#low spoon magic

[psychopomp-recital]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Let’s talk about working with the Water Element; divination, magical waters, workings and cultivating a relationship with it and its spirits.

🎶Sharing my experiences and thoughts, don’t rely on just this make your own experiences and thoughts.🎶

How do I grow my relationship with Water itself?

Begin opening yourself up to it more and incorporating it into your daily life. When I began building my relationship with it this is what I did:

To be done over a months period

Washed my hands & face with cold water when waking up and letting them air dry as much as possible.

Brushing out my hair and braiding it, picturing my hair flowing like a river with every movement of my fingers.

Beginning my day by intentionally drinking a glass of water, sitting down to really appreciate it and how it aides your body. I like cold water because you can easier feel it flow through you, I also like charging it beforehand.

Visit as many water sources as possible during this period. I am lucky enough to live by the pacific ocean and I would go and swim in it everyday to cultivate my relationship. However, if that is inaccessible for you there’s options such as sitting by a public pool, taking a bath, standing in the rain, eating your lunch by a river, etc.

While you’re spending time with water just talk to it. Tell it stories, sing it songs, ask it questions, water is living and it longs for a connection.

Record your progress throughout the month either in written journal entries, scrapbooking, or digital trackers. Just have a way for you to look back at how you’ve changed during this period.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Examples of Magic that can include water:

research topics

Magical or Blessed Waters

Baneful Folk Workings

Release / Banishing Spells

Water Plant Workings

Elemental Spirit Magic

Death Work

Charged Sprays

Travel Magic

Weather / Storm Magic

Meditation

Shell Magic (like crystal magic)

Hydromancy

Carromancy (wax in water)

Magical Baths / Showers

Glamour Magic

And Much More...

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

What can I benefit from working with water?

Regardless on where you are from, what path of life you are following or anything else we are connected by our need for water. It is not only our connection to other humans but our connection to the natural world as well. It makes up 3/4 of our planet and 60% of your body. You can get a better understanding of yourself just by going back to that fundamental need to sustain yourself with water as a life-force. The element itself is well known to be a very introspective force and most spirits representing or associated are similar (spg). When you are inviting it into your home you are inviting that connection and energy in too.

Water takes life without discrimination, just as it gives life. Working within that provides a confidence and at least in my experience a sense of balance within ones self. If you are feeling like you are being tossed by the path of life, as if you are a lone ship at a storming sea, this might be your sign to stop fighting the current and start moving with it. If you can make the waves move at your asking then what is there to stop you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Hydromancy

hy·dro·man·cy /ˈhīdrəˌmansē/

noun

divination by means of signs derived from the appearance of water and its movement.

Some argue this is the first form of scrying Hydromancy is a very useful tool. It can be done with natural bodies of water, or things like tubs, cups and bowls. It can be frustrating to begin so this is how I would begin if I were you: (works better with an established connection to water)

Go somewhere quiet and still, I prefer outside at night but do what is safe and comfortable for you.

Prepare your space and yourself however you normally would set the tone for a divination reading. Some choose to say a blessing prayer, drink a divination tea blend, or anoint themselves with particular salve or oil. I will usually ritually prepare myself (let me know if you want me to go more into this).

In a shallow dark colored bowl (or scrying bowl), pour your preferred water of choice. I usually go with waning moon water.

Relax and begin to gaze into the water. Let yourself open up to messages. Sometimes it comes as scenes of images, or a shape or even words that can come through.

Write down anything you receive to interpret later on.

If you are struggling try this ritual but use the light of a candle or the moon to interpret those shapes. Or meditate with the bowl and pour it out onto the ground and scry the shape it leaves behind.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Magical Associations

✦ Death & Life ✦ Duality ✦ Change ✦ Rage ✦ Grief ✦ Peace ✦ Creation ✦ The Moon ✦ Ice ✦ Emotions ✦ Mental Health ✦ Cleansing / Purification ✦ Storms ✦ Distaster ✦ Dreams ✦ Cancer / Scorpio / Pisces ✦ Psychic Abilities ✦ Shape-shifters ✦ Travel ✦ Corrosion

Irish Divine Beings Associated

✦ Brigid (keening mother & keeper of the sacred well) ✦ Boann (river personification) ✦ Aengus (The Young Son) ✦ Lir (sea personification) ✦ Manannán mac Lir (son of the sea)

[thewitchywitch]

Low Energy/Effort Witchcraft

Are you perpetually busy? Never have any spoons? This might be the post for you. Note that not everything here may be considered low energy or low effort to everyone, and that's okay :)

Carry a crystal around based on what you need. I have a black tourmaline bracelet that absorbs negative vibes throughout the day. I stick it on a selenite slab when I get home to cleanse overnight, then rinse and repeat in the morning.

Put a bay leaf in your wallet to attract money. If you have time, draw a sigil or a $/£/€ on it.

Dedicate anything you drink to your deities if you have any. I dedicate water and black tea to everyone and my favourite raspberry tea to Hathor. Coffee is for Caim.

