THE 1975
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The 1975 imagines/oneshots /sketches by Like_A_Boy_Delirious
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These are a bunch of imagines, oneshots and sketches for the1975. Some will be cute and fluffy, some will be smut and others will be angsty. Requests are also open!
The 1975//Smut by Wattoo-94
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Where I write all my dirty thoughts because they're too much for my "innocent" mind to handle.... YEAH RIGHT! Aaahaha. // Requests open - State who with and how ya want it // I'M NOT EVEN SORRY
ashes [m.h.] (Completed) by nya_214
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Drugs were his way of dealing with everything. School was hers. But when they meet will she become his new addiction? Or will they unknowingly tear each other apart? "They burned like a wildfire, consumed in flames. But in the end, they were nothing but ashes."
matty healy imagines by yikesbmth
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imagines about your fav emo noodle boy (ft. the rest of the 1975) [ not all of these are mine ] - imagines are closed !!
She Way Out // M.H. // by Trusamblxck
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I never seen her talk but im telling you // She Way Out // || M.H. ||
Age of Consent {M.H.} by trumanoodle
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Like basically if Matty was in a John Hughes movie. Cliche teenage scenarios and a lot of fun. I promise.
robbers [matty healy] by NarniaSailor
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royals // m.h. [au] by Zianourry
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22 year-old Gwendolyn Lockhart is anything but ordinary. Living in the heart of London, she's almost close to royalty; her family was infamous for being extremely rich, some would say only preceded by the royal family. Living in a posh, upscale apartment with her high-class boyfriend, Samuel Buckingham (no pun intended), life couldn't be better for her, yet, she'd always have this part of her just yearning to be wild, to live on the edge, to lose her virginity and ditch her perfect lifestyle. She lets that part go, for now, and continues with her privileged life -- that is, until a twisted turn of fate leads her to Matthew, or, Matty, as they say. Matty is 25, rugged, and anything but clean-cut. He seems to fall for Gwendolyn the minute he sees her, and vice versa for her. Once she finds him, she's willing to do anything to escape Samuel and her life of fame and riches. She gets the perfect excuse, and leaves, running away with Matty and changing her life in ways unimagined. Will her fate be in her and Matty's favour? Or will the odds be against them, leading Gwendolyn to find out who she really is? For crying out loud, she needs to settle down. She knows she can't be found with him...but she just can't resist.
Addiction/Affliction {M.Healy} by trumanoodle
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WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content. Not recommended for precious little eyes. Please remember to practice safe sex always and don't fall in love with boys like Matty. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My middle finger scrolled through the questions on my laptop, tapping loudly in annoyance. "Do you find yourself interrupted by sexual thoughts or desires as you are completing mundane daily tasks?" I asked him. Matty's index finger was tracing the square of his jaw now, which was atypically speckled with perfectly symmetrical stubble. I noticed every detail about him, the curve of his lips, the slant of his brows, the itty-bitty moles scattered on his face. "Sometimes," he answered. "For example, today, I was thinking about you in the shower, about how nice it'd be to fuck you against the glass door." I grinded my teeth together and clenched my hands tight. "Matty," I said, trying to be as firm as possible. "Those kinds of comments are inappropriate." Especially because I was imagining the same thing this morning, and for him to have been doing the same thing, it floored me. "You said to answer as truthfully and honestly as possible, Jones," he shrugged, toying with his hair. "My turn? Am I frustrating you, darling?"