burn bud

Curse for a Player 💔

a curse from scorned lovers to the one breaking hearts, to give them difficulty finding anyone to be with romantically/sexually

💔 gather: something to represent the person you’re cursing, roses, 1 rose bud, matches, fire safe surface, black thread, and candle wax.

💔 take the representative object and wrap it around the single rose bud

💔 burn the rest of the roses to ash. roll the object in the ashes

💔 wrap with black thread, seal with wax. keep in a jar. 

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” - Jack Kerouac (born: 12 March 1922)

Brady Skjei #1 - Off Day

Anon asked: Hey, could you do a NYR one (Brady skjei maybe??) where him and the reader are hanging around NYC on an off day?? 

This one has been finished for a few hours dear anon, but my computer was acting up and wouldn’t let me upload it. The storyline itself is based vaguely off of my recent trip to New York. I hope you enjoy it! 

The Rangers had put up a tough fight against the Canadiens in the first round of the playoffs and ultimately it had been enough. You were fortunate enough that it had been a home game and thus allowed you to be there to congratulate your boyfriend Brady Skjei in person. Clinching the win in game six instead of seven gave the two of you an extra day to be together before he had to leave again to face the Senators. You planned to put that extra time to good use.

Your day started as few did recently, by sleeping in. It was the smell of what you hoped were pancakes that lured you from your sleep and notified you that the bed beside you was empty. Judging by how the sheets were still warm he couldn’t have been up for long. You begrudgingly left the warmth of your bed and slipped on one of Brady’s sweatshirts before meeting him in the kitchen. The small television on the counter was playing the news and added to the overall feeling of “home” that radiated from the room.

He nudged a mug towards you without looking up from the stove and you readily took it. You blamed Brady for your coffee dependence seeing as he was the reason you were prone to getting up earlier than needed.

You raised the mug to your lips just as Brady said, “careful it’s really hot.”

It was too late and you burned the roof of your mouth and tongue on the drink. You forced yourself to swallow it and let out a breath, “more of a warning next time would be great babe.”

He quirked an eyebrow, “I tried to but I know nothing gets in the way of you and your coffee. One of these days you’ll wait for it to properly cool.”

“Not likely,” you placed the mug on the counter and crossed your arms, “waiting is for the weak.”
“Yeah okay. Tell that to me when you can’t taste anything because you’ve burned your taste buds off.”

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anonymous asked:

Shallura drabble prompt: Shiro introducing Allura to food on Earth? (Like maybe bubble tea or pizza something.)

“Where do you want to sit?”

What?” Allura shouted, peeking over her shoulder at Shiro.

He chuckled, resting his hand on the small of her back as he leaned down, cheek brushing her hair. “Where would you like to sit?”

She grabbed Shiro’s hand, leading him over to a pair of plastic chairs at a table in the far corner. “It’s louder than a Bolgogian Nunvillary in here,” she said as they settled in, their knees brushing under the table. 

“I’d blame the teenagers at the counter,” Shiro chuckled, “So, are you ready?”

Allura took a sharp breath. “Yes.” She laid her hands flat on the table, staring down at her drink with purpose. “So. Boba. Is this a traditional drink for your people? From- Japan?”

Shiro tried to hold back his laughter as Allura blinked at him expectantly. “It’s more popular than traditional- and I think it’s from Taiwan originally. But I don’t want to tell you anything else, just try it.” 

Allura tucked some loose locks behind her ears, nodding solemnly. With great ceremony she took a sip from her bubble tea. “Hm- oh!” Her eyes flew open, a hand reaching up to her mouth. “It popped!” Allura giggled, taking another sip and savoring the new sensation. “Shiro, take a sip- it’s delicious!”

“Here, try some of mine-” Shiro traded cups with a smile, unable to fight her infectious laugh. “That has tapioca in it, it’s kind of chewy.” 

