#Drawing him w bedroom eyes was mostly self indulgent anyway

[olisephaa]

I've fallen for josuke and I can't get up

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[softkwannie]

for you, for me ✧ hjs

a soft josh drabble including: roommate!joshua x reader, self care encouragement, slight angst but mostly fluff, and a rather nice sounding bath  yeah this is v self-indulgent 

words: 811

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The soft blue sky is curdling into the pink clouds of dusk when you notice your bedroom door draw open. You know who is behind it straight away, but feign surprise as he curls his head into the room, making himself truly known. 

“Hey,” Joshua breathes with a small smile, “I brought you some tea.”

He approaches the bed with caution, raising his free hand to balance the steaming cup in his hands - his movements slow and tentative in the fading sunlight. So slow, they almost make you forget what you were focused on doing. Nothing, you think to yourself, could have ever been so deserving of your attention as this. You close your laptop screen and slide it away. 

“Thanks, I was just about to make some.”

His hands are comfortingly warm from the heat - soft and still and encased in your own as you take the cup from him. You rest around them for a fleeting second or two. 

He soon slides away, heat rising in his cheeks. As though he is searching for the right words, his fingers fumble with the sheets beneath him. They are a dishevelled chaos of white in his hands - almost as chaotic-looking as you, basking in deadline-induced dread and a two-day-old white T-shirt before him.  

“Are you almost done?” He asks finally. His voice makes for a soothing change for your ears; the harshness of your own in distressed phone calls to executives had quickly become painful to listen to. 

“Not for a while...” You begin, soon trailing off your words to take a sip. The liquid is warm and syrupy sweet on your tongue - an instant stress reliever. Come to think of it, it’s an awful lot like him. 

“Have you been working all day? It’s almost 11, y/n.”

He curls a nervous lip between his teeth. You can tell what he means to say. 

“It’s fine, really. I could do with the extra money this month.”

“You don’t have to worry about money, I’ve told you that...”

“You know I can’t accept any money from you, Josh. I’m already charging you double for rent.”

“At least take a break, then. For me.” He persists. 

In a moment of rebellion you go to lean forward for your laptop, but he quickly slides it out of your grasp. The look he gives you is vivid and sincere, his features suddenly softening in reflection of your own. 

“It can wait until tomorrow.”

You draw back in defeat. With a disheartened smile, he leaves you to your own devices. You almost think to finish the email you were penning, but before you can even remember who it was addressed to, the luxurious lull of sleep takes over you completely.

Half an hour passes before you wake. The entire world is hazy around you, the only audible sound being what you believe to be humming - low and thoughtful in the distance, dripping in honey. You lift yourself from the bed. 

The sky is completely black when your bedroom door is opened again - this time by your own, intrigued hands. Through the darkness of the hallway, nothing except the warm, amber glow of the bathroom can be seen. 

As you enter, the room is thick with steam. But the heat isn’t uncomfortable, no. It is the feeling of wrapping yourself in a scarf in the depth of winter, the lullaby of your favourite song soothing you to sleep. The curling clouds of mist all around make it very difficult, yet you can just about make out the bath in the centre. It is piping hot and filled to the brim, twinkling white with bubbles. It smells almost overwhelmingly of lavender, roses and fresh rain in the early spring. In a single glance of metal-clad taps and soft pink water you can feel yourself drifting away into a dream. It is completely mesmerizing.

Equally as mesmerizing is its creator, who makes himself known by clearing his throat. You turn him in disbelief. 

“Surprise.” He muses.

You begin to murmur a response, but can’t find the words. Not when you notice how Joshua’s eyes have changed. They are deeper somehow  - richer in colour than ever before. You decide you quite like them like this. 

“You don’t have say anything,” he whispers, gently twirling his fingers into your own, (completely non-fleetingly, this time), “just...take some time for yourself in here, alright?. Relax.” 

You hum, revelling in the sound of his chuckle as he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“Hmm, I’ll have to check my schedule...but I think arrangements can be made.” 

He lifts the other hand to stroke the top of your head. It’s still as warm as before - only now soft and lavender-scented. You melt into him.

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quick a/n: i had this all done n finished and tumblr decided to be like that and delete the updated, published version i hadn’t saved anywhere else hhhhh soooo i took a frustrated mental break, came back and edited what i could remember and left it at that. i’ll probably re-edit later but as for now, at nearing 3am, pls forgive any current mistakes...let that be a lesson kids!! save ur work!!  anyways i’m still booboo the fool w exams next week but i wanted to force myself to write something, however bad,,,,sry for ur eyes next time hopefully i won’t be salvaging memorised edits at ridiculous o’clock fhfhfh (also i don’t usually write in present tense so is this any good?? lemme kno pls n thank)

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