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hello! I saw that your requests are open, and I would love to ask for one! Could you please write a oneshot of Josh Levy x male reader in college where Josh accidentally confesses his love to the male reader, and the male reader shares his feelings? I would love to see the direction you would take this story, and I thank you for your consideration! :D

ofc !!! shoutout to all the josh fans because hes probably my fav <3

i reference a couple of canon moments from josh's college years in here so. yeah LMAO. also theres some moments in here that are kinda nsfwish? nothing explicit just josh being josh rlly

also sorry if the dialogue parts suck i am. not great at dialogue i fear

College!Josh x Male Reader

College fucking sucked. Josh hated every second of it. He hated all the snobby business majors and the strict deadlines. He didn't even have time to watch any new releases. God, he'd have to catch up on so much when he escaped this hellhole. He couldn't even vent his fandom frustrations into his writing; last time he'd done that, his teacher had humiliated him in front of the entire classroom, the damn fool. He'd given up on ever making friends in college after that day. He could barely make them in high school, this would be just the same.

Until you'd popped up. You, who sat one row back and two seats to the right of him in his Introduction to Writing course. You, who approached him after class and apologized to him for what had happened that day, that it was a dick move on the professor's part to not just talk to him privately after class. You, who said you noticed his Star Trek pin on his bag, and invited him over some time to binge watch it with you that night.

He'd been hesitant at first. He had a bunch of assignments to do for his other classes, not to mention he'd have to write another, less-Spiderman-centric paper for his Introduction to Writing course.. oh what the hell, it wasn't like he gave a shit about this school. He'd accepted and introduced himself, you'd exchanged numbers, and you hung out that night. And thank god he did, because it was the best time Josh had had in a long, long time. The two of you spent the entire evening with Star Trek practically being background noise to your endless flow of conversation. You liked the same shit he did, which he was rather surprised by. Who knew he'd find anybody even fractionally bearable in this school, never mind someone who he actually enjoyed being around?

You two had grown close over the course of the semester. He found his work a lot more tolerable when you were in his dorm, typing away on your own laptop, or proofreading his writing, or just laying there besides him watching whatever geeky show or movie you two had decided was more important than getting a decent night's sleep. You weren't like anybody he'd ever met before. All your teasing was good-natured and playful, differing opinions were a source of banter for you as opposed to an argument, he never left your little hangouts feeling drained or angry. It was a new feeling, one he really enjoyed.

He'd realized his thoughts for you may have been more than platonic halfway through the school year, when he'd caught himself daydreaming about you. Specifically, you in the Superboy costume. More specifically, you in the Superboy costume, saying some less-than-appropriate words to him with that sweet, silky voice that he could listen to for hours. That had been his first sign that maybe, just maybe, he might have a small thing for you.

His second sign had been when you'd been reading over some of his writing and your hand had brushed over his when you leaned closer to the screen. The way you'd lingered there, so close that he could smell the light cologne you'd put on, it made his head spin. He couldn't even remember what input you'd given him, if he was being honest. He'd been too focused on the way the light of the laptop reflected on your soft skin, and how your eyelashes batted in such a tantalizing way every time you blinked. He wondered how his fingers would feel brushing over that skin, he wondered if your eyelashes would flutter closed so softly if he was to kiss you right now..

His third sign had been the very guilty jack-off session he'd had that same night while thinking about you. That had pretty much cemented it.

You hadn't commented on the weird way Josh acted for the next week as he came to accept he liked you, a guy. No, you were too nice to say anything, too perfect, Josh thought. It just made him adore you more. Over time all of his shame gave way and became an intense yearning. Every time you laughed at a joke he made or complimented something he'd written, he wanted to tell you right then and there how he felt, how badly he wanted you. But he knew better. He wouldn't ruin what you two already had.

Tonight was like any other. It was a Saturday, the two of you had ordered a pizza and were happily munching away on it as you watched the X-Files. Today had been particularly stressful, Josh had been putting off a paper until the last second. He'd barely been able to finish it by its 8pm due date, and even then, it was definitely not his best work. A low C at best. But none of that mattered right now, because he was sitting with you and you were ranting about a plot hole in the last episode you'd watched.

"It's really not that hard to just use the same prop, it's actual insanity that they thought we wouldn't notice the gun being a totally different model." You glanced at him for back-up, and Josh gave you a small nod, encouraging you to continue. Honestly, he hadn't heard much of what you'd said. He was lost in his own thoughts, the same thoughts that tended to invade his head whenever the two of you hung out. He liked the curve of your nose. He liked how you licked your lips as you ranted. He liked the way your pupils dilated when you spoke about something you were really passionate about.

"God, and look at that, you see that?" You pointed at the screen. "That lamp, right there, it was on in the last scene, and now it's not."

God, he loved you.

