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[hailthegodsong]

I’d like to request a blurb! Josh coming home to you after getting his mullet haircut and being shy and scared you won’t like it

Hair Cut

Word Count: 604

Authors Note: Way longer than a blurb typically is, I know, but I jsut have sooo much to say lol. I also know that Josh had a mullet when he was younger so some of his apprehensive-ness isn't technically realistic but we're all going to pretend that isn't the case for the sake of this blurb. Hope you like, anon!

You hear the front door open, the quiet shuffle of feet, the rustle of a bag being set down— but no greeting. No waltzing in with some dramatic greeting, maybe sniffing the air exaggeratedly and declaring, My love, you’ve outdone yourself once again! No cheeky commentary about missing you after his long, arduous trip to the salon.

Just silence.

You frown, wiping your hands on a dish towel. “Josh?”

A beat. Then, finally, softer than usual, “Yeah?”

You turn, expecting him to be standing in the doorway, but he isn’t. He’s still lingering in the hallway, just out of view, like he’s not quite ready to step inside.

“Are you hiding from me?” you tease, stepping toward him. “Because if this is a terrible haircut situation, I need you to know I’ll still love you. I might laugh, but I’ll still love you.”

Josh exhales a small laugh, but it’s forced, barely there. “Not terrible,” he mumbles. “Just… very different.”

Your chest tugs. He’d been debating this cut for weeks, going back and forth, worrying about whether it would suit him. And now that he’s actually gone through with it, he sounds— apprehensive. Not his usual confident, playful self, but hesitant, uncertain.

You close the space between you, reaching for his hand. “Come here,” you say softly.

Josh lets you tug him forward, lets you guide him fully into the warm glow of the light. And when you finally see him, your stomach does a little flip.

His curls are still there, still thick on top, still him, but the sides— shorter now, cropped close enough to make the shape of his face stand out even more. His jaw looks sharper, his cheekbones more defined, and God, it suits him so well.

But Josh doesn’t seem to think so.

He looks up at you through his lashes, chewing at his lip, fingers twitching at his sides. “Be honest,” he says quietly. “It’s weird, isn’t it?”

You scoff, tugging him closer. “Joshua, are you kidding? You look stupidly good. Like, offensively good.”

His mouth quirks up slightly, but it’s clear he’s not convinced. His hand drifts to the side of his head again, nails scratching the freshly cropped hair. “I don’t know… I keep looking at it and thinking maybe I should’ve gotten my usual instead.”

You huff, already tugging him toward the living room. “Sit,” you instruct, plopping down behind him on the floor, in front of the floor length mirror, your legs bracketing his waist. “Look in the mirror.”

Josh sighs but does as he’s told, shuffling between your legs as you grab his face gently, guiding it toward the reflection.

“Now, I’m not exactly sure what you see when you look in this mirror,” you murmur, dragging your fingers through the soft curls at the top of his head before trailing them down to the shorter sides. “But I’m seeing the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

Josh blinks at himself, lips pressing together. “…You think?”

You scoff. “Do I think? Joshua, you look ridiculously good. Like, rockstar-who-knows-he’s-hot good. Like, let-me-run-my-hands-through-your-hair-until-you-forget-about-dinner good.”

A breathy chuckle escapes him, quiet but real. Encouraged, you lean down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

“You have the best face,” you murmur, smoothing your hands through his curls. “Like, objectively. It’s almost rude how good you look. And now I can see even more of it.”

Josh’s shoulders finally unwind beneath your touch. “…Okay,” he murmurs, resting his hands over yours, finally—finally—smiling. “Maybe it’s not so bad.”You press a kiss to the shaved side of his head. “Not bad at all, Baby.”

[greta-van-simp]

SongBird Josh x Reader

18+

{{Warning!!!}} Smut!!! Mention of drug use. Oral sex (f) 

Nonprotective penetration. 

AN: I don’t really write smut, but i had an idea of Josh singing to you as he brought you to climax, so i decided to write. I hope you all enjoy!

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“Holy shit.” you say as you exhale a puff of smoke. Coughing, you hand the bowl to Josh. He’s facing you on the couch, laughing as you try to catch your breath. 

“Is this your first time?” He asked as he took the bowl from your outstretched hand. His words dripping with sarcasm. 

“Ha Ha.” you reply dryly. You roll your eyes and lean back into the couch. You stare at Josh as he holds the bowl up to his lips. He flicks the lighter, and the shadow it casts on his face is mesmerizing. You feel a slight tingle between your thighs. 

Josh placed the bowl on the table and leaned back. Letting a stream of smoke escape from his lips. He turned to you with a smirk. You bite your lip as you imagine all the things he could do with that mouth. He leaned closer to you. You could smell the earthy scent radiating off of him. He put his head on your shoulder. 

“What is it momma?” 

Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. You loved that pet name. 

“I was just admiring how sexy you look.” 

He let out a soft laugh as his hand slowly slid to the top of your thigh. The tingle you felt between your legs was getting stronger. 

“Me?” he said in a soft, raspy voice. He moved his lips to your ear and whispered “Have you seen yourself momma? You’re radiant.” 

You felt a shiver run down your spine. You closed your eyes as he began to leave a trail of soft, feathery kisses down the side of your neck. The hand that was on your thigh, was slowly making its way up your stomach. He let out a quiet moan as his hand found your chest. He started to gently massage one breast, then the other through your shirt. 

“Lets move this to the bedroom. I need to get these clothes off of you.” He stood up, and you focused on the outline of his semi-hard cock straining against his khaki shorts. He noticed you staring and gave you a wink. “See what you do to me, woman?”

You grabbed his hand, and he lifted you off of the couch. He led you down the hallway to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you between his legs. He lifted your shirt over your head and started trailing kisses down your stomach. 

“You’re so soft and smooth baby.” He looked up at you with his beautiful brown eyes and you melted. He always knew what to do and say to make you weak in the knees. You intertwined your fingers into his soft curly hair and gave a soft tug. 

You couldn’t believe this beautiful man was yours. The rock god, Josh Kiszka, was the one who wanted you. The man thousands of women screamed for. He was yours. And he was putty in your hands. As were you in his. You let out a sigh as you tilted your head back, just basking in the thought. He started to slide your shorts down your legs. He tapped your calf softly, signaling you to step out of them. 

He stood up and spun you around, laying you softly on the bed. You watched as he removed his white t-shirt and shorts. His gold “J” necklace swinging gently around his neck. He crawled his way up to you and your lips connected. He swept his tongue over your bottom lip then biting it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The feeling of his bare chest against yours made you moan against his lips. 

You could feel him smile against your mouth. He lifted his head and stared down at you with sheepish eyes. “You’re so beautiful momma.” He moved his hand up to your breasts, pinching and twisting your nipple softly. Your back arched off the bed slightly as you melted into his touch. He leaned down and took your nipple into his warm, hungry mouth. You bit your lip as you watched him. His eyes locked on yours as his tongue teased your swollen peak of flesh. 

“Oh Josh. Your mouth feels so good.” 

He removed his mouth with a pop and smiled. “Would you like to feel my mouth somewhere else?”

You felt your heart skip a beat. You could only nod, afraid you would only squeak if you had to talk. He slid his hand down your chest, stomach, and stopped on the elastic band of your panties. He leaned down and crashed his mouth into yours, sliding his tongue through your parted lips. You sucked on it gently, making him let out a whimpered moan. He moved his lips from yours as he started his decent. You watched him intensely as he hooked his pointer fingers onto either side of your panties and slowly pulled them down. 

When he removed them, he held them in his hand and with his eyes locked on yours, he brought them up to his face and inhaled deeply. His eyes rolled back as he breathed you in. You felt your breath hitch as you watched him. It was possibly one of the hottest things he had ever done. 

He looked back down at you and smiled. “You smell so fucking sexy momma.” He tossed your panties over his shoulder and laid on his stomach in-between your legs. You could feel his warm breath wash over your wet heat. He looked up at you as he stuck out his tongue, slowly running it over your clit. You watched him as you let out soft moans. “Josh...please.” you whispered. 

“What is it baby? Tell me what you want sugar.” 

You raised your hips up to his mouth. “Please Josh. I want your mouth on me. I want you to make me cum on your tongue.”

A big smile spread over his face. “That’s my slutty girl.” He dove his tongue into your folds. He flicked his tongue over your wet folds, making you cry out.“Fuck Josh!” you moaned as you leaned your head farther back into the pillow. Your back arched and your fingers reached hungerly for his hair. He moaned against your throbbing heat as you held on to his hair. He wrapped his lips around your clit, and sucked. You bucked your hips up as you felt your orgasm build in your stomach. “J-Josh....baby...i’m gonna cum.” 

He took that as a cue to step it up. He slid his tongue down to your entrance, and stuck it in. He used his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You almost instantly let go. You looked down at him, and when his eyes met yours you came undone. 

You screamed his name and curses as he gently licked your throbbing, swollen clit, slowly bringing you back down to him. When you slightly recovered, you pulled him up to you, kissing his wet mouth. You loved to taste the mixture of his lips, and your juices. He pulled back and looked down at you with soft eyes. 

“Do you want me to fuck your pretty pussy baby? I want you to cum on my cock.”

You nodded as you leaned up to kiss him. He reached his hand between your legs, searching for your wet aching cunt. He played with your clit, rolling it in his fingers, flicking it until you were shaking beneath him. "Get on your knees. Now."

He moved off of you to stand on the side of the bed. You sat up and crawled over to him. You kissed him hard, bighting his bottom lip. He embraced you as your lips explored one another. As he pulled back, he did a twirl motion with his finger. You smirked as you turned around. 

“Ass up momma” 

You did as you were told. He gave you a smack on your ass. “Damn you have such a beautiful ass.” You laid your head on the mattress as he lined up with your entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock on your clit, before he slowly started to fill you up. 

You moaned into the sheets, squirming a little, wanting him to go in deeper. He reached the hilt and moaned as his entire cock was buried inside of you. “Fuck baby. You’re so warm and wet for me. Did my pussy miss me?” 

You moaned your response. He started to fuck you slowly, digging his fingers into your sides. You lifted your head and looked back at him. “Sing to me Josh.” He was quiet for a moment, only groans and moans as he slowly slid his cock in and out of you. 

“Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, i’ve done my time, whoa-oh”

You let a smile creep over your lips. He reached up and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head back towards him. He put his other hand around your neck. 

“Behold visions of burning skies. Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.” he sang into your ear with the rasp of sex in his voice. You closed your eyes as he pounded deep into you. 

“Are we prisoners or renegades?” He squeezed your neck harder. “Oh fuck baby, I'm close.” He let out a few moans as he leaned his head back. 

“Well i’ve done my time, whoa-oh.” He sang breathlessly into the warm air surrounding you both. You moaned with him. His cock slamming into your pussy, and his beautiful voice was bringing you so close to the edge. “Yes baby. keep singing to me.”

He pulled you up by your hair so your back was flush with his chest. His hand still gripping your neck, he leaned close to your ear. “Behold visions of burning skies..........Alas.....Babylon, whoa, whoa.....fuck.” He whimpered. He moaned though his teeth as he filled you up with his warm cum. The feeling of him releasing inside of you was enough to send you over the edge. You fell back into him as you came on his cock. He held you until you stopped shaking, then laid you both back on the bed. 

You rolled over to face him and let out a little giggle. He smiled at you with tired eyes. “What is it baby? What’s so funny?” 

You let out a sigh. “I just love having my own songbird.”

He moved closer to you and kissed the tip of your nose. “Lucky you.” he winked and tapped your thigh gently. “I’ll go get the bath started. How about you order some food." You nodded and snuggled into him for a minute. He was right. You felt very lucky to be loved by him.

[skylarmoon71]

Josh Porter (Grimm) - Chapter 6 - Final

For the remainder of his stay, you make regular visits to check in on him.

He always seems to be wearing that little awkward smile, giving you a wave. You’re happy to see that he's recovering. You try not to worry him about your caseload.

That’s why you avoid anything work related when you visit. You thought he’d at least be in there for a month, that’s why you’re a bit shocked when he shows up in your office a week later.

“Josh..”

He looks cheerful.

“Ready to get back to work, partner.”

You frown.

“Why are you out of the hospital, you’re supposed to be recovering.” You scold.

“I’m all healed up I promise.”

He must be stupid to think you’ll fall for that. You march right over to him.

“Really Porter, you’re healed, it’s been a week and you had at least three broken ribs. That’s just the wounds they would tell me about.”

“I’m healed!” He insists.

With a grumble, you grab the edge of his t-shirt, lifting it up. You expect bruises, marks, something, but all you see is an expanse of smooth skin and some very toned muscles. You hurriedly drop the fabric, clearing your throat.

“You Grimms are something else, I swear.”

He looks excited.

“I know right. I used to wonder how they did it but now it makes sense. We heal like magic. You should have seen the face of the nurse. She was looking at me like I was superman.”

He seems proud of the fact and you’re honestly more relieved than anything else. Seeing him laying on the ground unconscious, the image just refuses to leave your mind. You lower your head, and Josh looks curious.

“What’s wrong?”

You shake your head.

“Nothing, just a bit tired.”

You mean to step away, but he takes your hand, and you finally look back at him.

“You did the same thing, back at the hospital that night.”

You were really hoping the pain killers would help him forget all of it.

“How long are you going to blame yourself for what happened?”

“I’m not I just-”

“You’re worried that I’ll get hurt. That’s why you pulled away isn’t it. You’re scared.”

You hate that someone who often acts so childish and awkward is seeing through you so easily. You should be better at masking those fears, but you can’t.

“I could die tomorrow.”

His words make you glare.

“D-Don’t say that!”

“It’s true. I could get hit by a bus, run over by a car, shot by a mugger, struck by lightning-”

“I get it I get!”

He smiles, finally releasing your hand.

“The reality is, nothing in life is guaranteed. Whether I fight or not, I could get hurt. That’s just the way it is. Are you going to spend the rest of your days worrying about it?”

You can’t, it’s foolish to. You’re a cop, so you understand just how fleeting life can be. You’ve seen it first hand. Overthinking something like that would only drive you mad.

“I don’t want to live with anymore regrets in my life, neither should you.”

You’re a bit frustrated at how wise he is, especially given his personality.

“You’re annoyingly perceptive.”

He grins.

“It’s another gift.” He gloats.

You just laugh and he looks somewhat relieved at your expression. You’re both still standing fairly close. Now that he’s gotten his point across, he looks like he’s going to get right back to work, but you press your hand to his chest and he halts. He looks down.

“No regrets..” You whisper.

This time when your eyes meet, he’s wearing that expression again. Like just your gaze is enough.

“No regrets,” He agrees.

Your lips part and you’re unprepared when his hands immediately move to your cheeks and he pulls you into a kiss. Your fingers grip into his shirt. You’re a bit stunned at how eagerly his lips are slanting over your own. You stumble back, and he catches the misstep, one hand around your waist, pulling you flush to his body.

Your brows knit. It’s clear that you underestimated him. Nothing about his personality could have prepared you for this dominance. Though, maybe you shouldn’t have been surprised. Josh has been constantly catching you off guard. His hand moves lower and when he grabs your ass, you moan. He pulls back at the sound and you let out a shaky breath. His breathing isn’t very controlled either.

“Sorry..I got a little excited. We probably..probably shouldn’t do this here..” He finally gets out.

He’s right. You’re in the office. You’re just glad that the doors aren’t transparent.

You should pull back and set some ground rules. No kissing in the office or something. That’s what your rational brain says.

The irrational part is a little desperate to get him to lose his cool like that again.

“I guess Grimms are all talk then.”

His eyebrow lifts and then he smirks.

Maybe you tipped the boat a little too much.

“Josh you-”

He kisses you again, deeply and you swear that your knees all but buckle. His tongue should not be doing those things, not in the office. You grab at his shoulder and this time he gives your ass a more firm squeeze. A little whimper escapes, and he seems satisfied. He finally gives you a chance to breathe, leaving a kiss on your cheek, then chin, then your neck. You’re quivering against him.

It's clear that the last person you should have been taunting was him.

You can’t say you’re actually complaining though. 

[childofthegarden]

A love written in the stars

Parings: JoshxReader

Word count: 1,132

Warnings: none! Enjoy! ❤️

a/n: hello everyone! This is one of the first things I’ve ever wrote so I hope you all enjoy it❤️ please feel free to give me any feedback!!!

The first time you met Josh, you didn’t know how much he would change your life. It started as something simple—a chance encounter, a fleeting moment—but looking back, it was as if the universe had conspired to bring you together.

You remember the way he looked at you, like he had already memorized you before you had even spoken a word. There was an undeniable pull between you, something unspoken yet deeply felt, like the moment before a storm when the air hums with electricity.

From that day on, everything was different.

Josh had a way of making life feel bigger, fuller. He turned the smallest moments into adventures—spontaneous road trips with no destination, dancing barefoot in the kitchen at midnight, whispering poetry under the stars just because he thought the universe deserved to hear beautiful things.

You were his muse, though he never said it outright. But you could see it in the way he looked at you, in the songs he hummed absentmindedly, in the words he scribbled into notebooks left open on the kitchen counter.

“You’re my favorite story,” he admitted one night, his fingers tracing circles on your palm as you lay beside him, tangled in warmth and soft whispers. “The one I never want to stop reading.”

Loving Josh was like being caught in the middle of a song you never wanted to end. It was loud and quiet, thrilling and soft, a melody that wrapped around you like a gentle embrace.

And the best part?

He loved you just as fiercely. Through the chaos of life, through the storms and quiet moments alike, Josh held onto you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Because to him, you were.

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The seasons changed, but with Josh, every day felt timeless. Life was an endless collection of moments—his laughter echoing through the house, his fingers idly strumming a melody on his guitar while you curled up beside him, the way he’d pull you close just because he could.

One autumn evening, you found yourselves lying on a blanket beneath the night sky, a bottle of wine half-empty between you. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves, but you barely noticed the chill with Josh beside you. “Do you think we’ve met before?” he mused, gazing up at the stars. You turned your head to look at him. “In another life?”

Josh nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. Maybe we were poets in Paris or two souls wandering the desert, chasing the horizon.” He turned to you then, his voice softer. “But I think I would’ve found you no matter what.” Your heart swelled, warmth spreading through you as you reached for his hand. “You always say things like that.”

“Because I mean them,” he murmured, bringing your hand to his lips. And you knew he did. Josh never spoke without intention—his words were like music, each one chosen carefully, filled with meaning.

One evening, as you cooked dinner together, music playing softly in the background, he stopped stirring the sauce just to wrap his arms around you from behind. His chin rested on your shoulder, his curls tickling your cheek.

“You know what I was thinking about today?” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. You leaned into him. “What’s that?” You asked quietly. “How good you’re going to look in a wedding dress.”

