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our little family pt.1 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader 

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au 

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever. 

Parts: 1 2

“Jieun-ah, please.” Jimin sighed, as he tried putting her arms through the sleeves of her baby pink coat, which she shrugged back off again for the nth time making Jimin let out a soft groan in exasperation.

“Jieun-ah…” Jimin pleaded.

“I don’t want to go to school daddy.” Jieun said softly, pouting as she looked at her dad with round eyes, the corners watering slightly as Jimin felt his resolve weaken at the sight of his daughter before him.

Sighing, he grabbed her hands and put on a large grin, “Jieun-ah, It’ll be fun!” he tried cheering, “Daddy had loved going to school all his life (what a lie) and really wished he could go again.”

“Then why don’t you come with me?” Jieun asked, tugging at the ends of her little pale blue sundress, the color contrasting strongly against her raven blank hair that tumbled around her shoulders in soft curls.

Cradling her face in his hands, her cheeks squishing up together making Jimin chuckle slightly, he said, “Daddy’s too old now, but if anything happens I’ll be there for you, alright? Do you wanna go now? I promise it’ll be great.”

“Pinky promise?” Jieun asked, holding out her pinky to Jimin’s face as he laughed a little, hooking her tiny pinky within his and bringing them together before pressing a small kiss to her hands, “I promise baby.”

“Hi guys!! Welcome! Hello!” you smiled happily as the kids walked one by one into your class, all their faces with expressions that varied, some happy, some mad, some scared and some with tears and snot dripping from their little noses.

Oh children. 

“There you go Jieun-ah, I’ll pick you up in a couple hours okay?”

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A Babysitting Love Affair | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys will like this as much as my first one. I kind of ramble on but please bear with me lol.
Request: could i request a zach dempsey x reader where the reader is babysitting zach’s sister, and zach haven’t met the babysitter yet and one day he goes home early and falls in love with her?

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“I’ll be there tomorrow morning Mrs. Dempsey.”

“Alright love, thank you so much!”

I smile as I close the door after Zach’s mom who asked me to babysit Zach’s little sister, May. She mentioned that she will have to go to Chicago for the weekend to take care of something and I was assigned to be May’s companion overnight since her brother is an extremely busy guy. The Dempseys are a close family friend, too bad I’m not really that close with Zach or May. It’s probably because we go to different high schools and it doesn’t really help that I can be anti-social at times. I know nothing about them, and they know nothing about me in return so it’s all good.

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The next morning

“I’ll be leaving now or else I’ll miss my flight! Thank you so much again Y/N for babysitting. I’ll see you girls tomorrow morning alright? Feel at home love, my number’s on the fridge if you need me and I left money for any emergency. Zach won’t be here until dinner tonight. He has basketball practice.” Mrs. Dempsey says as she bids goodbye to Zach’s little sister and I.

“Got it Mrs. Dempsey! We’ll see you tomorrow.” I finally say with a smile.

“Bye mom! I’ll be good, I promise!” May puts her right thumb out to her mom and waves goodbye.

“So, what do you want to do today, May?” I ask her as we’re left alone inside the house.

“Hmm, I don’t really have anything in mind. Oh wait I know! Let’s style each other’s hair.” She suggests with a gleam in her eyes; she looked so excited.

“Sure kiddo.” I reply with a smile and we proceed to the living room to watch TV. May got all of her hair accessories from her room for us to use. She decided that it’d be fun to start with my hair first and put them in pigtails and so she did. She chose these pink puffy hair bands to tie my hair. May had long, black and shiny hair which reminded me of Katniss Everdeen so naturally, I chose to put her hair in a fish tail braid.

“Wow Y/N, you’re really good at this!” she beams after her make over.

“Why thank you, Miss Everdeen.” I reply with a bow and she giggles in response.

A couple of hours later and it was almost lunch time. May wanted to order pizza and so we did. She didn’t like vegetables so we opted for a classic cheese pizza instead. A few minutes later and the doorbell rang, I ran to the door to open it, with the money in my left hand.

“Thank you so–” I begin to greet the pizza man but a ginormous, muscular guy hovered above me instead.

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Hi, Momma.

Summary: Be the mother of all angels isn’t easy, specially if they’re already adults. 
a.k.a. = The written proof that if the angels had a mother, the apocalypse would be solved in less than an hour.
Pairing: Chuck x Reader
Prompt: Imagine being able to see every Angels’ wings because you’re Chuck’s Mate. Thus making you mother of all angels and them being very protective of you. - @dirtysupernaturalimagines (x)
Characters: Reader, Gabriel, Mentions of God!Chuck,  Raphael, Lucifer, Michael, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Crowley
Warnings: Mom!Reader;
Word counting: 1.5k words

“Gabriel.” You called.

The young archangel’s whiskey eyes widened when he heard your voice, and he dropped the weird animal behind him, trying to hide it with his figure and wings.

“Hi, momma.”

“What is it behind you?”  You asked calmly.

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Bitch - Part 2

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Word Count: 1,834

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Part 1


“It’s pretty shady that you were so close by. You’re not stalking us are you?” Dean barks obnoxiously, stomping by you on the way to Baby. Having just finished the poltergeist case, the awkward tension is painfully palpable.

Expecting an immediate wise ass remark, Dean pauses and quickly turns his head. He witnesses you and Sam having a silent conversation, automatically causing his blood to boil.

“I live around here.” You state calmly, unfortunately your nervous habit of biting your bottom lip betrays you.

“Wait…” Dean aggressively slams the trunk shut then bolts in your direction.

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EXO reaction to catching you dancing to an EXO song

Baekhyun: ‘’Need some help with the moves, jagi. ‘’‘’No, thank you.’’, silence, ‘’That wasn’t a question.’’

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

Suho: would instantly join you, dancing like crazy and would somehow manage to throw in a random dad joke like ‘’What do ghosts dance to? Soul music.’’ and the dance party would have to stop because he’s laughing at his own joke too much

Originally posted by suhomysuho

Kyungsoo: would be watching you from the doorway, looking more like a proud mom on her child’s first school show than your boyfriend…at least until you come to the part with hip thrusts

Originally posted by smileysoo

Chen: would casually waltz into the room and start passionately singing the song you’re dancing to and wouldn’t stop even after you stopped dancing…so there you are looking for something to eat in the fridge and there’s Chen serenading you…typical Friday night

Originally posted by dayafterdae

Chanyeol: makes sure you don’t notice while he’s making himself comfortable on the couch, bringing water and popcorn and sitting back to enjoy the show…try not to get a heart attack when you receive thunderous applause for your performance

Originally posted by starboychanyeol

Jongin: ‘’You need to work on some of these moves, jagi. Here, I’ll show you.’’ and let’s just say that it was a show indeed if you ignore the fact that blushing doesn’t go well with hip thrusts…or it goes too well

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Yixing: actually turns into a cheerleader while watching and is shouting ‘’fan chants’’…at least until you stumble over a laundry basket, ‘’And to think I wanted to ask you to appear in my next solo mv.’’ don’t let him fool you,he’s actually dying from cuteness

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Minseok: would be watching you from the couch, staring so intensely that your moves are looking more like a chicken flapping its wings than anything else…but that’s exactly an excuse for him to stand up and ‘’help you’’

Originally posted by imemegines

Sehun: ‘’That move is not looking quite right.’’, ‘’Then help me!! Why are you just standing there,’’‘’Well, I don’t know…what’s in it for me?’’

Originally posted by r-velvets

Cheater? (Reggie x Reader)

Request: could you maybe do a reggie and reader imagine where they have been dating for years but he cheats on her and they break up he tries to win her back but she keeps shooting him down but she has a bad fight with her mom and she doesn’t know where else to go to so she goes to reggie’s and he comforts her and they talk and get back together


 You couldn’t get the image out of your head. The thought of Reggie kissing someone that wasn’t you made you sick to your stomach. It was a painful reminder why you didn’t go to party in the first place. Nothing good ever happens when teens have alcohol.  It what ended your relationship with him, you couldn’t trust him anymore.

“Babe I’m sorry I didn’t mean it, I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was doing”  Reggie begged you and tears were forming in his eyes. He didn’t want all of the years that you guys been together to end over some stupid drunken mistake that he had made.

“Please stop Reggie, it’s too late we’re over” You said as tears were falling down your cheeks, you loved him but you couldn’t have him anymore. You felt like all of your air was getting pulled out of you as you try to breath through the tears.

“We can fix it Y/N, don’t give up on us, not yet” Reggie pleaded he was losing you, something that he never thought was possible and it was his own fault.

“You already did Reggie” You let out while your voice was cracking “You broke us”

You sat down at you lunch table, facing away from the football team so you didn’t have to look at Reggie. Betty looked at you as you sat down on side of her, you never sat there. But it came to her mind when she heard the football team laughing from behind her. Reggie, was why you were sitting there.

“You okay?” Betty asked as you finally settle down in your place. You phoned her the night you guys broke up so she knew what had happened.

“Peachy” You said as you took a bite of your sandwich, listening to Veronica and Kevin conversion.

“So Y/N” Veronica started to say as she turned her head to face you “What’s with Reggie and you?” You looked at her figuring Betty already told her but you guessed not.

“Nothing” Veronica leaned over the table and teased

“Come on now Y/N, you don’t just break up with someone like Reggie for no reason. So what is it? Did you start a new high school affair? You lost your breath at Veronica’s last few words. It was hitting to close to home for you. Pushing your tray forward, you quickly got up grabbing your things. Not wanting to let anyone see your tears fell, you ran away to go hide somewhere in the school.

“I told you not to say anything Veronica” Betty shouted just enough so them at the table could heard it.

“I didn’t think much of it, what happened.”

“Reggie cheated on her V” Betty told her as she rolled her eyes, leaving to go find you in the school. When you ran out you didn’t see Reggie watching you. He knew you were gone to cry about what he assumed to be him. He knew you better than anyone, one little look at you he could tell that you were broken. He was the one that caused it and now he wanted to be the one to fix it.


