#the best advice i can give is to just go into the greta van fleet tag to find people who you gel with

[masterkiszka]

English Coffee.

Triggers: 18+ only!, some DA, name calling, etc.

Summary: Fionnuala has had a shit time, so when she gets screamed at by a customer it’s the last straw. She gets a job working with Greta Van Fleet on their tour as a costume design assistant. She has a rule for no relationships but what happens when she catches the eye of Josh? Will she go ahead and follow her heart, or will she refuse and lose everything she loves ?

Chapter 2.

I woke up the next morning to few texts.

Orla

Hey! How is it? Did you find out the bands name?

Facetime me !

Mum

Glad you are enjoying it! Ring me when you can please x

Greta

Josh: Here we are! A group chat, Flo can listen to our designs !

Jake: Wooo!

Sam: Oh fuck yeah! This will be amazing, we can all plan to go to a bar soon!

Danny: Sounds good! Will be fun for us all.

Fionnuala: Oh wow, I feel like i’m going to regret giving you guys my number?

Josh: Not at all

Jake: Probably

Danny: I don’t doubt that you will regret giving Sam your number

Sam: RUDE !

Laughing I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, to get ready for the day. I was a bit nervous, it’s my first full day and I have to show i’m capable of this job.

Jess sent me over my hours last night after dinner, she said they are the basics of what I can do or just do my own but make sure i’m adding them up to the average.

It was about 8am so I decided to call Orla and my mum to tell them how I am getting on. After a quick phone call with my mum, who I had to promise I was coming back for Christmas 100 times I called Orla.

She quickly answered the facetime, I could see she was in the kitchen of my flat. ‘Fionnuala! How are you?’ She shouted, she is always the loud type. She was sipping some coffee. ‘Orla!! I miss you man, how are you? Is the flat okay?’ ‘It’s fine you need to stop worrying so much, now tell me the band I know you know who it is by now.’ ‘It’s Greta Van Fleet, you know the ones who do Safari Song ? The song we like.’ ‘Fuck off!! It’s not!! With the hot twin brothers ?’ She said while getting up and walking into the bathroom, she placed her phone down on the counter and started brushing her hair. ‘Yeah! Those guys.’ ‘As if you are on tour with them! You have to get me tickets to some shows.’ ‘Of course!’ ‘So how are the guys? How’s the hotels?’ ‘They are amazing, you wouldn’t believe what it’s like over here it’s amazing. The guys are so cool, and my boss Jess is lovely she’s just like a friend instead of a boss.’

We chatted some more about work and then I decided to tell her about Ezra, she would find out anyway, she always has the best advice on his situation.

‘So Ezra text me a couple of times.’ I said looking down. ‘He what? What is he saying to you?’

I had her propped up on the side of the counter and ran my hands through my hair. ‘He has asked me to call him he said we have some stuff to discuss, and he knows i’m in America. How would he know I’m here? I have him blocked on everything so he can’t see my stories and I don’t have that many friends to tell.’

Orla sighed and put her coffee down, ‘I have no idea, unless he has another account that you don’t know about where he isn’t himself? Just ignore it, why do you not have him blocked anyway?’

I leant against the counter and put my head in my hands, ‘I have no idea, I wanted to block him after I left but I just couldn’t.’ Orla looked at me through the phone and began to walk into the living room, ‘It’s the mental affect he has on you, just block him now and if you post a story go through who looks at it first and see if he has another account, let me know if he tries to text or ring again.’

I chatted to Orla for a bit longer then we hung up so I could start getting ready for work. I wanted to look presentable, but also comfy and still have my personality coming through.

I showered and decided on some flared stretchy black trousers, a beige band shirt and my high top converse. Comfy but casual. I had a feeling I was gonna be there a long time, and that I was gonna need that extra security from being comfortable in my own clothes.

By the time I left it was around 10am and Jess had text me to let me know she was at the arena and to find her when I get there so we can talk to the guys about some upcoming costumes they want. I hoped they had some food there, I was starving. Jet lag was still hitting me like a bitch, and my body clock had gone crazy I barely slept last night.

I ordered an uber from the hotel, it was already heating up in Nashville and I was beginning to sweat again, when I got in the car I checked my phone, all of the guys has requested to follow me. How they found my instagram was a mystery I had it set on private and a different name. I changed it after I left Ezra. I accepted them all and followed them all back.

I quickly got to the arena and went to find Jess. She was sitting in the arena on some chairs where people would be standing later, sketching in her book. When she saw me walking over she waved and smiled, ‘Hiya! Sleep alright or is jet lag getting to you?’ I sighed and plopped down next to her, ‘It’s got to me alright. I feel like death on legs.’ She laughed and put her arm round me into a hug, ‘Well let’s get some coffee and crack on with the day.’ I chucked my head back and groaned, ‘Really? Well okay I guess that’s what I am here to do.’ I looked around at the arena and took in the size of it, ‘Isn’t it crazy that some 20 something year old guys are playing to this many people every night?’ I said, Jess looked around and sighed ‘It is crazy that this is their life, and it’s crazy that a e are here to dress them for it.’