Allura nodded, apparently taking mental notes as she chewed methodically. “Now that I think about it, we have something similar to this on Altea. Except you have to let it steep for at least twenty two hours, or it could burn off your taste buds-” Shiro leaned back in his seat, his lips pressing into a smile as heat began to pool in his chest. After a minute she caught his eye with a sharp look, putting down her drink to ask, “Are you okay? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Shiro leaned forward in his chair with a grin. “I just didn’t realize how amazing it would be to see you on Earth.”

Allura tried to frown at him but her lips curled obstinately upward as color rose to her cheeks. “Well,” she said, drawing close to him, “I’m glad I came. The tea is great-”

Shiro scoffed but folded his hand over hers, smiling as their lips met softly.


A/N: This is my first ever one-shot that I have written and actually posted on here, so please, be kind! All feedback is welcome! This is part one — there’s more to come yet. I came up with this idea myself, but requests are going to be open from now on. ❤️

Summary: Reader is JDM’s costar in a TV series. After being secretly attracted to each other, they act out a ‘sex scene’ as their characters, which in turn, makes some feelings come to light.

Pairing: JDM x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, ‘borderline’ NSFW, not sure.

Tagging: @jasoncrouse, @hawtdiggitynegan, @jdmfanfiction

(if you want to be tagged, just ask!)

A frown found it’s way onto your forehead as you read over your script once again, biting your lip. You exhaled slowly, throwing the papers on the coffee table in front of you. The words on the page stood out like a sore thumb.

‘Sex scene’.

You’ve been waiting what felt like an eternity for the special part of the season. Jeffrey’s and your character been going through a delicious slow burn of a budding romance, and now it seemed they’ve both finally made the move. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you felt like you and Jeff had that same delicious slow burn yourself.

Picking up the script again, your eyes skimmed over it. It became apparent to you that your character, after the scene, would be wearing one of his shirts. You felt giddy — like a schoolgirl again. You bit your lip again, reading on in excitement that made you nauseous. A loud knock at your trailer door made you nearly jump out of you skin and pull you right back into reality.

“Shit,” you whispered under your breath, standing up to answer the door, trying your best to calm yourself down. As you opened the door, your face immediately heated up. “Oh, hey, Jeff,” you cleared your throat, looking up at him, your face burning.

Jeffrey looked down at you, a knowing half-smirk settling on his lips. “Hey yourself, Y/N…” he muttered lowly in his usual deep voice that made you swoon. You noticed he was holding a simple, red t-shirt. He must’ve seen you looking at it, so he spoke up, “I thought you might be needing this soon.”

You sheepishly took the shirt from him, biting your lip. You felt your face grow even redder, if possible, as you looked down at it. You imagined your face was about the same colour as the shirt. “Is this yours?” you breathed, clearing your throat once again, mentally slapping yourself for losing your composure in front of him.

You looked up to Jeffrey, who had his signature shit-eating grin on his face. “Of course it is, sweetheart. That’s what the script calls for, doesn’t it?” he chuckled.

You couldn’t help but stare at him as he lit a cigarette. Hell, you knew smoking was shit for a person’s health, but goddamn, he looked sexy when he smoked. A puff of air left your lips as you continued to watch him, clearing your throat again as you realised you were staring. “Yeah. I guess it does,” you muttered an answer, looking around your trailer awkwardly. There was a strange tension in the air, and you felt like receding back into your shell. For once, it wasn’t all jokes, games and little touches between you two. This felt a little more on the serious side.

“Hey, darlin’,” he spoke up, capturing your attention. “Don’t be getting all shy on me now. It’s just a damn scene,” he told you, and you looked down at your feet. “I promise I won’t bite too hard,” he winked, making you blush again. You chuckled, although flustered, you were thankful he could break the newly formed ice between the two of you. You eventually nodded at him, smiling, emulating his infectious smile that reached his hazel eyes.

After a moment, he placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Well, see you in there then,” he told you, winking again. You nearly swooned. You nodded at him again, unable to find your voice. You stood there for a moment and watched him walk away, chuckling at yourself. You were infatuated with him and it made you feel like a fucking schoolgirl again. You had it bad.

