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.
It had been a year since Josh's sisters had gone missing. It felt weird to be there, without Hannah and Beth. You had never been very close to them, you were Josh's friend, but it still felt really weird. Jess and Mike had gone off to the little cabin, a five minute walk from the house, Matt and Emily had gone back to get Emily's bag, but were taking suspiciously long, Ash and Chris were God knows where and Sam was taking a bath. That left you and Josh.
"Are you cold?" Josh asked. You shook your head. You were wearing warm clothes and already had a blanket wrapped around you.
"I'm okay," You smiled faintly. "are you?"
Josh smiled mischievously. "I'm really cold."
You let out a grin as you scooted closer to him on the big couch. When you were close enough, he wrapped his arm around you.
"That's better." He smiled.
Most of the time Josh acted like an arrogant dick, but not with you. You guys had been friends since you were nine years old and knew each other better than anyone. You probably knew him better than his sisters did- before they were gone, and he knew you better than your best friend. You even knew that he went to therapy. And you never stopped talking to him after his sisters did, even when the others did. You were always there for him.
You snuggled up against him with a soft sigh. When you were kids, you'd always imagined you would marry him someday.
Josh's hand ran through your hair, gently, and he grabbed one side of the blanket to sit under it too. You curled up against him, which made his face warm up, but due to how dimly lit it was, you couldn't see.
You grabbed his hand and played with the bracelets on his wrist. He put his head on top of yours when you leaned onto him.
For some strange reason, his smell was so comforting to him it made you sleepy. His cologne, fresh clothes and just... him. It was a nice scent.
"Hey, don't fall asleep on me, yeah?"
"No, no..." A lie. You were definitely going to fall asleep on him.
He wasn't stupid, of course he noticed. "Alright, come on, get up. I'll walk you to your room." You could hear the smile in those words.
You grudgingly got up, taking the hand he offered you as he led you up the stairs.
When you arrived at your room, you let yourself fall onto the bed instantly. The normally confident Josh stood by the door, not really knowing what to do.
"Come here," You said softly, "join me."
He looked at you, the doubt clear on his face. It only lasted a second before he closer the door and walked up to you. "You sure?"
"Of course." You stretched out on the bed and crawled under the covers. Luckily your clothes were comfortable enough to sleep in. His were too.
Josh sat on the side of the bed and took off his slippers before joining you in bed.
You almost immediately curled into him. He smiled, but bit his lip so you wouldn't notice, and wrapped his arms around you.
Josh wasn't the most talkative about how he felt, not even around you. He never told you, but you knew he loved you. Him being in bed with you at that moment was proof enough.
You woke up the next morning because of how cold it was in the house. You blinked slowly, and noticed Josh had almost pushed you off the bed in his sleep. Of course, he was still sleeping peacefully. You couldn't stifle the soft laugh that escaped you as you curled up against him. As if on instinct, Josh wrapped his arm around your waist as he muttered your name in his sleep. You fell asleep again feeling all warm and fuzzy.
@/burgundyvirgo no plagiarism or ai training/use authorised.
Summary: At his own party, Josh’s confident act fades when he admits he’s a virgin—only for the reader to lead him through a passionate, awkwardly sweet first time.
Warnings: Smut (mdni 18+), virgin!Josh, first time, teasing, experienced!reader, praise kink, alcohol mention, vulnerability
The Washington lodge was alive tonight—pulsing music, red solo cups, and the hum of laughter ricocheting off log walls. Josh stood in the center of it all, his signature smirk in place like armor, greeting guests and making offhanded jokes that bordered on flirtatious.
You caught him watching you more than once. You weren’t new to his parties, but tonight was different. Maybe it was the way his gaze lingered longer. Maybe it was the way he gravitated toward you, that practiced charm of his cracking just a little when you smiled back. “So,” he drawled, leaning casually against the kitchen island like a guy in a teen drama. “You here to flirt with me or steal my liquor?”
You arched a brow. “Can’t it be both?”
He choked on his sip of beer and laughed, “Touché.”
The flirting built like pressure behind a dam—smirks, close whispers, his hand resting just a little too low on your back when he guided you through the crowd. And eventually, predictably, he murmured in your ear, “Wanna ditch this for somewhere quieter?”
You said yes.
His bedroom was dimly lit, warm from the fire crackling low in the fireplace. He kicked the door shut behind you, suddenly unsure of what to do with his hands. Josh tried to play it cool—shrugging off his jacket and tossing it carelessly aside, fingers combing through his hair in that way you were sure he practiced in the mirror. “So, uh… you comfortable? I can put something on. Music. Or, like, Netflix.”
