twenty one pilots imagines (part two)

unimportant (josh)

pairing: josh dun x reader
word count: 1074
tw: angst, self doubt

and let's be real; there's no reason for josh to be in the band in the first place. tyler is the mastermind behind everything. from the lyrics to the beats, josh is only there for tour decoration. josh dun is unimportant and twenty one pilots could be way better as just one pilot.

i slammed my laptop in front of me and tried not to let myself cry.

it shouldn't have upset me. it was just a stupid article someone wrote about me because they were pressed for some reason. none of the things were true, right?

but what if they were? maybe tyler really didn't need me. maybe he would be better off making music alone. it wouldn't have have the first time.

i sighed as i felt the tears slide down my cheeks. i hated it. i hated how i let every little thing get to me. i should have been tougher than this.

i walked up to my mirror and looked at myself.

maybe i was just tour decoration. maybe the only reason the clique liked me was because they thought i was attractive. who gave a shit about my drumming anyways? tyler could easily blow them away with just his voice.

"josh? are you coming down for dinner, baby?" i heard a knock at the door. it was my fiancée, y/n. i wiped the tears off my face and tried to hide the fact that i had just been crying. i didn't need to burden my soon to be wife with my self doubt.

"yes, i'll be right down, love." i told her.

"okay, i love you." she replied.

"i love you more."

"impossible."

keep thinking that.

i went to mine and y/n's private bathroom and washed my face with warm water. i brushed my curly brown hair and tried not to look like a wreck.

when i was sure i looked fine, i went downstairs to the dining room. y/n had already set up dinner for the two of us. she was simply just perfect like that.

i wrapped my arms around her and kissed her cheek. she giggled and then the two of us sat down across from each other.

"so how was your day, joshie?" y/n asked me. i shrugged.

"normal as can be. went to the studio, recorded some music, then on my way home stopped at the post office. oh, and i read another article. this one was slandering me but i didn't let it get to me." i told her. she frowned.

"i'm so sorry. do you want to talk about it?" she asked me. i shook my head.

"no, no. how about you tell me about your day."

y/n talked about her day as a preschool teacher. the way she talked about kids with such excitement proved how great of a mom she'd be if we ever had kids after we got married.

hopefully i'd be just as good of a dad. hopefully.

"tommy dared george to eat a purple crayon but, thankfully, i was able to convince both of them to just drink some orange juice. four year olds, i guess." y/n explained to me. i chuckled at the incident.

"you're so good with kids. i'm sure at that point i'd be freaking out wondering what to do." i told her.

"i'm sure you'd figure it out. there's not much you can't do, josh dun."

i blushed at her words and just continued eating.

after dinner, it was pretty late. we cleaned up the leftovers and plates and the headed to our room. i slept in just my boxers while y/n just stole one of my t shirts. she didn't even ask anymore. and i didn't even mind.

y/n and i cuddled up to each other under our warm comforter. with her i felt like i could do anything. i seemed to just momentarily forget about that stupid article in the first place.

momentarily.

i woke up from a nightmare in a cold sweat. in the dream, i was forced to leave the band. tyler continued to make music and everyone just..forgot about me. even y/n left me, saying that she couldn't love me anymore because i wasn't famous. it was horrible.

i sat up immediately, trying to catch my breath. i was crying, and when y/n noticed she jolted awake too.

"what's wrong? are you okay, josh? just breathe." y/n said to me, trying to calm me down. i immediately engulfed her in a tight hug, thankful that it was only a dream

"i lied." i admitted.

"what do you mean? what did you lie about?"

"the article. i said it didn't get to me, but it did. it said all these awful things about me, saying i was unimportant and that the band would be better off without me. and maybe whoever wrote that is right. but i don't want them to be. i just love playing drums and i love making music with my best friend. that whole article just hurt so bad."

y/n held on to me tight and rubbed my back, soothingly. she then pulled away and looked into my eyes.

"you listen to me, josh dun. you are the kindest, most talented guy i have ever met. twenty one pilots would not be twenty one pilots without you. the clique loves you and would be heartbroken without you. just because some jerk decided to say that you're unimportant, doesn't mean you are. they're the unimportant one. your drum beats make a huge difference, whether you realize it or not. you're so important, josh. don't let anyone convince you otherwise."

with that, i pulled her into a kiss. she knew exactly what to say to reassure me. that's why i fell in love with her. nobody else knew me like she did.

"how are you so brilliant?" i asked my fiancée. she simply blushed.

"you're the brilliant one. i'm just the average girl you decided to make yours forever." she replied.

"and that's the best idea i've ever had."

y/n pulled me into another kiss that lasted a few seconds longer than the previous one.

"can we head to sleep now, joshie? i'm super tired." y/n asked me. i nodded.

"i think we can." i smirked. "goodnight, love."

"goodnight, handsome."