Let-The-Wind-Blow

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can the admins recs long fics with more than 100k words? any pairing is fine, I'm purely curious if there's actually a bunch of them because I only read two(?) from your long fic recs but never encounter one my self?? thanks in advance!!

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Aeryn & Niki

Cheater, Cheater Pt 2 || Jughead J. ft. Archie A.

Song: Pray You Catch Me - Beyoncé

Part One

Requested by anon


I hadn’t talked to Archie in 5 days and each day that went by it was a new emotion. I’ve gone from anger to sadness, back to anger, then self hate, and now I’m teetering between anger and sadness. As I walked down the hallway, I’d past several couples, and my heart would break more.

Archie had blown my phone up for the first two days since I’d found out, then it’s text here and there, finally it stopped. I hadn’t responded to a single text.

All that was on my mind was playing the times we were together and he’d cheated on me. I replayed the memories over and over again in my mind, looking for signs. Was I really that stupid that I hadn’t known my boyfriend had been cheating on me for a month?

I walk into my Advanced Lit class, and went straight to the back, opposite of sitting in the middle of the classroom to talk to everybody. Since I’d found out, my brain has been on autopilot while my mind was sitting in the seat dead.

I sat in the back corner, excluded from everyone else. I watched the door as Archie walked in, a smile on his face as he jokingly pushed one of his “friends”. He looked over at me, but I turned my head away, looking out the window.

He was perfectly fine, while I was crumbling apart.

“Hey,” Jughead said to me as he slid into the seat next to mine. “How are you holding up?”

“Not at that well.” I turned my head to him. “Is it bad that I’m so torn up by this?”

“No, you two dated for over a year.” I look down at desk.

“Can we skip Pop’s and just go to your house?” I asked, not wanting to be in public any longer than I have to.

“Yeah, of course.” Jughead had been my rock, since I’d found out Archie had cheated on me with Grundy. It was on thing cheating on me, but with a fucking teacher, that was the breaking point.

“Alright class,” The Lit teacher said, closing the door behind him as the bell rang.


The bell rang, snapping me out of my thoughts, I shut my laptop and slid it in my bag. I followed closely behind Jughead, wanting to get out of Archie’s line of sight as quick as possible. We went our separate ways, him going to his next class and me going to my locker.

As I closed my locker and turned to head to my next class, I watched Archie go into Grundy’s classroom. Despite my minds protest, my feet moved towards her classroom, and I’m peeking through the small glass window. Archie and Grundy were close to kissing, and felt sick to my stomach, that’s when I knew any chance of us getting back together was obsolete.

I knew I couldn’t trust him before this and I was still looking for a reason to forgive him, but know that he’s still seeing her after I found out, I knew it was over.

I slipped my phone out my pocket, my glaze still on the pair, hatred setting my blood on fire. I dragged my eyes away from the two, pulling up Archie’s contact and creating a new text.

I didn’t care how cold it was to break up with someone over text, I was pissed, and couldn’t find myself no longer caring if he got hurt.

You two should cover the window, you know before you start snogging. Just thought to give you a tip so you don’t get caught for a third time. Have fun with your slut. We’re over.

I hit send and watched as he pulled away, looking at his phone. He looked up and at the window, his hazel eyes meeting mine. Absolute panic and fear brought down his face, and he’s sprinting to the door, but I was already gone.

“Y/N!” He yelled through the crowded hallway, I ignored him, the damage was done.

I could see the doors to the student parking lot, my hand holding onto my phone with a death grip.

I had to get out of here.

I didn’t feel the heart break anymore, I was numb with anger. I wasn’t just feeling anger though, I finally felt free. Relief.

Archie and I were over and I was walking away, leaving destruction in my path. I didn’t give a single shit.

I got to my car, the wind blowing through my hair as I unlocked my car.

Archie had finally got outside, still yelling my name, but I was already in my car and staring it. He got mid way to my car, but I was already pulling out.

I pressed down on the gas once I got on the road. I rolled down the windows, letting the wind blow throughout my car as I speed. I was laughing and crying, I was free.

I slowed down as I get to my neighborhood, pulling into my driveway. I got out of my car, happiness over taking me as I unlocked the front door, and run up the stairs. I get to my room and fall back into my bed.

