Watchdogs Imagines

Josh- Hibernation

You sit at home, nestled under a blanket wearing some cosy clothes since it's cold outside, and you have a bag of chips creating a mountain of crumbs tucked under your arm.

You watch with amazement the TV, the nature documentary shows bears living in the wild and how they hibernate. It brings you a sense of calm as the narrator drones, telling you different facts.

Watching the bears hibernate in their cosy little caves gives you an idea, so you get up and get to work...

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"Y/N?" Josh calls from the front door, you hear him place his keys down and take his shoes off.

"Y/N?" He calls again, this time there's worry in his tone.

"In here!" You call, though it's muffled.

Josh enters the living room, expecting to find you curled up on the sofa. Instead he finds a den of blankets and bedsheets taking up the majority of the living room. Pillows are scattered everywhere and pegs hold it all together, making it look more like a patchwork tent.

"Hey!" You say to him excitedly, glad he's home.

Josh just stares at the mess, his eyes slowly roam over everything...twice...three times, before they finally meet your gaze.

Your face falls, thinking he hates it and how much effort it's going to be tidying it all up, but then something unexpected happens.

Josh shakes his head lovingly, and the corners of his mouth tilt up into a fond smile.

"What inspired this?" He softly says, getting on his knees and crawling into the den with you.

Your smile lights up the room, or den, as you animatedly tell Josh how it all came to be, starting with the bears.

"Ah I see" He replies after your explanation, he leans forward and kisses your lips softly, still smiling.

"I've got another three episodes to watch if you want to join me" You say hopefully, tilting your head as an invitation.

"Of course" Josh adds, taking off his hoodie and grabbing the nearby bag of cheesy puffs.

You both sit up against the pillows as you snuggle into Josh's arm, savoring his warmth as you contentedly breathe in his scent of washing detergent and musk.

"How was your day?" You ask from down below, looking up into his brown eyes.

"It was okay" He quickly says, which means it wasn't great. You squeeze closer to him as the bears on TV huddle together, giving him the cuddles he needs, as Josh wraps an arm around your shoulders, welcoming the comfort and your odd quirks.