#I like it when you sleep

[uns4lted]

i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it.

he watched you sleep, quiet and still as the hours crept by and the world outside softened into shades of blue and gray. the way you lay there, tangled in blankets and half-curled against the pillows, made him feel something deeper than he’d ever say out loud. one arm was stretched out, draped over the edge of the bed, fingertips just barely brushing the floor, like you were reaching for something—even here, even in your sleep.

he knew he should probably turn away, give you space, maybe even go back to sleep himself. but he couldn’t help it, not tonight. tonight, there was something about the way you looked that captivated him, a feeling that ran stronger than he could fully express.

in your sleep, you didn’t know. didn’t know how you made him feel, didn’t know how he’d wait to hear you breathing, steady and soft, like some quiet reassurance. didn’t know how he’d look at you and feel his own heart quiet down, just because you were there, breathing softly in the dark.

he liked it when you were asleep, not because you looked perfect or anything, but because you looked real. like this was a piece of you only he got to see, a piece you wouldn’t even remember sharing. and for some reason, that made him feel closer to you. like he was trusted in a way that maybe you hadn’t said out loud, but he could see in moments like this.

so, he watched. he stayed a little longer, his hand almost reaching out but stopping just short, as if touching would wake you, and he wasn’t ready for that yet. he wasn’t ready to let go of this moment, to let go of the thought that, here and now, you were his. held in a closeness only the two of you could understand.

when his eyes began to feel heavy, he pulled himself back, watching you one last time as if he could carry the sight with him into sleep. as he drifted off, he found himself hoping that when morning came, you’d never know just how much of his heart he’d left in the serenity beside you.

RIN, sae, YOICHI, reo, karasu, kenyu, hiori, kurona, OLIVER, bachira, nagi, chigiri + your favorites!

a/n: immediately wrote this as soon as i got home while listening to ILIWYS.

[manicsexualconflict]

this genre of photo…

[mythologiestofollow]

[bedforddanes75]

hello how have i never seen this before i need to bite him

[howtodraw-petrichor]

9 years of iliwysfyasbysuoi

[god-has-entered-my-body]

"I am forever in alongside the boys in jumpers On bikes from schools and cars With autumn leaves fallen sparse across the mid-afternoon. She blazed about how cultural language is an operating system, A simple interface rendered feeble and listless When tested with a divinity or a true understanding of the human condition I never did understand the duality of art and reality, Living life and treating it as such but with a certain disconnect To touch that cajoles at the artist with comfort and abandon And between the spires and rolling roofs of the white city, That orange, English light cast only one, singular shadow For you are not beside but within me" - Loving Someone, the 1975

[chngeofhrts]

// i l i k e i t w h e n y o u s l e e p

f o r y o u a r e s o b e a u t i f u l y e t

s o u n a w a r e o f i t //

[ro-writesstuff]

patience - college!au matty healy blurb

minors do not interact, all fics are 18+.

a/n: tbh i just finished watching the latest season of the great british bake off and an idea popped into my head.

summary: after practice, all you want is to make dinner then go to sleep; the boy in your kitchen had other plans.

content warning: dancer!au, cursing, matty being sweet

Matty had been wanting to get better at baking.

Admittedly, he had just finished watching the latest season of the Great British Bake Off and figured it couldn't be that difficult, right?

***

After a long and aching practice you just wanted food. You headed to the local convenience store -they were still open?- and grabbed yourself a frozen pizza and snacks and headed back to your communal kitchen.

Looking through the glass, you see some guy muttering to himself and mixing something in a bowl. Rolling your eyes and checking the time -00:36- you figured you’d get cleaned up and hopefully he’d be gone. Dance bag hitting the floor and your roommate still working on homework, you hopped in the shower.

Trying not to think of your imperfections that your teacher pointed out in class, you wrapped a towel around your hair and put on some sweatpants and a hoodie.

Pressing the elevator button to level one, you sigh as the day's stress finally start to leave your body. To be honest, you liked nighttime; away from everyone else and the outside world being still for what seemed like just you.

