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Let’s talk about your hair - Josh Franceschi

Prompt: heeeey do you think you could whip up one where Josh Franceschi and Y/N are ex’s and she’s still friends with the band and they invite her to the party and they get into an argument and Josh kisses her and fluff fluff fluff like he asks her for another chance or something just give it a good ending!!

title creds: let’s talk about your hair - have mercy 

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Took a while to perfect it and even with this, I could do so much better but I like how this is! Enjoy! :) 


“You look great Y/N, dressing like you’re going to meet your ex.” Your roommate, Samantha, laughed. “Well, I most likely am.” Your smile resided to a sigh. “Oh, don’t worry about it. If he’s a jerk, Max’ll kick his ass.” She chuckled. Samantha and Max were really close because they used to have a “thing” for each other but when things didn’t work out, they continued being close like nothing happened, and you envied it. 

You and Josh had broken up over something completely silly; and then the regular argument about “you don’t give me any attention” yada yada yada. 


You bit your nails as you waited for your boyfriend to come over. You knew he’d be drunk, he’s always drunk when he doesn’t get an award at the APMA’s or things of the sort. You couldn’t attend tonight because you had to work, another minor reason why Josh would be pissed off. The real reason, the main one is because you had requested a break from Josh, and he was unhappy about that too, thinking he could count on your being there tonight to parade around and try to get him back. You heard Max’s car roll up. You had instructed Max to bring Josh over, not to let him get in his car because one, he was drunk and two, he was pissed at you. He wouldn’t have come on his own, he’d need to be dragged to your house before he’d come see you himself. 

Josh barged into your house, immediately throwing his keys at the opposing wall to get your attention. You shut your eyes as you flinched, not moving from your seat. “Where were you tonight, Y/N?” He asked in a honey voice, kneeling down in front of you, you not daring to open your eyes. “I was at work, Josh. We need to have a talk,” you calmly stated, finally given the courage to open up your eyes. “No, you’re going to listen to me,” he bellowed, “you had requested a few days away but I thought we’d be finished with arguing by now, but obviously we’re not.” He slurred. “Well, it’s hard to have a good conversation with a drunk.” You said, standing up and walking away from him. 

“We’re having one right now, aren’t we?” He argued, following after you on your way to the kitchen. You shrugged. “But will you remember it? It’s important.” He stomped closer to you. “Well, yeah. I’ll give you the attention that you crave this once.” He grimaced, meeting you at the dining room table. “If anyone craves attention in this relationship, it’s you Josh. It’s always been you,” you growled back. “Y/N, don’t even -” he started but you cut him off. “No, Josh. I’m finished with this, all of this. Get your stuff and leave, just go. Please.” Josh instantly sobered up but looked as though he’d been slapped in the face. “W-what?” He shook his head confused. “We’re done. I want you out of my face and out of my house,” you turned away from him, holding your tears back. 

You couldn’t keep doing this. It had to end sometime. Obviously the break wasn’t enough. Josh was on his way, heartbroken and alone, but there was nothing you could do to fix him or the situation. 


You shook your head to rid the memory and the comment that had left your roommate’s mouth. “No, I’m sure he’ll act civilized. We won’t need Max, tonight at least.” You smiled at her as she opened her arms and pulled you in for a hug. “Go get ‘em, tiger. Make him remember who’s fault it was.” It was mine, you thought, before shoving that one away too. You picked up your keys and walked outside to the car. 

Your butterflies tickled inside of you as you pulled up to the huge house that belonged to Dan, one of the band members that had sided with Josh in your disastrous break up. Dan loved you, but band members over ex girlfriends, right? Him and Chris had both sided with Josh, but when the occasional hang out was upheld, they’d speak to you. Matt and Max had been neutral the whole way. You remembered to smile as you walked in through the front door, instantly being greeted with loud, thumping music. 

You bobbed through the rooms on the first floor hoping to find someone you recognized but when you didn’t, you headed up the stairs with a sigh. You opened one of the doors to a vacant room and plopped down on the bed. 

