joshfuckingkiszka

[joshfuckingkiszka]

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓋𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹

joshua michael kiszka - all of the girls you loved before - tba

jacob thomas kiszka - lover - tba

daniel robert wagner - the archer - tba

samuel francis kiszka - cruel summer - tba

bonus - paper rings - tba

#josh kiszka #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiskza #josh gvf #jake gvf #greta van fic #sam gvf #danny gvf #gvf fic #gvf fanfiction #gvf x reader

[joshfuckingkiszka]

𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 - 𝔇ℜ𝔚

drw x f!reader

LAST ONE FOR REP!!

THIS WORK IS 18+ MINORS DNI

warnings: kinda smutty, but not explicitly so, angsty

☮

My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me

It was casual. Well, supposed to be, anyway. Nothing was casual about the way that Danny touched you, or kissed you, or fucked you. There was no way he could say those things - those filthy things - and still say that you were his best friend (or a close second). Casual, it may have been fun, but it was fun. It was inciting enough just to have a piece of what it was like to be with Danny. But he wanted casual. What were you to do?

Pretend. Lie like hell, and think about the consequences when they inevitably caught up to you, a lion stalking an unsuspecting prey. You did everything right: wore sexy lingerie, never asked him on real dates, never pried to know if he was seeing anyone else, never spent the night - all of it. You were spontaneous and fun and all the things you wanted him to believe you were. 

Oh damn, never seen that color blue Just think of the fun things we could do

To be fair, he was really all you had. In any context. A few months of scandal against you and your friends had vanished. You had truly become reliant on Danny, which is probably why you had fallen in love with him so quickly. Who were you kidding? You had been in love with Daniel Wagner since Freshman year when he sat beside you on an empty bus. You fell harder when he asked you to Prom, “as friends of course” - of course. But it had been so hard to miss the blush that flooded his cheeks when you gave him the lightest of all kisses at the end of the night. 

Harder, still when he held you as you cried, green texts and unanswered calls on the phone that you had thrown so hard a tiny crack had formed in the corner. He was there - “I’m here for you, shh.” 

A part of you knew you were being a little overzealous with the whole thing. If he wanted more, he would ask for more. But would he? Would he risk a decade of friendship for something he wasn’t entirely sure about? Wasn’t that what he was doing now, though - risking everything? 

We can't make Any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink

He just wasn’t looking for something serious. You understood, totally (you cried about it so hard you threw up). But what you had was serious. It was haunting and dedicated and frightening. Danny put in just as much he received and, on some level - a very strange one, you felt loved by him. Maybe it was delusion, or some sixth sense, who knows. All you knew: it was delicate. Too much water can kill the flowers, or however you want to phrase it. 

Even though you didn’t pry, it didn't mean you didn’t want to. You were made so anxious by the thought of someone else loving Danny in the way you thought only you could. Every smile at his phone was like a wrench in the gut, dull and painful, but shallow enough that you’d recover. Only to have it hit you again. 

You’d bring it up - casually. During the most intimate of moments, you’d lick at and whisper in his ear, “No one does it like me, huh?” 

He’d moan and agree, “No one, princess,” which filled you with such euphoria that it was its own climax. 

Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine all the damn time

Moments like that you tried to commit his body to memory. The trace of every scar and bump, every curve of muscle and every vein. You tried to find a specific color that matched his eyes, but none were as bright or radiant. They had such life, you could stare into them forever. He’d get the feeling that you were thinking too hard and flip you over, promising to rid you of any thoughts. 

Danny had a talent of making a mess out of you. He’d slide you down the bed, take your arms and bring them up to your head. His lips would graze the skin above your armpit so gently that you couldn’t help the goosebumps - or the moan. Teeth would graze the skin and you’d let them, not wanting to lose any part of him. Any mark he made would stay for days. 

“Your skin’s so delicate, princess.” He’d give you that grin and you both knew he would do it again - and did. 

What he didn’t know was that you were genuinely asking. Did anyone else touch him the way that you did, make him feel the same? Were you really in a position to be allowed to care if they did? In those moments of uncertainty, there was something about the way he reassured you that made you think he was being honest. Whether it was the gaze he held or the tighter his grip got, you weren’t sure. 

That gaze held something in it, though. Something sanguine and so oddly unfamiliar. You had never seen that look in his eyes before, and you liked to pretend it was reserved only for you. Maybe it was. Maybe. 

