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hearts-hunger · 2 years ago

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josh's song || josh kiszka x reader

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Summary: The Cabin Fever gang celebrates Josh's birthday. || Standalone in the Cabin Fever universe

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Wife!Reader, Jake x Sparrow, Sam x Danny | Genres: pure fluff | Word Count: 3.6k | Warnings: none!

A/N: This fic was inspired by the pictures of Josh's birthday picnic - of course I had to have a little celebration with the Cabin Fever gang ♡

“Sam!” You smacked his hand away from the perfectly constructed charcuterie board in the middle of the table. “Don’t you dare!”

“Ow, what?” He withdrew his hand and pouted at you. “Josh won’t notice if one cracker is out of place, will he?”

“Now, Sam,” Jake scolded. “Don’t drive her any more crazy than she already is about this.” He tried to hand you a drink. “Here.”

“Not yet,” you said, knowing you were being a little high-strung about this party but desperately wanting everything to be perfect. This would be Josh’s first birthday as a married man, and though you knew it probably didn’t make a difference to him, nor to any of your friends gathered in your backyard for his party, it mattered to you.

Unfortunately, you were also taking your anxiety out on your friends, and you were thankful for how they were bearing with you.

“Okay, maybe just a little bit,” you conceded, taking the drink from Jake. He smirked when you spluttered a little.

“Jeez, Jake,” you managed. “How much tequila is in this, anyway?”

“Enough to chill your ass out, honey,” he said. He waved it away when you tried to hand it back to you. “No, no. You need it more than I do.”

Sam left the food alone and came to your side.

“It’s gonna be great, kiddo,” he said with an encouraging smile. “You could have given Josh a lunchable on a beach towel and he would still think it’s the best birthday ever. He’s gonna freak out when he sees all this.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, still a little doubtful. You looked over the spread of artfully mismatched rugs, pillows, futons, and little tables decorated with candles, incense, flowers, and crystals from the vast collection you and Josh shared. Everything was under a clear tent that let the sun shine through; when the sun set, the fairy lights strung across it would give the party a cosy glow. Jake had personally overseen the bar and made sure there were plenty of fixings for salty dogs; Danny, currently the lookout for when Josh got home, had curated the perfect playlist. Sam and Sparrow had been a willing pair of extra hands for you, helping you set up everything to your liking. Everything was perfect. You hoped.

“Sam’s right,” Jake said, patting your cheek. “Josh is gonna love it.”

You tried to let yourself believe it, but you were nervous for Josh to come home. The anticipation was terrible; you were so excited for him to see everything, and you couldn’t wait to celebrate his birthday with him for the first time as his wife.

Fortunately, you didn’t have long to wait. Danny and Sparrow all but ran out the back door, tripping over themselves and laughing in their haste to get outside.

“He’s here!” Danny said. “Everybody act natural!”

All of a sudden, the nervous, excited energy that had plagued you all day seemed to take hold of the rest of your small party. Jake took his drink when you shoved it into his hands, holding it like he didn’t know what to do with it; Sam rushed around to light the candles and cursed like a sailor at the lighter when it wouldn’t work. All five of you caught a case of the giggles as you tried to be casual while running around trying to make sure everything was ready.

“Okay, okay!” you laughed, trying to create order out of chaos. “Danny, help your boyfriend light the stupid candles. Jake, fix Josh’s drink. Sparrow, turn on the music and make sure nothing catches on fire.”

You got a chorus of “yes ma’am” in response as you went inside and made your way to the front door. Nothing in your house gave away the party in the backyard; by all appearances, you were welcoming your husband home to a quiet afternoon.

You’d just reached the door when Josh opened it, and you tried to keep your beaming smile in check as you greeted him.

“Hi, honey,” you said, giving him a kiss. “How was the store?”

His smile was a little bemused. “Like it always is, I guess.” He held up the grocery bag of random things you’d sent him to get just to get him out of the house. “What are we making with all this, anyway?”

You pretended to be bashful. “I thought it might be fun to cook dinner together,” you said. You touched your fingers to the crystal on his necklace. “I know it’s not fancy, but... I thought it would be fun to do for your birthday. I don’t know. Maybe it’s dumb.”

“No, it’s not,” he assured you quickly. He gave you a sweet smile. “I’d love to cook dinner together, baby. Thank you for thinking of it.”

You smiled up at him, barely able to contain your excitement. “Oh, I’m glad you like it. We can use some tomatoes from the garden, too — some of them are finally ready to be picked. Do you want to see?”

He set the grocery bag on the counter and took your hand, happily following you out to the back yard. His willingness and contentment in doing something so simple for his birthday was like an arrow to your heart, and you couldn’t wait to show him his surprise.