“Hey can we talk?” You heard a voice said as you put your books away. You looked up and came face to face with the last person you wanted to see, Reggie.

“There’s nothing to talk about” You told him as you shut your locker. You looked down the hallway looking for Betty, so you could leave. You didn’t think you could look at Reggie yet, it hasn’t been that long. Plus you were sacred that if you did, you would fall into his arms since you miss him so much.

“Us. That’s what we need to do, not just ignore each other” Reggie said as he ran his fingers through his hair. He was frustrated with himself mostly, knowing that he wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for himself.

“There isn’t an us anymore Reggie, get over it because I have” You left Reggie standing there as you saw Betty so you could go home. You knew he knew you were lying after all no one knew you better than Reggie did.


“THEY NEED TO BE BETTER” Your mother shouted as you guys and your father stood in the living room.

“Mom their fine, one B isn’t going to hurt” You said. Your parent or more like your mom have been yelling at you over the past hour for the B that you got biology. It wasn’t hard to bring it back up and you knew that but your mother wouldn’t listen.

“DON’T TALK BACK TO ME YOUNG LADY” Your mother said as she made her way closer to you. “You live under my house and as long as you do there will be no talking back. B’s aren’t for this family, if you want to be something in life honey you have to get A’s. Your pretty face can only take you so far in life. Men aren’t going to stick around once it disappears for a women who get’s B’s.”

“Honey I thin-” Your dad try to cut in but your mother kept talking not wanting to hear his opinions. It was normal thing for your family, your dad was just to sacred too stand up to your mother.

“You heard me, you will be nothing in life if you keep acting like this. Leave, go on I can’t bare to look at you anymore. You’re a sorry excuse for a daughter.” When you heard your mother’s words you ran out of the house. Tears were flowing but it was nothing new to you lately that’s all you ever seem to be at. You needed somewhere to stay for the night but most importantly you needed someone to talk to you. You never really told your friends about how strict your mother was, only Reggie knew. At this point you didn’t care what had happened to just wanted to see him

Standing on his front porch you knocked, hoping that he was going to be the one to open it. You didn’t want his parents to see you looking like a mess. They would wonder what happened and would start asking questions.

“Y/N” Reggie said as he opened the door taking in your appearance. Your hair was out a place and you had been crying. He could tell from your bloodshot eyes and your wet cheeks. Not saying anything he opened his arms letting you fall into him. You cried into his chest as he carried you up to his room. He knew it was something with your mom, you wouldn’t just come to fix what he broke. He held you for what felt like hours, comforting you making sure you were alright. Not asking questions since he knew you would talk when ready. It take didn’t much longer for your tears to stop falling. You finally lifted your head up from Reggie chest and looks into his brown eyes.

“It’s my mom” Reggie nodded he knew it was but he let you keep talking “I was having trouble with biology and ended up getting a B. Mom wasn’t happy when she saw the mark and started to yell at me. Saying things like I’m just a pretty face and will never make it in life.” You rolled you eyes at your mom stupidly. “It’s one mark that she can’t see pass, she told me to leave so I did so we could both cool off.” Knowing that was the best option, you and your mother were too much alike to be together when mad.

“Not that I mine having you here or anything but why me? I thought you hated me” Reggie let out nervously, not knowing if he wanted your true answer. You smiled

“I could never hate you Reggie, I love you but it’s just so hard” You said leaning on his side. “Love is hard and I didn’t really know how to react. You kiss her and I..I know you didn’t mean it I was there, you were so drunk. I think when it happened I was lost, I felt so many emotions. I hated you for a moment but I couldn’t stay mad when I saw the regret and guilt in you eyes even as drunk as you were. I love you Reggie that’s not going to change, I just needed time to think and get through it all”

“I love you too, I’m sorry again for the pain I caused. It really broke my heart knowing I was the one who did that.”

“I know so ummm would you try again with me?” Reggie looked at you shocked not expecting that from you.

“Yeah I would love too I promise nothing is going to happen again”

“The only thing is we’re going to start from beginning I got to gain your trust back.”

“Yes anything babe” Reggie had a grin across his face, he’s never felt happier to have a second chance before in his life. You smiled once again at him before you leaned back onto his bed.

“Lay with me for awhile?”

“Of course love” So there you two stayed cuddle into each other’s arms. Both of you guys were happy to be back with one another. You both drifted off from the comfortable silence in the room. It was the first full night sleep you guys had since the break up. You guys were finally back where you belonged. And you couldn’t wait to stay there forever.

Make a choice Dean Part Two

A/N: You asked for it. Sorry if it turned to crap halfway through. I got pissed off & lost the motivation to write.

Warnings: Angst.

Make a choice Dean Part One

Dean x Sister!Reader   Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by devoiddean

Originally posted by spn-mostly

“You are my little sister. I promise you, you’ll never get hurt when you’re around me. My dream, it’ll never happen.”

“We’ll talk about this later Dean.” You said angrily, you didn’t want his apologies, you didn’t want anything, you just wanted to put as much space between you and Dean as possible.

So you did.


Three Months Later….

When you came into consciousness you couldn’t ignore the pounding that was going on in your head. You’d had headaches before, but never one like this. Slowly opening your eyes you realized it was hard to crack one of your eyelids opened, it was as if it was glued together. Feeling something dripping down your face towards your eye, you tried to move your hand to stop it, however you couldn’t move your hands. Looking down you saw that you were restrained to a chair as blood was slowly dripping from your head. You glanced around to take in your surroundings, however you felt your breath hitch when you saw Sam sitting next to you, fighting his restraints as he was also tied down to his chair. A knot in your stomach instantly formed as you slowly turned your stare towards what was in front of you.

Just as you thought, Dean was standing there pale as a ghost. He nimbly held his gun at his side as he started at the ground while what you assumed was a demon stood behind him.

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Pants on Fire - Kai Parker smut

There was a moment of silence as a thud upstairs was heard right above the dinner table, a few curse words followed after a yelp of pain. The chandelier shook a bit and I blushed as I looked back at my family.

I swallowed. “Will you excuse me?” I bit my lip and rushed upstairs, my palms sweaty. I specifically told Kai not to come over tonight. My grandparents were visiting and they knew, oh boy, did they know, about what a misbehaving disaster Kai Parker was.

I opened the door to my room and spotted Kai stuck in my window, his ankle smashed between the pane and the actual window.

I put my index finger against my mouth to get him to be quiet. I closed the door behind me and locked it, helping him in.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered, blushing as he took a long look of my whole body. I was wearing a fuzzy sweater and some old mom jeans.

The light in my room was rosy from the pink light bulb in my lamp and Kai smelled like cinnamon. It was cold outside so he was kind of shivering.

“Is it wrong to want to actually see you?” He smiled. “You know, your one word texts aren’t exactly the kind of consolation I expect after our night of intimacy.” He raised his eyebrows, referring to the oral we exchanged the last time we saw each other. “By the way, you’re possibly the worst texter in the world.”

“Will you shut up? My grandparents, who hate you might I add, are right down stairs.” I put my hand on his chest as he pulled me into his body.

“That’s why you wore this?” He poked fun at the sweater I got for Christmas last year. “I’m not complaining, it’s definitely soft.” He pushed my hair over my shoulder, the cool steel of his rings making me shiver. He pressed sweet wet little kisses on my chin and jaw, lightly on my neck.

“Kai.” I pulled away, my breath caught in my throat. “Seriously, you should go.” My knees nearly gave out at the crooked smile he gave me next.

“Let me guess, they think you’re a little saint, hmm?” He ran his thumb over my mouth, his fingers dancing on the sensitive flesh of my neck. “Ill bet they’ve never even heard you utter a single swear word.” He said.

I’ll admit that when I first met Kai, I was amused at how much character he had. Character that my parents definitely wouldn’t like and maybe that’s what intrigued me so much.

“Sweetie!” My mother’s heels woke me from my trance. My eyes opened and I jumped into action. “Is everything okay?” She knocked at my door and tried opening it. “You know I don’t like locked doors in my home.”

I pushed Kai into my bathroom and slammed the door, running over to the door and unlocking it. “Hey, mom, I’m fine. I just had a st-tomach ache.” I swallowed.

“What was that noise earlier?” She looked around my room, precisely at the half opened window. I blushed crimson. I knew that she knew.

“Oh, it was the cat. The dogs must have chased her out and got her caught in the tree and she came in through the win-” I started and my mother stopped me.

“Please use the front door next time.” She said in the direction of the bathroom. I almost died.

“Will do!” Kai answered and I covered my face.

My mother patted my shoulder and gave me a quick goodnight kiss. “Goodnight, sweetie. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

I closed the door after she left, swallowing the throw up in my mouth after nervously tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You’re the worst liar, too.” Kai came out of the bathroom applying some of my floral lotion on his hands. I rolled my eyes.

“That was so embarrassing.” I sighed. “You know, I can’t – do it – with you if my whole family is downstairs and they know you’re here.” I blushed.

He raised his eyebrows, an amused smile on his face. “Do what, my sweetheart?” He laid on the bed, grabbing my journal from the nightstand.

“Hey, give me that, you jerk!” I lunged at him, attempting to grab my journal back. He opened it up to a random page and I almost cried. “Kai, I swear, I’ll kick you in the nuts.” I said, swinging my leg over his waist to grab the book.

“Jeez, girl, what’s so secretive? Loving relationships don’t have secrets.” He said and I stopped struggling, staring at him.

He stared back up at me, his eyes so pretty, a perfect nose. My whole body warmed up a good five degrees.

He threw my journal aside and grabbed my face, rolling me onto the bed as he gave my warm mouth a languid kiss. My breathing picked up the pace, his hands on my neck.

“Oh, god.” Kai said as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled my sweater up my stomach, pulling away so I could sit up and let him take the damn thing off of me.

