Did a bunch of gardening, hoeing weeds, repairing hoses (After hoeing them too, oops), digging, and walking today. Didn’t go on an ‘official’ walk, but fitbit gave me some credit anyway. And, sunset … finally. Going in to find some food and a shower and probably my bed.
Request: Hey just a random request but could you possibly do
one where the reader and Josh play filters?? You can add anything else if you
want to! Thank you queen <3
(I’m assuming snapchat filters? If I’m wrong please let me
know and I’ll write you a new one ASAP)
(This was super rough, I’m really sorry man).
Come here.” You yelled, laying on the couch, making weird faces at the screen
in front of you—which was currently turning your face into what looked like an
alien. You were scrolling through the various filters when Josh’s face soon
joined yours in the screen—becoming a bunny. “We’re bunnies!” You smiled, this
previous expression falling when the filter came off your face (making Josh the
cuter than any bunny.” Josh smiled at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your
head before properly sitting beside you on the couch (considering he was
leaning over the back of the couch initially). “What is with you and snapchat
filters?” He laughed, scrolling over to the next filter.
banana.” You whispered, eyes widening as you saw Josh pout at your screen. “Don’t
hate, I didn’t choose the banana life—it chose me.” You bit your lip, trying to
stifle the laugh that was building in your throat. You saw Josh slowly begin
glaring at you through the phone, pretending to be disgusted with your latest
look. This caused you to finally break, laughter filling the room as you scrolled
through the filters once again. Stopping on the flower crown filter—this time
you took a picture, writing a caption then posting it to your story (which
somehow the clique had found. They were awesome but little psychos at the same
psychos?” Josh giggled, head falling back against the couch as your face turned
red. “You’re really something Y/N.” He laughed—referring to your habit of
mumbling your thoughts to yourself, on many occasions.
it’s not my fault your fans can act like little alien-skeleton-lovechildren
psychos. Second I mean it in a good way, considering I’m not much better, and
third I’m so sorry. Being alone for months on end when you’re touring leaves me
with no real conversation partner so I do the next best thing.” You smiled at
him, resting your head against his shoulder once you were done ‘ranting’.
you say, you large psycho.” Josh laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders—leaving
the two of you in a comfortable silence.
bought you something.” You heard Josh say—the two of you were currently skyping
while you made yourself supper. “But I won’t tell you until I get home.” You
picked up your phone, glaring at the face which filled your screen.
even fair!” You laughed. “I want to know now Josh.” You pouted, watching him
roll his eyes at you. “Don’t roll your eyes so much, one day they’re going to
roll right out of your skull.” You waved your finger at him before propping the
phone up against the wall, where you could see him while stirring the contents
in your pot.
wouldn’t be too bad, like if they still worked. That would be sick—I could see
anything. Like when you’re showering without you knowing it.” He laughed, the
volume increasing as you paused, resting one hand on your hip as you gave him a
disgusting Joshua. What have I told you about rolling your eyes around the
house, and into the bathroom when people are bathing?”
do it.” He groaned, resting a hand on his face—trying to match the level of
serious you were currently acting on.
what do we do when you roll your eyes around the house?” You bit back a smirk,
awaiting the creative answer he was plotting.
them back into my eye sockets without cleaning them—which is probably child
abuse.” You smirked, a small laugh escaping your lips as you stirred your food.
“Hey Tyler” Josh started, putting his phone onto the bed as he left the screen—talking
to Tyler about the latest debate the two of you were having. You listened to
their indistinct talking for a few minutes until Tyler’s face was filling your
screen, a horrified look embedded into his features.
cruel!” He screamed. “Do you know how much gross stuff is on the floor? And you’re
shoving that into Josh’s eyeholes?” These two were going to be the death of you—not
a bad torturous death—but a death indeed.
heard a voice echo through the halls of your house—waking you up from a quite
nice sleep. Glancing at the clock sitting at your bedside, the bright red
numbers read “6:22AM”. Why so early? Why must someone break in at this hour,
why not 6:22PM? Come in, have supper then steal a bunch of stuff. “Come here!”
Being a bit more awake, you realized the mystery voice belonged to Josh—who was
home a week early? What? You rolled over, preparing yourself for the cold air
that would be surrounding your warm body once the covers were pulled off. Which
felt worse than you had prepared yourself for—but Josh would be warm. The boy
was a human furnace.
You groaned, voice thick with sleep. You wandered out to the kitchen, where
Josh was standing with a flower crown sitting atop his bright yellow hair—a cardboard
sign reading “the real queens” being held at chest level. You raised an
eyebrow, trying to figure out what was going on. It took a second (it was too
early to think) before you realized: the last selfie you took with Josh before
flower crown snapchat filter selfie. You smiled at him, walking over and
wrapping your arms around his middle, smiling into his chest.
believe you remembered that.” You laughed softly, looking up at his face when
you felt something being placed atop your head.
course I did—it’s the first thing I see whenever I open my phone. The last
selfie we took before I left. Call me cheesy but I have to find ways to
surprise you somehow.” He smiled softly at you, leaning down to gently press
his lips into yours.