evenings with you - h.js
.｡.:*☆synopsis: when your picnic date with Joshua get interrupted by rain, you realized the perfect date didn't need to happen in the park. .｡.:*☆pairing: bf! joshua x fem! reader .｡.:*☆genre(s): est. relationship, fluff, fluff, more fluff✧ .｡.:*☆warnings: none!! pure flufff enjoyy <3 .｡.:*☆word count: 900 .｡.:*☆playlist: like the movies by laufey, bewitched by laufey, our dawn is hotter than day by seventeen .｡.:*☆a/n: SORRY FOR BEING SO INACTIVE ON MY SMAU I PROMISE I GOT THE FIRST 2 CHAPTERS DONE. heres a cute @coriihanniee inspired joshua drabble!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
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Y/n had woken up that morning with butterflies in her stomach. Not the nervous kind, but the sweet flutter of excitement that came with planning something special for someone you loved. The apartment smelled like fresh strawberries and toast, sunlight pouring through the windows and painting golden patterns on the floor.
Joshua was still asleep when she snuck out of bed, his curls mussed and one arm flopped dramatically across her pillow. She couldn’t help but smile at him before tiptoeing into the kitchen to start packing their picnic.
It wasn’t anything extravagant—just a little afternoon escape to the park near their apartment. A red checkered blanket, a basket filled with finger sandwiches, fruit, and the strawberry lemonade they both loved. She even brought the tiny Bluetooth speaker for music and tucked in a deck of cards, just in case.
By the time Joshua wandered into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes and wearing one of his oversized T-shirts, the basket was packed and waiting on the table.
“Is this all for me?” he asked, voice thick with sleep.
Y/n beamed. “For us. I thought we could go to the park, have a cute little picnic. It's perfect outside.”
Joshua walked over, leaned down, and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re perfect.”
Y/n giggled and swatted his chest. “Flattery will get you more tarts.”
He looked delighted. “Then I take it back. You’re stunning.”
They finished getting ready slowly, playfully—Joshua struggling to button his shirt properly while y/n did her makeup in the mirror, pretending not to laugh at his determined grunts. She packed an extra sweater in case it got chilly, and he double-checked that they had napkins because, as he’d once dramatically declared, “A man must be prepared for lemonade disasters.”
Just as y/n reached for the doorknob, picnic basket in hand, a low rumble shook the windows.
She froze. “Was that…?”
Joshua walked over to the balcony door, sliding it open and stepping outside. In the time it had taken them to pack and tease each other, the sky had turned from cheerful blue to brooding gray.
“Uh-oh,” he said. “The clouds are aggressively unromantic.”
Within seconds, it started. The first drop hit the concrete balcony with a sharp little plink. Then another. And then, as if the sky couldn’t hold it anymore, the rain came crashing down in sheets.
Y/n stood at the door, lips pursed in exaggerated betrayal. “I planned this.”
Joshua turned, arms out dramatically, already partially soaked just from being outside a moment. “We were so close to greatness.”
She stared at the basket, then the storm, then back at Joshua. A sigh escaped her, long and dramatic.
“Wanna have a picnic in the living room?” he asked, eyebrows raised hopefully. “I make a mean couch blanket fort.”
Y/n narrowed her eyes. “Only if you agree to be the blanket fort architect and DJ.”
“I accept your terms,” he said, already grabbing throw pillows from the couch like a man on a mission.
Twenty minutes later, their living room was a dreamscape of fairy lights, blankets, and chaos. The coffee table had been pushed aside, the blanket fort secured with couch cushions and the broom handle from the closet. Candles flickered gently from the kitchen counter. Rain pattered against the windows like a soft soundtrack.
They sat cross-legged beneath the blanket canopy, the picnic basket unpacked between them. The sandwiches were still fresh, the lemonade still cold, and y/n had to admit—eating a tart while nestled into Joshua's chest, wrapped in cozy cushions, might have been better than any park picnic.
He played their playlist on the speaker, the soft hum of their favorite songs weaving through the candlelight.
“This might’ve been a disaster,” Y/n murmured, leaning her head on his shoulder, “but you made it cute.”
“I always make things cute,” Joshua said confidently, then immediately got a strawberry thrown at him.
He caught it midair and popped it into his mouth, grinning. “I rest my case.”
Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “Thank you,” she said softly, fingers brushing his hand. “For turning a rainy day into something... magical.”
Joshua looked at her, expression suddenly tender. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’d eat soggy sandwiches and melted tarts with you any day, you know that?”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
They both laughed, and as the rain continued to fall outside, Joshua leaned in, brushing his lips against hers—slow and warm and gentle, like the moment deserved to be savored.
She kissed him back, her hands finding the familiar spot at the back of his neck, her heart blooming like a soft, sunlit flower despite the storm outside.
When they pulled apart, y/n looked up at the ceiling of their little fort. “We should do this more often. Indoor picnics. Forts. Spontaneous cuteness.”
Joshua nodded, mouth still curved into that sleepy, crooked smile she loved. “Next time, I’ll even bring a stargazer projector. We’ll have the night sky without ever leaving the blanket.”
Y/n snorted. “You’re such a romantic dork.”
“Only for you.”
And there, with candlelight dancing, the rain whispering lullabies against the windows, and the warmth of each other wrapped around them, y/n realized something:
Some of the best dates weren’t planned at all.