I tore off the black jacket he wore and pulled his black shirt up, finally feeling his warm skin. I blushed as he resumed to kiss my skin, sucking patterns on my chest and being gentle on my breasts.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, pulling at my jeans. I arched my back as he took them off.

He kissed my mouth again, his hand tangled in my hair. I pressed my body up to his, craving the warmth of his skin against mine.

“Look at you, baby. So ready for me to fuck you.” He almost groaned. I hoped that my grandparents had left and my parents couldn’t hear any of this.

“Kai-” I started and my mouth went wide when his palm pressed against the apex of my inner thighs. He giggled maniacally, pulling my underwear from me and spreading my legs.

I swallowed as took off his jeans as well.

“You’re so cute, you know. All horny and warm for me.” He kissed my mouth again. I couldn’t breathe as he took off his briefs, grinning at me.

“Kai.” He shushed me, his finger pressed against my lips. He stuck it in my mouth and I tasted the cinnamon. Maybe he had been eating the cupcakes I baked for him last weekend.

Suddenly, his penis was touching me and my breath hitched. He looked into my eyes, running his hand down my body all in concentration.

“Are you nervous?” He smiled very small, his face close to mine as he got into position. His other hand rested above my head, fist in the pink cotton of my bed sheets. I wrapped my arms up and around his neck.

“Yeah.” I responded, my voice weak and not mine as he ran the tip of his penis lightly against my wetness.

“So am I.” He admitted. “May I?” He asked and I almost rolled my eyes. I nodded. He pushed himself inside of me and we both let out breaths.

I felt the muscles on his back contract and release. He let his arms give out and he held my hips, his mouth pressed against the shell of my ear, which was on fire.

“Aw, fuck.” He mumbled quietly as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “So-o good.” He swallowed thickly.

“Faster.” I blushed as I felt him smile against me. He pushed himself back up and thrusted his hips in rapidly. I let out a soft moan and covered my mouth, which did nothing because a second moan escaped my mouth and it was louder.

I almost screamed as he hit a certain place inside me that made a fire combust out of nowhere.

“Right there.” I let him know and almost floated off of the bed as he continued hitting the same place.

“Right there?” He grabbed my ass and lifted me up a little. I moved my hips against his like a mad woman. He almost couldn’t keep up as I strained to get myself off.

“Kai, Kai, Kai, K-ai-” I moaned and he kissed my open mouth, pulling me against him with his arm around my back, his cold rings making me arch it.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He buried his nose in my neck, his rapid breaths tickling me.

“I want to be on top.” I said quietly. He didn’t even blink before he rolled onto the bed. I sat on him, hiding my face in my hair as I pressed my hands against his chest and sprung myself up and down using the strength if my legs. He reached up to pull my hair back and grab my tits with his big, cold hands.

He watched me intently, little whimpers and moans coming from his open mouth. He met my movements, a drop of sweat falling from my nose to his lip. He licked it off and I closed my eyes.

“I’m – fuck – I’m coming.” I said quietly, my nails making red marks on his skin. I ran my hands up and on each side of his face, looking him in the eyes as he grabbed my hips and lifted himself up to fuck me harder.

I leaned over and let out a loud moan into my crochet pillow. He moaned under me, his mouth catching my breast. He licked my skin, helping me move against him.

We both stopped and I pulled away from my pillow, meshing my mouth with his wet one, hair in both of our sweating faces. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and my mouth opened to it’s full capacity.

He jerked up into me once more and I came as he did, his hips twitching. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, sighing shakily and getting off of him.

It took a while of laying on his arm there to get my breath in order. He pulled my bunny comforter over our bodies and played in my hair with his long fingers.

“You’re in love with me.” Kai said. I smiled a little, twisting his nipple lightly in between my fingers.

“Am not.” I denied weakly.

“You’re the worst liar.” He repeated.

ivegotaheadlineforyou  asked:

Hi Hi! I've been interested in secular witchcraft for a long time, but i'm finally starting to stop just researching, and I want to try and start practicing! I've collected a bunch of resources, but what are some of the first things you'd suggest picking up from the store? Candles, herbs, oils, etc? Also, any beginner posts you could link me to would be wonderful. I'm all ears! Have a wonderful day <3

Hey, congrats on deciding to practice and doing your research! Are you excited? Nervous? Enjoying what you’ve seen so far? Is Tumblr your primary resource? :)

I wanna learn so much from new witches omg. (There’s irony in there.)

Well, it honestly depends on what you wanna do and use yourself. Because personally, I picked up a few of each - I got some tealights from WalMart, bought some cheap incense from somewhere else, picked up some dried herbs from the grocery store that I didn’t already have in the kitchen, and found like five or six crystals I liked from Green Earth. I spent maybe like twenty bucks. That was my beginner’s witch kit.

But, again, it all comes down to what you want to use. Are you more interested in working with candles in magic? Candle magic *is* a really easy but effective method of magic, and candles are everywhere, and really cheap. Most spells use candles in them, not necessarily as the focal point of the spell, but they also do wonders for boosting energies. A bag of 100 tea lights goes a long way in witchcraft. Color correspondences can help, but isn’t necessarily required.

Or maybe crystals are where you wanna go. Crystals have amazing energy, but are a bit more on the pricey side. It can also be hard for people who don’t know a lot about them to tell them apart - the “danger” in this is being swindled by people claiming their crystals are something they’re not. Doesn’t mean they won’t work for their “declared” intent, necessarily, but it means you just dropped a lot of money on something worth a tenth of that. 

That doesn’t mean it isn’t worthwhile to work with them, though. Because they’re an amazing tool, really - you just gotta do some more research, and be confident in where you’re buying from. Finding a reliable dealer with decent prices is where it’s at. But then, once you’ve got some crystals, they’re really versatile. They can be used on their own, or in conjunction with other spells, put them in jars and sachets, or in poppets, make grids, use them to charge other things, just stick like ten of them in your pockets - boom, witchcraft. 

Oils aren’t something I necessarily recommend, to be honest. Not because they aren’t useful, because they are, just like any other tool can be (just gotta know how to use them). I just don’t know a lot about essential oils. xD If that is the area you wanna go in, however, it’s worthwhile to know that you’re gonna want to do some more research on the topic, and be wary of any allergies you may have, and for the love of god don’t put a crapton of pure oil straight on your skin.

Herbs is a little bit of a tricky area too, especially when using them as medicine. It requires a lot of research and safety if you plan on ingesting herbs for actual remedial purposes. If you just want to use dried herbs in, like, jars and spell bags, it isn’t nearly as bad, but you still want to keep an eye out for any poisonous / toxic plants and allergies. The stuff you can get pre-dried from grocery stores and dollar stores are honestly enough in most cases, and there’s lots of substitutes for more expensive or exotic plants, depending on intent.

If you wanna grow your own herbs too, that’s an option, but another area I don’t know a lot about, so I can’t give you any more advice on that besides do some more research. (It seriously never ends, so I hope you like studying.)

I guess this sort of answers your questions, but not really in the way you wanted. So, long story short, what you pick up depends on what and how you want to practice. However, I’ll give you a list of items I would recommend, purely based on my own craft, but I feel they’re pretty good staples to have all around.

  • candles - versatile as all hell; can be used on their own or in any other spell; bags of white tea lights are super cheap and easy to find; worry about colors later; scents can be used as correspondences as well but don’t hinder in any way
    • also, if you can’t have open flames for whatever reason, they have LED / battery powered candles in some dollar stores now; not to mention, tech magic?!
  • matches - they smell nice, and can light candles; suuuper cheap, but in bulk; unless you’re allergic to sulphur, then just a lighter will work
  • herbs - dried herbs from the grocery store seriously do the trick just as well as fresh / organic stuff; Bulk Barn / Barrel has a lot of awesome stuff for super cheap too; start off with just a few general / all-purpose ones, and then add to your collection as you go along; it starts to build up over time, trust me
    • sea salt - cleansing and protection; can be used as a base for most herbal mixtures
    • rosemary - considered a substitute for most other herbs
    • basil - has like a shit ton of correspondences
    • cinnamon is useful to have too
    • if you wanna curse, pepper flakes, paprika, or cayanne pepper should do the trick
  • jars - do I even need to explain?; dollar store, man; even thrift stores have some pretty amazing and cool looking bottles and stuff
  • notebooks - not something necessarily overly witchy, but more so to write down what you learn; trust me, you’ll wanna do that, especially with correspondences; also, sigils
    • also, though, keeping a blog can be a great way to have a magical book; can be password detected / kept secret; tags are useful for organiazation; and then you have us assholes in the community to hang out with too xD
    • writing utensils are also kinda required to, you know, write in books; black Sharpies are useful for actually drawing on stuff - candles, sachets, etc.; good for sigil work
  • scrap fabric - but some cool patterns from thrift stores or whatever; useful for making sachets and poppets
    • sealable plastic bags can do in a pinch though, really; also can be drawn on with Sharpie for easy sigil application
  • string / thread - tie up bags, herb bundles; make sachets and poppets; also useful for bindings, and that’s a good skill to know
  • mini sewing kit - super useful to have in general, and all parts of it can be used for something, somewhere
  • tea bags - seriously, tea has magical properties too; super discreet; and easy as hell; play around with different flavors for intents
  • crystals - clear quartz is super cheap and all-purpose; buy like five of them and just use them over and over; again, another thing it might be useful to have like three or four basic ones and then build your collection over time; that’s how most of us get our arsenal of supplies
    • clear quartz - substitutes for any other crystal
    • amethyst - super cheap and easy to find; variant of quartz; good for sleep and peace and divination; also purple
    • tiger’s eye - I’m biased because this is my favorite crystal; good for protection and courage; did I mention it’s awesome to look at?
  • incense - not necessarily required, but I like to have it; smells nice, useful; so many scents; can be found pretty cheap all over too
    • again, if you can’t have open flames in your place, you can try those wax melters; definitely pricier, but versatile for magic as well; and I mean, they just smell, so, good; my mom has one with like sugar cookie wax cubes; and I come home and think she’s baking, and I get super excited; but it’s a lie

So, yeah, that’s my list, and reasons for what I wrote. That’s just some ideas to get you started. If you choose a path that doesn’t need those things in them, obviously don’t bother then. And depending on what “type of magic” you wanna do, your basic supply list might be very different. For instance, a sea witch probably won’t care so much about kitchen herbs, and stock up on sand and seaweed, sea shells and salt water. 