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head?

There were also boundaries that he wouldn’t seem to cross. He would never ask you to stay, and he never asked if he could. He would only hang out with the rest of the band present, never just the two of you, even if you had done so prior to your arrangement. 

Perhaps that was why you felt so guilty for being so clingy after he had gotten redressed, prepared to leave your apartment. He had cleaned you off, showered after you (never with), and made sure your sheets were clean and your pajamas comfortable before he began to walk to the front door. 

“Danny,” you called before he got to your bedroom door. 

“Yeah, princess?” He turned to face you, hands in his pockets. You noticed his hair was still a little messy, he hadn’t washed it so it stuck to his face in places. Throwing the sheets off of you, you sat on your knees near the end of the bed. 

You beckoned him, “Your hair.” A finger moved his strands to their correct places and you smoothed the top of his head, trying to tame any flyaways. 

“Thanks, princess.” He smiled and turned back around. 

“Wait.” You were done. Done with the rules, the stupid, arbitrary rules that were never written in stone anyway. It was terrifying, but that was the risk. You could do everything in your power, and he could say no. But he could say yes. 

“I want you to stay - can you stay? Tonight? Is that okay?” Your eyes were begging him to agree. You were so scared he would say no and walk out of your life forever. 

“Yeah,” he kissed your lips casually, “I’ll stay.”

Isn't it delicate?

〚taglist〛

gvf: @doodle417, @brokenbellz, @gretavanfleas, @pyrojoshy, @greta-van-chaos, @xserenax-13, @hayley1623, @kdarling1, @autumns30, @keighoe, @chalametpwk, @sammysvanfeet, @shawnsthighs, @gretavanbitches, @sammiejane22, @gretavanbestie, @jordierama, @alexxavicry, @spark-my-nature, @rainy-darling

danny: @loofypoofy

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[joshfuckingkiszka]

🍒fic vault round 2🍒

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[joshfuckingkiszka]

ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔩 ℑ𝔱 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔚𝔞𝔫𝔱 - 𝔖𝔉𝔎

sfk x f!reader

I have an initial necklace hehe (he has mine on a bracelet)

THIS ACCOUNT IS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

taylor's version masterpost

reputation masterpost

☮

My castle crumbled overnight I brought a knife to a gunfight

May third was the last time your friends heard from you. You remembered how the rain had been so humid and suffocating, the leaves just having returned to the branches. Flowers had begun to bloom but you had never felt more shrunken and frail, threatening to fall from the branches to the icy grass. Mark had shattered your heart into a million pieces the previous day, and your friends had arrived at your apartment, attempting to put you back together. 

All you could manage was to ask for space, and your absence worried them greatly. They were convinced you had spiraled in the six months since you had spoken. Truthfully, you had been, for a few weeks, anyway. On the first day that you left your apartment for something other than work or class, you had made your way into a previously loved bookstore. Mark had taken you there on a first date, and it became a regular date spot. 

All the jokers dressin' up as kings They fade to nothin' when I look at him

At that moment, you were angry. Hopelessly angry. Filled with rage at how easy he made it seem to leave you. Picking up his favorite book from a dusty shelf, you sneered at it, like it was him with the well-loved pages and cover with distressed corners. I bet you think about me, you thought, I’m harder to forget than I was to leave. 

“Are you, uh, gonna buy that or just keep making angry faces at it?” You jumped at the silky voice. 

“Oh, sorry,” You held it out to him, “I’m not - you can have it.” 

“I’m not buying.” He laughed, gesturing to the nametag pinned to his shirt. 

A warmth in your cheeks appeared and you placed the book gingerly on the shelf. 

“Are you new? I’m here all the time and I’ve never seen you.” 

“Yeah, college isn’t gonna pay for itself.” 

You both laughed and that was the beginning. In between work and school, you would visit Sam, at the library or his apartment, where you met his best friend, Danny, for the first time. Though, Danny had walked in on you making out with Sam on the couch, so you could’ve made a better first impression, but oh well. 

All my flowers grew back as thorns Windows boarded up after the storm

Truthfully, you had spiraled those first few weeks of absolute gut wrenching heartache, determined you were fated to drown. Sam had been a torch in a dark tunnel, a device meant to keep you afloat, and he had done just that. Sam made you laugh and took your breath away all at once. 

