black alarm

clingy .

The room is pitch black as your phone alarm blares. Your sleepy body stiffens and you bristle away from the sound, melting further into your boyfriend’s stirring form. He’s cozy around you (his legs tangled in yours, his torso following the curve of your spine), and it makes the action of sitting up that much harder. You shift so your back is resting against the headboard and you rub at your eyes to get them to open.

“S’ too early- stay a little longer,” Shawn slurs as he slings an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

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OKAY I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS REAL QUICK BECAUSE I WAS TROLLING THROUGH THE EPISODES TO MAKE ICONS AND JUST LOOK AT THIS

NOW LOOK A LITTLE CLOSER AT BLAKE. I’LL EVEN ZOOM IT FOR YOU

THIS IS STRAIGHT UP THE MOST UNSAFE WAY TO SHOOT THIS WEAPON

IN FACT EVERY WAY TO SHOOT THIS WEAPON IS UNSAFE

WHAT WERE YOU THINKING BLAKE?????

WHY DOES THE BLADE FOLD DOWN THAT WAY???????????

I NEVER REALIZED THIS BEFORE HOLY SHIT PLEASE DO NOT HURT YOURSELF BLAKE

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NICK (V.0.) When I think of my wife, I always think of her head.
FADE IN:
INT. BEDROOM - SOMETIME We see the back of AMY DUNNE’S HEAD, resting on a pillow.
NICK (V.0.) I picture cracking her lovely skull, unspooling her brain,
Nick runs his fingers into Amy’s hair.
NICK (V.0.) Trying to get answers. He twirls and twirls a lock, a screw tightening.
NICK (V.0.) The primal questions of a marriage: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other?
AMY wakes, turns, gives a look of alarm.
* BLACK SCREEN

INT. BEDROOM -
NIGHT They lie down side by side on the marital bed.
Nick is staring at the back of ~Iny’s head, just as in the opening.
NICK (O.S.) What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? What will we do?
Amy turns, and gives him a haunting SMILE.
* FADE TO BLACK. *

I was itching to draw the Emo Birb when I found this new doodlepost thing tumblr’s doing, so hey, opportunity.
Edit; Dear lord that’s blurry in the mobile tumblr layout. Click fullsize to see how it’s supposed to look, I guess.

Sick Days

Dean x Reader (Imagine)


Imagine being sick and trying to hide it from Dean because he’s known to baby you which you do not like.


        It was early, too early for your liking. Rolling over to look at the numbers on the matte black alarm clock on the dresser, a groan escaped your soar throat as you read the bright red numbers to yourself, “1:25am”. Great. Not even two hour of sleep in the past two days. Stretching your fatigue arms up to the sky, you felt it. That God awful feeling stirring up in your chest. A feeling you knew all too well…you were sick. Well on your merry way to being sick was more like it.

     “Sleep is out of the question,”  you mumbled to yourself while sitting up in your messy bed…maybe you sat up a little too fast because a raging headache began to roar though your head. Reluctantly standing to your feet, you slipped into your favorite fluffy slippers to walk to the kitchen to get coffee. To your surprise, the bunker was unusually quite at this hour. No keyboard being tapped upon in the library. No Cas wandering around making too much noise for anyone’s liking. No…Dean? You rounded the corner of the hall to enter the kitchen where tired candy green eyes met yours.

    “Y/N, what are you doing up?” Dean was casually leaned up against the wall, sipping his freshly brewed coffee.

    “Couldn’t sleep,” you tried your best to ignore the cough rising to your lungs. “guessing you couldn’t either?”.

    He only raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly in agreement as he handed you a cup filled to the rim with pitch black coffee. Once again the feeling of the dreadful cough came filling your lungs. You were hoping he hadn’t noticed you holding your breath to prevent it from coming out of your chapped lips, unfortunately nothing you did got past the eldest Winchester.

    “You okay?” he began to set down his cup when you only nodded in return. Your chest couldn’t contain the air anymore as a deep scratchy cough came up and out. “Not okay,” now he was walking in your direction while his grey robe strings dragged behind him.

    Dammit. You mentally thought. “I’m fine, it’s just a cough,”

   “Just a cough my ass. Put down the coffee, you know what it does to you when you’re sick,” taking the coffee from your hands he traded you for a bottle of Nyquil.

   "I can take care of myself, I don’t want to be nursed like a child,“ you sighed while setting down the medicine and crossing your arms.

   "Good thing I wasn’t asking you if you wanted help princess,” a small smirk appeared on his lips, you tried to hide a smirk of your own starting to show on your face. "Come here,“ Dean motioned for you to allow him to help you and of course you did, no reason to fight him on this, he always won.

   "You know,” you paused while wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up bridal style, “one of these days I’ll actually succeed in getting by on you when I’m sick,” you smirked as he began walking to his room, knowing if he put you in yours that you wouldn’t stay put.

   “You know you like getting babied by me,” he chuckled a little, “no matter how much you act like you hate it. Just admit it Y/N,”

   “Maybe one day Winchester,"  you thought to yourself while laying your  head onto his chest.

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