i got to bring clothes and shoes

Spring day

“Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jungkook X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Could you have the reader and Jungkook (who are dating eachother) watch jungkook/BTS’s “Spring” MV for the first time together?

Originally posted by jjkook

“Y/N! Hurry it’s finally out!” Jungkook called from the living room, sitting with the laptop perched onto his lap.

You came running into the room, plopping down on the couch next to him to rest your head on his shoulder.

“Is this going to make me cry?” You asked as you remembered the “I need U” music video.

Jungkook laughed. “I hope not but If you do….I’ll figure out a way to cheer you up.”

You smiled. “Careful. That might make me more inclined to.”

He put his arm around you, pressing play on the music video. You sat there in excitement as you always did for his music videos. Of course you were being supportive but you also just really loved seeing how they turned out due to their creative tones and stories. The first scene starts to unfold and you see V walk out to the train tracks. 

“What is he-?”

“This was funnier in person. He kept screaming about his hands being frozen and flinging snow off of him.” Jungkook smiled. 

“Sounds like him.” You laughed. 

The split second afterward it quickly reveals Jungkook on the train and Jimin near the ocean. 

“……Whoa..”

“What is it?” He asks.

“You just looked really handsome..”

He giggled. “It showed me for like 5 seconds.”

“You’re still hot…Wait! Look at Namjoon! He looks really good too…” You mumbled.

Jungkook turned and looked at you as you smiled being guilty. You gave him a quick kiss and he forgot about the remark, continuing to look at the music video.

“This part was fun to film and we weren’t freezing.” He explained as you saw the members throwing around food and silly string.

“Yeah it kinda reminds me of the run music video scenes with the parties.”

“That’s true…except this was less painful than that pillow fight.”

You both sit there taking in everything that is the music video and you were really amazed by the shots.

“You guys always come out with something artistic….It’s so pretty. The lyrics are pretty too. It’s hopeful but also- sad. It feels like even though you’re acknowledging everyone’s struggles it makes you think about them more. You guys did amazing on this. seriously.”

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah…It comes from Namjoon and Yoongi’s experiences…They’ve been through alot but they have hope for themselves and our fans.”

You sighed. “You guys are literally the sweetest…”

“I think as our leader he just wants to show our fans that we really do care.”

“Well I think he’s doing a great job. Oh wait! Didn’t you write monster on his face right here? They don’t show it but I think I saw it on twitter.”

He nodded again. “Yeah but I spelled it wrong..”

Jungkook chuckled. “I’m still working on my English.”

“I think it’s cute.”

The more scenes it shows of Jungkook on the train the more you kept thinking about one thing. 

“God…I can’t believe I’m dating someone so- gorgeous..”

Taehyung walked into the room.

“oh. Is that our music video?”

You both look back at him and nod. Taehyung runs over and leans over the back of the couch to watch with you. 

“Where am I?” Tae asked. 

“…uh…there!” You pointed to him walking the back of the group shot. 

“Whoa. Did you just see yourself? Wait. What does this mean? Great now I have to go read theories on this later…” You sighed. 

Taehyung shrugged. “The director doesn’t really explain much to us besides what we need to know to act out in the scene. We know just as little as the fans do.”

Jungkook smiled. “Do you remember that huge pile of clothes? We kept messing around and got scolded.”

Taehyung laughed. “Yeah but it was fun.”

The scene on the train pans out to reveal all the other members on the train with Jungkook.

“Aw… you guys are all together after all…” You add.

Taehyung giggles, hugging onto Jungkook. 

“Of course we are.”

Jimin comes of the train, bringing the pair of shoes and walking out with the group.

“You can see how cold he is.” Taehyung Joked.

You nod. “I felt bad that it was freezing and you guys were out there for hours..”

Jungkook shrugged. “Thanks to that the music video came out nice.”

Taehyung agrees. “Yeah. I’m glad.”

A Well Documented Debacle

Prompt: ReaderxBones where Kirk gets his toe stuck in the faucet of the bathtub and calls the Reader to help him, because he’s too embarrassed to call someone else, but in the end they need to get Scotty to free him and when they bring him to the medbay to let Bones look at his toe, Bones gets jealous, but it ends in fluff?

A/N: For some reason those gifs of Karl Urban sticking microphones in his mouth kept popping during my search this time, which is not only probably quite unsanitary, but also very telling of this story and my journey writing it. 

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REQUESTED: “could I request a fic where Credence is in the tub after a bad day & he’s just kinda curled up in the tub all sad & his s/o comes in w flowers & they talk for a bit (s/o tries to comfort him) but Credence is still kinda melancholy and s/o is like ‘fuck that/it’ takes their jacket & shoes and climbs in & giggles & kisses & possibly smut ensues~ thank you & I love this blog"

Warnings: Descriptions of a destructive mindset, but nothing too explicit.

Word Count: 1,508

A/N: This doesn’t have smut because I’ve had like zero energy lately, I’m sorry :// I hope it’s still okay!! :-)


It was easy to forget when he was surrounded by friends and loved ones that much of his life had been pretty horrible, to put it mildly, but now, sitting in the bathtub submerged in hot water, Credence couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with it, like every happy moment was just filler time until he was free to remember. Mostly, he was overwhelmed with thoughts of his Ma, so much so that he couldn’t help but fall completely victim to an onslaught of negative thoughts.

Sitting in this tub for so long, indulging in the warmth of the water and letting himself use frivolously scented soap, well, that certainly must be a sin. He could hear all those times that Mary Lou reprimanded him for standing in the shower for too long, that bodies aren’t meant for relaxing; they’re meant for doing the Lord’s good work.

Credence let himself slip further under the water, fighting tears at the memory of that seemingly forgotten voice, but then, his hair, grown long now that he didn’t have to sit in that creaking chair every Saturday as Mary Lou lopped off chunks of it to keep it from unruliness, began to swirl around his shoulders, sweeping across them and pressing to his neck and face as the strands separated and floated in the water. Credence couldn’t help but lift a hand to them, yanking with more force than he intended, fighting off the bile that rose with the rising awareness of his sin, the vanity he indulged when he looked in the mirror to style his hair and appreciate it afterward, the pride he fostered when his friends and significant other complimented it, the disorder it caused since it was not easily maintained. Perhaps his hair was his greatest sin of all.

But no, his greatest sin must be you. You, whom he loved so dearly and with all of his heart. Premarital sex, sex for pleasure, letting you touch him at all, that was sin. The pleasure he got from it, that was sin. Letting you love him when he was so wicked, that was sin. And of course, the fact that he loved you more than he ever loved the Lord that Mary Lou talked about, preached about, fought about… That was his greatest sin. The thought of what Mary Lou would do if she were here to learn of his wickedness, of the sin he had been allowed to succumb to in her absence was enough to have him shaking, crying, pulling his knees to his chest, and closing his eyes as tightly as he could. He should have known he couldn’t forget. A quick glance to his scarred hands would have made sure of it, even if it had been theoretically possible. Mary Lou had made sure her teachings were a part of him forever. Looking at him now, she would have been proud of her work.

Credence slipped further into the tub, his nose now just above the water, the bath water that was now collecting the tears that had picked up a steady stream down his face, and he couldn’t help but jolt bolt upright when he heard a knock on the bathroom door before it opened.

There you were, his greatest weakness, the reason he lived in sin. Looking at you, closing the door gently, trying to balance a bouquet of assorted flowers in one hand as you did so, an assortment you must have noticed him admiring earlier that week, and not fully facing him yet, he couldn’t help but cry harder because he wouldn’t give up the sin he lived in—he couldn’t, not when he loved you so completely. Did that mean there was no salvation for him? Did that mean he was damned? Had Mary Lou been right all that time?

When a cracked sob came from the tub, you turned as quickly as you could and took Credence in: raven black hair plastered to his neck and face, honey brown eyes made glassy with tears, face slightly swollen from crying, lips parted in a deep frown, breaths coming quickly and causing his chest to look slightly sunken with the force of them. It was a bad day.

You placed the bouquet on the counter by the sink gently before walking over to the tub and sitting gently on the lip of it, gazing down at Credence before cupping his face in your hand. You watched his eyes flutter closed as he released a shaky breath and slipped further under the water. “Do you want to talk about what’s wrong, honey?”

Credence squeezed his eyes shut tighter at the term of endearment, one that he certainly didn’t deserve. “I’m a sinner.” His voiced rasped and cracked slightly from lack of use and from emotion. “She was…right. All that time, I…”

Getting up so that you could kneel by the tub instead and be closer to him, you brought your face near to his so that you could kiss his forehead and push his wet hair from his face. “Mary Lou, if she were really doing the work she said she did, would have acknowledged that we’re all sinners in the eyes of her God, Credence.”

Those beautiful eyes opened slightly so that you could see the color in them, and a tinge of hope too. “I guess… How do you know?”

You smiled gently at him, continuing to stroke your fingers through his hair. “My mother raised me on that Bible too, Credence. It may not mean so much to me anymore, but I remember the teachings. And we’re all sinners to Him. We just have to try our best. And part of trying our best is enjoying ourselves. Loving his other creations. Appreciating the life he gave us. Your mother just left those parts out to fit her own biases.”

His eyes were completely open now, looking at you with unhindered adoration and confliction. “It doesn’t mean much to me…anymore…either. Is that bad? I can… My mother’s voice… Am I wicked?”

You inhaled deeply and scratched lightly at his scalp before answering. “No, Credence. You were taught all the wrong things for a really long time by a really mean woman, and that makes it hard to let go. And there will be bad days like this one, but… You deserve the things you have, Credence. You aren’t wicked.”

