he was her bestfriend's twin brother and her very first kiss. nothing was different. right?

What is rock'n roll without sex and drugs? That was rhetorical, but the answer is shit. Set three years from now, the boys are well into their successful career and their best friend, Leah or Kaz, will be joining them after a tough start to her own career in photography. With ups and downs along the way, she finds herself on a path of uncertainty. There's a fair amount of smut in this, you've been warned! ✨10K READS?! I love you guys!!✨

They agreed on a summer fling, but can they really let each other go?

when makenna is asked by her older cousin Daniel to be Greta Van Fleets photographer for a year, will a hatred for the bass player turn into a unexpected love story?

Because I just can't get enough & because I'm insane. **Started July 2019, still going in 2024. Thank you all so much for reading <3**

A collection of Greta Van Fleet imagines.

Sam Kiszka. Need I say more? High school AU fic **COMPLETED 15/6/2020***

Ridin' through this world all alone. Intended for mature audiences. Contains language, violence and sexual content (like a lot).

Josh may be annoying--irritating, in fact--but he's also admirable in all of his freedom. Looking up at the stars with him proves to be a way to see who he really is. Warnings: very romantic smut. I'm still trying to think of a hybrid word for "fluff" and "smut" put together. "Smuff" just sounds wrong. Anyway. The title is indeed a grab from "Looking For Space" by John Denver. Original cover edit by @joshkiszkastolemysoul on tumblr. *Started 8/2/2019* *Completed 12/10/2019* Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1QiIr7uR5vEDNogXkt5fa3?si=_3jFzjglRB2pvGESM462Ew&utm_source=copy-link

"Who made you be this way?" he asked curiously as he focused on me intensely. I scoffed, "The devil in disguise did. He burned me in hell." "Is he the reason for those scars on your arms and wrists too?" his voice came out so low, which caused me to pull the sleeves of my sweater further down. "He was. Besides, those are not scars, they are battle wounds." I sucked a deep breath in. "A battle with whom?" his eyes were filled with concern and I had to avert my gaze from his to the glass of water in front of me. "Myself." - Imagine falling so deep in love that you eventually lose yourself. Imagine falling so deep that you're scared you might never be able to forget him and all the pain, heartache and sadness he put you through. Imagine falling so deep that you find yourself crying your heart and lungs out on the cold bathroom floor in the middle of the night just hopelessly screaming and begging to get over him. highest rank: #30 in Teen Fiction [02/19/2017] Sequel: TIME WILL TELL ♡