your love above all elses

The fact of the matter is that sometimes staying closeted for your own safety isn’t just about fear of physical violence. Sometimes it’s because you don’t think that you could handle the rejection, judgement, and/or emotional abuse that could come with coming out. Sometimes it’s because you don’t know what coming out would entail and you’re scared to find out. Staying closeted (with everyone or with some people) is your choice. Put your wellbeing above all else. I love you, stay safe.

how to write a fat character

by: your local fat writer 

media seems to do such a terrible job at representing people like me and same goes for many fic writers who try to base their characters on these characters shown in media. Here are some basic do’s and and don’t’s to writing fat characters! 


  • make your character in love with food- they’re allowed to eat like everyone else, but not every real fat person has an obsession over food. The rule can get iffy if your fat character is a cook.*
  • make your character the center of jokes- everyone has something “funny” about them, but don’t make your fat character constantly make jokes about their own weight. Fat people get enough bullshit from skinny people about their weight already. 
  • make your character incredibly unfit- there are real fat people who are incredibly athletic! their weight may be from genetics or from proper muscle building (not the muscle building we’re groomed to think is right in society). The choices your character makes is what affects their athleticism, not their weight 
  • make your character the Depressed One- yes, fat people do get upset over their body. Many go through horrible diets to try and get slim. It takes years for real fat people to get over it and realize their body is horrible gross. Their weight can simply be because of genetics, not because of how much they eat. 
  • make your character’s arc about things involving their weight- unless your fat character ABSOLUTELY needs to involve food, don’t make this their entire character arc. There are so many cooler things you can do with your character; sexuality, friends/family, simplifying the heroes journey, etc. make your character exciting! make them relatable! 
  • make your character the token fat character- the real world has many types of people, the fantasy world should not be too different from this fact. Your characters should always show diversity, and sometimes repetition is good when its the right character type. 

*making your fat character a chef can be a risky move. think about why your fat character is a chef. was it because they’re the fat character? or is there something that influenced them to become a chef? choose your answer carefully


  • make your character’s interests diverse- I like food! but i also like many other things! video games, bike riding, painting, singing, give your character varying interests! maybe your character has that one thing they love above all else. the game Fire Emblem: Awakening has always been my go-to favorite thing, what’s your character’s?
  • make your character an individual- develop their personality! how would your character react to seeing the ASPCA commercials? What’s their reaction when a family member dies? When their favorite artist is performing in town? Are there songs that make them emotional? What do they do to de-stress? Do they stim? There’s PLENTY you can say about your character that isn’t just “I love food.”
  • make your character as realistic as possible- just as skinny people are diverse, so are fat people. When you’re describing a fat character, don’t default to “pear shaped.” there are proportionate and disproportionate fat people. maybe they have fatter thighs than they do calves, their stomach pops out but they don’t have “bingo wings,” maybe their chin does that weird thing or maybe it doesn’t (this happens to skinny people, too!). and don’t forget stretch marks. they are real and they are not “taboo.”
  • write your character as if they’re like any other- it all boils down to one thing: the similarities and differences. I’m an XL and my friend is an XS, we both enjoy oversized hoodies! She would wear hoodies in the summer but I would rather walk around shirtless (if society didn’t tell us boobs are bad.) I would never wear short shorts when exercising because they ride up my thighs. Your fat character can act just the same as your skinny one(s).
Thin Walls (Jaehyun x Reader)

Hey! Long time no see! It’s been a minute since I last posted something or filled a request, and the guilt of not doing so was slowly eating away at me lol I managed to throw this one together after forever and it took so long because I was struggling hard core on the actual smut. It’s just so difficult trying not to repeat a scene I’ve done previously in the exact same way, etc. But finals are coming up, and I’ll be trying my darndest to chip away at these requests as best as I can! Hope you all enjoy this one!!!

P.S. I miss his curly permed hair, it brought me so much joy :’) He just looks so soft and cuddly, bless his soul I love him so so much !!

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Moving to one of the biggest cities, you had your hopes high, but not too high. You knew it wasn’t a perfect place, with perfect people who had perfect lives and perfect apartments. There were the dumpster divers, the druggies in the alleyways, and the snobs that flaunted their glittery 24 caret plumage on their wrists and necks, suffocating themselves with mink coats and expensive cigarettes. But you were determined to ignore all of it, the people who mattered were like you; starving, but alive, living their big dreams regardless of the struggle. You clung to those people, the places they frequented, and learned to love and appreciate the side of this city that was your new home. You were stable and free now, able to pursue the things you enjoyed and make a living to support yourself. 

If there was one thing you loved above all else, it was your flat. It had been a treasure find during a hot summer night not very different from the one now, your mind a little hazed by the one too many drinks you’d tipped back at a friend’s house party. Your body buzzing as you wandered back to your temporary home at a hotel, feeling drawn to take a new street instead of the subway.

The sign was a rickety chalkboard with words scribbled across it in blue chalk, advertising an empty apartment for rent. You almost paid no heed to it, wanting nothing more than to collapse in your bed and pass out, maybe even throw up in the nearest trash can. Something prompted you to grab one of the pamphlets pinned to the board and shove it in your purse for later, didn’t hurt to try, right? You didn’t think twice about it until the next morning when the sun cracked above the horizon, bolting upright and scrabbling for your cellphone to dial the number, despite your massive head ache from your hangover. Pickings were slim in the trendy city of Seoul, millions of people vying for a place to call their own, you had to give it a try because it might be your only chance for a while. Plus, you were tired of hopping from one cheap hotel to the next and crashing at your friends’ flats. You needed a place to call your own.

A soft spoken old woman had picked up, her motherly voice cooing like a mourning dove as she gave you a time to stop by to tour the flat. You had arrived way too early due to eagerness, the building being located on one of the most popular and famous streets only added to its charm. Lovely and eclectic themed coffee shops, boutiques, and makeup and bookstores lined the street, making it one of the busiest. If you weren’t already ready to sign the dotted line, the moment you walked in was the last word.

When she had brought you up that creaky elevator that seemed to soar up and up into the sky, your breath had been taken away as soon as you walked into the apartment. It wasn’t the newest, but it had an old charm to it. Exposed brick on the outer walls, windows stretching wide to depict the city skyline, and it could be all yours. She had warned you about some problems like creaky pipes, leaks, and especially the thin walls since you shared one with one other apartment. You could care less at that point, already ready to sign the contract and call the humble little place yours.