You stepped into his space, toeing off your shoes. “You nervous, Washington?”
His laugh was breathy, nervous. “Pfft. What? No. No way. Just—uh, checking in.”
You took a step closer. “You seem a little stiff.”
“Well, you’re kinda hot and standing real close, so—yeah. I’m doing my best here.”
The kiss came suddenly, both of you leaning in at once. It was heated, a little clumsy, all teeth and lips at first until it settled into something slower. His hands found your waist, your hips, gripping you like he was afraid to pull you too close too fast. When your fingers started tugging at the hem of his shirt, Josh tensed. You pulled back slightly, blinking. “Hey. You okay?”
He licked his lips, looking at you with wide eyes, no smirk in sight. “Yeah. Yeah, I just… okay, full honesty moment?” His hands dropped to his sides. “I’ve never actually done this before. Like. Not all the way.”
You paused, your expression softening. “You mean you’re a virgin?”
Josh winced like you’d said a dirty word. “Kinda ruins the whole ‘smooth party guy’ image, huh?”
You smiled—warm, reassuring—and cupped his face gently. “Josh, that doesn’t ruin anything. You don’t have to pretend with me.”
His eyes flicked to yours, searching, hopeful. “You’re not, like, turned off or weirded out?”
“Not even a little. You’re hot, you’re sweet, and you’re clearly trying your best.” You let your voice drop into something teasing. “I think that’s kind of adorable, actually.”
He groaned softly. “God, don’t say adorable when I’m trying to get laid.”
You leaned in, kissing him again. Slower this time. Deeper. “Let me help you, Josh.”
Clothes were shed with fumbling hands, his nerves showing every time your fingertips brushed his bare skin. He watched you like you were magic, eyes wide and dark with wonder as you guided him to the bed. You settled astride his lap, kissing down his neck, letting your hands wander with purpose. “Tell me if anything feels too fast, okay?”
He nodded, swallowing hard. “Okay. Yeah. I’m good. Just… wow.” Your fingers danced along his chest, your hips grinding slow against the tent in his boxers. His breath hitched, hands gripping your thighs like you were keeping him grounded.
“You feel good, baby,” you whispered into his ear, delighting in the way he shivered under you.
Josh let out a low, unsteady moan. “Holy shit. This is, like, already the best night of my life.”
You laughed against his skin, your fingers sliding beneath his waistband. “You’re so dramatic.”
“I’m serious,” he groaned. “You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this. About you.”
You paused, genuinely surprised. “Me?”
He flushed, avoiding your eyes. “I may have had a thing for you since, like, the first time you came to one of my parties.”
You bit your lip, feeling your heart warm even through the haze of arousal. “Then let’s make it count.”
You guided him slowly, easing him inside you with gentle words and reassuring touches. Josh’s head fell back, a strangled sound escaping his throat, “Oh my God—” You moved carefully, watching every twitch of his brow, every hitch of his breath. He was clearly overwhelmed, trying desperately to hold back, his hands shaking as they gripped your hips. “I-I’m not gonna last,” he gasped, biting down hard on his lip.
“It’s okay,” you whispered, stroking his cheek. “Just feel it. Let go.” And he did—his body going taut beneath you, hips jerking up helplessly as he came with a guttural, needy sound. His arms wrapped tight around you, burying his face in your shoulder as he trembled. You held him through it, pressing soft kisses to his hair. “You did good, Josh.”
He laughed breathlessly. “Jesus. I lasted, like… negative three seconds.”
You grinned. “That just means we’ve got time to practice.”
Josh looked up at you with flushed cheeks and something shy in his smile. “You’d… want to do this again?”
You leaned in close, brushing your nose against his. “I’d be honored to be your sex tutor, Washington.”
He snorted. “That’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” You laughed, curling up against his chest.
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Pairing: Post prank Josh x f!reader
Prompt: The real events of that night start to reveal themselves as Josh is tied up.
Warnings: implied smut, make out sesh, cussing, crying, slut shaming, emetophobia warning, mentions of death
A/N: So this is kinda angsty? i never really write sad stuff but i wanted to try something new. This one is a bit short, let me know if i should add a part 2! remember requests are open through my inbox, comments or dm me! i hope you enjoy!
Also i’m sorry if it’s not the most game accurate depiction! I tried my best :,)
His hands traced every curve and line on your body, his tongue worshiping your skin. His lips grazing your own. You felt like a goddess as he let your name fall from his lips as a prayer.
His voice, his scent, his body, everything about him was overwhelming your senses. Even with the lights off he had your figure memorized, touching every sensitive spot you had.