Since you asked for beginner’s posts, too, you can have my whole list:

I did it! I made a post that wasn’t mostly links! :o Anyway, sorry for my smartass mouth, I was having fun with this. I hope you enjoyed reading, and I hope it gave you some ideas, and helped you out! Good luck! And if you need any more clarification or have more questions, you know where to find me. :D

Captain's Vigilante (1/?)

Word Count: 3700ish

Warnings: amateur author, first attempt at fan fiction, really really wordy

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You are a genius vigilante, misunderstood, feared and on top of the Avengers watch list. They see you as a major to threat and has to be stopped. They’ve no idea you only have the best of intention but just has no idea how to express it a better way. And you like the reputation they gave you. It’s what you’re used to. After yet another visit to the Avengers tower and being caught and then being shot. Things take a turn for you both when Steve seemed to break those walls and get to know the real you.

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Bun in the Oven

Prompt: Can you write an imagine where you’re Jason’s S/O and you tell him you’re pregnant. It could end however you want

Requested by @angstytodd   


You stare at the door over the top of your book. He’s late, and you’re feeling more than a little impatient. Two minutes later, the knob turns and you smile as your husband comes in. He’s wearing a scowl and three piece suit that costs more than your apartment. The first thing he does is loosen his tie. Then, with an amused smile on your face, you watch as he throws it on the floor, and stomps on it.

    You raise an eyebrow, and ask, “Didn’t my mother give you that tie?”

    Jason looks at you, “If she did, then you’re lucky I didn’t put it down the garbage disposal.”

    You laugh before launching yourself off the couch and into his arms. He catches you effortlessly, and you wrap your legs around his waist before kissing him. “Welcome home.”

He smiles, “It’s damn good to be home.”

He carries you into the kitchen and sets you down on the counter. “Rough day?” you ask, as he takes a beer out of the fridge. He offers you one, and you shake your head.

    “You have no idea. I wanted a drink after the first ten minutes. These guys drone on and on and on. ALL in the same monotone voice. I don’t know how Bruce and Dick do it. I’m fairly certain they had something going on though, because they kept smirking.”

    You smile, “Probably placed money on when you’d blow your top.”

    He shrugs, “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

    “At least you only have to do it once a year. It won’t kill you.”

    “I’m head of security. I keep that place sealed. Not one break in, even by Selena. That’s what I’m good at. They should just let me send the files to Dick and let that be that.”

    You laugh, “They have to get their jollies somewhere.”

    Jason rolls his eyes, “They laughed for three minutes straight when they saw me in the suit. THREE MINUTES.”

    “I thought you looked dashing. So did mom.”

    He groans, “You sent a picture to your mom.”

    “And dad.”

    His groan deepens, “Damnit, they’re going to start talking office positions.”

    You laugh, “Not a chance. They know better.”

    He kisses you again, and you watch his eyes slide to the oven, where’d you left the light on. He smirks, “You made me something for dinner? How Martha Stewart of you.”
    You smirk, “Mind getting it out for me?”

    “Sure, babe.”

    You watch his face as he opens the door. You watch the confusion wash over him as he realizes it’s not turned on. His brow furrows even deeper as he pulls out a sheet with bun, and a sonogram picture. He carefully sets the tray down on the counter before turning towards you, “You’re…”

    You giggle, “I went to the doctor today,” you pick up the picture, “meet the cause of my upset tummy.”

    A smile blooms on his face, “I’m going to be a daddy?”

    You nod, and he scoops you off the counter. He twirls you around, before setting you down and sinking to his knees. He kisses your tummy and continues to hug you. And you can’t help but think that you want this moment to go on forever. And then, the morning sickness hits.

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Sometimes Dex feels the breath leave his chest when he looks at Nursey. He’s not sure what it is, not sure how Nursey manages to consistently leave him feeling off-balance and winded. It’s annoying, though, he knows that much. He doesn’t like feeling uncomfortable, and the way Nursey makes him feel is anything but comfortable. It has him constantly on edge, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.

The worst part is that Dex is one hundred percent sure Nursey knows. He knows that there’s just something about him that gets under Dex’s skin. Something about his affected chill, maybe, or the way he flirts with anything that moves, or how clumsy he is, or possibly it’s how utterly careless he is with his own well-being. Whatever it is, it drives Dex crazy. Two months into knowing the guy, and Nursey is practically all Dex thinks about. And Nursey’s doing nothing to deter it, teasing Dex and winking at him and falling all over himself right in front of Dex, like Dex has any other choice than to catch him with a hand on his wrist or an arm around his shoulder. It’s infuriating. He doesn’t know what to do about it.

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Bachelorette, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: You’re starting to question your place in life when you find out your best friend is engaged.

Words: 1,550

Author’s Note: It’s been awhile, huh? Life’s been a bit crazy and a lot of my writing attention has gone to Cafes and Late Nights, but I was able to get this one together! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Drinking.

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“You’ve got an admirer, ten o’clock.” Pippa’s tipsy voice sounded from next to you. You ignored her insistent tugs at your shirt sleeve as you ordered another water. “Come on! We’re in a club, you’re single, he’s attractive.”

“Then you talk to him.” The bartender smiled as she offered your drink, a sympathetic look for the designated driver. Pippa wiggled her ring finger in front of your face.

Oh. Right. The whole reason you were out tonight, celebrating.

Pippa’s impending marriage was certainly something to go to a club for - Paul was a good guy and he supported her and you definitely weren’t pissed off that anti-hopeless romantic Phillipa Soo was tying the knot before you were. Sure, you were excited for her and couldn’t wait to squeeze yourself into whatever unflattering maid-of-honor dress she picked for you, but there was a cloud of uncertainty looming in the distance

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first time | jeff atkins imagine

request: i seriously had so many requests asking for jeff x reader’s first time, so here you go, loves.

**note: this imagine obviously contains smut.

your p.o.v ━

you were currently walking over to your boyfriends house, bobbing your head to one of lana del rey’s songs. your boyfriend, jeff atkins, rang you up late afternoon, asking if you wanted to come over and study since his parents would be visiting some old friends that night.

you happily agreed, excited to finally see your boyfriend since this week in school had you both extremely busy.

you finally made it to his house, knocking three times on the hard door and waiting for someone to answer.

“hello, y/n. it’s so great to see you again, come in,” jeff’s mother said, stepping aside with a smile. “thanks mrs. atkins, it’s nice to see you as well,” you smiled warmly back.

“jeff, honey! y/n is here,” mrs. atkins yelled, shutting the door and nodding her head at you to follow her. you both made it into the living room, both of you hearing jeff’s heavy footsteps thumping their way downstairs rather quickly.

mrs. atkins turned towards you, a small smile on her face. “would you like something to drink or some snacks for studying?” she asked.

“um, a water would be great,” you said politely.

she nodded, making her way into the kitchen. you notice jeff stop at the last step, looking at you with bright eyes. “hi love,” he said, walking over to you, then leaning down and pecking your lips gently. “i missed you,” you whispered, your lips forming a small pout. he chuckled, leaning down and kissing your nose which made your nose scrunch up.

“i missed you more,” he said deeply, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close.

“here you go- oh.”

you pulled away from jeff instantly, making him release a huff. “mom,” he groaned, rolling his eyes.

you turned your head around to see a blushing mrs. atkins, holding a bowl of chips and two water bottles tucked underneath her arm.

“sorry, i just.. here,” she said, a knowing smile on her lips as she handed you the bowl and jeff the two water bottles. she eyed the both of you curiously, earning another groan from jeff.

“your father and i should be leaving in five minutes,” mrs. atkins said, making her way over towards jeff and giving him thirty dollars in cash. “this is for dinner. will y/n be spending the night?” she asked with twinkling eyes.

“thanks mom, and i guess if you want to?” jeff asked, looking towards you with raised eyebrows.

“oh, um, i didn’t really bring a sleeping bag,” you mumbled, a blush covering your cheeks. “it’s alright, you can borrow some of my clothes,” jeff winked, causing his mother to clear her throat.

“it’s okay, i can just ask my mom to come pick me up later-”

“nonsense, you can stay if you would like y/n,” his mother said kindly. you nodded, “thank you… mrs. atkins.”

she nodded, “now get to studying you two,” she said sternly, a small snort escaping her as she walked away.

jeff huffed, annoyance written all over his face. “your mom is great,” you told him, making your way past him and walking up the stairs.

“yeah, but she can be a little over the top,” jeff sighed, walking behind you. you both made it inside of his room, you instantly walking over straight to his bed and sitting down, popping a chip in your mouth.

you saw jeff close and lock the door, making you raise a eyebrow.

he looked over at you with a cheeky smile, “what?”

you shook your head, “shouldn’t you leave that open?”

he frowned, “why? my parents won’t be home anyways,” he said, making his way over to his bed and sitting down next to you. you noticed his history textbook thrown across his bed along with his notebook.

“i’m glad you’re spending the night,” jeff suddenly said, making your eyes snap up to look at him.

you never spent the night over jeff’s house, nor did he ever sleep over at yours, even though you both had been dating for almost six months. it was strange, but your parents would never allow a boy to sleep with you in your room and you were always shy to sleep over at jeff’s house.

“i’ll have to call my mom up and tell her i’m staying with a friend,” you said, putting the bowl aside and grabbing jeff’s history textbook. “alright,” jeff said, scooting back and watching you with curious eyes.