The two of you spent Friday nights in bars, dancing with each other as you drank cheap beer. The glow of blue neon signs illuminated your head on his chest, and you could practically see the thumping of your own heart in your chest, and he, the same. 

Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right

It was great. For about two months. Then it - well, you - came crashing down. It was all too overwhelming, school, work, the future, life. Were you what Sam wanted? You didn’t even have to ask yourself the reverse, he was all you could ever want. 

When he knocked on your door, he found it unlocked. He went to joke about being a serial killer when he saw you crumpled in front of the couch, sobs wracking your body. The quip immediately slipped back into his mouth and he ran to hold you. You could hear his frantic heartbeat from your position on his chest, and you apologized for the tears and snot on his shirt. 

"You don't need to save me But would you run away with me?"

“Baby, I don’t care,” he laughed in worry, “what’s wrong?” When you couldn’t talk through the tears, he didn’t expect an answer. Sam just held you, your hands gripping his flannel so tightly you thought it might tear. 

After an hour, your tears had subsided, perhaps from dehydration, but you didn’t really care. He still held on just as tightly, until you began to untangle yourself from his grasp. Your throat was sore and your voice hoarse, and surely your face was stained with your smeared makeup from the day. That’s not how he looked at you though, he looked at you the way he looked at sunsets, dazzled and bewildered and wonderfully. 

“What’s wrong with my baby, hm?” He caressed your jaw, his long fingers finding residence in the mess of your hair. 

“It’s just - well, am I what you want? You could have anyone -” He cut you off. 

“You are all I want, need, and everything in between, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere until you give me the word.” It was firm in a way you’d never heard Sam Kiszka speak. But he was right. 

My baby's fly like a jet stream High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new

The days that followed were not awkward, but had an air of delicacy around them. Like he was afraid to say the wrong thing. You apologized, and he assured you had no reason to. He was learning your boundaries, studying them so he could wrap himself around them and protect you. 

One of those days, a new necklace appeared on you, and he wasn’t certain. He thought it might be - no, there was no way. Finally, he stopped you in the hallway as you were coming out of a shower. His fingers picked up the letter on your chest, inspecting its curves and the way it shined in the light. Sam knew you better than anyone, he deserved to be monumentally represented as a permanent part of your appearance. 

“An ‘S.’ For Sam. Or Sammy. Or Samuel. Or-” He kissed you to shut you up.

Call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want To

〚taglist〛

gvf: @doodle417, @brokenbellz, @gretavanfleas, @pyrojoshy, @greta-van-chaos, @xserenax-13, @hayley1623, @kdarling1, @autumns30, @keighoe, @chalametpwk, @sammysvanfeet, @shawnsthighs, @gretavanbitches, @sammiejane22, @gretavanbestie, @jordierama, @alexxavicry, @spark-my-nature, @rainy-darling

sammy: @harmoniousharry

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[joshfuckingkiszka]

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔐𝔶 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 - 𝔇ℜ𝔚

drw x f!reader

this one is sweet and I love it

warnings: mentions of sex and pessimism

THIS BLOG IS 18+ MINORS DNI

taylor's version masterpost

reputation masterpost

☮

I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own I made up my mind, I'm better off bein' alone

Was there something wrong with prioritizing work and school? In your mind, absolutely not. However, whenever you received another invitation to a high school friend’s wedding, it put a seed of doubt in your head. All of these acquaintances had met their true love in college, or high school, or, god forbid, middle school, and where were you? Studying. 

Everyone assured you that everyone blooms in their own time, and comparison is the thief of joy, blah, blah blah. You were only convinced to attend an outdoor wedding in the middle of June with the promise of an open bar and wedding cake. The dress was a mauve purple maxi dress, that compressed your body in a way that made you feel like a goddess (and was sure to make you sweat). The neckline sat below spaghetti straps and wasn’t incredibly showy, but to ensure respect, you wore a light gray shrug cardigan and paired the outfit with white satin pumps. Looking at your reflection instilled a bout of confidence, yet you sighed. What’s that saying? Always a wedding guest, never a bride, or something to that effect. 

The wedding was charming, if a little gauche. You and Caroline had maintained a friendship since Freshman year, where she met Todd, and that was it for the both of them. The ceremony was beautiful and the speeches given by their friends and family were tear jerking. You congratulated the happy couple then immediately made your way to the bar, where you ordered a strong enough cocktail to make you cough at the first sip. 