He nodded at you and let his eyes fall closed again. “Thank you, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness as you realized he was still…low. You knew you couldn’t fix it, but you hated that he still had to go through this. You also knew you wouldn’t let him go through it alone. When you stood, his eyes opened again at the sound of your movements and widened as you kicked off your shoes and removed your jacket. “Do you mind if I join you, Credence?”

At his slow nod, you began taking off the rest of your clothes, blushing slightly at the pure love in his eyes. You still weren’t used to being loved so completely and reverently, especially by someone you loved just as much. You got in on the other end of the tub so that you could face him and wrapped your legs around his waist so that you could bring yourself closer to him, nearly in his lap. You cradled his face in your hands, stroking your thumbs just under his cheekbones and smiling when he let out a contented breath. “I love you so much, Credence…” You found yourself whispering.

His eyes opened again at that, just looking at you, taking you in. “I don’t know if I…deserve it.”

That hit you like a ton of bricks, right to the chest, and you simply shoved yourself forward in the water, not caring that water sloshed over the side of the tub, and pulling him into a hug, letting out a breathy, half-hearted laugh as your wet bodies slipped against one another.

Credence exhaled sharply too, but a sob followed as he finally moved his hands to clutch desperately at your back. “I love you, Y/N… I’m trying, but I…”

You pressed sloppy kisses to the slope of his neck and said, “Trying is all you can do, and it’s enough, Credence. I’m here on the bad days too. It’s us, remember?”

You pulled away as he nodded, resting your foreheads together and moving one hand to stroke his face again. “It’s us. Even… Even on bad days.”

You smiled broadly at the sound of his voice, more confident than it had been a moment before, despite its constant quiet, and moved back, gesturing for him to lean back against you. You stayed like that, his back pressed to your chest as you stroked patterns across his skin, long after the water had lost its warmth, and he wasn’t all better. Nothing had been fixed, but the more he relaxed against you, the clearer it became that good days would follow.


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Pack Your Bags

This ficlet is part of the Jamie Through the Stones AU which starts with Third Time’s the Charm.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from Turning Thirty

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Available on AO3 as Written in the Stones

This is an Outlander canon divergence AU ficlet.

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Dean Ambrose - Prompt #24

Prompt: “If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away.” - from list 2
Requested: by anon
Warnings: None
Words: 400+

Dean asked you to move in with him after you guys had been dating for just 4 months. It felt quick but when you realised you were basically living and spending all your time together on the road, it all made sense. You were moving to Vegas into Dean’s house which was weird. You were Orlando born and raised (which was great with the performance centre), your whole family was in Orlando and your friends too. Vegas there was no one, Dean’s family were in Ohio and no other WWE superstars lived in Vegas. That’s probably why Dean liked to live there, he could get some peace and quiet and have some alone time. Your parents shipped all your stuff from Orlando to Vegas and when you finally got a weekend off, you and Dean spent the weekend unpacking all your stuff. 

“How did you even have all this stuff in your tiny apartment?” Dean groaned carrying two large boxes up the stairs “What is even in these?” 

“Those ones are shoes” You said putting your clothes in the dresser 

“I thought the last box was shoes!” Dean exclaimed throwing the box down 

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Struggle -5- Suga AU

Originally posted by amayaladon

Struggle -5- Suga AU story

Parts; Masterlist, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine

Pairing; Suga x Reader

Genre; Angst, Romance, Action, AU

Word Count; 3.083

Synopsis; Seoul was swarmed with gangs and in order to protect your little brother you made sure you could protect him and yourself but one night you followed your best friend into a club, which led your right into the arms of one of the biggest gangs.



The next few days, you were revalidating, it wasn’t that you spend much time in that room but the fact that they beat you up and didn’t give you anything to keep warm, well it didn’t do anything good for your muscles. Yoongi wasn’t around much because he was taking care of business and one of those businesses was getting revenge on that bastard. Your little brother was around you all the time and the dark circles under his eyes told you that he had been awake from the moment you got abducted.

“Tae Oh, just go to bed, I’m fine, really Noona is fine.” you ruffled his hair as he was cuddling you, it was heartwarming but also sad because he had been really scared that they would’ve killed you but he should’ve known that his sister wasn’t that easy. “Can I sleep here tonight.” you shook your head because if you let him sleep in your bed now, he would never go back to his own bed.

“No, you should go to your own bed, Noona will be here when you wake up.” you gave him a kiss on his cheek and send him off, you quickly got out of bed and walked through this place to find Jin, as he was the doctor, luckily you found him fast enough. “Jin Oppa, can you give Tae OH a sleeping pill?” you asked him after you stopped him and the way he looked at you was not good, you knew there would be some scolding later on, as you were supposed to be on bedrest right now and he had told you specifically that if you didn’t listen he would tie you up.

“I do, why?”

“He hasn’t been sleeping the last couple of days and I’m worried.”

“I see, I will get one. Oh, I really need to have a word.” You sighed deeply as you saw him walking away, this could only mean one thing and that was a scolding, which you weren’t looking forward to. He returned and handed over the pill, you thanked him and walked away to give it to Tae Oh. “Here take this.” you gave him the pill and a bottle of water, which he took and not long after he took the pill, he finally fell asleep. You just sat there staring at him and felt guilty for putting him through so much. You brushed his hair from his forehead and gave him a kiss before walking out and of course, Jin was waiting for you.

“Look I know I’m supposed to stay in bed but I got restless and really I feel much better.” but Jin just shook his head. “I wasn’t going to scold you. I just wanted to tell you that you have to attend the next meeting, which will be tomorrow at 7 am.” you know you looked surprised because why would they need you to be there so early. “Where is Yoongi?”

“He is in his room.” with that he left you. You walked towards Yoongi’s room and hesitated for a bit because well you were nervous. You knocked and he actually asked you to come in, as if he knew who it was and the minute he saw you he smiled warmly, he sat behind a massive computer but he motioned for you to come closer “If you’re busy I can come another time.”

“I’m not busy.” he was a no-nonsense kind of guy, which you liked at least what you liked right now. You wanted to sit down in one of the chairs but he leaned over and pulled you on his lap, which made you stumble for a second. He immediately steadied you and pulled you down. “What’s wrong?” he was brushing away the hair from your neck and him playing with your hair made you go weak and it took a few seconds to realize he actually asked you a question. “I’m a bit bored.” you shrugged and he actually chuckled “So what can I do to change that?” his tone was suggestive and you actually punched him but he picked you up and threw you on his bed, you couldn’t do much as he immediately hovered above you, you know your face was bright red by now because you didn’t expect him doing this.

“Oppa, get off me!” this really sounded weak and Yoongi thought the same as he smiled mischievously. “I don’t want to.” You tried to push him away but to be honest, your heart wasn’t in it because this really didn’t feel wrong and you kind of hoped he would kiss you. “You know I was thinking about watching a movie, do you want to watch with me?” he was way too close and if you move forwards, you would be kissing right now and that was all you could think, Yoongi knew this and was smiling as he got of off you. He did pull you against his chest as he turned on the tv, he picked a horror movie and you couldn’t help but smile throughout the start of the movie because he thought you would easily be scared but you actually loved horror movies. It was lovely to spend some quiet time with Yoongi, it really was what you needed before everything would go crazy again and you had a feeling that, that was the case tomorrow.

You felt his lips on your forehead before you doze off and when you woke up you were alone. You sighed because it would’ve been better to wake up with him next to you but what did you expect. You got up from the bed and walked to your room and quickly got dressed in jeans and a sweater. You walked towards the meeting room where everyone was already waiting and it seemed that Yoongi was in a heated discussion with Namjoon, they were really in each other’s face but stopped talking as soon as you scraped your throat. “Morning,” you mumbled awkwardly and quickly took a seat at the table. “Thank you for coming.” you smiled at Jin and just waited for them to tell you what they wanted for you and you had a feeling it was going to be something physical. Yoongi took the seat at the head of the table and just looked angry, he wasn’t meeting your eyes, which meant something was really wrong but you didn’t know what it was.

“I will go straight to the point but the reason why we asked you to join this meeting is because we need your help.”

“What can I do for you?”

“We know you are a fighter and we need those skills, to get more dealers because we believe that you are the key to ending these street battles.”

“Me? That’s ridiculous, I’m not a superhero Namjoon.”

“We are aware of this but we do need you to act like one.”

“So what you’re saying is that I actually don’t have a choice but you are just telling me?” he nodded, you looked over at Yoongi to see what he was thinking, he was balling his fists and you knew he thought this was a stupid idea as well. “Say that I’m willing to do this, how are you going to prevent me getting hurt?”

“We will find a way.”

“Of course you will but apparently you don’t know what it means to be a fighter, there is no way you can prevent me getting hurt.”

“We do know what it means but we trust you to be good enough.” You snorted at him because he really was being delusional, thinking you were invincible.

“How many fights are we talking about and how many days will be in between?”

“It will be every day for at least a month.”

“Are you out of your damn mind?! There is no way my body is going to keep up, I need at least two days rest between fights.”

“That’s not possible.”

“Then I’m not going to help you.” the guys shared a look that told me enough “If you don’t do this we will not protect Tae Oh.”

“That’s low, why would you put his life in danger like that.”

“Because that way we know you won’t refuse.”

