Josh Dun x Reader

Rules

Warnings: Profanity, angst, mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 2962

Author's Note: Yes, I'm aware that this is very similar to parts of the plot of The Kissing Booth. I was not aware of this when I was writing this fic and only realized after it was complete. I still haven't seen the movie. Anyway, I hope you guys like it!

"Yes!" you cheered as you crossed the finish line seconds before Tyler.

"That's bullshit!" Tyler said, gesturing his Wii remote wildly at the TV.

"It isn't bullshit, you're just mad that you lost." You crossed your arms and didn't even try to hide the smug look on your face.

"What's going on down here?" Josh asked, appearing at the bottom of the stairs.

You immediately sat back down on the couch and tried to hide the blush on your cheeks. Hopefully Josh hadn't heard you yelling just a few moments ago.

"Y/N beat me at Mario Kart because I got stuck on a corner," Tyler grumbled.

Usually you would argue and say that it was because you were just more skilled, but you held your tongue. Josh looked between the two of you.

"That sucks, little bro. You shouldn't worry about it though, it's just a game."

Just a game. You shouldn't have been so excited about winning in the first place. Josh walked off to the kitchen, leaving just you and Tyler.

"Congrats, I guess," he grumbled.

You shrugged, "Thanks."

"Want to go up to my room?"

"Yeah."

You followed Tyler up the stairs to his bedroom and took a seat on his bed. He sat down in his desk chair and began to spin around.

"You're not still pouting about Mario Kart, are you?" you asked.

"No," he lied.

"C'mon, Ty, it's just one game. Besides, it isn't the first time you've lost."

Mario Kart had been a big thing between you and Tyler for as long as you could remember. In elementary school, you would come over on weekends and the two of you would spend all day in front of the TV doing race after race and keeping score. Josh would join in every so often, but he had stopped once he entered middle school.

"I know. I guess what Josh said just rubbed me the wrong way. It is a game, but that doesn't mean I don't want to win."

"Well that's Josh. He's just your dumb brother."

"You don't think he's dumb," Tyler said, stopping his chair so that he could look at you.

"Shut up," you said, grabbing a nearby pillow and lobbing it at him.

You had liked Josh for close to a year now. Even though you had known him since you were in second grade, you had only recently started to actually take interest in him. Tyler rolled his eyes every time you brought him up, but that didn't stop you.

"Can we make a rule?" Tyler asked.

"Depends."

"You can't date Josh."

"That's not fair!" you said, your voice raising slightly.

"Hear me out. He's my brother. If you two start dating, every time you come over here you're going to want to hang out with him. All of a sudden I'm just going to be the dorky music kid again while you hang out with football players and cheerleaders."