“so, what section should we start with?” you asked, kicking your shoes off.

it was about a hour later, and you were reading a small section from the history book to jeff so he could copy down notes.

though, jeff had other plans.

jeff’s head was currently leaning on your shoulder, and little snores were escaping him making you roll your eyes.

you knew he was playing, but it made you grumpy. “jeff,” you sighed, pushing his shoulder slightly and hearing him moan deeply.

your eyes widen, your face heating up as you pushed him again, making him whine your name.

“what?” he asked sleepily, lifting his head up and looking at you.

you looked up at him, and cursed him silently as he was still freaking taller than you even while sitting down.

“you fell asleep,” you said blankly. jeff smiled lazily, “i know, it was a power nap y/n.”

you snorted, shoving the book into jeff’s lap and making him release a pained groan. “what was that for?” he breathed.

“for not paying attention,” you spat, getting up and walking over to your boyfriends desk. you looked down, seeing all of the love notes and poems you had gave him stacked into a neat pile.

you smiled instantly, picking one up and reading it. you put the paper against your nose, smelling deeply. you could smell the faint scent of your perfume on the paper, making your eyes flutter close for a moment.

“it’s one of my favorites that you wrote me, that’s why it’s on the top,” jeff suddenly whispered from behind you, making you jump.

you turned around to face him, seeing his hair slightly messy and his eyes heavy. you admired him, your eyes focused directly on his.

“what are you staring at?” jeff asked you, his head tilted slightly in question. you shook your head, “nothing, i was just… admiring you,” you trailed off, walking back over to his bed.

you flopped down on the bed, laying sprawled out across it. you felt the bed shift slightly, seeing jeff crawl his way on top of you making you roll your eyes. “what are you doing?” you asked him, feeling him lay completely on top of you.

you were squished underneath his weight, though he used his arms to push himself up so he wasn’t crushing you completely.

suddenly, he leaned down and started slowly kissing your lips, earning a small surprised gasp come from you. you kissed him back though, opening your mouth as you felt his tongue trying to pry its way inside your sweet mouth.

your tongues fought each other, each exploring each other’s mouth, as jeff’s hands started to roam at your sides.

jeff moved his lips, trailing them to your jawline and down to your neck, before sucking rather harshly on your sweet spot. you released a content sigh, tipping your head back and letting him do as he pleased.

your neck was already marked up prior to him sucking on your neck, being as jeff was the type of person to mark his lover, meaning you.

he liked leaving marks on you, passion marks of course, but he liked seeing them later on and knowing that he was the one to have made them. you didn’t mind, you loved looking in the mirror later on and seeing the deep marks your boyfriend made while in a heated moment of passion.

though, you and jeff never did anything besides heavy makeout sessions, being as you were still a virgin and very shy when you both brought up the topic about sex. jeff didn’t mind though, he knew you would only go to that stage if you were ready, and even then you were sure he would still be nervous about taking something from you that held such value.

you knew jeff was a total gentleman, and you knew he would wait as long as you needed, which made you fall in love with him even more.

“jeff,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer against you. he looked back up, asking if this was okay and you nodded, before kissing his swollen lips again roughly. he kissed you back hungrily, nibbling on your lower lip.

while his hands pushed himself up, making him break the kiss as he sat back on his knees, breathing deeply. you eyed him, your chest heaving up and down. “what’s wrong?” you asked, a small pout forming on your lips as you sat up along with your boyfriend.

he shook his head, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes tightly. “jeff, baby, what’s wrong? what happened?”

“it’s nothing, love,” he assured you softly, looking at you as he positioned himself to lay back down. “why’d you stop then?”

he chuckled nervously, as your eyes were focused only on his face with a small glare coming from you.

“well… i um,” he trailed off, looking up at the ceiling. “what?” you pressed on, wanting to know if it was something you had done.

“i was getting hard,” jeff said blankly, looking you dead in the eyes.

you blinked, then blinked again, before you opened and then closed your mouth.

it was normal, you thought, trying to process his words. you got horny sometimes too, but you never really noticed jeff get hard from your makeout sessions before. maybe he was just good at hiding it from you whenever the both of you would makeout, though it never seemed to affect him before.

“jeff, it’s alright, really,” you said, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

he raised a eyebrow at you, “y/n, i’m happy you think so, but i don’t want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel like you have to do something that you don’t-”

you shushed him by quickly getting on top of him and straddling his waist, then leaned down to press your lips against his again.

you didn’t know what made you do it, but you were sure in that moment that you wanted jeff atkins to be your first and only.

“i want you,” you whispered against his lips, feeling him freeze again, making you giggle. you leaned back, still in his lap, but quickly tugged your shirt off, leaving you only in a lavender lacy bra and a pair of sweatpants.

jeff groaned, seeing you fling your shirt over to the other side of the room, before you bent down and proceeded with kissing him again.

you felt jeff gently grip your shoulders, squeezing them and then rubbing his fingertips in little circles against your shoulder blades. after a moment, you pulled back, looking down at him with big, y/e/c eyes.

“don’t you want me?” you asked, your lower lip forming a pout, making jeff shut his eyes tightly and release a frustrated sigh.

“fuck, y/n, you can’t just ask me things like that. don’t you know what you do to me?” jeff asked you, his eyes snapping open and his face was pure desperation.

you shook your head, tilting your head to the side innocently. you honestly didn’t know what you were doing, all you knew was that you wanted jeff, and that’s it.

you were a year younger than jeff, and even though most teenagers knew about sex including your boyfriend, you really knew nothing besides the basics.

jeff suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist as to hold you close against him while sitting up. “i need you to be sure y/n,” jeff said quietly, his forehead leaning against yours.

your arms were wrapping their way around him, holding him closely. “i’m sure, jeff.”

jeff smiled brightly, then smashed his lips into yours and trying his best to unclasp your bra.

he struggled, his fingers fumbling with the clips as he mumbled curses under his breath as he felt your lips attack his neck.

you found his sweet spot after a moment, biting and sucking on it, making your boyfriend groan deeply. “fuck, fuck, y/n,” jeff said, feeling as you started to lightly grind down against his member.

you pulled away quickly, not knowing if what you did was good or bad. “what is it?” you asked him, noticing his breathing was quickened. “it’s nothing, just.. don’t you wanna go slower? at least let me be the one taking care of you this time.”

you blushed, nodding your head once and rising up off of jeff’s lap, before you sat beside him and looked at him to see him pulling off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. you bit your lip, looking at his gorgeous torso.

“see something you like?” jeff smirked, looking down at you. you rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him rather childishly which made him laugh.

jeff faced you again, then reached out with his hand to cup your cheek, bringing his lips to yours. as you two kissed for what felt like forever, it felt as if something shifted.

the way jeff was kissing you now was slow, and almost teasingly? you enjoyed it, but you also needed air. you pulled away after a minute, gasping down air, your eyes still shut as you felt jeff’s forehead against yours, both of you were breathing each other in.

“i love you,” jeff said, caressing your cheek softly, pecking your lips again. he started leaving wet kisses down your chin, making his way to your neck, and down to the center of your chest. then, he suddenly pushed you down gently on the bed so you were laying on your back, he crawled back on top of you and looked down at you with heavy, lustful eyes.

“i love you,” you gasped, feeling jeff’s fingertips lightly trace your hip bones, making your back arch slightly. he moved his hands to the top of your sweats, looking down at you for confirmation. you nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.

jeff swiftly pulled your sweats down, leaving your lavender laced panties on. he spread your legs apart, hearing you breathe in quickly. “are you alright, love?”

you bit your lip, nodding your head because you didn’t trust your voice right now.

jeff’s eyes wandered over your face for a moment, before his eyes started trailing down your covered breasts, and seeing the few cute beauty marks covering your stomach, he smiled.

lastly, his eyes stopped at your most vulnerable place. your eyes were focused on jeff’s face, looking at his reactions.

you saw his lips tug up into a tiny smirk, noticing a little wet patch on your panties. you swallowed, seeing his hands gently making their way up and down your thighs, squeezing them slightly in his large hands.

you squeezed your hands into fists, your stomach in knots as you waited for jeff to make his first move.

“j-jeff?” you squeaked, looking at him with wide eyes. his eyes snapped towards your face instantly, raising a eyebrow.

you bit your lip, you heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest any minute if he didn’t do something soon.

jeff suddenly got into position, making himself comfortable as he moved to lay between your legs. his face hovered right above your pussy, his eyes still only focused on your face and noticing your chest was heaving.

it was amazing, he barely did anything, yet he had you like this already.

he moved one hand up and ran it along your heat, feeling your juices soaking your panties already. he moved your panties to the side, getting a full view of your needy pussy.

you choked on air, feelings jeff’s fingers start to rub your clit slowly, almost teasingly. “oh!” you gasped, your body already pressing down against his fingers which made him chuckle and look back up at you.

your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, your eyes fluttering close as your back arched. suddenly, you felt jeff’s warm mouth make contact with your clit, sucking on it harshly. you moaned loudly, feeling jeff hold your legs down as you started squirming.

he continued sucking, then he licked all the way from your wet little hole until he reached your clit again, making you release a strangled cry.

you have never felt like this before, sure your masturbated a few times before, but nothing to this extreme.

jeff moaned against you, and suddenly you felt pressure, as jeff was pressing one finger against your hole. “oh god, oh god,” you whimpered, feeling him push his finger inside you and then slowly pulled it back out.

he started pumping his finger in and out for a minute, getting familiar with your tight heat. you didn’t know what do, as your head tilted back and your mouth was parted slightly, gasping for breath as your stomach continuously tightened.

jeff added a second finger, a groan escaping him as he pulled away from your clit, making you frown from lost. “jeff?” you questioned, your voice squeaky and breathless. “christ, y/n. how are you so tight?”

jeff continued pumping his two fingers in you, trying his best to add a third, then went back to giving attention to your pulsing clit.