“Fine but you better stay out of my way from now on.” you got up and left the room, the first thing you did was punch the wall, which hurt like hell but it was the wall or Namjoon’s face. The door opened and Yoongi walked up to you but you were really not in the mood to see him or anyone else for that matter, you just had to think of a way to get out of here with Tae Oh, how stupid of you to think you were safe here.

“I know what you’re thinking but you are safe.” You snorted because didn’t he just hear Namjoon threatening your little brother. “Shut up Yoongi, I don’t want to talk to you, you made me feel safe only to betray me afterwards, you know you’re just a cowards who hides behind a woman’s skirt.” you started to walk away but he pulled you back but not for long because this time you pulled yourself free. “Don’t ever touch me again.” He looked at you as if you had slapped him in the face but this time he brought it on himself.

You walked away and retreated to your room, blocking the door with furniture, this way they couldn’t come in. You were lying on the floor, whilst they were banging on your door, first it was Yoongi, not long after it was Jimin, followed by Taehyung, they even send Jungkook and Hoseok but you just shut them out and just stared at the ceiling. There was no way for them to make this up to you, so they should just leave you alone and when it was finally quiet you got up because if you really had to fight, you had to make sure you were in the right state, which meant you had to get stronger and thus began the training, it wasn’t much but you did so much that you eventually fell down on the floor in exhaustion, only to be woken up by some really loud banging on the door. “WHAT?!”

“Today at 1 pm be ready.” it was Namjoon and you immediately got up and removed the furniture so you could open the door and as you opened it, you couldn’t maintain the anger and actually punched a surprised Namjoon straight in the face, which made him fall. “Asshole.” was all you said as you stepped over him to get something to eat and after eating you called Jimin. “Jimin, I need clothes to fight in.” he nodded hesitantly and gave them to you as he returned, it were shorts and a sports bra with a white shirt to put over it. You had your own shoes and after mentally preparing yourself you got into the car, that would bring you to the fight. You had your own time in the dressing room and after you put your hair in a bun, you started wrapping tape around your hands, they hadn’t told you who you had to fight but you were afraid that this would be against guys, which meant I had to keep a clear mind and mostly observe their moves.

“It’s time.” Namjoon brought you to the ring and your assumptions were correct, you had to fight guys, this was going to be painful and to think you had to do this every day. Yoongi wasn’t around out of safety issues, which meant you were on your own, with only Jungkook, Namjoon, and Jin as bystanders. You entered the ring and people went nuts and you could hear them putting bets on the guy, who was smirking at you because he thought he had won already, you couldn’t help but sigh as you cracked your knuckles because sadly for the guy in front of you, you would have him knock out within a few minutes, because he was much heavier than you, which meant he was slower. There was a referee but you knew how this was going to go, he was only there to start the match and to end it, this was going to be a game without rules.

The guy was really stupid because the second the whistles was blown, he threw a punch your way, which you easily avoided. He tried again but this time my fist went straight into his stomach, which made him bow over which gave you the opportunity to kick him, which you did, this made him fall over but it didn’t guarantee a win because he got up really fast and actually got in a good punch against you shoulder, you could feel the shift, when his fist collided with your arm and because you had recoiled he threw another punch, which went to your cheek and you knew it was bleeding but this time you didn’t recoil and as he tried another hit you avoided him and kicked him in his knee cavity, which made him fall on his knee and this time you didn’t give him a chance to get up because you hit him against the side of his face, which made him black-out straight away. You had to wait a few seconds before the game was over but when it was over, you didn’t wait but went straight to the locker room, to wash the blood of your face, when the guys entered.

“You did well today, make sure you prepare for tomorrow.” Namjoon walked out followed by jin and Jungkook who looked apologetic and as you quickly washed up, you walked towards the car and sat down. Your muscles were aching but they wouldn’t get much time to heal and as you walked into the house, you quickly took a look with Tae Oh and when you saw that he was already sleeping, you walked into your own room and took a long hot shower to loosen up the muscles when the bathroom door suddenly opened, you wrapped the towel around you when Yoongi appeared through the door. You still didn’t want to talk to him and just looked at him, trying to make him nervous. “Are you okay?” he was already inspecting your body for bruises, when he spotted the bruise on your shoulder, his eyes went big and he quickly approached you but you didn’t want him to touch you. “I’m fine, just leave.” you tried to pass him but he grabbed your arms, which hurt like hell and as he narrowed his eyes, you knew you had gone too far. “Stop this!” this time you weren’t backing down and as you stared him straight in the eyes, you could tell that he was taken back by your behavior. “Stop acting like a little kid.” you narrowed your eyes and flexed your muscles under his touch, he noticed this and before he knew what happened you had pulled out of his hold and actually shoved him roughly out of the way, he fell against the wall really hard and to say he was shocked was an understatement but you weren’t going to stay and see if he was okay.

“Stop acting like a kid, is he fucking kidding me?!” you were pacing through your room whilst talking to yourself because you really were angry and he was lucky that you hadn’t hit him because if you had, then he would’ve blacked out.

“You quickly put on some clothes and walked to the kitchen where you made yourself some ramen, Yoongi finally had gathered himself and entered the kitchen as well but this time he locked the door, making sure you were the only two in the room. “What are you doing?”

“I think we need to talk.”

“I don’t think we do.” he approached you and at a certain point, you were stuck between him and the fridge. “You should stop acting this way.”

“How am I acting?”

“You’re acting like a little kid who doesn’t get his way.”

“So what you’re saying is that I should be happy that I can help you guys by fighting every day?”

“No I don’t expect you to be happy about it and if it was only up to me then you wouldn’t be in this position but sadly enough, this is a team, so we vote.”

“Ah and then I just have to act as if it’s not a burden on me? Do you think I like to get hurt every day? Because I don’t, I hate fighting, the only reason I fought was because I needed the money to buy food for Tae Oh and me but now I’m fighting because you need the bait, I don’t get anything out of it except for scars.”

“We will make sure.”

“Whatever Yoongi, there is no way you can be sure I won’t get scars or worse, so don’t even bother. You know it would be nice if you guys saw me as a woman but this just proved me that you don’t think of me like that.” Something flickered in his eyes when you said that and he came even closer, making him look really dangerous and the tension grew, you could feel the butterflies in your stomach and for some reason, your eyes went to his lips, you couldn’t help it.

I will proof that I see you as a woman.” that’s when he pressed his lips against yours and if you thought this was a gentle kiss then you were wrong. His hand was sliding around your neck to hold you in place and as his tongue touched your lower lip, you gave him access, without hesitation, he pressed himself against you and your could feel everything, his rough manner felt so good that you couldn’t stop the moan that came out of your mouth and that’s when he deepened the kiss but this time he let his free hand wander down and as you felt him touch the side of your breast, your legs gave in, he had to catch you before you fell, he still kept teasing you and if he would decide to go further than this, you weren’t able to say no but for some reason he abruptly stopped.

“Is this proof enough?”



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The Office

2 teams of 6 good looking men, 1 intern, 1 receptionist and an overwhelming amount of tension and flirting.

Part Six - The Bill

Genre: CRACK | Fluff | Angst
Members: OT7
Word count: 1,502

A/N: I left y’all on quite the cliffhanger… Am I wrong? hahha. Anyways,  ARE YOU READY FOR THIS?! It’s shorter but oh my you’ll be screaming - Amelia

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Jealous/mad sex with Harry

“I hate you.” You grunt, stomping towards your front door, rage swirling into every bit of your body as the images of the night’s events replayed in your head.

“No need to lie to yourself, love.” Harry smirks as he follows you inside his house, shaking his head at your explosive behavior.

He knew it would happen. Harry knew you like the palm of his own hand and since the moment you two left the house, he knew this would be the outcome of the night - mad and angry jealousy running through your veins, the uncontrollable urge to show the world he was yours.

You two were invited to a party, but it wasn’t just a party - it was his old school reunion party. You had insisted on him going alone, not wanting to get in the way of him catching up with old childhood friends but he was adamant you went with him.

“When will I have the chance to show yeh off to my friends?!” He’d said, as you told him he could just go alone. “It’ll be fun!” He promised, as his big hands pulled you towards the old little town’s school.

But now, after a night of pulling teeth and side eying his old high school flings and having to observe him in an excruciatingly long talk with his first girlfriend, you were fuming. The fun he’d promised you was actually given to his old flames in the form of intimate hugs and exchange of their teen years memories and just about anything that would give them just one more moment of his time. You stayed - albeit wanting to leave the second Harry pointed to his first girlfriend and said “I missed you!” in a happy voice, dimpled smile widening when she threw her arms around his neck in a tight hug - and endured, smiling and offering to take pictures for every single one of his mates, including all the women.

You knew he didn’t do it on purpose - he was, indeed, the life and the light of any room he walked into. But you couldn’t help the little green monster that grunted and growled inside of you, turning your vision red with anger, every time one of them touched his arm or smiled in a flirty manner.

Harry, on the other hand, thrived in it. He knew you and he knew the girls and the flirting would rub you the wrong way. It’s not that you were a jealous person, oh no. You understood you had to share him with the world (you were well aware of it since even before you two got into a relationship) and you had no problem with it. The fans, even though sometimes a bit too touchy, were respectful and you were ok with that. Your problem were the ones that knew him and knew him very well.

Which is what brought you both to where you are now: him, looking at you from the doorway of your shared bedroom and you, fighting your clothes and the straps of your shoes as you undressed in silence, remembering every detail of it.

“Remember that time you did the candle pathway for me?” She asked him, a crinkle in her eye as they both laughed at a fond memory. “I’m sorry to say, love - you’ve got him now, but I had him first.”