You shut the door behind, sitting down on the small couch inside your trailer. When you realised you still held his shirt, you bought the fabric to your face and inhaled, closing your eyes. He wasn’t lying. It really was his. You bit your lip, quickly taking your own shirt off to slip his red one on. You stood to your feet, walking over to the mirror. The shirt fell to your mid thighs, just as you had imagined it would, but didn’t show off much of your cleavage. Not that it really mattered. You could smell his musk on his shirt as your wore it, which made you giddy again.

After a while of checking yourself out in the mirror, and getting changed back into your own shirt, hair and makeup came knocking on your door to get you into costume. As you sat there, having people work on styling your hair and putting on your makeup, you used the time to get yourself into character and reread the script. It wasn’t overly long until wardrobe whisked you away to get dressed.

You emerged from the dressing room wearing a rather low cut shirt with some faux leather leggings. You felt a touch more confidence spark inside of you, as well as excitement for what was about to happen between both yours and Jeff’s character. The makeup artist touched up your red lipstick before you walked on set, exhaling as you got into position.

You grinned at Jeff as he walked up to you, blushing softly as he too, got into position. The scene was to open with the two of you kissing. It was all a tad cheesy, but you weren’t complaining.


A shaky breath left your lips as it dawned on you what was actually about to happen, and your eyes quickly flicked between Jeffrey’s hazel eyes and his lips. Before you know it, you could feel his soft breath on your face. You nearly whimpered. The anticipation was killing you. Slowly, but surely, his lips found yours and you nearly burst. You obviously kissed him back, your hands finding his hair and giving his locks a gentle tug of encouragement. He groaned into your mouth and you felt your knees going weak as you felt his tongue press past your lips. An audible whimper was muffled by his mouth as his beard deliciously rubbed against your cheeks. Eventually though, he pulled away, but lifted you up, which made you giggle involuntarily and hold onto his neck. Remembering the script, you began kissing his jawline as he walked up the stairs, your lips leaving red marks on his skin thanks to your lipstick. As he continued to walk upstairs, you kissed his neck, finding his sweet spot which pulled a low groan from him, making your core tingle. You felt his pulse racing underneath his skin, and you questioned mentally if this all was his acting.

Finally, Jeffrey reached the bedroom, placing you down on the bed. You blushed, biting your lip as you watched him climb onto the bed, welcoming another of his kisses. You gasped as he tugged the hem of your shirt up over your head, leaving you in your bra. He then kissed your breasts sensually and then proceeded down your stomach. You shivered as his beard delightfully rubbed against your skin, goosebumps rising on your skin. You felt him chuckle against your skin, laying your head again the pillow as he took off your pants. You felt your core tingle, biting your lip as he kissed up your inner thighs. Just as he got a little too close, you heard the director yell ‘cut’.

Jeffrey sat up, his hair dishevelled and his cheeks ever so slightly flushed. You on the other hand, were a panting mess. Your face, neck and chest were flushed, and you felt like you’ve never been so flustered in your life.

“Goddamn, look at you,” Jeffrey breathed, licking his lips. “I barely even fuckin’ touched you, and you’re falling apart in front of me,” he smirked, chuckling lowly as his eyes took in your state. “Makes me wish it was real.”

Your jaw just about dropped. Your face was surely crimson now. “What?” you breathed in a whisper, thinking you were imagining the whole thing. You were glad the crew decided to leave the set.

“You heard me, Y/N. I fuckin’ know you did,” he whispered, staring into your eyes intensely. “You think after all this time we spent together making this damn season that I wouldn’t want to have my way with you? I know you want me too I’ve been seeing the way you look at me. I see you blushing when I talk to you. You’re so fuckin’ innocent, Y/N. But I bet you’re a bad girl when you want to be. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” he muttered lowly, watching you like you were his prey. All you do was nod eagerly. Your mouth went dry and your heart was racing.

You felt like you were glued to the bed. You were half naked and vulnerable. Left out in the fucking open. You’d never thought you’d ever hear him say those words. You thought the attraction was never mutual. But boy where you glad it was.