“Careful there,” a voice interrupted, “I do not know CPR.” 

“Don’t worry, if I stop breathing, let me.” The voice was silent. “Oh, that was a … weird thing to say, I’m sorry.” 

You turned, to make the apology more sincere, and quite enjoyed the view. He was a few inches over six feet, with a mane of dark, curly hair that fell just shy of his shoulders. He said something but your hearing was failing you at the moment. He bumped your shoulder in jest, a smirk shining on his lips. 

Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

A few weeks later, you would have thought you had known Danny your whole life. He certainly felt like he had been there forever, like a friend from Kindergarten you remember fondly, but whose name falls short. He was quick to introduce you to his friends and bandmates, who welcomed you with open arms. 

More than his presence, Danny was like no man you had ever met before. Although neither of you had thought to label what you were, his lips randomly spilled with “baby”s and “honey”s instead of your name, like they were your moniker.  It wasn’t until about a month after your meeting that Danny kissed you for the very first time. It felt so natural, like your lips were where his belonged, where they should stay forever and you would never need to breathe. 

In that moment, every quip or pessimistic remark you had made about love was proven wrong. You were wrong. Nothing ever was or would be more important than Daniel Wagner, and each kiss he continued to plant made you tipsier than any wine or liquor ever could. His hands grasped at your hips like you were the only thing stabilizing him to the earth, reaching into your soul and touching you where you had been so sure had disappeared. Screw anything you thought was worth anything, because this was worth everything, and his lips could have been coated in gold, they were so valuable. 

The opulence that his kiss instilled was just enough of a reason to agree to go with him on a weekend getaway. Of course, he asked, knowing your bag was already packed, and as soon as the “sure” left your lips, he was dragging you to his car. The drive to Gatlinburg wasn’t very long, but you would have given anything to make it longer, to hear his voice sing various 80s tunes, his fingers drumming along on the steering wheel. To have his hand extended over the console, waiting for yours, so he could kiss your knuckles.  

And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat And we rule the kingdom inside my room (inside my room, oh)

The weekend, too, passed quickly. You played board games with him in the warm glow of the fireplace, forced him to watch early 2000s rom-coms (and saw him tear up at Bridget Jones’s Diary), and laid with him under pale moonlight, between flannel bed sheets, listening to the thumping rhythm in his chest. It was almost musical. 

On Monday, you were back at work, aching to go back in time, for just a second, to relive those moments where it was just the two of you. That strange feeling in your chest made you nervous, in a good way. During his regular texts to you that day, Danny casually mentioned a house party one of his friends in another band was throwing, silently asking you to go with him. Of course you would, you would go anywhere with him. 

Your studious days in college didn’t allow much for parties, at all, really. You had managed to attend one that got shut down by the cops, in the first fifteen minutes of your attendance. That had been an omen to you, that you simply just were not meant to be a partier. Danny, oh, he was a natural, much like he was at everything else. You were giddy at the idea of the red plastic cup in your hand, like you were 16 again, and Danny just laughed and kissed your forehead. 

When it got too loud that Danny could no longer hear you, he gently grabbed your hand, leading you to a bedroom upstairs. 

Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff Baby, all at once, this is enough

“If you think I’m having sex with you in here-” 

“No!” He laughed, opening the window. The roof outside was relatively flat, easy enough to maintain sitting on it, and he climbed out. When he steadied himself, he held his hand out for you, and you couldn’t help but smile as you took it. 

As Danny held your body close to his, he pointed out different guests, and told you various pieces of gossip that he had heard. You’d laugh occasionally, but you couldn’t help but lose focus, keeping your gaze on him, but your mind on the thought of him. Finally, that Saturday, at 10:38 P.M., you realized that you were in love with Daniel Wagner. For the first time, you basked in it, let yourself absorb the warmth of sharing a heart with someone. All of the little things about Danny held your focus for longer than you could manage to comprehend. The slope of his nose, each curl in his hair, and those dark eyes, with hints of gold and mischief. 

“-I love you.” You hadn’t meant to interrupt him. But the smile on his face told you he didn’t really mind. 

