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samkiszkasfacialhair · 2 years

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Watch You Bloom

Watch You Bloom

Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Josh spends some much needed quality time with his daughter.

Warnings: Girl Dad Josh, Mentions of sex

Word Count: 2.4k

Requested by @joshkissza

Again. You woke up in the middle of the night to screaming and crying coming from down the hall. Again.

You looked over to the clock on the nightstand next to you. 2:54 AM.

You reached your hand up and felt around for Josh next to you. You gave him a lazy smack on his chest.

“Josh,” you called over to him in a tired voice.

“Mmm.” he groaned.

“She’s up again,” you mumbled.

“You wanna go get her?” he asked.

“I got her last time,” you reminded him as you turned away from him and closed your eyes again.

“Just let her cry it out, she’ll fall asleep eventually,” he said, cuddling himself into you and wrapping his arms around your stomach. “Shh, come on, go back to sleep, Mama,” he whispered.

“Josh, she’s gonna make herself throw up again. Go.”

He groaned, peeled himself off of you, and pulled the cover off of himself in frustration as he got out of bed.

“There’s breastmilk in the fridge,” you mumbled as you pushed your head back into your pillow.

“Mhm,” he answered groggily as he opened the door to your bedroom and walked out.

Josh was a good dad. Josh was an amazing dad. He loved being a dad. He loved your daughter and the little family you two had created. But the one thing Josh did not like about being a dad was the lack of sleep. With his job, he barely got enough sleep as it was; and adding a seven month old who was teething to the mix didn’t help.

It also didn’t help that Josh was gone for weeks at a time. He had missed milestones and big moments because of touring, events, or late nights at the studio. Her first time rolling over, sitting up, and waving were all things he missed. He never admitted it, but you knew not being present for all those moments secretly killed him on the inside. It made him doubt himself as a father. Pictures, videos, and facetime calls didn’t come close to actually being together and seeing her grow up first hand.

A few minutes after Josh got out of bed, the crying from down the hall stopped. You expected him to come back with your daughter, lay her down, and surround her with pillows in between the two of you, like he always did when you both were desperate for sleep; which you hated because you knew it wasn't exactly the safest idea.

With the house now quiet, you started to fall back asleep, knowing in a couple hours, you’d probably be greeted with a tiny hand on your face and a mass of wild curls poking out from under the covers on the other side of the bed fast asleep.

To your surprise, you woke up in an empty bed and sunlight peeking through the windows. This felt different than your usual 5:30 AM wake up call. You looked over to the clock and smiled to yourself when you saw that the time was 8:26 AM.

After laying in bed for a few more minutes, enjoying the quiet and relaxing time, you got out of bed to see what the rest of your little family was up to.

Quietly, you walked down the hallway and the sound of Josh’s voice got louder as you got closer to the living room. He was sitting on the floor, criss crossed, with your daughter laying by his feet on a blanket. “There, now you’re all fresh, my love,” he said as he fastened a diaper on her and zipped up her pajamas.

“Hey, you kind of match me when I’m on stage, don’t cha?” he said sweetly to her, lowering his face and giving little kisses to her cheeks. “You like matching with Daddy, huh?” he teased playfully as he continued sprinkling her face with kisses.

You leaned against the doorframe, just out of Josh’s sight as you continued to watch their morning play out.

She smiled and he looked down at her, smiling back. He nuzzled his face into her neck and blew a raspberry into it, making her let out a little laugh, which sounded more like a gargle to be honest.

The ding of the bottle warmer went off, making Josh turn his head towards the kitchen.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” he said, cleaning up the remnants of the diaper change as he got up. He handed her a little toy and tapped her belly lightly before moving into the kitchen. The two rooms were attached and he could see her over the kitchen island.

In the kitchen, he pulled the bottle out from the warmer and ran it under the sink for a few seconds to cool it down. He placed it on the island and looked back over to your daughter when he heard whining sounds coming from where she was.

“I know you see it, Baby. It’s coming, I promise,” he said as he got out a mug from the cabinets and poured a cup of coffee.

He fixed himself a coffee, grabbed the bottle and a bib, and headed back to the living room. Her legs kicked wildly in excitement as he approached her.

He put his coffee down on the floor next to him and grabbed a pillow from the couch. He sat her up and put her back down with the pillow under her head, propping her up and putting a bib around her neck. He laid down next to her, leaning on his elbow. He placed the bottle in her mouth and held it still as she drank. She grabbed onto his hand, pulling the bottle closer to her.

“You wanna hold it yourself, sweet girl? Here, you can do it,” he moved his hand away and placed her hands on the bottle. He held the bottom of it lightly as her little hands gripped tightly around it. Slowly and carefully, he let go as he saw her able to keep hold of it herself. You watched the biggest smile spread across his face as he realized exactly what had just happened.

There it was. A milestone. One he finally saw for himself.

He smiled at her admiringly and stroked her hair as he spoke softly to her, “Look how strong you are, little girl. Yeah, you’re just like your Mama.”

He laid there next to her, drinking his coffee as she drank from her bottle.

When she was finished, she let the bottle drop. Josh picked it up off the floor and scooped her up, bringing her to the kitchen. He patted her back and told her what a big girl she was and how he was so proud of her. He put the bottle in the sink and sat her down in the highchair at the table. He gave her a kiss on the top of her head as he buckled her in.

He cut up a banana into tiny pieces and placed it in front of her. He sat down next to her, opened up his laptop, and started scrolling through Amazon.

“Ooh, look at these cups. You could drink from this, right? I mean, you’re practically an adult now,” he said as he scrolled, looking at different style sippy cups and bottles. He picked up a piece of banana and ate it as he scrolled.

The two of them sat there, eyes glued to the screen, eating the cut up banana. You laughed to yourself at how casually Josh was eating the little bite sized pieces.

“Okay, which cup do you like better? Purple or yellow?” he asked, looking over at her like he was waiting for her to answer. She didn’t answer, obviously.

“You know what? I’ll get you yellow. You’re more of a yellow kind of girl,”

He smiled to himself as he clicked through and added more baby things to the cart.

“Oh I know what else we should get!” he said as he typed something into the search bar. His eyes lit up as he looked at the screen and looked over at her.

“Look! It’s a little nest for you! We can put it in the bed and you can sleep with me and Mama, and Mama won’t have to worry about you getting all smooshed anymore,” he said, giving her cheeks a little squeeze.

“Which one? The one with flowers or the one with animals?” he asked her, pointing to options on the screen.

She let out a little “Ah,” to which he replied, “Animals? Good choice.”

After a little bit of clicking around, he closed the computer and smiled at her like the two of them had just accomplished a huge task together. “It’s gonna be like Christmas tomorrow,” he said, giving her a little tap on the nose.

When the two of them finished the banana, he wiped her face and hands with a wet paper towel and unbuckled her from the chair.

“Come on, sweet girl, let's get you dressed. But we gotta be quiet okay? Mama’s still sleeping,” he said as he pulled her out of the highchair and swung her around to his side. As the two of them left the kitchen, he spotted you in the hallway.

“Good Morning, my little early birds,” you said as you walked over to him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips and her a kiss on the cheek.

“Morning, Mama,” he replied, pulling you in with his free hand. “There’s coffee if you want it. I’ll get her dressed and be back in a minute.”

He headed down the hallway for her bedroom and you made yourself a coffee and sat on the couch. You heard the soft sounds of Josh humming as he dressed her. A few minutes later, Josh came back into the living room and sat down on the couch with her. Of course, he put her in a black Greta Van Fleet onesie his mom gave you and a pair of white shorts. He held her close to his chest as she bit on a toy.

“So what’d you buy?” you asked, knowing exactly what he bought because you had been watching, and also because you got an email confirmation about it.

“Some teething rings, bath toys, a little nest for her to sleep in our bed with, and a few sippy cups. You know she can hold her own bottle now?” he said excitedly, giving her a little squeeze.

“I know,” you said, smiling at him.

“Oh,” he said in defeat. His smile faded and he looked down. The joy of the milestone he thought he saw for the first time himself faded quickly.

You grabbed his arm and rubbed it up and down, “No, Josh, I know because I was watching you two. That’s the first time she’s ever done that,” you assured him.

He looked back up at you and his smile came back. You swore you could see his eyes get just a little bit watery as you spoke.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “You’re a good dad, Josh. She loves you, you know that, right?”

He smiled, nodded, and looked down at the little baby in his arms who was looking back at him with those big Kiszka eyes.

“I love you too, Little Mama,” he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

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You and Josh spent the rest of the morning on the living room floor playing with your daughter, taking turns showering, and keeping her occupied.

Josh came out of your bedroom, fresh out of the shower and dressed, carrying the box that you had been throwing newborn clothes and supplies in. He set it down by the front door and grabbed his keys off the kitchen table.

