Becoming a more active practitioner through everyday magic
years ago if you asked me what it took to be an active magical
practitioner, I would have told you that it took spells upon spells
cast, rituals every weekend, elaborate offering ceremonies, and so
on. If you had told me about “everyday” magic, I would have
pouted and complained that it wasn’t “real” enough. Shame on me!!
the truth is, you can be a “practitioner” without formal spells,
rituals, and ceremonies. What makes us practitioners, seekers,
whatever you like to call it isn’t the activities, but the beliefs. I
also don’t want to make it seem like you must be cramming lots of
magic in to your daily life to be a proper practitioner; it is quite
alright to be a nonpracticing practitioner, and that is a completely
some of us would like a little more active practice in our daily
lives. After all, we have been given a magic wand. What is the fun in
letting it collect dust in the cabinet? I think doing practical,
everyday magic is loads of fun. It also has the added benefit of
giving you practice and experience outside of big spells and rituals
which many people don’t have the time, energy, or supplies for.
do I mean when I say everyday magic? I mean putting small amounts of
magical energy behind mundane actions to turn them in to magical
actions. When done regularly throughout the day this can turn a
regular day in to a very magical one. This kind of everyday magic can
be done again and again in any situation that you like, to help
support you, ease your burdens, and improve your quality of life.
situation can be made magical, from drinking your morning juice to
taking a walk down the sidewalk. It is up to you, as a practitioner,
to decide when and where you are going to take “everyday” and add
the magic. I will give several generalized spells below that you can
adapt to everyday situations.
Magic in to Liquids
for tea, coffee, beverages, soups, elixirs, etc.
magic will take effect once the liquid is consumed. Or, the liquid
may passively give off the effect in to the room.
a wooden or metal spoon; metal conducts energies more easily. You may
also use your pointer finger on your right hand if you prefer.
imagine what magical effect you would like to occur. In my morning
coffee I like to stir bravery and boldness. For you, perhaps you
would like to stir in peace or calmness (the opposite of anxiety). In
a hearty soup you may wish to stir happiness and coziness. In a brew
meant to affect the ambiance of a room, perhaps a general positive
energy or cleansing vibration is best.
the spoon or your finger and stir the brew clockwise, while vividly
imagining the effect you want to take place. Imagine that this effect
is literally being stirred in to your liquid, just as if you were
stirring cream in to it. At a certain point you will feel as if this
magic is complete, but if you doubt yourself, rest assured the spell
is complete after nine stirs.
you must seal the spell. You can say “so mote it be.” I like to
clap or snap my fingers. Immediately consume the beverage or set it
aside to allow its ambient effects to take place.
you prefer your liquid to take something away, stir it
counter-clockwise. For example, to cure anxiety, stir clockwise for
peace, or counter-clockwise to reduce anxiety itself. Do not combine
clockwise and counter-clockwise stirring in the same liquid.
energies to either fill a room or be dissipated.
deeply and be acutely aware of what energies are inside of you. Maybe
you are filled with beautiful energies that you want to share with
the world. Maybe you are filled with negative energies that need to
be released so you will feel better.
you are filled with negative energies, try going outside if possible
or in to an open space where the air and winds can help dissipate
again. As you inhale with focus, energies will be drawn towards your
lungs where they can be naturally expelled. Inhale until you feel
very certain that the energies are in your lungs and ready to be
you are prepared, take a final deep breath and imagine the energies
are scooped up on the air in your lungs, ready for transport. As you
exhale, do so deeply, so that there is not one trace of air left in
you are exhaling negative energies send a wish on your breath that
the winds dissipate your energies and neutralize and purify them. If
you are exhaling beautiful energies for others to enjoy, just let
and exhale several more times until you feel clean and purified.
excellent way of dispelling negative energy is to exhale through
pursed lips, like how people do when they’re pissed off. That is a
real magical technique of releasing negative energies and stress. I
do it often at work, and it really helps.
you want to try something more advanced, this technique also works
with talking and singing.
Substances to Your Body
energies directly to your body or clean away negativity.
you are using soap, lotion, makeup, or any substance that is added to
your body, try this brand of magic.
intensely visualize what you want to occur. It could be a beauty
spell to clear skin and make it soft and delicate. It could be war
paint to make you stronger, or a mask to glamour yourself. As you
hold your cleanser/lotion/etc., you must simply believe
that when you apply it, the effects you desire will take place.
in clockwise circles to bring things (beauty, power, grace,
protection) and counter-clockwise circle to take things away
(blemishes, fear, clumsiness). If circles do not apply to what you
are doing (as is the case with spritzing on perfume or applying
eyeliner) do not worry about it, just do your thing along with
you are done applying your substance, seal this spell by saying “so
mote it be” or any other closer you use. If the substance requires
rinsing off, as is the case with soaps, do so after the closing.
type of magic can be used when applying lotion, soap, cleansers, hair
products, makeup, perfume, cologne, body sprays, etc.
to make an everyday object magical in the short term.
quick enchantment won’t last long but depending on your level of
skill it should be good for an hour or two. Remember that the magical
enchantment should reflect the mundane uses for the object. Use your
glasses for an enchantment to see lies, or your shoes for an
enchantment to stand strong.
the object and vividly imagine what you want to happen. Find a center
of power within yourself – for many it is the solar plexus or
your imagination, visualize that some of that energy comes out
through your hands and in to the object you are holding. Wildly and
with an iron-clad will, truly believe that the object you are holding
is being infused with magical intent. Absolutely see
within your mind that what you desire to occur will occur when you
use the item. There is no question about it – your enchantment will
soon as you feel the true faith that your object is enchanted, seal
the spell by saying “so mote it be” or your preferred method of
sealing. Wear, use, or otherwise interact with the object as normal
and its enchantments will take effect immediately.