Your breath caught, your pulse quickening as you turned in his arms to meet his gaze. His eyes held no trace of hesitation, only certainty—like he had known all along that this was where your story was meant to go.

“You want to marry me?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the song playing in the background. Josh smiled, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

And just like that, without an elaborate plan or a grand gesture, he made the moment unforgettable—just the way he always did. Because that was the thing about Josh, with him, love wasn’t just a feeling. It was a story—one that was still being written, page by page, moment by moment, forever.

The proposal was never about extravagance. It was about you and him—two souls who had somehow collided in this vast universe, destined to intertwine.

After that night in the kitchen, Josh didn’t rush things. He let the idea settle between you, growing like a song waiting to be played at the perfect moment. But he never stopped looking at you like he already knew the answer.

One evening, months later, you found yourselves in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by wildflowers and golden light as the sun dipped below the horizon. Josh had insisted on a road trip, just the two of you, no destination in mind—just the open road, music, and love.

As you stood there, barefoot in the grass, he took your hands, his thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin.

“You once asked if I thought we’d met in another life,” he murmured, eyes reflecting the fading sunlight. “I think we’ve met in every life.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You and your poetic words.” Josh grinned, but then his expression softened into something real, something that made your heart stutter in your chest.

“I don’t need another lifetime to know that I want this one with you,” he said, slowly dropping to one knee, pulling a simple yet stunning ring from his pocket. “No matter where we’ve been before, I know this—I want to love you in this life, for the rest of my days.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you pressed a shaky hand over your mouth, overwhelmed by the raw love in his voice.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice breaking with emotion. “A thousand times, yes.”

Josh beamed, sliding the ring onto your finger before standing and wrapping you in his arms, spinning you around as laughter and tears mixed into one perfect moment.

The months that followed were filled with love—wedding planning that turned into spontaneous dance parties, whispered vows practiced under the covers, nights spent dreaming about the life you were about to build together.

And then, the wedding day.

A small, intimate ceremony under the open sky, surrounded by the people who mattered most. Josh stood at the altar, dressed in an embroidered suit, his curls wild and free, his eyes never leaving yours as you walked toward him.

“You’re breathtaking,” he whispered when you reached him, his fingers brushing yours. The vows you exchanged weren’t just promises; they were poetry, a melody only the two of you could hear. And when he kissed you—slow, deep, full of love—you knew without a doubt that this wasn’t just a moment.

It was the beginning of forever.

[miamooooo]

omg do you take joshxreader requests?

i absolutely adored the way you write how creepy josh was in the last one and i definitely need moreeee

absolutely!! i'll take requests for mostly josh, but i don't mind writing for other characters as well :)

also tysm, that means smmm to me because i was kinda nervous about publishing it!!! feel free to send in any fic ideas, i love requests ♡

[admirationandromantics]

Currently working on a little Chris-story. No smut in this one, sorry, but more angst and fluff. It does include your parents getting divorced (sorry not sorry), so don't read if that gets to you. Anyways, there's this song that I listen to which ALWAYS reminds me of Chris. I can't explain why, there's just something about it. The story will be based on that, and I'll reveal the song in the post. This is not a request, just something I wanted to do. Anyway, have a good evening, and remember to check out the latest part of the JoshxReader game-based story! <3

[taylorgrace-writes]

House To Ourselves

Pairings: Josh x reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

Genera: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 932

A sigh of relief escaped past your lips as you watched the rest of the family drive off in their little red car. It had been a long Christmas vacation, to say the least. As much as you loved your family as well as Josh’s it got to be quite hectic when they all came together to spend the holidays at the house. You and Josh had more than enough room for everyone, but there always seemed to be too much commotion and not enough quiet time. You continued to stare out the window as you watched the little red car drive off into the distance. Snow was lightly falling from the sky and a warm cup of coffee rested between your fingers. Josh slowly came up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and giving you a small peck on the cheek.

“What are ya thinking about, baby?” He asked you, his warm breath tickling your ear.

“Nothing. Just glad to finally have some peace and quiet.” You told him, turning around in his arms.

“Yeah, I know it can get kinda crazy here with everyone being pent up in the house.” You hummed in agreement wrapping your arms around him and raising up on your toes to give him a quick kiss.

“I missed spending time with just you.” He smiled down at you, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind your ear.

“I know.” He breathed out before hoisting you up. On instinct, you wrap your legs around his torso letting out a small yelp in surprise. “How about we go upstairs and make some holiday memories just the two of us?” Josh said, giving you a small smirk.

“I thought you’d never ask.” You giggled, a mischievous smirk in your eye. Josh gave you a wink before whisking you up the steps to your shared bedroom. He carefully opened the bedroom door before gently laying you down on the large bed. In a matter of seconds he was hovering over you showering you in sweet kisses. Before you knew it both of your clothes were in a pile on the floor as Josh worshiped your body. Starting at your soft tender lips and working his way down to your sweet pussy, he left open-mouthed kisses on every inch of skin.

“Josh…” you murmured trying to push his head toward the place you needed him most.

“Relax baby, I’ll get there soon enough.” He mumbled as he kissed the inside of your thighs. Not long after you felt him gently lick over your most sensitive area. You let out a loud moan of approval which spurred him on. Before you knew it you were coating him in your juices. As he came up for air he gave you a passionate kiss as you tasted yourself on his tongue. “My favorite dessert,” he murmured “even better than moms Christmas cookies.” He said smiling as you let out a small chuckle.

“And I’m sure you taste even better.” You tell him gently squeezing his biceps.

“No baby. Not today. You have been amazing this week. Putting up with my crazy family.”

“Our crazy family.” You interrupt him. He rolls his eyes playfully.

“Whatever, you have done so much for me and the family and this is my thank you to you.” He said before aligning his tip up with your center. You rolled your hips forward, just wanting him to be inside you already.

“Josh stop teas-oh!” You didn’t even need to finish your sentence before he was fully inside of you.

“What was that you were saying?” He smugly asks as you adjust to him filling you up. Tantalizing slowly he starts to rock his hips into yours as his arms cage over your body. Not even ten minutes later you both are sweating, panting hard, as you come down from your climax. “Damn baby, each time I don’t think it can get any better and yet you surprise me each time.” Josh heaves out next to you before rolling over on his side to look at your blissed out face. You give him a hum of approval as you try to calm down your breathing. “I’ll be right back.” He tells you before getting up and pulling on a pair of boxers and leaving the room. When he comes back he has a glass of water in his hand and something small and wrapped in the other. He carefully hands you the water as you sit up taking a few sips before looking over at him.

“What’s that?” You ask him.

“It’s your final Christmas gift.” He tells you.

“Josh, Christmas was over two days ago.”

“I know, but I was looking for the right time and with the family around it never really happened.” He explained to you as he handed you the gift. You looked at him, giving him a weak smile before unwrapping the gift.

“Josh what’s this?” You asked him, looking down at the small locket that had a clock face on it.

“It’s a promise,” he tells you gently, grabbing the locket from you and guiding you to turn your back towards him. “a promise that no matter who we are with or where we are I’ll always make time for you.” He clasps the chain in place before you turn back to him. Tears well in your eyes as you embrace him.

“I love it.” You murmur into his neck as his arms hold your figure.

“Merry Christmas baby.” He whispers to you.

“Merry Christmas Josh.”

[myownparadise96]

Confessions

Some Josh x Reader fluff ❤️

You sighed, taking a swig of your drink. He looked stunning as always, the warm lights illuminating his skin and making his teeth glint. All you wanted at this moment was to wrap your arms around him. Someone knocked into you from behind, pulling you out from your daydreamsmaking you spill half the contents of your glass onto your shirt. You swore, pushed yourself away from the table and headed for the bathroom. This was bound to be a bad night, you knew it the moment the guys invited you to their party. Dabbing at the stain, you caught your reflection in the mirror- small eyes, big pores, and many other things you wished you could change. A small sob escaped your lips- “Stop the pity party. This is NOT the time. Save it for bed”- you told yourself, chucking the wadded up ball of toilet paper in the trash can. As you walked into the hall you felt yourself colliding with someone- of course it was him. You put on the best fake smile you could muster –“My bad” “It’s alright darling”- he smiled,-“Hey are you ok?” – he pulled you aside, brows furrowing. “Yes! Totally. My shirt.. just got kinda ruined. That’s all”-you chuckled, starting to pull away. His grip on your elbow loosened and he nodded, already occupied with something in the distance, “ok, see you around”- he rubbed your shoulder. You nodded, swallowing. God, you needed a drink after him touching you. It left you feeling of fire and craving. Maybe if you never met him in the first place you wouldn’t be feeling this.. whatever feeling this was. Seeing him laughing ,smiling and being totally oblivious to your feelings made you want to cry. You knew you were so far out of his league- he was intelligent, kind and ridiculously talented and good looking. And you? Definitely not his type. You made your way to the kitchen, pouring yourself some rum and coke and settled on a green armchair in the corner of the room. Jake was standing at the other end with his girlfriend, he waved, making eye contact with you. Returning the gesture you took a swig of your drink and leaned back. You mulled over the possibilities- if you did tell him how you feel… and he would be interested… no, nope, he would never be interested in you. But what if? You groaned internally -Why were you torturing yourself like this? Why couldn’t you just ask him? What’s the worst that could happen if he’d say no? Oh, right- you’d just not live it down? The only reason you came to this stupid party was to see him. And hopefully get a shot of courage and tell him how you feel. Before you could contemplate your next move, a pair of warm hands landed on your shoulders- “Jesus, Danny, what the hell?”- you whacked his arm as he gave you a small hug. “What are you doing here all alone?” “Just sitting. Having a drink. But you’re here now! What’s new!”- you tried to change the subject and made room for him on the armchair. Instead he picked you up and sat you down on his knees, making you chuckle. “Everything ok? You looked kinda sad, sitting here all alone” “I’m just… chilling” “All alone? Drink in hand?”- he smiled down at you. The height difference between you and Danny was always obvious. “Yep. Avoiding certain people” “Mhm. And who might that be exactly?” You picked at the hem of your shirt. “Hm? Do I know him?”- he prodded. “Yeah. Very well actually” “How well?” “Danny. Cmon. Don’t”. “And might that reason for avoiding that person be because of certain feelings?”He laughed. You nodded, playing with the rings on your fingers. “Just tell him. Whoever he is. But if he hurts you.. he’ll have to deal with me”- he rubbed your shoulders, making you smile. “I don’t have the guts to tell him. He’s just.. I’m definitely not his type”- you scoffed. “That’s crap. Who wouldn’t want to be with you ? Look at yourself: great sense of humor, intelligent, kind and gorgeous ”. You felt your cheeks get red. “I’m serious. Quit putting yourself down like that. But if we’re 40 and still not married… you know who to call ,right?”- he laughed getting up. You giggled, slapping his arm. “Definitely, Danny”.

“Hey, there you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”- suddenly Josh appeared, making you jump.

“Here I am”. This is it. Just do it. Come on.

“Uh, Josh. Can we talk?”

He locked his phone, slipping it in his back pocket.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Can we go someplace quiet?”

“Yeah, yeah”- he seemed concerned, his eyes glued to you now, trying to pick up anything out of the ordinary. He led you through the sea of people, holding your hand tight.

Stepping into the darkness of his room, your eyes scanned the movie posters on the walls, the old desk and dresser with Spider Man stickers still on it. You walked over to his bookshelf, moving your fingers over the spines of books you knew so well, since he lent them all to you at throughout the years you’ve known him.

“Remember how I used to read Emily Dickinson’s poetry to you in 10th grade? You’d come after school and I’d read it out loud to you ?”- he chuckled.

“Mm. I still love listening to your voice.”

“ Not much has changed then, has it?”

“It has”- you said quietly, more to yourself than to him.

“What?”

“Nothing, Josh”.

“What did you want to talk about?”- he sat down on his bed, patting the space next to him. You swallowed, instead walking up to the window that you’ve looked out of so often.

Your throat was dry.

“Uh. We need to talk. About something important”.

“Mhm. I figured. Everything ok?”- he chuckled softly.

“No. No it’s not”- you let out a shaky breath, raking your fingers through your hair.

“You’re scaring me. What’s up?”- he walked up to you, gently taking your hands away from your head.

“ I… this is crazy. Well not really, because you’re you and anyone would want ”-

“Calm down. Just tell me. Whatever it is…I’m here for you”- he took your face in his hands and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. You felt dizzy and hot at the same time. This was it. The moment you could lose him forever.

“ I love you Josh. I have for a while.”- you breathed out. He blinked at you, taking in your confession. Definitely not expecting it.

“O…Kay. Okay. Wow. I-“- his hands slipped from your face.

“I just felt you should know. I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer. I’m so sorry”- you sat down on his bed, burying your face in your hands.

You fucked this up. That’s it. He’d never talk to you again. You knew this was a bad idea. You’d have to avoid each other at parties, at school. This was a disaster.

“God, Y/N. Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I’ve been going crazy thinking you’d never think of me that way. Seven years. Seven years I keep thinking of us”.

It was your turn to be surprised. You froze.

“I’m sorry, what??”- he turned his body towards yours and took your hands in his, kissing your knuckles gently.

“You.. thought of me?”

“Yes. You’re..everything I wanted. You’re so beautiful and smart”- he smiled, cupping your face. Instinctively, you nuzzled your face into his warm touch. Without a thought you pressed your lips to his, eliciting a moan of surprise from him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and shifted closer.

Suddenly, the door flung open and Danny appeared, face shocked but after a moment he grinned, giving you a thumbs up and shutting the door. Josh rested his head on your shoulder, sighing.

“How about we lock the door this time?”- you chuckled.

[anvthemaeyes]

Picture Perfect Pt. 1/?

Trigger(s): Self-Harm- will begin and end with [**]-

Later chapters will include mature/explicit content - Happy readings :)

Josh Dun X Reader

2.3K Words

Today had been a good day… but It was your last class of the day and your brain was absolutely sick of cramming in useless information. Since this was also your favorite class you pushed yourself to stay awake. As of this moment your mind was in another place not caring for anything until you heard your name called. “Ms.Y/N.... you will be working with Joshua on this assignment”  Your eyes scanned the room to find your teacher, then Joshua’s recognizable mess of red dyed hair. He looked at you wearing nothing but a friendly smile on his face. You were glad you could work with him this time around since he usually aced his photography projects . Although he seemed to be an anxious, fidgety boy on the outside you knew you could really find out a lot if you took time to talk to him. While juggling thoughts you began to plan parts of the project in your head until your teacher abruptly announced something. “I have assigned partners based on the limited knowledge I have about each of you from this year. Being things i've noticed about your personality or past projects. These are people i think you all will work well together. So let your creativity run wild with this final photo set and have fun.” She ended her sentence with a nod and a smile as she quietly walked back to her desk. You soon moved over next to Josh so you both could begin to brainstorm ideas, stting quite close to him so you could look at each other's ideas  “So i kind of wanted to make the theme for this kind of about space and like our hopes and dreams and stuff and our future and x-files themed stuff ...if that’s alright” His voice was soft but quick. You could tell he was a bit nervous. “That sounds like a great idea. Maybe we can work on some stuff after school since my parents are on a business trip.We’ll  be able to have the house to ourselves” You gave him a small grin to comfort him. He nodded and tore a small piece of paper from your notebook. “ Here’s my snapchat i guess. Just text me everything later. I’ll be out with Tyler and Jenna until around 5 so expect me then.” His voice was a little shaky. “Well Jenna actually invited me earlier so we’ll be  seeing each other again later actually.” The bell rang so you waved goodbye to Josh and headed out.

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You walked home and changed into a simple gray crop top, black leggings, and jean jacket seeing that you were feeling a bit more confident than you had previous days, so you wanted to take advantage. As you were pulling on your jacket your phone lit up on your dresser, it lit up with a snap from Jenna

Jenna: So it looks like we’ve got a double date tonight

Y/N: Oh hush, I just met Josh and it's not like Taco Bell is anything special

Jenna: I’m not the person to be talking to. Taco Bell was Tyler’s choice and itll be fun.See u in 5 :)

You walked outside just in time to see Jenna pulling in. You opened the door to see her smiling like a kid in a candy store. “What could you possibly want?” I said in an overly sarcastic tone. “Josh is gonna appreciate that outfit, now won't he” she couldn’t help but laugh after she said that. “ Tell me again why i decided to be friends with you”

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Jenna found a parking spot and both of you soon got out. When you got out of the car you heard Tyler yell. “ How’s my favorite girl!?” You turned on you heel to them running into each other's arms. “ They’re so dramatic, it's only been a couple hours since school.” Josh laughed as he looked at the two love birds.

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. Everyone sat for a few minutes as you began to feel a bit unsettled“ Hey Jen, I’m gonna head to the bathroom alright.” she gave a concerned look “ Alright. We’ll be right over here.”.You headed to the bathroom and locked the door even though it probably wasn’t the best decision for a public restroom

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. You looked in the mirror and watched yourself as you took the jacket off, staring at your wrists that were lined with scars and more recent cuts that you tried to avoid making. The constant fear that you would get worse than your current state and Jenna would find out haunted you so you never knew why you continued with the habit you abhorred so much. You and Tyler were her first priority,and when she found out Tyler wasn’t doing great you saw the pain in her eyes. You couldn't put her through something like that again. You proceeded to fix your makeup and wipe away the tears that fell, making sure you looked presentable so no one would suspect a thing.

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You turned the deadbolt on the door and walked out with a smile, spotting Tyler and Jenna sitting together so you could only assume your spot was next to Josh. Tyler was the first to speak up. “So what are you guys doing for the photography project in Smith” You glanced at Josh. “ Well we decided we wanted to something based on ‘I Want To Believe’-” Tyler cut you off “ Of course Josh chose something from the X-Files.” He rolled his eyes. “ Well what i was going to say was that we wanted to something based on like space but also ‘wanting to believe’ in like your hopes and dreams” Josh said it with a happy tone. You could tell how excited he was.“That sounds sick...So, it sounds a bit cliche but Me and Jen are doing one based on love and trust” You and Josh simultaneously fake gagged.