I looked at her, it’s true. We are on this journey with them, how mad is that. She hooked her arm with mine and we started to walk to the little kitchen area to make a coffee. ‘This is my first American coffee, you better make it good.’ I said while hopping on the side. ‘No it’s not!’. She said while looking at me, ‘If that’s true let’s go get dunkin’’ or something !’ She said throwing her hands up, ‘I cannot let your first USA coffee be a shit ready made one. You need the full experience.’ I laughed, ‘Let’s go then !’ I hopped down off the side and we made our way to the car and she hopped in, ‘So how are you liking America so far?’ She said while we were waiting at some traffic lights, ‘It’s good! It’s very different from England, like I went to the toilet this morning and the water level is so high, what’s that about ? Also the beds are incredibly bigger than back home and the amount of traffic here is crazy.’ I said while looking out the window, ‘Yeah I get that, I’ve never been to England but watching some television shows from over there is mental.’ She pulled in to dunkin’ and I told her to get me whatever she has a I had no idea how to order over here.

My phone pinged with the message tone at that moment, my body froze up at that moment and I didn’t dare look at it. Jess put my drink in her cup holder and looked over at me, ‘Flo? Is that him? Do you want me to look?’ I nodded and passed her my phone, she looked at it and sighed, ‘It’s okay, it’s just the group chat with the guys.’ I sighed in relief and put my head in my hands.

‘I need to block him, my best friend Orla told me to this morning but I can’t. I feel like I need to give him that access to me.’ I said while picking at my fingernails, a nervous habit I developed since being with him and being on edge constantly. ‘Do you want me to do it?’ Jess said, she placed her hand on my shoulder. ‘Please! Can you?’ I handed her my phone back, she quickly got his contact up and handed it back. ‘There you go. He’s gone okay? He can’t contact you anymore, also you have a message from Josh in the chat. How is it going with them?’ She said while pulling away and sipping her drink.

I took a sip of mine and cringed a bit, ‘Are you sure this has coffee in it ? It tastes like pure sugar and vanilla.’ She laughed at me ‘I’m sure, now tell me how it is with the guys! They’re really welcoming to new people aren’t they?’ I pulled up my phone while telling her how fun they were and how nice they were to me yesterday.

Greta

Josh: Flo? Where are you? We wanna chat 😊

‘Hey, take a selfie with me. Josh wants to know where I am.’ I pulled up the front camera and Jess smiled while looking at the road and I did the same while holding my drink up.

Flo: I’m being educated on the audacity of American coffee, tastes like pure tooth decay 😩

Josh: How rude!

Sam: We can’t have this can we boys!

Danny: She might have a point you know

Jake: Oh it’s on like donkey kong

Sam: She comes over here with the cheek to insult our lifestyle !

Flo: I will never back down !

Josh: Just wait till we find you

I laughed and put my phone away, ‘Looks like i’m in for it when we get back, they are insulted by me calling the coffee shit.’ Jess smiled while looking over at me, ‘Well if they don’t cooperate they have no costumes for the rest of the tour.’ I smiled and nodded. We chatted some more about clothes and what our personal style is for the rest of the drive back, and about some ideas we have for the guys.

We pulled in and got out the car, she lead me down the many corridors again and told me they have 1 more show here tonight and tomorrow we move on to Fort Worth. We made our way into what looked like a meeting room with all the drawings and colour swatches laid out on a massive table, I looked at them and took in the kind of designs they liked. It was a lot of flair and gems which I loved, the extravagance was amazing.

We sat down and sipped the coffee while we drew some more ideas we had, the guys soon made their entrance known. Sam stalked in last when everyone else had sat down, he pointed at me ‘You bitch!’ Me and Jess burst out laughing. ‘Sorry, what?’ I said, ‘How dare you insult our ways!’ I laughed again, everyone was laughing too. ‘Sorry but it’s true! Have you guys ever had English coffee? It’s so much stronger.’ I said while colouring in a wide pant leg design I was making for Josh.

‘She’s right you guys, English coffee is better. So much less sugar and flavouring.’ Jake said while sliding into a seat opposite me and texting on his phone. I wonder if the guys have partners ? They hadn’t brought that stuff up yesterday.

‘So Flo, what have you got for us ?’ Danny said from the seat next to Jake. ‘So I have a few designs here, I really like this one for Jake. I know you have the whole trouser thing going and wanted to continue that. I have got the dark colours you love, and added some red and gold beading. I have done a basic design of a couple of swallow and swirls but if you have any other design we can do that too.’ I said while sliding the drawings over to him. He looked them over nodding, ‘I love that! That’s amazing Flo thanks.’ Jess was talking to Danny and Sam about what she had going on from beside me.

Josh slid into the chair next to me with a smile, ‘What have you got for me ?’ I smiled back, feeling some butterflies grow. Oh no, we are not doing this again. I squashed them down and took a deep breath. ‘I love the genie leg you have going most of the time, and the blazer and wanted to keep true to that. I have gone for gold this time, I think it would compliment your skin tone nicely. Maybe as a change and done the same beading Jake has.’

‘I love it! That’s amazing Flo.’ Josh said while smiling at me. ‘So you think gold with my skin tone?’ I nodded and looked away feeling a bit shy with all the attention and praise I have. ‘Yeah, I think it would suit you. But if you want to go for the classic white and silver we can do that.’ I said looking down at the drawing I had done. ‘No, I’ll go for gold. I haven’t done it much, would be a nice change. Something new for tour.’ We chatted some more about the beads and stitching, and he wanted to change a couple of them which I did.

‘So, are you ever going to tell me your middle name or I am going to have to steal your purse to get your ID?’ Josh said, leaning back in his chair. I smirked over at him, ‘Oh you think you can get my purse?’ I said, while picking my bag up and clutching my purse to me. ‘Come on, Flo. Just me, the guys don’t have to know. We found your instagram but there are no details on there.’ He said, he had one leg crossed over the other. I noticed he had another necklace on, he looks quite sexy with them. No, Flo.

