#matty timothy healy

[tillthelandslide]

Same For You : (1) And This Is How It Starts...

A/n: okay guys... I'm all over the place at the moment and I seriously apologise for making series after series and then taking ages to finish them... But here's another to add to the list... This is going to be a slow burn fic but I hope you enjoy. I can't lie, I haven't been this excited for a series in a long time... I really love this one and I hope you guys too. Let me know what you think 🫶🏼 - Lou

Series Warnings: slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap, complicated relationship (low-key unhealthy dynamics), eventual love...

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The bar is a dingy little thing down some street in Soho, smoke clouds the room making it harder to see the people sitting in the booths, not that she minded. From where she stood, in the middle of the small stage, she could barely make out the faces of the people who were laughing amongst themselves.

She saw the usual people who attentively listened to their band every week when they did this gig: the guy who would be considered (by most) slightly too old to listen to them, a group of 'edgy' girls and guys who had supported them from the start (their own little fan base), a few of their friends, the usuals.

She stood in front of a microphone, holding her dark green electric guitar, the strap hooked loosely over her shoulders. She wore leather trousers and a black bralette, her hair which was once curled and down now sat in a messy bun on the top of her head.

Her band mates accompanied her, each taking a little break from their set. Her voice filled the small venue and she sounded sure of her self, confident, like she knew her place in the world. And when she was singing, performing, she did, she was home on that stage, on any stage and from the boys say, it was clear as day.

From where Matty, George and Jamie sat, they could see her and her band clearly, but their attention was trained only on her, like it had been the entire night.

"She's really good Jamie, how did you hear about her again?" Matty raises his glass to his mouth after he speaks, his curly mop of hair bouncing as he gestured towards the woman on stage.

"I didn't... George did. She's amazing though, they all are" Matty's eyes flick to George at Jamie's words, who was nursing his own drink, eyes trained on the girl too who was beginning a song on her own.

"She runs in the same circle as Charli" George says and his words surprise Matty. Matty takes in the girl on stage, she was cool, just like Charli, but the music he had heard so far was completely different to hers, more rocky and less poppy, more gritty. She looked like a rockstar and the fact she hung out with Charli's friends surprised him.

"Really? Bit of a different vibe than Char" Matty says, making George nod. It wasn't a bad thing necessary, Matty loved Charli, and obviously George did, but the girl on stage was just... Different.

"I know... Years younger too, but Charli says she's the coolest person she's ever met and that's saying something..." George says, chuckling at the memory of his girlfriend practically fawning over her to him.

"What's her name again?" Jamie asks George, eyes flicking from the stage to George and then back again.

"Y/n, Y/n Y/L/N" Jamie nods, jotting the name down in his phone.

"How have we never heard of her? Never heard her songs?" both Jamie and George shrug at Mattys words, the three of them falling silent and listening to her sing. It was a slower song than before and they hadn't realised she had swapped her electric guitar for an acoustic one. The song stops and she smiles at the people who clapped, the group of people who the guys had now identified as her 'fans' cheered and she laughed at them, throwing a hand their way as if to say "stop it" all with a huge smile on her face.

"Thank you" she says, handing her guitar to someone off stage, before they see the bassist of the band walk over to her, hooking an arm around her shoulders and pulling her towards them. They watch as they black haired bassist whispers something into her ear before she pulls away. The girl they now know as Y/n is then looking directly at them, she doesn't smile, she smirks, before they hear her speak to her microphone.

"So... We have some special guests in tonight" they hear her say. Matty and George's attention is quickly turned away by someone joining their table: Ross.

"Took your time getting here" George's eyes flick from the tall man to the girl on stage, not wanting to miss a single moment, especially now her words were directed towards them.

"Got here as soon as I could, now what's the emergency?" Ross asks, sitting down next to Matty.

Matty points to the stage and Ross' eyes follow him, breath faltering as his eyes landed on her, smiling at him, at them. He didn't often get breathless, but she was truly beautiful, and undeniably cool. As crazy as it was to say, to even think, Ross felt some kind of magnetic pull towards her, instant feeling like a fool for even thinking it, because seriously? Who believes in that? Definitely not him.

"I've been a fan of this band since I was 15... I'm now 24... anyway this is completely unplanned but we've got to give our guests a warm welcome" she nods at them, her words making them all smile. Matty nods at her, a silent thank you and she awkwardly waves back. Her eyes flick to Ross, who she finds staring at her, mouth slightly agape. He feels goosebumps rise to his skin when she sends another smile his way.

"Jesus she's ballsy" Ross says with a smirk on his face, only tearing his eyes from her for a sllit second. They hear the opening guitar of Pressure being played, by her, not the guitarist, her.

"She's fucking good man" George says, visibly getting excited as they listen to them play.

She's hot, she's beautiful, she's amazing Ross thinks.

We need to know her, I need to know her Matty thinks.

Jamie watches with a smirk too, thoroughly impressed.

"She makes Hann look shit" George says, all of the guys present laughing at his words.

"And me..." Matty says, making the three of them laugh again. They all watch in awe, clapping and cheering when the song finishes.

"We have to sign her to the label " Matty says and Jamie nods, calculating a plan in his mind, already searching her name on Google to find out if she had a record deal, a label, anything. The search reveals a few tweets about her band, a small fan base, her Instagram profile and the bands page but no information about whether they had a label or a record deal and the man shakes his head, shocked at this revelation.

They're surprised to see her standing from the stage, passing the guitar to someone off stage, she lets her hair loose from the confines of it's bun and Ross watches in awe as it falls in soft curls down her back. He realises his mouth is hanging open when she begins walking towards them, a soft smile resting against her mouth. Ross saw something sparkle in her eyes, he wasn't sure what it was, but he sure as hell wanted to find out. The idea frightened him to no end but he always felt excitement buzz in his stomach.

"The 1975... Well three of you anyway" the guys smile at her words, not out of politeness or necessity but because she genuinely made them smile. The fact she knew about them, although not utterly surprising, made them happy and for whatever reason, made them feel special.

"Y/N... I know your girlfriend" she extends her hand to George who smiles and shakes her hand.

"I know... I have to say when Charli told me how talented you were I didn't think she meant THAT talented. You're amazing" George says and she smiles, then thanks him.

Matty notices that she was the box tattoo on her wrist, he reminds himself to ask about that later but for now he smirks to himself.

"Matty" he says, offering her his hand to shake.

"I know... Big fan..." She says smiling "of all of you to be honest" she says, Matty can't help but feel proud at her words and maybe he felt something else too, excitement maybe? Her eyes then land on Ross... The one her bandmates knew she had a crush on.

"Ross Macdonald, lovely to meet you darling" he says placing his hand in hers, the tingles they both felt were hard to ignore.

"The bassist..." She says making him nod, her words are laced with something he can't put his finger on. Was it awe? Was it interest? Was it intrigue? He didn't know.

"The bassline for Love Me is one of my favourites... I forced Clara our bassists to learn it when we started playing with each other" she says making Ross smile, she throws a hand over her shoulder, gesturing to a black haired girl walking off the stage. The bassist smiles at them and y/n waves as she smirks back at her.