So here you were now, the humid night setting in as you sat lounging on your couch, dripping in sweat and absolutely sweltering. All your windows were cracked, the old AC cranked as high as it could go, and one greasy fan that struggled to spin, which hardly made much of a difference at all. You were dressed in only your underwear and a sports bra, trying to cool yourself off as you pressed an ice pack to the back of your neck with another annoyed groan.

Today had been your day off, wanting nothing more than to go outside and enjoy it, but the heat was so stifling you’re sure you would have roasted under the sun in five minutes. So you stayed inside, trying to mind your own business as usual and take a day to yourself. All afternoon you heard the same old usual sounds from your next door neighbor, not even bothered by the incredible thinness of the wall that divided your two apartments anymore. He was young and gorgeous, a college student living off campus, pursuing a degree in music. You’d met him only on a few occasions, and he was sweet and personable enough, but it felt like the two of you were connected somehow. You knew him better than those simple hellos in the hallway and so did he. The wall was so thin and hollow that the two of you could almost perfectly hear what the other was doing all the time, which irked and frightened you at first. Sometimes it even felt like your flats weren’t separated at all, you wouldn’t have been surprised if you saw him walking around your living room one day.

You didn’t want to lie to yourself, he really was completely beautiful. Your heart nearly leapt into your throat every time you saw him smile, his dimples poking out cutely at even the smallest quirk of his soft looking lips. He towered over you, making your pulse race whenever he stopped you in the hallway to let you know about a problem the building was having, his warm hand burning a permanent brand on your shoulder. You couldn’t say you were in love with him, not yet. But you could say you liked him very, very much and at the moment was completely entranced by him.

Jung Jaehyun loved to sing, his velvety voice usually would ring throughout your floor during the day. He sang everything, even his own compositions, which he knew you could hear, almost like he wanted to know your opinion. You loved to listen to him while you cooked, or when you showered, sometimes humming or singing softly back to him, just so you could let him know it was okay for him to continue. In all honestly, you enjoyed it more than you realized, and he knew it too.

Little did you know, he knew a lot of things. Those walls kept no secrets, especially the ones you wouldn’t even dare utter aloud.

Passing him in the thin, musty hallway always seemed to make your heart beat fast enough to burst from your chest. You were sure that he could probably see your whole body shaking from just the greeting he shot you, dimples poking out coyly as he pressed himself against the wall to let you pass. He smelled like a man, rough and homey, something familiar and something that made you crave to be near him again and again. You hated how easily he could twist you around his finger and the two of you were barely friends, just neighbors politely living next to one another.

You let your head fall back against the couch, the magazine you were using to fan yourself picking up speed as you thought of your neighbor and his mischievous ways. He was probably in the same position as you, slouched onto his couch, most likely gloriously shirtless as he attempted to break the relentless heat wave that was trapped in the city. Your face turned a darker shade of red, childishly tossing your magazine across the room as your mind swam with desirable images of Jaehyun lounging on his couch with less and less clothing as time went by. You groaned loudly, standing up to go suffer in bed when you heard a familiar noise on the other side of the wall, a velvety humming.

You crept silently over to the wall, wincing every time a rickety floorboard creaked. Settling softly against the wall, you pressed your ear to it, straining to hear just what was happening on the other side. It was a gentle hum, reminiscent of a cat purring, so close to the wall the sound tingled your ear. His voice so silky that even the most expensive lengerie couldn’t compete with the sheer amount of sexiness and comfort you received from hearing it.

The good part comes between wanting and needing,” Jaehyun crooned from behind the wall, and you turned to press your forehead to the faded blue paint, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you swayed back and forth where you sat. He knew oh so well how much you loved it when he sang sensual pieces; knew how much the sound of him humming those words turned you on. It was an unspoken arrangement that neither of you were prepared to mention when you passed each other in the hall.

Because who knew what would happen if you did? Where it would lead?

You swore you heard the boy on the other side give a sharp inhale of breath, but paid no attention when he sang the next bit, “When it’s less about eating and more about feeding.”

Biting your lip, you slid a hand up and down your exposed thigh, sighing wantonly when you heard him shift on the other side. You wished desperately for him to be in front of you, arms open for you, lips waiting to be kissed, and eyes filled to the brim with lust. You gave a soft gasp as you slid a hand over your panties, feeling a heat beginning to grow in your stomach, and a wetness form in between your legs.

In between…right where you wanted Jaehyun.

You heard him shudder on the other side of the wall, the erotic and strangely familiar metallic sound of a belt unbuckling caused your hips to buck into your fingers that were gliding over the covered folds of your heat. You pressed a finger to your clit and bit back a moan when you heard the clunk of a buckle hitting the wood floors, a relieved groan reached you through the wall and you cried out in response.

How he managed to continue to sing was a mystery to you, but you could hardly believe you ears as he sang, “You know the best could always be better.” You pulled your panties down your smooth thighs and immediately slid a finger into your soaking heat, illiciting a gasp that mirrored Jaehyun’s. The way you practically dripped onto the wood floors made you blush as your walls tightened around you finger. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, barely being able to imagine him without passing out from want; pants unbottoned, belt messily undone, briefs hastily pulled down in order to let his hard member breathe. His hand almost shaking as he attempted to control the quavering in his voice, “When the hardest could be harder…”

You heard him groan and you moaned in response, nails clawing against the wall as you pumped your fingers inside yourself, imagining it was him. You slumped against the wall and used your other hand to rub your clit hurriedly, feeling so close you could hardly stand it. You clung on to each word, knowing his hand was moving in tandem with yours, breathing synchronized as he practically moaned the next words, “And the wettest is wetter.”

You cried out his name, just about to finally come when his voice cut you short, “Stop, _____.”

You immediately retracted you hand while panting, waiting for him to continue, wanting to whine from your need to release. His voice was low, calm and full of command, but you heard how he strained to keep it level. “Listen closely, baby girl. Go unlock your door. Then I want you in your bed. Naked. Do you understand?”

Your lips quivered in want, “Yes.”

You didn’t wait for him to tell you to go, your body moved quickly, instinctively and driven by want as you scrambled to the door. Your hands trembled as you slid the lock over, hardly believing what you were about to do. You clambered towards your bedroom, clicking all the lights off and flicking on your bedside lamp and fairy lights you had strewn over your headboard. Then you yanked your curtains open on your large window that took up an entire wall, allowing the rainbow ambient light ofSeoul to seep in through the glass. You stilled for a moment, hearing footsteps in the hallway, the clunk of your door handle being grasped as it was turned. You panicked and struggled to rip off your panties and sports bra, realizing as soon as you hopped on your bed that your entire room was a disaster. You were about to scream into the nearest pillow when you heard short knocks on your door frame. Too late now.

