#until dawn josh x reader fluff

[redvelvetstars22]

Stolen Dance

~Josh Washington x reader fluff! 💖~

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“Josh?” you called from upstairs. “Josh, honey, come quick!”

You could hear your boyfriend groan tiredly, clearly not happy about being woken up from his nap. He slowly climbed the staircase up to the second floor, every step on the wooden boards creating a slight creaking noise that echoed throughout the house. Upon reaching your shared bedroom, Josh pushed the door open and looked around for you. After a few minutes of searching, he eventually found you knelt down in the farthest corner of the closet.

“Uh, babe? What are you, uh, doing back there?” He questioned, the corner of his lips lifting into a confused smile.

You didn’t really give him a proper reply. Instead, you smirked and spoke only two words.

“Zombie. Dinosaurs.”

Josh quirked a brow at first, but then realization slowly crept across his face. His eyes went wide and that tiny smile he was wearing quickly got swept off his lips.

“No way,” he muttered, “There’s no way you found it.”

“Oh but I did, my dear Joshua. You’re old laptop, just filled with allll your high school films~,” you cooed, now holding up the computer in both hands and waving it around teasingly. The best way to describe Josh’s reaction to this was pure horror. He immediately tried to snatch the computer from you, but to his dismay you jerked away and hid the device behind your back with a giggle.

“Babe come on!” he whined. “I was in 10th grade when I filmed those! They’re terrible!”

“Whaaat? No way! I just watched half of the first movie and saw a 16 year old Mike playing the president of the United States. That’s peak cinema, Josh.”

“Yeah, he took his role wayyy too seriously…But still! That whole film was so bad,” Josh groaned dramatically. Despite his actions though, he dragged himself over to you and plopped down beside you on the floor. Then before you knew it, you were tugged onto his lap, where he kept you trapped by wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

“Oh? Do you actually want to watch your cringy movies now?” You joked.

“Not really, but Chris played a dinosaur in this one and it was hilarious,” Josh chuckled, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

You and Josh ended up watching the entire movie together. It was, of course, very silly and nonsensical but you two did get some good laughs out of it. The Brainosaurus was definitely the funniest part though. All Josh had done was scribble on a toy dinosaur to make it look “zombie-like” and then zoomed in on it while filming so that it looked way bigger than it was. You had asked if he still had the toy, but he unfortunately didn’t since he gave it to Chris as a sort of souvenir for being in the movie.

Your guys’ banter was quickly cut off however when the credits finished rolling. To both of you’s surprise, there was more footage that had been recorded.

The computer screen showed a younger Josh walking around the school’s cafeteria with a fake microphone in hand. He was playing the role of a news reporter and was speaking to the camera about the “brain-eating dinosaur situation”. After giving his short report on the dinosaurs getting more dangerous, he shouted “cut” while giving a quick clap of his hands. A relieved sigh sounded from behind the camera, which earned an amused laugh from Josh.

“Chris, dude, you’ve only been recording for 10 minutes! There’s no way you’re tired already!” Josh exclaimed.

“I haven’t eaten all day! Can’t we just take a lunch break? Since we’re at lunch??” Chris asked, sounding exasperated. With a short sigh, Josh gave a quick, somewhat defeated nod. The camera was then pointed at the floor for the next few minutes as the two of them went to get their food. Once they found a table to sit at afterwards, the camera was placed on the table and positioned to face them.

The boys rambled to each other about various subjects for a little while. Josh had been yapping about a recent failed test he had gotten back before suddenly pausing mid story to stare at something off camera. Chris raised an eyebrow and followed his friend’s gaze. He then smirked and nudged Josh’s shoulder.

“Ah, staring at Y/N again, huh? Just go ask them out already, bro.”

“W- What?” Josh sputtered. “No way! You remember the last time I tried that…”

“Oh yeahhh! The ketchup incident-!”

“Don’t remind me!!…Ughhh why did I point the bottle at them..??”

Chris let out a loud cackle which caused him to also start choking on his food. Josh slapped his back a few times, stopping only when he was sure Chris was breathing normally again. Instead of being grateful for his best friend’s help though, Chris grinned wickedly and shouted for you.

“Y/N! Josh has something he wants to ask youuu!” Chris called in a sing song voice. Josh jolted upright in his seat and immediately smacked the other’s arm while telling him to “shut up” through gritted teeth. But then he seemingly noticed you walking over and shrunk back down in his seat. A younger you was now in frame as you sat down beside Josh, giving him a curious smile.

“What’s up, Washington?” You asked, tilting your head slightly. Josh cleared his throat and was right about to speak when Chris cut him off again.

“He wanted to ask you to Homecoming,” Chris blurted and his smile grew even wider. Josh simply blinked at first, caught off guard by the interruption. Then his face flushed and he turned around to shoot daggers at Christopher. When he turned back around to face you again, he simply mumbled a quick “yeah, what he said”.

Your eyes practically lit up at his words. With a wide smile, you cupped his face in your hands and squealed ecstatically.

“Yes! Definitely! Absolutely!” You smiled brightly. So brightly, in fact, that it completely distracted Josh for a few minutes. He hastily shook his head to snap out of it and put on his best confident expression.

“Cool, super cool. I’ll pick you up around 7:30, that sound good?”

“Yup!”

“Great, it’s a date then~,” Josh winked flirtatiously. You blew him a kiss in return before getting up from the table to giddily run off camera. The two boys watched you for a few more moments, and then turned to each other with wide grins and loud cheers.

The video then suddenly shut off.

You and Josh sat there staring at the screen in complete silence. Which he almost immediately broke as he leaned closer to your ear.

“Y’know, you looked super hot that night~,” he purred, his warm breath ghosting over your ear. You felt a small shiver go down your spine, your own breath hitching quietly. Upon noticing your reaction, Josh pulled away and shot you his usual relaxed expression, though a hint of mischief twinkled in his eyes.

“Buuuut we never did get to slow dance ‘cause, well, those fries gave you food poisoning.”

That’s it. That memory completely ruined the mood. You almost wanted to throw up right now just remembering how awful you felt that night…

“Ughhh, I thought we weren’t ever going to talk about that again??” you whined.

“Oh no, I will *always* remember what those fries stole from me,” Josh pouted as he crossed his arms. Honestly, you’d never forgive those fries for what happened either. It was completely embarrassing. You threw up in front of Josh like five times that night and honestly, you thought he’d never want to even look at you ever again. But then he actually came over to your house the next day just to check in and see how you were feeling. He ended up staying over the whole day all so that the two of you could play video games until you were feeling somewhat better again. You’re definitely sure that that’s the day you knew you were completely and utterly in love with Joshua Washington.

Now that you think about it, maybe there is a way for you and Josh to have that dance after all.

“Josh,” You spoke up suddenly, “Put on your best suit and meet me downstairs when you’re done, okay?”

Your boyfriend furrowed his brows in confusion and slight suspicion. “Why? What are you planning, babe..?”

You closed the laptop and set it down on the floor beside you as you began to wiggle out of Josh’s grasp. Once you were free you stood up and held out a hand for Josh to take.

“We’ve got speakers and mood lights… It’s perfect for slow dancing, don’t you think?”

Josh’s lips quickly upturned into a warm grin. “You wanna do that now?”

“Is that a problem, Washington?”

“Nah, not to me. I’m just surprised you’re so eager to be swept off your feet.” Josh took your hand in his, allowing you to help him up. His arms then slid around your waist as he stepped closer to press a soft, loving kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll be sure we finally get that slow, romantic dance. And this time, no gross french fries are gonna get in our way…”

[dilfenthusiast-union]

Can you please do Josh and reader watching a movie?

I absolutely can anon! Gonna do a horror movie cuz that’s on theme HAHA. I hope this satisfies your Josh craving 🫶 feel free to request something different if not 🫡

Study Session

Joshua “Josh” Washington x Reader

I ended up referencing an old German film so if anyone can figure out what it is from the very vague description I gave then here’s a sweet treat 🍰

Gonna update the gif when ppl start making gifs of the sexy delicious remake

GIF updated with cutie Josh passed out in front of the fireplace literally the exact vibes IM LIVING

“You got the snacks, princess?” Josh calls out from the living room, as he sets up the projector for your weekly “special movie” night.

As part of Josh’s psychology degree, he had the chance to pick a major, and to him and his parents, it was a no brainer— film.

However, what he didn’t anticipate was the amount of weird, silent movies from the 1920s that he had to analyse in his classes.

“It’s like watching paint dry!” He exclaims, “I get that I have to understand the rules of film before breaking them, but Dad’s been doing this since before I was even an idea!” Josh drags on.

“Josh, babe. You’re starting really to sound like every nepo baby in Hollywood. I love you!…but shut up.” you peck him on the lips before pulling back to smile at him, a kinder way of telling him to shut his trap about his first world problems. He smiles dumb from the small act of affection and touch love, unable to recall what was bothering him in the first place as you dissolve his worries.”

Upon hearing his complaints, you suggest making it into a movie night, as opposed to a traditional study session where you’re both hunched over your laptops and textbooks.

Your idea sends a colony of butterflies into Josh’s stomach— you want to watch a boring movie with him? The fact that you want to spend time doing mundane things, like studying with him, makes him envision a life of pure domesticity. How could he say no to an opportunity to cuddle and be with his partner?

Before you know it, you’re microwaving popcorn and opening packets of lollies to enjoy (and to pass the time).

“Just about done! The popcorn is extremely fresh so enjoy with caution!” You mention as you pinch the bag from the top to avoid burning yourself.

He stands back up from setting up the projector equipment, looking at you with warm eyes. He questions “Are you saying that because you nearly burnt your mouth trying to eat it?”, his tone underscored with amusement.

“Guilty.” The one word expresses your regret for attempting to snack early. You settle the bags of snacks and popcorn on the coffee table, and sink into the pullout couch, ready to be entertained.

“What is this movie about exactly? The cover looks kinda freaky, I won’t lie” you examine the starting screen projected on the wall. Josh appreciates how you’re eager to demonstrate an interest in his studies despite not knowing too much.

“In the most succinct way I can say it without spoiling things…” he trails off, “A vampire tries his hand at real estate, and rats wipe out a town of people!” Your face morphs from interested to deadpan at the lack of proper context, “I guess I just gotta watch and see, hey?”

“Precisely, princess.” Josh affirms as he sits down next to you. His pet names for you never cease to make your core temperature rise with the influx of butterflies. As he wraps an arm around your frame, he presses play on the film.

Josh adds, “Thankfully for us, there’s English subtitles… because this entire movie is in German. So you’re gonna have to focus just as much as me, and resist the urge to go on Instagram.” He kisses your head to avoid any rebuttal from you.

An hour passes by and at this point both you and Josh become extremely comfortable on the couch. Lying down whilst cuddling, you hold eachother accountable by not scrolling in your phones and actually discussing the plot of the film and the main points Josh needs to remember for his analysis. The movie finishes and you’re both still awake.

Josh breaks the comfortable silence, turning to admire your features “Thanks for watching this boring movie with me, babe. You made this way more fun for me.” he pecks your forehead, followed by the tip of your nose. He gazes at your lips longingly, before looking into your half-lidded eyes and receiving a small nod.

He leans into to kiss you passionately, receiving a mutual signal from your eagerness. He can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks and he’s sure you can hear his pulse rapidly increasing the longer you two occupy the same space.

You place your hands on his broad chest, feeling him gently and slowly. Josh wraps his arms around your waist and places you in his lap, and breaks away from the kiss. You catch your breath simultaneously, staring into eachother’s eyes, as if you’re telepathically communicating your love for each-other.

“Josh, there’s no need to thank me. I’ll do just about anything with you. Because, as long as it’s you, nothing can possibly be boring.” you cut into the hot silence.

Josh revels in your statement, his eyebrows raised “Are you saying you liked the movie?” his amusement is discernible at this point. He looks at you like you contain galaxies in your eyes.