"Clara" she explains, they all nod.

"What brings you to this bar then? Not really your scene is it?" Her words are accompanied by an eyebrow raise, one which is almost challenging them.

"Charli told us you'd be here tonight" Jamie says "sorry I'm Jamie, the boys manager" she nods.

"We want to sign you to our label, dirty hit" he blurts it right now. He never acted like this, but just like he knew with the 1975, he knew she was it. She had starpower.

"Wow... Okay, guess we need to get to know each other then" she says, sitting down with them, right next to Ross, who was sitting with his arm resting behind her on the booth. She can't help but smirk when he doesn't remove it.

Note: AHHHHH!!! I really hope you like this so far and I hope you're as excited as me for this series!!! You'll just have to keep reading to see what I have up my sleeve for this one... I'm honestly so excited. Love you all and thank you for your continued support, would mean to world if you would like, comment or reblog - Lou

(2) Your Very Own Mirror

[goingtoparisagain]

something about me and men named matthew

[octoberelis]

matthew.

[writing-realityawayfromreality]

Little Update

Alright y’all, i have so many thoughts in my head lately I’ve been walking 3 miles a day to clear my mind and get the writing juices flowing onto paper. Now of course the idea’s have been about Mr. Matty Healy because... why not and also have a few about Pedro. Also have some very very old drafts of Harry and Luke hemmings and some hockey/ football players that I’d like to post just they aren’t done yet. 

I have a massive story i think coming about Matty. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and well... just know its coming. I right now just got back from goat yoga and do i have a sweet blurb about that?  yes, yes I do. Might come out this weekend might come out tonight depending on how my night goes.  please send in your thoughts and feedback, I’m always looking on ways to improve my writing and outlook on things. 

As always, all the love,

-K.  

[youareinlove]

ikik its his name or whatever but calling a grown man "matty" feels wrong. matty is your cousin's toddler who has a biting problem, not a 34-year-old british man who licks raw meat on stage

[niksixx]

Whoever allowed Matty Healy to wear an all black outfit with sunglasses and his curls unleashed during golden hour at Lollapalooza in Chile last night……THANK. YOU.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Halla, dad!Matty teaching his baby how to skate on ice😭😭😭😭

AWWWW STOP THATS TOO CUTEEEE 💗💗💗

The whole time, the missus is terrified. She agreed to it at first but the second that she sees her baby in those skating shoes she wants to change her mind.

Matty has to assure her countless times that he’ll have her back the entire time and he’d never let anything bad happen to his baby girl.

At first, they’re sticking to the edges, so she feels safe letting them mess around. And little girl has got Tim and Denise’s blood for sure cuz this baby is FEARLESS. She’s laughing so much with on hand clutched to Matty and the other to the edge of the ice rink like “mama look! Look I’m sliding!”

It’s the second that Matty lets go of her that things get tricky. His wife loses it of course. He can hear her from a distance shouting his full government name “MATTHEW TIMOTHY HEALY DONT YOU DARE LET GO OF HER HAND.”

Little girl sees her mom worried and starts to worry herself. “Daddy, don’t leave me! Daddy I can’t walk” she’s gesturing with her tiny little hand for him to come back.

It breaks his heart and he nearly changes his mind. But SOMEONE in this family has to keep it together. So he just tries to comfort her. “Yes you can’t, baby. Cmon. Dad hasn’t left you. I’m right here” he stretches his arm out. “C’mon grab my hand, you can do it.”

She’s not sure at first. It’s cold and slippery and the shoes feel weird to her. But her dad is her hero and if he says it’s fine then it must be fine. Plus, daddy would never let anything bad happen to her, right? She’s always safe when she’s with him, so she decides to go for it and takes a few steps forwards grabbing onto his hands. He pulls her the rest of the way towards him and she looks as surprised and delighted as both her parents. Yelling out “weeeeee” as she slides over.

Her mom cannot contain the joy “you did it baby!! You’re such a big girl! You did it!!!” She’s got it on video and everything. They’re gonna buy her candy to celebrate after.

All is well until Matty asks “now, can you skate in a circle around me?” And his wife wants to kill him. “Over my dead fuckin body.”

“What? If she’s going to be an Olympic figure skater, she’s gonna have to pull more impressive moves than THAT” he jokes, knowing that he just took a decade off his wife’s life.

[k4tie75]

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A/n hiii I’m a hopeless romantic it’s obvious at this point the amount I write about weddings 😭😭

This might be really shit idk?

This has been proofread but only by me, at like 3am 😭

Warnings: getting high outside a church, bit cheesy icl but cute?

Word count: 2k

Summary: Iris met Matty 17 years ago, today they're getting married and Iris’s mum retells the story of how the pair met.

"And do you Iris Jane Thomson, take Matthew Timothy Healy to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?" Asks the officiant

"I do." I reply with eyes glossed by tears.

Matty smiles warmly at me.

"And with that i now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride" the officiant says to finish the ceremony.

He doesn't have to ask Matty twice because right after the officiant is finished speaking Matty grabs my waist and catches my lips in a kiss full of all the love and adoration we have for eachother.

A while later after the meal, my tipsy mum makes a toast, she starts retelling the story of how Matty and I met.

"Iris and Matty met at mine and Ted's wedding 17 long years ago" she drunkenly giggles placing her hand on my step dad Ted's shoulder.

17 years earlier (2007)

Todays the day, Mum and Ted are finally getting married.

I'm woken up at half 4 to my very cute 5 year old sister Ella, who very clearly has no sense of time crawling into my bed and asking for her favourite TV show.

I didn't deny her request because who could say no to that face and I needed to be up soon anyways.

I put it on, got up and headed to the bathroom to get freshened up.

When I come back she's fast asleep, snoring quietly so I turn the TV off and tuck her in, because no one wants a grumpy, sleepy toddler moping about on their big day.

I spend the rest of the morning helping mum and eventually getting Ella up and ready.

I then get myself ready, I get into my bridesmaid dress.

It's a simple light blue full length dress that matches the other bridesmaids.

Next i do my hair and makeup and run downstairs to see my mum all dolled up and in her dress talking to the other bridesmaids about table settings or something.

She looks gorgeous and i make sure to tell her right before the fancy car that she hired shows up.

I pick up Ella while the other bridesmaids take mum's train so it won't get dirty and we all get in the car, feeling like royalty.

After the lavish ride we make it to the church and get ready to walk down the Isle to the row at the front but all of a sudden mum in a rush introduces me to the groomsman I'm walking down with.

"Iris this is Matty, Matty this is iris you two are walking down together you might need to help Ella with the flowers, okay love you, go! go! go!"

"Love you too" I reply and then take the hand that Matty, a boy I've never met has extended and walk down the Isle with him.

Ella does her flowergirl duties perfectly and when we reach our seats she sits in between me and Matty.

The ceremony is lovely, I cry a little because of how beautiful it is.

I catch Mattys gaze briefly land on me but quickly move away.

After the ceremony the drinks hour begins, I don't really get the chance to see Mum or Ted because their being kept busy with the other guests.