His drunken mumbles began to form into a cohesive sentence, “I love you.”
~
You held onto your coat trying to keep any warmth in, shivering to regulate your temperate. Your gaze rested on his erratic form, his breathing irregular as he screamed out,
“You pussy!”
His exaggerated scream making you roll your eyes, your fingers found there way to the bridge of your nose with you pinched tight.
You pretty much ignored the entire argument, it was getting you all nowhere. You only started paying attention when he mentioned you again,
“Excuse me! Am I boring Miss righteous over here?”
You dead panned at your best friend, no evidence of a smile at all. You stood up and came closer to him,
“Josh, I think i’m speaking for everyone here, shut the fuck up.”
Your sudden outburst shocked the boys but Chris and Mike nodded in agreement. You began pacing the shed, your mind spinning rapidly,
“Why are we even here? This was so stupid,”
You let out a shaky laugh and continued your rant with it slowly turning from an angry cry out to sobs leaving your lips.
“We shouldn’t even be here.”
You repeated, over and over, your hands raking through your disheveled hair. The boys all watched your every move intensely, finally there was silence in the room.
You believed what you said, you were still in denial. Your two closest friends were gone, and it was time for you to realize this.
“Fuck! What the fuck.”
You kicked over a box of old tools, the noise clambering against the wall. You held your body tight, trying to find any form of comfort. Everything was wrong, this wasn’t how it was suppose to be.
“Hey, Come here.”
Chris pulled your body close to his, the heat from his build enveloping yours. He stood there silent, knowing no words would bring any comfort to you.
Everyone knew you were right, but no one had the energy or need to agree.
As he held your body you could hear snickers coming from tied up Josh, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you prepared for his next verbal assault.
“I’m just saying, one heck of a performance. You don’t think I know what really happened that night?”
Your eyes squinted in confusion, for once you wanted him to continue. You stepped away from Chris and felt desperate to hear what he was going to say, you internally slapped yourself as you gestured him to go on with his rant.
“Josh? What are you talking about?”
He scoffed, the look in his eyes full of hatred. He thrashed his body attempting to get out of the tight constraints.
“Whoring yourself for a prank? Pretty low if you ask me, just as bad as good ol’ Mike here.”
Your stomach sank as you begin to realize what he was implying.
“I remember every. single. second. of that night. Too bad I wasn’t there for Beth and Hannah, instead with you.”
You shook your head, your tears continued and you yelled out a ‘No!’
“You took me back there just to distract me, fucked me real good huh? Should’ve known it wasn’t real, out of everyone that night,”
He paused before finally meeting your eyes, the look sending shivers down your spine.
“You, you disgust me. You hurt me the most.”
Mike and Chris exchanged confused looks. No one knew what that night had looked like for you and Josh, that being the one secret you had the power to hold. The one thing not distorted by that evil memory that night holds for you.
It went silent, your mind recalling the events of that night
~
“Shhhh Josh, they’ll hear.”
You held his hand as he led you away from the group, both stumbling and trying to find your way through the maze of his lodge.
Finally he jiggled with the door knob of his room, letting you in first just to whistle as you entered.
“Been hiding that all this time?”
You hit his chest and immediately went in for a kiss, your hands holding into the chest of his shirt clinging to be as close as possible.
Your kiss deepened, somewhere along the way both your clothes had been quickly discarded as an afterthought.
Josh let out an airy moan as you suckled on his neck, his hands wandering over your naked body.
You giggled and kissed him all over his face, wanting nothing more than to live in this moment forever.
~
“Josh…”
You sighed and despite the guys disapproving looks you moved closer to him, sitting down on the cold floor near him.
Josh ignored you, his eyes avoiding your ever knowing stare.
“What we did that night, what we said, I haven’t forgotten it.”
You bit your lip trying to find the words to say to this broken man, your eyes watering as you continued barely above a whisper ,
“That night, I wish it could’ve gone differently. I regret almost everything about it,”
You pause as he stares up with you, his eyes flooding with hurt as he took in your words. All the hatred he had for you was gone, and instead heartbreak.
“I don’t regret what we did, I would never regret you. Don’t think I have. I regret not being there for Hannah and Beth, for keeping you away from them. But I don’t regret what we shared.”
Josh kept quiet, but his expression had changed. It seemed like he didn’t know what to think, his mind continued to play tricks on him, he didn’t dare to speak after that.
You wiped the stray tears as you stood up and looked at the boys,
“Now what?”
You three argued over a plan, trying to figure out who would stay to watch Josh and who would go. Finally the decision falling onto you. You look back at Josh who seems defeated, his eyes devoid of emotion.