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“So my house i guess?” you said looking down at your phone as you sat down in josh’s car. The inside was very nice and you noticed that he had some drumsticks had been thrown in the back. Surprisingly, sparking even more of your interest in the boy “Yeah. We can just stop by my house so we can get my camera and all my fancy lenses.” The singular comment created a more silent ride that only contained the radio playing various old rock songs that you recognized alongside the rain pouring down outside. You stared out the window until the car stopped at a large house that had a minivan parked in the driveway. “ On 3 we’ll run inside. 1...2..3!” You opened the door quick and grabbed his hand so he could pull you inside where there was a strong smell of coffee.You waved sheepishly at the woman leaning on the counter.. You assumed it was his mom. “ Oh, hi honey. Who is this lovely lady you brought with you?” a small blush appeared on his cheeks “ This is Y/N, I’m going to go work on a big photography project with her. I’m also going to her house to work on it, if that’s alright.” “ Of course just be careful out there. I don’t want you guys catching a cold” Once she finished her sentence Josh ran up the stairs. You followed him into his room where you saw a large drumset in the corner along with various posters. “ Hey do you want another jacket. That one looks a bit wet.” You looked down to see that you were practically dripping. Without thinking you took off your jacket and set it on a nearby desk.

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“Oh my god” Josh’s tone became extremely concerned and you looked at him and his eyes looked like he just got shot in the heart. You swallowed hard realizing what he was witnessing. You froze and didn’t think to cover up. “Why? Just like Tyler. Why? Every time I meet a good person” Those words came out of his mouth with a sincerity and his head fell in his hands, with that a thousand responses came to mind but all you could do was fall apart. You sat down in the chair behind you and your face was in the palms of your hands as Josh knelt in front of you. “ We don’t know each other well but all I can say is that things will get better. You just have to believe that they will. Don’t let anything bring you to this point...please” You looked up at him and his eyes met yours. You saw his look of desperation and you could see he cared.

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“Here, put on this jacket and let’s head to your house we’ll talk there.” you pulled the baby pink hoodie over your head,he gave you a soft smile and you both headed downstairs. “ Hey. Mom. I might be staying over at Y/N’s. I’ll let you know later tonight.”

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As you finished rolling into the driveway you led Josh into your house and immediately switched the heater on so the house could be a bit more cozy. “Do you want to order some pizza or something before we get started with all of this?” “Yeah, i’m fine with whatever you get.” You snatched your phone from the counter and called the nearest place for delivery making sure they didn’t have to drive far in the rain. “Y/N I want you to know that if you need me i’m here. I know what it's like and i can help. Y-You’re too.. beautiful to be doing anything like that” The room stayed silent for a few seconds. The void being filled with the sound of  your shoes stepping on the hardwood floor. You sat next to him and grabbed his hand. “It’s an extraordinary feeling knowing that I’m not alone.” Your eyes faltered between his eyes and the window. Finally settling into his innocent eyes, the edges beading with tears like that of earlier. Although this time, they were of joy knowing that he was helping someone find a purpose. The “moment” between the two of you was interrupted by the abnormally fast delivery man. Josh quickly rose to his feet and answered the door, handing the guy a $20 “Thanks man.Keep the change” Josh speed walked over so he could set the pizza down. “ i was holding the bottom of the box...it got hot.” His cheeks turned a light shade of crimson with awkwardness as he grabbed your TV remote and flipped on a movie. “So I have some stuff that we can use for backdrops and lighting in my room. I’ll set that stuff out later

-later that night-

“So go ahead and place that galaxy fabric down on the floor. Make sure its pulled tight so it doesn't have too many wrinkles. And then lay down.. Like that.. And hold the ukulele in your arms. Turn your head a bit so your glitter reflects and okay perfect i’ll take a few shots.. And noooow done with that shot.” Josh directed with ease as he sat on the top of the small ladder so he could get some overhead shots. The ideas spilled out of him with an ardent passion. The two of you both loved music and that is what helped with all of the ideas Josh was suggesting. You just went along with it, knowing that they would turn out beautifully alongside the other photos you and him had taken . “Hey you look a bit spaced out” Josh said as he laughed at his corny dad joke. You were glad to see he was becoming more comfortable around you. “Oh I’m fine. Getting cozy down here.” Josh assisted you in getting up as you both started looking through the pictures.”Crap! You need to call your mom it’s 7:00. You need to give her a heads up if you're staying over” “Oh you’re right, i'll be on your porch.” you sat alone in the dining room thinking. Something inside of you wasn’t right. You were beginning to fall for Josh and it was a fast fall. He was a sweet boy that had so much passion for life while also being so scared of it. He was just intriguing and you wanted more. To know more..to feel more. You snapped out of your dreamland when the door shut. “Good news! My mom says I can stay over. I just need to go grab some clothes and stuff for the night.” “Alright. I’m super excited.”

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Josh walked in with a duffel bag and small tupperware in his hand. “Hey my mom made us some brownies for the night.” he said while dropping them on the counter. “Sweet but we need to get that last photo done. I thinks it’s the one of the both of us right?” he agreed “Yeah, good thing you kept your makeup on….. Oh i need to hang up the black sheet!” his feet thumped on the ground as he ran to the living room to get it along with some small thumbtacks. You held the sheet in place while he shoved the tacks into the wall. As you adjusted it he grabbed his snapback and a pair of drumsticks to tie together the whole ‘Space & Music’  concept.  You knew this photo would turn out the best but would undoubtedly be the most awkward. “Okay Josh so were going to want to face each other and press our foreheads together..” He turned his body to you and put his face to yours. “Yeah like that and now just close your eyes  with your sticks crossed” you gulped as the situation got a bit as it got more intimate for the two of you. You pressed the control for the camera and a string of flashes began going off “Y/N you’re a stunning girl, I’ve liked you since freshman year and i've fallen in love with you ever since.” He grabbed your chin and brought it to his face, lips pressing against yours. A smile appeared and you stopped the camera. His arms slowly made his way around you.

[cornychip]

Tequila and Limes

18+

Summary: You’re visiting your best friend’s hometown, and despite your objections, she drags you to a party at her family friend's home upon their return from tour. 

Pairings: JoshxReader

               A little bit of DannyxReader

               Strangers to lovers

               Friends? to lovers

Word Count: 9.5 k

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ content only. DNI if you are under 18. Alcohol and drug use.

A/N: This is my first GVF fic, please be kind! If you stumble across this I hope you enjoy it, let me know your thoughts!

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You fiddled with the cuffs of your sleeves as you waited on the sidewalk in front of the booming home. The yard was large enough that the loud music and intense chatter emanating from the house was slightly drowned out by the warm noises of summer. 

To the right of you, your friend stood, eager to continue forth into pounding music and forthcoming bad decisions.

She looked down at you, stopping her once ambitious stride and huffing out a sweet yet defeated breath. 

“Quit messing with those, you look great. It's going to be fun!”

You nodded and offered an ingenuine reassuring smile. She noticed and playfully rolled her eyes at you.

“I shouldn’t have worn long sleeves, I’m going to get so hot,” you blurted out, whipping your arms forward and showing off the billowy white top you had on.

She shot you a teasing glare as you continued to stare up at her, arms and sleeves shaking in annoyance.

“Then take it off, just wear the vest,” she smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes, “I would rather everyone’s first impressions of me not be my tits.”

She only laughed, you along with her, and continued up the sidewalk to the home.

The closer you got the louder everything was and the more intense the smell of booze and weed.

“I wasn’t kidding about the vest thing, people here would dig it,” your friend spoke again, this time her tone less teasing and more matter-of-fact.

“I think I’m okay, thank you though.”

She shrugged and continued on, waving quick hellos to people scattered farther from the house on the grass and by the bonfire.

You weren’t not excited for the party, in fact, you were dying to get a drink into you, or two or three.

You were simply nervous to be meeting a house full of new people in a state on the opposite side of the country from where all your friends and family were. 

After months of organizing and planning, Casey had finally managed to drag you across the country and to her hometown in Michigan, known for its…lakes and snow?

The party was filled with her old friends and acquaintances, drunk and excited to reconnect with the one person you knew.

Daunting enough, but that was not the cause of your fretting. The true members reliable for your worries were none other than the party’s hosts- famous rockstars.

Casey and the Kiszka’s were neighbors in her younger years before she moved only a few minutes away. She knew the boys, but it was mostly their parents that continued the connection between the two families.

Still, she always managed an invitation to their now few, but profound parties following their return from tour or extended time away. 

“They aren’t famous in the way that other people are famous, you know? It’s really nothing to worry about!”

Casey had stressed upon your initial panic at the announcement that the next evening you would be attending their party.

Unfortunately her efforts to subdue any nervousness were useless.

It seemed as though you just weren’t experienced enough to make the acute distinction between famous-famous people and famous-but not really famous people.

All you did know was that you were feeling a strong inclination to turn around and never enter the Kiszka home. Though, you were beginning to understand a bit more of what Casey had meant about them as you couldn’t quite imagine most celebrities throwing ragers at their parent’s home. 

You finally entered the home after a few short conversations with old friends of Casey’s. It was hot and sticky and depending on how much you drank that night, your shirt may have been coming off.

Every room was filled with people, some were dancing, some were talking-yelling- and others were testing the limits of their personal alcohol consumption. 

“Casey!” A voice sounded out behind the two of you almost immediately, mixing with the booming base of music seeping from the various speakers around the home.

You turned to face a sweet, and very intoxicated looking, long haired man. His cheeks were rosy and his face was covered in a sheen of sweat as well as his torso that was exposed between the opening of a button down shirt.

“Jake, hi!” Casey beamed out and the two embraced in a hug, Jake stumbling back and finding his footing after a short moment.

They separated and Jake quickly inquired about Casey’s parents and vice versa.

You stood, anxiously scanning the room for alcohol of any sort in reaching distance. 

“This is my friend and roommate, y/n.”

 Casey pushed you forward slightly with a small nudge to your back and you were snapped out of your alcohol motivated, vulture-like focus.

You gave a small smile, finding it hard to keep your eyes focused on his pretty face, yet somehow managing.

“Nice to meet you, thanks for letting me come along,” You let out.

Jake only waved a hand and sounded out a “pshhh”.

“Don’t thank me, everyone’s welcome here at the Kiszka abode.” 

He stumbled back once again, this time finding his balance on the person behind him, patting their back once he straightened himself back up.

“Well I’m going to try to find the others, you’re going to bring your guitar down to the fire later, right?”

Casey pointed a finger at him as she dragged you further into the belly of the beast.

Jake yelled an enthusiastic “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t” after the two of you.

“God I need a drink,” you exhaled a long breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding in.

Casey laughed.

 “Yeah me too. Not so scary after all, right?” she nudged your shoulder and you relented, letting go a relieved smile.

“No, but really, really hot.”

Casey barked out a laugh and you smiled with her, giddy as you spotted the kitchen, counters equipped with rows of liquor and beer. 

Just before you reached your destination, though, Casey interrupted your course, pulling you into a sharp right turn only moments from stepping into the kitchen. 

“Sam! Danny!”

Casey yelled out again, sounding slightly more excited than her previous meeting with Jake.

Casey had told you that she had been much closer with the two, being only a year younger than them.

The two turned from the corner they were tucked into, and the conversation they were previously entwined with, to the two of you, smiles washing over their inquiring faces. 

“Hey Case,” Sam let out, hand lazily grasping at a red solo cup. 

“What’s up Casey,” Danny offered a small wave. 

“What are you two doing tucked away over here?”

Casey questioned and Danny and Sam exchanged knowing glances.

“Trying to stay away from Jake, he becomes a menace the second you pour a few shots into him,” Sam feigned annoyance and Danny chuckled, though you assumed there was some truth to it.

“Yeah, we just saw him, he’s very-” Casey pondered, “-happy!” 

The two chuckled to themselves.

“Yeah, that’s one take on it. He’s trashed, and it hasn’t even been 2 hours,” Sam spoke through varying scoffs.

“Are you going to introduce us to your friend?”

Danny voiced out and you looked over to him, his face attentive on your own. 

Casey wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “This is y/n, my very best friend and the girl I share an apartment with!”

You looked up to her, wondering if she had swiped a shot of something without you noticing. You let out a laugh either way, enjoying her antics and vicariously feeling slightly more at ease.

“Hey, nice to meet you guys,” you spoke, not able to think of anything else to say.

“Very nice to meet you too,” Danny smiled while Sam nodded along in agreement.

Your stomach swirled with warmth and you were sure your cheeks became dusted with rosiness, was he actually flirting with you?

Despite your giddiness, you could not shake the feeling that all of this would be even more enjoyable if you were on the same intoxication level as everyone there.

The three continued talking and you drummed your fingers against your bare legs.

You stopped midway through as you irrationally feared that Danny would ask you about it, then having to admit that you were not musically inclined but in fact, very nervous.

Instead you played with the fraying hem of your skirt, pulling the piece of clothing that hugged tightly over your body down, farther over the tops of your thighs.

You returned your focus to whatever the three were discussing, but instead you were met with Danny’s stare, right where you were adjusting your skirt.

He flicked his eyes up to yours, making momentary eye contact with you before looking away, back to Sam and Casey’s conversation.

He wanted you to know that he knew you had caught him and you could tell for the first time that he was definitely not sober.

You desperately wanted to say something, flirt with him, maybe touch his arm and tell him that you had wanted to wear your vest the same way as he was, with nothing underneath it, and have him thinking about you topless, but you couldn’t get a word out. 

God, you needed a fucking drink.

You tugged on the hem of Casey’s shirt when her and Sam’s conversation began to dull down. She looked over to you, giving you a knowing look, and nodded.

“Okay guys, we’re going to get something to drink, we’ll see you later,” Casey spoke as she took your arm in hers and began to escort you away.

Both the men said their goodbyes and went back to whatever topic they were discussing the minutes before you and Casey’s arrival.

Danny’s eyes lingered on your retreating self slightly longer than what would be deemed as normal. 

“Danny seemed to like you,” Casey wiggled her eyebrows at you.

You scoffed, but you could feel your face heat up at the mention.

“Yeah, maybe if I wasn’t the only sober one here I would have been brave enough to flirt with him,” you chuckled as Casey laughed alongside you.

“You aren’t the only sober one, I am too.”

You hummed out in acknowledgment, hoping you would have another opportunity to flirt with the gorgeous man you had left behind. 

The two of you had finally made it to the kitchen, the only place in the home that wasn’t packed full of people.

Most sat atop the counters, engaged in casual conversations, or came and went after pouring themselves a drink.

“Josh, I’ve been looking for you!” Casey jogged up and tapped the curly haired man on the shoulder.

He craned his head over to her and away from whatever drink he was creating. His lips hung open in a curious “o” which quickly stretched into a large, and perfect, grin before pulling Casey into a zealous hug.

“Heyyy!”

He sounded out following the hug's release, drawing out the last sound of the word.

Casey hadn’t remembered to introduce you, but you didn’t mind as you were content with simply following the curves of his profile and the way his lips moved when he talked.

She had told you that Jake and Josh were twins, and while they did look strikingly similar, you could still feel a giddy warmth blooming under your cheeks as you watched him.

His smile had yet to fall and for this, you were thankful.

You couldn’t seem to look away from his beaming grin, the slight gap between his front two teeth making your heart flutter.

Your eyes continued to seemingly move on their own, examine every aspect of his being.

He wore a long sleeve black button down that was fashioned similarly to Jake’s, though while his hung completely open, Josh still held on to a few buttons at the bottom of the shirt.

The scandalous styling of the shirt exposed the tan skin of his chest and the slight curves of his toned muscle.

Your eyes unwillingly moved down further focusing in on how his jeans hung dangerously low on his hips despite the brown leather belt fastened around them. 

“And this is y/n, my lovely friend whom I live with.”

Casey once again snapped you out of your daze and you put on a smile, too nervous to blurt anything out.

“Well hello y/n, I’m excited to welcome you into my home!”

Josh theatrically waved his arms in the air, making one sweeping motion to the room and having his hand fall casually around your shoulder.

You stiffened slightly under his touch despite your previous enamorment.

You had never been used to touchy people, much less touchy strangers that happened to be beautiful rock stars. 

Casey caught your eye, knowing all too well your odd discomfort with casual physical touch, and cringed out an awkward smile that seemed to say ‘sorry’.

Josh didn’t seem to notice, as he couldn’t quite grasp the fact that some people didn’t communicate through touch, and you simply nodded an ‘it’s okay’ back to Casey.

“Let’s take some shots, you both seem far too sober.”

He squeezed at your arm before releasing you and moving on to gather glasses.

You felt your body relax at the mention as well as the loss of contact.

Though, you knew that later in the night, you would be chasing the odd mix of excitement and anxiety boiling in the pits of your stomach when he pulled you into his side. 

You moved to follow Josh over to the counter where discarded slices of lime and lemon sat alongside large bottles of half drinken liquor. 

“We’ll start off with tequila,” Josh proclaimed, lifting the bottle and gathering up shot glasses left around the kitchen.

Your face fell into a slight grimace and Casey laughed as Josh gave the two of you a questioning look.

“Y/n and tequila aren’t on the best of terms,” Casey revealed in between chuckles.

“Too many bad decisions for one person have been made with my various run ins with tequila…also, it tastes bad.”

You went on passionately while remembering that fateful night months ago where you had to be escorted home by both Casey and a police officer.

You hated tequila.

Josh listened to you intently, an amused smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Well, as a guest of the Kiszka home, one tequila shot is required,”

Josh’s voice boomed loudly, his words coming out slightly slurred and you couldn’t help but glance your eyes down to his lips, wet with tongue swept saliva.

He pushed the shot glasses forward with no room for complaints.

You sighed defeatedly, but reluctantly grabbed the glass, excited to have something in your system. Out of the corner of your eye you watched as Josh swiped a tongue across the back of his hand, sprinkling something onto the same spot.

He lifted the glass in the air and you and Casey followed.

“To life!”

Josh yelled, partygoers looking over with short curiosity before going back to their own conversations and happenings. 

You all clinked your glasses together, tapping them on the table before gulping down the burning liquid. 

Both Josh and Casey bit into limes as you struggled, tears beginning to well up in your eyes as the burning continued down the back of your throat.

You fucking hated tequila.

Before you knew it, a lime was being pushed between your lips.

Your eyes fell on Josh, smiling and wildly laughing down at you.

You opened your mouth, biting down on the sourness with much ardor.

Josh’s hand grasped at your shoulder, his fingers finding their way behind your neck as his thumb rested next to your jawline and under your ear keeping the lime in place with his other hand.

You released your bite and he threw the lime on the counter.

Barely a second later, as your eyes still welled with tears and your face still stuck in a grimace, he raised his hand to your mouth, nudging your head towards it with his hand snaking up the back of your neck.

You licked off the remaining salt that coated the space between his pointer and thumb, cringing from the taste.

You could hear both him and Casey laughing as they looked on to your disgusted face.

You gazed up, eyes still wet with slowly retreating tears, and met Josh’s stare. His eyes narrowed at your own and he swept his tongue over his lips before turning his attention back to the previous situation.

“You got the sequence all wrong- Salt, Tequila, Lime- we’re going to have to do another one,” Josh’s teased and you shook your head violently.

“No way in hell-” you shivered at the thought but were met with a warm and buzzing feeling beginning to make its way through you, “-but I will have one of something other than tequila.”