When Ella spots Gran she's running into her arms, with that big gappy smile everybody loves.

I'm sitting at one of the tables picking at my nail polish while i listening to some older lady that claims she hasn't seen me since I was 3 drunkenly ramble on about how she's had 4 husbands in 50 years, honestly the story's quite interesting at the start but quickly becomes confusing.

So I'm ecstatic when someone says my name in an attempt to get my attention.

"Uhm, hey iris" the unfamiliar male voice says.

I turn around and see Matty standing there looking down smirking.

"Oh! Uh Hey Matty" I reply surprised.

He looks up and nods his head to the door, silently asking if i wanted to go outside with him.

Thankfully someone else sits down at the table and the older lady's attention quickly switches to them.

I take that as my chance to leave the table and go with Matty.

When we get round the back of the church he goes into his suit pocket and pulls out a small plastic container with two joints, he pulls one out, lights it and takes a puff.

After exhaling he asks.

"You smoke?"

"Sometimes" i reply airily.

His lips curl into a small smile as he offers me the joint.

I take it and inhale deeply, his gaze is fixated on my lips as i blow out the smoke slowly.

I pass it back to him.

"Fuckkkk thought wedding's were ment to be fun" I say.

"What so hearing about some old lady drone on about her divorces isn't how you planned to be spending your parents long awaited wedding?" He jokes

I laugh and so does he.

The conversation flows nicely, the joint gets smaller and we get closer untill we're inches apart.

He stubs out the roach on the wall and places a hand on my jaw, making my breath hitch.

My eyes travel down his face until they pause at his lips.

He does the same and leans down to catch my lips in a soft kiss.

Although he quickly pulls away and mutters an apology.

However I pull him back in just as fast and this time it's a much deeper kiss, messy but hungry.

Maybe it's the weed or just Matty in general but this is the best kiss I've ever had.

He tastes of weed and cheap alcohol.

I thread my fingers through his hair and his already strong grip on my waist tightens.

We kiss untill we run out of oxygen and pull away from eachother gasping for air.

"Fuck me, that was hot" I say under my breath.

Unfortunately Matty hears me and half jokingly says.

"Anytime"

I don't get the chance to reply because I hear Ted calling my name from around the front of the church.

"Shit" I whisper and fix my hair so it doesn't look like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards.

I look apologetically at Matty giving him a quick peck on the cheek before I run off.

"Hey Ted" I say trying not to sound out of breath and seem sober.

"Oh thank god iris your mother- where on earth have you been, are you high?!" Ted says shocked.

"Uhm i was round the back of the church crying because I'm so happy for you and mum" I say making the crap lie up on the spot.

He sighs, smiles and shakes his head knowing that you're not telling the truth but as long as you're having fun and are safe he's fine with it.

"Okay hun, I know you're high but please atleast act normal because your mums inside waiting for a dance with you"

"Go on" Ted says nodding his head towards the door with a kind smile on his face.

I go inside to dance with my mum, thankfully she's too drunk to realise I'm High.

Infact she's so drunk that when she sees Matty with a sour look on his face sitting next to his mum after hes being caught High she calls him over.

When he notices I'm standing there too his expression changes to a boyish grin and his once slow walking pace quickens.

"Mattyyy" mum says with a dopey smile when he reaches us on the dance floor.

"Hi Mrs Thompson" he replies.

"Ohhh don't be silly call me Janet hun" she correts him.

Before he gets the chance to reply she's speaking again.

"Well the reason I called you over is because I noticed how darling you and iris looked together during the ceremony and I was just thinking how cute it'd be if you two danced together"

Matty doesn't even take time to think it over before he replies.

"Yeah sure, I mean as long as Iris wants to."

I look down and smile.

"Yeah okay"

"I'll leave you two too it!" Mum says excitedly before she runs off abandoning the rushed conversation to talk to Denise.

"Soooo" Matty say as a slow song comes on.

"Soooo" I mimic with a giggle.

He awkwardly places his hands on my waist and I loosely wrap my hands around his neck and we start swaying in time with the music and the awkwardness fades.

After a while of comfortable silence between me and Matty he breaks it and whispers to me.

"You're gorgeous"

I feel my cheeks get hot and I know I'm blushing.

This only makes Matty smile more.

"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself" I reply

Out of the blue he kisses me on the cheek.

We grin at each other and continue dancing but then some pop songs start playing so it's a bit more chill and the two of us properly dance together and have a laugh, the weed still effecting both of us but that was kind of the point.

An hour or so later we're both exhausted and go find a table to sit at.

Mattys phone goes off and that must be what inspired him to ask for my number.

I put it in his phone and that's when Denise comes over and tells him they have to go because Louis is just about falling asleep.

As much as Matty tries to convince his mum to leave without him she doesn't budge and soon enough they're saying their goodbyes to everyone.

Just before Matty leaves we make eye contact and he holds his hand to his ear like a phone, mouths call me and winks.

I instantly get butterfly's for like the millionth time today.

I blow him a kiss, which he pretends to catch and put it in his pocket.

I smile at the ground and when I look up he's gone.

My phone buzzes and I know exactly who it is.

"Cya x"

Present day

Both me and Matty are crying happy tears as the story wraps up.

It feels like it was only yesterday we were behind the church sharing a joint and our first kiss.

"Love you" Matty says to me quietly.

"Love you too" I reply before he pulls me into a soft loving kiss.

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Okay that’s all 😭

we don’t talk about how girlies mum knew all of the story (cause she didn’t how could she?)

Hope you liked it idk the next time I’ll write cause my satvb show is next week and idk how I’ll live my life after that so it might be a while.

Love yous xo

[tillthelandslide]

Insufferable Arsehole (When In Rome) Part 10 - Step Into Your Skin

An: so I know it's a long time in the waiting but here's the new chapter of Insufferable Arsehole... Taking a little break seriously brought my love back for this series, thank you to everyone who continually supports me, I love you. This next part of the series is titled "When In Rome" hope you enjoy - Lou

Warnings: smut, fluff, mentions of tattoos. Bit long? 🤣

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Previous part

Rome is heaven, everything about it from the heat, the sun, the views, the vibe, is perfect. Matty had planned the whole thing, Lou going with the flow and following the man she loved. He had managed to book their villa for a week and a half, both wanting to go home at some point and see their families.

Matty was watching Lou from the kitchen window, she was lying by the pool on a sun lounger, clad in a skimpy black bikini that left hardly anything to the imagination. But he didn't need to imagine, not when he had her right there, officially his girlfriend and more than willing to do anything he wanted.

Sunglasses rested over her eyes, and he watched intently as water droplets glistened on her skin in the sun, skin which had darkened far quicker than his. Skin which was already loitered with purple bruises after being attacked by his desperate and aching mouth.

His eyes wandered over her tattoos, landing on the box tattoo above her wrist, directly opposite his own. He didn't notice the huge grin resting on his face as he looked at her, but he was the perfect picture of a man in love. He felt his heart fluttering as he looked at her, he felt like he was flying, no, he was soaring, swept up in everything that was her and he never ever wanted to step back onto the ground, not when soaring felt this good.

