#reader x josh

JOSH

> Has the goth boy aura/appearance around him, but really, he’s a soft baby 

> Despite being an incubus, he really only has a strong craving for you; the only time he has sex with others is when job calls 

> Josh always tries to act like a big bad dominant boy when you’re around - lots of dirty whispers, giving you those lustful eyes… it all comes crashing down once you start to fire back

> This boy is so used to his charms working on others that it never struck his mind that you won’t be so easily swayed; you’re able to get him so flustered at a simple witty flirt 

> Clingy with you, always dying for your loving attention 

> His favorite pastime to do with you is watching shitty horror movies and terrible k-dramas, at the end of them you’re always a tangled mess of limbs 

> Sometimes Josh snores while you both sleep… it can get loud enough to require ear muffs; he’s always wondering when the hell you got them on 

> Please… hug him. He loves hugs, he’ll love you forever when you hug him.

> Oh god he loves cuddles too… CUDDLE HIM (can be a big spoon or little spoon, up to you)

> You guys make out a lot, but for some reason you guys always choose to make out in the nearest closet 

> When you guys decide to do the do, Josh doesn’t like to admit it but he adores being a bottom 

> You guys must cuddle at the end of it, no buts.

ACE

> Motherfucker is so tall you can’t even kiss him till he bends down 

> Quality boyfriend material; knows how to pleasure you while also making you feel comfortable 

> Because of his height, he’s able to carry you around on his back and get a view of the scenery 

> Honestly just loves to take walks with you in the human world, maybe a picnic once in a while 

> Ace can be a dominant and possessive boyfriend when he wants to be, and with his intimidating height and pissed aura, it doesn’t take much for other demons to scurry away 

> Alternatively, he can use his charms to lure them closer… then rip them to shreds 

> He’s not too much into violence though, so it’s not often you see that side of him

> Plus, it’s hard to actually get him jealous since he himself is an incubus and fucks people on a daily, but there are certain things that make him tick

> This man prefers to keep his hair spiked so he doesn’t like you touching it during business hours, but when you both wake up in the morning, you can go crazy with it 

> Sex galore, an amazing top; somehow knows what hes doing (doesn’t mind being a bottom though if you so desire)

> Likes wrapping you both in blanket burritos just so you’re close to his chest

In a world like this where some back down

I, I, know we're gonna make it

In a time like this where love comes 'round

I, I, know we're gonna take it

In a world like this where people fall apart

In a time like this where nothing comes from the heart

In a world like this, I've got you

You watched from your seat in the cafe just off campus from the University of San Francisco, as crowds of students and civilians alike piled in to seek some warm coffee and a place to hide from the cold. It was December, and the west coast usually never got too cold, not like what you were use to, having grown up in the north eastern seaboard of the US. You were a New Yorker, and silly 30 degree winds weren’t enough to slow you down. But, since the temperature didn’t usually go below 40 degrees here in San Francisco, you suppose the lightly dressed people didn’t really expect such a dramatic change in winds. But you admit, it was a bit cruel to laugh at their suffering. Especially those who wore only jeans, and light jackets.

You were a third year undergraduate in the university, majoring in Marketing and minoring in Communications. Hurray for business studies, am I right? You’re academics were important, but compared to scientific majors, you had a ton less work to do. So, here you were, people watching in a cafe just down the street from where your dorm was, instead of studying for your finals like all the other students were doing. Although, to be honest, if you studied something that centered itself around human interactions, wouldn’t people watching be the best thing to do? It wasn’t as if you were creepy about it. You were on your laptop and had a coffee next to you as well.

Oh. Who were you kidding? It was a Friday, and nobody was actually studying. You realized this when a crowd of scantily clad students, your own age strolled into the cafe to pick up several cups of a Pumpkin spiced drink, much to your dismay. But as the day passed by, and your laptop started running low on batteries, the crowds thinned out. And by late evening, you suppose that only you, the employees, and a few other regulars were still sitting in the cafe, enjoying the quiet.

Then, at around 8pm, when the sun had long gone down, and the wind had picked up, a group of individuals, who looked a bit older than you, strolled in, complaining about the wind chill. You tried not to stare, but the group stood out more than your tiny friend, Jazz, when she wore her bright red wool coat, and book bag.

“Holy shit, it’s fucking cold!” A man with an electronic mask cursed, tattooed arms brought up and crossed, trying to keep warm. There was an entire punk style to his way of dress that was kind of off-putting, but respectfully cool.

