ashes in your hair

you’re burning inside,
a fire’s confined by your mind—
how is this considered fine?

burnt out embers—
charcoal is all that remains
of your faded memories

your voice is a wildfire,
emitting sparks
with every word you speak

a fire kindles in your heart
spreading heat through arteries,
yet still your hands are frigid

aura set aflame—
a futile attempt
to become the sun

a candle flickers,
its wax melts and drips
while you moth to its
dying light

charcoal shadows
and ashen ghosts—
you only meant 
to quell the fire

your soul is burnt—
a bitter reminder to
never let warmth in

a bonfire crackling
in the dead of night
burning brighter
with every step you take   

there are ashes in your hair
the world is burning,
but you do not care 

you light matches in the wind
to watch their smoky deaths
(like you, their warmth never lasts)

in the flames you swear you saw a phoenix,
but closes your eyes and its fiery wings
disappear yet again

—  fire poetry for the signs // fauxastrology
1 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut

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Dating Ashton Irwin Would Include...

Originally posted by pikamikey

Warnings: smut

• Sitting on his lap whilst he tries to teach you how to play the drums
• Finding old bandannas and hats and trying to convince him to wear them again
• Comforting you when you’re upset
• Cuddles until 3am
• Random drumsticks turning up around the house all the time
• You being the only person he wears his glasses around
• Forehead kisses
• Holding hands with his super long fingers, wrapping themselves around yours
• Binge watching “That 70s Show” on Netflix
“Jackie is such a bitch” “No she’s not Ash, she just loves Kelso a lot” “I love you more Y/N”
• You being featured constantly in his Instagram stories
• On bad days, him being so scared that you’ll leave him for someone better
“Ashton Irwin, I am so in love with you, don’t doubt that for a second”
• The fans being unsure of you at first, but when they saw you loved him unconditionally and made him happy, you were the biggest OTP
• “Ash put these flowers in your hair”
• Him acting like a puppy
• Being in love with his giggle
• Taking his glasses everywhere because he constantly forgets them
• Holidays to the most amazing countries – Budapest, Thailand, Japan
• His mum being so thankful that you have made him happy
• Comforting when someone says something rude about him and brings his dad into it
“Ash, you are amazing and kind and so perfect, don’t be sad please”

• “Scream my name baby girl”
• Him fingering you would be the most wonderful feeling in the universe
• Super kinky with bondage, but still be gentle
• Making you cum over and over again

• Long cuddles and soft kisses after wards
• “You are the best thing that has happened to me Y/N”
• Him doodling over every piece of paper and giving them to you because they’re cute, and you putting them in a box somewhere and smiling to yourself
• Concert dates
• Going in tour with the boys
• Michael teasing you both – “Y/N why would you date a human banana” “Fuck off Mickey” “Just saying because I am confused”
• Him trying to cook for you and almost setting the kitchen on fire
• “I’ll order pizza”

•Him being so overly in love with you

Boutèy de Baron: Enemy Begone

A spell bottle from me to you.

Hello, this is my first time posting one of my own concoctions. A little spell bottle I’m giving out from my personal set of spells. Open for all, this isn’t culturally based or anything. So, you are free to use it as you please. 

“What’s this little bad boy do?”, you must be asking yourself. Well, It’s gonna be your best friend during the tough times when you might not have many friends. This bottle is a spell that’ll keep you protected from the will of those who plot against you and help with keeping your allies close. Sometimes you have to deal with nasty forces, this bottle will help stop any negative effects.

A great thing about this bottle is it’s quite literally an altar cleaner. Some of the items involved are leftovers from the works you may already be doing. So, scrounge up your scraps, cause you gonna need them.


  • 2 Cinnamon Sticks
  • 4 Matches (Burned from a previous working)
  • Black Salt
  • White Salt
  • Dried Red Flowers
  • Strong Cologne
  • Melted Wax (From previous working)
  • Strong liquor (Completely optional)
  • Strand of your own hair
  • Red Chili Powder
  • Incense Ashes (Burned from a previous working)
  • Black Pepper
  • A few droplets of water
  • Dragon’s Blood. (Oil, Incense, etc.) (As long as the essence is there)


  • Glass Bottle or Jar (A vessel that is glass and you can seal)
  • Black String, Cloth, or Tape

Now that you have all the items together, you are going to put the ingredients in the bottle one by one. While doing so, focus on those who may be sending harm your way. Focus on their faces, names, or actions against you. Once you have focused, begin picturing yourself. Picture yourself unaffected. Feel yourself be free of all the chains they wish to hold you back with. When this is complete and all the ingrediants are all in the bottle, you can now close the top. Begin shaking the bottle. Any frustrations that you may have on your journey will now belong to the bottle. State it out loud, “Any frustrations I may have, this bottle will receive.”

The final step is  to cover the bottle in a black covering. The contents do not have to be completely hidden, simply shaded a bit. After thie contents are shaded, you have now just finished my “Enemy Begone” Bottle. 

May no one stand in your way 

The Paper Bag Princess by Robert Munsch 

published: May 1, 1980

““Elizabeth was a beautiful princess. She lived in a castle and had expensive princess clothes. She was going to marry a prince named Ronald.

Unfortunately, a dragon smashed her castle, burned all her clothes with his fiery breath, and carried off Prince Ronald.

Elizabeth decided to chase the dragon and get Ronald back. She looked everywhere for something to wear, but the only thing she could find that was not burnt was a paper bag. So she put on the paper bag and followed the dragon. He was easy to follow, because he left a trail of burnt forests and horses’ bones.

Finally, Elizabeth came to a cave with a large door that had a huge knocker on it. She took hold of the knocker and banged on the door. The dragon stuck his nose out of the door and said, “Well, a princess! I love to eat princesses, but I have already eaten a whole castle today. I am a very busy dragon. Come back tomorrow.” He slammed the door so fast that Elizabeth almost got her nose caught.

Elizabeth grabbed the knocker and banged on the door again. The dragon stuck his nose out of the door and said, “Go away. I love to eat princesses, but I have already eaten a whole castle today. I am a very busy dragon. Come back tomorrow.” “Wait,” shouted Elizabeth. “Is it true that you are the smartest and fiercest dragon in the whole world?” “Yes,” said the dragon.

“Is it true,” said Elizabeth, “that you can burn up ten forests with your fiery breath?” “Oh, yes,” said the dragon, and he took a huge, deep breath and breathed out so much fire that he burnt up fifty forests.

“Fantastic,” said Elizabeth, and the dragon took another huge breath and breathed out so much fire that he burnt up one hundred forests. “Magnificent,” said Elizabeth, and the dragon took another huge breath, but this time nothing came out. The dragon didn’t even have enough fire left to cook a meatball.

Elizabeth said, “Dragon, is it true that you can fly around the world in just ten seconds?” “Why, yes,” said the dragon, and jumped up and flew all the way around the world in just ten seconds. He was very tired when he got back, but Elizabeth shouted, “Fantastic, do it again!”

So the dragon jumped up and flew around the whole world in just twenty seconds. When he got back he was too tired to talk, and he lay down and went straight to sleep.

Elizabeth whispered, very softly, “Hey, dragon.” The dragon didn’t move at all. She lifted up the dragon’s ear and put her head right inside. She shouted as loud as she could, “Hey dragon!” The dragon was so tired he didn’t even move.

Elizabeth walked right over the dragon and opened the door to the cave. There was Prince Ronald. He looked at her and said, “Elizabeth, you are a mess! You smell like ashes, your hair is all tangled and you are wearing a dirty old paper bag. Come back when you are dressed like a real princess.”

“Ronald,” said Elizabeth, “your clothes are really pretty and your hair is very neat. You look like a real prince, but you are a bum.”

They didn’t get married after all.””

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Request: I have kind of a fetish for temperature play (mostly cold) so I was wondering if you could do something that relied heavily on buckys metal arm - @abigailredgrave

Triggers: smut, unprotected sex, oral (fr), kinda dom!bucky, sergeant!kink

Word Count: 1600+

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, like literally 2 and a half months

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There was no doubt that Iceland wasn’t beautiful, But you weren’t here for scenery. Actually, there was a Hydra base here. It had been spotted by the local authorities and not taken seriously. But when the officer who reported it went missing it was something the team couldn’t ignore.

Ever since you and Bucky had got together Steve always put you two together on missions. He trusted the two of you to look after each other while he would stay with some of the least capable S.H.I.E.L.D agents. And, even though you weren’t an official Avenger, you were treated as such.

The base was small. Only two people needed to be there, so you and Bucky were chosen.

‘We got any coffee, darlin’?’ you had just got out of the shower, quickly slipping into your favourite shirt and shorts (AKA bucky’s shirt and some clean boxers). You were walking into the tiny kitchen when you saw Bucky bent over, head stuck in one of the cupboards. His ass was stuck out and you couldn’t resist yourself. Taking your right hand, you swung it as far back as you could. Bringing it down harshly on his backside, you heard a slap then a small yelp from the supersoldier. You giggled as he turned to find you, your arms resting across your body; right hand covering your mouth.

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Why didn’t you stop me? You saw me crumbling, eating away by fierce embers and worn away too quickly, right before your eyes. I was turning to ash and stuck to you,
clinging to your hair,
your clothes,
your skin.
I was burning you with my collapse.
Yet you let me cling on, falling into forgotten with me.
I was hurting you.
I was your ruining.
Until I let you go.
Now you’re built back up, solid, glowing, with someone else to care for you,
While I lie smoking and forgotten in the dust.
How You and Dick Get Together (Headcannons)

This can be read as a part two to my Dick Regretting Rejecting You head cannon that can be found here but its perfectly okay to be read as a stand alone. 

· Dick Grayson had been in love with you for five years now

· The crush that he thought would go away at 14 had turned into something deeper over the years

· Being his friend hadn’t been in a walk in the park, what with all the death that surrounded him

· Wally’s death had hit home and he had temporarily retired his mantle

·As did you when you retired from the superhero business last year to pursue your academic dreams of becoming a lawyer in Harvard

·Bruce was absolutely ecstatic that you wanted to pursue a higher education and had agreed to sponsor your education, even though you had saved up enough to sponsor your own first semester

·You were a really hard worker

· After Wally’s death, Dick had turned into a shell, somehow feeling responsible for the death of his friend

· Bruce saw his son’s unbecoming right in front of his eyes

· He had lost one son, he wouldn’t lose another

· So he suggested that Dick move in with you

· In Cambridge

·He had already spoken to you over the phone about it

· You were the one who suggested the idea

· Dick was sitting despondently at the steps of Wayne Manor when Bruce placed the tickets in his palm

· “Go. Be with her. She makes you happier than anyone else, and this time, don’t let her go.”