Closing my eyes, I knew I was at peace.


I waited for Jughead to get out to the student parking lot, music blasting through my speakers.

Everything felt normal.

As Jug walked up to my car, he seen the huge smile on my face, and before he could say again, I spoke.

“Do you need a ride?” He nodded his, getting into the passenger side of my car, speechless. “Okay, so your house or Pop’s or do you want to just drive around, because I’m totally up for all three?” He looked over at me in complete shock.

“Who are you and what did you do to Y/N?” I laughed.

“I know I did a complete 180 on my mood since Lit, I broke up with Archie, and skipped the rest of school, having a me day.” I explained. “Now where to?”

“I guess my house.” He said buckling up. “And did I just here you say you broke up with Archie?”

“Yep,” I put my car in gear and drive out of the parking lot, the wind yet again blowing through the windows, but no where near as bad as this morning.

“No remorse, sadness? You’re perfectly fine?” He asked, not able to believe the mood I was in.

“Yep, it’s in the past. Now, turn the radio up!” I see him looking at me in disbelief and finally turned up the volume.


“What?” I asked laughing as Jughead continued staring at me in disbelief, he shook his head, giving a slight laugh. He sat in his desk chair as I laid propped up in his bed.

“ I still can’t believe it, yesterday you were balling your eyes out on my shoulder, and today you’re happy as can be.”

“Well belive it, now what about a Star Wars marathon?” He had a ghost of a smile on his face as he agreed. “Okay, you get the movie going and I’ll go make popcorn!” I said, jumping out of his bed and going into the kitchen before he could change his mind.

Once the popcorn was done popping, I poured it in a bowl, and ran up stairs and to his room, finding him propped up against the headboard on his bed, fast forwarding through the commercials.

I got the popcorn!“ I announced, jumping on his bed, but careful not to get the popcorn everywhere. I sat next to him, leaning my back against the headboard and my head on his shoulder. He looked down at me, I didn’t see the look on his face as I continued staring at the TV and eating popcorn.

Once he got the movie started, our night was filled with both of us repeating lines word-for-word, and throwing popcorn at each other.

I eventually laid my head on his chest, pieces of popcorn covering the bed, and called my eyes.

I was at peace.


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Let the wind blow it all away

Pairings: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Bit of angst, bit of fluff

A/N: This short drabble goes for my girl, Nichole @goldenangelbloodcastiel since she’s been feeling a bit off lately. I hope you like it, babe! 

Tags bellow the cut.

Originally posted by miriastar


The cool breeze blows his silky hair over his gorgeous face. You sigh, watching long fingers pushing it behind his ears. Sulking on your own awful mood, the cool spring air doing nothing to make you feel better.

Shoulders shrugged you look down to the ancient lore book on your lap; it’s useless you’re not even reading. Sam on the other hand, seems to be going through his at speed of light, he turns page after page soon taking another one from the small pile you took with you outside.

Earlier today Sam noticed something wrong with you, not wanting to pry into your personal business he simply suggested changing the scenery a little bit, whilst Dean drove to next town and back to get some supplies.

As you push your own hair away from your face you look up only to encounter Sam’s face right in front of yours. You move back a couple of inches in surprise. “Sam!”

He licks his lips, leaning closer, slowly lifting his hands to show you he means no harm, not that you’d ever believe he’d harm you.

His big hands cup your cheeks and his beautiful gray-green eyes under the June afternoon sun, reads yours before dropping to your mouth. You part your lips in order to breath, his closeness making your lungs ache.

Sam smiles, dimples on display, and is such a dazzling, contagious smile the sides of your lips turn up too. He closes the distance, eyelashes brushing his cheeks. With your eyes closed as well, the rest of your senses come to live.

The smell of old books and coffee, the mixed of mint and his own breath, the wind whistling on your ears and the soft material of his flannel on your hands as you fist his clothes pulling his closer.

He finally breaks the kiss, you breathe deeply, opening your eyes. He’s looking at you, really looking, a happy expression on his face. You lick your lips and return the grin, his fingers brush your hair away from your face as he leans forward to kiss you again.


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Jeff Atkins - Request #1

Please can you do a Jeff imagine where him the reader and him are high school sweethearts and it’s years later and it’s some kind of big event like a wedding or anniversary or the birth of their child idk you choose but your writing is fab!