Someone Please tell me how to make slime..... I just tried for 3 hours and I wasted all my glue and none of it worked and now I'm crying. What the Hell is borax
making slime took me a while too! here’s how i make fluffy slime
-glue (i use elmers)
-foaming facial soap
-food coloring (optional)
-borax (borax is a powdered cleaning agent that can be found at cvs and most grocery stores)
- create activator by adding a few teaspoons of borax into warm water and stirring until it dissolves
-mix shaving cream, foaming facial soap, lotion, and glue (i use about a 3:2 glue: shaving cream ratio, a pump of foaming facial soap per ounce of glue (though don’t worry about eyeballing it!) and one or two pumps of lotion)
-add food coloring to the glue solution if you want
-add the activator a little at a time !! you have to be super careful not to add it too fast or your slime will get super hard
-as the slime starts to form, start to poke/knead it
-if your slime is too firm, knead in more lotion. if it’s too runny, add a little more activator
ok so… valentines day gon b on the back burner for the love of my life’s birthday. what a blessed day, honestly. ok so, i give u a list of gifts smh gave my son at various birthday events:
bitty: obviously bits is gonna bake some bomb ass pastries and shit but in addition he pulls nursey into a bear hug and tells him how blessed he is to have nursey in his life and how much he loves him and how much he means to the team & everyone around him. its emotional and nursey cries and eats A Lot of cookies.
tango & whiskey: a very badly sung version of las mañanitas with whiskey playing the guitar and tango playing the trumpet (whiskey only knows how to play las mañanitas on the guitar & tango hasnt played the trumpet in 8 years) and also some coconut flavored rum (this is all also at like 8am so nursey hates them lowkey).
lardo: a little acrylic painting of nursey @ the pond with some duckies titled “the simple things in life” & a packet of those silvery temporary tattoo shits which she artfully places on various parts of his body so that he looks like cochella vomited on him.
ransom & holster: they treat him to lunch & give him a suffocating group hug. also they give him an all access pass to piggyback rides for the day (mostly from holster bc nursey has a baby crush on ransom that makes him all fluttery inside n shit). ransom also gets him a white and black nyc snapback that matches his own black and white nyc snapback.
shitty: 2 blunts rolled with care & some quality shit & a pastel pink hoodie with “black excellence” on the front in white
jack: signed falconers hat, and a basket of little things; nice smelling organic soap, lavender scented candles, lotion, kale chips (?), a led zeppelin cd (??), & a very old copy of pride a prejudice (???)
dex: a song about him that dex wrote himself. a pinky/blue succulent. a grey beanie. a couple of those fidget toy things. a fountain pen with his initials on it. a hand made wooden box to hold things in. a very warm, manly embrace filled w/ love.
chowder: orchestrates his birthday party. blonde by frank ocean on vinyl. a plane ticket to california. a nice leather bound journal. the most intense cuddling & netflix marathon ever.
“Rick,” You moan as he slides his fingers in and out of you, the warm water of the shower running down your back. “If you keep going like that I’m gonna cum.”
“Well we don’t want that, do we?” He smirks, removing his fingers from you. He bends you over in front of him, and enters you slowly.
“Fuck.” He groans, starting to go faster. He grabs on to your hips for stability and throws his head back in pleasure.
Ever since last night, you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other. After your little session on the couch, you two took it upstairs to your bedroom. You had tried to convince him to go home after that because you knew that Carl would be looking for him. Rick had none of it. He just pulled you in closer to him, wrapping his arm around you while kissing your head. The two of you fell asleep like that, in each other’s arms. Now, it was the next morning, and you two were having shower sex.
Rick says he’s getting as much of you can he can, “trying to make up for lost time.” Secretly, you thought it was just because he hadn’t had sex in over five years, so he’s just a very horny man. You were not complaining- he was definitely satisfying your needs.
“I love you so much, Y/N.” He pulled out of you once he finished, giving you the biggest smile you’d seen him wear in a long time.
“I love you too, Rick.” You pulled him into a kiss. “But you’ve been here all night. Everyone’s going to think you died or something. I’m sure Carl is probably freaking out.”
“Trust me, I think they know where I am. You didn’t exactly scream my name quietly last night.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You make a face as you step out of the shower, grabbing a towel. “I hope no one says anything. I’ll die of embarrassment.”
“I wouldn’t count on it.” He wraps a towel around his waist. You look up at him in awe. He’s such a handsome man. The way his hair curls when he lets it grow out too long, his growing in beard, his eyes…
“Is there something on my face?” He frowns, looking into the mirror.
“No. Just admiring you.” You admit, blush creeping through your cheeks. You grab the brush off the counter and begin to brush your hair.
“I’m nothin’ special, not really.”
“You know that’s bullshit.”
“Maybe.” He laughs. “Honestly, Y/N, I haven’t felt this happy in a long ass time. All because of you.” He pulls you into another kiss. He tries to deepen it, but you pull away.
“We have to get to breakfast with Carol and the group, and then I have my run. We have to go.” You say, but he just pulls you closer again, kissing your neck.
“Rick,” you breathe out. You let yourself enjoy it for a moment before stepping back to reality. “We have to leave.”
“Fine.” He groans. You walk to the bedroom to put on new clothes, and he puts on the clothes he wore over yesterday.
“You might want to head back over to your house before going to Carol’s.” You mention as you slide on your jeans, buttoning them up at the top. “Don’t need to get more shit from them than we already will.”
“You see, the key word there is ‘already will.’”
“I hate when you’re right.”
“I always am.” He pulls his white shirt over his head, muscles flexing in his arms.
“You’re also cocky as shit, did you know that?” You tease as you walk out the door, the warm sunshine hitting your face. It was a relatively nice day, not quite as unbearably hot as the day before.
“Nah.” He responds, staying right by your side as you walked. You walked up to Carol’s house, seeing everyone inside.
“Morning, lovebirds.” Glenn smirks as you two enter the house.
“Oh, shut up Glenn.” Rick laughs. “You aint one to talk.”
Carl looked super uncomfortable at this conversation. Me too, buddy, me too.
“So, uh, how was watch last night, Maggie?” I tried to change the topic of conversation, desperate to end the awkwardness.
“Pretty uneventful. Nothing exciting happened. How was your night?” She asked, lifting her eyebrows. Everyone looked at you in anticipation.
“We’re together now, just to get that out of the way. Y’all can stop asking about it now.” Rick answered for you.
“Well it’s about damn time. The two of ‘ya look at each other like lovesick puppies enough.” Daryl huffed.
“Whatever, Daryl. When are we leaving?” You take a bite of the toast on the table.
“Whenever you’re done.” He shrugs. “We need to clear the place out as much as possible and take whatever we find. Nothing in specific.”
“If there is un-raided Victoria’s Secret, I think I might scream.” I finish my toast. Daryl gets up out of his chair, grabbing his crossbow.
“Let’s go.” He huffs, walking out the door.