· Dick managed a weak smile

· Bruce pulled his eldest against him for a hug hoping you could fix what he had broken

· The service apartment was a 20-minute commute from college

· And although your dorm-mates were sad to see you go, you promised you’d be over as much as you can

· They didn’t mind much

· Especially after seeing Dick AKA the guy you were about to move in with

· And they teased you relentlessly

·“Just friends, huh?” suggestive smirk

·“Yes (Y/B/F/N) just friends,” you sigh before slamming your suitcase shut

· The service apartment was small, well-lit and well ventilated

· It was home before you even walked in

· Thank god it was summer of your freshman year when Dick moved in

· You were absolutely terrified when you saw Dick’s state

· The bags under his eyes were more pronounced

· He looked bloated and grey

· It was as though all his light was extinguished

·This was worse than when Jason died

· So you made him sit on the couch as you whipped up a large bowl of mac and cheese in the kitchen

· Once it was done, you place the bowl between the two of you and handed him a small black and blue plastic fork

· At least he smiled at that

· You coaxed him into talking to you

·  And he talked into the night, tears slipping through his eyes

· At some point, you ended up cuddling

· His head was on your chest and a blanket was wrapped around you as you placed soft kisses on his forehead once in a while

· He was broken, yes but you could still see the fragments of the young boy who had stolen your heart all those years ago within him

· And you were determined to bring him back

· Dick woke up the next day wrapped in your arms

· And he realised he’d not have it any other way

· He’d walk through hell in a parka if it meant waking up with you everyday

· Every day you would take him sightseeing, or just take him out in general may it be a laser tag place or a library or a circus gym

· You would go for a jog every evening and forced him to join you

· You cooked lunch and Dick would do dinner

· You spent most of your time with Dick and slowly, you could see the man healing

· His smiles were brighter and his laughs were turning back to guffaws

· He got along pretty well with your friends too

· He did notice, however, how all the guys would gravitate towards you and he couldn’t blame them

· You had looks to combat that of Aphrodite’s and a brain that could put Athena to shame

· Who wouldn’t be attracted to you?

· His only consolation was that you rejected every romantic advance

· Everything was great and Dick had finally built up the courage to ask you out officially when the call came

· “Dick, (Y/N) we need you in Gotham, now. Joker has placed fifteen bombs around Gotham. All hands-on deck”

· You intertwined your finger with his and dragged him to the roof in the dead of the night

·“Hold on, Dick”

· You said as you locked his arms around your waist and shot up with a swirl of golden energy

· Wayne manor was dead silent when you arrived

· You ran to the Batcave, suiting up immediately

·  Dick had forgotten how good you looked in your costume

· Your hair flowed out in (H/C) ringlets to your waist

· The black body fit you like a glove

· You blended into the night like a shadow  

·“You’re needed at the Bank of Gotham, Master Dick and Miss (Y/N)”

· Sirens were blaring when you arrived

·“13 bombs have been disabled. Batman and Robin are heading to the last location. Help the Bomb Disposal Squad enter Vault 11.”

· You did just that

· Commissioner Gordon was glad to have two of the less reckless vigilantes back in Gotham

· You levitated the team through the traps with one hand while you fought off Joker’s goons with the other

·  Dick was just as concentrated, rescuing civilians as you went

·  But you were too late

·  There was barely a minute left for the bomb to detonate

·  So you did what every selfless hero did

·  You sent Dick and the bomb squad out of the building with a burst of energy

·  You ignored Dick’s screams of protest

·  As soon as Dick scrambled to his feet outside the building he tried to run back inside

· But Tim grabbed his arm

· “Don’t” he said with tears in his eyes, “I can’t lose two siblings today.”

· The second he said that, the earth shuddered violently

· But the building didn’t blow up

· Everyone erupted into cheers

· And then, like a phoenix rising out of its ashes, you flew out of the building

·  Your hair was whipping in the wind and you looked like an absolute goddess

· Dick sprinted towards you, not caring if he was still Nightwing and you were still (Y/S/N)

· He was going to kiss you

· The adrenaline was pumping in his veins

· But at the last second he lost his nerve

·  And settled for a tight hug instead

·  To his surprise, Tim joined in too

· They all were a teary mess, sobbing on the road, holding each other

· Then they felt Bruce envelop them in a hug

· “You did well today”

·  When you were all back home, Alfred was fussing over you the most

·  He refused to leave your side

·  Dick too

·  He was practically coddling you

·  You were perfectly okay but you let them do it for their peace of mind

· It was midnight when Alfred left your room

· You had almost died tonight

· And it had made you realise one thing

· Life was too short

· So carpe diem motherfuckers

· So

· Without warning

· You got up from the bed

· Spun Dick around

·  And crashed your lips onto his

·  Interrupting him as he ranted on and on about the both of you being partners

· Dick froze before quickly melting into the kiss

·  His arms wrapped around your waist

· You pushed him against the wall and pressed yourself to him

· You didn’t want any gap to be left between the two of you

· Not tonight·      

Kitchen Counter x Ashton Irwin

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Requested: Yes

Warnings: SMUT, Dominant!Ash

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“Ash, what are you doing,” you muttered as he pressed your body against the wall, catching you completely off guard.

 "(Y/N), just relax, the shops will still be there when you finish. You never take that long anyway,“ he muttered, his eyes locking with your own. 

You nodded slowly as he gripped onto your hips, his lips pressing roughly along your jawline, "Hm, I knew you wouldn’t complain,” he smirked, his lips quickly returning to you warm skin, “You never do." 

His movements were so natural, though nothing about it ever felt rehearsed. The man knew what he was doing but you weren’t making a protest. 

Ashton had always managed to get what he wanted from you. It didn’t take much though as you acted on his every whim, always trying to please him first. He never failed to make sure that you were satisfied too though, that was evident. He was a clear dominant but he wasn’t anything close to sadistic. 

Even so, your plans for an afternoon of shopping with a promise from Ashton to visit your favorite bookstore with the cafe was clearly being put on hold as Ashton continued with his actions. 

"Where do you think I should have my way with you today? I haven’t fucked you in the kitchen in ages,” he purred, “And it looks like we cleaned up just for the occasion,” he continued, dragging you by the hand through the entryway. “Up on the counter,” he demanded, “And how about we take these off,” Ashton offered, pulling at the fabric of your jeans. 

As you slipped off your pants, his eyes roamed your body. He knew your body better than his own and far better than you had. It took a bit of time for you to be comfortable with how possessive Ashton was with you but you grown to thrive on it; in moments like this, his actions seemed only proper. 

“And to think you wore those pretty little panties, it’s a shame that they’ll have to go as well, Beautiful,” he continued, snapping the slim waistband back against your skin. He was so cocky when it came to sex. The sweet and cuddly Ashton you’d fell in love with seemed to be replaced in his hunger. He was raw and needy yet he didn’t want that to be evident. It was masked by his slick demands and sort of unconventional loving that left you buckling at your knees. Nodding, you pulled down the delicate fabric down without hesitation. Ashton had placed a sort of fear in you but you loved it and he knew it. You knew he would never hurt you in the slightest but you still felt small as he took over any balance of power. 

“What a beautiful girl, and she listens so well,” he smirked as he grabbed your hips, “You love when I praise you too,” he continued as he picked up the panties you’d been wearing, “And you’re already wet Baby,” he confirmed, stuffing the fabric into his pocket. 

You were a bit confused as Ashton still remained fully clothed whereas you were left in your top alone, “Ash why are you still dressed?" 

"Oh, I thought you understood why I wanted you in the kitchen. I know how much you hate when I eat in other rooms,” he replied smoothly.

As filthy as his mouth had been, it left you nearly begging for him to use it as promised. He knew the impact his speech had on you, especially as he ran a finger along your heat, “Lean back, just watch your pretty little head,” he instructed before quickly kissing your lips. 

As you leaned back, Ash kneeled down in front of you, hooking his arms beneath your thighs. He yanked your body toward his, nearly pulling you off the marbled surface. 

“Do you want me to eat my beautiful girl out right here,” he questioned, his chin resting directly below your navel, “And don’t just nod, I need to hear that perfect little voice of yours,” he continued, awaiting your consent. 

You had to clear your throat to be able to form any sound as you glimpsed down at your honey haired boyfriend. His eyes hadn’t left your face for a moment, even as he brushed a stray curl from them. “Please Ash, can you give me your mouth?" 

"Of course I can, especially when you know to ask like that,” he groaned, holding down your hips as he pressed his tongue to your clit.

 As he lapped along the length of your slit, you couldn’t help but squirm. His slight stubble served to be an odd sensation against your smooth skin as he continued.

 "Ashton,“ you moaned as he allowed his nose to rub roughly over you clit, his tongue made languid movements against your entrance.

 Ashton pulled away for a moment, blowing cold air at your heat. It felt as though chills were climbing your spine as he did and even though your eyes had been closed, you could sense his smirk. 

 You whined as he was yet to return his attention to your core which caused him to chuckle, "Aw, what’s wrong (Y/N)? Were you getting close?" 

 "Fuck you,” you complained, hands reaching out to Ash, begging for more contact. 

 "Mm, what was that? I don’t think I heard you right Beautiful,“ he mocked, leaning on your hands as he stood up from his knees. 

 "I said ‘Fuck you,’ Ashton. You know what I said,” you spoke bitterly as he leaned down over you, pressing a finger down against your lips. 

 His head shook in disappointment, “You know I don’t like to hear you curse. I gave you a chance but now I’m not sure I should let you cum." 

 You didn’t even attempt to retort against him, Ashton always won. At this rate he wouldn’t be pleased in the slightest so you let out an exasperated sigh. "On the other hand, I love to see your face when you let go. So I’ll get you there under one condition, you’ve gotta be quiet for me, okay?" 