After three more shots of various liquors-fireball, vodka, bourbon-you felt nice and floaty, and the three of you began loosely yelling about one thing or another.

“Let me make you guys a cocktail for the road,” Josh pointed at you and Casey, turning back to the table of alcohol.

You and Casey nodded, falling into your own conversation as Josh worked his magic.

Her eyes widened as she looked over your shoulder and waved a fervent hand at someone behind the two of you.

“Y/n I’m going to go say hi to some friends over there, do you wanna come?”

She returned her attention to you, cheeks beginning to go red with drunkenness.

“I think I’m going to wait for our drinks, this girl needs a little more fuel in her tank,” you pointed to yourself and her face scrunched up with odd amusement. 

“Alright, I’ll be right over there,” she squeezed your shoulder and left, making her way to the group of people on the opposite end of the house. 

You sighed, feeling a newfound emptiness with your best friend detached from your side.

You shuffled closer to Josh, leaning on the counter to his side. He looked over to you, an easy grin falling over his lips.

Your face heated up at the acute reminder that his attention was now solely you and you hoped that it had become red enough from the alcohol that he wouldn’t notice.

“What’re you making?”

You questioned, letting your mouth morph into an inquisitive yet slightly disgusted frown as he dipped his finger into each glass and swirled around the pinkish liquid. 

“Salty dogs! The best fucking drink ever created” he exclaimed, leaning close into you. 

He handed you a glass, searching over your shoulder for Casey.

“She went over there to catch up with some friends,” you explained and he just nodded his head, clinking your glasses together.

You took a sip, cringing from the bitterness and overwhelming taste of salt.

“God, ew, what is in this.”

Josh feigned an offended look, chuckles breaking through his performance.

“I can’t believe how picky you are, who let you into this party?” he laughed again, his eyes wide on you with shock.

You shrugged your shoulders, examining the drink closer with your eyes zeroed in on the sloshing pink liquid.

“I’m not picky, Josh, this is just disgusting,”

You decidedly answered as you peeled your eyes away from your thorough inspection.

His mouth fell into a lazy smile at hearing his name come from your lips. He laughed a breathy laugh, wordless over your dislike for his seemingly very cherished drink.

Nevertheless you continued sipping on it, trying to hide the slight contortion of all your features every time your tongue was met with the bitter liquid and salted rim.

Despite your efforts, though, Josh noticed and a laugh escaped him.

“No, no, no, no, no, you don’t deserve to drink it if you keep making that face,”

He stepped closer to you wrapping his hand around yours as it gripped your glass.

“No I’m going to drink it, it’s actually really good,”

You attempted to lie, pulling your glass away from his grip and he stumbled forward into you.

He tried to snatch it again, your bodies close together as he continued trying to wrestle the glass from you.

You shuffled yourself atop the counter as he followed, making a space for himself between your knees, continuing his stubborn fight for the drink.

You held the drink up higher so he could not reach, a fit of laughter escaping the two of you all the while.

He tried once more, relenting as he let the hand that was previously reaching for the drink fall atop your knee. 

He seemingly did not notice the gesture or had at least seen it as casual enough that it needed no attention.

Your eyes, on the other hand, were glued to his hand as it slightly squeezed at the part of your thigh right above your knee.

You tried to remind yourself that it meant nothing, that Casey told you all about how touchy he was just as a precautionary warning. 

Still, that feeling from before began bubbling in your stomach and tingling under the skin on your legs.

You glanced up at his face which had seemingly noticed your fascination with his hand placement.

The two of you stared at one another, faces close and warm. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and the slight earthy smell of whatever perfume or oil he was wearing, or maybe that was just how he smelled.

His eyes darted to your lips and you could feel your heart beginning to race with anticipation as you swept your tongue over your bottom lip.

“Josh!”

A loud and slurred voice called out before stumbling into Josh’s back, spilling that evil pink liquid all over your shirt.

Josh turned to a very drunk Jake with a giddy and accomplished grin on his face.

“Hello y/n!” he spoke out waving over Josh’s shoulder, you smiled back, not very bothered, but mostly amused by the situation. 

Josh looked down at himself, his own shirt also ruined by the drink, and then at you.

His eyes were wide and he sported an open mouthed, dumbfounded smile.

He attempted to hide his breathless laughs that rang out from Jake, faking annoyance, but he was seemingly not very good at hiding his emotions.

“Ah, Jake, come on, you ruined the lady’s shirt!” 

Josh grasped at one of Jake's shoulders, motioning to you, and your now slightly see through white top, with an open arm.

Jake furrowed his eyebrows pretending not to have noticed until Josh pointed it out.

“I’m so sorry y/n! I need to watch where I’m going!”

Jake stumbled up to you and took your hand in between his two. He squeezed at it in his own hands and shook, a theatrically apologetic look on his face as he looked into your eyes.

His face was close enough for you to smell the whiskey on his breath and see the few out of place hairs falling in front of his eyes.

Behind him, you could see Josh’s eyes narrow just the slightest bit and his eyebrows draw down before returning to their previous bewildered state.

“Don’t worry about it, I forgive you,” you placed your remaining hand on his shoulder and gave him a slight shake.

He gave you a smile and leaned into your ear.

“It was meant for Josh, not you, sorry” he whispered.

You grinned and nodded as he leaned away and flashed a mischievous smile before patting Josh on the shoulder and walking away as if nothing had happened.

Josh just watched as he walked away, that dumbfounded look not yet leaving his face.

He looked back at you with his grinning mouth agape.

“Can you believe this guy?”

You shrugged and looked down for the first time at your shirt.

A large pink splotch seeped into the fabric and turned it translucent. 

You let out a laugh, Josh following, and pinned the fabric between your pointer and thumb, peeling it away from where it had stuck to your skin.

“I can get you a different shirt, I think I have one almost exactly the same as the one you’re wearing,” Josh offered, a grin still plastered on his lips.

“Don’t patronize me Joshua,” you narrowed your eyes at him but kept on a playful smirk.

His cheeks reddened and he put up his hands in defense.

“I’m not, seriously, I think we have very similar style,”

He got out through chuckles as he stole your still quarter full glass off the counter, swigging it down in one go. 

“Make me another drink and then we can raid your closet, deal?” you questioned, “…but please not another salty dog.”

Josh opened his mouth to retaliate and most likely defend his beloved salty dog, but he shut it after some thought and simply nodded.

“I will make you a cocktail that you shall never forget,” Josh announced proudly.

You hopped off the counter and stood, shoulders touching, next to Josh as he accumulated different liquors and mixers. 

He shifted against you upon notice and glanced down at you, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

You returned the look with an innocent smile of your own, making your eyes as big and inconspicuous as possible.

“Single or a double?” he asked and you found the professionalism amusing from someone who had just minutes before used his fingers as a stirrer.

“Double.”

He nodded and poured a hefty amount of vodka into the bottom of the glass and topped it off with cranberry juice.

“Josh these aren’t cocktails, you're just mixing vodka with different juices!” 

You nudged his side and barked out a laugh.

“Hey, that is a cocktail!” He yelled out defensively.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, grabbing the drink from the counter and taking a large sip of the sweet liquid.

“Thank you,” you relented quietly.

“Huh, what was that!?”

Josh nudged closer to you, bending down slightly so he could put his ear up to you, waiting for you to repeat yourself. 

“I said thank you, now take me to this shirt you say you own.”

Josh grinned proudly, offering his arm for you to take.

You looked down at it, pushing your eyebrows up and together as if to say, really?

Josh only nodded as you reluctantly proceeded to take his arm, grinning to yourself and hoping he did not see.

You walked up the stairs to a hallway containing what you assumed were all the Kiszka’s rooms.

As you moved further and further from the party, the loud music was drowned away as well as the chatter and you finally realized how warm your skin was and the way your head spun as you continued forward.

“You okay mama?”

Josh looked down at you as you momentarily stopped walking.

You blushed at the nickname and a warmth bloomed in your stomach.

“Yeah, just maybe should have made that double a single now that I think about it,”

You laughed nervously, silently cursing yourself for getting too drunk to do any of the things you told yourself some liquid courage would help with.

“Come on in here and I’ll get you some water,”

Josh walked you to a door, slipping his arm around your waist, his other hand lightly holding at your upper arm.

You walked into the room, almost immediately refreshed by it. It smelled like him everywhere.

The earthy scent swirled synchronously around you and you couldn’t help but inhale a little longer than normal to catch the sweet smell.

Josh bent down to a power strip and flipped on the lights. Lamps scattering the interior emitted a dull warmth around the room and you found yourself feeling better even without the water. 

“There’s a bathroom across the hall if you need it, I’ll be right back,” he offered a soft smile before walking out of the room and closing the door softly, leaving you alone and sitting on his bed.

You stayed for a few minutes, testing the bounciness and softness of his bed, but found that it had gotten old rather quickly. 

After a few more minutes of examining the room and all the trinkets, band posters and instruments, you crossed the hall, hoping to sober yourself up more in the bathroom.

You sighed as you flipped on the harsh fluorescent lighting, eyes squinting instinctively at the drastic change of light.

You ran the sink, splashing cold water onto your face, and sometimes swallowing gulps of sink water, for what felt like an hour.

Patting your face dry with a towel you looked up at your reflection, noticing for the first time how uncomfortable and sticky your shirt was and also how close the spill had been to exposing your naked chest.

You grimaced at it, starting to hate the cold, wet, stickiness it was beginning to leave on your skin.

You returned to Josh’s room, thankfully far more sober than you left it.

You waited on his bed again, awkwardly holding your shirt away from your skin. 

What the hell was taking him so long?

Taking matters into your own hands, you unbuttoned and discarded the shirt onto the ground, adjusting your vest so it still covered you.

If not for your still slight intoxication you would not have been so bold.

You shifted in front of his closet door, moving your weight from one foot to another as you wondered if it was really okay to look inside or better yet wear one of his shirts.

Taking a leap of faith, you swung open the door and stared at the very few items still in his closet.

You very quickly remembered that he no longer lived there.

Somewhat let down from what you expected to be a wardrobe filled with Elton John-esque outfits, you fingered through the few remaining pieces, searching for a suitable option. 

Most were different variations of the same white shirt, short sleeve and linen, long sleeve and button down.

A few statement pieces were mixed in, things that perhaps no longer fit his aesthetic. Such as a fur vest and a few fringe lined vests and jackets.

“Sorry, for the wait, I got held up by Jake-”

Josh burst through the door, two glasses of water in hand.

Your eyes widened as you met his own surprised ones.

You looked down at yourself, thankful that the vest was covering something at the very least. but it still wasn’t much.

He caught himself quickly and darted his gaze away from you.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize-” he began, stopping short and instead keening his interest on some vinyls left out instead of stacked in a pile by the foot of his bed.

“Sorry, I was just looking for something to put under this…I hope you don’t mind, I looked in your closet,”

You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to maintain some form of modesty, and stepped away from the open closet.

You faced Josh, who was collecting the vinyls around the room and placing them in his messy stacks categorized by god knew what. 

Suddenly you felt very sober and very embarrassed.

“No, not at all…”

He stood up and looked at you again with red tinged cheeks.

He gulped, his throat moving up and down with the action, and seemed to ponder something for a moment before taking cautionary steps towards you.

He stopped once in front of you, looking down at the vest resting skimpily over your chest.

He reached out a cautionary hand, taking the hem of the clothing between his fingers, focused intensely on his own hand connecting with the bit of fabric.

“You know, you could just…wear this.”

Your eyes widened and your face heated up, the pit of your stomaching dropping in a warm anticipation. 

When you didn’t respond he looked back up to you, his intent brown eyes connecting with your own.

As you could feel even the tips of your ears go red, you moved your eyes from his and choked out a quiet laugh.

“Yeah, Casey told me that too, I guess it’s a sign.” 

Josh hummed a noise of agreement and nodded his head, the fingers gripping your vest grazing the skin of your stomach and waist.

“I guess so…” 

The words fell from his lips without meaning, just spoken to fill the silence as his eyes moved from where his hand was gripping at the fabric to your lips.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat.

His other hand moved up, resting itself behind your neck, his thumb tucked behind your ear just as it was when he put the lime into your mouth and had you lick the salt off his hand.

Your stomach fluttered at the thought that your tongue had connected with his skin in such a manner upon just meeting him, you had liked it more than you should have. 

“I wanted you in here when I first saw you, you know?”

Your focus was snapped back by the sound of his voice, quiet and gravely.

You laughed a shy nervous laugh again and replied.

“What, in your room?”

Your now very meek voice questioned out, playing dumb just in case you were catching his hints wrong, despite the two of you being tangled up with one another.

“Yeah, in my room,”

Josh grinned a devious grin, tugging softly at the roots of your hair.

You choked down a small whimper, liking to think it was out of pain and not the alternative.

“Why would you want that?” you asked again, the last bits of self restraint leaving you as you waited for whatever delicious response he had for you.

“I think you know why, y/n.”

He leaned closer to the point where your noses grazed and you could smell the alcohol on his breath as he breathed heavy pants against your cheeks.

You finally found your courage and brought your eyes up to look at his.

They narrowed as a devilish smirk grew on his lips, and without another moment, he pressed them against yours.

They were soft and warm and tasted salty in the best way possible.

His fingers curled into a fist around your vest as he pulled you closer to him.

You brought your hands to the sides of his face, losing them in soft brown curls.

He nipped at your bottom lip, each time swiping his sweet tongue against the delicate skin afterwards.

You let out small whimpers, not knowing if he heard them or even really caring. 

He released you feverishly, pushing you away but keeping his hands connected to you.

The hand gripping at the vest loosened and instead settled onto your hip. He scanned the entirety of your body, his mouth slightly agape with awe and lust.

He finally traced his eyes back up to your face, your lips pink and swollen and cheeks red. The side of his mouth quirked up.

“You’re so fucking hot…you look so pretty like this,”

He moved a hand to take your cheek into his palm, focused on scanning every aspect of your very flushed face.

He seemed to enjoy seeing what he could do to you.

You stepped forward in a fit of sudden confidence and growing desire, closing the gap once again and looping your fingers through the belt loops at the front of his pants.

You pulled, wanting him closer to you and he looked down in pleasant surprise.

“You’re so impatient, do you want me that badly, pretty girl?”

Josh quirked his eyebrows up, laughing a breathy laugh.

You nodded your head, tugging harder at his pants, head swirling as you felt the hardness beneath them. 

“Why so quiet? I want to hear you talk with that needy voice of yours,”

He tilted your head up with a finger under your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes as you spoke.

He had, after all, heard your small moans and whimpers.

“You…I want you,”

You finally managed let out quietly, your heartbeat quickening as your chest rose and fell swiftly, embarrassment, guilt and excitement all mixing into one odd amalgamation.

You wondered if Casey was looking for you.

Josh leaned into you, connecting your lips once again and disintegrating any other thoughts that weren’t about him and his warm lips moving against your own.

You moaned against his mouth at the return of his tongue to yours, tucking your fingers under the waistband of his jeans and underwear, grazing the sensitive skin there.

He groaned into the kiss, chuckling as he leaned away, his mouth still on yours.

“You’re a tease, gorgeous,”

Josh spoke, shutting his eyes and trying to savor the feeling of your fingers on his body.

He looked down at you, forehead resting on your own, and waited for a response as his mouth hung open in desire.

You looked up at him, flashing a devious grin and swiping your tongue over your bottom lip as you slowed your fingers and returned them to resting on the sides of his face, tangled in his hair. 

“S’that better?” you asked, a taunting tone taking to your voice.

Josh let out a breathy laugh, his hand squeezing at your hip and the other tugging softly at your hair, you were playing a dangerous game.

“Yeah, much,” he answered, a sarcastic twinge present in his words.

He danced his fingers down your neck, stopping them as he got to your sternum. 

The tips of his fingers grazed the edge of your vest and dipped under it until they found the slight beginnings of the underside of your breast. 

His touch was light, barely there, and only whispers of warmth trailed behind it as he followed the curved outline of your breast, up and down.

Your breath hitched and goosebumps prickled at your skin.

You stared up at him intently, focused on his own gaze steady on your chest.

His movements were so precise, so soft, you were putty in his hands.

He flicked his stare back to your face, searching for any reaction to his teasing and smirked upon finding your open mouthed and pleading eyed expression.

“Now who’s the tease?”

You managed to get out, but not without your voice wavering as his fingers continued drawing lazy lines up and down the contour of your breast.

He let out a chuckle and his eyes narrowed.

He moved his hand around your breast, kneading at the supple flesh slowly, dragging his fingers over your hardened nipple as his other hand dug into your hip. 

You leaned into him, feeling some relief as he finally touched you, even hungrier for more.

You tightened your fingers in his hair, tugging at the curls and dragging your other hand to rest on his neck as you pulled his lips back onto your own. 

His hands grabbed at you more desperately, pulling your hips into his and catching your nipple between his fingers as his hand feverishly molded around your breast. 

You both breathed into the kiss, the two of you getting more and more needy as slight nips on your lips became harsh bites and soft kisses became desperate and rough.

He tugged at your hair, pulling your head to the side as he moved his lips down your jaw and to that sweet spot on your neck. You sucked in a harsh breath as he dragged his teeth further down your neck, eliciting slight twinges of pain before soothing them with a warm flick of his tongue.

You could feel his hardness against you as his hand continued pulling your hips into his, trying to find any friction he could.

You brought your hands down to his shirt, fiddling with the few remaining buttons and dragging your hands against the exposed flesh when you finally managed to unbutton them. He shivered under your touch, grinding his hips further onto yours as you once again dipped your fingers under his waistband.

You retreated your touch again only to bring your hand over his clothed hardness.

He sighed heavily into your neck as you palmed his erection, his pants tight around it. 

You were desperate for more, more of him and more of his skin on your skin and his warmth on and in every part of yours.

Going to his belt, you sloppily undid it until it hung open on his hips.

He moved his hand to the swell of your ass, squeezing at the flesh, stray fingers accidentally finding their way under your skirt that was quickly riding up your thighs.

You undid his button, placing your hands on his chest and pushing him away slightly.

He looked at you curiously as you pulled his shirt off his shoulders and began trailing your fingers down his torso, eventually lowering yourself onto your knees.

His mouth hung open and his chest fell and rose quicker than it had before as his hands began tangling in your hair.

“You don’t have to, darling.”

You nodded.

“I know, I just want to taste you, I want to make you feel good.”

He let out a breath, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“How could I refuse?” He offered, his tongue tracing the bottoms of his teeth.

A heat grew between your legs, you wanted to have him in your mouth.

You wanted him to be hitting the back of your throat until you gagged and made a mess of you all for his own pleasure.

