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5 Witchy Candle Tips

1. Home made candles, wonderful things. You don’t need anything special, just plain white candle wax, food coloring, wicks, and something to let the candles form in. If you can’t find a candle in the color you need, this is great because you can customize colors. It’s also great if you need a candle in a certain size, or would like to make one if a special shape.

2. Scented candle that match the spells intent, so that help get you into a state that can help the spell. If you think you should be very energized for this spell, candles that have energizing smells will helps. Same goes for relaxing smelling candles, great for sleep sleeps or for anxiety easing spells.

3. Dollar stores. I think most of us by now know how wonderful dollar stores are for candles, especially us low income witches. Trust me, the price of your candle does not affect it’s ability to work. 

4. Sigils and candles go well together. Crave a sigil into your candle then let the candle burn all the way down. Match your candle colors, and scent if wished, to the intent of the sigil (or use a plain white candle.)

5. Prayer. If you are a religious witch, no matter what the exact religious, candles are great for prayer. I recommended purple, as purple is one of the most spiritual colors. It will help you connected to your god, or goddess, or both, or the angels, or to whoever you may be praying to.

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My current main altar setup. It’s a work in progress as I’m fairly new to witchcraft.

I DIYed a lot of this. I made the pentacle myself, carved the symbols on the candles, dried the herbs and collected all the tree parts.

Our tree recently lost a huge section of its upper branches thanks to 90mph winds. So I gathered a lot of branches, bark, and twigs from the downed portion. I gave offerings to the tree to thank it and ease its recovery.

Dollar store candles are super easy to spruce up. Mechanical pencils work great for carving sigils or runes into candles.

Everything I didn’t make myself was most likely an eBay purchase. You can get great deals on witch supplies there.

What Is Written (Final Part)

               This will be the last chapter in this series. I just want to say thank you for being so patient with me and I have to admit, I’m proud of myself. Mainly because this is the first mulichapter fic I’ve ever been able to finish. Lol.  I don’t want to sound self-righteous or cocky, but I’m honestly very happy with how this last chapter turned out, as challenging as it was to write. I’m really sorry for how long it took though.  I hope that you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.(: Xx

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               It was amazing; the way love could change a person. Not the kind that seemed to come and go, but the kind that made you want to be more than you’d ever dreamed you’d amount to. The way it could bend a person’s will, even the most stubborn of sorts, was remarkable. Ever so slowly, a part of someone’s being would immerge which they didn’t even realize they had in them. The cowardly could be brave, the timid could be boisterous, and the selfish could be selfless. A single heart would become shared, entrusting half in another’s hands to keep for as long as they’d have them. Cliché’s that you’d made fun off all your life wouldn’t seem so ridiculous anymore once you found yourself falling victim to each and every one.  Your relationship was no exception.

               Following the night you’d shared with Yoongi, it was like everything began to change; especially your boyfriend. Normally, he wasn’t one to do the typical date things. Yoongi cherished home, claiming that there was never anything you could do outside that couldn’t be done in the confines of your apartment. Now however, it was like that part of his personality had been eradicated. There was no request you could make which he would turn down; not even protesting when you’d asked him to go to a theme park with you. He even took you places that you’d asked to visit months ago, which he had previously turned down, chalking it up to cheesy sayings about making you happy. But the thing you’d come to love most, was the way he never left at night anymore, always opting to snuggle with you rather than disappear into the darkness. A faint smile tugged at your lips as you looked at the small pictures taped to your mirror; remembering the troubled look that covered Yoongi’s face when you asked to go in the small booth. There was never a day where you felt unloved with him around and honestly, you would be hard-pressed to find a time when he wasn’t by your side nowadays. A lack of space was never a problem for you, though sometimes you wondered if it was for him. It wasn’t often, but sometimes you’d catch him staring at you. That in itself wasn’t what worried you, but the pained look in his eyes was. Mixing that with his tendency to drift in and out of attention when with you made you wonder what the pale boy was hiding now. Thinking it was you, you’d tried to create a little distance, attempting to go out on your own on several occasions. Each try would get squashed, Yoongi insistent on coming with you and you never being able to refuse.

               Slipping your arms through the sleeves of your jacket, you took one last look in the mirror before stepping into the hall. Feet padding against the wooden floor, you found Yoongi in the living room. Elbows on his knees, he stared down into his leather book, seemingly in deep concentration. You frowned at the state of the area around him; various objects were sprawled across furniture, the coffee sitting in front of him long since cooled. Sighing, you made your way towards him, jumping a little when he snapped the book shut as though he was a child who had just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Picking up the dishes on the coffee table, Yoongi caught your free arm in a tight grip.

               “Where are you going?” You didn’t miss the way uneasiness seemed to lace into his deep cords.

               Giving him a questioning look, you responded, “Just to the store.”

               Easing the cup out of your hand, he pulled you to stand in between his bony legs.  The anxiety that was radiating off him didn’t ease as he spoke, “Why don’t we just stay in today?”

               “You don’t have to go, Yoongi.” You replied, reaching out a hand to smooth down a blonde tuft of hair.

               “Please?” The feebleness in his voice startled you, used to his calm and cool demeanor. Quickly trying to compose himself, his hands crept to your hips, dipping under your shirt to rub small circles over your hip bones. This didn’t alleviate the worry beginning to build inside you, caught off guard by his denial after following your lead for so long. “It’s just— I’d really rather stay in. We go out all the time so why don’t we just stay here and watch movies or something? I’ll even let you pick…”

               His dark eyes stared up into yours hopefully as his fingers running shapes into your skin began to make you falter. Heaving a sigh, you bent to give him a small peck on the lips, brushing off his odd behaviour. “Just let me change.”

