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fear the dark
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Call me Jules, she/they
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So glad u like it!!!! 😘💚💚💚
Made a little smth for you, hope you like it 🥰
Sending u all the stars tonight! ✨✨
Joshy for me?🥰 why thank you my sunshine 🌸
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Hello my loves!!
I'm going back to writing "Written in Stars", but I'd like to ask you all to be gentle about this story. It's kind of my venting about grief and i'm kind of in the early stages of it so please be have patience for me.
Anyways... I love you all so so so much
See you soon with a next chapter xxx ❤️
~Jules
#my writing#gvf#greta van fleet#jake kiszka#jake gvf#jake kiszka fanfic#jake kiszka fic#gvf fanfiction
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Nostalgia is like hey remember that time in your life when you were unbearably sad and angry all the time? What if you weren't? What if you actually miss it? What if magnolia trees never smell like that again?
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God, that's so good 😍😍😍. They're both so cute and her being their stylist 👌🏻👌🏻.
You're In and Out of Fashion - Sam Kiszka x Reader
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You were proud of the work you had done. It had been an extremely hectic week, but you managed to pull everything together. Being the stylist for Greta Van Fleet was so much fun, but could be very taxing. You had gotten all of the pieces together and sent away for alterations, but some had gotten lost in inventory or others ripped. Luckily you could do a handful of things with sewing and had extra articles of clothing lying around.
"Oh, dearest Y/N!" Josh called once he entered the building they'd be having their big photoshoot in. "Make me even prettier."
With a light laugh you shoved him in the direction of the makeup artists. "That's their job. Don't get my outfits dirty!" One by one each of the guys greeted you, slowly shuffling past with tiredness in their eyes. No one had as much energy as Joshua.
"Hey, Y/N," Sam smiled sleepily, pulling you into a side hug. You tried to not let your cheeks burn. You took your job very seriously and wanted to remain as professional as possible, but the youngest Kiszka made your heart flutter.
"Hiya, Sammy. Perk up! We've gotta get this photoshoot going!" You ushered him to the dressing room where the rest of the guys had begun putting on their outfits.
"Oh my god, I look damn good in this!" Danny exclaimed, admiring himself in the mirror. "You're a genius, Y/N."
You smiled and shrugged a little. "Well it helps that I have such great models."
As they dressed, you flitted around helping with various things. Zipping Josh's jumpsuit, rolling Jake's sleeves, fixing any buttons that popped. You were determined to make them look their best.
"Y/N? Can you put these necklaces on me? My fingers keep slipping." You turned to see Sam holding up three necklaces, finally all dressed in his suit and looking dapper as ever. You walked over as he turned around, lifting his pretty locks out of the way for you. You carefully did the clasps around his neck, taking your time so you could be close to him for a little longer. Your fingers brushed his neck and goosebumps rose in their trail.
Sam dropped his hair and turned to you, a little smile on his lips. "That tickled," he giggled lightly.
Before you could apologize, they were being whisked away by the photographer. You felt a little dizzy. Sam left you feeling weak in the knees, but this was your job. You had to think rationally.
You watched as the photographer worked his magic. You paid careful attention to the outfits, making sure nothing ripped or looked off. As much as you needed to focus, you felt tingly as you watched Sam. His serious eyes when they needed an intense picture, silliness at other times. You had to be close to him again.
Digging around in your bag, you found a thin piece of fabric that matched perfectly with Sam's suit. "Excuse me," you approached the photographer. "Can I add this to an outfit really fast?"
The man glanced at his watch and nodded his head. "Yeah, I think we need a little break anyways."
The crew and the other boys dispersed, looking for food or various activities to partake in, but you held Sam's gaze. "I just want to see of this looks good," you said quietly, beginning to delicately place the fabric around his neck like a scarf. His gaze was on you, and his breath fanned across your face. Gentle touches were brushed across his neck as you adjusted the makeshift scarf, and you swore he got closer to you.
"Does it look good?" he said almost in a whisper.
"I don't think so," your voice shook. Was there actually tension, or was it just your imagination? "I'd rather see those necklaces."
Grabbing the scarf once more, you slowly pulled it off, running your fingers along the base of his throat as you did so. He grabbed your wrist, and you dropped the scarf, finally looking into his eyes. He gingerly brought your hand to his face, fingertips pressing lightly to his cheek. "You're really pretty," he mumbled, holding his palm to the back of your hand. You watched his eyes linger on your lips, making butterflies hatch in your stomach.