“I love you too, baby.” He leaned in for a kiss, effectively sealing the deal. Danny owned you, but you owned him too.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

〚taglist〛

gvf: @doodle417, @brokenbellz, @gretavanfleas, @pyrojoshy, @greta-van-chaos, @xserenax-13, @hayley1623, @kdarling1, @autumns30, @keighoe, @chalametpwk, @sammysvanfeet, @shawnsthighs, @gretavanbitches, @sammiejane22, @gretavanbestie, @jordierama, @alexxavicry, @spark-my-nature, @rainy-darling

danny: @loofypoofy

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[joshfuckingkiszka]

𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 - 𝔍𝔗𝔎

jtk x f!reader

I love this song SO much UGH

warnings: alcohol usage, mentions of fwb situation, hickeys, lil angst

THIS BLOG IS 18+ MINORS DNI

taylor's version masterpost

reputation masterpost

☮

Our secret moments in your crowded room They got no idea about me and you

Even though your own gaze had found purchase on the chip in your big toe’s nail polish through your open toed heels, another’s scorched your cheek. His stare was reminiscent of the ones he gave you in the bedroom, and you blushed at the thought. In his deep brown eyes, lay memories of the previous night, which could be found in the left side of your bed, where his shape had stayed because you couldn’t find it in yourself to make it and destroy whatever he had left. 

You found that if you stared for too long, the craving for him would become abhorrently intense. By the smirk on his gorgeous face, you knew that he could see how shaky your champagne-filled hand and your deep breaths had become. 

In your attempt to make it seem like you weren’t staring for too long - don’t attract too much attention - you realized you had lost him in the crowd. That being, before his long finger was tapping you on the shoulder and for a second, your heart stopped. The fear did not cause the abnormal beat, but his presence did, and everything seemed to halt in that moment. 

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” You rolled your eyes at his saccharine tone. 

Caving in, you answered, “I would be more if there weren’t … such a crowd.” Subtle. 

“I can see how that would bother you.” 

When he offered no explanation, you countered, “How so?” 

“Well those bruises peeking out from under all that makeup on your chest looks like they hurt.” You blushed, covering what only he knew was there. 

“I told you not to be so … obvious with your … affection,” you lightly scolded him, even though you had practically begged him for them. The same way you would probably beg him later on. 

He hummed as a first response, pausing then asking, “New dress?” 

“Mhm.” You took a sip of your champagne, your head swimming despite how little you had drunk. “New other things too.” 

He couldn’t even reply before Josh was pulling him away, apologizing but insisting his presence was required. You scoffed when you saw Jake clearly playing wingman for Josh, some girl hanging off of his arm, and you downed your drink, heading for another. 

At the end of the night, Jake ended up at your apartment once more. The tipsiness was affecting both of you but your drunken kissing was so much more intoxicating. 

Everyone thinks that they know us But they know nothing about

“You’re all mine, you know that?” It wasn’t in the normal dominating tone he donned in the bedroom. There was a softness to him in that moment, and he caressed your jaw as he spoke and even after. 

You looked at him in earnest, wondering how anyone could ever deserve him. “I know Jakey.” 

“I don’t think you do.” He smiled and went back in for another sparkling kiss. He was yours but Jake Kiszka belonged to everyone around him: his brothers, his friends, his fans. 

You needed him like you needed the air around you to fill your lungs, and some part of you hoped he needed you in the same way. It was a selfish thought, of course, but you had given up the most needed parts of yourself to him. Your affection was his, your hope was his, your heart, well, I think you know. 

When your “relationship,” or whatever it was, first started, you had the generic friends-with-benefits rules: no mouth kissing, no staying the night, no feelings etc. However, as time passed, the rules felt arbitrary, and you had both come to ignore them no matter the personal cost. Jake loved the taste of your lips after a night out with your friends. You loved curling up next to him, and, even more, waking up with him. The feelings were there, yet unspoken. The last rite of passage before it became an official relationship, and neither of you were sure when to take that step. You needed him to confirm what you already held as fact. So much that you were willing to almost ruin it. 

Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

“Danny asked me out.” He was silent, and you watched his eyes harden. 

“Well,” he cleared his throat, “what did you say?” You scoffed. 

He could be so dumb when he wanted to be. “Of course, I said no.” Like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it was. 

“Why?” The obvious answer would be that you loved Jake, but that wasn’t even the obvious question. Jake wasn’t asking why you turned his friend down, he was asking why you told him. Truthfully, you weren’t really sure. 