Enchant your pill case so you remember to take them on time. Enchant your pills to work efficiently. ("Anxiety begone. Ye be banished" on all of my anxiety pills ✌️)

Draw a sigil on your body wash bottle to remove bad vibes or carve a sigil in a bar of soap.

Enchant your moisturizer to repel the evil eye. I fucking love this one.

Incorporate colour magic into the socks you wear (Goths who wear hot pink socks, I'm looking at you).

Enchant your charger so it doesn't break and so you don't lose it. Enchant your phone too while you're at it.

Sorry, I love enchantments--

Uhhhhh

Match those big ol jar candles to different intentions. Burn a cedar candle to cleanse/banish. Burn a cinnamon candle to draw in prosperity. Burn a citrus candle to uplift mood. This one is fantastic for broom closet witches.

Got a humidifier? Fill it up with moon water. You're welcome ;D

Politely ask the spirits of your plants to ward your space. Feed two birds with one scone this way.

Witchy social media. Scrolling on Tumblr and learning something new about witchcraft counts as witchcraft imo. Saving tarot spreads from Instagram for later counts too. Making Pinterest boards for literally anything also counts.

Keep a digital grimoire if doing it on paper costs too many spoons. I have used Google docs & drive in the past but I currently use Notion (You can copy and paste this way!)

If you still want a physical grimoire, print your stuff out and stick it in a binder or glue it in your journal. Boom. Physical grimoire

Listen to witchcraft related videos in the background while you do other tasks or chores in your home

Preparing a meal? Toss in spices that correspond with good health and drawing in positivity, or any other intention you have

Enchant your glasses to help you focus and "read between the lines" or see what wants to remain hidden (this one is a lifesaver at my job)

[witchkitch]

zaru soba + spiral quick pickle

when it comes to summer heat you just gotta eat a cucumber for dinner sometimes

(cucumber + seasoned rice vinegar + sesame seeds is a fail safe lil salad/pickle that's always good and takes like a micro spoon)

use scissors to cut green onion and avoid cutting board if so inclined to try and minimize dishes

use a nice sake in the dipping sauce if you can - super simple dishes really let quality like that shine and it keeps for like a month

very luck prosperity + longevity forward meal

[adtheeyeabove]

page 2 od Cassie angst

Hanging these right by my door, so my parents can walk in and see fucking mitski and angst on my wall.

[simplyghasel]

Water & Low Spoons Magic = Teas!

[image desscription: a glass mug with a tea bag steeping in it on a sunlit table]

Disclaimer: as I'm writing this I do have a cup of tea I'm drinking! It's ginger, to replenish my spoons

One of the low spoons practices you can do (and ofc you also find it in my PDF alongside many others!) is to brew yourself a tea.

If you want to add even more magic, you can use moon or sun water (if it's safe for drinking), but you can also rely only on the meanings of the herbs and fruits in the teas.

You can make your own blend, of course, but to really use as little spoons as possible I suggest using ready-made tea bags with one or more specific ingredients, according to the energy you want to attract!

Note: not all the ingredients need to mean something! For example, I am having a tangerine and ginger tea because of the ginger - the tangerine is also there but not linked to why I'm having it (beside the taste).

These are the meanings that I personally know & use and have learned from various sources, but I did go to Flyingthehedge herbarium to add common types of teas that I didn't know yet!

ginger: energy

lavender: relaxation and sleep

chamomile: also sleep

cinnamon: abundance, success

orange: joy

black pepper: inner strenght

pomegranate: abundance, fertility, sexuality

rose: love (self love included)

rosemary: protection&purification

tumeric: courage

mint: clarity of mind

jasmine: prophetic dreams

dandelion: psychic powers

apple: love

eucalyptus: healing & protection

hibiscus: change, loyalty, love, resistance

lemon: cleansing

strawberry: love, fertility, romance

Feel free to add other meanings you know of or types of tea you'd like to know about!

[honied-bumblebee]

🍋 Lemon sweet tea 🍋

For: happiness and energy

EXTREME low spoons edition✨️

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Store bought Milo's sweet tea

Lemon juice

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Add lemon juice (to taste) into a cup and pour the Milo's on top and give it a good stir (or shake if you just added lemon juice to the bottle) while you're stiring infuse whatever energy you have towards all the good vibes💕

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I like to make this in the mornings when my spoons are the lowest or when I don't have the energy to make a whole gallon of tea myself

[witch--tips]

WITCH TIP

Dedicate/enchant/etc candle holders if you don’t feel like going through that process for every candle you use

[mrprofessor1993]

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[iris-qt]

fake it ‘til you make it

Theodore Nott is struggling in Charms. Allegedly.

You don’t believe it for a second. This is a boy who can perform a non-verbal hex with a single flick of his wrist and the vague expression of someone trying to remember if they locked the door or not. The same boy who corrected Professor Flitwick, politely, of course, on wand movement theory last week. And yet.

Today, he’s holding his wand like it’s a fish he’s not quite sure is dead.