“Where you going?” you asked, bouncing the baby on your leg. He pulled her out of your arms and swung her around onto his side.

“I’m gonna drop that newborn stuff off at Jake’s and then stay there with her for a little bit. Jake wants me to show him how to change a diaper and then I figured,” he paused, leaning down to you, “She could stay there for a few hours, and I could come home for a few hours, and give you some lovin’,” he said wiggling his eyebrows.

“And then we could sleep for a few hours?” you asked, giggling.

“Yes, then we can sleep for a few hours,” he said, smiling, and standing back up right.

“Good, we need all the alone time we can get because before we know it, she’ll be crawling and we won't be able to leave her alone anywhere for a second,” you replied.

“Crawling?” he asked with his eyes wide.

You looked up at him, smiled, and nodded.

“Hey,” he said, bouncing the baby up and down in his arms softly, “I know I said you’re getting big and strong, but you need to slow down for Daddy just a bit, okay? I can’t take this all at once!” He laughed and kissed her cheek a few times.

“Anyway,” he continued, “this will be good practice for Jake. He’s only has three months left before he’s gonna have his own little mama running around,” he said.

He looked over to the baby in his arms, “Now you have to make me one promise,” he said, tapping her chest lightly with his finger. “When your little cousin is born, you have to make sure you never let her forget that you’re older. Just like Daddy does to Uncle Jake, okay?”

He leaned over to you, said goodbye, and gave you a soft kiss on the lips when you felt a little hand come and push your face away from his.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said playfully, “You girls have to share Daddy,” he said, grabbing her hand gently and giving it little kisses.

Author’s Note: Dedicated to Em, Emi, Emmy, and Emily- the Jemilys. You wanted Dad Josh, you got Dad Josh. I hope you like it! Sorry to anyone who may develop severe Josh feelings because of this, I know I did.

Songs:

Michael Giacchino: Stuff We Did

Thunderstorm Artis & Nick Jonas: You’ll Be In My Heart

Miley Cyrus & Billy Ray Cyrus: Butterfly Fly Away

Stevie Wonder: Isn’t She Lovely

Bob Carlisle: Butterfly Kisses

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takenbythestarcatchers · 2 years

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LISTEN, IM ALL ABOUT KEEPING IT PEACEFUL. PEACE LOVE UNITY AND EQUALITY, YA KNOW. BUT IF YOU COMPARE GRETA VAN FLEET TO LED ZEPPELIN ONE MORE TIME YOU’RE GOING TO FIND OUT HOW ANTI-PEACEFUL THESE HANDS ARE, OKAY?

#greta van meme #greta van fleet #joshua gvf #josh kiszka #josh kiszka gvf #josh gvf #sammy kiszka #sammy gvf #samuel francis kiszka #danny gvf #danny wagner #daniel robert wagner #jake kiszka #jacob thomas kiszka #Jake GVF #sam kiskza #jake gvf

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trin-gvf · 2 years

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D.R.W - dirty little secret

2.8k words minors DNI

danny x fem!reader

WARNINGS: daddy kink, gagging, slapping, degradation, cheating, spit, basically whatever u can think of

daniel robert wagner. what you wouldn't do for that man. one problem. he has a girlfriend. jordan. she was sweet of course but oh god was she a fucking airhead. you could fuck her boyfriend behind her back and she would never find out.

you had known danny since forever but never close enough to actually talk to him. he was in a band and seemed untouchable. that made you want him even fucking more. the way he played on stage made you dive your hand in your panties a great number of times. watching him play on stage was nothing but pure sex appeal.

one night after coming down from yet another high while looking at danny's instagram page you saw a particular comment.

jordieswxrld: so handsome! 💞

you were quick to tap on her account and message her.

y/n: hi girlie! you don't know me but I'm friends with the band and figured we could hang sometime!

jordieswxrld: omg hi!! i'd be down!

y/n: perf! does tomorrow at the tangle hearts cafe work?

jordieswxrld: it does!! how about 2ish?

perfect.

you continued to message her about stupid shit like your favorite colors, foods, how you met the boys, etc. you both agreed to bring one of the boys along. you got josh to agree and she said daniel would come along with her.

you set your phone down and drifted off to bed.

the next day you planned a perfect outfit. one that didn't draw too much unwanted attention but one you hoped would make danny notice you. even a little sneak at your cleavage would've made you happy. you slipped into a light brown cropped tank top with black high waisted pants. since it was starting to get cold you threw on a white knitted cardigan and some boots to top it off.

you looked over your outfit once more before meeting josh in your living room.

"ready to go?" you asked before grabbing your over the shoulder purse. he nodded and opened the door for you.

"i'm glad you're finally giving danny a chance, he's a cool dude." josh spoke whilst backing out of your driveway.

"yeah, i just guess i never felt the need." which a complete half assed answer and you knew josh knew that. it was an absolute lie. you never got to know danny because you'd eye fuck him everytime you'd come around him. every word you would have spoken to him would be dripping in lust. your words would have flowed like a spoon drenched honey, dripping back into the bottle with the sun casting a golden hue onto the counter.

the ride to the cafe was short, it wasn't too far from your house. the second you laid eyes on danny and his god awful girlfriend you didn't know whether to be happy around danny or annoyed to be around jordan.

as you got closer to the table, you presented a smile. danny and jordan got up, jordan greeting you with a hug first. danny greeted you with another hug, this one just a second longer than the one you had with his girlfriend. his cologne engulfed you. the scent alone made you want to rip his clothes off and go at it until you both had not an ounce of energy left in you.

"it's amazing to finally meet you! i've heard so many great things. i've just never managed to find time to hang out!" you said, faking your best friendly voice.

"ohh! i'm sure! you work at a big company i'm sure it's hard to find free time!" she said back.

"oh it really is!" you said sipping on your americano.

"i barely got today off." you spoke out, making casual talk.

"so, what is it you do?" danny chirped up.

"oh- well i work as a medical front desk receptionist. it wasn't too bad in the beginning but with covid, we're all so in demand so it's almost impossible to get any days off." you explained, taking in danny's every movement, every detail. his brown curls softly bounced with every movement his head made. the way he paid attention to your every word. you felt almost as if you were talking his ears off just to watch his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips.

for a moment you thought he was an actual angel on earth sent down to bless your body with some holy feeling. but the feeling was much less than holy. the exact opposite to be specific. maybe an angel sent from hell.

"y/n…y/n!" you said, getting snapped out of your thoughts by josh tapping you on the side of your arm.

"what?" you barked back, clearly annoyed.

"danny asked you a fucking question dip shit." josh yelled into your ear.

"shut the fuck up josh, youre so loud! sorry danny, i was in my own world for a second!"

"that's okay, y/n. i was wondering if you were going to be at the show tonight. maybe we could all go to a bar after the show." he suggested.

"oh definitely! that sounds like so much fun."

the boys were kicking off their first leg of tour right here in their home state, michigan.

the rest of the day was spent in that little cafe, you taking in every beautiful detail of what was the man in front of you.

when it was time for your departure, you hugged them all goodbye.

"bye you guys! see you tonight!" jordan said, walking back to the car with daniel.

"he is really cool." you said looking down at your feet.

"told you." josh said with a smug smirk.

josh dropped you off at your house before going to the venue he needed to be at for sound check.

you quickly ran to your room, desperately searching for an outfit when you came across two items you knew would work well together. you decided to go with the band's theme.

you dressed in a body suit that was a gold velvet texture. it was two pieces of material covering your tits just right. it gave enough cleavage but you could jump around to the music if you really wanted. you found a chain belt to hang around your waist. it was also gold with suns on it. the suns has faces on them and it was very much one of your favorite possessions.

you paired them with nude stilettos and started on your makeup. you went with a basic gold glitter on your eyelids with black winged liner. you carefully placed gemstones under your eyes, mimicking what josh usually has when he's on stage.

you took an uber to the venue, not wanting to deal with the mess that was parking. as you went behind the building, you showed your pass to the security guards and met up with the boys backstage as they were about to go on. you saw the kiszka's, danny and everyone's girlfriends but dannys.

as you walked up to danny, asking him where jordan had been.

"she had to be with her family, it was an emergency." he said, he sounded sad but not too bad to the point you felt the need to feel bad for him. maybe this was your chance. with all the pent up energy he'd have from performing, he'd need to take it out somewhere. right?

you gave him a long hug before slowly taking a curl of his into your hand and slowly slid it between your two fingers.