               Still confused by the whole ordeal, you made your way back to your bedroom obediently, almost turning when you thought you heard a sigh of relief resonating from the couch. Quickly switching out your outfit for a pair of leggings and your boyfriends sweater, Yoongi grinned at you upon your return. He had retrieved blankets from the linen closet and made hot chocolate, providing the perfect setting for a day in. Most of the day was spent lazing on the couch, watching whatever was on TV, though it was more background noise than anything. Talking about this and that, the afternoon was sprinkled with bouts of laughter; tender touches filling the gaps. Yoongi’s lips were like the sea, pulling you in and always welcoming. His company was never boring, whether it was conversational or along the lines of something more physical. Before you knew it, the sun had begun its decent, casting shadows into your small living room along with pangs of hunger. The first grumble came from you, making Yoongi chuckle before hoisting you into his arms while you clutched onto him like a monkey. Dinner was made up of a simple menu, mainly miscellaneous snacks found in the backs of cupboards.  After a fight about what to watch and a little aegyo on your part, you finally selected a film, settling into one another on the couch. Bodies melded together, you went from sitting to lying with an arm slung around Yoongi’s torso while your head rested on his chest. You couldn’t help but notice how comfortable it all felt. There was no trying to keep the other entertained or awkward fumbling for each other. You simply fit together like Yin and Yang, balancing one another out and creating a world of your own where everything was tranquil. The melodic rise and fall of his lungs mixed with his hand playing absentmindedly with strands of your hair while the TV droned on in the distance began to make your eyes feel droopy. Soon enough, you found yourself drifting into sleep.

               It was hours later when you awoke, Yoongi no longer tucked under you as your phone buzzed obnoxiously on the coffee table. Rubbing your eyes, you slid the device into your palm, squinting at the fluorescent screen. Seeing your roommate’s name pop up on the display, you lazily slid a finger across the phone before bringing it to your ear. “Hello?”

               “Y/N!” Her shrill voice squeaked on the other end. “Thank god you answered. I need you to come to my boyfriend’s house.”

               “What?” You groaned in annoyance. “Why?”

               “He’s really sick and I don’t know what to do.”

               Hearing the panic evident in her voice, you flung the covers back, sitting up on the couch as grogginess began to dissipate from your extremities. “What do you mean?”

               “He was okay all day but then we were cleaning up dinner and he fainted and now he’s got a fever I think. I’m not really sure but he’s sweating like crazy.”

               “You’re sure it’s not just the flu?” You replied, trying your best to avoid leaving the house.

               “Would you just come, please?” She barked, far from calming down. “You can suck face with Suga later.”

               “So rude.” You snorted, though you had already risen from your makeshift bed.

               “Please, Y/N?”

               “Relax, I’m coming. Just put a damp towel on his head for now, okay?” Fixing your sweater, you glanced at the clock hanging on the wall; 9:25 PM.

               “Thank you, Y/N! I owe you.”

               “Yeah, yeah.” You dismissed her. “I’ll see you soon.”

               Hanging up, you shuffled towards the door, calling out Yoongi’s name only to be met with silence. Deciding to shoot him a quick text instead, not knowing where he was, you slipped on a pair of shoes. Leaving the bubble you and Yoongi created, you closed the door firmly shut before setting off at a leisurely pace. Breathing in the cool air of the night, you cursed yourself for the millionth time at not being able to afford a car. The path to your destination wasn’t short, being a 45 minute walk at the least. You never liked walking in the dark; especially alone. You would have much preferred to stay in your cozy apartment, already missing the warmth of home. But nevertheless, you couldn’t very well ignore the pleas of one of your best friends.

               Listening to the sounds of the night, you stared down at your feet, avoiding cracks in the pavement by habit. Leaves rustled in the soft breeze that was kissing your cheeks as the busy streets of the city could be heard even though you were quite a distance from downtown. The trickle of a river sounded in your ears, knowing you were nearing a small bridge. Stepping onto the incline, you gazed down at the water, watching the way it glided past gracefully. Daydreaming as you walked, you paid no mind to the world around you, content to stay inside your own head for the time being; at least, until your phone began to buzz wildly in your pocket.  Furrowing your brow at its insistent vibrations, you pulled the device out to see your boyfriends name splayed across the screen.

               Suga 10:03: Where did you go?

               Suga 10:04: Seriously, you need to come back.

               Suga 10:04: Now.

               Suga 10:05: If you don’t reply I’m coming to find you.

               Suga 10:07: I’m coming. Wherever you are, just stay put and tell me where. Don’t move.

               Drawing your eyebrows together, you grew concerned with his behaviour. He was never normally like this, so why was he being so wary today? Just as you were about to type exactly that, you heard the screech of rubber on pavement.

               Flicking your eyes up, you were blinded by the headlights of a car swerving directly in your direction making panic tear through you. Momentarily stunned, you did your best to dive out of the path of the car at the last second, but it wasn’t enough. Escaping the brunt of the impact, the front bumper collided with your left leg, your flesh bending in ways which it was never meant to bend. The peaceful sounds of the river were muffled by the echoing clash of the car hitting the barrier on the bridge and the bloodcurdling scream that ripped through your vocal cords as you heard the sound of your own bones snapping under the impact of the car. However, the vehicle didn’t stop there. Being a relatively small bridge, the intricate rails were no match for the power of the car, throttling both it and yourself into the rushing water below.

               Plunged into the cool depths, your vision became obscure. Frantically, you tried to make out which way was up, disoriented as you saw the car sinking deeper into the abyss. Spotting the light of a street lamp, you made an attempt to kick only to cringe as pain rippled up from your leg. Glancing down, you saw that you didn’t have a clean break, but a mangled mess of flesh and bone. The gleam of a smooth, white surface peaked through a spot on your shin as blood poured out in various spots, tainting the water like acrylic paint. A red mist was beginning to surround you and alarms began to go off in your body. In spite of the agony, you tried to fight your way to the surface, though it was to no avail. Yoongi’s sodden sweater weighed heavily on your body, making you no match as blood loss was quickly taking hold. Hysterical, you wanted to scream for help, but who would hear from under water? Remembering Yoongi’s words of how he heard the thoughts of the dying, you called out for him in your head, lungs beginning to burn from the lack of oxygen. Desperately, you propelled your arms forward in the water, begging them to take you to the surface, but you began to grow weary. Limbs slowed as black spots began to cloud your vision, struggling to maintain consciousness. Reflexively, you gasped for air, water rushing into your lungs and pushing the life out of you. Your body jerked and you no longer had the will to fight, limbs shutting down on you. Stars twinkled in the sky as you raised your arm, wishing they could pull you out and save you from becoming a mere figment in a tangible world. But it was fleeting, as all that you’d ever known began to disappear from your grasp and you gave into the hand that was pulling your soul somewhere you weren’t prepared to go. The last moments you had were spent towards sending any comprehensible thought you had to the blonde boy who’d taken care of your entirety until now as you became consumed by the desolate pools of death, fading from one world to the next.