And that was it. The gentle but not subtle reminder that she was there first, she had him first - that was enough to have your mind reeling into ways you could pay her back in kind for bringing it to light. She seemed unfazed by the murderous gaze you were throwing her way, all of her focus on Harry and his disheveled hair, the sliver of skin his unbuttoned shirt showed off and the rings on his hand that clinked against the glass of the crappy punch he was drinking.

He was yours. Mind, body and soul but most importantly, heart. It didn’t matter if she had him first, it didn’t matter the other girls he had in his life - you were the one that shared his bed, his house, his life, his heart and his mind. You were the one he woke up to every day and the one he went to bed with at night. You were his and he was yours and you’d be damned if someone tried to tell you otherwise.

“Don’t be so mad, love. It was all playful banter.” Harry tells you as he sits on the bed, toeing his boots away and shaking his hair. It was around his shoulders now - he’d let it grow again after the end of shooting and you were thankful to have the length of it back to curl it around your fingers (and your fingers only).

“I’ll say that the next time an old boyfriend of mine makes a move on me.” Your voice is bitter and treacherous, anger tainting every word.

“She didn’t make a move!” He laughed, reaching for you as you climbed onto your shared bed. “Love, you’re being silly.”

“Silly?” The pitch of your voice could battle any screeching pop star that has ever graced the radio with their bitter songs about love. “She made a move! She was touching your arm!”

“That doesn’t mean anyth-” Harry started but he never got to finish it. He knew he was testing your limits with the jokes but he didn’t quite understand the extent of your jealousy - it was blinding.

You’re straddling his hips before he knows it, hands pushing against his now naked chest until he’s flopped back against the mattress, hair a mess against the pristine sheets and a look of bewilderment on his green eyes.

You’re working quick fingers on the belt that holds his jeans on his hips, the button and zipper opening with a loud noise before you’re raising up on your knees and scooting down until you can pull his pants away from his body. Your nails are raking against the creamy and toned skin of his thighs and you can see the muscles on his stomach and legs taut against his goosebump covered skin. His hands are on the air as if he’d just surrendered, his eyes locked to every movement you make as you reach for his boxers and palm him through the fabric.

“You’re mine.” You whisper, voice soft but definitive, leaving no doubts about your intentions and what’s the meaning behind all this. “No one else’s.”

He doesn’t say a word but his eyes roll back when he feels your tongue licking at his length over the fabric of his boxers. He’s getting hard under your touch, the grip of your fingers unrelenting and the teasing licks that make his skin burn even through the fabric, enough to make him strain against the confines of his underpants. You pull it down, leaving it to hang from his ankle that’s hanging out the end of the bed and wrap your fingers around his cock - the pale skin in contrast with the pink head of it enough to make your mouth water and your core soaked.

“Doesn’t matter who was your first.” You mumble before sponging kisses up and down the length of him, tongue licking the warm taut skin and suckling on him until he’s wet and hard as a rock on your hand, a blush creeping up Harry’s chest to his neck and his face as he looks down at you. “I’ll be your last.”

Your lips wrap around his pink head and you spare no time to breathe before you’re sinking down on him, a startled sound coming out of his wine stained lips, his knees jerking up beside your head.

“Fuck, love!” It’s surprised, an exclamation filled with adoration for the eagerness of your lips and tongue. You’re sucking and hollowing your cheeks, pulling up on him until only the head is in your mouth, your tongue licking at the little slit like he’s your favorite flavored lolly - the strawberry ones, pink and savory, just like him. Pre-cum is leaking and you can taste the bittersweet of him on your tongue, the sudden stimulation getting him riled up a lot faster than usual.

You’re dripping - thighs pressing together to stop the dull ache between your legs, your skin clammy and body aching for his touch. Harry’s hands are tangled in your hair just like yours tangle to his when he’s between your legs - he’s pulling at it and you welcome the sting in your scalp, a great reminder that you’re the one who’s making him feel good, you’re the one that has him dripping and hard and moaning under you.

“You love having m'cock in your mouth don’t yeh?” He asks and you moan around in confirmation, eyes closing as you push him further down your throat, bobbing your head slowly, In a maddening pace. He’s stuttering between a curse and your name before he pulls you up, your eyes burning with want and determination as he makes you look at him, pulling your hair until you’re tilting your head and looking him straight in the eyes. “Yeh want to prove something?” He quirks an eyebrow, breathing deeply to try and calm his racing heart as well as his raging cock.

“You’re mine.” You repeat yourself and you know you’re blushing but you don’t care. You want him well aware of it. “I’m the only that knows you and what you like.” You’re crawling up his body, straddling his square hips, your mouth swollen and red from having him in your mouth, the slight ache in your jaw enough to remind of you of the heaviness and the taste of him still very much present on your tongue. “I’m the only one that can make you cum until you cry…” The memory of it flashes before his eyes and he shudders as well as you, the feeling and intensity never really erased from your bodies or your minds.

Harry is leaning up, hands pressing against the bedsheets to hold himself upright, his neck straining so he can reach your lips.

“Am I?” He asks, referring to the first question that left your lips, his own plush and pink ones brushing against yours as he speaks. “Are you? The only one? Yeh sure, love?” He’s teasing and you know it but you can’t help the jealousy that’s still making your tummy feel weird and your heart squeeze inside your chest and your veins burn with it.

“I am.” You assure him, your hands reaching for his curls and pulling at them until you’re kissing, angry meeting of mouths, your tongue dipping inside his mouth, the taste of the awful punch present on his tongue. You want to erase the night completely - erase it from his lips, from his eyes, from his mind. You want to erase every girl that wasn’t you and every touch and kiss that wasn’t yours.

The ripping sound of fabric doesn’t startle you at all as your panties leave your body, Harry’s fingers having ripped it to shreds, too impatient to wait. Your shirt is next and he has you bare, hair wild and eyes locked on his as you pump his cock a few times and position him against your entrance, no need for any preamble, your center drenched with the sounds he’d made while you touched him. You sink down at once, a deep and animalistic rumble coming from him as well as you at the feeling of your tight walls enveloping him.

“Does it feel good? Huh?” You ask, arms tight around his neck, your forehead touching and your eyes rolling back at the sensation. Your bodies are glued together, touching at every piece of naked skin possible, your clit bumping his pubic bone as you roll against him, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.

“Feels s-so good.” Harry’s hands are gripping your thighs, moving you against him in a way that has him seeing stars.

You push against his chest until his back is against the mattress again and you bounce - a quick, rhythmic movement that has you sliding up until only the pink head of him is snug inside you before you slide down again until he’s all the way in. Harry’s eyes are glued to where you’re connected, his mouth open in awe and his usually bright green eyes are now dark and lustful.

“You’re so fuckin’ good t'me…” He sighs and reaches to thumb at your clit. You shudder, the feeling of him hitting every spot inside of you paired with the quick flick of his thumb too good for your body to take lightly.

“Your cock is mine.” You moan and circle your hips once, twice, reaching behind you to cup his balls in your hands. He’s seeing white as you tighten your walls around him and tug gently at his balls, his hands slapping the side of your bum in reflex. You laugh, head tilting back and you roll forward, the unrelenting wave like motion of your hips enough to make him buck up inside you. “Is it mine?” You ask, your free hand reaching down to play your clit.

He’s flushed red, eyes in slits as he looks at you, pleasure filling every inch of his body. You feel snug and wet and warm and tight, so tight - just right for him. Perfect for him, like a puzzle piece. He wants to lean up and take one of your nipples in his mouth, he wants to fuck you until you’re crying out but he knows you need this. You need the reassurance that you, only you, can make him loose his mind.

“It’s yours, baby. F-fuck, it’s fuckin’ yours, I’m all yours.” His voice is choppy and rough, a deep gravel that’s characteristically of his when he’s this deep inside of you, feeling like he’s lost in you. You can feel him in your tummy, filling you up and touching the deepest spot inside of you, that one that makes you shake and shudder and cry out his name in a breathy moan. “My cock is yours, I’m yours.” He tells again and you nod, rolling against him over and over again.

“’S my cock. You’re m-my boy, my man, my Harry.” You’re rambling now, too lost in your pleasure but you have a purpose and you need it to finish this.

“C'mon love, make me cum.” He tells you and you sit up, hands pressing against his chest as you start to bounce quickly and hard, his hips pushing up and finding yours in a mind numbing pace until your name is the only thing he knows. He fucks up into you until he’s cumming in quick spurts, coating your walls. He’s trembling and mumbling incoherent sentences and you’re still rolling against him in search of your own release. He reaches down, even in the middle of his haze and thumbs at your clit until your orgasm rips through you, your thighs shaking against his sides and your walls clenching and tightening around him before you tumble on top of his spent body.

“What-” Harry starts, breathless and dazed, his eyes glinting with post orgasm bliss. “What was that?” He’s incredulous, his big hands caressing up and down your back.

“No one’s gonna steal you from me.” You shake your head before you leave kisses across his tattooed chest. “You’re mine.” You’re repeating yourself but it’s a need - you need to know he is yours, no matter his past or his future. Right now, he’s yours and if it depends on you, he’ll always be.

“No worries, love. Yeh stuck with me for a long time…”

Sherlock x reader

A/N: Hope you like this! This is the Sherlock BBC one I mentioned before(If I did?) I hope I got the characters portrayed okay, as it;s my first time writing them really.

btw (c/n) is cat’s name.