“oh, fuck!” you screamed, feeling his tongue flick against you with speed. you were going to cum if he kept doing this, and he knew it. you tried your best to grind down against his mouth, letting out a small cry as he pulled his fingers out of you quickly and gripped your thighs, keeping them in place.

your eyes found his, his eyes were fully dilated, blown from lust, as were yours. your head fell back again, feeling like you were going to cum any minute. your hand made its ways towards his head, and you pushed down forcefully.

you were gripping his hair so tightly, you didn’t even notice the moans coming from jeff as you were a moaning mess yourself. “ooh, jeff, i’m g-gonna-”

that’s when you felt it, your boyfriend shoved his fingers back into you, pumping them quickly, then bit down on your clit. you released a scream as you came, your hips bucking wildly against jeff’s clever mouth and talented fingers.

as you were still on your high, you felt jeff licking up your juices, making a humming noise in enjoyment, making your over sensitive clit vibrate.

he pulled away after a moment, licking his lips, and watching your chest heave. your face was fully flushed, your eyes closed and your body felt like mush.

after a moment to catch your breath, you opened your eyes to see a amused looking jeff atkins, sitting on his knees.

“you’re so beautiful,” jeff whispered, his eyebrows furrowing.

“t-thank you,” you stuttered, eyeing your boyfriend curiously. you bit your lip, about to sit up as you assumed jeff would want you to return the favor, but he lightly pushed you back down.

“don’t you want me to-”

“no, i said i would be taking care of you,” jeff smiled softly, leaning over to his nightstand, which made his muscles stretch.

he dug into his nightstand drawer, making a accomplished sound as he pulled out two things.

a condom and lube.

you swallowed, seeing him place the two things beside you before he got up and slowly pulled down his pants and boxers, his eyes locked with yours as he did this.

you didn’t know how jeff did it, but he seemed completely fine with stripping in front of you. you didn’t blame him though, he had a amazing body.

you on the other hand, you were comfortable with your body, but you still got shy showing your boyfriend everything you owned. it made you vulnerable, and nervous.

you and jeff never got naked like this before in front of each other, this was all new. you were excited though, as this was a new experience for you.

jeff never pressured you though, the only clothing jeff had seen you without was your shirt, which he looked away instantly asking if you were done changing. he only ever did what made you feel comfortable, which you appreciated.

you knew jeff wasn’t a virgin, which you both discussed before, him telling you the regretful story of his first time in late sophomore year.

it broke your heart, knowing that the girl jeff used to be in love with just used him to get popular and for sex.

jeff wasn’t like that though, once he was in love, he was totally smitten and would do everything in his power to make that person happy. he was heartbroken, and very closed off most of junior year before senior year and the both of you started dating each other.

he seemed very nervous about asking you out, stuttering his words out, which usually wasn’t like him. he was usually very confident with his words and around women, but with you, you left him speechless. a stuttering mess, as you told him once, making him playfully glare at you.

the good thing was that you both had been very close before he asked you out, you both had trust for one another, and the both of you shared everything now.

jeff finished stripping the last bit of his clothes off, kicking his pants and boxers off.

your heart rate started to beat up rapidly again, as you eyed his long, hard member.

your eyes snapped up towards his face again, seeing him biting his lower lip. jeff made his way between your legs against, grabbing the condom and tearing it open with his teeth, then slid it on his leaking member.

he leaned down, leaning his weight on his elbows and his face hovered above yours for a moment, before he pressed his lips against yours.

your arched your back, your chest pressed against his. you hummed, feeling your tongues swirling around each other’s, enjoying each other’s taste.

you felt jeff reach underneath you, taking a moment again trying to unclasp your bra, which he successfully did this time.

he took it off you, then threw it somewhere, flinging it over his shoulder, totally forgetting about it.

you were both completely naked against each other now, and you could feel his heavy cock poking at your stomach.

“do you want this?” you heard jeff mumble against your skin as he moved his way down to your breasts, suddenly sucking on a perky nipple, making you gasp.

your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him closely. “y-yes!” you said breathlessly, feeling him move to your other breast.

he nibbled on your nipple, then reached up with a hand to play with your other breast, pinching and pulling the harden nipple.

you moaned softly, “jeff,” you whined, your hands making their way into his messy hair, rubbing your fingers through it.

he chuckled against your skin, placing a wet kiss in the middle of your chest, before pulling away. you watched him, observing the way his muscles moved and the way his fingers worked while unscrewing the lid of the bottle of lube.

you saw him pour some onto his hand, then put the bottle of lube aside as he started coating his cock.

he looked down, positioning the head of his cock against your virgin hole, looking up and focusing his eyes on your face. “you ready, love?” jeff purred, asking you one last time if you were sure about this.

you nodded, whispering a soft ‘yes’.

that’s when you felt it, jeff slowly entering you, making you cry out in pain and mixed pleasure. jeff stopped instantly, looking down at you with worried eyes. “are you okay, y/n?”

you nodded your head multiple times to assure him, that yes, you were fine with the whole situation. the only thing you were not okay with was the pain that came with the pleasure.

“it h-hurts,” you whined, taking in quick breaths.

“i know, i know baby. just breathe for me, okay?”

“okay,” you said, nodding for him to continue. jeff continued his way into you, feeling your walls clench around him, making him release a deep, throaty moan. “ooh, fucking fuck,” jeff cursed under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut.

he gave you a moment to adjust to his large size, focusing on his breathing.

he knew it hurt you, and he was doing everything in his power to hold back from pounding into you. “okay,” you said softly, reaching both of your hands out and placing them on his broad shoulders.

jeff slowly pulled back, watching your facial expressions and trying his best to ease your pain by moving one of his hands down and massaging your clit quickly.

jeff started to slowly pump into you, watching as your eyes fluttered close, little moans escaping your pretty mouth.

jeff released a small growl, “look at me,” he demanded, causing your eyes to snap open and release a shaky breath. “j-jeff,” you whined, throwing your head back as he started thrusting into you at a faster pace, but still making sure he wasn’t hurting you.

he bent down, attacking your mouth with his, making you moan in pleasure as he continued to rub your clit in fast circles.

a moment later, you felt jeff hit something, making you release a muffled scream against his mouth. jeff pulled away from your mouth, trailing opened mouth kisses along your neck, biting down almost painfully, which made you throw your head back.

jeff continued to hit that special place inside of you, as he started to pound into you, making you moan loudly. you gripped jeff’s shoulders tightly, feeling him still attacking your neck.

jeff pulled away from you rather suddenly, stopping his thrusts for moment and lifting your legs up and putting them over his shoulder. he then continued to roughly take you, making him release frequent curses loudly as he went deeper inside of you.

“oh, fuck, mmm, y/n!” he yelled, moving one of his hands back down towards your clit, rubbing it quickly. you screamed, bucking your hips against his which made him lose it.

“j-jeff, please!” you gasped, feeling yourself tighten around his cock, before cumming hard.

your high pitched screams echoed throughout his room, feeling your orgasm hit you hard.

jeff continued fucking you, sweat beading on his forehead. a minute later, you heard a loud, drawn out moan escape him. “f-fuck!”

he rode out his own orgasm, his eye squeezed shut tightly and his lower lip caught between his teeth, biting down hard.

jeff slowly came to a stop, keeping himself buried within you for a moment, as he breathed deeply and looked down at you with tired eyes.

you were sucking on your bottom lip nervously, your face felt like it was on fire.

“jeff, was this okay?” you asked him shyly, blinking as he pulled out of you slowly. a lazy smile made its way on his lips, “it was perfect y/n,” he assured you.

he gently took your legs off of his shoulders, placing them down gently as to not hurt you, knowing you would be sore sooner or later.

you watched as he got up off of the bed, walking over to the trash can. you heard a snapping noise, making your ears perk up curiously, before realizing that he took off the condom.

he made his way back over to you and got into the bed, lifting the blanket up and pulling it over the both of you. before you even moved, you felt jeff carefully pull you on top of him, earning a surprised sound from you.

you heard him chuckle softly, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you against him. your head was rested on his chest as the both of you stared into each other’s eyes. “i love you,” you said, pecking his lips.

this earned you a toothy smile from the tired boy, “love you,” he said sleepily, hugging your flushed body against his as close as possible. “you should rest now, love,” he told you softly, kissing the tip of your nose.

“okay,” you whispered, shifting into a more comfortable position, half of your body slung over his, both of your legs intertwined together.

it didn’t take you both very long, before you both were sound asleep, both of you feeling content and very in love.


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i really hope you guys enjoy this, i deleted this imagine and restarted it like six times, i swear. also, my mom finally got me the book ‘13 reasons why’ so y'all already know that means i'ma be binge reading it the rest of the weekend. also, is binge reading a thing?? i don’t know. anyways, enjoy loves!

(sorry for any grammar mistakes, i edited this imagine three times, but if you see any grammar mistakes, just ignore them please!)

anonymous asked:

Prompt #4 for the ask thing

4. “I’m not drunk, I s-swear.”

“No, mom, I’m just staying at Nico’s”, Will grins and winks at Nico. Nico thinks it’s pretty impressive if they can pull this off. “It’s late already, and it’s not like I have school tomorrow or anything.”

Nico hears Will’s mother’s voice through the line but doesn’t listen to what she’s saying. Instead he focuses on his boyfriend’s neck, so well at hand from where he’s lying next to Will on the bed. He presses a soft, lingering kiss by the pulse point and feels Will run a hand through his hair. I’m going to miss this.

“Mom - no, listen. I need to leave for college in a week. Who knows when I’m going to see him again.”

That’s - not actually entirely true. Not that Will’s mother needs to know that they’re planning on visiting each other most every weekend. Nico throws an arm across Will’s chest and plays with the hem of his shirt. He’s not particularly looking forward to the four hour drive from New York to Boston every other weekend, but if it means he can spend time with Will he’ll do it over and over again.

Will sighs to the phone, and Nico peppers his kisses down to the barely exposed collar bone. “I know, mom. I’m gonna miss you, too. But Nico’s my -” Nico can see how Will swallows, can feel the hold around his shoulders tightening, “he’s my best friend.”