You stare. “What… are you doing?”

He looks at you, wide-eyed, all innocent confusion. “Trying to Levitate the damn thing. Obviously.”

You glance down at the textbook page, then back at the feather on his desk, which remains very much not levitated. It’s just sitting there. Mocking him. Like the rest of the class who already moved on to Step 2.

You raise a brow. “Did you… forget how to do literally the first charm we ever learned?”

Theo shrugs, twirling the wand between his fingers like a baton. “Maybe my grip’s off.”

He says it like he didn’t spend all of last year showing off by doing entire spell sequences one-handed. Backwards. Blindfolded. Probably while reciting Latin poetry.

You narrow your eyes. “You’re not serious.”

“I’m very serious,” he says. “Gravely. Vastly, even.” He holds out his wand. “Fix me.”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

“Fix. My. Grip,” he repeats, looking entirely too pleased with himself for someone claiming to be magically impaired. “You’re good at this. Better than me.”

You squint suspiciously. “You just want me to touch your hand.”

“Touch is a strong word.” He grins. “I prefer ‘guide with academic intent.’”

Still, you sigh and take his hand. Mostly for science. His palm is warm and annoyingly large, and for someone faking helplessness, he definitely flexes his fingers just a little when yours brush against them.

You adjust the angle of his wrist. “You’re holding it like it’s a soup spoon.”

“Maybe I like soup.”

“You don’t stir the feather into the air, you pretentious gremlin. You lift it.”

Theo leans in slightly, voice low and dramatic. “Only you could insult me like that and still make me feel like I’m being serenaded.”

You roll your eyes, cheeks warm. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I prefer ‘charmingly persistent.’”

“You prefer making my life difficult.”

He tilts his head, all slow mischief. “Is it working?”

You look down. His wand is now perfectly positioned. His grip? Flawless. Your hands are still kind of touching.

You drop them like they’re on fire.

Theo smiles, slow and lazy, like a cat who just knocked a glass off the table for sport.

“Feather’s still not floating, though.”

You glare. “I will hex you.”

[nekonaps0]

Is Your Girl Single? pt2

✦part1 part3

✦characters: second years + Trey Clover, Rook Hunt, Lilia Vanrouge

✦fem!reader

Ruggie Bucchi

The question barely leaves the guy’s mouth when Ruggie freezes mid bite of his sandwich. His ears twitch. His entire posture goes still… calculating.

“...Huh?”

He turns his head, blinking innocently. Smile sharp, saccharine.

“You askin’ if my girlfriend is single?”

The tone is polite. Dangerously so. The gleam in his eyes says he’s already planning your funeral… and billing you for the shovel.

“So lemme get this straight. You saw her with me. Me walkin’ next to her. Me carryin’ her bag. Holding her hand and everything. And you still asked if she’s single?”

Ruggie laughs. Loudly. Then leans in, voice low:

“She’s about as single as a prey guarded by twenty hyenas. Try your luck, though. I could use a new pair of shoes. Buy her something nice, shehe~”

Later, he teases you with a grin:

“Oi, next time someone tries to flirt, can I charge a fee? Love tax?”

Jamil Viper

Jamil’s halfway through stirring tea when someone taps him and casually asks if his girlfriend is single. He doesn’t react right away.

In fact, he keeps stirring, slow and methodical.

“What did you say?”

He sets the spoon down with a faint clink, then turns to face the fool with the calmness of a man about to commit murder.

“No. She’s not. And it’s incredibly disrespectful to ask me that. Especially when you know I’m with her.”

He smiles, but there’s nothing warm about it. His magic coils subtly around his fingers, crackling faintly.

“Would you like a demonstration of how un-single she is?”

The person backs off, flustered. Jamil brushes imaginary dust from his jacket, then walks over to you, casually slipping a hand into yours like it’s second nature.

“You’d tell me if someone was bothering you, right? Good. I don’t like when idiots causing trouble”

Jade Leech

The poor soul who asks Jade this question never stood a chance.

Jade hears it, smiles kindly, and tilts his head just slightly to the side like a curious bird.

“My girlfriend? Ah… you’re asking if she’s single?” He cracks a low chuckle “she’s taken. It’s a bold question. Reckless, even.”

His smile widens. The hallway seems colder now.

“Let me clarify something.” He leans in, voice velvet and venom “She is very spoken for. In fact, I daresay I’d go to extreme lengths for her. So if you were thinking of pursuing her… well. You wouldn’t get far.”

He stands up straight again, that elegant Octavinelle charm shining through.

“But truly… thank you for your interest. It’s good to know I’ve chosen someone so desirable.”

Later, you get a bouquet of mushrooms and a handwritten note that reads:

“They see what I see. But they’ll never have it.”

Floyd Leech

Oh dear. You know this is gonna be chaos.

The second Floyd hears someone ask if his Shrimpy is single, his head whips around so fast he nearly throws out his shoulder.

