pairing: joshua x reader
genre: friends to lovers, fluff, some humor/crack/whatever you'd call it near the end
warnings: mentions of alcohol, a bit of swearing, slightly suggestive (i think? i don't even know anymore)
notes: you want to kiss joshua so bad it makes you look stupid. that's all. also i've never been drunk in my life so pls forgive me if this is complete nonsense. i'm not good with titles either.
wc: 2850
For a moment you don't even notice that your eyes are, in fact, open. The pale blue wall of Joshua's apartment wasn't part of your dreams.
You get up abruptly, still sitting on the bed. Surprisingly enough, he didn't wake up because of your sudden move, or that's what you thought. When you start looking around for a way to slide out of the blankets without bothering him, Joshua puts his arms around you slowly, bringing you closer. Your back meets his bare torso and he hums, making you shiver. You're wearing the pajama shirt he's missing.
You remember stealing it from him, but at the same time... you don't. Probably because after you got a little bit wasted from the wine you two had yesterday, at some point your mind tricked you by replaying last night events in your sleep, over and over again, until it got you thinking it was all a dream.
Now you've woken up with Joshua right by your side, he's hugging you really tight -almost like he's holding you hostage- and you don't know what to do. All the things you did and all the things you said... Oh God, the things you may have said. You couldn't tell which ones actually happened and which ones were made up by your intoxicated subconscious.
Interrupting you before you fall into a dangerous spiral of overthinking, you feel Joshua's cold breath blowing behind your ear as he calls your name, and you let out a high pitch squeak that has you jumping to the other side of the bed. He surely finds it funny, because he can't stop laughing at your reaction.
"Stop! You startled me!" You grumble, rubbing your neck because of the chilling sensation that doesn't fade away.
"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" He asks, with a big smile on his face, still laughing a bit.
"It's fine..."
"Really?" He lies down on his side, putting one arm over the pillow and supporting his head with his hand. "I think you're a bit tense."
"I'm not."
"Then come here." He patted the spot right beside him. You pressed your lips together into a thin line, trying to hide whatever embarrassed expression your face wanted to portrait. It didn't work. That make the stupid grin on his face grow bigger. "Come on! I won't bite... unless you-"
"Dear lord!" You buff and get closer to him, trying to mimic his posture, but you're incapable of staring at him for more than five seconds. "This is uncomfortable."
Rolling over to lie on your back and stare at the ceiling, you grab one of the pillows scattered across the mattress and start playing with the corners, hoping it can make you feel less self-conscious. Now he is the one getting closer, and closer. It looks like he's going to hover all over you at any moment, but he just stays right by your side, looking fondly at you.
"So... About yesterday..." You speak, trying to avoid any awkward silence. "It was the first-"
"The first time you drinked a whole glass of wine, I know. You said that over a hundred times... after your third round."
