#sleeping reader

[huariqueje]

Daydreaming 3 - Jess Allen, 2026.

British , b. 1966 -

Oil on linen. , 54 3/8 x 72 in. (framed). 138 x 183 cm (framed)

[fanfic-idjit]

Sweet Dreams

Summary: Sam's subconscious really loves you

Pairing: Sam Winchester x sleeping reader

Contains: fluff, Sam can't sleep, you are comfy, it's just a cute little drabble

wc: 444

His mind is awake. The covers are too hot. He is too hot. Why aren’t there any windows in the bucker? Sam pushes the covers off himself.

Now he is cold.

Grabs his blacket again.

He turns around his pillow to sleep on the cold side, but there is a lump there that pokes into his neck. So he turns it again.

His fingers comb through his hair, and he lets out a deep sigh.

The room is dark as he stares at the ceiling. His left foot is quietly aching from the hunt they finished just eight hours ago. Sam turns to look at his alarm clock. Five hours ago. How could he have been sleeping for just two hours?

His mind travels to the hunt. He should tell you to be more careful next time. Do not go sprinting into abandoned buildings just because you want to help someone. It is good that you want to help. But it doesn’t really help Sam. He has a heart attack every time you throw yourself into the first sign of danger. On the other hand, the focused kind of look you get in your eyes makes his heart race. He shakes his head.

Maybe he should just get out of bed. Find another case. He is to awake now anyway. Sleep is out of the question.

That's when a small sound gets his attention. You are quietly murmuring in your sleep. He can’t see your face. Your back is turned to him. 

He reaches towards you. His long fingers gliding across the skin of your shoulder. His fingers trail from your shoulder towards your waist. Where he slips his hand underneath the fabric of the t-shirt you are wearing. It is an old Stanford shirt you found in Sam's closet. He thinks it looks better on you anyway. He always gets tingles in his stomach whenever you wear some of his clothes. 

Sam scoots over.

He combs away your hair and nuzzles himself against your body. You are warm, and you smell like vanilla and coconut. You smell warm, cozy, and safe. You smell like you. 

Sam closes his eyes, his mind quieting down. Filled with thoughts about you. About how he loves you, and he is glad he met you. About how he feels like the luckiest man alive that you chose him. About how he would like to fall asleep next to you for the rest of his life. For however long that may be.

And fall asleep he did.

In the span of five minutes, the nagging in Sam’s mind had disappeared, and he fell asleep holding his girl.

This piece was based on a true story. Because I couldn't sleep. So I went to cuddle with my boyfriend, but the moment I removed my arm because my brow was itchy, he turned away...

Anyway, let me know If you would like more of this!

[snow-flake-writes]

Moondrop x Night Guard! Reader. Y/N is just trying to not fall asleep but fails and he finds them asleep on the floor of the daycare (or anywhere you'd like). And I mean FACE DOWN on the floor asleep. And when I say asleep I mean Dead Asleep.

I love this. This made me laugh just thinking about it.

Many days and nights of no sleep. First, it was the babysitting job for taking care of a baby while the parents were on vacation. It might've been bad luck, but that baby cried all day and all night.

And now, it's a Night Guard job at the Pizzaplex. This isn't the first time I've worked at the Pizzaplex and adored the animatronics. They were very entertaining, to say the least. Either way, I loved how friendly they were and very easy to talk to.

But this night was not the night. My legs were tired from walking around the giant building, so I sat on the ground.

That was a bad idea.

The cold ground became warm, making me slide all the way to my back. My eyelids were becoming heavy, and a big yawn escapes my lips. Before I knew it, darkness takes over.

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Moondrop was on his normal patrol through the night, turning lights off on the way since that's the only way he could be out and about. In the darkness, he could see a dark figure on the floor as he was walking by.

When he got loser, he recognized the familiar face. That face was none other than (Y/N). And she was face down on the floor, drooling from sleeping. He knew her. Always talking with her when she had the night guard job.

Being so bored, he wanted to talk with her. He bends down to nudge her sleeping form. She didn't budge.

He uses both hands to roughly shake her, calling her name. She still didn't budge.

Instead of trying once again, he took out a camera he found in one of the party rooms. A bright flash appears on (Y/N) for only a second, and it was dark again.

Moondrop chuckles at the new picture he got, jumping away through the building.

[thekingoflosthope-blog]

My Lord! I have not seen you grace my screen for a while! I am certainly glad to look upon your eloquent posts once again! I was wondering: Do you have a labyrinth in your palace gardens? I, myself, am quite fond of labyrinths, but have not seen one in your marvellous gardens on the walks I took at your party. If you do have a labyrinth, may I be permitted to see it? If it is a private labyrinth, I will of course not dare to impose on your lordship.

How well-mannered you are, Sleeping Reader! How could I possibly deny my labyrinth so polite a visitor as yourself? And I do, indeed, have one - as any king ought to! Tis most marvelous! It stands at the southernmost stretches of my gardens - I suspect you ventured northward during your evening wanderings!   - beyond the line fountains and the grove of orange trees. It has hedges so high as to obscure noontime sun and corridors so grand and long that the wind sighs deeply whilst passing through them!  It is surely the grandest labyrinth of all - despite what certain, envious princes might say! - bearing no rivals aside from that which grows in The Garden of Eden. If none of my court has spoken of it, it is only because they have happened upon secrets there in its shadows that would sear their mouths were they to confess them. Ah! and it is such a sight in winter! Indeed! it would come as no surprise to me that you would never want to leave! Some that have gone before you have been made such a wish, I shall have you know, and my labyrinth has been all too happy to grant it and keep them!

[huariqueje]

Daydreaming 2 - Jess Allen, 2026.

British , b. 1966 -

Oil on linen. , 135 x 180 cm.

[huariqueje]

Sleeping   -  Jerzy Lubanski

Polish, 1925 - 2005

gouache on paper; 58 x 75 cm;

[elisevaa]

Farah Atassi Sleeping reader, 2024