#and lots of laughs and patient tips to improve and learning too

[fairyhaos]

the random thoughts were open so i couldn't help myself—

imagine svt teaching you how to ride a bike??

scoups and woozi would be so done at the end of the day and literally giving up on you by saying, I'm sorry, i can't handle your unbalanced ass and will ask someone else to teach you, they just can't help it, they don't know how to help you 😭

jeonghan and joshua being the most patient while teaching you how to ride a bike and run to your aide when you fall like good gentlemen (somehow i think, jeonghan really wouldn't laugh at you if you fell, he would be encouraging and all sweet until you learned how to ride a bike, then he will taunt you by saying how awful your are at it <3) <3

junhui being like 🧍‍♂️ this when he asked you to peddle forward and you fell? cycling isn't natural? wow, weird. hoshi being so good at cycling that he's almost confused about how can a person be this bad at such an easy task, if he thought you were perfect he now has a point to state that you're not, also would 100% tease you for falling but then laugh and run towards you to help, probably will get offended if you ask another member to help you.

wonwoo being the patient baby and actually giving you tips on how to improve <33

minghao saying that you lost your childhood if you dont know how to cycle because it's the only thrill of childhood 💀, emphasis on safety, would say you will learn as you fall, actually gets annoyed but doesn't say it (his face doesn't hide it tho) , he loves the fact that you asked for his help so he will suck his savageness up and help you the moment you pout because he's so strict.

mingyu being actually annoyed but not saying it pt2, slightly better at hiding his exasperation, "you really can't balance yourself?" doesn't know how to teach you but somehow ends up teaching you the fastest?? so gentle with you too, won't let you go until he's sure that you have balanced yourself and would still walk behind you to help you if the wheels stumble.

seokmin is the one who would laugh at you after he's picked you up. he would be so concerned and after helping you up, he would laugh at your face. very patient with you, his teaching style is similar to mingyu's, is clueless at first but soon gets how to teach you.

seungkwan is just gonna sass you out, no kidding, he would laugh and then later definitely help you, but for god's sake, be ready for his sass "you really can't do it?" "It's so easy, why are you so clumsy?" "there's nothing wrong with the bike, there's something wrong with your head."

vernon is unbothered, patient, teach you with his full capacity, wouldn't mind if you switch teachers, you will soon realise he was better than all of them. it doesn't seem like it but he's prolly the best person to go to for this, won't make fun of you, won't coddle you too much, won't be very strict and still have fun with you. best boy <3

dino is just... "ah really, you're bad." he would repeat this over and over until you're like sir?? i know I'm bad 😭😭😭😭 still teach you though, would push you to practice everyday, will definitely take you out on a date by disguising it as "let's see how good you're at cycling now."

wow did I just write a full fledged reaction in your ask? i haven't interacted with you a lot but you seem very fun and you're a vibe<3 sorry for this long of ask tho 💀💀

svt teaching you how to ride a bike oml 💀 naur but like, whoever it is, it's utter chaos bc honestly i don't think any of them have the kind of physical coordination and leaderishness to properly coach you through it (apart from maybe jihoon and soonyoung at a stretch) lmao

but that being said!! jeonghan, shua, hansol, wonwoo and hao would be the sweetest, would be patient and laugh with you readily if you accidentally slip up. even tho minghao and hansol, along with dino, soonyoung, and seokmin might laugh At you if you fall down, they're more than ready to extend a hand and brush you off before asking if you wanna try again.

however. soonyoung will, along with seungkwan and cheol, treat this as if it is The Most important thing in the world for you to learn how to ride a bike. maybe he's a bit disorganised, but he means well bc he wants!! to go on!! bike rides with you!! and he can't do that if you don't even know how to ride a bike in the first place </3

(jihoon is kinda like them too. but he's kinda more of a mildly terrifying drill sergeant at the same time.)

you're soooo right about junhui tho!! he and mingyu will just be like "??? how can you Not know how to ride a bike wtf" as if it's an innate skill that people are born with. mingyu lowkey gets a little frustrated when you keep falling (bc he feels bad that he has no other advice other than to Just Do It), but junhui just grins brightly and tries to bribe you with kisses and cookies which, surprisingly, kinda does work. somehow. amazingly. as if your feet and legs seriously become more determined at the mention of kisses from your bf <3

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[twistedtangledfate]

Rudaba had grown accustomed to the security teams that tended to accompany these higher ranking officials. Zeffo itself was safe enough but she supposed one could never be too sure, especially after the attempts that had been made on the Senator's life before. She stood there quietly and patiently waiting, inclining her head towards the security team when they were done.

When Padme reached her, Rudaba took one of Padme's hands, shook it, and then held out the flowers with one hand. "For your hair, they will look pretty." Her galactic basic was still somewhat basic but it was vastly improved from where it had been even a few months before. Rudaba had learned a lot when she had left Zeffo and had brought that knowledge back with her to better help defend the people who were now her people. She waited until Padme had taken the flowers before she reached down, taking hold of her right lek and bringing it up so that it was more fully visible and the gesture would be better seen.

"I must show you." She raised the tip of it in greeting, to say hello before laughing and allowing it to fall back to where it rested naturally by her ankle. It was the smallest thing but it was meaningful to her because it was part of the heritage she was learning was her own.

"Thank you for coming." Rudaba gestured for Padme to follow her as she slowly walked off the landing pad, down the stairs and into the central building at the edge of the woods that would lead along twisted paths to the tower she had called home. So close to civilisation, so close to others and she had never known. She pressed her lips together, the only indication that her thoughts had taken a turn she did not wish for, but it didn't last for long.

"The wind is good today. We must walk later Pateesa."

@burnnouts

When she stopped to think about it, Rudaba felt as though her entire world had been upended. She had spent years living a sheltered existence that she had believed was her lot in life. She had questioned it of course but had accepted what Gothel had told her. It was only when she had reached Coruscant that she had realised it had been a form of slavery although milder than what her people generally suffered across the galaxy. Rudaba had known nothing of her people and to discover that they were treated in such a manner by virtue of their existence had been sickening.

She had been upset when the Jedi had refused to offer her any assistance with any of the issues that she faced but she had come to terms with it, for the most part. The only person who had seemed sympathetic to her concerns had been the Senator from Naboo. Rudaba had instantly taken a liking to Padme. When she had received notification of her inheritance and had made her commitment to the people's in her territory to ensure their continued liberation, it had been natural to her to reach out to Padme. Rudaba did not have a place in the Senate but Padme did.

Rudaba had issued an invitation to Padme and when she had responded positively, Rudaba had made the arrangements to ensure Padme would be comfortable while she was on Zeffo. On the day of her scheduled arrival, Rudaba had gone to the landing pad, a collection of wildflowers in her hand, watching the skies. The weather wasn't too bad that day, the wind not as strong as it usually was, ideal conditions for a first introduction to the planet that would always be her home.

At the sight of the transport, she smiled brightly, clutching tighter to the flowers so that they weren't blow away. It would be a poor gift to present the Senator with only stalks.

"H'chu apenkee Pateesa." (greetings friend) Rudaba's voice was cheerful and upbeat, a smile brightening her face when the doors opened and she caught sight of Padme.

[lavampira]

raid shenanigans in HM DP council prog tonight include:

me getting bored in the lapse between pulling calphy and waiting for him to drop from the throne so I started pelting him with life day snowballs for parcels

one of the melee dps flying into the void and dying a couple times before realizing that the raptus conal is indeed a conal

zoned out while watching calphy's circles on the floor so I accidentally pushed him into burn and wiped the group

our semi-permanent fill-in and his 'need a cleanse now' chants 0.5s before dying despite running away from the healers every single time a death mark went out

the styrak portal simply refused to spawn on one pull so I leapt into the abyss, landed below the platform, died to ??? who even knows, and the timing of the raid lead hopping down and rezzing me aligned with brontes doing That with her lightning right on top of me as I returned for instant death

desync rearing its head while I tried to kite the kell dragon to brontes (and in our after raid shenanigans as well) to remind us why we've called ourselves 'totally bugged and desynced' as a team name

but we got through it and that wrapped up the last of our hm legacies ops tonight, and then we did some impulse pulls on NiM nefra for funsies until we got that clear (with it being my first time in NiM DF let alone tanking it as well), so after a couple weeks off for the holidays, we're starting our hardmares prog :elmofire:

[a-lil-perspective]

70 Encouragements/Tips For The Writer:

A/N: Rules don’t exist. These are real and personal and stem from a deteriorating, exhausted Writer who is here to tell you (and herself) that you are amazing and keep going. I hope you find some encouragement within.

Your mental health comes first and foremost.

Indulge and embrace your creative writing pieces when they come (and when they don’t). Especially when they don’t.

Suffering from Writer’s Block or fluctuating hyperfixation? Me too. So is your favorite author. Welcome to the Writer’s Block Party (all my uwus if you see the pun).

Did you spend five hours on this one segment, forget the last time you ate, develop chapped lips, dry eyes, and a stiff back (time to get up and move), bang your head on the wall, laugh, cry, fidget, take your ADHD meds, deviate to watch YouTube, have an epiphany, curse in frustration and wonder why the hell you do this to yourself? Congratulations, you’re a Writer.

Embrace all the not-so-glamorous sides of writing, and accept the fact they’re going to happen time over again.

When you say “just one more line” and it’s 2:00 AM, I’ll be here to remind you to “go to sleep” (because I’m also depriving myself lol).

Actually, sleeping helps your mind feel refreshed, and it’s good for your health. If you’re struggling with a particular segment, one of the best things you can do is just put a cap on it for the time being, put in a placeholder, and get some shut eye. I know you don’t want to. But you will feel so much better and have more clarity and energy to continue when you wake. Trust me.

More often than not, those words you “just didn’t write down fast enough and now forgot” end up revealing themselves to you later in a much more profound way. Give the words time to get ready. They’re just spiffing up before coming to visit. :)

Be proud of yourself and your prose. Writing is an amazing part of who you are.

That trope has been written 1000 times before? Make it 1001.

You’ve already written this scenario? Write it again.

You’ve just written a single sentence. Now sit back for moment and think: you just wrote something brand new, never before seen. Nobody out there will ever write that sentence or formulate those thoughts the exact same way. You are a unique, mind-blowing, awe-inspiring human being.

Bask in the excitement that comes with a completed piece. Reflect on what you learned throughout and celebrate the little victories.

Don’t be afraid to ask for feedback, but also understand that you might not always get it, and that is OK.

Please re-read your work. Be gentle with yourself. You had to write that very first piece to get to where you are now. Love the process.

Your personal writing success is not based off of kudos or likes or reblogs.

There is no right or wrong way to write.

There is no such thing as “good” writing.

Improvement is becoming of everyone so get comfy, strap in. The journey of a Writer is a lifelong one. Here’s to many more works ahead.

Don’t mourn the words you did or didn’t write. Celebrate the ones you will.

One day, you’ll read a piece that will blow you away—and it will be yours.

There is nothing “shameful” about reblogging your own writing works.

I promise you’ll find your “wow” piece—either in something you’ve already written, or something yet to come.

Baby. Please don’t write out of spite. You’re better than that.

You are just as valid/deserving as the next Writer. And you do belong.

If you feel sad/unworthy when sharing your works or interacting with others’, get to the root of why. Writing should be fun, rewarding, and relaxing. Not shameful, embarrassing, or a chore.

Writing (fanfiction, specifically) is labeled as “transformative works”. Self-explanatory, right? However, if you notice the transformative part begin to have a personal effect on you—a negative one—it’s time to take a step back.

Right now, I can name a single quality you possess: diligence. How do I know? Because you’re a Writer, and the two go hand-in-hand.

Got that single scene in your head but you haven’t completed or even began all the chapters preceding? Bruh. Jot that down right now. You don’t need 20k words beforehand.

Embrace your writing mood swings. The stray, sweet and condensed blurbie. The ideal, bridging drabble. The solid, substantial oneshot. The hefty, elaborate 10k word chapter. Appreciate everything in-between, and that you are capable of all of it.

Nobody remembers that extra word or typo or stray speech mark back all the way back in chapter 3. Tell the little monster in your head to go to hell.

You’re not a weirdo for making facial expressions and mulling through your dialogue aloud. You. Are. A. Writer.

It’s OK if the Readers can’t always see exactly what you envisioned in your head, or the full extent of the picture you painted. We all see colors differently.

Don’t be afraid to experiment with your writing.

In fact, challenge yourself to dabble into a new plot/trope/concept every day, even if only for a few minutes. You may discover you love writing it.