Again, not entirely true, but this Nico can live with. His own parents wouldn’t be too happy about him dating a boy, either, so he can understand where Will comes from. Besides, this way they can sleep in the same room, in the same bed, and no one has to go down the hall to the guest room.

Nico nuzzles to Will’s neck and presses his body closer to Will’s. Their legs tangle together as he listens to Mrs Solace go on and on about something he can’t quite hear. She’s probably trying to guilt trip Will into going home for the night, like she has tried so many times before. Sometimes Nico wonders if she likes Nico at all.

“I’ll be home every night for the rest of the week, mom.”

That makes Nico look up at Will, who shoots him an apologetic look and mouths sorry as his mother keeps talking. Nico knows they have no other choice. That doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it.

Without saying anything, Nico shimmers down the bed until he can press his face to the small sliver of skin peeking from under the hem of Will’s shirt. He breathes in deeply before starting to leave teasing kisses all over, and grins when he feels Will’s muscles tense under his lips.

“Yes, I promise”, Will says, and his voice is a little strained as he lifts a hand to bury it in Nico’s hair again. Nico pushes the shirt up to expose more skin and uses his teeth to nip around Will’s navel. “H-how about this. We can all go to Grandma’s for dinner tomorrow. Just please, let me spent some time tonight with Nico - oh.”

Will’s voice cuts into a barely there sigh when Nico dips his tongue to the navel and quickly moves on to suck a mark next to it. Will grips Nico’s hair tightly in his fist, and Nico can hear Mrs Solace asking something. 

“No! No, mom, I’m not drunk, I s-swear.” He doesn’t sound very convincing anymore, but Nico can’t really blame him. If Will was running his hands up Nico’s sides like this when Nico’s trying to speak to his mother, he wouldn’t sound very convincing, either. 

Nico moves his lips lower, towards Will’s hip bone, and one of his thumbs flicks quickly over a nipple.

“You know what, mom, we can have this conversation tomorrow. Sleep well. Good night.” Will disconnects the call and drops his phone to the mattress unguardedly. “You’re a real devil, aren’t you, di Angelo?”

Nico grins before nipping at the skin by the waistline of Will’s pants. “Well, if you’re going to abandon me for the rest of the week I thought we could have a head start. Too bad your mother was hogging you all to herself.”

Will looks a little disgusted when he gives Nico a pointed look. “Please don’t mention my mother when your mouth is inches away from my dick.”

With a laugh, Nico climbs up on top of Will and leans in to kiss him, slow and meaningful. “Noted”, he mutters against Will’s lips and feels him smile. “Anything else?”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

2

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She wasn’t in school, it had been two days and she hadn’t stepped foot on Riverdale grounds, her phone was constantly off and when he walked past her house, the light that usually shone through her bedroom window wasn’t lit.

To say he was worried was an understatement.
Walking the halls without her felt wrong, he felt lost and that wasn’t a feeling he particularly enjoyed. He’d skipped out on lunch with the gang these past two days, he didn’t want to stare at her empty spot as they all carried on like nothing was wrong. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

So that’s what brought him where he currently was, leaning against Veronica lodges locker, headphones over his neck and his fingers tapping the cool metal impatiently. How long did this girl take to get her things together? Suddenly he spotted his raven haired friend, tapping through the halls with her ridiculously high heels. She noticed him immediately sending him a questioning smile.

“Jughead? What’s up? Are you waiting for me?”

He nodded, “I’ve got a question.” Instantly Veronica’s face softened and she smirked slightly “this wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that our very favorite ponytail wearing blonde hasn’t been in school for a couple days, would it?” Blushing slightly at being caught, he nodded quickly “you heard from her?” Veronica threw her textbooks in her locker and held up a perfectly manicured finger “un momento” Jughead rolled his eyes. After Veronica had settled and slammed her locker shut, she turned to him and started walking.

“Betty is kind of going through a rough time right now, I think she’s just staying home and giving herself some super important tlc, I slept over last night and I think she’s okay, a little sad but that’s to be expected.” Veronica said frowning at the thought of her friends sad eyes.

“Why would she be sad? What happened? Is it her mom? Polly?” He was racking his brain trying to figure out what could have gone wrong, meanwhile Veronica was staring at him with a curious expression “you really don’t know?” He looked at her now “no. I really don’t, what’s going on?”

Veronica placed her arm on Jugheads shoulder
“Everyone’s talking about it, Betty got stood up on Sunday. Again. It’s the third time this month. The guys they ask her out, then they don’t show. She waited at pops for two hours and Adam link, stood her up. She hasn’t been at school since, she’s embarrassed Jughead, sad.”

Jughead saw red, three times in a month? What the hell was wrong with this school? Betty was the best damn girl riverdale had and these guys got a chance to take her out and they blew her off? They were all mental it wasn’t normal. She was perfect, all long shiny hair and big blue eyes .her personality was something you couldn’t match, she was funny and smart and had the biggest heart, so what was everyone’s problem? And then for people to be talking about it? This town was dumber than he thought.

“I told her I would meet her at pops today after school, unfortunately it seems I just can’t make it, you wouldn’t happen to want to take my place would you?” Veronica asked, smirking and easing her brow.

Jughead squeezed he shoulder and was just about to run to pops when Veronica grabbed his wrist. “She’s been hurt. A lot. Don’t let it happen again.” Jughead could see how serious she was by the fire in her eyes.

“I won’t.” He promised. Practically sprinting out the front doors.

He made it to pops in record time and spotted his girl instantly, he took a minute to admire her before she noticed him. She really was gorgeous, it was all in the way she carried herself, sure she was insecure but she was strong and that much was obvious, maybe that was why all the guys in this hick town couldn’t give her a chance, they were intimidated. Suddenly her eyes caught his and she smiled.

He smiled back making his way to her
“Juggie!” She smiled softly pushing her milkshake towards him “what are you doing here? Not that I’m mad, but I was expecting Ronnie?” He took the straw in his mouth “Veronica had to finish something at school, she sent me instead. I’d say you got the better end of the deal.” He smirked. She laughed and he cleared his throat “haven’t seen you around school? Haven’t really answered your texts either, even walked by your house a few times”

Betty dropped her eyes to the table

“I’m sorry Jughead, I know I kind of disappeared for a bit, I was working some things out.” He nodded understanding “penny for your thoughts?” She sighed and laid her hands flat on the table

“Am I ugly Jughead?” She asked so straightforward he choked on the milkshake

“What! No.. I mean bets.. no. Not even a little, are you crazy?” She shook her head “maybe I am crazy , maybe that’s why no one wants me.”

She didn’t sound sad per say, just… resolute. But to Jughead that was even worse. He pushed the milkshake out of his way and clutched her hands in his “ no. There is nothing wrong with you, you’re beautiful and kind and were all crazy Betty that has nothing to do with the fact that all the boys in this town are absolute idiots.” She looked into his eyes “but Archie and Adam..” he cut her off “exactly, thanks for proving my point. Idiots. I love arch but the fact that he let you walk out of his life is the stupidest thing anyone can do.”

It was silent for a second and he thought maybe Betty was upset, but then she spoke quietly
“What about you?” She asked

He looked at her confused, still holding her hands “what about me?” She took a deep breathe “are you an idiot.” Jugheads eyes widened and suddenly he wasn’t so afraid

“No, no I’m not. Because if I had the chance to be with you, I would never let you go.”

It was Betty turn for her eyes to go wide, but before he knew it she was squeezing his hands.
“Well what are you waiting for?”

To say he was suprised was an understatement, but when Betty leaned over the table and captured his lips with hers, he was fairly certain he was on another planet. It was everything he imagined. Passion, warmth, affection and most importantly , home.

She pulled away then and leaned into her booth

“I’ve been waiting to do that for years.” She smiled brightly.jughead barked out a laugh and reached for her,

“You and me both Betty cooper, you and me both.”

Work Comes Home - Part 8

Summary: You work for the company that publishes Hamilton: The Revolution.

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Warnings: Angst, maybe swearing

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You Deserve to be Saved

Synopsis:  Destiel Coda for 12.14.  In which Cas takes issue with Dean perpetually rolling over for his parents and serving as the family’s emotional giving tree. 


“So you and your mother reconciled,” Cas reiterates, having just been brought up to speed on the latest Winchester drama.  

Dean shrugs, not looking up from the firearm he’s currently dismantling on his bedside table.  “Yeah, Cas, I guess we did.”

“And you…apologized,” Cas concludes.  “To her.”

Dean looks up, a little surprised by how taken aback the affirmation sounds.  “Well, yeah,” he huffs.  “I mean, I was wrong, wasn’t I?  Mary…Mom, she’s her own woman, and I’m my own man.  We’re all adults here.”  Dean pauses, metal clinking in his hands.  “I should be able to get by without someone to…to kiss me on the head every night, or, or make me lunch or whatever.” 

Cas observes him quietly, noting the way his head ducks slightly, almost subconsciously, as though he’s ashamed by the admission.  

“I’d be happy to kiss your head every night, Dean,”  Cas offers.  “And though I’m not certain my culinary skills are up to par, I’d be honored to prepare you lunch every day as well.” 

Dean looks up again, brow furrowed, as though trying to determine whether Cas is serious.  After a few seconds, he manages a scoff.  “Come on, man, I just told you:  I don’t need all that junk.  I’m an adult, and I should be able to act like one.”  

With that, Dean hopes the matter will be resolved and Cas will let the subject drop.  Needless to say, he’s not so lucky.

“It’s not childish to crave love, Dean.”

This time, Dean pauses, dismantled pieces stilling in his hands.  He doesn’t look up – just stares comprehensively at the gun in front of him.  Reduced to the sum of its parts, it’s useless.  An ineffective weapon, just like him.

Nevertheless, Cas continues to pull him apart.  “Lunches and head kisses…they are a means to an end,” he says.  “What you really wish for, Dean, is someone to care for you.  To hold your needs as equal to theirs, and to treat you with tenderness and affection.”