 

               The echoing sound of the basketball bouncing off the pavement and directly back up into Yoongi’s hand was deafening in the small park. However, the noise didn’t reach Yoongi. Though he was here living and breathing, he wasn’t fully present with his head in an incomprehensible state. Desperately, he sought an escape from the memories that never seemed to cease. Hence, the basketball court. Once upon a time, this was his sanctuary; his fortitude. Something about the way he could control the ball, move it freely at his will, was calming. If only he had that luxury in everyday life. The sun cast a warm glow, lighting up everything from the food stalls nearby to the shoes on his feet, but to him the place couldn’t be more bleak. Dribbling the ball, he felt the way the leather bumps skid across his palm as he took a shot at the hoop, watching as it went in perfectly. With all the time he spent here now, it was no surprise that it did. Every day he came to the court and every day he would try to erase her, but it was easier said than done.

               Even as he immersed himself in the water, he knew he was too late, but he didn’t dare stop. He knew there was no hope, but he just couldn’t give up. The laws of the world were harsh and he knew them like the back of his hand, but he hoped for the first time in a long time that somehow she had been the one person to break them. That he would find her and she’d tell him it was okay, that he didn’t kill her. But that was a mere dream.

               When he finally got her out of the water, he knew that she was no exception to the rule. No matter what he tried, and god did he try; she would never be living again. He felt feeble. He’d known and yet he couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t even halt life for her. Smoothing down the tendrils of her wet hair, he placed a kiss on the fore head of her dead body. Fixing her clothes, he laid her down softly in the grass by the flowing river, whishing past them without ceasing for even a moment. Glancing around, he looked for her; the piece of that that was left at least. Late in finding her, she’d long since left here, but he knew she wouldn’t be too far and that now, it was only a count down until the real ending came.

               Brushing a hand through his hair, Yoongi shook his head, trying to rid himself of thoughts of her. Lazily, he shot the ball, watching as it swirled around the hoop before going in. Trudging to retrieve it, he looked up into the sky.

               Purples and soft hues of blue splashed along the horizon as Yoongi reached the top of the stairs. He needn’t search for her figure for long, as he found her right where he thought she would. Sitting atop the concrete rail of the roof of her apartment building, she’d always been affixed to this place, often commenting on how soothing it was. He paused, watching as her hair swept along her back, caught by the wind, while he recalled her sopping wet counterpart that he’d left behind for someone else to find while he searched for what really mattered; her soul. She looked serene for someone who’d just met death, gazing over the city which had begun to wake while she never would. Guilt made Yoongi’s body feel heavy as he took the first step toward her, only to be caught off guard by her voice.

               “You knew, didn’t you?” The sound was delicate, as though she was scared to break him, though he knew he was already broken beyond repair.

               She didn’t look at him as he came up to her side, leaning on the concrete rail. Looking over the buildings and specks of people, he wondered if she saw it like he did now; barren and desolate. “I did.”

               “Ah, so that’s why you were acting so strange.” For a moment, he thought she was going to get angry with him, but she merely smiled, letting out a weak laugh. “I knew it was you that would come. I don’t think I’d be able to do this with anyone else.”

               His heart softened at her words, though he couldn’t return her sentiments when he knew that she shouldn’t have even had to do this at all. Part of him had expected, perhaps even wanted, her to hold malice toward him and when she didn’t, he grew even angrier with himself. In his mind, the fault was his own. His hands curled in upon themselves, while he cursed himself for never telling her or giving her the time to prepare herself for what was to come; for being a coward. He was the reason she still lingered here, burdened with the task of getting through everything that she could have already made peace with before leaving him for good. If he had only had the courage to tell her, she would have already moved onto a place he could only dream of. But he didn’t. Seemingly sensing his self-destruction, she placed her hand over his.

               “I don’t blame you, Yoongi.” She whispered the words he needed most to hear, as he thought bitterly about how she shouldn’t be the one comforting him at a time like this. Hanging his head, he dared not let her see the twisted expression of grief on his face as her touch made him come undone. Her fingertips, now lacking the warmth of the living and holding the same cool temperature as his own, flittered over his skin to rest at the base of his neck. “I know why you did it and honestly, I would’ve done the same if it meant more time with you. I couldn’t of said goodbye to you either.”

               Remembering the way she’d held him that day, he still felt the same disgust which never seemed to fade. Despite all of her reassurances, Yoongi could never forgive himself for being so weak. He knew she never blamed him, but he blamed himself. Dribbling the ball, his hands grew more forceful, the sounds of the basketball hitting the ground growing sharper. Whatever pain she had after her death, was also placed on Yoongi, except it was weaved heavily with remorse. His selfishness was the root of her suffering and for that; he’d never be able to atone for.

               “M-mom.” Her voice cracked as they watched the woman placing food down on a table for people who had gathered at the house for a holiday. Y/N fumbled over herself, the shock of seeing her mom making her forget about the logistics of their world. Reaching out, her hand slipped through her mother’s body, never able to actually touch her.

               This was the part Yoongi always tended to hate. It’s hard to remember that the world doesn’t stop moving once a person dies because by all means, it does stop for them. Once loved ones begin to resume their lives, it’s like watching them get erased from the world altogether as people start to be able to prosper without them. It didn’t matter how strong of a person they were or how their relationship was with that person at the time of their death; it always hurt to see that you weren’t needed anymore.

               Y/N was no exception. She’d done amazingly well when it came to her friends, but seeing her family hit much closer to home. Yoongi observed on as Y/N followed her family around the room, watching them talk with guests until it all began to become too much for her. Finally she began to break as her father couldn’t even see his child grasping for his side.

               “Dad,” she cried, tears spilling down her cheeks as her father drank and laughed jovially, unable to see his own flesh and blood begging for attention. “Dad, please.”

