#Ross Macdonald
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//Happy 10 years to the 'robbers' mv 🩷🤍//
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BEHOLD!!!
a three year old
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HELLO
#THE HAIR#HE HAS HAIR#ong hes tiny can you shut up#i literally just wanna hug him#the haaaiiiirrrrrrrrr im so jealous of people with curls like actually fuck you#i love him though stop it#blah blah!#george daniel#the 1975#dlid#drive like i do#george daniel i will never forgive you for killing that hair like hello its genuinely beautiful#like its LUSCIOUS. the hair of a greek god im so serious#adam hann#ross macdonald#matty healy
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category is: my type of men
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summary: you are watching a movie with Ross and he’s the sweetest
a blurb
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Your girls talked you into watching 'me before you‘, and now you’re on the couch, snuggled up on Ross‘ chest, watching the most cruelest scene. It was a serene moment, with the only sounds being the gentle hum of the movie and the occasional sniffle from you.
Ross is engrossed in the film, doesn’t immediately notice your tears. But as your sniffles turn into quiet sobs, he turns his attention to you, a teasing grin playing on his lips, while his arm wraps around your shoulder.
“You alright there love?” He asks, a teasing grin on his face. You wipe way a tear and sniffle, giving him a playful glare.
“It’s a sad movie, okay?” Ross chuckles softly, reaching over to gently wipe away a stray tear from your cheek.
“Sure,” he still has a shit-eating grin on his face, you playfully swat his arm away from you.
“It is!” you try to convince him, “she just died and they loved each other so much.” You frown, crossing your arms in front of your chest, waiting for him to break.
"Alright, alright. Come here,” He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you protectively as you lean into his embrace. You rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
“Still can’t handle romantic movies, I see,” he teases. At the beginning of your relationship you forced him to watch romantic movies. Really sad ones. You should be getting used to the same endings but you’re not.
"Oh, please. Like you're any better. I've seen you tear up over a sad commercial." Ross feigns offense, clutching his heart dramatically.
"Oi, that was one time, and it was a particularly moving advert about... I don't even remember what it was about, but it was moving, alright?" You laugh, leaning into his embrace, feeling comforted by his warmth.
"Sure, Ross. Whatever you say.” Ross presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice softening.
“Wanna keep watching?” He asks and you nod because one, you can’t start movies and then not end it, second, you know you’ll fall asleep in the next 15 minutes.
It’s late. Almost 1 am, but you love to spend couch time with Ross. You nudge him to lay across the couch, so you can completely lay on top of him.
You drape the blanket over the both of you, and snuggle close, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you.
“Shouldn’t we head to bed?” You mumble something incoherent (‘I’m comfy here'), not quite ready to leave the warmth of his arms.
Ross chuckles softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "I can see that. But the couch isn't the most comfortable place to sleep, you know."
You let out a soft sigh, nuzzling closer to him. You tell him you don’t want to move, and tell him only a few more minutes. Ross smiles down at you, his eyes filled with affection.
"Alright, fair enough. But if you wake up with a sore neck tomorrow, don't say I didn't warn you." You playfully swat at his chest, a smile tugging at your lips.
“Stop worrying, I’ll be fine.” Ross wraps his arms around you tighter, pulling you into a gentle embrace. He lifts your head then, by grabbing your chin, to give you the sweetest kiss.
“But if you change your mind, I'll be more than happy to carry you to bed." You smile and kiss his chest as a small ‘thank you’ gesture.
You remain in the same embrace, the movie fading out into the background as you focus more on Ross’ heartbeat.
Time passes and you stay like this until the credits of the movie roll. Ross takes the remote and switches the TV off, only street lights illuminating the living room.
“Darling, you awake?” You blink groggily, the haze of sleep clouding your thoughts as you turn to look up at him.
“Barely I see,” he chuckles, “c’mon love, our bed is so much comfier.”
“You win, carry me though?” You let out a tired laugh, knowing he was right but still reluctant to leave your current spot of coziness.
Ross grins, his arms already shifting beneath you as he prepares to lift you from the couch.
“As you wish my dear,” With a gentle heave, Ross effortlessly lifts you into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he carries you towards the bedroom. You nestle against him, feeling safe and secure in his embrace as he teases and teases you along the way.
“See, wasn’t so bad, was it?” Ross preps a row of kisses to your head, his heart swelling with love for you. He tucks you under the blanket and then wrapping you up in his arms.
“Thank you Ross,” you mumble, “I love you.” He kisses your neck in return, mumbling a quiet “I love you” back.
In this position you drift off to sleep.