“Do you have music on outside?” he asked. He grinned. “Shall we do a little dancing in our garden, baby?”

You squeezed his hand. “Something like that, honey.”

When you opened the back door, you looked up at your husband to watch his reaction as a chorus of “surprise!” greeted him. A wide smile spread across his face, his cheeks going a little pink with pleasure and excitement; he only took a second to take things in before he looked over at you.

“Baby!” he said, his voice bright with wonder and delight. “What is this?”

You grinned. “What do you think, handsome?” You kissed his cheek. “Happy birthday, Josh.”

He took your face in his hands and kissed your thoroughly, earning some enthusiastic wolf whistles from your friends. You blushed and looked up at him with adoration.

“Do you like it?” you asked softly.

He beamed. “I love it.” He kissed your nose. “I love you. Thank you.”

You watched with a beaming smile as he gave everyone a hug, thanking them for his party and telling them how happy he was to celebrate with them. When he came back to you, he took your hand and asked you to show him around, taking note of every detail like you’d hoped he would.

“You did a beautiful job, baby,” he praised, glancing his fingers over the chunky citrine on the low table. “Are these all our crystals?”

You nodded. “I thought they would look pretty out here in the sun.”

He smiled. “They do. They look almost as pretty as you.”

You gave him a bashful smile and touched his cheek. “I have another surprise for you.”

“Bring it on, baby.”

You laughed and ushered him over to Sparrow, who was busy setting up her collection of face paint near the bar. Jake was making Danny a drink, and you saw that he was already sporting a silver moon and a dusting of stars over his cheeks.

“Oh, wonderful,” Josh said with a grin, rubbing his hands together as he took a seat on the futon in front of her. “Sparrow, I think I’ll leave the creative decisions entirely up to you.”

“How daring,” she teased, getting her paint ready. “Jake was a little nervous I’d paint him to look like a tiger or something.”

“I was not,” Jake chided. “I just wanted something a little more... subtle, that’s all.”

“I think it looks great,” you said. “Very becoming.”

Jake shrugged. “My girl knows how to pretty me up, what can I say?”

Sam came over from raiding the charcuterie board he was finally allowed to enjoy and asked Danny for a sip of the drink Jake had only just handed him. Danny, selfless as ever, handed it over without complaint.

“What face paint are you getting?” Danny asked him.

“I was thinking of doing a Jackson Pollock type thing,” he joked. “You know, just letting Sparrow splatter paint all over my face.” He handed Danny’s drink back. “Thanks for sharing, honey.”

Danny smiled. “You’re welcome, love.”

Josh tipped his face up to you when Sparrow was finished, looking for your approval. The design was simple and pretty, gold and white lines across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, a gentle curve of white with red dots over the apples of his cheeks.

“Adorable,” you said, taking his chin and giving him a kiss.

“Hey lovebirds,” Sparrow said. “Look at me.”

You did, and you smiled when she took a couple pictures of you. She sent them to you, and you laughed out loud at the one with Josh's big, wide-eyed smile and a paintbrush held in front of his face.

“This is the one I'm posting,” you told him.

He grinned up at you. “Awesome.”

He stood and brought another futon over. “Can I do your face paint?” he asked. “Not that I think Sparrow wouldn’t do a terrific job, but I have an idea I want to try.”

You smiled. “Sure, honey.”

You took a seat, and he and Sparrow shared her paints as she gave Danny a dusting of little pink hearts over his cheeks.

“You have the prettiest features, baby,” Josh said gently.

You blushed, watching the almost reverent way he studied your face as he thought out his design.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He met your eyes and smiled. “I love you.”

You leaned close and kissed him. “I love you too.”

He let you kiss him for a moment before he drew back.

“Now, no more distracting me, sweetheart,” he said seriously. “I have to concentrate.”

You breathed a laugh and sat still as he began to paint. The brush tickled your cheek, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Don’t smile, baby,” Josh said, though he was smiling too.

“But it tickles,” you said.

He laughed. “I know, I’m sorry.” He touched a few fingers to your chin and gently turned your head. “Try not to smile, just for a minute.”

When he was finally done, he set the paints aside and pulled his phone out. “Okay, now give me a big smile.”

You grinned, and you liked that he smiled just because you did.

“There,” he said, showing you the picture. “What do you think?”

He’d given you delicate golden sunbeams over your cheeks, some of them dripping artfully, some of them ending in little white stars.

“You made me beautiful, Josh.”

He gave you a gentle smile. “You’re always beautiful, baby. I just added the sunshine I see every time I look at you.”

