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nights in hackney ☆ matty healy

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1975 adam band daniel fan fic george hackney hann healy london love macdonald matt matty nights romance ross

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1975 adam band daniel fan fic george hackney hann healy london love macdonald matt matty nights romance ross

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infatuation // m.h by subsectionss

"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 2015

i'd rather stay ~ matty healy by jakesmasterass

a gloomy day in manchester somehow causes blair and matty to meet in a unique way.

1975 | m.h [completed] by madysinmarie

It all started in the summer of 1975.

Somebody Else - Matty Healy by tootimereads

Amidst The 1975's - At their Very Best tour, a magnetic connection stirs between Isla Callaghan, a talented Irish photographer, and Matty Healy, the band's charismatic lead singer. As their bond deepens, the tale unfolds with a tantalizing undercurrent of longing, trust, and the delicate dance of unspoken desires.

Conversation *ᴹᵃᵗᵗʸ ᴴᵉᵃˡʸ* by imagine-that-100

'It wasn't his intention to flirt with anyone today. But you seemed to have been sent by the universe for him to rile up a little.' ~*~*~*~ Matty boards a train at Manchester Piccadilly, expecting the journey to bore him to tears. Two hours and one sparkling conversation later, by the time he reaches London Euston he's formed a thoroughly unexpected connection. For you the opportunity of a lifetime arrises, and it would be idiotic to pass up. As more time is spent together, your connection becomes stronger and it has the possibility to become the greatest love either of you will ever know. ~*~*~*~*~*~

High above the ground by IndiesIdol

"I was always up in the clouds till I met you" (Matty Healy fan fic)

Haunt//Bed (A Matty Healy Fan Fic) by hesgotafunnyface

Ava and Matty were best friends growing up until things got out of hand. They see each other for the first time following her father's funeral and rekindle their friendship-- along with his old feelings for her. He's scared of losing her again but he's more afraid of not showing her how he feels. Friendships are tested. Lives are changed. Will Matty and Ava stay together this time or will the past get in the way? Along the journey Matty ends up falling for a friend. This is very loosely based off of the 1975 song Haunt//Bed but kinda manifested into so much more.

i think i love you • matthew healy by drunkdrea

"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" -

takes a bit more • matthew healy by drunkdrea

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.

lostmyhead ( ✓ ) by plebeians-

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

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infatuation // m.h cover

i'd rather stay ~ matty healy cover

1975 | m.h [completed] cover

Somebody Else - Matty Healy cover

Conversation *ᴹᵃᵗᵗʸ ᴴᵉᵃˡʸ* cover

High above the ground cover

Haunt//Bed (A Matty Healy Fan Fic) cover

i think i love you • matthew healy cover

takes a bit more • matthew healy cover

lostmyhead ( ✓ ) cover

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 2015