Josh Dun Imagines And Preferences ✅

Meeting your family

"But what if they don't like me," Josh says to me in the car on the way to my grandma's house.
"Jish, they'll love you," I say, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. We park right outside my grandma's house, and I open the car door and get out. Josh does the same, but tugs his vest top down a little, despite it being fine the way it is.
"W-which house is it?" Josh stutters, biting his lip anxiously.
"It's right here," I say, opening the gate and walking up the small pathway to the front door.
"Your house is small," Josh jokes, referring to the porch that we're squished in. I knock on the door, and wait. Josh holds my hand, and I see my little cousin rush to the door and open it.
"Y/N!" He yells.
"Hey, little man," I say, hugging him. My auntie comes over, and gives me a hug.
"Who's the handsome man behind you?" She whispers in my ear. I chuckle.
"Auntie, my cousin, this is my boyfriend, Josh. Josh, this is my auntie and my cousin," I say. Josh and my aunt shake hands, whilst my cousin looks at Josh's hair.
"Mummy, why does that man have noodle hair? Is he a noodle?" Y/C/N asks my aunt.
"Now, now! You mustn't say that to people! You could hurt their feelings! Say sorry to Josh please."
"Sorry, Josh."
"Hey, little dude, it's ok. The reason why my hair is like noodles is because I've dyed it yellow, and my hair can be a bit curly sometimes," Josh explains.
"Dyed it? Do you mean you stole the sun's colour?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"Oh, ok. Is the sun mad at you for stealing its colour?"
"Ummm, I don't think it is," Josh says, chuckling a little as I lead through the hallway and into the back room where my mum, my grandma and grandad, and my uncle are.
"Everyone," I say, getting everyone's attention. This is my boyfriend, Josh."
"Hey, Josh, it's lovely to see you again," my mum says. She's met Josh before, and thinks he's The One. My grandad gets up to see Josh. He frowns slightly at Josh's nose ring, gauges, yellow hair, and gasps at his tattoo sleeve.
"Do you have some kind of disease on your arm?" He asks Josh, who looks surprised.
"Um, no. It-it's a tattoo sleeve," he replies a little nervous.
"A tattoo what?"
"A tattoo sleeve," I speak up, "it covers your whole arm."
"Hmmm. I see you're American as well. I don't like Americans," Grandad says, walking away. Josh shoots me an anxious look.
"Hello, Josh, it's lovely to meet you," my Grandma says, shaking his hand. "Do you want a drink or anything? Have a seat." Josh goes over and sits on a chair up at the counter, and I join him.
"Thank you, and if you don't mind, do you have any Red Bull? It doesn't matter if you don't," Josh says quickly.
"I don't think we have Red Bull sadly. Will Ribeana do?"
"Um, no thank you," Josh says. Poor thing. He sounds really anxious.
"You're doing great," I whisper to him. My uncle gets up, and introduces himself to Josh, and compliments him on his tattoo sleeve.
"Y/N's told me a lot about you," he says, grinning at me. I blush, and Josh chuckles.
"Well so long as it was good things, then that's fine," he says, and we all laugh.
"So how long have you two been together for?" Grandma asks him.
"Oh, it's just coming up to 4 months now, hasn't it?" Josh says, looking at me to confirm it. I nod, smiling at him; he definitely is more confident with my grandma.
"We've heard a lot about you, Josh, and may I just say, you're just as nice as Y/N described you to be," my auntie says to him.
"Aw, thanks so much. That honestly means a lot to me."
"And what's your tattoo sleeve?" Grandma asks him, coming over from the sofa to have a closer look.
"It's the sun, the night sky, a tree and some grass. Not much really."
"It's beautiful," my aunt says, coming over to have a look. Josh turns his arm around so they can see the underarm as well.
"It's so detailed," my mum says.
"I've got other tattoos as well," Josh says, showing them the tattoos of his hometown, his 'Mom' tattoo and his 'Tyler' tattoo.
"Who's Tyler?" Grandad asks him, sneering a little at Josh's ripped jeans.
"He's my best friend and my bandmate. He actually tattooed it on me, and I tattooed my name on him. It was for a bet we did."
"What band are you in?"
"He's in that band I told you about. twenty one pilots, the ones who you thought weren't bad," I say.
"Oh, you're in THAT band. Yeah, your music isn't bad."
"Thank you, it means a lot," Josh says happily.
"That's why you guys won a Grammy, isn't it?" I say to Josh.
"Yeah, in their pants," my mum says with a chuckle.
"What?" My grandad says, very confused. We all laugh as Josh explains the story behind accepting a Grammy in their boxers.

Much later, my aunt comes up to speak to me.
"He's a keeper," she says, and I nod, agreeing with her.
"He sure is," I say, smiling proudly at him, "he sure is."