𖤝 Dᴏʟʟʏ 𖤝

Gʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ. 𖦏𓆱𖦏

[zhoeypoey]

𝓦𝓔𝓛𝓒𝓞𝓜𝓔 𝓣𝓞 𝓜𝓨 𝓟𝓐𝓖𝓔

Hi so I’m Zhoey, (Zoe), or Dolly.

My preferred pronouns are it’s/it

Uh I mostly reblog stuff and glaze my favorite people on this app.

I really love the walking dead, rdr 1/2, movies, Jake Gyllenhaal, The Boondock saints, Marvel, and heath ledger

Update: I also like the Pitt and animal kingdom 🤗

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There’s that uh yep 👍 I’m cool sometimes and I really love ladybugs

[sp00kiep00kie49]

Shoulder to waist ratio go crazy

[dollivic]

sam and his clingy gf [requested]

The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the low audio of a movie playing on the television one you both had seen a dozen times before, serving more as background noise than actual entertainment.

Sam sat on the center of the couch, leaning back against the cushions. But he wasn’t sitting alone. You were completely curled up in his lap, your head tucked securely into the crook of his neck, with your arms wrapped tightly around his middle.

To anyone else, it might have looked like an awkward or overly attached position, but to you, it was the only place you wanted to be. You had always been naturally affectionate, but around Sam, that trait amplified tenfold. You were unapologetically clingy, constantly seeking out his warmth, his scent, and the steady, grounding presence he always provided.

Sam didn’t mind it in the slightest. In fact, the moment you had climbed onto his lap earlier in the evening, his arms had automatically looped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. One of his large hands rested flat against your back, occasionally tracing slow, soothing circles through the fabric of your shirt, while his other hand gently stroked your hair.

"You comfortable?" Sam murmured, his deep voice vibrating slightly against your chest where you leaned against him.

You gave a small, contented nod, shifting just enough to press your face closer into his shoulder. "Very," you whispered, your voice thick with sleepiness. You tightened your grip around his waist, anchoring yourself to him.

He let out a soft huff of laughter, a warm sound that made you smile against his skin. "Good. Because I don't think I could move even if I wanted to. You're like a human koala."

"I am not," you mumbled playfully, though you didn't make any move to loosen your hold. If anything, you pulled yourself a fraction closer, overlapping your legs with his.

"You absolutely are," Sam countered gently, his fingers gently tangling in the strands of your hair, untangling a small knot with immense patience. "Every time I sit down, you magically appear within five seconds. Not that I'm complaining."

It was true. Whether he was reading a book, working on something, or just relaxing, you always found a way to bridge the distance between you. If you couldn't sit in his lap, you were holding his hand, resting your head on his shoulder, or keeping your ankle hooked over his. But being right here, wrapped up in his arms while resting entirely on his lap, was your absolute favorite. It felt safe, warm, and completely secure.

The movie on the screen shifted to a brighter scene, casting a soft glow across the room. Sam shifted his weight slightly to get more comfortable, ensuring you wouldn't slip. His movements were slow and deliberate, always careful with you.

You let out a soft sigh, completely relaxed under the steady rhythm of his breathing. The sheer comfort of his presence, combined with the gentle, repetitive motion of his hand stroking your back, was rapidly making your eyelids heavy.

"Tired?" he asked softly, noticing the way your breathing had slowed down.

"A little," you admitted, your words slightly slurred as you drifted on the edge of sleep. You forced your eyes open for just a second, looking up at him. From this angle, you could see the soft expression in his eyes, completely devoid of the usual seriousness he carried throughout the day. Here, in the quiet of the evening, he was entirely relaxed.

Sam leaned down, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to the top of your head. "Go to sleep," he murmured against your hair. "I've got you."

Hearing those words, any remaining resistance you had to the fatigue evaporated. You squeezed him one last time, a silent thank you, before letting your muscles go completely slack against him. Your breathing evened out into a deep, peaceful rhythm.

Sam kept his arms securely around you, continuing the slow circles on your back long after you fell asleep, perfectly content to stay exactly where he was for the rest of the night.

a/n: lowkey bad but i needed to get something out🫣

ꕤ — @alasdecas @spaghettiwoes @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @heavenisforharlets @samwspn

[zhoeypoey]

How I feel literally everyday after all the bs I get put through in this god awful world

[cherriesofall]

[cas-of-apollo]

I need someone to write a Mr marathon x reader RIGHT NOWWWWW

Jared was so cute I love him🥹

Like it doesn’t even need to be x soldier boy too. I JUST WANT MR. MARATHON

[saintloverie]

i love angst so much. angst is better than smut. give me more angst. forever miserable

[samwspn]

ꔫ  ࣪ ˖ ♡ ꒰ artist sam winchester ꒱ `Ⳋ

✶ sticks his tongue out a bit while drawing

✶ chews the end of his pencil even though he hates the wood taste and also thinks it's gross but he keeps doing it

✶ doodles on every surface possible (motel notepads, napkins, his own arm - and yours, casts! his own arm cast, anyone's arm cast)

✶ draws you whenever he gets the chance (he draws dean and cas too but you're his favourite subject)

✶ loves buying a bunch of pens and pencils

✶ gifts you doodles or a portrait of you every christmas

✶ draws his psychic visions and other religious symbols like crosses, angels (a way to keep him hopeful)

✶ draws random cute doodles on post it notes and hands them to you as little gifts

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ reblogs appreciated ! (i love psychic nerdy artist sam)

[s0urw00lf]

Could I request a fluff fic of Sam Winchester having a nightmare, reader being there to take care of him? I get such back protective instincts for this boy he’s been through way too much

Bonus points for Dean noticing the interaction. Idk I just like his input on things.