“HAAAAH?! What’d you just say about Shrimpy???” He leaned closer to the poor guy

“You CURIOUS if she’s single?! That’s like asking if the sun’s up when it’s burning your face off!!”

He lunges, and the poor person flinches as Floyd grabs them by the collar, holding them just an inch off the ground.

“Shrimpy’s off to the table. Got it?! I’ll squeeze anyone who tries to fish in my part of the ocean.”

Eventually, Jade has to slink over and gently pull Floyd off with an exasperated sigh.

“Floyd, we talked about threatening potential suitors with violence…”

Later, Floyd throws an arm around you and buries his nose in your hair.

“You’re not allowed to look that cute. I’m gonna have to scare off every fish in the sea~”

Trey Clover

Trey blinks slowly. He was in the middle of baking club prep when someone sidled up to him and casually asked if you were single.

He sets down the bowl of batter and wipes his hands calmly on a towel.

“You mean… my girlfriend?”

There’s a long pause.

Trey gives a warm, polite chuckle but his eyes don’t match the smile.

“Huh. That’s interesting.”

He walks closer.

“You know, I try to be a nice. Understanding. Patient.”

“But you just asked if my girlfriend is single. While she’s dating me. That’s kinda rude.”

He folds his arms and leans in slightly.

“Look. She’s not single. She’s with me. Happily. If she wanted someone else, she wouldn’t be mine to begin with. But she is.”

Later, he offers you a cupcake with heart shaped sprinkles and a soft smile.

“You’re the sweetest thing in my life. I’m not letting anyone else have a bite.”

Rook Hunt

Rook was admiring you from a distance when someone made the grave mistake of walking up to him, all casual, hands in pockets, and asked

“Hey, that girl you’re always with… she single?”

He doesn't speak at first. Just gasps…loudly. A hand goes to his chest as if he’s been shot with a poetic bullet.

“Oh là là… you ask if ma chère is single?”

His eyes glitter with disbelief and drama as he paces in a small circle like a detective processing a scene.

“You ask this while I am but a few paces from her, eyes fixed upon her like a hunter to his mark? You ask this while the sun itself dares not shine as brightly as her smile?”

You try to intervene, but it’s too late. He’s in full monologue mode.

“She is not single. She is mine, and I am hers. In this vast world of fleeting glances and hollow hearts, she chose me, and I have vowed to protect and worship that affection.”

Then he turns to the poor soul with a sharp smile, eyes glittering like polished steel.

“If your heart seeks to chase her, beware. I do not miss my mark.”

Later, he takes your hand, kisses your knuckles, and whispers in your ear

“Even if the world lined up to win your heart, my dear, I would stand at the front with a bow in one hand… and your name on my lips.”

Lilia Vanrouge

Ah, the moment the question is asked, Lilia smiles, eyes narrowing just enough to hide the centuries of wisdom and mischief behind them.

“Is she single? Hoh? That’s quite the bold question for someone still breathing.”

He chuckles softly, tilting his head.

“Why do you ask? Planning to woo her away from me?”

The guy started to mumbling excuses, clearly feeling uncomfortable under Lilia gaze.

“Ahhh, I see, I see. Well, allow me to clarify…”

Suddenly, the temperature drops. A strange aura surrounds him. Shadows flicker at his heels.

“The moment she chose me, I made a vow, I must protect her through centuries, even if the kingdoms fall. And I take down anyone who try to take her away from me…”

Then he breaks the tension with a cheeky grin and a wink.

“But do try. I haven’t cursed anyone in weeks.”

Later, when you're walking together, he casually puts his arm around your waist and hums:

“Imagine thinking you’re single. I suppose I’ll have to kiss you more often in public so there’s no confusion, hmm~?”

………………………………………………………………………….

[touhoutivations]

Ringo, if available -

I recently took up a new job and it's been really kicking me. I imagine that's how you felt on the moon to make you come to earth, similarly running from this place to that, answering demands of your superiors. How can I obtain more endless energy our species is oft known for? I'll gladly bend down my antlers for you to stick some dango on.

In a similar vein of thinking to yours, sometimes the moon is a big bright orange pumpkin this early September and I thought I would share some sentiment with moon gazing. Especially after work, it's presence is quite serene. I wish there was a way we could hang out. It would be a nice load-off.

Sincerely,

A golden earth jackalope

"ACK- THEY FOUND ME!" [ahem] "Oh, you're from Earth, all good all good."

But man, I totally get it. If you're running about from place to place, especially if you were going along with a particular system- school, a bad relationship, a lack of self-regard- even if you're trying to treat yourself better or help yourself out you can feel MORE exhausted...I wonder if that's Earth's impurity... You're on the right track though! You gotta load up of fuel, not just any ol' food but stuff that'll keep you going, and listen to your body. Turns out sustaining yourself on just dango ain't that great for Earth rabbits, and it's actually the "impure" foods of fermented or pickled stuff that's helpful for fatigue.