You opened the common room door with a click, as the stress returned. The boy from before was still there. You flashed a friendly, but short smile which he returned.

Stepping towards the microwave, you see it has a half-torn note with almost illegible handwriting.

Not working.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head so hard it gives you a small headache. Seriously? Meanwhile, the clattering of dishware behind you reminded you that you weren't alone. Your eyes wandered over to the oven that had a pan with some dough on it.

Seeing the annoyance and hint of disappointment in your face, he apologizes.

"Sorry," he said. "I'll be done with it in, like, ten minutes. Swear."

Honestly, Matty had no idea what the hell he was doing. He was following the recipe he found, but had lost himself and half his dough along the way.

Mumbling a response, you plopped on the couch and put on your favorite show in the meantime. The cushions softened under your body as your eyes followed the television show on your phone screen, watching the characters interact across the screen, their voices starting to jumble into unintelligible sound.

***

Matty looked at the time. It was definitely past ten minutes. In fact, it had been about forty-five and you'd fallen asleep within the first five.

In fairness, Matty felt pretty bad. He was determined to make the best batch of cookies of his life after his class, which turned into the early hours of the morning.

As he took out his project out from the oven, he traded it with your frozen food. It was the least he could do after, you know, conquering the whole two countertops for at least three hours. He gently cleaned the area, careful not to wake you up just as the oven beeped.

Guilt spread in his chest as he walked over to you, peacefulness clear on your face. "Hey," he gently pushed on you, "I'm finished with the oven, and I put your food in there, too."

Rubbing your eyes, he took in your gorgeous features, the fluorescent lights flickering above you.

"Oh, uh, thank you," you said. He gave you a look, one you couldn't quite figure, accompanied with a smile.

"Have a good night," he said, gathering his items and heading towards the door.

A bit delirious, you scan the counter -cleaner than you thought it would be- eyes landing on your pizza. Next to it sat two chocolate chip cookies, one burnt to a crisp and one almost underdone. A light chuckle leaves your throat as you grab your things and leave.

[alexisrry]

[abiiors]

fav 75 lyrics (pt. 1???)

putting all the rambling under the cut. i think this is the first time i'm doing something like this but idk it's fun so maybe i'll do it again in the future if i feel like it

also my god it was so fucking difficult to pick just two lyrics from one album which is why maybe i'll more in the future based on when motivation hits <3

[tayfabe75]

i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful - yet so unaware of it i like it when you sleep, for i can go outside alone amongst the due and feel at last and one with you i like it when you sleep, for it is where the worries meet with all desires complex and small that materialise upon your wall. i like it when you sleep, for smoking is great and i do alot more without you awake i like it when you sleep, for the things missed too and to know i'm alive longer than you i like it when you sleep, for the infinite sadness of London and loses and fold out matress i like it when you sleep, for the reasons i can't so i jealously squirm and count moles on your arms i like it when you sleep, forgive me my dear for all the cocaine has imprisoned me here i like it when you sleep, for i'm guilty of work and match of the day and the girls that twerk i like it when you sleep, for my return after weeks is an incomplete feeling when you are not dreaming i like it when you sleep, for during the day your breath lacks character i like it when you sleep, for i swear i'll protect her from the wheedling, redolent, saccharine nectar i like it when you sleep, for there are cracks in my ceiling that i know like the back of my heart - and to learn of your body in half of that manner was something desired from the start i like it when you sleep, forbidden i sit in my chair for a bit i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful - yet so unaware of it

January 6, 2015: Matty shares a typewritten poem "i like it when you sleep". (source 1, 2)

[manicsexualconflict]

you lot did not appreciate her enough

[mythologiestofollow]

The 1975 for Coup de Main magazine, 2016

[bedforddanes75]

im not okay

[oh-bonerline]

if nothing is revealed @ AO3

Another installment in the i like it when you sleep series. In which Matty tells George about him and Ross and also tells Ross about him and George.