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.*

She was a wallflower and he was her wonderwall.

Wary of the decadence and skewed morals that her burgeoning music career might impose upon her, Joanna feels out of place at the rite-of-passage Notting Hill party her new manager has invited her to, until she encounters Matty - practically an old hand in the business, but sweetly untouched by their strange surroundings. The instincts and values Joanna used to cling to don't guide her now as well as they used to, and as the venues get bigger and the radio plays rack up, it becomes increasingly difficult to know what her friendship with Matty is really about. 'My ability to stay awake was waning, and I could feel myself dropping off, the darkness and warmth enveloping me. But somewhere in that liminal space, between consciousness and a blank stupor, I vaguely registered a hand finding mine across the sheets, fingers interlinking and holding it there, in the space between our faces.' (((* = mature content))) COMPLETED 19/11/20.

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 sequel to "Eyes Bright, Uptight" and then some. Please read that first as nothing else will make sense.

A Matty/George Love Triangle. Claire reunites with childhood friend George when she opts to study abroad in England, and their friendship seems to progress into something more. But when she meets his best friend and band mate Matty, she is immediately smitten with him. WARNING: lots of sex, drugs, and references to Matty Healy's majestic hair lie ahead.

Fan fiction // Matty Healy The 1975 // Book 1 // "We're not a love story, darling, we're a cautionary tale." Cover by @21duns

rhiannon stumbles upon matty at a train station one night in london. she's too clueless and he's too problematic. and for some reason they think they're the perfect match.

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

"you shouldn't have left, you know." "i don't know, matty. i think life's been better when i left you." - sequel to "takes a bit more" -