Condensation on the glass of the iced coffee he had made her, dripped against his hand, stirring him from his daydream. His feet carry himself to her, leaving the confines of the kitchen, which backed onto the garden which was huge and had a beautiful infinity pool. He immediately feels the heat flush against his body, his bare chest which had just cooled down beginning to form a sheen. His shadow casts over her body as he stands above her.

She removes her sunglasses, smiling up at the man as he offers her the coffee with a smile.

"Thank you my love" she says, sitting up to take a sip, practically moaning as the coffee hits her tongue, the ice cooling her down almost instantly.

Her hand finds his as he still stands, staring down at her, mouth agape slightly. Her now cold mouth places a soft kiss over his knuckles, silently thanking him again.

"Jesus Christ I need to go for a swim to cool off" he says, not referring to being hot because of the weather. She giggles up at him, knowing the effect she had on him, and it's only worsened when she takes her bottom lip in-between her teeth, making the man grunt. His hand grasps her chin gently, thumb plucking her lip from her teeth, calling off the attack before he speaks.

"You're killing me here love" he says and she shrugs at him.

"I'm not doing anything" she says innocently. He chuckles at that, jumping into the pool. She giggles as he hits the water, causing a big splash, the water covering the deck and attacking her too. Little did he know she was suffering too, watching the way his tanned chest glistened in the sun, tempting her to run her palms over the muscle.

She laughs at him as he emerges, curls now soaked and sitting flat against his head as he flicks them back.

"What did I do?" She asks, her hands held to her chest in an attempt to shield herself from getting soaked.

"Nothing. Just being you love and it's killing me" he says, swimming over to the edge of the pool, she stands from her seat, coffee left by the lounger. She lowers herself so she's sat at the edge of the pool by the time he swims to the edge. Her legs part to accommodate him as he rests his arms on her thighs, her hands coming to play with his wet hair.

"Think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said" she murmurs, pressing her lips to the top of his wet head as his arms wrap around her waist, dampening the skin. His hair now smelt faintly like chlorine but she could still smell his clear and inviting scent.

"I love you" he mumbles into her skin, cheek flat against her stomach, before it's moving again so he's lips can peck at the skin.

"I love you too" she says, pressing lightly against his chin so he's looking at her.

"You might as well not be wearing this though love" he says, pulling the fabric of her bikini bottoms before letting them go so they snap against her hip.

"Hmm... Take it off then" she says to tease him on purpose.

"Fucking hell" he groans at her words, head snapping backwards as she laughs loudly. His palms are flat either side of her thighs then, pushing against the surface until he rises slightly, arms flexing as he presses his lips to hers. It's a loving kiss, not rushed despite her words which tempted him.

"It suits you being here.... By the pool, or reading in the garden... Just sitting there looking pretty" he says as he lowers himself again.

"Yeah? Like doing everything for me?" she laughs at her words but he's nodding below her, hooking his arms around her.

"Id do anything for you" he says and although he's words are intense, she knows them to be true.

"I would for you too Matty. Absolutely anything"

"Yeah?" She nods "how about we go inside and get you out of whatever this is?" He asks, hooking his finger into the side of her bikini bottoms, letting it slap back to her hip again. She nods hastily, jumping up from the pool and running inside, giggling as the curly haired man chased after her, dripping in his wake.

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She was covered up in a shirt of his now, the buttons undone as she sat with her guitar in her lap.

Matty was in the kitchen, being domestic and cooking them dinner. She could hear him humming along to something, she laughed when she heard a clatter or heard him swear, usually having to call out an "I'm alright don't worry!"

"Matty come here a second please" she shouts out, hearing his bare feet hit against the tiles not a moment later.

"You alright my love?" He asks, cooking utensil in hand. She nods at him and he places a peck to her mouth.

"Will you listen to this a second? Tell me what you think?" She asks and he nods, placing himself down on the sofa opposite to where she's sat.

He hears her begin to play a familiar melody: the one she began writing when he saw her on the stage before that show.

When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry

And curse at the wind

He broke his own heart and I watched

As he tried to reassemble it

And my momma swore

That she would never let herself forget

And that was the day that I promised

I'd never sing of love if it does not exist

His heart aches at the words, desperately wanting to just take away the guitar and hug her, to let her know she had him now and love, it really did exist. Theirs was strong and he truly believed it could conquer all. He never really felt like that before, love before her was something that occupied his time, made life a little less shit and a little more bearable. But with her, her love, it was everything, it was the air he needed to breathe, the music to his ears, the blood pumping in his veins.

But darling, you are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

Her eyes find his and if he wasn't just a bit too realistic he would've thought time slowed. She was singing about him.

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we've got to find other ways to make it alone

Or keep a straight face

And I've always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable distance

And up until now I had sworn to myself

That I'm content with loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

Matty feels his heart yearn for her. The words she sung were beautiful, and they told him everything he had always wanted to know. About her parents (very briefly and he still wanted to know more) about how love was for her before him.

But you are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

I've got a tight grip on reality

But I can't let go of what's in front of me here

I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up

Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

Her voice picks up and he notices how for the first time, her eyes flutter close. He sees a single tear fall from the corner of her eye and his breath wavers and he feels a lump in his throat, especially when her eyes reopen and peer into his. He can see how she's bearing her soul to him, he sees it and he knows it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing

Oh, and I'm on my way to believing

She sang the song he had heard before, but she sang it completely now. He finds himself with tears in his eyes and she's quick to place the guitar down, pulling him into her and cradling his body in her arms. He didn't need to ask, he knew it written for him and somehow he realises just how much she loved him. He had never been loved this hard before, this fiercely, and he had a feeling she hadn't either.

His voice is quiet when he finally speaks, not whispering but hushed.

"Love..." His voice trails off, not knowing what to say.

"You don't have to say anything... Just tell me if it's bad" she says but she knows by his reaction that it's not.

"Lou it's a beautiful song" he murmurs, looking at her now as he cradles her face gently.

"Scared it's a bit too personal to share..." She says, voicing her worries to the man she loved.

"I think it's truly beautiful and people will love it" he says, smiling widely now.

"Yeah I'm sure you'll love that a song about you is out there... And a love song at that" she says, both confirming that the song was indeed about him but also insinuating that she's written about him before.

"Does do something to my ego love can't deny that" he jokes, the both of them lightening the mood.

He wants to ask her about her parents, about the love that she's experienced in her life, but she reminds him that the food is left unattended and he reminds himself to ask another time. She joins him in the kitchen, to help when needed but to mainly watch as he cooked.

The way his arms flexed as he stirred the food in the pot has a sighing happily. A cooking apron rested around his bare neck, it was too hot to wear a shirt so he was just adorning a pair of swimming shorts and the apron.

"You look awfully domestic matty" she says, making him turn to look at her.

"Yeah? Like it?" He asks as he returns to the task at hand.

"Love it" she confirms making him smile. He lowers the heat of the food so it simmers as he walks over to where she's sat, stepping between her legs as she wraps her arms tightly around his waist.

"I love you" he says, making her smile, leaning up to meet him half way in a sweet kiss.