“Come over when you get back, alright?” Rick kisses you as you start to follow Daryl. “Be safe. Use your knife as much as possible. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Rick, I’ve been with this group long enough to know what to do. I’ll be fine.”
“Maybe I should come with.”
“Rick,” you say once again. “I can take care of myself, plus I’ve got Daryl with me. You’ve got too many responsibilities here.”
“I just don’t want anything to happen to you. I just got you.”
“I’ll be okay.” You kiss his cheek.
You head outside to meet Daryl on the street.
“Took you long enough.” He said, motioning for you to get on the back of his motorcycle. You slide on, putting your arms around him, and he drives off.
The ride there was a little far, but not unbearable. The wind you felt from the fastness of the motorcycle felt good. You liked riding on Daryl’s motorcycle, although you’d never told anyone that. Something about it excites you. It was exhilarating.
“Outside’s clear.” Daryl noted. You got off the bike, him doing the same. The mall wasn’t very big, but it was something. You pulled your knife out of your pocket and walk inside the door, ready for anything.
You were inside of a food court. There were a few straggler walkers coming towards you two, but Daryl shot them down before they could get anywhere close.
“Look to see if any of these food places have any canned food options. I know food is pretty abundant now, but it doesn’t hurt to have extras.” You tell Daryl.
“You been hangin’ out with Rick too much.” He mumbles. You roll your eyes, ignoring him and going behind the counters to see what the options were.
The food court was a bust. You two didn’t find any food worth taking, and you went your separate ways to go through the stores of the mall.
You find a Bath and Body works that still has some things left in it. You grab soaps, lotions, candles, and perfumes. You also grab a ton of different types and sizes of clothing from the stores you went through.
You were about to leave and find Daryl when a Victoria’s Secret catches your eye. The store still had most of their items- I guess people didn’t think they’d need lingerie in the apocalypse.
“Rick would love this.” You say out loud, holding up black lace bustier with a matching black thong. You shove it into your own separate back, hoping no one finds it. It really was quite sexy.
You walk out of the store, looking around for Daryl. You find him in the pharmacy store, looking intensely at something on the shelf.
“What’s up?’ You ask him. He jumps away, not noticing you were there.
“Nothin’, um, let’s go.” He says quickly. You raise your eyebrows at him but decide not to question him about it.
You look in the mirror, admiring your reflection. The outfit you got from Victoria’s Secret looked really good, and you knew that Rick would like it.
He didn’t get to see you dressed up often. Yeah, there was that one night at the welcoming party, and you certainly look better now that you’ve arrived in Alexandria. But you still dressed in jeans and t-shirts every day, and that’s not sexy. This? This was sexy.
You slide your jeans and a baggy t-shirt over your outfit so you could walk over to Rick’s house. Just as you’re about to knock, the door opens and Carl stands there smiling at you.
“Hey, how was the run?” He let you in.
“It was good. Got clothes for some people and some extra medicine. What’d you do today?”
“She’s too cute.” You gushed. “Anyways, where’s your dad?”
“He’s in the shower, he’ll probably be out in a minute. He’s been an ass all day, been worried sick about you.” He laughs. “He cares about you a lot, you know.”
“Yeah, I know.” You smile.
“I’m gonna go hang out with Enid. Judith is with Carol, I’ll pick her up on my way back.” He seemed rushed to get out of the house.
“Carl, I don’t want you to feel like you have to leave the house just because I’m here.”
“You’re not. I just want to hang out with Enid, that’s all.”
“Oh.” I caught on. “Well… Have fun.”
He practically ran out the door. You laughed and went upstairs. You hear the shower still running, and you open the bathroom door slowly.
“You’re back early.” He says over the shower.
“Yeah, it was a small mall.”
“Is Carl gone?” He turned off the shower and poked his head out of the curtain.
“He is. By the way, I heard you were bein’ a dick today because you were worried.” I frown, handing him his towl.
“Just saying you didn’t need to be. I’m fine, just like I told you I would be.”
He wrapped the towl around his waist and stepped out from the shower. “I’m never gonna stop worrying about you, so I’d get used to it.”
He brings you into a kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him closer. He’s about to take off your shirt when you stop him.
“Wait!” You shout, surprising him. “Go wait in the bedroom.”
“Just do it!”
He gives you a look before walking to the room. You close the bathroom door behind him, and look in the mirror. You take off your jeans and your shirt, revealing your outfit. You let down your hair so it falls down your back.
“Okay, close your eyes.” You yell down the hallway.
“Y/N, this is ridiculous-“
“Close your eyes!” You giggle.
“You been hanging around me too often.” He grumbles, but closes his eyes anyways. You walk in front of him and put his hands on your waist.
“Open them.” You whisper in his ear.
He opens his eyes and they go wide. You can see his towel start to raise a little bit, giving you a boost of confidence.
“I take back what I said earlier. This is not ridiculous at all.” He stares at you. “You’re so sexy.”
You crawl on top of him, kissing his neck and grinding your hips. You suck on his neck a little bit, leaving a mark.
“Fuck, Y/N.” He flips you over, him on top now. “I need to these off, now.” He slides your thong down your legs. “But this?” He points to your bustier. “This is staying on.”
He pins your legs to the bed as he kisses your thighs, making you squirm. His lips felt so good on your skin. His mouth finally reaches your clit, making you moan.
“Yes,” you breathe out. He goes faster, putting his finger inside. He always seems to know exactly what you want. His tongue circles around, his fingers going in and out at a fast pace, making the heat build up in your stomach. You grind your hips involuntarily against his face, which just makes him smirk and go faster.
“Riiiiick,” you moan out as your orgasm ripples throughout your body.
“Yes, baby?” He comes up from between your legs. You get on top of him once more, kissing his neck and trailing down his toned stomach. You reach his hard dick and swirl your tongue around his tip before slowly taking in his length down your mouth.
“Y/N,” He moans your name, and you start to bob your head faster, using your hand to help you out.
“I’m gonna cum in your mouth if you keep on doin’ that.” He manages to get out, which just makes you go faster. You feel cum shooting out of his tip and into your mouth. You pull away and somehow manage to swallow it all.
“That fuckin’ outfit, I swear to God.” Rick pants.
“Glad you liked it.” You crawled up next to his chest. He uses his free hand to play with your hair. “I love you.”