 "Yes Ashton,” you smiled gratefully at his offer. “Good,” he remarked, a finger unknowingly slipping into you as he kneeled down once again, this time pulling your legs over his shoulder, “You’re so responsive, this should be fun,” he insisted as another finger reached even deeper. 

 Forcing yourself to stay silent, you abruptly pressed a hand against your own mouth. Your eyes were pulled shut as Ash ran his tongue against you once more. As his fingers continued to thrust into you at a rapid pace, his lips pulled at your clit, his teeth grazing ever so lightly. Your body tensed around him confirming his thoughts, “C'mon (Y/N), you’re almost there,” he muttered against your skin. 

Your hands reached out to pull at his hair eliciting a soft moan from Ash as your fingers weaved throughout it. Your hips bucked once more as Ashton licked a last bold stripe against you preparing for your release, “Cum for me,” he urged, allowing you to let go.

 "Oh my- Ashton,“ you whimpered out as you came.

 "Fuck,” he mumbled as your body jerked, your head thrown back against the counter. Smirking against your heat, he lapped up the remainder of your release, “This is the best part,” he finished, standing back up to reveal his glistening chin.  

Ashton brought you down from the counter onto rather unstable feet, pressing your body against his. He brought his hand up toward your chin as he kissed your lips almost too softly. 

 You pulled away after a moment and poked at his chest, “You made me hit my head." 

 "Yeah but I also let you cum,” his simper feigning innocence, “I think that should make up for it.”

The {Soul} Alchemist’s Trap Box 

I’ll preface this by saying two things – 1) I have yet to attempt to create these boxes, and 2) There is a third box – but one I do not intend to share. I do not uphold the Crede, nor fear the wrath of Karma – but the third box would undoubtedly bring down a maelstrom of horror on any who dare use it incorrectly. Hence… why I’m not including it. Tender eyes and what not.

To create these boxes, you will first need a few supplies:

  • (2) Boxes – of equal size would be ideal, but I would not think necessary
  • (1) Divider – as one of the boxes you will be compartmentalizing
  • (3) Separate Colors of Paint (at least) – one of which MUST be black
  • Salt – quite a bit, an entire carton or more, depending on the size of your box
  • Hair and Blood – your own
  • (2-3) Stones – regular, run of the mill stones would be best – larger than a quarter
  • Paintbrushes and whatnot
  • (Optional) Broken Mirror Pieces

Begin, first and foremost by prepping your paint: for which you will need your blood and your hair. Burn the hair and collect the ash, add this to your second color (i.e. not black) – in the photo tutorial, this will be marked in red, You will also need to add your blood to the same paint as your hair. While not necessary, it is strongly recommended that you add the blood. And you’re going to want to add at least a drop or two… or three. Mix thoroughly. While the paint shouldn’t spoil, I would recommend doing this just before the ritual, so everything is still relatively fresh.

Take your first box and paint the interior black – this will act as your Trap Box. It will be the one used as a snare to collect unsavory spirits of many kinds. As for this part, it works just as any trap box would. Lure/command the spirit into the box, wherein it will be trapped, yadda yadaa. You will be using a Trap Sigil in the box – feel free to design your own, for this tutorial, I’ve elected to use this:

Since you’ve painted the inside of the box black (and yes, that is an important step), and added the blood/hair to a second color, use the third (here, white) to paint in your sigil. Shown here is just the flat bottom of the box – if you wanted to use the same symbol, I would make sure to bring the lines up the edges to the mouth – perhaps even continuing them onto the lid.

When the white has been painted and had time to dry, dip your finger into the red paint and mark the center of the sigil. It is now sealed to you.

On top of the box, you will be painting a “lock” sigil, but also using the red as a sort of guide – which I’ll explain later. For this design, the top of the box would feature (the main image above):

(Note: I used a white background, but if I were to make one, I would undoubtedly paint the entire box black – then paint in the sigil with white. Notice, also, that the tridents overlap the hand print. The painting process would go: circles/rings, hand print, trident – for which I have my reasons)

(It would also be at this point that you might affix your broken mirror shards inside the box – making sure not to cover the sigil, but filling in along that inside edges and the inward facing part of the lid would be both interesting to look at and useful for containing the spirit).

For now, this box is complete.

The second box is where things get a little more complicated. As I said, youll need a divider of some sort to section the inner compartment in half. It needs to be sturdy. This is a crucial divide and you would not want any commingling between the compartments! 

Again, I’d suggest painting the inside black, as well as the divider.

This shows the four inner walls of the left compartment. In all honest, it doesn’t matter which side is which – but does matter that the red, hatched circle is on the divider. Feel free to switch sides, just make sure the red is on the divider. For now, disregard the above fingerprint, as this related to the stones, which we’ll discuss later. Do not stamp it. Do, however, paint the above symbols on each “wall,” then fill the compartment with salt.

This, obviously, shows the other half – again, the circle that is not like the rest goes on the divider. Do paint the symbol fixed in the bottom of the box – as well as continue the same symbols (the “starred” circles) onto the inside of the lid, by either doing one on each half or one large one across the entire lid.

At this point, the construction of both boxes is complete. Feel free to decorate the outside of the “Filtration” Box (box #2) however you so desire.

Now this is where things get fun! Take one of your rocks (we’ll be calling this the “Evil” Rock) and stamp the same finger print as you did on the inside of the first box (hence why the fingerprint also appears in the first side of the second box – as this is where it will eventually go!). At this point, you will also want to make a separate (easily repeatable) symbol on the same rock. This symbol will pair it with the “Good” Rock. Of course, now recreate the symbol on the Good Rock.

In essence, what you’re doing is setting up a proverbial circuit. The first box ensnares the spirit – which is then drawn through the coordinating symbol (in this case, your fingerprint) into the first compartment of the corresponding box – the one filled with salt. The circuit continues, of course, with the second symbol on the Evil Rock, which leads through the divider to the Good Rock.

Theoretically, this sort of “filtration” process should cleave the entity into a Dark and Light aspect – (this factors into my beliefs that “evil” does not exist outside of the human perception and is thus a creation of the human psyche – thereby, this process should leech this “evil” from the host spirit and keep it trapped within the first rock, while the “good” – or rather, the purest essence of the spirit is transferred into the “Good” Rock, from whence they should be released.

The same rocks should be usable for quite a few spirits, but as I mentioned, you should free the “purified.”

For information on my personal beliefs in regards to the Trap Box – briefly touching on the Soul and the Spirit and whether or not it (ethically) should be used, see:  (Beliefs Behind the Trap Box) – which basically means read before you try to send me any flack!

~ Blue Planet: The Crash | Part 1 ~

Originally posted by captinkirc

Originally posted by antonyelchin-archive

Imagine Prompt: here

Pairing: Spock x Reader

Words: 2239

Warnings: graphic description of an injury, reader is hurt/in pain, chaos

Beta’d: by @starshiphufflebadger. Thank you so much for taking some time and turning my fic into something readable! And for giving me, even if you don’t know that, enough ideas to keep this story going!

A/N: This is my contribution to the Winter Blues Challenge! This was supposed to be a one shot. I had already written it out, but I couldn’t quite finish it and then watched ‘The Impossible’ to inspire me. Bad idea… now it turned into a series, but I don’t know how many parts there are going to be. 

Tags: @outside-the-government

Life is either a big adventure or nothing

Mayday! Mayday! Shuttle 14 to Enterprise! Can you hear us? Please respond! We lost one of our thrusters! We’re crashing! Beam us up!” The voice of Ensign Chekov, your pilot for this mission, echoed through the open compartment door that divided the cockpit and the rest of the shuttle. His voice was frantic, his accent thick and hard to understand, and almost inaudible over the loud alarm.

The shuttle shuddered one more time, and in addition to the blaring alarm, the constant beeping and whirring of different machines from the cockpit reached your ears. “Ë-moë! Enterprise! Please respond! We’re going to lose our second thruster too!”

With a sudden jump and a thud following immediately after, similar to a car running over a obstacle in the road, the shuttle suddenly veered to the right - the side where the thruster had stopped working - and started to plunge down. Overhead compartments broke open under the weight of the contents inside that were thrown against them, the shuttle now flying perpendicular to the ground rather than horizontally, due to the left thruster still working.

With a sigh, as you had been used to these kinds of situations for a long time working on the Enterprise, you opened your seatbelt, ignoring the blaring alarm and flashing signs that you should stay in your seat and moved towards the back of the shuttle, crawling directly on the right wall, as you had been seated near the right thruster that was now facing the ground.

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anonymous asked:

Hiya!How about a scenario with Bakugou ? Like I have this stuck in my head, hear me out : It's the start of the summer vacation and Mitsuki comes to pick up Bakugou because the students can go home over the summer.. so everyone went except for the person he has a major crush on ! So basically his mom tells his crush to live with them for a few weeks and Bakugou just says something like " it would be fucking stupid of you to stay alone at the dorms, shithead " just an idea tho 😅


You sat outside, silently watching as all your friends left to head home for the summer break knowing full well that you couldn’t join them. A knot twisted in your stomach at the thought of returning home. Nothing about it appealed to you and you had asked to stay in the dorms over the summer claiming that your parents would be leaving you by yourself anyways if you were to return. The dorms were much nicer compared to your life at home and there was something about the weird painful nostalgia of returning to your house that made you fill with nothing but anxiety and loneliness. It was an awful feeling and you had trouble expressing it into words to anyone. Ochako stood next to you, concern flickering in her irises, as she hesitated leaving to go back home.

“Are you sure you want to stay here, (Y/n)?” She asked, her voice betraying her concern for you.

“I’m sure, I’d be lonelier at home to be honest.” You half lied. “This place feels a little more like home anyways.”

She opened her mouth to say something but got distracted as Midoriya beckoned her to walk with him. Giving you a sad yet quick goodbye, she hurriedly made her way over to him, leaving you back to your thoughts. You were about to get up, thinking that was the last of your classmates, when a familiar ash blond haired male came to stand beside you. Your body stiffened a bit as you were caught by surprise but you quickly went to try and relax. Bakugou was never super mean to you so you had nothing to worry about, especially now that the two of you were alone.

“What’s this shit about you staying here alone?” He asked a bit harshly, typical Bakugou like roughness on his words.

“Oh you heard about that?” You asked. He tsked.