"Try this" he says, returning to the food, turning it off before bringing a spoonful to her mouth. He watches as she blows gently on it to cool it down, before he slides the spoon into her mouth. He groans as she moans upon tasting it, the act isnt supposed to be sexual but god it was. The spoon finds it's way out of her mouth and his mouth falls open slightly as she licks her lips.

"Jesus Christ Matty. That's heavenly" she says, surprised at his cooking skills. He doesn't say anything and she frowns up at him, asking him what's wrong.

"You're going to be the death of me, fuck the food come here" he says, throwing the spoon the side with a clatter before pulling her up from the chair and throwing her over his shoulder. Again she's surprised by his strength and all she can do is giggle as he carries them up the stairs.

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"My mum and dad loved each other loads, but my dad had his own struggles and he didn't really deal with them when he was with my mum... he didn't ever let her see him in a vulnerable way" Lou explains, lying on her side next to Matty, who was listening intently to every word she said. He had finally asked her about her parents and the love she grew up around.

"My mum got to the point where she couldn't live with him when he was like that... She realised she couldn't fix him... He had to do that himself" she explained.

"Eventually my dad got better, opening himself up to me, allowed me to see him in that way... And then he met Mia's mum and they had mia... And my mum found her partner..." She explains and Matty nods.

"How did it impact you though?" He asked, knowing there was more to he told.

"It kinda fucked me up... Wasn't their fault though... I seemed to always get into relationships with guys who were emotionally unavailable... Ones who got me to fall for them and then kept me at arms length... After a few times I just began keeping myself at a distance... The only love I really knew, before you to be honest, was always unrequited" she finally explains, confirming Matty's theory.

"Every single one of them were absolute fools for not loving you... You're the best thing that's ever happened to me" Matty says, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth, pulling her closer to him, his back flush against the bed as she rested on top of him.

"I love you" she murmurs against his mouth.

"Thank you for telling me all that" he says and she smiles at him.

"I want you to know everything"

"I want to know everything... And want you to know everything about me too" he says, his words making her smile widely because that's all she's ever wanted, to know him, fully know him. Years worth of horrible relationships with guys she didn't really want, were all made worth while, because now she was with her person, the person she was always supposed to be with.

"You were made for me, you're my person" he says softly and she nods at him.

"You're my person" she says, kissing him again, the both of them smiling at each other. Matty gently presses against her shoulders until she's against the bed, he repositions himself so he's hovering over her, holding himself up as his eyes wander over her. She usually would feel vulnerable like this, him watching her as she laid there, not a single item of clothing covering her. She felt completely bare, physically and metaphorically, but she didn't feel vulnerable, she couldn't, not with the way he looked at her like she was his entire world.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" he says, the most beautiful thing, thing. Because she was more beautiful than any person he had ever laid eyes on, more beautiful than any flower, sunset, sunrise, more beautiful than any painting could even attempt to capture.

"I'm never going to love someone as much as I love you" he admits, her heart fluttering at his words. She feels his words in every part of her, she feels the effect he has on her brain, clouding every corner of it, painting it with beautiful shades of him. She feels the way he fills her heart, filling it so much it almost hurts, it hurts when she's without him, but luckily he filled it enough that he was still there, even when he wasn't. She feels the way he makes her hairs stand on end, her senses heightened, she feels the way every word he says has her core fluttering, longing for that sweet release only he was able to grant her.

She feels the way her pupils dilate when she sees him, vision narrowing, he defined the phrase "tunnel vision" because no one even existed when he was in the room. Every single part of her longed for him, never wanting to be without him, knowing that the thought of being without him, would destroy her, so she simply pushed it away, not even needing to think about it, because it simply wouldn't happen.

"Good" she says leaning up to place her lips to his, the man trying with all his willpower not to lower himself onto her.

"Because I don't plan on ever being without you" she says as he pulls away from him, him chasing her mouth with his own, enveloping his tongue with hers.

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They stand at the foot of a tiny shop, wedged in-between a rustic looking bar and a coffee shop. The tattoo sign hung above the frame, slanted, the lights flickering occasionally. The shop was situated about 2 minutes away from their villa and Matty saw it on the first day of their trip, insisting they had to get tattoos.

Matty's eyes are covered in a pair of Truman, black-ish glasses, he wears a pair of black denim shorts and white (and slightly sheer) white shirt, the sleeves of which are rolled up. She was wearing a white milkmaid-like summer dress, which was quite short and revealed the skin of her tanned legs and chest, her collarbones shining, tempting his eyes to look at the swell of her breasts picking out of the fabric. She thought he looked fit, he thought she looked ravishing

"Matty... This looks dodgy as fuck" she says making him laugh, eyes flicking from the sign to the man squeezing her hand. She watches as his cheeks stretch into a smile, his arm hooking around her shoulders, pulling her into him, pressing his lips against the side of her head.

"Come on love, gotta live life on the edge" he says, the words mumbled into her skin.

"If I get some infection because of you...." Her words trail off, her threat cut short.

"You'll be fine come on" he says pulling them into the shop. The bell above the door rings and an oldish looking man comes to greet them, a tanned man with black and grey hair greets them with a smile.

"What a beautiful couple!" He exclaims and the two smile. The man pauses, looking at Matty as he takes his glasses off, for a moment they think he's going to recognise them but the man laughs.

"You look like a rockstar!" Is all he says and it makes Lou chuckle.

"What can I do for you?" He asks and Matty's eyes find Lou's.

"I know what I want but I don't want you to see yet" Lou nods and Matty smiles.

"I'll get my son to come to you" the man says, his accent thick. He shouts in Italian, and seconds later a tanned man with black hair similar to his enters the room.

"This beautiful lady wants a tattoo" he says and the man comes towards her, smiling at her. He's arms are covered in tattoos and his eyes are piercingly blue. He's attractive, not that Lou even notices because she's too busy staring at her boyfriend who's talking to the man and being led away.

"What can I do for you?" The man asks and she proceeds telling him what she'd like.

The man applies the transfer onto her skin, complimenting her other tattoos as he does. His hand touches the box tattoo, complimenting the artwork.

"What's it for?" He asks and she smiles.

"It's for a band" she says simply, smiling at it.

"A logo?" She nods.

"You in the band?" He asks, accent thick.

"Yeah... Yeah I'm in the band" she smiles, a huge smile that makes the man smile too.

"That man had the same yes?" He asks and she nods again. He begins tattooing her.

"Your boyfriend?" He asks again, eyes momentarily flicking up to hers before focusing back on the gun, hands moving with precision.

"Yeah..." She says, the smile unwavering from her face.

"A lucky man" he says and she hears Matty speak from behind her, making her turn her head.

"I am indeed" he says as he bends down, their lips meet in a kiss

"That was quick, let me see" she says as the man continues, she's so used to the feeling now having had so many done, she's completely uphased.

"Later" he says, hiding his hand, she raises her eyebrows but let's it go.

"What are you getting?" He asks and she shakes her head.

"It's a surprise don't look" Matty turns his head at that, instead looking into her eyes instead of her arm where the ink is being applied.

"You truly are a beautiful couple" the younger man says and they both smile again.