"you look good tonight. goodluck." you whispered into his ear, placing a hand on his chest before walking away to get a drink. you smirked to yourself, hoping you had gotten to him. you'd definitely shown enough of your tits for him to check you out at least a couple times at the cafe earlier in the day.

as you went back backstage, you saw the boys giving it their all to the fans. as you leaned against a wall, you noticed danny eyeing you every so often when josh would take a moment to give the crowd a heartfelt speech.

as you took a sip of your white claw, you managed to "accidentally" dribble some onto your chest. you made a fake surprised face and took the drops of it onto your finger. making sure danny was looking, you lapped the liquid off your finger, making eye contact with danny.

you watched danny take a hard gulp, shaking whatever thoughts he had going on in his beautiful mind.

during their last song, you made your way to his changing room. you took a seat on his couch, crossing your legs and scrolling on your phone mindlessly until you heard the doorknob turning. you quickly shoo-ed your phone away and put on a smug smirk plastered on your face.

as he walked into the room, he was shirtless and covered in sweat. if he asked you to, you'd lick the sweat off the soft skin of his chest. his chest was moving like mountains, heaving up and down because of the adrenaline pulsing through his veins.

"what are you doing here, y/n?" he sounded shocked. really you couldn't blame him.

"hm. just..chilling i guess, daniel."

you could tell your words were working their magic. his eyes slowly darkened as his pupils expanded, making his eyes look black and full of pure lust. you looked at him with hooded eyes as you got up, dabbing his sweat off with a cooled towel.

"you seemed distracted daniel. what happened tonight?" you giggled as you slowly backed him up against the counter multiple makeup products were laid on.

"you know what the fuck my problem was y/n." his voice was much darker now, sending another gush of desire in between your legs.

"tell me, my sweet daniel. what was the problem." the sentence was more of a command at this point. both of your voices were low, not risking getting caught by any of the other brothers.

"my problem is that you eye fuck me any and every chance you get." he said through gritted teeth.

you softly placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"i'm so much better than her daniel. i promise you that."

as you slowly pulled away from his body, he brought you back in with his hands digging into your skin.

"y/n.." he muttered.

"i've looked at you for so long, daniel. imagining how you'd feel against my body. imagining how much heat our bodies could produce together."

"if you keep talking like that i'm ripping your clothes off and fucking you dumb right here, right now." he said, pushing his very noticeable boner onto your thigh.

you were once, lost for words. not a single thought other than fucking the man in front of you were floating around your pathetic little mind.

"you don't think i didn't notice when you were bending over the table today? showing me your tits?"

you felt your bodies switch places. you were now pressed against the counter. you both were unbelievably hot and bothered. danny leaned down to place little kisses to your neck.

"what? you'd love be my filthy fucking secret. wouldn't you? getting fucked by me everytime shes not around."

"i'd love to be your dirty little secret, danny." you said, nibbling his ear lobe before slowly falling down to your knees. you undid his belt and undoing his pants. you watched them fall to the ground. you were left with his dick print outlined on his boxers. you wanted nothing more than to pull them down his thighs and shove his cock down your throat. yet, you refrained of doing so. you wanted to take your time with him.

you slowly outlined the tip of his cock, licking up the precum that had beaded through the fabric. you savored the salty taste on your lips before slowly pulling down his boxers. you softly gasped at his size, looking up at him.

"be a good girl and suck my cock like you're supposed to." he muttered, looking down at you. his hair was softly framing his face, his lips turning red due to softly biting on them.

you did as you were told and started with the tip, getting it wet and slobbered up. after doing so you ran your tongue under his shaft before taking about half of his dick into your mouth. he gathered your hair into his hand and made a ponytail with it, holding it together.

"c'mon now, you can do better than that. now can't you?" he said, pushing his cock down your throat. you let out a rather loud gag.

"look at you. acting like a whore and you can't even take my fucking cock." he growled, giving you a slap to your face.

he pushed his cock down your throat once more, leaving it there for a second.

"breathe through your nose, calm down." he smirked, loving to watch the struggle. when you gargled against his dick he let you off. a thick strand of spit connecting you to his cock. your mascara was slowly running down your face from your eyes watering while you gagged.

he stood you up, slipping you out of your body suit. you kicked your shoes off and he did so. the kiss you were currently sharing was full of moans and wet noises.

he pushed you back onto the couch and bent down to his knees. he slapped your pussy a couple times, causing you to jerk your body.

"danny please-"

"don't fucking speak unless your calling me daddy. do you understand?"

you were yet again at a loss for words.

"yes…i- yes daddy."

he pulled you to his mouth, giving a big fat lick, licking up every ounce of wetness you'd produced.

"you taste like fucking heaven. and this? is this for me?"

you nodded as he went back down on you. you covered your mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible.

he sucked on your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. the hand that was placed over your mouth was now yanking hard on danny's hair.

"fuck daddy, youre so fucking good- holy shit!" you whisper yelled as intense pleasure coursed through you.

"let me hear you. your pathetic whines."

"danny what abou-"

"don't. fucking. question me." he barked out at you.

he fucked you with his tongue, causing you to tense every muscle in your body.

"daddy- fuck! i'm gunna-!" you cried out as you came over his face. he pulled away, his chin glistening with your arousal.

as you caught your breath, he walked over to grab his belt.

"on your knees." was all he spoke as you sat on your knees, facing away from him.

he grabbed your hands and quickly tied them together with his belt. how he knew how to do this? you would never know. and never would you have ever guessed daniel was so kinky.

he pushed you down, your chest hitting the back of the couch. a rough moan released from deep within your chest when danny stuffed his cock into your cunt. wet noises were bouncing off the walls, along with daniel's grunts and your moans. he grabbed your hands that were now tied together, using it to thrust into you. he took no time before going at almost impossible pace.

you were taking every feeling in, you couldn't help but let your mind go blank. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth was hung open.

"look at you. putty in my fucking hands. you came at me and now my cock is too much for your pathetic little self." he said, giving your ass a good couple slaps.

you started drooling, like you cared. you'd be a mess after this anyway. he threw his head back and gave the other side of your ass the same amount of slaps, evening everything out.

you were so close to the edge. so so close to feeling that burst of release you've been needing for god knows how long.

"daddy- i'm so close. don't stop- oh fucking god! don't fucking stop!"

a couple more thrusts and danny was pushing his cock further into you, painting your walls with his cum. you on the other hand, started to cry as you felt your orgasm. the feeling being almost too much for you. you were almost screaming by the time you were shaking over daniel's cock.

both of your breaths were unsteady and heartbeats going as fast as rabbits.

"holy shit." he said as he pulled out. his cum leaked out of you as he undid the belt around your wrists.

"look at that. my very own cock slut. hm." he said in almost a coo-ing voice.

he helped you wash up and even took your makeup off of your face before changing into some of his comfy clothes. you left long before he had to.

at the end of the day you felt happy you finally got what you needed. you were sore most definitely, but so fucking happy.

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #greta van fleet smut #jake #jake kiszka #sammy #sammy kiszka smut #danny #danny wagner smut #daniel wagner #danny wagner #danny gvf #daniel gvf #joshua gvf #josh gvf #jake gvf #jacob gvf

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mamavanheat · 2 years

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#Spotify #gvf #greta van fleet #gretavanfleet #josh gvf #josh kiszka #joshua gvf #joshua michael kiszka

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holdingup-fallingsky · 9 days

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Well, I’ve been afraid of changing

Cause I built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And we’re getting older, too

Happy birthday, twinies☀️🌙

#Landslide by Fleetwood Mac #I’m so sorry guys #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #jacob thomas kiszka #joshua michael kiszka #jake gvf #josh gvf

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streamsofstardust · 9 months

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this is my new favorite genre of photos

#I'm not gonna say it #y'all get what i mean #danny wagner is my boyfriend!! and i love him!!!#jacob #joshua #sammy boy #gvf #greta van fleet #gretavanfleet

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im-derty-dan · 2 months

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he gives us white roses

#i can't even begin to explain how important this is to me #i love him :(((#i love this band!#greta van fleet #gvf #joshua kiszka #josh kiszka

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ficthots · 11 months

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Shotgun

A/N: Okay, another fic that has been 95% completed and I finally got around to wrapping up. PR relationship, drunken wedding, enemies to lovers, all the good stuff. As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ content only. DNI if under 18. Smut.

Word Count: 8k+

Strengths and weaknesses make us who we are. They are the foundation of our entire beings and personalities. Concocting in a fashion that swirls around us and presents us to the outside world. Special groups can become world class athletes while others thrive in the arts, presenting world altering pieces to the public. Niche groups of writers can put pen to paper in ways never imagined before, the opposite can be said of mathematicians. Some individuals are wonderful public speakers.

Take your childhood best friend Jake for example. The man thrives on the attention when it settles to him. Putting his best self forward when in the presence of other people Yet, he still utterly despises ninety-nine percent of the general population. It’s why you two got along so well.

Also why you and his twin did not.

Your strengths? Well, they lie in solo activities. Anything that needs to be completed alone, you thrived in. Preferring not to work with others unless you absolutely had to. Even then, you weren’t going to be happy doing it. An intellectual, not an artistic bone in your body. Not understanding how he and his brothers can create literal magic in their minds and then go and perform for thousands of people.