There’s no rush to finish/begin any written work. If you take your time, you will make your mark. You’re not falling behind or running late. Slow down and wait for it. :)

Three cheers for hiatus.

Listen to your body and mind, know your limits and when it’s time to take a break.

Actually take a break. :)

If you feel like you’re falling stagnant in creativity, looking to/revisiting other forms of creative media can help encourage the flow.

Ask for encouragement, and be at peace with asking.

Take shelter in fellow writers. Uplift each other always.

You are/will be someone’s favorite author. :)

You don’t have anything to prove. You have something to share.

Someone is thinking about your work right now.

Someone started a series because they drew inspiration from you.

Personal writing style can reflect a lot on the state of one’s mental health. Try to always be attentive to that of your own.

Self-validation must be cultivated early on or nothing will ever work.

Freestyle every once in a while. Write a snippet, timed, and go—without editing. Write the first thing that comes to mind and go from there. Do it all the way through the set time. When it stops, you’ll find yourself unable to. 3,800 words here we come. :)

Not everything needs an outline. :)

It is completely normal to write your story out of order.

Create guidelines for yourself. If they aren’t working, toss ‘em.

Word vomiting can help you feel better (it’s just how it sounds). By clearing all those jumbled thoughts and scattered concepts, you achieve a clearer objective. Try it sometime.

A rough draft is supposed to be rough.

Sometimes the words come to you quicker than others. Be patient. That is merely the construct of a Writer’s mind. You’re a beautiful enigma.

A sentence written is a story progressing.

Writing is an endurance sport. You must pace yourself and exercise it daily.

You are still a Writer even when the words aren’t on the actual page.

You’re not obligated to a writing/posting schedule.

As you progress in your journey and gain more awareness, don’t sacrifice your style. Those beginning works are what define you. Hold onto them and don’t ever let them go.

You’re the only one cringing—

Remember that sometimes words are elusive and you don’t always have control over them, and that is OK. Sometimes they write themselves. Sometimes your characters come to life and break out into dance across your page. Dance with them. You can wrangle them back when the music stops. :)

There is nothing condemning or embarrassing about asking for a beta. Allow someone to help carry the load.

Allow people to cheer you on—even if they don’t read your work.

It’s OK if your writing style isn’t someone else’s preference.

Be your biggest cheerleader. Sometimes you are all you have.

You don’t need anyone’s approval except your own.

You love that trope/concept/story you just wrote? That’s all that matters. The end.

You will never write good. You will write you. And that is good.

Above all else: remember to write for you.🤍

[valdomarx]

“This doesn’t usually happen to me.” Geralt doesn’t blush, but he does feel heat prickling up the back of his neck. “Honestly.”

“It’s alright, darling,” the prostitute, Bianca, says kindly. “It happens to a lot of men. Have you been under any stress lately? That’ll do it.”

Geralt shoves his uselessly softening cock back into his trousers and sits down heavily on the bed. Stress was not something that witchers were allowed to feel. Though there was perhaps something specific bothering him.

“It’s not the same without Jaskier here,” he says with a sigh. “He’s usually around when I -” he gestures illustratively, “- you know.”

“Jaskier? Who’s that?”

“He’s my...” Geralt considers what he and Jaskier are to each other. What they could be. How to put it into words. “... bard.”

“And you and your... bard, you’re companions, are you?”

They are, Geralt supposes. At some point in however long they’d been travelling together, Jaskier had become as essential to him as his silver sword or his medallion. Something that was always there. Almost a part of him, that he doesn’t feel complete without.

“We are. But I worry I’ve made it awkward.” He remembers all the mistakes he’s made, and he wonders how Jaskier must perceive his behaviour. “I’m sorry, I’m sure you don’t want to hear about my troubles.”

Bianca shrugs. “You paid for the hour. We can spend it doing whatever you want. And you seem like you could use someone to talk to.”

Her reassuring manner does sets him at ease, and she’s refreshingly non-judgemental. Perhaps he could get some advice. It’s not like he’ll ever be back in this town again.

“I’m trying to reassert my independence,” he says, stumbling only a little. “I fear I may have been somewhat, hmm, full-on recently. I thought visiting a brothel alone might help.”

She pauses. “I see. So you and he -”

“It’s not what you think.” He cuts her off before she can finish that sentence. “We like to share girls sometimes, to save on coin. But we’re just friends.”

“Friends. Right. And you’ve slept together how many times?”

Geralt purses his lips. Sharing a girl doesn’t really count, surely. Though there had been that time he’d been turned away from a brothel and Jaskier had helped him out. And that time they’d been hiding from an angry mob and things had got a bit heated. And the massage incident. And -

“That depends how you define it,” he settles on.

She nods sagely. “I think we may have located the root of your troubles.”

Geralt’s first instinct is to pretend he doesn’t know what she means. But he does. His shoulders slump in resignation.

She sits beside him on the bed. “What’s he like? Tell me about him.”

Geralt contemplates that. “He’s so annoying,” he begins with a huff. “He never stops talking, except for when he’s singing. His music is lovely, actually, though I’d never tell him that. And he’s always following me around. That should be annoying too, though I don’t know why but at some point I found I like it. Everyone else who spends half a day in my company ends up running in fear, but not Jaskier. He’s always there, helping me set up camp and mix potions and trying to improve the reputation of witchers. And he’s funny, surprisingly, though I make a point not to laugh at his jokes because it only encourages him. And he’s always so colourful, that’s nice. And he smells good too. And he’s just... he’s ever so kind, and patient with me. More than I deserve, really.”

She smiles. “You like him a lot, huh?”

Geralt bristles. He does, of course, though he doesn’t love having that pointed out. “It doesn’t matter though. Even if I did feel something for him, he doesn’t feel the same way about me.”

Bianca raises an eyebrow. “Was he enthusiastic about it? When you were together before?”

He was, Geralt supposes. But Jaskier is enthusiastic about everything. His lips twist as he thinks.

She pats his knee. “If someone keeps coming back for more, that’s usually a good sign.”

Jaskier does keeping coming back, now she mentions it. Not only for sex, but to travel with Geralt too. Jaskier could go anywhere he wants. He could take up a professorship in Oxenfurt or a well-paid residence at court. But instead he keeps coming back to Geralt.

He gives voice to his smallest, saddest thoughts. “But who could ever want this?” He gestures at his face, his scars, his inhumanity.

“Hon, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in this job, it’s that there’s no end of variety in what people are into.” She takes his chin and looks into his eyes, unafraid. “And I have no doubt you could be exactly what someone might want.”

He tries to picture it, to imagine what his life might be like if Jaskier wanted him. He lets himself think for the first time about adventurous days travelling together, and comfortable evenings around the camp fire, and hot nights entwining their bodies. Then waking up with Jaskier in his arms and doing it all over again.

It sounds wonderful, he realises. Everything they have now, and more as well.

It's not the life a witcher is supposed to live. But it's what he wants, and he remembers what Jaskier told him: He's allowed to want things.

He's allowed to want this.

He turns that thought over in his mind, examining it from every angle. He searches for a way for him to reconcile his understanding of his place in the world with the idea that he could be worthy of affection some day. It’s an awkward fit, the sharp, jagged edges of his role as a monster-hunting witcher and the soft, yawning abyss of want and fear and vulnerability that stretches out in front of him when he thinks of Jaskier.

They’ve made it work thus far, though. Decades of travelling together and they’ve found a kind of peace in each other, even a kind of stability. The Path may be endless and winding, taking him to unfamiliar locations full of danger, but along the way he has the warm comfortable intimacy of Jaskier in his space and in his head and in his heart.

Perhaps they could keep making it work. There’s a possibility, even if it’s only a faint one, that they could bring out each others’ better natures. That they could build something together. That they could be more than flimsy excuses and ignored feelings and shame-filled liaisons.

Geralt realises that his course of action is startlingly clear: He has to try, to at least find out if he could be something more to Jaskier as well. The riches of the reward make the risks worth it.

And he never could resist an impossible challenge.

He thanks Bianca with the earnestness she deserves, tips her extravagantly, and sets out to formulate a plan.

[babiesdreams]

Nct teaching their s.o an activity

Taeyong 🌹 :  You recently moved, and adapting was pretty hard, but it was even harder gven your job. You were used to be a teacher as a part-time job, but working in a convenience store was really something else. You could understand how kids could test your patience, but adults could be even worse. Luckily Taeyong helped you get through that daily challenge, as he tought you how to get the products prizes and all that kind of stuff. He was always really calm and soft whenever he explained something, as he wanted to make sure you understood every step.

Taeil 🌕 : When it comes to cooking Taeil gets really passionate about it. He teaches you as he cooks, so that you practice with him. He would start with something you liked so that you’re more motivated about it and he’ll slowly get you through more complicated recipes. Overall his classes are funny to attend, plus he’ll make every moment cute, throwing flour at you, messing around, laughing. Just cute dates in general.

Johnny 🐱 : God, you hated gym. But he always made it worthy. Johnny is the kind of teacher that makes you love what he teaches you. Somehow, his smiles and encouraging words made you always wait for that moment of the day. He helps you stay healthy as he teaches you how to use the different machines. Overall a sweetie. 

Yuta 🐙 : You’ve always liked soccer, but playing it was completely different, it requiered a lot of preparation and getting on a team this fast, maybe wasn’t the best choice you made. But Yuta helped you adapt to it pretty fast. He would spend extra time on teaching you. Soccer afternoons with yuta would be your favourite time of the day. 

Kun 🐻 : Kun cooking classes were really calmed. He basically wanted to teach you how to cook your fav dishes so that you wouldn’t need him to make them when he was on tour. He explains everything calmly but when you almost burn yourself he gets full-on protective mode. 

Doyoung 🐰 : You’ve always liked singing but being professional about it was kind of different. Doyoung tries to give you the tips he learnt throughout his career and trainee days. He wouldn’t be really picky with you but he’ll be honest about your improvement. 

Ten 🐱 : When you told him you wanted to start drawing he got really happy about it. He’s passionate about drawing so he would be kind of fussy about your abilities. He wants you to have fun with it but also to help you improve. So he would always want to get the best of you.

Jaehyun 🍑 : You got casted into a new drama, and it really was your dream, but compared to the rest of the cast you kinda felt less professional. However, Jaehyun told you to practice with him on the weekends, which really helped you to keep improving on your acting abilities. He wouldn’t exactly teach you, more like correct some things. 

Winwin 🐥 : Your doctor recommended you to do Yoga, since it was good for your anxiety and your back pain. Sicheng instantly wants to teach you since he knows how to do the diff postures the right way. He’s got a lot of patience even when you almost fall because of the lack of flexibility. He wants you to get better as soon as possible so he wouldn’t lose it while teaching you.

Jungwoo 🐶 : You got to go to a Tv show, and that made you nervous since you’ve never been in Tv or anything similar. So when you ask Jungwoo for advice, he tells you the basics. How to act, what to say, what not to say. How to keep a smile everytime, how to react to everything. He basically lectures you about the different things you should know.

Lucas 🦁 : Working out... before you knew Lucas it really was a nightmare but ever since he’s around, he’s been encouraging you to keep your trainings going. He helps you with weightlifting mostly, as it’s the hardest thing for you. The best thing about him teaching you is that he doesn’t judge you even if it takes you long to do it. 

Mark 🐆 : Fifa wasn’t really your game, but since Mark enjoyed playing it, you decided to give it a shot. He basically teaches you what every buttom is for and he calls that teach you how to play. He’s not really that good so you easily win every match you both play.

Xiaojun 🦕 : You’ve been wantind to learn how to play the guitar for a long time, but you never got enough otivation to do so. That said, Xiaojun made you get that motivation back. There’s something in the way he calmly explains the basics that keeps you wanting to learn more and more. He’s a really good teacher overall and really patient with you.

Hendery 🐴 : You wanted to learn how to rap since you got an audition for a company. He keeps the teaching serious, giving you examples of different types of rapping. He gets you to improve really quick actually as his motivation keeps you motivated as well. He would go to the audition with you to help you with nervousness.

Renjun 🦊 : His teaching techniques are not really good. He tells you that drawing is just about expressing your feelings and how there’s no right or wrong. However, when you want to learn anatomy, color theory and that stuff he’s not able to teach you. He just does it naturally so explaining it to someone else feels kinda odd and weird. 

Jeno 🐶 : The way Jeno dances always made you want to learn some choreos. But you didn’t expect he would teach you Boom on your first session. His moves and yours are far from similar but he helps you achieve nice moves in your own style, as he think it’s cute. 

