Josh Dun x Reader

Snapchat Confession

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1380

"Hi, my name is Y/N Joseph and welcome to my cooking show!" you announced as you set a mixing bowl on the counter. "And today I'm going to be teaching you how to make our family recipe cookies. First, you're going to need two whole sticks of butter."

You danced your way over to the fridge and grabbed the butter from one of the shelves. When you spun back around, you noticed that Josh was holding his phone up and recording the "cooking show" that you had jokingly put on for him.

"Josh!" you squealed, throwing your arms up to hide your face. "Stop!" you laughed, mostly from embarrassment.

"What? It was cute," he smiled as he typed out a caption.

"It was dumb is what it was," you sighed, dumping the butter into the bowl and sticking it in the microwave.

"What is going on out here?" Tyler asked, emerging from his bedroom with messy hair and tired eyes.

You began cracking up as Josh turned around and smiled, "We're making cookies."

"And that requires screaming why?" he asked, rubbing one of his eyes.

"Josh was filming me giving a cheesy cooking show intro. Sorry for waking you up, bro," you explained.

"No worries, I shouldn't have taken a nap in the first place," he grumbled, taking a seat on the stool next to Josh.

"I see another audience member has joined us!" you announced, slipping back into your cooking show persona.

Tyler laughed and shook his head. There had been countless times as kids when you had gathered your younger siblings in the kitchen and forced them to watch your cooking escapades. These were usually ended promptly by your mom arriving home and wondering why half of the food was spread out across the counter.

"Yeah, I need to learn how to make our family recipe," he snorted.

"I was always best at making cookies, anyway," you retorted, grabbing the bowl of butter from the microwave.

Josh and Tyler made conversation while you added more ingredients to the bowl. You offered them some of the dough from time to time, just to make sure that you were on the right track. Tyler would occasionally sing along to the music that was playing as he scrolled through his phone.

You were in the middle of adding flour to your bowl when one of your and Tyler's favorite songs came on. It was a duet that the two of you had been singing together since you were kids, complete with choreography.

"Ty!" you said, momentarily abandoning your cookies. "It's our song!"

He looked up from his phone and raised his eyebrows in question, "Do I have to? I woke up like twenty minutes ago."

"Yes," you said, walking around the counter and pulling him up by his wrist.

You sang your part of the song as you mixed flour into the dough. When it switched to Tyler's part, you looked at him hopefully. Reluctantly, he began to sing which made you smile. Josh sat and laughed as the two of you danced around the kitchen and performed.

The song ended and you grabbed Tyler's hand, pulling him into a bow. You looked up just as Josh stopped filming and began to type a caption.

"Josh!" you squealed again, running over to see the video that he had taken.

Sure enough, you and Tyler were dancing around on his screen. The video was now accompanied by the caption, "Saturday with my favorite Josephs."

"I can't believe you," you huffed.