“Gah, I need to get something warm in me.” The hooded woman shivered, rubbing her hands together and blowing into them. Dressed in short shorts and a light hoodie, if was no wonder she was cold, if not freezing. And with mild amusement, you watched as she strolled towards the cashier to order drinks for them all, pulling out a credit card to pay, only to be unpleasantly surprised when she learned that the cafe’s system couldn’t process credit cards at the moment. “What do you mean, I can’t pay with my card?”

“I-I’m sorry, Ma’am, but our machine broke earlier today!” The poor lad running the register insisted, looking like a wounded puppy.

The woman turned to look at her companions, “You guys have cash?”

The three other men shook their heads, two of them looking fine now that they were out of the cold, but the third, a guy who looked close to your age, maybe a year older, wearing a green hoodie, and shivered violently. And they all gave a sigh of disappointment.

So, you took pity, grabbing your wallet and head towards the register, taking out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to the cashier, “It’s on me, Tom.”

You ignored the expressions of shock on everyone’s faces, taking the change from Tom, and directing a smile at the group of four before heading back to your table. It was a nice thing to do once in awhile, being charitable. Of course, your father would kill you for being so charitable, but being a good person was more important than saving twenty bucks, that was probably going to be used on coffee anyways. But you never expected any form of thanks for your work or your actions, because in a world full of motives, it was nice to be someone who didn’t give two fucks about merits.

So, when the group of four sat themselves down at your table, you were surprised at the smiles, or in one case, a winky emoticon, directed at you. “Um… hi?”

“Thanks for the coffee.” the green hoodie wearing guy suddenly blurted out, his head ducked down, and eyes avoiding your own.

And for some reason, despite the fact that you have had zero interest in the guys at your university (what with most of them being fuckbois), you just thought to yourself just how cute the guy was. You could only grin cheekily at the guy, “My pleasure, cutie.” Annnd you wanted to die in a hole because what kind of normal person would say that? Blushing, you slapped a hand over your mouth before apologizing to the group as a whole just in case you were being rude. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry. I kind of don’t have a filter most of the time.” You admitted sheepishly, not missing the pink tint to the green hooded guy’s cheeks. “I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you all.”

“Name’s Wrench.” The masked man, Wrench, offered an extravagant bow despite being sat in a chair.

“I’m Marcus, nice to meet you.” Marcus, the man with the glasses shook my hand with a friendly grin.

The woman waved, sipping on her coffee before offering her name, “I’m Sitara, and the sweet heart over there is-”

“I’m Josh.” the green hooded man answered, looking up at you, with a tiny smile.

It was the first time you were able to see his eyes since he entered the cafe with his friends, and all you could think about was that his eyes were a cute, “Hazel.” You spoke aloud, and promptly slammed your forehead to the table in embarrassment. “Please ignore that.” you whined, not seeing the startled expression on Josh’s face and the amusement on the other three’s.

“So, what do you do, Y/N?” Sitara asked, trying to change the topic from your bluntness.

Straightening in your seat, you slowly massaged your forehead before answering with utmost confidence, “I’m a student, third year, and I’m studying Marketing and Communications.” You informed with a shrug, “That’s really all there is to me.”

“Yeah. But I somehow doubt that.” Marcus raised his brows, gesturing to your attire. “You don’t look like you’re from San Francisco, Y/N, much less Oakland.”

“Keen eye you got there, Marcus. I’m from New York.” You grinned, delighted at how you were read when nobody in your classes had ever questioned where you were from. “Manhattan, to be more clear.”

“Why study here?” Wrench cocked his head to the side, the mask displaying question marks.

You glanced down at Wrench’s hoodie, and looked up at Marcus’s hat before smirking, “You tell me.” And it was suddenly obvious that the four people sitting with you were a part of DedSec, and you made it known to the four that you knew. “DedSec.”

Two pairs of eyes narrowed, and one mask displayed slanted lines, all clearly on the defensive, except for one. You turned your head to observe the introverted hacker, slowly deducting in your head why he hadn’t gone on the defensive. It was obvious that he was introverted, possibly has Aspergers or social anxiety… Though you were willing to bet on Aspergers since Josh seemed too high functioning and not fearful enough, to be anything else. Maybe he had a poker face, or maybe he already had you figured out. You’ve encounter geniuses before, and maybe he was a genius. After all, you figured, you were a total stranger who bought them all coffee and challenged them as DedSec. There was no way that you weren’t shady. But all the theories within you paled when Josh finally spoke up.