Not being a people person was one of the main key characteristics of your personality. You had your small inner circle and that was more than enough for you. Even better that they spent most of their time away from you touring.

If you were together all the time, it would make the time spent together less exciting. Less meaningful. Sure, some people would say it was you being shy and to yourself, but you knew that wasn’t really it.

Okay, maybe just a bit.

Who could blame you though? Being in the public eye like your closest friends sounded like a nightmare. Not being able to keep any information about your private life hidden because it seemed as though someone was always watching. It sounded like hell. It was hell.

That was the life of being a celebrity though. Which is also why you strayed as far away from it as possible. Even when you went out to lunch with Jake when he was in town, it was not a rare occurrence for him to be stopped on the street for a picture or something of the like. Keeping your distance and watching from over his shoulder some few yards away was where you were most comfortable in situations like that.

He would then come back to you, exasperated because of the constant stopping for fans. Jake wasn’t as annoyed with it as he let on to believe, secretly loving when he was approached by adoring fans showering him in praise. It always earned an eye roll from you. Such an attention whore.

Just not to the extent of his twin. Josh craved it. There was hardly ever a time when he wasn’t ecstatic to discuss the intense life he led on a daily basis of being adored by fans and the like. Not to mention the annoying personality trait of needing to be best friends with any individual he was an acquaintance with.

His pursuit of reaching that level with you had been nonstop since high school when you and Jake had hit it off. It was thoroughly exhausting fighting the man as often as you had to, but it was the only way to get him to leave you alone.

He loved it. Finding it hysterical how truly annoyed you were by his sheer presence. Honestly, he wasn’t entirely aware of the actual reason why you didn’t want to be around him. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t lost sleep over it more than once.

Thinking it was just a silly game, not comprehending that you truly wanted nothing to do with him. It was frustrating. Dealing with this since high school and you truly believed he knew the main reason why, but opted to ignore it for the sake of not self reflecting. Jake on the other hand, similar to his familiar counterpart, could always guarantee a chuckle from your interactions.

Never getting into full arguments, but you had been known to raise your voice at him on a few occasions when he refused to leave your personal bubble. It was borderline anxiety inducing. Always having a few Xanax on hand for when you knew you would be having to spend more time than necessary with the boy.

Like on vacation.

Jake had invited you as soon as they had decided where they were going to be taking a weekend trip to. Given you had never been to Las Vegas, you thought it was going to be an absolute blast. Staying at an incredible resort, relaxing by the pool, occasional gambling whilst enjoying the complimentary drinks. I mean, in what world would someone turn that down?

You seriously considered it once you heard that Josh was going to be in attendance. Being trapped on a plane with him, having to do every vacation activity together, getting little to no break from the 24/7 Josh show. Way to ruin a trip.

Given how desperately you did need this getaway, biting your tongue and accepting the fact that the thorn in your side was going to be even closer than normal was what you were just going to have to deal with despite the bile burning the back of your throat at just the thought of it.

Knowing that you would at least have the reprieve of the flight out to Nevada was adding a little bounce to your step. Until he plopped himself down in the seat directly next to yours with a loud sigh echoing in the shell of your ear. Without a moment of hesitation you placed your earphones in, not wanting to give him a chance to engage, or attempt to engage, in conversation with you.

It didn’t last long. He grabbed the left one from your ear much to your dismay, giving a large grin. “Everyone got to pick one activity for the weekend. What’s yours?” Snatching the item from his fingertips and placing it back where it should’ve been the entire time, you sighed.

“Pool morning.” His eyes lit up, going to speak again, but luckily the flight attendants began their aisle explanation of rules and regulations. Smirking at the interruption, you let your head recline back onto the ridiculously uncomfortable headrest, your eyes slipped shut.

You couldn’t be one hundred percent certain of how long your eyes were closed, but it felt like two minutes later when he nudged you to gather your attention on him. A large exhale left your nose, still trying to ignore him. It only worked for so long until he began incessantly tapping your shoulder.

“What? What? What could you possibly want right now, Joshua?” You snapped, staring him dead in the eyes, but he wasn’t phased in the least by your outburst. Holding up a ziplock bag to you, he offered another large smirk. “Trail Mix?”

Josh had set himself a personal goal for the trip. By the time the wheels were up on the way home, you two were going to be fast friends. Deciding on that after having a group dinner together one night and you did everything in your power to avoid him. Whilst he and Jake chatted in his kitchen he racked his brain at the possibilities.

“Can I ask you a question?” Jake hummed in response, eyes stuck to his screen. “Why does buzz not like me?” Jake’s eyes briefly glanced at his spitting image and sighed. “Because you’re you.” Josh let the words simmer for just a brief moment.

Before giving a response, Jake continued. “It’s just a lot for her to handle. You’re on constantly and it drives her up the wall. You know how she is. More reserved than any of us and you're just elevated by ten.” Josh’s brow furrowed, leaning against the counter, shaking his head.

“Yeah no, I don’t think that’s it.” Jake’s hands shot up, deserting his task of trying to get Josh to understand why his best friend did not adore his twin like every other individual under the sun. He was going to get her to be friends, even if it was the last thing he did.

A blinding migraine is what woke you up. That and the feeling of someone's arm wrapped around your bare waist.

Blinking your eyes open slowly, you could feel whoever was next to you, breathing deep and even into the crook of your neck. The disheveled hair was tickling your cheek and jaw, hand twitching every so often as he slept.

When he began to feel you stirring, he himself was slow to get up as well. Having no clue if this person was a complete stranger or if you happened to know them pretty well, had you beyond nervous to turn around and look.

Then it hit you. Patchouli.

Eyes blowing wide open, you turned your head to see him in the same position as you. Wide eyed, shock, and confusion painted across his face. Entirely sure he was mirroring your expression as well.

Neither of you said a word to one another as you laid there. Eventually, you pulled your gaze away from him and chose to stare at the ceiling instead. “Buzz?” He finally broke the uncomfortable silence drenching the room.

Making the wrong decision to shake your head, you groaned, stilling your skull and attempting to stop the room from spinning further than it already was. “No, no. Don’t say a word.” You seethed out between gritted teeth.

He took in a sharp breath, fingers laced soundly over his comforter covered torso. His phone vibrated on the nightstand and when he grabbed it, he only showed you the message from Sam. They were all downstairs waiting on you both to join them for breakfast.

Silently getting dressed, you stepped out of the restroom to see Josh waiting patiently for you. “We do not speak a word of this. To anyone. You understand me?” His lips were pulled between his teeth, but he nodded at you. “Of course, absolutely.”

As you two took your seats at the table, all eyes were glued to you both. Trying to play it off, you pointed to the pitcher of orange juice sitting on the other end of the table by Josh. He handed it off to you, but everyone's attention had yet to leave you both.

Finally giving in, you stared down Jake. “What? What’s wrong?” His chin rested on the backs of his hands, a small knowing smirk gracing his lips, sunglasses blocking his hungover eyes. “Are we going to talk about what happened last night?”

Shrugging, your brow furrowed at his words. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. What happened?” Sam snorted, sipping his coffee before responding. “Josh invited us all to watch,” your head snapped to the boy next to you, shooting daggers at him.

“You fucking pervert,” Josh’s cheeks burned crimson red at the response bit out at him. Danny finally spoke up through a bite of toast. “Like we weren’t going to watch our best friends get married.”

You perked up in his direction, looking at the paired off couples seated around the table. “Oh my god, who got married?” Josh was excited to hear the news himself. Jita’s confused gaze met your enthused one as she spoke.

“Uh, you two?” Eyes falling down to the table, you and Josh gasped at the same time, the memory slamming into you. Your hands covered your mouth as it hung wide open, staring at the man in pure shock. Slowly shaking your head, you stuttered over your words. “No-no, ther-there’s no way.”

Josh’s head fell back, swallowing thickly as his brothers erupted in laughter around the table. “How did they let that happen when we were so drunk?” You whispered out, staring at Jake for answers. He shrugged, “That’s the way most people get married, buzz.”

Letting your head fall into your hands, Josh finally spoke. “It’s fine, we’ll get it annulled and it’ll be like nothing even happened.” Nodding at his words, you shoved his phone into his hands from the resting place it had been on the table. “Now. Do it now.”

Standing from the table, he excused himself as he dialed his lawyer's number. Deciding that it was probably best to check your own phone for any inkling as to what had gone on the previous night, you checked what was buried in your purse. The screen was continuously lighting up with notifications from Instagram, Twitter, any and all social media known to man.

“Oh-oh my god,” you breathed out. Slowly lifting your head and looking at the youngest brother, you calmly asked him a question. “Samuel?” He huffed in response, spreading jam onto his toast. “Did you post the wedding on your Instagram last night?” Dropping his butter knife to the table with a loud clink echoing, everyone immediately took to Instagram.