After tossing and turning most of the night, you gave up on sleep. With the baby kicking and moving, you couldn’t get comfortable enough to relax. She was usually pretty good about letting you sleep but tonight she was being fussy and it was painful. So you stood and threw on one of Jeff’s shirts, they were just about all that fit you this late into your pregnancy. Walking into the kitchen you put on lullabies on your phone and made yourself a warm glass of milk.

You had read that babies reacted to music, even in the womb, so when she would get active at night, you’d put on some music and let her relax.

“When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.” You sang quietly, your hands cradling your belly as you swayed slowly to music. “When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and mommy will catch you, cradle and all.”

You sighed when the movements continued. Tying your hair up in a ponytail, you let out a tired exhale. The clock on the oven read 3:29 AM and instead of being curled up against Jeff, you were dancing in the kitchen.

Your mind wandered to what it would be like when she got here. Would she be this fussy? You were a fussy child or would she be calm like Jeff. Would she look like you, or him, or a perfect combination of the two? All it was so exciting, all you knew was that you were ready for her to come out.

You reached for your phone, trying to remember the song you parents used to sing to you when you were restless. You could recall the nights you’d keep them up to the point of exhaustion and they would strap you in the car and drive around, singing to you until you fell asleep.

Night Moves. That was the song they would sing. Night Moves by Bob Seger.
They were in love with classic rock and somehow it soothed you right away.

You found the song on your playlist and pressed play, starting to dance again.

“Working on mysteries without any clues, working on our night moves” You sang along. “Trying to make some front page drive-in news. Working on our night moves.”

“Are you singing Bob Seger to our baby?”

You jumped, hearing Jeff’s voice behind you. Turning around, you saw him standing at the doorway, sleepy-eyed and ruffled hair, with that same smile you fell in love with freshman year of high school. He’d grown a lot since then. His voice was deeper, his features chiseled and rugged. But even at 27, his boyish charm had never left him.

“I think it’s working.” You smiled, nodding you your head.

“Well then.” He chuckled, crossing the room. “Let me help.”

He took your hand, spinning you around before pulling you against him. With one hand on your waist, the other on your belly, he swayed you to the music, holding you close.

“Working on our night moves, trying’ to lose those awkward teenage blues.” He sang out loud with a smile, his forehead leaned on yours as he held your gaze. “Working on our night moves. And it was summertime. Sweet summertime, summertime.”

You laughed, laying your head against his solid chest as the two of your danced in your kitchen in the middle of the night as you tried to ignore the pain and pulsating in your stomach. There was not a moment in your relationship when you weren’t reminded of why you loved this man so much. He was your best friend through and through.

Suddenly the pain became too much and you let go, holding your stomach tightly. Jeff instantly got worried, holding onto you so you didn’t fall over.

“Babe?”

You felt a pop and suddenly the ground was wet. It felt like you were peeing but the fluid was clear. Was that…? Was this …? Did your water just break?

Oh shit. It did.

“Babe, I think my water just broke.” You said calmly while in shock, slowly lifting your head to meet Jeff’s terrified gaze.

“How - what - what do we -”

“Jeff my water just broke!” You said louder as the realization of the situation hit you.

“What - what do we do?!” He asked, sensing your panic and starting to panic himself.

“We - we have to to go to the hospital. I’ll get changed. You grab our hospital bags.” You instructed, waddling away from the puddle to make your way to the bedroom.

Jeff helped you to the room, helping you change into clean clothes and ran down to the car, throwing the bags and the carseat into the back before running up to help you down to the car.

Your breathing had become more and more labored at that point and he held your hand. “This is it baby.” He whispered with a smile. “Breathe with me just like they said in the classes.”


———-

After you got to the hospital, Jeff called your families to let them know you were in labor while the nurses set you up in the room. The pain had become increasingly worse and Jeff was by your side, holding your hand the entire time, helping you concentrate on your breathing, helping you cool down with damp towels to wipe your sweat, having the nurses grab you ice chips and feeding them to you.

Your eyes filled with tears, not only from the pain of the contractions but also from the overwhelming emotions.

“Hey, hey” He said wiping your tears. “You’re doing great baby.”

