twenty one pilots imagines (part two)

breakdowns and kool-aid (josh)

pairing: josh dun x reader
word count: 879
tw: mention of a mental breakdown, some self depreciation, major fluff

why am i so boring?

i stared at myself in the mirror. i had just spent an hour, crying about how boring of a person i felt like i was. i felt like i was the most boring person alive, really. my long h/c that hung low seemed to be part of my problem. i wondered how my boyfriend could even deal with how boring i was.

i needed something. i needed to add spice to my everyday look. but, i liked my alternative style and i didn't want to change that. so i did what every mentally ill young adult did after a mental breakdown.

i went into my kitchen cupboard and grabbed a package of grape kool-aid. i saw there was tons of people who used it to dye their hair. why don't i give it a try?

i grabbed my conditioner from my bathroom and poured some in a cup. i then microwaved it for 30 seconds and took it back out. i added the purple kool-aid to it and mixed it up.

i went back into my bathroom and started applying the mix to my hair. all of it. i painted my head until every piece of hair was purple.

once i finished, i took care of the mix. i decided i would leave it in for a half hour. that should be enough time. once i cleaned up my mess, i turned on my music. i turned it up as loud as possible as i sang to my hearts content.

josh would be with tyler at the studio until 7. i still had an hour until he got home. i wondered if he liked exotic hair colors.

hopefully.

"they told me i was goooooooooooooone. but i'll tell them-"

*ding*

i turned down my music when my timer went off. i went back to the bathroom, and hovered over the bathtub. i rinsed out the grape kool-aid, as i continued singing ode to sleep.

"you have no plans for me. i will set my soul on fire, what have i become? i'm sorry." i looked in the mirror as i said the last two words and gasped slightly.

"i look like a freaking grape!" i said aloud when i saw my reflection. i chuckled a bit as i stared at myself. it looked good, but it was missing something. (those were my exact words when i died my hair purple almost 2 years ago)

i grabbed scissors out of my cabinet and began cutting off my hair. i already dyed it, why not go all the way? i chopped it to my shoulders and made sure it was even. when i decided i had cut enough off, i blow dried it to see my final result.

my purple, shoulder length, hair was great. it smelled like grapes which was even better. i cleaned up my fallen hair and looked at myself one last time.

i wonder what j-

"y/n, i'm home!" i heard josh call. i was about to run to him like i usually did, when i remembered my hair. i stayed in the bathroom, debating whether or not to just show him. what if he didn't like it?

before i could worry any longer, josh saw me and his eyes popped out of his head. he gasped.

"uh, hey babe!" i greeted him, awkwardly.

"i like your hair." he told me. i blushed.

"i felt boring and wanted to switch it up. do you really like it?" i asked him. he walked towards me.

"yes! i've actually been wanting to dye my hair too honestly. i was thinking blue or green. what do you think?"

"i never knew you liked exotic colors."

"i think they're cool. so, do you want to dye my hair too?"

i cracked a smile. i loved him so much. he was always so supportive no matter what i did.

"absolutely. you know, we have more purple kool-aid. we can match." i said. josh nodded.

"actually, purple is pretty cool. let's do it." he agreed.

josh and i made more kool-aid and conditioner mix. i painted it onto his brown hair as we continued listening to music. by the time we were done putting it on his hair, the whole house smelled like grape.

"well, i think we might be done with grape for a while after this." josh said, chuckling. i smirked.

"why, don't like the smell of grape filling the house?" i joked.

"it's a bit overwhelming." he told me. i shrugged as we cleaned up the millionth mess of the night.

after another 30 minutes, josh and i rinsed and blow dried his hair. it looked good, of course, so we decided to take a bunch of pictures for instagram.

"our hair looks sick!" josh said after we uploaded some pictures. i nodded in agreement.

"it definitely does!" i agreed.

"so what should we do for dinner?" he asked me. i raised an eyebrow.

"do you even have to ask?"

"..pizza." we said in unison. we then broke into a fit of laughter, before calling domino's and ordering a pizza.