You give him a kiss on the lips again before breaking away again and grinning widely “I actually did, and I like spending time with my boyfriend.. let’s study more often!” You suggest lightly.

Josh picks you up to carry you bridal style, walking down the hall to your shared bedroom, “I can think of a different kind of studying we can do. Don’t you have an anatomy exam soon?” he smirks before laying you down on the bed, wedging a knee between your legs and trapping you in his arms.

Maybe this studying will involve an all-nighter for the two of you.

[nearlydawn]

nights like this.

⋆ pairing: josh washington x fem!reader ⋆ genre: fluff ⋆ warnings: no y/n, just slight flirting, mutual pining, before prologue ⋆ wc: about 3.1k ⋆ note: not proofread, expect part two ⋆ requested: no

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tuesday, 7:56 pm.

both you and josh had been planning this night for what felt like weeks—a movie night. to be frank, neither of you are very coordinated when planning hangouts, but when you stepped inside and saw nothing laid out—blankets, snacks, drinks—or even a recorded movie ready—you knew this was going to be a mess, a small frown tugging at the corners of your lips.

sometimes things are better done spur of the moment! josh sheepishly let you in, insisting he forgot, but you knew he didn't—he couldn't have. texts back and forth every day talking about how excited you were proved that—not to mention hannah and beth were trying to tidy things up in the living room, waving at you with smiles on their faces. "i'm sorry—really—i'll get popcorn going," he rushed out, shaking his head softly as he made his way into the kitchen. you could've sworn he was blushing. from embarrassment. obviously. you didn't mind in the long run. you were here, and now the party was really going to get started. "it's alright, josh."

-

you sat criss-cross on the washington’s couch, remote in hand as you scrolled absentmindedly through the channels. josh, on the other hand, was in the kitchen whipping up popcorn. you were supposed to be looking for movies… but nothing seemed to be on tonight. nothing interesting, at least. it bored you to the point you were lost in thought while clicking the down button. their house was one you'd been in many times, and honestly you treated it like your own—albeit a bit better since you wanted to make a good impression. every time you arrived you just felt an immense sense of comfort, like you were wrapped in a warm blanket the second your foot hit the hardwood floor. but i guess that's just the effect the washington's have. on everything, really. whenever you get texts from them you're unable to hide the smile from your face.

the subtle pops and snaps of the kernels filled your ears, as well as the overwhelming smell of butter. it was a nice contrast to the frustration you were feeling... just seeing the same shit as you switched channels—almost to the point where you just wanted to take that dumb, plastic remote and throw it at the screen. deep breaths, you said. just take a deep breath.

click after click, channel after channel, nothing. the only things coming up were reality tv, animal planet—hell, judge judy. honestly, you could've settled for something dumb like 'ridiculousness' or 'the impractical jokers', but you desperately wanted to find a horror movie. you know. that cliché movie scene where the girl clings to the guys arm helplessly as she pretends to be scared—nuzzling her face into his shoulder to 'hide' from the absolute terror on screen. and then the boy consoles her, telling her that there's nothing to be afraid of, but deep down the girl just wanted an excuse to be by him. -

“aye, ya find anything?” he walked up behind you, a dopey grin on his face. his hands rested just behind your head, leaning on the couch. his voice broke you out of your small fantasy... unfortunately. you glanced behind yourself, thumb still auto-pressing like a zombie. “nope. no luck,” you sigh, scrolling so far you reached static.

“mm, well, i'm pretty sure i have dvds lying around somewhere,” he shrugged, patting your shoulder gently as he stepped back.

“now that's more like it.” you smiled with relief, setting the remote down by your side as your hands came to rub your face. "any idea where they are?"

you stood up from the couch, circling it as you followed him back into the kitchen. josh hummed softly, trying to think whilst pouring the popcorn into a medium sized tin bowl.

“they’re either in my room or my sisters, i’d assume,” he concluded, shooting you a knowing look. “we’re all movie people.”

you nodded, walking over to the fridge as you grabbed two bottles of water. “i can go check with hannah and beth,” you smiled.

hannah and beth. they had left the living room in silence the second they were done organizing—no hello or hug like usual. it was a bit strange, but you chose not to question it. i mean, they were only helping him, you know.

your hand lingered on the fridge handle for a moment, closing it quietly as you walked back to the couch. the cold of the water bottles were beginning to burn your hand—a sensation you never enjoyed. quickly, you set them down on coasters on the coffee table, wiping the condensation on your pants.

“so you don’t want to come to my room with me?” he teased, following after you as he brought the popcorn out.

“ew, josh,” a slight scoff escaped your lips, faint blush dusting your cheeks. “i’d much rather talk to your sisters.”

you feigned annoyance, but the smile creeping up on your face clearly said otherwise. it was incredibly hard to hide the fact his little comment made your heart race and all of your blood rush to your face.

silence fell between the two of you—a tension filled silence. your heartbeat echoed in your ears, trying to steady your breathing. his eyes scanned over your face, and suddenly the world seemed to stop. the glow of the tv seemed to illuminate his face perfectly—accentuating all his features. it was like he was luring you in. a sort of magnetic pull that just had you absolutely captivated.

conflicting feelings arose in your mind. it was a known fact that you liked josh—but should you act on them? your heart wanted you to walk forward and close the distance, but your mind was unsure. you were good friends, sure, but it was far-fetched to say he felt the same. he was unobtainable in your book.

“suit yourself,” he grinned, shrugging nonchalantly.

the second time you were broken out of your thoughts.

his voice was smooth—the way he replied igniting a spark within yourself. he turned around almost as soon as he spoke, disappearing into the hallway that led to his room. as his footsteps slowly dissipated, you finally exhaled. honestly, you didn’t even know you were holding your breath.

but, did he always look at you like that?

- the walls of their home were decorated in a plethora of family photos, some of just them individually. there weren't many of josh, but the ones they did have up were cute, mostly him as a little boy with a goofy grin on his face. excited about his first day of kindergarten—catching his first fish—all his milestones. you couldn't help but look at all of them as you wandered around in attempt to find hannah or beth. you envied the washington's a bit—a well off family with a big house that just so happened to own an entire fucking mountain, not to mention the lodge and other buildings on that property. (dare i say nepo-children?). no matter how many times you were in that house, you only seemed to remember where hannah's room was, aside from the living room. your footsteps were quiet as you navigated, walking up the staircase with your left hand on the railing. as you reached the top of the steps, you b-lined it to hannah's room, knocking on her door gently. you could the muffled sounds of laughter, followed by soft steps as the door swung open—beth greeted you with a tight hug. hannah was sitting on the floor in front of a line-up of nail polishes. fun! "hey," she grinned as your name fell from her lips, "long time no see! i thought you and josh were supposed to be watching a movie?" she let her hands fall to your sides, holding your arms as she gently shook your body back and forth. "yeah, we were going to—" you smiled, laughing a bit as she took your hand and brought you into the room, "i came to ask if you guys had any dvds. he said they might be in here." the twins shared knowing glances, and they both nodded as they looked back at you—almost in sync. it was scary. were you first hand experiencing twin telepathy? they had a full-on conversation with their eyes alone. "they're in my room, i'll take you." beth took your hand in hers again, leading you out of hannah's room almost as soon as you arrived. you quickly waved to hannah, mouthing 'bye' as you were practically dragged through the endless hallway. a couple turns away and you were in front of her door. a small, mischievous smile tugged at the corner of her lips, glancing between you and the door as she opened it. "can i tell you something?" it came off as a question, but you knew she was going to say it anyway. beth walked straight to her bedside, picking up a stack of movie cases. you stood in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe with you arms crossed. a bit skeptical, you nodded, "of course." she almost seemed giddy at your reply, walking calmly over to you to hand you the tapes. there was an expression you couldn't quite read on her face. it was like she was excited—but also like she wanted to hide it at the same time. your arms opened to take the dvds, holding them to your chest as you read the titles from the top down, slipping the case to the bottom of the stack once you were done. "i'm pretty sure josh has a thing for you," beth started, tucking her bottom lip in between her teeth. she was trying to shut herself up, but honestly she couldn't keep it in any longer. your eyes flicked between the names of the movies and her face, your brows furrowing. she knew something you didn't. "what do you mean?" curiosity laced your voice but your eyes never met. you avoided her gaze. she leaned on the wall beside you, watching as you were suddenly so focused on reading all of the movie titles. "well, for starters, you are the only girl he's ever invited over to the house," beth nodded, sticking out a hand to count how many things she was listing off. she stuck her thumb out. "the only time he ever sees sam and the others are when we go to the lodge or hang out as a group." you hummed a small 'mhm', wanting her to continue. to say you were intrigued would be an understatement—you wanted to hear more, needed to hear more. just a half hour ago you were trying to convince yourself it was too good to be true, and now you weren't so sure. "and, he keeps asking han and i what kind of things you're into." she stuck out her pointer finger.

resting her head on the wall behind her as she looked up at the ceiling, she continued: "he's been listening to a lot of fleetwood mac ever since we mentioned it to him."

a small laugh managed to escape you as you listened to her, followed by a gentle nudge on her part. "i'm serious, i've never heard someone listen to gold dust woman so much!"

“maybe he’s just being a good friend—y’know, i always try to get into—“ beth placed her pointer finger to your lips, a quick and silly way to silence you.

“can you just trust me on this one?” her voice was desperate but playfull, her hand dropping to her hip.

a beat of silence fell between you two. it wasn’t awkward, just giving you time to think about it all. and then it dawned on you.

he’d been flirting with you the entire time.

stolen glances, the way his hand brushed against your own, little presents here and there—everything began to make sense. and you looked like a fool. blush instantly rushed to your cheeks, shaking your head as your eyes met beth’s.

“and you’ve known this for how long?”

“about 4 months. he begged us to not say anything—i swore on my life.”

another beat of silence.

“does josh know that i—“ you began, cut off by beth once more, this time by her words.

“nope, not to my knowledge. unless han said something, he is also oblivious.” she reassured, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“is it as painful as watching chris and ashley dance around the topic?” you questioned, tilting your head slightly with a bashful smile on your face.

“worse, actually, way worse. you guys are always so close to making a move, and then you chicken out.”

you shook your head once more, then glanced back down at the movies. they were all comedy except for one—‘the shining’. you’ve already seen it, quite a few times actually, but it wouldn’t hurt to play it. you politely handed the other movies back to beth, tucking the horror case underneath your arm.

her palm fell from your shoulder, taking the movies into her hands as she returned them to her bedside, then right back to the spot she was standing at.

“okay, but, that still doesn’t explain why he ‘forgot’,” you put air quotes up, “about our hangout today. is something up?”

“well,” she sighed, glancing to the floor before she met your eyes again. “i honestly don’t know. i think you just make him nervous, he was kind of just sitting around fidgeting all day.”

you nodded, butterflies swirling in your stomach. you made josh nervous? hell, he made you nervous. palms all sweaty any time you got too close—your body naturally heating up—not to mention how you always get red in the face when he stares at you for too long.

“promise you won’t say anything.”

“i won’t.”

-

eventually, you had made your way back to the living room, this time ignoring the family photos and instead trying to figure out if you were going to say something to josh. each step you took matched your heart beat, nice and steady. that was until you spotted josh on the couch, eyes closed.

your heart fluttered a bit just seeing him. despite only being apart for a couple minutes, you couldn’t help but miss him. it was a familiar feeling, unfortunately, it came with the burden of having a crush on him.

as if he felt your presence (undoubtedly heard your steps), his eyes opened as he turned his head to look in your direction—immediately sitting up straight with a small smile.

“there she is,” he stood up, walking over to meet you in the middle, “i’m guessing they had the movies?”