‘Why do you want to know so bad? For all you know it could be Margaret.’ I said smiling, he looked at me and rolled his eyes. ‘With a name like Fionnuala, I can tell it’s not Margaret.’ Well, that’s true. ‘All in good time, Mr. Kiszka. I am but your humble servant, you don’t need to know these things about me.’ I smirked and pulled my bag up off the floor when noticing Jess was beginning to pack her stuff away. I checked the time on my phone, 4pm. Nearly dinner, I wonder what i’m doing for dinner. I saw I had a missed call from an unknown number, I could feel myself freeze up looking at it.

‘I think you’re much more than that.’ Josh says quietly while I go to stand from the chair. I looked over at him quickly, he was staring at me with a little smile on his face. I smiled back softly, ‘Well aren’t you a little charmer today.’ He giggled and turned to talk to Jake.

‘Flo, what are you doing for dinner?’ Jess said, coming to stand next to me. I looked down at her, as she was a little bit shorter than me. ‘No idea, I was thinking about going to McDonalds or another takeaway place because I want to see the difference between here and home.’ I explained, I was standing behind my chair and my bag was hanging over my shoulder. I could feel a slight tugging and looked down. Sam was leaning over trying to get into my bag. ‘What the hell man?’ I said while laughing, I pulled my bag away. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ I could hear Jake mimicking my accent from his chair.

‘Josh has us all interested in what your middle name is!’ He explained getting up off the floor, ‘I was trying to get your drivers license or something.’ Jess was dying of laughter next to me, ‘If you want to know that badly I know it from her paperwork. You guys could have just asked me.’ I quickly slapped my hand over her mouth. ‘Jess no, they don’t deserve to know now they have been trying to steal my ID. They can’t just be patient, I was going to tell them all tomorrow but now they can wait.’

‘Wait?’ Jake said while shaking his head, his necklaces he had round his neck shaking. ‘Yes, Jake. Wait.’ I said smiling and beginning to walk out taking Jess with me, I could hear her heels clicking as we walked. ‘How long for?’ Sam said leaning out the door into the hallway. ‘Till the end of tour, you only have yourself to blame.’ I called back, giggling with Jess. ‘You idiots, she was going to tell us!’ Danny said to the others from inside the room. ‘Don’t blame me.’ Sam said.

Me and Jess had decided to order in some McDonalds for me to try. She was collecting it from the main desk while I got changed into some comfy clothes. I got into some black trackie bottoms and a big dickies jumper. Even though it is boiling here in the day, the nights are dark and cold which I love. We have an early flight tomorrow to Fort Worth, so I need to pack when Jess leaves. I was just brushing my hair when I heard my phone go off from the bedroom. I walked and got it,

Josh: Did you get your Mcdonald’s ? Is your opinion as bad as the coffee?

Josh? Josh has text me? Not in the group, but privately. What the hell. Orla is going to freak. I quickly screenshotted and sent it over to Orla.

I didn’t know what to reply. Do I reply? I mean this is my boss essentially, does that mean I have to? Or do I not reply because it’s inappropriate? He could just ask me tomorrow. But I like that he’s text me to find out. No, I shouldn’t like it.

Jess walked back in to the room, ‘Ta da! American McDonalds!’ She said, while placing the massive bag down on the bed. She looked over at me, ‘Did I miss something?’

I handed her my phone, ‘Do I reply? It’s inappropriate, right? You’re my boss I shouldn’t tell you anyway but I don’t know.’ I said while opening the bag and picking out her food to give to her. ‘Oh wow, it’s only a question Flo. Don’t worry too much. Just reply.’ She said while taking her food. I picked my phone up and began to reply. ‘Take a picture of me with my mcdonald’s please! I want to document as much of my time here as I can, also i’ll send it to Josh!’ I asked while passing her my phone.

Flo: It just arrived so hold your horses.

Josh: I wait with bated breath. Also, very cute picture with the mcdonalds

‘Shit he’s replied already that’s quick.’ I said. I opened my big mac I had ordered, ‘Jess, this is the size of a birthday cake. Is this seriously the standard big mac ?’ I said, I took a bite and was shocked. It wasn’t actually that bad. ‘Wait till I pass you the medium cola, I think you’re going to explode.’ She laughed, ‘So, tell me. Josh?’ She asked while sipping her monster of a coke. Is this the normal size of US food and drink? My dunkin was huge but I just assumed she got me a large.

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about. He’s essentially my boss that’s it, we get on okay but it’s just professional.’ I explained to her, she looked at me like she didn’t believe a word I was saying. ‘Flo, how many times do I have to tell you. I might be your boss, but we are friends you can talk to me.’ She said while putting her hand on mine, ‘You don’t have to worry okay.’ I smiled at her. ‘I don’t know, he’s gorgeous we both know that. But, he’s Josh it’s not gonna happen. I don’t want to get involved with anyone while i’m here, I have to go back to Scotland in September next year.’ I said while sipping the coke, ‘Wow, okay this is too sweet to be coke.’ I placed it down.

‘Well who knows, sometimes people come into our life when we least expect it.’ She said, ‘Right, I need to pack for tomorrow and so do you. Be in the hallway at 7am missy or I am leaving without you, the flight is at 9 to Fort Worth. Also, please respond to the poor boy he might just want to be your friend.’ With that she walked out.

I wasn’t expecting a reply from Orla considering it’s like midnight back home. Guess I am on my own for this chat.

