Josh Dun x Reader

Bad Day

Warnings: Some self deprecation

Word Count: 1593

You opened the visor in your car and flipped the mirror open. Your eyes were puffy and red from the sobbing you had done on the way to Josh's house, but you knew that Josh would start to worry if you didn't walk inside soon. Part of you wanted to text him and tell him that you had to stay late and sit in the car until you no longer looked like you were crying, but the other part of you wanted to go inside and wrap your arms around your boyfriend and forget all the bad things that had happened at work today. Regardless, you didn't want Josh to worry about you.

You were still debating what to do when you noticed movement out of the corner of your eye. The front door to Josh's house had swung open and he was walking outside carrying two bags of trash. His back was turned to you still, so you hastily wiped away the few remaining tears and made yourself look as presentable as possible.

Josh's face absolutely lit up when his eyes landed on you. You took a deep breath and climbed out of the car while he walked over and threw the trash bags into the bin on the side of his house. He must not have noticed how upset you looked yet.

"Y/N!" he smiled, walking over to where you were standing next to your car. "I was starting to get worried about you, thought maybe you decided not to spend Friday night with me."

Your heart clenched a bit when Josh mentioned that he thought you were skipping out on him. The two of you always made it a point to get together at Josh's house on Friday night to watch movies and order takeout to celebrate you getting through another week of work. Josh knew that you hated your job, and your Friday night celebration gave you something to look forward to each week.

"I would never skip out on you," you sniffled.

Josh's eyebrows furrowed as he got closer to you and noticed your splotchy cheeks and puffy eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked, reaching out and placing a hand lightly on your forearm.

Josh's gentle voice was enough to cause you to start crying again. You buried your face in your hand and crossed the other across your stomach, a feeble attempt at shielding yourself from view.

"Was it something I said?" Josh said, stepping closer to you. "Or did work go bad?"

Unable to talk, you just shook your head and let your shoulders shake. Josh wrapped an arm around your shoulders and led you inside. He walked you over to the couch and grabbed a nearby blanket to wrap around you, knowing that it would help you feel a bit more secure.

"I'll be right back, you just sit tight," Josh said, walking off down the hallway.

You wrapped the blanket tighter around you and pulled your knees up to your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You hated to break down this way in front of Josh, but work today had been worse than usual. Between your boss yelling at you and your coworkers giving you the cold shoulder, it felt like everyone was against you.

"I figured you didn't want to be in your work clothes, so I brought you one of my big t-shirts that you like. There was also a pair of your sweats that you left here a few weeks ago that I kept forgiving to get back to you, I thought you might want them," Josh mumbled.

You hadn't even heard him walk back into the room, your mind had been so spaced off.

"Do you want me to order some food while you get changed?"

"That would be nice," you said.

"What do you want? Pizza? Soup? Pasta?"

"Pasta," you mumbled.