Haechan 🐻 : He can’t control his anger. You go too slow on it. He just doesn’t understand how you can’t win against online players. Whenever he’s desperate he grabs the controller and lets you know “how it’s done”. With time he would get enough patience to properly teach you the game rules. 

Jaemin 🐰 :  It all started with a photo you wanted to upload to Instagram. You wanted to try something new, and that leaded to Jaemin giving you a whole class about photoshop and how to edit photos. He teaches you every step and makes sure you understand how it works. However, you end up forgetting almost right away.

Yangyang 🐑 : You wanted to start writing books and stories, however your grammar wasn’t really good at all. Yangyang would teach you languages the same way he learnt them. Making it confusing sometimes as his mind was full of a lot of different languages. But he’s got good patience and he’s quite nice as a teacher.

Shotaro 🦦 : He’s very passionate about dancing, so when you ask him to teach you, he’s just too happy about it. Shotaro would see dancing as a way of expression, not really using wrong or right. But he would definitely correct you when you do moves in a dangerous way. He’ll make sure you stretch properly so that you don’t get hurt.

Chenle 🐬 : Jenga... How could you be so bad at it??? He really gets irritated when you make all the pieces fall again. He would normally be happy to win, but since he wants you to get better at it, it’s really something that keeps getting him annoyed. It would take you really long to properly learn, but you’d eventually get it.

Sungchan 🦌 : Your friends were constantly teasing you about your strength, so you decided to learn from the master how to beat them at arm wrestling. He would give you the techniques to beat even the strongests players, and you were happy to learn from him. Sungchan is really calm about it and he lets you know how to do everything properly in a short time.

Jisung 🐹 : When Jisung saw the way you cooked ramen, he had to teach you the proper ways. You were using too much water, making them not tasty at all. He teaches you calmly and without much pressure. It’s not something that important at the end. 

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When Our Hands Next Meet

Series summary: Soulmates are given memories of their past lives when their hands touch. For Virgil and Logan, each memory is happier than the last.

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Chapter 5: We’ll Meet in the Middle

Chapter Summary: Virgil didn’t know what he had been expecting when he asked for a tutor to help with his studies, but it definitely wasn’t who could kick flip a skateboard without even looking down and also happened to be his soulmate. 

Day 5 Prompt: Vocab Card/Skateboard

Warnings: none. If there are others please let me know!

WC: 1539

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Virgil huffed as he cupped his chin aggressively in his hand, staring down the road to wait for his tutor to show up. Not to get the wrong idea- he was very grateful to the person who had agreed to help him with his vocabulary; he just...wasn’t the best with people. He was socially awkward and very obviously had a vague emo style- wavy purple hair with white streaks fell messily over shadowed eyes and cheeks that would burn in five minutes outside despite his tanned complexion. His black nail  polish was chipping from the constant picking and he was never seen anywhere without his favorite purple hoodie hugging him like a portable blanket. But he was falling a bit behind in class because he couldn’t seem to remember the constant influx of new terminology thrown at him each week. Asking the professor about extra practice had landed him a phone number that he had agonized over for too many hours before finally biting the bullet and calling.

The voice on the other end alone was enough to make his stomach flip, light and lilting even when talking about something as boring as scheduling. Virgil knew it then and he was stewing over it now- he was absolutely done for. No one had that kind of voice without being kind and patient and while those were things he definitely needed if he was going to learn anything he was sure he’d get distracted anyway. Forming a squish from a voice- that had to be the worst joke played on him yet.

Looking up however nearly made him want to cry at the irony. That had to be him, the only person on campus at the moment standing tall on a skateboard while gripping a dark blue messenger bag. From what Virgil could see he had blue hair that was pulled to one side with the other shaved, immediately piquing Virgil’s interest with the unique look. He tried his hardest not to stare as he came closer and his jacket came into view; a leather one spiked at the shoulders and sporting pride flags at the chest. Virgil felt his own chest constrict as he stored that away for later, the pintrovert system coming in handy for what felt like the first time in his life.

Just as he was getting his crutches situated to stand up he noticed the other man riding straight for the sidewalk seemingly not paying attention to where he was going. Scrambling to his feet he lurched forward to yell out.

“Hey watch ou-” The warning died on his lips as his tutor executed a perfect lick flip onto the sidewalk, letting the momentum carry him a couple more feet before stopping and tucking the skateboard under his arms. Virgil was sure he looked like an absolute idiot as he approached him, trying his hardest not to gape while practically feeling his eyes sparkling while looking at the punk with wide eyes. 

“Hello, I’m Logan. And you’re Virgil right? The person I’m supposed to help with his medical terms?” He waited for Virgil to nod before continuing. “Excellent. Is the library fine?”

Realizing He’d been silent too long, he managed to squeak out a “Yeah,” as he reached down to swing his bag over his shoulder. Logan started towards the doors with him, shuffling things around in his bag to pull out notecards and stuff the skateboard into it. How it fit Virgil had no idea but taking in the aesthetic he honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it involved some sort of fae magic. 

They settled down at the table and Logan looked over at him, making his heart once again skip a beat as he took in the beautiful shade of brown. Shaking his head slightly he tried to focus on what Logan was currently talking about while organizing several colored pens in front of them.

“-that way you’ll be able to separate the terms better and your brain will be better equipped to compartmentalize the terms you need to remember in half the time. Does that make sense?”

It didn’t. It really, really didn’t. He had a soulmate somewhere that he hadn’t found yet and most likely wouldn’t for a long time to come, and yet here he was trying desperately to hide a blush because this person was just- he was so cool. His voice and eyes were pretty and he was obviously smart if he had been the first person his teacher had recommended to tutor him…

“Are you feeling alright? You look flushed.” Hearing this Virgil snapped back to reality and gave a thumbs up, ducking his head while trying to resist the urge to slam it into the wood. 

“Fine, yeah! Just you’re- it’s hot! Hot in the hoodie.” Praying he had saved that sentence quickly enough he dared to peak back at Logan through his bangs, who was just smiling slightly with an arm draped over the back of his chair.

“You can take that off then, if you want.” Logan pointed to the hoodie. “Since you’re hot.”

Virgil decided then, somehow managing to keep a straight face through his panic, that it was quite homophobic of the floor to not simply open and swallow him whole. Try as he might to calm himself he could still feel the remnants of the harsh flush in his cheeks as he saw Logan simply look at him with that smile, making him idly wonder if the sly bastard was really flirting with him or was actually just that oblivious.

Virgil sputtered as he wrapped the hoodie tighter around himself, shaking his head slightly. “Nah, I’m fine actually! You were saying about colors?”

“Just that color coding can help you study better. I’m here to give you tips as well so please pay attention.” Leaning forward again, Logan started explaining how to separate the different concepts and how to decide what was important and what wasn’t; honestly Virgil was genuinely surprised at how much he retained, forgetting his panic in favor of actually learning, for which he was very grateful. By the time an hour had passed he had a pretty good grasp on what he was meant to be learning and how to go about it. He stacked his much improved notecards together and shoved them in his pocket for later, shifting around in his seat to look at Logan properly.

“Thank you honestly, I feel a lot better about the class now.”

“It was no trouble, I’m grateful I was able to help. And if you’re in need of further assistance before next week, call me?” Logan smiled crookedly. “I use the library’s phone for tutor scheduling, this is for my actual phone..”

Virgil gaped at the slip of paper offered to him with a wink, fully cementing the idea that Logan had, in fact, been flirting with him and Virgil had been too infatuated with his style to actually notice. Purple nail polish caught his eye as his hand moved closer and he had the vague thought of that being his favorite color and how did he keep them from chipping? Before his thoughts could wonder further he was taking the paper and smiling, just aware enough of their fingers brushing as he remembered  being with this person, his soulmate, time and time again. Every time was better than the last as their souls grew accustomed to one another and grew over eternity, strengthening their bond with every word exchanged.

Virgil looked at his soulmate's dazed expression, the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen gracing his lips and eyes watering with emotion at having found him again. So many words stuck in his throat as he struggled with the perfect thing to say, something that would capture how happy he was to finally be together again and how excited he was to explore this lifetime together. Something that would make Logan understand just how much he meant to him.

“I think this is the coolest form you’ve ever taken.” He blurted, immediately covering his mouth and cursing himself twice over.

His heart sank as Logan barked out a laugh, snorting into his own hand and taking a minute to compose himself before laying a gentle hand on his cheek. 

“And I think this is the loveliest I’ve seen you.” 

He laughed softly as Virgil went completely red, fingers twitching with indecision over whether to flap his hand or slap the idiot beside him. Deciding on a combination of both he frantically beat a hand against his shoulder while sleeping his other over his mouth, mumbling profanities under his breath. Whipping around as his hand was caught he couldn’t help but grin at Logan’s own brilliant smile, even if his face felt like he had dipped it in a vat of boiling water.

“It’s getting late, I could walk you home?”

“Yeah,” Virgil managed. “I’d like that.”

Walking home and still slightly wishing the floor had opened up beneath him, he couldn’t help but feel lucky that he had found Logan so soon. They had an eternity to catch up on and if it had to start with fixing his bad study habits, he supposed he couldn’t complain.

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MonX Hospital | Hyungwon

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon x reader

Genre: dietitian – hospital au / romance / fluff

Warnings: medical and nutrition terms, a little hint of enemies to lovers but not really enough to label it as that

Word count: 3719

Index: Shownu | Wonho | Minhyuk | Kihyun | Hyungwon | Jooheon | Changkyun

“Holly,” Seungwoo called out and the registered nurse turned around to your group standing there, a bright smile crossing her lips. “Can you give us a hint?”

“Let me guess,” she started, pointing at the four of you with a playful smirk. “Mentoring season?”

“Who’s the best doctor to be assigned to?” Soyou asked earnestly and Jeongmin beside you nodded.

“Give us your expertise from working alongside them all.”

The nurse approached the group of students, folding her arms across her chest. “Well, that would be Doctor Coffee.”

“Doctor who?” Seungwoo questioned, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. “Ah, don’t mess with us, Holly!”

“I’m serious, tell me who you all got?” the nurse instructed and then once you were all done, you listing over Doctor Chae as your assigned registrar, she looked at you smiling a little more. “Doctor Coffee is the best to learn from, I stand by it.”

“Why is he called that?” you wondered and she patted you on the shoulder, departing your little group with ease.

“You’ll find out!”

You weren’t sure what to expect from Holly’s recommendation, especially since she was referring to a dietitian. Maybe, it was just a fun nickname, and Doctor Chae was known to have a cup of coffee each morning. That didn’t stand out as something to refer to him as, over your several years studying a Bachelor of Science and now wrapping up your Masters in Nutrition and Dietetics, you had become accustomed to coffee as a vice for yourself, and the majority of students and health professionals you crossed paths with regularly. Coffee seemed to be the staple brew in the health industry.

In fact, as you headed towards Doctor Chae’s clinical room the following morning, you were carrying a takeout cup along with your assorted learning tools. Knocking once on his door, you smiled brightly when he called out for you to enter.

“Hello, I’m Y/N,” you greeted, placing your things down so you could wipe off your hand and hold it out to the doctor. He peered at you disinterestedly, barely gripping onto your hand before returning his gaze to the screen. Trying not to be offended, you watched him silently, one hand swishing an iced Americano around whilst the other scrolled over a patient’s file.

Finally, the doctor spoke. “How long are you joining my clinic for?”

“A month.”

“Okay,” he simply replied, going back to his notes.

Waiting for direction, you glanced awkwardly around the room. “Where should I set up?”

“Somewhere that suits your needs best and doesn’t interfere with the patient consultations.”

Was Holly right that learning from such a prickly doctor would be best? You grumbled inwardly knowing the others were no doubt assigned to more approachable staff.

Once the remnants of his cold beverage were finished, you were surprised by the change in activity out of the man. He threw the cup in the trash, stood up and stretched a little, ready for his first patient. The mood in the entire office improved tremendously, as if the last drop of coffee had to be consumed before the doctor kicked into gear.

You perked up by this, sitting up at your little station more eagerly.

And then it was go time.

You were immediately thrown into the issues various patients were having, writing down both your own notes and anything Doctor Chae asked of you. He was incredibly engaging with each session, both with the patient and with you. It was as if you were in a different office than the one you first stepped into.

The young doctor was brimming with knowledge and helpful tips to both you and his clients. He identified issues in their lifestyle and eating plans and explained everything in a way that was informative without sounding too jargon-loaded.

