Greta Van Fleet fanfic, Jake x Reader. After you and your best friend Mandy graduated highschool, you both went into an art school. Everything's going just find until a certain curly troublemaker starts picking an interest in you, without you knowing why.

Sex, Drugs & Rock 'n Roll. You're addicted to the way they both make you feel. Secrets and clandestine rendezvous threaten to unravel all that you've worked for as you navigate the Starcatcher tour as a last minute line-up change leaves you and your band, The Daydreams as the opening act. But what happens backstage will change everything. (Friends to lovers/ Lovers to enemies)

it's been a little under a month since the accident. it wasn't even his fault, but he still religiously believes somehow he's to blame. jake has told him multiple times, if josh needs someone, he's there. but josh has reached a breaking point. {please read the introduction before you get too far into this. please.}

MJ was best friends with the Kiszka's through high school, up until she had to move away. What happens when she runs into one of the three brothers 6 years later?

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

"You know one thing we don't have to worry about?" He asked, his torso leaning closer to tower over the table. His eyes were serious, hands folded under his chin. "What?" I asked, hoping this would put an end to our bickering conversation. "We will never die." Who's gonna tell him? "What are you talking about?" I asked, a baffled look spread across my face. Who the hell told him he's never gonna die? I would hate to be the one to break it to him that we will, in fact, one day meet our own demise. "Because," Josh whispered, inches away from my face. "Legends never die."