“mhm,” you nod, handing him the case. “you’ve seen ‘the shining’ before, right?”

he shook his head, taking the dvd into his hand, examining it. his eyes glanced between you and the writing on the case. "horror?" he questioned, sauntering over to the tv—you followed after. "would you rather watch 'pretty woman' or 'ferris bueller's day off' again?" you teased, leaving him to put the movie in while you sat on the couch, sneaking a few pieces of popcorn. josh chuckled gingerly, popping the disc from the holder straight into the dvd player. you changed the hdmi until it displayed the previews for other movies, signifying that you were on the right one. he strolled back over to you, sitting on the other side of the couch. comfortable silence fell between you two as he skipped the previews, immediately turning the movie on. he seemed invested—which was good—but you were starting to get bored. it was a great movie, don't get me wrong, but having seen it a few times... it just wasn't something that sparked your interest. compared to the other movies, this was the best bet. "scared?" you turned your head to look at him, a small smirk on your face. "need someone to hold onto?" "yes, definitely," he retorted, a dramatic flare grazing his voice. josh almost immediately moved closer to you, your knees touching as his arm hung on the spine of the couch—behind your body, of course. "what would i do without you?" you rolled your eyes, graciously accepting the newfound warmth that spread through your body. yes, from the proximity, but also because your heart was racing once more. he seemed so eager to be beside you. which is a good thing. - minutes passed and you found yourself watching josh's face more than the movie. he was completely entranced—hyper-focused on the screen in front of him, oblivious to your fond eyes examining his every expression. and over that time, your positions had changed. his arm was now resting around your shoulders, pulling you (basically) as close as possible, with your legs touching, both of you glued to each other. you could feel each time he was startled—his body tensing—then relaxing. eventually you decided to watch the movie, your eyes returning to the bloody horror that was being displayed. your head rested on his chest, and you wrapped your arms around his abdomen—a lazy hug, but also because it was more comfortable this way. you swore you could feel his heart rate pick up. "scared?" he mocked, glancing down at you. you scoffed, shaking your head gently against his body. “if anyone’s scared it’s you,” you retorted, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

josh looked back down at you, this time holding the eye contact. both of your eyes simultaneously flicked between the others eyes and lips—the two of you thinking the same thing.

your lips parted almost instinctively, both of you leaning in—

“am i interrupting something?”

hannah’s voice cut through the tension like a knife—neither of you even heard her coming. you sat up quickly, blush evident on your cheeks.

“not at all,” josh replied, his arm still around hour shoulders—he seemed rather calm—but his body was tense against yours.

you didn’t want to admit it, but it was so excruciatingly obvious she interrupted something. with the way she was grinning, she had to have known it too.

a small smile fell on your lips, looking at her, that same mischievous smile that her sister wore was now on her face.

beth was right. you and josh dance around the topic too much—at this point, you need to come up with your own choreography for it. the fact you two almost kissed—faces so close—yet so far.

how long were you going to have to wait for it to happen again?

thank you all for being so patient while i took my time writing this. pretty sure i experienced writers block lmao? i got kind of lazy halfway through but hope you enjoyed!!! let me know what you think in the comments pretty plzz tried to hurry this shit out like 3 days ago and got bored but now i REALLY had to have it done by today so i could watch arcane s2 LMAOO also i'd like to say that i got my layout inspo from ruewrote, so thank you for having a blog (lol)

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

THE BATH- J. WASHINGTON

pairing: bf!josh x fem! reader

word count: who knows. small drabble

summary: you keep trying to have a bath at the lodge to warm up, but your golden retriever boyfriend josh keeps trying to come in and talk while you relax

warnings: none! nudity and light drinking, but all fluff

not proof read sorry for any mistakes!

not inspired by any song, but i listened to she calls me back by noah kahan while i wrote this, if people like music for vibes<3

got inspired for this drabble by none other then my cat, who keeps pushing the bathroom door open while im in the bath, and then leaves, and then when its shut he meows like crazy. yes josh is like a clingy cat.

it had been a long day, and the clock hadn't even struck ten yet. from hauling suitcases (josh hauling suitcases) and hours of (josh) driving, you had finally found yourself at blackwood mountain.

it was a relief, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for the place, despite the dust and creepy noises from the old pipes. everyone had already arrived by the time josh rushed in to start a fire for you, after he sae you shiver.

he had rushed you up to the doors, wrapping you in his coat and sticking his beanie on your head, making his pretty dark hair all tossled. you smiled at the thought that had happened a few hours prior, the pepper of kisses all over your face as he rushed you inside, wrapping you in fresh blankets- leaving the mothcovered ones for mike and chris.

it was weird in a way, to be here this year.

this was the first time you were here as a couple. before this, it had been years of slight touches and teasing, drunk forehead kisses and praises. but finally- finally you had gotten your wish. and apparently, josh had too.

a little knock sounded at the door, and you poked your eye open towards the door, neck rolling lazily from where it rest on the side of the bath.

"mike if you come in here right now i will chuck this candle at you." you called. the door poked open a creak, and a familiar eye peered over at you. "am i immune to candle throwing?" josh asked, making you giggle.

"you're in the clear." you smirked, water sloshing as you adjusted yourself so your elbows perched on the edge towards him. "hi handsome. whats up?"

"i missed you." he shrugged crouching down to be at your height, a soft smile on his face. "i think its been.. like twenty? twenty mintues maybe?" you teased, making him roll his eyes.

"i also wanted to take advantage of this whole, bathroom thing. you know how many times i wanted to come in before? now i can. boyfriend access only." he smirked, hand coming up to brush your warm cheek, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. his hand lingered and you leaned to kiss his inner wrist, savouring the softness of his skin.

"i think you're just a pervert. and clingy."

josh rolled his eyes. "god forbid men have hobbies. can i not be both?"

you laughed, kissing him again.

"i just wanted to come in to see if you needed anything. and cause i missed you, and chris is drunk and trying to get me to play president with him and matt."

he nearly became asshole in that game everytime. he was terrible at cards.

"what, you dont wanna be asshole again?"

"something like that. i like your ass though."

your eyebrow raised. "don't we all." you teased. "but hey, if you're offerring me something... maybe.. a glass of wine?"

he stood quickly, giving you a firm salute. he drank with you enough times to know exactly what kind you wanted without needing to ask. "godspeed pilgrim!" he ran out of the room, leaving the door wide open as he left.

"HEY! DOOR?! CLOSED PLEASE? IM NAKED!" you yelled out.

"OOOH NAKED?" you heard sam call out from the main room, making you roll your eyes. now you had them all riled up.

two seconds later, josh reappeared, glass of white in hand, water in the other. "thank you honey, but maybe next time shut the door? i almost had an audience." you cringed, taking the chilled wine glass from his hands. you took a sip, the sweet, dry liquid coating your throat.

"i get front row next time." he shrugged, planting a kiss on the top of your head before he snagged your towel.

"kay i'll leave you be baby. but im taking this so you have to come find me naked to dry off." he smirked, dangling the fabric in your direction before slipping out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

before you had time to protest, he was gone. you closed your eyes, sighing as you took another sip. he was such a tease. but thats what you loved about him. he never failed to make you laugh, he was so quick and witty.

it also meant he liked to get on your nerves, lovingly.

no longer then five minutes later, a knock was on your door. "yes?"

"its me again." josh murmered from behind the oak. you smiled, laughing softly.

"come in joshy." he sheeplishly smiled, sliding his large body through the doorway, firmly shutting it behind him. a deck of cards was in his hands as he approached you, sitting down on the tile floor next to the tub.

"can you play president with me?" he asked, starting to take the cards out of the paper box.

"baby, you can't play with two people."

he frowned. "well, can you teach me how to do this again? so i can kick everyones ass?"

you smiled. "of course baby. my sore, sore loser."

[ruewrote]

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PAIRING: josh washington x fem!reader WARNINGS: no use of y/n GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: wait on me by rixton WORD COUNT: 1.8k REQUESTED: yes PHOTO CREDIT: antihuntress

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the night was still young, laughter danced through the lodge, mingling with the crackle of the fire and the gentle hum of conversation.

everyone was gathered in the cozy living room, some lounging on the couches, others milling around. everyone had more or less run out of things to do, the winter cold outside forcing them indoors.

jess sat up with a grin that stretched across her face.

“you know what we should do?” she announced, drawing everyone’s attention. “spin the bottle!”

her suggestion was met with a chorus of mixed reactions. some groans, some chuckles, but eventually, everyone nodded in agreement. after all, it was either this or face the awkwardness of an uneventful night. it didn’t take long before everyone got into position, sitting in a circle on the floor around an empty bottle.

ashley was the first to spin. it slowed down, until it finally stopped with a dramatic thud. pointing directly at chris. the group erupted into laughter, the guys whooping as ashley’s cheeks turned a shade of red that almost matched the warmth of the fire. 

chris, for his part, looked equally flustered, but he leaned in with a grin. the two shared a quick, somewhat awkward kiss, but the cheers and playful teasing from the group drowned out any embarrassment.

“okay, okay, let’s keep this going!” 

sam was next. she spun the bottle, the glass spinning faster than it should have. it wobbled slightly before it slowed down and landed on emily. the room burst into cheers and whistles as the two girls shared a kiss, a short and sweet one. the guys were loud in their encouragement, while the girls rolled their eyes, trying not to let their smiles slip through. 

they sat back down, teasing one another about it, but there was a noticeable shift in the air, a lightness that only grew as the game continued.

now it was your turn. the bottle sat in front of you, the room seemingly holding a collective breath as you reached out to spin it. your heart now beating faster, your hand brushed the glass, giving it a swift spin. 

as it spun around the circle, the anticipation built. the seconds felt like hours as you waited, your eyes locked on the bottle as it slowed. finally, it came to a stop, pointing directly at josh.

the room erupted into a flurry of excited murmurs, teasing comments, and laughter. you could feel your cheeks flush as the eyes of the group turned to look at the two of you. josh just grinned from ear to ear.

“well, well, well, look who it landed on,” he teased, sitting up, raising an eyebrow. “guess you’d better come over here.”

you swallow harshly. everyone knew about your crush on josh. well, except for josh, that is. it had been a long-standing kind of mutual attraction that neither of you had dared acknowledge until now. you swallowed nervously, but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your own lips.

with a deep breath, you crawled toward him, the motion feeling almost surreal as you closed the space between the two of you. the group was still watching intently, the tension in the air palpable. as you reached him, josh’s grin widened. he leaned back slightly, clearly enjoying the attention as he looked down at you.

“so, what are you going to do now?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, though there was a hint of something softer.

you rolled your eyes, trying to mask the flutter in your chest, but your voice came out just as playfully as you replied, “you’re enjoying this way too much.”

josh smirked, leaning in closer. “oh, you have no idea,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.

without thinking, without hesitating, you closed the distance between you and kissed him. it wasn’t a long kiss, but it was enough to send a rush of heat through your veins. josh’s lips were soft, his kiss gentle yet confident, like he’d been waiting for something like this just as much as you had.

the teasing, the laughter, the game. all of it melted away. it was just the two of you.

when you pulled back, you could feel your heart racing, your breath catching in your throat. the room had fallen into a stunned silence for a split second, and then, as if on cue, everyone burst into loud applause and whistles, their laughter filling the room.

you couldn’t help the shy smile that crept onto your face as you quickly crawled back to your spot, heart still pounding in your chest. josh watched you the whole time, his smile had softened at the edges, but the warmth in his expression hadn’t faded.

"if that’s you holding back, i’d love to see you go all in." josh said, his voice quieter this time, the playful tone now replaced with something a little more... serious.

you raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at your lips. "careful what you wish for, josh," you teased, "i might just take you up on that." it was hard to ignore the way his eyes lingered on you, or how your own seemed to be drawn to him, even now.

as the game continued, you couldn’t stop glancing at him, and you noticed he was doing the same. for once, you didn’t mind being caught staring. it was like you both knew what was happening, but neither of you had the courage to say it out loud. not yet.

the night had started to wind down.the game ended an hour ago, and everyone went off to do their own thing. the quiet of the house settled in, and there you were, sprawled on the couch with josh. 

you were both half-watching tv, but mostly cracking jokes about how ridiculous the game had been earlier. you laughed, nudging him with your foot. he grinned and grabbed your legs, pulling them into his lap. as he started massaging your foot, you smirked and teased, “you’re such a dork, you know that?”

he grinned, not missing a beat. “says the person who faked a sprained wrist to get out of a thumb war that one time.”

you burst out laughing, tossing a throw pillow at him. “hey, i was being strategic.”