He was too much, period. The boy was sculpted from something close to the gods, with a body gorgeously lean, his frame broad, and legs long enough for you to climb. He wore nothing but a pair of dark briefs, the outline of his hard member pressing insistently against the fabric as if taunting you. Everything about him was either dark or light, a contrast that made your knees weak. His dark hair was a beautiful mess, like he frequently ran his fingers through it. His ebony eyes drew you in and kept you there, not allowing your own gaze to wander anywhere else. Jaehyun stepped towards the bed, fingers running over the cool silk of your sheets you had spent so much money on. You saw a small smile flicker over his lips that made your body quiver, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

It’s going to be fun ruining that silk.

When he got onto the bed, you gasped at the predator look in his eyes as he crawled towards you on all fours. The bed creaked lightly as you shifted back on instinct, even though you felt so drawn toward him, wanting nothing more than to finally touch him. You realized you have never laid a single finger on him and he you, but both of you were so completely enraptured with one another even when there was a wall separating you. It was honestly poetic, and strangely beautiful.

Unmuffled, his voice was even more velvety, “You don’t know how often I thought about this very scenario.” He laid you down and crawled up your body, careful to not touch you, not yet. “All those nights when I could hear you touching yourself, moaning my name as you finally came.”

Your body shook, wanting to squeeze your eyes shut from embarrassment, but Jaehyun held your gaze. You pressed your thighs together as he leaned closer to you, his hair tickling your forehead, “Were you imagining my fingers, baby girl? Or maybe my tongue?”

You could hardly answer, eyes wide as his lips barely grazed yours as he whispered, “If you really want it that bad, princess, why don’t I give it to you?”

With that he closed the gap between your bodies, allowing his entire frame to press against you along with his soft lips. They glided so easily against yours, like they were meant for one another. One of his hands came up to tangle in your hair, allowing him complete control of you as he slipped his sinful tongue into your mouth. You moaned in appreciation at the slick feeling of his tongue sliding against yours, tasting the tea he had been drinking earlier. He pulled away for air, panting as he slid down your body dragging his tongue over your  skin. He pressed wet kisses to your breasts and ribs, hands gripping your hips as he groaned against your skin, “I’m going to cover every inch of your skin with my tongue, until your fucking begging for it, baby girl.”

You gazed down at him as he worked lower and lower, your body glistening from where his mouth left. Hovering over your dripping heat, he blew cool air on it, smirking at the way you arched off the bed. The moment his tongue made contact with your lower lips, your hand found his dark locks, tangling your fingers through them. He released a groan from the taste, attacking your clit with his lips as he sucked at it mercilessly. His ebony eyes stared up at you and you could feel the smirk against your inner thigh as he went to bite at the soft skin there, leaving a dark purple hickey. He didn’t leave just one though, that wasn’t Jaehyun’s style. He wanted to wake up to you tomorrow morning, thighs littered with bruises and violently purple hickeys. As he nosed along your inner thighs, your body began to tremble and ache as he revisited old markings, biting and pressing kisses to them, “J-Jaehyun!…Please!”

He pulled away and regarded you with amusement, “Please what, baby girl?” He was enjoying himself, dragging his tongue over those cheeky bruises proudly.

You shifted your hips to make your point clear, too embarrassed to ask aloud for what you really wanted him to do. He tilted his head innocently, licking his bottom lip from one corner to the other as he traced his tongue over your taste. Deep down you realized that Jaehyun wouldn’t give you what you wanted if you didn’t give him what he wanted. It was a game of give and take, and you needed to swallow your pride.

You gulped, voice straining with want, “P-please fuck me with your fingers and tongue, Jaehyun.”

“Hmmm,” he simpered, letting a finger lightly trace over your clit. “Since you were such a good listener earlier, I’ll give you what you want.” He leaned closer to your lower lips, but stopped himself, looking up at you through his lashes as he whispered, “Make sure to pay me back later though.”

You let out a sigh of relief as he began to eat you out, his tongue doing things you’d only imagined before all of this. You almost had to pinch yourself because everything felt so surreal. Your neighbor, who you’ve only politely spoken to in the hallway, was now eating you out better than any other person you’ve been with. You weren’t sure you were going to survive until morning.

Jaehyun worked a finger past your folds, the slickness of your heat allowing it to slide in easily. At the sound of your moans of approval, he worked another finger in with a small smirk, hardly believing all this was happening as well. He held the same sentiments as you, having to mentally slap himself from stopping just to stare in awe at you. You had to be the most beautiful and interesting girl he’d ever laid eyes upon, the first moment he saw you he was already decided. You were his muse. The mysterious subject to his songs he wrote, the girl in all of them…they were you.

“______,” he hummed your name, allowing his tongue to soak in your taste, committing your moans and sounds of pleasure to memory. To him, they were more beautiful than any song he could compose, completely gorgeous. His fingers quickened their pace, feeling your walls convulse around them as you neared release. He pulled his mouth away, allowing his fingers to do all the work as he regarded you with that dangerous look in his eyes again. He looked like a predator debating whether he was going to eat you now or later as he murmured, “Should I let you come, ________? Have you earned it?”

You whimpered, hands scrabbling for his hair and tugging at it insistantly, “Y-yes.”

He slowed his pace, brows furrowing, “Yes, who?”

“Yes, Jaehyun!…,” you recovered frantically, hips urging him along as he continued at his original pace.

“That’s what I thought,” he simpered, fingers thrusting into you so powerfully that your body rocked the bed. “How bad do you want it? Tell me just how bad you want me to make you come.”

His fingers, quickening slightly, distracted you as you attempted to form a coherent sentence, “I-I want it, Jaehyun!” Thinking swiftly, you added, “Please, baby!” Looking pitiful was always a good way to get what you wanted, or it could just make things much worse.

Luckily, Jaehyun’s dark eyes softened as he saw the tears beginning to pool in yours, “Whatever you want, baby girl.” He bent his head down again, his hot breath on your inner thighs sending your mind into overdrive as he latched onto your clit and his fingers sped up. Your toes curled, thighs trembling as your high approached, hips rolling into Jaehyun mouth as you fucked back against his fingers. You cried out, body shaking as he finger fucked you through your high, drawing out that feeling of ecstasy for as long as he could.