Characters with extraordinary senses come up a lot. Maybe your character is of supernatural or alien origin, or maybe they were just born with a genetic quirk. Maybe they have a sensory disorder that only makes their hearing seem extraordinary. There are lots of reasons why a character might have extraordinary senses and a lot of different ways those senses might be put to use, but here are some of the drawbacks you might consider when writing a character who has a super sniffer, excellent eyesight, or high-quality hearing!
Sight: If your character has super sight, chances are that they can see farther and more clearly than anybody else, which is pretty cool except that the human eye can still only really focus on one thing at a time…so your character might want to be careful not to get distracted when they’re, say, crossing the street. If they’re watching a burglary occur a thousand yards away, they might not notice the car that just whipped around the corner behind them. Other super-drawbacks might include heightened sensitivity to light, color, or movement - and you have to remember that nobody can see three-hundred-sixty degrees at all times, so your character is probably going to have a blind spot (unless they’re an owl). Also, they may frequently look like they’re staring off into space when they’re really just watching something very intently.
Hearing: Have you ever been standing in a crowd of people who are all talking at the same time? Now imagine if you had super hearing! It can be hard to pick out individual pieces of information or even follow a single conversation when you can hear everyone in a six-block radius…and it’s not just conversations. You can also hear every car, every pet moving around, every jingle of a key, the air moving through the vents, and so on and so forth. This is another one of those abilities that may make it look like your character is just really easily distracted - it’s not that they don’t want to pay attention to their friends, it’s just that they’re playing “name that tune” with a radio four blocks to the southeast!
Smell: Think about your shower routine, whatever it might be. How many scented products do you layer on your skin? Soap, shampoo, conditioner, lotion, deoderant, maybe perfume or cologne, shaving cream or aftershave - the list goes on and on. If you had a super nose, you might be able to smell every single layer a person was wearing, and that kind of assault on the nose could be eye-wateringly overwhelming. Consider your reaction to someone wearing strong perfume! There are a lot of other types of smells in the world too, from cut grass and shoe polish to rotting garbage…and a lot of bodily functions have smells too: passing gas, excrement, or urine, menstruation, or sweating, for example. Your character might even be able to smell disease. This type of character might have to wear a mask or a scarf over their face to dull their super-sense, which might give them an odd appearance, but just imagine how much weirder it would look to be standing on a street corner sniffing at the air when all anyone else can smell is car fumes.
Taste: What’s the strongest flavor you’ve ever tasted? Maybe it was something fishy, or spicy, or sour. Everyone’s answer is bound to be different, but imagine if every single thing you ever ate or drank tasted that strong. Eventually you might get kind of tired of it and start preparing food that is more bland, right? Alternately, imagine if nothing ever just tasted like itself to you: you’re eating a french fry, but instead of tasting “french fry” you’re tasting potato, salt, oil, the metal of the fryer, the latex in the gloves used to scoop them into the paper tray, the paper tray itself…that would be pretty overwhelming! The major drawback to super taste is that your character might have trouble eating out or eating in front of other people. When you taste a lemon, your face puckers up…just think of how much more sour it would taste with a super tongue!
Touch: Did you know that every day you suffer a million tiny hurts and your brain just ignores them so that you can keep on functioning normally? If you had an enhanced nervous system, that might not be the case. Think about the number of tiny things we ignore every day: actions like walking, scratching, accidentally biting your tongue, or blinking could hurt pretty bad if you were super sensitive to touch! People with super touch might have a hard time getting comfortable all the time, and they might have to deal with not liking the feeling of clothes, being annoyed with air moving over their skin, or being extra-sensitive to physical contact. If a hug felt to me like someone was trying to break my ribs, I’d avoid them too!
So what are some things to keep in mind when writing about characters with extraordinary senses, other than drawbacks? Here are some things to consider:
Set limits. Your character shouldn’t be able to see past the curve of the earth - that’s just silly! Likewise, if they can hear something happening through the entire planet, you may want to rethink. Consider things like range and clarity when you’re setting limits on super senses: how far away can they see things and how clearly can they see them, for example. When it comes to touch, this is a little more tricky, and you might want to think more about the direct effects of pressure on the character: how much pressure does it take before it hurts?
Enhanced senses require enhanced brainpower. I don’t mean that they raise your character’s IQ level, but consider how much effort it takes to sort through and process sensory information. If your character’s brain can’t handle it, they might be in a constant state of sensory overload.
Speaking of sensory overload, that might happen to your character sometimes anyway! Everyone faces extreme situations in their lives where their brains just can’t keep up with the workload, and the threshold for that point is probably lower for people with super senses. If you’ve got a character with super hearing and four people are trying to talk to them at once, they might experience sensory overload and have to go recover for a while, so do your research into sensory overload and what to do to help them.
Finally, their super sense is going to impact how they experience and relate to other people. Maybe your character doesn’t remember a person’s name or face but they’ll never forget her voice. Maybe they just can’t even be in the house with Great-Aunt Helen because she always wears the same musty old perfume and it gives your character a headache. Maybe your character appears to be constantly zoning out when really they’re just looking closely at peoples’ jewelry. How your character perceives others, and how others view your character, is going to be impacted by their ability - count on it.
If you’re writing about a character with super senses, I hope that this has been helpful and maybe even inspiring to you, and I’d love to hear your thoughts too! Thanks for reading, and good luck!
Ayyyyy, what’s up? Someone requested Kihyun smut and boy, did I go absolutely ham on this one. I was like, “Yeah, it’s going to be cute and angsty!” Ha…near the end I kind of lost my cool lol But this is now one of my favorites story wise, also I threw bees in there because I love bees. And I love Kihyun too. Bam. Read and ‘bee’ amazed! lol
P.S. WHO? WHO? Who allowed him to be this attractive? I want a refund on life lmao
It was one of those hot summer days where it was both miserable and beautiful. The sky was a cloudless blue, the streets were busy with tourists and young people, and the heavenly smells of food assaulted your senses every few feet because of the close proximity of the restaurants and stalls. You clutched your white tote bag protectively, careful of the precious contents within it as you were jostled by a rowdy group of teenage and twenty something year old boys. You shot them a dirty look behind their backs as they walked on ahead to harass more people, quick to remind yourself to not let them bother you. Today was a special day, you weren’t going to let anyone spoil it.
