mine - j.m.k.
summary: this is a oneshot for this lovely anon; could you possibly do one with josh where he’s away on tour and y’all get into y’all’s first real big fight, saying things you obviously don’t mean but nonetheless still very hurtful. and so the reader hangs up and gives him the silent treatment. and he doesn’t know what to do Bc he’s on tour?
i hope this suits your fancy! ;)
pairing: josh x f. reader
warnings: mild angst, cussing, verbal altercations
word count: 2.4k
“Listen, baby, you can’t believe everything you read. The media always misconstrues everything, just for the sake of a story.”
You huffed a sigh at Josh’s shallow attempt to comfort you. Deep down, you knew he didn’t mean to sound condescending, but in your already fragile, heightened state, his words came across like he thought you naïve. You heard him take a breath through the phone, and if you imagined what he looked like right now, you knew he was probably pinching the bridge of his nose and trying not to roll his eyes. The thought pissed you off even more.
“I know that, Joshua,” you seethed, and you heard him sigh at the use of his full first name. “This isn’t my first day on this earth nor is it my first day as the girlfriend of a ‘rockstar’” you accented the last word with a mocking tone. You weren’t sure why you were belittling his fame in this moment, except that maybe sometimes you wished things could be more “normal” for the two of you. You’d much rather be able to have this conversation – well, call it what it is, a fight – in person, but he was states away, on tour, as usual. Actually, if you two had a normal relationship, one where he was just another average guy with a 9-5, you wouldn’t even be having this fight. “Pictures don’t lie” you finished.
Josh sighed through the phone again.
“Josh, if you don’t quit fucking sighing and give me some answers, I swear to God –"
“Y/N.” he cut you off, his tone drastically less patient than before. “Pictures can be taken out of context. You don’t know what happened before or after that picture was taken –"
It was your turn to interrupt. “She’s kissing you, Josh. I don’t care what happened before or after, I’m just looking at a picture of another girl kissing you. And then reading the vomit-inducing article following it.”
“Listen to what you’re saying, Y/N. She’s kissing me. My cheek, in fact. I’m not kissing her. And again, whatever the article says is a load of shit. You know better than that.”
You had to roll your eyes at his once again condescending tone, like a father reprimanding his child. It made you want to punch something. “Have you even read the article, Josh? It says that you’re finally off the market, that you made your first public appearance with your new girlfriend. Do you know how that feels, knowing that you’ve actually been off the market for over a year? And all your fans believe it.”
“And whose fault is that Y/N? You’re the one who didn’t want to be public, you wanted to stay out of the spotlight, and you don’t let me post shit about you. They’re looking for crumbs. Until now, the world has thought I’m single. Because of you. Ironic, isn’t it?”
Hot tears burned at the corners of your eyes at his words. You knew he was right, too. “You don’t have to be such an asshole about it.” You heard him mumble something under his breath, but you caught three syllables that made your ears burn: “dramatic”. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch that.”
“You’re being so fucking dramatic, Y/N! Dramatic! Can you hear me now? Because you haven’t been listening to me this entire fucking time, except for what you choose to hear.”
“Fuck you.” And with that, you hung up.
Josh heard the three beeps signaling the end of the phone call. “Shit” he sighed. He sat down on the small couch in his dressing room and held his head in his hands. After a few beats of silence, he heard a knock on his dressing room door. “Who is it?” he huffed; the sound muffled by his hands still holding his face.
“Me” said a voice that sounded much like his own, and with that, his long-haired twin peeked in. “Can I come in?” he asked.
Josh made eye contact with him from over his fingers and nodded. Jake stepped through the doorway and closed the door behind him, took the few steps toward the couch and sat down next to his twin. Josh simply stared at the wall across from himself as Jake rubbed his back a few times.
“That sounded…brutal.” Jake finally broke the silence. Josh nodded.
“I took it too far.”
“Mm”, Jake hummed. Jake was often a man of few words, but nothing if not a good listener.
“Did you see the TMZ article?”
Jake half-smiled. “It always is.”
“Y/N wouldn’t really believe all that, would she?”
“I doubt she actually believes anything it says. She just misses you, and seeing that picture coupled with their nonsense wouldn’t make anyone feel very good if they’re already feeling vulnerable, y’know?”
“Well, it’s her own fault people don’t know about us.”
“Do you disagree?”
Jake avoided the question and asked his own. “What have you done to reassure her?”
“I mean, I don’t really know what she needs to hear. I mostly just point out every other couple that is in the public eye –"
“Which definitely makes her feel like her feelings are valid, I’m sure.” Jake interrupted in a sarcastic tone, a smirk on his face. People often thought Josh to be the “sweetheart” of the group, and he could be, at times, but he was rather bull-headed and had a very hard time rationalizing anyone else’s views unless they mirrored his own. In short, he always thought he was right.
Josh turned to face him at that remark, the words he was going to retort dying on his tongue as he mulled over his brother’s words. “I hadn’t thought about it like that.” Josh finally said as he turned to face the wall again.
Jake patted his twin’s back a couple of times as he stood up with a sigh. “Give her some time to cool off and then give her another call. Maybe try…listening, this time” he said with a smirk as he made his way to the door. He opened it with a creak and was almost completely out, when he heard,
Jake turned his face towards the couch from the doorway. “Yeah?”
“Thanks.” Josh mumbled, almost too quietly to be heard if Jake hadn’t been listening for it.
The corners of Jake’s mouth twitched as he bit back a grin. He knew Josh must actually be pretty unnerved if he was actually humbling himself enough to offer any kind of gratitude to his brother. “Anytime” Jake said as he closed the door.