“I don’t think you’re bad.”

And you were floored.

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Since that time, you’d been visited frequently by DedSec whenever you weren’t in class. Probably because you seemed nice enough, your online profile didn’t say you were dangerous, or maybe it was because of your tendency to treat them to food whenever you saw them. But most of the time, you found yourself in Josh’s company, much to your delight.

The first few times that you found yourself in his company, you had spotted him typing away on his laptop while eating lunch in a park. After quite a bit of debate, those few times ended with you buying him a healthy drink and simply sitting with him in quiet. Josh was very quiet, and he never said too much, always getting to the point of a discussion. More often than not, his blunt yet withdrawn nature surprised you, as you were accustomed to the drawn out formalities of society today. But it was refreshing. If you were direct in your questions, you received an answer straight away. And it was fascinatingly time efficient.

After a few weeks of meeting up with Josh in the parks, you worked up the courage to ask him for his number. And you’ve never asked a guy for their number before.

Josh had merely glanced at you for a moment before answering. “No.”

Your heart sank, and you berated yourself for getting your hopes up. Of course he didn’t want to give you his number. You weren’t special. “Oh. S-sorry.”

For a few moments, the both of you sat in silence, and when Josh only continued to type away, you sighed, started to gather your belongings. “I-I should go. Sorry for bothering you-”

“I want to show you something.” Josh stood up, shutting his laptop and picking it up, protectively holding it under his arm. He glanced up at you before quickly diverted his gaze back down. Seeing that he had your attention, Josh started walking away, an awkward mix of shuffling his feet and long strides, like those of a person pacing. “Follow me.”

In your average circumstance, you would never have followed a guy to an unknown location, but considering your crush on Josh, and the fact that he was seemed to believe in the best of people, you knew that you could trust him. And so you followed, keeping your strides at a decent pace to keep close to Josh without invading his space.

And when you stopped outside of a store that catered to tabletop rpgs and the like, Josh turned around, still not looking you in the eye. “You can’t tell anyone about this place.”

Raising a brow, you nodded, a bit skeptical at why you were both standing in front of a such a store. “O-okay.”

The store was littered with various games, the only one you were familiar with being Dungeons and Dragons. It was quiet and quaint, but you honestly had no idea what the people inside were discussing. What in the world was a level 5 Tiefling Bard?? And how did being chaotic relate to anything? Your confusion was cut off when Josh led you to the back room, where he did something… you weren’t quite sure what it was, your attention had diverted to the woman gloating about… something in the corner. But the next thing you knew, a hidden door had opened. Or rather, a part of the back wall slid apart.

“Holy shit.” you stared open mouthed, then guffawed when you noticed that the artwork that greeted you was also flipping you the bird. “Funny.” You were sure that it was Sitara’s doing.

Then, to your surprise, and delight, Josh gently took your hand in his and led you into the passageway and down the stairs. “It’s called the Hackerspace. We work here.”

Blushing, you tighten your grip on Josh’s hand slightly, “Is it really okay for you to be showing this place to me?”

Josh paused and slowly turned around, looking a bit confident, “You’re my girlfriend/boyfriend, so it’s fine.”

Now you were even more surprised, blinking owlishly, “I am?” You had no idea when this happened.

The genius hacker’s hazel eyes grew unsure, and his shoulders slumped, losing the confidence that was there a mere second before. “We are together…. Right?”

And you could only happily beam, pulling Josh’s hand up to your lips. “I guess we are.”

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I felt like, Josh doesn’t need any angst in his life, so I tried to make this as cute as possible without making him too... OOC... Let me know what you guys think! Should I write another part to the Josh x Reader story line?

You had finally arrived at the entrance of Blackwood Pines. You looked up to see it was already dark out. Well, what did you expect, it’s 21:15. A dark forest always creeped you out, especially in the winter. It makes the trees look menacing and it didn’t help that you were all alone.

Also, that subtle feeling that someone was watching you, was also present. You tried to shake it off by walking in a fast pace.  

When you arrived at the gate, you saw a paper that said it was busted.

You groaned loudly. “why now? Damn it josh…”. Even though he invited us, he couldn’t even fix the damn fence. “Hopefully everything else works.” You sighed.

