Josh Dun x Reader

Hard Feelings

Warnings: Profanity, small anxiety attack, angst

Word Count: 4245

Request: josh and bed sharing 😭😔💕✌🏻

Author's Note: Hopefully this super long fic makes up for my sporadic posting schedule! I hope you enjoy it :)

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"Here, let me get that for you," Tyler said, grabbing your duffle bag from where it had been crammed into the backseat.

Shortly after waking up drenched in sweat, you had received an email from your apartment building that the air conditioning had stopped working overnight and was in the process of being repaired. That part had been manageable, even if it meant sitting on the couch in an oversized t-shirt directly in front of a fan on full blast, but by the time lunch rolled around, a second email had come through saying the issue was much bigger. The estimated time until it would be fixed?

Three days.

You had called Tyler immediately, asking if you could crash on his and Josh's couch until the issue was fixed. After ten minutes, and what you assumed had been a household meeting, you got the confirmation that you would have a nice, air conditioned place to stay until your own building was back up and running. Half an hour later, you were speeding down the highway towards Josh and Tyler's house on the edge of Columbus, a duffle bag full of your essentials tossed into the backseat.

"Thanks," you said, slamming the trunk closed after him and hitting the lock button until the car beeped. "And thank you again for letting me crash here until my building is fixed. I don't think I would have lasted another hour in that heat."

"It'll be nice to have you around."

"I doubt Josh shares that sentiment," you snorted. Ever since you and Josh had met, there had always been a sort of rivalry between you two: he teased you about not going on enough dates while you teased him about going on too many. This, of course, was only an elaborate coverup for how you truly felt about him.

"You'd be surprised, he actually seemed pretty excited to have you around."

"Are you sure about that?"

"I've known him for three years, of course I'm sure."

You followed him into the house, instantly reveling in the feel of cool air washing over your body. Tyler, not even slightly phased by your reaction, continued to walk straight into the living room and dropped your stuff onto an unoccupied chair in the corner. This, you assumed, would be your closet for the indefinite future.

"Where's Josh?" you asked, realizing that you had been inside the house for more than thirty seconds without hearing a sarcastic remark.

"Out on a run. He should be home soon."

"In this heat?" You looked out the window, as if to confirm that the sun was still, indeed, shining.

"I don't claim to understand his actions," Tyler said, holding his hands up in defeat. "Want anything to drink?"

"I'm ok, but thanks."

You finally sat down and kicked your feet up on the coffee table, allowing yourself the first moment of true relaxation since you had received the email from your building earlier that morning. Tyler continued on into the kitchen. The sound of cupboards being closed and cups clinking together filled the once-quiet house.

You were about to ask Tyler about a recent date that he had been on when the front door swung open, letting in a gust of warm air. The conversation was immediately forgotten as Josh stepped through the door, his chest still heaving beneath his sweat-stained top. Strands of hair were pressed to his forehead, but he quickly ran his hands through them and pushed them back, making a mess of curls on his head. He started to look your way, so you quickly averted your eyes. The magazine on the table sure was interesting, huh?