It was summer break for most young people, including yourself, as you were attending university in Seoul. But that included, like you just experienced first hand, high school kids and obnoxious college students as well. The streets were extra busy, making the sun seem one hundred percent hotter as you brushed shoulders with equally sweaty people. Again, you were quick to push this from your head as you thought eagerly of your destination.
A few more minutes of walking and you would reach it, the coffee shop where you had first met him, Kihyun. The memories you had made there together with him flooded your thoughts and brought a happy rosy glow that wasn’t from sunburn. A small smile found its way to your lips as you spotted the sweet looking store front, wedged between a fork in the road on the street so it seemed to command attention to itself. It was a popular destination for young couples and students, making it a busy place, especially during this time of the year. But the hustle and bustle of coffee making and food being served always made your heart swell with excitement. You could practically smell the roasting coffee beans and savory melted sandwiches they served there, making your mouth water in anticipation.
You eagerly bounced up the short steps to the entrance and as soon as you pulled open the door, a bell chimed to welcome you. Someone shouted a greeting that was barely heard over the lilting sound of conversation and business. You ordered your usual: coffee, a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup before you chose a seat in the upstairs loft area of the cafe. You quickly claimed the very spot where Kihyun and you first met and always sat at, the chairs giving a welcoming creak as they scraped across the stained wood floor. You knew Kihyun wouldn’t be here first, knowing he was busy with work as usual and would meet up with you when he could finally escape the shop. So you sat patiently, like always, awaiting his arrival.
It was about thirty minutes before you heard the familiar gentle patter of feet coming up the creaky wooden stairs, hand making an audible sound as it slid up the metal rail. You were on the edge of your seat, smile spreading across you face as the top of his head appeared, no other man having the same shade of light brown as he did. Kihyun found your eyes out of instinct, a tired smile coming across his face as he approached you. You stood up to embrace him, pecking him softly on the lips before squeezing him close to you. He returned your gesture, rubbing your back gently as he kissed your temple.
You pulled apart and offered him a sit, a worried smile on your face, “You look so tired, baby. Everything alright down at the shop?”
He rubbed his eyes, making you think of all the sleepless nights where he stayed up late to plan, “I guess as alright as it can be. We ran out of stock again on almost six different products just today."
Kihyun owned a popular shop called, Bee Nice (appropriately named by you because he wasn’t good with names), that sold products made from honey. Kihyun grew to love honey bees after he learned that the buzzing little creature was your favorite animal, even calling you possibly the cutest pet name, his little honey bee.
Kihyun had always been interested in skin products, so when he began to research the topical uses of honey out of curiosity, he hatched a plan. You remember him pitching the idea to you about a year ago, his eyes bright with excitement, and practically bouncing around the room as he told you about his plan to launch a line of skin products and salves. Kihyun’s products sold like hot cakes and large cosmetic companies practically begged him on their knees to buy out his little business. You were adamant about keeping the Bee Nice brand as an independent company, crazily prompting the idea to Kihyun one night over dinner for him to open his own shop. He instantly agreed and was enthusiastic about the idea, buying one of the cutest vintage store fronts that could be found in Seoul, and thus the grand opening of your store began. Business boomed almost instantly, the demand for the products becoming almost too much to handle; but somehow, Kihyun always seemed to manage it. Bee Nice sold lotions, soaps, skin products, jars of organic honey in an assortment of flavors, different honey-flavored candies, and even apparel that sported tiny bees or honeycomb inspired designs.
You helped out as much as you could, the shop being your child and the two of you being the parents. But you were still attending school, pursuing a business major to help with the development of the company as much as possible. You felt bad sometimes about how much Kihyun had to take on, but he rarely complained, always saying it was a labor of love.
You reached for one of his hands and pushed a coffee mug into it, "At least we’re running out of products. That means the shop is still just as popular as ever, right? Better than not.”
He drank deeply from his coffee, sighing heavily, “I guess so.”
You furrowed your brow, concerned with his lack of enthusiasm, seeing as he was on lunch break and today was an important day. “Kihyun, is everything okay?”
To your shock his eyes flashed angrily as he spat, “No, everything is not okay.”
You flinched at the venom in his words, “H-hey, what’s wrong?”
He didn’t reply, seething in his chair as you nervously tugged on your tote bag,“I have something for you…” Maybe it would alleviate the situation?
“Oh yeah? What’s that, some more stock to fill up my empty shop?,” he retorted sarcastically. “Because that’d be a pretty damn good surprise right about now.”
You frowned at him, voice quiet, “Kihyun stop.”
“Stop what, _____?,” he snapped, slamming his coffee mug on the table so hard you thought it would break. “Stop working? I don’t have time for that. I barely have time for any of this!” He gestured rapidly between the two of you and around the coffee shop.
You felt tears prick at your eyes, denying them the right to fall as you tried to speak strongly, “Well, then why did you come here in the first place? I don’t want to see you like this Kihyun, it’s not you.”
He stood up suddenly, the table rattling loudly as he pushed away his chair, “Yeah? Well I don’t want to see you either, _____, because you’re obviously not going to do anything to help me out with the shop, just like usual.”
Kihyun didn’t even give you time to reply as he gave you one last stern look before stalking towards the stairs. You watched him disappear faster than a piece of ice in the sun, hearing the now violent tinkle of the front door as it was slammed shut angrily. You finally gave in and let out a small sob, still unable to process what had happened. You’d never seen Kihyun this angry in all the time you’d known him, he never raised his voice like that. You felt the stares of people around you as you hastily wiped your tears away and gathered your things, still careful of the tote’s contents.
Happy anniversary to you too, you thought bitterly as you exited the cafe and began your long, lonely journey home.
You felt even worse when you entered the empty house by yourself, shoulders sagging with the weight of your sadness. You walked into the living room, carefully taking out the contents of your bag and placing it on the wooden coffee table. You weren’t good at too many things, but you liked cooking and baking, finding that it was one of the things you excelled in. For your and Kihyun’s anniversary, you’d baked a small cake decorated with tiny, delicate bees made from frosting. The frosting words ’Happy Anniversary Honey!’ written in your best cursive mocked you through the clear plastic container.
