i love the way it looks when all the candles are glowing

Witch Tips for City Witches

City Witch Tips for all of my fellow witches stuck in apartments, dorms or other city areas.

  • If you can’t burn incense you can make your own sprayable incense by mixing alcohol (usually vodka or rubbing) with essential oils and a bit of oil, spray in the air to act like incense
  • If you are unable to go outside for whatever reason to get rain water (in my case just no where to collect it safely), fill a jar or glass with regular water and keep it near a cracked window to charge it with the wind, sound and scent of the rain outside. Same goes for storm water
  • Trapped in city and unable to get ocean water? Sea salt mixed with rain/storm water can be an excellent substitute
  • To continue on with water substitutes, if you can’t collect snow crushed ice from your fridge will suffice
  • Low key warding/protection you can use: spray moon water, salt water or sprayable incense about your apartment or dorm, place sigils under doormats, furniture, inside cupboards, etc; place crystals about hidden or out in the open, sweep and dust out the door or towards windows
  • If you need melted wax to seal a jar or for any other magical purpose, but can’t burn candles, by a wax melter and melt that wax and imagine the light from the burner acting like a flame (plus they are rather cheap, I got mine for 25 bucks)
  • Need stars in your craft but too much light pollution? Glow in the dark stars on your ceiling or wall can work just as well for visualization. Print out pictures of your favorite constellations or planets and place them up on your walls or on your altar. Live video feed of the night sky can also be easily found on the internet
  • Bath magic is amazing for low-key ‘in the woods’ witches. Use teas, milk, oils, herbs, bath bombs, bubble baths, salts, etc that relate to your intent. It is also a good place to meditate if you have roommates or family around that would disturb you otherwise
  • If you do for whatever reason need to burn a candle, birthday candles are small, melt fast, and don’t create a lot of smoke or smokey scent
  • Sigils are another great low-key form of magic. To boost them up, use color magic related to the color you draw them in, write them using quills made of feathers related to your intent, use colored paper, rub a drop of essential oil on them, charge them with crystals or in your windowsill
  • You don’t have to burn sigils to activate them, which is hardly an option when you are in a dorm or apartment. Other options are: Shredding them, erasing them, soaking them in a bath or shower, using body heat or your own pulse, etc
  • Miss having the outdoors and plants around? Windowsill gardens can really help. Small plants you can consider keeping in your windowsill or counter-tops: succulents, cacti, bamboo, lemongrass, basic, rosemary, mint, rosemary, mosses, aloe, snake plant, pothos (and other vines), carrots, beets, shallots, lettuce, spinach, garlic, chives, parsley, oregano, thyme, and marigold
  • Open your window to let the wind and air from outside to help energize you and clear out negative energies inside
  • Fun places to put sigils: under furniture, carved into soap, onto shampoo/conditioner bottles, on your make up, inside phone cases, in shoes, under bandages, sewn into pillow cases and blankets, behind pictures in frames, underside of nail polish, carved into wax squares for your wax melter, keys and keychains, behind mirrors or in medicine cabinets, on bookmarks, on or in binders and pencil cases, on medicine bottles, and water bottles/travel mugs
  • Easy to make and dispose of poppets: carrot sticks (one of my personal favorites), apples or other fruit, clothe, paper, popsicle sticks, paper towels/napkins, toilet paper rolls, eggs, celery stocks, and cotton balls
  • The internet is an amazing thing. Need some sounds to help you focus or meditate? Easily look up the sounds of rain, storms, wind, ocean waves, jungles, forests, etc
  • Christmas lights are fun and great way to use discrete witchcraft. Select ones in the colors you wish for them to bring ie green for growth, yellow for inspiration, white for protection, purple for psychic abilities, etc. 
  • Some everyday things you can use for discrete witchcraft that don’t cost much at all or that you most likely already have: water, table salt, black pepper, paper, crayons/pencils/pens/markers, vinegar, milk, tea, highlighters, make up and beauty supplies, shampoo and conditioner, rubber bands, paperclips, thumbtacks, computer/phone/tablet, music/music player, playing cards, dice, air freshener, perfumes, toothpaste, rice, flour, sugar, honey, and all kitchen herbs and seasonings.
  • Can’t afford gemstones or crystals on college budget? Crackle and dyed quartz you can find super cheap at craftstores and online. I bought a whole bag for 4 bucks. Use them based on their colors and shapes. Can’t afford that but still want to use rocks in your craft? Find some rocks you like outside, again use their colors and shapes to determine their correspondences. Want to use them for a specific purpose? Paint sigils on them in the color that corresponds with what you want! Charge them in your windowsill or with your own energy and intent. There you go!
  • Pocket mirrors are cheap, easy to carry around and great for glamours and on the go magic. 
  • Seriously though, glamour spells are going to be a good option for you. use your make up, skin products, hair care products, brushes/combs, perfume, mirrors, toothbrush/toothepaste and intent. Good to do while you are getting ready for your day
  • Dream magic is another friend of the city witch! Use crystals, sigils, herbs, etc near your bed before you go to sleep, drink some chamomile, get yourself a dream journal (mine is literally a notebook with construction paper on it), keep it and a pen near you. In the morning write down your dreams, your thoughts, how you feel (tired, refreshed, groggy, etc), and interpret them. 
  • Can’t afford tarot cards? Print out some, you can usually find them online and they won’t last as long as a real deck but it is a good temporary solution. Want a Ouija board but can’t keep one or need it to be easily hidden? Print one out, draw on one on paper or cardboard, fold it up and store it once you are done. Want a pendulum but can’t afford one? Use your favorite necklace, bracelet or keychain!
  • Tea and coffee magic is great, make your own tea blends with the herbs you like. Or just buy simple green or black tea and add sugar, milk, etc depending on your intentions
  • As I said before, crock pot magic. The Modern Cauldron: brew and cook all day with it, fill your apartment with the scent of the herbs and food to fill it with the energies they correspond with and you get a delicious meal to come home to! Most dorms allow them. Rice cookers also work well.
  • Can’t afford fresh food? Have to survive on ramen, canned soup, and microwaved meals? That is okay! They even correspond with things! Tomato soup for love, beauty and passion. Beef ramen noodles for strength, courage and longevity. Microwave mac n cheese for beauty and feminity. Look at their ingredients and what they correspond with. Sure its not as glamorous as a making a huge made by scratch traditional meal but its kitchen magic none the less. Stir it with your intent while you cook. It isn’t fancy but it works just as well!
  • Use a notebook or binder for a nice grimoire, decorate it as much as you want on the inside. Print out pictures of nature, animals, planets, stars, places, crystals, etc that you cant’ access/afford and use them in your craft. Spell books and grimoires are powerful tools
  • Don’t have a wand? Use a wooden spoon. Tie a colored string or ribbon to it to correspond with what energy you want it to have and move and flick it as you would a wand. 
  • Knitting, crocheting, and knot magic is very apartment friendly. As well as sewing and embroidering plus it is super calming.
  • Glitter, sequins, and beads are great in witchcraft! Use their colors to determine their correspondences. Put them in spell jars, sachets, bottles, etc. Glitter tip: if you spill any don’t fret, get some packing tape, wrap it around your hand with the sticky part outwards and dab at that glitter spill. You will literally pick up all of the glitter in seconds!
  • Enchant and charge your pots, pans, skillets, and other cookware to make every meal magical
  • Make moonwater in your windowsills. Use it for cleansing, beauty, divination, clarity, protection and purification
  • Take walks. Even if it is a city there is still nature about. Pigeons flying about, potted flowers outside of stores, grass growing in front lawns, etc. Enjoy yourself, even if it is not some wild, vast forest you can still connect with your local nature.
  • Pick up litter or garbage you see outside, being in the city we all see it. The natural world around you will appreciate you helping out. Bring a bag with you when you take your walks or travel and fill it with wrappers you see on the ground.

I hope this was helpful to all of my fellow city and dorm witches!

Official Graveyard Shift Lyrics

Rats
Well Mrs. Pharmacist / I insist / fix me up with something quick
I’ve been a bad little boy and I think i’m getting sick
Sick to the bone / slave to the flesh
Better put on my Sunday’s best      
I’ve been bad little boy… little boy

I’ve got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret
And I’m not not not sure that I wanna keep it
So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows
Cause we just wanna dance under our pretty perfect halos

Everyone’s got a secret
Whats yours? whats yours?
Don’t be shy, i’ll never repeat it  

Oh Mrs. Pharmacist / if I resist / lock me up and bind my wrists
You’ve been a bad little girl…. little girl.    
Close your eyes and listen close
I know just how much you love it
If you speak you lose your turn
So shut your mouth before I fuck it

Everyone’s got a secret
Tell me all about yours

Love. Hate.
Oh how we play the game
Cold soul
No sense of self control
Love. Hate.
Unsure to pass or play
Cold soul / now  we’re out of control

Roses are red, and my heart is black
We creep about the floor to indulge like Rats
Enraptured, we walk to nurse our obsession
Cause the roles that we play are paved with cruel intentions

Well  Mrs. Pharmacist… If you insist

I’ve got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret
And I’m not not not sure that I wanna keep it
So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows
And I just wanna shake you by your little perfect fucking halo

Everyone’s got a secret
Whats yours? whats yours?
Don’t be shy, i’ll never repeat it.


Queen For Queen
If you wanna soar with vultures, you’ll have to swallow bone
The saint charade is over / plastic royalty exposed
You wanna play the victim, to preach upon your throne                                  
No semblance of virtue as your relevance erodes

We go queen for queen  and move just like this

When you fall down
Will you back out
As you crawl through life with no crown?
Though you preach love, you package lies
Just a pawn in a kings disguise

I never said I’m perfect, there’s a guilt behind these eyes
So check me If it helps you fall asleep at night

Your skeletons are building / your closet’s getting tight
Are you the prey or spider in the web of all your lies?

When you fall down
Will you back out
As you crawl through life with no crown?
Though you preach love, you package lies
Just a pawn in a kings disguise

Don’t stop breathing in the chemicals
You don’t know humble… though you play the role
Pockets of evergreen are your amphetamine
Please stop feeding what you can’t control

YOU’LL FALL.
You’ll bend, you’ll break, (you’ll) trip over your “fame”
Be careful, or you’ll run your mouth off your face


Necessary Evil (Feat. Jonathan Davis)
Strip off the weight of morality, and check it at the door
I’ll show you the worst in me
…what i’ve become
 
Blow out the candles I need not a wish
For I am everything
Now crawl to my boots and lick
Kneel before me

Imma have my cake and fucking eat you too.

It’s my party and i’ll die when I want to, die when I want to, die when I want to
The monster you’ve made is wearing the crown
I’ll be the king and you be clown
I’ll take the blame (and) parade it around.
You’ve made me the villain you can’t live without.

Reciting violence like poetry
No you can’t sit with us
Too fashionably plain  
Now say my name
Forget everything you think you knew of who I used to be
I look much better as… as the enemy

Imma have my fucking cake and eat yours too.

