New York looked prettier at night if you didn't pay attention for too long. The city hid itself well in the dark. Cigarette smoke filling the lungs, strangers touched like they belonged to each other and every bar in downtown Manhattan smelled like cheap alcohol and expensive perfume. Noah Holloway liked it better that way. People were easier to romanticize when you couldn't see them clearly. ___________ J.R - Jesse Rutherford fan fiction Singer x idk college student??? TW: Mature Themes (Writing this after the concert...)

"I guess I just hope I don't spend my life talking myself out of the things that matter the most." The wind catches a strand of her hair, and this time she doesn't bother tucking it back. "I want to be brave." She smiles to herself. "I just don't know if I always will be." I don't know what to say. Because she's standing here worried about who she'll become one day... ...and I'm standing here realizing I've already become it.

YEARNING. DRAMA. 18+ TOO MUCH SMUT. 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲? 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲? 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 the lead vocalist of The Neighbourhood, Jesse Rutherford becomes fixated on a fan who lives behind the camera just as often as she stands before it. They know they should stay away-but the harder they resist, the more destructively they are pulled back together.

❝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞❞ Working at a bar just outside one of the fanciest hotels in the city, Evangeline Winters has seen it all-the drunken pop stars, the washed-up celebrities, the athletes celebrating wins they barely remember the next morning. So when Jesse Rutherford walks through the door after a long night, she doesn't think much of it. He is just another famous face in a place full of them. Until he keeps coming back. And somewhere between late-night drinks, empty bar stools and conversations that stretch far past closing, Evangeline learns that getting close to Hollywood's newest heartthrob is easy. Figuring out what happens when the night ends is the difficult part.

"You always date older guys?" Scarlet shrugged, eyes still fixed on the computer screen. "Usually." "Why?" "I don't know." Jesse looked at her for a long second. "That's a lie." Scarlet Spencer didn't expect touring with The Neighbourhood to feel anything like this. Not the exhaustion. Not the constant pressure. And definitely not Jesse Rutherford - cold, controlling, impossible to read, and somehow always watching her a little too closely. What starts as mutual irritation quickly turns into something messier: long nights in recording studios, conversations that go too far, and a tension neither of them knows what to do with. Softcore, Jesse once tells her, is just another word for pretending something dangerous is still soft enough to touch.

"I'm Jesse by the way." "I'm Desiree." "Such a pretty name for such a pretty face." *drugs,sex, self harm and abuse are used in this story. If you are uncomfortable with any of these subjects do not read this book.* Started November 7th 2015

During a sleepless summer festival drowned in music and warm night air, two lost strangers slowly find each other while trying to escape the ghosts they came with.

I wasn't supposed to meet him. Especially not while accidentally roasting him in a hotel lobby. But then again, nothing in Vegas goes how you plan. Matt Rife is... not what I expected. Famous. Funny. Way too charming for my own good. And somehow, for one night, he sees me. Not the polished version. Just... me. It's the kind of night you wish could last forever, but know it won't. Because he goes back to being famous. And I go back to being invisible. Unless... maybe not this time.

The cities blur. The nights get longer. Somewhere along the tour, Jude forgets Jesse was only supposed to be someone she photographed.

"and if I get burned, at least we were electrified" *begins at the end of season 2* (written before season 3) One wrong move, and Valerie Claremont was dead. on the Costal Venture, Rafe Cameron pressed a knife to her throat. In a life boat prepared to flee, the pogues realized they had no choice but to leave her there. now held hostage by the Cameron's, the past she tried to keep forgotten, is determined to resurface.