He didn’t stop there though, he kept going long after your release ended. Weakened by your orgasm you squirmed beneath him and his mouth as he continued to work you, fingers not quitting their breakneck pace. You cried out, hands weakly trying to push him away as the overstimulation made your thighs shake, “J-Jaehyun please!…”

Tears of passion leaked down your face from the sheer pleasure he was giving you, only pulling away after he glanced up and saw them. He immediately pulled your body into his chest and kissed the tear tracks from your cheeks, hushing you softly. You took a shaky breath as he laid you down on your back, hovering over you. His eyes raced over your curves and features, fingers tracing your Cupid’s bow as he pressed kissed to your lips and neck. He sucked another hickey, this time very noticeably on your neck; the boy had to have an obsession with marking, you decided, not the least bit upset by that fact. Your eyelids slid close as his mouth worked over your neck, your hand sliding down his chest to his hips, sliding over his briefs to brush against his member.

He let out a soft groan, his hips rocking into your hand begging, wanting for more touch. You massaged him over his too tight briefs, wanting nothing more than to give him relief and feel him inside you. Your lips brushed against his ear as you whispered softly, “I want you so bad, Jaehyun.”

You felt him shiver above you, his hands already traveling from your hips to the waistband at his. He seemed to tower above you as he slid his briefs off, allowing you to stare as he kneeled above your body. You took in his lean muscles, your nails softly raking down his chest which caused him to release a shaky breath from the feeling. Your soaked heat throbbed at the sight of his erect member that weeped precum, your body already ready to feel another release.

Acting purely out of lust and a little bit of instinct, you pushed him off of you and turned around, getting on your hands and knees. You immediately felt his hands on your hips as he bent over your body and pressed open mouth kisses to your back. Seeing you like this somehow sobered Jaehyun up, his lips moving softly against your skin as he murmured, “Are you sure, ______?”

You could tell by his voice that he was making sure this wasn’t going to be something you would regret or try to brush off. You felt commitment and real affection in Jaehyun’s touch, which reassured you and gave you hope for what would come out of all of this. You were definitely sure, “Yes, I trust you, baby.”

You felt a smile against your skin, the feeling of the atmosphere suddenly so much more intimate and romantic as he teased your opening with the tip of his member. You breathed out to steady yourself as he carefully pushed into you, your walls already so tight around him. Jaehyun groaned at the satisfying feeling, his hands that gripped your hips squeezed you tightly. You let out a gasp, the same emotions washing over you as well as he slid in to the hilt easily. You felt connected, complete.

You urged him to move by rocking back into him, his hips rolling into you as you gave him your approval. The warmth of the day was nowhere close to the burning heat you were feeling now, the way Jaehyun’s hips snapped into you as he pummeled your core left you completely star struck. You could feel him panting against the skin of your back as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into you. Minutes felt like hours as he fucked you into pleasurable oblivion, his stamina impressive. When his thrusts became more eratic, you reached down to rub your clit, hips pulled by his warm hands to fuck back against him.

His velvet voice sounded tight as he groaned, “Baby girl, you’re gonna make me come.”

As he spoke those words, you couldn’t help but almost release; every time he opened his mouth your body practically shook. Your walls slid around him, tightening as you neared your second high of the night, “Ah!…”

“Fuck!,” he cursed, releasing his hot seed inside of you, his head thrown back as you came as well. Your arms have put underneath you and your face pressed deeply into the sheets as Jaehyyn groaned above you, his hips rocking ever so slightly to prolong his orgasm. Your body felt on fire, hair sticking to your forehead as he pulled out of you gently.

Your mind was a complete blur as Jaehyyn carefully cleaned you up, pressing kisses as he made you comfortable, hardly realizing that you were laying in his arms. He played with your messy hair, untangling the knots left by him during his passion as he hummed soothingly. As your head cleared, you attempted to think of something to say, anything really. The entire situation was whack, to say the least. You just had sex with your neighbor, after masturbating with him, and having only really talked to him a few times in the hallway. You were crazy and your skin was heating up at the fact that you had tricked yourself earlier into thinking he might have real feelings for you.

Disappoint began to seep into your bones as you turned to him, afraid to make eye contact with his burning gaze. You might as well break the silence, get it over with and rip it off like a bandaid. Mustering up the courage, you murmured his name, “Jaehyun.”

“Hm?,” he hummed, fingers now tracing your nose and cheekbones. His sweet actions hurt you, knowing that they honestly meant nothing. He looked up at you expectantly, eyebrows raised in curiosity as he saw you preparing yourself like you were about to give him a speech or lecture.

He was just being polite.

“You-,” you started horribly, stuttering as you tripped over your own words, “L-listen, I-”

“_______.” He stopped you, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. You bit your tongue as he spoke up, gentle and reassuring, “Don’t worry about it. It’s okay.”

You felt like you were burst into tears at any moment, those words of his only adding to your false hope. Your lip quivered, “It’s not okay though.”

“No, it is,” he cupped your cheek, drawing you impossibly closer into his arms. His dark eyes suddenly changed, a nervousness penetrating them as his entire counternance shifted and something so innocent and puppy-like was left behind. You watched as he bit his lip and looked away from you, his voice soft, “Can I tell you something?”

You were confused, but nodded anyway as he propped himself up on his elbow. He picked at your bedding anxiously, “This isn’t how I wanted it to happen.” Jaehyun breathed out deeply, almost in an annoyed huff, “I wanted to take you out for coffee, go to my favorite book store, show you the best record shop this side of the city…but that didn’t happen.” He flopped onto his back, passing a hand over his face as your jaw practically dropped to the floor, “But I went and rushed it, all because I was fucking horny and knew you were probably listening…”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m literally such a dumb ass. I hope you’ll forgive me because I really really like you, ______.” He glanced over at you and his eyes widened at your shocked expression, “What?”

“You mean it? You mean all of it?,” you whispered, heart racing as he turned towards you again.

“Of course I do, baby girl,” he replied, a small smile lifting the corners of his soft lips. You mirrored his look when you noticed his dimples poking out, begging for you to give them a kiss.

And you did, just because you could.