A chorus of oh no’s, fuck’s, and holy shits were spoken by all of the table. Josh sat back in his seat and turned towards you. “There’s a problem,” you nodded, eyes never leaving Sam. “Oh, trust me, we’re well aware.” He breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Oh great, I don’t have to be the one to tell you.” Sam bit into a piece of muffin, shooting you a wink. “Happy honeymoon!” His attempt to release the tension that hung heavy on the group did not work as he had hoped.

The remainder of the trip you spent as much time away from Josh as possible, absolutely mortified about the circumstances and what had gone on. The only interaction you had with him was right after brunch when he told you his lawyer was working on it and he had made their manager aware of what was going on.

Otherwise, you had kept your distance like Josh was a plague. It hadn’t been too bad afterwards. You spent the rest of the time relaxing by the pool, enjoying great food, and before you knew it you were on the flight back home.

To face reality.

As you walked to your car, his voice echoed through the parking garage to gather your attention. Only stopping because you had to, you turned to face him and saw him jogging towards you. “So, uh, my lawyer wants to meet with us tomorrow morning. Manager will be there, too.”

Nodding in agreement, you didn’t say anything else as you loaded your luggage into your car and then yourself. He didn’t try to speak more, knowing how truly furious you were with him for this.

Knowing that this now being public information was going to make the situation that much worse to deal with. Not like it would have been if this was a normal person, no, you had to deal with the ramifications of being black out drunk and marrying a celebrity.

Awesome.

When you arrived at his home the next morning, you let yourself in, seeing a man dressed in a suit standing in his living room and the man you knew as their manager quietly chit chatting with Josh. He only offered a nervous, sheepish smile to you as you walked in and sat on his sofa.

“Alright, so what do we need to do? Sign some papers?” You spoke out first, grabbing a pen from your purse and looking at everyone expectantly. They were all nervous and you couldn’t figure out why.

The boy's manager cleared his throat and called you by your name, but you shook your head, offering your nickname instead. No one ever used your legal name, it was odd to even hear it spoken out. “Buzz, then. So, unfortunately, this is going to be a bit more,” he paused, trying to find the magic word, "more complicated than we originally assumed.”

Not responding, you only blinked slowly at him. Acknowledging the lawyer to step forward and speak, your head inclined towards him. “The annulment itself is not what complicates matters. It should only be a few months until everything is squared away based on the legal proceedings. What does make things sticky is the social aspect of this.”

His hands waved to you both, but you refused to look at Josh. He could feel your energy humming with pure anger at what was being said to you. His manager spoke up once more. “Yes, so, Sam posting this definitely made it more difficult. In order for you both to get out of this as unscathed as possible, we all discussed the options.”

Your face contorted in confusion. “Excuse me?” Everyone’s eyes settled on you. “I was not consulted for any of this. So when you say we all discussed the options, no we didn’t.” Josh’s wide eyed gaze looked at the two men standing, blankly staring at you.

Jaw setting in annoyance, you spoke again. “I don’t understand how there can be options in the first place. We get it annulled and call it a day. Wipe our hands of it. That’s the option here.” Josh cleared his throat, turning to face you from his seat.

“Buzz, listen. It affects our image. It’s one thing to actually be married, but for us to have gotten drunk in Vegas and then got married, and within seventy-two hours to get it annulled. That’s so bad,” you scoffed at him, but before you could speak they all chimed in.

“It puts a very bad image on Josh. We’re just trying to get damage control done right now. All we’re suggesting is that for the next few months, until the annulment is officially granted, you two continue to put on a facade of sorts to the public that you two are actually together.”

Unbelievable.

“And what about me?” You breathed out, staring at these men like the fucking vultures they were. His manager shrugged with a laugh. “You get to date Josh Kiszka for a few months. This will boost your image too!”

Standing up from your seat, you exploded on them. “Well, I’m not fucking dating Josh Kiszka! This is the problem with you, Josh! It’s all about you and your image. Doesn’t matter who else's life you screw up along the way as long as your image remains clean. Go fuck yourself. Let me know when I need to sign the papers.”

Storming out of his house, when you got to your car, you sat there in silence, trying to catch your breath. A scream left your throat as you continuously hit your steering wheel over and over. Admittedly, you had done some incredibly stupid things in your time, but nothing to this magnitude. No, this was truly life altering stupidity that put you here.

And you did it with the worst human imaginable. You hated yourself for letting this happen. This wasn’t like you. Getting married on a bender in Vegas? Nope. Bets were always going to be on Sam to do something like this. You? Not in a million years. With Josh? Not even in the realm of possibilities.

Yet, here you were.

Sitting in your apartment, you drowned your sorrows in a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, watching Bridgerton as you sobbed about the utter mess you were in. Josh had been blowing up your phone all day, honestly you were surprised he hadn’t shown up at your door.

Ah, spoke too soon, you thought as a rumbling of knuckles on your front door drew your attention. Sniffling, you wiped your face with a stray tissue, praying it wasn’t too dirty, before walking to the door.

“I’m not in the mood right now, Josh.” Sighing as you took in the sight of who was at your door, you were overjoyed to see someone else standing there. “Well, damn good thing I’m not him then, huh?” You didn’t hesitate, throwing yourself into Jake’s embrace, continuously sobbing into his shirt.

His hands rubbed your back with a sad sigh, leading you back in towards your sofa. Sniffling as he grabbed a tissue, he wiped your tear stained cheeks that were positively swollen from the day spent in absolute waterworks. “What’s up, buzz?”

Your hands hit your thighs in exasperation, shrugging as more tears welled up. “They told me I have to date Josh until the annulment is done. I don’t want to do that, Jake.” Chin wobbling, he wiped at your falling tears again, nodding in understandment.

“I’m so stupid! How did this even happen?” He handed you the box of tissues before speaking. “First of all, you’re not stupid. You were drunk beyond belief, we all were. Second, who said you have to date Josh?” Eyes staring at the crumpled fabric in your hands, the sadness that sat on your shoulders sank further in.

“Your manager. The lawyer. Josh. They said it was to protect his image. That a drunk Vegas wedding doesn’t look good as is and then getting it annulled or having the paperwork filed a few days after is even worse. Like, they didn’t even consider me!” Your body shook harder as more tears fell, sobs escaping your throat as you laid on Jake.

A deep sigh rumbled in his chest, hand smoothing your hair down. “You’re gonna hate my response then.” Pulling back from his embrace, you shot daggers at him. “You want me to do it, too? Seriously, Jake? You know why I don’t want to be associated with him. I’m not doing it!”

His hands went up in defeat, but raked through his hair as he watched you move to the kitchen then back to the room in a nervous pace. “Buzz, listen. It’s not just Josh that’s affected. Honestly, if it was I would 100% be on your side and let you do what you wanted to do. I’m worried about you,” your brow furrowed at his words.

“Being associated with someone like us is not easy. You should see the toll it takes on Jita sometimes. It’s rough and brutal,” you cut him off, his words only aiding your reasoning. “Exactly! That’s one of the main reasons,” he didn’t let you continue, speaking over you and grabbing your hands to bring you back to sit with him.

His thumbs brushed over the skin on your wrist. “It’ll be so much worse if the annulment news gets out this quickly after what happened. Buzz, your life will be decimated. It will be horrible. It will affect your daily life, your work, everything. I want you to do this so that way it’s more sound when it does happen. Otherwise,” he shook his head as he trailed off.

With a groan, you flung yourself back onto the couch. You had never hated life more than you did right then. Grabbing your cell phone, you sent Josh a message only sending a Fine, as Jake patted your leg. “Good girl.” You kicked him in response.

A carefully drawn plan was created by everyone. Keeping public appearances at a minimum, their manager stated that only a few were necessary in the amount of time needed for it to be legally done. However, what was necessary was social media posts.

Since your…wedding, had been so publicly broadcasted, making an appearance on his social media whether by posts or stories was absolutely necessary according to them. The goal was to keep actual posts minimal, but stories more often. Which also meant that you and Josh were going to have to be spending more time together than you ever had before.

You were dreading it to put it lightly. In fact, you only wanted to crawl under your bed and hide for the rest of eternity. All you could think about was why this had to happen with him. Why not Danny? You loved Danny! Sweetest human being known to man.

Instead, you were legally bound to the person you despise most. Why must the universe laugh in your face like this? You believed you were a fairly decent person, so why you? It was that question that was on an ever repeat in your mind as you sat at a restaurant you couldn’t even afford to look through the window at.

The two of you were sitting in dreadfully uncomfortable silence. A fake engagement ring sitting on your left hand, a band on his. Waiter already having come and taken both of your orders, you didn’t know what else to do at the moment. Nibbling on a skinny breadstick, your eyes scanned the scenery around you.

