Moana || Josh
Request: Could I please have a Josh imagine where the reader is super obsessed with the movie ‘Moana’ and pretty much anything Disney? And they’ve been dating for like 3 years (known each other since like high school) and he takes her to Disney (in Florida)
Moana was the first Disney character that you felt really looked like you. Her darker skin tone and unruly hair mirrored yours and you couldn’t help but admire her character. You were 21, but a part of you looked up to Moana as if you were a little girl again.
You had always been obsessed with Disney, but Moana just seemed to strengthen that love. You forced your boyfriend, Josh, to go see the movie with you. It left you in tears you loved it so much. Not only did you relate to Moana, but you loved that there were little girls in the theater who would begin to believe that they were strong and that they all had a purpose and that it was okay to struggle a bit on the way of finding it.
After you saw it the first time, you saw it three times after that. You bought the soundtrack and kept it in your car, meaning that you had the whole thing memorized after practically two days. There was hardly a moment where you weren’t singing or humming the entire discography.
Josh found your love of Disney endearing. He had known you since your high school days back in Knysna and he always knew you as a Disney fan. Every year for Halloween you insisted on dressing up as a Disney character and you had three different pairs of Disney pajamas. He thought it was all adorable.
One day you were on your laptop in bed feeling quite ill. You didn’t know if it was some food you ate or the fact that you had gotten your period the day before, but you wanted nothing more than to sit in bed and watch some films on your laptop. Naturally, you rented Moana and popped it in your disk drive. You sat on the bed with a blanket wrapped your body, gripping the Pua plush toy that Josh had gotten you for your birthday. You had a glass of water beside your bed and were chewing on crackers in an attempt to eat something without throwing it right back up.
Josh was catering to your every need. He left you alone when you wanted to be alone and gave you a cuddle for as long as you liked. You were sitting on his lap while watching Moana. He was scrolling contently through his phone, rubbing your back and playing with your hair, sometimes placing a kiss to your neck. He couldn’t help but smile when you started to sing How Far I’ll Go under your breath. It was one of those things you did subconsciously, too lost in the film to even realize you were doing it.
Eventually you crawled off of Josh and put the laptop next to you, turning on your side so you could watch it while laying down. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take long until you fell asleep. Josh sighed, rubbing your back gently. He hated seeing you sick. He would do anything to see you smile and feel a bit better, even if that meant sitting all day and watching Disney films with you.
Suddenly, Josh was struck with an idea. He carefully got out of bed and went to get his laptop, then sat back down on the bed beside you, careful not to disturb your slumber.
When you woke up, you felt oddly better than you had when you fell asleep. Your stomach still ached a little, but not nearly as bad as it had before. You only hoped that meant you were on the road to recovery and that this was just a one day bug. Immediately you noticed Josh wasn’t in bed with you anymore. You looked at the clock and saw that it was only 6:00 in the evening. Josh was probably eating dinner. You crawled out of bed and walked into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes as they adjusted to the light. “Morning,” Josh teased lightly. “Do you want any food?”
“Maybe a sandwich?” you said. “I feel a little better but I don’t want to eat too much.”
“Of course,” he said, walking over to you and placing a kiss to your head. “Peanut butter and jelly?”
“Yes please,” you smiled.
You sat on the couch and tucked your feet under you, pulling out your phone to scroll while Josh made you your sandwich. When he brought it over to you, you noticed he had something else in his hand. “What’s that?” you asked, a mouthful of sandwich.
“What, this?” he asked teasingly, waving the papers at you too quickly for you to see what they were.
“Josh!” you laughed. “Stop! What is it? Tell me!”
“Ooo, begging is very becoming of you,” he teased. He lowered his arm so you could reach the paper, but not so much that you could tell he did it on purpose. When you snatched the papers from his hand, you looked at it with furrowed eyebrows.
“What the hell is this?” you said, not looking away from the papers in your hand.
“I dunno,” he shrugged, sitting down beside you and putting his arm around your shoulder.
“You’re winding me up now right?” you said, finally looking up at him. “Cuz if you are that’s not very nice.”
“Why would I be winding you up?” he laughed.
“So this is real then?” you said. “We’re really going to Disney World?”
“Next week, babe,” he said, placing a kiss to your forehead. “So you better be healthy by then.”
“Oh Josh!” you cheered, throwing your arms around his neck. “I feel a million times better already. You’re the greatest boyfriend in the world. Ever.”
“I’m glad you think so,” he smiled.
“Do you think I’ll get to meet Moana?” you asked, looking up at him with excited brown eyes.
Josh smiled again and placed a kiss to your forehead.
“I think we might be able to make that happen.”