“Dumbass, of course I heard about it.” He said his voice lower suddenly. You could’ve sworn it was a bit softer as well.

As you fumbled for a response he looked at you with his regular heated gaze. He stopped trying to deny the fact that he liked you a while ago, but he never bothered to treat you differently unless the two of you were a lone. You never noticed his attitude change slightly like this and it drove him fucking insane sometimes. He hated admitting it but he cared about your sorry ass and the fact that you were avoiding going home rubbed him completely the wrong way. Were you being mistreated by your parents? Siblings? Whatever the hell it was it had him worried and he hated thinking about leaving you here with no one else around.

An agitated sigh left his lips as he saw his mom approaching in their family car. He tightened his grip on his bag and quickly turned to you, still waiting for your answer. You didn’t seem to really have one ready for him at the moment. He walked out to the curb as his mom pulled up and watched as the trunk of car popped before raising up. As soon as he slammed his stuff in the back of the car he shouted some things back and forth between him and his mom. Before you knew it he was standing in front of you with a scowl on his face and a light tint of blush dusting his features.

“I don’t know what shit has you scared enough that you don’t want to go back to your own house but…” He pauses for a second and goes to scratch the back of neck.

After a few more seconds he seizes your wrist and begins to drag you back to the dorms. You’re in shock, about a million emotions are washing over you and you can’t help the electric buzz feeling from his skin on yours. As soon as you try to speak up in a small protest he shuts you up.

“It’d be fucking stupid for you to stay at the dorms all summer by yourself, shithead.” He grumbled yanking the door to the dorms open. “Go get your shit, my mom says you can live with us for the summer.”

You don’t question his sudden offer and start up the stairs to get to your room. You also don’t understand the way your heart is fluttering from the whole thing. You had barely been able to be in the same room as Bakugou for more than an hour with just the two of you, but now you were just suddenly going to be living with him for a few weeks?? Your mind was reeling and despite the roaring cicadas and merciless heat outside, your hair was standing on end and your skin was covered with goosebumps.

When you got to your room you unburied a duffle bag and started to toss in a variety of clothes. Whether they were clean or not you didn’t know but you managed to pack up some clothes, toiletries, and other misc things before hurrying back down to where Bakugou was waiting for you. The second you came into view he went to grab your hand and drag you back out of the dorms and back out to the waiting car. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest and for a quick second you felt your eyes prick with tears. For what you didn’t know…

“Oi, give me your bag and get it so we can get home and eat.” Bakugou demanded as soon as the two of you had stopped.

“U-Uh sure, here.” You stuttered before handing him the bag. For a brief moment your fingertips brushed and blush sprung onto your cheeks. To try and hide your burning face from your friend you quickly got into the car.

Bakugou’s mom smiled coyly at you through the rear view mirror and you couldn’t help but think that you were making some sort of weird mistake in agreeing to this. Well, you didn’t really agree to anything now that you thought about it. It just sort of… happened and your ass was too confused to really object to anything.

Your attention was cast to Bakugou himself as he got into the backseat with you, his usual scowl on his face and his eyes still smouldering. The car lurched forward and you watched as the dorms disappeared from your view until you were left to listen to the hum of the car and the low volume of the car radio.

“”It’s so nice to finally meet my little Katsuki’s crush.” His mom suddenly said. You choked on your own spit and started to cough, a high pitched “what?” escaping through your assortment of noises.

“Shut up you shitty woman!” Bakugou practically screeched. You felt the color suddenly drain from your face and then return with full force as you hid your face within your hands. Suddenly the two of them were in a full blown argument and you understood where he got his… zest at least. Stealing a glance at him you could see he was just as embarrassed as you were, and at least your summer wouldn’t be boring, or lonely for that matter.

But that’s a story for another time, granted he can actually manage to confess to you without combusting out of rage for his mom’s sudden comment.

The Adventure Continues // Na Jaemin

Pt 1


summary: prince!jaemin part two where jaemin and you meet again, only this time he is engaged to be married.

words: 6063

category: angst + fluff, prince au

author note: it was nice to return to this au (also it somehow turned into my second longest scenario ever so maybe i got a bit carried away but how can you not it’s jaEMIN). as usual i miss jaemin and wish he would just show himself to us bc i miss my bestest pal. i hope he’s safe and healthy and being loved by his family.

- destinee

honestly if sm doesn’t update us on this pure snickerdoodle i will swim over to south korea mYSELF WATCH ME


Jaemin found himself sitting on the stone edge of the right side turret of his family’s castle. With his feet weighted by heavy boots, he found that he couldn’t hardly swing his feet back and forth like he pleased.

Instead, he let them hang limp, perhaps to mirror the feeling of despair that had settled in his stomach. In just two years, schedules and duties had distracted him from any kind of adventure he had dreamed of, bit more than anything, it kept him from you.

Jaemin thought about you often, and he wondered how you were doing. Your grandfather visited the kingdom every once in awhile for routine smithing and repairs. The young prince had followed him around for the first few months, asking questions about how you were doing.

Apparently, your grandmother’s condition had only worsened into something much more serious than a cold. Your grandfather informed Jaemin that you had been giving all your time to take care of her, and you wouldn’t be visiting the castle any time soon.

Months went by, and you still hadn’t visited. Then your grandmother passed away, and Jaemin felt his heart breaking along with yours. He wished to visit you and comfort you. He wanted more than anything to gather you in his arms and assure you that he was there. He wouldn’t leave your side.

They would just be empty promises, he often had to remind himself. The truth was that he was a prince unable to ignore his duties just to comfort someone. His job was much bigger, unfortunately, and he had to tend to the needs of the kingdom before he could tend to the needs of you.

Although he wanted more than anything to just throw down his metaphorical crown and run back to you.

Worries haunted him day to day. What if you had forgotten about him? What if you thought he forgot about you? What if you thought he was deliberately ignoring you?

Unfortunately, his worries hadn’t lessened in the past two years. If anything, they only came back stronger. Especially since his parents had just announced that he would be betrothed to one of the ladies who lived in the kingdom.

All of this would explain the disheartened spirit of the prince as he sat on the turret.

He held a sword in his lap, one with badly whittled initials in the hilt. His nineteen-year-old hands were more worn than his seventeen-year-old hands. The pad of his thumb was rough against the smooth hilt of the sword.

Jaemin sighed and looked out at the view before him. Somewhere out there was your small cottage, playing as a shelter for you and your grandfather.

You didn’t know what had happened earlier that day. Jaemin wasn’t sure you would, until it was officially announced by the local newsboys. He wanted to tell you himself though, and ask what he was supposed to do about it. He wanted to ask how he could marry anyone when you were the only thing on his mind.

A guard appeared on the turret. “Your Highness? Her Majesty has requested that you come spend lunch with Lady Havergaud immediately.”

Jaemin turned slightly to assure the guard, “Coming!”


You pulled the wool blanket closer under your grandfather’s chin. “Don’t worry, alright? You’ll be fine.”

He coughed, and a jolt of fear ran up your spine as you thought of him perhaps having what your grandmother died of. He had been depressed since she died two years ago, and the stress weighed heavy on his shoulders as he still did smithing work for the kingdom.

“I have an order,” he said. “I have to deliver the swords to the castle.”

“I’ve got it,” you assured him. “You taught me everything, remember? This way I can take over while you’re recovering.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?”

“I’ve got it. Trust me.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek, “Now go to sleep, and when you wake up I will be back with a warm pot of soup waiting for you.”

“Thank you, Y/n.”

The past two years hadn’t really been kind to you either. You had taken over your grandmother’s work, along with daily deliveries and lessons from the forge. Your grandfather thought it was important for you to learn the trade that brought income into the house, so that if anything were to happen to him you could step up.

Unfortunately, that time came sooner than later, so you were stuck doing day-to-day work with little rest. Your smooth hands were replaced by the rough and calloused palms of a blacksmith. Your hair was cut short, to keep from getting caught in the metal and fire of the forge you worked in. Your skin was often covered in a layer of dirt by the end of the day.

Entering the forge, you picked up the many swords given to you by the castle guards only yesterday. It was important to work on the swords quickly, so you and your grandfather often lost sleep over the knight’s swords you had committed to cleaning.

You sheathed each of the swords and placed them in a large carpetbag. Then, swinging the bag over your shoulder, you began the long walk to the castle.


Upon your arrival, your heart beat rose at the thought of who lived behind the walls. You hadn’t forgotten about the prince, although you were sure he had forgotten about you.

Because of everything that had happened, you really hadn’t had any time to visit him, even though he invited you to. You were busy with more important things than following the prince around all day. No matter how fun the latter sounded, you owed it to your grandfather to help him in any way you could.

Once you showed him the bag of swords, the castle guard opened the gate and allowed you inside. You eyes widened in bewilderment as you gazed down the well-lit stone walls. The entire castle seemed bright and cheerful, despite being made of dark gray stone. It reminded you of Jaemin’s positive vibes, and for a fleeting moment you could hear his cheerful voice in your head, convincing the castle decorators to make the interior of the castle more bright and welcoming.

“Y/n?” You turned at the familiar voice, and the sword hilts against your back all clanged together at the sudden movement.

“Mark!” you said happily. “How are you? I haven’t seen you since you moved to the castle!”

“I’m great!” he answered. “I’ll be completing my knight’s training next year. How’s your grandfather?”

“Not good,” you sighed. “He’s gotten much weaker from all the stress of Grandmother being gone. He won’t admit it, but he needs to rest for awhile.”

“He hasn’t rested since the funeral, had he?” Mark guessed.

“Works distracts him,” you supposed. “It also adds more stress to him, which is why I want him to rest. I can work the forge while he’s gone.”

“Speaking of.” Mark grinned and reached up and pulled something out of your hair. “You’ve got some ashes in your hair.”

You shrugged. “That happens when you work in a forge. Now, do you know where I deliver these swords?”

“Oh, I’ll take them. I’m on my way to the practice ground right now.”

You transferred the carpet bag onto his back, the whole time looking around.

“How in the world did you carry these?” Mark groaned under the weight of the bag.

“Practice,” you mumbled, peering down the hall.

“He’s at lunch with his fiancée,” Mark answered your unasked question.

“Fiancée?” Your voice caught on the word, as if it pained you to actually say it.