People that would never give you the time of day if they were to spot you on the street filled the tables around you both. Occasional glances from the younger crowd falling over you two made you shift in your seat.

Taking notice of wandering eyes himself, he reached his hand out across the linen covered table, grabbing your hand with his. Speaking through a smile, your look of disgust made him laugh. “Can you at least try and make it look like we’re having fun? We’re married and people are looking, buzz.”

Forcing a grin onto your face, you squeezed his fingers, a hiss escaping from his teeth as he pulled his hand back. “You’re right, I am having fun!” Rolling his eyes, he expelled air from his ballooned cheeks.

“So what do you do for work, again?” He asked. You stared him down, opinion of him sinking further. “I’m an archivist. Do you know what that is?” Your smug tone had his face falling, mocking you. “Yes, I know what an archivist is. Asshole,” he mumbled, playing with the straw in his drink.

Sighing, he leaned back in his seat, eyeing you from across the table. “What’s your deal with me? Why don’t you like me? Everyone likes me. I’m Josh!” Elbows landing on the table with a clatter of plates and glasses, you began listing the reasons on your fingers.

“You’re selfish, snobby, too energetic, think you’re better than everyone else, an attention whore,” he cut you off, arms crossing over his chest. “Alright, alright, alright. I get it. But I’ll have you know I’m not any of those things.”

Your eyebrows shot up your face. “Really?” He nodded, a smirk tugging at his full lips. “Of course! There’s so much more to me.” Snorting, you pointed at the table. “If you’re not a snob or selfish then why would you bring me here? I don’t even like fish! I’m allergic to shellfish. I literally ordered the only thing that didn’t contain any fish. A fucking salad, Josh. I don’t like salad.”

Continuing with your rant, he listened to every word you said. “Not to mention that a place like this,” you waved your hands around, “is the last place I would ever want to come to. I’m more of a Chili’s girl,” his nose scrunched up in disgust. “You see! This isn’t going to work, Josh.” Catching your head in your hand, he tried to ease your spiraling mind.

“Okay, okay. I promise that next time we will go somewhere you want. I just figured that this was a good spot to get noticed and that is working. Three different people have taken pictures which I am almost 100% certain are already circling Twitter.” Your face showed your confusion because you hadn’t noticed that at all.

“I promise, next time, we will go somewhere or do something you want. Scouts honor,” he held his hand up in the salute, earning a tired laugh from you. “Ah, see! We’re already making progress. You laughed at my joke.”

Smile falling, the waiter appeared with your food right then. “Actually, I was laughing at you. Not at your joke.” He shrugged, digging into the salmon on his plate. “Still counts.”

Awkward small talk consumed the remainder of the evening. Walking to your own car that had been parked a few blocks away from the restaurant, Josh stood behind you, ensuring you got to your car safely.

Not offering a parting word, you got in your car, but Josh tapped on your window, a smile on his lips. Rolling it down, but only a crack, you tilted your head towards it. “What?” He placed a sloppy kiss on the glass, much to your dismay, but laughed right after.

“I had a great time with you, buzz. Make sure you’re at my home this weekend to make an appearance in a social media story!” He called out as you reversed out of your spot, driving off with your middle finger extended in his direction.

You weren’t a firm believer in the idea about people changing. People are the way they are, especially once in adulthood. The way someone acts by the time they’re in their early twenties, in your experience anyways, was how the person was meant to be. Which is why you were entirely confused about why Josh was growing on you.

After spending more than a few evenings at his home to appear in his stories or Instagram posts, even making it into a TikTok, you were growing more comfortable around him. Even opting to hang out without the need for posting purposes. You hadn’t even given a second thought to why you were okay with it.

It honestly started after your suggested publicity date. After having a night out at a fancy dinner, you decided to do something a tad more laid back for your date choice. However, when you realized that they wanted you to be seen out in public together, it dawned on you what to do.

The boys were still on tour, so like any normal “girlfriend” or “wife”, you flew out to spend some real good quality time with your partner. He even went the extra mile to pick you up from the airport. Your decision to keep him in the dark of what your planned outing entailed was driving him insane.

It is also why he was standing in the happiest place on earth with the largest scowl on his face you had ever seen. With your Minnie Mouse ears adorned, Mickey Mouse t-shirt, and Nuimo sticking out of your cross body bag, you were beaming from ear to ear. Walking up to Josh, you stood directly in front of him, placing a pair of ears on the frowning boy.

“No, no. Absolutely not.” Giggles fell from your parted lips as he took them off with a loud sigh. “Okay, Mr. Grumpy, what would you like to do first? Space Mountain or Autopia? I think we should do Autopia because it’s a car perfect for your frame and one you might actually be able to reach the pedals in.”

He mocked a fake laugh, walking in the direction of Space Mountain. Josh could try all he wanted to feign irritation with where you two had landed for your date, but by mid-afternoon, he was smiling more often than not.

Even indulging in a churro although it was against his dietary restrictions. You two were sitting in New Orleans Square, splitting a box of popcorn, giving your feet a rest after the incredibly long day, but your mood and spirits had never been so high around him before.

Laughter and smiles had been a regular throughout the course of the day, nearly riding every ride you could. Josh was grinning like a child after having indulged himself all day. “I can’t believe you actually bought the picture from Splash Mountain. It’s so dumb!” You spoke through laughs.

Whipping the picture out, you were cowering over, blocking yourself from the water, face contorted in fear while Josh had both hands up, the biggest smile you’d ever seen as he yelled out in excitement. As he put more popcorn in his mouth, his eyes narrowed at you.

“Why’d you pick here?” Smirking, you sipped from your novelty alien sipper cup. “For starters, I knew you’d be pissed when we walked in.” He shrugged in agreement, a light tint falling on his cheeks. “But I also knew that you would warm up after a few rides and snacks. Almost everyone does. And I picked somewhere where I knew we would be spotted.”

Sliding your phone across the tabletop, a photo of you and Josh on the teacups was circling the Twittersphere. “I think I’m starting to get the celebrity appearance thing.” Taking a bite of your salty treat, Josh eyed you in surprise.

“Well, look at you.” His gaze settles on you for just a beat too long, causing you to fidget in your seat. Looking back at your phone to get away from the uncomfortable feeling worming its way in your stomach, you spoke out. “C’mon, we have a lighting lane for Indiana Jones.”

Josh stared after you as you stood and began walking in the direction of the ride. His plan was working.

It was pissing you off to no end. You didn’t want to like Josh or be friends with him. Not since his fuck up in high school that was the root cause of all of this. So why was he growing on you?

Refusing to fall for the sweet Josh act, which you were beginning to doubt was an act at all, after your Disney day, you decided to keep contact and visits extremely limited. Only showing up at his home to appear in a quick story and then immediately leaving. Josh wasn’t a fan of this sudden change either.

Becoming downtrodden each time you rushed to leave his home after making brief appearances. Keeping conversations to a minimum. When you received a text from Josh saying one of your final dates was ready to take place, you were dreading spending an evening with him. Not excited about the confusing feelings that were happening.

Yet, here you were at a concert for the boys. Given you were as good of friends with Jake as you were, most people figured that you were constantly at concerts. Not really. Actually, you had only really seen them perform a handful of times. Now that you and Josh were married?

Of course the perfect opportunity for a sighting was going to be at a concert, supporting your fake spouse. Okay, not entirely fake because the marriage itself was technically real, but whatever. Standing off to the side of the stage, you smiled warmly at them putting their best efforts into their show.

It was hard not to notice the wandering eyes of fans falling to you and realization dawning on the crowd who you really were. Animosity towards you hadn’t been too much to deal with. Sure, there were people who truly didn’t comprehend how you and Josh were together. There had never been a mention of you before, Jake working overtime to ensure that through your friendship, and now all of a sudden this random woman is married to Josh?

Bonkers.

As their encore wrapped up, once Jake stepped off stage, you jumped in excitement, offering your happy praises of how well the show had gone tonight. Walking off with Jake, you halted as their manager’s wide eyes observed you, subtly nodding his head in the direction of who you should have been walking with.

Jake offered you a knowing smile, continuing towards his dressing room as you waited for Josh. As his curly hair bounced towards you, you offered a large smile. He knew what he was doing as an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him and connecting your lips.

You froze, not expecting him to do something like that. As he retreated, his arm never left you, a smile still adorned as he turned you around and walked you towards his own room. Skin positively on fire from the encounter, your stomach was a chaotic mess of nerves.

Sitting in the general waiting area for Josh to finish getting ready to head to the hotel, you were literally sitting on the edge of your seat. You weren’t stupid, you knew why Josh kissed you right in the viewline of hundreds of fans. So, why was your mind running about the passion behind it? And why did you like it?