               Unable to stand to the side idly any longer, Yoongi came to her. Kneeling, he smoothed a hand along her back, waiting until she’d begun to sob into his chest to take her elsewhere. Within a fraction of a second, he’d taken them to the cliff of a mountain where the sea beat against the base of rocks at the bottom. The sounds of laughter and mindless chatter disappeared into the sounds of the sea, only interrupted by the grief that wracked through her whole body, making her shake in Yoongi’s arms. Here, he let her crumble into him, once again reminding him just how cataclysmic the repercussions of life could be.

               Bouncing the ball back and forth, the park began to grow quiet, nearing the end of the day. The sun still hadn’t fully decent; emitting enough light that Yoongi could make out the area around him without aid but dark enough that vendors had begun to turn on their neon lights. He looked on as people said their goodbyes, others only meeting now. He felt a misplaced sense of pity for them; none of them knew that it wouldn’t last. Their world would topple in on itself just as everyone else’s did; whether by a traumatic event or by the hand of death, nothing would last. As Yoongi had come to realize, every hello was only made to create a goodbye.

               There was a reason that Yoongi was named Suga, one that he didn’t elaborate on. There was no need to, as it was evident in his actions. Yoongi treated Y/N just like how he carried out his work with everyone else, mainly because he didn’t know how to do so any differently. Many reapers took different strategies at escorting people on, and his was one of care. His tactics were simple, effective in their own way; he simply did what they wanted to do. Usually it was dangerous to take the dead to their families or let them do the things they didn’t get to in life, but Yoongi couldn’t say no. He took care of those tasked to him, never pushing the soul into anything and letting them take their time to move on, hence the sweet name. He was a comforting guide, only forceful when he absolutely had to be.

               This case was no exception, besides his own emotional investment. Whatever she asked, he would do it. By now she had seen many different places of the world, spanning from the Eiffel Tower to the Great Wall of China. Following the meeting with her parents, it was like nothing hurt her anymore. She wore a smile everywhere she went, acting as though this was all just a new adventure for her, which in a way it was. She was determined to do anything she wasn’t able to do before and Yoongi wondered distantly if they could keep on like that forever. If maybe he could make her like him and they could go on as they had for as long as the earth turned. Though it was his job to make her happy or content, he found that she was the one doing it for him. Now more than ever, he felt so close to her that he could barely contain it and she seemed to too. Their days were never boring, going here there and everywhere until she asked to go to one place that made him freeze up like a statue. Though his soul begged him to deny her of her request, he agreed because he’s Suga.

               As soon as the grey headstone appeared in front of them, a scowl was plastered on his face. Silently, he stood by as she went up to the grave, running her fingers over the letters of her own name .It seemed like hours until she finally stood up, swivelling to face him. It was then that he saw the tears, fresh on her face as they rolled down her plump cheeks. Slowly, her outline began to fade, the edges of her body becoming smeared and Yoongi knew. Dread filled him from top to bottom, knowing that with the sorry look on her face, the time he had feared most had come.

               “Yoongi…” her voice was like wind chimes, ringing in his ears as he shuffled toward her, taking a fading hand in his. “I-I think it’s time.”

               “Can’t you stay? We’ll make it work somehow…” Yoongi trailed off, knowing that the words slipping past his lips were impossible.

               A sad smile adorned her face when she spoke again, “we both know I can’t.”

               Nodding solemnly, Yoongi wanted to kick and scream. To create a fuss like a child and steal her away for himself, but he knew he couldn’t. Though he knew it would come to an end eventually, it still hurt. She had renewed hope in his life and now he had to watch it dissipate in front of his eyes, doomed to be left behind. Remaining silent, Yoongi bent to give her a kiss on the lips, knowing that there was nothing left to say; she couldn’t stay and he couldn’t say goodbye.

               Locking lips, he poured himself into her; throwing all his wishes, hopes, and dreams into the kiss and praying for her to keep them safe because he wasn’t sure he could anymore. Winding his arm around her waist, the other came up to cradle her head, crushing her to him just so that he knew she was still with him. Desperately, his hands slid over the valleys over her body, attempting to remember exactly how she felt in his arms in that moment. The way her ribcage pressed into his own, the way she tasted while intoxicating him with her lips, the way little exhales would leave her mouth when his hands ran over certain parts of her body; he wanted to remember it all. Sliding his tongue into her mouth, she gave him just as much passion back even through the tears that slipped past her eyelids. Fisting her hand in the fabric of his shirt, she clung to him until he felt the grip on him beginning to go slack. As he held her, he felt the curves of her body becoming softer, like holding water as it spilling through the cracks of his hands. Pulling away, he softly kissed the tracks of tears on her cheeks. Letting go, he stepped back, admiring every part of her for what he knew was the last time. He took in everything from the way her hair slipped over her shoulder to the way her lips looked swollen and red from his touch; blinking as though taking photographs of each individual part so that he could never forget how she looked in this moment— beautiful.

               “I love you.” His voice cracked as he spoke, but he didn’t care.

               It didn’t take long for her to realize that this was his goodbye, her eyes letting more tears fall as she replied with a choked, “I love you too, Yoongi.”

               As the core of her body began to fade, she stepped toward him. Cupping his cheek, her touch felt feather light at this point, on the brink of disappearing into billions of particles. Leaning into her caress he felt what was left of him cracking, fracturing into pieces when she leaned up and whispered into his ear, “Promise me you’ll let go too.”

               Before he could open his mouth to reply, she faded completely, leaving nothing behind but her soul. Gleaming white, the ball of light hovered before him before sinking into the ground. Nothing obstructed Yoongi’s view of her gravestone any longer, the only thing left of her that he could cherish now. Lowering his body to the grass, he wondered when she figured it out; that he was just like those demons he’d told her of, merely a different type. Her words were simple and easy, but much harder in practice. Crushing his palms into his eyes, he choked on his emotion, feeling completely and utterly alone. Just like everyone else, she went to the one place where Yoongi couldn’t follow no matter how much he sought after it.