“strategic, my ass,” josh shot back, grabbing the pillow and tossing it back at you. “you’re just a sore loser.”

he smiled softly, his fingers going back to gently kneading the arch of your foot. neither of you said much, the room filled only with the quiet hum of the tv. it wasn’t about words. just the comfort of being close, soaking up the calm of each other’s presence.

you found yourself watching josh as he focused on his hands, his fingers gently working over your foot. the way his lips curved into a faint smile, the quiet care in his touch. it wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before, but in this moment, it felt different. it felt like something just for the two of you.

finally, you broke the silence, your voice quieter than usual. “you know,” you began, sounding almost hesitant, “i used to have a crush on you.”

josh glanced at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “used to, huh? so, what happened?”

you shrugged, trying to play it cool, but your chest felt lighter, your pulse picking up just enough for you to notice.

“i don’t know. i guess i never really saw the point in mentioning it. i felt kind of stupid, like what was the point of saying anything if you didn’t feel the same.”

josh’s grin softened, but his eyes were still locked on yours. “i don’t think it was stupid,” he said, his tone light but sincere. “i mean, i always thought you were pretty great.”

you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips. “oh, yeah? so, you did notice, huh?”

“of course i did,” he said, his voice playful. “how could i not notice you?”

you shifted on the couch, a soft warmth spreading through your chest. the conversation was still casual, but something felt different now, like a quiet shift in the air. something you’d kept tucked away, only just starting to surface.

"yeah, well," you replied, looking away for a moment, "i don't know. it was just one of those things. didn't want to make it weird, you know?"

josh shifted closer, his eyes not leaving yours. “i get it. but, honestly, i kind of wish i had known. because i, uh, had a crush on you too.”

you blinked, surprised. “wait, seriously?”

he shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "yeah, it was you, after all.”

surprise and excitement flooded you. "i had no idea, why didn’t you say anything?" you said softly, barely able to find your voice.

josh shrugged, looking down for a moment before meeting your eyes again. “i don’t know. i just didn’t think you’d feel the same way. i was kind of an idiot about it.”

that same silence hung between you two again, pressing down in a way that was hard to ignore.

“well,” you said softly, a smile creeping up on your face, “i don’t know about you, but i’m still kind of into you.”

josh laughed softly, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you. “well, that’s a relief,” he said, his grin turning a little lopsided. “because, uh, i’m still very much into you. like, borderline embarrassing levels of into you. think about writing your name in doodles sort of level.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, your cheeks heating up. “oh, so you’re the type to write my name in little hearts? good to know.”

“absolutely,” he shot back, a teasing glint in his eye. “but only in the fanciest fonts. you deserve nothing less.”

you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable. “wow, a man of high standards. i’m honoured.”

“you should be,” he said, leaning in just enough for his voice to drop to a playful murmur. “but seriously, i thought i’d blown my shot. turns out, i’m an idiot and lucky. quite the combo.”

“lucky is right,” you quipped, trying to keep your voice steady even as your heart felt like it might melt. “so what now, mr. embarrassingly into me?”

josh grinned, leaning even closer. “now? now i make it very clear i’m not blowing my shot this time.” and with that, he pulled you into the kind of hug that made the world outside feel miles away.

his smile widened as he closed the last bit of space between you. “absolutely nothing.” and then he kissed you, soft and sweet at first, until you both started smiling into it, laughing gently against each other’s lips.

the kind of kiss that felt like coming home.

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[vienssunshine]

Obviously It's Cold in the Wintertime

pairing: Josh Washington x gn reader sfw word count: 2.3k alternate universe: no Josh prank author’s comment: Until Dawn is the ideal choice for one of my favorite tropes: needing to be close for warmth/body heat.

The lodge is freezing.

You hold the quilt tight to your shivering body, trying to pull it closer than it already is, but the winter air is uncaring. It slips under your quilt and settles over you like an additional blanket, not one of comfort, but ice.

The only clothes you packed to face the harsh winter up on the mountain were ones you’d wear outside, like your puffer jacket or beanie. You didn’t think you’d need to prepare for the weather inside as well, and your choice of sleepwear—athletic shorts and a baggy t-shirt—reflects that.

You wish Josh had reminded you that despite his family’s profuse wealth, their lodge has no central heating. But, you can’t blame him for your mistake, and he's had a lot going on anyway. Regardless, you’ll still have to bother him about your situation because, despite your best efforts, it's impossible to fall asleep like this.  

Sitting up in your bed, you pull the quilt off your legs, removing the little warmth it provided. There’s a relief, though fleeting, from the pervasive cold when a tingle of excitement shoots down your spine from knowing you’re about to go see Josh, alone, and at night.  

Your hand reaches out into the dark to search the top of the nightstand for your phone, finding and turning it on after a few seconds of fumbling around. You click on the phone's flashlight—there’s no electricity in this place, either—and use it to find your slippers and the guest room door. 

The glow from your phone does little to demystify the dark, empty void staring back at you when you pull the door open. It’s an intimidating task, to navigate the endless twists, turns, and, according to Josh, secret passages of the lodge. Thankfully, the dusty glass of the windows allows the deep blue of the night sky to seep into the cabin and illuminate the general silhouette of things like the main staircase and the circular chandelier hanging above you. 

You make your way through the living room, using your phone to avoid obstacles like couches and tables, and head up the tall staircase. Your footsteps echo through the open air as you climb, but aren’t loud enough to wake anybody up. 

Keeping close to the handrail lining the hallway, you walk down to the last door, Josh’s door, and place a few soft knocks on it.

You hear his voice through the wood. “Yeah?” 

He's awake, perfect. You creak the door open and slip into the room. “Hey, it’s me.” 

“Oh, what a nice surprise,” Josh says, grinning. You return the smile.

You turn off your phone flashlight and walk into his room, having to squint to see where you’re going in the dim light. Josh is sitting on his bed, his back relaxed on a large pillow pressed against the headboard. He’s in pajamas too, a black sweatshirt and flannel pants. The only source of light in the room is a movie projected onto the wall by an old-timey camera set up by his side of the bed. He flicks a button on the top of the camera, pausing the movie, and turns to you. 

“So, what can I do for you?” he asks. 

“Hmm?”

Josh tilts his head, “There must be some reason you’re in my room at,” he glances at his phone, “two in the morning.” 

“Oh, right. I came to see if you had any extra blankets or something? It’s, uh, really cold in my room.”

A mischievous smile. “Y’know, I bet I could help warm you up. No blankets necessary.” 

“I’m serious, Josh,” you respond, rolling your eyes. Though you don’t betray it, his comment, cliché as it may be, sends a tingle similar to earlier up your back. 

“Okay, okay,” he surrenders, throwing his hands up, “I’ll be serious.” 

“Thank you,” you respond. It’s not that you would mind if he kept flirting with you, it’s just that you need to warm up, you're barely able to feel your fingers.

Josh runs his eyes over you. “Well, no matter what I do, you’re still gonna be cold in that,” he says, giving your PJs a disapproving look. 

You shift your weight under his gaze. “Yeah, well, I forgot there’s no heat up here,” you say.

“Rookie mistake,” Josh laughs, standing up from his bed and walking around it to reach the dresser made of dark wood on the other side. He pulls the middle drawer open by its antique handles and takes one of his sweatshirts out, bringing it over to you. “This should help.”

As he hands it to you, your fingers brush his. “Wow, you do feel cold,” he remarks. 

“What, did you think I was lying?” you tease, giving him a light push. “Thanks for the sweatshirt.” 

“Yeah, of course,” he says, watching you pull it over your head.

The extra layer was a good call, you aren’t shaking anymore. You note another benefit of the sweatshirt: it smells just like him.

“That���s so much better,” you say, and a pleased smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “And the extra blankets? Are there any?” you ask. 

He rubs his neck, “Right, about that…”

“Oh, are there none in the lodge?” you say, holding the edges of the hoodie to your face, trying to warm your ears. 

“Well, no…see…” Josh says, “I already gave the extra blankets to Mike.”

You frown. Mike. Your friend group isn’t full of angels, but you have a particular dislike for Mr. Class President.

With a huff, you say, “I don’t see why you did that, I’m sure he and Jess can keep plenty warm together.”

“Mike said he needed all the blankets to make his room a cozy, romantic love den. His words, not mine. My hands were tied, I had to help a bro out.”

Your brows furrow, still baffled by how Mike managed to convince Josh to give him every single blanket there was to spare. That conniving, silver-tongued little-

“But hey,” Josh says, “You can just take some of mine.” He steps back and gestures to the bed with his hand. 

“I’m not taking your blankets, Josh,” you answer, despite how persuasive the chilled air is being.

“C’mon, you’re freezing,” he insists, picking your hand up from your side, “Your fingers are as cold as ice.” 

Unlike yours, his hand is warm. You press your lips together, your heart in your throat from a simple touch that feels nicer than it should.

“I’ll be fine,” you lie, pulling your hand away. “Really. I don’t want to take your blankets from you.” 

He looks at the bed, then you, the bed, and then back at you. “Okay, we can share instead,” he says with a shrug, as if his suggestion were no big deal.

Your eyes widen. “Um…are you serious?” you ask. 

“Didn’t I promise I was going to be serious from now on?” he says. When you don’t move, he continues, “Really, I don’t mind. I’d actually love to have someone to watch this movie with.” He smirks before finishing with, “If it’s not too scary for you.”

You scoff, self-consciousness forgotten. “I’m not scared of some movie.” 

“I don’t believe you,” he teases, sitting down on the bed and moving over to make space.

“Really,” you insist, “I’m not.” 

“Then come join me,” he says, patting the spot next to him.

Your eyes run over the soft bedding with the same caution you’d have for a battlefield. Then, a step forward takes you to the edge of the bed, and you lower yourself down onto the mattress. Josh waits until you kick off your slippers and slide under his comforter before unpausing the movie, a small, victorious smile on his lips. You’d usually be more annoyed, hating to lose, but gratitude takes over as the gentle warmth of the blankets begins to ease the edge of the cold off you.

Josh’s bed is huge, so you’re able to sit a reasonable distance away from him. You doubt a similar thought crosses his mind because, unlike you, he doesn’t seem to think sharing a bed is anything to be worked up about: he’s spread out on his side of the mattress, back against the pillows, hands behind his head.

You steal glances at him, noticing how his broad chest rises and falls with his gentle breaths. He looks so comfortable; it makes you want to close the distance, to have your body pressed to his side and your head resting on his warm chest. Sudden heat singes your ears and you look away from him. As far as you know, this is platonic, just a friend helping a friend keep warm. 

A gargled roar emits from the speaker. Though the volume is down, it’s still enough to draw your eyes to the blob monster displayed on the flickering projection. It’s closing in, bubbling and gurgling towards a damsel whose dress is caught on a tree branch. Even with all that action, the movie does little to distract you from the fact that the guy you have a thing for is tucked under the same sheets as you, only an arm’s reach away. 

“I’m surprised you’re up this late,” you comment, launching yourself out of your thoughts. “And watching a movie that’s not scary at all.”

“Just wait, the worst part hasn’t even happened yet,” he says, leaning over to give you a playful nudge. His eyes remain fixed on the flickering screen as he finishes responding. “And yeah, I couldn’t really fall asleep, so I put something on.” 

“Too cold for you, too?” you ask.

“Nah, temperature’s fine. It’s just, y’know, being up here again…”

Of course. You should have known. 

You look down to your hands in your lap. “It’s probably a lot. I’m sorry, Josh. Really.” 

“I appreciate it,” he says, letting out a deep breath as if he’s trying to exhale the weight on his chest. “I’m glad you’re all with me, it’s easier dealing with what happened.”