He laughed a beautifully melodic laugh, his eyes smiling, hair messy, with dimples framing his face as he pressed kiss after kiss to your body. Honestly, you still couldn’t believe your luck. Or was it luck at all? Jaehyun couldn’t believe it either as you snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep feeling content and peaceful. Everything was changing from here on out, and it definitely was for the better.

paleesky  asked:

HI KEITH! So now it reeeeaallly has been a while since I sent a prompt but you want fluff so I shall send fluff. Okay. So it's their anniversary and Shiro wants to plan something involving the kids. He remembers he used to leave notes for Keith all over the house to make him smile. So he does that and Keith is used to it but it surprises him to find the kids' handwriting in the notes left for him. It's a treasure hunt for Keith and it leads to family fluff. There. Thank you cathreeeeell! 💞💞💞

[The Voltron Family] Keith woke up alone in bed one morning and he suddenly got irritated because he was used to Shiro’s kisses being his alarm clock. He rolled over the bed and just laid, forming a big star. He closed his eyes and felt some paper sticking on Shiro’s pillow. It was a post-it.

Good Morning, Red Bean! Did you know you look so beautiful today even with your bedhead? How do I know this? Because I wrote this while looking at your sleeping face. Keith. Shut up. It’s not creepy if we’re husbands. I’m allowed to stare at you. Now, don’t frown just because I’m not there beside you. Get up and pee. *winks at the bathroom*

Shiro would leave notes to make Keith smile and well, they didn’t really fail. Keith got up and headed to the bathroom to pee. He saw a note on the wall.

I know you’re reading this while you’re peeing. LOL I want you to know that I love that little mole on your neck, the one near your right ear. Yeah, that’s right. I know you’re touching it now. HAHAHA I love kissing that part not because it’s such a perfect place for kissing, but simply because you’re ticklish in that area and I love your adorable laugh the most.

Keith snorted as he unconsciously touched the mole Shiro was talking about. He shook his head, feeling his face heat up. He was about to leave the bedroom when he saw another note on the door.

Aha! Leaving our room now, aren’t you, my pretty one? Remember the first day we moved in into our house? We didn’t even unpack our boxes. We simply just laid in bed all day, talking about how fun our future will be now that we have our own place. You were excited about building your own library, I was excited for curtain shopping. Oh shut it. You know I love my curtains, Keith. We kinda just cuddled all day and napped. I love that. I love napping with you.

Keith couldn’t help himself but “Awww” softly. He loved napping with Shiro, too. He was glad to know it was mutual. He took all the notes with him and he walked over to the stairs and found another one.

Dude. That one time I slipped in this very stairs? It was hilarious for me, and I was the injured one. But you, Keith… my love, you panicked and thought I died. HAHAHAHAHA I was touched by that. Thank you for caring so much. I love how compassionate you are and just an overall kind person.

He was blushing. Keith knew that, and he wanted to punch Shiro for making him feel that way. He made it to the first floor and saw another note by the wall leading to the kitchen.

We had our first kiss here. Well, technically not our “first” but in this house it was. You know what made it so memorable? You called me “A spineless, pale, pathetic lot.” You quoted “Mulan” because I told you to “talk dirty” to me. I started laughing so hard because you’re such a dork. I love your kisses but I love how you’re such a nerd above all else. 

Upon remembering the event, Keith laughed so hard that he had to cover his mouth with his hand to stop himself from being too loud. He passed by the hallway and saw three notes connecting each other.

Daddy Keith, Daddy Shiro told us to write something about you that we love. But we couldn’t fit it all in just one sticky note, so we combined three! We’re so brilliant, right? We will start with your smell. Daddy Shiro is looking at us weirdly. But you smell so nice when you hug us in the morning. Especially when we bury our faces in your neck. Daddy Shiro is nodding, saying he agrees. That’s good, isn’t it? At least you’re not stinky unlike other people! The meals that you prepare for us and the snacks we eat during recess always tastes so good! Lance said to add the chocolate crinkles because it’s his favourite. Pidge said to mention brownies and Hunk (me!) butterscotch. Other mommies and daddies just don’t get it right. Daddy Shiro said because you put love in it and sweat (according to Lance which Daddy Shiro denied. I don’t think you put sweat in it too. That’s just icky. But if you really do, then that’s ok! Because it tastes good!). You’re the best Daddy in the world (Daddy Shiro said it’s ok to put that because he thinks so too) and if you were not the one who adopted us, we will leave the current ones, and look for you. (Pidge said we’re not sure how to do that since we’re only little, but we will. Lance agrees because you kiss his boo boos away with Spider-man band-aids).

Keith started tearing up at the long message of his kids. He sniffled as he wiped his eyes and chuckled to himself, slowly taking the notes with him. God. It was too early to get emotional and yet here he was. He looked around and saw another post-it leading to the backyard.

These past couple of years have been the best years of my life—not to sound too dramatic or anything. Stop rolling your eyes at me, Keith. I know you just cried reading that beautiful letter from our cubs. I can’t believe I just called our children “cubs” but it felt so right lol. I just want you to know that, I would never have asked for a better husband in my life. Dude. You made me gay. I can’t believe it! HAHAH Just kidding. But seriously, Keith. You’re probably thinking “Wow. It’s been 14 years of being together and 6 years of being married and this idiot still wants me?” I do, Keith. I do. And I will want you every day till my dying breath. Wow. So dramatic. HAHAHA That very day you told me you were ace? I think that was one of the best days of my life. Thank you, Keith. For being you and for having me.

Keith was surprised someone wiped his tears that he didn’t know he had. He looked up and saw Shiro smiling at him fondly, hugging him in the process. His tears poured all the more when he saw his kids outside near the pool sitting on the table, waiting for him. His eyes landed on the table. They prepared an English breakfast because Keith loved that. He felt Shiro kiss his forehead and heard him softly say, “Happy Anniversary, love.”

Embarrassed at how red his face had gotten, Keith buried his head in Shiro’s neck and mumbled something incoherently, but somehow Shiro had caught on it and just laughed while saying, “I love you, too.”

Her Wanting to Fuck Before a Performance: WINNER


He would be reluctant to agree, since he knew that it would be rushed and messy only. He didn’t care that it was in a public place, since it was with you, but the fact that he couldn’t satisfy you the way he liked to do it was droning into his mind and so he’d say no to the idea.


One part of him would tell him to tell you no, because as a responsible leader of three idiots, he knew better than to mess around just before a performance. However, as your boyfriend, he wanted to take you right there and then, not caring about a shit but pleasing you and not being caught in the process. He went with the latter.


Would agree without much thought. He loved you and he loved your body. What he liked doing above all else was give you total satisfaction, and he also knew you were stressing, so if sex could make you a little bit less nervous, he would do it. It was a good thing for the two parties.