You didn’t know what you did wrong, or if you’d done anything wrong at all. Was Kihyun right about you not helping him out more often? You thought he understood that you were still in school, leaving you barely enough time to yourself as you studied for your business degree. Didn’t he understand that you were going to school for the shop? He’d never snapped at you like that before, and you never knew he could get that way. Kihyun was always sweet and happy, tired usually, but still kind to you. He always made it a point to never drag you into his problems to protect you, but back at the coffee shop he’d practically stabbed you with them.
You sighed shakily and checked your watch, noticing that it was almost closing time down at Bee Nice. You always made it a point to tell the manager Shownu, a close friend of Kihyun’s, to try and not let him linger in the store and worry for too long. He was always trying to do everything himself and it made you wonder why he had even hired management to help in the first place.
It was getting late and you didn’t see a point in staying up to wait for him, but you did it anyway. You ate leftovers you found in the fridge, took a scalding shower, and then changed into your pajamas before plopping back down onto the couch. Kihyun would be home soon, and you were nervous, wondering if it wouldn’t be best to just go to bed without him. You decided to turn a random movie on on the television, letting the dialogue drown out the silence and slowly lull you to sleep. You pulled a blanket onto yourself, warding off the bad thoughts. You barely noticed your eyes sliding shut, all you felt was the slow embrace of sleep and the solid comfort of the couch beneath you.
You were awoken by something wet dripping on your face and familiar arms squeezing you tightly, a voice uncharacteristically husky with grief murmuring shakily somewhere from above you. You looked up to see the tear streaked face of Kihyun, who quickly released you after seeing you had awoken, scooting to the other side of the couch. You were shocked to see him crying, watching as he hastily wiped away the wetness from his cheeks, his eyes avoiding yours as he mumbled, “H-hey.”
“Hey…,” you replied cautiously, sitting up and sliding the blanket off yourself as you observed him. Kihyun looked like a mess and he’d obviously been crying for a while judging by the puffiness of his eyes. You had only ever seen him cry a handful of times, and whenever he did it was usually because he was upset about something he did wrong.
Your boyfriend twisted his fingers in his lap, struggling to find the words he wanted to say. “You…,” he tripped over his words clumsily, “I-I’m sorry for earlier.”
It wasn’t hard to tell how upset he was with himself and you felt your heart soften at the sight, “It’s okay, baby.”
Kihyun looked distraught, moving closer to you and gripping one of your hands in his, “But it isn’t, _____!,” he bit his lip, voice still shaky. “I yelled at you, in public too. I embarrassed you and left you alone, and most of all,” he dropped his head into his hands, disappointment curling off his words, “I forgot our anniversary and I can’t forgive myself for that.”
You clicked your tongue, pulling him into your arms comfortingly, “Come here, Kihyun.” He buried his face into your neck, his breath shaky with tears as you talked softly, “I can see you feel bad, baby, and I forgive you. You’ve been overworked for the past few months and placed everything on your shoulders. I haven’t been doing enough to actually help you in the shop, and it took a toll on you."
You squeezed him tightly and he whispered thickly, "But I forgot.”
“Nobody’s perfect,” you kissed his head, smelling the familiar scent of honey and the old walls of the shop on him. “People forget things. Look at me, for instance,” you giggled lightheartedly, “How many times have I forgotten my keys to the house and had to have you let me in? Too many to count. But every time, you always laughed and patiently drove home to let me in.”
You took his face in your hands and kissed his lips gently, “And that’s what’s important, Kihyun. Not some cake or day to be remembered.”
He smiled shyly at you, his eyes filling with warmth as he turned to regard your cake, “Well, the day’s not over yet. Wanna stuff our faces with cake…together?”
You were already popping the lid of the plastic container off, “I’d like nothing better."
Kihyun retrieved a fork from the kitchen, eyeing your cake in appreciation, "You really did a great job on it, baby. It looks beautiful.”
You blushed happily at his praise, edging on the cushion of the couch, “Hopefully it’ll taste as good as it looks.”
He rolled his eyes in amusement and took a bite, his mouth still full as he groaned, “Oh my god.”
Your eyes grew wide. “What?!,” you took his hand in yours and made him feed you a piece. You were genuinely surprised with how good it was, eyes practically rolling into the back of your head at the flavor, “Oh my god, go me.” You gave yourself a pat on the back, silently thanking the cookbook you had bought for Kihyun a few Christmases ago.
Kihyun laughed and took another bite, “I haven’t eaten anything all day, so this might be gone in a few minutes.” He fed you a forkful, watching the way your lips wrapped around it and slid between with a smirk, “It tastes so good, right?” You groaned in appreciation, licking your lips of stray frosting, “Totally.” You swiped some frosting from the tray and sucked it off your finger, savoring the sweet and velvety taste.
Kihyun took his time with another bite, watching you suck your fingers out of his peripheral vision. It drove him crazy how effortlessly sexy you could be and you didn’t even have to try to turn him on. Two could play it at that game, and why not give you a memorable anniversary in the process?
“I agree. But you know what tastes even better than this cake?,” he simpered, cleaning the fork with a swipe of his tongue.
You looked at him innocently, head tilting to the side like a confused puppy, “What?”
You felt heat creep up your neck as he looked over at you, a smirk playing on his lips. You managed to stutter out an, “O-oh.” You noticed how he was slowly creeping over to you, his eyes playful and flirty.
Kihyun drew his hand up to your cheek, titling your face to meet his as he pressed his lips to yours forcefully. Kihyun was passionate, but it was usually the quiet, gentle kind and whenever he tried to do something sexy, he would always become too embarrassed. But this was the I’m-going-to-suck-on-your-tongue-and-grope-your-boobs kind, which would usually make him blush.
Your boyfriend’s hands cupped your breasts, massaging them roughly as his tongue slid against your. You whimpered into the kiss, hands fumbling with his shirt as you gripped him by the shoulders. You pulled away from him with a gasp, a trail of saliva linking your mouths together where Kihyun panted across from you.
Your eyes were wide as you took in his disheveled appearance, silent communication happening between the two of you as you reached over and began to unbutton his shirt. He smirked, fingers caressing your arms as they worked to quickly rid him of his shirt. When you pushed the clothing off his shoulders he sat back into the couch and beckoned you to straddle his lap. You settled down comfortably, hands splaying across his lean chest as his found your hair and yanked you in for another searing kiss.
