added a charm for the hell of it

anonymous asked:

"which half of your otp is singing 'all i want for christmas is you' 24/7 and which half hates it but is also lowkey charmed by it?"

A/N: Set mid season 2.

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He’s been driving her crazy since the first day of December had rolled in, since snow flurries had started to fall and Christmas ads had plagued every channel, every corner of the city. The music was always a constant too, on the radios, the television, the streets, but it had been personally inescapable for her.

If this holiday was her hell, Castle following her around singing ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ was the soundtrack.

“Castle,” she growls for the millionth time, tightening her grip on the steering wheel. “Stop. It.”

He pauses in his humming from the passenger seat, glances to her with a grin and an amused arch of his eyebrow.

“Oh, come on, Beckett,” he needles her. “It’s Christmas.”

“It’s December 17th,” she argues, swerving around a too slow car in front of her, trying to get them through the worst of afternoon traffic. “And you’ve been singing that song to some capacity since the day after Thanksgiving.”

“It’s my favorite,” he shrugs, his smug grin softening to a smile as he turns his gaze to the window. “When Alexis was a baby, I used to sing it to her like a lullaby while I rocked her to sleep.”

Oh. Well, that… made it a little less annoying, a bit more sweet, but still-

“Of course, when she got older, she became a bigger fan of ‘Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer’ and ‘Frosty the Snowman’, but I still think of that time as soon as I start hearing the Christmas music every year and - this is too much information that you don’t need,” Castle chuckles, surprising her with the sudden self-deprecation. 

It’s so easy to forget that this man, the best-selling author and notorious playboy, is also a single father who had raised a little girl on his own. And not only that - he had loved her, loved his daughter enough to make up for the mother that Kate has learned was never really there. He loved her enough to make Christmas special even when she was too young to actually understand the holiday.

“No,” she murmurs, chewing on her bottom lip to ignore the swell of warmth in her chest at his explanation. He’s still Castle, still the man who had gone behind her back to look into her mother’s case, still the irritating shadow that followed her around, weaseled his way into her life, made it a little more fun. “You’re fine, and you can - keep singing your song, just limit it to once a day maybe?”

Castle beams at her from his seat, just as the Twelfth blessedly comes into view, and she presses a little harder on the accelerator. She hates when he looks at her like that. 

“So is my pass for the day already used up?”

Yes,” she mutters, pulling into the parking garage, huffing in exasperation as Castle releases a quiet laugh at her expense. 

She’s grateful for the dimness of the garage, how it hides the way the corners of her mouth quirk along with his.

-

Beckett is in the break room on Christmas Eve, one of the few officers left on the dreaded holiday shift, but she doesn’t mind, always volunteering to take it. She had no family to celebrate with, no traditions to honor, so she claims this shift every year to allow those who did to have this treasured 24 hours off. 

Watching over the city with the hollowness in her heart like a gaping hole in her chest is her only Christmas tradition left. 

She’s in the middle of a battle with the espresso machine, slowly attempting to brew a decent cup of coffee, absentmindedly humming to herself as she pours the milk. Castle isn’t here, has no idea she’s working today, and it’s better this way. If he knew she was spending her holiday working, he’d proffer up some speech about Christmas spirit and magic and all kinds of things she could no longer relate to.

But on a day that now holds so much sorrow for her, she almost finds herself missing his presence, the annoying holiday cheer he so happily spreads.

Almost.

She doesn’t even realize what she’s doing, what song she’s humming under her breath, until she hears a gasp from behind and startles so harshly she nearly burns her hand.

“Castle,” she hisses, lifting her scorched thumb to her mouth as she spins to glare at him, already knowing it had to be him because who else?

Sure enough, he’s standing in the doorway with a tall travel mug and a metal tin decorated with dancing gingerbread men in his hands, a dumbstruck smile on his face until he notices the kiss of steam she had sustained.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, striding towards her and setting the apparent gifts he’s come bearing on the break room table. “Here, let me look-”

“No, what are you even doing here?” she grumbles, tugging her hand from his grasp when he cradles her wrist in his surprisingly warm fingers. “You’re supposed to be at home, celebrating Christmas with your family.”