I want you low
I won’t let you die
(I’ll) keep you alive
Just to remind you of what you are not

It’s my party and i’ll die when I want to
you wanna see me fail, but I won’t die for you.


Soft
You’re mine motherfucker

Let me begin with envy’s a sin
You’ll have to find new words to invent
Cause I’ve heard your broken record, and i’m not impressed

I love when you talk, I just use it to drive me
I won’t let your judgement define me
I’m not broken, so don’t fix me
I want you to hate me

Tell me what you’ve lost
Hang me on your cross
If you’re so wise, then why are you so Soft?
Do you leave your “throne” as you cast your stones?              
I’m above living under your microscope

I’m insane, I’m “insane in the membrane”
I wanna fuck your face with a switchblade
I’m not broken, so don’t fix me
I’ll leave you behind me

Internet killed the video star

Cry baby cry baby, did I just hear you whimper?
Cry baby cry…
Suck my middle fucking finger

Cry baby / Cry baby
What have you done lately?
Cry baby / Cry baby  
What have you done?

Tell me what you’ve lost.
Demonize my flaws
Do they call you when dumb needs a mascot?
Do you leave your “throne” as you cast your stones?              
I’m above living under your microscope

You dilate / god of your existence
Begging me to listen while you “pray”
Swallow in vain / sliver spoon religion
Closer from a distance

You’re mine motherfucker


Untouchable
They try to bend / they try to break me by design
But I am the nightmare that will haunt you in the light

If it’s war that you want… then I’m ready to play
And the world’s gonna know my name

Through everywhere that I go
Every failure I’ve owned
Every crack in my bones
I’m Untouchable
Like a sleeping grenade
Built to blow you away
Pull the pin… I explode
I’m Untouchable.

Born of the ground I dug myself out from the dirt
With every scar I will avow to shake the earth

Unless it’s blood that you want.. then get the fuck out my way
Cause the world’s gonna scream my name

I will never be silenced
I will eclipse the pain

You can’t let it go      
(It’s) the price that we pay
But I own the grave from which I came
You reap what you sow
We don’t bleed the same  
Cause I own the rights to my own fate
And i’ll sleep a king on my deathbed

Through everywhere that I go
Every failure i’ve owned
Every crack in my bones
I’m Untouchable
Like a sleeping grenade
Built to blow you away
Pull the pin… I Explode
I’m Untouchable.

Every mile from home
Every failure I’ve owned
Every crack in my bones
I’m Untouchable
Like a sleeping grenade
Built to blow you away
Pull the pin… I Explode
I’m Untouchable.


Not My Type: Dead As Fuck 2
She’s got no soul / heart black as coal
She’s from Hollywood Forever / dug her out of a hole
And here we go again / spinnin me in her web
She said “there’s just no rest for the queen of the dead”

Another trick to treat with candy apple dreams
Gonna rot her teeth cause i’m so sweet
One lick to rule them all
They crumble as they crawl

She loves me cause I like to give head like a zombie
(I) eat eat eat till her insides are on me
She loves me cause I give head like a zombie
(I) eat eat eat and nobody’s gonna stop me
And in the glow of the pale moonlight
She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride
Tried out the living but I don’t believe the hype  
Cause if she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type.

She’s got a temper in stock / made of hemlock
Uses absinthe as a lip gloss
Death hawk / fresh New Rock’s                              
She’ll use your corpse as a catwalk

She’ll use your corpse as a catwalk
Plays truth or dare in the mirror
Uses absinthe as a lip gloss
Undead, but won’t shed a tear

She’s my graveyard baby
She’s my……

She loves me cause I like to give head like a zombie
(I) eat eat eat till her insides are on me
She loves me cause I give head like a zombie
(I) eat eat eat and nobody’s gonna stop me
And in the glow of the pale moonlight
She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride
Tried out the living but I don’t believe the hype  
Cause if she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type.

D- E - A - D  
If she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type.


The Ladder
Tragedy / a poisonous lover
You infiltrate to destroy
Vanity / a cancer unforgiving
A charlatan with poise  

Fool me once / enough is enough
Was I more than a step on your way up?
Hollowed out /  I’ve no semblance of love
Now you’re just somebody that I used to fuck.

Lest we learn / the tables turn / so i’m betting out / I’m betting out.
You can be the prey in your masquerade, but i’m getting out / i’m getting out
There’s nothing left to repair

Ravenous / self righteous and lurid
But how much more till you break?
Scavenger / so fucking undeserving
You slither in just to take what you can take

Counterfeit / I’m calling your bluff
Was I more than just a step on your way up?
Now you’ll burn and you’re flesh out of luck
Now you’re just somebody that I used to fuck

Lest we learn / the tables turn / so i’m betting out / I’m betting out.
You can be the prey in your masquerade, but i’m getting out / i’m getting out
Against insight I fed your source of revenue
But now, it means nothing to me to mean anything to you

Open grave /  I was too blind to see
That “love”, spelled to you, is “F A M E”

You fuck your way up the ladder
Going down on your way to the top
Do your arms ever tire?
Or do they heal while you climb with your mouth?  

Delete Everything
Sever the yearning / you can keep the fucking ring
Delete Everything
You can keep the fucking ring

Nothing left to repair.


Voices
Voices in my head again
Trapped in a war inside my own skin
They’re pulling me under.

I’ve swallowed myself but the fever remains
I’m numb to the pleasure but still feel the pain      
If I showed you my soul, would you cover your eyes?
If I told you the truth, would you dare me to lie?  

I keep it all inside because I know that man is every thing but kind

Voices in my head again
Beating me in a war I can’t win  
I can hear them now
Trapped in a game inside my own skin
And I don’t know myself anymore
They’re pulling me under
Voices

As I walk through this valley of shadows and death
I curse not the “wicked”, I praise not the “blessed”
If I told you the truth, you’d beg me to change
If fear were a currency, you’d own the bank

I don’t want to live so calloused and frozen / ugly and hopeless
I don’t want to live forever, I just want to live right now
You can’t take me from me

I keep it all inside because I know that man is everything but kind


LOUD (Fuck It)
You gotta be loud / You gotta be rude / so the world can hear you
You gotta be crass / You gotta be cold / it’s everything we know
Turn it up turn it up now

Another day, a double shot of hate
Drink it up like gasoline
Underpaid, you graduate, to build somebody else’s dream

With a noose as a tie… do you fantasize of a much different life?  
The fix for who they want you to be / directly streamed to your TV

And when they turn their backs on you…

You gotta be loud / You gotta be rude / so the world can hear you
You gotta be crass / You gotta be cold / it’s everything we know
Turn it up turn it up now
Loud / Rude / When nobody hears you
You gotta stand up / You gotta commit
Say “Fuck It”, make the best of it

A broken home you’re trying to mend
You’ve got one day left to pay the rent
We’re not sure, but we believe in the lie… that it’ll all be fine, when we die

It’s so easy to grant the mirror power to control what you want to erase                      
Don’t become another victim / “Put a smile on that face”

You gotta be loud / You gotta be rude / so the world can hear you
You gotta be crass / You gotta be cold / it’s everything we know
Turn it up turn it up now
Loud / Rude / When nobody hears you
You gotta stand up / You gotta commit
Say “Fuck It”, make the best of it

The money’s in the treatment, baby, not in the cure
So they fuel your pain with fear and shame and then hand you a brochure
The money’s in the treatment, baby, not in the cure
So they build you up to watch you fall and then beg for an encore

What are you waiting for?


570
Burn it down / brick by brick / Made in 2006
Lost and found / losing grip /  I needed this
Question me not, for I gave up everything
Forget me not, cause I’ve not forgotten what this means

Strip me down, tear me apart, you’ll find one theme left
No sign of stopping till my veins rust
Strip me down, tear me apart, you’ll find one thing left
I fucking know where I came from

..And nothing can replace those lessons learned
as I stood with my brothers on the side of the road
No longer haunted by the skeletons
No longer haunted by the past

For so long, it’s all i’ve known
I’m crossing over the undertow
For so long, no one was listening
Determined to make their deaf ears ring

Miles repeat / my worst enemy… is me.
But then four soon became six… to shatter the canvas
Handed nothing / loss pulling the strings
Outlived the dead trends / united by distance

I’ve been to hell and back, with no promise of return
So I made friends with fire, to keep from getting burned
No money, no sleep. dedication
10 years on the road this is sacred
And when i’m facing a wall, I do not quit
…Cause if you mean it, you will make it.

Pulled apart in a world so demanding
I’m still here, still standing
I’ve sweat blood from Stockholm to Scranton
Still here, still standing.

You can always rinse the surface, but the stain will remain

For so long, it’s all i’ve known
I’m crossing over the undertow
For so long no one was listening
I did my time

You live / you learn / you defy the terms, but this house will be my home
Beguiled / betrayed / it’s the price we pay, as trust will be our tomb

If you mean it, you’ll make it.


Hourglass
I’ve watched the whole world drowning in chemicals
Dissociative / but it takes it’s toll
Can I surpass time, or would I start to rust?
Depreciating / collecting dust

And I fear myself as I fall away  
In a cold deluded sense of fate
When the nightmares come, and the doubt sets in
Will the fever break, or will I burn from within?  

It’s too late to feel, I’ve lost my breath
With the hands of time around my neck
Am I more than the pen that wrote the past?
Or am I just the sand enslaved by the Hourglass?

Will I live again, or will I fade to black?    
Dehumanizing / when the heart attacks      
Will I expire before my dreams unfold?
But if the futures so bright, the path should glow

As the walls melt
and the light fades
I’m letting quicksand take me

If you look beyond the blindfold
You’ll find the hole in my soul
One fear, one mind, no hope, no time
If you look beyond the blindfold
You’ll find the hole in my soul

I’m on the edge of my seat
Holding out for a sign
Trying to rewrite the storyline

It’s too late to feel, I’ve lost my breath
With the hands of time around my neck
Am I more than the pen that wrote the past
Or am I just the sand encased in the Hourglass?

Fear is not my fate


Eternally Yours
Blow the bridge to the past / wipe the fingerprints
Melt your heart encased in wax / steal it with a kiss
Our fate engraved / scar enslaved / as we mutually destruct
Repose, my love, i’ve sinned enough for the both of us

In the name of love…..