Josh waited an hour, spending time getting settled on the tour bus to drive to their next destination, then attempted to call you. After a couple of rings, it sent him to voicemail, indicating that you had declined the call. After a half hour, he tried again. Same thing. Fifteen minutes after that, he tried one more time. You still declined it. With a frustrated huff he tossed his phone onto his bed. The next day, he tried a couple more times at sporadic hours of the day. Same story as before.
You were in the middle of brushing your teeth when your phone began buzzing on the counter. Your finger hovered over the red decline button when you noticed the contact. You spit out your toothpaste and pressed the green button instead, bringing your phone up to your ear.
“Hello” you answered, monotone.
“Hi, Y/N. Are you busy right now?” Jake’s deep voice sang through your speakers.
“Not particularly. Just getting ready for bed. Why” you huffed, but you knew the answer.
“I just wanted to…” Jake paused as he chose his words. “…tell you a story. If you don’t mind.”
You sat down on your and Josh’s bed and made yourself comfortable in the covers. “Shoot.”
Jake told you in detail all about Jita’s and his relationship. He started with how they met, when they were still playing bars and local venues, before fame was really on the radar. He described all the events leading up to the present, noting how her Instagram account is still private with very limited followers. He talked about how fans would recognize her and take pictures with her occasionally but were still respectful of her privacy. You understood what he was trying to tell you without him actually saying the words.
There were a few beats of silence as Jake gave you some time to process his words. “Can I ask you something?” he broke the silence.
You nodded first, then remembered he couldn’t see you. “Sure.”
“Why did that article bother you so much? Really?”
You considered what he was asking for a few moments. You knew Jake was someone you could confide in, but you were embarrassed to say the words aloud. You took a breath. “I think…because it built up this grand reveal of his supposed girlfriend. And…it wasn’t me who they were revealing. Even though I don’t personally want fame, I still…love him, and I want the world to know he’s mine. And I’m his.”
“Hmm” Jake hummed in response. He was quiet for a couple of beats as he turned over your words in his head. “You know, a little bit of fame comes with the territory. But that doesn’t mean you have to be in any kind of spotlight. It sounds to me though, like you do kind of want people to know who you are. Josh could always ‘reveal’ who you are. But you can still keep your social media private. Keep your personal life with him private. But that doesn’t necessarily mean we all have to pretend you don’t exist, like we’ve been doing.”
You sighed deeply. After a few minutes of casual conversation to shift the mood, you said your goodbyes and thanked Jake for calling.
You considered returning Josh’s missed calls before you went to bed, but your conversation with Jake had been a bit draining, and you were already exhausted. You drifted into a restless slumber, dreaming you were in Josh’s arms.
You woke up with a start to the sound of a familiar your voice calling your name across yours and Josh’s shared home. You sat up quickly and began rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You had to have been imagining it. Josh was supposed to be in Ohio, wasn’t he?
There it was again, there was no way you could have imagined it this time. You leapt from the bed in only your underwear and an oversized tee and took off in a sprint out of your shared bedroom and down the hallway and stopped before you crossed the threshold into the kitchen when you saw him standing there, backpack on his back and a small carry-on in his hands. His eyes sparkled when he made eye contact with you.
“Hi, sweetheart” he greeted you with a smile. You made quick work of the few feet between you and jumped into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck and your legs around his waist, has he grasped your thighs and held you tight. After a few moments he set you down slowly as he pulled away from the tight embrace he had held you in, and crashed his lips into yours. He tasted of honey and vanilla chapstick as you slightly parted your lips and allowed his tongue to dance across your bottom lip.
You both pulled away after several minutes, and his deep, mocha and amber eyes met yours.
“I’m sorry –” you both began at the same time. You both giggled sheepishly. He held your hand and led you over to the couch in your living room, and that began a couple of hours of conversation of what you both wanted from your current relationship. You discussed what Jake had shared with you, and that you hoped maybe you could have something similar to his and Jita’s situation with Josh.
Josh brought your hand up to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss across your knuckles. “All I’ve wanted is just for the world to know you’re mine. Even if you don’t want to attend events with me or anything like that, it’s fine, I understand. But I love you. And I want people to at least know that much.”
Eventually the conversation turned to his reason for being back in Michigan. He explained that he had been asked to do a last-minute interview with a radio station, due to the original interviewee having to drop out at the last minute, but of course he flew in early, so he had time to spend with you.
A few hours later you were settled down in a chair in the living room, listening intently to the live interview being conducted with your boyfriend.
“So, Josh…we’ve all seen the article by now. We and your fans gotta know the details. Tell us about your girlfriend.”
Josh laughed. “Well, I would love to tell you all about her. But, you should know it’s not the girl in the picture.”
“Oh damn, this is an interesting turn of events!”
Josh laughed again. “In the spirit of full disclosure, I’ve been seeing someone for over a year. We still want to keep our personal lives private, of course, but we’re more than ready to make our own grand reveal. And Y/N, baby, if you’re listening, I love you so much.”
The interviewer gasped jokingly at Josh’s name drop. “Well, you heard it hear first, folks. Our Josh Kiszka is off the market. But has been for much longer than we all thought! If you’re up to it, you should share a picture with us of you and your actual girlfriend for our article.”
“I’d love that.”
The next day, the radio station shared their own article with the transcriptions of everything that had been said on air. You smiled at the picture of you and Josh he had chosen to share with them. It was taken on a beach vacation you had went on, your hair was almost as wavy as Josh’s from the saltwater and ocean breeze, a scattering of freckles across both of your tanned faces. You looked blissfully happy, as you always were with Josh. It didn’t take long for people to begin finding your social media, but you took solace in the fact that you weren’t required to let anyone in. In the end, your relationship was only yours and Josh’s, but you were happy the world finally knew he was yours, and you were his.