“That’s not it.” You cried, holding his hand tightly. “This is the last time it’ll ever be just the two of us. After this we won’t be Y/N and Jeff - we’ll be mommy and daddy.”

You and Jeff had been high school sweethearts since freshman year. You went to the same college. Jeff had asked you to marry him on the field during one of his baseball games in front of an entire stadium of people. You got married after graduation. Bought a home two years later. Now after 12 years of being together, you were about to bring your first child into the world.

He hung his head in a smile, “I know babygirl, I know but it’s a good thing. We’re about to be a mom and dad to a beautiful baby girl that we’ll love more than anything in this world.”

You knew all of this was your hormones talking. You were so ready to be a mom. You and Jeff had done classes. You both had read all the books. Your home was filled with baby things. It was time.

“I love you so much.” You breathed, squeezing his hand through another painful contraction.

They had gotten closer and closer together by this point so a nurse came in to check.

“Full dilation.” She smiled, “It’s time mama. Are you ready?”


Your breath caught in your throat and full of fear. you looked at Jeff who’s face was now pale as a ghost. Despite all of that he was holding it together for you like he always did.

He smiled, running his fingers back through your hair. “You got this baby.”

You nodded, turning to look at the nurse. “I’m ready.”

She smiled sweetly, looking between the two of you before she headed out of the room. Only a few minutes passed before she returned with another nurse, preparing the machines and whatever the doctor would need.

To calm your anxiety you looked at Jeff the whole time. He locked his eyes with yours, ignoring everything else happening in the room. With his hands running through your messy hair, he smiled, leaning in to kiss you.

The doctor came and sat between your legs and it wasn’t long before you had to start to push. Jeff held one leg, the nurse held the other. You screamed through the pain, pushing for what felt like hours before you finally started to crown. Jeff took a peak and it looked like he was about to faint but turned his head to you instead.

“I swear, you’re incredible, babe. You’re like superman right now.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your head with his eyes full of tears. “I love you so much baby.”  

You cried, smiling as you looked up at him before you screamed in pain with another push. You had planned on having your mother by your side during the birth but because you weren’t due for another week and a half, your families hadn’t flown down yet. Yet in that moment, you were glad that nobody was next to you but Jeff. Your life was with this man and he would be the one by your side for the rest of your life. This was all you needed.

With one final push you heard the cry of your baby and all of the pain you’d just went through seemed to fade away.

“Mr. and Mrs. Atkins, say hello to your baby girl.” The doctor smiled.

The baby was placed on your chest and you kissed her head, holding the little angel as Jeff wrapped his arms around you, both of you unable to stop from crying at the sight of her. Just like that, you were okay being known as Mom and Dad from now on.

———-

The chaos calmed by the end of the night. The baby was cleaned and brought back to your room for the rest of the night. You had been able to breastfeed and Jeff learned to swaddle and change the diaper. Then as much as you had wanted to stay awake and stare at your beautiful girl you had drifted off to sleep for a little while.

 The sound of her crying had woken you up but instead of moving, you opened your eyes to see that Jeff was already picking her up to rock her gently. He was already a natural at this. You pretended to still be asleep as you watched him with her. He looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Grabbing your phone, he put on Night Moves with the volume low and danced slowly with the baby.

“Sweet summertime summer time.” He sang lowly to her until she quieted down, cooing in his arms with her big beautiful eyes looking up at him.

You watched him take a seat on the chair, holding her in his arms as he looked down at her with tear glossed eyes rimmed with dark circles from lack of sleep but a smile on his face nonetheless.

“I knew from the moment I met your mother that she would be my wife. We would talk about one day having a baby. We both wanted a girl. I never thought I could have more love for your mother than I already did, but watching her today…” He sniffled back a tear. “She gave me the greatest gift on earth. She gave me you. And I will thank her for that every day because you are the love of my life. I promise that I will love and care for you with every fiber of my being. As long as there is breath in me and your mother, you will never face anything alone. Everything I am and everything I have is yours.”

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A/N: One request down. I hope you like it!

Please let me know if you have any requests. :)

***None of the images/gifs are mine.

!!!!ATTENTION SEA WITCHES!!!!

I don’t know why I didn’t think about This before, but its probably because im not a sea witch myself, but anyways here me out. Since I do live at the beach I occasionally go out to pick up shells and I do find the occasionally sand dollar.

