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Description of Part 1: Matty Healy x Reader (Female) | You and your best friend Amelia came up with a very simple idea of taking celebrities on awkward chicken shop dates, and somehow, it’s managed to become both of your jobs. In the past, you’ve found sitting across from some of the biggest stars on the planet and eating chicken nuggets easy. But then Amelia manages to score you a date with the man who you’ve been obsessed with since you were nineteen; Matty Healy.
Word Count: 13.4k
A/N: We’ve been so excited about this fic and the endless possibilities for it after seeing how tour has been going so it was to be expected that @imagine-that-100 and I would go completely off the rails and write way more than we expected to begin with lol. That being said, we have planned up to 4 parts and we assure you, you’ll wanna keep an eye out for what’s coming next. For now, we hope you enjoy Part 2 just as much as we did writing it. I’ll leave you all to it now - enjoy! x
Part 1
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~*~*~*~ 13th October ~*~*~*~
You’ve definitely had pre-gig nerves before now. At a The 1975 show especially. But they’ve never been quite this bad.
It could be a mixture of quite a few things. One, because Being Funny In A Foreign Language is a matter of hours away and you’re so excited for new content. Two, because you’ll probably be hearing something new live.
And three, the biggest factor for your nerves will probably be that you’ve never been to a show where you’ve kissed the lead singer before. Twice.
But here you are, being shown into the guest entrance as you’d managed to swindle your way onto the guestlist - hopefully unbeknownst to the band themselves - for their first show at Pryzm tonight. It’s the night they are doing their two Banquet Records shows and despite the nerves, you are really fucking excited.
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Description: Matty Healy x Reader (Female) | You and your best friend Amelia came up with a very simple idea of taking celebrities on awkward chicken shop dates, and somehow, it’s managed to become both of your jobs. In the past, you’ve found sitting across from some of the biggest stars on the planet and eating chicken nuggets easy. But then Amelia manages to score you a date with the man who you’ve been obsessed with since you were nineteen; Matty Healy.
Word Count: 18.3k
A/N: Okay so, Matty’s chicken shop date really had me and @alovesreading spiralling so we decided to make an even better version of the date. This will more than likely be 2 parts and the second part will be posted on A’s account so make sure you’re all following. We wrote this in like 53 hours and we’re super proud of it. We hope you enjoy it as much as we do, and we can’t wait to see what you think. Enjoy and thanks for reading x
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Going on chicken shop dates with your favourite celebrities at one point in your life seemed like something entirely plucked from yours and your best friend’s imaginations. You guess that is all it was at one point, but you never for a second imagined it would become your job.
It’s a stupid, fun idea that you and your best friend Amelia ran with and now you’ve gone on ‘dates’ with some of the biggest stars on the planet. It was beyond your wildest dreams and it’s opened up so many opportunities for the both of you that somehow, you’re now both invited to big events that these stars also attend.
You and Amelia were both at the NME awards earlier this year, surrounded by musical legends that the both of you knew you needed to try and ask on your ‘dates’. The amount of award shows the both of you were asked to host their red-carpet shows were also insane to the both of you.
The imposter syndrome really kicks in for the both of you when you’re at these events but you both remind yourselves to use your fake confidence that you use on your ‘dates’ and it somehow gets you through. But you wouldn’t ever take for granted the opportunities the both of you were getting now.
Just Harry drink alone in Hogsmeade and then Stranger!Male Reader join him, he ask for permission and Harry let him to. They just talked mostly random things and then Harry getting so drunk so reader accompany him home. They chat a little inside Harry place, and it becomes a little hot, so Harry make the first move and kiss reader. They kind of doing it with Harry being bottom. Then in the morning Harry find no one beside him
a/n: i think from the way you’ve described this you want it in harry’s pov so that’s what i’ve done!! hope you enjoy it :) i’m imagining harry aged up as he’s seen in a young doctors notebook!
title song: robbers - the 1975
first person harry pov
lowercase intended
not proofread
cw: talk of death, drinking, being drunk, harry is more drunk that y/n but no SA or non con stuff happens, everyone is completely consensual
pretty kind of dirty face
i’d been at the three broomsticks for a while now, alone, as usual. after the war where we defeated voldemort, my life had become extremely lonely, harry and hermione had died, and everyone else close to me was either dead, or somewhere along the lines we just fell apart, i would probably blame it on them if the conversation was bought up, but realistically, it was probably me. It had taken a toll on me, the whole war, i felt like everyone was changed because of me, and it weighed down on my shoulders, pressing them down twenty four seven.
i sighed before going up to the bar to order another butterbeer, i’d lost count of how many i’d had by now, as many as took to numb the pain.