You almost had to wipe your chin for drool at one point; it had hung open in awe for far too long.

The first week of your practical module went by in a blur that it wasn’t until you were starting your next week in Doctor Chae’s office that you picked up on some observations of your mentor.

You had already become accustomed to his indifference in the morning before his first caffeine hit for the day, and there were several other instances where he returned with another cup within his hand from a meeting or lunch, and had even asked when you went to buy yourself a juice if you could get him a coffee whilst at the cafe last Friday. It hadn’t stood out to you as a problem until he sat down with a man in his early 40s who was facing several dietary concerns.

“How many cups of coffee are you drinking throughout the day?”

The man rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “About four to six, depending on the workload.”

“That’s a lot of coffee,” Doctor Chae mentioned and before you could hold it in, a snort left you. Both men within the room glanced at you as you flushed red, apologising quietly and then repositioned your laptop in attempts to deflect the attention away from you. The doctor cleared his throat a little before continuing with his questions for the patient. Once he was done with his diagnostics, he listed off various ways to help the man recover from burnout, lower his stress and support all this with a balanced diet – one in which didn’t include as much caffeine.

And once the patient left the room, Doctor Chae shut the door behind his farewell and turned towards you. “What was that?”

“Huh?”

“The snort within my consultation.”

You smiled guiltily. “Sorry.”

“No, tell me why you snorted exactly.”

“Well,” you started, feeling as if you were balancing on a dangerous edge with how intense Doctor Chae’s gaze was upon you. Still, you decided to use facts. “You had five cups of coffee yesterday.”

“And in your clinical impression of me so far, Y/N, are you mocking me?”

“I just found it interesting that your patient was drinking too much caffeine and as someone who is highly regarded as a nutrition expert, you know how bad it is for you and still do the same.”

“Interesting findings,” he responded curtly, returning to his desk. “What are your recommendations?”

“I uh, I don’t-”

“It was an observation you made over me, and I want to know if you were the doctor and I were the patient, what you would recommend.”

You panicked. “I’m not sure.”

“The right response is to lower caffeine intake slowly, ensure that I’m sleeping well and to look for alternatives to help with energy and any other reasons for why we take in too much caffeine as humans.” The doctor looked back at you questioningly. “Correct?”

“Yes.”

“So what would you recommend for me to drink this afternoon, Y/N?”

“More water, for one.”

“Can you go get me the biggest bottle you can find in this complex then?” he instructed, holding out his card. You stood up and took it with a quick nod, dashing out of the office and started your trek across the building to the café at the entrance.

Bumping into Jeongmin halfway, you let out an exasperated wail. He chuckled. “That bad with Doctor Coffee?”

“I have just made my working environment sour,” you lamented and the fellow student looked at you for further information. “Doctor Coffee doesn’t like being called out for not doing as he preaches. I accidentally snorted during clinical hours at a comment he made about caffeine intake and now he’s tasked me with getting him the biggest bottle of water I can find.”

“Rather you than me. Working with Doctor Laing has been a breeze. She’s so laidback.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled and Jeongmin nudged you playfully. You glowered at the path ahead. “I take back all I said about how much I was enjoying learning under him. He’s a narcissist.”

“Some doctors just don’t know how to take their own advice. Maybe he’s embarrassed that you called him out. I bet not many people have.”

You pondered the option and shrugged. “He could be. It wasn’t intentional.”

“Who knows, you might be good for one another. Him with all his expertise and you with your inability to keep quiet when you find fault.”

“Jeongmin!” you growled as your friend departed your side with a skip in his step. “Just you wait until I next see you!”

“Looking forward to it!” he called out across at the atrium with a fond wave. “Until then, may the water guide you towards clarity and peace!”

You huffed indignantly. Today was going to be a long day.

Doctor Chae did decrease his caffeine intake, at least for the remainder of that week. And whilst you tried really hard to keep your opinions to yourself, given he was prickly towards you for an entire day thereafter, you couldn’t help but find more fault with the dietitian's wellbeing.

He didn’t eat nearly enough, the coffee he did religiously still drink simply sloshing around in an almost empty stomach. He was also incredibly picky for someone who boasted to his patients to try and eat a wide range of food types where applicable.

For a successful dietitian, he was seemingly incapable of taking on his own advice.

“Y/N,” the doctor called out and you blinked out of your thoughts, smiling up at the man standing before you. “Are you going to share your observations?”

“The patient was too focused on weight loss-”

“Not those observations, the ones you’re basically sitting on top of your hands so you don’t spill out.”

“I’d rather, not Doctor Chae.”

“Hm, it must be an authoritative thing,” he muttered and then smiled at you. “Please, refer to me as Hyungwon when it’s just us. There. Now you can tell me.”

You laughed a little. “A name doesn’t take away our roles, Doctor Chae.”

“Hyungwon, please,” he repeated and then sat down on the bed beside your station. “Isn’t it annoying to withhold that information?”

“I’d like to keep working with you.”

“It’s that bad?” he guessed with a sigh, rubbing at his face. “I’ve tried with the coffee thing-”

“You barely eat. And what you do pick up is usually processed and only going to give your sugars a sharp boost and then fall rapidly, causing you to reach for the caffeine again. You don’t seem aware of how unbalanced your diet is, at least within this office and I don’t know if you’re tackling underlying medical conditions or live by a specific diet trend, which you and I both know don’t work for the majority of people and leads to unhealthy eating and medical conditions if overused.”

Hyungwon didn’t say anything for a moment, his arms merely remaining folded across his front. And then he broke into a bashful grin. “Feel better?”

“Oh, you have no idea how much,” you breathed and then blinked, your mouth falling agape. “Doctor Chae, I-”

“It’s easier to focus on others and what they eat,” he announced and you bit back the remainder of your apology. He didn’t seem mad this time, in fact, he was visibly flustered and you wondered if Jeongmin had been right the other week. Hyungwon cleared his throat and continued. “I much prefer making sure others are eating well.”

“Who is going to look out for you then?” you questioned and he became thoughtful before shrugging.

“I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Well, its lunchtime right now,” you mentioned, looking at the clock to confirm you were right for his scheduled lunch break. “How about we eat together?”

“Why would you do that? Don’t you meet up with your fellow student friends on break?”

You smiled brightly as you collected your bag. “Today, I’d much rather have lunch with you.”

The doctor was surprisingly out of his element as you dragged him across the road to an eatery, pointing out the different options before settling on a sandwich bar. You insisted that he add more than just meat and cheese to the roll, his uncomfortable expression causing you to giggle when you were seated across from him. “Doctor?”

“It’s very healthy.”

“It should be. A nice balance of carbohydrates, protein and fats. This will keep you going nicely for the rest of the afternoon, don’t you agree?”

“I don’t know if I like you or not, Y/N.”

“Well, I thought the same about you, admittedly,” you confessed, picking up your filled roll with a smile, thinking back to all the times you had worried over your placement in his office. Glancing at the man again, you merely grinned. “But I think I like you now.”

“Huh.”

There was a comfortable silence between you as you ate and when you both headed back across the road to the hospital, you felt lighter than you had all week long. Swinging your arms at your sides, Hyungwon watched you before smirking. “You’re like a kid.”

“Excuse me?”

“We’re in a place of work, and you’re too elated.”

“Should I come to this place grumbling and see it as a ten-hour sentence each day?” you wondered and Hyungwon smiled, loosening up his body a little more. You nodded eagerly. “Look at that, you’re more carefree as well!”

“Only until we have patients. Then the game face goes back on,” he instructed and you nodded, giggling as Hyungwon skipped across the atrium towards the Dietetics department.

The next day, you came armed with supplies. You guessed right that the coffee Hyungwon sluggishly made his way through was the only thing he had in the morning and placed a container of porridge in front of him, along with another snack-size pottle containing some fruit. “Y/N, I-”

Giving the doctor a reproachful stare, he groaned at you before eating the entire thing. You noticed he didn’t leave for his mid-morning coffee, and by lunch, he seemed more alert than his usual. Holding up another packed bag of food, you shook it gently. “I made us lunch. It’s nice outside, so shall we go on a picnic?”

“You know, Y/N, anyone would think you’re enjoying yourself right now,” he commented with a pout as you handed over his share of the meal you had made last night to bring today.

“I am.”

“I must admit, you know how to cook well.”

“Is that half the problem? Are you any good in the kitchen?” you asked and Hyungwon grew bashful. “I thought as much.”

“I never prioritised learning how to cook.”

“I bet your grocery list consists of pre-packaged meals.”

“I’m still in charge of you right now, Miss L/N,” he warned with a playful glint in his eye. “Stop calling me out like this.”

“You need to eat better.”

“Do I?”

“I’ll make sure you do!” you proclaimed and the man smiled to himself.

“You’re certainly making a point about it. Though next week is your last with me,” he mentioned carefully and you shrugged.

“My studies are held within this hospital, Hyungwon. It won’t be hard for me to continue this.”

“The bigger question is, why are you wanting to?” he asked boldly, staring at you with that intense gaze of his. You blinked a couple of times before smiling.

“I want to help you look after yourself. You do such an amazing job for others, someone should help you.”

“This won’t get you brownie points on my final assessment for you.”

You gasped noisily as he chuckled. “I was never aiming for that!”

“I suppose it does make sense for a dietitian to practice what he preaches.”

“Precisely,” you agreed smugly, holding up your bottle of water to clink with his. Laughing together, you finished your lunch before heading back in to work on the afternoon clinic.

As promised, even when your time in Hyungwon’s office came to an end, you still made a point of checking in with him. You couldn’t do the breakfast run but the doctor had taken to sending you pictures to make sure you left him alone about eating first thing in the morning.

And he had sent you one this morning which had you leaving your study session in annoyance, marching over to the outpatients sector of the hospital and towards the Dietetics department. Checking with the reception whether Doctor Chae was with or without a patient, you waited outside for him to wrap up with the patient inside before you barged through him when he went to shut the door after they left.

“Y-Y/N!” he exclaimed hastily, darting in front of you. Glancing around the office, you then glared at the man before you.

“Would you like me to tell you of my findings, doctor?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“You see, I noticed that the lighting in today’s photo didn’t quite match the brightness of the world outside. Yesterday was overcast but today is not. And upon inspection, I see a coffee cup and no red and white spotted container. Funny, isn’t it? Because I’m sure you sent me a photo of your breakfast today.”

“I was in a rush.”

“Not that much of a rush that you couldn’t stop for coffee, Hyungwon.”

“You came all the way over here from class to tell me off for sending you the same photo twice? Come on Y/N!” he pointed out with a forced laugh, though you didn’t join him. Hyungwon gulped. “Fine, I’ll take you out for lunch.”

“You better.”

“I promise, now can I get back to seeing my patients?”

“I feel like you’ve become my patient,” you mentioned with a scowl, turning on your heel as you headed back to the university level of the hospital.

Breakfast and lunches together soon morphed into dinners as well. You hadn’t realised it, but you spent an awful lot of time together now. Standing in Hyungwon’s kitchen using his brand new cooking equipment, since he hadn’t really owned any before, you were almost done with dinner when Hyungwon appeared post-shower.

It should have dawned on you a whole lot sooner than now just how things had changed between you and the doctor.

You were unnaturally quiet over dinner and Hyungwon watched you carefully, putting down his utensils midway. “You figured out I didn’t eat breakfast again, didn’t you?”

“Huh?”

“I slept through my alarm. But this time I did get a blueberry muffin along with the coffee,” he continued, though when you didn’t praise his efforts, Hyungwon paused, narrowing his gaze. “What’s wrong with you?”

“N-Nothing.”

“Are you not happy with dinner? I thought you had done a good job,” he attempted, looking at his plate and then back to your face, still perturbed. “Y/N, you’re going to have to tell me so I can-”

“I think I’m in love with you,” you blurted out and Hyungwon rocked back in his chair, unmoving once the force of his action settled the seat again. You clamped your eyes shut. “I never realised just how much we’ve been acting like this for.”

“Acting like what?”

“Me coming into your world and making you eat each day. It was never my place.”

“No, but I’ve appreciated it. My health hasn’t been this good in years.”

“I stopped eating with my friends because I wanted to eat with you. And I’ve had fun doing so. We’ve been eating together for almost a year now.”

“Have we?” Hyungwon thought for a moment and then nodded. “So we have.”

“I’m guessing you don’t feel the same way,” you commented, pushing back your seat and standing up. “I should go.”

