sleeping in your bed

Sunday morning // Spencer Reid

kinda this is my way to say ‘thank you’, hope you’ll enjoy this :)


The sun rays peeked through your window, making you crinkle your nose and trying to move to another spot in your bed so you could get more sleep, but by that time it was already too late. You woke up and it took you a few seconds before you realized you boyfriend Spencer was not there.


You opened your eyes and hissed at the sun rays. This was supposed to be a lazy Sunday, not a wake-up-early-because-of-some-sun-rays Sunday. You were in that state when you could basically sleep for three days straight, yet your eyes won’t close and your inner self screamed at you that it was a happy day and you have to get up and have energy, which is exactly what you hadn’t.


Eventually, you sat up and, after going to the bathroom, you went in the kitchen. Spencer was himself a ray of sunshine, preparing the coffee while singing and dancing. You went to the table and sat on the stool, watching him. He greeted you with a kiss on your forehead, but then you hissed at him as well and he just stood there in front of you, surprised.


“Did you just hiss at me?” he asked.


“Umh..” you growled. “Don’t. Just give me that coffee. I’d kill for it… like, literally.”


He handed your Spongebob coffee cup and started laughing. You looked at him and wondered how on Earth could he be like this at nine o’clock in the morning on a fucking Sunday.


You drank your coffee while making small talk. Spencer was rambling about morning people vs. night owls, which is exactly what you needed right now..


“You know, in an experiment, the researchers studied two populations, a group of 435 adults ages 17 to 38, and a group of 297 older adults, ages 59 to 79. Both groups filled out questionnaires about their emotional state, how healthy they feel and their preferred “time of day.” Turns out that, by age 60, most people are morning types and only about 7 percent of young adults are morning larks, but as the population ages, this switches and in the older years only about 7 percent of the population are still night owls.”


You sat up and grabbed the cups in order to put them in the dishwasher. Spencer sat up as well, followed you and surrounded you with his arms. As you were a little bit more cheery, you turned around and kissed him.


Seconds after, the kiss transformed into a make-out session and so you threw your hands in his hair while he grabbed you by your waist to bring you closer to him. He went a little bit down so he could bite your neck and leave you wet spots.


“I have an idea to wake you up.” he grinned.

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Sleep is the biggest tease.

First you go through the tiring action known as living for over 12 hours, and then you prep yourself for sleep.

But then you get in bed and your mind is racing, keeping your stupid ass up.

Thinking about things you thought you were over with making you doubt yourself until you finally fall asleep.

But that isn’t the worst part, the worst part is that no matter how much you sleep, you feel groggy ass sh*t. You just want to sleep.

Sleep is suppose to make you less tired not more tired.

I just don’t get it, It just feels like a lie

You lay in your bed, unable to sleep. You turn to Dennis, he’s laying next to you. “I can’t sleep, babe.” You say.

“Do you want me to smother you?” Dennis grumbles, half asleep.

You giggle a bit. “No, silly. Can you sing me a lullaby?” You ask.

Dennis grimaces and cracks his eyes open. “Why the fuck would I do that?” He asks.

You punch his pale chest. “Do it for the reader assfuck.” You hiss.

He rolls his eyes. “Ooh we’re half way there…. Ooh oh living on a prayer.” He sings. “There can I go back to sleep?” He asks.

You are already asleep. Dennis grabs the pillow that he was going to sleep on. He held it over your face. He inhaled deeply and firmly held it on your face, keeping you from breathing. You wake up and struggle for air. You try to scream but you can’t breathe. You grab his hand, trying to pull it off the pillow. He just pushers harder on it. You kick, hoping it helps. It doesn’t. You die. Dennis Reynolds smothered you to death.

Dennis wakes up, drenched in sweat. He sits up, breathing heavily. Mac grabs his shoulder. “Go to sleep.” Mac grumbles tiredly. Dennis lays back down and does as told.

jeylovestoblog  asked:

Ah I love Australia, even tho I've never been there but I wish i could go there one day. Do you like living there? :) (here we go again with the great question - but i'm honestly interested haha) Yes and its not that bad, but it is still not your bed, so you never really sleep as good as you would at home. Also the kids can be annoying shits and keep you awake the whole night :DD haha

Lmao I think kids secretly want to piss people who are older than them and they know they’re being annoying lol (but I love lil kids omg, they’re adorable). I’ve lived in Australia pretty much my entire life so I’m kinda destined to like it? I think so anyway haha, it’s pretty cool. Ah, it’d be really cool if you came here though! If you do decide coming one day, do yourself a favour and come during winter lmfao. Summer will burn you into a puddle honestly.

rogue-healer  asked:

Go the fuck to bed, Rook :P

@rogue-healer

Rukahr + Kasarr (his father) + adult bedtiming


Kasarr growled as he rolled out of bed, petting Anyeni’s hip to make sure his wife was still comfortably asleep. The source of the noise that woke him up was his son, Rukahr. Of course. The old Cathar rubbed one black-furred hand over his one-eyed face, scratching his beard and wincing at the sound of some damn tool doing…something. He had no idea.

He gave a low growl, folding his arms and focusing his golden eye on his child. “Go. The Kriff. To Bed. Rook.”

