Emo Band Imagines

Hair Dye (dad!Josh Dun x child!Reader)

It was a warm summer day, and you had been playing outside all day while your mom went grocery shopping. When you Went inside for a glass of water, tired from running around, you saw your dad standing in the bathroom. Curious, you went over and stood in the doorway.
"Daddy?" You Asked.
"Yeah, sweetie?" He replied.
"What are you doing to your hair?"
"I'm dyeing it." He said.
"What does that mean?"
"I'm making my hair a different color." He said, picking up the bottle and showing it to you.
"I wanna make my hair a different color!" You Exclaimed.
"Honey, I think you're a little young." He said. "I'm sorry."
You looked down and kicked your foot a bit.
"Please?" You Asked.
"Y/N.."
You looked up at him and did puppy dog eyes. "Pleeeease Daddy?"
He bit his lip.
"What would mom think?" He asked.
"I think She'd like it!" You Said.
He laughed. "Well I think she'd kill me." He said. "But...Maybe we could do it, just this once."
You jumped up and down. "Thank you Daddy!" You Exclaimed, running over and hugging him.
"Just let me finish up my hair first, okay?" He asked.
"Okay!"
You sat in the doorway and impatiently waited for him to finish dyeing his hair yellow, occasionally asking "Are you done yet?" To which he kept saying "No Y/N, not yet."
Finally, after what felt like hours to you, he had finished.
"Okay, I'm done." He said.
He reached down and picked you up, then sat You on the counter.
"What color?" He Asked, holding up a few boxes, which were blue, red, and yellow.
You smiled. "Can I match you, daddy?" You asked, pointing at the yellow box.
"Sure." He said, placing the other two boxes back on the counter next to you. He opened up the yellow hair dye box, and took out a bottle.
He slipped a large shirt over your clothes so they wouldn't get stained, then asked "Are you ready, Sweetheart?"
You nodded excitedly.
"Okay, Hold still." He Said.
The whole time he dyed your hair, you asked questions like "Does it look good?" "Is it yellow yet?" "Are you done?"
He would just laugh and reply with "I'm almost done."
After a Bit, he stopped messing with your hair, and asked you to lean back a bit so he could rinse It.
"Are you gonna wash it out?" You Asked disappointedly.
"Just getting the excess out."
"Okay." You Said, even though you weren't sure what he meant.
You leaned back as you were told, and he rinsed out your hair with cold water.
He helped you sit back up, then dried your hair with a towel.
"Okay, all finished!" He said.
"Can I take this off?" You Asked, pointing at the hair dye stained shirt.
"Here." He said, Reaching over and lifting it off.
He helped you off of the counter, and picked you up so you could see your hair.
You smiled at yourself in the mirror, seeing that your hair was now yellow, just like your dad's.
You giggled. "Daddy, we match!"
"We do!" He Said, smiling at you.
He kissed you on the cheek.
"I love you." He said.
"I love you, too." You Replied.
You suddenly heard the door open in the other room, and both looked at each other nervously.
"Guys, I'm home!"