I’m ready to bury all of my bones
I’m ready to lie but say I won’t
So tell me your secrets / and join me in pieces
To rot in this garden made of stones
Eternally yours

I feed like you taught me and selflessly swallow
We coalesce in darkness, so selfishly hollow
Examine the wreckage / writhing in tempo
Invisible anguish casting a shadow  

and in the name of love…

I’m ready to bury all of my bones
I’m ready to lie but say I won’t
So tell me your secrets / and join me in pieces
To rot in this garden made of stones
Eternally yours

As we rest in pieces, though I know not your name
I would suffer forever to absolve all your pain

And in the name of love

I’m ready to bury all of my bones
I’m ready to lie but say I won’t
So tell me your secrets / and join me in pieces
To rot in this garden made of stones
Eternally yours

I’m ready to bleed to make amends
And sleep in this dirt we call our bed
So tell me your secrets / and join me in pieces
To fall and rewrite the bitter end
Eternally yours

I’m more than willing to rot in hell with you.

a really long, but categorized, ask meme

ACTIONS - ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

  • *Accidentally spills [[SPECIFY HERE]] on you*
  • *Slaps you*
  • *Kisses you on the lips*
  • *Bites your lip*
  • *Rubs your shoulders*
  • *Dumps ice water over your head*
  • *Winks at you*
  • *Flips hair at you*
  • *Throws a ball of paper towards you*
  • *Hands you a note, inside it says [[SPECIFY HERE]]*
  • *Slams the door shut behind you*
  • *Storms out of the room*
  • *Wraps my arms around you from behind*
  • *Kisses your neck*
  • *Nibbles on your earlobe*
  • *Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear*
  • *Strokes your hair*
  • *Caresses your cheek*
  • *Holds you in my arms*

QUOTES - PICK UP LINES EDITION

  • “You’re cute and I’m horny. You thinking what I’m thinking?”
  • “I see you like cardio… wanna go back to my place and do it together?”
  • “I’m sorry, but I just received a call for you. From heaven? I think they’re missing an angel.”
  • “Hold my hand? I’m afraid I’m getting lost in your eyes.”
  • “Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants.”
  • “Are you a pokemon? Because I’d like to peek-at-chu.”
  • “If I had a dollar for every beautiful girl/guy I saw tonight, I’d have one dollar. Because the only beautiful girl/guy in here is you.”
  • “Maybe I could show you my [[SPECIFY ITEM]] collection. It’s back at my house, so we’d have to go there but…”
  • *Spills a drink on your shirt* “I’m so sorry! But if it’s any reassurance, I think that top would look better on my bedroom floor anyways.”

QUOTES - STRANGERS EDITION

  • “I’m sorry, have we met before?”
  • “I don’t know you, but thanks.”
  • “You’re a very nice guy/girl, you know that?”
  • “We only just met… but I’d really like to see you again.”
  • “Do you think you could move your ass out of my friend’s seat?”
  • “It’s none of your business. We just met.”
  • “Hey I’m [[NAME HERE]] and my crazy ex-girlfriend/boyfriend is here and I was wondering if you’d pretend to date me so I can get them off my back?”
  • “I’m so sorry about that! Let me buy you a new sandwich.”
  • “Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry.”

QUOTES - WORKPLACE EDITION

  • “Did you get that email I sent you last night?”
  • “No, I’m serious. She/he brought a flask to work.”
  • “I overheard the boss and I think you’re about to be put up for a promotion!”
  • “I know what you’ve got in that top drawer.”
  • “I can’t believe you’re drunk at work.”
  • “You know, most people watch porn at home.”
  • “Your Netflix binge is using up all the broadband.”
  • “Stop torrenting, asshole! I have a report to send off to Japan in an hour and I can’t even open Gmail!”
  • “If you spent half as much time on doing your job as you do on World on Warcraft, maybe you’d have a chance at a promotion too.”
  • “You’ve been working here for 6 years and you don’t know where the break room is?”

QUOTES - SCHOOL EDITION

  • “Didn’t you hear? [[NAME HERE]] and [[NAME HERE]] hooked up last night!”
  • “We lost the playoffs.”
  • “The girls team beat the boys!”
  • “I heard he/she got called into the principal’s office.”
  • “Apparently the swim team had an orgy after hours.”
  • “I heard they were fucking in the bathroom.”
  • “She/he’s been paying people to do their homework!”
  • “She/he fell running in the hallway and knocked out a few teeth.”
  • “I can’t believe we’re graduating this year.”
  • “Being a freshman sucks.”
  • “I slept with a sophomore last weekend.”
  • “She/he told me they were a junior!”
  • “Why are those freshmen staring at you?”
  • “Is there a reason everyone suddenly knows your name overnight?”
  • “How come everyone suddenly knows who I am?”
  • “Did you tell them about my [[INSERT SECRET HERE]]?!”
  • “I can’t believe you hooked up with my boyfriend/girlfriend.”
  • “I definitely failed that test.”
  • “I got an A on my essay!”

QUOTES - SASS EDITION

  • “Wow, there’s a stick wedged so far up your ass I don’t think I can even pull it out.”
  • “I’m sorry, but my number of fucks to give has officially reached a negative number.”
  • “Uranus called and said I’m huge and in the way.”
  • “I’m searching… searching… oh. Well would you look at that. I couldn’t find any fucks to give.”
  • “What’s the difference between a dolphin and you? Dolphins have brains.”
  • “Just because that’s mistletoe hanging above us doesn’t mean I’m going to kiss you.”
  • “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
  • “At this point you might as well ask for my autograph.”

QUOTES - ARGUMENTS/ROWS/QUARRELS EDITION

  • “You know I’m right! I’m always right!”
  • “Shut up. Just shut up!”
  • “I don’t need to listen to this.”
  • “You’re lying.”
  • “I can’t believe you’d say that. Even in an argument, that was low of you.”
  • “I can’t look at you.”
  • “Don’t fucking touch me.”
  • “If you say one more word, I swear…”
  • “Pipe down, you’re making a scene.”
  • “What’s wrong with you?”
  • “Now I know why people think you’re neurotic.”
  • “You must be crazy.”
  • “I'm not backing down.”
  • “You can’t hide the truth forever, you know.”
  • “What’s your issue?
  • “You make me so angry.”
  • “This has nothing to do with you.”

QUOTES - LOVERS EDITION

  • “And… and I love you! It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along.”
  • “I don’t know how to say it. But you know what I’m trying to say, right?”
  • “I’ve never been good at this. I don't do relationships. But I… I want to try with you.”
  • “You’re the one that I want.”
  • “I don't care. I don’t give a shit, don’t you get it? I don’t give a flying fuck unless it has to do with you. I love you.”
  • “Please don’t say that. You know you’re the only one for me. Fuck everyone else.”
  • “I can’t stop thinking about you. Every minute of every day. I could be standing in the shower or cooking breakfast, but you’re still the only thought on my mind.”
  • “I want to wake up next to you, everyday for the rest of my life.”
  • “I’ve always been afraid of commitment, okay? That’s why I sleep around.”
  • “I’ve never wanted to give love a try until now.”
  • “Please, don’t leave me.”
  • “I need you more than you will ever know.”
  • “I love you more than I could ever express in words.”

QUOTES - DRUNK AND KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR EDITION

  • *Starts singing [[SPECIFY SONG NAME]] outside your door/window*
  • “I didn’t fuck him/her, I swear!”
  • “I brought vodka and ice cream.”
  • “You left your anal beads at my house. Wait… no, they’re just normal mardi gras beads.”
  • “I can’t believe you went without me!”
  • “I love you, I love you so much and you just don’t see it. What am I supposed to do?”
  • “I know you’re sad and upset. Let me be your distraction! I want to be your distraction!”
  • “I can’t find my apartment and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
  • “Let me in! I think I’m gonna throw up.”

QUOTES - NSFW EDITION

  • “What do you think about this outfit?”
  • “Bend over.”
  • “It’s not going to get up by itself, you know.”
  • “I thought you’d be bigger.”
  • “Where did we leave those damned handcuffs?”
  • “I can’t find my vibrator.”
  • “Just set your phone on vibrate!”
  • “I want to fuck you until you’re raw and shaking.”
  • “That’s it… do a little striptease for me.”
  • “You can watch… but you can’t touch.”
  • “Be quiet! They’re going to hear us.”
  • “And get this… the new toy? It glows in the dark.”
  • “I’ve got two flavours. Cherry or fruit punch?”
  • “I want to be on top.”
  • “That is one fine ass.”
  • “You look like a screamer.”
  • “Let me tie you up.”
  • “What’ll our safeword be?”
  • “I love making you squirm.”
  • “Not my neck! It’s summer, I can’t wear a turtleneck in the sun.”

TEXTS - DRUNK EDITION

  • [TEXT] You dumped me for HIM/HER?
  • [TEXT] I can’t stop listening to our song.
  • [TEXT] My pillow still smells like you.
  • [TEXT] You left your cologne when you moved out. I used it up.
  • [TEXT] Do you even love me?
  • [TEXT] What happened to us?
  • [TEXT] I just want to eat bacon and see you naked. And then eat bacon off of you naked.
  • [TEXT] IM26C4U.
  • [TEXT] You never gave a shit about me.
  • [TEXT] I couldn’t care less.
  • [TEXT] Now you know how it feels.
  • [TEXT] I still love you.
  • [TEXT] I can’t stop thinking about all the times you told me you loved me… and wondering if they were lies.

TEXTS - NSFW EDITION

  • [TEXT] You can’t have me if you can’t even get the three C’s. Chocolates, champagne, and candles.
  • [TEXT] I’m in the bath… come join me?
  • [TEXT] Don’t tease. You know I like it rough.
  • [TEXT] Bed, counter, or floor?
  • [TEXT] If you can get here in five minutes I’ll suck you off first.
  • [TEXT] What do you think about threesomes? And, what about foursomes?
  • [TEXT] You’ve been naughty, I’m going to punish you.
  • [TEXT] I can’t believe you just sent me that. I’m at work/school!

TEXTS - EMERGENCY EDITION

  • [TEXT] I fell down the stairs and… well, I’m in the ER.
  • [TEXT] ______ got injured during their game and I’m waiting with them at the hospital but I can’t do this alone.
  • [TEXT] Did you know your mother/father is at the hospital right now??
  • [TEXT] I was cleaning out the garage and I’m stuck under some boxes!! Please help before the spiders get me.
  • [TEXT] I don’t know what happened I was just cooking and then all of a sudden the pasta was on fire!
High for This

High for This by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader x Sam, John x Reader

A witch’s curse hexes the three Winchester men and reader, leading to a night of desire that would change things forever.

Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Threesome (NO Wincest), Fingering, Language, Dom!John, discussion of being high, dirty talk, orgasm denial, squirting, spanking, mention of a panic attack, Feels, A lil fluff, lack of protection, canon divergence. To be clear- the characters have all consented to all sexual acts in this story. 

Word Count: 8408 | On AO3 | This is inspired by the song High for This by The Weeknd, and my first song for @mrs-squirrel-chester Album Fanficfion Challenge. 

This fic had a mind of its own but I love it. I hope you do too :)


The Impala rolled into a parking space on the street and Sam killed the engine. I straightened the sleeves of my navy fed suit, and looked over at him.

“You really think she’s going to know anything?” Sam pestered, looking through the window.

“Witnesses said two of the victims had been here to see her for readings.” I responded, climbing out of the car. I patted my jacket pocket to make sure I still had my fake FBI badge. “She does readings on love and relationships.”

Sam rolled his eyes as we walked up the sidewalk to the old house.

“What if she’s really psychic then? She’ll know we’re hunters.” Sam suggested sarcastically as he looked over his shoulder to the street.