“We’re here for you.” You move a hand from your lap to his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “I’m here for you. Anything, Josh.” 

“Thank you,” he says, his hand covering yours. “It means a lot to me that you’re saying that. I hope you know I’d do the same for you.” You nod, his kind words making your heart melt like candle wax. “Speaking of, are you feeling any warmer? Your hand, it still feels-” 

You drop your hand back down to the blanket, noticing that, though you haven’t shivered since you put on the sweatshirt, your fingertips still feel dull, unable to fully sense the softness of the cloth. “It’s a little better, but I’m still pretty cold,” you admit.

“Well, I can’t have you freezing to death,” he tells you. 

“That might ruin the trip,” you say with a small laugh.

“You’re right. I would get in so much trouble.” 

“Well, I wouldn’t want you getting in trouble because of me.” You tilt your head, a bashful smile spreading across your face. 

He takes a second to drink in everything the faint light of the movie reveals of your expression. “Good thing I have a solution to our problem.”

“Yeah?”

His response is one that diverges from his typical flirty comments as it comes out softer, a little hesitant, even. “You could come closer.”

You eye him, waiting for him to reveal his bluff. But his gaze remains steady, so you repeat his words back to him slowly as if you were trying to figure out which part he isn’t sincere about. “You want me to come closer?”

He chuckles. “Somebody’s nervous.” Josh lets his arms spread atop the row of pillows behind him, opening himself up to you. “C’mon, I don’t bite,” he grins, “hard.” 

“Alright, pack it up, cornball,” you say, lifting up the comforter and scooting closer to him, stopping just an inch or two before your thigh touches his.

“You know you love it,” he says.

“Shut it, I’m trying to watch the movie,” you shoot back, reclining until your back meets his arm and the pillows it lies atop of. The hard muscle of his bicep contrasts with the plushness of the pillows, but it doesn’t make you any less comfortable, in fact, you like this position more than how you were earlier.

Being close to him, nearly in his arms, feels better than you expected. The warmth of his body and the steadiness of his breath conjure up a calm haze that settles over you like a spell. You work hard to stay focused and upright, wanting to finish the movie and talk to him some more. But you're exhausted, so as he's explaining the foreshadowing from the first act of the movie, you end up leaning into him, your head falling onto his shoulder and your hand onto his chest. He doesn’t say anything, but his arm shifts behind your back, and then his hand is on your head, petting your hair. Your eyes flutter shut, everything around you fading out aside from the soothing feeling of his touch. 

“Sleepy?” he whispers down to you.

“Mhmm,” you mumble back. 

“Do you want to sleep in here tonight? It’s much warmer.”

“Can I?” you ask, nuzzling your cheek into his shoulder. He’s just so comfortable, it would be so terrible if you couldn’t stay. 

“Of course you can,” he responds. You can hear the smile in his voice and it sends a small wave of warmth through your body.

You move your head so it rests on his chest, your fingers sprawled out just a bit lower, mindlessly playing with the strings of his hoodie. Staying awake is getting harder and harder as the gentle strokes on your head coax you to sleep, and eventually, you give in.

When you wake up in the morning, you’re still curled up next to Josh, and he is still asleep. He has been going through a lot this past year, but as the light of dawn trickles through the window and onto his face, he looks the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him.

[kassiekole22]

Wendigo!Josh purring when you pet him. Is. 100%. CANON!!!

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔙𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱

Mike munroe x male reader

A request that I received from a really nice person here on tumblr: a small idea I liked for a fic if you like the idea as well. Nothing too big, just a fic about Reader and Chris being brothers and constantly nagging each other about their crushes on Ashley and Mike.

I expanded the request a bit, sorry if I went overboard with it. Hope you enjoyed it.

Tags: set before the event of the game. Male reader. He/him pronouns are used towards the reader. Chris and the reader are brothers. Some very quick shifts of pov between characters. Jealousy. Mike and Jess/ Emily are not together in this. Friends to lovers. Mike is a flirt.

ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

Words count: 4000

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For anyone interested, I took inspiration from this clue that you can find while playing as Chris.

The music thumps in the background, a mix of bass-heavy beats and voices blending into a dull roar. You and Chris sit at a small, round table near the back, well out of the action but with a good view of everyone mingling.

"So," Chris says, taking a long, dramatic sip. "You actually spent the whole night staring at Mike. Dude, seriously, you're lucky your eyes didn't burn a hole in the back of his head."

You scoff, leaning back in your chair with a mock sigh. "Like you're any better. When are you actually gonna talk to Ashley? She's cool, she's cute, she's well, out of your league but hey, a guy can dream.”

"Hey, I do talk to her," Chris retorts, feigning offense.

"Uh-huh," you say, raising an eyebrow. "It’s a lot if you can manage to squeak out a sentence before turning red.”

Chris chuckles, crossing his arms. "Fine. Why don't you go up to Mike and tell him what you think? 'Hey, by the way, I've been thinking about how perfect your jawline is all night!’ I'm sure that'll go over great." He did a horrible interpretation of your voice to mock you even further.

You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks flush just a bit. "First of all, I would never phrase it like that. And second, at least I actually know things about him beyond his favorite book."

"Oh, really? Let's see who knows more about their crush. No cheating. No wimping out. Winner gets bragging rights." Chris leans forward, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Bragging rights? How about you admit I'm objectively hotter than you when I win?" you echoed, folding your arms.

"Sure. Whatever fantasy helps you sleep at night," Chris said, grinning as he dramatically cracked his knuckles. “I'll go first since I know you're just dying to hear all the juicy Ashley knowledge."

You chuckle. "Go with your in-depth research, Sherlock."

Chris clears his throat, sitting up straighter. "Fine. For starters, her favorite color is purple."

You make a face, unimpressed. "That's it? You think knowing her favorite color makes you the expert here?"

"Let me finish, smartass. She loves thriller movies. She also has this little habit of chewing on her nails when she's nervous."

You raise an eyebrow, genuinely impressed but unwilling to give him the satisfaction. "Okay, okay, not bad. But that's kid stuff. Let me show you how it's done."

Chris rolls his eyes, clearly not expecting much. "Alright, hotshot. Give me your best Mike trivia."

You sit forward, lowering your voice like you're letting him in on a secret. You have always been good at noticing things. Maybe it was a result of growing up with Chris and when it came to Mike Munroe, your crush, the small things were more than just interesting, they were revealing.

For one, every morning, without fail, he was up before the sun. He’d go for a quick run to stay in shape. You’d always catch glimpses of him at college heading back to his room in a tank top, earbuds in, eyes focused ahead and glimpses of sweat on his forehead.

He had this tough, confident exterior. He wasn’t loud like some of the others in the group. He had a way of using humor to deflect, to keep people from getting too close. You saw it when he’d brush off any talk about specific topics.

And then there were his tastes.

He likes his coffee black. Pretends it's macho. He had a surprising amount of nostalgia in his preferences. You couldn’t forget the time you’ve talked together casually on the lodge, his face lighting up as he talked about his love for old action movies.

Chris raises an eyebrow. "Alright. Maybe you’re better equipped than me. But, let's be real, you wouldn't even know where to start."

"Better than starting with nothing," you counter. "Besides, I could charm him if I wanted to."

Chris raises an eyebrow. "What would you even say?"

You grin, leaning in like you're revealing a grand plan. "I'd just walk up and ask him about his football season. Mention that time he scored the winning touchdown. You instead are hopeless"

Chris nods, pretending to take you seriously. "Oh, sure, because that'll definitely make him swoon. Hopeless? Me?" Chris laughs, leaning back with a smirk. "At least I don't have to worry about being mistaken for a stalker."

You both burst into laughter. For all the banter, you know neither of you would really judge the other for these harmless crushes. It's what makes the night so much fun.

From across the room, you caught sight of Ashley standing awkwardly near a table stacked with half-empty snack bowls and crumpled napkins. She shifted from foot to foot, clearly trying to blend into the background.

"Hey, Romeo. This is your chance," you said, leaning closer and nudging Chris with your elbow.

Chris snapped out of his trance, his head swiveling toward Ashley. His brows furrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth tugging upward in amusement before settling back into a more thoughtful expression.

Chris groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "What am I supposed to do? Walk up and make everything even more embarrassing?"

"News flash: she knows you're a loser," but she clearly likes you anyway. Stop overthinking it. Just go talk to her. Be romantic for once. She loves that whole 'awkward and sincere' thing you've got going on."

"First of all," Chris said, pointing a finger at you, "I'm not awkward. I'm, uh, charmingly self-aware. Second, what if I say something dumb? Or worse, nothing at all? I can't just walk up to her and-"

"You're a coward," you interrupted, shaking your head in mock disappointment.

"Yep," he said, popping the "p" and lifting his cup in mock toast.

You were scanning the room until your gaze landed on Mike Munroe.

He was leaning casually against the wall, drink in hand, chatting with a girl you vaguely recognized from English class. His tuxedo fit him perfectly, tailored in all the right places, the dark fabric catching the light just enough to highlight his athletic build. The black foulard tied loosely around his neck was an elegant touch, a little different from the usual bow ties and neckties most guys wore. His hair was perfectly tousled, like he hadn't even tried but still managed to look effortlessly handsome.

You felt your chest tighten. For a moment, your imagination betrayed you, painting a picture of Mike turning toward you, smiling like he did when he told one of his dumb jokes when he got elected class president. You could almost hear his laugh, warm and inviting, as if it were just for you. But reality snapped back into focus when the girl he was talking to leaned closer.

"Mike would never look twice at me like that." You mumble more to yourself without thinking, unable to keep the disappointment from your voice.

Chris, placed a hand on your shoulder. His touch was light but reassuring. "Don't do that to yourself. You're a catch. If Mike doesn't see that, he's an idiot."

You looked up at him, grateful but unconvinced. Chris stood up, brushing imaginary lint off his jacket. "I'm getting us drinks. Let's make it through the rest of this night together, yeah?"

You nodded, watching as he made his way to the bar. You glance around, your gaze landing once more on Ashley and an idea strikes you. Chris is now far away from your position. It’s your chance to do something.

You stride over to her, flashing a friendly smile, keeping your movements casual so you wouldn't startle her. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed you, but she relaxed as you softly took her arm.

"Hey," you said, grinning playfully as you gently guided her away from the corner.

Ashley laughed, the sound light and genuine. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement but no resistance as you led her toward your table.

"Come on, you can't let Chris and I have all the fun sitting in the corner judging everyone." you replied, glancing over your shoulder with a mock-serious expression.

"That's what you two have been doing all night? Very productive." She scanned the place as you reached the table and she managed to spot Chris at the bar, meticulously mixing something with an unusual level of focus. But then her gaze shifted, catching Mike watching the two of you.

Jaw set, lips pressed into a firm line, eyes tracked the way you gently tugged Ashley along. His gaze lingered on your hand before flicking back up to your face. Lips pressed together in a faint, almost imperceptible scowl, as though something about the sight of the two of you together unsettled him. There was a slight tension in his posture, the way his shoulders seemed just a bit too stiff for someone casually enjoying a party.

Chris returned with two drinks in hand. "Okay, I've done it," he announced dramatically. "The ultimate drink. If you don't like it, I'm never speaking to you ag-" He cut himself off mid-sentence when he saw Ashley sitting at the table, smiling up at him.

"I... uh..." Chris stammered, turning an impressive shade of pink.

"You made this for me?” Ashley asked sweetly, taking the drink from his hand before he could respond. “Thank you, Mr. Bartender."

Chris blinks and he lets out a nervous laugh, giving you a quick glare as he hands the drink to Ashley.

She giggles, taking a sip and you watch as Chris visibly relaxes. They share a smile and there's a warm, unspoken understanding between them, a quiet moment that you can't help but feel a bit envious of.

