hello! can i request josh x reader fluff? maybe about them admitting their feelings to each other. thank you so much! your fics are so amazing!! (also this is my secret sin blog so thank u for that too :0
hello! i was just wondering if you got the request about a fluffy josh imagine? i was just wondering bc mobile keeps messing up and not sending some of my messages. i love your imagines!
IDK if this was the same angel, but here is some fluffy Josh cuteness, holiday-themed because EGGNOG GDI (also i feel you on secret sin, thats why I wont post a selfie of me on here cuz i dont need this linked back to me in the future laUGHS)
Everything smells like nutmeg and vanilla, and it makes you warm all the way to your toes. Wrapped around your mug of hot cocoa, lazing in front of the fire, hearing Michael Buble’s soft voice swirling through the air, you feel the Holiday Magic in the air. You take another sip, feel the warm chocolate heady on your tongue, the taste of cinnamon and the sharp zing from bourbon mixing and pouring down your throat.
You let your eyes wander around the room, studying all the different people filling the room. The Washington’s are having their annual Holiday Party, meaning the place is packed. Hollywood people, authors and directors, you swear you just saw Zac Efron browsing the bookshelves in the other room. Your friends are all there too, of course, they aren’t ones to miss out on a fun party (or the free booze that comes with it). Emily and Jess are pulling Mike into a million selfies, Sam is helping Beth make vegan cookies in the kitchen, Hannah and Ashley are chatting excitedly about mistletoe and New Years kisses. You realize, after a minute, that you can’t seem to find Josh.
He never misses out on stuff like this, he loves to schmooze and draw attention, loves charming his mom’s friends and making connections with his dad’s contacts. You think, for a second, that you see him, a sliver of dark hair and warm skin sliding around the corner out on the balcony. You begrudginlgly wiggle yourself off the couch, leaving your cozy blanket nest, and pad after the retreating shadow.
It’s cold outside. Not quite snowing, but a little gusty, definitely chilly. You wrap your hands firmly around your still steaming mug, and turn the corner, eyes squeezed almost shut against the breeze. Josh is there, in the shadows, leaning on the balcony with his head bowed against his forearms.
“Josh? Hey, everything okay?” You sound more concerned than you mean too, but you can’t help it. You’ve had a crush on him forever, it’s practically impossible not to adore him. He’s always full of smiles and stupid jokes, and he’s always extra excited around the holidays. Loves to buy everyone gifts and throw tons of parties. He is the self-proclaimed Christmas King, and no one dares threaten his title.
He lifts his head up at the sound of your voice, and throws you a warm grin. Your heart flutters (damn him). “Oh, hey there. Thought you mighta been the ghost of Christmas Past for a second there.” You let out a snort and lean on the railing beside him.
“I’d be Christmas Present, obviously.”
“Well, you are definitely a gift.” Blood rushes to your cheeks and he chuckles, snagging the cup out of your distracted hands and taking a long drink. He shivers as the heat runs through him, and gives you a bright grin. “Taking a quick time out. Whole lotta sights and sounds in there. Makes me jittery.”
“Yeah, yeah, I just need some time alone, y’know?”
“Oh.” You straighten up, motion to the house with your head. “Want me to--?”
“Oh, no!” Josh’s voice is a little hurried, and he clears his throat, standing to lean his hip against the balcony with this air of false-calm, “No, you...I want you to stay out here. With me.”
It is unfair how much that makes your stomach flip. Your mouth turns into a dumb grin, and you lean back against the balcony, biting your lip to keep from giggling like a love-sick moron. He does this to you all the time, and it just straight up isn’t fair. You have no idea how he feels, and you’ve always been too much of a chicken to ask. But...maybe now is a good time. This is a romantic setting, right? Hot cocoa and a warm fire inside? Soft music to slow dance to? You should go for it. You have to go for it. You’ll never forgive yourself if you let this opportunity fade away.
“I’m glad you came tonight.” You turn your head and find him already staring at you, eyes warm and focused on yours. “I mean, I’m glad you’re all here, but...y’know. I’m really glad you came.”
“I always come,” you manage to say, your tongue suddenly thick and dumb. You can feel your heart at the back of your throat.
“And I’m always glad.” He lets out a chuckle, and licks his lips, taking a long pause. “Look, I might be making a shot in the dark here, but I...like you. I really like you. A lot. And Chris is gonna bust my balls for taking this long to tell you, but I just...I wanted the perfect time to say it. To tell you. Gotta have a movie moment to admit to being head-over-heels, am I right?” He’s rambling a little bit, but still somehow the most charming bastard you’ve ever seen in your life.
“Me too,” the words are choked and practically dripping with surprise, but you look at him and smile. “I...really like you, too, Josh.”
A long silence passes between you, but it isn’t awkward. Josh grins at you, then down at his feet, then flips around and leans over the balcony, letting out a long whooping yell. Laughter falls past your lips, and soon the two of you are bowed over the railing, snickering like complete idiots. As it fades away, the two of you share a long glance, and Josh wraps his arms around you, bringing you into a crashing kiss.
He’s warm, so unbelievably warm, and his lips taste like chocolate and peppermint, and you think that, if this were a movie, the snow would start to fall right at this moment, and the two of you would be bathed in the glow of fairy lights, and your leg would lift and the music would swell and it would be the most perfect moment ever. It’s already pretty perfect. His teeth nip at your lip and you sigh into the kiss, hands drifting up and circling his neck, holding your bodies flush together, ignoring the biting cold on the back of your neck.
There’s a loud bang, and you both jump, glancing over to the nearest window. Chris is banging his hand against it, a glass of (very boozy) eggnog in his other hand, and he’s grinning and mouthing words that you can’t understand. Emily is behind him, holding up her cellphone and trying to get a good angle to get a shot of the two of you wrapped together. Beth high-fives Hannah, and it looks like Matt is giving Mike a five dollar bill.
Josh grins, and gives you a long look. “I, uh...think we’re needed back inside.”
“They can wait a minute,” you whisper, and press up into another kiss.