"Thank you" Lou says and Matty nods, agreeing to the sentiment.

The man continues his work for a few more minutes, wrapping the tattoo. The couple both pay, thanking the two men before leaving the store.

They walk back to their villa, Matty holding her to his side. When they get back he's immediately asking to see the tattoo. She smiles as she takes the wraps off revealing it to him.

He sees two dates itched into her arm and instantly smiles at the sight, tears appearing in his eyes.

One date was the first date they joined them on tour "the day that changed my life" she says, earning her a kiss from the man. He looks down at the other date "the day I asked you to be my girlfriend?" He asks, she nods. They kiss again before they're hugging each other tightly.

"Fuck I love you" she's begging to see his now and he reveals his left hand, removing the tiny bit of cling film that wraps around his ring finger. She feels tears spring to her eyes now when she sees her initial itched into the skin.

"Matty..." She's full on sobbing now, and he pulls her into his embrace, their mouths attach. He forces them to pull apart, needing to say what he needed.

"I've got you in my life now and I'm never letting you go. You've got me forever and I know we haven't had many discussions about what we want in life... Maybe we won't get married or have kids... But I know I want you, forever" he says and she continues to cry at his words.

"Matty that means so much to me" she looks at the letter again, resting nicely against his ring finger.

"Do hope to make you my wife though" he says "wouldn't have got it there if not" they laugh then, lips pressing against each other quickly.

"Yeah?" She asks and he nods, sealing his words with a kiss.

"And one day maybe I'll fill that belly with babies" he says, hands resting over her stomach which warms with desire for him.

"Yeah?" She asks again, eyes coming to find his, darkening as they look at him, lip in-between his teeth.

He nods and she smirks "we could practice that bit" he laughs at this and pulls her into him.

"Kinda wanna be buried in-between those beautiful thighs of yours, will you let me do that love?" He asks and she's nodding eagerly up at him, mouth taken up by his not a second later.

It takes him no time at all to have her spread for him on the bed of their holiday home. He's buried in-between her thighs, glorious tongue lapping her up, her hand laced in his curls, tugging at the strands. He groans into her pussy, making her back arch. She holds the dress she was wearing around her waist so she could see him.

"oh fuck Matty" he loves the way his name falls easily from her lips. He smirks and nips at her clit, making her wince "Matthew" she warns.

"Sorry love" he smirks at the way she calls him Matthew again and delivers a calculated swipe over her clit as an apology.

"You're so good" she truly means it, head before him was mediocre at best but he... He has her seeing stars as soon as he gets his mouth on her.

"Taste so good love" he says, truly a starved man, searching for gold and by god does he find it. The way she's clenching around his tongue lets him know she needs more so two fingers find their way into her sopping cunt, instantly curling and hitting her gspot.

"fuck I'm going to cum Matty" her back arches impossibly more, almost giving her whiplash.

"cum for me darling' he says, latching onto her clit and sucking harshly as his fingers relentlessly curl into her. Her juices coat his chin as the wave breaks, pleasure coursing through her body until she's spasming, thighs closing round his head. She pushes his face into her cunt, unaware she's doing so but he moans into her, loving how harsh she was being.

"fuck" he moans into her, euphoria clouding all her senses. Her hands are gripping his hair tightly and slowly her grip loosening, on both his hair and her dress. Her thighs open as the fabric falls around his face.

"that was fucking hot' he says as he comes up to meet her lips with his. She tastes herself on his tongue as she sighs, still coming down from her high. She's quick to undo the zip of his shorts, pushing the denim down his legs, taking his boxers with it.

She grabs his hard member, delivering a few strokes, making him moan loudly, lips peeling off hers.

"fuck" he says as he looks down to watch her manicured hands stroke him, thumbing at the tip until his hips are thrusting into her hand.

"off, off off" she says as he other hand pushes against the fabric of his shirt. The man leans back, her hand still clasped around him as he shrugs his shirt off. He comes back to her, forehead resting against hers again as he watched himself disappear into her hand.

"Fucking hell" he says, mind snapping back to when he was a teenager, in a similar position to this, expect it was his own hand wrapped around himself as he thought about her.

"Really need to make love to you now" he says and his eyes find her darkened ones.

"yes please" she says and he smiles down her, groping her chin and thumbing at her lips. Despite his words he doesn't rush his movements, his eyes wander down her body, tugging at the fabric around her waist until her tits are spilling out of it, his mouth immediately wrapping around the peaked bud. She gasps and her hand falters around him, Matty slowly thrusts into her hand, wanting the pleasure but not wanting to spill over the edge.

"Fuck you're so perfect. My beautiful fucking angel" he says as his mouth attacks her nipples. His hand drifts back down to her legs, his fingers teasing her once more.

"Can't believe you went all day without wearing anything under this dress.... Just waiting and ready for me to fuck you yeah?" He asks, dark eyes finding hers.

"Always ready for you" she says, attempting to pull him forwards and into her but the man stops her.

"Please Matty... Please fuck me" she begs and that's enough for him so he slowly threads the head of him into her wet hole, the two of them sighing out in harmony.

"oh god you're so perfect. My perfect fucking girl. So good to me" he spews, forehead falling against hers as he watches her take him, until his pelvis is flush against hers. He grinds against her, holding myself close to her, letting her adjust.

"Move please" she says, and Matty is snapping forwards into her then, his thrusts deep and slow, hips moving attentively.

"Oh god" she moans, back arching off the bed just to be closer to him. His hands clamp around her waist, holding her to him.

"Not god love... Just me" he says, or should I say moans. She laughs but the noise is quickly replaced by a moan when he hits her gspot. He feels the way she flutters around him, clamping around him, nearly milking him for what his worth, causing his hips to stutter momentarily before he's continuing his purposeful movements.

"That the spot love?" He asks and she nods rigorously, pulling yet pushing him all at once.

"Need more love?" He asks, knowing her body like the back of his hand. She nods again, and he grunts as she clenches around him again.

"Flip" he commands, his tone changing slightly. She does as she's told and is quickly resting on her stomach. Matty grabs a pillow and places it under her hips before he's pulling her backside up by her hips.

A scream tares through her as he thrusts back into her. The angle forces him to hit her gspot with every thrust, the woman beneath him moaning into the pillow.

"Don't hold back on my account love" he says, his hands gripping her hips harshly now, the sting against her skin blissful. There's a cockiness to his words but she truly doesn't care, she's grown to love him when he's like this, and she knows one way which will have him losing his mind: by stroking that ego of his.

"Matty" she moans, although it's muffled against the pillow.

"Let me hear you love. let everyone know who's fucking you" he says, hips moving fast and hard into her, his skin slapping against hers. Her head tilts backwards and he sees tears of pleasure coating her cheeks.

"You're made for me Matty" she says. He watches as the words tumble from her mouth, her glazed eyes daring to flutter close but they stay open, trained on him. Her words have his movements faltering for a split second before he's relentlessly pushing and pulling from her.

"fuck.. you're beautiful. So fucking perfect - fuckkkk" he says, grunting as she begins pushing back into him, the push and pull of their movements intensifying their pleasure. She gasps out in pleasure, fluttering around him, eyes snapping shut as her back arches, clear signs that she was close.

