she's american.

You're in New York, loud, hungry, impossible New York, where everything's moving too fast and nothing ever really lands. Your best friend drags you out to some half-legal speakeasy, a hidden gem from people in the industry, swears it'll change your life like he always does, and maybe you let him. Maybe because it's easier than sitting at home with your own silence. You don't go looking for Matty Healy. You just find him, or maybe he finds you. Cigarette between his teeth, knuckles tattooed and jaw shadowed, half-drunk on something expensive and godlike without even trying. He's all sharp lines and soft ruin, the kind of man who speaks in riddles and sings like he's bleeding. You're a photographer...freelance, half-known, half-hungry..and you've made a career out of capturing chaos, but nothing prepares you for him. You shouldn't want him, you know that. But want doesn't ask permission. And once you fall in, it's like being dragged under by a current you didn't know was there. This isn't just a love story. It's about the wreckage you carry and the parts of you that music drags back to life. It's about grief that doesn't knock, about needing too much and trying to want less. You lose yourself in his world, in the green rooms and red lights, the 3 a.m. truths, the hangover confessions. The fame, the heat, the damage. And him, always him, in the eye of it all. It's not tidy, nor clean. It's real. Once it starts, there's no going back. So far, it's alright.

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.

Matty can't stand Ray, he knows that much. But he admires her. And he finds her devastatingly attractive. And she surprises him at every turn. And he feels an inexplicable urge to catch her when she falls. And, in his moments of weakness, she even brings out a side of Matty that he hasn't seen before - but it's one that he really doesn't like. So, to be clear: he can't stand her. ~ "Witty," her glass is empty, a useless prop in this exchange. She imagines throwing it against the wall so it shatters right by his head, just to watch him jump. "I've heard." "Arrogant, too." Their eyes meet. "Confidence, actually." "Semantics." He observes her coolly. Her heart pounds in her chest. She wonders where he'll go in this verbal sparring match, if he'll push back even further. She's struck by the sickening thrill of their barbed words, eager to see what he'll do. "Nice to meet you," he says finally, turning on his heel and leaving her in silence.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Dylan agrees to meet up with her childhood best friend's band, and they discover she's just what they need to be complete. But the band isn't the only thing that Dylan makes whole.

Charlotte Cooke. Glorified babysitter to the Backstreet Boys. Finds herself in a love triangle(s) when she finds herself back in contact with her ex and superstar friend as she travels the world. . . . Social Media/Real life . . . Original character of Charlotte Cooke is entirely mine. No Copyright intended. The rights to all photos used belong to their rightful owners. . . . Started 30/11/22 - Finished

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❝are you okay, pippa? ❞ ❝i just want coffee and cuddles, lin.❞ - [a story] in which lin-manuel miranda sacrifices precious sleep time to comfort phillipa soo, his best friend who is suffering from heartbreak.

FINISHED :D grofflin story with angst. a lot of it. 乁(ᴗ ͜ʖ ᴗ)ㄏ but anyways i'm terrible at summary's but basically wow. gay. uh oh. angst. like. really early on.

Snow is just like you and me. Accept she's not. Snow lives in a orphanage in NYC and she has a tisy tiny part in 'Hamilton' as King George III's servent and as Hamilton's eldest daughter Angelica. When Lin and Jon find out she's being beaten for getting the part how will they react.