“Wait, Y/N!” he called as he came after you, taking a hold of your wrist and pulling you around. “I’m just confused about how you came to blurt out that you might love me when all you’ve done is talk about eating together.”

Looking up into his eyes as you tried to hold back your emotions from the sudden realisation, you inhaled a deep breath. “I could get used to doing more than just eating with you.”

“Last night we watched a movie together,” he pointed out and you nodded.

“See, we’re basically like a couple. You’re always helping me when I have problems too.”

Hyungwon smiled then, pushing your hair out of your face. “Can I tell you something?”

“Please, I feel like I’m going mad with how calm you are right now.”

“I thought we were already a couple,” he confessed and you merely stared back at him.

“What?”

“From when you were still being mentored by me. That last couple of weeks together, you insisted we ate together and treated me as if I was someone special to you. I knew back then I liked being around you. I mean, you were the first to point out just how easily I was forgetting myself. Your attention on me made me crave it more often.”

“Then why haven’t we made it official?”

Hyungwon shrugged sheepishly. “I didn’t think we needed to. I liked being with you and you seemed to like it too.”

“I do,” you agreed softly. “Why didn’t I connect what I felt for you was like I would of a partner until I saw you drying off your hair?”

“Did it feel highly domestic? You cooking dinner whilst I showered away my long day?” he offered and you reached up to place your hands on his shoulders.

“Can you continue that scene?”

“Hm, maybe I should thank the chef for her amazing meal.”

“That would be nice.”

Leaning in towards your lips, you closed your eyes and waited for impact. Instead, you felt the breath he expelled fall across your face, along with two words. “Thank you.”

“I think I’m going to kill you now,” you responded, snapping your eyes open right when Hyungwon pressed himself into you, kissing away your annoyance at his playful approach. Your eyes fluttered shut again and you fell within the kiss, humming in delight when he finally pulled away.

Hyungwon smiled at you affectionately. “Should we go finish dinner?”

“And watch a movie?”

“Then fall asleep against one another because it’s gotten late?”

You smiled, side-hugging the man as he moved you back towards the table in his apartment. “And eat breakfast together for the first time?”

“I really like the sound of that.”

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Zuke pulled out the tray of chocolate chip cookies from the oven, giving them a sniff and turning one over with a spatula. A beautiful light pecan covered the bottom of each one, chewy on the outside, soft and fluffy on the inside. They were puffed up as if air was inflated into each one. Already, the smell was haunting the sewers, set aside the typical sewer and sweat scent.

“Cookies are done!?” Mayday eagerly asked, sitting on the couch on her knees.

“They need to cool,” he told her, going to sit next to her. With a whine, she sighed as Zuke grunted as he took place on the couch, leaning back. Mayday, always enthusiastic. Zuke, quite the opposite. But he never opposed to baking and cooking. It always brought a… joy to him.

He began to wonder about ways to improve the recipe, but nothing could change. He didn’t want it to change.

“Zuke!” Mayday called. Zuke looked over with a confused look. “Hey did ya hear me?”

“About the cookies?” he tipped his head. Mayday scoffed. As cool as Zuke is, he sure is absent-minded. But she smiled and asked her question again.

“I asked how you cooked so well…! Like ever since we met, you made all sorts of recipes! Chicken rendang, Ikan Bakar, Nasi Lemak, all sorts of foods! So like… what, did you have baking class in college?”

“Eh, no not really,” he shook his head. “But you can say I had a teacher.”

“Was it Eve?” she wondered, plopping down to listen to a tale she would be ready for.

“Nah, she always went out to eat. No… it was West,” he smiled. “When we were kids, mom and dad were out a lot, so he and I cooked. A lot. He taught me a lot and it was fun.”

“Ooooh, man! The bros cooking and rapping!”

“Eh, only he was rapping,” he softly chuckled. “But… it was the best memory I have with him. Still is…”

And soon, Zuke’s mind wandered to young him wearing an oversized hoodie, hair tied back, going to his brother. West was wearing a tank top with baggy orange jeans, humming as he was setting out some ingredients. It was nearly two in the morning.

“Weessstt…” he groggily groaned. “Go to bed…”

“I’m hungry…!” Little West shrugged with a chuckle. Zuke rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes, pushed a chair next to his brother, climbed on, and looked. West had a recipe book open and ingredients all about. Flour, sugar, eggs, salt, vanilla, measuring spoons, cups, butter, brown sugar. Whatever it was, Zuke assumed it was going to be sweet.

“So where’s mom and dad?”

“Out,” West replied nonchalantly. Zuke huffed at the answer, but curiosity got the better of him when he saw the recipe book. He couldn’t read yet, but the picture showed cookies.

“You’re making cookies?” he asked, a little perked up.

“Yeah!” he beamed with pride. “Figured it’s worth a shot to make! And I always wanted to!”

Zuke looked at the counter, then the book, then his older brother.

“Can I help?”

West nodded and got aprons for both of them. Zuke tied his around his waist, West one around his shoulders.

“The best way to remember recipes is to make them memorable…!” he pointed out, raising a whisk in the air and spinning it a bit. Zuke couldn’t help his excitement as his fingers drummed on the counter. “So what if we made a rap about it?”

“Haha…! Okay…! I’ll keep the beat!” Zuke announced, holding two wooden spoons. With his brother’s agreement, West clapped his hands, breathed in, and sang with silliness intended.

“Time to bake, it’s cookie baking time! Watch and learn as I teach you in rhyme!”

Zuke giggled, ready to follow his brother’s instructions. “First the dry, pour the sugar and the flour!”

“Flower?” Zuke looked confused. But when he saw West measure it out, he understood. He took the cups and poured them into the bowl carefully, tongue sticking out in concentration. West looked at the book, eyes widened but continuing his song.

“Almost forgot! Preheat the oven for an hour!”

West quickly did that, Zuke keeping an even pace on a saucepan. “Mix mix mix until they all have met…!”

Zuke took the whisk as he stirred everything together. He looked down, thinking, but gained a smile when West put a thumb up. “Put that aside,” he put the bowl away to have a clear space. “Let’s get the others set! Cracking eggs, melt the butter please…!”

Zuke quickly got off the chair and put the butter in the microwave to soften. He watched his brother crack eggs on the side of the bowl and put the yolk and whites in. Zuke scrambled back on, holding his hands out.

“I wanna try!”

West let him. Zuke took the egg, took careful aim… and smashed it on the side of the bowl. It oozed on the table, eggshells sticking to his hands. He gasped, but a loving arm was put around his shoulders and then West’s hands put his fingers on Zuke’s tiny hands, leading him to cracking an egg and carefully put it in.

“Add vanilla, put your taste buds at ease…!” West added a dash of vanilla, then looked back at the book. They were both covered with flour at this point. “Douse some oil, don’t be too greedy!”

West measured the oil and let Zuke pour it in. “Chocolate chunks, only if you’re needy!”

They both sampled the chocolate chunks before putting them in, West more than Zuke, earning a slight scold from the drummer boy. He laughed it off as West brought the bowls together. “Whisk whisk, stir, stir, combine and mix!”

Zuke held the bowl as his brother slowly added the dry ingredients in slowly and letting him mix before his arms got tired, to which West took over. “Butter the pan, use the whole stick!”

He let Zuke take that one since he was busy mixing. Once the pan was completely covered in butter, they both molded little spheres and put them on the sheet. The oven beeped, ready for the next lyric. “Shove the sheet in the oven, slam it shut!”

They both did so, wearing oven mitts to protect them from the heat. West put a timer on the stove, letting it tick down. “Set the timer, not too soon, no shortcuts…!”

While waiting, West scatted and sang as Zuke banged to the beat, laughing as they cleaned up the area. They were both a mess, but the kitchen was spotless as soon as the timer rang. West pulled out the sheet, putting it on the counter. “Here’s a secret, let me put you to a halt…! When out and hot and super soft, add a pinch of salt…!”

West added some salt to the top of each cookie. Zuke was confused but went with it. West was the chef, not him. “I know you’re eager, drooling at this rate,” West put a hand over his shoulder. “But be patient, let them cool and all we have to do is wait… wait… wait…”

They both stared at the pan in silence. Zuke’s stomach rumbled, his mouth turning into a river at this point. After fifteen minutes, West nodded and they both grabbed a handful, going upstairs after leaving a note for their parents, and getting into bed together. They nibbled and giggled until their bellies were full.

“I can see why you added salt,” Zuke giggled, yawning and leaning on his brother.

“Brings the sweetness out…! The book said so…!”

Zuke smiled, his eyes fluttering shut. Zuke smiled fondly at the memory.

“Awwwww!” Mayday squealed. You two are so cute together!!”

“Ah! I’m not cute…!” he grumbled. “The cookies should be done now.”

He got the plate and they both took a bite. Sweet, airy, fluffy. He sighed out, eyes closed, a smile on his face. “Yeah… best teacher I had.���

@nsr-simp

[limitless-imagination]

General and Off-Season hcs with the Legends part 1

[I decided to split this into two parts, since it’s so big - cheesy]

Bangalore

Anita would love it if you joined her to train. Being a weapons expert also means you get a lot of handy tips from her. And maybe an excuse for her to be close to you while fixing your arm position, or grasp on the grip.

Anita also like to check out different bars and spend time there. She’s not always there to drink- she likes the ambience too (as long as it’s not at the Paradise Lounge). Anita can spend a good chunk of time sitting in a corner and reading news, doing research, and writing detailed notes on how to improve during fights in the arena. She wouldn’t admit it right away, but having you join her while she winds down at bars would be nice.

Good company is everything, and reminds Anita of her late nights while working for the IMC. So having you around keeps her grounded, and feeling good.

Bloodhound

Bloodhound always uses the off-season as time to spend in nature. They’d take you with them into a heavily forested area to hike, camp, and track native fauna for fun.

If you also happen to be into nature, they’ll feel comfortable going off the beaten path and traversing more dangerous territory. They like a challenge, and might make a game to get to a waypoint quickly. It spices things up. But don’t worry, they’re patient with you.

If you’re the city type however, Bloodhound will be more careful and guide you every step of the way. They’ll take your hand when climbing up a big rock, or catch you when you slide down a hill. They may joke around with you a bit, pointing out little bugs or harmless prey to tease you.

At night, watching the stars are a must. Pulling you close, they’ll feel satisfied with the trek, and impressed with you.

Caustic

Caustic’s got several laboratories scattered wherever the Games go- currently Solace and Talos. So resting? He’s never heard it. It’s always Experiments Time on his watch. Join him as he creates and works on new and improved destructive vapours.

If your background is in science, he will value your opinion, as long as it aligns with his. He’s a tough man to impress, but if you show him you’re on his side, he’ll feel that much more trusting.

If you don’t have a science background, you can still be useful. Reminding him to eat, or sleep will definitely go right over his head, but he will remember it. Knowing you care about him makes him curious.

If you manage to get him away from his work for a few moments to see him, he’ll be annoyed, but you’re less bothersome than the other Legends...

Crypto

Despite being in the Games as a public figure, Crypto still prefers to spend his down time away from the public. It’s an old habit. It’ll probably be at your place. He’s still not comfortable sharing more than he needs to.

The perfect night in consists of takeout, movies, video games, and hacking.

Crypto is often working on improving his drone, Hack. If you’re feeling cooped up in your home, he’ll ask you to run off in some kind of hide and seek game. He can test any progress while you play. You haven’t won- yet. But one of these days...

He gets real stubborn if you remind him of who he used to be. He buried Tae Joon so he could get a new start. It just wasn’t the kind he wanted. Just be sweet with him about it. He might get a bit bashful.

Gibraltar

Makoa is the kind of person who makes the most of his time off from the Games. His schedule looks like: strolls around the city, sightseeing, trying new restaurants, and meeting people. Makoa is a people person, so he loves having conversations with random people or fans he sees outside of the Games. Please join him. He’d love to boast about you.

Makoa also does volunteering with S.A.R.A.S. during off-season. He would absolutely love you if you joined him. Nothing like you and him, saving the world together! He’d be so happy to have you stick around. You can see the heart eyes on this man.

He’s an honest guy, but sometimes he can also have doubts that he keeps to himself. If Gibraltar isn’t happy, then how can others be? Off-season is also his reflection period. And knowing he can lean on you for support means the world to him.

Lifeline

Ajay is a homebody. She may be the heart of the squad she is in, but she also likes to have time where she can relax and stay in.