Flo: It’s not terrible, it’s absolutely ginormous compared to home and the coke is shit. But, the fries are better.

Josh: That’s good! I’m glad our food is to your liking Miss. England.

So tell me, do I really have to wait a full year to find out your middle name? ☹️

Flo: Well, I might be able to make an exception based on how you are. No more trying to rob me to find it out and I guess I can tell you early.

Why do you want to know so bad?

Josh: That’s a start. I will take that!

It’s interesting to me, I know it’s going to be something unique so i’m curious.

Flo: Well, it’s definitely unique that’s true.

Josh: I have to go, we have a concert to perform! See you in the morning 😊

He sent a picture of him smiling into the camera, it was a little fuzzy in the rush but it was adorable.

Flo: Good luck! Can’t wait to see one !

I sent a picture of me in the bathroom mirror to him smiling. Was this going to be our thing now ?

Morning? I thought they would be on a totally different flight ? Well guess not. Okay, totally harmless texting. That’s fine, we can do that.

I packed up my room and left out some black corduroy dungarees, and a plain white t-shirt for the morning, and went to bed.

[stevie-baby]

hii! i was wondering if you could recommend any gvf blogs? my dash is severely lacking in gvf content. thanks!!

Hi and sorry for the late response!! A lot of the blogs I follow have been in the fandom for a while and post more than just gvf, but there are a lot of newer gvf blogs that have popped up in the last few months. I'm still checking out all the new blogs but here are some solid people that I follow

@gretavansidecut @silver--storms @satans-helper @karrotkate @jaakey @alwayzthere @dannythedog @juvinadelgreko @annasinthewalls @satingrass-maidensfair @daughter-of-ophelia @tellmama-allaboutit @edgeofgreta @thenewagecrisis

[aint-nodenying]

seeing life through a new light (p.m)

y/n is a badass in a band with her college buddies, the abolitionists, and paul mccartney comes in to watch one day and is immediately entranced by the guitarist’s skill and beauty. however, there’s a wild twist about her...

word count: 3,628

a/n. alright, here it is!! now i wrote this pretty quickly (well for me lol) but i’m still really proud of this and how i put my idea on “paper”. now the song that i used in this one was black smoke rising by greta van fleet because i imagine that y/n’s band is like led zeppelin-esque where led zeppelin literally takes inspiration from them (since this is before led formed) but yeah most of their songs that i’m gonna write with this series is gonna be gvf or led,, sorry not sorry.

remember that my taglist is open and you can join it right here: xxxx

let me know if it’s not working and i can try to fix it!! anyways, enough rambling, enjoy this bad boy!!! (ps if anyone wants me to make a outfit look book for this lmk because i’d be very much up for it)

also i didn’t know who to tag because my normal list on victims didn’t heed my advice and fill out my taglist (ahem) so i’ll just tag y’all too, don’t be mad at me since y’all didn’t listen but just don’t read if you don’t want to. don’t come for me for tagging you if you didn’t want to be bc you literally didn’t follow my instructions. have a nice day!

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October 1961

You loved the feeling of the wind against your skin. You loved the feeling of the fretboard touching your fingertips when you pressed down on the strings. You loved the feeling of the bass booming against the stage when you performed live. You loved getting lost in the adrenaline when performing. You loved to just feel. However, you didn’t love it when some asshole bumped into you without apologizing. You were in a crowded bar, sitting on one of the barstools after a performance with your band, The Abolitionists. Your bandmates, Thomas, David, and Michael were nowhere to be seen. They had the habit of abandoning you once the set was over, opting to tend to their groupies. You didn’t have any problems with that though, normally you had your friends with you and the boys meant no harm in abandoning you.

At this point in your life, you were a second year in uni for computer science and performed with your mates at gigs every other night, quite successfully might you add. You hadn’t regularly gotten drunk with your mates since they had always been quite protective of you, especially David since he had known you since secondary school when you had moved to Liverpool from Australia at the age of 15. You were best friends with David since you had met him tutoring him in math class. You and him met the other band members in college, deciding to form a band in which you were the guitarist along with Michael (who was also the lead singer, mind you), occasionally playing a diddy on the piano - David was the bassist, and Thomas was the drummer. You had been performing together for about two years at this time and you all were very happy together, barely arguing. You were beginning to gain a crowd of fans, along with a couple of record companies listening to your original pieces.

You downed another shot of whiskey, immediately reaching for another one, wincing at the stinging sensation as you did so. As you held the full shot in your hand, your friends immediately tried to pry it out of your hands, protesting wildly.

“Y/N, love I think you’ve had enough for one night,” said Margaret gently. She reached for the small glass once more and was batted away by your blindly-given hits. Patricia scoffed and pulled on Margo’s arm by the crook of her elbow.

“Don’t bother, the woman is an Aussie, she can drink you under the table.” you giggled and winked, bopping your nose with your index finger. You quickly downed the second drink and hissed loudly at the burn. You gestured towards one of them and cleared your throat before jumping down from the stool.

“I need to use the loo, one of you accompany me, please.” you still had your arm out and felt one of them grab your hand (judging from the overpowering perfume, you guess it was Margo) and place it in the crook of their elbow. The two of you began to walk through the crowd of people before someone promptly bumped straight into you, pouring their drink all over the front of your button-up.

Margo gasped loudly and you heard a distinct slapping noise before she angrily yelled out, “Watch out, arsehole. Where were you looking?” you tugged on Margo’s arm impatiently before pulling her away from the stunned Brit. “Fuckin’ arse, who does he think he is running into you like that?” you snorted as you took off your shirt and exposed your black sports bra to the infuriated blonde.

