Josh Dun x Reader

Hair Dye

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1262

You hardly paid attention as you heard the front door swing open. Josh had mumbled something about going to the store half an hour or so ago, but you had been so caught up in the story that you were writing that you had hardly noticed when he left.

It was the slam on the table that finally drew your attention away from your computer. You looked up to see a box of bright yellow hair dye on the table in front of you, and a very proud looking Josh standing behind you.

"What do you think?" he asked, a wide smile plastered on his face.

You pick up the box and examine it a bit closer, taking a few glances between it and Josh.

"I think it will suit you," you smile.

"Will you help me?" he asked, immediately using his puppy dog eyes.

"Of course."

His smile grew even wider.

"Just let me finish up this paragraph, I'm on a roll."

"I'll start getting stuff ready while you do that."

You continue to write as Josh wanders around the kitchen, opening various packages and mixing dyes. It was hardly anything more than background noise, you were too absorbed in the story to really process what was going on.

"Done," you say proudly, shutting your laptop and sliding it down the table out of harm's way.

"Perfect timing," Josh smiles, setting the dye on the table in front of you.

"No, no, no, we are not dying your hair over the wood floors."

Josh rolled his eyes, "I'll grab a sheet."

You pull a chair out so that Josh will be able to sit while you dye his hair. He returns a moment later, carrying a sheet over his shoulder. You help him set it up so that you won't get dye on the floor.

"Are you sure it's going to look ok?" Josh asks, picking up the hair dye and looking it over.

"It's going to look fantastic," you reassure him as you give him a kiss on the cheek.

He sits down and you wrap a towel around his shoulders, once again patting him on the shoulder. He turns and looks up at you.

"Don't fuck it up."

"I'll try not to," you sigh, rolling your eyes with a smile.

You grab the hair dye and begin to apply it to his pink strands of hair. They had grown out significantly since you had last been in this same position, dying his hair from bright red to a light pink.

"You know, as cool as yellow is going to look, I think I might miss the pink."

"Really? Me too."

"Why did you decide to change it then?"

"Something new. Plus the Grammy's are coming up and I wanted to be able to stand out."

"Makes sense. You have to make sure all the fans can see you in the crowd, right?"

"And when we're on stage accepting a Grammy."

"That too."

"Although I don't think that's what people will be paying attention to."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing."

"Alright."

Josh then pulls out his phone and opens Twitter, quickly typing out a tweet about his changing hair color and urging his followers to guess. Seconds later, replies are flooding in with colors ranging from magenta to turquoise.