“Then we’ll improvise. It’ll be fine, Sam.” I responded, looking around the front porch. A bright Psychic Reader sign lit up the front window.

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It seemed just your luck to have rented an apartment directly above a group of cultists.  

You’ve lost count of hearing their inane, rhythmic chanting below your floorboards and the faint flicker of candles around an elaborate chalk circle. You’ve complained numerous times before, but every time they’ve greeted you at the doorway in their draping red hoods, solemn-faced and muttering about bringing the ‘Great Old Ones’ back.  

For all the macabre airs that surrounded the place, the rent was cheap. Impossibly cheap. At first, you had been elated by such a turn of luck after you’d been so suddenly thrust into the adult world with both a job and school to juggle, but by now you knew why tenancy changed so quickly. But there was no way you’d be able to find another apartment this cheap. So you just tried to ignore the strangeness that lingered around you by immersing yourself in the real world outside your door, silently dreading the moments where you would have to return home.  Any other person would have turned heels long ago, but you’re just too stubborn to leave. It’s your home. You feel a sense of protective belonging over it, almost as if it’s your responsibility. 

You’ve come to expect the unusual from your living circumstances.  

     However, what you would have never expected would be a loud, unearthly rumbling that would send you sprawling to the ground, where the muted screams of cultists to waver up through the cracks in the floorboards. 

After the initial shock, apathy and exasperation set in. 

Damn it. After so many failed rituals and chants, so many nights spent reading spells from mind-destroying ancient tomes, they’ve actually done it. 

Well, at least you won’t have to deal with your downstairs neighbors anymore, you remind yourself hopefully. 

The journey down the stairs is a dark, tepid one where you blindly grope the spiraling banister, feeling as if something is just going to jump out at you like a overused horror movie cliche. Even though you try and convince yourself otherwise- damn it, you’re an adult, you shouldn’t be afraid of these things- the fear till lingers. 

The first thing you notice is the immense heat that blasts onto your face, sending trails of condensation down your already pale brow. It’ unusual because their heat is turned off all the time, even in the depths of winter. The only heat source down there is candlelight for when they carry out their unearthly rituals. But now it feels like you’re in the boiler room of the apartment block, walls almost scalding to touch. 

A smeared chalk pentacle glimmers in the shivering light of a single candle in the center of the room, it’s siblings long since extinguished. Everything in the room is scattered and overturned, the wooden floorboards blackened, but curiously not burnt. It’s as if some massive, invisible explosion has take place. The musty air is already making you nervous- something lingers in it, something that you already have the sense to know is not of this earth, that every cell i your body screams to get out of. There’s no trace of your neighbors anywhere. But you can’t help but feel as if you’re not alone, as if something is watching you from the shadows.

Maturity tells you to call the police. But you’ve tried that in the past, and nothing has ever really come from it. And if you tried describing what was down here, you were sure that they would hang up on you as a prank call. 

There’s a patter of movement from behind you. Noticing something sharp glinting from across the floor, you scrabble down to grab it, to try and protect yourself.

There’s a low clicking growl from the darkness. You feel ready to pass out from fear at any moment. You grip the knife shakily in your hand, but somehow feel even more helpless. Even when shrouded in darkness, you know that you’re powerless against whatever faces you. 

      With a shrieking cackle, something massive launches itself from the darkness with flashing white eyes and a fanged mouth trailing viscous saliva. You wait for death, but find it curiously absent. You look down to see the thing feeding on something else, and yourself completely unharmed. 

It’s a massive mass of pulsating tentacles from the waist down, slithering across the floor on them like some giant demented octopus. Above, it’s a bony white mockery of the human form, scales trailing down it’s spiky spine. Seeing it’s arms flex as it tears into it’s meal, it’s a lot more muscular than you thought. Around it’s head, you see a familiar robed hand, half-clutching a hammer. A hand that belonged to someone, one of the cultists, who was going to bring it down on you and use you as a human sacrifice. 

With a dawning shock, you realize that whatever this thing is, it just saved you. 

You move hesitantly towards it and it’s head whips around, glowing eyes burning right into your rigid form. It looks at you in a way you’ve never seen anyone look at you before, so intently, so longingly. It softens you to sympathy towards it, instead of screaming at the sight of it. 

“Thank you,” you breathe out.

You cringe at how ridiculous you must sound. You don’t even know if it can understand what you’re even saying, or if you’re really just the light snack for it after the heavy dinner of loyal cultists. Much to your surprise, it understands. A low longing growl coils out from it’s throat. It’s not even human, but you somehow feel closer to it than you’ve ever felt to any fellow member of your species. There’s more than that. You see it in it’s whole stance, aching familiar- it’s lonely.

Lonely- just like you. 

Overwhelmed by the situation, you make a quick run for upstairs. But as you’re midway up the staircase, you hear a low squelching sound. Whatever it is, it’s not about to leave you. 

     That evening was how you found yourself saddled with an unusual new roommate. He didn’t have an exact name, well at least not in human language. The most you had gotten out of him was a high-pitched series of clicks and ear-splitting squeals. 

Despite all odds, you two had somehow become amicable. True, he practically ate you out of house and home, but he was always there to listen to your day and silently comfort you from your stresses, wrapping his tentacles around you in a slimy hug. 

There were the few annoyances- while most roommates had to deal with their stuff being borrowed without permission, or not doing chores, you had to stop yours from eating neighborhood cats. 

It was nice having someone to come home to- even if that someone was actually something that was from another dimension all together. It was still nice.

Still, the memory of that night played on your mind- why had he saved you from becoming a sacrifice? Why hadn’t he just devoured you like he had with everyone else?

You sat half-curled up on the couch, a stack of junk food seated in your lap, more for him than it is for you. Beside you was your laptop. If there was anything that you loved about the new routine, it was movie night. It was a night where you could just lose yourself and forget the stresses of the world. You were so used to watching movies alone, but now you had someone else to enjoy them with. 

And you had to admit,  it was oddly endearing to see a tentacled, eldritch beast enjoy watching animated children’s movies. He shifted beside you, clawed hands shifting against the fabric of the duvet you’d put over to protect the couch from further damage. He was enraptured by the screen, toothy mouthed stretched into a wide grin. He loved movie night just as much as you did, already devouring half the stack of snacks. But you don’t mind.

Somehow you didn’t focus on the movie like you thought you would. Your mind slipped away from the action onscreen, becoming more wistful. You kept thinking about that night, about the ritual gone wrong. 

“Hey,” you suddenly remarked, “I just realized something.” 

His head instantly whipped around from the bright illumination of the screen within the dimmed room. 

“Mrnnnh?” came his curious growl. 

You suppressed a laugh at how truly catlike this hideous, tentacled monstrosity could be. 

“Two months since we met, and we moved in. I think it calls for some kind of celebration.” 

You paused. 

“I’ve…I’ve just been thinking…” 

He leaned in, both curious and concerned, sensing your obvious hesitancy. You force yourself to exhale. 

“That night…what was it about me? Everyone else…you devoured. But you left me alive. You saved me. Why? Why me?” 

The creature goes quiet. You already feel as if you’ve made a terrible mistake and feel like gingerly trying to switch the topic of conversation. But he shifts over the couch, slightly creaking it with his own immense stature.

“I…wanted to devour…wanted to devour everyone…but…” he growls in a deep, grating tone. 

His head tilts downwards towards you, making you feel absolutely tiny in the shadow of his presence. 

“…I… don’t want to eat…you. You…not meat to me.” 

He pauses for a minute, as if struggling what to say. 

”You…mean..more…to me…than…just meat.” 

You’re so shocked by the brevity of his words that it only dawns on you a few minutes later that it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him speak human words.

Squeezing back the few tears that brim within the glassy corners of your eyes, you draw close to him, allowing yourself to be embraced by his long arms. His touch is almost crushing, you know if he really tried, he could rip you apart, but you feel nothing but comfort. 

“Thank you.” you murmured softly. 

Your monster smiles down at you, revealing an array of sharp teeth, arranged in a welcoming, loving smile. 

⇁ dick n’ go (m)

Originally posted by is-your-mac-fully-loaded

pairing⇁Seokjin x Reader

 genre⇁smut, crack || shopping for dicc!au

warnings⇁male objectification, superficiality, fuckgirl!reader, dirty talk, and cocky!jin if that isn’t your thing

word count⇁12.8k 

After trooping through a series of horrendous first dates and mediocre hookups, you were convinced you would never find a man capable of satisfying your needs. Your friend recommends you try a slightly unconventional method to remedy your bad luck.  

alternatively: seokjin has a five star dick and you decide to give it a go

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A quick Clexa AU fic list as requested by anon

This is rather chaotic as I’ve put it together real quick and I’ve plenty favorites - I might add more as I remember or as I go through my reading (some are finished, some are on-going). For now though …

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Guy What Takes His Time*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Featuring: Natasha, Wanda, Sharon (mentioned) and Sam.
Rating: Mature
Summary: Wanda, Natasha and Sam think Steve has feelings for Reader, but she tells them otherwise while actually feeling the same way for the super soldier. One evening,  they all make a plan to make both of them confess the truth.
Word Count: 2.2k
Genre: Fluff/NSFW-ish
Warnings: build-up, suggestive themes, and innuendos, mentions of alcohol, sexual tension, a little bit of roleplay, flirting, Captain kink (?) and Steve being a cute flustered bastard.
Author's Note: It’s a rewrite of the flirty scene between Natasha and Bruce in Avengers: Age of Ultron (you can expect some references, though). I thought it could be fun to switch sides with Steve and see how it goes. It’s also inspired by Guy What Takes His Time covered by Christina Aguilera in Burlesque.

  New Avengers Facility, Upstate New  York

“You did a great job, Y/N,” Steve announced in his deep voice as he passed the hallway with you, Natasha, and Wanda. “Ladies.” He stopped in his tracks, standing with this impressive physique, almost towering in front of you as his hands held the brown belt of his- oh, so sexy uniform.

“Thank you, Captain.” You smiled and he nodded slowly as if questioning whether he would stay to have a chat with you or not. He smiled gently and proceeded to take the stairs towards his personal quarters where he’d finally take a well-deserved shower after a hard, but successful mission with you and Sam.

Of course, he would’ve loved to linger awhile and see your smile just a little longer. He enjoyed spending time with you and the feeling was mutual. Maybe that after all these days spent with him, these missions where you saved each other, being partners and all this harmless flirting, there was something between you. Your chemistry was obvious to everyone after all.

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” Wanda nudged your side and you winced, narrowing your eyes. “Don’t be silly, Steve likes you a lot.”

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Home (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

In which Bucky Barnes is hopelessly in love and everything is soft. 

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Summary: The Reader and Bucky are having a lazy, late night like any other they’ve had since they started dating… but it ends up being a lot more. 