"Come here, need you close" he admits, tugging her upwards until her back is flush with his chest.

"So perfect" he says, smearing his lips against her back.

"Fuck you're so good Matty" she says, feeling his cock twitch inside her, his ego clearly enjoying the compliment.

"Yeah? Tell me how good" he says and she goes to speak but he pulls out, easily maneuvering her body until she's on her back again, he thrusts back in before she even has time to miss him.

"No one fucks me like you Matty" she admits, "I'm going to cum, you're going to make me cum" she says, grasping his face in her hands, lips smearing against his. You're going to make me cum, those wo words almost kill him, but he couldn't think of a better way to go, buried in the girl he loves, the one girl he's always loved, the love of his life.

"Come with me Matty" she says, voice airy and ethereal.

"Oh fuck" he says, his body giving in at her words, hips stuttering forward as he cums inside her, her core squeezing around him as she cums too.

"I fucking love you" he says, laughing as he fills inside her, so content and happy with her.

"I love you Matty. So much" she says.

Note: I know it's long sorry.... Hope you enjoy though. Love you - Lou 🫶🏽

[allylikethecat]

Matty/George and no. 36 🥰

on anon so there's no pressure if you don't feel like it!

Oh my gosh this is so exciting no one has ever actually sent me a request for one of those prompts I reblog before. Thank you so much!! I hope this is what you're looking for? It's probably not since it's not what I intended to write but alas it is what has happened and I hope you like it! Please let me know!

❤️Ally

Kiss ... to give up control 

Matty was drunk. The world was moving around him in slow motion, like a montage in a movie, panning across the party, highlighting the short skirts and high heels of glistening bodies, drinks spilling on the floor as people moved to the beat. Matty could feel the hyper pop bass in his chest, deep and pulsing as George worked the crowd. This wasn’t his scene anymore, he didn’t know if it ever truly had been, or if he had just wanted it to be. He was too old to be here, bringing up the median age ten years with his presence alone. The gray in his hair was au naturale instead of a stylized fashion statement. He didn’t wear glitter anymore. He wondered if he should. 

There was a new drink in his hand, he wasn’t sure what number it was, some kind of toxic, neon concoction sure to leave him bent over the toilet later from the sugar alone, to say nothing of the paint stripping alcohol content. He hardly drank liquor anymore, and he was paying for it with the way the colors blurred before his eyes, like a watercolor painting. 

It’s what he wanted though. He wanted to stop thinking, his head had been too loud lately. His thoughts a flashing neon sign, buzzing in an off rhythm reminding him that he was a bad person, the grave he dug himself becoming deeper and deeper each time he tried to course correct. At the rate he was going the cadaver dogs wouldn’t even be able to find his body, buried abandoned under the forest floor of his own creation. His doctors wanted to adjust his meds. He wanted to bring himself to take them in the first place, the pill bottles collecting dust in his bathroom, the seals unbroken. 

He wanted to step outside of his body, he wanted to see the world from the outside, he wanted to see if there was a way to salvage the situation, if there was a way to salvage the sad life and times of Matthew Timothy Healy or if he was destined to be a footnote in music history, consumed by a persona of his own creation. He didn’t know where he started and his character ended. He didn’t know if he wanted to. He wasn’t sure he was going to like what he found. He took a sip of his drink. It burned all the way down. He wanted to give up control for a little while. He didn’t want to think, he didn’t want to be, he just wanted to exist.

Matty stumbled forward, spilling his drink, the bright liquid splashing against the cuff of his button down, causing the fabric to stick to his wrist uncomfortably as someone pressed themselves against his back, grinding their hips against his ass. He turned, eyes flashing with liquid confidence, ready to tell them to fuck off, the words “respect for your elders” curled against the tip of his tongue when he looked up, making eye contact with George. His set must be over, Matty thought dimly as George spun him around the rest of the way and tugged him close, slotting their bodies together front to front, his fingers digging into the new meat of Matty’s hips possessively. 

Matty dropped his drink, the heavy cocktail glass shattering as it hit the ground, sending the thick razor shards in all directions, crunching under Matty’s boots as they swayed. His hands groping at Geroge’s shoulders as he pressed closer, as if he tried hard enough he could crawl into George’s skin and they could become one. He buried his face into the divot between George’s pecs, his own patterned buttoned down nearly open to the navel, the valley of which was at perfect eye level as he breathed in the sweaty musk that was so purely George. George’s hands snaked under the gauzy fabric of his shirt, untucking it from his slacks as his blunt nails scraped against the delicate skin of his flank causing him to shiver.

“What did you think?” George asked, his voice hot against Matty’s ear, the timber of his voice vibrating through his chest, straight to Matty’s lips. Matty whined in response, his head felt heavy from both the alcohol in his veins and the haze of being so completely enveloped, so completely consumed by George.

“That good?” George asked, with a chuckle, that went straight to Matty’s dick. Distantly, he was impressed it still worked with how much he had to drink. George knew that Matty hated the synthetic hyper pop beats, knew that he hated the clubs George played under a false name, knew that he would be there anyway, drinking uncomfortably on the fringes of the crowd supporting him full heartedly. 

George tilted Matty’s head back, bringing their lips together, licking at Matty’s teeth, at the sickly sweet cocktails he had been drinking, probing for the ever present tang of tobacco even though it had been over an hour since his last cigarette. Matty moaned against George’s mouth, a soft low pitch sound as his eyes rolled back and his head lulled, loose and entirely at George’s mercy. George pulled back, breathing heavily, knowing that Matty was slipping away, knowing they were standing in a crowded room, knowing he needed to take Matty home. A string of saliva connecting them before Matty’s tongue darted out, hot and slick, stained purple from the cocktails to lick as his lower lip, as if searching for the remnants of George left on his skin.  

“We’re leaving.” George said and Matty nodded sluggishly, the lights were on but no one was home as he slipped further into the haze.

George knew that sometimes Matty needed to get out of his own head. He knew that sometimes he needed to stop thinking, and that sometimes he needed someone else to be in control.

[maylorscardigan2]

I was the person who just sent Deuxmoi the clarifying ask.

You can go see that they just answered it. I asked if they had new information and that’s why they changed their mind.

All the did was point me to the post from last week where someone said Taylor was “totally single” and they said 1975 fans have been saying Matty is acting single again

So… no new information. Deuxmoi didn’t claim to have an insider source or secret information. They pointed to public stuff they shared last week.

They love to lie and stir the pot so I feel like if an insider reached out to them they’d clarify that. But they didn’t. They’re getting this breakup info from fans who know just as much as us (that is to say, nothing) about Matty and Taylor’s personal lives, and an unknown DM who said Taylor was in NYC on Tuesday (with no photo evidence or location) and claimed she’s “totally single”

I’m laughing too hard at this.

Matty. Matthew Timothy Healy is acting like single Matty on stage?