“Open that pretty mouth for me,” you did as he said, the corners of his lips pulling up at the action.

He brought his own hands down to his pants, motioning for you to return yours to your side.

He unzipped his jeans painfully slowly, rubbing himself over his underwear a few times before hooking his fingers under their waistband and pulling them down, his cock springing against his stomach upon being released from the tight confines of his briefs.

Your breath got stuck in your throat as you stared at him with an open mouth, now not so confident you could take him.

His eyes darkened as he ran his hand over the length of his cock, pressing the tip against your lips.

You swallowed dryly, words escaping you in that very moment.

“Don’t give up before you try, sweet girl. I want to feel your pretty mouth around me,”

Josh moved his other hand to your mouth, the pad of his thumb dragging your bottom lip down, his cock still resting on your lips.

You wrapped your hand around the base of him as he retreated his own from himself.

You pressed a soft kiss to the tip, traveling sweet kisses down the length of him, dragging your tongue up to his head once you reached the bottom of him. 

His hands tangled in your hair as soft, breathy groans escaped his lips, his eyes fluttering closed and mouth hanging open.

You wrapped your lips around his head, swirling your tongue around him. His hands tightened in your hair and he pushed at the back of your head slightly, trying to get you to take him in even farther. You complied, dragging your mouth down and around him until he hit the back of your throat.

Hollowing your cheeks around him, you bobbed your head up and down his length. 

You looked up at him as he opened his eyes to watch you work your mouth around him, the side of his lip quirking up.

He held your head still with his hands firmly grasping at your hair and thrusted into your mouth. You moaned around him, half out of surprise and half out of pleasure. 

He started off slow, trailing his eyes until they met with your own, tears beginning to well up in them.

His eyes were dark with lust and his mouth morphed into an evil smirk while he watched for your reaction every time he roughly thrust himself into your mouth.

He sped up and tears fell from the corner of your eyes as he continued hitting the back of your throat over and over again, faster and faster. He let out guttural groans as he pulled you away from him, saliva trailing from your mouth to his dick and trickling down the sides of your lips.

He huffed out a breath, stroking himself a few times and bringing the pad of his thumb down to wipe your mouth and the tears still present on your cheeks.

“I made such a mess of you mama,” He spoke through lost breaths as he looked down at you adoringly, “you felt so fucking good.”

You only looked back at him, your eyes connecting with him in a foggy haze. He bent down to you and pressed his lips against yours, so breathtakingly delicate in contrast to his previous actions.

He pulled away, and searched your eyes, moist with leftover tears. He pulled you up with a gentle tug of the arm and pushed you into the bed, soft with burnt orange bedding.

“It’s your turn to feel good my pretty girl,” Your face flushed. 

You knew it was just something that slipped out of his mouth, that you had only known each other for at most two or three hours, but the words trickling off his lips made you feel special. 

His.

He pushed you back so you were laying down, your head propped up on the few pillows resting against his headboard.

He crawled on top of you, settling himself between your legs and stopping as he hovered over your lower stomach. 

He huffed out a quiet, shaky breath, and licked his lips, staring at the exposed skin of your torso. He traced the tips of his fingers from your lower stomach, just above where the waistband of your skirt settled, to the space between your breasts, still slightly covered by the vest.

You shivered under his touch again, so light, so delicate, yet so electric. 

You stared at him hovering over you.

The way his eyes distracted themselves on studying every inch of your skin, his lips hung open in admiration and craving, glistening with saliva.

God, he was so pretty.

He brought his hands to your vest, slowly removing it as you leaned off the bed slightly to help him get it off you. He drew in a breath, his focus on your naked torso.

He looked back up to you, questioning and desire present in his expression. 

He finally placed a hand on your breast, slowly kneading at it as he brought his lips to place feather light kisses in between your breasts.

He grazed his tongue over your nipple as his hand worked at your other breast. You drew in a sharp breath, relishing in the intimate touch.

He lapped at you again, this time without stopping.

Swirling his tongue around your nipple sloppily, his hand feverishly squeezed and played with your other breast. 

He detached his lips from you and trailed them down your stomach, slowly, delicately.

Trails of saliva followed his actions and soon his kisses found their way to your waistband.

He stayed there, nipping and sucking at the skin, your hips involuntarily squirming and bucking as he formed bruises on them. His hand moved from your breast to under your skirt.

The black fabric scrunched up at your hips as his hand desperately hooked around the side of your underwear.

You whined quietly, the kisses becoming too little and his hand becoming too far from where you wanted it. 

He dragged your skirt off your hips and past your legs, discarding his own bottoms as well onto the floor.

You took him in for a split second, tracing your eyes around the contours and curves of his nude body, your face heated up and an electric feeling coursed through your veins.

Before you could look any more he bent down to hover over your hips. He pulled down the side of your underwear fastened to your hip just an inch, his breath hot on the bit of skin as his face hovered just an inch or two from your body.

He worked his lips there and trailed them to the other side of your body, his fingers teasingly pulling down your underwear just the slightest bit and pressing intimate kisses on the forbidden skin there.

You squirmed under his touch and your voice pleaded out with whimpers and whines. He looked up to you, a soft smile forming on his lips.

He finally brought his mouth down over your clothed core, kissing over the fabric. You shivered and brought your hands down to settle in his loose curls, already wild from your previous rendezvous.

He brought his mouth back to your waistband and settled the fabric between his teeth, pulling it down your legs. 

You closed your legs, embarrassment washing over you as much as lust and desire.

“Don’t get shy now, let me see you,” Josh kneeled in front of you.

He slipped his hands between your knees, pulling them apart and settling himself in between you.

He licked his lips as he dipped his head down between your legs until you could feel his warm breath on your core. You exhaled a quick and sharp breath.

“You keep getting prettier, sweet girl,”

Josh raised his head, looking into your eyes before returning them to between your legs.

His arms wrapped under your legs, hands curling around to grip at your hip and squeeze at the tops of your thighs. 

Once again all that was present on your exposed core was his warm breath, teasing as your hips struggled not to squirm under his manipulation. 

You could feel his breath before you could hear the slight breathy chuckles come from between your legs.

“So needy for me,”

He teased, watching the way your body reacted to him.

“Please, Josh,” you struggled out, frustration building.

“I want to take my time mama, be with such a pretty girl as long as I can,” he answered with his fingernails dragging soft stinging circled around your hip.

“I might just leave then,”

You challenged, knowing damn well it wasn’t true.

He knowingly called your bluff.

“I just don’t think that’s true,” he answered, his voice just slightly lower than before, his breath slightly closer.

He extended his tongue and your body jolted before melting into his warmth. You rolled your hips against his tongue, stationary and velvet soft. 

You groaned with frustration, he was giving you just enough, but nothing more.

You returned your hands to his curls, tightening them in the messy brown waves, pulling him closer into you.

He gave in, moving his tongue in sweet, soft circles around your clit. His pace quickened and you lost sight of anything and anyone except you and him.

You moaned out, but the sound caught in your throat and your mouth hung open in splendid delight.

He groaned into you and you pulled at his curls unabashedly, not having the mental capacity to worry if it hurt him or not.

He closed his mouth around your clit, sucking and kissing before returning his tongue to work at you.

The warm feeling began tumbling in the pit of your stomach and suddenly your whole body felt like it was on fire.

His hands dug into the flesh of your thighs, fingers dipping toward the sensitive spots on the inside of your thigh.

You let out a breathy whimper followed by a line of expletives you were trying your best not to yell in hopes no one downstairs would hear what was happening in Josh’s room.

“Don’t hold back, let everyone hear how good I make you feel, mama,”

Josh hurried the words out before pressing his lips back onto you.

With only those words, your inhibitions had left you and you were moaning out without shame.

His name, various curses, anything and everything.

The burning feeling pooled up in your stomach and you knew you were close.

“Josh, keep going…fuck,” you managed out between laboured breaths and whimpers.

Upon your words, he groaned into you, moving his hand from your thigh to your entrance, teasing a finger. You bucked your hips into him and you could feel the smirk form on his lips.

He gave in, pushing two fingers into you.

You shuttered with delight as you stretched around him. 

You hadn’t done this in a while, and the twinge of pain from his fingers made you delightedly fearful for how he would feel inside you, how he would stretch you out.

A wave of overwhelming pleasure hazed all your senses, all you could feel was him. He kept a steady pace of his fingers as he wrapped his mouth around your clit.

“F-fuck,”

You choked out, squeezing your thighs around his head and grinding yourself against his lips as you chased your release.

Your legs shook as your thighs tightened around him, reaching your climax.

You squeezed your eyes together, your mouth hanging open as a moan caught in the back of your throat. He groaned into you, slowing his fingers and mouth.

You exhaled a long shaky breath, opening your eyes and returning to Josh resting between your legs.

He crawled over you, making his place between your legs. You sucked in a breath as you felt his hard cock against you. He dragged his tongue over your bottom lip.

“Do you taste how sweet you are?” 

You licked over your bottom lip and his eyes hung on them, his lids half opened in a delighted daze.

“Hmmm?” He continued.

You nodded your head and the corner of his mouth tugged up. 

“What a sweet girl,”

Josh continued, murmuring praises in your ear as he pressed hot, wet kisses down your neck. 

He pushed his cock against you, teasing your entrance.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me mama?”

He grabbed your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, his grasp harsher than anything before.

There was something dangerous in his eyes.

He tugged your head up when you didn’t answer.

“Hmm? Will you let me fuck you any way I want?”

He drew his eyebrows down.

You nodded, catching yourself quickly and speaking out,

“Yes.”

A grin fell on his lips.

“Yes what?”

He pushed.

“I-I’ll let you fuck me Josh, do whatever you want with me,” 

Josh watched you closely, his eyes always finding their way back to your lips.

“Good,”

He finally let out, pushing himself into you to the hilt.

Your mouth dropped open as he painfully stretched you out. He stayed still inside you for only a second before beginning a harsh pace, the bed under you shaking with his movements.

You could only think about what the people downstairs must’ve been thinking for a single second before the burning pain turned into sweet pleasure.

He thrust into you relentlessly, each time hitting a spot inside you that made you unashamedly yell out his name.

“What a pretty girl, yelling out my name like that,”

He slowed down, moving into with rough punctuated thrusts,

“taking it all like the good girl you are.”

“Oh god, Josh…” you whimpered out, his pace speeding up again, the bed moving harshly underneath the two of you.

There was no way the people downstairs hadn’t noticed, even despite the thumping music and loud chatter. 

Josh let out mumbled curses, your name mixed in with them along with various ‘good girls’ and ‘what a pretty girl’s.

He grabbed your leg feverishly, hoisting it over his shoulder, hitting a spot deep inside you.

“Fuck..” you gasped out.

“Yeah, you gonna cum mama, you gonna give it all to me?”

His words just brought you closer as you tightened around him, his eyes squeezing closed at the feeling.

“Fuck, give it to me like a good girl.”

He was close too, you could tell by the way his pace faltered.

He sped up, falling flush against the backs of your thighs, pulling your other leg over his shoulder.

You both grew louder the closer you got, hurtling towards your finish.

“Cum with me pretty girl, let me see you make a mess all over my dick,” he thrusted into you harder and harder.

His eyes stayed focused and unwavering on your face, delighted as your mouth hung open, your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure.

You came undone around him, thighs shaking as your nails dug into the skin on the backs of his arms.

He fucked you through your climax until he came to his own release, spilling inside of you as he continued slow exhausted thrusts inside of you.

He stopped and hung his head down, the both of you searching for breath. Your legs hung limply on his shoulders as his torso pressed against the backs of your thighs, sticky sweat beginning to dry between the two of you.

After a few seconds of silence, the only noise that of your gasps and muffled music from downstairs, he gently took your legs and rested them on opposite sides of him.

He pulled out slowly, a twinge suddenly present on his face from the loss of you.

You could feel the mess spilling from between your legs, uncomfortable and sticky.

Josh hovered above you, staring down at your face, tracing your features before pressing soft kisses to your temples and eventually on your lips.

“I’m going to have to do a lot of explaining to Casey,” Josh chuckled.

A guilty grin erupted on your face as well.

“As will I. She finally brings me to meet her friends from home and I disappear with one of them after two hours.”

Josh’s lips fell into an easy smile.

“You’re gorgeous.”

You allowed yourself to revel in the moment.

Sure, you barely knew the man, and sure, it was most likely a simple one night stand, but in the moment, you felt happy, special, warm, cared for.

It seemed to just be the way Josh made people feel, he had that special something about him.

[barbariansgvf]

Long Time No See

pairing: joshxreader

a/n: Hi!! This is my first attempt at writing a fan fiction!! Please let me know if you enjoy it.

prompt: talking to an old crush, only to realize their crush doesn’t remember they’ve ever met.

disclaimer: I do not know Josh or any of the band members. None of what I wrote is accurate of who they are.

genre: angst?? 

“Aw man I missed this place!” Jake says with a sigh as he and the rest of the boys walk into a bar in their hometown.

The band finally had enough time off that they were able to visit their friends and family. This night the boys had chosen to visit an old bar they frequently visit when they are back home.

The boys quickly find a table and all sit down and begin talking about the old memories this bar has brought them. Out of the corner of Jake's eye he sees a familiar face sitting at the bar alone. He quickly nudges Josh and points towards the familiar face. Josh turns around to see what Jake is pointing at, and once his eyes catch y/n, all the old feelings that he thought were gone came flooding back.

Josh remembers seeing y/n for the first time walking down the hallway of their high school. y/n walked with so much confidence and beauty that once Josh's eyes caught sight he was unable to look away. He developed a huge crush on y/n that day, and anytime he would see y/n couldn’t help but stare and admire how effortlessly beautiful y/n was. Despite his massive crush he never was able to work up the courage to make a move and was always too shy to talk to y/n. It was only until y/n moved away for college Josh’s feelings went away.

Or at least that's what Josh thought.

But seeing you now Josh realizes that his feelings had never gone away but had only been postponed until the next time he saw you, which happened to be tonight.

Josh quickly turns his head back towards the table as a blush begins to rise up his neck and onto his cheeks. He stares straight out in front of himself with wide eyes until he hears Sam's voice.

“Oh my god, is that y/n?”

At that comment Josh quickly turns his head to look at his younger brother with wide eyes as the rest of the table quietly snickers at Josh's reaction.

“Be quiet Sam!” Josh says to Sam in a voice loud enough to cause him to wince and look back to make sure y/n hasn’t noticed him.

“You should go talk to her, maybe now you’d actually be able to ask her out.” Jake says while nudging twin.

Back in high school the theater department always did a play at the end of the year, this year in particular y/n was set on getting the lead in the play since it was y/n’s senior year and last chance to do so, and amazingly, after working hard preparing for the audition, y/n landed the lead. Josh that year had wanted to audition for the love interest of the lead character however after finding out that y/n had gotten the lead part he backed out and decided to audition as an extra. Josh was in the grade below y/n and knew he couldn’t play that part since it would mean he half to be so close to y/n

On the last night of the show, y/n had lost an earring for the costume of the lead character and was frantically running around backstage trying to find it. Josh witnessed y/n looking behind all the props and in all the rooms and decided now was his time to talk to her.

“Hey, are you okay?” Josh had asked timidly

“No! I lost an earring and can’t find it anywhere!” y/n responded out of breath.

“Here let me help you” Josh said as he glanced at the earring in y/n’s ear and began searching for the matching one.

After a few minutes of looking Josh found it on the table with the costumes for quick changes.

“Here, I found it!” Josh excitedly told y/n

“Thank you so much!!... I’m y/n by the way”

“Josh, I am an extra in scene three” Josh said as he began blushing wondering how he was able to say this much without stuttering.

Just as Josh was about to say something else, y/n was rushed onto the stage as the show began. Josh watched from the side stage in awe as y/n played the part perfectly. He hoped to be able to talk to y/n after the show and maybe even work up the courage to ask y/n on a date.

Later that evening once the show was finished Josh had tried to find y/n in the crowd of family and friends, but once he spotted y/n, y/n was already on walking out of the school. Josh had always regretted not running out the doors and asking y/n on a date, since after that show y/n graduated and moved away while Josh still had another left in highschool.

Josh glances back at y/n sitting alone at the bar and takes notice of the changes in y/n’s appearance . y/n’s hair is slightly longer and y/n no longer dresses in the same style like in high school. Despite the differences Josh still finds y/n beautiful.

“Second times a charm.”

Josh whispers to himself, as he looks back to his band and tells them that he is going to talk to y/n. They all let their mouths fall open as they watch him stand up and begin walking over. Despite all the confidence Josh has accumulated since he last saw y/n, in this moment Josh can feel nothing but nerves. And with one final breath to help calm his nerves, Josh taps y/n’s back. y/n begins to turn around and Josh can feel himself beginning to blush harder. And with a big smile Josh speaks.

“Hi y/n. Long time no see!”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

[skylarmoon71]

Josh Porter (Grimm) - Chapter 5

“LET HIM GO!!”

Josh’s body is tossed and he hits the wall. You panic, because Trubel is unconscious on the ground. You never thought your lead would end up here, confronted by a Siegbarste. Trubel told you how dangerous they were. 

There had been a manhunt due to the fact that the last group of officers that confronted him had ended up mangled. You all had been in the area following the reports. That’s what led you to the warehouse where he was hiding out.

Now with nothing but your gun to protect you, you’re scared.

Scared that Josh and Trubel could die, that you can’t save them, that this monster is going to kill so many more people if you don’t stop him now

“What are you going to do with that little gun?”

He’s taunting you. He knows you’re at a disadvantage. If any of your bullets land that would be luck. You can’t even get your hands to steady long enough and he grins wickedly.

“Take your best shot.”

He extends his hands, and you glare, raising your hand as you aim for his head. You empty the clip. Every shot right at the center of his skull. You’re not sure how many bullets you’ve fired, but the last click alerts you that you’re empty. He steps forward and you take one trembling step back. You wait for it, his attack, but he manages one more step and his body caves. He falls like a tree, the weight of his body almost shaking the ground.

You barely take a breath, because you’re still in disbelief. It doesn’t really register that he’s dead until you see the blood. You finally release a breath, and in an instant you’re racing over to Trubel and Josh, desperately praying that they’re okay.

~

“Miss, please get back into bed, you’re badly hurt.”

“I’m fine!”

You can recognize that voice anywhere. Stepping into the room, you smile. Trubel looks up, wearing a grin.

“I’ll take it from here. She’s a bit of a sucky patient.”

The nurse nods in agreement, exiting the room.

The second you walk over to Trubel you feel relieved. Aside from her busted lip and the bruise on her forehead, she seems fine.

“I heard you took the orge down. Emptied your clip. I hope that bastard felt every bullet. “

Trubel slips off her hospital gown, reaching for her pants and shirt to get dressed.