Mark looked sheepish. “I forgot they hadn’t announced it yet. Jaemin’s betrothed to a Lady.”

“Oh. Well, wish him well for me.” You forced your lips to turn up in a smile, “I’ll be going now.”


You subconsciously played with the ring on your finger as you walked into your home. “Grandfather? I’m home!”

“How’d it go?” he yelled from his room, coughing the final word.

You entered his room. “How long have you been awake?”

“Only a few minutes,” he assured you. “Tell me, did you see Jaemin?”

You hated to disappoint him, seeing the twinkle in his watery eyes. “No. I only saw Mark. Jaemin’s engaged, you know.”

“Really?” Your grandfather tutted. “I never really understood rich people and their arranged marriages. How bad is it for the prince to marry the one he loves?”

“It’s been two years, Grandfather. We’ve both grown since then and I’m not quite sure he loves me in the same innocent, childish way he used to.”

“First love is always innocent and childish. True love is the most innocent love there is, Y/n. He asks about you all the time, so there must be some feelings still there.”

You smiled bitterly. “Thanks, Grandfather. I appreciate you trying to cheer me up. Now, let me make you some soup and then I’ll go back out to the market.”

“As you wish,” he replied. “Choose to stubbornly ignore my words.”

You laughed, “I can’t get my hopes up, Grandfather. I’ve got so much more to do now than pine after a prince.”


Jaemin stiffly bowed to the Lady Havergaud. Her first name was Gwen, but Jaemin wasn’t sure he was ready to call her by that just yet.

She was dressed like every other nobleman he knew. Bright and colorful clothes, powdered makeup, and hair done up extravagantly.

“Your Highness,” she spoke with a knowing lilt in her voice. “How marvelous to meet your acquaintance.”

“It’s just Jaemin,” the prince said awkwardly. He shifted from foot to foot as he waited for someone to rescue him from this awkward encounter. When no one intervened, he supposed he would have to save himself. “Well, let’s have some lunch. Mother is probably waiting for us.”

She accepted his arm, using her gloves hand to keep a firm grip on him. “You’re not very muscular,” she spoke honestly. “I thought princes went through training to become stronger.”

“I’m strong,” Jaemin retorted.

“Of course, Darling,” the way she said it was patronizing and condescending. “When we marry, I’ll put you under a special diet and training program that will surely make your more buff and fit.”

Jaemin bit his lip to keep from biting back a sharp remark. Why did he have to be buff to run a kingdom? And, he would have her know, he was already fit.

“Be sure to eat more, okay?” She said. “I want my husband to be the envy of all the land.”

Jaemin couldn’t believe his ears. “Does my royal title mean nothing to the ladies?”

Gwen laughed loudly and slapped his arm. “You’re cute. When we’re married, let me do the talking at social events, okay?”

Jaemin gritted his teeth and only nodded. But deep inside there was a pang of regret and despair, knowing this would be his future.

Couldn’t he just run away? Couldn’t he just stop being prince for one moment and go on another adventure?

Couldn’t he go see you one last time?

Instead, he was stuck with someone who obviously only liked him for his title, and was already planning on changing him. Wonderful.


“Grandfather, you need to drink some water. If you get dehydrated, the sickness could get worse.” You struggled to get him to drink anything.

For the past few days, his fever had worsened. Now he was both throwing up and convulsing. Fear struck your heart, since he was doing everything your grandmother had done before she passed away.

If you could afford the cure for your grandfather, you could avoid the heartache. He could get better and you wouldn’t have to go through the pain of losing someone again.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t afford it. The village healer made that clear during his visit. “If you go to the castle healer, you can request the cure. However, I can guarantee it’s going to be worth an arm and a leg. I’m sorry.”

“Do they take exchanges?” you asked. “My grandmother has a watch I could trade for it.”

He nodded slowly, “It might work. I would definitely try it.”

“I will. Thank you.”


Jaemin picked up a vial of medicine and sniffed it. “What’s this?”

Jeno, the castle healer and Jaemin’s long-time friend, answered from the other side of the shop. “It’s for indigestion.”

“Hm,” Jaemin commented. He waited for his friend to turn away before he tipped the vial back and drank it’s contents.

“Jaemin, I swear—” Jeno looked at the empty vial and then the guilty grin adorning the prince’s face. “You can’t try a new medicine every time you come in here. You’re lowering my stocks.”

“It’s all natural remedies,” Jaemin said. “I’m not hurting anything. Besides, I might have indigestion.”

Jeno stopped at stared at his friend, “Jaemin, what is indigestion?”

The prince averted his eyes to the side. “Okay, well I don’t have to know what it is to suffer from it, do I?”

The bell hanging above the front door rang, signaling the arrival of a customer. Jeno excused himself and went behind the curtain, where the front of office was located. “Hello! How can I help you?”

Jaemin stayed in the back, doing what he was supposed to be doing in the first place: avoiding his fiancée and helping Jeno label his remedies.

“Hi. My village’s healer said you had a cure for me? He said he talked to you about it.”

Jaemin stopped his actions, feeling a nostalgic memory hit him instantly.

Y/n. That was your voice. It had to be.

Jaemin bit his lip as he tried to concentrate on the unnamed label in front of him. Still, he couldn’t seem to think of anything, save you and what you were doing at the castle healer’s.

Were you hurt? Was your grandfather hurt? Jaemin wasn’t sure he could face either possibility.

Stealthily, he crept towards the curtain and peaked it open ever so slightly, so that he could catch a glimpse of you.

He felt his heartbeat quicken and his thoughts go to mush as he saw you. It had been so long, and yet he hadn’t forgotten your youthful smile. It was the same even now, yet Jaemin could see a smudge of worry behind your upturned lips.

Your skin was darker, perhaps from the sun. Your hair was much shorter, and Jaemin thought that the way your messy strands ended at you shoulder looked cool and attractive. You seemed older, more mature than before, but as was he.

Jaemin felt like bursting through the curtain to give you the biggest hug. Unfortunately, he still lacked courage, and that kept him rooted in his place.

“Ah, you’re Y/n,” Jeno’s voice returned. “I’ve kept the cure safe in my pocket all day. Have you got your money?”

“Actually,” your voice shook, “can I trade something for it? I have a watch…”

Jeno accepted the watch and turned it over, this way and that.

Jaemin studied your anxious face, and he wished Jeno would just let you take the remedy free of charge.

“I can’t accept this,” Jeno said. “It isn’t real gold, so it’s worth isn’t much.”

“Oh.” You looked down, disheartened. Then, your expression grew hopeful.

Jaemin followed your gaze to your hands, where he saw on your third finger a ruby ring. It was the same promise ring he had given you just two years prior. An oath made so that the two of you would never forget each other. Jaemin’s heart lifted. Did you still think about him, too?

“I have this ring,” you said, struggling to pull it off of your finger. “It’s a real ruby.”

Jeno took the ring from your hold and nodded. “That’s perfect. Are you sure you want to give it up?”

“I’m sure,” you answered quietly. “It’s not very important.”

If a heart was made of glass, Jaemin’s would be in pieces right now. Servants would be scrambling to sweep up the shards as they fell onto the cold, hard floor.

Wasn’t important? Jaemin understood completely why you had to sell the ring, but why did you have to say it wasn’t important?

Did that mean he wasn’t important? Did you not remember him? Or worse, you did remember, you just simply didn’t care.

Jaemin retreated from the curtain and went back to his labels. Now his work was quicker, albeit quiet and solemn.

When Jeno returned, he looked at Jaemin carefully, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Is indigestion a broken heart?” Jaemin asked his healer friend. “Because I think I have it.”

Jeno stood still for a moment. “Actually, it’s gas, but I suppose a broken heart probably feels the same.”


Your finger felt empty. Throughout the next month, you were constantly aware of the ring’s absence.

Still, it was worth it, since your grandfather was returning to health rather quickly. By now, he could even visit the forge for a few hours each day.

The wedding was approaching quickly, and there were only three weeks to prepare. The queen had ordered that special rings be forged for the couple. According to Mark, Jaemin had spent weeks trying to convince his mom to let your grandfather forge his rings. Apparently he was still Jaemin’s number one influencer.

Your grandfather spend as many hours as he could, molding and forging rings only to realize he wished for a different design and start all over.

“It doesn’t feel right,” he would always say to you. “Of all the things Jaemin has told me, I have no idea why he would go through with this marriage.”

You shrugged in the middle of shoveling more coals into the fire. “Perhaps he likes her.”

“Yeah, right,” your grandfather snorted. “Remember last week, when Jaemin invited me for tea?”

You bit your lip. Jaemin had somehow found out about your grandfather’s recovery, so to celebrate he asked him to come for tea with his fiancée. Your grandfather was never allowed in the castle, however, because Jaemin’s fiancée wouldn’t let him come in. She said he was too dirty, with his fingertips blackened and his shirt carrying the sweat of a hardworking old man.

You heard from Mark that when Jaemin found out, he was furious, and even tried to visit the forge and apologize. You also heard that he was stopped, once again, by his controlling fiancée.

Still, these accounts were coming from two people who wanted you and Jaemin together. For all you knew, they could be lying, and she could be the nicest person you’ve never had the chance of meeting.

Until today.

Your grandfather had just gone back to the house to clean up and sleep for the night, but you stayed up, busy carving flower designs into some recently discarded rings.

“Hello!” someone shouted.

“We’re closed!” you replied, not looking up from your work. “Please come back tomorrow morning!”

You turned to see a woman coming in anyway, a familiar object in her hand. “Actually,” she spoke with a sort of haughtiness about her. “I’m the future princess so I think I can come in.”

“No,” you replied respectfully. “I have to get to sleep soon. Please come back in the morning, Your-Future-Highness.”

You bowed slightly, signaling her to leave the forge. Instead of respectfully leaving, she came closer. “My husband’s sword needs to be fixed. He said this part was getting old and he wants a new handle.”

“Hilt,” you corrected, feeling peeved at the fact that she called Jaemin her husband. They weren’t married yet.

“Whatever. Just have it polished and ready by our wedding day. I don’t want to see those ugly marks on it, alright?” With this, she dropped a sack of gold onto the stool behind you.

“Okay,” you agreed, not really connecting the pieces quite yet.

