Josh Dun Imagines

Hold my hand

Warning: Swearing
Pairing: Josh Dun x reader
Summary: The one where you work at a café and it gets surrounded by fans and you have to get them out of there unharmed

A/N: idk....the idea for this was better than the execution
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You were surrounded, actually forget that, you weren't, the café was. Great, it was not like the first time the café was in this situation. You scored this job as a barista right after you got out of college and you really started to enjoy talking to people everyday. Over the last few years you had been working there you were able to climb the ladder and now you were co-managing the café. Unfortunately the café was near the big arena in your city, people would come in before concerts and you would see all these happy people with band shirts and merchandise. This was also the problem, not only fans would come but also the performers themselves. There were a lot of times where it was like with any other customer, they came in got their order and left again. But then there where the times just like now, they came in and during this someone noticed them and suddenly the café was surrounded sometimes even completely filled with fans. Luckily your colleagues were faster this time and they could close all doors before the café could get crowded. There were about ten people looking at you desperately. You were the manager for the day and you had to decide what to do. Firstly you took the two regular customers with you and let them out of the back door, hoping they would get out of the crowd fine. You handed both a gift card to make up for the inconvenience. After you came back to the front you saw both of them walking down the street and you sighed happily knowing they made it out fine. Now there was the real struggle, you had to get eight people out of this café without the fans noticing. You sorted them mentally, two were your biggest trouble Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph, Twenty one pilots. You had obviously heard of them, you were quite a big fan of their music yourself, and of them of course. Then you had two security guards and Jenna. At least three of those had to get out completely unnoticed. The rest were crew members, unknown to you and hopefully the rest of the fans. You were able to get the crew members out of the back door without much trouble as there were only very few people around. You took one of the employees and showed them the last option you had. A nondescript door led down a flight of stairs and into the basement. It wasn't really being used anymore, a few chairs and old tablecloths were spread across the room. The basement connected to another hallway that led up another flight of stairs with a ramp on it's left side. It ended in a small hut in the backyard of the café where your car was parked. It was the old way of getting and storing things in the basement when it still was a small bar. After it had been converted to a café the ramp and the basement wasn't needed anymore but no one closed this way either. You colleague grabbed one of the security guard and brought him into the hut. You followed him shortly after with Jenna. After two more trips only Josh was left in the front room. He sat at the last table out of the view of anyone outside. You grabbed his hand but he just shook it off. "Mr. Dun I need you to come with me. This is the only way you will be able to get out unless you want to be torn apart by your fans.", you looked down at him in despair. "It's Josh, just Josh.", it was the first time he looked at you and you felt your face heat up because of the way he smiled at you. "Well then Josh, let's get you out of here", you stepped back a little giving him the chance to stand up. The cheering outside got louder and you saw him crunch his face together as if it hurt him. "Please, Josh", you put one hand on his shoulder pushing him slightly towards the door. "I don't know, I feel like I betray them. I...", you didn't give him time to think and pushed him into the back room. "You're not, it's their fault. You now that", you opened the door that led to the basement. "Let's go", you walked down the stairs and you heard him follow you. "Fuck it's dark in here", he said under his breath and you didn't know if you were meant to hear it. "Do you wanna take my hand?", you looked back at him. He shook his head but your gut told you that he was simply too proud to admit it. You didn't want to push him further so you walked through the basement and entered the next hallway. "Fuck", it wasn't more than a whisper but you still heard it. "C'mon take my hand and let's go", you grabbed his hand and began walking up the stairs. He tightly clutched you hand and trailed behind you. You squeezed his hand and then you finally entered the hut and saw that the rest was already out standing in front of it. "Thanks", you didn't expect a hug so you stood frozen for a second. You hugged him back and you felt your checks warming up again. "No problem, that's customer service I guess", you laughed slightly and opened the door for him after the hug ended. The whole group rejoined in the backyard and after a final thank you they moved on through the ally way back to the arena.

It had now been a few hours since the incident and you were about ready to close the café. You finally did a bunch of the paperwork that you procrastinated on for days so you were staying late. You went back into the front room, wiping down the tables again making sure that everything was ready for the next day. You heard the bell go announcing someone had entered the café. Automatically you called out a "We're closed, I'm sorry", but nobody answered or left. When you looked up someone stood in the middle of the room with a beanie on the head and a scarf around the neck, way too warm for this weather and also covering nearly all of their facial features. Great, this could be anyone, a junkie, a robber, just a customer, anyone really. "Please leave, you can come back in the morning we are closed.", you tried the friendly way again. The person looked around as if they were making sure no one followed them. After a few seconds of silence they pulled the beanie of their head and yellow fluff was visible. "Josh", you exclaimed maybe a little bit too excited. "Hi", he smiled back finally removing the scarf. "What...what do you want though? Don't you have a concert to be at?", you stood awkwardly a couple of feet away from him. "I just wanted to thank you again and I wanted to give you this", he quickly closed the distance between you two and placed a piece of paper in your hand. "You will understand", with that he left the café quicker than you could say anything.
You sat on your bed ready for bed when you remembered the piece of paper that was now tucked away in your pocket. You grabbed it and unfolded it slowly. "Hey, thanks for getting us out of there + I am totally not scared of the dark, that was just a way to get closer to you, you know...anyway want to grab coffee? Obviously only if you aren't sick of it already...", he seemed to have blacked out a few words every now and then because there were black spots all over the paper. At the bottom of the piece was a number, his number. You couldn't get sick of coffee it it meant seeing him again, right?