His hands them rested on your hips, thumbs rubbing warm circles as he began to rock you into his clothed crotch. You gasped away from the kiss, feeling the rough material of his jeans rub against the thin layers of your shorts, his now obvious bulge pressing right against your bundle of nerves. You gave a whimper as he gave a hollow thrust up into you, “O-oh, Kihyun.” You bucked back into him, your sudden wetness having soaked through your panties and shorts.
“Does that feel good, baby?,” he grunted lowly, increasing the speed and power of his thrusts as he rocked into you. “Do you like the way I dry fuck you? Huh?”
“Y-yes,” you choked out, burying your head into the crook of his neck as he grabbed your ass and pulled you against him hard. Each snap of his hips sent heat racing to your stomach, the knot there coiling up impossibly tight as if it would snap any second.
His voice was light and breathy, “You know what? I think you like it too much.” Kihyun stilled his movements and pushed you down into the couch, his body hovering over you as he pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs. He leaned down and left kisses trailing up your legs, his tongue tasting your skin as his fingers teased your lips lightly, “But I have something else you’ll like more.”
You watched with glazed eyes as he lazily stroked your lower lips, coating his fingers with your wetness. Your chest heaved with a content sigh when he finally pushed two digits in, his slender fingers slipping past your folds easily. Kihyun listened to your relieved gasps as he slowly pumped into you, his other hand coming up to rub your clit teasingly. You cried out when he sped his movements up, hushing you softly and relishing your sighs and moans.
“I know,” he cooed, “My fingers make you feel so good, yeah?”
You nodded your head, eyes squeezed shut as you rolled your hips back into his fingers. Out of the men you’ve ever been intimate with, Kihyun made you feel the best not only physically, but emotionally as well. He always made you feel adored and loved, more than anyone else in the world. God, in that moment, all you could think of was how much you loved him too.
“K-Kihyun,” you lips trembled from the overwhelming feelings of affection and pleasure. “I love you. So much.”
Your eyes were closed, but if they’d been open you would have saw his quick bashful and warm smile. He slipped his fingers out carefully, and you opened your eyes to see him unbuckling his belt. The brown leather snaked out of the belt loops, his eyes full of adoration as he whispered, “I love you too, baby.” His pants, underwear, and your shirt dropped to the living room floor as he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “You’re so beautiful, _____.”
His body pressed you gently into the couch, his hips touching yours as he guided his length into your heat. You gave a soft gasp as he entered your tight core, the slickness of your walls aiding him in his journey in. The both of you let out a collective relieved groan as he fully sheathed himself in you, Kihyun’s hands curling into fists slowly as he managed to keep his self control. Your fingers found his soft hair, tugging on the light brown locks as you whispered, “Go, Kihyun.”
He grunted in response, beginning to pull out slowly, sensually. He wanted you to feel him and every detail. Kihyun looked up at you with a smirk, seeing how your grip on his hair had tightened significantly, “Is it good baby?”
“Shit,” you cursed, his warm hands smoothing up your sides as he rocked into you. “God, yes.”
Kihyun lowered his head to place wet kisses over your neck, groaning as your legs slid up and hooked around his waist to pull him closer. You tilted your head to the side, allowing him to suck dark red hickeys into the delicate skin, you cried out when he pulled away and began to speed up. He propped himself up onto his hands for more leverage as he fucked you into the sofa, his view of you from above absolutely driving him mad. The way your chest heaved with gasps of his name, chanting it over and over, strings of curses leaving his mouth as you bit your lip and cried out. Kihyun reached down and rubbed your clit generously, desiring nothing more than to see you reach your edge before he did. He saw the way your lip was trembling and felt your thighs twitch around his hips, knowing you were close from his sudden attention to your bundle of nerves.
“Are you gonna come for me?,” he said breathily, voice shaky from the rapid movement of his thrusts. “Huh?”
You could only whimper as you felt your end approaching, the hypnotic movement of the circles his fingers made on your clit rendering you speechless. His velvet voice rose an octave as he moaned, making you look up at him as he hammered into you relentlessly, “Are you coming, baby? Yeah?” His voice dropped again, commanding and sultry, “Come for me, ______. Come all over this dick.”
The pit of your stomach snapped at his words, sending a flood of pleasure through your body as you finally came with a cry. Kihyun groaned at the sight, feeling your walls clench around him over and over as he helped you ride out your high, “Yes, ______, holy shit you’re so beautiful.”
You bucked underneath him, the feelings of overstimulation sneaking beneath you as Kihyun’s thrusts became sloppier and more animalistic. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through your house as he approached his high.
Kihyun came only a few moments after you, his head thrown back as he released into your heat. You blushed at the cute way his face scrunched up at the onslaught of pleasure, his moans absolutely musical to the ears as he road out his high and rocked into you slowly. The two of you panted and gasped for breath, the fatigue of after love making hitting you like a ton of bricks. Kihyun pulled out slowly and carefully, making sure to not hurt you as he lazily grabbed his discarded work shirt to clean you up and then him. He did all this with a small smile on his face, just a little shy as he cleaned his essence off your thighs.
Kihyun then laid down into the couch, pulling you so that your head rested against his chest and your legs tangled with his. His voice was soft as a feather, “I love you, my little honey bee.” His fingers brushed the skin of your back lightly, sending happy goosebumps down your spine at his touch.
You hummed contently, listening to his steady heartbeat as you murmured back, “I love you too.”
“Happy anniversary,” he smiled warmly, looking down at you with nothing but love and adoration.
Silence filled the room, except for the smallest of noises: gentle fingers brushing against skin, content sighs, the softness of lingering kisses, and the satin sound of Kihyun humming you to sleep.
Just because neither he nor Harry ever said so, didn’t mean they weren’t. Right?
Their work schedules didn’t match up, Harry was just starting his internship at St. Mungo’s and worked odd hours. They usually saw each other once during the day, usually in the mornings if Draco stayed the night. Harry would floo in from his shift, and greet Draco with a hug as he was preparing to leave for the day.
Draco was sure they were friends. They’d been friends for a while now. Draco slept in Harry’s guest bedroom from time to time after a night out at the pub with their friends, and Draco was too tired to floo home. He especially enjoyed the times it was just the two of them. But –
– neither of them had actually said anything. Their friends didn’t seem bothered by the casual way Harry would lean on Draco’s shoulder at the pub or his gentle touch on Harry’s arm to get the git’s attention.
