OurStory |Josh Dun|
Plot: Fluff on tour
Imagine: Josh Dun x Y/N
A/N: Not proofread, sorry
Six. The magic number. There were six shows left of Josh and Tyler’s big world tour. Don’t get me wrong: I love touring with the band. The dynamic of the crew is amazing, and every day is an adventure. But I did miss my own bed and being able to stay in one place for more than just a day. The constant moving was exhausting. I still don’t know how the boys manage to tour for two years straight – basically. I’ve only been here for three weeks, but me and my back can definitely feel the tour. Living on a bus is kinda fun,like camping, but the bunks quickly get to you.
“Help me polarize, help me polarize…” I heard Tyler sing, as he softly strummed his ukulele during today’s stage check. From my spot in the empty pit, I could see Josh sitting behind his drums, like he does most of the time, talking to the stage manager. I looked down again, continuing my current book. It must’ve gotten really caught up, because without even noticing, Josh snuck up behind me.
“Hey,” he mumbled casually, as he sat down on the floor behind me, placing one leg on each side of where I was sitting.
“Uhuh..” I barely mumbled, as I just happened to be in the middle of a super interesting part of the book.
“Wow, I feel so loved,” he scooted in closer, causing me to sit in between his legs.
“Babe, not now,” my eyes never left the book.
He then went silent, simply placing his chin on my shoulder, resting his head like a little puppy. I felt his arms move around, but never bothered to notice what he was doing, before he wrapped his arms around my waist, his phone in one hand. I continued my journey into the amazing plot of my book. That was until I could feel Josh smiling. I could feel his jaw and area surrounding his mouth rising. Definitely a smile. I looked away from the small letters on my current page, noticing that he’d opened Snapchat and was currently recording us – or mostly me. His face only made it into the frame, because his head was resting on my shoulder. A few seconds of the 10-second recording were still left, which meant he’d been recording me without me noticing.
“Hi Snapchat. Screenshot this if you think Y/N should put down her book and love me.”
I smiled and chuckled. The recording reached its 10 seconds and stopped, before replaying and letting Josh add a geo-filter. Then he hit send.
“Now I’m just gonna seem like a bad girlfriend,” I added jokingly, putting down my book.
“Huhummm…” He hummed, checking other people’s mystories. Then he checked his own again.
“Already 200 screenshots. That has to mean something.”
I rolled my eyes, before grabbing his phone and starting a new video.
“Screenshot this if Josh is being silly for thinking that I don’t love him all the time – even when I’m reading.” I heard him chuckle like I had before, as I ended the video and added it to his mystory.
Moments later I checked again, seeing more than 200 screenshots already. His had climbed to more than 400 in the meantime.
“I’m still winning.”
“Only because you posted yours minutes before mine,” I frowned, still holding his phone and swiping back to the camera. I started recording again, before grabbing his face with one hand and squeezing his mouth, making him look like a fish.
“This is what love looks like, guys. It looks like a fish.”
This caused Josh to break out in laughter, which only made me laugh. Before the video ended, he quickly turned his head and pecked my cheek. We rewatched the video, saved it and posted it.
“I’m sure we’re causing people to freak out right now,” I chuckled. “Look,” I pointed to the screen. “The amount of screenshots on this one is exploding.”
“Yeah… If only you shipped us as much as they do,” his face turned into an over-exaggerated pout.
“Oh my gosh, you’re killing me,” I grabbed my book as I stood up and began to walk away. But before I could, he grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of my neck. I smiled.
“I love you,” he mumbled into my skin.
“I love you too, J,” I kissed the pink fluff that was his hair.
“Always,” I added, before he pulled away from my neck and kissed my forehead instead.
I was so lucky.