practice - josh dylan x reader
request: “Ok so this might be super lame, but after I saw the movie, I fell in love with the choreo for Why Did It Have to be Me, and all I could imagine was Josh teaching the dance to his gf who happens to be a really big fan of the movie. Just thought I’d share that in case you wanted to write about it — wink wink😊”
A/N: sorry this took so long. time seems to be going nowhere at the moment and i’m struggling to find the time to write up all of your wonderful requests, BUT, we’re getting there ladies. slowly but surely.
the rain outside seemed to threaten the rattling windows of your and josh’s living room, but it was soon to be forgotten. the fireplace was lit, and, with it, the warm laughter from the blonde boy sat between your legs.
“it’s really not that hard” he chuckled, referring to your continuous, yet heartfelt, stress over how effortlessly he and lily james performed in the ‘why did it have to be me?’ scene of mamma mia: here we go again.
with a scoff, you sighed, still lacing your fingers through his heavenly golden waves of hair.
“hate to break it to you, handsome, but not all of us went to drama school”
josh just grinned to himself at this, shaking his head along with, before turning himself around and grabbing both your hands in his.
he stood, with the grin still proud upon his face, “oh, baby,” he mock whined, “you don’t need drama school when you have me”.
you always knew you related to the character of tanya in the movie, but, after almost feeling his smirk through his voice, you truly understood the line “be still my beating vagina”.
“is that so, billy elliott?” you simply winked, allowing him to pull you up from your seat and press you against his chest. the smile, to which you weren’t aware was ever so prominently lighting up your whole face, was mirrored by josh. he wrapped one arm around your waist, using it to spin you outward from him, eliciting a rather high pitched gasp from you, only for him to reel you back to him again.
“uh-huh, you got the wrong bill there, darling, he couldn’t do this” and, with that, he let you fall back into his left arm, his face inches from yours as your mouth lay agape, staring down at you with a look that almost told you that he thought you placed each and every star in the nights sky.
this continued for what felt like hours, but, really, was only twenty minutes. you’d both nailed the spins, twists and turns, but you struggled with the footwork that lily james made look as if she was born to do.
“wait”, josh started, yet again entwining both of your hands, “put your feet on mine”.
“nope” he smirked, popping the ‘p’, “come on, i know you’re dyin’ to do this”.
with hesitance, you slowly placed your feet atop of his, soon relaxing with the reassurance you needed being shown in the curves of his mouth.
you couldn’t count on both pairs of hands how many times you’d accidentally tripped over him or stood too hard on one of his feet, but the look on your face as you re-enacted that scene with the boy who held your heart in his hands gave josh enough energy to last a lifetime. the fireplace still crackled behind you, lining your shape with a heavenly glow, and josh could’ve swore that he saw an angel.
“see!” the boy beamed, falling back into the armchair beside the fire, “practice makes perfect”.
you grimaced at the idea of your performance compared to that in the movie, your heart still pounding from being in such a close proximity to him that you thought you were genuinely about to melt in his arms, “that’s easy for you to say, anderson”
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