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (romantic) 

Warning(s): Swearing, EXTREME FLUFF AND SOFTNESS 

Inspiration: My own loser-y hopeless romantic thoughts/desires, jasmine tea, fairy light, and Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by Ed Sheeran

Word count: 1,094

A/N: I almost made myself cry with this, which is very unusual and… embarrassing. Oops. I wrote Bucky fluff! Because I love him and he deserves all the good things… this is so fluffy I know. So fluffy. I had this half-finished in Google Docs for awhile and it’s finally finished… I just ended up being in the mood, I guess. I really love this. Hope you like it! 


Bucky had never been so at peace. It wasn’t the soft glow of fairy lights and candles bathing the loft apartment’s walls. It wasn’t the smell of jasmine tea or his favourite second-hand quilt thrown over his legs. And although it was a lovely sound, it wasn’t Ed Sheeran’s magical voice floating from the record player placed haphazardly in the stuffed-full bookshelf. It was you.

You lay between Bucky’s legs, your back against his chest, eyes closed, mouthing lyrics as Ed sung them. Your eyelashes cast shadows on your cheeks, making you look softer, more like art. It was you who made him realize that people could be art and you who had gotten him into photography, out of the desire to always capture the beauty around him. You were wearing his boxers, his t-shirt… he had his own half of the dresser in your apartment. He barely ever left. At least three of your beloved mugs were solely for Bucky’s use and he’d named three of your newest plants. He might have his own apartment, but this was his home. You were his home.

He itched to take a photograph. Things were so… perfect. Relaxed, contented. Bucky had never expected to be content after everything he’d been through… to be happy. To be so in love with the most beautiful, wonderful person after everything he’d been through. Moving slowly, carefully, Bucky reached for his polaroid camera (a birthday present from you) on the coffee table in front of him. He didn’t want you to notice what he was doing and move, thus ruining the perfect image. He gently closed his metal fingers around the camera, leaning as little as possible as he resumed his previous position. Just as he clicked the button, you lazily opened your eyes.

“Did I ruin your picture, Buck?” Your soft voice seeped into the air, raising goosebumps on Bucky’s flesh arm. He laughed quietly, leaning down to kiss your temple.

“Might not be what I first saw… but you could never ruin a photo, doll.” He hummed, kissing the top of your head, smoothing his thumb over your shoulder. The corner of your lips twitched, curving up into a crooked, sleepy grin seconds later.

“You’re so fucking cheesy, Barnes,” Your tone was light, amused, your eyes sparkling in the low light as you gazed adoringly up at your boyfriend.

“Y’know,” Bucky gently squeezed your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine, “most people call that charmin’ or romantic…” A laugh bubbled from your lips, full of affection. 

“Yeah, but I’m not most people, baby. Not sure if you noticed… and I love it anyways. Y’know. Because of that hopeless romantic bullshit my heart decided to torture me with before I met you.” Your hand slid up to rest over Bucky’s, causing butterflies to take over his stomach. “My heart is a bit of a little jackass.” You commented thoughtfully afterwards. Bucky found himself laughing again, bringing his forehead down to rest against yours.

“Your heart is not a jackass,” He whispered, “it’s beautiful. Big, beautiful and all mine.” You shuddered against Bucky’s chest when his voice dropped low.

“All yours, indeed,” You purred, tilting your chin up to kiss the tip of Bucky’s nose. The song dwindled, almost at the end. You knew that your new favourite song was next. So did Bucky. 

“Wanna dance with me, doll?” You bit your lip in an attempt to stifle a giddy, toothy smile. “I know this is your favourite song…” Bucky coaxed, nuzzling the top of your head. You wriggled off of Bucky, standing and extending a hand towards him, a ghost of the hidden smile tugging at your lips. Bucky took it, his lips twitching up to match your smile, pushing himself up off of the couch. There was barely any space between the two of you. Just how he liked it.

Bucky wrapped his arms gently around your waist, burying his face in your soft neck. You smelled like everything that made him feel safe. Bucky only pulled back, just the slightest bit, when the song began. He slid one arm around the small of your back and captured your hand in his free one. You blushed. No matter how long you’d been with him, Bucky could make you blush like no one else. Slowly, the two of you started to sway. 

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A Little Witchy Guide of Candle Magick

I’ve gotten a few questions about candles and candle magick here and there, so I figured I’d make another Little Witchy Guide! If I have left anything out, please let me know! :)
I really hope this helps you and please feel free to ask me any questions of any kind! :D

Candle magic is an ancient art and it is the most widely used magic practiced today. The candle itself is a very powerful magical tool it contains all the basic elements earth, wind, fire and water, earth is represented in the wax, water the melted wax, the flame fire and the air is the smoke. The colour of the candles is very important as the different colours will bring with it its own energy and power, green for healing, red for empowerment etc. Each of the elements has with it its own single coloured candle, green for earth, yellow for air, blue is for water and red is for fire. The different colours also represent either a yin female or yang male energy, yellow is yin, green is yang, blue is yin and red is yang.

A candle is believed to have its own vibration and can be used in meditation and divination, pink or violet is a calm and soft light where as red is strong and powerful, when a candle is lit its colour is released into the surrounding area which will bring a nice energy into the room. If during your ritual you need a lot of power, light multiple candles. By rubbing oil over a candle before your ritual this will charge the candle with your own personal energy.


Magical tips on candles:

  • It’s always a good idea to clean candles, this will strengthen their power.
  • Candles prefer not to be blown out, but to be put out using a toll or wet fingertips, blowing out the candle may insult the element.
  • It is best to use a different candle for each magical purpose, if you are using a red candle for love and a white one for healing, keep them separate.
  • A white candle is symbolic of purity and can be used in place of any other colour.
  • Any candle can be used in your magic, but beeswax candles are more powerful.
  • Engraving a candle is a good way to bring about your wish and by adding a letter of the magical alphabet you will bring mystery and connection to the ancient art of Wicca. A simple example could be to engrave a heart for love and a dollar sign for wealth in your ritual.
  • If a candle goes out whilst you are practicing doing magic, this is a sign, a message.
  • On your birthday when blowing out the candles you perform an act of candle magic. No one really knows where the idea of placing candles on a birthday cake came from, the main possibility is from the ancient Greeks who would bake round cakes in honour of their Moon goddess Artemis, it is said that the Greeks placed candles around the cake to resemble a glowing Moon.
  • Using your own homemade candles will greatly increase their power, candles are very easy to make, you only need to heat wax, add the wick and leave it to cool down then place it into a fire-safe bowl to burn the rest of the way down.
  • Looking into the flame of a candle is the perfect way to regain or strengthen focus .
  • A simple candle ritual is to sit in a darkened room facing a mirror, place the candle in front of you and look at your reflection, let your eyes relax and after a few moments your face will begin to change. Your reflection will reveal what you looked like in your past lives. This magic ritual can also be done with a friend. Both of you sit in a darkened room with a candle between you, and as you look at each other letting your eyes relax, you will see what your friend looked like in their past lives.
  • Some simple yet powerful candle magic is to write your wish on a piece of paper and fold it in half, light one corner with the candle flame and hold the paper as long as you can before the flame reaches your fingers.
  • To charge your candle you can rub essential oil into it, this will add power to your magic, any oil can be used it’s a personal preference.
  • Each of the twelve astrological star signs has a specific colour, you may wish to burn the candle for your star sign to empower yourself and enhance your strengths, or you may like to burn a coloured candle associated with another zodiac sign to empower yourself with the strengths of that sign. You may decide to use the strength, determination and wisdom of Scorpio the scorpion  before an important business meeting.

Zodiac Colours

Below is a table of the Zodiac and the corresponding colours:

Gemini the Twins, ruled by Mercury, colour yellow, air sign, best for spells with connections, intelligence and movement.

Cancer the Crab, ruled by the Moon, colour silver, water sign,  spells for love and friendship.

Aries the Ram, ruled by planet Mars, colour red or poppy, fire sign , spells for re-energising or lifting the spirit.

Aquarius the Water Bearer, ruled by Uranus, colour blue, air sign, for rituals to do with detachment, organisation or independence.

Taurus the Bull, ruled by Venus, colour green, earth sign, spells for wealth and fortune.

Leo the Lion, ruled by the Sun, colour orange, fire sign , spells for passion and sexual pleasures.

Libra, the Scales, ruled by Venus, air sign, colour violet or pink, spells for balance, romance and peace.

Capricorn, the Goat, ruled by Saturn, colour black or brown, earth sign, spells for ambition, loyalty  and determination.

Scorpio the Scorpion, ruled by Pluto, colour red or cherry, water sign, spells for intuition, sex, self empowerment and passion.

Pieces the Fish, ruled by Neptune, colour white, water sign, spells for inspiration, divination, intuition or dream magic.

Sagittarius, the archer, ruled by planet Jupiter, colour purple, fire sign, spells for creativity, confidence, happiness, trust and travel.

Virgo the Maiden, ruled by Mercury, colour pale blue, earth sign, spells for healing, communication, peace, and advancement.

Scented Candles and their magical strengths:

Blueberry – burn to keep unwanted negative energies away from your home.

Blue Rose – this is used to honour the goddesses.

Carnations – are traditionally used for healing.

Cherry – perfect to attract and inspire love.

Cinnamon – burn for wealth and fortune.

Coconut – burn this scent for purification and protection.

Copal – is perfect for honouring the Gods.

Frangipani – can be used to stimulate positive energy in a sacred space.

Honeysuckle – is used to bring good luck, health and strengthen psychic abilities

Jasmine – Burn to be lucky in love.

Lotus – burn for a harmonious life, inner peace and for meditation.

Musk – Used to gain courage, strength and to heighten sexual passion.

Myrrh – this is an ancient scent used for protection and purification.

Passion flower – use to ensure peaceful sleep, soothes troubles and calms the mind.

Patchouli – scent to attract money.

Pine – use to gain strength, and repel negative energies.

Rose – perfect for love magic, and a peaceful home.

Sandalwood – is an all purpose scent for healing and protection.

Spice – is a passionate scent for all your magic workings.

Spirit – used to attract guidance from spirits.

Strawberry – burn for love, friendship and luck.

Tangerine – burn to attract prosperity.

Temple – perfect to use on an altar during rituals.

Vanilla – burn to enhance memory and stimulate sexual appetite.

Coloured Candles And Their Magical Strengths:

Purple: power, business progress, ambition.

Red: love, health, sex, strength, energy, fire element.

Green: money, luck, fertility, prosperity, earth element.

Orange: attraction, ambition, stimulation, creativity.

Black: to heal discord, repel evil and repelling negativity and remove confusion.

White: truth, purity, peace, spirituality.

Brown:  fosters neutrality, overcomes uncertainty and hesitation, grounding.

Pink: love, morality, honour, romance, friendship.

Orange: attraction, ambition, stimulation, creativity.

Gray: calms, repels negativity.

Light Blue: tranquility, patience, health.

Dark Blue: aids depression and changeability.

Greenish Yellow: mellows jealousy, anger, discord.

Griffin Boyfriend

I got a lot of requests for a Griffin BF and @karanthos sent a donation and asked for this to be pushed to the top of the list.