“I am, but Ryan mentioned you were working today,” he reveals with a narrowed look that she rolls her eyes in response to. “And don’t worry, I’m not staying. Just wanted to bring a couple of things by.”

Her eyes venture over his shoulder to the holiday themed travel mug, the tin of cookies. 

“Alexis and I were baking cookies last night, sort of a yearly tradition, and we always have extra, so I figured I’d bring you some. You like gingerbread?”

“I - yeah, but Castle, you didn’t have to bring me anything,” she murmurs, hating how he continues to soften her, how the idea of him thinking of her on Christmas Eve, trudging out of his warm loft and into the bitter December chill to bring her holiday treats, has her heart fluttering a little.

“Well, I knew you wouldn’t let me buy you a real Christmas present,” he shrugs, and she had the annoying urge to drift forward, gravitate towards him and that tentative smile he wears.

Nervous again, like he had been that day in the car, when he’d told her about one of the traditions he shared with Alexis, when he had let single-handedly peeled away another layer for her to see without ever meaning to. 

“I - I didn’t get you anything,” she offers inanely, but Castle simply waves her off.

“Beckett, I just heard you humming All I Want For Christmas Is You. That is gift enough,” he grins and Kate huffs, shoves on his shoulder. 

“It’s all your fault. You practically ingrained it into my head,” she mutters, but Castle is stepping in closer, a teasing glimmer in his eyes. 

“Are you sure? Because if you were really thinking about me and your true desires for the holiday, I wouldn’t hold it against you. Promise,” he states, but there’s a husk to his voice, a challenge in the arch of his brow. 

And she knows that he isn’t expecting her to take the bait, to play into his flirting, but that’s exactly why she does it. At least, that’s what she tells herself.

“You wouldn’t?” she murmurs, allowing the warmth in her blood to simmer, heat through her system, her voice. 

She smirks when his adam’s apple bobs, when his eyes widen as hers flick to his mouth and back.

“I - um, no,” he stammers, but he’s growing bolder, brushing his knuckles to her hip even as his hand shakes. “You want me for Christmas, Kate Beckett, you can have me.”

A laugh trembles in her throat, but he’s staring at her lips, not leaning in, but offering her such a wonderful invitation and… would it be so bad if she broke tradition just this once by enjoying at least a few moments of this typically forlorn holiday?

“Make my wish come true,” he teases, some of that spark back in his eyes, his lips twitching smugly in the corners, and Kate arches on the toes of her boots, wipes the amusement from his mouth and steals the breath from his lungs with the fuse of her lips. 

Castle goes still against her, but only for a moment, then he’s wrapping around her, his hands roaming at her back while hers ascend to his jaw, claim his cheeks. He tastes like gingerbread and peppermint, the scent of pine clinging to his skin, and she hums at the rise of his hand to the side of her throat, the brush of his thumb to that sensitive spot behind her ear.

He doesn’t confine her, his hold on her loose despite the want she can taste on his tongue as it strokes along hers, and she rewards him with a nip of her teeth, moans at the retaliation in his hips. 

“Wow,” he breathes when they’re forced to part for air, the heat of his exhale coating her lips. “Merry Christmas indeed.”

Kate huffs and shakes her head, their noses colliding at the motion, and she expects the riot of panic to come, wage through her, but this moment, standing in the deserted break room with him on Christmas Eve, is surprisingly peaceful. 

A moment she doesn’t necessarily want to end, but-

“You should go,” she mumbles, resting her forehead against his before the protest can bloom on his swollen lips. “You’ve got Christmas and I’m working.”

Castle sighs, but nods his understanding, angles her head with the hand curved at her nape to seal one more kiss to her mouth, suckling on her bottom lip until she’s gasping, pushing him away.

“Castle.”

“Okay, I know, just - wow,” he repeats, his eyes hazy with arousal that flickers like falling flakes of snow through his gaze. “Can we - do I - again?”

“Again?” she echoes with the amusement unable to be contained as it bubbles to her lips. 

“I know not - not right now, but-”

“I have New Year’s off,” she murmurs, the nerves in her stomach finally making their appearance, but Castle lights up like a Christmas tree.

“That would be perfect. Perfect Christmas, perfect New Year’s, I’m having an incredible holiday season.”