Dean blinks damp eyes, wishing above all else that Cas would just stop.  “Cas-”   

“You deserve that, Dean,” Cas concludes.  The statement is almost ponderous, as though it’s a philosophical principle.  “You deserve to be loved.”

These words are the final straw, and Dean is the proverbial camel.  He breaks: he hates crying in front of people, even Cas, but he does, heaving quiet, shuddery sobs, pieces of his useless gun still cradled in his fingers like a broken toy.

He feels like a child, but he can’t stop.  Next thing he knows, Cas’s arms are around him, warm and strong and reassuring.

“I can’t…” he tries to say, gesturing futilely to his unfinished sidearm.  “I gotta…I gotta finish this.”

“It’s alright, Dean,” Cas assures him.  “Just leave it for now.  You’re more important than any gun.” 

Dean cries harder.  He feels like an idiot, but he can’t help but curl into the warm firmness of Castiel’s chest, letting him hold him tight like he did all those years ago. 

They stay like that for what seems like an infinitely long time, Cas resting his chin on the top of Dean’s head and murmuring soothing words in his deep, gravelly voice that make Dean feel as though his muscles are turning to jello.  He knows he should loath to be this vulnerable around anyone, but some part of him – a very large part – loves it.  Needs it, even, at his very core. 

“Now,” Cas grumbles, once Dean has calmed down somewhat.  “About Mary.”

“Cas, you know I-”  Dean starts to protest, but Cas silences him.

“I know how it feels to serve as the perpetual punching bag for those around me, and I know how easily it can wear one down.  Even the likes of the great Dean Winchester,” he adds wryly.  “So please, Dean, for my sake if not for yours, know that you don’t have to accept anything other than the best treatment and the utmost respect.  You deserve that, Dean.” 

Dean looks up, a tad desperately.  “Cas, look, I get what you’re sayin’ here, and I appreciate it.  But Mary…” He searches for a way to articulate his feelings.  “…She’s my mom.”

“And she’s my friend and charge to protect,” Cas affirms.  “As well as one of the finest warriors I’ve ever known.  This does not mean you have to accept her dishonesty, her manipulation, or the manner in which she’s treated you.  She’s an adult, and it’s well in her rights to make her own decisions – that does not mean you have to passively allow her to hurt you, even inadvertently.”

“She’s not, Cas.  She’s just-”  Dean starts to say, but Cas gives him that irksome, knowing look, and he falls silent, eyelids fluttering.  “Fine.  Then what should I say to her?  Tell her to kiss my ass?  Go screw?”

“No,” Cas refutes patiently.  “Merely inform her that she’s hurt you, specifically what she’s done to hurt you, and then don’t apologize afterwards.”

Dean blinks, attempting briefly to think up some snarky retort, but he falls flat. It sounds so simple, the way he says it.  

“Can you do that for me, Dean?” Cas prompts, looking at him with such gentle adoration Dean almost wants to break something. 

Instead, he just nods, swallowing wetly.  “Yeah, Cas.  I can do that.” 

The two of them just sit there for a moment or two, looking wordlessly into one another’s eyes.  It’s a kind of intimacy Dean’s never had with anyone else in his life.  No one but Cas.

After a moment, he manages a chuckle.  “You know, it’s funny:  all these years, Cas, and you’re still pullin’ me out of hell.  I don’t know how you do it.”

Cas smiles softly at him.  “It’s because you deserve to be saved, Dean,” he murmurs.  “You always have.” 

“But Mom!”

Chloe Beale disappeared on the face of the earth right after graduation. Her Bellas thought she’d be the one to initiate all their reunions; not their other captain - Beca Mitchell.

Their resident DJ was reluctant about the whole hanging out thing but she’d rather be the one organising it than let Fat Amy do the planning. Who wants to see crocodiles and dingoes every year? Clearly, not her!

Also, if she was being honest, she was hoping someday Chloe would show up to one of their reunions.

She still has the redhead’s number and e-mail so a month before the first week of the summer, she’d send out the group e-mail to everyone containing their itenerary: where to, when to get there, how much they’d spend (in estimate), where they’d stay, and the other activities they’d be doing once they’re all together.

The brunette never got a reply from the redhead though. This year, the Bellas decided that Maldives would be the place they’d go to.

“Legacy, you really think Maldives would be the right place for us?” the brunette asks Emily.

“Everyone thinks so! Maybe this year, she’ll show up.” Legacy gives her a goofy grin.

After a year of working in Residual Heat, Beca was asked by one of the biggest music production company to come work for them in LA. Needless to say she was ecstatic and took the offer immediately.

She promised Chloe she wouldn’t LA go. So she made the promise happen.

As soon as Emily finished college, she asked her to be one of her artists and just like her Aca-Mom, she didn’t let LA go.

Stacie works with NASA now.. well she basically runs the whole place. Fat Amy’s had a billion jobs since she graduated but she’s currently a tour guide in Paris (this girl has tons of money). Flo was never deported and is now running her own organization supporting puerto ricans in New York. Lily opened up a Ninja Academy (which really was just a parkour gym) and has 15 branches all over the US. Jessica and Ashley are both starring in their own broadway shows. Cynthia Rose works as a song writer in one of the branches of Beca’s label in Maine. Aubrey.. well they didn’t talk much after Chloe left.

So she sent out the e-mail as soon as she got Emily’s ‘approval’. She got her 9 yeses immediately, including Emily’s.

When there was a 9th 'ding’ from her laptop, Beca hurriedly opens her mail.

'Message Sending Failure: this e-mail address is no longer active’

“Damn it, Chlo.”


It was already the first week of summer and Beca was the first one in Maldives. Emily had to stay with Benji for one more day before flying out.

The rest of the Bellas were set to arrive the next day. Beca just wanted some time to herself. It was already sunset but she still decided to put on some sun screen if she doesn’t want to end up looking like a tomato.

She was just sitting by the shore, watching the sunset and writing some lyrics when a beach ball hit her face.

She growls at the interruption but was met by a giggle.

“You got hit by the ball!” The little boy giggles again.

Beca puts up her sunglasses and stares at the boy, “You think that’s funny, kid?” She was ready to attack him if it weren’t for his kind blue eyes and light red hair.

“You’re grumpy.” The kid knitted his eyebrows together.

As much as she hated taking care of kids, Beca couldn’t help but ask him. “Okay kid, where’s your mom?”

“I dunno.” The kid shrugs.

“Okay what’s your name?”

“What’s your name?” The boy crosses his arms.

Beca finds it cute how grumpy this child is. First, he didn’t even apologize. Now he has the guts to act all badass when he was the one who hit her??? That sounded a lot like… yeahp. This could be the tiny version of her if only he had a darker shade of blue eyes and brunette hair.

“I’m Beca. Now will you tell me your name so I can get you back to your mother?”

After much reluctance the boy answers, “I’m Charles, momma calls me Charlie.”

“Now that wasn’t so bad! Come on let’s go look for your mom.”

Beca starts packing her stuff and wore her clothes over her swim suit. When the boy doesn’t move, she rolls her eyes before turning to him with a smile. “Okay Charlie, what do you want now?”

“I want milkshake, fries and burger!!!” The boys says, still with his arms crossed.

“You could at least say please young man!” Beca glares at him. “Come on, fine!”

And that was it. The boy came running towards her and hugging her as if they knew each other since he was born.

'Who knew food was the only way to get you to like me?’ Beca thinks to herself. 'Just like me, huh?’

The two walked to the floating restaurant and Beca got them both burger and fries. She got herself a beer and Charlie his milkshake.

“Why are you grumpy?” Charlie asks while munching on his fries.

Beca smiles st the question, “I’m sorry, buddy. Just the way I am, I guess. How old are you?”

“I’m five.” He puts his hand up to show the number four and Beca fixes it for him.

“That’s five, dude.” She chuckles.

The boy smiles at her, “Are you working?”

“What? Is this 20Qs? You’re too young to know that game.” Beca smirks remembering a certain redhead who loved this game.

Charlie glares at her, “Just answer itttt!” he whines.

Damn, this kid is toooooo spoiled. His mom must be having a hard time so she let him go.

“I’m a DJ and a music producer.” Beca answers casually after sipping her beer when a phone started ringing.

Beca looks around for her phone only to find that it wasn’t hers that was ringing. She shot a look towards the boy who was happily eating his burger. “Charlie, you have a phone???”

Acting all innocent, “Um… i forgot?”

Beca rolls her eyes at the boys antics, “Well go pick it up!”

Charlie picks up the phone and puts a good distance between the device and his ear. “CHARLIE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU YOUNG MAN?” The two wince at the voice.

“I’m sorry momma! I got lost… I’m eating at the restaurant with the super cool dj and music par… praduder.”

“Producer.” Beca corrects the kid with a smirk.

“I’M GOING TO COME AND GET YOU CHARLES ANTHONY. DON’T MOVE A SINGLE MUSCLE!” The woman shouts through the phone.

“But mooooooooom!!!” The boy whines.

Then the line was cut off. The boy looked like he was about to pee in his pants but instead he ran off before Beca could even stop him.

She tried running after the boy but was left behind so she decided to go back to the restaurant and get the kids phone.

Seriously, what five year old would own an iPhone 5? Well at least it’s not the one with the the thumbprint thingy?

She slides it open. “Thank god there’s no passcode.” She browses through call log and saw 'Mom’ on it. She got the number and dialled it on her phone.

“Hello? I’m so sorry about Charlie but this is the DJ he was with. I lost your kid. He ran as soon as you put down the phone but I’m looking for him right now.”

When she only heard silence from the other end of the line..

“Hello? Um. Okay please please don’t hate me. I’ll look for him I promise.” Beca hangs up before she could even hear the response…

“B.. Beca?”





A/N: Hey guys! Here are quick links for Part 2Part 3, and Part 4