#all i need to hear

[daily1975lyrics]

❝i get out my records when you go away❞

[robbersinaforeignlanguage]

// 18.02.24 // Manchester N. 2, UK //

[heyidkyay]

Manchester Night two 🩶

[noweverybodysdead]

All I Need To Hear/I Like America & America Likes Me (Real World) —📷Jordan Hughes on ig

[bigsleeps]

— just tell me you love me 'cause that's all that i need to hear

[rossmacdonaldsgf]

based off the song all i need to hear

ross macdonald x female oc

no warnings just pure fluff and ross being a simp.

he mopes when she’s gone, her music ringing out the silent bunk. like a broken record, the song never stops repeating, the track going round and round in circles. he loves his guys and touring, but they’re just not you. around a circular table, he circles his finger round his glass of whisky, probably jack daniels, if he focuses hard enough, he could smell your hair. argan oil, he loved that smell, he could hear your voice, mindlessly chatting about something insincere. he could feel your warm breath, scented with rum and coke trickling down his neck. he sighed, a deep, long, melancholy sound that made him sink further into his seat, the conversation filling the room meanless to him, it meant nothing without his lonely aching arm carelessly thrown over your shoulders, holding you near.

he falls asleep, a nights full rest dependent on your distant voice over the phone ‘i love you’. a nightly ritual, that’s all he needed to hear to gain enough peace to rest his tired eyes. the bed feels cold and lonely without your warmth to fill it, his arms feel empty without anything to wrap around, he settles for clutching his duvet closer to his chest.

the morning sun wakes him, the guys still asleep, he could tell from the peacefulness that overtakes the bus. he takes a seat in the kitchen, his mug that says ‘best grandad ever’ (an inside joke between the two of you) filled with steaming black coffee, if you were there, you would’ve made him a sweet vanilla coffee, but you’re not, so bitter, it is. there’s no food appealing enough to him, not when cooking is laced with memories of dancing around a kitchen with you. the boys wake up one by one, each one saying good morning in their own way, they offer him food, he declines. he doesn’t really feel like talking. he loves them, but all he wants is you.

each show feels more empty without your sparkling presence. he’s pretty sure the crowd can sense his sadness, not that he talks during shows, but he knows they know, he thinks sometimes they know him better than he knows himself. the songs fun feel seems lost without anyone special to perform it too, he doesn’t need the cheers of fangirls longing for him, he just needs you. “falling for you” brings a tear to his eye, he ducks his head down so nobody sees it, it was always your favourite. throughout the shows, he can hear the odd person calling his name, can hear the odd ‘ross, i love you!’. it’s empty words that can usually bring him to crack a smile, makes him know he’s appreciated. but today, it’s meaningless, because it’s just not you.

he’s lost count of the days you haven’t replied or called, it’s sad his moping, he knows your busy. you’re a grown adult with a successful job, but he worries. his notebook is filled with letters and notes, messages and calls he might send with words that would make you smile so wide he would forget the nights he wrote them. but it’s meaningless, he would never send them. so he keeps them in his notebook, only for his eyes. the days blur into eachother, he just wishes for one small reassuring message, even if it’s insincere, a sentence filled with no meaning, he just craves your voice, your attention and love.

he sent you his tour schedule months ago, he’s on the last leg of it now. his nights are fuelled with the comfort that if you wanted to, you’d show. you should know the boys would drop everything in a heartbeat to get you here. he. he, would stop and would fight everything to get you here, back where you belong.

his dreams at night are filled with you, your voice, your eyes, your smile. you hold his hand and the hole in his heart becomes smaller. it’s a saturday night when it happens, his phone buzzes, he picks it up, a small voice speaks and he doesn’t need any explanation to know. ‘i love you.’ he smiles. ‘that’s all that i need to hear.’

[tillthelandslide]

I don't know if anyone else will agree, but when Matty says "George do the high-hats now" it really scratches a part of my brain and it feels really good

[die-skizze]

The 1975’s

being funny in a foreign language

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[romit23]

[daily1975lyrics]

❝'cause it all means nothing, my dear if i can't be holdin' you near❞

[cryley]

[verymetalvery]

[noweverybodysdead]

All I Need To Hear, 2022

[scatterbrainantics]

“I’ve been told so many times before

But hearing it from you means much more

So much more.”

All I Need To Hear, The 1975