Then, as soon as she left and you glimpsed down at the sword, it became clear. It was Jaemin’s sword that he had made when he lived here. The hilt was the same, carved with his initials and yours. More things had been carved through the past years, like a small rose in the corner, and something similar to a heart.

Your memory stirred as you looked at the sword. Your heart was both elated and discouraged.

Did Jaemin really wish to erase this part of his life?

You set the sword aside, not having the strength to do it that night.


“Hey, where were you last night?” Jaemin asked the next morning on his way to the practice field. He had some free time that he wanted to spend with Mark, who had been teaching him the latest knight techniques.

His fiancée usually visited him every night to complain about something or other, and although Jaemin couldn’t say he missed it, it did make him curious as to why she hadn’t visited him the night before.

“I took your sword to that forge you always talk about and asked the person there to fix the handle.”

“Hilt,” he corrected.

Gwen rolled her eyes, “They said that same thing and it’s quite annoying. I swear I’m going to get wrinkles from all the stress you cause me. Anyway, I thought you would appreciate having those horrid marks removed from the handle. It would make it prettier on our wedding day.”

“WHAT?” Jaemin shouted, “You asked her to remove them?! Those marks are my memories! They’re the best memories I have! Why would you do something like that without asking me?”

Gwen shrugged, “I didn’t think it matter. Now I see it does. Sorry.”

Her apology didn’t sound the least bit sincere, and it took every fiber of Jaemin’s being to keep from saying something he shouldn’t have. Instead, he used his anger to fuel him as he ran down to your village in the hopes of getting his sword back, completely intact.


You bit your thumb nail and stared at the sword as if it were going to move. How could you restructure a hilt when the past one had so many memories? Why would you want to?

Your grandfather was still in bed, since it was the early crack of dawn. The only reason you were up was because you couldn’t sleep, and the past night was filled with tossing and turning and thinking about the prince.

You needed to stop. It had been two years. He hadn’t come back. You hadn’t gone to visit. It was time to forget Jaemin once and for all.

You picked up the sword, ready to completely redo the hilt, until a loud banging on the door caught your attention.

“Wait!” the outside voice called, “Let me in!”

You hurried to open the door, wondering who could be so distraught at such an early hour. Your breath caught in your throat as you beheld the prince, in the flesh, standing in front of you.

Jaemin was flustered, leaning with his palms against his knees as he inhaled long intakes of breath. “My sword,” he wheezed. “Don’t ruin it.”

“Jaemin…” the sword dropped to the ground as you stared at him. He was taller, yet just as you remembered him before with that same mischievous glint in his eyes.

When he finally caught his breath and straightened up, you engulfed him in a tight hug.

“Woah!” he laughed before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground momentarily. “I thought I wasn’t important.”

Although his voice was teasing, his eyes held a certain fear in them that you couldn’t place. You let go of his neck, allowing your hands to slid towards his chest as you looked into his eyes. “Who told you that?”

“You did!” he said, his grip on your waist slacking only slightly. “When you gave the ring to Jeno.”

You slapped the prince’s chest, “Of course it was unimportant at the time! I needed medicine. I never said you weren’t important, though. Why would you think that?”

“I’ve been a horrible friend,” Jaemin replied quickly, “I haven’t visisted you in two years. Even when your grandmother died, I did nothing. I could’ve visited you or sent some money or anything but I didn’t.”

You gave him a soft smile. Everything felt better suddenly, and you wondered how you and Jaemin could return to easy conversation after having not seen each other for two years. It felt as if it had only been a few days, and the wait was worth it. “I know you’ve been busy,” you comforted him. “You’ve got a lot of stuff to do at the castle.”

Jaemin sighed and pulled you close to him again, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “What do I do?” he mumbled, tickling your sensitive skin. “I don’t want to marry her.”

“Why not?” you asked sardonically. “She’s an absolute peach.”

Jaemin laughed against your neck, and you felt goosebumps hearing your favorite sound for the first time since he left. “Isn’t she?”

“Come in,” you said, letting go of him and leading him away from the forge. “Grandfather will be awake soon and I know he’d want to see you.”

The two of you walked towards the cottage, shoulders bumping occasionally.

“We should go on another adventure while I’m here,” Jaemin said. “Maybe we could go back to the cave and I can see those fish again?”

He hadn’t changed at all, and you felt comforted by that fact. For there you were, more quiet and subdued after all that had happened. After you had to take the title as head of the house. You wondered if that bothered Jaemin: him coming back to a different you.

“I’ll take you to the cave after breakfast,” you assured him, smiling when he pumped his fist victoriously.

Inside of the cottage, Jaemin entered the kitchen before you could close the door behind you.

“It’s the same!” he cheered. “Nothing has changed!”

You leaned against the doorway of the kitchen and chuckled at his childlike excitement. “Grandfather thought changing it would be an insult to Grandmother’s memory.”

Jaemin suddenly frowned. “I should’ve visited her.”

“She wouldn’t have wanted you to,” you spoke honestly. “She didn’t want the prince to see her in such a state. She wanted you to see her when she was still beautiful.”

Jaemin smiled bitterly, “She was always beautiful.”

You walked forward and hugged him from the back, pressing your forehead in between his shoulder blades. “Don’t think about it too much, Jaemin.”

“Alright,” he whispered, placing his hands over yours.

“Now let’s make breakfast before Grandfather wakes up,” you said, hoping to lighten the mood.


“My babies! I’ve come home!” Jaemin said, dropping his bag and dramatically running over to the dark lake.

You dropped your bag as well. The two of you decided it would be fun to go camping inside of the cave, mostly because Jaemin had a scary story he insisted could only be told during the witching hour. Apparently, no one in the castle had wanted to hear it, so you were his last hope.

Jaemin dipped his hand into the water, giggling to himself as the fish swam by and tickled his skin.

You found yourself staring at him, and your mind felt like a puddle of goo as you thought about how great he was. How much you wished he wasn’t getting married, so that to two of you could have adventures like this forever.

He made you feel young again: youthful and free to do nothing but play around with the hidden wonders of the world. You were quite sure you loved the boy.

Jaemin looked up at you, and your heart stopped for a moment as you wondered if you had spoke your thoughts aloud. “Y/n, come see them!”

Sighing in relief that your secret hadn’t been found out, you happily went to sit beside Jaemin and watch his precious fish swim around.

“I really like them,” Jaemin spoke into the silence of the cave. “Watching them swim around makes me feel like I did two years ago, when everything was okay.”

“Tell me about it,” you mumbled.

Jaemin smiled at you, “We sound like old adults.”

“I know,” you replied, “It’s tragic.”

Jaemin elbowed you lightly, “You’re tragic. I’m awesome.”

“Shut up.”

Jaemin leaned forward and placed his hand in the water again, and you caught the long white scare lining his palm. “It scarred.”

“What? Oh, yeah.” Jaemin pulled out his hand and held it towards you, palm facing upwards. “I was a bit careless back then, wasn’t I?”

“Like you aren’t now,” you countered. You traced the scar carefully with your finger.

Jaemin suddenly grabbed your hands, “They’re rougher than they used to be.”

You squirmed at his words, “Sorry they aren’t dainty enough for you.”

“No!” Jaemin said suddenly. “I was just observing. There’s nothing wrong with rough hands. It means you’ve worked hard.” Then he pulled your hand to his mouth and kissed your knuckles. “Y/n?”

“W-What?” you stuttered, feeling warm under his gaze.

“Can we hold hands like we used to?”

“I don’t think we ever held hands, Jaemin,” you replied quickly. In fact, you knew it. You and Jaemin hadn’t done anything of that sort when he came to live with you. Except maybe all those times he clung to you when he was bored. That didn’t count though, did it?

“Yeah, we did,” he argued. “When you helped me feed the rabbit.”

“That’s hardly hand holding.” You laughed at him. “You were afraid and I helped you feed the rabbit. We weren’t holding hands.”

Jaemin rolled his eyes dramatically, “Can I just hold your hand? Whether we did it in the past or not?”

“What about your fiancée?” you asked nervously.

Jaemin linked your fingers with his own and smiled at the finished product. “I don’t want to get married to her, so I won’t.”

“How are you gonna get out of it?”

“I have no idea.”


Jaemin looked at you with the scariest glare he could muster as he held a lit torch under his chin. In reality, he looked like a constipated dragon.

You tried to contain your giggles as Jaemin continued his story, “So she was never seen again and no one remembered her. The only one who did was that lone fisherman, who could still hear her cries throughout the dock.”

You slapped your hand over your mouth, yet you couldn’t stop the laughter from spilling out of your mouth. “That wasn’t scary at all!”

Jaemin pouted from above the flame, “Really? I worked hard on that one.”

“How hard did you work on it?” you giggled, falling onto your back as you couldn’t stop laughing.

Jaemin frowned and crawled over to you, peering down at your face. “I spent a whole three weeks coming up with that story.”

You smiled up at Jaemin from your spot on the floor, “You’re a dork.”

Jaemin returned your smile and plopped down, rolling over to lay beside you on the ground. “You love me.”

You stayed quiet. Then, perhaps because it was dark and you couldn’t see his face in case he rejected you, you answered, “Yeah. I do.”

Hesitantly, you turned your head to the side to see Jaemin already looking at you in the low light. His smile had grown, and he was quiet as he stared at you. “Really?”

“I mean of course,” you shrugged. “It’s not like we don’t love each other, right?”

Jaemin’s smile fell and he looked up at the cave ceiling. “If…” He exhaled softly and closed his eyes before continuing, “If I can’t get this engagement to end, please don’t think I don’t love you back. Please don’t think you haven’t been the first thing on my mind since I left. Please know that I love you so much and I would love nothing more than to go on a different adventure with you every day, even if that adventure was just delivering swords for your grandfather. If I can’t get this to end, please don’t think my feelings for you aren’t real.”

“I won’t. I promise,” you whispered, reaching for Jaemin’s hand and giving it a squeeze.


It was the night before the wedding. You knew, because the entire village was covered in flowers and festive wreaths for the prince. Funnily enough, none of them mentioned the future princess.

You felt numb the whole night, pondering what it would feel like when the newsboys would run down the road and announce that the prince was officially married. Your heart felt heavy as you continued with your chores.

