Josh Dun Imagines And Preferences ?

"Hey, Josh," I say to my boyfriend who's in a sulk, "what's wrong?" He glares at me and sighs.
"I don't know, Y/N, maybe it's because you're asking me what's wrong every 5 seconds that's wrong." I stay silent.
"Y/N, are you gonna reply?" Josh asks me.
"Oh, now you're talking," I sarcastically reply, despite my heart racing; I don't like it when people are angry with me, although I'm not sure why.
"Yeah, and I asked you a question. Are you going to reply or not?"
"Um, yeah, I-I am," I stutter, avoiding eye-contact with him. He gets up from the sofa, and sits on the arm of the chair that I'm sitting in, causing him to be taller than me. He leans over, and I instantly look down, remembering that in Drama, if someone is leaning over somebody else, they're a higher status of power.
"Y/N, answer me," Josh snaps at me.
"I'm answering you," I say in what I hope is a confident voice. It obviously isn't as Josh gets up off the arm of the chair, and stands in front of me.
"Y/N, JUST FUCKING ANSWER ME AND DON'T ACT STRANGE!" Josh shouts looking down at me. Some spit lands on my face, and I while it off my face. I get that familiar feeling of anxiety brewing in my stomach, and my legs start shaking.
"J-Josh, please don't shout," I whisper. Gosh, I'm terrible at arguing back.
"WELL I WOULD'NT HAVE TO SHOUT IF YOU ANSWERED BACK LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" With that, he storms out of the living room, and slams the door shut. I hear his angry footsteps storm upstairs. I just sit there in shock, my brain processing what just happened. Then I burst into tears. I cry, and my heart feels like it just got ripped out of my chest.
"Why can't I just be normal and argue back? I'm not surprised if Josh falls out of love with me!" I whisper to myself.

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Around an hour later - after crying for around 10 minutes, and hearing the bathroom door open, and the shower turn on, I wait, eating peanut butter on toast and watching random TV to pass the time - I hear footsteps walking down the stairs, and open the living room door; it's Josh, and his yellow hair is still wet, and he's wearing a grey Jon Bellion sweater with black ripped jeans and black socks.
"H-hey," he says quietly.
"Oh, hey," I reply equally quiet.
"Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I was a dipcrap," he says, coming to join me on the sofa. He moves closer to me. I hesitate, then get up from the sofa, and glare at him.
"No, you know what, Josh, I don't accept that apology! You scare the crap out of me, make me cry for 10 minutes, and leave for an hour to go upstairs, and then expect me to accept you saying sorry. I'm sorry, mate, but you're going to try harder than that." I walk off into the hallway, and put on my shoes and jacket.
"Y/N, wait, please-" Josh says, appearing in the hallway. I take my house keys.
"Sorry, Josh, but I've got to go. I'll be back later." And I shut the door in his face.

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Around 10 minutes later, I find myself in the second-hand bookshop down the road. I run my hand over the books, enjoying the feel of the spines under my fingers. Then my phone dings with a message. I take out my phone, and see its from Josh:

Hey, babe, you told me to try harder at apologising, so all I'm going to say is go back to the house, wear a pretty dress, then come out to the pub down the road by the beach. You know the one I mean. See you there, my love - Josh xx

Feeling excited for some reasons, I walk back home, and get dressed in a blue dress with purple tights and a black cardigan, completed with a small black bag. I put on some healed boots, and walk out of the house, messaging Josh to let him know that I'm on my way. Once I reach the restaurant, I explain to the waitress about how I'm here to meet my boyfriend for dinner, and she leads to me a sectioned off area of the restaurant. I gasp as I see Josh dressed up in the suit he wore to the GRAMMYs, standing up with a small bouquet of red roses. He walks over to me, and he grins.
"You look lovely, darling," he says, taking my hand and leading me to the table. He pulls out my chair, and I sit in it. He pushes the chair in, and goes and sits opposite me. He clears his throat before speaking:
"So you're wondering what this is all for? Well, I realised that you were right; I need to make it up to you properly. So this is it - my proper apology. I've even got you chocolate because why not?" He passes me a bar of Dairy Milk, and I laugh.
"Oh, my favourite! How did you guess?"
"Well, I have my ways. And I've already ordered for us."
"Josh, you didn't need to," I say, slightly shocked.
"I knew what we wanted. Don't worry, I ordered you pasta." He grins, then looks down a little sheepishly.
"What's up?" I ask.
"Well, um, I'm not that best at expressing my feelings, and I kinda bottle things up, you know? So therefore, I'm- agh, how do I say this?"
"You're getting help?" I suggest.
"Uh, yeah, that's it! I'm getting, um, counselling to help me. I go for an assessment thingy in a week or so." He doesn't look at me when he says this.
"Hey, Josh, that's really brave of you, you know? Me, Tyler and your family are here if you need anything. And besides, you can always get your frustrations out through playing the drums."
"Thanks, Y/N. Anyway, I feel like we shouldn't ruin this by talking about sad things. I mean- oh, look our food and drinks are here!" He waves the waiter over, who comes over with some wine for me and Josh, and our food; we're both having pasta.
"Enjoy your meal." We're then left alone to eat in peace. Once Josh swallows his food, he takes a sip of the wine.
"I got us the non-alcoholic type," he reassures me because he knows I don't drink alcohol.
"Thanks," I say, taking a sip of my wine. Then I realise it tastes a little differently.
"Hang on a minute? You got me Ribena?" I chuckle.
"Yeah, I did. For the both of us."
"Ok, you are such a smol bean." We both laugh at that. Then, after we've finished dinner, we eat the Dairy Milk bar, each having half of it. Josh drives us home, and I cannot help but gasp as I notice the living room is covered in fairy lights, along with a DVD already in the DVD player when Josh turns on the TV. The movie that's ready to play is The Shining.
"Oh, Josh, this is perfect." I go upstairs to get changed into my pyjamas, and when I come back downstairs, I notice that Josh is wearing his hoodie from earlier, and he's got a blanket wrapped around him.
"C'mere, babe." I pull back the blanket, and snuggle up next to Josh as he presses play on the remote, and I get lost in the wonderful cinematography of The Shining.