#ALSO I HOPE U ENJOYED ME LETTING MY INNER FRENCH MINOR OUT FOR SOME AIR

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Sing for Me (Josh Kiszka Imagine)

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(A/N): Hellooooo lovelies, this story is about Josh trying to get his new girlfriend, Y/N, to let him hear her singing voice, but she’s too nervous and bashful because he’s like a professional and all and she has bad memories tied to performing. So, one night he comes home drunk from a night out with the boys and begs her to sing him a lullaby. This is mostly because I’ve been humming la vie en rose all damn week and hopefully this will get the tune out of my head.

For reference, the version of La Vie en Rose Y/N sings is like a slowed down version of the Chloe Moriondo cover, not the classic Edith Piaf style.

Check it out if you haven’t yet, Y/N sings it at like 0.75 speed:

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nyaLIgXm5l0

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Sing For Me

He could really be persuasive at times, but you were holding your ground on this one.

You had been dating the lead singer of Greta Van Fleet for only a couple months now. Granted, it’s felt like decades with how intensely that boy loves.

On most things, you were more than willing to share with Josh. He liked to stay with you when he was home because he felt like nobody could find him there, he was a big fan of using up all your fancy shampoo, and you were starting to think your cat liked him more than you. However, when he asked to hear your singing voice one day, you didn’t know why you froze up.

Well, yes you did.

You would never forget that day in freshman year of high school. You were in an all-freshman-girls treble choir, and there were several solos up for auditioning for a particular song. You decided to audition for one solo, but the moment you heard your voice in the mic you lost all confidence you thought you had, especially when you saw the faces of the girls in the front row. You finished the audition sheepishly and sat back down with your head lowered and you never dared audition for another solo again, quitting choir altogether after that year.

It didn’t seem like a horribly traumatizing event while it was happening, but damn that day certainly stuck with you. Now you only sang along with the car radio when you were alone, only sang in the shower when Josh was away, only allowed yourself the pleasure of singing when there was nobody around to potentially hear you.

And here was Josh. Perfectly sweet and respectful in every way, you knew in your heart there was no way he would ever make fun of your singing voice. And yet, this was his job. He made his money with his singing voice; a professional, as much as he liked to turn his nose up at the concept. How could he not at least intrinsically judge you out of instinct? You were convinced it would change the way he viewed you and you sternly rejected his request every time it bubbled up (which increased in frequency with every rejection- he’s a curious boy).

Sure, sometimes when he would blast music in his car and scream along to the lyrics, you would begrudgingly sing along, unable to even hear you own voice. But Josh is smart. He would let you sing for a minute before his hand flew to the volume dial and cranked it down, ears straining to catch a glimpse of your voice.

The lyrics caught in your throat before he could. “Nice try,�� you offered

He sighed in anguish, “Babe, how many times do I have to tell you that I won’t make fun of you. Even if you’re the worst singer in the world I would never laugh at something as genuine as singing.”

You looked down, a little sad you couldn’t do this for him, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I get so nervous.”

Josh glanced over at you, frowning a bit, and grabbed your hand from across the center console.

“You know, you never need to be nervous around me. I know just saying that isn’t much but I really do mean it.”

You smiled and squeezed his hand, “I know.”

And you two went on like this for a few weeks, you constantly wavering back and forth in your decision. You realized you’ve almost made it worse for yourself, because now it’s gonna be a whole big deal when you actually do let him hear you sing.

However, as usual, Josh would make it easy for you.

One Friday night, you received a text from Josh that him and the boys were hitting a bar after their recording session. That was fine by you, but now you needed to prepare for an incoming hammered Josh.

You made the bed and set a glass of water and some advil on his side, draping a pair of pajama pants on the foot of the bed.

After a few hours, you received that all-to-familiar text from Danny.

“Hey, I think it’s time for Josh to head home. Can u come grab him or should we get an Uber?”

You smiled at Danny’s considerate nature. Of course you were coming to get Josh, you did every time he went out without you. But it was sweet of him to consider you might have other plans.

“On the way, which bar?”

He sent his location and you hopped into your car. Driving through the dark of the night, you sang along softly to “Beautiful Child” by Fleetwood Mac. Lately, whenever you sang you felt nothing but guilt over hiding it so protectively. Why couldn’t you just let yourself be completely vulnerable in front of him? It didn’t make sense and yet internally there was unspoken reasoning. But you were sick of it.

You pulled up at the bar and all four boys were sat there on the curb, looking slightly lost in their drunken state. Even Danny looked a lot less sober than his texts had indicated. You sighed.

“Alright. All of you. In.”

Josh made his way over to the passenger seat and the three other’s heads shot up, “But we were gonna Uber?” Sam slurred.

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Shut the fuck up and get in my car, you drunks.”

They did as you said, with a chorus of “thank you, Y/N” ringing through the interior of the car.

One by one, you dropped the boys off while everyone hummed and sang along to the “Tusk” album. That is, except for you.

