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joshym · 11 months

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“all of you is accepted and celebrated here”

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Watch Me ☾: Josh x f!Reader

You love getting to support Josh in all of his pursuits, but sometimes your anxiety gets the best of you. And knowing this, he finds the perfect way to use music to offer you comfort in a particularly anxious moment.

No Hands☀︎: Josh x f!Reader

Your little game works out exactly in your favor.

•Part 2 ☀︎ & now it’s his turn.

Lilac Moon(wip)☀︎☾⭒: Josh x f!Reader

You left everything behind to make music.

Your band is struggling to make it, you're struggling to make it.

That is until one day, you meet the singer of the band that inspired you to chase your dreams. And not only do you meet him, but he wants you to go on tour with him and his band.

You happily obliged, though you were not prepared for the whirlwind of emotions and love that awaited you.

This tour will change everything for you.

Lets Share☀︎: Danny x f!Reader x Josh

You’re undeniably Danny’s but, he doesn’t mind sharing.

Release☀︎: Dr. JMK x f!Reader (coming soon♡)

Your body is far too tense these days. A massage from the best of the best is just what you need to remedy it, although his measures are bit...unconventional.

Le Morte d’Arthur(wip)☀︎☾⭒: College AU Jake x f!Reader

It all began with a passion for literature. What was once a dream to walk the halls of the University of Michigan is now a reality.

You thought you were prepared for everything.

A new town, a new school, a new way of life,

but what you were not prepared for...

was meeting the enigma that is Jake Kiszka.

Bloodstream(wip)☀︎☾⭒: vampire!Jake x f!Reader

This is a very special collab with @jakeyt 🤍

Folklore. Stories passed down through generations. Imaginations run rampant with their tales of sorcery and the supernatural.

But for Tommie, it was different. Somehow it was more. She had become transfixed by a local legend - one that told of an unlawful love affair between a witch and a vampire. To Tommie, it was an alluring tapestry woven with threads of forbidden love and timeless secrets. Yet something about it felt strangely familiar to her-but why?

It was only a story. . . wasn't it?

Prettiest in the Morning☀︎☾: Jake x f!Reader (request)

Jake is worth being late to work for.

Muse☀︎☾: Jake x f!Reader (request)

Your struggling artist is desperate for some inspiration.

Why Don’t You Make Me?☀︎ ⭒: Sam x f!Reader

You learn what being sassy with Sam leads to.

Lets Share☀︎: Danny x f!Reader x Josh

You’re undeniably Danny’s but, he doesn’t mind sharing.

GVF poetry:

pieces inspired by the boys, the band, & the art they have gifted us. 𖥸

Josh

Jake

Danny

Sammy(coming soon♡)

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fleet-of-fiction · 5 months

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I like you...ok?

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka #poetry

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daisyful-gvf · 1 year

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a poem about jacob <3

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet #poetry

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sirjacobthomaskiszka · 5 months

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GOTTA BLAST

#WHY IS HE LIKE THIS #I swear he wants me dead #he looks like that and he’s quoting poetry??#k #jake kiszka #greta van fleet

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love-is-all-i-need · 7 months

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#greta van fleet #gvf #sam gvf #danny gvf #gvf fanfiction #jake gvf #joshua michael kiszka #poetry #spencer reid x reader #anime

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liseliza · 7 months

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The harbor's body

If my body washed up to the shore

Would you carry it to the land?

Would you stand and stare?

Even if my jaw dropped to the ground

In screaming ache

Crying for help

Would you let the ocean swallow me hole?

What if I was so easy to hold?

What if the ocean was horribly cold?

What if I made myself poorly old?

Even then, would you watch my body mold?

I wouldn’t ask you

I would never ask you

To carry me to the land

I would let the sea

Swallow me

I would rather die

Than make you

Love me

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wintercoatkiszka · 6 months

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Poets and Promises

Chilly autumn air gets gently blown back as you open the door to your happy place: the vintage bookstore three blocks away from your cramped apartment. Immediately, your senses are overwhelmed by the smell of old paper and the cinnamon candle that the store’s elderly owner always seems to be burning this time of year. The store itself is bordering overstuffed with the towering bookcases filled with paperbacks and limited editions, dressers filled with steamy romances and tables covered in nail biting mysteries, but it doesn’t feel claustrophobic, at least to you it doesn’t, and you rather enjoy spending your days off curled up in one of the ancient puffy armchairs with a new book spread across your lap. You enter the dimly lit space and wave hello to the woman manning the counter before delving into the shelves in search of something new.

At this time of day, you are usually the only one in the shop as most other adults are at work and children at school, but you can hear the unmistakable sound of someone thumbing through pages as you breach the edge of the poetry section. Ugh, poetry. You roll your eyes and crouch down to check out the leather bound historical fiction that caught your eye, but can’t help the curiosity tickling the back of your brain at the stranger but a few aisles over. Why do they have to like poetry? Every true book lover knows the type that reads poetry; usually a seasonal beverage lover, probably a heartbreaker who will have you wrapped around their finger with the first poem that they say reminds them of you. I need to start dating better people, You think with a snicker, realizing that two of your past boyfriends were exactly like that.