Also, whilst it can sound counterintuitive and may even be more exhausting at first, you gotta prep yourself before you wreck yourself. I love me a good nap, but when winter's coming, it might end up counterintuitive to just sleep all the time. You gotta keep those bones limber and moving, we got all that energy from running, and we run cuz we got all that energy! And when you rest...how do I say this without being lame, treasure it? Not in a 'oh you should be grateful you're able to sleep' but paying attention to how nice it makes you feel, seeing a breeze or feeling the warmth of a blanket...really sink your teeth into feeling the positive flow of things. No feeling guilty for how long it's been or how long it takes allowed, you give yourself permission to ~mellow~

I think moon gazing is a great idea, at first I didn't like it because it was kinda sad, but...now I see the moon differently. I see it the way Earthlings do, a presence in the sky that shifts the tides and envelopes nature with its own subtle dark light, a Mythical being...heh, and the idea that seeing the moon that way would piss the Lunar Capital off just makes that bright orange pumpkin all the sweeter~

I'll skewer some dango on, but that's for a takeaway- so have some now and enjoy it, mmkay?

[leeeedith]

STRAY KIDS reaction when they realize they're in love with you

Bang Chan 🐺

It hits him in the quiet moments. You're next to him, head resting on his shoulder as you scroll on your phone, and he's just... watching you with the softest smile. You laugh at something and show him the screen, completely unaware of the storm inside his chest. And that's when it hits. "Oh," he thinks. "I'm in love with her." He gets quiet for a second, just staring at you like you're the most precious thing he's ever seen. And when you ask, "What?" with a little smile, he just shakes his head and says, "Nothing. Just... you make me real happy."

Lee Know 🐰

He's helping you cook, and you're singing badly to a song on the radio—dramatically off-key, swinging your hips, making him laugh more than he has in weeks. You accidentally get flour on his nose, and instead of being annoyed, he grins. And in that moment, he realizes he never wants to spend his evenings without this kind of joy again. His heart stutters. "I'm so in love with you," he thinks. He doesn't say it out loud, but later, when you're not looking, he snaps a photo of you laughing—just for himself.

Changbin 🐷

He's walking you home, jacket slung over your shoulders because you forgot yours again. The air is crisp, your hand is swinging in his, and you're telling him a story animatedly. He's not even listening fully, just watching the way your eyes light up, the little crinkle at the edge when you smile. Something in his chest aches. "I'm in love with her," he realizes. He stops walking for a second and just stares at you. You're like, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" and he shrugs, blushing, "Just thinking about how lucky I am."

Hyunjin 😺

You're sketching quietly on the couch, your lip tucked between your teeth, brows furrowed in concentration. He's watching from across the room. You don't notice him—too in your own world—and that's when it hits. That he's completely, terrifyingly in love with you. That even your silence feels like home. He walks over slowly, wraps his arms around you from behind, and buries his face in your neck. "What's gotten into you?" you giggle. He just murmurs, "Nothing. Just don't ever leave, okay?"

Han 🐿️

You're sharing headphones, lying on your backs in the dark, listening to a playlist you made for him. You're humming along, totally offbeat, but it makes him smile like an idiot. He turns his head to look at you, your features soft in the low light, and suddenly the words hit him louder than the music: "I'm so in love with her." It's scary and beautiful all at once. He doesn't say anything, but he scoots closer and links your pinkies together. It's his quiet way of saying "I'm yours."

Felix 🐥

You're baking together, and you're smudged with flour and laughing like you haven't a care in the world. You give him the spoon to taste the frosting and look up at him, expectant, with that radiant smile of yours. And he just stops. He feels is heart bloom like spring. "I love her," he thinks. Not in the sweet, crush way—no, this is deep. Real. Forever kind of love. He leans in, presses a kiss to your forehead, and says, "You make everything feel like magic."

Seungmin 🐶

You're talking to a kid at the park, tying their shoelace, laughing with them like it's the easiest thing in the world. He watches you from a distance, hands in his pockets, and it hits him all at once—like a breath he didn't know he was holding. "She's it." He's never been the overly emotional type, but his chest feels full to the brim. Later that night, he'll say it softly, while you're curled up in bed, "Hey... I think I'm in love with you." And when you smile into his hoodie, he knows it's real.

I.N 🦊

It's during a grocery run. You're picking out snacks, holding two up and asking which one he likes better, completely serious about it. And he's just... standing there, realizing that even the most mundane moments feel like a dream with you. "I love her," he thinks, stunned by how simple and true it feels. He chooses a third snack and adds it to the basket, mumbling, "Let's get all three. You deserve all the good things." You just grin, and his heart completely combusts.

[luvvjayk]

jungkook, in every room you touch.

✎ by rie 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : domestic intimacy, established relationship

Synopsis : what it feels like to be loved by someone who doesn’t always say it — but shows it in every room you walk through together. soft. quiet. a little obsessive.

masterlist

✦ the rooms he loves you in

in the kitchen:

You’re barefoot, draped in Jungkook’s favorite oversized shirt, the one he insists is yours now, its fabric soft and worn, carrying the faint scent of his cologne. You’re at the stove, wrestling with a spatula, trying not to burn the eggs. The morning’s warm, light spilling in, and you’re half asleep, moving slow, a little clumsy, but wrapped in a quiet contentment knowing he’s close.

