✓ ❘ 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ─ 𝐌𝐂𝐑. 𝐏!𝐀𝐓𝐃. 𝐅𝐎𝐁. 𝐓Ø𝐏.

I Prefer The Drummer. (Part 2) (Josh Dun x Reader)

"Are you doubting my sick ring-tossing skills?" Josh mused, cocking an eyebrow at you as he twirled a ring around his finger.

"No, of course not," you rolled your eyes and chuckled. "But there's a very slim chance that you'll win."

"Your lack of faith in me is disappointing, (Y/N)," Josh tsked, shaking his head disapprovingly before turning to face the bottles.

"You get 10 tosses," the attendant said lazily, slouching against the edge of the booth. "Different bottle colours have different point allocations. Yellow is 10, red is 25, green is 50, and blue is 150."

"How many points for that dolphin, there?" Josh asked, once again pointing at the object of your desire.

"1000 points."

Josh nodded in acknowledgment before he raised his hand slightly and closed one eye, trying to gouge how he should toss the ring in order for it to land around the bottleneck. He took a deep breath, rolled his neck side to side, then flicked his hand, sending the ring flying across the booth and landing smoothly around the neck of one of the blue bottles with a clunk.

"150 points," the attendant said nonchalantly, lounging on a flimsy white plastic chair that looked like it was about to snap any second under his weight.

Josh gave you a smug smirk and you made an impressed face, applauding his conquest. "Wow. Maybe you'll get that dolphin after all."

"Damn right I will."

The next nine tosses went as follows: blue, blue, blue, green, blue, green, blue. You don't know how he did it, but Josh managed to get the blue almost every time, and with every toss he made, you squeaked in excitement, applauding dramatically. Needless to say, he racked up more than enough points for the dolphin.

You gasped happily, your face immediately lighting up and the biggest smile gracing your face as Josh handed you the prize, wearing a huge smile of his own as he saw your reaction. You hugged the animal closely against your chest, the soft material feeling incredible against your cheek as you moshed your face into it.

"It's so fluffy, I'm gonna die!" you beamed, Josh giggling at your words. "Thank you!" you flung your arms around your date's neck and hugged him tight, pulling away a little bit so that you could peck his cheek.

"Your-you're welcome, (Y/N)," he stammered, a blush creeping onto his cheeks from when you pecked him.

"Where to now?" you asked, bouncing on your feet eagerly.

Seeing how happy you were made Josh feel amazing. He loved that you were having a great time, because he sure as hell was having the best time he's had in years. Just being in your company was enough to create a constant flurry of butterflies in his stomach, and being able to make you smile the way you were right now was blissful. He hoped that he'd do a good enough job as your date tonight so that he'd have as much time as possible to make you happy in the future.

"Uh, we could go on some rides?" he suggested with a shrug.

"Yeah! Let's go."

You started heading in the direction of the rides. The two of you walked in silence at first, until you felt Josh's fingers graze yours. He wanted desperately to hold your hand – he'd wanted to all night – but he was afraid you'd pull away, so his fingers grazed lightly over yours first as he waited for your rejection. But it didn't come, and after a while, he worked up the courage to fully envelope your hand in his bigger one, making you look down at the new physical contact you were sharing.

"Is this okay?" he questioned, and you could hear the nervousness in his voice as well as see it on his face as he tried to read your blank expression.