Where I write all my dirty thoughts because they're too much for my "innocent" mind to handle.... YEAH RIGHT! Aaahaha. // Requests open - State who with and how ya want it // I'M NOT EVEN SORRY

Reposting my Matty fics that are on Tumblr here for safe keeping :) Will be updated with all of the new fics I've written once a week! Please send all new requests to my Tumblr (link in bio!).

WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content. Not recommended for precious little eyes. Please remember to practice safe sex always and don't fall in love with boys like Matty. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My middle finger scrolled through the questions on my laptop, tapping loudly in annoyance. "Do you find yourself interrupted by sexual thoughts or desires as you are completing mundane daily tasks?" I asked him. Matty's index finger was tracing the square of his jaw now, which was atypically speckled with perfectly symmetrical stubble. I noticed every detail about him, the curve of his lips, the slant of his brows, the itty-bitty moles scattered on his face. "Sometimes," he answered. "For example, today, I was thinking about you in the shower, about how nice it'd be to fuck you against the glass door." I grinded my teeth together and clenched my hands tight. "Matty," I said, trying to be as firm as possible. "Those kinds of comments are inappropriate." Especially because I was imagining the same thing this morning, and for him to have been doing the same thing, it floored me. "You said to answer as truthfully and honestly as possible, Jones," he shrugged, toying with his hair. "My turn? Am I frustrating you, darling?"

A drunken one night stand three years ago, that's how it started. And Matty never finding out he has a son, is how she wants it to stay. But she's a fool if she thinks it will end that way.

// Billie's always been in the background, but she's always wanted to sing. That's why when the perfect job comes along, a backup singer for a band, she jumps at the chance to finally get somewhere in her life. To quit her boring job. To meet new people. Everything's going great, until she falls head over heels for the lead singer. They've got their own demons to fight, but together they can heal each other. // published 2014

"she's got a boyfriend anyway" // sex, drugs and coming of age **swearing, smut, drugs, mature content** lowercase intended

"i'm not 18 yet," i said, despite my hormonal urges. "it's only illegal if we get caught," matty smirked at me. i didn't realize all of the trouble i would be getting into. *lowercase intended * - ** in progress of editing and adding to it ** { age gap, mental heath, drug use, & smut. }

He leaves. And promises to keep in touch. She doesn't hear from him. The only way she can cope is to write letters to him - In hope that one day, he will read them and get back in touch. But will he ever return back to her? Will he ever read what she had to say to him? Or will it all be too late?

-- LOVE -- Small word. But those four letters can mean the world to someone. Sometimes, You don't get to pick who you fall in love with. Love, simply picks you. You have no control over your feeling's. You can't stop them, or force them away. When you know It's wrong.... Yet, it feels so right. Matty's childhood has been constant moving non stop. Fostered into new families. Moving to new places. Forced to accept he doesn't belong anywhere. That no one cares. No one could love him. Until at 16. When the Jones family take him in. He finally feels like he's accepted. He knows people care. And he finds his one true love.... Della. ....................................... But she's the daughter. And he's now the new son. They know it's wrong. But they know they can't stop it. It would be frowned upon. Disallowed..... If, they got caught... / / / / / / / / / / / / This story isn't based on The 1975 or fame. He's just a regular teenager.

Our Journey began with fire.... Matthew Healy came into my life like lightening. Like a firework. Rocketing straight through me. Beautiful and mesmerizing. I was drawn to him as I'd never been drawn to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his attention. I longed for his touch like a drug. In time, finding it would weaken me and challenge me. But i quickly became obsessed. I was hooked on him. I was an addict of his love. I was damaged and flawed, but always hid them away. Matthew slowly opened those cracks in me easily. But was determined to heal them forever. He had demons of his own. Which caused him to be a very personal, strict and obsessive man. A man who always got his own way, no matter the circumstances. He was possessive, powerful and driven. We would become the mirrors that reflected each others wounds and most private, darkest times of our lives. We would figure we weren't so different. Yet we were worlds apart. / / / This involves sexual content / / /