               The heart is a stubborn mechanism, and despite how much you may try to sway it, it forges a path of its own. For Yoongi, that path was Y/N and now that she was gone, his heart reached an impasse. Each face that passed him, was Y/N. Each time he swished the ball he heard the soft exhale of pleasure she use to make when he touched her. When the ball hit the backboard, he heard her laugh. Each time it smacked at the pavement, a new fragment of her would reappear before his eyes. Slam. Her eye-crinkling smile, shining brightly just for him. Slam. Her hair flowing in the breeze as they sat close enough on the Ferris wheel that he could feel her breathing against him. Slam. Her skin cold and dripping with beads of moisture as he desperately tried to pump the life back into her…

               Finally, it was all too much for Yoongi. Turmoil began to boil over and the threads of his heart snapped, throwing the basketball at the backboard with all the strength he had. When it collided with the glass, a sound like a bullet being fired rang clear through the park. Quickly following was an enraged scream muddled with anguish, making any manufactured light in his vicinity surge while some burst from the raw power. Sinking to a crouch, Yoongi didn’t care that the backboard was now shattered in the place where he’d thrown the ball. He couldn’t even bring himself to hide himself from the petrified beady eyes of those that had witnessed his outburst.

               For a while, he blamed himself for her death, thinking that if he just hadn’t take that one call, that she’d still be in his arms. That he should’ve known better, even if the counter beside her name had been at zero for hours. For years, Yoongi had known that fate was written out for you. There were twists and turns, but the end would always remain the same and he was a fool to believe a mere reaper such as him could change the way the page turned.

               Pushing his hands into his hair, he pulled at the strands in frustration. He couldn’t do it anymore; he couldn’t carry on watching people die day after day. After having witnessed friends, family, lovers all pass him by as the continued their journey, he ached to do the same. The wounds on his body were not what ailed him; it was his soul, tired and begging to finally be at rest. Before he’d met her, Yoongi had become to be content with what seemed to be his inevitable path, knowing that he would remain here for eternity to cart people to where the afterlife truly began. But Y/N changed that. He wanted to fulfill the promise she asked him to keep, he wanted to meet her on the shores of whatever it was that he showed everyone but himself to. For the first time in a long time, Yoongi didn’t want to run anymore, reaching the end of his marathon. From the beginning he’d ran; ran from life, ran from death, ran from love. After all that time running, he didn’t know how to stop.

               Untangling his hands from his hair, he became startled when he saw bone where flesh should be.  Hoseoks words echoed in his head, ‘it won’t be long until you start showing signs…’ He’d heard stories of what happened when reapers neglected their purpose, but now he knew the stories were true. Since Y/N passed, he couldn’t bring himself to do his job anymore, unwilling to say goodbye to even one more person. Twittering his fingers in the dim light, he knew the danger of what he was doing, but he didn’t care. They said that reapers could move on, but not to the same place as other souls because theirs would be too tainted to exist among them. The pain was also notable, as the process of leaving not as simple as before because after taking up the scythe, your soul was meant to stay on the plain between the living and the dead. However, as Yoongi stared at the knuckles of his skeletal hands, he realized simply didn’t give a shit. Though it would cause him agony and he may not even end up where all of his loved ones had gone, he didn’t want to stay. From here on out he’d create a new path for himself; on.


 

               Folktales and lore were all that were ever passed between reapers, as none could truly see what lay beyond. Living blindly was a helpful part of their job, able to continue to believe that where they were was the best place they could be after giving up their chance to leave. People who became reapers were those who couldn’t leave; those who loved life too much to part with it just as other demons shared the same sentiments. However, reapers were people who held sway, ranging from those with the art of persuasion to those with seduction. In the end, they all feared the same thing they were tasked to cradle; death. Most often, reapers would stay for as long as they could, very few ever willing to go through the gruelling process of passing through to another realm. It wasn’t unheard of though, a handful of names belonged to that category; including a certain blonde haired reaper.

               Others watched as they withered away, hardly able to move when they became more and more like a skeleton with each passing day. No one really knew what happened at the end of the process, some saying they just become bones, while others said they crumble to dust and no one would come to know as it was taboo to associate with them. Others would call them insane and whisper about how they wouldn’t even be able to reach where they wanted because all reapers were doomed to go to an afterlife of punishment for betraying nature. However, it was these people that would never discover the truth and live on with a blindfold drawn over their eyes.

               The road to a reapers end was long and piercing, but it didn’t change the outcome of anything these few reapers would come to know. When the world faded and their limbs turned to ash, a brilliant light would be there to greet them. The suffering of their second life would be lead out of the darkness by their third. All wounds washed away by the waters of rebirth, they’d know their torment was not for nothing, but for an entirely new world where there was no more pain to taint the heart. All of their sins and hesitance forgiven, they’d be welcomed with open arms to the end of all things, the faces of all those they’d helped to reach this place there to thank them for remaining resilient for so long. For some the end this was the earth itself, for others it was loved ones. For a certain blonde boy, it was the arms of the one he treasured above all, holding him for all eternity as she cradled his heart like he’d cradled hers, becoming one once again.

Mall Rats (Part 5)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve

Word Count: 536

Requested by: Anon 

A/N - Have a store you want the boys to visit let me know.  Also if you want to be tagged or removed from tags please let me know!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4


You leave Victoria’s Secret still laughing at Steve and Bucky, when you noticed the gold and white of the William Sonoma store.  The store wasn’t your favorite, however you figured the two super soldiers may enjoy something a little low key after VS.

“Guys wanna have a look in there?” You ask pointing towards the store.  

“I don’t know Y/n it looks fancy.” Steve says looking at the store wearily.  Bucky stayed silent still contemplating everything he saw in Victoria Secret.

You scoff at Steve and Bucky and make your way into the store.  You begin walking around the tightly packed store with ease, making your way to grab a sample that they were advertising.  Steve and Bucky weren’t having such an easy time.  They were amazed by all the crazy gadgets and product was piled everywhere.   The bulky men could barely move without almost accidently knocking something over.

You lead the boys around the store pointing different things out till you found the one thing you had been dreaming and wishing about for years.   An espresso machine.  This just wasn’t any espresso machine, this machine could do it all.  It could steam milk, ground the beans, it was beautiful and silver and shiny.   You wanted it and you wanted it bad.  You would never have to go to Starbucks again.

“What the hell is that?” Steve asks breaking you from your daydreams of espresso.

“Its an espresso machine.  It is perfect and I want it.”  You say with stars in your eyes.   Steve couldn’t help but chuckle at you.  

“$2500 BUCKS?!” He exclaimed looking at the tag. “Are you crazy?!”