When I was younger my grandmother told me how the little rattle noise inside the sand dollar was caused by the little doves that lived inside them. And if you found a broken sand dollar with one of the doves inside you could make a wish and let the wind blow your wish away back into the sea.

So I may be wrong on this but the so called doves are broken off pilers inside the sand dollar that broke after the sand dollar had died and dried up.

So don’t be discouraged when you find a broken sand dollar or if one of yours breaks. Plus you can make the sand dollar into a powder and use it for protection or circle castings. And I don’t recommend that you break your beautiful sand dollar because you want to make a wish, but its up to you. And as a side note not all sand dollars have these, and are found more in bigger ones.

So that’s all I have to say! Feel free to add anything if you want.

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“My chest hurts.” His eyes were glossy but he wouldn’t let himself cry anymore. His hair was a mess, and his cheeks were puffy and red. He looked so genuinely sad, and it broke your heart.

"I know, but it will be okay. Just give yourself some time. Want more tea?” You said trying to say cheerfully, but it didn’t matter. You knew Shawn was going to be this heartbroken for a while. He was such a passionate person and so whenever he felt anything, he felt it strongly. He really loved his now ex girlfriend, and watching her leave him, really just broke his heart. I mean, it happens right? Everyone’s bound to get their heart broken at least once in their life, and it’s going to suck, but it still has to happen. The only problem is, it’s already happened to Shawn once, and now it’s happening again. You had been best friends with Shawn since the beginning, and you watched him grow. You watched him be heartbroken about girls like now, and also about small things like losing his favorite guitar pick. You loved him as a friend, but you also loved him romantically. You wished you had the courage to tell him so, and to tell him to stop wasting his time with other stupid girls who seem to only like him for his fame. But your hair was a mess, and you wore band t-shirts with long stained sweaters. Shawn liked beautiful girls with long hair and straight teeth. At least that’s how the last girls looked. It didn’t matter anyway. What mattered right now was how Shawn was feeling. He was broken, and there was nothing you could do.

“I think I’m just gunna take another nap.” He grabbed the blanket and headed for the couch again. But before he sat down you spoke up.

“You know what, why don’t we go do something. You already took like fifty naps Shawn, let’s go out and get some fresh air, no? No more moping around.” You took the blanket from him and put it on the couch.

Shawn just stood there, giving you a look, like he didn’t know what to say. He rubbed his eyes a a couple times before saying, “What would we even do?”

“We could go out to eat, go see a movie. I don’t know, whatever you want.”

“She loved seeing movies.” Shawn spoke quietly and you rolled your eyes. He was going through that phase of a breakup where everything in the world related back to your ex. Earlier that morning Shawn barely drank his tea saying stuff like “She used to drink this exact tea on the balcony at this exact time.” And it broke your heart to see Shawn so sad, but at the same time you really were tired of it.

“Shawn, do me a favor? Okay, we are gunna go out to eat, because I’m hungry okay? But, when we go, and even just now, whenever I talk I want you to listen very carefully to everything I say and just don’t think about her okay?” You said remembering how your friends handled your first heartbreak. They made conversation with you about random things, and snapped in your face whenever they noticed you close your eyes, or look away, meaning you were thinking of something that wasn’t important. You hoped you could think of random topics to talk about with Shawn, and you hoped he would listen.

“Okay.” He said simply, and soon enough the both of you were off to that burger place downtown. It was the only place where Shawn hadn’t gone on some kind of date with his ex. You talked to him about your life and how busy you were lately. You told him about work and school and just everything in between. But eventually you got tired of talking about stuff he mostly already knew.

“You wanna know something?” You said with your mouth full of fries.

“Sure.” Shawn said and ran his hands through his hair, leaning against the table across from you. He was so pretty, and he didn’t even try.

“When I was like 13, I told myself that I’d marry my first boyfriend, that way I wouldn’t have to ever experience heartbreak. Funny right?” You laughed as you wiped the grease from the food off your hands. You weren’t trying to bring up the topic of relationships but you were just being honest, hoping that maybe Shawn would understand that heartbreak is bound to happen even when you try to prevent it.