The thunder outside rumbled on as the residents of 221B Baker St. relaxed into their day in. It was Friday evening and although no cases had sprung up all week, Sherlock seemed alright with that. Honestly, John bet he would crash any minute now.
So far, though, the consulting detective has been calm about the matter. He was currently seated in his chair, a small book in his hands. John sat across from him with his laptop, scrolling through the news in hopes or anything springing up in case his best friend started getting antsy.

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Twerk It | Theo Raeken Imagine

pairings: theo raeken x reader

warnings: twerking.

a/n: don’t even ask how I came up with this idea.

“Why are the three of you smiling so weirdly?” You asked.

“Nothing.” Lydia smirked at Malia and Kira who were both grinning wildly.

“There’s something you hiding from me and I want to know what.” You huffed.

“You’ll find out later.” Kira said.

“Can you at least tell me what it’s about?” You groaned.

Lydia exchanged some looks with the two of them before looking back at you. “Your birthday.”

“I told you guys I didn’t want anything.”

“Don’t worry we didn’t buy you anything, yet. But it’s a surprise and you’ll find it out later.”

“I’m starting to doubt my trust in you three.”

“Oh don’t worry you’ll love it.” Lydia smiled at Malia and Kira causing you to roll your eyes before making your way to your next class.

The rest of your day went by quite smoothly that is until you got a text from Lydia.

From: Lyds

meet me at my house at 4 and bring booty shorts and a sports bra

From: Y/N

what y?

From: Lyds

none of your business just come over ok?

From: Y/N

fine

A couple minutes later and you phone binged again.

From: Lyds

oh and bring also water, sport shoes and a hair tie.

From: Y/N

👍

After putting all the stuff Lydia said in a bag you changed your clothes and relaxed for a little while until you needed to make your way over to Lydias.

When you got there you saw your three friends smiling cheekily at the front door.

“So? Why am I here?”

“Well we’d like to tell you but we can’t” Kira said.

“And we also kind of need you to wear this.” Malia said holding up a blindfold.

“Can I trust you?” You asked.

“No but you will anyway.” Lydia smirked before putting the blindfold on you.

“Wait I’ll lead you to the car.” Lydia said grabbing your arm in hers and leading you slowly to her car, Malia and Kia on her heels.

“Can you please go slower I can’t see.” You pleaded.

“Y/N calm down we’re at the car.” Lydia said opening the car door.

“Ow!” You said as you accidentally banged your head on the roof of her car.

“sorry.” Lydia giggled as she helped you into the passenger seat before closing the door and walking over to the drivers seat and turning on the ignition to start driving.

“Can any of you tell me where we’re going?” You pleaded after a while.

“Nope.” Lydia said causing you to groan.

The four of your kept driving for about 15 minutes, occasionally listening to some music to pass the time.

“We’re here.” Lydia chimed gladly.

“Thank god.” You sighed.

“Can I take this off now?” You asked.

“Yes.” Kira said.

Taking the blindfold off you see a dance studio in front of you.

“Where are we?” You turned to them.

“At your first birthday present.” Lydia smirked.

“Which is?”

“A twerking class.” Malia smirked.

“You can’t be serious..” You chuckled.

The three of them kept their glares and smirks at you.

“Okay so you are serious.”

“Yep, and we’re gonna go in and have fun. Come on!” Lydia smiled as you chuckled before the four of you went inside. After getting dressed you all stepped into the studio where the instructor waited for you.

“You must be Sarah.” Lydia smiled at the instructor as they both shook hands.

“Yes.” She chuckled. “So who’s the birthday girl?”

“That’d be me.” You smiled.

“Y/N right?” She shook your hand.

“Yes.“

“Okay so should we start the class?” Sarah asked.

“Yeah!” Malia, Lydia and Kira said excitedly causing you to chuckle.

“So let’s spread out, Y/N you can come next to me.” Sarah said as you stood beside her, Lydia, Malia and Kira standing behind you two; All of you facing the mirror.

“So we are gonna start with the basics, We are going to spread your legs into a second position and lean a little forward with out hands resting on our knees.” Sarah instructed as we followed her instructions.

“Next we are going to pop our hip out and arch our back. Then you’re going to push your hip back in. That’s the basic twerking move.”

Malia quickly got the hang of it but Kira was struggling a bit causing all of you to laugh a bit at her attempts.

Over the course of the class Sarah taught you all different moves and eventually a short choreography.

While you and Malia were going over the choreography with Sarah Lydia and Kira went over to get a drink and check their phones.

While Lydia was checking her snapchat a bright idea came to mind when she saw you and Malia going over the routine to the music Sarah put on. As you were dancing she videotaped you captioning it: “Celebrating this little twerkers birthday 😘🎉”.

“Look.” Lydia said showing Kira the video.

“Wow she looks good here.” Kira said taking Lydias phone in her hands to get a better look.

“I’ll put it on my story.” She smirked.

“Actually..” She started.

“What?” Kira groaned knowing very well Lydia was planning something.

“I’ll send it to Theo too.” She said hitting the send button.

“She’s gonna be pissed.”

“Y/N? I’m waiting to see how Theo’ll react.” She smirked.

“What are you guys doing?” You said approaching them as you took your water bottle from your bag.

“Oh nothing, but look how good you look here.” Lydia said showing you the video she took of you.

“Huh I actually don’t look that bad.” You smiled.

“Did you send it to someone?” you asked giving her phone back.

“Well I sent it to my story and Theo.” She said putting her phone back in her bag.

“You what?!” You said choking on your water.

“Lydia he’s gonna freak.” You groaned.

“No he’s not, come on let’s go back in.” She said pushing you towards the door as you shook your head slightly.

After finishing your class Sarah wished you a happy birthday and gave you a free class as a gift, once you were al dressed up Lydia dropped you all off at your houses; of course they all wished you a good night before you went back into your house.

Since it was still quite early and your parents were out for dinner you decided to call Theo to come over, of course after you showered and dressed in comfier clothes.

Your phone lit up with a positive response from Theo and just 20 minutes late he was there in front or your front door.

“Hey.” You smiled giving him a small kiss as he walked in.

“So how was your birthday bash little twerker.” He teased as he laid on your bed.

“Ugh you saw that.” You  groaned as you flopped on the bed next to him.

“Yup, didn’t know my girl could move like that.” He smirked as he dragged his hand across your waist.

“Come on I’m not that good.”

“Babe are you kidding me, I would kill to see you dance like that for me.”

You bit your lip in attempt to hide your smile as you looked at him.

“What?” He chuckled noticing something was on your mind.

“It’s stupid.”

“No it’s not come on.”

“What would you think about a private show?” You asked softly before biting your lip again. Just at your statement your saw his eyes widen and the smirk on his lips grow even bigger.

“You’d be willing to do that for me?”

“Well yeah you know just showing you the dance she taught us and stuff.”

“Well if you really want to I’m not complaining.”

“Okay.” You giggled as you got up and started walking towards your phone to put on the music.

“But I think it would look much better in the outfit you wore in what Lydia sent me.” He said sitting up on your bed and resting backwards on his hands.

Seriously? What you people have with booty shorts and sports bras today?” You groaned as you walked over to your bag to take out your clothes before walking to the bathroom to change.

“Damn.” Theo said biting his lip when you walked out.

“Stop it.” You giggled as your cheeks started to turn pink.

“Okay.” You started after turning the music on and stepping in front of him.

“She taught us a couple basic moves but that’s boring so I’ll just get to the fun part.” You smirked.

Even through out the little show you put on for him you kept giggling at his reactions. And just as you stood up from the basic position you felt Theo wrapping his ams around your waist pulling you closer to him causing another set of giggles to fall from your lips.

“I love it when you dance like that for me.” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“But it’s the first time I’ve ever done that.” You said turning to face him.

“Yeah but it’s definatly not the last.” He said giving you another passionate kiss.

“Don’t sound so smug.”

“You love me though.” He smirked pulling you against his chest.

“Always.”

My Princess - Wonho Mafia AU (chapter 9 smut)

Warning: SMUT

Character profiles   Chapter 1    Chapter 2    Chapter 3    Chapter 4   Chapter 5    Chapter 6   Chapter 7   Chapter 8

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Y/N’S POV [February 14. 7:00 pm]

“Let’s run away”

I looked at him in shock, “Are you crazy?!” I whispered loudy.

He looked at me, his eyes never leaving me. “Y/n you’re the best thing that has happened to me, I don’t want to loose you. Please come with me, I can make you happy, you don’t have to marry Kihyun… You can marry me. Not now but whenever you’re ready but please just let’s run away.”

By now I felt like my heart was about to burst out of my chest any second now. I’ve never felt like this for anyone before and I probably won’t for decades. I cleared my throat, “Alright let’s run away.” He got closer to me and began to explain the plan.


WONHO’S POV [8:30 pm]

Adrenaline ran through my body as I held one of y/n’s hand while I used the other to drive. Escaping has too hectic but we managed to do it, only Shownu knows where were heading, after all he’s the only one I can trust. The boys promised to keep her dad distracted at least until midnight to give us an advantage. Y/n was quietly sitting next to, she hadn’t said much since the car ride began. She didn’t know what to expect and neither did I.

Currently I was heading to my old home, the place I used to live before I joined the business. No one knew about, neither did the boys. It was almost 5 hours away from y/n’s house which was great, it gave us a better change of not being found.

Y/N’S POV [1:45 am]

I woke up to someone lightly shaking me, where we already here? Quietly and still half asleep I managed to get out with the help of Wonho’s help. Quickly we rushed inside, the car was parked inside the garage for safety. I looked around, “where are we?” I whispered. 