When everybody’s face was painted — Sparrow gave Sam a splash of daisies on his cheeks, and in return he gave her lovely blue and white clouds — you gathered around the circular table of snacks to eat, drink, and be merry. The afternoon passed into evening as your little family talked and laughed and shared fond memories of the birthday boy, each of you getting steadily more tipsy and giggly and sunkissed. The boys brought out guitars from your music room and played for a long while, and they invited you and Sparrow to sing along when they played an actual song instead of just inventing one on the fly.

“When are we doing presents?” Sam asked eventually. “Danny and I got you the greatest gift ever.”

Danny smiled. “It is pretty good, actually.”

Josh looked to you. “What do you think, my lovely master of ceremonies? Is now a good time to do presents?”

“It’s your party, sweetheart,” you said with a smile, standing to get his present and bring them over. “We can do whatever you want.”

Josh stood and followed you to the table where the presents had been set up.

“What if I want to take you to bed, Mrs. Kiszka?” he asked in a low voice, a handsome smirk on his face as he snuck a hand into your back pocket.

“Josh,” you scolded, though you were sure your blushing smile gave you away. You gave him a quick kiss. “Patience, lover. You’re getting another birthday surprise later tonight.”

“Oh?” he said, giving you a pleased grin. “Well, in that case, I guess I can try and behave.”

You laughed and gave his shoulder a playful smack as you gathered his presents, and the two of you rejoined your friends under the cosy twinkle of fairy lights with an armful of gifts.

“That’s from us,” Jake said when Josh picked his first present, a stack of two gifts tied together with a pretty ribbon.

“I see you let Sparrow do the wrapping,” Josh teased. “Wise man.”

He started to undo the ribbon but hesitated, looking back up at Jake and Sparrow.

“Hey, what are we doing for your birthday?” he asked.

Jake grinned. “You’re just now remembering that we share a birthday, huh?”

Everybody laughed at that, and Josh gave his twin an affectionate eye-roll.

“Ha-ha, alright. What are we doing, though?”

Jake shrugged. “No clue.” He looked over at his brand-new wife of only a few months and gave her a smile. “Maybe my Mrs. Kiszka has something up her sleeve too.”

Sparrow pinked, trying to be nonchalant but given away by the smile she couldn’t hide.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she teased. “Josh is the favorite twin, so he gets the party.”

Jake laughed. “Oh, I see how it is.”

Sparrow took Jake’s hand but looked over at you, both of you smiling when your eyes met. Everybody but the twins knew that you were doing a pirate-themed birthday bash for Jake in a few days. A new pirate-themed bar downtown was having its grand opening next week, but Sparrow had sweet-talked them into letting her throw a private party for Jake Kiszka of Greta Van Fleet before they were technically open to the public.

“Well, since I’m the favorite twin,” Josh said tartly, “I expect quite the tremendous gift.”

You smiled, knowing he was only teasing; Josh would be touched and thrilled at anything his best friends gave him.

“So there’s two gifts, obviously,” Sparrow said as he started to unwrap the smaller present, sounding a little unsure. “I picked out the one you’re holding, but it’s.... well, you’ll see.”

Josh gave her a sweet smile. “You don’t think I’ll like it?”

“Well...”

He opened the little box to reveal a quartz necklace, the exact same necklace he was wearing. His laugh was bright and musical, sweet and surprised.

“Look at that,” he said, grinning ear to ear as he held it up for everyone to see. “Sparrow, you know me so well.”

“I didn’t know until you walked out here earlier that you already had it,” she said, her expression caught between regret that he already had it and relief that he didn’t hate it. “I can return it and get something else.”

“No way,” Josh said, putting it on to rest against his chest with the other necklace. “You can never have too much of a good thing.”

He reached over his twin and gave Sparrow’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I love it, Sparrow. Thank you very much.”

She gave him a warm smile. “You’re welcome, Josh. Happy birthday.”

He opened Jake’s present next, a handsome leather journal and a set of nice pens.

“Thought it was better for songwriting than that notebook of yours that’s falling apart,” Jake said.

Josh smiled as he thumbed through the pages, admiring the feel of the journal. “It’s wonderful. Thank you, Jake.”

Sam and Danny’s present was next, and all of you gushed over it.

“You got me the Master for my birthday?” Josh asked with a delighted laugh. He held the black-hooded figurine up to show you. “Look at this, baby. It’s the guy from all our posters.”

“It holds the amethyst, too,” Sam said, nodding to the crystal sphere they’d given him with the figurine.

“Or a candle,” Danny added. “Or whatever you want him to hold, I guess.”