Your grandfather left to go to the wedding, having to deliver the rings and wishing to visit Jaemin beforehand. He pushed you to come along with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go. There was no way you could see him again, knowing he would be married the next day. There was no way you could watch Jaemin vow to love someone else for the rest of his life. There was no way you could watch the mischievous light in his eyes fade to misery at the distant future. There was no way you could watch him kiss someone else.

Instead, you stayed home and continued your work before washing up and heading to bed.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t sleep, so you wrapped a large blanket around your shoulders and climbed up to the roof.

It was silent, as the majority of your village had turned in for the night. Only the distant sounds of neighbors still up, chatting in low voices, could be heard.

You could see the castle from your perch, and you wondered if Jaemin was there now, sleeping the night away before his wedding. The night before his entire life would change, and yours with it.

You couldn’t hold it against him. It was his duty to get married to someone before he took over as a king. Still, it pulled on your heartstrings that he was marrying someone he didn’t love, and someone who didn’t love him in return. Sure, you were going to be lonely with out him, but he was going to live the rest of his life with someone he didn’t love. That had to be the worst fate of all.

You shivered at the cold wind and pulled your blanket closer to your body.

“I found you again!”

You jumped at the voice and turned around to see Jaemin climbing up to the roof, a cheeky grin on his face. “What are you doing?” you hissed. “Your wedding is tomorrow.”

Jaemin shook his head, “Only if she says yes.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, until Jaemin threw a familiar velvet box at you. You caught it and opened it to reveal the ring you had recently traded. The ring you loved. The ring that symbolized your promise to never forget Jaemin.

“If you agree, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We can have our own adventures every day, and your grandfather can even move to the castle so we can be near him. I understand if you don’t want to become a princess, but unfortunately that’s the only life I can offer you.” Jaemin looked at you with pleading eyes, “Please say you’ll marry me.”

You pulled the ring out of the box and pushed it onto your finger. “Jaemin, what about your fiancée?”

“She was just as happy to end it as I was. Mother said I should’ve told her sooner that I was already in love with someone. She said I proved my sincerity to her, and any girl who helped me do that was deserving of the princess title.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment. “It wasn’t all me. You’ve always been sincere in your feelings.”

“Maybe,” Jaemin agreed, “but you help me express them. Now please answer my question.”

“Oh,” you grinned. “Of course I’ll marry you. I thought that was obvious.”

“Yay!” Jaemin tackled you in a hug, constricting you as you were still cocooned in your blanket. “We’re going to literally be best friends forever.”

You giggled, “I can’t wait.”

~the end~


@hynpos myth event day two: hades and persephone 

you wear flowers in your hair and he collects ash under his fingernails
but when he shows you how to weigh a human life,
cupping his grey hands under yours, the power becomes intoxicating and
you must admit that your souls are the same:


Spell for mental quiet

For this you need lavender, rosemary and a white candle.

1. Light the candle and leave it for 3 minutes.

2. Burn the lavender first, before chanting
“With this spell I beg thee
To quiet my mind
and then let me free
As I wish so mote it be!”

3. Wait another three minutes before burning the rosemary.

4. Take the ashes from both and sprinkle them in your hair. You can immediately take it out, so long as they are there for a minimum of a few seconds

When your energy draining roomate moves out, you cleanse the house, then take the long curly hair flapping out of the dryer vent and do a
little dance, make a little hex…get down tonight!


Binding/hex is more appropriate, but anyway, never waste an opportunity to use a taglock when it’s available.

Taglocks are something personal to the recipient of a spell. Whether it’s hair, nail clippings, a small personal item, or my personal sneaky favorite: a signature. Whether that’s acquired from a poison pen letter, a receipt, or some random note left on your windshield, it’s awesome.

Anyway, good bye, good luck, and good riddance.

Help? - Fivesome Smut PART TWO

welp, safe to say you guys liked part one, here’s part two? …good luck

PART ONE - masterlist

“We are making you do that again.”

You let out an involuntary whimper as Ashton’s fingers brushed over your damp underwear, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

Calum’s lips caught your own, as Ashton’s fingers skilfully played with your folds, deliberately pressing down on your clit to give you a jolt of pleasure before dipping two fingers into you. You threw your head back at the amazing sensation, Calum slipping away from you but his lips attaching to the soft skin of your neck. Ashton began to open and close his fingers in a scissoring motion inside of you, loving to watch you writhe in bliss.

You were gasping for air, Ashton’s fingers were about to push you over the edge, but he withdrew from you, and Calum spun you around to sit on the sofa next to him, leaning in to kiss you before Michael and Luke decided to take over.

Michael commanded you to lean on your hand and knees, and you obliged, your cheek pressing into the soft backrest of the couch as your hips wiggled in the air, eagerly awaiting whatever Michael had planned.

You felt his hands grab your ass, spreading your cheeks for a second before bringing his palm down to slap you. You yelped at the slight stinging sensation but squirmed in anticipation for the next smack.

“So pretty.” He soothed.

However Michael didn’t give you the satisfaction of another spank, and you felt Luke’s lips by your ear, whispering so only you could hear him.

“You ready, princess?” You bit your lip and nodded as you felt his length ease into you, stilling for a moment before setting a fast pace, pounding hard.

You let out whimpers as your thighs began to shake at his rough thrusts, your body rocked back and forth on all fours, your eyes catching Ashton’s who was sitting next to you now. He leaned in and closed your gaping mouth with his, at the same time sliding his hand down your bare body, reaching your clit beginning to rub circles slowly.

You moaned loudly, and left his lips to hang your head down, his fingers sending jolts of ecstasy through your core and stomach. Your toes curled at the grunts filling the room, Luke’s speed increasing. You knew you would hit your high soon with Ashton’s fingers adding pressure to your clit almost unbearably. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your inner walls tighten around Luke. You heard a strangled moan behind you, as Luke reacted to you and grabbed your waist.

“I’m close…” You heard him groan.

His thrusts became sloppy and you hit your high, soon feeling Luke release into the condom, his hands wondering over your thighs as he pulled out of you. You were ready to collapse but the boys were no where near done with you yet.

You felt hands around your hips, and was flipped on top of Michael’s naked thighs. You were panting and saw Calum stand behind you, his warm lips reconnecting with your neck as Michael slowly slid you down on his cock, both of you letting out a moan as he began to move.

“Michael, fuck.” You were sensitive after Luke, and Michael was stretching you as he was thicker, creating a new wave of pleasure through your body.

You heard Calum pop open a bottle behind you, and instantly knew what he was planning, shivering delightfully at the thought. Calum began to smooth lube over your other entrance, slipping a finger in and then coating his erection. He kissed your flushed cheek before guiding slowly into you. You sucked in your breath, Michael acted by bringing his hands between your torsos, caressing your clit to take your mind off the strange pain.

You rested your head in the crook of Michael’s shoulder, breathing shakily as Calum pushed all the way into you. You gave a small nod to indicate that it was okay to move. Both boys thrusted into you, pleasure coursing through your body as Michael hit your g-spot repeatedly, and Calum was causing sensations that were producing goosebumps all over your body.

“Oh my god.” You gasped, throwing your head back, and glancing to the side, unashamedly turned on by the sight that greeted you there.

Ashton and Luke were standing next to the couch, Luke’s arms wrapped securely around Ashton’s back. The two boys were naked, like the rest of you, their tongues dancing passionately together. You watched as Ashton’s hands found their way into Luke’s blonde hair, and you rocked harder on Michael’s hips as their cocks brushed together, Luke’s hips instantly bucking to the other boys’, but he reached down to pump Ashton’s length. Your mouth hung open as Ashton moaned loudly into Luke’s mouth, the boy only needing a few strokes to release over Luke’s torso and thighs.

You let out a whimper and turned your attention back to Michael, who was panting heavily and working to get you off quickly. He drove strongly into you, using his large hands to bring you down on him.

“Cum for us babe.” He moaned, as your face contorted with pleasure, releasing for the third time that night. Michael smirked over your shoulder at Calum, who had just hit his high as well, as he prolonged your shuddering orgasm by continuing to pump into you. He came soon after you however, and let you off his lap to collapse next to Calum in a sweaty heap.

Ashton turned his sights to you on the sofa, and cheekily got down on his knees, head in between your thighs suggestively. You gasped as he ran his tongue over your folds. You let his name slip from your lips, encouraged by the sparks of ecstasy shooting through your heat.

“Ash, I can’t.” You breathed, you were worn out, your hair was sticking to your forehead with sweat, and your thighs were shaking from your previous orgasms.

“One more, baby.” He murmured, the words muffled by your thighs squeezing weakly around his head, as he slid one finger into your delicate folds. That was enough to drive you crazy, you came on his warm tongue, arching your back in bliss and the edge of your vision blurring as you fell back on the couch, Ashton now slumping next to you, pleased with himself.

“Holy shit.” You managed to squeak out, leaning your head on Cal’s shoulder.

“Yeah.” You heard Michael respond as you closed your eyes, exhausted.

“Thanks for the help guys.” You sighed peacefully, absolutely spent.

“No problem.” You heard Luke whisper and the others chuckle as you drifted to sleep.


Ashes to Ashes / Life on Mars AU

Gene finally goes into the Railway Arms and meets again with some old friends in Mallorca the after life/heaven/whatever is that place

anonymous asked:

Keep up the good work! Your going a good job I love your writing can i request katsuki, tsuki and kuroo their girlfriend having a nightmare but they woke up because there loud and he has to clam there gf down

Your hands are soaked, wet with warm blood. It’s a lot warmer than you expected. Bile rises in your throat as your eyes fall on a body only a few feet away from yours. You recognize too many features. Like those broad, muscular shoulders and that ash blond hair. You can’t breathe. There is no air in your lungs as you look at the red soaking your hands. You try to wipe off his blood— his blood— but it won’t come off. It won’t come off. Why won’t it come off?

You couldn’t control it. As much as you trained, as much as you tried, you couldn’t control the beast … the demon inside of you. It killed him … but can you really blame It when It is you? It’s inside of you. It was born with you. It didn’t kill him … you did. (Name), a murderer. (Name), a monster.

“(Name)! Wake the fuck up!”