“I’ll stay here with him. Go with the others.”
Despite their push back the eventually leave, reassuring you they’d be back for you.
Once they leave it’s just you and Josh left in a pitiful silence, almost missing his screaming from earlier,
“Josh, I’m sorry,”
It had been the first time you had said those words to him, saying sorry would just confirm the worst.
“For everything, you didn’t deserve all of this pain. I don’t know why this happened, why they disappeared. I don’t know why you are hurt so badly, and i’m sorry that I don’t know.”
“It’s not your fault, I know that.”
His words were barely audible, but you understood him clearly. Finally, he looks back up to meet your eyes. His eyes were filled with tears, he was breaking down in front of you.
You desperately wanted to untie him, to hold him, but you knew better than that. He was off his medication, unpredictable, and you didn’t want another thing to go wrong tonight.
As the night continued your mind wandered back, replaying the events of that night.
~
The fire cast a warm light on your bodies, his skin looking like a bronzed gold, his chest rising and falling with every breath. He looked beautiful, just perfect.
“Like what you see?”
You smiled and hummed a yes, planting a kiss on his jaw. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly close to him, not wanting to let go.
“Y’know, I meant what I said. Wasn’t just being crazy romantic for no reason.”
He confessed with his eyes still closed. You blushed recalling his words earlier, thankful it wasn’t just a drunken mistake.
“I know.”
It was his turn to hum in response, pinching your side making you laugh.
“Not gonna say it back?”
You both knew it, you had been smitten for years. His teasing was just because he yearned to hear those words come from you,
“I love you too, Joshua.”
~
“Every day without a doubt, I remember that night with you,”
Josh’s sudden announcement made your ears perk up, letting your attention turn to him.
“I remember everything about it, your laugh, your voice, your body. I even remember the smell of the tequila that came from you as we ran off together.”
You smile and nodded in agreement, recalling exactly all he was saying.
“It was disgusting, had to keep myself from vomiting during the party.”
For the first time in a long while you heard his hearty laugh, it was different then the one he had been putting up all night. This laugh was all him.
“When we get out of here, we’re gonna help you Josh. I will be there for you.”
Josh nodded as he let the idea creep into his mind, maybe he wasn’t a lost cause? Maybe a future with you would be his saving grace,
~
“No! Where is he!”
You shoved Mike as he dragged you out of the mines, wincing at every contact you made.
“We have to go back, please. Please Mike!”
You screamed as he ignored you, your eyes being coated in a familiar substance.
“I love him! You have to do something!”
Your pleas go unheard, completely ignored as you’re forced out towards the lodge where you are the rest of the group are rescued.
Everyone in a complete shell shocked state, no words spoken.
The paramedics and police eventually seperate you all, taking you into different rooms for questioning.
“Have you found Josh? You have to be looking for him, in the mines.”
“No miss, we have no other confirmed bodies as of now.”
Bodies. They don’t expect to find anymore survivors, do they? Your face drains of any color as you feel the need to vomit out of disbelief.
~
He held you all night long, your bodies molded together in perfect unison. You felt safe in his arms, his body warmth lulled you to see as you listened to the best of his heart.
You had waited for this moment for years, pining over Josh. Little did you know, Josh had fallen in love with you long before you, his affection growing day by day.
It was perfect, the entire night was everything you could ever ask for .
As the morning light crept through the windows a knock at your door with a frantic Chris yelling woke you both out of your slumber, changing the rest of your lives forever.
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.
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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꩜ .ᐟ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ᴠᴇʟᴠᴇᴛ ʀɪɴɢ ʙʏ ʙɪɢ ᴛʜɪᴇꜰ (2:35)
✰ 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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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
slow mornings with Mike...when he wakes up before you and notices that you're already not sleeping but not yet awake and just want to lie there a little longer so he doesn't want to disturb you and just strokes your hair while your head is on his stomach? as a very tactile person this is literally my dream ><
Ohhh, this is absolutely adorable!! He would definitely do that, just trying not to wake you, taking in the moment as long as possible while feeling so happy and complete. I wish I could confidently write from the male perspective, but I can’t, so you’ll get this in headcanon format <3
Slow Mornings
It’s early morning, and none of you are going to work or uni today. No obligations, and the whole day free. That means that you can stay in bed as long as you’d like, which is something you both love. Mike wakes up fairly early, morning hair and voice, trying to adjust his eyes to the light coming from outside.
He turns, looking at your sleeping form. Oh, how he loves it, your deep breaths, body sinking down when you exhale, before inhaling again. He watches your lips, admiring how soft they look. Finger reaching out to them, thumb feeling the skin, a small gasp escaping you in your sleep. He finds you too cute, adorable and beautiful.
