Rossmacdonald Stories

"I'm still not quite used to these proper radio interviews." He said as he reshuffled the headset over his clean shaven mohawk. "It all... feels so professional." She laughed in response to that, "Well, it's nice to know I'm doing my job right, then!" A sort of different story compared to what I've done in the past. Small snippets in time, across quite a bit of time, focused around radio interviews. Almost all of Matty's interview answers are verbatim transcribed from various interviews, but it's what happens around those answers that's the important stuff.

He didn't know why he spent every night there, or why he left every morning with a little more self hatred burning in his chest, or why his eyes closed contently with each red line on his wrist. All he knew was the wind was blowing too loud for anyone to hear him screaming at the world, and the black depths hiding under the cliff looked so peacefull and calm, endless darkness he could easily get lost in, just like the bottles he's thrown there when he tried to numb his mind, like stars in the night sky that were shining above his head, he wanted to dissapear into nothingness, go to sleep and never wake up, but there was still that part of him that wanted to see the sun rise one more time, that one little part that kept whispering about the dust that stars left after they fell, and he didn't want that. He didnt want to become nothing but a pile of dust, forgotten in the darkness that he was diving into, and that one little thought kept him standing on the edge of the cliff, looking into the sky as it slowly turned red with the sunrise, only to realize he tried twenty seven times already, and never succeeded, and he wanted to throw himself off the cliff just to prove himself that he can, but then he felt a touch on his shoulder and by death he didnt know the body radiating warmth right into his skin might be the only (and maybe the last) thing he needed.

"Now I know where you found it." "I'm not a thief." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sarilynn Jone, the kind of name that's right out of a story book. At least that's what Sarilynn hoped her life would be like when she was younger. Now, Sari just hopes to get close to her childhood ideals. When Sarilynn runs into Matty Healy, she begins to realize how unrealistic she was being before; Matty starts to realize how lost he was. With the two of them trying to help each other regrets and laughter will happen... Will it all be too blissful for Sarilynn? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I DO NOT IN ANY WAY OWN THE 1975 OR THEIR WORK. GIVE THEM CREDIT FOR THE LONG HOURS AND LOVELY LYRICS THEY HAVE CREATED. & some things are not in chronological order to the band's actual history. i do realize this, and apologize if it annoys you, but I believe it makes the storyline better(: &i am american, therefore i do not know some of the english lingo. sorry if my writing sounds stupid

Letras de the 1975

"she's got a boyfriend anyway" // sex, drugs and coming of age **swearing, smut, drugs, mature content** lowercase intended

It's just you and I tonight, why don't you figure my heart out? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Her smile was breathtaking and I can't help but feel like I'm not going to be able to live without it."

Lying on the beach in the hot sun, I see you Shining bright with your gold chain on, drinking with your crew I give you one look and you know that it's on Yes, you do If you have forgotten how to have fun... Well, I'll show you.

In which Magdalena meets a curly haired boy who ends up being the person she trusts most. Highest ranks: #21 in #mattyhealy #75 in #the1975 {Warning: this book contains drugs, alcohol, and smut.} {Started: January 2, 2020 - martyhealu}

Some new ideas!

Matty Healy was a very clever lad from the moment we'd met, and though it was indecipherable to me at the time-as a five year old girl-he would prove to me that he was perfectly capable of tearing my heart into unrecognizable shreds.

Pressure is a story about a boy, Matty who finds out his girlfriend commited suicide. He's heartbroken and starts to get into a deep hole. While being depressed he makes alot of mistakes that shouldn't of happened but...He just misses his girl. But this one night he feels some presence inside his bedroom. She came back. Only not as a human but as a ghost. Is Matty going crazy or is she really there looking over him? And will she accept it when Matty falls inlove with another girl? Find out in Pressure.

"I wouldn't call yourself innocent," Matty whispered, "Not after what just happened upstairs." ~*~*~*~ Coming home from University, for the most part, is boring. But the parties with old friends are far from it. For once you don't hate coming home to an empty house because you get very well reacquainted with an old friend. Matty is down for some fun at parties whether it be in Manchester or in Leeds, but neither of you are after commitment. But that doesn't mean you can't have some fun. ~*~*~*~

Matty wasn't expecting to meet the girl of his dreams that night out. But he did. She may have wanted nothing to do with him, but his natural charm would change that. This fanfic is about Mr. Matty Healy but I take the softer approach to our lovable rockstar. It takes place pre-fame and has a sweet tone to it with lots of twists and turns. I'm kind of making it up as I go. Let me know what you guys think! :)

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟐 "she was angela. sweet, innocent, headband wearing angela."

A The 1975 fanfic. What happens when Anabel becomes roommates with her two best friends? //I honestly suck at writing descriptions, so maybe just read the fanfic and enjoy? Thank you :)

I don't want to fall for her, I can't. (Matty Healy Fanfiction)

Matty met a girl at his front door and started to have romantic fantasies about her. He tries to get her to like him in some way.