“Have you seen Josh yet? He took a lot of hits.”

You shake your head.

“He was unconscious when they brought him in. I was about to head back over there.” When she has her pants and vest on she turns to you.

“You’re still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Did you sleep here?”

“Didn’t get a whole lot of sleep.” You muttered.

She takes in your somber tone, nodding.

“I get that. Let’s go check in on him. He’s tough, he’ll pull through.”

You nod, about to head out when you realize something.

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

“Nah, I never liked hospitals anyway. They’re overrated.” You can’t help but laugh. Some things would never change.

It takes a few minutes to get to Josh’s floor. Relief washes over you when you see that he’s indeed regained consciousness. Trubel practically runs to his side and he smiles when he sees the both of you.

“See, that orge didn’t stand a chance against us.” Trubel boasts. 

Josh laughs and it’s then you take in his state. He’s barely seated upright. He looks like he’s in pain. His face isn’t too battered, but you can only imagine what injuries are hidden under his gown.

He notices the way you distance yourself. So does Trubel. She steps back.

“I’m gonna grab some actual food, do you want anything?”

You shake your head and Josh just chuckles.

“I think just liquids is all I can take right now.”

“Got it, I’ll grab you a beer.” She fixes her jacket as she heads out.

Once the door closes, his gaze settles on you. Moving closer, you feel that uncomfortable feeling settle in your stomach.

“Don’t scare me like that again.” You lecture.

He’s smiling.

You’re concerned, because he was practically used as a punching bag before you finally subdued the guy.

You knew you shouldn’t be worried. Despite his lack of combat training, he was surprisingly good at holding his own. You figured it had more to do with his abilities as a Grimm. His ancestors were basically hunters after all.

You exhaled, closing your eyes as you did a little prayer. He noticed.

“Hey, I’m fine, look.”

You opened your eyes, and he reached for your hand. You stood as he pulled you closer, placing your hand right over his chest.

“See, my heart is beating, everything is functioning just fine. No need to call the calvary.”

You smiled despite your worry. You could see that, but it was still scary. He was knocked unconscious by a freaking orge no less. It was pure luck that you were able to take down the monstrosity of a man. It took about eight bullets to the head before he’d stopped basically tearing through the room.

“Josh I-”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

You sigh, taking a seat on the bed. There was no reason to blame yourself, you knew that, but you still feel responsible. You’re the one who brought him in on this. Convinced him to use his skills to stop Wesen.

At the time it felt like what needed to be done, but now you’re having doubts. You’re a bit terrified that one of these days you’re going to get him killed. At the end of the day, he’s still a civilian. He didn’t sign up for this. He didn’t take an oath to protect and serve. This shouldn’t be his responsibility.

“Even if you hadn’t asked me, I’d still be out there.”

Your eyes lift.

“I told you, I wasn’t about to just sit around and let innocent people get hurt. I spent most of my life afraid of just about everything. When I lost my dad I realized that I needed to stop being scared. Bad things will happen, I can't avoid every problem. But these abilities, with them I can make a difference. I can help people. With whatever time I have left on this earth, that’s what I want to do. Even if it’s terrifying.”

His resolve is admirable. You were a cop and the things you saw made you want to crawl into a hole sometimes. You can’t imagine what it’s like to be him, to see it all, whether he wants to or not. With a soft smile, you shake your head. It’s clear that nothing you say is going to change his mind. You just close your eyes, pressing your forehead against his.

“You better not die on my watch, you hear me.”

He chuckles.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

For a few more moments, you stay like that. You need that closeness. Especially with how many hits he’d probably taken. Your mind just barely registers his hand at the back of your head, stroking almost comfortingly. When you pull back, your eyes open, and so does his. 

For a second you linger there, lost in the look he wears. You’ve never realized just how beautiful his eyes are. The emerald hues of his irises display a naivety that’s somewhat comforting. You swallow, and for a split second your eyes stray to his deliciously pink lips.

“Maybe it’s the pain meds but..right about now I’d really like to kiss you..”

The little mutter has your heart stirring. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want the same. But he’s hurt, and the last thing you should be doing is this. You’re also more aware of how good his fingers feel, running through your hair. With a careful breath, you close your eyes and pull away.

“Get some sleep.”

His arm falls, and you spare him one last smile before you exit the room. 

[gretavansidecut]

So uh, I know my lane in this fandom is primarily fan art, but what if I told y'all I was actually working on a little JoshxReader fic right now? Wouldn't that just be totally buckwild??

[childofthegarden]

A Love Written in the Stars Prologue

a/n: Hello all! This is the Prologue for A Love Written in the Stars❤️

Pairings: JoshxReader

Word count: 10k

Warnings: none!❤️

The first time you met Josh, it was pure chaos wrapped in serendipity. You were late for work, weaving through the crowded city streets, when fate made its move. One wrong step, one hurried turn, and suddenly your coffee was cascading through the air, landing squarely on the shirt of a stranger—a stranger with wild curls, an apologetic grin, and eyes that seemed to laugh at the world. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” you blurted out, panic flashing across your face as you scrambled to grab napkins from your bag. He looked down at the stain, then back at you, lips twitching into a crooked smile. “Hey, it’s just coffee. Could’ve been worse—at least it’s not hot sauce.” You let out a nervous laugh, still dabbing at the stain. “I really didn’t mean to—”

“Hey,” he interrupted gently, holding up a hand. “Seriously, it’s fine. I think I owe the shirt a break anyway—it’s seen better days.” He chuckled, and the sound was warm, like sunlight cutting through a cloudy morning. You half expected him to be annoyed, but instead, he smiled—a warm, crooked smile that made the world feel softer around the edges. “Let me at least buy you a new coffee,” he offered, eyes glinting with something playful. “No, I should be the one—” He shook his head, cutting you off again. “Nope. My shirt’s a lost cause, but your coffee isn’t. Come on, I know a place. Best lattes in the city, I promise.” Somehow, you found yourself seated in a tiny, tucked-away café, talking to this magnetic soul who spoke in stories and hummed under his breath.

“So, you’re a professional coffee spiller?” he teased as you sipped your drink, a hint of mischief in his tone. You groaned. “It’s actually a hobby of mine. Just, you know, marking people I might want to know better.” He laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, I’d say you’ve got great taste in victims.” What you didn’t know then was that this fleeting moment—the chance encounter with a stranger who looked at you like he already knew you—would be the beginning of everything. That morning, you were just two people caught up in the rush of life, but there was something different about him. A spark. An electricity in the air that made you wonder if perhaps the universe had carefully orchestrated that spilled coffee just to bring you to him.

You walked away that day feeling oddly light, like a piece of yourself had been shaken awake. You didn’t exchange numbers, didn’t make plans to meet again. But you couldn’t forget the way he looked at you—the way he said your name as if he was tasting something sweet. A week passed, and just when you convinced yourself that it was just a random, insignificant moment, you saw him again. Same café. Same table. This time, he was strumming a guitar, lost in a melody that seemed to float out the open windows. When he looked up and saw you, his eyes lit up like he’d been waiting all along. “Hey, it’s my favorite coffee criminal,” he greeted, setting the guitar aside. You grinned. “Still wearing coffee-proof shirts, I see.” He patted his chest. “I came prepared. Figured I might run into trouble again.”

From that point on, everything was different. Josh didn’t just walk into your life—he danced, twirled, and spun his way through it, pulling you along on spontaneous road trips, midnight adventures, and quiet nights under the stars. He made you laugh harder than you’d ever laughed, made you feel more seen than you thought possible.

Loving Josh wasn’t a choice—it was an inevitability, like gravity or the pull of the tide. It was poetry wrapped in chaos, a love story that didn’t fit neatly into chapters but spilled out like music from an open window. You didn’t know it then, but that spilled coffee was the first line of your story. A story of two souls that collided and chose to stay tangled together, no matter how unpredictable life became. Because in a world full of uncertainties, one thing remained constant: you and Josh were always meant to find each other, in every life, under every sky, and through every song. And so it began—an imperfect, beautiful, endless love story that was never just a moment but a lifetime in the making. 

The rhythm of your life shifted after that night. You started spending more time with Josh—not because you planned it, but because it just happened. Texts turned into late-night phone calls, and quick coffee breaks stretched into entire afternoons spent wandering the city. One Saturday, he showed up at your door, grinning like a kid who’d just gotten away with something. “What’s with the look?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. He held up a paper bag triumphantly. “Picnic. You, me, and the worst sandwiches in the world. You in?” You couldn’t help but laugh. “How can you already know they’re terrible?” “I made them. So, you know... probability’s not in our favor.” You rolled your eyes but grabbed your jacket anyway. “Lead the way, chef.” The park was alive with families, joggers, and artists sketching the spring blossoms. You found a quiet spot under a sprawling oak tree, spreading out the mismatched blankets Josh had crammed into his backpack.

As you bit into your sandwich—a questionable combination of peanut butter, pickles, and something that tasted suspiciously like jam—you tried not to make a face. Josh caught your reaction and laughed. “Yeah, okay, maybe I was aiming for ‘unique’ and hit ‘horrifying’ instead.” “Bold choice,” you said, trying to chew without wincing. “You really committed.” He picked a piece of bread apart thoughtfully. “That’s kind of my thing. I don’t half-ass much. Even terrible sandwiches.” You leaned back on your elbows, watching him squint up at the sky. “You’re kind of weird, you know that?” He turned his head to look at you, eyebrows raised. “You like it, though.” He teased. “Maybe,” you admitted, nudging his foot with yours.

For a while, you just sat in comfortable silence, the city’s noise blending with the soft rustle of leaves. Josh started to hum, low and unassuming, and it melted into the atmosphere around you. “Sing for me?” you asked before you could second-guess it. He hesitated, but then he nodded, pulling his guitar from its case. After a few experimental strums, he began to play, his voice soft and rough around the edges. The song wasn’t anything you recognized—just a melody that seemed to unfold on the spot, improvised and real.

His voice wrapped around the words like he was singing them just for you: “I didn’t know I was looking Until I found you by mistake Coffee stains on a stranger’s shirt And a smile I couldn’t shake…”

You felt your chest tighten, the sincerity in his voice like a gentle ache. When he finished, he looked up, cheeks a little flushed. “Made that up on the spot,” he confessed. “Not great, but—” You cut him off. “No, It’s perfect,” you whispered. His eyes softened, and he set the guitar aside, leaning back beside you. “I meant it, you know. Meeting you—it was like something finally made sense.” You turned your head to find his gaze fixed on you, unguarded and open. “I didn’t think you were real at first,” you admitted. “People aren’t usually like you.” He smirked. “What, charmingly chaotic?” You laughed. “Something like that. But also... I don’t know. You make me feel like it’s okay to just... be.” He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You don’t have to try so hard around me. Just be you. That’s the best part…my favorite part.”

Your breath caught as his fingers lingered, tracing your cheekbone. “I’m usually pretty good at keeping my guard up,” you whispered. “Yeah, I noticed,” he murmured, his thumb grazing your jawline. “But I kind of like seeing you like this—unguarded. Real.” The space between you felt electric, like the air itself was holding its breath. You didn’t realize you’d moved closer until his forehead was pressed to yours, his hand cupping your face. “You’re trouble,” you whispered, your lips just a breath away from his. He grinned, that wild, reckless grin you were starting to love. “Yeah, but the good kind, right?” Before you could respond, he closed the gap, his lips soft and warm against yours. The kiss was slow, hesitant at first, like he was giving you a chance to pull away. When you didn’t, he deepened it, his hand slipping to the back of your neck, anchoring you to the moment. When you finally broke apart, both a little breathless, he rested his forehead against yours and whispered, “So... think you’ll keep me around a little longer?” You couldn’t help but smile and giggle. “Yeah. I think I might.” And just like that, the world felt a little more in focus—like the chaos made sense when it was with him. As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, you leaned back against Josh’s shoulder, content to let time slip away.

You had no idea where this would go, but for the first time in a long while, that didn’t scare you. Because with Josh by your side, life wasn’t just happening to you—it was unfolding, one messy, beautiful moment at a time. The seasons shifted, summer settling in with its lazy, sun-soaked days and warm, starry nights. You and Josh fell into a rhythm that felt natural, like you’d always been part of each other’s lives. Your days were filled with impromptu adventures—getting lost in thrift shops, trying to cook with whatever strange ingredients Josh brought home from the market, and late-night drives to nowhere, windows down and music blasting. One evening, as dusk painted the sky in shades of lavender and gold, Josh showed up at your apartment with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Pack a bag,” he announced, barely waiting for you to open the doors he barged in. You raised an eyebrow. “Hello to you too. And For what exactly?” You laugh softly watching him walk past you. “Surprise road trip. No questions. Just... trust me.” He said looking back at you giving you his classic Josh grin.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. “You always have a plan, don’t you?” He shrugged, pretending to think. “Not really. Just a strong conviction that we’ll figure it out on the way.” He ended the conversation by walking up the stairs to your bedroom. Fifteen minutes later, you were in his Jeep, windows down, the smell of summer filling the air. Josh had a playlist queued up—songs that ranged from soft indie ballads to Rock and Roll. You didn’t care where you were headed, because being with him made the destination feel irrelevant. After a couple of hours, he pulled off the road at a small, hidden beach, where the sand met the cool, dark waves. The sky was turning indigo, the first stars peeking through. He opened the trunk and revealed a mess of blankets, pillows, and a thermos. “Thought we could camp out. You up for it?” You grinned, helping him set up a makeshift bed in the back of the car. “You’re ridiculously good at this spontaneous thing.” Josh flashed a sly grin. “It’s all part of my charm.”

As the night settled around you, he poured hot cocoa from the thermos, handing you a cup. You sat on the sand, shoulders brushing, listening to the waves crashing softly. “You know, sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming,” you admitted quietly. “Like this—us—it’s too good to be real.” He looked at you, eyes serious for once. “I get that. Sometimes I wonder when I’m gonna screw it up. But then I remember that you’re still here, choosing to put up with my chaos. So, maybe it’s real after all.” You leaned your head on his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere. You should know that by now.” He exhaled, like he’d been holding that breath for a while. “Good. Because I think… I think I might love you..” Your heart skipped a beat, and you turned to look at him. He was biting his lip, clearly nervous despite his usual confidence. “You think?” you teased, a soft smile playing on your lips. He groaned, rubbing his face. “Okay, fine. I know. I know I love you. Happy now?” You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning up to kiss him. “Yeah. Because I love you, too.”

The tension melted from his shoulders, replaced by that signature crooked grin. “Thank god. I was starting to think I’d have to pull some grand romantic gesture.” You smirked. “Like what? Serenading me under the stars?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I could. Got the guitar in the car.” You pulled him closer. “Let’s save that for next time.” The night stretched on, filled with whispered confessions and stories of past heartbreaks and dreams for the future. You lay wrapped in blankets, his arm around you, the sky sprawling wide above. At one point, he traced patterns on your arm with his fingertips. “You know, meeting you—it changed something in me. I didn’t realize how much I needed this...needed you.” You squeezed his hand. “Funny. I was convinced I had life figured out. Then you came along and proved me wrong.” He laughed softly. “I’m good at that—proving people wrong.” You stayed like that, wrapped up in each other and the night air, until sleep took over. The world outside faded, and in that small, quiet bubble of the universe, everything was right. The next morning, sunlight crept through the car windows, and you woke to find Josh already awake, strumming his guitar quietly. When he noticed you stirring, he flashed you a sleepy smile.

“Morning, trouble,” he whispered. You stretched, still tangled in the blankets. “Were you playing for me?” He shrugged shyly. “Just something I was working on,” he admitted. “Kind of a song about us.” Your heart did that familiar, fluttery thing it always did around him. “Sing it to me?” 

He hesitated for a moment, then began, his voice raw and unguarded: “Met you with coffee stains and crooked smiles Didn’t know I’d find a home in those wild eyes Days blend like songs on a worn-out tape But I don’t mind, as long as we’re tangled in fate…”

You listened, captivated, as his words painted a picture of every imperfect, beautiful moment you’d shared. When he finished, he looked at you, almost shy. “You’re incredible,” you whispered, cupping his face. He leaned into your touch, eyes soft. “Nah. I’m just lucky. Lucky you spilled your coffee on me. Lucky you didn’t run the other way.” You kissed him softly, knowing that luck had nothing to do with it. It was something bigger—something neither of you could explain but both of you felt. And as the day unfolded, sun warming the sand and waves lapping at the shore, you knew one thing for sure: no matter where life took you, you and Josh would always find your way back to each other.

Summer passed in a blur of laughter, impromptu adventures, and quiet moments tangled in each other. You found yourselves creating rituals without even realizing it—lazy Sunday mornings at the café where you first met, late-night walks when the city was asleep, and rooftop stargazing while Josh made up constellations just to make you laugh. One evening, you found yourself in Josh’s house, the two of you sprawled on his couch. The place was cluttered with sheet music, books piled in precarious towers, and his guitar resting against his piano. You’d just finished watching a terrible horror movie, both of you laughing more at the cheesy dialogue than feeling any actual fear. Josh stretched his legs across your lap, wiggling his toes until you playfully slapped his ankle. “So, I’ve been thinking,” he said, his tone unusually serious. You arched an eyebrow. “Dangerous territory.” He nudged you with his foot. “No, seriously. I’ve been thinking about...you know, us. This. Whatever we are.” You felt your stomach flip, nerves creeping in despite the easy comfort of the moment. “What about us?” Josh hesitated, running a hand through his wild curls. “I’ve been on my own for a long time. Not because I wanted to be, just because...it’s easier, you know? No expectations, no disappointments.” You nodded, unsure where he was going but not wanting to interrupt.

“But with you,” he continued, his voice softer, “it’s different. I don’t mind the messy parts or the hard parts. I actually...kind of want them. Because they’re yours. And I want all of it. All of you.” Your heart pounded as he shifted to sit up, his face earnest and just a little vulnerable. “I guess what I’m saying is...I’m all in. Whatever this becomes, whatever it is. I’m here for it. I just need to know if you are too.” You reached out, lacing your fingers with his. “Josh, you kind of turned my life upside down, you know that?” He looked momentarily worried, but you squeezed his hand. “But it’s good. It’s good because I didn’t know how much I needed someone who’s not afraid to be messy or real. You make me feel like I can breathe. Like it’s okay to just be myself.” A slow smile spread across his face. “You’re really bad at giving romantic speeches, you know that?” You laughed, swatting his shoulder. “I’m trying, okay?” He pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours. “Good. Because I’m not really good at it either. I’m just...good at feeling things. And with you, it’s kind of overwhelming sometimes.” You kissed him then, slow and deep, like you were trying to tell him without words that you felt it too. That you were scared, but it didn’t matter because he made the fear worth it.