Jungkook leans against the counter, hair messy from sleep, a black hoodie making him look softer than ever. His eyes are fixed on you, warm and gentle, like you’re the only thing worth seeing in the world. He doesn’t speak, just watches, lips curving into a small, private smile, like he’s holding onto every second of this simple moment. To him, you’re not just cooking, you’re a quiet magic, every gesture pulling him closer.

He steps near, and you feel the brush of his fingers against your lower back, so light it sends a shiver through you. He’s reaching for a mug, but it’s just an excuse, you both know it. His touch stays, warm and intentional, and your breath catches, a spark igniting in your chest. He lingers, shoulder grazing yours as he pours coffee he won’t sip, too busy stealing glances at you.

“Gonna burn those,” he teases, voice low, still rough with sleep, but there’s a playful warmth in it, like he loves your chaos. You groan, scraping the eggs onto a plate, and he laughs, a soft sound that wraps around you like a warm breeze. Then, without warning, he leans down, lips pressing to your bare shoulder, slow and tender, like he’s savoring the moment. Your pulse races, and he hums a melody, a song you played days ago, one you thought he hadn’t noticed. But he did. He always does.

“Taste this,” you say, nudging your tea toward him, your voice shaky from his closeness. His fingers brush yours as he takes the mug, the touch like a whisper against your skin, sending warmth through you. He sips, nose scrunching like it’s awful.

“Poison,” he murmurs, but his eyes sparkle, and he sets the mug down so carefully, like it’s precious because it’s yours. You laugh, and his gaze softens, like your joy is his favorite sound. “You’re so pretty when you laugh,” he says, almost to himself, and your cheeks burn, a glow spreading through you.

You turn back to the stove, flustered, but he’s still there, watching with that quiet devotion, like you’re the reason the morning feels alive. You move together effortlessly, you reach for sugar, he’s already handing it to you; you drop a spoon, he’s there, picking it up, fingers grazing yours. It’s not perfect, but it’s yours, every small moment a silent vow.

Sometimes, you catch him staring when you’re not looking, his eyes tracing your smile, the way you tuck your hair back. His love is in the small things: the way he brushes a crumb from your cheek, his thumb lingering, making your pulse quicken; the way he stands close, his warmth a quiet promise. You’ll turn and find him watching, like he’s afraid to miss a single second of you. You pretend not to notice, but the glow in your chest says you do.

in the car:

Jungkook drives with one hand, the other always finding you, like you’re a part of him he can’t let go. Today, his fingers lace through yours over the gearshift, his thumb brushing your knuckles in a rhythm that makes your chest hum. The window’s down, wind tangling your hair, but you don’t mind, and neither does he. The air smells of summer, and the radio hums a song you both know, soft and familiar.

He doesn’t talk much when he drives, but his silence is full of you. His fingers tighten when you shift, his eyes flick to you at every stoplight, like he’s making sure you’re still there, still his. You skip through songs, landing on one that makes you smile, and he hums along, always the second verse, never the first or last. You asked once, half laughing, why he does that, but he just grinned, eyes crinkling, like it’s a secret he’s saving for you. You don’t push, because the way he hums, low and warm, makes your chest tighten, like he’s singing just for you.

The sun’s dipping low, painting your skin in golden light, and he glances over, lingering too long, his gaze soft and unguarded. “You’re beautiful like this,” he murmurs, like it slipped out, like he couldn’t hold it in. Your breath catches, cheeks warming, and you look away, but you can feel his smile, bright and quiet. His hand stays on yours, thumb tracing patterns, each touch a spark that makes your pulse dance.

You point out a cloud shaped like a star, and he chuckles, his thumb brushing your wrist, sending a shiver through you. You laugh at a misspelled sign, and he shakes his head, lips curving, like your joy is his favorite thing. It’s not about where you’re going, it’s about this, the moments between, where his hand holds yours, where the silence feels like a love song.

Sometimes, he’ll sing a line from a song you didn’t know he loved, his voice soft and low, and you lean closer, letting it wrap around you like a warm embrace. It’s not a show, just a piece of him he’s sharing, and it makes your chest glow, your pulse quicken with

how much you adore him. Every drive is a collection of these moments, small but endless, his touch making the world feel softer, brighter.

in the bedroom:

The bedroom is your sanctuary, soft and quiet, just you and him tangled in sheets, laughter still warm from a silly moment you’ve already forgotten. A slow song drifts from another room, its melody wrapping you both in a gentle haze. Jungkook’s fingers trace your spine, slow and careful, like he’s mapping every curve of you, committing you to memory. You’re close, cheek pressed to his chest, his heartbeat steady, a rhythm that makes your whole body hum.