The music shifts, slowing into a softer, more romantic melody. Couples move onto the dance floor, swaying together in a slow embrace. Ashley’s eyes light up as she turns to Chris, her cheeks flushed with a faint rosy tint from the slight inebriation she feels. "Come on, Chris," she says, tugging at his hand. "Want to go there for a bit?"

Chris's eyes dart to you, searching your face for reassurance, his expression almost apologetic. He's asking, without words, if you'll be okay.

You manage a smile, giving him a nod.

Chris lets out a laugh, his tension melting away as he lets Ashley pull him onto the dance floor. They disappear into the crowd, leaving you alone at the table. You watch them go, feeling a bittersweet pang in your chest as you take in the sight of them together, laughing and smiling, fitting together so effortlessly. Chris fumbling his way through the first few steps before finding his rhythm.

They looked so happy.

And you were here instead, alone at the table, your thoughts inevitably drifting back to Mike.

Chris feels his heart race as he stands on the dance floor, his hands resting lightly on Ashley's waist, her arms draped over his shoulders as they sway to the gentle rhythm of the music. Her gaze meets his every so often, a smile warm and genuine, making him feel like the only person in the room.

"I didn't know you had these moves." she teases, her eyes twinkling.

Chris chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh, trust me, I don't. I'm just doing my best not to crush your toes."

Ashley laughs, her grip tightening on his shoulders as she rolls her eyes. "You're doing just fine. I don't mind if you, you know, relax a little."

"Relax? Yeah, I can... I can do that," he says, voice faltering as he tries to ease into the rhythm, matching her movements as the song continues.

His focus wavers after a while, gaze drifting over her shoulder as he catches sight of his brother sitting across the room at one of the tables with Matt nearby.

There's something off about the way you're holding yourself. You're smiling, sure, even laughing at something Matt is saying, but Chris can tell that the smile doesn't quite reach your eyes. It's the kind of forced expression he's seen on you before, usually when you're trying to act like everything's fine when it really isn't.

Matt, on the other hand, seems entirely oblivious, leaning in a bit too close, his face lit up with that typical over-eager grin. He's almost leaning into your personal space as he chats away, looking way too thrilled to have your undivided attention, his eyes never leaving yours. The proximity feels a bit too familiar, too comfortable, with his arm casually resting on the back of your chair.

Chris feels a pang of protectiveness twist in his gut. He glances around the room, half-expecting Emily to appear and pull Matt back to the dance floor, but there's no sign of her. Instead, he spots her on the far side of the room, tipsy and laughing as she spins around with some stranger she's apparently mistaken for Matt. She's caught up in the music, oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend is practically glued to your side.

Ashley notices his distraction, her gaze softening as she studies him. "Chris?" she asks, her voice gentle, bringing him back to the moment. "Is everything okay?"

He blinks, snapping his attention back to her, guilt creeping in as he realizes he's been distracted. "Yeah, yeah, sorry," he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Just... got a lot on my mind."

Ashley smiles, tilting her head as she searches his face. "You sure? You can tell me, you know."

Chris hesitates, glancing around the room one more time. His gaze lands on Mike, who's slow-dancing with the girl in glittering dress. She's leaning against him, her head resting on his chest, but Mike's attention isn't on her.

His eyes are locked in your direction, his brow furrowed and his jaw set in a subtle scowl that's hard to miss. There's a tension in his gaze as he watches you and Matt together. There's a faint scowl tugging at his mouth, a subtle clenching of his jaw that makes it look like he's holding back the urge to step in but doesn't quite know how to act on it. His brows are drawn together and his eyes flick between you and Matt with a guarded intensity.

Chris frowns, glancing back at you. It's clear now that something is brewing beneath the surface, something he doesn't fully understand but can sense all the same. He looks down at Ashley, his expression softening as he makes up his mind.

"Hey, Ash?" he asks quietly, feeling a bit awkward but determined. "Would you mind helping me out with something real quick? I, uh... I owe someone a favor.”

You were mid-laugh at something Matt had said about his latest sports practice when a shadow loomed over the table. You looked up to find Mike standing there, holding his drink loosely in one hand and the other casually tucked in his pocket.

"Hey, Matt," Mike said, his tone light but carrying a subtle edge like he's asking for a favor he already expects to be granted. "Mind if I steal him for a bit?"

Matt's smile falters, and he glances at you, a bit reluctant, as if he doesn't quite want to let go of the moment he's carved out. "Uh... well, we were just-"

"Looks like Emily's about to make out with that guy," Mike interrupted, tilting his head toward the dance floor. "You might wanna handle that before it gets messy."

Matt whipped his head around, his face paling slightly as he spotted Emily drunkenly giggling and leaning far too close to the stranger. "Shit," he muttered, scrambling to his feet. "I'll, uh, catch you later." he says to you, giving you a quick nod before he disappears into the crowd.

"Yeah, sure," Mike said smoothly, his smirk widening as Matt hurried off. You glance back at him just in time to catch a wicked grin flash across his face as he watches Matt weave his way toward Emily.

He turns back to you and without a moment's hesitation, he slides into Matt's now-empty chair, shifting it even closer to yours with an obnoxiously loud scrap of wood against the floor. He dropped into the seat with a satisfied sigh. His arm resting along the back of your chair but soon sliding fully around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

The warmth of his body, the faint scent of his cologne, earthy with a hint of spice, made your thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. From this close, you could see every detail of his face: the light beard perfectly trimmed along his jaw, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the infuriatingly perfect way his smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth. He was leaning into his persona, that cocky, playful charm cranked up to eleven and it was doing things to your brain you weren't sure you were ready to admit.

"Well, this is cozy," Mike said, his voice low and smooth. "Didn't think Matt was ever gonna leave. Guy's got some stamina for talking, huh?"

You blinked, struggling to form words. "Uh, yeah. He's chatty"

Mike chuckled, the sound warm and teasing "Chatty? That's the nicest way to put it. Bet he's been boring you to death, huh?"

"Not entirely," you said, though your voice was far too shaky to be convincing. "He's enthusiastic."

Mike raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying how flustered you were. "You're too nice, you know that? If I had to sit through more than five minutes of that guy's rambling, I'd be asleep in my chair."

You laughed, though it came out a little too breathy. "Maybe I'm just better at pretending to be interested."

"Pretending, huh?" Mike's smirk widened. "So, what about me? Are you pretending to enjoy this little moment we're having?"

Your brain short-circuited. "I... I mean, no. I-uh... you're not boring. Definitely not boring."

"Good to know," Mike said, his voice dipping slightly as he leaned in just a fraction closer. "I'd hate to think I was putting you to sleep."

"You're not," you managed to say, your face burning.

Mike grinned, clearly reveling in your flustered state. "You're cute when you're nervous, you know that?"

“I’m not nervous,” you said quickly, though your gaze flickered away from his, betraying you.

“Sure you’re not,” Mike murmured, his fingers brushing just a little too close against your shoulder, the touch lingering for a beat longer than necessary. “What were you and Matt talking about? You looked a little bored." His tone was smooth but there was a faint edge to it now, like he was testing the air.

You noticed the subtle shift in his expression. His jaw tightening just slightly, his eyes narrowing for a fraction of a second as if he didn’t quite like the idea of you and Matt sharing a private moment.

You shrugged, trying to sound casual. "Just sport stuff and his latest victory for his team. He was just being friendly,” you added, trying to sound indifferent.

You didn’t miss the slight tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes flickered just briefly toward the ground before locking onto yours again.

Mike’s lips quirked into a knowing smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, he looked real friendly.” The smirk that followed didn’t help, pulling at the corner of his mouth as if he was more amused than you thought he should be.

You raised an eyebrow, narrowing your eyes at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

For a moment, Mike just stared at you, his expression unreadable. “Nothing,” he said too quickly, the innocence in his voice so forced that you could almost feel the tension cracking around him. The grin stretched wider, like a challenge. “Just saying, if I didn’t know better, I’d think Matt was hitting on you.”

Your breath caught in your throat and a flush of heat spread across your cheeks. You tried to play it off, but there was no denying the way your heart stuttered in your chest. “He wasn’t,” you said quickly, your voice coming out a little more defensively than you intended.

"Either way. Figured I'd come over and I don't know... make the night more interesting for you. Prom only happens once, right? Gotta make the most of it. Besides—” His voice softens, his gaze locking onto yours with a sincerity that takes you off guard. "—I've been waiting for an excuse to spend some time with you."

You swallow, feeling the heat rise to your face as his words sink in. "You have?"

"Yeah," he murmurs, his thumb grazing your shoulder in a slow, deliberate motion. "I mean, I could've come over sooner but you were busy with your brother. Then you were with Matt and I figured, maybe it's time I got a little selfish."

The intensity in his gaze makes it hard to breathe and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him, caught between disbelief and exhilaration. "I... didn't think you noticed me like that," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mike's grin softens, his hand moving from your shoulder to gently rest on your waist, pulling you even closer. "I notice a lot more than you think," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Like how you always look away when you think I'm watching, or how you get that little crease in your forehead when you're trying not to smile too much."

Mike makes a silent note to himself to later thank Chris for the insights he’d shared minutes ago.

You laugh, feeling both embarrassed and overjoyed. "Okay, now you're just showing off."

He chuckles, his arm tightening around your waist as he dips his head a bit closer, his voice a soft murmur. "Can't help it. You’ve got me so close to losing it and you don’t even realize it." His fingers press gently into your side.

“Dance with me,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with a tenderness that surprises you. There’s a quiet intensity in his eyes, a vulnerability that makes your heart race. “Let me be the happiest guy in this place tonight.”

You feel your pulse race at the invitation, your mind whirling with both excitement and uncertainty. "What about that girl you were with?" you ask, your voice quiet and hesitant, unable to stop yourself from wondering.

Mike's smirk returns, his hold on your waist tightening slightly as he leans in, his voice a soft, almost possessive murmur. "She's not you. You’re the only one I can’t get out of my head.” His voice is rough, coated in something darker.

You meet his gaze, feeling your breath hitch as you search his face, trying to process the weight of his words.

He takes his chance to lean in, his lips brushing softly against yours in a kiss that leaves your heart racing. His lips crashing into yours with a desperate urgency that leaves you reeling. His hand slides around your waist, fingers tightening as he pulls you against him. The heat of his body sears through your clothes, and his thumb traces a slow, deliberate line along your cheek, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

When he finally pulls back, his lips are swollen, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, that familiar cocky edge in his eyes. His eyes burn with that familiar, dangerous gleam-a challenge, a promise. His breath is ragged, as if he's barely holding back.

"Still up for that dance? Because I've got this new boyfriend I'd really like to show off." he whispers, his voice low and teasing. His breath brushes your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. He looks at you with that trademark mischievous grin, the one that could melt anyone’s defenses.

A rush of warmth floods your chest at his words, a mixture of giddiness and disbelief. Your heart skips, caught between the sweetness of the moment and the thrill of his presence. The corners of your mouth twitch up as you meet his gaze, and though you can barely keep your composure, you nod.

Mike's grin widens and as he takes your hand, guiding you to the dance floor, you feel as if you're floating, lost in the warmth of his gaze and the excitement of being his.

Note: if you liked this, please leave a comment. I love reading them <3

[slapthosewilliessilly]

Got a dude feeling brainwashed

AN; You guys have been waiting so patiently and I seriously appreciate it with the shit going on in my personal life! I really hope you guys enjoy this I’ve always been a huge fan of this song and the idea of stoner!josh yearning something fucking awful lol

Blue is Josh’s thoughts!

Green is texts between Josh and whoever is specified!

I totally imagine Josh crushing on a reader who’s a bit alt tbh. Wearing horror movie shirts, has a couple piercings- loves watching movies with him.

Requests are still open! Plz give me some time to get to them

Warnings; Drug use, jealousy, lowkey internet stalking, Josh is pathetic, Josh definitely smokes cigarettes, AFAB reader, Reader in a committed relationship, Yearning!Josh, Stoner!Josh, Reader has facial piercings, Alt!Reader, cigarette smoking, Nosferatu mention because idc it’s my newest fav movie

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The room was quiet except for the sound of soft mumbled music playing from the tv speakers, paired with gentle taps on the window from the drizzle of rain outside. A faint reminder of the world around him. Josh didn’t pay any mind to it, he was preoccupied to say the least.

