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old art redraw! original under cut!
How I felt remembering that Josh canonically died…
Guess who's going to the Nativity Fest today!! ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
Here's me and Pete today, lol
(OOC, Artist: @1h8straws)
Let's imagine that you're stuck on an island and you have to choose one of your friends to go with you, who would be?
Pete, of course! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧
Bill would complain the entire time (눈‸눈)
And Josh would too! (;ŏ﹏ŏ)
At least Pete would yell at me because I'm doing something wrong instead of just breathing! (◕ᴗ◕✿)
Also, he's the only one I'm still in contact with.. (・–・;)ゞ
it's been a while since i drew them,,,
He's staying with Grandma today.
Insecurity And Potatoes
josh bit his lip and hovered the peeler over the potato, uncertain.
It wasn't as if he was a total dunce when it came to cooking-he could melt cheese and heat up chicken strips- the only problem was that he could feel your eyes on him, and he has no idea how to go about preparing a potato, specifically, for a stew.
your hands worked quickly with the meat and onions, chopping them up and sliding them into the boiling pot. The steam fogged up his glasses and the onions stung his eyes.
You hummed as you fiddled about the kitchen and Josh couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy slice through his heart like the sharp point of his peeler. You looked so happy. So content, so unbothered. Were you embarrassed that your supposed "boyfriend" couldn't even pit and peel potatoes? About how his wide frame blocked the way to the stove, making you walk too the other side every time? Because he was.
It made him wonder why he had agreed to cook dinner with you at all.
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Josh's immobility caught your eye. He was frozen in a weird position with his shoulders hunched and the peeler gripped right between his fingers. His brow knitted, bottom lip crushed between his top teeth. He looked like how he did when he was bagging comics, or when he was arguing with that 'Greedo' guy on the Internet.
You stepped around the island table and squeezed behind him. Your arms wrapped around his middle. Heat from your torso warmed his back. "Ah. Oh, uum-" he stuttered. Josh felt all his thoughts slide out his ear and onto the floor. The stability grounded Josh, and while the close contact made him short-circuit it also calmed his nerves.
Without a word you took his hand and brought it to the potato, exerting pressure in a downward motion, shaving a strip of the skin off.
"like that."
Josh blustered. "I knew that! I know how, I was trying to- I just- I just-"
"got in your head. I gotcha." You understood his alien language by now.
"Onion juice or some shit got in my eyes..." He protests. But he repeats the action you did, a satisfied smirk turning his lips up. He's got the hang of it now.
You pressed a kiss to his neck, dragging your hands down to rest on his stomach. "You can finish from here, Captain?"
Josh's cheeks heated up even more despite the already sweaty conditions in the kitchen.
"uh, no. No, Im not actually, I still need help, so I think you should stay right there. Just in case. Please."
You nodded. Mission accomplished.
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This. Took me. SO LONG. But I'm really happy with how it turned out!
@downsnideup, here I present my work, as I promised 😎😃