You grabbed at his suit jacket with your free hand and pulled him flush to you, giving him the permission he needed. Carefully, he brought his face to yours, lips barely brushing. "Needed this so bad," he murmured before pressing his lips to yours. It was soft and sweet, and honestly, you really needed this too. He let his lips linger for a moment before pulling away, eyes sparkling and full of hope.
"Are you free tomorrow? There's this little café not too far from here that reminds me of you. I'd love to take you."
You nodded your head eagerly, chest tightening with excitement. "I'd love to go with you. Will you kiss me again before we have to get back to work?" You felt slightly silly asking, but you were dying to have his lips on yours again.
He gave you the cheekiest smile before pulling you in again. Just as sweet as before, but a little more needy.
"Thank god!" Jake yelled through a mouthful of croissant. "I was so sick of watching you two dance around each other! Puppy love makes me sick."
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(This is dannythedog) ☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity!! ☆ 💝💝💝💝
Awww, Ilysm 💕💕💕 thank u my sunshine 🌞
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Just wanted you guys to know that if u want to talk about gvf or ramble about ideas and passions then I'm here 👋🏻👋🏻. I'm sorry I'm too shy to start a conversation with you guys 🥺. Promise that I'm kind ❤️
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Guys, she's so talented 😍
Hello the sunshine of my day 💕! Can I request a fluff with our lovely boy Jakey. Something about reader being an artist (you know why 😏). You know how much I love your writing 🥺, sending a massive hug your way. Love you!💕💕
love youu!! i took a break from my sociology studies to write this for u i hope u like it <3
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You huff in frustration and set down your laptop. You can’t get the hue of your character’s eyes right no matter how hard you try.
“What’s wrong, darling?”
Jake must notice your frustration as he’s giving you a deeply concerned look. He knows how much your art means to you just like you know how much his music means to him. It was something you loved about the two of you, you understood each others passions and supported them. If Jake was having a particularly rough time perfecting a riff or chord sequence, you would make him a steaming cup of tea and make him set his guitar down. Just for a moment, to get a breather. He always did the same for you and this time was no exception as you watch him get ready to walk into the kitchen, no doubt to make you a signature cup of tea.
You put your hand on his arm, stopping him in his tracks and making him sit down next to you on the couch.
“I just can’t get it right, i’ve been messing with the colors for half an hour now.” You admit sheepishly.
He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer to him, allowing you to breathe in the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
“You’ve been working on it all day. Wanna go cuddle in bed and I’ll order some food?” You smile at his sweet gesture and nod, feeling grateful for having such a great boyfriend to support you and your work.
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i learned that a cow escaped from a Polish farm and was spotted months later living with a herd of wild bison (x)
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Some of y’all think that holding hands and sharing a bed is immediately romantic, and this is why people cannot differentiate between romantic, platonic, and familial forms of love.
#why do people think that everything has to be romantic#im very touchy feely person#im like that with friends#ill cuddle the fuck out of you#I'll make you tea#watch your fave movie with you#I'll hold your hand if you're feeling anxious
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every one of my followers gets a little bowl of soup from the pot bubbling in the middle of my blog and a slice of bread with homemade butter on the side
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this local woman who has a tomboy kid reached out to my butch group to see if a few of us wouldn’t mind having brunch with her family and a couple more of the girls tomboy friends, cuz she read that it’s important for your development to have adult versions of “people like you” in your life when you’re growing up. which is definitely true. so we’re going over tomorrow. can you believe that? like, I’m gonna cry.
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artists fuck better because we turn sex into art, masterpieces, mattresses become canvases where we can paint our love to someone with bodies.
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Shout out to all the notes-app poems, love letters, secrets, novels, diary entries, bucket lists and lyrics that were hurredly typed into people’s phones at 3am and then hidden from the world and forgotten. Maybe one day you’ll open the app and laugh at how pretentious you were, or maybe you’ll smile at that part of yourself that noone else saw
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Reblog and put in the tags how you celebrate the arrival of Autumn, if you do.
#i make myself my special coffee#some tomato soup#and I sit in warm hoodie and admire the nature 🥺#i freaking loooove autumn
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