As i was walking back over to my table for one, i saw a man walk in, he was someone i’d never seen before, he seemed my sort of age yet i didn’t remember him from hogwarts, or seeing him during the war. He caught my eye and smiled, as he walked up to the bar i stopped paying attention to him, but my mind still lingered on what he looked like, he was attractive, very attractive, someone i would probably go for, before the war, before my sex life had shrivelled up like a prune.
i sighed into my butter beer before i heard the noise of a chair being pulled from opposite me, i looked up and saw the man staring at me with a smirk on his face i looked at him confused, who would want to sit with the boy who fell to pieces? “i’m y/n is it alright if i sit here?” he arched an eyebrow in my direction he was hovering his pint over the table, waiting for permission to sit down. “i’m harry, the seats all yours” he smiled and sat down before the bartender brought over two shots of firewhisky “i was hoping you’d say yes” he took one of the shot glasses before pushing the second one towards me, i had already reached my limit on how many butter beers i could handle, but one shot of firewhisky couldn’t hurt, could it?
turns out it couldn’t hurt, but it could get me completely wasted. but so was y/n i was having a great time with him, he was the best company i’d had in years, maybe even in forever, it seemed like i’d known him for years, but i hadn’t i’d only met him today. i had started slurring my words. y/n had noticed and wrapped an arm around my waist before leading me out of the pub and towards an unfamiliar area, which i was presuming was where his flat was located. somehow in my drunk brain, i thought that meant he wanted to be with me.
so i inevitably made the first move, he placed his hand on the small of my back as he guided me into the entrance way of his flat. i took this as my moment, i staggered round and pressed my lips to his, he seemed to get the idea as he pressed his back before taking my hand and dragging me into his bedroom.
He softly pushed me onto the bed, before climbing over the top of me, he slowly started to unbutton my shirt before unbuttoning his own, he then took all of our other clothes off.
He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed some lube and a condom, he placed the condom on the other pillow before opening the lube and squirting some onto his fingers, he rubbed them together to warm it up slightly, before spreading my legs.
He gripped my cock in his hand before slowly stroking it to relax me slightly, before he started pressing his finger inside me, i arched my back and moaned at the feeling inside my stomach, he found my prostate quickly and started stroking it and i started shaking and moaning, i could feel myself on the edge but i couldn’t speak and then before long i could feel my penis erupting and going all over his hand that hadn’t stopped stroking me.
somehow in all of that pleasure he was able to fit in two more fingers, and then swiftly took them out before opening a condom and lubing up his cock.
i closed my eyes, preparing for the burning that i was going to feel, and i felt the head of his cock slowly pressing in, he was being gentle, which was nice considering i hadn’t been with anyone in a while, it felt like he knew, or maybe he was just considerate.
he has bottomed out and slowly started thrusting, before i tried to move forward and backwards in time with him to try and get some more pressure and speed, he realised and held my hips down onto the bed, but started thrusting faster, one of his hands basically covered my entire stomach, so he used his other hand to start stroking my cock again.
This was so much stimulation, i couldn’t take it anymore and came with a scream, he felt my walls clenching round him and came with a groan into the condom before pulling out taking it off throwing it into the bin and rolling over onto the other side of the bed it was like clockwork, maybe he’d done this before.
but i couldn’t think about it too much, i felt my eyes slowly close and let myself drift off.
when i opened my eyes again, the curtains were open and there was no one next to me, i looked to my left and there was a note.
let yourself out
- y/n
i felt my heart drop, really that was it? but i guess it wasn’t meant to be.
Can i request college boy charlie x male reader? where he got into wrong crowd and he doesn't realise it. Invited to a party, tricked on getting too drunk, but stranger!reader who saw it take him to one of the empty room, getting him away from the crowd. Charlie who was stressed from college hit on reader, reader warn him that he won't take any responsibility from this and Charlie doesn't care anymore.
is this about, charlie from harry potter, charlie from perks or a completely different charlie? haha
ive become really burnt out the last few months and for the last few days i’ve had the flu so i’ll probably get more into writing, but i think i’m gonna start w a clean slate and delete all current requests (sorry!!) and reopen them, but with more of a specific way to ask for things to make it slightly easier for me!
hahah sorry i’ve been MIA for agessss, but i’m going to start working on something new soon!! i’m glad you liked it! i was so worried about posting it haha
a/n: IM FINALLY BACK! i’m so sorry it’s taken me so long, im writing something for myself to try and get out of my writing slump lols, lowercase intended.
cw: explicit drug use, drug dealing, smoking
you’d been mattys dealer for a few years now, and every time you saw his number flash up on your screen, you knew you’d be in for an eventful night. It always started like a late night booty call “u up? xx” which you always found funny considering you were a plug, you were basically nocturnal at this point, but as matty being matty, had to act like he cared, you knew he didn’t care, but the facade was always nice.
