Pairing: Sam x Reader Word count: 297 Request: Anonymous. Reader and Sam spend the rest of Christmas (After Dean goes to bed) cuddling in front of the fire while watching the snow fall outside..Super fluffy please? And maybe at the end he asks her to marry him finally? :))
In a rare turn of events, you and the Winchesters were spending Christmas Eve through the day after New Year’s in a cute little cabin up North. It was almost midnight of Christmas Day, and you were up with Sam. You were leaning against him in front of the roaring fire while your eyes watched the snow fall gently outside the window.
Closing your eyes, you leaned your head back against his shoulder, enjoying the peace. His fingertips trailed up and down your arm, relaxing you.
“I have something for you.” He said quietly.
You chuckled and looked up, seeing those beautiful dimples. “You’ve given me enough, babe.” You told him.
He grinned, shaking his head. “Well, this one is extra special.” Sam moved you so that you were facing him. He leaned over to where his coat was and grabbed it, fishing for something in his pocket. Licking his lips, he looked at you, adorably nervous. “Y/F/N Y/L/N, you mean the world to me.” He started. “You put up with both of our issues. You just smile and laugh when Dean reminds you to get pie, you kick ass with the best of them, and you give me a run for my money when it comes to research.” Your heart was pounding in your chest as you could tell where this was going. “Our life wouldn’t be the same without you in it, my life would be empty, and I can’t picture anyone else by my side. Marry me?” He smiled, opening the box, showing off a simple ring with a single diamond.
Grinning with tear filled eyes, you nodded. “Yes!” You choked out, pulling him in for a kiss. After the kiss, he slid the ring on your finger, neither of you losing your smiles.
He’d gotten the last text message from Evan at three that afternoon, right after he had landed in Ontario.
From Evan: I’m here. Safe and sound. I’ll skype when I get to the cabin. Reception is shitty up north. I love you. Wish you were here.
He had told him that it takes about an hour to drive from the airport to the cabin his family owned in northern Ontario, near the mountains. It was a family vacation, one that Evan had bailed on for the past two years because of work. But it was now eleven at night, and Jonathan had yet to hear from him.
He was pacing his bedroom, simultaneously looking from the phone in his hand, to the Skype screen on the desktop in the corner. Eight hours: eight hours without a word from his boyfriend. He didn’t know if he was alive or dead, or merely ignoring him. Jonathan’s mind was jumping to the worst conclusions: dead in a ditch, eaten by bears, killed by a serial killer, figuring out a way to break up with him…
The last thought was the one to make him stop, because of all of them, it seemed the most likely. Sure, they were happy, but their relationship was…complicated. Jonathan was still H2O Delirious, the masked gamer, and Evan was still Vanoss Gaming, one of the most popular and most recognizable Youtuber’s out there. Besides the fact that they lived on complete opposite sides of the country, whenever they were together, they had to be cautious, lest someone out them, or Jonathan. It took a toll on their relationship, and though neither one ever said anything, Jonathan knew it bothered Evan. Evan had invited him to meet his family this weekend, but Jonathan said no, too afraid to admit that he was terrified that their relationship wasn’t going to last through the turbulence: that he didn’t want to fall in love with his family only to let them down when he couldn’t provide what Evan needed. And now, Evan was thousands of miles away, on a vacation that Jonathan chose not to accompany him on, not answering his phone.
My friends and I usually hang out in someone's basement (there's a lot of us so we need big spaces ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) or we like to go for drives together. We also like to go to our friends cabin up north on the weekends, theres a lot of nature-y things to do there and we have a little cabin to ourselves. :-)
Jack starts this Saturday like any other Saturday – early, and with fuzzy bits of his dream still lingering behind his eyes. It’s just past dawn, and his room is washed in a cast of dark blue light that’s almost enough to to draw him back to sleep. The soft whir of the fan is white noise against the muffled snores and chirping birds outside the closed window. It’s still and cozy, and this Saturday is like any other Saturday - but Jack can’t bring himself to get out of bed.
Bitty is a warm bundle plastered to his right, rolled like a burrito in the sheets and snuffling into his shoulder like a sleepy puppy. Eric just flew in from Georgia last night before supper, and it already feels like his apartment is saturated in the patented Bittle sunshine and cinnamon sweetness. The air is nearly sticky with it, and Jack has never felt so lucky.
It’s mid July, and the Zimmermann’s had family plans at a cabin up north for a week starting on July 1st, so Jack wasn’t able to pop down south to visit Eric’s family for their Independence Day festivities this year. He can’t be bothered to feel guilty about it anymore, not when he gets a month alone with the love of his life before camp starts and they go back to FaceTime chats at 1am after a game. He can’t be bothered to feel guilty about a lot of things when Bitty is right there mumbling and squeezing Jack’s arm in his sleep.
It’s a little brighter now, the walls almost glowing as the sun starts to peak over the window sill. He should be getting back from his run by now, stretching in the kitchen while prepping his breakfast smoothie, not sitting in bed and thinking. Thinking is for after breakfast when he’s showering away sweat and idle anxiety. The whole schedule is off, and he can’t help but feel unproductive and antsy, but it’s okay.
There’s a soft twitch at his side, and a quiet “Hmmm” as Eric wakes up. The light is thrown across his face, and his wispy blond lashes have never looked so stark against his eyes. They look like molten amber as they flutter open, and are flecked with gold when he blinks. Jack can’t help but cup Bitty’s face with his hand, and trace his thumb along a freckled cheek. There are more marks than when he saw him last month, and his skin looks darker too.
He looks healthy and radiant - so beautiful. He looks ethereal and god is Jack lucky.
There’s a warm smile tugging softly at his mouth, and Bitty returns it with a soft and silvery, “Good Mornin’, Honey.”
Bitty looks up to kiss him on the tip on his nose and turns over, taking his blanket burrito, as well as Jack’s arm, with him. It’s only natural to follow suit and press against him and to just breathe together.
Jack feels hot all over, like his bed is a hearth, but he doesn’t want to leave the flames.
A couple of my favorite photos from our time at the cabin up north. Unfortunately the weather wasn’t too cooperative until the very last day of our trip, so we spent most of the time inside the cabin playing games and hanging out, but it was nice to be out of our usual space and routine and totally unplugged from the outside world (no television, wifi, screens, etc.). Both Navyy and I noted that it probably would have been more of a vacation for us if we had taken the trip sans kiddos, but it was still good with them, and we’ll probably plan on doing a short something like that once Squishy is a little bigger. Random highlights/lowlights: we had a gas stove (our stove at home is electric) and I made the best breakfast that I’ve made in months, Minky got a leech on him (and freaked out when he realized what it was!), I managed to get a fire started in the rain thanks to birch bark, Navyy got sun and beach (albeit on our last day in Duluth), the kiddos had an awesome drive up, and the scenery was beautiful even if we didn’t get as much time in it as planned.