You go back to reading the first few pages of that historical fiction you picked up earlier and decide that you’d like to give it a try. Standing up, the sudden quiet of the building catches you and you realize that the mystery poet has stopped thumbing pages. Maybe they left? Oh well. You head back to your secret reading chair and are just about too consumed in your book to notice the person sat squarely in it, but at the last moment, they startle you and you let out a gasp. He looks up from the book they were reading, Where The Sidewalk Ends you note, and gives you a radiant smile. “Take your seat?” He asks, readjusting to get out of it. His ethereal beauty stuns you for a moment and the only thing that shocks you out of your stupor is the concerned look that his deep, chocolate brown eyes are giving you.

“Um… No. Yes. Uh, kind of? I usually sit here, but you look pretty comfortable and this one’s just as good.” You point to the chair directly across from the beautiful stranger before another wave of panic hits you. Shit, how am I supposed to act normal and read my book with him sitting across from me? He nods and gestures for you to sit down and you do, smiling awkwardly as you do so. You try to tuck into your book, but the sun is reflecting so perfectly off of the stranger’s golden curls, styled ever so carefully, and you’re finding it harder and harder to take your eyes off of his perfect lips, the bottom one caught between his teeth as he chews on it absentmindedly.

When you aren’t looking at him, you think you can feel his eyes on you too, but every time you glance up, he’s carefully studying the pages before him. Then, while you’re one again taking in his features, he glances up and catches your eye. “Find something more interesting than that book?” He asks, cracking another one of his award winning smiles. You’re too stunned to speak once again and he sighs deeply, setting the book down and sitting forward. “What are you even reading?” He reaches for the book in your hand and you find yourself unable to do anything but let his soft, sturdy hands pull the book out of your grasp, his fingers lingering for just a moment too long on yours. “This looks simply dreadful!” He complains, reading the back of the book and looking at you with a shocked expression.

“Says the one reading poetry!” You retort, finally able to get your wits about you. Defensively, you take the book back and, for a moment, he grips it tight, like he wants to fight for it, before relenting and letting you pull back into your chair.

“Excuse you! Poetry is an art form. Arguably one of, if not the, best genres of literature out there!”

“Oh really?” You ask incredulously.

And so, the two of you enter into an hours-long debate turned author recommendations, turned conversation about yourselves until a beeping from his watch brings the two of you back to the present. “Oh shit,” He mutters, looking at the time. He glances back up at you, the smile shyer than you’ve seen it today back on his face and his cheeks pink from the soft blush that suddenly appeared. “It pains me to say this, but I have to run. Oh, I’m Josh by the way.”

A matching smile and blush appears on your face as you reach out a hand. A handshake might have been a little formal, but it was the only thing your short-circuiting brain could come up with. “Lovely to meet you Josh, I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N. A beautiful name for a beautiful soul. I hope our paths cross again.” He squeezes your hand and runs out the door, leaving you staring down at your hand.

Over the next few days, you have begun to explore the poetry section more and more and it is on the fifth day since you met Josh, that you finally decide to sit down with one of the longer collections to read. You return to your corner and sit in your usual chair, once again just the slightest bit disappointed that the curly haired poet is not occupying it. As you settle into a poem about the reflection of a dawning sun on the snow, a soft chuckle hits your ears and you look up to see Josh cradling a biography above you. “Fancy meeting you here. Mind if I join?” You shake your head and he sits across from you, kicking his feet up to intertwine with yours, a bold move you think, and you both settle into the warm domesticity of reading books together.

“Oh, so sorry to bother the two of you, but we’re closing shortly. I’m going to my grandkid’s soccer game, so I’m locking up a little early.” The shaky voice of the owner cuts through the silence and the two of you exchange a glance before getting up, thanking the owner and heading out.

“Y/N?” Josh stops you outside the storefront. “I would love it if you’d come get a bite to eat with me? You can tell me how much you enjoyed that poetry you were reading.”

You dramatically roll your eyes and let out a laugh. “Yes Josh, I’d love to. Must we talk about such a boring subject though?”

#flufftober 2023 #greta van fleet #gvf fanfiction #josh kiszka #josh kiszka x reader #bookstore #poetry slander (sorry not sorry)

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iliana-gvf · 10 months

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꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂

𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮,

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧,

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲✩

꧁꧂ ꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #peaceful army #poetry #poems #stars

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andtherestishistory13 · 4 months

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Jakes caption has me in tears I love him so much. He’s the sweetest, like he wrote that for us? I’m crying y’all

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet #this is poetry #he wrote us a poem

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thekirbishow · 4 months

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Poetry List

Please be kind!

Feedback is always welcome!

Share your thoughts and opinions!

Reblogs are always appreciated!

Love 🫀

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dykejake · 2 years

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did the moon herself breathe you into being?

I think you shine like she might have…

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka #Jake gvf #throwback to my shit poetry

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joshym · 11 months

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I'd like to add a little preface to this piece, and to this eventual series.

This is the poem that sparked this whole idea for me. Upon writing this initially, I hadn't intended for it to be 'about' Josh. I was feeling inspired by the sun, started to write, then let the words naturally flow & take the lead. I let my sister @jakeyt read it, & instantly she noticed how very 'Josh' this came out to be. I realized then that this man, this walking ray of sunshine in human form, was the true inspiration behind it; he lit the spark that led me to write again.

I sincerely hope you all enjoy, & I can't wait to share more of these.♡