When you pulled away, he was still smiling, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm. “So, are we doing this then? You and me—officially driving each other crazy?” You grinned. “Yeah. We’re doing this.” He leaned back, pulling you against his chest, and you settled into the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. After a while, he whispered, “You know, I was thinking about writing a song about this.” You glanced up at him. “About what?” He chuckled. “About how you’re the best accident that’s ever happened to me.” You rolled your eyes, but your heart melted. “That’s cheesy, even for you.” He laughed softly. “Yeah, but it’s true,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. After that night, something shifted between you—something subtle but undeniable. You were still the same chaotic pair, stumbling through life one spontaneous decision at a time, but now there was certainty underneath it all. An unspoken understanding that whatever happened, you were in it together. One weekend, he took you to the coast—a craggy, windswept beach where you spent hours running from the tide and collecting smooth stones. You built a tiny cairn together, balancing the stones just so, and Josh insisted it was a monument to your questionable decision-making skills.

That night, sitting by a bonfire he managed to coax into existence, you talked about dreams—his of finally recording an movie, yours of traveling without a plan. The firelight danced across his face, and he looked at you like you were something rare and precious.

He sang to you again, the melody quieter this time, almost a lullaby. “If I could hold time in my hands I’d press rewind to that first chance Coffee stains on a crowded street Where fate decided you’d find me…”

You rested your head on his shoulder, your fingers tracing the worn edge of his jacket. When he stopped playing, you whispered, “I never thought I’d feel like this. Safe. Happy. Kind of terrified.” He kissed your temple. “Same. But you’re worth the risk.” The stars burned bright above you, and the ocean’s rhythm seemed to pulse in sync with your heartbeats. You didn’t know where life would take you next, but for the first time, that uncertainty didn’t feel like a threat. It felt like a promise.

A promise that you’d keep discovering each other, one unexpected moment at a time. And whatever came next, you knew you’d face it together.

Autumn crept in slowly, painting the city with shades of amber and gold. You and Josh found new rituals—pumpkin spice everything (which he made a show of hating but secretly loved), long walks through the park as the leaves crunched underfoot, and cozy nights wrapped up in blankets, watching movies that ranged from cult classics to bizarre indie films neither of you fully understood.

One chilly Friday evening, you were curled up on Josh’s couch, his head resting in your lap as you absentmindedly played with his curls. You were halfway through an old black-and-white movie when he suddenly sat up, looking at you with a spark in his eyes. “Let’s go somewhere,” he said, his voice brimming with excitement. You glanced at the clock. “It’s almost midnight.” “Exactly. We’ll be the only ones out. Just us and the city. Come on.” He grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet.

Within minutes, you were bundled up and out the door, your breath visible in the crisp night air. Josh led you through the winding streets, eventually ending up on the roof of a parking garage that overlooked the city. The lights stretched out like a constellation, and the distant hum of traffic felt strangely comforting. Josh pulled out his phone, scrolling through his playlists. “Dance with me,” he whispered, holding out his hand. You laughed. “Up here? There’s no music.” He hit play, and a soft, soulful melody filled the air. “Now there is,” he said, pulling you close. You let him guide you in a slow, swaying dance, his hands firm on your waist. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you under the city lights. He spun you unexpectedly, and you couldn’t help but laugh, nearly stumbling into his arms. “Careful,” he teased. “I’m not trained to catch falling coffee enthusiasts.” You smacked his shoulder playfully. “I haven’t spilled on you in weeks. I’m practically reformed.”

He grinned, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. “Still my favorite criminal.” He spun you again and dipped you and almost dropped you. You grabbed onto him frantically as you squealed, he caught you and tripped falling against the edge of the garage. You stared at him in shock for a moment then burst out laughing hard. He laughed nervously “I’m so sorry. I’m not usually this clumsy. Must be nervous.” He laughed nervously standing up carefully with you and continued dancing.

The song played on, and you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. When the track ended, he didn’t move, just kept holding you like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. “Hey,” you whispered, looking up at him. “What’s on your mind?” He hesitated, biting his lip. “I’ve been thinking…about us. About how it feels like I’ve known you for a thousand years. Like every moment with you makes sense, even when it shouldn’t.” Your heart thudded in your chest, but you didn’t interrupt. “I used to think that I’d always be this wandering mess—never settling, never feeling like I belonged anywhere. But with you…it’s different. I don’t want to wander anymore. I just want to be here. With you.” You felt a lump rise in your throat, but you smiled. “Josh…” He cupped your face, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “You make me want to stay. You make me feel like I’ve finally found something worth holding onto.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. It was soft and slow, like a promise exchanged under the night sky. When you pulled back, you whispered, “You’re home to me too. You and your wild ideas, your terrible sandwiches, and your stupidly perfect songs.” He laughed, brushing his nose against yours. “I love you.” You kissed him again, whispering against his lips, “I love you too.” A gust of wind made you shiver, and Josh immediately shrugged off his jacket to drape over your shoulders. You pulled it closer, inhaling his scent—earthy and warm, like cedarwood and coffee. “Do you think this is it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “Like…our story?” He thought for a moment, looking out over the city. “I think this is just the beginning. We’ve got a lot more chapters to mess up and make beautiful. But yeah…it feels like we’re writing something good.”

You stayed there until the night grew colder, sharing stories and half-sung lyrics, dreaming up future road trips and midnight picnics. When you finally made your way back to his place, sleep tugging at your eyelids, he pulled you close in bed, tracing patterns on your back. Just before you drifted off, he whispered, “Promise me we’ll always be like this—messy and unpredictable.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I promise. As long as you keep dancing with me on rooftops.” His laugh rumbled through you, and he tightened his hold, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Deal.”

As sleep claimed you, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was what love was meant to feel like—imperfect, spontaneous, and a little bit reckless. You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but you were certain of one thing: wherever life took you, Josh would be by your side, hand in hand, coffee stains and all.

Winter crept in quietly, dusting the city with snow and painting the windows of your favorite café with frost. You and Josh spent most evenings wrapped in each other, huddled under blankets, watching the snowflakes dance outside. Sometimes he’d play his guitar softly, making up silly love songs that always made you laugh. One evening, as you sat on Josh’s couch with your legs tangled together, he looked at you with a contemplative expression. “What?” you asked, nudging his foot with yours. He didn’t answer right away, just traced circles on your knee. “I was thinking… would you want to meet my family?” The question caught you off guard. “Your family? Like… your parents?” He nodded slowly, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. “Yeah. They’re having this big holiday thing. It’s not, like, formal or anything. Just… I don’t know. I want you to meet them.” Your heart fluttered. “You’ve never mentioned your family much before.”

He gave a sheepish smile. “They’re kind of a lot. My twin brother, Jake, is the quiet one. He’s got this medium-length hair, always looks a little bit lost in thought. Plays guitar for the band, you know. He’s the chillest one out of all of us. Then there’s Sam, our youngest brother, who’s got shoulder-length hair and plays bass. He’s a bit of a free spirit, kind of always in his own world. Ronnie, our sister, she’s not in the band, but she’s the loudest of the bunch—full of energy, no filter. And my parents, Karen and Kelly… they’re great. Just… be prepared for a lot of questions and a lot of music.” You laughed, reaching up to cup his face. “I’d love to meet them. Are you sure you’re ready for that?” His eyes softened, and he kissed your palm. “Yeah. You’re…important to me. And I want them to know you.”

A week later, you found yourself in Frankenmuth, a tiny Bavarian town in Michigan. You were gripping Josh’s hand tightly as he led you up the path to a charming old house, twinkling with holiday lights. Before you could knock, the door swung open, revealing a quiet, familiar-looking face framed by medium-length hair. Jake gave a small, almost shy smile. “Hey, Josh. You made it.” Josh grinned. “Of course we did. This is—” Jake nodded at you with a calm, gentle expression cutting Josh off. “I know. Nice to finally meet you. Josh doesn’t really shut up about you.” Before you could respond, Ronnie appeared behind Jake, shoving him lightly out of the way. “Seriously? You’re the one who finally got Josh to calm down a little? You deserve an award.” She gave you a quick, tight hug before stepping back, eyes glinting with curiosity. Josh rolled his eyes. “Ronnie, maybe let her breathe?” Then came Sam, sauntering in with his shoulder-length hair tucked under a beanie, carrying a bass case. “Hey, you’re here! Awesome. Jake, Mom wants you to help set up the music stuff.” Jake gave a nod and slipped quietly past, his guitar strapped across his back. Sam gave you a casual smile. “You’re the girlfriend, huh? Cool. Hope you like loud family gatherings.” Just then, Karen appeared, wiping her hands on a dish towel, and pulled you into a warm hug. “Welcome! I’ve heard so much about you. Come in, come in. It’s freezing out there.” Kelly followed, his presence calm and solid, offering a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you. Josh doesn’t bring people around often. You must be special.”

Inside, the house was cozy and filled with the scent of cinnamon and pine. Ronnie was already dragging you into the living room, where Jake was tuning his guitar and Sam was adjusting his bass amp. Dinner was a chaotic mix of laughter and banter, with Ronnie making sure to embarrass Josh by telling stories from their childhood. Sam occasionally chimed in with clever remarks, and Jake mostly listened, nodding along, only speaking when directly asked. At one point, Karen asked about your favorite music, and before you could answer, Josh blurted out, “She’s got good taste. Mostly. Except for that one boy band phase.one Direction right?” You smacked his arm playfully. “Don’t judge my teenage years.” Jake smirked softly, plucking a few quiet chords on his guitar. “Everyone’s got a phase. Josh used to sing in the shower to ABBA.” Ronnie burst out laughing. “Oh my God, I remember that!” Josh’s cheeks flushed. “I was practicing my range!” After dinner, the boys set up in the living room, deciding to play a few songs just for fun. Josh took his usual spot in the center, Sam with his bass, and Jake settled into a stool with his guitar, his fingers moving effortlessly over the strings.

They played a few covers, and then one of their own songs. The room filled with the rich, soulful sound of Josh’s voice, Jake’s intricate guitar work, and Sam’s deep bass lines. You couldn’t help but be mesmerized—seeing Josh perform with his brothers was something else entirely. When the song ended, Karen clapped enthusiastically. “You boys sound better every time. Maybe you should add another member,” she joked, nudging Ronnie. Ronnie shook her head. “Nah. I’ll stick to dancing in the crowd.” After the impromptu performance, Josh led you to the back porch, the cold air biting but refreshing. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you. “You’re doing great,” he whispered. You leaned into him. “Your family’s amazing. I see where you get your spirit from.” He chuckled. “Jake’s the calm one, Sam’s the wild card, and Ronnie’s… well, Ronnie. It’s always a circus.” You looked up at him. “But it’s a good kind of circus. I like it.” He kissed your forehead. “I’m glad. I wanted you to meet them because… I don’t know. You’re a part of my life now, and they needed to see that.” You smiled, your heart full. “I’m really happy to be here. They’re great. You’re great.”

He kissed you softly, snowflakes catching in his hair. “I love you,” he whispered. You kissed him back. “I love you too.” That night, as you lay on the pull-out couch in the den, listening to the muffled sounds of the family still buzzing with energy, Josh pulled you closer, resting his chin on your head. “Thanks for being here,” he murmured sleepily. You squeezed his hand. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” And as the snow fell softly outside, you knew you weren’t just part of Josh’s life—you were becoming part of his world. And that world, chaotic and musical and beautiful, was exactly where you wanted to be.

The next morning, you woke to the smell of coffee and the distant sound of guitar chords. The house was quieter than last night, with a calm that only comes after a night full of laughter and music. Josh was still asleep beside you, his curls tangled and his arm draped over your waist. You carefully shifted out of bed, pressing a kiss to his temple before tiptoeing out into the hallway. As you made your way to the kitchen, you found Jake sitting at the dining table, a notebook open in front of him, quietly strumming his guitar. His medium-length hair fell in his face, and he seemed lost in thought. He looked up when he saw you and gave a small, almost shy smile. “Morning.” “Hey,” you whispered. “Couldn’t sleep?” He shrugged. “Early riser some days. Plus, once Sam’s up, it’s not exactly quiet.” He laughed softly. You smiled, pouring yourself a cup of coffee. “Last night was fun. You guys sound amazing together.” Jake’s lips curved into a modest smile. “Thanks. We’ve been playing together for so long, it’s kind of second nature now. Josh is… well, he’s always been the loud one. The voice. I’m just the background noise.” You frowned, pulling out a chair to sit across from him. “You’re more than that. You’re the foundation. The way you play—it holds everything together.” His eyes flickered with surprise, a soft blush creeping up his cheeks. “No one really says that. Usually, it’s just, you know, ‘Josh and the band.’” You reached across the table, touching his hand lightly. “I think you’re incredible. Josh knows it too. You all make the band what it is. After all, Josh said it was your band.” She smiled.

He looked down at his guitar, fingers absentmindedly plucking a soft melody. “Thanks. That means a lot.” Just then, the sound of shuffling feet interrupted, and Sam wandered in, his shoulder-length hair tousled and eyes still heavy with sleep. He gave a lazy wave. “Hey. You survived family night?” You laughed. “Barely. Your sister almost interrogated me to death.” Sam smirked. “Yeah, Ronnie’s the worst. She thinks she’s our manager even though she’s not in the band.” As if summoned, Ronnie burst in, fully awake and on a mission. “I heard that, Sam. If I were your manager, you’d have better haircuts and matching outfits.” Sam groaned. “Matching outfits? Please, no.” Jake just chuckled softly, clearly used to the sibling chaos. Karen appeared next, cheerfully bustling around the kitchen. “Good morning! Did you sleep well?” You nodded. “Surprisingly, yes. Your couch is actually really comfortable.” She set a plate of pancakes on the table and ruffled Sam’s hair. “We always make a big breakfast after a family night. Helps everyone recover from the madness.” As you all sat around the table, Jake and Sam continued to banter back and forth about setlists and song ideas while Karen occasionally threw in suggestions. Kelly wandered in, sleepy but smiling, and gave you a warm nod of acknowledgment. Josh finally stumbled in, his hair wilder than ever and eyes squinting against the morning light. He made a beeline for the coffee pot and grunted something that might have been “Good morning.” Ronnie smirked. “Nice of you to join us, Sleeping Beauty.” Josh ignored her, plopping down next to you and resting his head on your shoulder. “Why is everyone so loud?” he mumbled. You chuckled, running your fingers through his curls. “Because it’s morning, and normal people are awake now.” He made a dramatic groaning noise. “Morning people are the worst.” Jake nodded in agreement. As the breakfast chaos unfolded, Karen placed a stack of pancakes on Josh’s plate. “Eat, honey. You’re grumpier than usual.” 

Jake leaned over with a sly smile. “He’s just mad because he didn’t get his beauty sleep.” Josh flipped him off half-heartedly, making everyone laugh. When breakfast wrapped up, Sam and Jake grabbed their instruments and headed to the garage to rehearse. Ronnie dragged you into the living room, clearly eager to share stories about her brothers. “Did you know Josh used to practice singing in the basement with a hairbrush when we were kids?” she whispered conspiratorially. You tried not to laugh too loudly. “Seriously?” She nodded. “Oh yeah. He was all dramatic, like he was already performing for a stadium. Jake would just roll his eyes and play along. Sam wasn’t even born yet.” Just then, Josh walked in and shot her a glare. “I can hear you, you know.” Ronnie just grinned. “Good. You’re not getting out of me telling stories.” Josh rolled his eyes but pulled you to your feet. “Come on. Let’s escape while we can.” You followed him out to the backyard, the snow glistening in the sunlight. He wrapped his arms around you, his face buried in your neck. “Sorry about the chaos,” he mumbled. “They’re a lot.” You kissed his cheek. “I love it. I love them. And I love you.” His face softened. “You’re pretty amazing, you know that?” You shrugged playfully. “I try.”

He looked at you with that familiar warmth, the kind that made your heart feel too full. “I was worried you’d feel overwhelmed. They’re so… loud and different from just us.” You cupped his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “Josh, it’s perfect. Your family is real and chaotic and beautiful—just like you.” He kissed you, soft and slow, as if savoring the moment. “Good. Because I don’t just want you to be a part of my life. I want you to be part of this—all of it. The band, the family, the messy mornings. Everything.” Your heart felt like it might burst. “I’m in. All of it.” He pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours. “Good. Because you’re stuck with us now.” The sound of music floated out from the garage, a familiar riff from one of the band’s songs, and Josh smiled. “Sounds like they’re warming up. Wanna go watch?” You nodded, taking his hand. As you followed the music, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging settle over you. This wasn’t just a visit—it was the beginning of weaving yourself into Josh’s world, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

The music from the garage grew louder as you and Josh made your way over, hand in hand. When you pushed open the side door, you found Jake and Sam deep into a jam session, the raw sound of Jake’s guitar intertwining with Sam’s groovy bass line. They didn’t notice you come in at first, too caught up in the rhythm.

Ronnie was sitting cross-legged on an old amp, nodding along, while Kelly stood in the corner, arms crossed, a proud smile on his face. When Josh walked in, Jake glanced up, giving a quick nod but not missing a beat. “Mind if I jump in?” Josh called out, his voice cutting through the music. Sam grinned. “Only if you can keep up, old man.” Josh rolled his eyes and grabbed his microphone from its stand. You couldn’t help but feel a thrill at seeing him like this—completely in his element. As Jake picked up the melody, Josh started to sing, his voice filling the small space, rich and soulful. Ronnie leaned over and whispered to you, “They’ve been working on this new song for a while. Sam wanted a more psychedelic vibe, but Jake keeps pushing for bluesy rock. They’re trying to find the middle ground.” You smiled, watching as Josh poured himself into the vocals, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the music. You couldn’t help but be captivated by the way his voice wrapped around the melody, powerful yet intimate.

When the song ended, the room fell quiet for a moment before Karen poked her head in. “That sounded amazing! Are you boys finally agreeing on something?” Sam laughed, wiping his forehead. “Maybe. It’s coming together. I like where it’s going.” Josh caught your eye, grinning like a kid who’d just found something he’d lost. He gestured for you to come closer, and you slipped into his arms. “What’d you think?” he asked, still a little breathless. “It was incredible. You guys are… wow. Just wow.” Jake smiled faintly, giving a small nod of approval. “She’s right. That was the best take we’ve done.” Kelly chimed in, patting Sam on the shoulder. “You boys keep at it. That’s got something special.” Jake plucked a few soft chords, thoughtful as always. “I think the bridge needs something more. Maybe some harmonies? Josh, what do you think?” Josh tapped his chin, considering. “Yeah, something ethereal. Maybe you and Sam can layer it while I keep the main melody. I can try a falsetto on top.”