Kate chuckles and scrapes a hand through her hair, drifts past him for the gifts he had come bearing on the table.

“Ah and that’s a peppermint mocha latte, along with the gingerbread cookies I mentioned,” he explains as she opens the tin out of curiosity, suppressing her grin at the pile of cookies decorated with white icing and various facial expressions inside. “Figured this could suffice for this year.”

Her eyebrows crease, but a smile – barely there and hardly noticeable – twitches at the corners of her lips as he approaches.

“You sound pretty sure you’ll still be around next Christmas,” she muses, plucking a cookie from the tin. 

“Well, writing best sellers takes time, Detective. And research. Lots of research,” Castle insists. “And inspiration, which - as you so wonderfully just proved - you provide me with abundances of.”

“Go home, Castle,” she mutters as she takes a bite into a gingerbread man’s head, ignoring the delight shimmering through his gaze at her acceptance of his Christmas treats as he walks backwards towards the door.

“Merry Christmas, Kate.”

She releases a sigh under her breath as he leaves, his humming of that damn song as he strolls towards the elevator no longer so unpleasant when the press of his lips is still buzzing like electricity through her veins.

Crown of Thorns Oil

I use this – basically – like the oil equivalent of Goofer Dust. For curses, hexes and any unsavory workings. Its uses are as vast as the imagination and it seems to have a particular affinity for black and red candles. It can be added to charms, dolls, candles, poured into a person’s foot-tracks, etc. but the point is usually the same – to cause discomfort &/or to keep a person the hell away from you.

To create, mix:

  • Coffee Beans (whole or ground – either is fine)
  • Red Pepper Flakes
  • Cayenne and/or Chile Powder
  • (3/6/9) Whole, dried Red Peppers (like Tabascos, japonés, even red jalapeños) 
  • Black Pepper
  • Iron Oxide (Rust)
  • (Optional: Sulfur Powder)

Add these to a jar/bottle (using a dark bottle or one painted black is preferable, but not necessary). Once added, fill half way with:

Carrier Oil & Castor Oil (4:1)

Shake vigorously.

Finally. add in:

  • A few sprigs of Barberry
  • Pins and Needles
  • Ash of Deuteronomy 28:25 ;; The Lord will cause you to be defeated before your enemies. You will come at them from one direction but flee from them in seven, and you will become a thing of horror to all the kingdoms on earth.

Fill the rest of the way with oil – cork and shake.

WARNING: There’s a whole lot of capsaicin in that bottle. Be careful and be sure to wash hands after use.

The Escort- Epilogue

Grad School AU! You are a grad student, one year away from completing your Master’s degree. Despite your successful life, your family won’t let go of the fact that you are single. It makes your yearly family vacation a living hell. On a whim, you call the number you find on an ad for an escort to events, and you meet Dean. He’s gorgeous, charming, and perfect to help get your family off your back. What more could you ask for?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Word Count: 800ish

Warnings: None :)

A/N: This is the epilogue, here by popular demand after I ended the series. I keep saying this, but I don’t mind repeating myself: THANK YOU. This story will forever have a special place in my heart because of the love you all have shown. I truly appreciate everyone who took the time to like, reblog, and send me a message. You’ve created something awesome, and I am grateful.

Dean looked perfect in his tuxedo. You hadn’t been able to take your eyes off of him since you walked down the aisle. It hugged his broad shoulders and sculpted waist perfectly, and you couldn’t wait to kiss him, to feel the layer of stubble he had grown against your own skin. You were doing your best to pay attention to the ceremony, but you couldn’t get your mind to focus.

Until the vows.

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Citrine

Citrine is my go to protection stone when I am doing readings. I always joke with clients and tell them that citrine protects on a spiritual level as well as a physical level. Spiritually it dispels all negativity around you and protects you from further issues. And he’s my added not so funny part…. because my piece of citrine is huge I tell clients that it can also protect me from physical people. You just throw it at them and they back the hell off lol
(I don’t really recommend this part unless you are fearing for your life, so don’t do this at home “kids” lol)
#citrine #healingcrystals #protection #clearingnegativity #depression #money

Undisclosed Desires

Pairing: Poe DameronxReader

Warnings: Get’s a little steamy, any other that nothing

Word Count: 645

A/N: I think I need some air after writing this


“Have you ever played spin the bottle?”

