Liliana Rose. 23 years old. Has a dislike of everything. Crowds, conversation, being called flower. She's scared of living. She's also very sensitive both emotionally and physically. A lost soul who needs saving. Matty Healy. 27 years old. Lead singer of The 1975. Charismatic and egotistical with it. A chameleon...
Hi everyone. it's been a while since I've been on here, but I'm back. This is some poetry about my beloved Matty. Hope you enjoy reading it.
Hi friends. So this is my first story on about the Emo Lord, (as he calls himself!) Matty Healy. I don't know what will happen or where it will lead, which is a surprise element I guess. What I can tell you Matty will have a kind of dark/mysterious side to his persona in this story. I've had to do a lot of editing to...
in which india chance falls for a man who would do anything to spill her blood {lowercase intended throughout} part one of three © 1975niaz
Celeste works at the Cosmic Cafe to pay for her rent. Andy works at the Temple of Venus to pay for her schooling. Celeste has just moved into a new place, down the hall from a compelling bad boy. Andy has a new regular at the club, with a leather jacket and a hard drink in his hand. Celeste needs to control her alter...
"Girls like me don't run away from home." Matty laughed. "Girls like you also shouldn't be talking to guys like me." I watched as he took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke back out of his mouth. "Girls like you shouldn't have to be fake happy." A homeless man across the street had a permanent frown, which ma...
"You're a good girl, do you know that?" He exhaled deeply with a disbelieving smile, pulling me to lie next to him. "Which is probably why I find you so hot. Those innocent eyes, fuck. I was done for. I always have been." "You don't mean that." I laughed, clambering beneath the sheets. "Ah, always so skeptical. But...
Ever since I met him, he had become my whole life. I had no purpose before him. Now my purpose was him. And I hated that I loved it. I hated that he didn't feel the same. Or did he? WARNINGS: drugs, strong language, adult content
A Matty Healy fanfiction. CW; Drug use/abuse, mention of emotional abuse/breakdowns, sexual content, foul language. ** "Your thing is doors, yeah?" "I'm Matty by the way." "I'm Archer, what's your thing, Matty?" "Cocaine."
and if you have someone who wholeheartedly loves you, hold onto them. something so beautiful is close to impossible to find in this cruel world.
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 o...
When Rose swings open her door and lets a stranger fall into her apartment, she doesn't think her life would be any different. After helping the lanky Brit, she gets pulled into things she'd rather not be involved in.
when she gets his gun, he's begging "babe, stay stay" // obviously I don't own the lyrics or anything but I do own the actual story part so yeah
A short story featuring The 1975's Matthew Healy. WARNING: SMUT. EXPLICIT CONTENT. READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. This is a work of fiction.
over the days, matty falls deeper and deeper in love with a girl who loves stars, but he can't find the courage to say the three words that she so desperately wants to hear. matty healy a.u.
#7 in Matty Healy and The 1975. about a cynical boy who makes inappropriate comments at the worst of times, and a girl who wishes he kept his mouth shut but doesn't mind when he wraps his arm around her shoulders each morning. © alienharrry 2016
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.