Shocked by the amount Bucky pushes you aside and inspects the machine. “This looks like something Hydra used to torture me.”  

“That’s not funny Bucky. I didn’t say I was going to buy it, I just want it.”  You roll your eyes, grabbing the soldiers hands and pulling them away from your precious machine.   

You all went your separate ways after that to look at different items around the store.  You were inspecting an apple peeler-corer-slicer when you heard Bucky exclaim from across the store “Are they fuckin’ serious?!”

You quickly ran over to him, shushing him slightly, “Buck you can’t say things like that out loud.  What’s the problem?”

Steve had met you both and was looking curiously at the wooden spoon held in Bucky’s human hand.

“Doll this wooden spoon is $20.  I could have bought you a fur coat for $30 back in ‘44”  Bucky said looking back at Steve.   Steve was nodding his head in agreement, eyes wide.

“Y/N a wooden spoon was like five cents.” He scoffs taking the spoon from Bucky and putting it back.

“Come on Y/n, we are leaving.”  He says grabbing your hand and pulling you gently to the exit.

“But I was gonna get my espresso machine.” You pout trying to stop Steve from pulling you away.  

Bucky grabbed your other hand making it impossible for you to turn around and run back in the store.   

“Come on guys this is 2016, prices have changed.”  You whine allowing them to pull you along and into the hallway of the mall.


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Part 2 of 28 with calum, i need that the 1st one was so good i need to know how it ends 😊

(Thank you angel! Here’s the highly anticipated second part(: hope all of you like it😘)

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It’s been a few weeks since you walked out on Calum, walked out on what you thought was forever.

But clearly he didn’t.

Needless to say he’s been trying to contact you ever since but you weren’t having it. The void he left in your heart with the venom he spat at you was something that you wouldn’t ever forget.

They say love is pleasure. They say love is pain. Now you finally lived what they were talking about.

You knew Calum was on tour so you didn’t have to worry about running into him anywhere which luckily for you meant you could go to your local grocery store with ease.

As you were making your way down the pasta isle, you bumped into someone while looking for your food.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” You turned around and there standing in all his shine and glory, was your boyfriend, sorry ex boyfriend right?

“What the fuck.” You muttered, staring at the boy who crushed your world with just a sentence.

He looked good. His hair grew a little, curls surrounding his forehead that you once used to love running your fingers through. He looked like he gained some muscle too. The signature black skinny jeans and white shirt with his snapback made him look like your typical fuckboy.

But you knew better than that.

“Y/N.” He whispered, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you baby.” He leaned forward attempting to touch you but you backed away.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” You pushed your way past him trying not to cause a scene but he grabbed your wrist.

“Calum stop.” You turned around, finally making eye contact with him since the encounter.

“It’s 11pm Y/N. No one’s here so don’t say you don’t want to cause a scene.” He spoke looking at you.

You sighed shaking him off you and putting your arms across your chest. He wasn’t going to leave that easily.

“2 minutes. Go.”

Calum let out a breath. He should have known you would be this stubborn.

“Okay listen. First of all what I said the last time we spoke was taken wrong. You’re not tying me down. You could never tie me down doll. I meant that when I went on tour it would be tying me down and I wouldn’t be able to give you the proper love and care that you deserve.” He ran a hand through his curls.

“1 minute.” You mumbled, trying to keep your tough exterior going but internally knowing you would crack any time now.

“Secondly, I only said the things I said because you deserve better. Fuck, you deserve so much more than what I’m giving you Y/N. You’re fucking perfect for me and I realized that I can’t do all this without you if you’re not by my side.” He whispered, voice thick with emotion and eyes on the verge of tears.

You wiped your eyes at his speech, softly sniffling. Fuck why is he like this.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you baby girl but I need you back. I’m in love with you. And I’m not going to stop anytime soon.” He finally closed the distance between the two of you and wrapped his arms around your waist, forehead touching yours.

You brought your arms up to rest on his chest. “You hurt me so bad Cal. I thought I lost the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You croaked out, feeling the lump in your throat.

“I promise you that this is forever babe.” He leaned down, slowly connecting your lips with his like two missing puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together after a long time wait.

“I love you.” You whispered, pulling away but knocking over the pastas in the process.

Way to ruin the moment Y/N.

But all you heard was Calum’s laugh and all you saw was his smile, the thing you fell for when you first met.

“Isn’t this the pasta I always make?” He questioned picking up the items that fell.

“Yeah…” You rolled off looking away from him.

“Missed me that much huh?” He grinned bringing you closer to him as if you would disappear.

“Just wanted to make it better than your shitty cooking.” You replied back.

“Fuck you.” He laughed picking you up and carrying you away.

You finally had your forever.

Felicia grinned as she slipped into the jewelry shop though a window she’d broken, she walked through the store with ease. She’d cased this place months ago, when she bought a pair of pearl earrings. Now she was back for something a little bit bigger. Felicia strolled through the aisles stopping to gaze at a large diamond necklace. Using a claw she filed through the glass case and plucked the necklace from the padding it rested upon. Admiring it in the darkness until she heard a noise from behind her, turning Felicia flashed a pretty smile and waved, “Help me put it on?”

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Cardamom French Macarons with Pistachio Buttercream

I’ve always had an interest in making these adorable and very tasty cookies but I’ve been so intimidated by the process that I never wanted to try. I was nervous about failing. They’re quite the finicky cookie. I’ll let you in a secret though, they’re not that difficult and everyone will think you’re the best baker around.

I took a class at a kitchen store to ease me into making these. It hadn’t really occurred to me to take a class but for my birthday this year, my boyfriend gave me a gift card and said to use it for classes for the 2 of us. But once I saw the macaron class, I apologized to him immediately because there was no way I was going to miss this opportunity.

We made three different flavors in the class. I’m going to share the recipe for the one that I made.

In bullet points, these are the simplified steps:

  • First, sift your dry ingredients
  • Next, whisk your egg whites, cream of tartar and sugar until you get stiff peaks
  • Then, slowly add the meringue to the dry ingredients.
  • Carefully, fold all meringue and dry ingredients until you have a shiny mix that has a thick, consistent flow off the spoon sort of like lava. (not too runny)
  • Pipe the batter into 1 1/3 inch circles. Drop pan a few times to get air bubbles out.
  • Let trays sit until you get a film over the batter
  • Bake.