You’d then get texted a random address, usually some club in london, and a vague description of where matty was, and then you’d grab your bag and you’d leave, you weren’t sure if you’d ever do this for another client, most of them always had a scheduled time and place, but never matty, he was always different.
you’d just stepped foot into the club and was looking around for the curly headed man you were acquainted with, but first, you needed to get a drink. if you were going to spend any amount of time with this man, you needed at least a drink.
you went up to the bar getting a double vodka and lemonade, you were starting slow, because if you knew matty, which unfortunately you did, it was going to be a long night, you felt a presence over your shoulder, and a ring clad hand grabbing your drink, you looked up at matty who winked at you with a stupid smirk spread across his face as he grabbed your hand and dragged you over to a large group of people.
“everyone!” people immediately looked over at him, it was fascinating how he could easily command a room, everyone’s eyes were on him in seconds he held the power, and you could see the way his eyes lit up like the power was gasoline igniting the fire in his eyes. “this is y/n, y/n this is all my friends.” you found it amusing that every time you saw matty he felt the need to introduce you to everyone, even though by now you pretty much knew everyone in his circle of friends.
matty was your friend but dear god did you want him to hurry up and get the deal over with, then you could let loose and not just be his dealer but someone who he was partying with, which was a lot more fun when the business was over.
after probably about 10 minutes, matty leaned over to you and whispered in your ear to go out to the balcony, this was what you’d been waiting for, you grabbed your bag, and walked outside, matty following behind you. Once you’d made it outside you leant against the railing and mattys arm brushed against your back as he stood next to you.
“so, what is it you need this time?” “you” you sighed “apart from your stupid sexual innuendos” matty laughed “a little bit of everything if you’ve got it babe” he was always one for nicknames.
out of your bag you pulled out a mixture of things, some weed, some pills, and a lot of coke, you knew it was mattys favourite. “That’ll be £350” you never told him you have him mates rates, well at this point it wasn’t mates rates, it was just mattys rates, as he got more of a discount than anyone else, not that he knew about that.
he gave you the money and you gave him the bags, he tucked most of them into his jacket pocket, apart from the cocaine. he looked at you, his eyes glistening in the moonlight, as he raised his eyebrow at you, as if asking a question, you smirked at him and he grabbed your hand once again, this time leading you to a bathroom. once you were both inside he locked the door before tipping some of the coke onto the counter, and then rummaging through his pockets before turning to you, “do you have a card?” you sighed before pulling out your purse and giving him a card from in there, he split it into two lines before you took two notes from your purse and gave one to him, you both rolled them up before looking at each other, with a nod of mattys head you both leaned down and snorted the lines, before tilting your heads back and sighing in content.
you knew it would take a while before it would kick in, so you exited the toilet and went to the bar and got a round of shots for everyone before going back over to matty and the group. 10 minutes later and you were both buzzing, you’d taken some pills as well, to elongate your high, which was probably a bad idea, but in that moment it felt right.
you and matty had started opposite ends of the sofa, but as the night went on, and you both got progressively more high you inches closer and closer, until somehow you were both tangled up in each other laughing about how the ceiling is wavy.
you’d always found matty attractive, you’d be stupid to say you didn’t, but tonight, maybe it was the mixture of drugs in your system or the way his hand was going higher and higher up your thigh, your thoughts shifted. he was staring into your eyes, like they held the key to the world, sometimes you thought matty was the world, everyone loved him, he was perfect. but that had to be the drugs talking. right?
matty tapped your thigh before removing his hand, and grabbing a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. you don’t know what inclined yourself to follow him, but you did.
you walked outside, the cold air hitting your skin, but the alcohol creating a warm coat like effect over you. you walked over to matty and plucked the cigarette out of his hand, his head whipped towards you, before a soft smile spread across his face. “hi angel” you felt your cheeks heat up, as a blush settled over your cheeks. “hey babe” you didn’t say anything else, you didn’t feel like you needed to, you both stepped closer to each other, his breath fanning over your face, you looked into his eyes, and leaned it. it felt like a movie scene, it was all so cliche, but it was all so right.