“I don’t think he knew I was blind, Margo,” you said, scrubbing the shirt under the sink. There was a moment of silence before she gently grabbed the shirt from your grasp.

“I got it, babe, you weren’t scrubbing the right place.” You nodded and flicked off the water before feeling along the walls to go into a stall to relieve yourself. After you were done, you felt around the counter before grasping the faucet in your palm. You washed your hands and dried them before grabbing onto the edge of the counter and jumping up, sitting next to the sink. “I mean I understand you just performed beautifully, and it definitely doesn’t seem like a blind person could do that, he still should’ve apologized to you instead of just staring at you.” you giggled and swung your legs back and forth.

“Darling, maybe he thought my looks were to die for,” she scoffed, slapping a wet hand on your knee. You shrieked loudly and immediately started laughing along with Margo. She sighed deeply and held up your shirt.

“Yeah, the shirt is fucked, sorry love. I’ll give you my cardigan out there, it’s a bit chilly today.” you nodded and jumped off the counter, holding out your hand once more. She grabbed onto your palm and rested it in the crook of her elbow, opening the door. Upon opening it, you heard the jukebox play more clearly and the chatter less muffled. You also heard Margo scoff and felt her move jerkily against the side of your arm, as if she were pushing someone out of the way.

“Fuck off, you prick,” she pulled you towards the table while you blinked confusedly. You stopped suddenly and Margo placed your hands onto the tall barstool before letting go and going to sit in her own chair. “God, the boy is persistent, that one is.”

Patty looked between you two, confusion clouding her face. “What happened?” she glanced down at your chest. “Y/N, babe, where’d your top go?” you felt something soft touch your bicep and you reached out to find it was said cardigan from Mago and put it on.

“Some bloke spilled his bevvy onto my chest, and Margo is quite pissed about it, so don’t talk about it much.” you snickered. You felt around the table for a shot and when grasped in your palm, you downed it and heard a loud gasp from beside you.

“You again? Didn’t I tell you to fuck off?” you were confused before a loud scoff came from behind you. You set the shot glass down and turned towards the noise.

“Well you didn’t let me have a chance now did you, was too busy admirin’ your friend to get me words out,” snarked the mysterious man. You muffled your snickers behind the palm of your hand before Margo mocked him loudly.

“Oh yeah, admirin’, that’s a load of tosh. You were right oglin’ her, you were. Quite a creep this boy is, let’s go girls.” You felt the table shake before you felt a hand on your shoulder. You reached out, waiting for one of the girls to take your hand and guide you off the stool but it hadn’t come. “Oi, get your mangy hands off her, you tosser.” You felt a petite, small hand grab your elbow and pull you off the chair roughly, nearly making you fall.

“Wait, where we goin’?” you asked, tripping over your own feet by how fast they were leading you.

“Tryin’ to find David, he’ll help you. You’ve still got to clear the stage.” you nodded and felt yourselves slow down as you tried to maneuver through the large crowd of people. At one point, you were crushed between two people and the hand guiding you disappeared. You panicked and froze, not knowing what to do. You were without your seeing eye, without your cane; you were utterly lost and didn’t know what to do.

All of a sudden, you felt a hand on your shoulder and you screamed, beginning to smack the air in front of you. You came in contact with the person a couple of times before realizing it was the guy from before.

“Ouch, can you calm down?” he asked, grabbing onto both of your hands with his one. “Are you okay?” you gulped loudly and shook your head scared, panting.

“No, please don’t hurt me, I don’t have anything to offer,” you dry-sobbed. You tried to weakly tug your hands out of his grip before giving up, giving into your fate. He laughed dryly before letting you go suddenly.

“I wasn’t goin’ to try anything, you know. I was just gonna tell you how much I liked your performance. I’m in a band meself so I was goin’ to ask you how you do your riffs.” During his spiel, you managed to calm down to just occasional sniffles and glanced in his direction.

“Truly?” he nodded, which you couldn’t see. You didn’t say anything so he just confirmed it verbally once more. “Alright, help me out of this crowd then I’ll talk to you.” he nodded and grabbed your shoulder, leading you out of the crowd, just a little ways away from your friends. “Alright, what’s your name, what’s your band name, when’s your next performance?”

He gave a short laugh before letting go of your shoulder to cross his arms at his chest. “My name’s Paul McCartney, I’m apart of The Beatles, and our next performance is at the Cavern Club.” your eyes widened in recognition and reached out to slap him in his chest.

“Paul McCartney? Lord, who knew I was standing in front of pure talent? Yeah, I’ve heard of you blokes around, you’re very quite popular with the ladies. I’m sorry about my friend, Margo, by the way, she’s normally not that aggressive. She actually really likes your music, she’s just been a bit on edge lately. I’m actually quite surprised she didn’t recognize you.” he smiled bashfully, kicking his foot, glancing down.

“Thank you, I really appreciate that. I really like your new song as well, what was it, Black Smoke Rising?” you nodded. “Yeah, who wrote that one, it’s amazing.” you smiled and giggled a bit. You pointed at yourself and he looked at you in disbelief.

“Yeah, I wrote it like two years ago and we all came up with our own riffs and shit, David’s voice really brings it to life, though.” his smile slowly faded and he cleared his throat.

“Are you and David dating?” he asked timidly. “Just wonderin’ because it seems as though you guys have a lot of chemistry on stage, he looks at you quite a bit.” you laughed loudly at that comment, clapping your hands together joyfully.