Definitely all in for the idea, getting excited just from hearing you ask of that; just the thought of people having the slightest idea of what he’d done to you before you coming into the stage giving him a hard on because you were his and what better way to prove that?

Lunam Ruinam


That was the only word that could describe what she felt. She had always known that one day she would face this.

But never so soon, never so violently.

With great care Riven hooked her arms underneath the battered body, her frame shaking as the numbness melted away. She knew who was to blame, she knew who were the ones that stole her life away.


An inhuman roar escaped her lips, the air crackling violently as volatile magic lashed out from its user.

Mourning would come after, she decided darkly, glaring at the mountainous peaks of Mount Targon. “Sol cultores, vos diligite vestra Deum…aliud potissimum?” She whispered with a broken chuckle, watching with dark glee as a massive rift rippled to life above the grand mountain.

“Hic igitur.” She growled, watching as the mountain twisted and burned from the heat, collapsing upon itself as the rift moved down, consuming it and the inhabitants on it.

“Et detraxero te Deus tuus.”


Being Jimin’s Girlfriend:

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

  • Tease, tease, tease, did I forget to say tease because TEASE
  • You just got yourself into such deep trouble is2g
  • You’ll never know what to expect from this little sexy-cute-adorable-spreadyourlegsin0.00005seconds-handsome squish
  • One moment he’ll be this adorable sinnammon roll who just wants to cuddle with you and the next he’ll be teasing you till you’re so hot under your clothes you two might just end up banging as soon as you take one step into the house
  • Intimate moments with him would be late night talks, holding your hand or playing with your hair as he listens to you talk about literally any and everything that’s troubling your mind
  • He’s an avid listener imo and the fact that you trust him so deeply to share everything, would make him feel so damn special (*wipes tears* I swear i’m not crying)
  • However he’s the type to brood over problems alone and try to find a solution by himself, so you’ll always have to be on the lookout for what’s really hiding underneath his mask of beautiful smiles and try to give him a shoulder to share his burden with
  • Always showering him with love so he knows how important he is not only to you, but to bts and his fans, because he might always end up questioning himself and his worthiness.
  • Dates would be so hella romantic because he’d want you to feel like his princess. He’d spoil you with gifts and hugs and kisses and literally every beautiful thing he possibly can.
  • He’d want to take you out to romantic candle lit dinners or walks along the beach, his arm around your waist as he tucks you in close to him. Whispering soft nothings into your hairline as he peppers you with kisses.
  • Hopeless romantic is2g 
  • Showing you his new dance routine whenever he can because he values your opinion above all else. If you love it, he’ll work even harder to perfect it.
  • However, you’d also be making sure he doesn’t overdo it and always try make him rest and eat regularly so as to help him build and retain energy for his shows. 
  • Jimin lowkey loving it and smiling shyly every time you show up at his practice, arms laden with food and drinks.
  • Whenever he’d go out of the country because of schedules he’d always make sure to bring back a gift for you. A special piece of that country’s culture just for you. And he’ll try his damn hardest to get one every time.
  • But let’s just make this clear that no matter how much you love each other, know that you can never come in b/w vmin bromance because vmin is ultimate otp (alongside yoonseok)
  • Cheesy dialogues/texts 24/7 (that Hoseok made him send)

Jimin: On a scale of 1-10, you’re a 9 and I’m the 1 you need
You: Jimin, what the fuck.
Hoseok: [muttering in the distance] I can’t believe it didn’t work

  • Perv face
  • He would be up early every morning before you, and probably just gaze at you next to him, singing beautiful slow songs with that angelic af voice, till you finally wake up and he gets to plant soft morning kisses on your jaw and neck
  • Competing with Jungkook for Jimin’s affection
  • Jimin contemplating whose booty he wants to smack more: Yours vs Jungkook
  • Let’s come to the sex bit, Two words: STRIP. TEASE.
  • (*shivers*clears throat* …okay moving on) He’s definitely a switch so dom, sub he can do both. 
  • He’ll caress you soft and strong while whispering dirty in your ear, calling you his princess and kitten, helping you ride him hard and slow on top of him while he bites his gorgeous plump lips in pleasure. In contrast he’ll also be ready to wear that leather collar and those handcuffs and beg for you, his mistress, to let him cum while you spank him hard, breathy moans bouncing off the walls every time the paddle slaps on skin. (okay I’ll stop now bye)

A/N: I mean, a Jimin post without some smutty smut is just not possible

  • After sex cuddles would be so cute because you both would be all tangled up in each other, breathing heavily as he lazily strokes your back and whispers how amazing you make him feel.
  • He’d be such a caring little squish because seeing you hurt would be the last thing he wants in his life. 
  • Calling you to make sure you’re okay whenever your late. Hugging you tight as soon as you step into the house.
  • Saying he can’t do aegyo but does it anyway cause he loves seeing you laugh and smile
  • Hearing HIS angelic laugh whenever you act adorable and smiling in return cause it’s just that contagious
  • Always making sure you’re happy and satisfied in the relationship because if there’s even a tiny tear on that pretty little face of yours, even if it’s not his fault, he’ll blame himself endlessly.
  • Ultimately, this absolute angel would love you to death and literally do anything to keep you happy and smiling.
BTS Reaction to Your Management Forcing You to Diet

Dieting can be okay, if you are smart and safe about it. Skipping meals is not a way to go, but if you do your research, dieting can help to make your life better. But again, do your research. However, above all else, you should make sure you love yourself for who you are; whether that be while dieting or not, and merely enjoying food. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this reaction. <3

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Jin: He stared at you from across the table, feeling his heart almost break as he stared at your empty plate. You sipped on your water, trying to keep your hunger back. He hated what the company was doing to you. He had tried to talk you out of going on the mandatory diet. He reached over, placing some of his rice onto your plate. You gave him a look, starting to shake your head no. “Jin, you know I can’t eat that.” You told him as you started to push the food away from you. He pushed it back, giving you a stern look. “You can come work out with me. That way you can eat. As long as you work out more, then it is fine.” He said hopefully.

Originally posted by go2bedjungkook

Suga: He was silent as you told him about your diet. “It isn’t like I will be starving. I can have one meal a day. I just have to make sure it doesn’t have sugar and carbs.” You told him as you stared at the grocery list. You let out a small sigh, enough to make Yoongi really worry. He took the list out of your hand and looked it over. Everything on the list looked dull and horrible. He couldn’t imagine you actually enjoying any of the food. He ripped he list in half. “Yoongi! What are you doing?” You yelled as you stared at the pieces of the list. “Come on, we are going to get some cake. And I don’t care what your stupid diet says. I just want you to be happy.” He said as he kissed you nonchalantly and led you out.

