BAIRN: Matty Healy
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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.
//I was late, but i arrived//
Matty is the most beautiful boy Kate has ever seen when he enters the bakery, she is working in. They both meet often and Kate is soon falling in love. When some problems are coming up, she has doubts. Will they end up together in the long run?Concluida![A L L E V I A TE [m.h. g.d]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/107849317-256-k809406.jpg)
A L L E V I A TE [m.h. g.d]
"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."Concluida
drugs- m.h
-His mouth hung open in awe at her, he thought she was everything. She held his jaw with a hand and blew her smoke into his mouth. He almost melted - In which lovers become friends who become confused. -Explicit content- Started- November 2018 Finished- August 2019Concluida
She said the air is so clean. (Matty Healy fanfic)
Juliette meets a boy. He saves her from herself, but hes also toxic for her. Between her friends disapproval and her own self doubt she slowly begins to realize somethings are better kept to herself. But love clouds her judgement and she makes bad choices. (This description sounds so cliche. Just read it and you'll figure it out maybe. Okay byee)Concluida
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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.Concluida
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, sexConcluida![Intersect. [MH] (Editing in Process)](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/113607807-256-k833829.jpg)
Intersect. [MH] (Editing in Process)
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."Concluida
talk! | matty healy
both endlessly denying what's wrong to make each other right. **contains smut, some violence and swearing, drug use (lower case intended)Concluida
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When Charlie the typical awkward 18 year old good girl who doesn't drink/smoke or do any form of drugs starts talking to matty the typical non awkward 24 year old bad boy who does most certainly drink/smoke and do drugs and just so happens to be the lead singer of a cool band, surprisingly sparks fly.Concluida
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.
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