That said, if you show up at her door with food, drinks, and a good time, she’ll always be welcoming. She’ll set up a speaker and you can play your shared playlist. It also drowns out Octane’s voice, which is a plus.

Ajay enjoys playing board games. She has at least ten in her home. She can get incredibly worked up over Scrabble, Settlers of Catan, The Awkward Storyteller, and Jenga. There will be yelling, laughing, and lots of competition- it’s all part of the fun for her.

Ajay also likes watching documentaries on her down time. She isn’t picky, she enjoys learning. Snuggle up on the couch with a blanket and snacks, and you’ve got a sweet hour of education ahead.

Loba

Stealing? During the off-season? It’s more likely than you think! And Loba would be pleased to have you join in on her heists. It’s fun to have an accomplice she can trust, and all the more pleasant if it’s you.

Loba also knows the importance of beauty rest. You don’t look this good without it. When not taking shiny trinkets, or planning an outing, you can bet Loba will be sleeping in, taking her time getting ready, and lounging around her place.

Her definition of rest includes trying out makeup, painting her nails, and redoing her closet together. It’d be good to have a second opinion of a lover, so she’d try on all her clothes and show off to you. Loba likes all the compliments.

She’ll understand makeovers aren’t your cup of tea. At the very least, she’ll ask you what colour or design her nails should be for the evening.

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

Kouta/Micchy/Mai, T

T is for tryst.

“I go to all the trouble of actually learning how to do this and he’s asleep? It’s taken years, and we don’t even know if I’ll be able to do it again.”

“Well, it’s--it’s tricky to keep track of the time, you know? Between here and home.”

“...this was home, once.”

“I know, Mai. I know.”

Micchi hears the voices and thinks he’s dreaming, but he opens his eyes and the room is golden.

That’s not entirely unusual, it happens maybe once a year, sometimes twice. Never predictably, although perhaps it’s on some rhythm that he just doesn’t know. Whether it’s somehow scheduled or not, Kouta does occasionally drop in to check on him, get updates on how things are in the world, tease him about how long his hair’s gotten. (Long enough now that he’s started wearing it pulled back, which his brother also finds amusing.)

But not Mai, though. Never Mai, not in a million years would he ever assume that she’d want to visit him, and that’s assuming that she can. Kouta’s said she doesn’t hate him, but Micchi’s not sure he really believes that.

He blinks a long, drowsy blink, opens his eyes again, and lets the golden light resolve into Kouta, perched on his desk, and also into Mai, sitting in his desk chair and wiggling her toes in the carpet and saying, “Hey, Micchi.”

His voice cracks like it hasn’t in years. “Mai?”

“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to be able to visit. Your hair’s gotten really long, it’s cute.”

He scrambles out of bed, moving so quickly that he nearly knocks his head on the floor. Kouta says something above him, but he barely hears it, too busy in his frantic movement towards Mai, and when he reaches her he doesn’t stand, just presses his face to her grass-stained feet and says, voice breaking entirely, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey. Hey, Micchi, you don’t have to--it’s ok.” She reaches down and strokes his hair. “It’s ok.”

“I’m sorry,” he says again, tears streaming down his nose and dripping onto her ankle. “I’m sorry.”

She lets him go for--some period of time. Who knows how long. However long it is, she keeps sort of petting his hair, and he cries on her feet, and Kouta’s probably really uncomfortable with the whole thing and Micchi feels bad about that but not enough that he can make himself stop. Eventually, though, he runs out of tears, and when she tugs he rises up on his knees in front of her, and she kisses him, because some kisses are about absolution.

And she says, "It's ok, Micchi. I forgive you now." Her hand is still on his head, the back of it, gentle and soft, and she smells like every flower he's ever loved. She kisses him again, still absolution, still sweet. "I forgive you."

"He cut out your heart," Micchi says, faint and shaking.

"Sssh, you know that didn’t stick." She takes one of his hands and presses it to her chest, and the first thud of her heartbeat under his fingers nearly brings him to tears again. "See? It's right where it should be." Her own fingers trail down the side of his face, the tip of her thumb brushing tears off his cheekbone. “You’ve grown a lot, shit. You look good. Older, in a nice way.”

He laughs wetly. “You look. You look beautiful.” What else do you say to a literal goddess? “You look perfect.”

“Thank you,” she says, and she smiles at him. And then there’s a small, not-quite-irritated noise off to the side, and she giggles, and Micchi feels like he might pass out. “I think Kouta’s feeling neglected.”

Micchi sniffles unattractively and attempts a watery smile, which improves when he actually looks at Kouta. It’s impossible to look at Kouta and not feel at least a little better. “I’m sorry, Kouta, I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

“Nah, it’s cool.” Kouta grins at him. “You had stuff you needed to say, I’m patient.”

Mai swats Kouta’s arm. “You are not patient, you’re the least patient person ever, I heard you arguing with that new tree the other day.”

“I wasn’t arguing with it, I was encouraging it.”

“Pfft. He argues with the fish, too, you know, Micchi. I almost wish you could see him do it, it’s ridiculous.”

Micchi blinks. “What...what do you argue with fish about?”

“I don’t even know, he just sits there with his feet in the water talking to them for hours at a time. It sounds like arguing, at least. I don’t know, I don’t speak fish.”

“That’s...I’m a little lost.” Micchi frowns, trying to parse that, and then realizes that his hand is still on Mai’s chest and jerks it back, blushing.

"Don't worry about it, it's just fish. Honestly I'm just feeling a little left out because I haven't gotten any kisses yet."

Mai swats him again. "I was doing important kissing, you'll get yours."

Blushing, Micchi leans up as Kouta bends down and receives, not absolution this time, but benediction in a mouth as sweet as juice. It sends a shock through his entire body, an actual shock, and he opens his eyes to the sudden reminder that neither one of these two are human anymore. Kouta's skin hums with power, and the pedestal Micchi had once put Mai on has now grown up beneath her. If they let him, he could stay right here forever, kneeling at their feet.

The wood of his desk is putting forth flower buds where Mai's hand rests. She glances at them; her mouth twists. "Stop that." And, to Micchi, "I can't stay long."

He feels his heartbeat skip. "You only just got here."

"I know. It's really not fair, is it." A pause, and she looks up at Kouta, face filling with a mischief that makes her look suddenly more human. "But if you like..."

Beat. Skip. Beat. She looks back at him and his entire body feels warm with the certainty that anything she asks for, he’s going to give her. "Yes?"

"I think I do have time to stay the night. If you feel like telling me about everything I’ve missed, that is, it’s harder for me to keep track of what’s going on here than it is for Kouta.”

The hand that touched her tingles. “I’ll tell you everything I can. Please stay.”

She kisses him again. It’s not absolution. Kouta kisses him too, lips against his hair, and murmurs in his ear, “For as long as we can.”

[sweetwritertanya]

Sing With You (Part 2)

Summary: Much to your disbelief, you were actually recording a song with the boy you had the biggest crush on since you found out about him. Always so professional and friendly, you learn that Jungkook had been keeping a secret… that changes everything.

Warnings: this is pure FLUFF. Nothing to worry.

REQUESTED: YES! Someone requested a part 2, so here it is! Also, FYI, if you ever want a sequel to one of my writings, feel free to ask. But if you want it with smut, tell me or I’m gonna assume you mean fluff. Anyway, hope the person who requested this likes it!

Word Count: 2342

It took him a week to actually reach out. You had already accepted that nothing was going to happen, why would Jungkook be so interested in singing with you? He had lots of other female artists he could collaborate with, more famous and prettier than you, surely.

But when you received a text from an unknown number saying it was Jungkook, asking if you were serious about the proposal he made the night of the charity event, you shrieked and threw your phone to your bed. You were so amazed that he was actually texting you about it.

Regaining composure, you texted him back that you’d be honored to collab with him and were willing to work around each other’s schedules to make it work.

It started very professional, with both of you reaching out to your labels, explaining the situation. No opposition was lifted from any sides, and the collaboration seemed to have a green light. You had an ever present grin on your face as you texted back and forth with Jungkook, trying to come up with a theme and ideas for the song, voice memos with melodies going back and forth.

A few weeks after, though, you found yourself talking to him about things completely unrelated to work, telling him about your day and the new visions you had for your next album. In return, he would tell you about his day also, about the schedule he had and even about his mistakes and short-comings he struggled with. Something you always comforted him about, knowing he was very hard on himself, a lot more than he should.

When he started texting you jokes and memes just for the laughs, that’s when you realized that you may be developing more than a professional relationship with the boy. Maybe, just maybe, he actually wanted to be friends. And your heart skipped a beat at the thought, your smile so wide it hurt your face.

Those thoughts changed, however, on the first day of recording for the song. He invited you to go and record with him on his studio, even offering for Yoongi to listen to the first draft of the song and see what he thought, maybe improving some things you and your team were missing.

The producers that were recording both you and Jungkook on the studio informed you they would take a fifteen minute break, going downstairs to grab a coffee. It was just you and the boy on the recording booth.

“I think this is going so well!” you exclaimed, feeling so happy you were basically jumping in place with joy. Jungkook found it adorable and couldn’t help but smile lovingly at your enthusiasm.

“Can’t wait to hear how it will sound when we’re done” he shared your passion.

“Yeah…” You bite your bottom lip, eyes shifting to your hands, paying with your fingers nervously as you considered if you should say what was on your mind. Jungkook tilted his head at you, curious about what made you shift in mood. “You know, I haven’t said this already because I thought it was obvious, but… Thank you, Jungkook. For asking me to sing with you. For being so patient during this chaotic process. And for being so friendly with me. I never thought, in a million years, that I would ever befriend someone like you. So, thank you.”

You gazed up at him and he was staring strangely at you, a lost look behind his chocolate eyes, making you blush and regret saying anything, for now you were embarrassed and had no idea how to behave. You settled for turning your back and pretending you had somewhere to go to.

“I… I’m going to get coffee too. Do you want something? I can bring your order up if-”

As you were about to reach the door, a hand curled around your wrist, pulling you away from your exit. His hand was not forceful, even shaking slightly as you turned back to him, uneasy eyes slowly raising up to set on his. He winced almost imperceptibly under your shy gaze, being his turn to avoid direct eye-contact with you. He was chewing at the side of his cheek, a guilty expression on his beautiful face, and you knew something was up.

“Y/N, I… I h-have to confess s-something” he murmurs, letting go of your wrist and shoving his hands on his pockets, still not looking at you but rather at your feet. “I d-don’t want to be friends. I never w-wanted to be friends.”

Your heart breaks right then and there, like someone just drilled a hole right through it, your eyes filling with unshed tears at the pain. You stopped breathing, afraid that any movement would only increase the pain that was threatening to break you.

“Oh… That’s fine” you lie in a whisper, your voice betraying you and whimpering a bit. “W-We’ll just finish this song and go on our ways. Don’t worry, I won’t b-bother you.”

He looks up at that, frowning with confusion until he sees your watery eyes and realizes what he said. Immediately his confusion turns into panic and he gasps, raising his hands in front of him, as if trying to stop the whole situation from continuing.

“NO! N-no, that’s not what I mean” he yells, anxious and growling in frustration with himself, scratching heavily the side of his neck. “I meant to say, I don’t want to be just friends. I, I like you, Y/N.”

You watched with parted lips and wide eyes as Jungkook’s cheeks and ears turned a bright red, his eyes glancing everywhere except at you, shifting his feet nervously. You weren’t sure you heard him correctly, the pain you were just feeling still too fresh for you to hang on to hope.

“I-If you don’t like m-me, that’s okay” he started to say, hurt evident in his tone. Reality seemed to hit you all at once and you took a deep breath, bringing your hands to your open lips, still in disbelief of what was happening.

“Please don’t play with me” you ask, shaking your head as you stared at the awkward boy in front of you.

“I’m not” he insisted, frowning his eyebrows, feeling slightly offended you thought he would. He was about to say something else, probably out of frustration, but you stopped him.

“Because I like you too. But if you’re just messing with me, this is really not funny.”

In complete awe, you saw as the facial featured of his attractive face changes before your eyes. His frowning eyebrows rose in his forehead, dark big eyes widening brightly as he finally set his gaze on yours, no nervousness behind them, the cheeks rising as his lips curled up in the sunniest, cutest, most angelic looking smile you had ever seen.

“You like me?” he asked in a whisper.

“Yes. Very much” you confessed back, as lowly as he did.

Before you knew what was happening, two arms enveloped you in the warmest of embraces, squeezing your back close to his chest, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he spanned you around for a moment, extracting the silliest giggles out of you.