Originally posted by sugagifs

J-Hope: You stared at the picture of all the food that Hoseok and the other boys were going to eat. You felt like your stomach was going to eat itself. Hoseok looked over at you, seeing you staring at the picture, and felt his own happiness fall. He hated seeing you like that. He took your hand, pulling your phone away and throwing it onto the bed. He pulled you up so that you were facing him. “How about we go hang out or something? We can go get a salad and then go to the practice room and run through some songs.” He suggested as he tried to think of ways to help distract you from your hunger. You nodded your head, going off with him, happy that he was trying to help.

Originally posted by vmiin

Rapmon: “Joonie, do you think you could get me another water?” You asked as you finished your second bottle. Namjoon stared at you with wide eyes, shocked that you were still thirsty. He held out another water bottle for you, but he didn’t say anything. Once you were done with it, he finally figured it was worth asking about. “Jagiya, why are you drinking so much water?” He asked you with concern. You shook your head. “I read that water helps to keep your hunger away.” You informed him nonchalantly. He looked at you in confusion and reached over to take the fourth water bottle out of your hand. “Maybe you should take it slowly. You can really make yourself sick from too much water.” He was clearly concerned about your health, but he couldn’t figure out an easier way to tell you.

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Jimin: He didn’t like watching you like this. He wanted you to eat, he wanted you to be happy with yourself, and he wanted you to eat whatever you wanted. He knew exactly how hard it was to diet, and seeing you skip meals like he used to just made him sadder. He watched as you sat quietly at the dinner table. The other members of your group and the boys were eating lunch. He finally had just enough of watching you starving yourself. He took your hand and pulled you away from the table, taking you to the corner to talk to you. “Jagiya, you need to eat. If you want, we can come up with a better and tastier diet and we can do it together.”

Originally posted by sugaglos

V: “Jagiya, my grandma said that she wants you to be chubby too. So stop this silly diet and eat with me. It is important that you listen to my grandma. She knows what is best for everyone.” Taehyung lectured you as he started to munch on more food. He wanted you to see you eating more and enjoying yourself. When you told him about the diet your management was forcing you on, he knew that it was going to do nothing but make you unhappy. Every time he saw you skipping a meal or looking at the ingredients in a food product, he would remind you of what his grandmother told him. It was almost as though he had a third eye, quick to make sure that you were eating when you needed to.

Jungkook: His face was serious as he stared you down. He pulled you towards him. “I mean it jagiya, you need to start eating. It is unhealthy to skip meals, especially when you are spending all day dancing and singing. You can get light headed really fast and sick.” He told you in a stern voice. He had lectured you about this numerous times. You always waved him off, telling him that you knew what you were doing, but he would simply roll his eyes at your stubbornness. “Okay, but you will learn the hard way when you get sick during rehearsal. And I will not just wait for you to get to that point. So please just listen to me this one time. Okay?”

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Michael is selfish; He drinks the last of the juice without asking you first and sometimes doesn’t stop playing video games when you ask him to cuddle and he will take all of the blanket when you’re supposed to be curled up in bed together. 

Michael is needy; He whines for you to bring him food when he is sick and you’re almost always late for work because he just wants “one more minute, baby, please” and he needs your hands everywhere all the time: in his hair, on his chest, wrapped around him tightly as you whisper for him to come “just one more time, baby, please”.

Michael is aggressive; He grabs your hips roughly when he takes you from behind and kisses you with enough force to make your head spin and always gets a little pushy when one of his friends gets a little too close when you go out dancing.

Michael is thoughtful; He makes sure to text you at least twice a day while he’s on tour and never forgets to order your favorite food from the place down the street when you’re both too lazy to cook something and he is always, always asking you if you need anything because he is “always gonna be here for you, baby, always.” 

Michael is a lot of things; forgetful, silly, annoying, loving. But above all else, he is yours. One-hundred and fifteen million percent yours, and that’s all you could ever ask him to be. 

Here’s to all the MOTHERS for conquering the world, for having it all, for not having enough sleep, for pushing out or having 5 to 7 pound babies cut out of your bellies, for working long hours in the office and having even more chores at home, for eating leftovers that have been picked over, spit out or played with, for worrying to death over the slightest fever, runny nose or hacking coughs, for no longer noticing how gross poop/pee are when cleaning up in public places, for losing your tempers over tantrums, and especially for loving your children over and above all these and everything else in this world. 

And to all Tumblr MOMS, you rock!


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Sinpai, please, don't feel uninspired! I love all of your works above anything else and I'm always looking forward for your updates! Your works help me from my depression a lot, actually... And if I don't comment it's just because I feel anxious about what to write there, I'm sorry... :I And that's why I'm really sorry for hearing your struggles :I I hope it'll be better soon, I just wanted you to know that you're amazing and I love you ^^ ♡

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To anyone who needs this:

You do not have to forgive your abusive parent.

You can forgive them on your own terms, when the timing is right, and if you ever even want to.

You do not owe your family anything, especially if they have been nothing but horrible to you.

Your feelings are valid. If you feel you are being mistreated, then you are being mistreated. Distancing yourself from abusive family members is an act of self love and self protection, NOT an act of selfishness.

Telling someone you’ve just met, “Oh, you must have been really spoiled as the only child” is literally the worst thing you can say to someone who came from an abusive home. We were the only child, and therefore the sole receiver of the abuse.

Christmas isn’t always about family. It’s about love, and that doesn’t mean that you need to go to your abusive family in a desperate attempt to appease them and find love. You will never win, and they will never, ever change.

Please love yourself, and above all else, know that your abusive family is not your fault.

Daddy’s Girl

So the first little drabble I did on here got some likes so I did another. I’m babysitting my niece and nephew today. They inspired me. My nephew is two but my niece is a female… hence Kya. My nephew peed on me today…

“Zuko, you’re going to be just fine,” Katara said again inching towards the door.


“Enough already,” Toph sighed dramatically and grabbed Katara’s arm pulling her toward the door. The two had a day planned of nothing more than going to the spar and it seemed to take half an hour to say goodbye to Zuko and Kya. “She’s your own kid. You’ve kept her alive for two damn years you can keep her alive for one more day.”

“But,” Zuko said fully panicking as the two-year sat on his hip played with his hair. “I’ve always had Katara, or Aang, or Sokka, or Uncle to help me! I’ve never watched her on my won.”