“My old house, no one knows about it so we should be here…” He says as he sets my backpack down. It was clean, maybe he hired someone to keep it clean. Gently he took my hand and lead me to the bedroom I began to feel nervous, I never shared a room with a guy before… He didn’t seem to notice since didn’t say anything. 

We took off our shoe and sweaters and then headed to change into the comfortable clothes we managed to bring with us. Once I was done I walked back to the bedroom, there he was, shirtless. Oh god help me. I tried my best o not look, I knew I would blush if I did but it wasn’t easy to keep my eyes to myself. Slowly I sat down on the corner of my bed and braided my hair. When I was done I got under the sheets with Wonho. 


WONHO’S POV

I gently pulled her body closer to mine, I couldn’t believe it, she was officially all mine. With the palm of my I rubbed her back softly, no reaction. “Are you okay?” I finally broke the silence. She nodded, was that all? With my finger I lifted her chin so she was looking at me. “Everything’s going to be okay, I promise.” I leaned down and kissed her. She kissed back and little by little the kiss began to get heated.

My hands began to wander, they shouldn’t but they couldn’t help themselves, they were curious. I stopped and pulled away from the kiss, I didn’t want to pressure her into anything. 

Is this okay or should I stop?”

“It’s okay”, she says with a blushing forming on her cheeks.

I let out a chuckle and kissed her again but this time with more passion and love. A soft moan left her and with that I took advantage, my tongue slided into her mouth. I placed my hands on her hips and moved to place her on top of me with breaking the kiss. My hands then began to go lower and lower, she was addictive and I needed more.

Take it off” she said between kisses, without hesitation I removed her short shorts and began to feel her, a moan left me just thinking about what was going to happen tonight. Together we threw the sheets off us, I flipped us over so I was on top, My lips left hers and began to make their way to her neck, I began to mark her. The way she moaned only turned me on. 

I pulled away to see my creating, “perfect” I smiled at her. My hands made their way under her shirt to only pull it off. By now she was only in her bra and panties, she looked gorgeous, from head to toe. “You’re a piece of art.” I complimented. She blushed, man I love doing that. 

I moved to slide down my sweats, a bulge clearly showing through my boxer. She blushed again as she saw the size of my member. “It’s all yours princess” I informed her. Slowly she nodded, I removed everything she had left, she got closer and began to shyly remove my boxer. 

She’s brave, I love it. Once she saw the actually size her facial expressions changed. Maybe it was her first time, “don’t worry princess it’s not going to hurt a lot..” I laid her down on her back and with my fingers I began to rub her, she seemed in complete pleasure, I wanted her to be ready before I entered her. When she was wet enough I hovered over her. “Ready?” I asked softly.

On her cue I slowly entered her, I cursed of how tight she was. Her nails began to dig into my back, she was going to leave scratches behind but I didn’t care. After all I was completely hers. When she was adjusted to my size I began to thrust gently into her, moans leaving the both of us. She felt amazing around me. I wanted her to feel the same pleasure as I did. 

Carefully I leaned to kiss her as I continued to thrust. Soon her walls began to tighten around me, causing a curse to leave me. I picked up the pace until she reached her high, soon after I reached my own. I pulled away and laid down next to her, I covered us with the sheets and let her cuddle into my side. There was much to go on the next day.


They did run away and did the deed! What do you guys think is going to happen to them after her father finds out that their gone? Let me know, feedback is always very much appreciated!

*Miri*

More soulmate AU bc I do what I want and an anon asked for it

part 1 | part 2

  • Percy has been considering telling Annabeth that he wants to kiss her for a few weeks now, but you know, things keep coming up. 
  • It isn’t like they haven’t talked before. Annabeth is Percy’s soulmate. They have talked about their dream house (Annabeth’s dream house, really, Percy just added a pool to it and they called it even) and how many kids they want (at least 2) and what they are going to do when they finished college. 
  • They talk a lot. They only thing that they haven’t talked about is the fact that Percy is going to die if he doesn’t kiss her. 
  • (Not really, but she is so fucking perfect, it’s driving him crazy, okay?)
  • He was going to tell her on their “date” tonight, when he picked her up for dinner after he got out of practice, but you know, he ends up in the hospital instead. 
  • It isn’t really that big of a deal–he was running on the treadmill earlier and he might have accidentally forgotten to eat lunch and he passed out. Of course, he hit his head on the way down, so there was this really gross bruise on the side of his face. If Annabeth had even wanted to kiss him before, she probably doesn’t want to now. 
  • She’s still in class too, so he hasn’t gotten to talk to her yet. She is going to kill him for being an idiot. 

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Jinyoung Imagine - Cinderella

Do I really have to go to this stupid party of your boyfriend’s?“ You asked your best friend, (F/N).
"Okay, first of all, he’s not my boyfriend, he’s just a guy I’ve been seeing and second of all, yes! Of course you have to come with me! And don’t act like you’d have anything productive to do if you didn’t go,” she replied.
“Well actually…”
“A new series on Netflix doesn’t count.”
“Never mind then,” you sighed, “I guess I’ll go get changed then.” You walked through the shared apartment into your bedroom and flicked through the clothes hanging up until you came across a black dress that hadn’t been worn in a while; it had a form fitting bodice with a skater skirt that fell about mid-thigh. You grabbed a pair of chunky heels and left your hair in its usual state before applying a little extra eyeliner and putting on a deep red lipstick. You walked back through the apartment to where (F/N) was waiting for you.
“Damn girl, you look good!” She said, “you’re definitely gonna get some guys wanting to dance with you tonight.”
You blushed a little at her compliment and said, “oh please, I doubt anyone will give me a second glance, let alone want to dance with me.”
“Seriously?! Everyone will want to dance with you - I definitely would!”
“Aish, let’s just go, yeah?”

About 20 minutes later, the two of you arrived at the mansion where the party was being held. The thud of music could be heard from outside and bright lights shone from the windows. An uneasy feeling set in your stomach at the thought of it all.
“Don’t worry, (Y/N). You’ll be fine. If it’ll make you feel better, we’ll leave at midnight, okay?”
“Yeah sure. I’ll meet you out here at midnight.”
“Great. Now let’s go!” You both made your way up the steps and into the double doors of the mansion. It was so lavishly decorated and filled with masses of people.  

Shortly after arriving, you found the owner of the mansion and host of the party, Jaebum
“(F/N)! You made it!” The two hugged and he pecked her cheek. He then turned to look at you, “And you’re (Y/N) I presume?”
“Yep, that’s me. You’re Jaebum right? (F/N)’s boyfriend but not boyfriend,” You responded, shaking his hand. 
He chuckled lightly at your comment, “That would be me. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d love to steal her for a dance.”
“Go for it,” you said to him as he took (F/N)’s hand.
“See you later, (Y/N),” (F/N) called out to you as she and Jaebum walked out to the centre of the dance floor. You squeezed my way through the crowds to where the drinks were, hoping to not attract too much attention to yourself. After you had poured yourself a glass of a coral pink liquid, you stood at the edge of room, admiring the amount of people dancing in the room.
“It’s kind of overwhelming isn’t it, seeing so many people?” A tall stranger with dark brown hair said from next to you. Damn, he was attractive. Like, really really attractive.
“Yeah it is, I don’t know how people can go to loads of these parties.”
“It’s not too bad once you get used to it,” he said as he took a sip from his drink.
“I suppose. After all this is my first party in a mansion like this,” you laughed from beside him.
“The best way to deal with it all, I’ve found, is to dance with a tall and handsome stranger.”
“Oh really? Well let’s find you one then,” you teased, winking at him.
“Hmm, maybe. But I think I’m more in the mood for a girl in a black dress with beautiful hair like yours,” his hand caressed your hair as he looked into your eyes, captivating you. His hand moved to yours and he led you onto the dancefloor, spinning you around.

When the song ended, he whispered into your ear, “Follow me.” Curious as to where he would take you, you followed him out into the gardens. He walked towards a wall with flowers growing over it.
“Why are we here?” You asked him feeling very confused. He didn’t answer and instead pushed against the wall. Your mouth opened in shock as it opened to reveal a little clearing filled with beautiful flowers and a wooden swing.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He asked as he closed the secret door behind you. He strode over to the swing, motioning for you to sit down. You sat on the swing and let him push you. The two of you were laughing like young children as you swung back and forth.

Both of you spent hours talking until you were interrupted by a text from (Y/F/N).

“I have to go, my friend is waiting for me,” you said, jumping up from the wooden bench you and the guy had sat on. 
“You’re going to just leave? Can’t I at least give you my number?”
“But I don’t even know your name,” you said, quickly walking to the door. 
“It’s Jinyoung. Please, I’ve never felt like this about a girl before. Something about you fascinates me.”
“I’m already late. I can’t keep her waiting. I’m sorry,” you said before opening the large door and sprinting out and in the direction of the front gate. 
“Wait! Come back!” You heard Jinyoung shout. You kept on running but shouted back, “I can’t! We’ll see each other again, I promise. But I can’t leave her waiting.” You heard him stop running and looked back with a tear in your eye. You hated to have to leave him like this but knew you couldn’t keep (Y/F/N) waiting, especially after you were the one stopping her from staying. When you reached her and got into the taxi, you recounted every last detail of the story. 
“Oh my god, this is like a fairytale!” She said excitedly, squealing a little.
“I can’t believe it all happened. It feels like a dream.”
“Do you think you’ll ever see him again?” She asked you as you both arrived back home and paid the taxi driver.
“I have no idea. I hope so but what are the chances?”
“Every that’s happened has been like a fairytale so maybe another little miracle will happen!”
“Haha, maybe.”
“Oh, I forgot the tell you earlier. Jaebum is coming over tomorrow and I think he’s bringing a friend of his,” (Y/F/N) said to you as she took off her shoes and sank down onto the sofa. 
“Cool, why’s he bringing a friend with him?” You asked as you sat beside her.
“Because I may have mentioned that you’ve been single for a while..”
“Really? God, he probably thinks I’m desperate!”
“Well…”
“Oh shut up, you. I’m going to bed to dream of that guy from the party. Night.”