The ceremony was long and grueling, the feast afterward even more insufferable. None of that compared though to the carriage ride to the honeymoon villa. You became betrothed to this man you had never met since you were young. It had been a promise made by your father to keep his land and title. The plus was, you would now be able to live in the lap of luxury. The downside was that your new husband was an angry, bitter monster.

You glance up at him, inspecting the line of his beak. The way his feathers went into a dark mohawk down the back of his head and into the fluffy, pale mane around his neck. A griffin, your father had told you. A rare creature who brings wealth with him wherever he goes. Gold pours from his talons and silver from his wings.

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Park Chanyeol//Fairytale

Summary: Your cousin Minseok always holds the best parties - crazy Jongdae is there, bartender Yixing and of course, matchmaker Baekhyun who’s always trying to set you up. Maybe this time, he’s actually got it right. 
Scenario: halloween!au, fluff
Word Count: 4,895

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Best Laid Plans

SPN FanFic

~Dean tries to go all chick-flick on you but fails miserably~

Dean x Reader, Sam

2,464 Words

Warnings: Gratuitous Fluff. Smidge of Smut (Barely)

A/N: This is for @lizmalfoywayland​ who sent me the amazing idea this morning. And for @bringmesomepie56​ in trade for Sammy (we’re even now)

~Feedback is the Crack that keeps the writing coming back!~

“So any big plans for tonight?” Sam asked his brother as they both reached for the coffee pot at the same time.

Dean beat him to it and let out a victorious chuckle. “I don’t know what you’re referring to,” he lied; a mischievous sparkle overtaking his green eyes.

“Good morning!” Y/N appeared in the archway, bouncing into the kitchen and running to Dean. Careful to avoid the hot mug of joe in his hands, she leaned up on her toes to kiss him hello. Dean closed his eyes as her lips distracted him, so much so that he didn’t notice Y/N had stolen his coffee until she pulled back and took a sip.

“Hey!”

Y/N cringed. “You forgot the milk.”

“I did not. That was mine,” Dean laughed, watching her float over to the fridge with a smile. She was adorable, even right out of bed, especially right out of bed. Her hair was a mess of tangles and unruly slept-on waves, her eyes were bright but sleepy, and her voice was crackly and low. Also didn’t hurt that she looked hot as hell in his old t-shirt that hung down to her thighs, almost completely covering the tiny sleep shorts she wore.

“I would have thought you’d at least make me coffee this morning, Dean.” Y/N poured a splash of milk into the mug and turned to give Dean a chance to defend himself.

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anonymous asked:

Okay okay but like imagine inej comes back after being gone for a while catching slavers and stuff and then kaz is at the docks waiting for her and he's like I need ur help for a heist and she's kinda disappointed cuz she thought he'd be more kaz than dirty hands towards her when she got back but she's like sure I'll help but really it's all made up and he comes up with this elaborate plan for a heist but it really leads to a spot that has like a date set up or something like that

This is so adorable and all I need in my life. Kaz with a secret romantic side, I’d die. But look since Kaz is an awkward seventeen year old after all—whose most complex con is his own veneer of detachment—I imagine it differently. 

I mean this is the same kid who waited to talk to her because he didn’t know what to say. And then when he finally did he started going over plans they’d already established. The same boy who found her parents but didn’t know how to take her reaction so he started on about if things didn’t go as planned they’d be picking up her corpse instead. 

This boy has no idea what he’s doing when it comes to Inej. So imagine he tells her about a heist but it’s real. Except it’s not complicated and he could’ve done it alone. They’re only breaking into some rich guy’s place. Knowing the homeowner is out of town and there are only two men guarding the front entrance, Kaz anticipates the empty mansion. 

He set this entire thing up because he doesn’t know how to ask her out on a real date.  

While they’re there he starts to uncharacteristically linger. He appraises each piece of art in the extensive collection even though he’s not interested in stealing either of them. He just wants to hear her opinions. And when they get upstairs to rummage through the wife’s jewelry his quick lock pick fingers clasp a bracelet on her wrist while she’s not looking. When she feels the cold links draping her wrist, he walks away as if nothing happened. (Inej decides not to keep it, but doesn’t mean she isn’t flattered)

When she catches up with him she’s still blushing bright red and he’s raiding through their food. This is the most time they’ve ever spent in someone else’s place and it becomes clear to her then he’s after alone time with her, not anything in the house.

They end up sitting across from each other on the marble floor in the kitchen. With only the glow from a small candle, they pass a plate of fancy desserts, catching up on things they’ve missed.

It’s not long before the wife and kids come home and they have to leave. They climb out of a window, stumbling over the box of hibiscus that hung from the ledge. Laughing, they sprint down the street as they dust dirt from their clothes. They run all the way to Wylan’s because that’s where she plans on staying. When they say goodbye and she shifts through her pocket for her spare key, she pulls out a handful of the flowers and gasps. When did he even pick them up? How did he slip them in her pocket?

She watches him walk away, shaking her head. He turns and smirks before disappearing into the billows of smoke. She buries her nose in the flowers to breathe them in, smiling as she pushes into the house.

A-Z NSFW: Johnny

Originally posted by y-ta

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A = Aftercare  
I think Johnny is a guy that’s pretty reluctant to leave your side or anything after you’ve rolled around the sheets, so like Taeyong, unless it was some intense sex that needs aftercare, he’s the guy that just finds his shirt on the floor to wipe you both down before cuddling up with you again.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Hands down Johnny’s favorite thing on him is…his hands lol. They’re fricking huge, he relishes in knowing he’s just as capable to make you completely come undone by his fingers as he can when you’re wrapped around his cock, makes play outside of the bedroom funner, knowing when his fingers and playing around in your panties, he can wreck you just as much as in the bedroom. Funny enough, his favorite body part of yours, is also your hands. He loves holding hands, pinning them to the bed as he pounds into you, something about feeling and see the stark difference in size between you and him really gets him going.

C = Cum
Nana says he’s a freaky boy, and Nana knows best y’all. He’s very unpredictable in the bedroom, until the moment strikes, hell he doesn’t even know where he wants to finish. It’s like throwing a dart on a board full of body parts, every time it’s different, face, chest, legs, ass, in you, you name it, the list is endless.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
He guards this with his life, his heart almost ejects from his chest if one of the boys goes near his bags, with fear that someone would find it, but tbh it’s his dumb fault for taking it. Every couple ever, when the boy goes away, obvi you steal his hoodie or something that smells like him you can wear to feel close to him. Johnny? His dumb ass stole your panties for while he was away on tour. No idea why, it was a joke about jerking off with your panties but it was never a serious thing, and he’s too much of a chicken to even do it now he’s actually taken them, god forbid the boys found him with his dick in his hand, let alone with your panties too.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
The little bitch knows what a daddy kink is, his ass knows how to put his dick somewhere. I don’t look into their past with girlfriends or anything so I have no idea, but that boy knows…he knows…he knows too much tbhquit tellin exo

F = Favorite position
More often than not, sex with Johnny is morning sex, some fun with his love and it helps him wake up and be ready for his daily schedule. He’s a cuddler, morning wood exists, 9/10 sex is spooning morning sex. Plus I think he’s highly intimate, he likes holding you, so best of both worlds yo.

G = Goofy(Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Listen…we know he’s a mess. That boy is a meme on legs, I can just see him being the dummy that’s in the middle of stripping you and remembering a joke Jaehyun told him and having to pause and tell you before he forgets again, laughs his ass off telling you, then immediately returns to ripping your clothes off. He’s a meme…we know this.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
We’ve caught a lot of tummy flashes from Johnny, and his tummy is pretty clean, no trail or anything, so I think he keeps it pretty bare, or at the very least trims it really well.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Johnny’s love is more goofy. You two makes jokes about it all the time, the first time you slept together, he had gone all out like some pre-proposal sex in a movie. Candles, lighting, music, the whole shabang. It was the sweetest thing ever but it was so drastically different from your relationship that it was laughable. His level of romance is whispering over and over how perfect you are and how much he loves you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

Of course he’d much rather have you do something to him, there’s always those moments away on schedule when he’s got to handle…business himself. Johnny’s pretty loud…he’s definitely one that just sneaks off to a locked bathroom, that doesn’t do anything to hide him grunting on the other side of the door at all, and just handle the issue and impatiently wait for when he can get his hands on you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Having his hair pulled, or just played with in general. Who doesn’t want to touch his hair, that’s like ever nct fan’s goal, touch the soft johnjohn hair. But he genuinely gets off on it, he loves feeling your fingers running through his hair, gripping the locks while he’s pounding you into the bed, pulling on his hair, he’s a goner.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
I don’t think Johnny is very adventurous if there’s the slightest chance someone will walk on on you two while you’re bump n grindin, I don’t see him doing anything outside the bedroom unless he’s absolutely positive that no one will come in, like the boys being in another country kind of sure. But when he’s sure…he loves the kitchen, mainly because of the counter.  Standing sex is a pain, because of the height differences, but he loves how he can prop you up on the counter and take you every way in the book and be on the same level.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
It’s so weird and it isn’t his fault, you’ve conditioned him like this. It started as an unspoken sign that you wanted the d, when you were in public or around the boys, the little ‘hey i wanna fuck mate’ sign was you running your fingers through his hair, and tugging on it lightly. Simple, looks like a regular, affectionate touch between lovers. But now that he knows what that means, if you so much as brush his hair from his face, he pops a boner.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
We all make the jokes about the ooh daddy, and being the comfortable couple you two are, and sex is always full of giggles and fun, you had jokingly mimicked the iconic moment while he had you bouncing on his lap, and everything was put on pause. He just looked at you, said, ‘no’, and kept going like it never happened. Not his forte y’all, think again.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Like his thing with his hands, he thrives off knowing he can wreck you with anything including his tongue, his teasing of choice is going down on you, he loves feeling your thighs wrapped around his head, you clutching at his hair, using his large hands to hold your hips down from bucking against him, he loves the complete power he has over your pleasure. On the flip side, Johnny isn’t one to oppose a bj, but he’s extremely picky of how and where he gets them. He leans more to 69ing, he likes your pleasure being on the same level with his, if he’s getting a bj, he’s determined give you the same.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He’s not fast, he’s not slow, or rough, he’s…hard. Unless you say to go faster or something, generally his thrusts are just an average speed but very firm and precise.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He’s not a fan of quickies, he likes being able to lay around and spend hours going from just cuddling to light kissing to making out to touching and then finally sex. He’s very thorough with his love making, he doesn’t like leaving without knowing you’re both completely satisfied, so quickies aren’t something he likes to do. It he can’t just skip out on whatever is happening to take you back home, he just puts the thought into the spank bank for later.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Johnny’s a fun guy, we all know this. If you propose something, unless he has a firm opinion on it, he’s down to try it at least once before he makes a decision on it. In general, he’s down for anything if you both agree on it, he’s here for the wild ride.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Like I said, his sessions last for hours, so by the time it’s done, he can just restart the list and go back to cuddling, to kissing, to touching, etc, all over again. If you’ve got the time, and you’re both here for it, he can keep the circle repeating as many times as you want before you’re just a puddle of limbs that desperately need a shower and a nap.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
When the idea was presented, he had smirked and just said, ‘I’m your toy’. He’s secretly bought handcuffs that you two use every so often. He doesn’t go far into it, but you two have a small box filled with a few toys. Handcuffs, a few vibrators, and Johnny’s stupidest but favorite buy; glow in the dark condoms.”but why” “my dick looks like a lightsaber, let me live”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Sex with Johnny is very entertaining, half of sex with Johnny is teasing and giggling and just over all fun. He’s just the right amount of tease, enough to be fun but he’s not going to hold out on you that much.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Johnny is a soundtrack of his own, he’s not silent by far, he’s a full blown moaner, groaner, grunter, the whole nine yards. He’s very vocal, he enjoys letting you know how much he’s enjoying and how good he feels, just like he enjoys hearing you be just as loud.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He made you promise never to speak of it again. Goofing off while you were getting dressed, Johnny did that stupid thing where you wrap up a towel and snap it at someone, and of course you retaliated, catching him right on the ass and……..“did you….did that…you just got a boner from being spanked lmao” “shut the fuck up Y/N this never happened, do you hear me? never”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Nana says there is no way a boy of his build/height isn’t packing. In her own words, “thighs like that are built to home a good schlong”yes i hate her 2