Your throat tightened a bit as you spoke, “I just wanted you to know.”

“Know what, exactly?” He asked with a hum and a sharp inquiry of your name. 

“I-I don’t know, know that he asked. Know that other people are interested. Know that I feel like I’m losing every sense of self the longer I tell myself that one day you’ll man up and tell me that you love me so I don’t have to keep telling myself!” 

Even in my worst lies You saw the truth in me

He softened. “I never meant for that to happen, baby.” Tears had nearly breached the edge of your eye and you wanted them to, to make him feel worse, to know that he made you cry. 

“I don’t want to keep pretending that our relationship is strictly professional, or god, friendly! If it’s a conflict of interest, I-I’ll fucking resign and find something else, but I don’t want to find anyone else to share my heart with, Jacob, I can’t.” I already gave it all to you - went unspoken. 

“Okay,” he spoke calmly as he reached to hold you in his embrace, and you welcomed him. 

“I’m not good at coming up with words on the spot, but I want you to know that every fiber of my being belongs to you, that my soul is yours to keep and cherish for as long as you want. I love you.”

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

〚taglist〛

gvf: @doodle417, @brokenbellz, @gretavanfleas, @pyrojoshy, @greta-van-chaos, @xserenax-13, @hayley1623, @kdarling1, @autumns30, @keighoe, @chalametpwk, @sammysvanfeet, @shawnsthighs, @gretavanbitches, @sammiejane22, @gretavanbestie, @jordierama, @alexxavicry, @spark-my-nature, @rainy-darling

jokey: @loofypoofy, @livkiszka

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[joshfuckingkiszka]

Eras Masterlist - JMK

» undercut

» the stress of college is nothing compared to the cute guy who only texts you for a good time.

» fluffy

» he's different, not the same 21 year old asshole. now it's domestic and warm with him.

» jullet

» living out the future. josh knows who he is and what he wants: you.

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[joshfuckingkiszka]

𝔈𝔫𝔡 𝔊𝔞𝔪𝔢 - 𝔍𝔐𝔎

jmk x f!reader

first of many, enjoy ;)

THIS BLOG IS 18+ MINORS DNI

warnings: mentions of alcohol, fake dating trope (it's a fave and I not be sorry), bit of angst, josh is a cutie

taylor's version masterpost

reputation masterpost

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Young Starlet Caught in Compromising Position!

Your publicist was less than pleased about the headline. Even though you had insisted nothing had happened, and that picture was simply a case of a bad angle. It wasn’t looking great, though. To be fair, the picture was pretty bad. A bruise painted your neck, lipstick smudged around your mouth as some guy grabbed your hips from behind.

It would be hard to explain yourself out of that one, to be honest. Regardless of whether the picture was accurately depicting your actions of the night, the fans had seen it. Your image had already been tainted in their eyes, and it would be nearly impossible to recover. 

Big reputation, big reputation Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations, ah

Rather than attempting to, it was decided that you required a rebrand. It started with the incorporation of darker clothes into your “wardrobe” - quoted only because it was what was chosen for you. Interviews began to shift to questioning the possibility of heavier music, to which you would coyly suggest it was possible. 

Then you released a new single. It caught the attention of rock fans everywhere. There was a sudden call for a genre change, which you hoped so desperately for. The last few years of your life had made you feel like a sell out. You traded the humanity and meaning in your music for tracks that would generate streams and ranks on charts. 

Within a couple years, no one remembered the popstar you had been. It was all about the rockstar you had become. And you were a big one. 

It wasn’t overwhelming anymore. The work you put in was hard and abundant, but it was genuine. It showed in the love that poured from the fans over social media and in the crowds of your sold out shows. 

A world tour was in the talks and an opening act was in question. Someone suggested a band you had heard a handful of times before: Greta Van Fleet, not that you ever really had time to immerse yourself in a new band. From the videos you’d seen and the songs you’d heard, you would be lucky to have them on tour with you. They were getting relatively popular and you knew you had to strike fast to get them on the setlist. 

“I have a surprise for you!” Gene, your publicist, exclaimed in a sing-song tune. 

“Ugh, last time you said that, I had a snake draped over my body. Still mad at you for that, actually.” You only looked up from your phone for the last sentence, otherwise preoccupied with a daunting game of 8 Ball with your best friend. 

