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•Two good friends. •No strings attached. But when the inevitable happens and strings begin to tie, what will come of their friendship? Will the fear of losing each other in every aspect keep them apart, or bring them together? Will they be left on their own again, despite yearning to be anywhere with the other-when it's always the same, no matter the time spent apart. This is: "Anywhere With You"

IN WHICH the heiress to grunge is swooned by the king of garage rock in a lifelong affair over the span of three decades, always fervidly dancing on the edge of crashing and burning... [2000s JULIAN CASABLANCAS x GROUPIE!OC]

After her parents are stuck in Maine from a plane accident, 16-year old Sophie Martin is all alone and stuck in the streets of New York City. Being a Canadian native (Quebec, to be precise), she has little to no knowledge about US/New York culture. During her first night of being in the city all alone, she stumbles upon Julian Casablancas of The Strokes. Being a huge fan of their music, a giant wave of excitement crashes over her. But as much as it excites her, it worries her. When Julian invites her over to his apartment, she knows right away that her life is going to take a whole different turn. This is set in the summer of 2003, (pre-"Room On Fire" era). Disclaimer: This story will contain topics such as: Smoking, Drinking, Illegal Relationships, Suggestive/Mature "Romantic Activities", mentions of rape and self-harm, and Strong Language. If you aren't comfortable with this, please don't read this story. All of the characters in the story are completely fictional and are not based on real life people (except for The Strokes themselves, of course). This is an original storyline.

Richie Tozier has spent his entire life alone. His twin sister Beverly has always been there, but as he's been her protector all these years, he's never had a person. The siblings have a bad home life, and when shit hits the fan, they wind up being moved from Hillsboro, Oregon to a small town called Derry, Maine. Richie's never had a family really, or friends, or even a life. Until now Richie doesn't realize it, but this move will change his life completely. He's not alone anymore, he is loved, but some people are scared of love. (I wrote this fic before, when I was 13, and I was locked out of my account and forced to delete the app until now. I'm rewriting it because it was a great storyline but an atrocious execution. Not stealing the story I promise)

Jade is the typical high school loner. That is, until she meets a special someone and his wild group of friends, and is thrown into a life she'd never expected to have; roadtrips? Parties? Romance, perhaps? (This was my first Strokes fic, so obviously it's pretty badly written and quite cringeworthy to read, but if you manage to read up to the halfway point, I promise you it gets more bearable to read from there!)

TRIGGER WARNINGS : Cnc, violence, substance abuse, there are scenes of r*pe and degradation. Please read at your own risk. ENJOY! After her parent's tragic death, nineteen year old Violet Sinclaire moves to old mansion left to her by her father in Louisiana. She plans to find herself, restore herself.. be someone new. However, Violet has no idea of the all consuming and all frightening series of events that will unfold. He watches her. She knows it, and she wants to dive in head first. Violet SinClaire I love this house. I love that it's old and that I have good memories here. I came up here every summer with my brother as a child. It's morbid, I will admit, but then again so am I. But something feels different here this time around.. I feel uneasy, the air feels thicker. Something is calling to me.. or someone. Someone is watching me. The thought instills terror in me and sends waves of fear down my spine.. but I want to know more. I need to know more. What do they want? The Watcher I want her. I watch her. I crave her. I want to hurt her. I will have her, it's just a matter of time. Violet SinClaire will be mine, by any means. She will be become undone by my hands. She loves me, she just doesn't know that yet. I'm here to help her see. I will claim her.

This is a Julian Casablancas Fan Fiction. Please vote and comment if you like it, and enjoy the sequel.

A Julian Casablancas Fanfic

Being a bartender in New York has its perks right? Especially when it leads to you meeting five great guys who are also such talented musicians that play every Friday night at the nightclub you work at. But what happens when you catch the eye of a certain Brazilian drummer? ~The Strokes fanfic~