He kisses your neck, tender and unhurried, his lips lingering like he’s savoring every second of you. It’s not rushed, just soft, like he’s afraid you’ll fade if he moves too fast. You turn to face him, and he exhales, a quiet sound that feels like a confession. His eyes hold you, dark and warm, making your breath catch with the weight of his gaze. “You’re everything,” he whispers, like it’s a truth he’s been carrying too long, and your chest tightens, overwhelmed by how much he means it.

You brush a strand of hair from his face, and he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut, like your hand is his anchor. It’s a small moment, but it feels like the world, like you’re holding his heart, and it’s beating just for you. He doesn’t say I love you, doesn’t say stay, just presses his forehead to yours, his breath warm against your lips, and the quiet says it all.

You fall asleep tangled, his arm draped over you, his breath soft against your shoulder. When you wake, he’s still there, holding you like he’s never let go, like he never will. These nights are your haven, where he’s just yours, open and unguarded, every touch a promise. You’ve spent countless nights like this, wrapped in each other, every breath a shared secret, every glance a vow.

Sometimes, you wake to find him watching you, eyes soft and warm, like you’re a dream he’s afraid to lose. “What?” you murmur, voice thick with sleep, and he just smiles, pulling you closer, kissing your forehead like it’s enough. And it is. It’s his way of saying everything he feels, and it makes your chest glow, your pulse race with how much you love him.

at parties:

He doesn’t cling, doesn’t hover, but he’s always there, eyes on you like you’re the only star in a crowded sky. The party’s loud, music and laughter swirling, but he’s your quiet anchor, leaning against a wall, drink in hand, watching you like you’re his favorite melody. You catch his gaze, and he smirks, lifting his glass in a silent I see you. Your breath catches, a warmth blooming in your chest, but you play it cool, even as his stare sets you alight.

When someone laughs too close, their voice too loud in your ear, he’s there, arm slipping around your waist like it’s always belonged there. “Having fun?” he murmurs, voice low, just for you, his breath brushing your ear. Your pulse quickens, and you nod, leaning into him, feeling the steady warmth of his body. He presses a kiss behind your ear, soft and private, not for the crowd, just for you. It’s his way of saying mine, and it makes your chest hum, your skin tingle with how much you want him.

He’s not possessive, not in a heavy way. It’s softer, like you’re a piece of his heart he’s guarding with every glance. You move through the crowd, and he’s never far, his eyes keeping you close, making you feel safe, cherished. You laugh with friends, and he watches, his smile soft, like your happiness is his own.

Sometimes, when the music slows, he pulls you to a quiet corner, his hand finding yours, tugging you close. He sways with you, not quite dancing, but close enough, his arms around you, lips brushing your temple. Your chest tightens, and you rest your head against his, feeling his heartbeat, steady and sure. It’s not about the party, it’s about you, about the way you fit together, about the way he looks at you like you’re his entire world.

on bad days:

When you fall apart, he’s there, gathering you without a word. You’re a mess, tears stinging, and he pulls his hoodie over your head, the fabric warm, smelling of him. Your fingers clutch his shirt, like he’s the only thing holding you together. He doesn’t ask what’s wrong, doesn’t try to fix it with empty words. He just holds you, steady and warm, letting you break without judgment.

He lies beside you, breathing even, hand on your back, tracing slow circles, a rhythm you can follow when the world feels too heavy. Your breath hitches, and he pulls you closer, his arms a safe haven, his warmth sinking into you. “Breathe,” he whispers, lips against your shoulder, soft and grounding. Your chest glows, not from pain but from the way he holds you, like you’re his to protect. And you breathe, because he’s there, because he makes it feel possible.

He stays, quiet and unwavering, his presence a light in the dark. He makes you tea, knowing you won’t drink it, just so you have something to hold, something to ground you. He sits with you, letting you lean into him, letting you cry or be silent, whatever you need. His love is in the way he stays, in the way he doesn’t flinch, in the way he looks at you like you’re still whole, even when you feel shattered.

These days show his heart most clearly, the way he loves you without conditions, without expecting you to be anything but you. It’s in the way he tucks your hair behind your ear, the way he kisses your forehead when you’re too tired to speak, the way he holds you until the world feels softer, safer.

Jungkook’s love is a gentle melody, woven through every room you share, every touch, every glance. He doesn’t say I love you often, but you feel it in the way his hand finds yours, the way his eyes light up when you smile. It’s in the mornings when he watches you fumble with breakfast, his laughter soft and warm, making your chest glow. It’s in the drives where his fingers lace through yours, his touch a promise that makes your pulse dance. It’s in the nights when he holds you close, his breath a rhythm that lulls you to sleep.

His love is in the small things: the way he brushes hair from your face, his touch so gentle it makes your breath catch; the way he hums your favorite song, like it’s a secret he’s kept for you; the way he stays when you’re falling apart, his arms a home you didn’t know you needed. It’s not loud, not grand, but it’s everything, a love so deep it makes your chest hum, your skin tingle with every moment.