“No, David is like a brother and I’m like a sister to him, don’t worry. We’ve just known each other since secondary so we’ve got a bit of memories, that’s all. I don’t really see his glances anyways, maybe he’s just seeing if I’m alright or summat like that.” he nodded and looked across the bar to look at his friends who were all winking and giving him thumbs up. He rolled his eyes and looked back at you.

“So, you’re quite talented and beautiful, do you mind if I could take you out on a date someday?” you smiled and rolled your eyes. “What’s that look for? I really do fancy you y’know,” you shook your head and rested your hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

“Oh, baby,” he blushed at your pet name. “You have no idea what you’re getting into,” he looked at you confused and asked you what you meant. “You do know that I’m-” you were cut off by a loud voice calling out your name to your right. You stopped talking and whipped your head towards your friend’s voice. “David?” you yelled. David yelled your name one more time, right in front of you before he softly grasped your hand in his, resting it on his arm.

“Who’s this wanker?” he asked nodding towards Paul, who was watching the exchange jealously. You shook his head and stood on your tiptoes to whisper in the 6’3 tall man’s ear. His eyes widened and immediately pulled you towards Paul, reaching out his other hand to shake the other Brit’s hand. “Paul McCartney, oh my god, we love your music, we do. We’d seen your performance from two weeks ago, we had - it was amazing, you know,” he rambled. “My girlfriend Margo absolutely fell in love with your friends, you know, it was hilarious since she’s my girlfriend but I didn’t blame her since you’re a bunch of fit lads,” his eyes widened at his words. “I mean, I’m not gay or anything but I can appreciate looks when I see it, but, oh, I mean, thanks for looking after Y/N. If she had gotten hurt, I wouldn’t of have known what to do,” you snickered at his nervous chatter and tugged lightly on his arm.

“Alright there, Dave, let the poor boy breathe.” you looked over at Paul’s direction. “If you can find me after today, come and ask me out again, maybe I’ll say yes.” You didn’t see Paul’s face light up with excitement and you definitely didn’t see David’s bewildered expression. You pulled on David’s arm once more and he began to walk towards your other friends slowly, out of shock and as to not lose you again. You both trekked through the sea of people to your band and friends. David pulled on your arm to indicate to stop walking and immediately a body slammed into yours, pulling you into a tight hug. You shrieked instinctively before recognizing the person’s perfume and patting her lightly on the back.

“Alright, love, let me go now. ‘M suffocatin’ in your hair,” Patty giggled through her sniffles and let go you go reluctantly. She stepped back and sneered in the air.

“I bet you fifty quid that jackass was leerin’ over our poor Y/N,” you giggled at her words and blindly walked over to the table that Thomas and Michael were sitting at, arms waving wildly around you. Thomas grasped your hand once you got close enough and sat you on his lap before handing you a drink. Meanwhile, David crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Patty.

“What bloke; lots of black hair, big droopy eyes, and like six feet tall?” she nodded vehemently and glared at the thought of him. David burst out laughing and clapped his hands. Margo and Patty looked at him shocked, wondering what was funny with the situation. “Babe, Patty, that was Paul McCartney from the Beatles.” judging from the prolonged silence, you guessed that the girls were in shock while Thomas patted your thigh and Michael spat a bit of his drink out.

“Holy shit, Y/N, how the fuck were you chatting with Paul McCartney?” you shrugged and took a sip of the crisp beer (guessing it was lager since it was quite clean.)

“Look, I didn’t even know it was him at first - the man is a flirt, he tried getting my number before he even realized I couldn’t even see what the guy looked-” you were interrupted by a loud guttural groan coming from Margo. “What? What happened?” you asked panicked, ready to stand up.

“I can’t believe I just yelled at Paul McCartney, kill me now.” she hid her face in David’s neck and continued to groan loudly. You huffed out of annoyance and relaxed back into Tom’s lap, his arms wrapping around your waist loosely. You heard crackling in your ear as he lit a cigarette and held out your hand for a drag. He handed it to you and you inhaled deeply, holding the smoke for a few seconds before exhaling. You felt your muscles relax as Tom patted your leg.

“Alright pet, up you get. It’s time for us to put the shit in the van,” Michael said as he gently grasped your hand. You nodded and returned the cigarette to Tom before following Mike to the front of the stage. You carefully went up the stairs of the stage and removed the smooth amp cords from your guitar and from the amp itself. You wound them around your hand and placed them along the edge of the stage for Margo to grab to put into the van. You turned back around to pick up the amp off of the small table it was on to the front of the stage once more. This time, when you put the amp down, you felt a hand grasp your wrist before you screamed out of shock.

“Whoa, whoa, love it’s just me,” exclaimed Paul, letting go of your wrist immediately. You snatched your wrist back and got off the ground from when you fell on your bum when you screamed. You scowled and huffed obnoxiously, telling him silently you were upset.

“God Paul, you just don’t sneak up on a blind girl like that,” you walked back towards the stage and picked up your guitar. When you turned back to the other side of the stage, you felt around for your guitar case before placing it inside. You heard Paul stuttering beside your hip, in shock of the new information.

“You’re blind?” you nodded without looking up, still strapping in your instrument. “Well excuse my shock, you certainly don’t act blind love, you definitely got most people fooled. You snorted lightly before standing back up, picking up your case after closing it and started towards the stairs. He followed you out the door to the van and began asking the many questions you predicted him to ask.

“Might I ask you how much you can see? How are you getting around today without a cane or without a seeing eye right now? Are you still willing to go out on a date with me?” you were taken aback at the last question, not expecting him to still want to go out with a blind girl.

