Rising Action; a related series of incidents in a literary plot that build toward the point of greatest interest. They said he wasn't touchable. That the world he lived in was higher up than themselves. Val wasn't trying to prove them wrong, let alone be around him at all. But maybe she was meant to stir the waters. See who this mysterious bad boy really was behind the black shades and heavy smoke. A story in which a college girl meets a poetic boy and changes his life. ___ TW: Mature content

"I wouldn't call yourself innocent," Matty whispered, "Not after what just happened upstairs." ~*~*~*~ Coming home from University, for the most part, is boring. But the parties with old friends are far from it. For once you don't hate coming home to an empty house because you get very well reacquainted with an old friend. Matty is down for some fun at parties whether it be in Manchester or in Leeds, but neither of you are after commitment. But that doesn't mean you can't have some fun. ~*~*~*~

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.

Juliette meets a boy. He saves her from herself, but hes also toxic for her. Between her friends disapproval and her own self doubt she slowly begins to realize somethings are better kept to herself. But love clouds her judgement and she makes bad choices. (This description sounds so cliche. Just read it and you'll figure it out maybe. Okay byee)

'Death? In every photograph?' 'Well, every portrait...' ~ Alma takes photographs at parties, at her studio and for prestigious commissions. She's critically respected and highly sought after, but her photographs are only meant to capture a transient moment - there can be no messy entanglements, no interplay of emotions. But Alma and Matty are utterly fascinated by each other, against their better judgement. So when she takes his photograph, what is she really capturing? And what is she taking for herself? PLEASE NOTE - this story is pretty kinky and there is mature content all the way through, although chapters with explicit sex scenes will be marked with an asterisk*. CW for discussions of eating habits, nothing disordered but would rather give the warning than not. Part Two coming soon...

Amidst The 1975's - At their Very Best tour, a magnetic connection stirs between Isla Callaghan, a talented Irish photographer, and Matty Healy, the band's charismatic lead singer. As their bond deepens, the tale unfolds with a tantalizing undercurrent of longing, trust, and the delicate dance of unspoken desires.

When Charlie the typical awkward 18 year old good girl who doesn't drink/smoke or do any form of drugs starts talking to matty the typical non awkward 24 year old bad boy who does most certainly drink/smoke and do drugs and just so happens to be the lead singer of a cool band, surprisingly sparks fly.

Fuck. That grey puff of smoke follows him everywhere. The scent of cigarettes sticks everywhere, and it always reminds me of him. But it's not him. I haven't seen him in six years, but a simple puff of smoke on the London streets takes me back to that gas station all those years ago. Ski Masks. Cigarettes. Me. Matty. It all feels like yesterday. Until it all fell apart. I remember the last thing he said to me, "you look so cool". This was before his band got big. Before I went back to school and established my own career, making a name for myself. I smell it before I see him. It's been six damn years and here he is, standing in my doorway that damn cigarette hanging off his lip. Matty fucking Healy.

Alyssa is Dirty Hit's newest edition to the team working on the marketing for The 1975's newest album. She didn't know much about the band when she got the job but her first day in the office gave her all the insight she needed to throw herself into a world she never knew existed. Matty has always been seen as a bad influence due to his drug intake and constant partying, something Alyssa never took part in, until now. The story follows them as they go through life changes, read and find out where their adventure takes them. All scenarios are fiction.