He shuffles closer, stopping for a second when your breathing changes, afraid that he’s woken you. Luckily, it’s nothing, and he continues, getting up close and putting his arm around you.
He rubs soft circles on your back, not too light nor too hard, but just enough that you still can sleep through it. In your sleep, you inch closer, laying your head in the crook of his neck, half of your body on top of him as he lays beneath you.
Especially, if this is post-game, he loves having you close, knowing exactly where you are and that you’re alive. That’s why he continuously likes feeling your hot breath on him, making sure that your body is still moving in tact with them, and that your heart is still beating.
His other hand goes to the back of your head, holding you close and feeling your warmth. Fingers tangling in your hair, trying his best to carefully comb through it. If he can’t (bed hair, we’ve all been there), he’ll just drag his hand over it, caressing lighty and silently just pulling you further in.
Oh, and the kisses! He’ll give you head and forehead kisses. So many! They’re tender and weak, but still loving. After all, he doesn’t want to wake you.
A bit of a hot take, but if he’s feeling bold, he might talk to you, even though you’re not awake. He had a dream, and is telling you all about it, not leaving out a single detail. He does it with his whispering morning voice. Dark and hoarse, low and sexy.
If he had a nightmare, again if it’s post-game, he’ll still tell you about it, needing to get it off his chest in some way. And if you’re sleeping, you won’t be all worked up and worried about him. You are a good listener of course, but he just doesn't want to worry you about himself. He’s got a hard time being vulnerable.
When you slowly wake up in his arms, stretching yourself and looking up to meet his adorable smile. “Good morning sleepyhead” “You’re awake?” “Would rather admire you than waste my time on such”
Sigh. Hi doll. Can i get some headcanons and or one shot about Chris and a reader who is either obsessed with Jurassic park/world and ancient paleontology stuff orrr maybe an F1 racer loving reader :) (maybe some jealousy with the F1 reader bcus shes obsessed with a specific driverrr...)
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Pairing: Chris x gn!reader
Warnings: jealous!chris, insecure, golden-retriever -bf!chris, very short!
A/N: Hiii anon! I was almost gonna reply to this and tell you I’m sorry but I know nothing about JP/paleontology/F1 drivers but I actually ended up writing you a lil something despite me having no knowledge of the above, I decided to write Chris a lil jealous of your F1 obsession 😈. I’m sorry it’s so short but I hope you like anyways!!
You and Chris are sitting at a corner table at your favorite coffee shop before your day of errands starts. You’re each scrolling through your phones while you sip your drinks. Comfortable just existing together, but doing your own thing, like you often are.
Chris peeks over your shoulder at your phone as he takes another sip of his iced coffee, his curious eyes catching on your screen to see that you’re on Pinterest looking at pictures of your favorite F1 driver… again.
He can’t help but playfully groan, “this guy again?” He teases you, his eyes meeting yours.
You bite your lip in a bashful giggle, “he’s just so handsome” you mutter, looking back to your phone, embarrassed that he’s caught you.
“I mean I guess if you’re into that whole thing—y’know… chiseled jaw line, dark hair… rich—” Chris starts listing attributes he doesn’t have. The jealousy in his voice is palpable. He playfully rolls his eyes and looks to his own phone, trying to feign nonchalance. he’s pretending to be very invested in a Reddit thread about modding Skyrim.
You pin another photo to your pinterest board of your favorite driver and chris sees from the corner of his eye. Sighing softly as he pretends to read next to you, unbothered.
Except he definitely is bothered.
He stays silent for a moment and you can almost hear the gears turning in his head.
“But…” he takes a breath, “you think I’m more handsome.” He catches your gaze again and blinks at you, blue eyes searching yours behind the frames of his glasses. He’s phrased it as a statement but the insecurity in his voice and the look in his eyes make it seem like a question.
Your heart squeezes in your chest at his vulnerability. The way he’s nervously chewing his lip, his blonde hair ruffled out of his usual steep quiff from him running his hand through it.
“Christopher, of course I do.” You say softly, your hand covering his over the cafe table. “You’re the most handsome”
You can almost see the relief visibly wash over him as he breaks into a lopsided, boyish grin.
“Okay” he says shyly, almost more to himself than to you. “I’m your favorite.” He nods, as if he’s willing himself to believe it.
“Always” you lean forward to plant a kiss to his cheek, right where it creases from him smiling so big.
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No taglist this time bc It’s so short and I feel guilty for tagging ppl 😅