Josh made no effort to hide his staring at you the entire car ride home. Luckily, the rest of the band was so far gone in the back seat that they couldn’t notice if they tried.

After you dropped Danny off, Jake asked Josh if he was crashing with you or coming home. You looked over and Josh was giving you some God-tier puppy dog eyes, so you laughed and responded, “I think he’s crashing with me tonight.”

Jake chuckled, “Figures. Sam, you wanna take Josh’s bed to save Y/N the extra trip?”

“Works for me!” Sam was definitely the drunkest, which definitely wasn’t always the case but certainly was tonight.

You dropped the other two Kiszkas off at Jake and Josh’s house before turning down the road back toward home.

When you made it through the doors, all but hoisting Josh upright, you threw your keys onto the nearby coffee table and dragged your boyfriend toward the bedroom.

“Wasting no time, huh, Y/N?”

You couldn’t help but bark out a laugh at his insinuation, “Josh, I’m pretty sure I’d be committing a crime if we had sex right now in your state. Now come on, time for bed.”

Josh groaned and leaned up, alleviating the weight from your body, and walked in staggered motions into the room. You put your hands on your hips as you watched him, “So what, was I just carrying you for my health? Could you walk this whole time?”

All you could hear was Josh giggling in response in your bedroom. You rolled your eyes and entered to find him stuck trying to pull his sweater over his head. As delicately as you can, you yank his head through the hole and help him out of his rough jeans and into the pajama pants you had laid out.

Once he was changed, his arms looped around your body and he held you in a loose hug, leaning his sweaty head against your shoulder. “You’re so good to me, you know that? I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like you.”

You smile at his words and try not to think about the clouds of tequila breath accompanying them. You knew from past experience that if he tried to brush his teeth in this state he’d be retching up everything he drank in 2 minutes.

His arms still around you, you leaned back to allow the two of you to fall onto the bed, still entwined. Josh snuggles closer to you and lets out a sigh of content. Or at least, you thought it was content.

“Why won’t you sing for me? Why really?”

You sighed. He really did deserve an answer, even if he probably wouldn’t remember it tomorrow. “I… I got humiliated in choir when I was younger and now… I don’t know, I’m just weird about people hearing me sing. It’s nothing special or anything.”

Josh leaned his head off your shoulder, resting his chin on your chest to look at you. “Everything about you is special. Every little thing. I just hate that you feel like you have to hide such a natural expression of joy from me.”

You bite your lip in thought. Josh’s eyes travel from your eyes to your lips, and he leans up to plant a small kiss onto them. You can taste the Espolon but also the love.

“Okay,” you whispered.

Josh’s eyes light up like a marquee. “Really?” He grins.

You can’t help but smile back. “Sure, but please don’t make a huge deal of it, I still have a lot of embarrassment tied to any kind of performing…” You rambled.

Josh leaned forward to kiss you again, silencing you. “You don’t have to worry. Really. Here, I won’t even look.” He turned his head and laid it down to rest on your chest. Your hands found their way into his curls and he sighed. This time definitely in content.

“Won’t you sing me a lullaby, beautiful?” His arm snaked across your body to interlace his fingers with those on your unoccupied hand.

You took a deep breath, watching Josh’s head rise and fall slightly on your chest. A lullaby. The only one you could think of was the one your mother used to sing softly to you and your brother as little kids.

After a few moments of deep breathing, a few hand squeezes from Josh, you closed your eyes and opened your mouth to sing.

“Quand il me prend dans ses bras

Il me parle tout bas

Je vois la vie en rose”

You couldn’t see because he was turned away from you, but Josh’s eyes flew open when he realized you were singing in French. And it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

“Il me dit des mots d'amour

Des mots de tous les jours

Et ça me fait quelque chose”

Your fingers started moving in Josh’s hair again, letting the lyrics meaning allow you to wallow in your affection for the boy in bed with you.

“Il est entré dans mon cœur

Une part de bonheur

Dont je connais la cause

C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie

Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie”

You took a moment to pause and catch your breath. You were singing while lying down, with a man basically on top of your lungs. But the song as you knew it was almost over.

“Et dès que je l'aperçois

Alors je sens en moi

Mon cœur qui bat”

Once you’d stopped singing, Josh didn’t move. You almost thought he had fallen asleep. Until suddenly, his whole body moves to hoist himself up to eye level with you.

He takes your cheek in his hand and looks you deep in your eyes. “I’m so in love with you.”

Your heart stopped in your chest. You had been feeling similarly lately, but you couldn’t fathom your rockstar boyfriend reciprocating those feelings so soon, so you never said anything.

Tears pricked at your eyes and threatened to fall as you broke into a small smile. “I’m in love with you too, Josh.”

Josh’s adoration-filled eyes didn’t leave you as he leaned in to kiss your forehead, your nose, and then your lips. “And you have the most angelic voice I have ever heard in my life. I never want you to feel like you have to hide from me ever again. Okay?”

You nodded at him, adoration filling your eyes as well. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, his heartbeat now returning the favor of being your lullaby.

For the first time in a while, you felt completely at peace.