Luckily, you were able to climb over without to many problems. While you started to walk again, you heard a faint crack in  the distant. You stopped in your tracks to try to locate the source of the noise. Your heart sped up and paranoia started to conquer your mind.

“H-hello, is someone there?”. What did you expect, an answer? You stood still for a few more seconds. “Probably just an animal.” you tried to explain to yourself. “That’s what happens if you isolate yourself, your mind plays tricks on you.”

You finally arrived at the cable car station. Relieve befell you as you saw that the cable car wasn’t far from returning. To bide your time, you searched for your earphones to listen to some music. After all, if you can’t hear spooky things, you can’t scare yourself even more.

Within a few minutes, the cable car arrived and you hopped on as fast as you could so you could finally leave the lonely road behind. Not that you were going with someone to the cabin, but at least the feeling of someone watching you was gone.

Right now, you were regretting the fact that you didn’t accept Sam’s offer to go together with Chris to the cabin. All you had to do, was say yes. But somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. Why? Maybe because you felt like you didn’t belong with the group. After all, the only reason you were a part of the group was because of Beth.

Beth.

You haven’t thought about her in a while. She was your best friend. And somehow, because of a stupid prank involving Hannah, she was gone. Together with her sister. You always blamed yourself for being drunk of your ass that day. If you were sober, you could have saved them. Or maybe you would have disappeared as well.

The cable car came to a halt and you saw you had arrived at the top of the mountain.

Through a window you saw Jessica reading a book and heard her listening to some music.

“Jessica, over here!” you shouted as loud as you could. She shifted her look to you and stood up. You heard the sound of the door unlocking and went outside the station. “Thanks for helping me out.” you tried to sound as friendly as possible.

“Hi, (Y/N)!! How have you been?” as if she really cared.

You never really liked Jessica. It was not that you hated her, she just wasn’t your preference of a friend. She was a cheerleader, she was popular (especially the boys) and she always wanted to be the centre of attention, which is a trait you didn’t like in anyone. But what really ruined it for you, is the fact that she was the one who started the prank. If she never started it, Hannah and Beth would still be here.

“I have been good, thanks for asking.” You hoped this would stop the conversation so you could continue your walk to the cabin, but she clearly wanted to keep talking.

“And how was the journey to the cable car? Not to spooky?” she said with a smile, obviously wanting an answer.

Sarcastic/friendly

Sarcastic “Ow well, not really. Just a lot of creepy forest and the feeling that someone is lurking behind the trees, ready to attack and perhaps kill you. Other than that, it was quite relaxing. 10 out of 10 would do it again.” You answered her sarcastically. She didn’t look pleased with your answer.

“Eum, I didn’t need to know that. Are you trying to scare me with your ‘someone was following me’ speech. Because really, I don’t appreciate it.” She looked at you with a sour expression, as if you ruined to mood.

Since you didn’t want to start off with a spoiled mood, you decided to apologues. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare-.“

“Whatever, I don’t give a crap.” She didn’t let you finish, that could only mean she was pissed at you. Smooth move (Y/N).

(your relationship with Jessica went down)

Friendly “It was okay. Although I would have preferred to have had someone come with me, since it’s already this dark. But that’s my own fault for not asking anyone.” Jessica looked sympathetic towards you.

“Aw, you should have just asked me! I totally would have come with you if you just asked.” Though you didn’t really believe her, you appreciated the thought.

“Thanks, next time I’ll be sure to ask you.” You smiled at her. (your relationship with Jessica didn’t change)

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“So, are you heading up to the cabin?” you asked. Even though you didn’t like to talk too much while walking, you really didn’t want to be alone anymore. You hoped that maybe Jessica would come up with you.

“Not really, I’m still waiting to see who else is coming.” She answered bluntly. You raised your eyebrow. You clearly knew you were the last person to arrive, who was she even waiting for?

Persist/Agree

Persist “Would you like to go up with me?” you tried to ask her.

“Didn’t you hear me.” Her voice getting angry. “I’m waiting for someone. Why don’t you just go up by yourself? Or is that too hard for you?” The way she said that made it clear that you had angered her even more.

Even if you didn’t like being alone, you also didn’t like making situations even more complicated. “Sorry, I’ll just go by myself then.” And with that, you left.

“God, just take a hint.” Jessica scoffed under her breath.

(your relationship with Jessica went down)

Agree She clearly wanted to be alone, so you decided you would head up alone.

“See you up there.” You said.

“Yeah” She answered back.

(your relationship didn’t change)