Wherever you go, Jungkook is there, his love etched into every corner of your life. It’s in the way he looks at you, like you’re his beginning and end, like you’re the song he’ll never stop singing. It’s in the way he holds you, like you’re a treasure he’ll guard forever. Your breath catches, your pulse races, because this love, this quiet, steady, glowing love, is yours, and it feels like forever.

authors's note :

i just know this is how jungkook would love. not loudly, not all at once but in every small, unspoken thing. the kind of love that lingers.

this was my first fic i wrote with no intensions of posting but i had to if you felt anything reading this reblog, heart it ,it would mean a lot to me!! or drop me a rec or idea to spiral into next. i’d love to write more softness like this. thanks for reading 🤍 drop a 💌 in the comments to be added in my taglist!

— rie ♡₊˚.

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[beloveds-embrace]

(pure self-indulgence of john price x soldier reader who wants him to wife her up)

John Price was a patient man. He had to be. Patience kept a team alive, kept a mission from going sideways, kept him from losing his head when the lads were being their usual insufferable selves. But you- well, you tested that patience in ways he hadn’t quite prepared for and now found himself in uncharted territory.

Not because you were difficult. Quite the opposite, really. You were a damn good soldier, disciplined and capable, but it was the way you looked at him. That gaze of yours, soft and knowing, like you already had him figured out before he even had the chance to deny it. It was dangerous.

And then there was the not-so-secret weapon- your cooking.

You weren’t supposed to be good at that. No one in the 141 was. Every meal they had was either military rations, some god-awful attempt by Soap to make something “edible,” by recreating his mama’s recipes, or takeout from whatever half-decent place they could find near base.

But you? You had magic in your hands.

You always took the chance to cook for them when things were slow, when downtime stretched long enough for you to raid the kitchen. And the men adored you for it, unsurprisingly. Gaz practically worshiped you after the first time you made homemade shepherd’s pie. Soap had sworn his loyalty over a plate of stew, would’ve gone on his knees to beg for more if Ghost hadn’t grabbed him by the back of his neck and hauled him up, and speaking of Ghost, usually so unreadable and distant, he was a bit softer when you handed him a warm meal without expecting anything in return.

And John?

Well, he wasn’t a fool. He saw the way you lingered when you handed him his plate, fingers brushing- and the way you leaned against the counter and watched him eat with that same soft look in your eyes. And God help him, but it did things to him.

You had a way of making him want things he’d long put aside- comfort, warmth, a home. Distant thoughts of a cozy house, the pitter-patter of children running about.

So when you sighed one evening, all absent-like as you stirred a pot of chicken soup to battle the cold weather outside, and said, “Y’know, I always wanted to be a housewife.”

It damn near broke him.

John had been watching you, as he often did when you got like this, domestic and content. He knew you hadn’t joined the military out of passion. You were good at it, yes, but you never had that same unwavering devotion to the life like the others did. You fought like hell, but there was always something wistful in the way you looked at the world outside the battlefield.

And now he knew why.

You wanted a home. A real one. Not just barracks and safe houses and temporary quarters, but a place that was yours. A kitchen where you could cook for the sake of it, not just to keep the team from poisoning themselves. A space where you could just be, without the weight of duty pressing down on you.

John wasn’t an idiot. He knew what you were doing, the way you peeked at him from beneath your lashes, the way you said it so simply, like it was just a passing thought and not something you wanted him to hear.

Like you wanted him to do something about it.

And fuck if he didn’t want to.

The rest of the team was too busy inhaling their food to notice the way he set his spoon down at last, watching you with that keen, thoughtful look that had sent men running before- and yet you merely preened silently.

“Think you’d make a good housewife, then?” he asked, his voice low and steady.

You turned to face him, your own spoon pausing, and tilted your head, feigning innocence. “You tell me, Captain.”

John exhaled slowly, glancing around the room. The others weren’t paying attention, too preoccupied with second helpings and quiet conversation. His gaze flicked back to you, and you gave him that look- the one that could make any man fold.

And God help him, but he folded.

“Finish up here,” he murmured, voice just for you. “Then come see me.”

You didn’t say anything, just turned back to your plate with a small, knowing smile.

John Price was a patient man. But even patience had its limits.

[simplyghasel]

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Witch Growth Challenge Day 9: Color Clothes Magic & Other

p.s. very low spoons friendly!

[Image description: my arm while I'm wearing a yellow hoodie; my hand is on the steering wheel and you can see part of it;]

p.p.s. obviously I took the picture when I was parked!

Today I had my second shift of volunteering with bunnies! While I do enjoy the work, I am also very much autistic and I need to take care of my spoons and sensory issues. Physically speaking, I took care of resting enough yesterday so I wasn't tired today, while witchy wise I did three things:

Wore a yellow sweater for a bit of color magic (yellow is joy & vitality & energy) + did an energy bubble around me before going out + carried with me the spell jar for new things that I made for the first volunteering shift (it's for gounding and energy)!

what I used:

For the color magic:

Yellow hoodie

For the energy protection bubble:

nothing, I visualized it!

For the spell jar:

this spell jar

tip jar readings always open!