His curly due popped out of his door, a big grin greeting you as his wet hair dripped down his temples. “Ready to go?” Nodding with no verbal response, his hand linked with yours, escorting you down the tunnel. Your eyes were glued to the faux wedding rings adorning your hands.

Some fans waved you off in the private cars that headed in the direction of the hotel. Not muttering a word, Josh could sense the vibe was just ever so slightly different than normal. He knew you weren’t upset, but you weren’t exactly dripping with excitement either. Nervous?

It remained silent in the elevator ride up to the floor of your rooms. When he walked to his door, he finally made eye contact with you for the first time all evening. “Do you want to come inside and talk for a bit?”

Your wavering voice would give away your endless thoughts, so you just bob your head in agreement, stepping into the suite before him. Sitting on the overly large sofa for one person, Josh immediately knew something was different when you didn’t give a snide remark about that.

Finally sitting next to you, he handed you a drink from the bar. “Alright, what the hell is wrong with you? This is the longest you’ve ever been silent around me.” Sighing, you battled how to word this, but Josh beat you to it. “Was it the kiss? I’m sorry I should’ve asked you beforehand, but so many people were around I thought it was what I should do.”

Shaking your head, you felt heat creep up your neck. “No, no it’s fine. I agree, it was what should have been done. It’s just,” trailing off, his eyebrows furrowed. “It’s just what?” Deciding against telling him how you truly felt about it, you changed conversation tracks.

“Just that it was a lot of fun seeing you guys perform. Makes me realize who I’m actually married to.” He bought it. Immediately smiling brightly at your words, he relaxed into the stiff couch. “I can’t get over that. We’re married.” You both chuckled, eyes going to the wedding rings you wore.

“Do you remember the night at all?” He questioned, seeing if you had any recollection of how it came to be. Eyes going to the ceiling, you laughed as you tried to replay the fuzzy night. “I remember laughing. A lot. It was at one of those twenty-four hour chapels on the Strip. Jake was your best man, Jita was my maid of honor. Jake signed as our witness. Sam recorded the whole thing on Instagram.”

You two were erupting in laughter at the sheer stupidity of the situation. “You wanted to consummate the marriage right there in the chapel on the pew.” Josh laughed into his glass. Your jaw opened in shock, refuting the claim. “I did not!” Josh’s eyebrows raised as he recalled it. “Oh yes you did.”

Sitting there and staring into his eyes as his laughter died down, you gave a shrug. “Okay. So, what if I did? Would you have taken me right there?” He didn’t hesitate, not an inkling of nerves as his response came quickly.

“I would’ve taken you right there if we had been alone.” Swallowing thickly, in the blink of an eye Josh had ended up on top of you. Teeth hitting in a messy, hurried encounter. His tongue trying to explore every inch he could.

It moved so quickly you weren’t sure how you had ended up entirely nude in his bedroom. On your knees and hands, Josh pounding into you from behind. Hitting so deep inside of you that you were certain you were going to split in two.

Your moans were borderline murderous screams. Body being moved forward which each meet of his hips to your ass. The sounds ridiculously lude as your soaked bodies continued to join over and over.

As his cum painted your back and ass, you felt like you had run a marathon. His fingers still lightly tracing circles over your throbbing clit, instead of stopping all at once, easing you out of the pleasure that wracked your body.

Limbs turning to immediate jelly, you weren’t sure how you ended up in the shower together, going for another round. Fairly certain your body would never be able to recover again. Yet here you were, accepting him again with pleads. Years of pent up aggression with one another colliding.

Heavenly.

Well, that complicated it a bit more. What the hell was the matter with you? It was Josh for god’s sake! All you needed to do was show up for the concert, hang out with him for a few minutes, then go to your own room, and fly home the next afternoon. You couldn’t even do that right.

Because you were currently entangled in bedsheets with the boy, limbs intertwined, and you didn’t want to move. He was just so warm and soft, comfortable beyond belief. The gentle rise and fall of his chest nearly eases you back to sleep.

It was only a couple minutes later when he stirred awake, humming in content at you still being there. Arms tightening their grip on you. His deep, husky morning voice broke the gentle air, erupting your skin in goosebumps. “Morning,” his lips landed on the crown of your bedhead, trailing down to your cheek, then neck.

Easy was one way to describe it. The head of his cock breaching your entrance slowly and deeply. Lifting your leg as you remained on your side, Josh right behind you. His fingers danced on your clit, and in no time at all, you two fell apart.

Wanting to return back to the safe slumber of your life, he refused. As your eyes slid shut, they shot back open as his tongue traced your leaking hole. It was going to be a long morning. Which you didn’t really mind.

Letting Josh take you to brunch probably wasn’t the best move, but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to come up with a phony excuse as to why you couldn’t. You wanted to spend some time with him, it wasn’t a crime or anything. If anything, it only strengthened the PR relationship you were putting up!

Oh, shut up.

Even when you got home, you found yourself looking forward to hearing from Josh. He didn’t understand what the change had been or when it had actually happened, but he wasn’t complaining. If anything, he was celebrating it. You were no longer doing everything in your power to avoid him, but instead were actually reaching out to see when you could see him again.

This was the literal best case scenario for him. His yearning for you over the years had only grown stronger through all of this and what had been a silly crush on his brother's best friend was blossoming into an actual romance.

Still, you were hiding your reasoning for seeing him behind the PR aspect of this arrangement, but the more you presented it and accepted when he did, the more hopeful he was becoming. It might be silly wishes, but after having harbored these feelings for you for as long as he had been, getting this close was playing with fire.

Did anyone have any idea about this infatuation? Not in the slightest. Josh knew he had done a wonderful job of keeping it at bay. Perhaps it came off as an elementary level crush where he teased you relentlessly, but he seriously had little to no game and that was how he knew to get your attention.

Some fine tuning was most definitely needed, he would admit that.

Did the teasing that Josh relentlessly tormented you with sear into your memory and want you to second guess what you were doing? Absolutely. In fact, one night in particular would always stick out to you. A junior year pool party where Josh announced to the entire party during a truth or dare session that you had never slept with a boy let alone kissed a boy, mortified you.

You could remember the shocked faces of your friends who had all recently gone on sexual journeys that school year and were no longer at your clumsy virgin level anymore. Only having told Jake in confidence, you were horrified to discover that Josh had obtained that information and that he thought it would gain some laughter and bump him up in popularity to divulge it.

He had regretted it immediately after it left his mouth. Your vision of him forever tainted. Of course, you would never admit that was the line he had crossed, instead picking other things about him that annoyed you. Josh knew the real reason.

So, where did that leave you both? Sitting in Josh’s living room about to sign your annulment paperwork after four months of fake dating. He had called you that afternoon at work and said his lawyer had dropped them off and all that was needed was a signature from you both.

Holding the pen to paper you signed your name, handing it over to Josh and seeing him do the same. Letting out a shaky laugh with a puff of air, you eyed him. “Okay, well that nightmare is now over.” He chuckled with you, hands rubbing nervously over the tops of his thighs.

“I am sorry about all of this.” You finally broke the tension by saying. Josh knew what you meant. This had been your idea. The entire thing. Having made a bet with Jake that if you could win on a $200 bet in one go at a blackjack table, he owed you $5,000. Being as inebriated as he was, he hastily agreed. Yet, when he asked what would happen if you lost it left you fumbling for an answer. Something worth at least that monetary value, you reached your decision quickly.

“I’ll marry Josh tonight.” Everyone hooted and hollered, watching you place your bet and of course, losing on the spot. Josh immediately invited everyone to come to the chapel with you both, saying he couldn’t imagine marrying you without his family there. One Instagram livestream and twenty some odd stories later, you two were hitched.

He shrugged with a chuckle thinking back to it. “It’s a funny story we will always look back on and laugh about.” Agreeing with him and not sure what your next move was, you rose from his sofa, heading toward the front door when your name echoed in the large room.

Turning, you saw Josh cross to get to you. Colliding together, your purse fell to the floor, wrapping your arms around his neck as he crushed you to him. “Don’t go.” He spoke out. You nodded eagerly, bringing him back to you.

“I like you. A lot.” He spoke out in between kisses. Only a muffled mhm and me too escaped your throat before Josh led you to his room.

It was like answering a craving that your body was shaking to get its fill on. Like a drug you had never experienced before. Needing him in you more than the air you breathed. Filling the void that only Josh could fill.

Only Josh. That was all your mind could think of. Could handle. Even as he eyed you, laying nude in his sheets, he riddled every thought.

“Can I take you out?” You laughed, seeing him eyeing you from above you. “I’m serious! I know we kind of did this backwards, but I really do like you. I want to take you out. For real.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you grabbed his chin in your fingertips. “Promise you won’t marry me this time?” He nodded, looking at you like you were crazy.

“Absolutely. The plan is to knock you up this time.”

