"You're insane!" she yelled, slamming the door behind her. I instantly whirled around, clutching two cigarettes and a wine bottle. "You can't go around telling people shit like that!" "Yes, I'm insane! I'm fucking crazy! But everything I do is because of you." I closed the distance between us with just a few steps. Dropping the wine bottle by my feet, which shattered into a million pieces and flooded the white carpet, I placed both of my hands on her cheeks. She was too stunned to move, obviously not expecting that outbreak. Glass protruded from my exposed foot and dug into Andrea's legs but we didn't notice. The stinging pain didn't exist. It was just us, this moment, this feeling- this amazingly, suffocating feeling. It was just us. The cigarette smoke was curling around her ear as I stared at her. "You make me crazy. But I love being crazy because it's you that makes me that way. You make me absolutely insane, but I love you. So please, just let me love you because I don't know what I'd do without my crazy."

Her world is all deadlines and distraction. Until Matty Healy shows up, and suddenly nothing in London's fashion scene can keep her heart in check.

January 2024. As the European leg of the tour for Being Funny in a Foreign Language is about to begin, Matty meets Ciara, a 23-year-old Film Studies student from London. They meet one random night in a random club, and their encounter could remain just a drunk conversation between strangers - until they're photographed together. When everyone declares them the new couple of the moment, why not pretend to be it? Ciara gets the exposure she needs for her projects, while Matty escapes the scrutiny about his relationship with Taylor Swift. Fake dating seems like the perfect solution. But will their feelings stay strictly fake, or will the line between pretense and reality start to blur?

Brooklyn Oborne didn't mean to fall apart - grief has a way of doing that for you. After losing her parents, she moves to Manchester to live with her brother, starting over in a city that never asked for her. Then there's Matty Healy: all sharp edges and hidden softness, the boy who once made her feel seen in a way no one else ever had.

a oneshot series! mostly matty with a bit of george. c/w: recreational drug use. smut marked by asterisk*. 1* ~ after the party ~ meeting a sleepy matty the morning after a house party 2* ~ soft sound ~ matty is an old friend/flame who has some making up to do at a very grand awards ceremony 3* ~ playing with the air ~ taking mushrooms at a festival and going somewhere secluded... 4* ~ pretty boy ~ a brief enquiry into... the friends-to-lovers trope, with an annoying ex thrown in for good measure 5 ~ oh, what a shame ~ two blind dates and some crossed wires lead to fortuitous confusion 6 ~ drunk drunk ~ two people have been fighting what they feel... and one of them is matty 7 ~ grazes ~ matty gets into a sticky situation and calls in on his ex 8 ~ knitwear ~ when your boiler breaks down, the sensible idea is to borrow your boyfriend's jumper... 9* ~ so capricious ~ cancelling a date, and owing a debt 10* ~ no.34 ~ a classic neighbour trope! 11* ~ indecision ~ a shameless matty & george threesome oneshot. 12* ~ patience ~ a soft femdom moment. 13* ~ feel good ~ a soft dom george. 14* ~ who loves you? ~ a fluffy smutty xmas george oneshot.

A bunch of cute shit with Matty and the band

So I've notice there's not many good imagines of the 1975..so I've decided to create one!:) if you have any request asked away!

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.

I give you this book that comes to you in three parts. The first Act is set in the year 2006, in the hallowed halls of Wilmslow Highschool. The second Act is set in 2013, shortly after the release of the self-titled album. And third, is set in present day. With renewed perspective on life. ~ Maple Trinity Hastings, or T as she's known, longs to find her place in the world. Being the only child of Alastair Hastings-an influential business tycoon, T has spent her life following her father's career across the globe, never staying long enough to sink roots. But after the sudden loss of her mother, T and her father relocate to their family home in Wilmslow, Cheshire. At seventeen, she decides to attend the local high school, hoping for a taste of normalcy. But her plans for an ordinary life are thrown off course when she meets Matty Healy, the boy with the sad eyes and silver tongue.