Josh Dun x Reader

Strangers

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1011

Author's Note: I love writing about Josh and Jim, so this was a fun request! (Then again, I love writing all requests all of you send in!) I hope you you guys like this one :) (it will be a nice break from the angst of holding on to you!)

You grabbed the stack of papers from the mailbox, quickly flipping through them to see if there was anything that couldn't immediately go into the recycling bin. There wasn't much worth saving, so you headed for the side of the house to dump all the junk mail.

Your attention was quickly brought to a dog sprinting across the street, dragging its leash behind it. Without a moment's hesitation, you began to run after it.

"Hey!" you called, followed immediately by the realization that you had no idea how to grab its attention. "Dog!"

The small creature stopped and turned to face the direction of the noise. Now that you had grabbed its attention, you bent low to the ground and began to furiously pat on your legs, hoping that it would be convincing enough to get it to come to you. Its head cocked to one side as it examined you.

"Come here, dog," you called, pitching your voice up to entice it.

The dog suddenly broke out into a run towards you. It stopped just in time to avoid running into you, but was quick to put its paws on your legs in an attempt to lick your face.

"Hey," you giggled, rubbing the dog's back. "Stop."

The dog started to circle you and you took advantage of its momentary calm to grab its leash. Now that you actually managed to catch the dog, you weren't entirely sure what to do next. You bent down and checked his collar, which did have a phone number and name on it.

"Jim," you said, reading it out loud. "Interesting name for a dog."

You started to walk back towards to house to dial the number and find the dog's owner, but you were quickly interrupted by someone calling a now familiar name.

"Jim! Where are you, bud?"

A figure rounded the corner at the end of the street and frantically looked around. He obviously hadn't spotted you and what you assumed to be his dog standing in your front yard.

"Hey!" you called back. "Are you looking for your dog?"

"Yeah!"

"Here!"

You stepped out of the way to reveal the small golden retriever who had decided to take a rest in the shade behind your legs. The figure started to jog towards you.

You managed to get a better look at the stranger as he got closer. He was wearing a light gray shirt that was now mostly soaked with sweat, presumably from running after his dog. A few dark brown curls stuck out from under his backwards hat. It was hard to get a good look at his face with the sunglasses he was wearing, but he seemed decently attractive. Despite all this, what really caught your attention was the tattoos that covered his arms.

"How did you find him?" he panted, resting his hands on his hips.

"Jim?" you asked, as if you had somehow found some other belonging of this stranger. "He just came sprinting down the street and since he had a leash on, I figured I should step in and help."

"I appreciate it. We were just out on a nice jog and then he managed to get away from me and he was gone."

"Yeah," you laughed. "He did seem like he was on a mission to get somewhere."

"I'm glad you managed to catch him. I'm not from around here, so had he gotten too far, I don't think I would have known where to start looking for him."

"Where are you from?" you asked, hoping that the stranger wouldn't mind you asking.

"Ohio," he laughed quietly. "A long way from here."

"Yeah, no kidding. Your dog seems to like it here though."

"I don't blame him, it seems like there's a lot of things here to like."

You pressed your lips tightly together in an attempt to not smile too big. The stranger seemed amused by this, because he began to smile too.

"You know, my friend and I are playing a show in town tonight. I could probably snag you a ticket if you wanted one. Although it might be hard to fit into your busy schedule of rescuing dogs."

"I think the neighborhood can survive without me for one night."

"Great," he smiled. "Do you think I could get your number? You know, for the ticket information."

"Right," you laughed. "My phone is inside but if you have yours..."

You finished your sentence with some sort of weird pointing gesture. Thankfully, the stranger seemed to understand what you were going for and passed his phone to you.

"Death Cab for Cutie, good band," you commented, noticing the music that was currently playing in his headphones.

"You like them?" he asked, his smile growing a little.

"I do," you nodded as you entered in your contact information.

"That's awesome."

"Alright, here."

You passed his phone back to him and he read it over.

"Y/N. That's a nice name."

"Thanks," you smiled.

"Well, I should probably head back so that I don't miss soundcheck. I'll be in contact with you about the show details. And thanks again for finding my dog."

He held out his hand, which you stared at in confusion for a moment before realizing you were still holding Jim's leash. You sheepishly passed it over and tried not to freak out too much about the way it felt when your hands brushed against each other.

"I look forward to seeing you and Jim again."

"We look forward to seeing you too."

The stranger turned and started to jog down the sidewalk, but you stopped him one last time before he got too far.

"Hey!"

He stopped and turned to face you.

"I never caught your name."

"Josh," he smiled.

"Josh," you repeated to yourself. "Nice name."

He laughed, gave you a small wave, and then turned back around. You stood on the sidewalk and let everything that had just happened sink in for a moment before heading back inside.

After all, you had a show to get ready for.