It doesn’t sound so difficult or intimidating when it’s in bullet points, is it?

These are sitting until the filmy layer forms

You should be able to lightly touch batter and it should feel tacky and have a slight spring but the batter should not stick to your finger.

These are the espresso macarons. I wanted to show you what it looks like when they crack. This can happen if you under mix the batter.

What you’ll need:

+ 7 oz powdered sugar
+ 1 teaspoon ground cardamom seeds
+ 4 oz almond meal or flour
+ 4 (5 ounces) egg whites, at room temperature
+ pinch of cream of tarter (no more than 1/8 teaspoon)
+ 3.5 oz granulated sugar
+ 1 batch of pistachio buttercream

What you do:

Preheat oven to 325°F and place rack in center. Line baking sheets with parchment paper OR silpat mats.

Sift powdered sugar, cardamom and almond flour into a bowl. (this is really important)

To make the meringue, whisk egg whites on medium speed to a foamy, soft peak stage. Add cream of tarter until soft peaks form. Add granulated sugar and continue to whisk until stiff peaks form. (this is to be done well in a stand mixer)

Add about a third of the meringue to the dry ingredients and fold until combined. Continue adding the meringue and folding gently until the mixture is shiny. Check the consistency by raising the spatula and having a slow, steady drip from the spatula.

Transfer the batter to a pastry bag that is fitted with a small round tip (#8 or #10, the smaller the tip the easier it is to control the batter). Pipe 1 1/3" rounds on the lined baking sheets (at least ½" apart). Firmly tap the bottom of each baking sheet on the work surface to release trapped air. Let stand at room temperature for 15-30 minutes (this time varies on temperature, humidity, air flow, etc) so check to see if a slight crust/film has formed. The macaron should not stick to your finger when lightly touched.

Bake one sheet at a time (if your oven has a hot spot, you’ll want to rotate your pan part way through bake time) until macarons are crisp and firm, about 12-15 minutes. You may need to lower the temperature to 300°F if macarons are still soft. (oven may be too hot if the tops of the macarons look crinkled)

Let macarons cool on baking sheets for 2 to 3 minutes. Make sure they are completely cool before filling. They should pop right off the sheet.

Pistachio Buttercream

What you’ll need

+ 2 large egg whites
+ ½ cup granulated sugar
+ 6 ox unsalted butter, softened, cut into 2-inch pieces+ ½ teaspoon vanilla extract (or vanilla bean paste)
+ 4 tablespoons pistachios, very finely chopped

What you do:

Lightly whisk egg whites and sugar together over simmering water until the sugar dissolves and the mixture is too hot to touch (or candy thermometer reads 140°F)

Pour the hot mixture into the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with a whisk attachment. Whip on low speed, gradually increasing to high speed until egg whites double in volume. The meringue should have stiff, glossy peaks. (about 10 minutes)

On low speed, add butter (one piece at a time) until mixture is smooth in appearance. Whisk in vanilla and 2 tablespoons of the pistachio nuts.

Assemble macaroons with 1 tablespoon (or less) of the buttercream between 2. Roll the filled cookies in the remaining 2 tablespoons of pistachio nuts to finish.

‘I’m the employee and this is the first time ever I’ve met you but you buy me a necklace saying the gem compliments my eyes’ AU  (X)

Castiel immediately noticed the man when he walked through the door of the jewellery shop where he worked. Green eyes, cute freckles all over his cheeks and nose, and a body to die for, he was easily one of the most attractive men Castiel had ever seen in his life.

He was wearing faded jeans, and a shirt that looked like it had seen better days under a leather jacket. His hair was slightly ruffled and there was a small smudge of grease on the side of his neck.

Castiel heard April scoff beside him, presumably because of the young man’s appearance, and he had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes. There was a reason why she was his least favorite coworker.

“I’m not serving him,” she hissed into his ear. “He probably doesn’t even have enough money to pay for this stuff.”

Castiel ignored her, following the young man with his eyes, instead. He had walked to the nearest display cabinet to the door, a small frown creasing his brow. Just because he didn’t look like the typical client of their jewellery store, it didn’t mean he didn’t have a right to shop there, if he so wished.

“I will serve him,” Castiel simply said, once again ignoring April when she snorted. He really didn’t want to pick a fight.

“Make sure he doesn’t steal anything. You can never be too careful,” she said, and this time, Castiel did roll his eyes.

Luckily, the young man seem too engrossed in what he was doing to pay attention to anything else, and had likely not even heard April’s words.

“Hello, sir,” Castiel greeted him, and he could swear he saw the young man jump a little before he looked up. “Can I help you with anything?”

The man looked a little awkward, a little lost, as if he didn’t really feel particularly at ease in the store.

“Um, yes please…” he said, and his eyes flicked to Castiel’s name tag for a moment. “…Castiel. Hang on - dude!”

Castiel mentally prepared for yet another customer commenting on his weird name, and a ten-minute inquiry about where it came from, how he got stuck with it and why. But that never came.

“You got an angel name? That’s awesome.”

Castiel looked at the other man, his eyes growing wide.

“Yes. I… yes,” he stammered, completely taken aback. “You’re the first person I’ve ever met who knows it. How…?”

“Huh… long story?” the man said, looking a little sheepish as he smiled at Castiel. “Um, my mom loves angels. I kind of - I’m in college. I’m majorying in English, and I kind of… I’m also in an Angelology course ‘cause I’m kind of planning to write a book on angels? Um, yeah.” He chuckled a little, then, shrugging at Castiel’s stunned look. “I know I don’t look like someone who’d study angelology, but I just stopped working - I’m a mechanic, and…”

“Please, no,” Castiel said, holding a hand up. “I don’t assume things about people from their clothes, or appearance. I was just… very impressed.”

“Oh,” the man said, a small, surprised smile on his lips. It was clear that he was used to people assuming he couldn’t be educated or smart. Castiel sort of hated people in that moment. “Well, huh… Castiel is a cool name, anyway. Way more unique than Dean anyway! Though a bit of a mouthful. You mind if I call you Cas?”

“Certainly not, Dean,” Castiel said, smiling at Dean and thinking that he really loved the way that nickname sounded, coming from Dean’s lips. “Well.. anyway. I assume you came here to look at some jewellery?”

