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Contenu pour adultesTerminé sam., août 12, 201724m
Matty Healy x reader fan fiction
You are 19 years old and met Matty at a friends house party but, little did you know this would change everything. You're love for him becomes out of control to the point that you don't know what to do...
WARNING: includes self harm, sex and use of drugs
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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.Terminé
infatuation // m.h
"Please don't go." "I'm sorry." "I hate you." "Can we go somewhere?" "I forgive you." "Do you actually love me?" "I don't want to be here anymore." "I fucking love you." "I'm sorry." "Please stay." These were things said often between the two. They were so enthralled in each other. They couldn't get enough. Skin to skin wasn't close enough. Kissing constantly. Driving with hands gripping thighs. Hands tangled in hair. Nails clawing backs. Eyelashes brushing cheeks. Heads resting on chests. They wanted nothing more than to crawl into each other, and never come out. Say goodbye to the rest of the world and crawl away into their own. They loved each other so much that hand holding and neck kissing wasn't enough. Sex wasn't nearly as close as they'd like to be. They wrapped limbs through limbs and never wanted to let go. They couldn't stop. But minutes feel like hours spent apart. They spent hours in each other's arms. Listening to music, driving, singing, loving, living. They couldn't bare time apart. She was obsessed with him and he was in love with her. They romanticised each other. They wrote poetry and songs and lyrics and melodies about each other. He was hers and she was his. They belonged to each other. They smoked together and drank together and they couldn't stop. Maybe it was unhealthy. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was toxic, doomed to end badly. Maybe it'd kill them. (Maybe the drugs would.) Maybe they were being dangerous. Maybe this would be the death of them. But they didn't care. *smut warning in quite a few chapters lmaoo* published 2015Terminé
Menswear
A Fanfiction about The 1975's MATTY Healy. All Rights belong to their rightful owners.Terminé
Don't Say You Love Me More
Juliette already had to go through a lot of things during her relationship with singer Matt Healy. After several fights with friends, family and her boss, all saying Matty wouldn't be good for her, Matty himself gives her reasons to think he would be cheating on her. She sleeps with George, feels guilty and even tries to kill herself. Even after all of this Matty stays with her. But the next problems are already inevitable as they both start to take more and more drugs again... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This story is based on the fanfiction of @that_ome_writer The whole thing I described above is written down in "She Said The Air Is So Clean". For this fanfiction it is not necessary to read "She Said The Air Is So Clean" but if you're interested in what you read above please check out this and all the other fanfictions by @that_ome_writer XXX :)Terminé
Inside Your Mind ﹡ᵗʰᵉ ¹⁹⁷⁵ ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ﹡
A collection of my Matty Healy/The 1975 oneshots and short seriesTerminé
Urgency. | Matthew Healy
"What do you think, Matty?" Valerie sighs, trashing her last attempt at writing a song. "I think we should kiss." Valerie believes she is the kind of person that has fallen for the wrong kind of guys all her life, and tends to avoid relationships after having to go to extremes to maintain her previous unspoken affinities. Well, at least until the urgency of having Matthew Healy next to her came around. *WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE* - *Started writing 1/7/17* PUBLISHED AUGUST 2, 2019. FINISHED FEBRUARY 29, 2020. - Achievements: • #11 in Matthew as of 8/27/19 • #2 in Healy as of 8/28/20 • #1 in Detailed as of 1/23/20Terminé
you look so cool. (matty healy)
Fuck. That grey puff of smoke follows him everywhere. The scent of cigarettes sticks everywhere, and it always reminds me of him. But it's not him. I haven't seen him in six years, but a simple puff of smoke on the London streets takes me back to that gas station all those years ago. Ski Masks. Cigarettes. Me. Matty. It all feels like yesterday. Until it all fell apart. I remember the last thing he said to me, "you look so cool". This was before his band got big. Before I went back to school and established my own career, making a name for myself. I smell it before I see him. It's been six damn years and here he is, standing in my doorway that damn cigarette hanging off his lip. Matty fucking Healy.Terminé
Unrequited love
you're into drugs and I'm into you. maybe one day I can be something you're addicted to. //matty healy// -drugs, sexTerminé
So far, it's alright.
You're in New York, loud, hungry, impossible New York, where everything's moving too fast and nothing ever really lands. Your best friend drags you out to some half-legal speakeasy, a hidden gem from people in the industry, swears it'll change your life like he always does, and maybe you let him. Maybe because it's easier than sitting at home with your own silence. You don't go looking for Matty Healy. You just find him, or maybe he finds you. Cigarette between his teeth, knuckles tattooed and jaw shadowed, half-drunk on something expensive and godlike without even trying. He's all sharp lines and soft ruin, the kind of man who speaks in riddles and sings like he's bleeding. You're a photographer...freelance, half-known, half-hungry..and you've made a career out of capturing chaos, but nothing prepares you for him. You shouldn't want him, you know that. But want doesn't ask permission. And once you fall in, it's like being dragged under by a current you didn't know was there. This isn't just a love story. It's about the wreckage you carry and the parts of you that music drags back to life. It's about grief that doesn't knock, about needing too much and trying to want less. You lose yourself in his world, in the green rooms and red lights, the 3 a.m. truths, the hangover confessions. The fame, the heat, the damage. And him, always him, in the eye of it all. It's not tidy, nor clean. It's real. Once it starts, there's no going back. So far, it's alright.
//For Crying Out Loud...// Matty Healy story!! (Completed) •IN EDITING•
For almost four years, the only things Kay has known and had in life, is Matty. Drugs, alcohol and music. All four things were the only things Kay needed in life. She was a difficult individual. Troubled! No one ever understood her. No one ever had time for her. Until he came along,they were inseparable. Soo alike. She soon discovered, he was the only thing she really needed. He became her love, her life. Her savior! One night, they both made a wish. He was Kays wish. His wish came true. Heading off to be in one of the biggest bands around. The 1975. But to become a success, he had to let go of the failure - Kay. But Kay doesn't know how to let go. Or to stop being the failure no one wants. Four years later, when she does and cleans up her habits and her life. Its soon clear that Matty's the one who's the addict. And Kay's the drug. Can she forgive? Will she cave? Can she change? Will he stay?Terminé
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.
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