Josh Dun x Reader

Bad Day

Josh nodded and walked over to where his cell phone was sitting on the kitchen counter. You unfurled yourself from the blanket that Josh had placed on your shoulders and shuffled into the little hallway bathroom.

You looked over yourself as you unbuttoned your work shirt. No wonder Josh had been worried, you really did look like a mess. You fixated on each little imperfection in your appearance as you changed. Maybe your coworkers not wanting to talk to you wasn't so unwarranted, after all.

"Y/N? Are you ok in there?"

"Yeah," you lied as you kicked off your slacks. "I'll be out in a second."

"Ok."

Josh's footsteps retreated back towards the kitchen. You turned on the sink and ran your hand under the water to test the temperature. Once it felt warm enough that it wouldn't be painful, you splashed some water on your face to get rid of some of the splotches. You quickly dried your face and walked back out into the living room.

Josh was sitting on the couch when you returned. He was scrolling through Twitter on his phone, liking the occasional tweet. You walked over and sat yourself down on the opposite end of the couch, a solid few feet away from Josh.

"What are you doing all the way over there?" Josh asked, setting his phone down on the coffee table.

You shrugged and twisted the strings on your sweatpants around your finger idly. Josh raised an eyebrow at you.

"You know I'm not going to let you just sit there while you're upset, right?" Josh said, scooting a few inches closer to you. "In fact, I refuse to not be touching you because I know you like to be hugged when you're upset."

Josh continued to inch closer to you, all the while you stared down at the couch and practically ignored him. You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his arms with your head on his chest, but your mind was screaming so many negative thoughts at you that it was hard to imagine yourself in that position.

Josh reached out and lightly grabbed your wrist, slowly pulling you towards him. You tried to hide the smile on your face, but Josh saw straight through you. Once he saw the smile on your face, he completely wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him.

"You can't fool me, Y/N. I know exactly what you need me to do when you're upset. So do you want to talk about what has you so distressed?"

You took a deep breath and began to tell Josh all about the terrible day that you had at work. Josh made sure you were calm the entire time. He pressed light kisses to your knuckles and the top of your head, ran his fingers lightly along your arm, and played with your hair. When you began to cry halfway through the story, he wiped your tears away with his thumb and allowed you to pause for as long as you needed until you could keep going.

"I'm so sorry, love," Josh said, squeezing you tightly. "You don't deserve any of that treatment, especially when you didn't do anything wrong."

You shrugged against Josh's chest, "They don't really care."

Josh sighed quietly, "Well you're here with me now and that's all that matters."

You nodded and began to idly draw patterns on Josh's chest. Josh gently placed a hand on the side of your face and tilted it so that you were facing him. You avoided eye contact and instead stared at his t-shirt collar.

"Love?"

"Hmm?" you hummed.

"Will you look at me?" You bit down on the inside of your cheek and looked up at Josh. "I love you so much, and I know it's had for you, but can we just try to focus on tonight? You don't need to face work for a few more days and I hate to see you stressed over it."

"I can try," you said quietly.

"That's all I ask."

Josh leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. You smiled and laid back down on his chest.

The rest of the night passed by relatively uneventfully. You and Josh ate way too much pasta, watched movies, and cuddled on the couch. Josh would steal kisses whenever he could, which ended up being quite often. By the time that you were walking back out to your car to go home, the day's events had been pushed to the back of your mind.

"I hope you know I'm stealing this shirt," you said as you pulled your bag over your shoulder.

"I knew the second that I handed it you that it was yours," Josh smiled. "Besides, I'll find a way to get it back eventually."

"Sure you will." You opened the front door and paused in the doorway. "Thank you for everything you did, Josh. I love you so much."

"I love you too, and that's why I do what I do."

Josh pulled you into a hug before kissing you deeply. You eventually had to pull yourself away, knowing that if you allowed yourself to keep kissing him you wouldn't want to ever go home.

"Let me know when you get home," Josh called after you as you hopped into the driver's seat of your car.

"I always do," you called out the window.

You closed the door behind you and started the engine. Josh waved from his doorway as you pulled out onto the street. As you drove home, you couldn't help but wonder how you had gotten so lucky.