“Uh, I can see a little bit, like some light but mostly black,” you licked your lips and squinted in his direction in confusion. “Sorry, you still want to go out with me?” he nodded aggressively before realizing that you couldn’t see him.

“Yeah, you not being able to see as much as most people doesn’t change the fact that you’re gorgeous, and I like talking to you. You not having the ability to see literally had no effect on me before, I didn’t even know you were blind.” through his spiel, you blushed at his sweet words and nodded.

“Alright then, yeah I’ll go out with you,” you felt him take your guitar from your hands and took your hands to rest on his elbow. He began to lead you somewhere before you felt a rush of air hit your face. You assumed he led you to the back of the pub to the van and trusted him. He giggled under his breath and you could feel him practically skip with happiness. “Alright there Paul, you can calm down now, I said I’d try this out but we don’t know if this’ll work.”

He scoffed loudly before patting the top of your hand. “Ye of little faith, fair maiden. I’ll sweep ya off your feet, just you watch. Also, you never responded how you walked around the pub without guidance.”

You shrugged as you came to a stop. He let your hand drop from the crook of his elbow before you heard the back car door open and something heavy land on the carpeted surface. “I don’t know, maybe muscle memory? I’ve been performing here for quite a while, even before I joined The Abolitionists, and I also haven’t been blind forever you know,” he nodded intrigued with your back story. He grabbed your hand and began fiddling with your rough fingertips, making you blush.

“May I ask you how you went sightless?” you nodded and scratched your head with the hand he wasn’t fiddling with.

“Yeah, I had polio when I was around nine so I lost my sight that way, I started playing some instruments around the age of five so good thing I still had experience with that before I lost my sight, eh?” you laughed along with Paul at your sad joke. He continued to fiddle with your fingers as he looked at your face as if he was admiring your features.

“You’re gorgeous and so strong, Y/N,” his words made you blush as you slapped his chest in embarrassment. “I swear I haven’t been this forward with anyone before, there’s just somethin’ about you-” he was interrupted by a loud bang that made you and him jump. You then heard chatter come from inside the building leak out into the quiet autumn air. He held onto your hand as he led you to the other side of the van that faced the brick wall that kept the building shielded from the pedestrian's eye.

He leaned down to whisper into your ear, “I really do like you Y/N, I’m performing at the Cavern later this week on Friday,” you nodded as his other hand came up to tuck your hair behind your ear. You shivered at the sensation, the action not going unnoticed by the dark-haired male. “I’d be really happy if you came to listen.”

You bit your lip to mask your smile and nodded. “Sure, I’ll see if I can make it,” you said, pretending to be indifferent. He smirked and hummed in acknowledgment before cupping your face in his large palm. He leaned down to kiss you on the cheek softly, making butterflies race in your stomach and shivers all down your back. He leaned towards your ear to whisper into it once more before strutting away into the night, meeting his friends on the other side of the building.

“I’ll see you then, Y/N. Have a beautiful night, beautiful.” He walked away that night with your heart in his palm and his in yours.

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Hunger

A Greta Van Fleet Fic:  Momma Kiszka enlist the help of a young professional to keep her boys healthy on the next leg of their world tour. The recent college grad is excited, but has she bitten off more than she can chew?

Chapter One

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 1784

You had just put your phone down when you saw the new email notification blink. The screen lit up with the email of your college advisor. That was unexpected. You had graduated almost two months ago, what could Debbie be reaching out about? You quickly unlocked your phone to open the email. After a quick greeting and well wishes on a post grad life Debbie began to describe a new position that would fit perfectly with your degree in nutritional sciences and your love of traveling. The employer was a childhood friend of Debbie’s, Karen, who was looking for a nutritionist with the ability to travel and keep odd hours.  Karen wanted the nutritionist to be personally recommended by Debbie.

“I immediately thought of you for the position, Y\N,” read the email, “You were top of your class and had glowing evaluations from all of your internships during undergrad. Plus, I know you were hoping to do some traveling in the years following graduation. I think this would a stellar opportunity. I know Karen’s family, they are good people. Please let me know if you are interested and I’ll go ahead and recommend you to Karen and put you two in contact.”

The email ended with more well wishes. You mulled it over for a bit. From what you understood, Karen had some young sons who would need help with staying healthy while away from home during constant travel. It wasn’t a very detailed description, but your curiosity was piqued.

You currently didn’t have a solid plan for the future. Your paid internship at a local fitness club was about to end in two weeks along with the lease on your apartment. The club had let you know that even though they loved your work, they unfortunately didn’t have the funds to add you as a full-time employee. The most sensible thing to do would be to move back home with your parents at the end of the month and start applying around for a new job. The prospect of moving back to your hometown two hours from the city was not ideal. But the city was expensive and with no steady income lined up, your choice was pretty much made. But this email provided an alluring option.

You quickly replied to Debbie expressing your interest in the job. You wanted to explore the option before you. You had already surrendered to returning to your old room, but now out of the blue an exciting opportunity fell into your lap. Fate? Maybe.

~

You were nervous on the Uber ride over to Karen’s home office. A week ago, Debbie had put you and Karen in contact for what seemed like a promising job opportunity. The first phone call came two days later and was easy enough to get through because Karen had been very kind and asked questions about your experience, your rates, and willingness to make last minute changes in schedules. It was a pleasant and relatively short call. You didn’t get to ask any more questions about the position, but you figured it was mostly an opportunity for Karen to get a feel for you. You felt pretty confident and hoped she’d consider you.

