twenty one pilots imagines (part two)

cold (josh)

pairing: josh dun x reader
word count: 665
tw: angst, sexual assault, language

"..no. no, no, why me, no." i cried as i turned my keys. my car started, as the tears fell down my cheeks.

i was late. josh and i were supposed to go out to dinner, but i was late getting out of work. but, that wasn't why i was crying.

i had to stay late, because my boss needed to "talk". he mostly talked about work, until when i was about to leave he touched me. i stormed out quicker than lightning, before he could go any farther.

i drove home frantically, as i continued shaking and crying. my buttoned shirt was torn open revealing my bra, and my hair was messed up from him attempting to grab a hold of it.

i had never expected it. he always seemed like such a good person. never did i think, he would try that. and he knew i was married as well. he was a monster.

when i got home, i parked in the driveway and got out of my car quicker than the speed of light.

i needed my josh.

josh's pov

where is she?

it was 6 pm and my wife still wasn't out of work. she was supposed to get out at 5 but an hour later, she still wasn't home. no call, no text, explaining she was going to be late. i grew worried. i hoped everything was okay.

she probably just had a paper due the next day. maybe she didn't realize it was as late as it was. surely she couldn't forget about our date, could she?

shortly after 6 pm, i heard the front door open and close.

"it's about time. my stomach has been growling since 3 pm." i joked as soon as i heard her walk in. but, she didn't reply. she simply made her way to our bedroom and plopped on the bed. i could hear sobs emiting from the room. i rushed to her, immediately.

"y/n, what's wrong? where have you been?" i asked her. she sat up and i noticed her shirt was unbuttoned, and she was beyond distressed.

"my- it- he-" y/n was choking on sobs. i pulled her into a hug and i rubbed her back soothingly.

"my boss touched me, josh." she finally cried. she pulled away from the hug.

"i ran away quickly before..he could do anything- anything else." she told me.

"i'm so sorry." i said. y/n pulled me back into another hug.

"he wanted to talk to me before i left and mostly talked about work...but then he-" she sobbed into my shoulder. it wasn't right. she shouldn't have had to deal with that.

"don't go back." i told her. y/n pulled away from the hug again and gave me an odd look.

"how? josh i need my job." she replied. i shook my head.

"not if your boss is gonna try to rape you. that's fucked. and you don't need your job, i make more than enough to support us."

y/n shuddered at the word rape. i mentally cursed myself for using it. of all words.

"i..can we think about it? i'm gonna call in tomorrow at least." she asked me. i nodded.

"of course. and tomorrow tyler and i can take a break from recording. i want to take care of you." i replied. y/n shook her head.

"no, no, you don't have to do that." she told me. i sighed.

"i wasn't asking. i need to take care of you. now, how about i run you a bath?"

y/n smiled. we stood up and walked towards the bathroom. i started the bath as she started to slowly strip.

as much as i wanted her boss to pay for what he did, i knew i had to be reasonable. she needed me first. his punishment could come another day.

and it would.