His son, less than half his size and slender to the point of delicate, turned to glare back him. “I need to finish this.”

The old Bounty Hunter groaned and pointed toward Rukahr’s room. “Bed. Now. Your mother’s sleeping. I’m sleeping. Whatever the kriff…that is..it can wait until morning.”

Rook stood and for a moment he looked horribly stubborn. Kasarr braced himself and flattened his ears, ready for a clash of wills. Of all his children, Rukahr was the one most like him and the one most likely to fight him. He gave a grunt of relief when the mention of Anyeni made his son hesitate.

“…Sorry,” Rook said a little reluctantly, but his shoulders relax.

When he went to walk past, Kasarr caught his slim shoulder. “Thank you, kii,” he said, voice gently.

Rook blinked and leaned against his father for a moment. “Good night, Ba’e.” After a second, he hugged Kasarr’s arm before disappearing into his room.

With wide yawn, Kasarr gave a smile and went back to bed to cuddle with the still sleeping Anyeni.

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You wake up outside of your house. Confused, you walk inside and into your room. In your bed, you see yourself sleeping peacefully. You reach out to touch the sleeping you. A hand grasps your shoulder, making you jump. Turning around, it’s another you. You look at yourself and say, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Imagine this:

every single character in your room. All of them. Every single one you have ever read about, watched, imagined, created. All of them putting you to sleep. All of them surrounding your bed and protecting you from all harm with whatever kind of weapon or defense technique they have. They are all there for you. You are safe. And I think that is very very comforting to think about.

Tip if you live with room mates or parents:

Make your bedroom your SANCTUARY. Make a place you want to go to at the end of the day to relax, having a dirty room is so stressful. And I get it, you sit there and stare at it, but don’t tackle the clutter because it’s overwhelming. My advice, just start somewhere. Even if it takes you a few days. GET RID OF STUFF YOU DON’T NEED. Minimize your belongings. (Read DO LESS by Rachel Jonat. It has seriously changed my view on organization and clutter and has opened my habits and my mind to minimalism) I donate all of my unused but salvageable goods to thrift stores, because keeping them around to try and sell them can cause you to continue to be overwhelmed.
Then, once you’re room is cleaned, let your bed be your bed. It’s for sleeping and lounging only. Try to get a good desk for homework and study.
Then for decorations
GET COZY SHEETS, CANDLES, FAIRY LIGHTS, drape tulle or tapestries along your walls or ceilings with push pins or command hooks. (Small Holes in walls are easy to fix by yourself btw, just do a quick google search.)
Get a cozy comforter and comfy pillows. If you have an uncomfortable mattress, get a comfy foam mattress topper (@ target for $12) to help. Keep a little tray that you can lay your night time goodies on. Mine has a lavender pillow spray, a wide tooth comb, water bottle, Vaseline (I put it on my lips, lashes and brows before bed), and my notebook in case I have any wild ideas I want to jot down during the night.
Keep a catch all try by your door. Lay your keys, sunglasses, watch, etc. there, so you know where they are when you’re rushing out the door. Also, have a place to put your purse. If you can’t put a hook on the wall to hang it up, get an over the door hook hanger from Walmart. (I love this thing because I keep my purse, school bag, fave Nike hat and umbrella there, and I always know where I put them.
Use things like white boards, calendars, and pin boards to keep yourself organized, and design yourself a motivational vision board.
ORGANIZE YOUR DRESSER. Keep socks, undies, bras, tights in the top drawer, then shirts, then pants. But if you can, hang up tips that you know will get wrinkles easy.
Put a cozy rug in your room to keep your feet warm, but don’t forget to clean it, because if you have pets it will start to stink.
Keep clutter off your bed and DIRTY CLOTHES IN THE HAMPER. I don’t care if you need 3 hampers, idc if you need 3 hampers for dirty clothes and 2 for clean clothes, just KEEP THEM OFF THE FLOOR.
Play some chill music while you just hanging out. Light your candles, sit back, and enjoy your beautiful chill room.

oc questions: sleep edition

1) how does your oc get ready for bed?

2) does your oc prefer a warm or cool bed?

3) how many pillows does your oc need/use?

4) which oc sleeps with stuffed animals?

5) which oc prefers to share a bed with someone else?

6) which oc would be an absolute nightmare to sleep with (stealing blankets, cold feet, etc)?

7) which oc snores?

8) in what position does your oc sleep in?

9) describe your oc’s sleepwear.

10) how long does it take for your oc to fall asleep?

11) does your oc remember their dreams?

12) which oc experiences sleep paralysis?

13) is your oc more likely to have a good dream or a nightmare?

14) does your oc require certain conditions in order to fall asleep?

15) is your oc a restless sleeper?

16) which oc sleep talks?

17) which oc sleeps the most?

18) which oc can naturally run on less than 5 hours of sleep a night?

19) which oc is an insomniac?

20) a fire alarm goes off in the middle of the night while your ocs are asleep. how do they react?

21) what odd locations have your oc been found sleeping in?

22) which oc could probably sleep through the apocalypse?

23) where is your oc’s typical napping spot?

24) what is your oc like immediately after waking up?