#the 1975#ross macdonald#matty healy#george daniel#adam hann#ross macdonald fluff#the 1975 fic#ross macdonald imagine#ross macdonald x reader#ross macdonald x you#ross macdonald blurb
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Terlingua Girl - Pt.1
Matty Healy x Cowgirl!OC
A/N: she’s here!! It’s mostly preamble so things make sense in the future but nonetheless she is HEREEEEEE! Enjoy hotties.
Word Count: 1378
Warnings: none.
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For the first time in a long time, Matty Healy is completely silent. Sitting in the last row of the large black SUV, looking wistfully out the window sits an utterly quiet Matty. Dark curls tousled, eye bags prominent, it's almost unsettling to the rest of the boys on the “detox” that his headphones haven't left his ears since the plane ride here.
He’s in his head, swirling thoughts of past conversations, paths he’d wished he’d taken, Matty is starting to spiral. He can’t get out of his head.
That's why they are on the trip in the first place. No phones, no social media, no civilized society, nothing but making a record on some Texas compound in the middle of the state. He knows it's for his own good, leaving everything behind for a while. Savoring the final moments of his phone he types his passcode in with his thumb almost secretively, almost like he’s ashamed to care that the message sits there at all. He checks his messages one last time, maybe it's changed, and maybe he’ll have to courage to open it.
1 Unopened Message Look Matty I love you it’s just…
He sighs and clicks the power button, taking out his wired headphones to join the lively conversation taking place in the row in front of him.
“-Nah mate im telling you it'll be good, you lot are too accustomed to the city,” says Arthur driving the car, one elbow casually resting on the center console.
He's a producer friend of Jamie’s and has some connection to some property in the country that's “so fucking cool it's mental mate”. He works well with George and after a particularly harrowing cancellation, a weekend plan turned into a summer-long break from the public eye.
“Oh look who decided to join them convo, you done being dramatic?” George smirks turning at the shuffling of Matty putting his headphones in his too-full backpack.
“Fuck off,” Matty mutters not even caring to look up at the blonde.
“It's jokes mate, but god knows you use your mindset for this album well chart!” Ross laughs shifting to face Matty as well.
Giggles are let out amongst the grown men in the car. Matty is not amused in the slightest, a scowl finds its way upon his face. Matty looks up at the men and opens his mouth to rattle off some witty dig when Arthur interrupts.
“Everyone hold on this is where things get a little bumpy” He sharply turns onto a dirt road, and everyone is too busy holding on for their life to continue their tiff.
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They pull up to the compound at dusk after excessively long on the nauseating dirt road. Matty wasn't quite sure what he was expecting, maybe a horror movie house, full of spiders and creaking floorboards but what he was met with was far nicer than anticipated.
The spacious ranch house is surrounded by fields, with a little creek rolling through the property cutting it in half length-wise.
A sprawling deck extends from the back of the house, full of outdoor furniture with a barbeque and a fireplace. Adorning the deck are delicate string lights, their glow illuminating the space warm and inviting, especially as the pink skies fade into pale powdery purples. If he hadn't given up his phone to Arthur a few minutes prior he’d have taken a picture to send to his mom.
It's as he’s surveying the property when he sees it, a small house just on the other side of the creek. He swears he can see a silhouette in the window, lights softly glowing through thin curtains when a hand lands on his back startling him from his discovery.
“Let's go in yeah?” Says Adam with a soft smile. He leads Matty inside one hand on the strap of his own backpack, the other still on Matty's back. Matty shrugs it off and walks beside him in silence breaking apart to claim his room for the future months.
After he gets slightly unpacked and changes out of his travel clothes, the group congregates in the living room to set up where they’ll be physically making the record.
“There’s honestly plenty to do just help yourselves to the land and the house whatever sparks your creative juices you know?” Arthur starts unpacking production equipment, making a makeshift studio while giving his spiel.
“Just don't fuck with the livestock Lou gets all pissy when you fuck with the livestock and I do not want to be yelled at because someone wanted to pet a fucking cow and spooked the whole herd again,” Arthur says sternly, eyes wide.
“Who the fuck is Lou?” Says George, visibly confused.
“Livestock attendant, the compound is technically a vacation house for some rick fucks so they needed somebody to watch the land and keep up the animals,” Arthur explains continuing his grappling with the tapestry. Ross reaches up to help him, pinning it in place immediately. “Thanks, mate.. well that person is Lou”
Matty has no interest in another guy joining their circle, another guy to mess up their dynamic, another guy to mistake as a friend. Adam senses his uncomfortable energy and shoots Ross a look, the bearded man shoots him one back, shrugging.