After a year of splitting time in his own flat and Harry’s, Draco ended up leaving a few clothing items in the dresser. It was easier for Draco to get ready in the mornings if he accidently slept in. He hated being late to work, and besides, the Ministry atrium was always extra crowded in the mornings. Plus, he slept better knowing that Harry was under the same roof.
Harry had moved Draco’s things to the closet in his own bedroom, saying he didn’t want other people to go through Draco’s things.
Harry didn’t comment about the personal toothbrush, soaps and lotions that Draco put in the hallway bathroom. Or the loose leaf tea tins Draco preferred, which were stacked next to Harry’s coffee tins.
It was getting to the point now where Draco was worried that he was utterly wrong about his assumptions. He worried that he read the signs wrong and that Harry didn’t feel the same way about him. He mulled over it for days and days, before he plucked up the courage to try and talk to Harry about it.
When the snowflakes started to stick to the window sill in November, Draco apparated into Harry’s flat with a box of iced gingerbread men, with the intention of catching Harry before his shift at St. Mungo’s … and found his part-time flatmate had started decorating for Christmas. Harry had just brought in a large fir tree, and was in the middle of fighting with the thing to get the tree to stand upright. Draco rolled his eyes and with a swish and flick of his wand, the tree was levitated into the right position.
Harry straightened up, his jumper and hair in disarray. The warm grin Harry sent Draco just about melted away his uncertainty. He was also fond of the way Harry’s glasses lay crookedly on his face.
“Hi. Hope you don’t mind, I wanted to decorate for Christmas a bit early.” Harry said, brushing the needles off of his dark jeans. He cleaned his glasses before perching them on his nose.
“It’s your flat, Harry. I don’t mind, I assure you.” Draco replied. “There was something I wanted to talk to you about.”
Draco shrugged out of his Ministry issued Auror cloak, and sent it to hang on the hooks near the front door. Surrounding the tree were large piles of garland, glossy ornaments, silver tinsel, rolls of red and white ribbon, candy canes, strings of shiny beads, and no-melt icicles.
“Good Merlin, did you buy out the entire shop?”
A rosy pink flush spread on Harry’s neck. “I didn’t buy the whole shop!” Harry protested. “I just saw the decorations in Diagon and couldn’t help myself. ‘Sides, you live here too.”
Pleased, Draco’s stomach fluttered with warmth that spread down to his toes. “I happen to stay over some of the time, but that doesn’t mean that I live here.” He picked his way around the massive amount of decorations and passed Harry the bakery box. “I stopped by Pansy’s shop on my way here. Seems like she’s full of Christmas spirit too.”
Draco waited as Harry opened the box, and watched the smile that spread across his face. It was a smile that he’d never grow tired of seeing. He breathed in the warm smell of cinnamon, ginger and Harry’s shampoo.
Harry snorted. “Well, when your lease ends in March, you can finally move in. Or we can get a bigger flat if you want, I wouldn’t mind.” He offered Draco a cookie before taking a bite of his own. “By then, my schedule should be more consistent. And I’ll be able to spend more time with my boyfriend if we actually live in the same flat.”
Draco’s eyes crinkled, and he smiled, feeling weightless. “Oh.”
Harry hummed, licking a bit of icing from his lip. “Mhm, so what did you want to talk about?”
“Nothing,” Draco replied, taking the box of treats from Harry and setting it down on some garland. He tugged on Harry’s fingers, drawing Harry into a hug, and burying his nose in Harry’s hair. “That sounds perfect.”
Every building is a masterpiece. Intricate. Colorful. Elegant.
Fairytale ambiance. Like I could bump into Cinderella anytime.
It’s very cheap. I spent only half of what I did in other cities like Athens and London.
April weather averages 7°C. It was cold, but I could still feel the sun kissing my skin. Best of both worlds.
Fast food workers are so chill. I hate going to McDonald’s and being made to feel like a bad person if I don’t finish my transaction in 10 seconds. “Hey, wait. So… you want like, some ketchup with those fries?” sounds so much better than “It’s extra if you want ketchup. Next!”
I felt so safe. The internet was like, “Somebody stole my passport!” “Pickpockets everywhere!” “OMG, my wallet is gone!” I didn’t even lose a fucking cent.
@radioactivesupersonic This is really awesome, and I’m just going to throw some more ideas out there because I’m feeling…
These are all really cool ideas! Personally I’ll say I don’t agree with all of them but that’s a matter of splitting headcanons and none of this is to say you can’t follow these ideas.
In general I’ve kind of read the galra as actually pretty thick-skinned? Like they have a leathery sort of pseudo-scale consistency to their hide but that could be a point of interest as well, if like, Keith’s had sort of rough, scaly-looking patches on knees and elbows. So I don’t think their skin would be too reactive on principle, but, I could still see certain substances making him sick and it’s basically all just trial and error, he has to learn for himself what’s bad for him and avoid it.
I do like the idea of social issues. Like ideas I have for the galra is direct uninterrupted eye contact is very forwards/intimidating so Keith being autistic and having a problem with eye contact would have been seen as normal.
Other forward/intimidating things are big toothy smiles (a lot of species view this as threatening and I feel like the galra would more so, considering they tend to have sturdy-looking jawlines and sharp, sometimes even protruding teeth- this is a species that has a powerful bite and while that wouldn’t be in frequent use as a spacefaring empire, they’d have that holdover where if someone is grinning at you it suggests, in some magnitude, they are flexing natural weapons at you- not comfortable.
(We have seen a couple of galra- mostly Sendak leaps to mind- grin toothily, but iirc only in contexts that suggests they do not mean nice things by it)
As far as vision, I’m a fan of the idea that Keith might actually be selectively colorblind because Galra are attuned for low-light vision (and I made a post about this god danget I swear it’s in here somewhere) but that’d feed right into what you said about sensory sensitivity because everything is too bright. Always. Forever. He has a resting angry face and at least thirty percent of it is squinting. I also feel like he might have an issue with smells, especially if the galra do have a flehmen’s response- also, fun ideas with the team where every time Lance changes his shampoo/soap/body lotion/whatever Keith notices and comments on it and Lance is like sorta flattered and sorta weirded out, while Keith doesn’t know why he’s being weird about it, c’mon Lance this is really obvious.
(that said, though, Keith who uses overwhelmingly odorless products for laundry and bathing because it doesn’t matter how he feels about a smell, he doesn’t want to spend the rest of the day headfirst in it)