“You always had that kind of mind. Wish I knew you when you were 13.” Shawn joked, because he knew you when you were only a year older and that’s when you first became friends.

“Can I rant? I think, all day, I’ve been crying about all this, and not actually talking about it and sometimes talking helps. Is it okay if I rant?” Shawn spoke with a rawness in his voice. You loved how honest and real your friendship with him was. So you nodded your head, and he started ranting. Ranting about how beautiful she was, about how he did everything she wanted all the time, about how he thought he was so lucky. It was breaking your heart to see him so sad. It made you realize really what love does to us as humans. It makes us destroy ourselves for someone else, hoping they’ll destroy themselves back for us. And when they don’t, we destroy ourselves even more, thinking it will help. And so here Shawn was, sitting across from you, ripping his own heart out, wishing he could put it on some kind of pretty platter and hand it right over to his ex.

“It’s not fair. How come the people we love most don’t love us back?” He was making circles on the table with his finger, and tapping his foot in the chair.

“Sometimes the people who actually love you, are sitting right in front of you and you just don’t realize it.” You said without even noticing that you were literally sitting in front of Shawn. You were just speaking the truth you heard your friend say to you once.

“What’s that supposed to mean, you got some kind of feelings for me or something?” Shawn was shaking his head and laughing. You looked up from your food and realized what he got out of what you said.

“I never said that, but so what would you say if I did have feelings for you?” You were a little hurt that he was laughing but at the same time you knew that’s how it would end up being anyway. That’s why you never told him how you felt.

“I wouldn’t believe you.”

“Why not?” You sat with your elbows in the table, your chin in the palm of your hands.

“Because you’re you. I dunno.” You were taken back at what he said and you wanted an explanation. You raised your eyebrows and just stared at him.

“I mean like, you’re a rockstar Y/N. You’re out there kicking ass in your colorful socks and band t-shirts. You’re the smartest chick I know and, the way you live your life is just.. It’s different, you’re different. I always guessed you’d like a guy that’s different too. Not me, I’m just your average white kid that happens to be able to sing. Nothing special really, nothing compared to someone like you.” This was the second time now you were taken back by everything Shawn said, and you just sat there staring at him not knowing what to say.

“You seriously think you aren’t special?” Was all you said at first. Shawn just shook his head some more and laughed again.

“You’re Shawn Mendes, you’re the most popular name out there right now, and probably forever. If you weren’t special, you wouldn’t have millions of girls running after you everyday. Don’t fucking sit here and tell me that you’d be surprised if I liked you Shawn. You can call me different but in reality I’m not. I’m just like every other girl out there who’s crazy in love with you and your special ass.” You weren’t saying it in a mean way, you were just being as honest as possible and you surprised yourself at first, but you were sick of pretending that you weren’t in love wth your best friend who sat across from you, mouth wide open.

“You’re in love with me?”

You shrugged your shoulders and stood up from the table getting ready to leave, regretting what you said. You and Shawn walked out in silence and suddenly the cool air hit you and you stood outside, letting the wind blow your hair around.

“I asked you a question back there.” Shawn reminded you of what he said before, but this time he grabbed your shoulder. You turned to look at him.

“Yes Shawn. I’ve been in love with you since day one. Don’t act like you didn’t know.” You pushed your hair behind your ear, hoping you weren’t upsetting Shawn. You stood still for a minute, before you notice Shawn walk closer to you. He was so tall, looking down at you.

His hands were now pushing the other pieces of hair around your face, behind your other ear, and he was looking right at you. He leaned in slowly to kiss you, but you pulled away.

“You’re lonely Shawn. You’re sad. You want someone to kiss and as much as I get that, I’m not letting it happen. I’ll bring you home and you can go back to moping and do whatever you want, but I’m not letting you use me to get rid of your pain okay?” Your face was probably bright red and you could feel your heart beating in your chest, like it was going to jump out and land right in Shawn’s hands. But you didn’t let it. Not this time.

“What do you think I am? Some kind of fuck boy? I wouldn’t kiss someone just for fun Y/N. I did that maybe once. Maybe twice.. But you’re my best friend.”

