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frailstateofhealy · 2 months

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george daniel smoking appreciation post

#the 1975 #george daniel #ugh whys he so

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abiiors · 4 months

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smiley egg i love him so much 😭😭😭🤍🤍

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#he is so sweetie UGH #the 1975 #adam hann

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frootielooties · 1 year

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don't you mind?

#he was so smiley ugh #i can't #i love him sm #matty healy #the 1975 #gif set

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noweverybodysdead · 4 months

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All On The Board celebrates The 1975 being back at the O2 for four nights with this poem, Londoners can find it at North Greenwich station!

#the 1975 #matty healy #george daniel #adam hann #ross macdonald #2024 #the more i read it the more i love sjdhdjdh #i claim the ‘the me & you song isn’t playing in the car’ line #‘ugh! falling for you #left me facedown in the dirt’ aidbdjdbdjdb

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jake-wheeler · 1 year

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THE 1975 - Lollapalooza Chile 2023

#the 1975 #matty healy #the1975edit #musicedit #*#these look so bad ugh

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64yrsold · 1 year

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sex

“I’m back!” I called, struggling to close the door with my arms full of groceries.

“I’m in here,” he replied weakly, and I dropped the bags to the ground. I skipped over to the living room, where he laid sprawled across the couch. His hand draped over his eyes, but he lifted his head to glimpse at me as I stood beside him.

“What’s happened to you?” I cooed, kneeling beside him.

“I’ve got a massive headache,” he grumbled, rubbing his head tenderly. He peered at me through one squinted eye. “Thanks for going out without me.”

“Oh, my angel,” I pouted, and he chuckled lightly, grimacing. “And you’re just sitting here with all the lights on?”

“Mhm.”

“Should I take care of you, honey?” I smiled, teasing. I pinched at his pale cheek.

“Please.” He kissed at the palm of my hand, groaning.

“Alright, let’s get up, please,” I stood, and he followed, head slumped forward and arm intertwined with mine. He shuffled behind me as we headed up the stairs, mumbling to himself with each step.

“Get into bed,” I told him, and he smirked.

“Don’t like that tone,” he huffed, “Usually you say that… More sexy-like…”

“Take that shirt off,” I beckoned for his t-shirt, and he obliged.

“That too.”

“Sex isn’t going to make your headache go away,” I said, and he frowned, crawling under the covers. I brought the blanket up to his neck, tucking it in around his shoulders.

“We could try,” he licked his bottom lip, “An experiment.”

“I don’t think so,” I laughed. I flicked off the bedside lamp, and fluffed the pillows behind his head.

“It would be scientific.” He managed a weak grin, eyes searching me expectantly.

“How about we try a different science experiment,” I offered, “Where you drink this glass of water, and we’ll see if it makes this headache go away.”

“That’s not nearly as fun as my idea,” His eyes closed tightly, and he sighed. I sat beside him on the bed, his hand reaching out of the blanket to rest on my thigh.

“Did you have any water today?”

“Yeah, loads.”

“Okay, so none,” I nodded, my fingers finding his temples. I rubbed slow circles into his skin, and he seemed to find some comfort in the gesture, his jaw relaxing and eyelids fluttering.

“I know you didn’t drink any water today,” he mumbled, earning a quiet gasp.

“And yet,” I tapped a finger to my forehead, “No headache.” He groaned at the absence of my fingers, his head lulling to the side. “Sorry, baby,” I sighed, returning to massage his head.

“Keep your hands on me,” he uttered, “It’s the only thing that’s eased the pain.”

“That must be mostly placebo,” I smiled, but kept my hands glued to his skin.

“Nothing about you is placebo,” he said, then paused, “Did that make sense?”

“Sort of.”

“Fuck. My head is swimming.” He scratched at the back of his head. I moved my fingers to the inner corners of his eyes, gently pressing the pad of my index to the delicate tissue.

“You ever done this?” I asked, circling my finger gently. He hummed quietly, taking a deep breath.

“That feels weird,” he thought for a moment, “But sort of nice.”

“I always do this when I get a headache. Feels nice.” I murmured, watching him closely. I pulled my hands away, and he pouted.

“You leaving?” He asked quietly.

“Yes, you need to sleep. You’ll feel better if you take a nap.”

“Stay,” he looked at me through his lashes, “I can’t sleep without you.”

I smoothed the blanket covering his chest, my hand rising and falling with his breath. I laid down beside him carefully, pulling him over me so he could rest his head against my chest. My hand lost itself in his hair, kneading at his scalp softly.

“Goodnight, baby,” I whispered.

“Feel better already,” he replied, kissing at my neck, “If you want to experiment.”

#ugh #matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #64matty #matty healy x reader #Spotify

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1975tv · 1 year

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