“Well, this one I’m not sure is much better, if we’re being honest,” he trailed off, “the label loves you, you know that.” 

“Uh oh.” You weren’t worried. 

“But in a recent poll, they found that fans think you’re …how do I put this …boring?” He strung his words together carefully, as to not offend you. It wasn’t his tone of voice that concerned you. 

“Boring?! I’m practically fucking a mic stand every night!” 

“Not enough anymore, babe.” He was being rather nonchalant, and you realized that being called “boring” wasn’t even the main issue that was being presented. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, “So what are they going to do about it, Gene.” His name came out like the sparking embers of a fire on the forest floor. 

And I heard about you, ooh (yeah) You like the bad ones too

That was how you ended up at an intimate restaurant in Nashville, across from Josh Kiszka. He was nervous and it was actually kind of cute. It reminded you of a real date, something you hadn’t had in ages. 

“I like your dress. Green. That’s my favorite color,” his eyes raked over the silk of your dress. It extended to your ankles, a slit daring to expose your leg. The straps were a little tight, and prevented you from wearing a normal bra, and the tape holding up your breasts was peeling from sweat. 

“I know,” you chuckled, “everything about this is set up to be as persuasive as possible.”

“Oh. Either way. It looks great on you.” He was genuine, and as the night went on, you found that it wasn’t even his most endearing trait. 

Just as the clock was about to hit 11, he was standing on your front porch, wishing he didn’t have to leave. This was an arrangement, a plan to draw attention to the both of you, driving up streams and ticket sales. 

As you stood on your porch, hand lingering on the door as if it was a riddle, so close to him that you could practically taste the wine on his lips, you realized something. You realized that you were going to inevitably fall in love with Josh Kiszka, undeniable force meets immovable object. It was almost expected that dread would fill your stomach as you recognized this fate, but it never came. Instead, butterflies flew in its place. 

I've passed days without fun, this endgame is the one With four words on the tip of my tongue I'll never say

A month and half later, and several dates to show, you had proven yourself correct. But, who could blame you? What about Josh wasn’t lovable? 

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” you announced to the meeting. There were a few label executives, Gene, and Josh with his team. 

“What?” Josh was the first to say anything, and his face portrayed betrayal. 

“Yeah, what he said,” Gene added. 

You sighed, “I don’t want to pretend to be in a relationship anymore. That’s not what my job is, and I don’t see how it adds any value to my music.” 

“B-But, this is what’s going to sell the tickets. A love story, performing together in the throes of romance.” You glared at the executive. 

“No, our raw talent and meaningful music will sell tickets. I will not be told who I can date, when I can see them, and especially when I can break up with them. If that’s a problem, I’m sure another record label would have no problem meeting my demands.” 

This is what drew Josh to you: your fiery passion. In spite of that, he was upset, especially since you hadn’t even discussed it with him. He was under the impression that you liked him, maybe even liked him. God, he felt like a middle schooler again, paired with the pretty girl for a project only for her to ask for a different partner halfway through. 

I don't wanna touch you (I don't wanna be) Just another ex-love (you don't wanna see)

As it turns out, the label no longer had a problem meeting your demands. You waited outside the board room for Josh, pulling him aside when he came out, head hung low. 

“It’s not you, trust me.” 

“Oh, then it’s you?” 

“No. Listen, I don’t want to be told to date you, or what happens over the course of our ‘relationship.’ I don’t want the pressure of having to pretend to love you.” 

“I get it, believe me. You don’t have to explain.” 

“I want to do it by myself, on my terms. Love you, I mean. And believe me, I do.” 

He looked up for the first time, his eyes were beautiful. But you already knew that. 

“I don’t want to have to forget you, and never see you again because the tour is over. I want our love to be ours, and no one else’s.” 

Josh smiled, he agreed.

I wanna be your endgame, endgame

〚taglist〛

gvf: @doodle417, @brokenbellz, @gretavanfleas, @pyrojoshy, @greta-van-chaos, @xserenax-13, @hayley1623, @kdarling1, @autumns30, @keighoe, @chalametpwk, @sammysvanfeet, @shawnsthighs, @gretavanbitches, @sammiejane22, @gretavanbestie, @jordierama, @alexxavicry, @spark-my-nature, @rainy-darling

joshy: @prophetofthedune, @loofypoofy, @gretavangracee

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release dates are out, mark your calendars!