When morning came, you got dressed into some casual clothes and put on a small amount of makeup. Walking into the living room you saw (Y/F/N) tidying up. 
“Well that’s a rare sight. You never clean,” you teased as you leant against the doorframe.
“I don’t want Jaebum to think I’m a messy person. Is that such a bad thing?”
“But you are a messy person.”
“Yes but he doesn’t need to know that yet. Anyway, I want to leave a good first impression on his friend.”
“Sure,” you replied sarcastically as a knock sounded at the door, “speaking of, I’d say they’re here to see how tidy you are.” (Y/F/N) ignored your teasing comment and went to open the door. You heard their voices coming from the hallway and recognised one as Jaebum and the other you knew but couldn’t put a name to it. When they walked into the room, you realised who it was. Jinyoung. The look of shock on his face when he saw you proved that he hadn’t expected to see you when he turned around the corner. He ran up to you and hugged you, picking you up and spinning around.
“Oh my god, I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he said, still in awe. 
“Me neither but I’m so happy we did.”
“You know, you never told me your name last night.”
“(Y/N),” you said quickly before kissing him passionately. When the two of you broke apart, you looked to see (Y/F/N) and Jaebum’s smug faces.
“Did you know?” You asked.”
“We were texting last night and I told Jaebum that you’d found some mystery man and spent hours with him and he said his friend had found some girl and taken her to a secret alcove in the gardens. When we realised, I told him to bring Jinyoung so the two of you could meet,” she explained as Jaebum snaked his arm around her waist. 
“Wow, are you two going out or staying here?” You asked, immediately wanting to spend some time alone with Jinyoung.
“We’ll go out so the two of you can spend some quality time together,” Jaebum said as he winked at you both.
“See you later you two,” (Y/F/N) added as they left the apartment. 
“Now that we’re alone, we should pick up from last night,” Jinyoung said as his arms circled your waist, holding you close to him.
“That sounds perfect, Jinyoung.”

Wolves and Witches (Part 4)

A/N: Here is Part 4 of Wolves and Witches. It’s a really slow story but it’ll get to the good stuff eventually. I hope you enjoy this part even though it is still a build up :)

Description : It was pack tradition that if you were destined to be with someone you would be taken to them four weeks after birth. True Mates were taken very seriously in the pack and if you had one the oracle would tell the Mother who and where to find them. That is how I found myself outside an Omega Woman’s house while it was pouring down.

I hoped she liked me.

Pairing : Castiel x Reader

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Warnings: nothing really, I mean there’s some mild scary Cas and someone pees their pants but that’s about it.

Word Count : 2822

Other Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9 Part 10Part 11, Part 12, Part 13Part 14Part 15

Tagging:@themajestictimelord,@deaththekidwantsyou,@aingealmilis,@sortaathief,@winchestermogernsternholmes, @winchesterforever12, @d4rzill4


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Originally posted by rocoluna

So it turns out moody teenager Castiel was the worst of them all. He was always grumpy, had an attitude to match Dean’s (and that’s saying something because he was a dick at times), nothing was good enough for him anymore, he tried to push my buttons by ordering me around (Yeah I know, the punk kid tried to order me around! Stupid Alpha dominance!) and to top it all he had a sex drive now so he popped a boner at literally anything and he had no idea how to get rid of it so he just sat there with it uncomfortably. He did get better with the personal space but only a little. He’d still hug me anytime he could and when he had a boner it made things very uncomfortable because hey! I’m an Omega and any Alpha with a boner pressed against you is gunna give you some kind of arousal. Also wet dreams. He still refused to have his own room so I had to deal with when he had a wet dream. Not nice to wake up in sticky cum especially when he hugs you all night so it’s only on you! Cum was used as a scent marker too so for the rest of that day I’d smell like him and it was very distracting. He seemed pleased though and that just frustrated me further. 

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Stressed

Originally posted by skatexgilinsky

a/n;  that gif ohmygosh, he’s so cute I can’t deal with it

Word Count: 669

Pairing: Jack Gilinsky X Reader


Y/N’s P.O.V

I let out a sigh as I sat down to start folding laundry, the simple little task adding to my stress tremendously. My stomach let out a small noise reminding me that I never ate lunch because I still haven’t gone grocery shopping. I would ask Jack to stop and pick up some stuff but he never gets the right stuff. 

My phone buzzed with a reminder to set my alarm for tomorrow morning, not wanting to be late to work again. I jumped when my phone started ringing, awaking me from my almost asleep state. “Hello.” I said into the phone, “Hey, baby.” Jack replied, I smiled softly. “What are you doing?” I asked confused, he should still be at the studio. 

“We finished early so I’m on my way home.” He answered, “Okay, I’m about to go grocery shopping so I probably won’t be here when you get home.” I told him as I finished folding the last of the clean clothes. He hummed in return, “Okay.” He said, “I’ll see you later, bye babe.” I said trying to end the phone call so I could get going. “Bye babe.” He replied before hanging up. 

I  rushed upstairs with the basket of folded clothes, I set them down and grabbed something replacing my lounge clothes with it. I went downstairs grabbing my purse and putting some shoes on before walking out the door. 

“Have a good day.” I smiled to the cashier, pushing the full cart towards my car to put the groceries in there. Finishing quickly I put the cart in it’s spot and got in my car starting the short drive home. 

I let out a breath of relief seeing Jack’s car in the driveway. I went to the front door opening it, “Babe, can you help me bring these inside?” I called into the house, I heard his footsteps moments later, “Hi babe.” He greeted me with a kiss. “Hi.” I mumbled in return before going to grab stuff out of the trunk. He gave me a weird look before coming to help. 

I set down the last of the bags that happened to have all the glass items and went to turn around when I froze as the bag fell to the floor. That’s when I lost it, I let out a sob as I looked at another mess I have to clean. “Y/N! Baby!” Jack said rushing in, he looked at the broken glass jars and came over to me carefully, “Are you okay? Did you get cut?” He asked looking me over. 

I shook my head covering my mouth with my hands in attempts to muffle my sobs. He moved me out of the kitchen and away from the glass before speaking again. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked me gently moving my hands off of my mouth. 

“I’m so tired! My boss is such a jerk, all I ever do is clean this house and I hardly see you anymore! I’m just so stressed.” I let out as I held onto him like my life depended on it. He wrapped his arms around me instantly. He ran his fingers through my hair with one hand well the other rubbed my back, “I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy, I hate your boss if he’s a jerk and I’m sorry you always have to do everything.” He said quietly.

I nodded into his chest, still crying softly. “Don’t cry please, you know I hate when you’re sad.” He murmured moving back to look at my face, his thumbs wiping away any stray tears. “It’s okay, everything’s going to get better, I promise, baby girl.” He told me as I looked at him, I nodded closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “Better?” He asked smiling softly at me, “Better.” I confirmed. 

“I love you, Jack.” I told him, he gave me a big smile, teeth and all. “I love you more, princess.” He replied kissing my forehead. 

You’re a Natural

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Pairing: WinchestersxReader
Word count: 1,711
Tagging: @nerdflash @faegal04 @damalseer @i-am-not-a-freak @craftersdust @vika-hiddles @mein1928  @panic-everywhereabouteverything @thisistheonly-nameleft @poemwriter98

Part 1 of You’re a Natural


Witches.

Now you totally understood why Dean hated them. You were currently running from a pretty nasty one. How the hell was she that fast? She didn’t look anywhere close to fit! You were getting warn out. You chanced a look behind you, causing you to run smack into her chest.

Looking up, you were breathing heavy. You could faintly hear the boys yelling for you. She had managed to capture you, which meant you didn’t have any weapons on you.