“Uh…no?”

“Do you want to?”

“Hmm…no. I don’t want some stranger trying to make out with me.”

“Is just going to be the both of us” Poe raised his gaze from the bottle he was holding in his hand. He looked at her. Y/N looked at him as her eyes widen and a red tint started to color her cheeks. Her mouth opened but no sound came out.

“No” she said with courage. Courage that had came from nowhere. How could he? “I am not one of those girls you just charm Poe Dameron” she added.

Poe Dameron laughed shaking his head. After a few seconds his laughter came down and looked at Y/N. Trying to calm himself he took deep breaths.

“Go to hell Dameron” she spat. Now whatever game he was playing; he was not going to fall any for any charms that Poe Dameron had in his sleeve.

“If I go to hell, you have to come with me”

When Poe tucked her by her wrist, the worn down orange jumpsuit was no barrier against his body. For a second, Y/N tried to said something witty, but their breaths mingled, he closed the gap between their lips and she was lost…

She went back to the past, the first time he had seen the cocky pilot introducing himself. Shaking his hand as General Organa introduced her to him as the new member of his team.

It was her first kiss, she had dedicated her life to be one of the best pilots of the Resistance. She only thought of training. But when she saw Poe Dameron, he ignited a fire inside her.

She let out a moan, Poe bit her lip asking for entrance to her mouth, while he put his hands on her hips pushing her against the side of his X-wing and her hands hold his shoulders because her knees were getting weaker as time passed.

It was getting hot in her orange jumpsuit; it got hotter as she thought of Poe Dameron.

How did he read her mind it was unknown, but he slowly lowered his hands down to her ass. She let out a squeak, Poe stopped kissing her and looked at her raising an eyebrow. “I’m so-”

She cut him off as she took his head in both of her hands and kissed him again desperately. It was like they had opened up the container of the penup passion they were desperately were trying to hide as snide comments against each other.

Y/N’s slowly caressed his jaw until they tangled themselves in his luscious black curls…

Letting out a frustrated groan Poe slowly lower the zipper of her orange suit, his hand was about to touch her breast…

When they heard someone entering the hangar.

“Y/N the General wants to see you”

Both of them frozed, Y/N with her hands in his shoulders and Poe with his hand in the mid air millimeters from touching the mound of her breasts.

“I’ll be there in a few” Y/N said in a raspy voice. She cleared her throat.

“I will inform her then” the voice said and they heard the metal door of the hangar shut.

Suddenly her brain return to the reality and she pushed Poe away. She cursed as she closed the zipper of the orange suit. Then realizing she wasn’t alone she raised her gaze.

Poe stood motionless looking at her, his hair was a mess and he looked incredibly handsome, his eyes were so darkened by lust that they were almost black.

She raised her hand and scratched the back of her neck.

“I don’t know… that was…”

“Something we have to retake later” Poe said “Without interruptions”

Y/N shuttered when he took a step towards her. “Is very clear that you like me”

Y/N sighted she was not going to get to General Organa any time soon.

The Escort (Part 1)

Summary: Grad School AU! You are a grad student, one year away from completing your Master’s degree. Despite your successful life, your family won’t let go of the fact that you are single. It makes your yearly family vacation a living hell. On a whim, you call the number you find on an ad for an escort to events, and you meet Dean. He’s gorgeous, charming, and perfect to help get your family off your back. What more could you ask for?

Word Count: 2164

Warning: None for this chapter

A/N: This first chapter sets up the story. I hope you like it, and that you stick around for all the smutty, angsty, fluffy goodness I have in store for you!


You twirled the coffee stirrer between your fingers and stared at the antique clock on the wall. There were still five minutes before Jo was supposed to meet you to discuss the plans for the upcoming week, which probably meant she’d show up in fifteen. The specials board in the little coffee shop advertised several pastries, and you idly wondered if you wanted a snack to go with your drink while you waited.

Why not? You sighed and got up to place your order, ignoring the weight in your pocket as you fidgeted in line.

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I’m so happy with how this one turned out! It was a private commission and they’re in for one hell of a treat! I added drops of similar compounds to the main crystal structure to mimic impurities that naturally occur within minerals and it worked like a charm!