😂😂😂

Okay. I’m good now. Sorry - it’s not your response I’m laughing at it’s theirs. One of the biggest things Matty does when single on stage is kiss fans. He hasn’t done that in four months. He replaced that with moaning ffs. I almost guarantee that if he was single he would be doing it. The whole shift in his stage persona would not be what it is right now. He’s still unhinged at times sure… like today during people… but you’ll find that at all sorts of shows.

If THAT is the “source” they’re using to prove their point then they’re proving how much of a tabloid they actually are.

Acting like single Matty on stage.

😂😂😂

[justanamesstuff]

yes 🥹

Sweeeet, okay...

I believe Matty's screen saver changes A LOT. I can see him taking so many pictures of his babies and being obsessed with them all looking absolutely cute. But sometimes he takes a candid picture of reader, and he's like 😍 she's mine fuckk 🥹...then proceeds to change his screen saver until a cute picture of one of the kids has to be his screen saver.

Reader on the other hand, she's more stable with it lol. Don't ask why but I'm picturing the three kids dressed up, all ready for some dinner/event/party/birthday/idk...sitting on the couch, smiling and being so flipping cute. That's her screen saver until Matty steals her phone and changes to this picture of him:

And maybe Amelia is the first one to see it, she's learning how to read, and she's like "Mom, what 'big dick-'" and she can't finish because reader takes the phone away and shouts "Matthew Timothy Healy"...and he knows he's in trouble 😂

[sodascherrycola]

Instagram Intros (Matty and Caroline's Kids)

Isla Denise Healy (@isla_d_healy)

DOB: November 19th 2008 DOD: December 18th 2025 (17 years old) (Suicide) Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Eye, Izzy S/O: Kyle Nicholson Kids: None Best Friend(s): Elizabeth Macdonald, Michelle Turner, Andrea Maddox, and Mikayla Moore Aesthetic: Growing up Isla was the glue keeping her parents together. If it wasn't for the fact that Isla was there, Matty and Carrie wouldn't have kept in touch. She was very close with her parents especially considering her mum and dad were growing up with her being only nineteen when she was born. Isla struggled with her relationship with her father a lot during her childhood, loving him to death, but hating him because of his addiction and how it affected her mum and younger siblings. When Matty got clean when Margaret and Harrison were born it cut deep for Isla, crying to Carrie asking why he quit for them but not for her. Caroline didn't know what to say to her 10 year old daughter, hating seeing her so upset over this. Isla was too much like her father she found out, looking like her mother, acting like her father. When she got to high school she found herself drinking and staying out late with older boys with her friends. Her parents were extremely worried about her sudden attitude and behaviour. Isla often reached out to her Nana Denise for help, of course Denise helped as much as she could with her granddaughter. Isla eventually ended up locking herself in her room for months on end and became very depressed. Matty had pulled her aside one night to talk to her and ended up sleeping in her bed with her like when she was younger. She comitted suicide the next night.

Charlotte Grace Healy

DOB: May 6th 2015 Age: 10 years old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Charlie, Lottie S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Samuel Daniel Aesthetic: Charlotte Healy has always been a ray of sunshine. She was a very happy child and loved everything and everyone possible. Her Grandpa Tim was her favourite grandparent, and used to always spend time with him whenever she could, he absolutely adored little Lottie. Charlotte would gladly volunteered to sleepover at Grandpas if her parents needed a night off, her and her grandpa would have movie nights and living room concerts all night long, and he of course, gave her many sweets before dinner, something her father would've shook his head at. She was also very close with her older sister, Isla. When Isla passed away, her family was in complete disarray, and it hurt her so bad. She ended up being very quiet afterwards and surprise would have it, the only person who get through to her during those last couple months, was Tim.

Margaret Louise Healy

DOB: April 19th 2018 Age: 7 years old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Maggie, Mags, Marnie S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Eloise Daniel Aesthetic: Maggie is the trendiest out of all the Healy children. She was the biggest fashionista as a child, and was obsessed with clothes and shopping and makeup, very girly. She had Matty wrapped around her finger from the day she was born, he would do anything for his children, but little Maggie just knew how to charm him. She did ballet since she was two years old and wants to be a prima ballerina when shes older, already focused on that career at only seven years old. The whole family makes a show to come to every recital and competition she partakes in. Margaret has quite the attitude on her and is very sassy, knows what a good comeback is for sure. She's a bit of a smart mouth, and her mother has to remind her to use her manners once and a while, but Matt thinks its hilarious.

Harrison Timothy Healy

DOB: April 19th 2018 Age: 7 years old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Harry, Haz, Hazza S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Joseph Marks Aesthetic: Harry is the most polite, kindest little boy ever to exist. When he was born, he was the easiest baby Matt and Carrie had ever had, never cried, never woke up in the middle of the night. His parents never had to worry about Harry running off like his twin sister, and they never got a call home from school for bad behaviour. In fact, all of his teachers adored him, he was very bright for a seven year old and extremely sweet to his classmates and any other staff members. He was friends with everyone, though Joey Marks was his "bestest" friend in the whole world, never like to exclude anyone. He and Margaret got along quite well, though Maggie was a bit more eccentric than he was, she would fight anyone who dare say a thing about her brother. Nothing made Caroline happier than seeing her twins be so close together.

Arthur Flynn Healy

DOB: February 15th 2023 Age: 2 years old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Arch, Archie S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Sylvie Daniel and June Daniel Aesthetic: No one has bigger beef with Matthew Healy than his son himself. Arthur is the biggest mummy's boy you'll ever meet, and he has no shame in showing it. Him and Matty often fight for Caroline's attention and she most always has to break up her time for the two boys. It's especially hard for Archie when his father's been on tour and he's gotten mummy to himself for a whole year and now here comes daddy to take her away from him. If Matty ever tries to put him to sleep or feed him at all, he will cry and whine till Matt can't take it anymore and he'll just give him to Caroline like Arthur wanted in the first place. Nothing has changed even after Rosie was born.

Rosalie Anne Healy

DOB: June 30th 2024 Age: 1 year old Hometown: London, England Nicknames: Rose, Rosie, Annie S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): None Aesthetic: The cutest, happiest baby on the planet. Annie was definitely a surprise baby, born only 16 months after Arthur. Loved nonetheless by her parents and siblings. She is always giggling at something, her daddy's funny face usually, or the family's pet dogs. She was named after her father's Nana, and she never really gets called Rosalie unless she's being reprimanded. Her and Archie has always gotten along, being so close in ages, though he gets a little too aggressive with her, not understanding that he can't play with her just yet.

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my ideal matty era is skirt matty, I ask God every day why I wasn't a fan at that time - god hates me, that's why (maybe it's the whole being gay thing, idk)

Matthew Timothy Healy, if you are reading this: BRING THE SKIRTS BACK. WITH THE SLUT HOOP. AND STUBBLE.

i loved the skirts... yes he should bring them back <3

[niksixx]

Some of y’all may be wondering if I am religious.

Yes, yes I am.

And THIS is my god.

[allamericansbitch]

Matthew anon here // Yes, I refuse to call him Matty or whatever he wants to call himself. Matthew Timothy Healy, fuck you

HIS MIDDLE NAME IS TIMOTHY?? 💀💀