two best friends run a bar; three best friends visit. will a friendship blossom? or something more?

After rebuilding her life, Magnolia Waters was still trying to grasp the concept of having someone love her. The actions of Tina Jong, her best friend, allowed her to have a chance. Tina knew that Julien Baker and her band, Boygenius were gonna play an acoustic set at the record shop the next day so she got the girl's number for Magnolia. Will the distance between them matter? Or will they be able to make things work? {might contain triggering topics, stay safe ❤️}

unknown: bro i need my shIT BACK i don't have your shit lol unknown: yes you do just give it back i'm sorry but you have the wrong number ============================== in which alysia, an eighteen year old with a love for photography, receives a text from an unknown number that changes her life. or in which billie, a seventeen year old trying to breakout in the music industry, texts the wrong number. ============================== lowercase intended ============================== started: 1/1/2020 ended: 6/10/2020 ============================== achieved: 🏅#1 in #billieeilish 6/15/2021 🏅#3 in #billie 3/15/2020 🏅#1 in #lesbian 5/15/2020 🏅#1 in #girlxgirl 4/22/2020 🏅#1 in #bisexual 5/9/2020

[COMPLETED] Bentley Hale is the best street racer in the Bay Area, but everything changes when she becomes wrapped up with Harry Styles, the new official racer for the Oakland Kings gang. Bentley's got a wicked mind and the attitude to match, but so does Harry. Money, murder, family, love, gangs, drugs, sex, cars, California... what could possibly go wrong? ----------------------- this book contains violence, mature/dark themes, explicit sexual content including kink, and the use of profanity.

18+ / Very Mature "So you've been stalking me?" "Completely." I laugh at his candor and I watch as his eyes light up, "I applaud your honesty." "Why thank you." He responds with mock bashfulness. I pause for a second before I speak again, "I've noticed you too." "Yeah?" He asks with wide eyes and a pleased smile. I'm surprised by his surprise. He comes off as so confident, yet here he is, shocked that I could've been looking at him too. "Yeah." I bite my lip as the urge to touch his beautiful body increases, "But you've always been taken." "I bet none of those girls would feel as good as you." His voice comes out in a low whisper completely catching my insides on fire. "You're right, they don't." I state with no hesitance. There's no doubt in my body that I couldn't pleasure this boy better than any girl he's been with.

"Why are you asking me these questions?" I say, I can feel a panic attack coming on. I close my eyes taking a deep breath in and a deep breath out. I don't care how stupid I look. I don't want to have a panic attack in front of him, I've never had a panic attack in front of anyone before. "Well I can tell how anxious you are," he states, pointing to my shaking hands. "And I thought maybe I can help distract from whatever is making you so nervous. Are you like this all the time or is it just me?" he continues. "No, trust me it's not you, I'm like this all the time," I say, my voice now shaking. I feel like I could cry. ~ ~ ~ Leah Davis is a very anxious girl. Anxious to the point where it makes it hard for her to open up to people, in fear of getting hurt. She meets Harry, a confident rock star, at least she thinks he is. He takes her on a wild ride of figuring out how to be open with people. Will she ever be fully open with Harry? {BOOK 1/2} started 7/14/20 ~ ended 10/4/20 BEST RANKINGS: 1 in #harry 1 in #styles 1 in #one 1 in #direction 1 in #anxiety 2 in #onedirection ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @cryinginacoolway_132

"Hey, Sierra" he said, wetting his cherry lips with his tongue while staring at me, a somewhat amused look in his green irises. And in that moment, I realised that I was screwed. [BOOK TWO - read Artwork first] 2/11/19 #86 in fanfiction

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

memory /ˈmem(ə)rē/ noun the remembering or recollection of a dead person, especially one who was popular or respected ============================== "dancing through our house with the ghost of you..." ============================== lowercase intended ============================== this story contains sensitive topics such as death, suicide, depression, and self harm. please do not read if such things are triggering ============================== started: 3/14/2022 ended: 4/9/2022

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴏʀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ, ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʏ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜʏᴘɴᴏᴛɪᴢɪɴɢ, ʜᴇʀ ɪᴄʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ʜᴇʀ. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ 50 ᴅᴀʏꜱ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴍʏ ᴘʟᴀɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴘʀɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɢᴏ ꜱᴏʀᴛᴀ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ. ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ, ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴅ. ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ. ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴘᴇ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ. ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ɪɴ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ, ɪᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ. ᴀ ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ᴇɪʟɪꜱʜ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ. -ʟᴏᴡᴇʀᴄᴀꜱᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