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gretasfallingsky · 1 month

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Joshua Michael Kiszka, everyone! 🤍

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eachconstellation · 1 year

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i wanna go to the lake house 🥺

#I WANT TO GO TO THERE JOSHUA #josh kiszka #joshua kiszka #josh gvf #joshua gvf #gvf #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #sam kiskza #danny wagner #peaceful army #the peaceful army

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do-it-jakey-baby · 3 days

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Somebody save me

#josh greta van fleet #joshua kiszka #josh kiszka #josh gvf #JOSH WHAT THE FUCK

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takenbythestarcatchers · 2 years

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Literally everything about him is perfect.

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trin-gvf · 2 years

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the love i have for josh kiszka makes my heart hurt and stomach fucking CHURN.

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #josh gvf #joshua kiszka #josh #joshua gvf

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moonlightisdancing · 6 months

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Guidance/ j.m.k

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 1692

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI kissing, touching, very light spanking(?), fingering, oral (m&f receiving), guided intercourse/orgasm, unprotected sex

LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING

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Sundays are for incense, hot tea and yoga. The sweet scent of Nag Champa fills the air around you, paired with the fruity scent of steeping oolong tea. Josh walks over towards the coffee table to place his mug down next to yours. He sits next to you and rubs your cheek with his hand before placing a gentle kiss to your lips, allowing the contact to linger. Once he pulls away, you find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him back in.

“Just one more?” You ask, peppering kisses to his soft lips.

“Or a hundred.” Josh giggles between kisses. “A hundred works for me.”

He pulls away, stripping you of his addictive touch, earning a groan from both ends. If you could spend every waking moment feeling him, you would.

“Okay, mama, you ready to start?” He asks, gesturing towards the yoga mats he just finished laying down.

You nod yes, placing your hands on his thighs to push yourself up from the couch. As you begin to walk away, Josh’s hand makes hard contact with the swell of your ass. You let out a yelp and shoot your hand back to grab his, pulling him up from the couch and towards the mats with you. The yoga mats are facing one another so the two of you can watch each other. It’s a simple form of intimacy that you’ve grown to love. Watching as Josh’s curls bounce against his forehead with each movement, the pinkness of his cheeks forming each time he bends over. Whenever you sit knee to knee for meditation, you always peek your eyes open just to take in the great detail of his thoughtful face, committing every detail to memory. Josh watches you too, finding new minute details to love deeply.

“Okay, knees together. Bring your arms up together and inhale deeply. Feel the air fill your lungs and enter your veins.” Josh speaks low, dragging his fingers down your solar plexus.

You let out a hushed hiss at the contact. Sure the yoga was rewarding, but the real prize was the innocent and sensual touching during it all. The light drag of his fingers across your skin, or his hands helping to readjust you into the correct position. Without a doubt, yoga always made you horny, and he made sure to take care of that aspect afterwards each time.

“Bring your arms down slowly and exhale. Now, slowly move your legs shoulder width apart. Bend at the hips and meet the ground with your palms.”

Mmh, downward dog…

You peek your eyes open in an attempt to catch a glimpse of Josh’s perfectly round ass up in the air, but you’re met with an empty yoga mat before you.

“Where’d you go?” You question.

“Back here.” He answers, tapping your ass with his hands like a drum.

You look between your legs, met with Josh’s feet behind you.

“Whatcha doin’ back there, lover?”

“Taking in the view.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s my favorite this time of day.”

“Is that so?”

He answers by walking closer behind you, gently pressing his hard length against your backside. His fingers find their way running along your spine.

“Can’t do that to me…”

“Why not?” Josh chides, placing his hands on your hips.

“You’re a tease.”

“Just say the words, mama.” He slowly starts to rock his hips up and down, teasing his length against you.

“Please?”

“Please, what?”

“Please touch me.” You beg.

It never takes much convincing. If you’re down ten times a day, so is he, anytime you want it. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down around your ankles.

“Nothing underneath? Naughty girl.”

On his knees behind you, he wraps his forearms around the front of your thighs, hands resting close to your core, pressing the backs of your thighs into his shoulders. Josh digs his fingertips into the flesh of your inner thighs just enough you’re confident he’ll leave bruises for tomorrow. He wastes no time dragging his tongue through your folds, working himself across your aching clit. Hands still on the floor, you look through your legs to watch him the best you can. All you can see is Josh’s cock growing with impatience beneath his sweatpants. You move one hand from the ground in attempts to reach between your legs and grab him, but to no avail.

“You okay, baby?” He hums into you.

“Wanna feel you.”

“Like this?” Josh moves one hand away from your thighs to run his fingers through your slick.

He teases your entrance before dipping a finger in, curling it against your sweet spot.

“Fuck, I can’t wait.” He removes his finger and places his hands to your hips, pulling himself up off the ground.

“Can I love you now?” Josh asks, rubbing his hands in wide circles over your ass.

“Mhm, please?” The intoxicating feeling of his hands on you is almost enough for you to shut down.

He rids himself of his sweatpants, tossing them across the living room. He places one hand to your hip as the other guides his length between your velvety folds. He collects your slick on himself, teasing your clit with the tip before resting his length at your entrance.

“Breathe in through your nose, take what you need.”

You follow his instructions feeling the air fill your lungs, the sensation of his hands burning metaphorical impressions on your flesh.

“Gently take it in.” He slowly pushes himself into your throbbing core. “Feel me right there? Your sacral chakra?”

“Mmh, Josh.” You moan as his length stretches you, perfectly filling you up.

“Give me one of your wrists.” He demands.

You reach your left arm back, Josh removes his left hand from your waist and tightens it around your wrist.

“Other one, too, mama.”

You repeat your motions, allowing Josh to be in control. Each stroke leaves you yearning for more of him in any way you can have him. His grip around your wrists, the way he fits inside you perfectly, his thighs against yours. Through all the pleasure, the prolonged stretching of your thighs urges a whine of discomfort to escape your lips.

“Legs. Hurt.” You’re barely able to get the words out.

Josh releases your hands and pulls out of you. He places his arms around your body and brings the both of you down to the yoga mat. He lays back on the mat and pulls your hips back until his lips meet your center, your face above his groin. He dips his tongue inside of you, swirling it around to capture the taste of you entirely. Dragging your tongue across his sensitive tip, you ease him into your mouth, making up the difference with your palm. You move your flattened tongue up and down his shaft, cleaning yourself off of him. His tongue finds its way to your clit as he teasingly flicks it against you a few times. Bringing his hands up to spread your cheeks, he places two fingers inside of you, working them back and forth. Josh readjusts so your abdomen lays on his chest, core above his neck. Assuming it’s for the view, you make sure to hover.

“Sit.” He demands, pulling you onto his neck.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Not gonna hurt, trust me.”

“What do you want me to do?” You were genuinely asking.

“Sit and ride while my fingers fuck you.”

You lower yourself onto his throat, letting your clit rub against his Adam's apple. He moans in pleasure as your pussy chokes him. Your free hand reaches to cup his balls, gently massaging them as you fuck your mouth around his width, drool dripping down your chin and rolling between his thighs.

“Fuck, mama. I’m so close. Please don’t stop.” He whispers.

The taste of precum welcomes itself to your lips. You remove your mouth from his cock and pull yourself away from his neck. It’s only a matter of seconds before you’re hovering over his cock, your slick covered thighs making their way around his hips. You lower yourself onto him, moaning as he uses you to pull himself up, grabbing you in a hug. His one arm snakes under your top, crossing over your torso. Josh cups your breast, rolling your tender nipple between his index and thumb. The other treads the geography of your body until his fingers find their way against your clit.

“Focus on how I make you feel.” Josh whispers into your ear, trailing wet, heated kisses across your neck and shoulder.

He begins applying slightly more pressure against your clit as he rolls his hips into you, pressing against your sweet spot. You start to tighten around his twitching cock, both on the verge of coming completely undone.

“Right there, baby. Fuck me just like that.” His hold on you grows stronger the closer he gets.

“Josh, I’m gonna cum.”

“Come on, cum for me, mama.” Josh rests his head between your shoulder blades, gently biting into the flesh of your back.

You reach a hand back down to massage his balls again, hoping he’ll come with you. Once you feel the warm release of your soulmate spill out of his throbbing cock, you find yourself coming completely undone in everything relating to him. Taking in the way his warm seed fills you deeply, his tender touch to his favorite spots, the way the room lingers with the aroma of sexual intimacy. You barely lift yourself off of him, turning around to sit in his lap facing him. He wraps his arms around your torso and scoots the two of you back against the front of the couch. You nuzzle your nose into his neck, taking in his fucked out scent. Josh drags his fingers up and down your spine, resting his cheek against your head. Your fingers find their way tangled in the sweat-soaked curls resting at the nape of his neck, running them through the ends.

“Feel better?” Josh hums, his voice laced with lust.

“We should do this kind of yoga more often.”

“We can do that.”

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