She doesn't always feed his ego, but when she does it's because she wants something from him. Some intimate times, perhaps. "Always." x.com/beingncrmal/st…

"—𝒱 𝒱ᴀɴᴛᴏᴄʜ—" x.com/bestofmisha/st…

I love you. x.com/beingncrmal/st…

Feigning a hurt look, she places a hand over her chest. “What? A wife can’t just compliment her husband?” x.com/beingncrmal/st…

“Impossible.” x.com/beingncrmal/st…

"Right, —𝒱 𝒱ᴀɴᴛᴏᴄʜ—?" x.com/mishacdaily/st…

She hasn’t had much time to be around - so she’s climbing into her and ── Misha Collins ❁’s bed, wrapping an arm around him.

She’s certainly missed him. She owes him things — she’s sure of it — but she’s just so tired. Turning over to face toward him, attempting to move even closer. x.com/beingncrmal/st…

—𝒱 𝒱ᴀɴᴛᴏᴄʜ x.com/qc/status/1002…

“And you are my home, Misha Collins. I love you.” x.com/beingncrmal/st…

Vomits. You’re such a good person. S u c h a good person.

She’s just going to casually crawl in bed next to ── Misha Collins ❁.

|: swear I’ll get to actual replies at some point soon. I’m so tired.

|: long story. I’m bitter. And I didn’t have anywhere else to post this. 😂 But it’s okay. x.com/beingncrmal/st…

It seems like life is just beating her down- all she would like is some time spent with her husband, yet, All of her time is being eaten up. She snuggles close, sighing quietly. x.com/beingncrmal/st…

|: really, it’s okay! I’m moving on from it, and if I open up that can of worms I’ll get all pissed off once again. I had just seen something that reminded me of it, which made me mad again, which is why I tweeted it. I appreciate it though! x.com/beingncrmal/st…

It seems as though every waking moment is consumed by work or their children - only now, in the respite of the darkness, is the time reserved for one another. She smiles, arm coming to loop around his waist. “Love you.” x.com/beingncrmal/st…

He was h o m e, there was no other way to put it. Warm. Comfortable. Safe. Then her chuckle is echoing his, peering toward him through the darkness - eyes straining to catch his shape. “Sure.” She teases. x.com/beingncrmal/st…

In the dark, she could see him moving forward Unbeknownst to her, for a kiss. Though, she could have assumed. Still, she kisses him warmly, smile still formed on her face. x.com/beingncrmal/st…

“More than proud of everything you do, Mr. Collins.” x.com/beingncrmal/st…