Two days after that you got a phone call from Karen, she was really interested in you for the position, but wanted to clear up a few details before making an offer.

“My kids, they’re technically not kids anymore and one of them is a family friend. The youngest is 19, one is 20 and the other two are 22. They’re basically your age,” Karen spoke into the phone. “Which I’m weighing right now as a pro and a con. The pro is that your young and can keep up with them and you can relate to them, the similarity in age makes you more approachable, I think. However, the con, I’m afraid they won’t respect your expert advice, with you being so young. I’d like to think my boys would act accordingly and follow through with your professional recommendations. I’m willing to give them the benefit of the doubt because you look great on paper and Debbie can’t exalt your skills enough.”

“Wow, I’m flatered, thank you, Karen.” You beamed on the other side of the phone.

“Now, the other thing. The boys are part of a band called Greta Van Fleet, I’m not sure if your familiar with it?”

Holy fucking shit. Holy crap. Was this real life? Hell yeah I knew who they were! Local Michigan legends, they had just won a freakin Grammy!

“Errm, i—am, I do know. I know who they are, who the band is.” Holy shit you were starstruck through the damn phone. This was probably the final test and you were failing it with your stunned blubbering. It clicked together at that moment—the job required constant travel with four “kids”—you were going to tour with Greta Van Fleet as their nutritionist. Well if you could secure the job that is.

Karen gave a knowing chuckle. “I knew it was highly likely that you would know them. I kept the details under wraps while I filtered out candidates. Essentially, you would be working for me “being the mom,” if you will, while they are out touring. I can’t be there with them, but I want someone there to make sure they’re eating right, sleeping and all that. They came home a mess from their last tour, especially Josh,” you could hear the worry in her voice, “and I just can’t stay home in peace knowing they are risking their health like that.”

“I understand. I understand your concern as a mother. It would be an incredible honor to be trusted with your boys’ health while they go rock out in the world.”

Another chuckle. “I want to offer you the position, Y\N. If you accept, I’d like to meet you in person to read through the contract.”

“I do, I accept! When would you want to meet?”

~

That had been a few days ago and now you were on your way to read and sign the contract with Karen. Holy shit. You were going on tour with Josh, Jake, Sam, and Danny. Definitely better than moving back home!

The car came to a stop in front of a lovely suburban home. You made your way to the door and rang the doorbell. The door opened suddenly, “Y/N! Welcome, I’m so glad to finally meet you in person.” Karen waved you in and took your hand to shake it. “Please follow me.” You were in the Kiszka’s childhood home, oh my GOD!

You followed her through a living room full of family pictures. You tried not to stare because you wanted to seem as professional as possible. But dammit you were going on tour with rock stars! Karen closed the door to her office and asked you to sit opposite from her at her desk.

“I think you are going to be a great addition to the tour troupe. I know I’ll feel better knowing your there. I want you to read the contract and let me know if you have any questions.” She bit her bottom lip as she slid the document across to you. It reminded you of Josh and you smiled. You took the papers in your hands and began to read. It was all pretty standard. Ethical practice stuff, non-disclosure clause so I wouldn’t go blabbing to TMZ or something. But then, there was a special clause. Your cheeks began to burn and you wished Karen wasn’t watching you as you read. Basically, it prohibited you from forming romantic relationships with any of the band members…which was basically covered by the ethical portion—you wouldn’t do that with any client, it was a conflict of interests. But this went further to detail that absolutely no sexual contact must happen between anyone in the band and me or it would result in immediate termination of my contract. Holy god this was beyond embarrassing. This kind of stuff usually went without saying, I wouldn’t do that! Why did Karen make this so explicit? Momma bear instinct?

You placed the papers on the desk. “I agree to the terms stated.” You tried your best to keep your voice steady and your face open and relaxed.

Karen stared into your eyes for an extra beat. “I know it isn’t typical to be so…detailed about some aspects. I won’t bullshit with you, I know what kinds of experiences come with the “Rockstar lifestyle”. You seem like a professional and responsible young lady, but I want to make sure you, or anyone that we work with, don’t try and take advantage of the privileged position in the boys’ lives. I hope you don’t take that personally.”

Your first reaction was hurt. It hurt to be considered a type of vulture that would try and get something out of the situation. But then you realized it must be so hard to find people with genuine intentions when money, power, and fame are on the line.

You nodded, “I understand. I hope to carry out my duties in a professional and respectful way. This is an incredible opportunity and I feel very grateful that you trust me. I don’t want that to ever be tarnished.” You really meant it.

“It’s reassuring to hear you say that, Y/N. The boys should be getting here soon, you all need to meet now. I’m also going to be telling them about your role in the crew for the first time. I hope that goes over well.”

Your face dropped. Did she mean that the guys didn’t know about having a personal nutritionist for their upcoming tour? You began to worry. “Karen, do the guys not know about me? Like about this position?” You tried to keep the concern out of your voice, but your wide eyes betrayed you.

Karen looked guilty and her face sank. “I have not told them yet that a professional will be joining the crew, no. I don’t want them brushing it off as me being overprotective. I’m hoping if I present you as a signed on done deal, they wont protest. I realize it puts you in a bit of an uncomfortable position. But I’m certain I’m just overthinking it. I think, yes.” She finished saying the last part more to herself than you.

Fuck. You hoped all the boys would be on board and not hate you for essentially being their mom’s stand in. You had been nervous about meeting the band before. But now, you were downright panicked. You mentally crossed your fingers as you sat and waited.