He was scrolling through your page again. Something he seemed to be doing more and more even though he promised himself he’d stop. It’s almost like he wanted to torture himself.

Nothing wrong with a little bit of sleuthing from time to time. He’d justify to no one but himself.

A faint smile tugging on the corners of his lips as he looked at your selfie posts, sometimes with mutual friends, more often than not by yourself. Josh’s fingers twitched slightly, he forgot he even had a lit cigarette between his fingers in his other hand. It was easy for you to get him sidetracked- even if you didn’t know it.

Even if it was just your picture popping up on his phone.

Bringing the cigarette to his lips and inhaling, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils before reaching over and putting out his cigarette in his little ashtray on his bedside table. He didn’t look away from his phone screen, focused on your instagram posts covering his screen.

He really didn’t know why he teasing himself like this- just endlessly scrolling your page and looking at your pictures that he’s already seen damn near a hundred times. His heart beating just a little faster as he came across the only picture you posted with him in it- effectively pausing his doom scrolling.

It was at some party at Mike’s house some months ago. Josh honestly couldn’t remember what it was for but he did remember how the only reason he really wanted to go was because you were there. You were smiling and laughing, dressed in something like a cute pair of jeans with a baggy Carrie shirt and an oversized flannel that was definitely Josh’s- one he was all too eager to let you borrow the moment you said you were getting cold.

The flash from the camera made your silver piercings glint in the photo. Josh was holding your phone to take the selfie, big grin on his face with his arm around your shoulders- his hand holding his red solo cup by your shoulder.

Josh remembered taking the selfie with you hoping for a million more.

Safe to say it didn’t happen.

Josh would literally never tell anyone, but he secretly took a screenshot of that selfie together and printed it out. He keeps it hidden away in his wallet, he likes to think of it as his good luck charm.

Josh’s thumb absentmindedly continued to scroll to the previous post and to the one before that, it was almost ritualistic for him. Whenever he missed you he went to your page, the feeling of comfort and warmth building in his chest as he looked at your captured moments in time.

The feeling quickly went away when the next photo appeared on his screen.

His lips absentmindedly forming a frown as he practically glared at his phone. As if he wasn’t the one to scroll down to the photo himself.

It’s not that it was a bad photo of you- no no there were no bad photos of you. Josh didn’t think it was possible for there to be a bad picture of you.

You were sat on some bathroom counter, one of Eric’s hands were placed on your waist. You were half turned around, peering over your shoulder with a big grin and tongue poking out. Your tongue piercing evident and those pretty eyes he loved were hazy red. Eric had matching red hazy eyes, holding your phone with a big toothy grin as he took the photo of you two.

Josh couldn’t help but think bitterly, a scowl carelessly forming on his face. He looked over Eric in the photo again, hyper focused on looking for any details that could help add fuel to his one sided hatred.

How could you not see what a fucking tool Eric was?

Josh hated thinking like this but he lost that fight when he pulled up your instagram page 20 minutes ago.

Dirty ass fingernails? Seriously Eric? Even Mike knows better than that dude.

At least she looks great in that pose.

Josh tried not to pay any mind to the feeling of frustration building in his thoughts before quickly scrolling away. Silently thankful that you didn’t really post anything else with Eric on your main page- mostly you just had your Eric content on Snapchat instead.

He scoffed to himself. Turning his phone off with a click and tossing it down onto some random spot on the mattress, Josh ran his hands over his face. Sighing hard through his nostrils. He felt pathetic like this, stalking your online accounts regularly- hyper attentive to anything you posted.

He needed to do something, anything to stop him from going down the rabbit hole that was you again. He did it too often anymore.

Muted buzzing from said phone made Josh immediately reach for it and unlock it quickly. The name Sweets 🍫 made his heart beat just a little faster.

Speak of the devil.

; Hey! Wanna hang out? I got two tickets to Noesferatu, if you’re busy it’s cool just let me know! ☺️☺️

Josh smiled a little. His thumbs typing a quick response before he could fully comprehend what he was about to send.

; Sounds sick lol want me to bring some 🍃 ??

; Yes plzzz 🙏🏻 that’d be perfect lol

Now he had to actually get ready.

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Getting into your car was almost surreal every time Josh did it. It was always so clean, smelled like something that was uniquely you. The dashboard sticker-bombed and graffitied on with sharpie.

“Whats goin’ on girl?” Josh asked playfully as he seated himself in the front passenger seat, quickly buckling himself in.

“Hey!” You couldn’t help but greet sweetly. He loved it. “You got the green? I already got the movie tickets.” You smiled, both hands on the wheel as you started to pull out onto the main road.

He loved moments like this. Just the two of you.

“Yeah you wanted the gummies right?” He asked.

“I was thinking we could hot box actually.”

Oh?

“Since when do you like hot boxing? I thought you preferred the gummies lately?” Josh couldn’t help but ask. Either way he always had a couple gummies wrapped up in one of his pockets and a couple spliffs in a different pocket.

You rolled your eyes, grin never leaving your features. “Eric hates hot boxing, I’ve only been refraining for him.”

Oh yeah- Eric.

“He prefers edibles but they get old after a while.”

Josh dryly chuckled. “Noted. Either way I got us covered.”

“Sick.” You replied cooly, the atmosphere between the two of you was always relaxing. Even just in the car. The only sound was the music playing on the radio quietly, that and the patter of rain paired with windshield wipers as you both cruised down the familiar road of town.

The ride wasn’t a super long one, parking more towards the back of the movie theater parking lot. Somewhat of a packed night then. You unbuckled your seatbelt, turning to face Josh and in turn he did the same. Pulling the spliffs out of his pocket and handing you the first one. He always made sure you got to smoke first.

Josh spoiled you like that.

“Smells good.” You commented before reaching into your pocket and grabbing your lighter. Some old one with pac-man on it that Chris left in your car forever ago.

“I only have the good stuff.” Josh joked weakly, bringing the other spliff to his lips and holding it there, crumbling up the bag he had them in and shoving it in his pocket.

“C’mere.” The way you spoke held a special reserve of sweetness, one that Josh knew you only really used on Eric.

Josh almost did a double take when you said that, he hoped the faint flush on his cheeks wasn’t too noticeable. It felt so good to hear you use that tone with him.

Josh nodded before leaning closer to you, slightly hesitant when he noticed you leaning in closer as well. His air half way caught in his throat when the ends of your spliff touched his, your hand flicking the lighter and lighting both of them at the same time. You were so close.

Josh’s eyes couldn’t help but be focused on your face. Your features basked in the warm orange glow of the lighter flame between the both of you. What he would give for a photo of you like this, with this lighting, in his wallet.

Just for him.

You pulled back once both were lit up properly, taking a deep inhale before moving the spliff away from your lips. Exhaling the smoke through your lips, Josh was quick to follow suit.

“Not that I mind it just being you and me but I gotta ask-“ Josh started to speak, fiddling with the rolled slightly burning tube between his fingers. “I thought you were gonna watch the movie with Eric.” Josh said, his eyes giving you a sideways glance. Hoping that his curiosity wasn’t too much. “What made you want to go with me instead?” Josh asked almost a little too quickly, bringing the spliff back up to his lips and quickly inhaling.

You pursed your lips, taking a slow drag before flicking the ashes into the ashtray that seemed to be glued to your cup holder.

“Honestly he’s been pissing me off a little bit lately.” You answered genuinely. Josh’s eyebrow twitched.

“How so?” He asked. His voice almost mellow sounding.

You shrugged. “It’s just that like- ugh.” Your tone sounding a little more frustrated before leaning your head back against the drivers seat. “I don’t know man. Just seems like every time I want to go out and do something with him he’s just not that interested anymore unless we’re going out to eat or we are going to a store we’ve been to a hundred times before.” You admitted, glancing at Josh once more.

“Sorry. There’s more to it and I don’t want to waste our time bitching ya know? Just frustrated.” You tried to laugh it off, Josh’s hand absentmindedly reaching forward and touching the middle of your back. Rubbing soothing circles.

“It’s okay.” He spoke, tone sweeter than before. “You could never waste my time- you know that.” Josh reassured with a small smile.

You nodded almost meekly, “Thank you.”

Silence settled between the two of you again, smoking the rest of what you each had and your car filling with the smoke. Evidence of what you two were doing.

Josh never moved his hand. His large hand was stilled, no longer making slow circular movements to soothe you but instead it was now resting on the small of your back. He didn’t want to chance moving in case you remembered exactly where his hand was.

Until Eric came along you two were always pretty physically affectionate. Josh would never admit it out loud but god he missed it so bad. Chris however never failed to give him a hard time when the two of them were alone and you were brought up in conversation.

It wasn’t until you put out your roach in the ashtray did Josh realize how little of his own he had left. Cracking the window open so the two of you could fully breathe again, Josh quickly put the rest of his out as well.

“Ready to go?”

Josh nodded in response to your question, despite his soft expression he begrudgingly moving his hand away from your back.

“Let’s go.”

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AN; I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED! I threw my whole puss into this bruh 😭 depending on how good this goes I WILL make a part two! Please don’t hesitate to let me know what you guys think! Thank you again so much for your patience 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[sammygidd]

late night cuddling

especially after the disappearance of his sisters, you and josh would definitely be cuddling in his room almost every day. to comfort him of course. and maybe to help the nightmares, but he would fake sleep but you could always tell the difference. you would listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat, and the sound of his breathing. how it would sound different when he was sleeping. you would put your head against his chest, he would play with your hair and you could trace small patterns into his skin to try and have him fall asleep.

you would stay awake for hours, listening to him mumble some things and slowly drift off into a sleep. the sound of his heartbeat slowing, and his fingers that were playing with your hair falling down. and his body becoming more comfortable, holding you. and the both of you (at some point) would peacefully sleep in each others arms

[aestheticadelica]

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆!: 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠)

- 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

The lodge had a heartbeat of its own; a slow, steady rhythm that echoed through the wooden walls covered with carefully picked wallpaper, through the old floors that sighed with each step, and through the silence that filled every corner. It was the kind of quiet that doesn’t beg to be broken, only noticed. And for once, it was just me and Josh. No crowd, no noise, no forced laughter. Just winter pressing its palms to the windows and two people pretending nothing had changed.

But it had.

It had changed in the way his gaze lingered a little longer when he thought I wasn’t looking. In the way my name sounded different coming from his mouth; softer, like a secret he didn’t know he was keeping. We’d told ourselves this weekend was just like old times, but old times didn’t sound like this.

The snow started falling late that night; quiet and deliberate, like it knew it was arriving for something important. Outside, thick flakes danced past the windows in slow spirals, catching the light from the fire. Inside, Josh sat on the couch, shoulders curled slightly, eyes locked on the flames like they were telling him a story only he could see. I sank down beside him, our shoulders brushing, still, neither of us speaking. There was something sacred about the stillness.

“I feel like they’re still here sometimes,” he said at last, voice low and distant, like he was afraid speaking it too loud might make it disappear.

“Hannah and Beth?”

He nodded, his profile bathed in firelight. “Not in a creepy way. More like… they’re keeping an eye on me. Making sure I don’t completely screw it up.”

I didn’t answer. I just leaned my head on his shoulder, hoping he’d hear what I couldn’t find the words for. He didn’t flinch. If anything, he leaned into me slightly, like maybe he’d been waiting for that exact weight to settle beside him.

After a long pause, he added, “They used to tease me about you.”

My heart missed a step. “What do you mean?”

“Beth said I got weird when you were around,” he said, a small smile tugging at the edge of his mouth. “Hannah said I was ‘painfully obvious.”

I laughed, and I could hear the nerves tucked beneath it. “Well, they weren’t wrong.”