You stared at him in the cold, and he just stood there staring back at you. The cold air was making his nose pink and his eyes were watering from the wind. You didn’t know what to say, so you just walked over to the car opening to door and getting in. Once you were both seated in the car, Shawn turned on the ignition getting ready to drive before saying, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Was all you could think to say. Shawn started driving and the ride home was quiet. Silent actually, no words. You sang softly to the radio that played but otherwise, there was nothing more between you and Shawn. That was, until you got home. He threw the keys on the table and yelled.

“I fucking love you okay? There, I said it.”

You stood still in your tracks, and you turned to face Shawn.

“Um.. I love you too?” You said and titled your head, before letting out a weak laugh.

“No Y/N. I mean like, like more than that. Of course I never told you because I was too busy being stupid with other girls. But what I said back there, before we got home, it had me thinking.”

“About what?”

“About what I said about how you’re my best friend. I don’t wanna be kissing girls for fun anymore, I wanna be kissing my best friend.” You slowly walked closer to Shawn, watching him as he stood still, his hands in his pockets.

“Really?” You raised your eyebrows, laughing, just in case he was joking.

“Yeah really. Really, really really Y/N.” But he wasn’t joking, his hands were on your neck now, and his breath was warm against your skin. His voice vibrated into your head and soon enough his mouth was on yours. You didn’t stop him this time, instead you kissed back, harder, grabbing his hair and running your fingers through it.

You let out an awkward noise, and you stumbled over the table that was behind you. Shawn pulled away and smiled into your mouth, laughing at you.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” You admitted as you grabbed his hand.

“So have I.”

Rain Drops-(Stiles Stilinski)

Originally posted by winterdaddario

Characters: Malia Tate, Stiles Stilinski and (Y/N)

Word Count: 894

Warnings: sad stuff

Pairing: none/hint at Stiles x Reader

Summary: Stiles and (Y/N) no longer keep in touch. But memories change that. 

(A/N) I was listening to James Blunt whilst writing this, I’m sorry how depressing this is honestly, I just needed to write something sad.

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Humbly let go. Let go of trying to do, let go of trying to control…let go of my own way, let go of my own fears. Let God blow His wind, His trials, oxygen for joy’s fire. Leave the hand open and be. Be at peace. Bend the knee and be small and let God give what God chooses to give because He only gives love and whisper surprised thanks. Fullness of joy is discovered only in the emptying of will.
—  Ann Voskamp // One Thousand Gifts
Worksheet to make In-Depth Correspondences

I use this worksheet for any plant that I actively work with, to dish out as much detail as possible so I can maximize the effectiveness of the spell and the plant’s capabilities. 

Plant: 

Scientific Name: 

General Correspondences: (General, one word things like “Banishing, Money, etc” would go here.) 

How it works for:

  • Protection:
  • Opportunities/Unblockers:
  • Money/Wealth: 
  • Relationships: 
  • Banishing: 
  • Binding: 
  • Cursing: 

Differences as: 

  • A tea: (Put N/A if not edible). 
  • A potion: 
  • An oil:
  • Dried:
  • Fresh: 

How it works with certain elements: 

  • Fire (burning, with candles, etc):
  • Water (tea, potions, etc): 
  • Earth (burying, jars with dirt, etc): 
  • Air (letting the wind blow the herbs away, etc): 
  • Light Energy (General): 
  • Moon Energy:
  • Sun Energy: 

Works well together with: 

  • (Plant name, why/how, in what spell type, etc)
  • Example: Rosemary. Why: because they are of similar element, and of the same plant genus. Works best together in Protection spells by making protections “smarter”-able to sense negativity better. 

Does not work well together with: 

  • etc

Misc: 

I usually use this area to put any information regarding the plant’s spirit, or differences between individual plants-maybe you have one pot of basil that always functions well in wealth spells, but you’ve never had results from the other basil plant. 

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Feel free to add on or remove parts to your liking/needs. This was mainly for plants but it can totally be edited to suit other materials. I hope this was able to help some of you!

Morning,  Darling!

Christian Yu x reader

Type: smut

Words count: 1234

Summary: Christian is on vacation with you (it’s for real, he’s really on holiday for two weeks, now he went home to Australia and I hope he’s spending happy and quality time with his mommy), after a long night you get a warm morning welcome from your precious boyfriend

Originally posted by woopyun

/used a 300yo gif because I’m not sure about posting his morning snaps…/

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