big squeeze || josh kiszka x reader
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Summary: When you need a little extra love, Josh knows just the thing to help.
Pairings: Josh x Reader, Danny x Reader (platonic) | Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort | Word Count: 1k | Warnings: mentions of family drama
A/N: Hi! Here's a little fluff for your evening! I hope you like it! ♡
“Oh, for the love.”
You rolled your eyes at the most recent text and turned your phone off, putting the argument out of sight but unfortunately not out of mind. You looked over at Josh and saw him studying your face with a bemused and mildly worried gaze.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. He offered a smile. “Sam’s sending you memes again?”
You wished you could have coaxed out a laugh, but you couldn’t manage it.
“Yeah, I wish.” You set your phone on the side table and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back further into the uncomfortable green room couch.
“Family shit,” you said after a moment, knowing Josh was hoping for an explanation. “It’s stupid. My family’s exhausting sometimes.”
His expression softened. “I’m sorry, baby. Do you want to talk about it?”
You shook your head. “No, thanks.” You glanced over and saw the notebook he had open on his lap, the pages covered in lyrics written in his messy scrawl, some of them crossed out, some of them with charming little doodles beside them.
“I shouldn’t have brought it up,” you said softly.
A frown tugged at his features. “Why not?”
You shrugged, embarrassed by the drama you still seemed to get roped up in with your family, wishing you could forget about it altogether and be fully present for your boys. They were doing a radio show in a little while, and they’d invited you and Sparrow to hang out at the studio. Sparrow and the rest of the guys were having a grand old time exploring the studio and raiding the snack bar; you’d gone off on your own to fight with your family over text, and Josh had come to share your couch keep you company even before he’d known what was wrong.
He closed his notebook. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”
You ran a hand over your face. “I want to forget about it,” you said truthfully. “And I don’t want to bother you with stuff like this, especially when you’re working.”
“You’re never a bother, baby,” he reminded you gently. “You know that.”
All of a sudden, you felt like crying. “Thank you, Josh.”
“Aw, sweetheart.” He took your hand. “What can I do? I want to help.”
You breathed a mirthless laugh, not really surprised to feel a couple tears fall. “You can fix all my family’s trauma.”
His smile was wry and impossibly tender as he brushed his fingers over your cheek to dry your tears.
“Something within my power to do, preferably,” he teased gently. “But I’ll certainly try if you want me to.”
You sighed and leaned into his touch. “I don’t know. I feel all... twisted up. Nervous.”
He gave a thoughtful hum. “I think I know something that can help.” He stood. “Are you okay with being touched?”
You nodded, a little bemused as you looked up at him. “Where are you going?”
He smiled. “To get something that’ll help.” He kissed your forehead. “Be right back.”
You watched him go, wondering what on earth he was going to get, wondering why he’d asked if you were okay with being touched only to leave right after. You resisted the urge to pick up your phone when it buzzed again, trying not to get dragged back into the tennis match of stupid texts.
A minute later, Josh came back into the room with Danny right behind him.
“Ta-da!” Josh said, proudly presenting his brother. “Instant serotonin.”
Danny looked you over with a bit of worry as you stood. “Josh said you needed a hug.”
Your heart wobbled. Your gentle giant Danny was famous for his bear hugs, and he was always generous with them when one of his friends needed a little extra love.
“I figured a hug would feel good,” Josh explained. “But I’m a small man, you know this. My hugs aren’t crushing with love. Danny can give you the whole weighted blanket effect.”
Your laugh was watery and tight with emotion. “Yeah, I mean, if...” You looked up at Danny, a little shy. “If you want to.”
He gave you a warm smile. “Come here, trouble.”
You wrapped your arms around his waist and instantly felt his arms go around you with a broad, safe, secure affection. He squeezed you tight and gave a contented groan.
“Oh, there we go,” he said happily, rocking you side to side a little. “Big squeeze.”
You smiled to yourself, comfortably crushed against him, knowing without a doubt you were loved and cared for and wanted. You couldn’t help but relax some of the tension in your frame as Danny hugged you, totally safe for a few blissful moments wrapped in his arms.
When you felt a little jelly-legged and more relaxed than you’d felt all day, he gave you one last squeeze and let you go.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “Thanks, Dan.”
He grinned and gave you a goofy kiss on the forehead. “You’re welcome. Come get me if you need another.”
He gave Josh a quick smooch on the cheek as he left. “Here. A little something for you, too.”
Josh giggled and playfully pushed Danny away. “You’re a nut, Daniel.”
You heard Danny laugh as he went to rejoin the rest of your friends, and you turned to your boyfriend with a grateful smile.
“Thank you for getting him, Josh.” Your friends were the most precious thing in the world to you next to him, and you were always thankful to be so loved and cared for by the people you loved most.
His smile was gentle. “You’re welcome, honey.” He came close and gave you a hug of his own, not as squeezy as Danny’s, but every bit as nice. You rested your head on his shoulder as he drew his hands up and down your back.
“Did it help?” he asked.
You nodded. He kissed your temple.
“I’m glad,” he said softly. “I knew it would. You needed a good squeeze, and our Danny’s very talented at it.”
“Yeah,” you said, and your voice was tight. You looked up at him. “How do you always know how to take care of me like you do?”
He smiled. “I love to learn how to love you,” he said simply. He laughed. “It's kind of like a hobby. Before we got together, I’d find out something that you liked and promise myself that I’d remember it, so that if I ever worked up the courage to tell you I loved you, I would know all the things that made you happy.”
You framed his beloved face with your hands. “You know you're at the top of that list, right?”
You felt his smile under your hands as you saw it light up his face.
“You’re so sweet, baby.” He kissed you. “I’m glad you’re feeling better. I love you very much.”
He hugged you again, and you rested against him. “I love you very much too.”
(i'll rb with tags later because i don't want to wrestle with tumblr right now djhjdhb)
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