sam seed

It’s not watermelon seeds!

Characters/ Pairing: Daddy!Sam x Pregnant!Rader, Ella, Emma, Baby Ava, Uncle Cas and Uncle Dean (mentioned)

Word count: 800ish , (yeah so much for drabble length)

Warnings: Fluff? None

A/N: @novakfandoms said:  Drabble request! :) Daddy!Sam x Pregnant!Reader, they have twin daughters who are confused on how mommy has a baby in her belly. Extra fluff please ^~^ I hope you like this. 

This drabble is based on an actual conversation I had with my 4 year old niece, who’s about to become a big sister. 

Yeah, I suck at tittles, bear with me… Also, some feedback would be awesome!

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Originally posted by lucifersagents

It’s not watermelon seeds!

“Moooove! It’s my turn now!” Emma tries to pull her sister away from you unsuccessfully. “Mommy!!” She stumps her little ballet flat on the floor, crying out for your support.

“You can hear from that side.” Ella keeps Emma far from your body, pushing away her with her butt. You just watch in amusement, unable to interfere, because you know it’s pointless to take a side, soon they both join forces and stick together against anyone who tries to stand in the middle.

“Girls,” Sam calls on them, sternly voice. “Leave mommy alone. She needs to rest, your sister’s been keeping her up all night.” His big frame fills over almost the entire room. You smile up at him and offer your lips to him when he’s bends over to kiss you.

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Overview: The reader and Sam decide to mess with Dean through…easily confused wordplay.

Warnings: a smidgen of language, sexual innuendos, fluff, and fruit being sexy

A/N: I asked Lee to give me a prompt yesterday and this is what transpired from it. I had too much fun writing this @wheresthekillswitch :)

It had started as innocent. All things with Sam seemed to start that way, but all things with Sam also had a bad habit of escalating at a rather…fast pace. I’m not claiming clean hands in this – together, Sam and I had always been evil masterminds. And this time wasn’t any different.

We had just gotten back from a grocery run and everyone was helping put the items away. I was unpacking the bag of fruit when a sharp jab to my ribcage from Sam’s elbow made me glare and roll my eyes at him. He just wiggled his eyebrows at me, unable to keep the excited grin off his face.

“Pull it together,” I mouthed. He quickly cleared his face of any and all emotions.

“So…Dean,” I said calmly, “can you feel my melons?”

His hand froze halfway to the pantry with the box of cereal it was holding. He slowly turned his head, “Um…what?”

“My melons,” I repeated, “I mean, Sam felt them earlier and said they were firm enough but I just wasn’t sure.”

The box of cereal almost slipped out of his hands, but he managed to catch it after a brief spout of fumbling. “Sam did - what are you – I’m sorry, what?”

Dean didn’t have much time to react as I swiftly tossed a cantaloupe in his direction. He caught it and then just stared down at the round fruit in his hands, confusion written all over his face.

“Yeah, my melons,” I said, pulling the second cantaloupe out of the bag, “think they’re firm enough?”

I saw his knuckles whiten a bit as his grip tightened around the fruit. He briskly walked over to the refrigerator, jerked the door open with a little too much force, and then haphazardly tossed the cantaloupe inside, “I’m sure they’re fine.”

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𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝒇𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝒆 𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓷’𝓽 𝓫𝒆𝒆𝓷 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝒆𝓷 𝔂𝒆𝓽. 𝓝𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝒆’𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓼. 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝒇𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝒆 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝒆 𝓲𝓽…

As long as your work remains unwritten in your head, it has no effect on anyone. Except you. And not in a good way. Once you let your idea out of the hermetically sealed vault of your brain and out into the fresh air, it will immediately start to evolve. The minute you get it down on a piece of paper, it will change.
And once you let it out of the house — once someone else gets to experience it — everything is changed.
You are changed. The project is changed. The audience is changed.
That’s the alchemy of art.
—  Sam Bennett

Wedding Party

Before entering the ballroom, the wedding party, which included Maks’ brother Val, posed for group photos. “Everyone’s toasts were very emotional,” Murgatroyd said of the speeches during the reception. “All were very sentimental things that people had to say. I cried with everybody’s speeches.” [x]