"The studio was shared and it was a pain bumping into other bleary-eyed musicians other than your band mates at three o-clock in the morning, especially when the person you bump into is a pretentious, egotistical wanker who you were up against for best British group at the Brits the year prior." A slow burn enemies-to-lovers-esque fanfic where Esther Jones is the lead singer of the British pop rock girl band 'Ultra-Femme' and is dealing with her intolerable studio neighbour, Matthew Healy. TW // nsfw content, mentions of drugs and alcohol. cover photo from @kalgoestoconcerts on instagram

'It wasn't his intention to flirt with anyone today. But you seemed to have been sent by the universe for him to rile up a little.' ~*~*~*~ Matty boards a train at Manchester Piccadilly, expecting the journey to bore him to tears. Two hours and one sparkling conversation later, by the time he reaches London Euston he's formed a thoroughly unexpected connection. For you the opportunity of a lifetime arrises, and it would be idiotic to pass up. As more time is spent together, your connection becomes stronger and it has the possibility to become the greatest love either of you will ever know. ~*~*~*~*~*~

Wary of the decadence and skewed morals that her burgeoning music career might impose upon her, Joanna feels out of place at the rite-of-passage Notting Hill party her new manager has invited her to, until she encounters Matty - practically an old hand in the business, but sweetly untouched by their strange surroundings. The instincts and values Joanna used to cling to don't guide her now as well as they used to, and as the venues get bigger and the radio plays rack up, it becomes increasingly difficult to know what her friendship with Matty is really about. 'My ability to stay awake was waning, and I could feel myself dropping off, the darkness and warmth enveloping me. But somewhere in that liminal space, between consciousness and a blank stupor, I vaguely registered a hand finding mine across the sheets, fingers interlinking and holding it there, in the space between our faces.' (((* = mature content))) COMPLETED 19/11/20.

'Death? In every photograph?' 'Well, every portrait...' ~ Alma takes photographs at parties, at her studio and for prestigious commissions. She's critically respected and highly sought after, but her photographs are only meant to capture a transient moment - there can be no messy entanglements, no interplay of emotions. But Alma and Matty are utterly fascinated by each other, against their better judgement. So when she takes his photograph, what is she really capturing? And what is she taking for herself? PLEASE NOTE - this story is pretty kinky and there is mature content all the way through, although chapters with explicit sex scenes will be marked with an asterisk*. CW for discussions of eating habits, nothing disordered but would rather give the warning than not. Part Two coming soon...

Celeste works at the Cosmic Cafe to pay for her rent. Andy works at the Temple of Venus to pay for her schooling. Celeste has just moved into a new place, down the hall from a compelling bad boy. Andy has a new regular at the club, with a leather jacket and a hard drink in his hand. Celeste needs to control her alter ego, otherwise Matty will discover her dirty little secret.