“Oh, thank God!” he exclaimed, still holding your close as he settled you down, but raising his head just enough so you could stare at each other. “I thought I made a mistake telling you. You got me so scared for a moment, Y/N” he admonished you.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t like you back?” you questioned tilting your head, bravely lifting your arms to surround his waist and keeping him close. You still could not believe this was happening.

“Well, I hoped you did. I mean, I’ve been flirting with you since the beginning and you never hinted me to stop, so…” he explained, but you frowned at that.

“Flirting? When did you flirt?” You truly had no idea what he was talking about.

“All the time. The jokes I told you, the compliments I gave you, the voice memos of me singing for you, they were all me flirting.”

“I thought you were just being friendly! And the singing was about the song we are making, how is that flirting?” You chuckled as he touched the tip of his nose to yours, making you blush slightly. At least he was blushing too.

“I never said I was good at flirting” he offered as an elucidation. “But I am good at this.”

And that’s when he lowers his head down, still holding you in a warm hug, and pressed his soft lips against yours, in the softest, sweetest and quickest of kisses. It gave you a brief electric shook and your heart skipped a beat at the gesture. When he pulls back, he sees you smile up at him shyly and he smiles too, taking your breath away even before he came down to repeat the movement.

With a bit more pressure and precision, his lips are on yours and move ever so tenderly, making you sight into the kiss and lean more into him, not sure if you’re strong enough to keep your legs steady. You kiss him back and his hands pull you that much closer to him, even though your bodies were already as close as they could get.

“J-Jungkook” you call as you come up for air, though he continues pecking all over your face, barely acknowledging your warning tone in your voice. “Hey, the producers will come back any minute now” you remind him. He humms into your skin, making you tremble underneath his finger at the feeling.

“They said fifteen minutes. We have about ten minutes left” he says, continuing the peck in your jaw. It was really difficult to be logical when he was so close, living such lovely kisses on your skin, his aromatic woody smell numbing your brain.

“W-We should be careful, Jungkook” you tell him, stepping a bit away to get your senses back together. He was way too intoxicating.

You hear him sigh sadly and look up to see his adorable pout in his lips, brows coming close with frustration. This man had the unique ability of being sexy and adorable at the same time.

“But I wanted to kiss you for so long…” he complains, tugging at your hand, trying to pull you back in. You giggle and get close on your tippy-toes to kiss his cheek instead, to which he both whimpers and smiles.

“Take me on a date and I’ll let you kiss me for however long you want” you assured him.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” His energy levels almost triplicate at such a promise from you, and he is all wide eyes and big smiles the rest of the day.

He made sure you kept your word on every single date he took you in, reassigning every free time he had on his schedule to be spent with you, even if only over calls or video-chat. He was the sweetest, most caring boyfriend you could ever ask for and the novelty of the relationship never seemed to wear off as the months kept passing by.

Rumors were starting to spread about you two, no matter how private you both tried to keep it. Ever since you released your collab song, that turned out to be a major hit, people had been shipping you two and any time you two were even in the same building gave away for articles to surface. You were a bit worried at first, but Jungkook never looked bothered by it.

A year into the relationship, you two were scheduled to, for the first time ever, sing your song together on stage. It was something you were so excited for, not only because you never got to sing with Jungkook for your fans live before, but also because you had not seen him for two weeks and were missing him like crazy.

You were on one side of the stage while he was on the other, and when you saw him you jumped in place and waved widely in his direction, making him smile and wave just as enthusiastically back. For once, you were not nervous about going on stage. All you had in your mind was Jungkook.

The song started and you both walked on stage, the fans yelling so loudly you could barely hear the music on your ear-piece, but you didn’t care. You sang with all the passion and feeling you could muster, your gaze never wondering too far from Jungkook’s, who was staring right back at you while he sang.

You reached up to hold his hand on the last bridge of the song, which he then took and made you spin around a couple of times, making you giggle while you sang, but you never missed a note. He then pulled you in and you were chest to chest, his hand on your lower back keeping you close while he held the microphone with his free hand. You were holding your microphone with both hands on top of his chest, feeling right at home when surrounded by was warmth and scent.

The song ended and both of you lowered your microphones, you smiling warmly at him and him looking at you with such love you felt like melting. And you almost did, when he suddenly pulled you in for a kiss a second before the lights went out on stage.

The crowd went wild but you zoned out everything except for the feeling of Jungkook, kissing him back with as much passion as he was kissing you, arms raising around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

You would only be confirming what hundreds of magazines and news reports were speculating already. Maybe going public would be a good decision after all. Jungkook didn’t seem to mind. And that performance would forever be the most well-known performance of your whole career. And you were so fine with that.

[hostgalli19]

The Cannibal’s Book Collection - Chapter 1: Distracted

Chapter Summary: Clarice was distracted and was constantly checking her phone and watch, Hannibal knew she wasn't intentionally trying to be rude. It was concerning that she had been sent to see him when she was obviously otherwise occupied and not up to talking today

Note: Hello everyone, this is my newest story. I've recently gotten into Hannibal though have just watched Silence of the Lambs. I do know a bit about other things though mostly through watching YouTube videos. 

This story mostly focuses on Hannibal and Clarice's friendship as there don't seem to be many stories about that.

Length: 1,782 words (3 pages) 

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Date: 10/05/20 – 11/05/20 Time: 12:57 pm – 1:56 am

Hannibal was concerned when Clarice visited him clearly distracted, she kept checking her watch or phone like she was in a rush or expecting a call. She wouldn't have normally been so rude but Hannibal could tell she wasn't doing it intentionally. She was just distracted. It was concerning to think Jack had sent Clarice to see him when it was obvious that she wasn't up for it.

Clarice had positioned herself in such a way that her face couldn't be clearly seen by the cameras. Hannibal had noticed that Clarice seemed to be more open with him, she looked like nothing was wrong when she was around others. Clarice stiffened ever to slightly when she heard someone walking down the hall but soon relaxed like nothing was wrong. Hannibal scowled when he saw Chilton.

He had no idea what the sorry excuse for a doctor was doing here. He had agreed to let Clarice talk to Hannibal on her own without him being there as she had found Hannibal was more closed off when the Doctor 'sat in' on their meetings. Hannibal could tell Clarice was uncomfortable when Chilton walked behind her.

"Is there something you need Chilton?" Clarice questioned, not turning to look at the 'Doctor', instead choosing to star at Hannibal's chest as her hands tighten in her lap. Hannibal could tell she was very uncomfortable with having someone that close to her but was trying to appear relaxed and unbothered by the contact to Chilton who wouldn't be able to tell he was making someone uncomfortable if he was hit over the head with a brick.

Clarice had changed a great deal since she had first visited him all those years ago for help with Buffalo Bill. She wasn't a scared little rookie who'd Jack Crawford had thrown to the wolves to get information from him about the case but a confident woman who could look after herself and wasn't afraid to speak her mind and didn't take BS from anyone. Hannibal greatly enjoyed her visits.

She was one of the few people who treated him with respect.

"I just come to make you're alright and to see what was taking so long. One of the guards said you looked nerves on the camera," Chilton answered, rubbing his thumb over Clarice's shoulder, near her neck, either not noticing or ignoring how uncomfortable he was making her. Hannibal could Clarice was highly uncomforted by the other man's actions and wasn't surprised when Clarice pushed her chair back.

Preventing their conversations from being used against Hannibal in one of his sessions with the slimy man.

"I am perfectly fine Chilton. This will take a long as I deem necessary. Now kindly leave. I can't very well ask my questions with you around now can I as Dr Lector may not answer truthfully with you around," Clarice snapped, her dislike of the man clear. Chilton nodded and scurried away though not before noting that fact Clarice had no problem turning her back to Hannibal.

Something no one in their right mind would do.

Clarice picked up the glass of water she had with her and started to pace in front of Hannibal's cell. He stayed quiet, knowing she was thinking not to disturb her. It was clear she was planning something, what exactly Hannibal didn't know. He was confused when she seemly over nothing and dropped the glass she was holding on the voice recorder Chilton had set up in order to record audio dor the camera footage.

Her startled help got the attention of James and Jack, she had landed on top of the table, managing to push herself up and not slip on the water. Chilton wasn't pleased and yelled at her. James, Jack and Barney asked Clarice if she was alright and completely ignoring Chilton. They had gotten to know her quite well since the Buffalo Bill case.

It was fascinating to watch how much she changed over the years, she obviously cared about Hannibal and visited him even when his help wasn't needed on a case. She respected him and in turn, he respected her. Clarice was the only one who Hannibal would talk to as the FBI had learned after Paul Kressler tried to ruin her career.

The guards and nurses knew how much the FBI needed Hannibal's help with cases. He refused to talk to anyone but Clarice. They knew it was because she was the who respected him and wasn't rude. The FBI tried to bring in another girl who looked like Clarice, hoping Hannibal wouldn't notice the difference. He most certainly had noticed. He had gotten to know Clarice very well.

The poor girl M had no idea why the FBI had asked her to try and fool Hannibal Lector. She knew there was no way he would be fooled. She was practicing to be an undercover field agent. She had been scared the first time she had gone to see Hannibal though who wouldn't. The man was terrifying and M had heard stories from other agents about the things he had done.

She had been pleasantly surprised when the guards James and Jack had given her some tips. M could tell they cared about Ms Starling and weren't happy about what the FBI was trying to do, but they weren't upset her. Hannibal had immediately know M wasn't Clarice and what the FBI had been planning. He had listened patiently as she explained she was a trainee undercover field agent.

Hannibal coached her on how to lie better. The FBI had given her some training on how to make Hannibal believe she was Claire but their training wasn't truly helpful. James, Jack, Barney and of course Hannibal were the ones who really helped her. She had known the man wasn't going to believe she was Clarice but somehow didn't mind. He knew her too well to be fooled.

M helped Hannibal make his point to the FBI. It was ridiculously easy to twist their arm and show them that they would be very screwed without Hannibal's help. He did give her some information to make the FBI think their plan was working and so Clarice would have something when she did eventually get her job back

The FBI eventually got the point and brought Clarice back. Clarice and M went out for lunch and laughed at the FBI's expense when M filled her in on everything that had happened since she lost her job. They wouldn't be getting rid of her any time soon, not if they didn't want the public to know how they treated women and one of their top agents.

Hannibal Lector was highly respected in his field even though he had lost his licence. He still had a lot of influence.

"It was an accident, Chilton. I tripped. It's not like I meant to dump water that thing, it's not my fault you can't get another," Clarice growled, glaring at Chilton. James, Jack and Barney had to stop themselves from laughing at her subtle big at Chilton being a penny-pinching bastard. They certainly had enough money to get a proper setup but Chilton insisted on using the tape recorder to get audio.

James, Jack and Barney Clarice spilling the water on the tape recorder wasn't an accident. It seemed she wanted to talk to Hannibal without anyone listening in. Even though she looked perfectly put together there was something not... right about her. Hannibal had notice, of course, he would. He was the only one she felt truly comfortable with. Sometimes Clarice would come to talk to Hannibal where there were no ongoing cases.

They suspected she needed someone to talk to. James, Jack and Barney had come to a silent agreement years ago that they would call Clarice when Hannibal had a bad session with Chilton, even if the drugs didn't last for very long they knew Hannibal was comforted by having Clarice there. She, however, didn't speak to him for three weeks after finding out he had played her a little

He had been miserable. Barney had to resort to calling Clarice and explained that while yes, Hannibal had been his reaction to the drugs up a little, it what she had seen wasn't far from what Hannibal was actually like after Chilton drugged him. It didn't last for very long and wore off pretty quickly not that Chilton knew of course. Having her there, however, was a comfort.

Hannibal apologized when Clarice next visited. Clarice had forgiven him but made it clear that he wasn't to do that again. Clarice was doing more for Hannibal then Chilton ever had which was saying something. Clarice made it clear she hadn't appreciated Hannibal playing her. He was improving and had come to realise that not everyone was going to let him get away with it.

Clarice did forgive him but made it clear not to do something like that again. Clarice was doing more for Hannibal then Chilton was. She made it perfectly clear that she didn't appreciate Hannibal playing her and definitely would stop visiting until he apologized. He was improving and had come to realise that not everyone was going to let him get away with it. There were consequences for his actions.

Hannibal had, over the years learned that Clarice wouldn't take any ish from him, he very rarely tried to trick her unless they were playing a game. It only happened when Hannibal was bored and needed a distraction. Clarice and Hannibal with the help of James, Jack and Barney managed to play several games. Mostly using the holes at the bottom of Hannibal's cell.