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞

Pairing: Sam Winchester x GN!Reader

Summary: Sammy has a nightmare, you’re there to take care of him. Dean approves.

An: yet another short one 😅 I love writing fics about taking care of Sammy!! It makes me so emotional that he never really got that 😓😓 UGH SOMEONE SEND HIM HERE SO I CAN CARE FOR HIM!!  WC: 576 - Sam Masterlist

It's early in the morning, almost four a.m. and you're still awake sifting through lore. You had sent Sam to bed hours ago with the promise that you would continue where he left off if he promised to get some sleep.

Dean who was on the other bed, of course never needed an invitation to sleep.

You yawn, your body slides deeper into the uncomfortable wooden chair. Out of habit your eyes trail over to Sam, checking for the steady rise and fall of his chest.

You smile adoringly at him, it felt good to see him finally catching up on his sleep, he didn't know that you knew, but he had been avoiding sleep because of his reoccurring nightmares.

You sigh, standing up from the chair, ready to catch some z's yourself, pausing when your gaze lands on Sam again, only this time his eyebrows were knitted, and his breathing elevated.

As you begin to move towards him he jerks up out of his sleep, with a loud gasp. You rushed over to his side, your palms cradling his face "hey, hey Sammy I'm here." You turn his head so his eyes could land on you. His gaze was wild with fear, and his breathing hadn't slowed.

"Baby I'm here, your okay. Your safe." You remind him gently. Sam lets out a harsh breath as his eyes squeeze shut, his hand moves to grab your wrist, turning his head so he could press a kiss to it.

"I got you honey." You pull his body into yours. You could feel his slowing heart beat against your chest. Sam's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you completely flush with him.

"Thank you" he whispers, his head in the nape of your neck. Your hand runs though his soft hair soothingly "don't have to thank me baby"

His head lifts, and your eyes catch his, he's assessing you. "Did I wake you?" He asked, a frown playing on his lips. You shook your head, pressing a kiss to his nose. "No, i was just wrapping up some research" you replied.

He nodded, falling back into you. You knew by now not to ask about his dreams anymore, he'd tell you when he was ready.

"Are you okay" you asked. Sam sighed "I don't know… I just- need you right now"

You have him a quick peck on his lips "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere" you promised. Sam kissed your neck, pulling you overtop of him, using you as his own weighted blanket.

"Can you talk to me?" He asked. So you did, you talked about everything and nothing, not forgetting to fill him in on the stupid little argument you and Dean had when he was out on a run that made him chuckle.

Eventually his eyes closed, breathing evened out and his arms loosened around you. He was out cold, no nightmare in sight.

As you slipped into a slumber of your own, you failed to notice Dean wide awake. He watched it all go down, how you took care of his brother like it was the only thing that mattered.

It filled deans heart to know that his baby brother is in good hands, that even if he were to go, you would be there to pick up the pieces, and make him whole again.

Dean smiled to himself as he turned back over in his bed, letting sleep overtake him once again.

[coquetteangel333]

[taknbythewind]

pope cody rubbing you down with sunscreen, big strong hands running all along your smooth body and groping the flesh greedily as you squirm cuz you just wanna get in the water andy and he’s dragging you back by your wrist when you try to escape—not meanly but definitely manhandling you into place—stay put sweetheart, gotta make sure the sun won’t get ya he’s mumbling and you huff in faux frustration cause as much as you want to dive into the cool water, you love his rough hands gliding along your skin, getting you nice and ready and overpowering you, your sweet and considerate pope

[bbuuunnyyy]

pope tapping his lips whenever he wants a kiss MEOW

this is canon. idc, i make the rules! pope's not huge with words, more talkative some days more than others, and with you he knows he can be himself--giving you gestures, wordlessly grabbing you to hold you close, small acts of love where words aren't needed.

loves to make you your favorite dinner, bringing the plate over to you, setting it down to then tap his lips, causing you to sit up, giving him a quick kiss as a thank you. sitting out by the pool, he turns you to face him, tapping his lips so that you'll lean forward, getting lost in the feeling of the kiss. has you seated on a stool in the garage, watching him work on something for his next job, caging you in between him and the work table, tapping his lips.

one night you have the pie laid out on the dining room table, waiting for the boys to get home when you hear the front door open, heavy steps coming down the hallway. pope and his brothers walk in, job successful, grabbing the plates off the table. pope skims your waist as he walks behind you, moving to sit down, and you walk up, standing between his thighs as you tap your lips. he smirks, leaning in to kiss you--pulling you down onto his lap, tongue tangling with yours.

craig groans from beside you, plate scraping the table as he gets up, taking his dessert elsewhere.. <3

[cupcakebottom101]

Hello Sean

[bandagedthoughtsblog]

[shimmeringterroroblivion]

[bbuuunnyyy]

oooohhh it’s that brat tamer spark in his eyes … !!!

[dearxalia]

hate it.