He turned his head toward me then, and the flicker in his eyes was no longer from the fire.

“I act weird,” he paused, trying to find the right words, “because I don’t know how not to like you.”

Time hiccuped. The world seemed to tilt just slightly off its radar.

I could feel the weight of his hand slide over mine, tentative but certain. My voice barely made it past my lips.

“I like you too Josh.”

Something shifted. Not between us, we were already there, but in the room. In the house. The air stretched, like it had been holding its breath throughout this suspenseful time and was finally letting go. For a moment, I felt it: a soft pressure, a quiet presence upstairs. I glanced toward the staircase.

Two figures. Barely-there silhouettes, like the outline of memory made visible. Standing side by side at the top of the stairs, just watching. Just being. They didn’t feel like ghosts. They felt like warmth. A hug even.

I blinked, and they were gone.

Josh followed my gaze, and his smile this time held something deeper. A quiet ache, but also peace.

“Thanks, guys,” he whispered.

We didn’t say much after that. We curled into each other, the fire throwing golden shadows across the walls, the snow stitching a quiet lullaby on the windows. And for the first time, we weren’t pretending like there wasn’t any unspoken tension upon us. Like there weren’t any secrets to be told

It wasn’t just a typical weekend at the lodge. It was a beginning.

Maybe it took Hannah and Beth’s gentle nudge to get us there. Maybe the house knew before we did. But either way, in that quiet pocket of winter, Josh and I stopped being just two people with a shared past.

We became something new.

Something honest.

Something ours.

[spaceycat]

May you please spare a Josh Washington period comfort fic for a poor orphan boy

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white rabbit, ofc ofc - we love some period comfort ESPECIALLY WITH MY BOY JOSH GAGAGAGGAGAGAAGAG, enjoy!!

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✰ pairing: josh washington x fem!reader

✰ cw: none !!

✰ word count: 0.4k+

✰ summary: reader is on her period and josh tries to comfort her as much as he can with what beth and hannah taught him.

✰ a/n: he literally has two younger sisters that he's protective over, yeah he knows what he's doing!! also guys i rlly dont get bad periods so pls tell me if this is right.....

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༺colour chart༻ reader ❀ josh !!

You were two days into your period, it's never been bad - a bad cramp or nausea here and there, you handled it fine. But this time it was like god himself had something against you, the cramps were nonstop and painful. Making you feel nauseous and overheated in your bed pushing the covers off and on again in waves of feverous heat and coldness. You haven't moved out of bed all day. So when your boyfriend, Josh came over to your apartment to find you not out and about worried him a bit. "Baby, where are you--" He'd walk into your bedroom, finding you curled into yourself on your bed. Noticing the sheer amount of painkillers beside you on your bedside table, he knew immediately. "Are you on your period?"

You were expecting him to be kinda grossed out about it, like all your past boyfriends did. But the look on his face showed actual sincerity and empathy towards your pain. "Yeah-- 't hurts.." You'd mumble out, sitting up a bit. "Hey-- hey, angel. I think it's best you lay down and rest for a bit okay? Do you need anything? Heatpad, snacks, drinks, pads or tampons?" And you definitely were not expecting that. "No-- Josh, its fine.. I'm fine." You'd brush it off, "And you expect me to believe that?" He'd smile a bit, running a hand through your hair. "I would literally do anything in the world for you to feel better."

That's how you ended up, half an hour later with multiple shopping bags on your bed and Josh showing you all the things he bought. "Uh-- I didn't know what size or thickness you wanted the pads to be or if you wanted pads at all so I kinda bought them all? My dad won't mind.. but-- yeah." He said sifting through the shopping bags, "I got you chips, chocolate, gummies, soft drinks, tea-- everything.." He'd look up at you, not expecting the tears in your eyes. "Hey-- hey.. angel, what's wrong? Did I do something?" He'd move to cradle your face in his hands, wiping the tears collecting in your eyes. "No-- no.. I just-- hormones and shit.." You'd laugh a bit, "I'm so grateful for you Josh.." A smug smile was plastered onto his face, "Yeah I know, I'm like-- the perfect boyfriend, dont need to tell me what I already know." "I take everything back." "What-- no... cmon."

Later that night, you fell asleep in each others arms as you watched some cheap horror movie Josh brought over, and you were silently thanking Hannah and Beth for raising him right.

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AHHHHH, i am so sorry!! i wasnt expecting this to be so short, i love josh so much and i completely forgot that he was rich during this fic so i added it in that he put everything on his dads card (which he would) hope you enjoyed <3

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PAIRING: josh washington x chris'syoungersister!reader WARNINGS: sneaking around, no use of y/n GENRE: fluff, brothers best friend SONG INSPIRATION: eyes dont lie by isabel larosa WORD COUNT: 1.4k REQUESTED: yes

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the creak of the floorboards was subtle, but you’ve learned to recognise it. without turning around, you whispered, “you shouldn’t be in here.”

josh’s low chuckle came from behind you. “i couldn’t sleep.”

you rolled your eyes, but your lips curved into a small smile as you felt him step closer. “maybe that’s because you keep sneaking into places you shouldn’t be.”

“i’m where i want to be,” he replied, his voice soft and teasing.

you finally turned, burying yourself further into your pillow to feign disapproval. “if chris catches you, you’ll be sleeping in the snow.”

josh smirked, “chris is fast asleep. he could sleep through anything.”

“not the point,” you muttered, but the sternness in your voice didn’t match the warmth creeping into your cheeks.

josh stepped forward, the smirk softened into something more earnest as his fingers brushed against yours. it was such a small touch, but it lit up all of your senses.

“relax,” he murmured. “i’m not here to get us caught. i just…wanted to see you.”

no matter how many times he said things like that, it never got any easier to respond.

“you’re impossible,” you managed, though there was no bite to your words.

“true,” he admitted, his grin returning as he stepped even closer. one knee on the bed as his hand found your waist, resting lightly against your side. “but you like me anyway.”

before you could retort, he leant down and kissed you, soft and unhurried.. for a moment, the worry and secrecy melted away, leaving only the warmth of his lips against yours and the way his hand tightened just slightly on your waist.

then, as if on cue, a door creaked. you both froze, eyes wide as the moment shattered.

“shit,” you whispered, pulling away.

josh didn’t seem nearly as fazed. “relax. it’s probably just emily going to the bathroom or something.”

“or it’s chris going to grab a drink,” you hissed, shoving him toward the door.

he grinned as he backed away, hands raised in mock surrender. “alright, alright. i’ll go. for now.”

you shook your head, trying to hide your smile. “you’re going to get us both killed.”

“worth it,” he said with a wink before disappearing into his own room.

the next morning, the lodge was alive with the usual teasing, laughter, and the chaotic sounds of breakfast. you’d hoped the buzz of activity would distract you, but josh had other plans.

you felt his eyes on you before you saw him, and when you glanced up from your plate, he was staring right at you from across the room. his eyes sparkled with amusement, and he raised his mug in a subtle toast.

you tried not to react, but the corners of your lips betrayed you.

“why are you smiling like that?” chris asked, dropping into the chair beside you with a suspicious squint.

“like what?” you asked, quickly stuffing a forkful of bacon into your mouth.

“like you’ve got a secret,” he pressed, leaning closer.

your heart stuttered, but you forced a shrug. “maybe i just had a good night’s sleep. you should try it sometime.”

chris snorted. “yeah, sure. i’ll believe that when you don’t look like you’re about to fall asleep halfway through breakfast.”

you gave him a light shove, relieved when he turned his attention to emily and mike bickering over syrup. across the table, josh was biting into a piece of toast, his grin smug as ever.

the rest of the day passed in a blur of snowy adventures. everyone bundled up for a hike, and you managed to keep your distance from josh– or at least, as much as he’d let you. he was always finding ways to brush past you, his hand grazing yours, or to linger just a little too long when he handed you a water bottle.

at one point, he fell into step beside you as the group trudged through a narrow trail.

“miss me?” he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear.

“not even a little,” you lied, keeping your eyes straight ahead.

josh chuckled. “liar.”

a snowball flew past, narrowly missing your shoulder, and you jumped.

“move it, slowpokes!” ashley called from farther up the trail.

“saved by the snowball,” you muttered, quickening your pace.

josh didn’t let you off that easily. that evening, while everyone else was playing cards in the living room, you slipped into the kitchen to grab a drink. you’d barely opened the fridge when you felt arms snake around your waist.

“miss me now?” josh teased, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“josh!” you hissed, wriggling free and turning to glare at him.

“what?” he asked, all innocence. “everyone’s busy. no one’s going to notice.”

“you’re going to give me a heart attack,” you grumbled, but you didn’t stop him when he leaned closer.

“worth it,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

for a moment, you let yourself relax, leaning into him despite every alarm in your head screaming to pull away. but then–

“hey, what’s taking so long in there?” chris’s voice called from the other room.

you and josh sprang apart.

“coming!” you yelled, your voice a little too high pitched.

josh winked at you, his grin as infuriating as ever. “we’ll finish this later.”

he slipped out of the kitchen, leaving you to calm your racing heart before heading back to the others.

in the following days you learned a million different ways of being subtle, or at least, that’s what you told yourself as you and josh grew more creative in your stolen moments. every glance, every fleeting touch was always a close call.

one night, after everyone had gone to bed, you were curled up on the couch in the living room, the embers in the fireplace casting a soft glow over the room. you thought you were alone until the couch dipped beside you.

josh appeared, dressed in his usual hoodie and sweatpants, his hair a mess from sleep.

“you have a death wish,” you muttered, though your lips twitched into a smile.

“couldn’t sleep,” he said, the excuse as flimsy as ever.

you turned to face him, your knees tucked under you. “you really need to work on your self preservation skills.”

“maybe i like living dangerously,” he quipped, his voice low and playful.

he reached for your hand, his fingers threading through yours. it was such a simple gesture, but it sent warmth spreading through your chest. you glanced toward the stairs, listening for any sign of movement, but the lodge was silent.

“josh,” you warned softly, but his thumb brushed over your knuckles, silencing your protest.

he leaned closer, his lips barely brushing against yours before pulling back just enough to murmur, “tell me to stop.”

you didn’t.

the kiss was soft, and impossibly sweet. his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin.

when you finally pulled away, your forehead rested against his, both of you catching your breath.

“we’re going to get caught,” you whispered, though your tone lacked conviction.

“not if you stop talking,” he teased, stealing another quick kiss before you could respond.

it was only the sound of footsteps upstairs that finally broke the moment. you both froze, your heart pounding as josh pulled away and gave you a sheepish grin.

“see you tomorrow,” he whispered, slipping out of the room as silently as he’d arrived.

it was the last night of the trip. everyone was gathered around the fireplace, the kind of cozy, relaxed atmosphere that made you drop your guard. josh sat on the arm of your chair, his hand brushing your shoulder more than once. chris, sitting across from you, narrowed his eyes.

“alright,” he said suddenly, setting his drink down with a loud thunk. “what’s going on?”

you froze, your stomach dropping. “what do you mean?”

chris pointed between you and josh. “that. the weird energy. the sneaking looks. the stupid little smiles. spill.”

josh leaned back, his expression unreadable for once. you opened your mouth to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come.

“oh my god,” chris said, leaning forward. “you’re kidding me. you’re together?”

the room went silent. ashley looked between you and josh in disbelief.

“well,” josh said, breaking the tension with a shrug. “the cat’s out of the bag.”

“chris,” you started, your voice shaking slightly, “i–”

but chris held up a hand, stopping you. “look, i don’t care if you’re dating. honestly, i don’t. just…please tell me you’re not doing…it. in shared spaces.”

“chris!” you exclaimed, mortified.

“what?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “i’m just setting boundaries.”

josh grinned, sliding his arm around your shoulders with zero shame. “see? told you he’d be cool about it.”

you buried your face in your hands as chris groaned. “god, you two are the worst.”

but despite his complaints, you caught the faintest smile on his face as the conversation shifted back to the card game.

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