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!).

both endlessly denying what's wrong to make each other right. **contains smut, some violence and swearing, drug use (lower case intended)

Aaisha Hope a naive shy 20 year old English Language student is forced to go with her bestie to a The 1975 concert because she had won tickets to see them. Little did she know that meeting the arrogant bad ass lead singer Matty Healy would change her whole life forever. He seems to know more about her than she knows herself. She's afraid... so afraid of everything he stands for. But only he knows he can free her from her cocooned life that's she's been living.

"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 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙮 "i loved him, but he loved the drugs more." the rushed story of a boy struggling with a drug addiction and a girl who was patient with him.

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...

SEQUEL TO FOREVER, YOURS. One year later. Alyssa Stevens thought she was getting everything she ever dreamed of. That's until a year from Hell taught her not to count all her blessings on one hand, for all she knew the worst had passed. After everything they'd been through together, a year couldn't change much... could it? All scenarios are fictional.

"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. }

"You're pretty," his fingertips found my jawline, "When you cry." "Only then?" I smirked, lip quivering. My skin warmed where he touched me. He licked his lower lip, shaking his head. He palpated for my jawbone, tracing it up to my ear. "Your eyes get all glassy and bright," his other hand brushed over my lower lashes. My breath froze in my lungs as I tried to stay still for him. "Your lips blush up, all flowery and springtime." My lips parted for his thumb, which pulled and pushed my bottom lip. I was burning from his attentive gaze, his wide-open pupils and concentrated brow. I was convinced he could see the heat coming off me. "And your skin," he kissed the center of my cheek, open-mouthed and wet. "You taste like the sea." "I-" Any words I tried to form caught in my tongue as he tasted my skin, inhaling as he moved down my jaw. He exhaled, a sweet breeze, cooling my flushed cheek. "You're moonlight on water," he kissed my neck. "You're distant rain, clouds falling into the horizon." I laughed, pulling back to look at him, "What are you, then?" He shrugged, blinking, "I'm watching."

'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...