“Huh? Oh. Oh, yeah. Um…” Dean cleared his throat, seemingly only remembering in that moment where he was, and why. “Yeah. It’s my mom’s birthday, you see. And she loves this store, and I thought maybe… I could buy something for her?”

Castiel smiled again.

“That sounds very sweet, Dean,” he said. “I’m sure we’ll find something for her.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, hesitating before he added, “I can’t spend… too much. Like, um… I saved up for this, of course, but…”

“I understand,” Castiel assured him. “What you were looking at are some very nice jewels, but… not terribly cheap, I’m afraid. But the good news is, there’s a new, cheaper line that especially caters to those who can’t exactly afford to buy a three thousand dollar necklace. If you would like to follow me…”

Castiel guided Dean towards another display cabinet, and saw him visibly relax as he looked at the prices there.

“Did you have anything in particular in mind?”

“I was thinking earrings,” Dean said, his eyes scanning what was available. “My mom only ever wears one necklace and her engagement and wedding rings. And no bracelets. But… she likes earrings. Likes to wear different ones every day, coordinate them with her outfit and all.”

“Earrings sound perfect for her,” Castiel simply said. “Does she have a favorite color?”

“Green,” Dean immediately said. “And she has green studs, and fake pearls that are also green, but… I was thinking that I could maybe get her pendants? Not too big or anything, she wouldn’t like that. Oh. And no gold? She prefers silver.”

“I believe I have something that she’d like,” Castiel said, sincerely impressed with Dean. It was obvious that he was a very loving and caring son, and from what Castiel had seen so far, he would say that it translated into other aspects of his life. He opened the cabinet and pulled out a pair of earrings, two delicate silver chains, each with a small green drop at the bottom. “What do you think?”

“They’re perfect,” Dean whispered, slowly reaching out to turn the price tag, almost afraid, before he let out a small laugh. “Oh yeah! Absolutely fuck- oh! Um…”

Castiel chuckled.

“Don’t worry Dean. I promise you can swear in front of me, and I won’t faint from the shock.”

“Well, in that case, those earrings are really fucking perfect - hell yeah!” Dean said, laughing, clearly happy to have found something suitable, at a reasonable price.

“I’m glad to hear it!” Castiel said, sounding amused. “Should I check you out then?”

“Wait - um…” Dean looked a little awkward again, and nodded towards the cabinet immediately to the left of the one with the earrings he had picked for his mother.

Castiel blinked a little, looking at it and frowning.

“Did you want to take a look at that cabinet, too?” he asked, a little confused. “That’s a quite cheap line, too, but it’s mostly rough stones and crystals, and from what you told me, it seemed like you wanted to go for something different. All the earrings are either studs or rather big. But if you…”

“Oh? Oh, no, sorry, yeah. Not for my mom,” Dean said, shaking his head. “It’s for someone else. I thought I might as well take a look, since thanks to you I’m also spending less than I planned for those earrings.”

“Oh,” Castiel said, and felt a little wave of disappointment wash through him. It was silly, really. He didn’t even know if Dean was looking for something for a girlfriend or not - after all, it could be for a sister, a cousin… even for a brother! And besides, Dean was only a customer, and Castiel knew he would do well to remember it. “Of course, Dean, take a look at it. This line is quite beautiful, if you ask me. Some of the crystals are truly stunning. Was there one in particular that caught your eye?”

“The blue one,” Dean said, pointing towards it. “I know it’ll sound stupid, but… it kinda looks like how I pictured the grace of an angel. Don’t laugh.”

“I would never,” Castiel said sincerely. “It’s not stupid, it’s… very poetic.”

Dean smiled, and Castiel could swear he had seen him blush a little.

“Any chance I could get that along with the earrings?”

“Of course,” Castiel said, taking the necklace and escorting Dean to the counter. April seemed to have disappeared in the back room, and Castiel couldn’t say they were going to miss her terribly. She’d only make everyone feel uncomfortable with her snide looks and comments anyway.

“Will you need me to gift wrap both of these?” Castiel asked as Dean slid his card into the machine and punched in the right code.

“Nah, man. Just my mom’s if you don’t mind,” Dean said, and Castiel nodded, making sure of using green wrapping. Dean definitely noticed, and appreciated it, if the look in his eyes was anything to go by.

“Well,” Castiel said as he put both the wrapped present and the unwrapped necklace in a small bag. “Thank you for shopping here, and…”

“This is for you,” Dean blurted out, turning red as a tomato as he handed the necklace to Castiel, whose eyes went wide as saucers.

“…I beg your p-”

“I immediately noticed it because it’s the same color as your eyes, and I dunno, I guess I just thought, I just thought it’d compliment your eyes. Sorry. It’s stupid, but this would look so stunning on you, with your eyes, and I just - you’ve been so helpful and…” he stuttered, clearly embarrassed, looking everywhere but at Castiel. “Please, just take it.”

Castiel, who at this point was as red as Dean was, small a very tiny, happy smile, his eyes bright as he looked at him. “…thank you, Dean,” he murmured, brushing his fingers against Dean’s as he took the necklace from his hands, immediately putting it on.

Dean looked up and smiled, small and a little sheepish, then let his smile turn into a full-on grin as he looked at Castiel with his necklace on.

“Knew it’d compliment your eyes,” he said, and seemed far too pleased with himself when Castiel turned red again.

“Do I at least get to buy you coffee to say thank you for your generosity?” Castiel asked, and Dean looked at him with a knowing smirk.

“To say thank you, huh?” he repeated, nodding to himself. “What time do you get off?”

“Huh…” Castiel looked down at his watch. “About half an hour or so?”

“Meet me in front of the coffee shop just down the street? I’ll go buy a couple other things for my mom’s birthday party in the meantime.”

“That works for me, yes.”

Dean, however, didn’t move for a few seconds, looking as if he was about to say something more. Castiel was about to ask him if everything was okay, when suddenly, warm lips were on his, and a chaste kiss was being pressed to his mouth before Dean pulled back with a satisfied grin.

“I’ll see you later, Cas,” he said, winking at him before he walked out.

That, Castiel decided, would only be the first or many, many kisses.