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
I genuinely think Johnny has a pretty high sex drive, like he just carried the intense teenage boy hormones over into adulthood, if he doesn’t get some within like two days, he’s getting irritable and just itching to touch you again.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
As long as the sex took place at a time he can fall asleep, he’s up a moving just fine. I don’t think he gets worn out that easily when it comes to sex, he definitely is able to, and most often does, get up and get clean, maybe get something o eat on before sleep. It takes him a while to come down from the high and chill out again. Plus I just think Johnny is hella the dude that ends up talking about aliens for 3 hours before you have to literally tell him to shut the fuck up and go to sleep.

Rakshasa Boyfriend

I’d never heard of Rakshasa before I got some anon requests for it. Now I’m in love. For all the anons and @goodstoutcocoa who requested this!


You’ve been in the emperor’s court since you were young, your father served in his army, your mother worked in his kitchen. So you grew up knowing the ins and outs of his palace intimately. You knew every hidden passageway and secret tunnel, including the ones that ran behind the bathhouse that only his secret corps were supposed to know.

When you grew older you got a job on his staff, running various odd jobs around the palace. Soon you caught the attention of some of the emperor’s council and became a page on their personal staff. You had seen the emperor many times before, but this was your first time being so close to him. You had always admired him, not just for being a good ruler, but for his beauty.

He was bigger than you imagined, his shoulders broad, arms thick, his thick hands looked as big as your father’s shield. His fur pure white with thick white stripes cutting across it. His eyes gleamed when he was deep in thought, sharp as the sword that hung at his hip. No wonder stories about him were often so terrifying, you knew you wouldn’t want to come upon him when he was angry.

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Conceptual Devil

Author’s Note: someone stop kim taehyung 2k17
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (oc; female)
Genre: Classical Violinist!Tae; smut; au
Summary: As Taehyung’s Muse, he often calls you when he needs you the most.
Rating: NC-17 
Warnings: explicit sex; dirty talk; spanking; light edging
Word Count: 3,643

Originally posted by chimtae

When you arrive, the first, and only, sound you hear is the sound of him playing. Rigorous, frustrated, passionate, he presses against the strings with fervor, his strong arm turning the violin into thunder. His rhythm is pointed, sure, the speed of his bow against the strings wild in its fury and arresting in its perfection. Already, he is possessing you, controlling the flow of your blood with the movements of his fingers - and you are not even near enough to see him.

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Reunion

- Where Harry and Anne reunite after 6 years. 

Part 1

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Harry didn’t sleep the night before their departure.

In fact, Harry could barely sit still for the past three days from all the anxiousness inside of him. He was already packed—already had everything he needed right beside the front door—yet he still couldn’ stop fidgeting.t

It was three in the morning when Harry decided to have a makeshift date inside their apartment. Their flight was planned to leave at 7, which ultimately lead them to spend the whole night awake due to Harry’s inevitable excitement.

They were hungry and Harry needed to do something proper for Y/n, especially after everything she had done for him. But he had already done so much for her within the past two weeks that she almost didn’t let him spend so much time making them a second dinner. 

But he just wouldn’t take no for an answer and she ultimately didn’t mind. It was quite entertaining watching him cook in quick movements, occasionally laughing at the television set as Friends played quietly in the corner. It was rare for them to have quality moments like this, and although they are together for hours every day, the spontaneous aspects of their relationship died down the more they worked.

Harry had also decorated the kitchen as much as he could. With a few spare candles, a couple supermarket flowers, a bottle of cheap wine, and the small hum of from his thrifted radio—he was really setting an ambiance that made Y/n flustered.

Harry clicks off the television and turns down the lights before turning around to look at Y/n, who’s resting her cheek in her hand as she watches him in such an admirable way that Harry’s heart jumps in his chest.

The light of the candles illuminates her body in a way that almost makes her look so pure, where parts of her remain a silhouette while the rest of her glows in reflection. He feels his palms begin to sweat and feels that familiar tug in his heart when he watches her blink at him in nothing short of falling in love all over again.

He finds it humorous, really—just how much his body reacts to her after all this time.

“You’re looking gorgeous, you know.”

Even in the dim room does he notice her cheeks blush with pink. She hums softly, swiftly lifting her head from her hand and making her way from the chair to waltz over to where he’s leaning against the counter.

She snakes her arms around his waist, underneath the fabric of the apron that’s still tied to his neck before resting her chin upon his chest. Her hands rub up and down his bare back while his hands claim their territory on her waist.

“And you,” she smirks, her hands now roaming to his abdomen and resting upon the ferns inked perfectly on this skin, “you look as beautiful and handsome as ever.”

He sighs in amusement before bending down some to press a kiss upon her lips. It’s quite rough and lustful, however, it’s nothing less than passionate.

Y/n’s hands are relentless along his body and Harry knows it’s because they never have the time to have a proper date. And although what he’d set up in the kitchen isn’t practically proper, it’s the most they can make from the circumstances and Y/n can’t appreciate it enough.

“Keep touching me like that and we’ll be missing our little date.” He chuckles against her lips, “And you’ll be covered in marks when you see my mom again. Know you wouldn’t like that.”

“Wouldn’t.” She shakes her head softly, “Not asking for anything more, just—“ she sighs, her arms now slinging over his shoulders with her fingers intertwined behind his neck in hopes of somehow moving him closer than he already is, “just wanna love on you a bit.”

Her forehead is pressed to his collarbone with her eyes closed, just embracing every last bit of him. No matter how they live, they always manage to make the most out of the very little they have and she knows she wouldn’t be so content if she was living so shitty without him.

He rocks her back and forth gently between his arms, knowing very well that he’s been blessed with something much more than her love. And as much as he wants to express it, there are days he never gets the chance to, so it’s times like these he’s able to make up for all his missing affection.

“Would love to stay like this all night, love, but we have two hours until we have to make our way to the airport and I’d really love it if we enjoy our last dinner alone for the next month.”


“I can’t believe this is really happening.” He whispers, his hand tugging back the roots of his hair as they finally settle into their designated seats.

As much as Harry prepared for this moment, there was really nothing that could have prevented him from becoming so overwhelmed. He could feel the excitement burry in his bones, so much so his entire body feels as if it’s clenching as a way to relieve it.

In only four hours he’ll be in his hometown of Holmes Chapel, and in nearly five hours he’ll be right back at home, snuggled on the couch with his mum and girlfriend watching a stupid romantic comedy him and Anne always watched when he was a kid. He’s been waiting too goddamn long to live that moment and no it’s only five hours away.

Y/n giggles when his hands run down his cheeks with an open mouthed smile. She’s highly amused by how shocked he still is, despite the fact that he had a decent amount of time to wrap his head around the situation. She thinks it’s the damn cutest thing and she wants that smile on him forever; he’s never looked prettier.

“Well, you better believe it because it’s definitely happening. Just a plane ride away from being right where you need to be right now.”

He smiles softly at her before reaching over to press her against him. The armrest in their way of getting closer but neither of them seem to mind as she leans over to kiss his lips gently.

“Work so hard, you deserve this.”

“My sweets.” He mumbles against her lips, his eyes kept closed as he rests his mouth against the corner of her lips, his arms held tightly around her as he embraces the feeling of her against him—a feeling of which he could never grow tired of. “You’re my everything, you know. Don’t know what I’d do without you. Can’t thank you enough.”

“Hm” she hums graciously, shuffling to find room to scoot her body closer to his.

Her cheeks heat up at his words and the way his hands caress her body in the most delicate way possible. Her entire world is held right up against her and she’s never been more grateful to have sacrificed so much of her time for him. He deserves so much more than what he has and not a part of her doubts that for a second.

Her mouth grazes his t-shirt covered shoulder with a smile on her lips.

“You’ve thanked me enough, know you have.”

His hand makes its way to her cheek, pinching the skin softly between the pads of his fingers while her head moves from his shoulder up so that she can look at him.

“Thanked me a lot.” She chuckles.

Harry smirks, his eyes gleaming between a mix of lust and adoration as he remembers it all. Long, long passionate and lustful nights spent between their sheets, soaking each other in and Harry giving her quite literally all he had. Since spending money was no option, making love to her was the most valuable thing he could provide her with to show just how thankful he was. And even though he wanted to give her more—like a diamond ring to finalize their future or a dozen of roses every day until the departure—his love was really all he had and hearing her in pure euphoria made up for all the guilt in his chest.

Y/n didn’t want more, though. Having him was enough—spending forever with him and being there for him was really all she needed. The material didn’t matter; they were just details that weren’t needed when it came to their relationship. She knew how thankful he was—the endless tears and the constant affection showed her just how appreciative he was and she didn’t want it any other way.

His lips press to hers again, only briefly, before he rests his head back against the seat. He really doesn’t know how he’s gotten so lucky—how he ever deserved somebody like her in his life. She’s his beacon of hope in the midst of his failed and miserable life, and really the only thing that keeps him going through the continuous rough patches.

She’s his absolute everything, and he knows he’d be nothing without her.

“Loving you is the best thing I’ve ever done. Could never love you enough.” He whispers, his fingers reaching out to where her hand is placed on the armrest between them. “Don’t know how I can be without you for three weeks. Not going to get used to it, haven’t been without you for over six years now.”

Y/n’s thought about that, too. She just doesn’t know how to be on her own. There hasn’t been a night she hasn’t fallen asleep next to him and a morning she hasn’t woken up beside him, and she’s not so sure how she’ll cope with him being away for so long.