Where are you guys? Sent: 9:08 

You flinched when you heard the door that led to the bathroom connected to the room opened. “Y/N?” A startled Josh gasped. “Oh, h-hi Josh.” You fiddled with your fingers, not bothering to look up at him. “You look rather lovely. How’ve ya been?” He asked, walking towards you. “The usual, I’ve been doing good.” You shrugged, looking up to see a pair of liquid blue eyes staring down at you. “You know what I mean.” He whispered, sitting on the bed next to you. You sucked in a sharp breath of air. “Emotionally? Trying too hard to be stable,” I’ve managed to keep you out of my thoughts, you wanted to scream at him. 

He smiled sadly. “Your hair has gotten longer.” He pointed out. Your lips twitched into a somewhat awkward smile. “Why are you talking to me?” The words tumbled from your mouth before you could process what you were going to say. He frowned. “What kind of question is that?” You shook your head. “Well - I don’t know…” You trailed off, letting your eyes fall to the floor. “I’m trying to be polite,” he muttered. “Polite? Is that word even in your daily vocabulary?” You glowered at him. He stood up. “Why are you picking fights? We’re at a party, let’s try to have a good time.” He rolled his eyes. “I would be having one if you weren’t talking to me right now,” you spat. “And I would be too if you weren’t such a negative bitch all the damn time.” He growled. Tears sprang into your eyes. “Like I wanted to be here anyways.” You stammered, standing up and walking to the door, ignoring Josh’s swears and apologies as he followed you in your attempt to rejoin the party. 

Once downstairs, you had been sure that you lost him in the crowd. “Whoa, Y/N, how’s it going?” Matt cocked his head after you smacked right into him. “Not now, Matt. I’m sorry,” you shoved past him. “I’ll talk to you later?” He called behind you, not wanting to annoy you further. “Yeah, if I make it back in here,” you smiled over your shoulder, muttering the last bit under your breath. You weaved through the ever-growing crowd until you finally got to the entrance. You slammed the door behind you and took a deep sigh, trying to force yourself not to cry, but it was no use. Tears were flowing down your cheeks in no time. You sat down on the porch step and hugged your jacket tighter to you, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep from shaking. 

You hadn’t even turned to look when you felt someone in your presence. “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry…” he trailed off. “No, you’re not.” You bit back. “I am.” His defense was low, he was trying to be considerate. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he decided to speak up. “I quit drinking.” Your head snapped in his direction. “That’s not funny.” You rolled your eyes, wiping your cheeks with your jacket sleeve. He shrugged. “You don’t believe me?” You sighed. “You’re right, you’ve never lied to me before.” Your bottom lip quivered. “Would you think I were lying if I said that I still loved you?” You watched him as he slid closer. “Or that I really want to kiss you right now?”

You scoffed, shaking your head. The frown came back onto his lips. “Are you standing by the idea that the closure we got felt right to you?” His eyes scanned your face for a sense of assurance. “Well, no. But who’s to say that this is right, also?” You shot back, the pain itching your throat. Your eyes began to well up with tears as all of the old feelings flooded the barricades you had built up around your heart all these months. “Well, listen to your heart…” He offered a sad smile, his fingers pushing your hair behind your ear. In no time, your hands were finding his jacket collar, pulling his lips to yours. 

Josh’s hands caressed your waist as he pulled you closer to him, one reaching up to your face, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. When he released your lips from his, he held you close to his chest as you cried onto his jacket. “Shhh, don’t cry, it’ll be okay. Take deep breaths,” you tried to calm yourself as you gripped onto his arms, not wanting to ever let go. “Josh, I c-can’t do it. I need you in my life, I’ve been such a wreck. Hell, Samantha moved in with me because she’s been so worried about me. Josh, I love you more than anything in this whole damned world.” You sobbed as he rubbed circles into your back. He lifted your face up so you could see his eyes. “I love you too, I never stopped and I never will. I’m sorry that I made you so angry that night we broke up. Everything was my fault, I need you back. I’ve changed, I swear I have. I love you to the moon and back,” he confessed, pressing a small kiss to your lips. 

“Does this mean we can get back together?” You bit your lip, resting your head on his shoulder. “Hell yes, if that’s what you want, because that’s damn sure what I want. We can work this out. It’s what I want more than anything,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “Consider it done then,” you smiled, intertwining your fingers with his.