Josh gave them a charming smile. “I love it. Thank you.”

Your present was last, and you watched his face to see his reaction. You hoped he liked it; it wasn’t much, but you hoped it would be meaningful to him.

“Oh, baby.”

You flushed with pleasure at the wonder in his voice. “You like them?”

He held up the delicate gold earrings, his special triangle symbol dangling from each hoop. They were pretty in the soft light, and Josh tenderly brushed his thumb over them.

“I love them, baby,” he said gently. He turned to you and gave you a kiss. “I love them. Thank you.”

You smiled. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

He handed them to you. “Can you put them on for me?”

You did, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek when you were done.

“How do they look?” he asked.

“Very handsome,” you said sincerely. Josh always looked handsome, and jewelry only highlighted his natural beauty. You smiled. “I’m glad you like them, honey.”

You and Danny served the cake after all the wrapping paper had been cleared away, and the six of your decided on a round of cards before you watched a movie on the projector Sam and Jake had set up earlier. Danny and Jake were both unfamiliar with the rules to the game Sam picked, so he and Sparrow jumped into a complicated explanation that their partners tried to sort through.

“This is gonna take a minute,” Josh said, leaning close to you.

You gave a soft laugh. “Maybe we should get a drink while we wait.”

He stood and gave you a hand up, and you walked together over to the bar.

“What can I make you, honey?” he asked.

“A salty dog, please,” you said.

He grinned and set about making two cocktails. “My kind of woman.”

He handed you your drink and clinked his glass against yours. “Cheers, baby.”

You tipped your face up for a kiss, and he obliged you. You took a moment just to look at him when you broke apart, admiring the softness of his features in the warm glow of the fairy lights, the glint of gold from his earrings, the way his face paint was a little smudged over his rosy cheeks.

“You want to know something?” you asked softly.

He hummed in agreement.

You touched a hand to his cheek. “I think you shine like the sun, Joshua.”

He smiled, warm and beautiful, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes.

“Thank you, baby.”

You kissed him again, drinking in the feel of him, the gentleness of the warm spring night, the sound of your friends’ laughter mixing with the sound of a familiar John Denver song.

“This is almost a birthday song for you,” you said.

He smiled. “What do you mean?”

“It reminds me of you,” you said. “And it says ‘born in the month of June,’ but we can change it to April.”

You draped your arm over his shoulder and played with the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

“It’s called Eli’s Song,” you said. “But I think we can change it to Josh’s Song. I don’t think Mr. Denver would mind.”

Josh chuckled. “No, I don’t think he’d mind.”

He set his drink aside and pulled you close, swaying you gently to the music.

“You’re starting out strong, you get a kick out of life,” you sang, forgetting to be bashful of your singing voice as Josh smiled. “You like to sing songs and be in the spotlight.”

You gave him a gentle kiss. “And when everybody's watching you, you shine so bright.”

His smile was bright as a sunrise and twice as pretty.

“I love you, Mrs. Kiszka.” He peppered kisses all over your face until you dissolved in giggles.

“And I love to hear you laugh,” he said, his voice warm and affectionate. “I’m so glad I married you, and I’m so glad I get to spend all my birthdays with you.”

You brushed your fingers over his smile. “Me too,” you said softly.

He kissed you until your friend started calling for you, and then he made a display of ignoring them and kissing you some more as he flipped them the bird.

“Josh,” you giggled. He grinned and kissed you one last time before you joined your family again.

“Getting a special birthday present from your wife?” Sam teased.

“Oh, Sammy,” you said with a smirk. “That’s just a little taste of the special present he’s getting tonight.”

Sam clapped his hands over his ears. “Oh, god, forget I said anything.”

You and Josh got a healthy amount of ribbing as Sparrow dealt the cards, and your conversation continued with funny stories and inside jokes as you played. Danny and Jake eventually caught on to the game and then became the most competitive, and your back yard was filled with the comforting chaos of your best friends’ laughter and teasing.

You looked over at Josh, and your heart wobbled when you saw he was already looking at you.

He smiled. “Hi, pretty girl.”

You blushed and gave him a heartsick smile. “Hi, Joshy.” You took his hand. “Do you like your party?”

He brushed his thumb over the back of your hand. “I love it, baby. Thank you so much for putting it together. It’s perfect.”

“I’m glad,” you said. “You deserve a perfect birthday, Josh.”

He leaned in for a kiss, and you melted against him. There, surrounded by your dear friends, celebrating the love of your life — everything was perfect.

“Happy birthday, Josh,” you said gently. “I love you.”

You felt his sunshine smile.

“My sweet baby. I love you too.”

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