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔳𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡

joshua michael kiszka - end game - march 12, 2024

jacob thomas kiszka - dress - march 14, 2024

daniel robert wagner - king of my heart - march 16, 2024

samuel francis kiszka - call it what you want - march 18, 2024

bonus - delicate - march 20, 2024

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[joshfuckingkiszka]

there is a feral voice in my head saying absolutely foul things about this man rn 😔

Josh spam 💥

#joshy <3 #mk posts

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highway tune in the dollar general market

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don’t think that i can’t see the irony with what danny posted on mlk day and the band’s silence on palestinian genocide

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USE YOUR VOICE GRETA VAN FLEET

If it hasn’t been abundantly clear how much I absolutely love the boys, I’m incredibly disappointed in how silent they have been. I’ve already voiced this before, but they do have impact. For the people saying that Greta not speaking about world issues shouldn’t be a big deal are just as complacent and dismissive of the actual pain going on in the world. We hear time and time again in their songs, messages of anti-war and the destruction that hate can bring and we have a duty to spread love, where is that love? Where is it? I’m a Grestie through and through, and I’m also an Arab Grestie. My grandparents and my extended family are Palestinian.

I was born and lived in the Middle East, more specifically Jordan, for long enough to know and feel the pain that my family and friends in Palestine are facing, seeing my heritage and traditions being wiped out right before my eyes. And I feel so guilty because I’m here now, a US citizen in the safety of my home watching it unfold. Imagine how people in Gaza are feeling? You absolutely can’t. The people in the West Bank are facing that fear of the inevitable if we don’t speak up and act. As for the hostages, captured both by the IOF and H*m*s, they’re not knowing any peace either.

For the people citing that the reason why they won’t speak on it is because of the mistreatment of LGBTQIA+ folks contradicts with Josh, that is not okay. Yes, we absolutely SHOULD and HAVE TO ensure safety of EVERYONE, no matter who they love or what they identify as, but repeating false rhetoric without any proof blatantly shows your Islamophobia and xenophobia. You regurgitate information being fed to you by bigoted sources with a reputation for falsifying experiences like it’s nothing. Not to mention, the US isn’t very safe right now for LGBTQ+ folk either. If we were under attack right now, would you stay silent too because Tennessee, Florida, and Texas are enacting hateful bills? Or are you staying silent now because they’re brown. Why don’t you actually ask a Queer Arab what it’s like over there? Talk to them? They exist, and they’re all over social media. And what about Queer Palestinians? Do they not deserve your advocacy?

I listened to and fell in LOVE with Greta Van Fleet because of their message. “They pass the torch and it still burns” gives me goosebumps everytime I listen to Age of Man, it serves as a reminder that through generations, we have a duty to fight and do better. “We do not fight for war, but to save the lives of those who do so” ARE YOU KIDDING? It is RIGHT THERE IN THEIR SONGS! If you still are dismissing the legitimate callout of the boys to speak on an issue WHO EMPHASIZE THE IMPORTANCE OF SPEAKING ON ISSUES LIKE THIS, or you’re dismissing the pain that people who do have legitimate connection to the land in Palestine, please listen to the songs again. Reflect. And if you still don’t get it, I don’t have any hope for you.

I am so heartbroken, upset, and I will absolutely NOT let someone guilt me into not calling the boys out because “we should leave politics out of it”. This isn’t about politics. This is about HUMAN LIFE. Have empathy and for god’s sake, SHOW IT. SPEAK UP AND CALL OUT.

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me n taylor 🥰🥰🥰

Making a friend on tumblr is like where have you been all my life ? You're my best friend you're my sibling, you're my soulmate. let's not talk for weeks at a time. Why do you live on the other side of the world? Here's a funny story of what happened to me today and let's cry over our favorite's actor's dick. let's talk about our trauma, let's talk about our worst fears. Did you see that new pic from that show we both like? I've read this quote and I thought of you. Let's have a movie marathon when we meet irl. Let's run away together and hoard dogs in the south of france

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talking to the josh kiszka ai for uh,,,,,research purposes,,,,yeah

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i am nothing if not a follower, if i sent out christmas cards, would anyone want one 🥺

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[joshfuckingkiszka]

hate me if you want but

*yells*

i miss josh without facial hair

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