Eris and her twin brother, Isaac, see the lavish life people life online and envy every bit of it. Their form of payback against the people that flaunt their riches? Waiting until their holiday comes to steal everything of value in their home. Clothes, antiques, and sometimes drugs (if they're lucky). Uncle is the ringleader of their operation. In exchange for a large cut of their earnings, he provides them with protection and knowledge. A small price to pay for kids that have been left behind. Next target: Matty Healy Time away: Approximately two months, on tour Security level: Basic Things to steal: Music equipment, drugs, clothes, etc. *This is a work of fiction.*

For all my readers - I have unlocked my most popular story just for you. Please don't judge some of the ideas or things that come up in this story, as I wrote it so very long ago. I have been thinking lately about revamping this story now in 2022, now that I've grown more in my writing. If this sounds interesting to you. (It will not replace the original, it will be a separate book with the same story, updated and a little less... cringey) >_< please leave a comment and let me know if that sounds like something any of you may be interested in. Omg! A Matty Healy Fanfic... Katie struggles to open up to people due to social anxiety. With years of embarrassment and let downs, she vows to shield and protect herself from allowing those things to find their way back to her by shutting everyone out. Soon all of which will come to an end when she meets someone who also faces similar struggles as she does...

Everybody knows Brittany Jackson. She's been famous practically her entire life, gifted with the voice of an angel. Nobody knows Matty Healy, the small-town boy whose penchant for music never took him anywhere, despite his semi-famous parents.

"Can we be alone?" He says. And, of course, that's all I want.

a gloomy day in manchester somehow causes blair and matty to meet in a unique way.

"I'm still not quite used to these proper radio interviews." He said as he reshuffled the headset over his clean shaven mohawk. "It all... feels so professional." She laughed in response to that, "Well, it's nice to know I'm doing my job right, then!" A sort of different story compared to what I've done in the past. Small snippets in time, across quite a bit of time, focused around radio interviews. Almost all of Matty's interview answers are verbatim transcribed from various interviews, but it's what happens around those answers that's the important stuff.

'It wasn't his intention to flirt with anyone today. But you seemed to have been sent by the universe for him to rile up a little.' ~*~*~*~ Matty boards a train at Manchester Piccadilly, expecting the journey to bore him to tears. Two hours and one sparkling conversation later, by the time he reaches London Euston he's formed a thoroughly unexpected connection. For you the opportunity of a lifetime arrises, and it would be idiotic to pass up. As more time is spent together, your connection becomes stronger and it has the possibility to become the greatest love either of you will ever know. ~*~*~*~*~*~

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?"

Anyways, back to the plan. It wasn't a plan, it was a death sentence. He was my death sentence. I'm sure you've heard of the band The 1975. Matty has a bad rep, how could you not when you smoke weed and drink alcohol all the damn time. So apparently I have his mistakes from bar fights and drug abuse, but if it helps our band then I'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means I have to fake a relationship with Matty Healy.

Ember finally gets the job of her dreams. But sadly, this job has more to it than what she signed up for. She knows what she's being asked to do is wrong. but she really needs the money. **** RANKINGSSSS #1 in George daniel (10/26/23) #1 in Matty Healy Fanfic (10/26/23) #1 in 1976 (11/01/23)