Welp I'm still here so... that's gotta mean something?
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
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Evening Sam Girls & Boys
Aesthetic: Free Spirit
Forever Sam: @sammyimpala-67 @crashdevlin @savemecastiel @logical-princey @zombiewerewolfqueen @fandom-princess-forevermore @heycasbutt @tumbler-tidbits @dean-winchesters-bacon @idabbleincrazy @fantasy-shadows @mariekoukie6661 @maddiepants @rebelminxy @peridottea91 @mereka18 @deansyahtzee @saltandburn-ilovesamwinchester @onethirstyunicorn @unabashedsoul97 @neveratease @princessmisery666 @invisibledevour @beenlovingromansincedayoneish @arwenadreamer @fullmooner @waywardwilled @waywardbaby @ketchacabra @taylasara @girl-next-door-writes @wendibird @mtngirlforever @focusonspn @kickingitwithkirk @dreamsfrozenincandyland @keymology @daisymoder72 @mymysosa @spnxbsessed @wingledsam @alleiradayne @volleyballer519 @akhuna01 @autumninavonlea @ladycynthia @brinkofinsanity77645 @muggle394 @ballistic-bailey @madebypointlesswerewolves @moondrunklove @ellen-reincarnated1967 @supernaturalgrandma @outcastedangel @hermionejacobs @neii3n @samleerandom @ledzeppelinsbonzo @hella-aj-the-tricksters-son @awesomesusiebstuff
Evening Sam: @supernatural-took-me-over @xxmy-day-dreamxx @team-free-will-you-idjiot
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Just now getting around to reading this and oh my gosh the fluff
Sweet Dreams
Square Filled: Nose Kisses
Characters: Sam x Reader
Summary: The reader slips out of bed and heads for the Dean Cave when she can’t sleep. Sam isn’t far behind.
Word Count: 595
Rating: T
Created for @spnfluffbingo
You’re up again for the third time this week. There is just no way to get comfortable. The doctor has assured you that you aren’t having twins, but the size of your stomach makes that hard for you to believe. You slipped out of bed as quietly as you could. Sam had just gotten back from a hunt, and you didn’t want to wake him.
At times like this, you were most comfortable in the Dean Cave. In addition to the recliners, there was a sofa in there now. That was your idea. You’d wanted a place where you could cuddle with Sam while you were watching movies. Now, that your back hurt and your stomach was round with his baby, it had become the place you went to when you found yourself tossing and turning unable to sleep.
You clicked on the remote looking for a favorite show or movie to lull you to sleep, and put your swollen feet on the cushion next to you. The TV wasn’t cooperating with you tonight. You flipped from cooking show to travel show to sitcom and found nothing to hold your interest.
You were still flipping channels when Sam walked into the room, came up behind you, and put his hands on your shoulders. He started to knead your tired muscles with just the right amount of pressure. You relaxed into his touch.
He whispered to you while he continued the massage. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
You smiled and sunk further into the feel of his fingers on your skin. “I’m not doing anything billions of women haven’t done before.” Then you smiled when you realized you were the first woman doing it with him.
Sam walked around the sofa and sat down on the other end. He placed your feet in his lap and started to rub them. “The little guy giving you a hard time tonight?”
You closed your eyes and rested your head against the cushion. Sam’s hands were so big, but they could be so wonderfully gentle and soothing. His voice was even more so. It almost didn’t matter what he said. He could be talking about cutting the head off a vampire, and it would make you feel better right now. Sam was here with you.
You raised your head from the sofa and extended your hand toward Sam. “Come closer.” He lifted your feet from his lap, placed them on the floor, and slid down the length of the couch. He wrapped you in his arms and started to play with your hair, running his fingers through it.
This man. What was best? His touch? His voice? The way he held you close to him and made you feel so safe and cared for? Right now, it had to be his eyes. They were hazel with a generous amount of green and just a touch of gold. The expression in them was one he had only for you.
Sam touched his nose softly to yours and brushed it lightly back and forth before placing a kiss on your lips. “You’ve changed my life. I don’t get lost in the darkness anymore. Killing monsters isn’t my whole life. I get to come home to this, to you.” Sam secured his arms more snugly around you. You were half on his lap facing him. The tip of his nose made feathery sweeps on yours, and while his daddy silently told you again how much he loves you, little Riley Dean Winchester stopped kicking; and the the three of you fell asleep together.
Forevers: @bitterstar88 @coffee-obsessed-writer @timelordy-fangirl2 @stusbunker @girl-next-door-writes @mariekoukie6661 @sandlee44 @cosicas-cuquis @ohnowin-chester @waywardbaby @akhuna01 @tumbler-tidbits @maddiepants @evansrogerskitten @sorenmarie87 @ladywinchester1967 @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester @sea040561 @atc74 @ladycynthia @brinkofinsanity77645 @defenderrosetyler @emoryhemsworth @outcastedangel @67-chevy-baby @neii3n @dean-winchesters-bacon
Forever Sam: @sammyimpala-67 @crashdevlin @logical-princey @zombiewerewolfqueen @fandom-princess-forevermore @heycasbutt @idabbleincrazy @fantasy-shadows @rebelminxy @peridottea91 @mereka18 @deansyahtzee @saltandburn-ilovesamwinchester @onethirstyunicorn @unabashedsoul97 @neveratease @princessmisery666 @invisibledevour @beenlovingromansincedayoneish @arwenadreamer @fullmooner @waywardwilled
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