“She’s your kid, right?” Zuko nodded as she shoved Katara out the door. “Then you’re good.”

Zuko blinked at the door for a second after Toph slammed it shut. “So,” He said turning to Kya, her big blue eyes smiled up to him. “I… I cleared my schedule for the day, so it’s just you and me.” He shifted her so she was in her front. “So as long as you don’t cry or… poop on me… we should be good. I mean I’m your dad. I’ve been there for every single day of your life. I can take care fo you for the day.”

“Momma.,” Kya demanded. She had just started to learn to speak and was a surprisingly demanding child.

“Momma isn’t here,” Zuko smiled hopefully. “It’s just Daddy today.”

Kya pouted. “Mommy,”

“No… Daddy!” He smiled.

“Mom-” She crossed her arms. “-my”

“I…” Zuko blinked.


“Oh… okay… how about we have a… what do you want to do?”

“Mommy,” Kya demanded again.

“I know, sweety, I wish she was here too.” Zuko put her down on her bed. “Do you want to have a snack?”

“No,” Kay crossed her tiny arms. “Paint.”

“Okay, okay,” Zuko nodded and got out her finger paints. “Katara, Mommy, said you would want to do that. I’ll just get out some of the paints and the paper and we can paint something. That sound like fun, Kya? We can paint something for Mommy.”

*A few minutes later…*


*A few more minutes later..*

“Alright,” Kya sat playing on the floor happily as Zuko looked at the room. Paint was everywhere. She had thrown it everywhere. On the walls. On the ceiling. On the floor. On Zuko. Everywhere. “It… it’s not good, but I think that we can clean it up.”

“Food,” Kya demanded looking up from her dolls. She too covered in paint. “I hungry.”

“Good point, Kya.” Zuko sighed. “It is time for food.”

*A few minutes later…*


*A few more minutes later…*

“Okay, okay. It’s time for a bath now. Then let’s try and get you to bed, huh?” Zuko asked, now covered in both food and paint.

“Bath!” Kya cheered from under his arm. “Bath!”

“That’s right, my little cherry blossom,” Zuko said putting her down. “I’m going to fill the tub. You get nakie.”

*A few minutes later..*


*A few more minutes later…*



*Even later*

“Alright,” Zuko sighed. Both him and Kya were now clean and in a new change of clothes. Kya had demanded that Katara put her down for bed, but when she finally understood that that wasn’t gong to happen, she conceded to Zuko putting her to sleep in his and Katara’s bed. “Are you sleepy?”

“Yeah,” She rubbed her eye’s and looked at him from Katara’s pillow.

“Good…” Zuko sighed. “How do I make you go to bed?”

“I don’t know,” She shrugged.

“Want me to tell you a story?”


“Sing you a lullaby? I know mommy does that.”


“Then what?” Zuko begged. Today he had been peed on. Had paint throw at him. Had food throw at him. Had water splashed at him. Been ran away from. Been fought and continuously denied.

“Talk,” She answered rolling onto her stomach.

“Talk, I can do that.” He sighed. “Does that mean me talking puts you to sleep?”

She giggled and closed her eyes.

“Fine,” He sighed again. “I don’t really think you like me. I mean I hope you love me, but I don’t think you like me. You scream for your mom when I try to hold you. Sure sometimes we play together or read a book but you spend more of your time with your mom.” He rolled over onto his side to face her. “I told your mom all this but she doesn’t believe me. You call for her constantly but never for me. Not even once. I’m not sure why. Is it my scar? Does it scare you? I don’t blame you if it does, it scares a lot of people. But it shouldn’t my dad did it to me when I was young. I would never do anything to hurt you. I’m not like my dad. I love you for one thing and that’s something he didn’t do for me… but you will never have to know this. Just know that you are the one thing that I love above all else. For a while, it was your mom but now it’s you. I’ll do anything you want. You feel like you need a dragon, I’ll find a way to bring the species back.

Just know that even if you hate me, I’ll still love you.”

Kya sighed and rolled closer to him till Zuko held her, then she fell asleep.

*The next morning*

Zuko followed the sound of laughter into the dining room the next morning. When he woke up the bed was empty, no Kya, no Katara.

“There's’ the Fire Lord!” Toph yelled as he walked in. “You know I could have started a war while you were asleep?”

“You can start a war with a single look,” Zuko smirked as he sat down next to Katara. “Morning Sweetie.”

“Morning,” Katar smiled and gave him a quick kiss. “What happened in Kya’s room?”

Zuko scratched the back of his neck. “A lot, actually. Where’s Kya?”

“Getting her doll with Aang, there they are,” She smiled as they scooted in.

“Daddy!” Kya called trying to jump from Aang’s arms. “Daddy!”

Zuko smiled in shock and held out his arms to receive the biggest hug she had ever given him. “Morning, Princess,”

“Daddy, paint?”

Katara rolled her eyes while she smiled. “She has been going on and on about how much fun she had with you yesterday and how she loves her daddy.”

“That’s a mean joke, Katara.” Zuko scolded as Kya sat in his lap.

“Kya? Who’s Daddy’s Girl?” Katara asked.

“Me,” Kya answered. “Daddy, paint?”

For the first few years of her life, Kya thought that her name was Kya Stop.

Miss Stanford [Sam Winchester AU] (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Series Title: Miss Stanford
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester x female reader, Dean Winchester, mentions of Jess Moore, mentions of Castiel, mentions of Mary Winchester, mentions of John Winchester,
Warnings: Implied smut? It’s literally like two sentences and there’s nothing dirty, but idk, you people on tumblr never really care about warnings much anyway.
Word Count: 2,157
Short Description: Alternate Universe where you’re Sam’s girlfriend and you both go to Stanford. Christmas holidays arrive and Sam convinces you to come to Lawrence to meet his family for a week. So Dean comes to pick you and Sammy up for a two-day road trip in the Impala.

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your name

“I don’t want to leave,” Sam admitted. It had been a few weeks since Dean’s surprise visit to your apartment, and the winter holidays had started a day ago. You had a train to catch, and Dean was coming to give Sam a ride because he was the best brother in the whole world. You and Sam had been trying to elongate the period of time you had left together as much as possible; little things like staying in bed longer that morning. Your hand was tracing patterns on Sam’s t-shirt clad chest until he stopped you, holding your hand on top of his chest, rubbing his thumb down the top of your hand lightly. “Come with me,” he suggested, his brilliant eyes opening to meet yours.

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