sam spektor

20 songs that have helped me recently

1. Skinny Love- Bon Iver
2. People Help the People- Birdy
3. From Eden- Hozier
4. King and Lionheart- Of Monsters and Men
5. Hero- Regina Spektor
6. The Only Exception- Paramore
7. Litost- X Ambassadors
8. Pressure- Paramore
9. Use Somebody- Paramore cover
10. Tee Shirt- Birdy
11. Best Shot- Birdy
12. Not About Angels- Birdy
13. The Bakery- Arctic Monkeys
14. The Girl- City and Colour
15. Mess is Mine- Vance Joy
16. Like Real People Do- Hozier
17. Stat With Me- Sam Smith
18. All I Want- Kodaline
19. No One Ever Loved- Lykke Li
20. Ignorance- Paramore

Listen to the Playmoss playlist: South of the Shitshow-A Greg Serrano at Emory Fanmix by poolsidescientist by poolsidescientist
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A fanmix about the ups and downs of Greg’s life at Emory.

Radical Face - Ship In Port
Matt Mays - Take It On Faith
Bastille - Flaws
Sam Roberts - Brother Down
Delta Rae - Morning Comes
Pink Floyd - Money
Janelle Monáe - Tightrope (feat. Big Boi)
Our Lady Peace - In Repair
Regina Spektor - The One Who Stayed and the One Who Left
Kesha - Learn To Let Go (Lyrics /
Arcade Fire - Put Your Money On Me
First Aid Kit - My Silver Lining

For @mierke for the @crazyexfanworkswap (theme: Greg at Emory) and my first ever fanmix.

Samson

Title : Samson

Pairing : Sam X Reader

Word Count : 1,596

Prompt : Song “Samson” by Regina Spektor

Originally posted by bloodiedpalm

“Whoops.”

Whoops?” Sam twisted on the stool that you had set him on in front of the bathroom mirror.

You bit your lip, looking at the lock of hair that fluttered to the tiled floor. Sam’s hand flew back to his hair, feeling the brown locks until his fingers found the extra short strand on the back of his head. He held up the hair with a conceited grin. He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Really?”

You shrugged apologetically, the scissors held lightly in your fingers. “Sorry.”

“Sorry? Y/N, I told you I wanted a trim!” He snarled, trying to conceal the laughter in his voice.

“Chill out, Sam!” You said, feigning dejectedness at his scolding, breaking out into a smile. “I’ve never done this before.”

Sam let out a sigh as you went back to cutting his hair. “Why did I let you do this to me?”

“Because,” you said with a smile as you snipped the soft strands between your thumb and finger. “If I didn’t, Dean was going to do this instead.”

“Oh, right.” Sam said, rolling his eyes. “I have never seen him look so disappointed in my life.”

“Well I couldn’t let that jerk take a razor to your head, he’d leave nothing there.” You said with a laugh.

“You think that is a joke?” Sam tried to turn to face you, his eyes bright. “Once he chased me through the house with the scissors.”

“Always been jealous of your hair, has he?” You asked, finishing off the layer you had been working on, dusting off his soft brown hair with your hand.

“Who hasn’t?”

You gave him a light smack on the head affectionately. “You’re a dork.”

Sam chuckled softly in front of you and you brushed off his shoulders. “Done.”

He raised a hand to feel his hair. “Really? Awesome.” He stood up, pulling off his plaid flannel in front of you and shook it out, trying to clear away the hair by brushing off the shirt.

You bit your lip in a smile as he frowned at his shirt, shaking it out, standing innocently in front of you in a gray tanktop and his jeans, his hair fanning out from his face. You watched the muscles in his back move as he worked and you leaned against the sink. He had never looked better.

“Well,” Sam finally turned to look at you, a dazzling smile on his face as he rolled up his flannel under one muscular arm, “How do I look?”

You took a step toward him. You set down the scissors, pursing your lips perceptively as you reached up and ran your fingers through his hair. Sam’s lips parted as he inhaled softly at your touch. You stepped forward until you were a few inches away from his broad chest, mentally cursing the tank top that separated you from him. As you dug your fingers into his soft hair, he subtly tilted his head into your hand, a contented smile on his lips. The smell of Old Spice was light on the air as you gazed up flirtatiously into Sam’s eyes.

“Sexy.” You purred lightly, biting your lip with a cheeky grin.

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do you ever hear a song, or a few, and you would swear it was about your OTP? Now i’m not talking au’s in particular or it simply just reminding you of your OTP. i mean, those songs that you would actually swear were written specifically for your OTP because they’re just so precise without you having to interpret it a certain way and you kinda just sit there thinking to yourself,

“you are trash, i know you are, i know my kind when i hear it”