He’s succumbed every part of her life to the point where he has become her life. Outside of their apartment is nothing but obligations and dead end opportunities, whereas at home—with Harry—there’s everything she’s ever needed. She’s been with him for so long that she genuinely doesn’t know how to be away from him. And although it does sadden her, knowing that Harry will be back in his childhood home is enough to overcome the sorrow in her heart. This is the moment he’s been waiting for and she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

She closes her eyes softly as she places her head on his shoulder, making sure to run over thumb over the palm of his hand as she does so. She rubs her cheek against his skin while she lets out a quiet yawn, finding comfort against his body as her body slowly turns to rest.

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine, sweetums.” She yawns again, “Nothing’s going to be better than a month back at home. Your inner little mummy’s boy is going to go crazy.”

Harry and Y/n both chuckle at her words, both fully aware that even though they won’t be together for a while, Anne is very much well worth it.

Y/n begins to doze off against his shoulder, which Harry would normally find captivatingly endearing and would normally take it upon himself to admire her as she does so—like he always does back at their home—but staying in his seat is almost too much steadiness for his adrenaline can handle. Despite the very little to no sleep Harry has gotten the past two days, there isn’t a single part of his body that isn’t awake and jumping in anticipation for what the next four hours could bring him.

“Next stop, Holmes Chapel.”


“Holy fuck! This is it, Y/n! This is where I used to work!” Harry smiles broadly, quite nearly jumping in his seat as he points to the little town bakery he’s never shut up about.

Y/n is completely mesmerized by it all. Even though the ride from the airport to his house was no less than forty minutes, she has already seen so much of what shaped Harry into the man he is now. Between the bakery, the schools he attended, and where his favorite memories have taken place, it’s as if Y/n is witnessing the life Harry had before her.

Everything Harry has ever talked about is coming to life right before her, and her eyes water at the sight. Although Harry and Y/n have been together for a little over a year before they decided to move away, she has never visited his home town.

It wasn’t that they were necessarily that far from each other, it was just that Y/n grew up much less fortunate than Harry (and he wasn’t very fortunate, to begin with). Her parents were only ever around at night since they worked all throughout the day. Y/n didn’t have a car—or much of anything, really—so Harry visiting her was really the only option they had when it came to seeing each other.

Despite the slight travel it took for them to be together, when they were together, they were together for a while. Whether it was long weekends or even an entire week, their entire relationship was really only built in the confines of her shared studio apartment. It was enough for them, though, at the time.

So between that year spent primarily in Y/n’s hometown, she had only ever had the chance of seeing Anne whenever she had dropped Harry off or picked Harry up. Sure, their parents had met for a small dinner and Anne did visit a couple of other times, but it was nothing how this planned week was going to be with her. Even Y/n is more excited than she expected to be.

“It’s beautiful, Harry. All of this is beautiful, I can’t wait to properly meet your mum.”

“Oh, me too!” He beams. “You have no idea, Y/n! I just know you are going to be acting like best friends by the end of the week! She already loves you so much and she’s going to love you more after this!”

Harry spends the rest of the car ride talking to Y/n about his life back in Cheshire. He talks about the holidays he spent with his family, all the friends he’s made from school and all the local shops, and even talks about what it’s like at home. She finds him repeating himself an awful lot, as if his brain is operating hyperactively but Y/n doesn’t mind a bit. He carries such a love for his childhood that Y/n envies greatly, and his passion when it comes to his family and friends made her heart swell in an entirely different way.  

It’s when the taxi finally turns into his neighborhood does Harry really start to jitter. His legs keep bouncing, his hands keep moving his hair around, his breathing turns harsh, and the words he tries to speak keep stuttering from his mouth.

“We’re here!”

Before the taxi has the time to come to a complete stop at his driveway, Harry is already swinging the door open and nearly throwing himself onto the concrete. Y/n barely has time to follow after him as he begins to run to where Anne is standing by the front door.

“Mumma!”

“Harry!” Anne breathes out, tears already falling freely from her eyes as she begins to meet him halfway.

Harry’s body crashes with hers, his arms wildly moving around Anne’s back as he squeezes her against him. This is the first time he’s felt her in so long that the feeling of her holding him again mixed with her familiar scent—vanilla and cinnamon spice—is like all of Harry’s fondest memories coming back to him.

His mum is here, holding him, kissing his face like she’s never seen it before, sobbing into his shoulder with words he hasn’t heard her speak in years. The reality of it is hitting him so hard, it’s like the world around him disappears into absolute nothingness and his head begins to feel light, almost as if he feels he’s not really existing in this moment but God, he is. He really is.

He’s hysterical, cradling his mum’s head against his chest the way she did to him when he was a child. The tears from his eyes are falling upon her head and her tears are soaking through his t-shirt but neither of them care—neither of them feel it—because the only thing they feel is the overwhelming relief washing over their worries of never seeing each other again.

“Mumma!” He sobs again, his arms practically refusing to let her go, “I m—missed you so m—much, mum. I can’t—I can’t—“

“I know baby, I know.” She weeps. “I missed you so much, my darling.”


It took them twenty minutes before they decided it was time to let go from one another. Tears were still welled up in their eyes and their cheeks were stained from the fallen ones, and even through the blurry sight from the wetness does Anne notice how much Harry has changed throughout the years.

She remembers him being so much more frail, and the stable on his chin showed no sign of being before he moved. His hair is much shorter now than ever before and she has never seen her son so handsome in her entire life.

“You’ve grown up so much!” She exclaims, her hands pressing against his cheeks as she beams up at him. “Look at you, Harry! You’re such a man. You’re the man I always imagined you being and I am so proud of you.”

But I’m a failure he thinks. He’s done absolutely nothing but fail her and it’s something he’ll never be able to forgive himself for. He was her last chance of hope and he completely blew it. For her to stand in front of him and to look him in the eye and genuinely be so proud of him, Harry will never understand.

He shakes his head, though, refusing to let his negative thoughts get to him for the remainder of the trip. This is such a special time for him and he refuses to beat himself up—especially here, especially when he’s with his mum.

Instead, he diverts his attention to the woman in front of him. She’s his rock, his provider through all he’s been through, and the woman that gave him his life. He hadn’t seen her in six years and now that she is here, he notices how she’s still just as beautiful and lovely she looks—how he always remembered her being.

“But you, mum! You haven’t aged a bit! You still look not a day over thirty, I hope to God I get your genes; would be an utter blessing.”

Y/n watches fondly as Harry and Anne make up all the lost time, their nonstop giggles and soft murmurs the only things to be heard on this quiet part of town.

She smiles softly when she sees them hug for what must have been the tenth time since their arrival. It’s truly a wonderful sight to see and Y/n finds it especially heartwarming. She knew Harry has always been a mummy’s boy, but she never got to witness it firsthand, so watching the way Harry treats her—as if she truly is a delicacy—is really something else.

Y/n carefully carries her and Harry’s suitcases from the driveway to the front door, careful to not be too loud or noticeable to interrupt their reunion. She knows they wouldn’t care if she did, however, but she doesn’t want to break them from their trances.

“And Y/n!” Anne nearly screams when she sees Y/n walking in the corner of her eye.

There’s a gasp behind her words as her hands reach up to cup her mouth. The woman who captivated Harry’s heart and made all of this possible is standing right before her, eyes wide with a wide grin on her face.

She’s as beautiful as ever, with her face all natural and her hair swaying perfectly in the wind. Anne has seen Y/n plenty of times through Skype calls but they’ve never done her justice. She’s as close to perfection Anne has ever imagined and she starts to cry again as she stares at the love of Harry’s life.

Anne instantly wraps her arms around Y/n, who quickly drops the baggage she was holding to properly greet her back.

“You’re so beautiful! So much more beautiful than I remember!”

Anne pushes her away softly to get a better look into her eyes, which are gleaming with nothing but love and admiration. Anne clicks her tongue with a smile, her thumbs rubbing against Y/n’s cheek as she begins to speak.

“Thank you so much for everything that you’ve done for us. This wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you, my dear. And even though my Harry isn’t with me anymore, I am more than blessed to know he’s spending his life with somebody like you.”

Y/n lays her hands on top of where Anne has claimed hers against Y/n’s cheeks, almost as if to hold them in some type of appreciation or reassurance.

It’s calming to know that Anne doesn’t have any type of resentment toward her. Y/n has always felt like an intruder in Harry’s life, or a thief who’s taken him away from his family. Although that’s nowhere near the case, she always did have a fear that Anne would hold some tension with her.

Harry always reassured her that that’s something she never had to worry about, however, it was quite inevitable. But hearing Anne’s words in the sincerity that she spoke, all of the worries and doubts completely washed away.

“I would do anything for your son and I would do anything for his family. He is all I have, along with you, and I always put you guys first. I love him and I knew this was what he needed. I’m more than happy to have done this—for the both of you.”

Y/n leans in to hold her once again, for she has done nothing but bring positivity and love to both her and Harry throughout all the years. She deserves this as much as Harry does—if not more—and she won’t hesitate to keep her as happy as she makes them.

It isn’t long before Anne announces that she’s cooked lunch, which is waiting to be eaten upon the kitchen counter. She even grabs the suitcases before running back inside the house to finish setting the table.

“Not a real home cooked meal without a set table.” She’d always say.

Y/n and Harry are alone again. They’re standing on the patio, watching from the outside looking in on Anne moving in quick movements to make sure everything’s set in place. They giggle at her, admiring her from afar and embracing this undeniably beautiful feeling.

Y/n sighs contently before she makes the first move to go to where Anne is serving the food in the kitchen, but before she has time to even get her foot through the door, Harry’s got a hold on her wrist. He pulls her into him, where Y/n huffs from the unexpected collision of their chests.

“What are you—oh!“

His lips swallow the words she was previously speaking, his hand pushing her head right up against his so that her lips move deeper into his. He’s savoring the taste and embracing the feeling of her kisses, properly this time now that he’s not full of adrenaline.

“I fucking love you.” Harry growls when his lips are free from hers.

His fingers rake the hair from her scalp down to where the ends rest against her back, his eyes staring into her glossed ones as he keeps her close to him.

“What would I ever do without you, my love?”

Your idiot (ft. Jeongguk)

Originally posted by bangtan

Drabble Game Prompt 49. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

→ cardiopalps!jk, boyfriend!jk, cardio surgeon!jk, aka disgusting amount of fluff, sequel to cardio palps twoshot
→ 2k words, requested by my soulmate @yoongihime <3 

A/N: I highly suggest reading the twoshot first! Plus, there might be another member’s story coming out of this au “might!!1″ wink wonk enjoy


If looks could kill, Jeon Jeongguk would be on the ground and frothing at the mouth right now. 

But instead, he was smiling down at the bitch who was busy rubbing her tits all over his arm as he walked over your way in the cafeteria. Her arm was looped around his, as she hung like a koala onto him, her chest on his bicep as she hugged it toward her torso and giggled along with the other nurses who were busy chatting with your man. 

Said boyfriend, oblivious to the daggers you were mentally stabbing into his eyeballs, was in the line for the hospital lunch. It wasn’t technically all his fault for being cute. It was the reason you decided to keep him, anyway, among other things. But it bothered you a ton when other girls noticed it. 

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