You open your eyes, coming face-to-face with Bakugou’s scarlet orbs. You furrow your brows like you almost don’t expect him to be here. Your breathes come out rapidly as your hands latches onto his bicep, digging your nails into his flesh and trying to ground yourself back into reality. You search his face.

You didn’t … he’s still … and you’re not …  

“Calm down, dammit. You’re kicking the shit outta me.”

You blink slowly and nod your head. Bakugou furrows his eyebrows. Even through the darkness, he can still recognize that expression on your face. You had that dream again.

“Hey,” he says, “You aren’t a fucking monster.”


“You aren’t like that bastard either. You’re my fucking girl, got it?”

You sniffle and bury your face in his bare chest. “Got it.”

“Good. Now, go back to sleep, goddammit. I’ve got you.”

“I’m so tired of you.”

Those words stabbed you in the heart and hit you like a ton of bricks. Tsukishima looks down at you with a cold gaze. His hands are casually shoved into his pockets. You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut. 


“I know you heard me.”

You blink, feeling your heart clench. I’m so tired of you. And the floor drops out from underneath you. Wind is rushing in your ears as your hair is wiped around your face. You are just falling in to darkness. Faster and faster. You can’t breathe. You can’t even see. You are just falling. And falling. And falling. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Into nothingness. 

Your eyes snap open, and you take a shuddering breath. The room is dark, but not as dark as that place. You can see his golden eyes and his short blond hair. His hands are at either sides of your head, holding your wrists.

“You’re having a nightmare.”

“Ah, a nightmare?”

“Just a nightmare.”

“You … you’re not sick of me, are you?”

“You shouldn’t ask dumb questions, (Name),” he says, teasingly. 

Tsukishima comes down and pecks your lips. Laying back in his side of the bed, you look at him. He is laying on his back with his arm open in a silent invitation to you. You lay your head against his chest, and he pulls you tighter against his chest, holding you for the rest of the night.

Sometimes you dream about it. Sometimes you dream about the overwhelming smell of gasoline. And sometimes you dream about being covered in your own blood again. You don’t really think about it during the day. You keep busy enough. But, at night, when your mind is free to wander, it surfaces. The memories of squealing tires and scraping metals and shattering glass.

Kuroo wakes up to the sound of your screaming more than often. He awakens to you struggling, trapped in your memories because you swear you felt your scars burning again. That’s when you are most thankful for his presence.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he says, holding you in his arms and lightly trying to jostle you from your nightmares, “(Name), wake up, babe.”

You are trembling, shaking, quivering, as whimpers fall from your lips.

“Babe, wake up. You’re okay. Everything is okay.”

Your eyes flutter open, and you take a shuddering breath. Your eyes dart around, the smell of gasoline still stings in your nose and the sounds of sirens are ringing in your ears. You look at Kuroo with large confused eyes. He cups your face with his large hands, smoothing his thumbs over your tear-stained cheeks. You gasp, hands flying to where your gaping wound used to be. 

“You’re okay, (Name).”

“I-I’m okay?”

“Yes, you are.”

You rest your forehead against his bare, broad chest as you breathe in his scent, forgetting about the smell of gasoline. He runs his hand through your hair, holding you against his body until your shaking stops. 

Build A Boyfriend - Jackson

Originally posted by markjin

Tuesday afternoons were eventful. Especially when you could sit back on your couch with smoothies, highly amused at your friends antics.

“Oh come on! Just let me do his hair! Just the hair I promise!”

“No Casey! You always choose the hair! You chose my boyfriends hair!”

“Yeah but it looks good doesn’t it?”

“You know what nobody asked you.” May sassed.

You took a sip from your fruit smoothie before setting it on the side table and deciding to intervene.

“Ladies ladies! Let’s solve the rationally and maturally.” You suggested watching them look at each suspiciously.

“Rock paper scissors. Ready go!” You shouted watching as they intensely began the game.

“Ha! Rock beats paper May!”

“Best two out of three!”

“That was best two out of three! I won fair and square May. I get to choose the hair.” Casey grinned victoriously at May who glared at her crossing her arms.

“Okay.” Casey muttered pushing her glasses up her nose and settled onto the brown leather cushions that sunk holding her weight comfortably.

Casey clicked around for awhile before letting out a loud dramatic gasp making you and May jump in fright.

“I just found the perfect hair color. With those eyes and that skin yes girl we are getting places.”

You exchanged a look with May who reflected your look of puzzlement.

“And voila! Your boyfriend is complete! All he needs is a name! Here you go y/n!” Casey handed you the laptop grinning at you like a kid in a candy store.

You carefully balanced the laptop on your forearm scrolling through all the changes Casey had made. Unsurprisingly. The hair was chosen as a mixture of ash and platinum blonde that was a messy, shaggy look. The eyes were chosen as a rich mixture of mocha and hazelnut. His skin was to be slightly tanned and his build toned so he could ‘pick you up and kiss you without a struggle.“ May’s words not yours. His height surprisingly wasn’t 6’ like you thought, but only 5'9”. It wasn’t a bad height and Casey had quoted “you said you wanted a boyfriend taller than you so that what you got.” You now mentally had to prepare yourself for the personality side that was chosen by the one and only May. God help you..

Mysterious, but in a sexy way. Not creepy. Loving, possessive, protective, but not too much on the possessive side. Loves to cuddle and hug. Proud of his girlfriend obviously. Can’t baggage a man who is afraid to be seen with his girl. Plates sports. Has the voice of a god. No scratch that has the voice of a god and raps like a god. Slightly husky voice works too.

You turned your eyes onto May who was on her phone with an eyebrow raised and with the are-you-being-serious-right-now look. Casey nudged May who looked up at you innocently.
You rolled your eyes as she grinned at you knowing you would leave her section alone.
You scrolled down to the end where one box was completely empty waiting for you to type in the final step to unite every aspect of the form.

Many thoughts swarmed your mind, filling with ideas like a sink fills with water. The ideas slowly trickled through your short term memory until it suddenly halted like traffic a a red light. As fast as lightning your fingers flew across the keyboard typing a seven letter name that was sticking to your memory like glue.

It was only a matter of time until he would show up at your door as preached by both May and Casey. All you had to do now was wait.

Three days. That’s how long it’s been since you submitted the form to the company. Why was it taking so long? May said it only took a few hours to two days at most. Your form wasn’t complicated in the slightest. It’s not like you asked for him to have wings and to be able to fly. You had gotten the email saying it was successfully submitted, but where was he? He should’ve arrived the other day according to the new tracker device like they had at dominoes. The boyfriends would have a remote thing per say and it would show the company where they were and the boyfriends the way to the person to made them. Once they had made it they would click the successful button and then leave the device for the company to pick up. Simple according to the email you received. But the questions circled your mind like a storm waiting to pick up speed.
So here you are pacing your room as your friends watched worriedly from the couch.

“Come sit down love. You’re gonna make a hole in the carpet.” May gently coaxed you to sit.

Taking one look at her you sighed and complied to her wishes and sat down on the couch.

“I just don’t get it. Wasn’t he supposed to be here day ago? Yesterday at the latest? Whar id something happened to him?” You whispered.

“The company would’ve emailed you about it.” May answered rubbing your back.

“What if the tracker broke? Then what?”

“The company would’ve sent people to his last location and informed you.” Casey whispered gently.

“What if….what if he isn’t coming? What if this is all fake or a sick joke?”

The girls went silent. May was the first to break the silence.

“You know it isn’t fake. You’ve seen my boyfriend.”

“Yeah but I didn’t see him delivered or even know you even did a form until you blurted the website out at lunch the other day. How do I know you aren’t lying to me?”

They were speechless which unknowing to them made you confirm your suspicions. You scoffed slightly standing up brushing off you clothes. “I need to get back to work, my break is over.”

“Y/n-” May started but you shook your head and walked out of the break room, letting the door close softly behind you.

Hours later you clocked out of work just wanting to go home and curl up on the couch and read a good book. You threw on your jacket and walked out the glass doors into the evening air of Seoul. You sighed staring at the buildings around you, unconsciously people watching. You groaned quietly as you saw a group of boys up ahead, one if then being May’s boyfriend. Oh goody.

You took a deep breath and trudged forward, intent on completely ignoring the group of boys as you secretly glanced at their faces. Out of the corner of you eye you saw a head of shaggy ash-platinum blonde hair. Your head whipped around in a double take. It was just a coincidence you thought. That website is complete bs. There’s no way that was the Jackson you thought you created. Well until he looked up and locked eyes with you. Mocha hazelnut irises bore into your y/e/c colored ones. He feigned a look if surprise before a smirk crawled onto his lips and you hated to admit it but that made him ten times hotter.

He was leaning against the wall a leather jacket across his shoulders, defining his muscles against the leather. He wore black ripped jeans that contrasted his gray shirt and tan combat boots. A cigarette hung out of his lips and his tanned hand came up to grasp it as his head tilted back slight to blow the smoke into the night air. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a device that was small enough to be a phone ad he nodded to himself before locking eyes with you again. The smirk was back as he pressed something on the screen and pocketed the device before pushing off the wall, stomping out his cigarette, and swaggering his way to you.

You felt yourself take a step back. Sure he looked like the Jackson you created, but he was still a stranger. Jacksons smirk grew in amusement with each step you took back. You took another step back and gasped as you felt your foot come in contact with air and you body began to bow in gravity’s favor. You shut your eyes waiting for the impact of the street and the possible impact of the crazy drivers of Seoul. Except you didn’t feel any impact except for the suddenly warmth that surrounded you.

“Easy baby girl. Wouldn’t want to get hurt now would we?” A deep voice whispered in your ear. You opened you eyes and jumped at the close proximity of your face to the Jackson look alike. His arms were wrapped around your waist, preventing any escape on your end.

“What cat got your tongue sweetheart?” You broke out of your day and pushed him back but he didn’t budge in the slightest.

“A thank you would be nice y/n.”

“How do you know my name?” You questioned suspiciously wiggling in his embrace.

He didn’t say anything but the small device made another appearance and what shocked you was your name and picture displayed on the screen. Jackson smiled at your surprise and he leaned in and placed a passionate kiss on your lips. He pulled away leaving you breathless and his husky voice broke the silence.

“Now that were on the same page darling, I’m Jackson if you didn’t already know. It’s lovely to meet you doll. I can tell we’re gonna get on just perfectly.”