Joshkiszka Stories

Rose is only a high school girl trying to get by. Between going to school, managing a flower shop with her brother and grandfather. She has no social life. No time for what you would consider a normal teenage high school experience. And then it happens. Two strangers come waltzing into her beloved flower shop, and they caught her all by herself. She got handed a note to deliver. These strangers are dangerous, but Rose doesn't know that at first. But she will soon.

Sage is trying to adjust to her new life in Frankenmuth by auditioning for the school play. But will her past hinder her from reaching for her dreams? Or will Josh be there to lend a helping hand?

She's twenty-two, overqualified for survival, and somehow the only thing standing between four world-famous musicians and complete chaos. As Greta Van Fleet's personal assistant, Y/N has mastered the art of keeping schedules, egos, and late-morning disasters under control-usually with nothing more than a planner, a raised voice, and sheer exhaustion disguised as confidence. The job is messy, loud, and strangely intimate, built on routines that blur the line between professional responsibility and something dangerously close to family. But when emotions start shifting beneath the surface, "routine" stops feeling safe. Now she's stuck in the middle of it all: a job she can't afford to lose, friendships that are starting to feel like something more, and a growing fear that the most dangerous thing in the house might not be the chaos-but the feelings no one is saying out loud. Because in a house full of music, noise, and unspoken tension... it only takes one shift in rhythm for everything to fall out of tune.

I create alot of stories in my dreams and one of them came to me and I thought I must write this down, so if you love Greta Van Fleet then hopefully you'll enjoy this story 🤷

Josh 🎤 Jake 🎸 Sam🎹 and Danny🥁 These are based off of my personal opinion. (Request are open)

"ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love" **little bit of suicide & drugs **if ur offended don't read

Christmas one shots with Greta

Congratulations! You married a member of a rock n' roll band called Greta Van Fleet, and now, it's time for you to go on your honeymoon. Domestic bliss is surely not far away. Meanwhile, see what adventures await you and your husband on your fabulous trip!

**ON HIATUS**WRITERS BLOCK** Sage is dragged to a Greta Van Fleet concert by her best friend. Will it be just another memory or will her future change for the better after meeting a certain front man in a sparkly jumpsuit?

Have you ever had something happen that it feels too good to be true? Nikole has. She just learned of Greta Van Fleet a couple months ago, but her love for their music is undeniable. Little does she know, her first time seeing them in concert will be the last as a paying fan.

Freaky storms, late night cravings, and faulty elevators. What could go wrong? How about getting stuck in said elevator with a stranger? At least one of them brought booze. #ElevatorTrope #MiniFic #GretaVanFleet #JoshXofc #I'mASuckerForCliches #Don'tPretendYou'reAboveIt #Fluff #MildSwearing #JoshIsAdorkable

Even rockstars get stage fright...

You're at a Greta Van Fleet concert and Josh Kiszka emotionally sings always there. plus, you're in a parasocial relationship with him.

Greta Van Fleet is the ships name. Jake's the captain. You're a wench. You get the idea. Enjoy. (;

in which you're in a groupchat with your four best friends. copyright © airplaneslive 2019 #3 in samkiszka 2.5.19 #2 in joshkiszka 2.20.19 #1 in joshkiska 3.7.19

KJ and Jake had not seen each other in years, when they unexpectedly meet again things take a turn neither of them saw coming. Story will be uploaded in chapters.

"Te di todo loq ue pude dar, y aún así me abandonaste"

His smile made you feel butterflies, the certain type of warmth in your stomach you never felt before. his laugh made your cheeks glow red, his touch made you see stars. They he smelled of weed and nature made your skin tingle with desire. The way his fingers danced along the piano with grace, made your heart melt. How could no one like him? why was he known as the Lonely Stoner, he was beautiful, funny, smart, and kind. You wanted too know, and shortly you did.

"You've got to be kidding, Astrid. After all of this- Everything we talked about, you're still leaving," Sam's eyes welted up with angry tears. His face changed expressions to a furrowed brow. He rubbed his forehead. I couldn't move. I just stared down at him, sitting on his bed. I held my backpack in my arms. He glanced up at me, just staring. Expressionless. Sam angrily stood up, and paced around the room. "Jesus Astrid," he said. He stood in front of me. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me Astrid," He locked eyes with me. His eyes were tinted pink from the tears that escaped from his tear ducts. His eyes traveled all along my face. I felt wetness fall down my cheek. I quickly swiped it away. Sam didn't break eye contact. "Say it," he said, firmly. "Sam-" I stuttered. "Say it, Astrid. Say you don't love me, and this can all be over," He breathed heavier with every word. His voice was on the brink of cracking. He sucked his bottom lip under his top teeth. "Stop," my voice was low and shaking. He closed his eyes and dropped his head. I closed mine and let my tears vibrate my body with a pattern of panicked breaths. I opened my eyes quickly when I felt his movement. He looked back into my eyes with tears flowing down his cheeks. He put his palms on my cheeks and kissed my forehead. He rested his forehead on mine for a quick second, then glanced back into my eyes. "Goodbye, Astrid,"