You couldn’t help but admire how naturally they worked together, bouncing ideas off each other without ego or conflict. Ronnie rolled her eyes. “You guys are such perfectionists. It sounds great. Just play it like that.” Kelly chuckled. “They can’t help it. Artists, right?” After a while, the music died down, and Jake put his guitar back on the stand. “We’ll pick it up later. My fingers are about to fall off.” Sam agreed, already scrolling through his phone. “Yeah, I need a break. Plus, I’m starving.” You laughed, nudging Josh. “Does your family ever stop eating?” Josh grinned. “Nope. We’re like hobbits—second breakfast, elevenses, and everything in between.” Back in the kitchen, Karen was already putting out sandwiches and leftover pancakes. Sam made a beeline for the food, while Jake poured himself another cup of coffee, still humming the melody from earlier. You found yourself next to Ronnie, who leaned in conspiratorially. “So, you survived band practice. Not bad.”

You smiled. “It’s actually kind of amazing seeing them work together. They just… click.”Ronnie shrugged. “Yeah, it’s always been like that. Even when they were kids. They’d play in the basement for hours, trying to nail a single riff. I’d have to sneak down just to get them to eat something.” Josh caught your eye from across the room and flashed you a smile that made your heart skip a beat. Karen, noticing the look, sidled up next to you with a knowing expression. “He’s happier when you’re around. You know that?” You glanced at her, slightly embarrassed. “I just… I don’t know. I didn’t expect to fit in so well.” She patted your arm. “That’s how it is when it’s right. Josh has always had big dreams, but it’s good to see him grounded, too. You’re good for him.” Later that afternoon, you found yourself on the back porch with Jake, who was quietly strumming his guitar. You sat beside him, sipping your coffee. After a while, he looked at you, his expression thoughtful. “Thanks for being good to him,” he said quietly.

You glanced at him in surprise. “Of course. I love him.” Jake nodded. “Yeah, I can tell. Josh can be… a lot. He’s always had this restless energy. It’s nice seeing him… settled. Happy.” You smiled, touched by Jake’s words. “He makes me happy, too. I didn’t know how much I needed someone like him until he showed up.” Jake’s lips quirked into a rare smile. “You balance him. I think that’s why it works.” Just then, Josh popped his head out the door. “You two conspiring against me?” Jake just rolled his eyes and kept playing, but you waved Josh over. He plopped down beside you, resting his head on your shoulder. “You look cozy,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. Jake just smirked. “You’re insufferable.” Josh grinned. “You love me.” Jake didn’t deny it, just kept playing his guitar. That evening, as the sun set and the house filled with soft chatter and music, you couldn’t help but feel like you were exactly where you were meant to be. Josh pulled you aside just before dinner, his face serious but his eyes warm.

“You okay? Not too overwhelmed?” he asked, brushing your hair back. You smiled, squeezing his hand. “I’m perfect. I love your family. I love you.” He let out a soft breath of relief, pressing his forehead to yours. “Good. Because I can’t imagine bringing anyone else here. You fit. You just… belong.” You kissed him, slow and sweet, and when you pulled back, he was grinning like a fool. “You really are the best accident that’s ever happened to me.” And as the evening continued, with music and laughter filling the house, you knew that this wasn’t just a holiday—it was the start of something real, something lasting. A life where you and Josh could build your own melody, blending perfectly into the wild, beautiful symphony of his family.

As the evening rolled on, the house remained alive with laughter, music, and the occasional argument over whose turn it was to pick the next song. After dinner, Karen and Kelly insisted on everyone gathering in the living room for a family game night—something they refused to skip, even when the band was on tour.

You found yourself squeezed between Josh and Sam on the big, worn-out couch, while Jake sat on the floor, guitar resting against his leg. Ronnie plopped herself onto an armchair, clearly ready to dominate whatever game was chosen. Karen brought out a battered old board game—one that clearly had seen years of use. “Trivia night!” she announced, grinning as everyone groaned. “Mom, you know Sam cheats,” Ronnie complained. Sam shot her a glare. “I do not cheat! I’m just smarter than you.”

Josh leaned over and whispered in your ear, “They’ve been fighting over this game since Sam learned how to read.” You laughed and nudged him. “I’m not taking sides.” Kelly divided everyone into teams: you and Josh, Jake and Ronnie, and Sam paired with Karen. Immediately, the competitive energy shifted up a notch, especially when Kelly declared himself the game master. The first question was directed at you and Josh: “What is the capital of Mongolia?” You blinked, caught off guard, but Josh immediately whispered, “Ulaanbaatar.” You repeated the answer, and Kelly nodded approvingly. “Correct!”

Ronnie rolled her eyes. “Show-offs.” Jake just smirked, clearly unbothered. “We’ll catch up.” As the game continued, you found yourself more caught up in the banter than the competition. Sam and Karen were a surprisingly ruthless team, snatching points with an efficiency that made everyone suspicious. Jake was calm and collected, even when Ronnie dramatically overruled his answers, while Josh kept whispering random facts in your ear just to make you laugh. When the final round came down to a tie between your team and Jake and Ronnie’s, Kelly pulled out the ultimate challenge: a music trivia question.

“This one’s for the win,” Kelly announced. “What year was Led Zeppelin’s first album released?” Josh looked at you, eyebrows raised. “Got any guesses?” You bit your lip, thinking. “Sixty…nine?” Josh grinned. “That’s what I was thinking.” You called out the answer, and when Kelly nodded, confirming it, Josh pulled you into a triumphant hug while Ronnie threw her hands up in defeat. “That’s not fair! Of course Josh would know that!” she protested. Jake just shrugged, looking amused. “You’re the one who answered ‘1971,’ not me.” Ronnie huffed but couldn’t help but laugh when Karen handed you and Josh the makeshift “Trivia Champions” crown made of tinfoil.

After the game, everyone gradually dispersed—Ronnie and Sam retreated to the kitchen to make hot chocolate, while Jake headed outside to get some air. You and Josh found yourselves on the back porch again, the night colder now, your breath visible in the air. Josh pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on your head. “You’re pretty good at trivia,” he murmured. You laughed. “I was guessing half the time. You’re the real brainiac.” He kissed your forehead. “Still, we make a good team.” The porch light flickered, casting a soft glow over the snow-dusted yard. You leaned into him, feeling safe and content. “I really love being here with you.”

Josh tightened his hold. “I was worried you’d feel out of place, but you fit right in. They love you. Jake even admitted it earlier.” You looked up at him, surprised. “Really?” “Yeah. He doesn’t usually say much, but when he does, it means something. He said you balance me out. That you make me… better.” You smiled softly, cupping his cheek. “You make me better too. I didn’t know how much I needed this kind of chaos until I met you.” He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, sweet kiss. The kind that made you forget about the cold and the world beyond that moment. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft and serious. “I meant what I said earlier,” he whispered. “I want you to be part of this—all of it. Not just the band or the music or the crazy family nights. I want you in every part of my life.” Your heart swelled. “I’m not going anywhere, Josh. You’re stuck with me.” He smiled that crooked, happy smile and pulled you back into his arms, swaying you gently in the quiet night.

Eventually, you both went back inside to find Jake playing a soft melody on his guitar while Ronnie and Sam argued over marshmallow proportions in the hot chocolate. Karen was folding laundry on the couch, humming softly, while Kelly glanced at the newspaper. When Jake saw you, he gave a small nod, and you couldn’t help but smile back. Josh sat down next to his brother, grabbing another guitar and matching his rhythm. They didn’t speak—just played together, their music blending seamlessly. You sat cross-legged on the floor, listening to the quiet, intimate jam session, feeling like you’d stumbled into something special. Ronnie eventually sat beside you, her head on your shoulder, while Sam offered you a steaming mug of cocoa. As the night wore on, Josh started humming along, his voice low and rich, blending with Jake’s soft guitar lines. You could see why they worked so well together—Josh’s energy and Jake’s calm were like two halves of the same soul.

When it was finally time to head to bed, Josh wrapped his arm around your shoulders and led you back to the den. You snuggled into the pull-out couch together, his fingers tracing patterns on your back as you listened to the quiet hum of the house settling. Just before sleep claimed you, Josh whispered, “You’re part of this now. You’re part of us.” You smiled against his chest. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” And as snow continued to fall softly outside, you couldn’t help but feel that, amidst the music and the madness, you’d truly found where you belonged.

It had been nearly a year since that winter trip to Josh’s family home—a year filled with whirlwind tours, spontaneous road trips, and quiet mornings wrapped in each other’s arms. Life had become a beautiful, unpredictable blend of chaos and comfort, and through it all, you and Josh found ways to keep your worlds intertwined.

The band’s success kept growing. Greta Van Fleet had just wrapped up a massive tour, playing sold-out shows in Europe and North America. You’d joined them for some of it—standing backstage, watching Josh command the crowd with that electric energy only he possessed. You loved seeing him in his element, but what you loved even more was the way his eyes always found yours in the crowd, grounding him.

Now, back home, the band was taking a much-needed break. You and Josh had settled into a small house on the outskirts of town—a cozy, eclectic space filled with mismatched furniture, vinyl records stacked haphazardly, and guitars propped up in every corner.

One evening, as you sat cross-legged on the living room floor, sorting through a box of tour memorabilia, Josh came in carrying takeout, a proud grin on his face. “Guess who managed to order food without messing up this time?” he announced. You raised an eyebrow, playing along. “Did you actually get my order right?” He set the bags on the coffee table and dramatically bowed. “Double-checked it twice. No weird substitutions this time.” You laughed, pulling him down for a kiss. “I’m impressed.”

As you dug into your food, Josh picked up a setlist from the box you were sorting through. “Man, I forgot about this show,” he said, tracing the faded ink. “That night in Paris—the crowd was insane.” You smiled, remembering the way he’d pulled you on stage at the end, dancing with you in front of thousands. “You never told me you were going to do that.” He shrugged, unrepentant. “It felt right. Plus, I liked the look on your face—completely shocked and a little pissed.” You nudged him with your foot. “Yeah, because I wasn’t dressed to be on stage!” He just laughed, pulling you into his lap. “You looked beautiful. You always do.” Just then, his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, his face lighting up. “It’s Jake. He and Sam want to come over. They’re bringing Ronnie too.”

You nodded. “Of course. I’ll make sure there’s something to drink that isn’t just your weird kombucha experiments.” When his siblings arrived, the house filled with noise and life. Jake, quieter as always, greeted you with a nod and a brief, tight hug. Sam immediately claimed the armchair, while Ronnie barged in like a tornado, dropping bags of chips on the counter. “We come bearing snacks,” she announced. “And stories. Because Sam did something stupid at the last gig.” Sam scowled. “It wasn’t that bad.” Jake smirked. “He tripped over a cable and face-planted in front of the sound guy.” Josh howled with laughter, and you couldn’t help but join in. “Oh no, Sam! Are you okay?” Sam waved it off. “I’m fine. Just my pride took a hit.” Ronnie leaned in. “And the best part? Jake didn’t even react. Just kept playing while Sam was lying on the floor.” Jake shrugged, completely unbothered. “The show must go on.”

As the night wore on, the house felt fuller than it had in months. Jake and Josh started noodling on their guitars, coming up with new melodies while Sam tapped out a rhythm on the coffee table. Ronnie was busy raiding your kitchen, muttering about the lack of decent snacks. Eventually, the conversation turned to what was next for the band. Jake spoke up first. “We’ve been talking about writing some new stuff. More collaborative this time. Josh, you up for it?” Josh nodded, looking thoughtful. “Yeah. I’ve got some lyrics I’ve been messing around with. Thought about leaning into something more soulful—still rock, but deeper. Real.” Sam raised an eyebrow. “You’re gonna go introspective on us?” Josh shrugged. “Maybe. I just... I want it to mean something. You know?” You couldn’t help but smile at his passion. It was one of the things you loved most about him—how he always wanted to push boundaries and make music that resonated.

Later, when his siblings had gone, and the house was quiet again, Josh pulled you onto the couch, his fingers lazily tracing circles on your arm. “Sometimes I wonder if this is too good to be true,” he murmured. You looked up at him. “What do you mean?” He sighed, his eyes drifting to the window. “All of it. The band, you... this life. It’s like I keep waiting for something to go wrong. Like it’s too perfect.” You cupped his face, bringing his gaze back to yours. “Nothing’s perfect, Josh. But that doesn’t mean it’s not real. You’ve worked so hard for this—you deserve every bit of it.”

He kissed you softly, lingering as if memorizing the feel of you. “I guess I’m just scared. Scared of losing what we have.” You pressed your forehead to his. “We’re not going anywhere. You and me—we’re stronger than all the chaos.” He pulled you closer, burying his face in your neck. “Promise me we’ll always find our way back to this.” You smiled, your fingers threading through his curls. “I promise. No matter how crazy life gets, we’ll always find each other.” He sighed contentedly, tightening his hold. “You know, I wrote something the other day. A song. About us.” Your heart skipped a beat. “Can I hear it?” He hesitated, then reached for his notebook on the coffee table. Opening it to a worn page, he cleared his throat.

“It’s just a draft, but... ‘You and I, we’re reckless hearts Dancing through the fire, falling apart But every time I think I’m lost You’re the melody I find The chaos I don’t mind...’”

You felt a tear slip down your cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb, smiling softly. “It’s not done, but... it’s a start.” “It’s beautiful,” you whispered. “Just like you.” He kissed you again, longer this time, like he was pouring every unspoken word into that moment. And as the city lights flickered outside, you knew that no matter where the music took him—or the band—you’d always be right there by his side.

A few months had passed since that cozy night in and life had picked up its usual chaotic pace. The band was deep into the creative process, working on a new album. Josh, Jake, Sam, and Danny were practically living at the studio, caught up in late-night recording sessions and endless takes.

You still had your routine together, though—quick breakfasts at your little dining table, hurried kisses before he rushed off to the studio, and late-night calls when he couldn’t make it home. You’d gotten used to his creative frenzies, how he’d sometimes text you snippets of lyrics at three in the morning or call just to hum a melody he couldn’t get out of his head.

One evening, you came home to find the house dark except for the faint glow coming from the living room. You pushed the door open, balancing takeout in one hand, and saw Josh curled up on the couch, his guitar in his lap, scribbling something in his notebook. He looked up, and his face lit up. “Hey! You’re home.” You smiled and kicked off your shoes. “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be at the studio.” He shrugged, looking a little sheepish. “Needed a break. Plus... I missed you.” You set the food down and walked over to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Rough day?”

Josh sighed, running a hand through his messy curls. “Yeah. Just... a lot of pressure. Everyone’s got their own ideas, and I’m trying to make it all fit. Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck between what everyone wants and what I feel the songs should be.” You knelt in front of him, resting your hands on his knees. “Hey, it’s your voice. Your vision. They’ll follow your lead, Josh. They always do.” He smiled faintly. “You always know what to say.” You kissed him softly, feeling the tension melt from his shoulders. “Come on, let’s eat. You look like you haven’t had a decent meal all day.”

As you set out the food, Josh filled you in on the studio drama—how Sam was experimenting with a more psychedelic bassline that Jake wasn’t convinced about, and how Danny kept changing the tempo mid-take. It was clear that everyone’s creativity was clashing, but you could tell that Josh wasn’t angry—just overwhelmed. 

After dinner, he picked up his guitar again and started softly strumming, his voice low and thoughtful. You sat beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder, just listening. “You know,” he murmured, “I wrote a song today. Kind of just... came out.” You perked up. “Can I hear it?” He hesitated, then nodded. “It’s rough, but... yeah.” He adjusted his guitar and started playing, his voice tender and unguarded. “All the noise and all the fire Chasing dreams till we’re so tired But in the quiet, I see your face And I remember why I’m in this place It’s you... it’s you... My home, my truth... When the world gets loud, I’m found In the way you hold me down...”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, fighting back tears. He strummed the final chord and looked at you, his eyes soft and unsure. “It’s beautiful,” you whispered, reaching for his hand. “You’re beautiful.” Josh smiled, his shoulders relaxing. “I just... I needed to remind myself why I do this. Why all the chaos is worth it.” You brushed a kiss to his knuckles. “You always say the music is in your bones. It’s who you are. You just need to trust yourself. They trust you. You’ve got this.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lap. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You kissed his neck, breathing him in. “Luckily, you’ll never have to find out.” The next few weeks passed in a blur of studio sessions and late-night songwriting marathons. You’d wake up to find Josh strumming in bed, humming a new melody or jotting down lyrics on the backs of napkins. Despite the chaos, there was a sense of purpose in his movements—like he’d found his footing again.

One night, the band came over to your house after a long recording session. Jake looked exhausted but content, Sam was buzzing with excitement, and Danny seemed relieved to finally have a break. They spread out in your living room, cracking open beers and arguing about guitar solos. Jake leaned back, eyes half-closed. “Josh finally figured out the chorus on that track we were stuck on. Sounds... good. Real good.” Josh shot him a look. “It was a group effort.” Sam snorted. “Nah, man. You dragged us out of the creative pit. You should take some credit.” Ronnie, who had shown up with snacks, chimed in. “See? I told you guys. You just needed to stop overthinking it.” Danny stretched his legs out, grinning. “It’s gonna be one hell of an album. I can feel it.” 

Later, when everyone had cleared out and the house was quiet again, you and Josh sat on the fire escape, looking out at the city. He pulled you close, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “I feel good,” he admitted. “Like... I remembered why I started this in the first place. It’s not about getting it perfect. It’s about making something real.”

You leaned into him. “You always do. That’s why people love you. Why I love you.” He kissed the top of your head, his voice soft. “I keep thinking about what happens when the album’s done. When the tour starts up again. It’s always moving—always going somewhere.” You looked up at him. “And I’ll be right there with you. Whether it’s on the road or waiting at home. We’ll figure it out.” Josh looked at you with that unguarded, vulnerable expression—the one he only ever showed when it was just the two of you. “You’re my constant. You know that?” You smiled, squeezing his hand. “And you’re mine.” The night stretched on, the city lights flickering in the distance, and you knew that no matter how crazy things got, no matter where the music took him, you and Josh would always find your way back to this—the quiet, the connection, the feeling of being home in each other’s arms.

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[dannythedog]

thought this would be the best place to ask, since your nonnies can find literally anything.

so, i’ve been trying to re-find a fic i read a while ago. i think it was either jakexreader or joshxreader. the reader and the boys go to coachella (i think?) and the reader gets high for the first time. i sorry i can’t remember much more. i don’t remember the exact title (although my brain swears it’s ‘ride the wave’ or something like that).

if you and your nonnies can help, i’d be very grateful. if you don’t really do that, i completely understand and thank you for your time. 😌

https://ageofsewingmachine.tumblr.com/post/663792761406930944/ride-the-wave

Could it be this one by @ageofsewingmachine