If you would like one of your own crystallized objects check out my store: tylerthrasher.storenvy.com or shoot me a message!

The Escort- Part 5

Grad School AU! You are a grad student, one year away from completing your Master’s degree. Despite your successful life, your family won’t let go of the fact that you are single. It makes your yearly family vacation a living hell. On a whim, you call the number you find on an ad for an escort to events, and you meet Dean. He’s gorgeous, charming, and perfect to help get your family off your back. What more could you ask for?

Summary of Part 5- Dean and the reader deal with the aftermath of their night together, and the reader gets a visit from the past.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warning: Smut, angst

Word Count: 2400

A/N: I’m sorry, guys. I’ll make it up to you.

You woke up in the middle of the night because you were hot. Too hot. You soon realized that you felt that way because you had Dean Winchester wrapped around you, nosing around the back of your neck and planting wet kisses to your shoulder blades.

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The Escort- Part 6

Grad School AU! You are a grad student, one year away from completing your Master’s degree. Despite your successful life, your family won’t let go of the fact that you are single. It makes your yearly family vacation a living hell. On a whim, you call the number you find on an ad for an escort to events, and you meet Dean. He’s gorgeous, charming, and perfect to help get your family off your back. What more could you ask for?

Summary of Part 6: Jo forces the reader and Dean to talk and work out the misunderstanding with Gabriel, then Dean has a suggestion that shakes everything up.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warning: None

Word Count: 2320

“Here. Drink.” Jo pushed a glass of something dark at you from behind the bar.

She had been working at this place since you got back from vacation, in order to pay for her last year of undergrad. The place wasn’t really your style, as you preferred quiet and comfortable over loud and crowded, but Jo had somehow convinced you that night of drinking was exactly what you needed. She was even matching you drink for drink in between serving her customers. You hadn’t been here for more than forty-five minutes, and you already had a nice, warm feeling settling over you.

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The Escort- Part 11 (FINAL PART!)

Grad School AU! You are a grad student, one year away from completing your Master’s degree. Despite your successful life, your family won’t let go of the fact that you are single. It makes your yearly family vacation a living hell. On a whim, you call the number you find on an ad for an escort to events, and you meet Dean. He’s gorgeous, charming, and perfect to help get your family off your back. What more could you ask for?

Summary of Part 11: Dean and the reader go on family vacation again, this time as a real couple.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Word Count: 1800 ish

Warning: Smut

A/N: This is it! The end! Like I said, I can’t thank you enough for how much love you’ve shown this series. Every like, comment, reblog, and message makes me smile, and I love you all so much for your support and kindness. I’m so emotional over seeing this one end!

“Dean,“ you giggled. “I’m trying to concentrate!”

“Concentrate later,” he said, pushing you back into the couch and kissing you, slow and deep.

“I need to finish this cover letter for my job application,” you protested, pushing weakly at his shoulders in a lame attempt to shove him away.

“Fine,” he smiled. He pulled away and reached for his own laptop from the coffee table. “I have work to do, too.”

“I’ll make it up to you later,” you promised.

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The Escort- Part 9

Grad School AU! You are a grad student, one year away from completing your Master’s degree. Despite your successful life, your family won’t let go of the fact that you are single. It makes your yearly family vacation a living hell. On a whim, you call the number you find on an ad for an escort to events, and you meet Dean. He’s gorgeous, charming, and perfect to help get your family off your back. What more could you ask for?

Summary of Part 9: Graduation is here, which means the whole family is visiting. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Word Count: 2050 ish

Warning: smut, slight angst

A/N: I’m sorry, you guys. I’m sorry. (Especially to but-deans-back-tho. The angst here isn’t as heartbreaking as abaddonwithyall, but I’m sorry all the same.)

Sam’s visit was a happy one. Every minute that Dean wasn’t working at his internship, the two brothers spend together. You were glad to give them their space, since they rarely got to spend this kind of time together.

The days when Dean did have to go to work, Sam hung out with you. You formed an instant friendship, easily charmed by his kind smile and sweet disposition. The two of you talked as if you’d been friends your whole life.

It was during one of these talks, sitting at lunch under a tree in the local park, that Sam brought up your relationship with Dean.

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