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THE ROYALS SENTENCE STARTERS ( contains spoilers )

S03E01  →  ‘ Together With Remembrance of Ourselves ’

  • ______, you hideous little snake. Open the door.
  • I thought I smelled you — the Queen’s personal bouquet of spite and vagina.
  • Long live King/Queen ______!
  • Maybe I could arrange a little service call for Your Majesty.
  • The people decided and justice was served.
  • Is this a bad time to talk, or should I text you?
  • You can endorse condoms, or lubricant. Perhaps a firearm.
  • Your Majesty, the pig has left the pen.
  • This place is weird.
  • Whatever you’re doing, I’m here you know?
  • Don’t freeze me out, you dork.
  • I’m holding /you/ responsible.
  • Is this what passes for romance these days?
  • Well, you can’t spell passion without ‘ass’ can you?
  • That smells like a whore house the next morning, and one of the whores has a yeast infection.
  • Well, I’m not their role model or their personal stylist. I just do what I do, and they should, too.
  • People look up to you. They like your style, your confidence.
  • I’m not that confident.
  •  I’ve decided to forgive you.
  • Have some Froot Loops. They’re the gateway drug to Apple Jacks.
  • You really are a hideous little backstabber, aren’t you?
  • No, I’m more than happy to stab you in the front.
  • Jeez, if looks could kill, you’d be your mother.
  • Unzip me.
  • I suppose I should ask you in advance if there’s anything you won’t do, anything you dislike.
  • I’m at Your Majesty’s pleasure.
  • I like a take charge sort of guy/girl — rough me up a bit, don’t be shy.
  • Hiding below ground like vermin. Appropriate.
  • This is the home of the Royal family, for Christ’s sake. How is it that people just gallivant about as if it’s a god damn free for all?
  • I’m the King/Queen of England. I don’t do my own wet work.
  • Every man has their price.
  • I didn’t bring you here to strike a deal. I brought you here to poison you.
  • But you got dressed, waited for me to ask you out — which I did — and now you’re telling me that you have plans?
  • “ Don’t give up on me.
  • I won’t. Ever.
  • It’s not everyday that royalty greets you with their presence, even if they do look like shit.
  • You should see the other guy.
  • Clothes are life. Clothes, shoes, bags, makeup — it’s all life.
  • People like you, Princess/Prince. People like you and… so do I.
  • So, a pack of wild dogs dragged you through the streets? That’s what you’re going with?
  • I thought about you a lot, and I should have done more for you.

anonymous asked:

do you have arya and robb headcanons ? :(

My buddy my pal my dude not only do I think I have headcanons for every Starkling, Robb and Arya are one of my favorite Starkling relationships to think about: 

  • Okay listen: Robb thinks that Arya is the funniest person he knows. Not just from his family, but out of anyone he’s ever met. He could be having the worst day, and Arya could throw something or make a joke and Robb’s bad mood would be gone immediately. No one can make Robb smile faster than Arya. 
  • Arya always hated things like sewing - she wished she were good at it, but she had no patience for it and her stitching was never as neat as Sansa’s, so for a brief period of time, she was stuck knowing that she hated what she was learning but not knowing what she wanted to do. 
    • That changed when she saw Robb and Jon in one of their sword fighting lessons. It was so elegant and powerful, and Arya knew the second she saw them that she wanted to learn how to fight. 
    • She tried to get Jory to teach her, then Jon, then Robb, but none of them really took her seriously. 
      • Robb actually laughed when she told him, and Arya got mad and told him that he wouldn’t be laughing if he had to learn how to stitch every day. 
      • Robb agreed, and he told her that if he could do better on stitching than Arya, he’d teach her how to fight. And holy shit Robb picks up skills quickly, so while his stitching wasn’t perfect, it was still better than Arya’s. He saw that she was upset, so he told her that while he wouldn’t teach her how to sword fight, he’d teach her how to use a bow and arrow. 
      • They practice for hours and Arya always hits the sides of the board but never the center, so Arya works hard after Robb every night after Robb goes to sleep.The first time Robb ever sees Arya hit the target in the center is in the pilot episode, and he couldn’t be prouder.  :) 
  • This really isn’t a headcanon but Arya and Robb and Rickon are easily the most wild Starklings. Robb likes to pretend that he’s all calm and collected, but Arya could always get him easily riled up, and she loved doing it. 
    • Honestly, she could tell him that someone liked him or someone said something bad about him,and Robb would turn from “Super Cool Older Brother” into “Desperate Teenager”. 
    • “Arya wait, why did they say this, what did they say exactly- Arya STOP RUNNING AWAY WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?” 
  • Robb and Arya made the most bets with each other out of every Starkling. Every little thing between the two of them had to be a bet. 
    • “Robb, I bet you can’t eat this lamb faster than me.” “Yeah? You’re on Arya.” 
    • Robb thought that since Arya was smaller and younger he should go easy on her, but in their first bet, she absolutely demolished him in a race and so he never ever went easy on her. Robb gave their bets his all, and so did Arya. They never counted the bets until later on in their lives, and by the time Arya and Robb left Winterfell, Arya had 40 wins and Robb had 44 (that they remembered). 
  • When the direwolves were first puppies, Arya and Robb actually trained Grey Wind and Nymeria together (sometimes with Jon as well). At the time, the wolves were the most domineering of the group, and the two pups stuck together so Arya and Robb decided to just spend time training them. 
    • Of course they made it a competition of who could train their pup better. This was actually the last bet they ever made - they both worked hard to train Grey Wind and Nymeria during the time they had together, but Arya taught Nymeria to bring her clothes, food, shoes, etc., so she ended up winning that last bet. 
  • Robb and Arya would totally play fight when they were both free. It mostly consisted of Arya running at Robb, and Robb laughing and lifting her up in the air while she kicked her legs at him. 

seersuckerforbowties  asked:

What are some things you should and shouldn't bring to college? (Besides like the obvious things)

Here are some good things to bring and not to bring:

Do bring:

  • Lots of socks. That sounds weird, but I definitely did not bring enough socks to college (and I wear tennis shoes every day). It can be annoying if you don’t have enough and are slacking on laundry. So for my sophomore I brought a ton, and it’s been really nice!
  • Quarters. If you are living in a dorm freshman year, you will most likely have to use quarters to do your laundry, I remember coming home for Thanksgiving break and collecting any quarter I could find in the house to use for laundry! A laundry bag or basket is so important too. 
  • A shower caddy and shower shoes. This is something that is essential, but I think some people forget. Nail polish remover/cotton balls is another one of those things that seems obvious, but I always forget to bring. Towel wraps are awesome for the dorm too!! 
  • Cleaning supplies. A broom/vacuum cleaner, trash bags, mirror cleaner, cleaning wipes, etc. you’ll want to keep your room clean, so definitely pack those kinds of things! 
  • A step stool. If you are short like me, having a step stool is great for getting onto a lofted bed or reaching something way up in your closet.
  • Hanging clothes hanger trees. They save a ton of room in your closet. I also like those thin velvet hangers.
  • Headphones, an extra phone charger, a portable battery charger, earplugs. An extension cord is very useful too if you want to charge your phone and computer from bed comfortably. 
  • A waterbottle. I didnt get a nice plastic water bottle until this year, but I carry it everywhere and I really like it. It’s much easier than buying those huge packs of water bottles because they run out quickly and are heavy to bring up to your room. Having a reusable water bottle to just throw in your backpack is easy, and cheaper. 
  • Plastic drawers. These are a life saver. It’s awesome to loft your bed, and put plastic drawers under. They are great for tshirts, leggings, etc.
  • Stationary. I am a huge thank-you note, letter writer, so for me, having stationary and stamps at college was a great thing to have.
  • Healthy snacks. If you don’t keep healthy snacks in your room, you’ll be more tempted to go pick up some fast food or hit the vending machine. Having a variety of healthy/semi-healthy snacks in your room is great and will help you stay healthy in college. 
  • Wash clothes. This sounds weird, but for me, they are so important. It’s not good for your skin to use the same wash cloth every day to wash your face. I brought 5-8 with me to college, and use a new one every day or two! 
  • Rain coat, umbrella, rain boots. It will rain in college, and you do not want to walk all around campus in the pouring rain without these things. I have forgotten to bring an umbrella for these past two years, but I am definitely going to bring one next year! 
  • Storage bags. These will be great for weekend trips, bringing things to/from home during breaks, packing at the end of the year, general storage. I have a lot of those reusable plastic foldable bags (from Vineyard vines, lulu lemon, central market, lilly pulitzer). They are great to have, especially during breaks. 
  • Drying rack. I had one freshman year, and absolutely loved it. There are some things you don’t want to just throw it in the dorm drier or don’t want to shrink, so having a drying rack can be great. Oh- and steamers are great too. There are much smaller and faster to use than an ironing board. I would definitely recommend having one. I have one and I share it with my three roommates right now, and we love it. 


Don’t bring:

  • Don’t bring a crazy amount of clothes. I literally had a uhaul my freshman year (no joke) of clothes, stuff, etc. When I got to my dorm, I realized I definitely didnt have enough room for all of it. Also, I didnt have the opportunity to wear all my ‘cute clothes’ and shoes as frequently as I did back home. If you are in a dorm, your closet will most likely be tiny. I recommend going through your closet before packing and thinking about what you will really need, and what you haven’t even worn in the past year.  Making a list when packing can really help like ‘10 nike shorts’, ‘5 nice dresses’, ‘3 pairs of jeans’, etc. Also, try to pack seasonally. For example, when I head off to college at the end of each summer, I only pack summer clothes and just a few fallish things. When I come home fro thanksgiving, I bring my summer clothes home and swap it out with my winter and fall pieces/shoes. Trying to fit an entire year of clothes in your closet just isn’t ideal and can be make you feel disorganized. 
  • Don’t buy your textbooks before class starts. You may get the class and find out that professor doesn’t recommend getting a textbook or that you may want to drop that class. I get my books a week/week and a half after classes start because they are very, very expensive and you want to make sure you are spending your money on the right things. 
  • Anything big your roommate is bringing too. If your roomie is bringing a microwave,  you don’t need to bring one. Offer to get the fridge, and you can share. You can also share things like cleaning supplies, a tv, step stools, and foutons/chairs. 
  • Lots of books. I am a big reader, but I sadly don’t have time to read in college like I get to at home. Bring a book or two if you enjoy reading, but I would not bring more than 2 or 3 because they do take up space and you won’t get to use them much. 
  • Highschool shirts/etc. it’s okay to bring a tshirt or two from high school, but I would recommend not packing a lot of those sort of things. You will get a ton of tshirt and stuff in college, and you won’t get much use out of tshirts that have your high school on them (you’ll definitely want to rep your college and things like that!). 



Hope that could help!! Sorry that was SUPER long, but I get asked this so frequently that I figured I should finally answer it in detail :)