Matty ignores the worried stares and unspoken comforts and walks to his room without so much as a peep, feet padding along the cold concrete floors.
“We’re worried about him yeah?” says Adam still looking at where Matty stood only seconds ago, as if he left a dark cloud in his path.
“Yeah” Sighs George.
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Matty shoots up, sweaty, rigid, and breathless. His legs stick to the white sheets of the bed, crisp cotton turned damp and constricting. The sun is barely peeking over the horizon but the heat of the day has already started. The thick air is filling his lungs, Matty needs a smoke.
Not bothering to change out of the plaid pajama pants and lack of a shirt, he rifles through his backpack pockets searching for his cigarettes. After finding his saving grace in the deepest pocket, he rushes down the long halfway to the back porch frantically lighting his cigarette when he sees her.
She sits on an old wooden fence, all pouty lips, tangled hair, and long legs knocking around in an old pair of cowboy boots. She’s facing the other way toward the pasture, head turned over her shoulder to get a look at the shirtless stranger who looks far too out of place.
Matty rakes through her appearance, light wash cutoffs, and a white tank top you can see through if you squint. She's a gangly little thing really, with freckles upon her cheeks and brown hair bleached a dirty blonde from the sun. She seems unruly, with bruises on her legs, and hands dirtied from caring for the creatures, but she seems…free.
“I take it you’re my new summer neighbor” she breaks the silence, revealing a slight southern drawl, spinning around on the fence to face the man who more so resembles a flustered teenager in the current predicament.
“I’m Lou” she continues cocking her head to the side flicking her eyes to his tattoo-filled abdomen. A slight smirk playing on her pink lips.
It hits Matty that this is the Lou he was worried about. Lou is not a man, she's instead quite possibly the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Matty feels the need to puff out his chest suddenly self-conscious of the vulnerability, and the shy nature he doesn't typically carry.
“Oh- uh- yeah I guess I am” he manages to choke out.
She grins. There’s a sparkle in her eye, a glint of curiosity. He's something shiny, something new, something to discover.
“Well alright stranger, If you go put on some real clothes I'll show you something cool, yeah?” She states as if he would immediately obey. Matty Healy is no “simp” he doesn't do whatever a chick wants him to do. He is a cold player who calls his own shots. But the way he treks back to his room to throw on a pair of jeans and an old band tee makes him seem quite the opposite.
#matty healy#the 1975#george daniel#ross macdonald#adam hann#satvb#the 1975 tour#matty healy fanfiction#matty healy fluff#matty healy fic#matty healy au#matty healy fanfic#matty healy smut#cowboy matty#matty healy x oc
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❝do you wanna dance?
do you wanna dance
in the bar at the back of the hall?❞
#daily1975lyrics#the 1975#matty healy#george daniel#ross macdonald#adam hann#lyric posting#lyrics#self titled#you
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#not mine#soft grunge#soft grunge aesthetic#pale aesthetic#grunge and pale#the 1975#matty healy#ross macdonald#adam hann#george daniel#2014 grunge#grunge#2014#aesthetic#2014 tumblr
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matty and his blue nike hoodie 💙🤍
#matty healy#matt healy#ross macdonald#adam hann#george daniel#the 1975#satvb#still at their very best#at their very best#a brief inquiry into online relationships#i like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it#notes on a conditional form#being funny in a foreign language
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studio pics have a special place in my heart 🫶
#they are not real I love them so much#the picture with the infamous adidas pants 🫣#matty healy#the 1975#iliwys#noacf#abiior#george daniel#adam hann#ross macdonald
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Matty & Ross July 21st 2023
#I had to do it#this makes me so fuckin proud to be a fan#I love them more than I can even describe#the 1975#ross macdonald#matty healy#gif set#icbmil*#adam hann#george daniel#GV Fest#video#thank you to miss Lila on YT#always providing hd footage#this now has a permanent spot in my mind#also the way he called him over#fucking had me swooning
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© Victoria Canal
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matty out here on random lil side quests, ross out here being producer of the year, george most supportive fiancé in the world, adam fully off the grid hopefully having a blast with his family oh how i love this for them 🥹🤍
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the 1975 for the DIY magazine
#the 1975#matty healy#adam hann#george daniel#ross macdonald#a brief inquiry into online relationships#abiior#notes on a conditional form#noacf
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happy 8th anniversary to the pretentious twink album of the decade!!!!!!! 💗💗💗
#the 1975#matty healy#ross macdonald#george daniel#adam hann#katie collins#i like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it
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six favourite Matty w cigarette photos:
inspo: @beachesgetpeaches
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