.There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out.
A cute little story in which Matty is a prostitute of sorts and very much in love with George, who pretends he's not gay.
A cute little story in which Matty is a prostitute of sorts and very much in love with George, who pretends he's not gay.
in which matty healy is dying and in love - two of the worst combinations a person could be, and he wishes to spend his time lost within his own head. and who is george to stop him? © 2016 ↯ plebeians- a the 1975 fanfiction
This isn't love. This is just sex. This is just attention. Matty tells himself that's just what he needs. Just moments in which he can forget, in which the world blurs out and he doesn't have to focus on everything so very wrong with both his mind and his body. It's like getting drunk without the hangover, in his mind...
"Matty?" "George" His voice came out shaky and slurred, his breathing becoming heavier by the second. "Are you alright?" George gripped his phone. "No," Matty said, "I'm not alright. George, I did something really bad."
Title: The Impossible Is Possible [1/30] Author: peopleexisting on LJ (ALL CREDITS TO THIS STORY GO TO THIS AUTHOR!) Rating: R/NC-17 (overall) Pairing: Ryden, some Joncer. POV: Third, Brendon’s. Summary: AU. Brendon switches high schools to get away from the pressures of bullying, but he finds that his new school...
Matty Healy, often confused for being a girl. His long curly hair and his feminine clothing choice has landed him the title of being a trannie. But he disagrees, he's just a confused teenager with girly look which couldn't hurt, right? George Daniel on the other hand was the opposite, tall, muscular, and the opposite...
He's just a lost boy Who didn't matter And didn't think he ever would ♡♡♡ (Matty Healy x George Daniel) hope you guys enjoy this!! ~Bella ♡
"It's complicated." Gemma sighs. "It's really not, love." In which Matty is in love with George and George watches too much Nigella.
Ryan is the new kid at his school, and he doesn't fit in quite well. He is quiet, shy, helpless kind of guy. He doesn't have any friends either so that makes matters ten times worse since he's a bully magnet. Ryan has a bunch of problems at home, in school, and with himself. Brendon, the musician that all the girls...
hour one: "hi, i'm brendon." "i'm ryan." hour thirteen: "ry. you left a piece of paper on your seat." "keep it. it's for you." warning: ⚣ hi please stop reading this i hate it okay ily bye
Ryan Works at Build-A-Bear-Workshop, and he isn't really big fan of his job. A customer then walks in one time, and then after that, way too often. It kind of intrigues Ryan a little more and he wonders why this customer is here all the time, not buying much, just there.
Vic is good at hiding things. He hides his depression. He hides his self-harm. And above all, he hides the fact that he's completely in love with his best friend Kellin. --- **TRIGGER WARNING** *self harm/ suicide + slight eating disorder * please don't read if this will trigger you; this is the only warning I'm p...
The beach‚ alcohol‚ and horny teenagers-what could go wrong? College!AU where Ryan has a huge crush on Brendon and decides to follow his heart. Warning: mentions of self harm‚ eating disorders‚ child abuse
The glass shards didn't seem to bother him, neither did the blood running down his arm. The knife on the wall looked nice up there, it looked like where he wanted to be. Up and above the rest. But no he can't be, he is probably the most worthless and useless person people claim he is. The torments in his head are taki...
Ryan Ross was just doing his job, casually serving food and drinks at the biggest parties thrown by the richest people in America. The job never payed well but it did keep him fed and a roof over his head. He was hired to work at a party located in the craziest city in the country, Las Vegas. The host was some rich g...
if you are very easily triggered by anything in the tags, please don't read this. i don't think this is very graphic, but please be cautious. inspired by Forest by twenty one pilots.