"I mean, I can't complain too much, the show manages to have all these little flaws and still hold up better than two thirds of whats on television nowadays."

He loved you so much.

"It's the storytelling. They honed in on the storytelling rather than the silly details. It's smart, but it does kind of suck for us astute viewers, we're always the only ones who notice these things."

"Fuck, I love you."

"...Huh?"

Josh blinked, bringing himself back to reality. You were staring at him with wide eyes, your mouth slightly agape. It took him a second to connect the dots and realize his inside thoughts had managed to trickle outside. When those dots did connect, it was like all the blood drained from his body, leaving him trembling and weak.

"I-I, uh, fuck, I didn't mean to say- shit, that- that was supposed to be- um, listen man-" He stumbled over every word, his hands all over the place, reaching towards you and then pulling away, running through the greasy curls of his hair, bunching up in the fabric of his flannel. He didn't look anything like the Josh you were used to, even when he was in situations that made your entire body heat up from second-hand embarrassment, his natural reaction was always to get defensive, to react with anger. Now, he was shaking, looking like he was on the verge of tears.

You grabbed his hands, which he'd resigned to twiddling in his lap as he tried to explain himself. His palms were so sweaty, twitching in your grasp, and they were considerably bigger than yours. You stared at him and smiled. "Hey, hey, calm down, man. Chill." He froze up, opening his mouth to speak and then closing it with a brief nod.

You gazed at him silently for a few moments. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about Josh in a non-platonic manner a few times yourself. You liked how passionate he got about his interests, and how his hair fell around his shoulders when he felt comfortable enough to let it down. You'd always been baffled by how insecure he seemed to be, because he was really quite handsome. Maybe not in a conventional sense, but he was handsome to you, at least.

"Are you upset..?" he asked shakily, pulling you from your thoughts. Jesus, how long had you just been staring at him for? That probably wasn't helping his anxieties.

"Huh? No, no! No, don't worry, I'm not upset, man," you replied finally, squeezing his hands lightly. The gesture made his chest flutter. "I'm just surprised. I didn't know you were.. y'know. Gay."

Josh tensed up and grimaced. "I'm not gay," he mumbled weakly. "I like chicks too, I just- I dunno." He glanced at where your hands were intertwined, and then up at your face. "I don't know what's wrong with me." The tone of his voice, so reserved compared to how loud and opinionated he usually was, it made you frown.

"Dude, nothing's wrong with you. I'm not mad. I'm, uh.. I'm actually kinda happy, cuz I think I'm into you too." You swore you could see the gears spinning in his head, trying desperately to process what you were saying. "Wh. What?"

You chuckled and scooted a bit closer to him, noting the way he tensed up even more when your knees brushed. "I'm into you, Josh. I've had a thing for you for a little bit now." Cue more gears turning. You couldn't help but grin a bit as he stared blankly down at your connected hands. His skin was getting warmer and you could see beads of sweat forming on his brow. Cute.

"..Seriously?" he asked cautiously, as if he expected you to laugh and reveal it was some screwed up prank you'd been formulating for months. "Seriously. I really like hanging out with you, Josh, you're a really sweet, funny guy." You squeezed his hands again and then shifted the way you held them, pressing your palms together and intertwining your fingers with his. They slotted together like two puzzle pieces.

Josh swallowed. This had to be a dream. He had to be dreaming, this couldn't be real. But he could feel the texture of your hands against his and the gentle pressure of your fingers squeezing. This was real. Holy shit, this was real. This was real and you liked him, and you weren't joking, as far as he could tell. He'd never experienced reciprocation of his feelings before, hell, he'd never even experienced what he felt for you before. He wanted to scream, and he wanted to hug you and hold you and kiss you like he did in all his late-night fantasies. But instead he just mumbled, "So.. what now?"

You shrugged. "I'm not sure." You paused and glanced around the room, your eyes finally resting on the TV, the binge-watch of The X-Files had been forgotten during your moment together. You, as casually as you could, shifted closer to Josh, lying against his side and slinging one leg over top of his. Josh's face flushed at the feeling of your weight against him. You were warm, not overwhelmingly so, just warm enough to be comforting. And you smelled good. Josh was about to panic again, this time for a different, much more enjoyable reason.

"Look, right there." You pointed at the screen. "That extra, in the red dress, she's staring right at the camera. See what you can catch when you pay attention to more than just the foreground? You find things about the classics that casual fans would never catch."

He blinked at you, then at the screen. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he cautiously wrapped one around your torso and kept the other intertwined with yours, settled in his lap. This was.. nice. Strange, and sudden, and it felt like there was still a lot to discuss, but this was nice. You were so normal about this. It made him feel more normal about it. He could feel his heartbeat slowing down to a normal speed and his breathing evening out.

Maybe conversation could wait for another time. Another time when he could gather his thoughts better. Another time when he wasn't busy holding you.

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