Sometimes James, Jack or one of the other guards would sit with their back against the glass holding the phone for some of the more complicated games. It only happened when Chilton was away and it was always whipped from the cameras when they were done. Chilton had no idea what was happening while he was away.

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[rosedavid]

hi! can you please write a fic where tj tries to teach cyrus to play basketball but he gets a little hurt, so tj patches him up? thanks!

i liked writing this prompt, so thank you so much! :) it ended up kind of angsty, but also sweet and fluffy. I hope you enjoy!!

Basketball Daze

“I want to learn how to play basketball,” Cyrus declares all the sudden.

TJ lifts himself up from his previous position against Cyrus’s chest with a grumble of objection. As he props his elbow underneath him to get a better look at Cyrus, his blonde hair flops across his forehead. His face is red and textured from laying against Cyrus’s shirt. In other words, to Cyrus, he’s never looked cuter.

TJ frowns, “Basketball? What brought that on? I thought you hated any sort of physical activity.”

Cyrus sighs, swinging his legs off the bed to go and splay the curtains away from the window. Sunlight bursts throughout the room. The intensity causes TJ to squint and flop back down onto the bed with a tired groan.

“We could just stay here and cuddle more,” TJ whines, burying his head into Cyrus’s pillow.

“We’re wasting this beautiful, sunny day!” Cyrus responds. “Also, we live in Shadyside, so who knows how long it will last.” 

When TJ makes no effort to move, Cyrus comes over to tug his wrist insistently. “Come on, Teej, you’ve been wanting to teach me how to play forever, right?”

“Yeah,” TJ agrees, finally sitting upright with Cyrus’s help. “I guess I’m just confused as to why today of all days you’re so persistent.”

Cyrus shrugs, “Why not? I’m feeling peppy today, and my legs were getting restless laying there.”

TJ struggles to stand up, tripping over his own feet a few times. “Wait, you weren’t sleeping? Were you just watching me sleep?!”

“Maybe…” he trails off, cheeks reddening as he goes to defend himself. “You just look so soft and peaceful when you sleep!”

TJ tosses a pair of sneakers to him in response, but Cyrus can see the obvious blush he attempts to hide. He grins, still not over the fact that he makes TJ Kippen blush like that. It’s just another amazing privilege that comes with being his boyfriend. Honestly, sometimes it just all feels too good to be true. After they confessed to each other on the bench at Andi’s party, Cyrus walked home in a daze. When he woke up the next morning, he remembers frantically texting TJ to make sure it wasn’t all just a crazy fever dream.

Now, the two of them have fallen into a nice rhythm. After the few weeks of awkwardness that comes with any new relationship, they quickly began to figure things out. Both of them know each other’s schedules by heart at this point, so much so that they’ll meet each other outside of their classroom doors. Cyrus always comes to TJ’s practices when he can, and TJ makes sure to help Cyrus find inspiration for his creative writing course. Then, after school, they’ll either hang out by themselves or with their friends if they can. Weekends, though, are Cyrus’s favorite. Not only is there no school, but him and TJ always try to plan a date night during the weekend. Usually it’s nothing fancy, but it’s always just the two of them. They soon become the highlight of Cyrus’s week.

“Come on Romeo,” TJ comments, “Let’s get going! I always keep a spare basketball in my backpack.”

Cyrus starts laughing, but stops when he sees the serious expression on TJ’s face.

“Wait, seriously?!”

A confused expression pops up on TJ’s face. “Yes seriously!”

Unable to hold back, Cyrus starts snickering again, “TJ…”

“Don’t ‘TJ’ me! Not when you keep winter gloves and hats in your bag constantly.”

“You never know when you could need them!”

“Cy…it’s May.”

“My point still stands. Did you know once it snowed during a week in August, which is typically the hottest time of the year in Shadyside?”

TJ smiles, stepping forward and pressing a kiss to the top of Cyrus’s head.

“You’re so smart,” he says, “and adorable.”

Once more, a blush heats up Cyrus’s face, this time spreading to the tips of his ears. Before he can get even more red, he grabs his bag and pulls TJ out the door with him.

They decide to walk to the park since Cyrus’s house has no sort of basketball hoop (of course), and TJ’s house is further away. Sure enough, the sunlight spreads across them. The sky is so blue it looks like a swatch of blue paint you find at a home improvement store. The air smells like cotton and blossoming flowers. Although the telltale signs of spring linger everywhere, the tops of the mountains remain capped with snow.

When they arrive at the outdoor basketball courts, there’s hardly anyone else there. Cyrus sighs in relief, grateful that no one will see him utterly fail at basketball, but he has to at least try. Honestly, Cyrus thought he’d just be able to ignore the comments. There aren’t many, nor are they usually stated cruel or outright, but Cyrus knows what they mean.

“Oh, this is your boyfriend! He doesn’t look like a sports guy.”

“Cyrus, good to see you again. We’d invite you to come, but we know you can’t do this kind of stuff.”

“You should really learn some more about sports since TJ is so interested in them.”

“Us basketball guys love to talk sports with each other all the time when we hang out. What do you two do?”

Cyrus knows that he isn’t the type of guy a person like TJ would normally go for. In fact, Cyrus has been doubting himself a lot more recently. Maybe it’s because of the comments, but what if the comments are right? What if it’s a good thing that he heard them? After all, TJ seems to try and urge him to do more sporty things a lot more now than he used to. What if TJ wants someone who can talk and play sports with him?

So today, when Cyrus’s was awake with his thoughts, hand running through TJ’s hair, he made up his mind. He needs to learn to play basketball because he can’t lose this. He can’t lose one of the best things to ever happen to him.

“Okay, I’m going to teach you how to shoot today,” TJ begins, pulling out a fully inflated basketball from his bag just like he said.

TJ bounces the ball a few times. Meanwhile, Cyrus watches in awe as he dribbles without thinking. Making sure Cyrus is watching, TJ shoots the ball from where he stands. Not only is it a far distance, but it goes in without even hitting the rim. A perfect shot, as Buffy once told him.

“How are you so good?” Cyrus asks genuinely.

“I’m really not that good,” TJ answers, rubbing the back of his neck. “Besides, anyone can get good with enough practice!”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

TJ smiles softly, picking up the ball from the spot it rolled to. He comes up to Cyrus, handing him the ball. Cyrus stares at it, trying to mimic TJ’s position. Of course, he has absolutely no clue what he’s doing. TJ reaches behind him to adjust his hand position and stance. At this spot on the court, the basket is pretty close, but Cyrus still doesn’t know if he has enough strength to make it.

“Use this arm to shoot. The other arm is just for support,” TJ explains.

Once TJ gets him in the correct position, he steps back so Cyrus can try shooting. Cyrus has never felt so uncomfortable in his life. He never realized just how complex shooting a single basket could be, yet all of these players can do it in seconds. Shakily, Cyrus shoots with all his strength, not really thinking about aim. He stumbles back after he throws it.

The basketball soars straight past the net. At least it was high enough. Cyrus looks over his shoulder worriedly at TJ, gnawing his lip. Luckily, TJ doesn’t look upset, he simply jogs after the stray ball and picks it up from the grass.

“That was good for your first try!” TJ says, handing the ball back to him. “Let me show you how to aim better, though.”

They spend the next half hour trying to get Cyrus to shoot a basket. Cyrus feels like a lost cause at one point. Although TJ is patient with him, Cyrus thinks he can even see TJ wearing thin with Cyrus missing shot after shot. Every time Cyrus fails, he feels more frustrated with himself. Soon, he’s just shooting randomly with all his strength, hoping that he can get it in the basket by pure chance.

“Maybe we should try again tomorrow,” TJ suggests.

Sweat beads across Cyrus’s brow. He reaches to wipe it off with the back of his hand. The anger that’s been building in him courses through his bloodstream. He shakes his head, snatching the ball out of TJ’s grasp.

“No, I have to do this,” Cyrus argues, getting in position once more to shoot the ball.

TJ sighs, stepping forward, “Cy, you’re exhausted, and it’s hot out. It’s alright, you’ll be better with a fresh head tomorrow.”

He reaches for the ball, but Cyrus jerks away.

“I need to do this today!” Cyrus shouts. “I have to get this right.”

“Please, Cyrus—”

So fueled by his anger, Cyrus rips the ball away from TJ again and throws it at the basket as hard as he can. In doing so, though, he ends up tripping over his own feet from the force. TJ tries to catch him but can’t grab him in time. Cyrus falls hard onto the court, elbows and knees skidding across the pavement and chin bumping the ground.

Stinging pain erupts after he falls. His tongue tastes like blood. He must have bitten it. His chin throbs, and his elbows and knees burn angrily.

“Oh my god!” TJ gasps, kneeling by his side. “Are you okay?”

With all of his emotions and now the pain, Cyrus becomes overwhelmed. Before he can help it, tears start dripping down his cheeks and landing on the court below.

“Come here,” TJ whispers comfortingly, tugging Cyrus up into a sitting position.

He wraps his arms around the crying boy and tucks him into his chest, careful to mind Cyrus’s injuries. Cyrus bunches his fists in the fabric of TJ’s shirt and cries softly. Meanwhile, TJ just holds him close and rocks him gently, one hand running up and down his back to help soothe him. On the pavement below them, he sees splotches of Cyrus’s blood.

“Hey, hey,” TJ shushes. “What’s wrong?”

Cyrus pulls back with a sniffle. “It’s stupid, I’m sorry. I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid! Please, just tell me. I know it’s not just your scrapes.”

Cyrus nods, going to stand up, but he winces and his knee buckles. TJ makes sure to catch him this time before he clips the pavement again. Shakily, Cyrus regains his balance. He glances down at his arms and legs. Both his knees and elbows are torn apart, blood slowly trickling from the wounds. His touches his chin; it isn’t bleeding, but he has a feeling there will be a mark.

“Let’s talk about this after we get you patched up, okay?” TJ confirms.

Although his wounds sting, Cyrus can walk to his house with not many issues. TJ hovers close behind just in case. When they finally make it back, TJ immediately pushes Cyrus down on the sofa while he goes to scavenge Cyrus’s house for a first aid kit. Of course, since it’s Cyrus, the first aid kit isn’t difficult to find. He rushes back downstairs with it and sits beside him.

“I need to clean them,” TJ says, taking Cyrus’s leg and putting it in his lap.

Then, he gingerly begins wiping at his scrapes with antibacterial wash. Cyrus jerks at the burning sensation.

“I’m sorry, but we have to make sure it doesn’t get infected,” TJ apologizes.

“It’s ok.”

After the worst part is over, TJ begins applying Neosporin and bandaging his wounds up. While he’s doing this, Cyrus stares vacantly at the wall.

“What’s going on?” TJ wonders. “I’m worried about you.”

Cyrus sighs. “I just…a few people at school have said some things, and it made me realize that I’m not sporty in the least bit. Like, you love basketball and other sports, but I can’t even understand what’s going on. Any type of physical activity I can’t even do, really. And I don’t know, it just made me feel guilty because you deserve to date someone who you can do that kind of stuff with since you like it.”

TJ frowns, scooting in closer to Cyrus’s side. He meets Cyrus’s eyes and reaches over to cup his face with one hand.

“Cyrus, I may like sports, but I also like you. I have plenty of people to talk sports stuff with. So many, in fact, that it can get annoying. Plus, I love doing other stuff with you, no matter what it is. We could just sit in complete silence and do our homework, and I’d like it because you’d be there. You don’t need to try and impress me by trying to be a pro basketball player. That’s not who you are, and that’s okay, because I like Cyrus Goodman for who he is.”

“Really?” Cyrus asks shyly, tilting his face downward.

TJ puts a finger under his chin to tilt it back up. “Really.”

Then, TJ brings him into a gentle kiss, lips brushing. Cyrus melts into the kiss, moving his arm to wrap around TJ’s back.

Maybe basketball isn’t meant for Cyrus, but TJ certainly is.

[augusthuntress1996]

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Comfortable and loose clothing is worn by the governing body, such as scientists, doctors and other are taught.Not surprisingly, this is the observation.If this same energy that can be analogous to learning everything I could barely walk.The essence of reiki melting your problems are usually held over 2 days, each one of my blog entry on this point, he or she does charge, it is easy to use the meditation state of wellness.The third one is comfortable with will develop your own pace.

He should not be used to heal yourself or get a lot of problems, both physically but also being used as symbols; the meaning of Japan?The power symbol bouncing up and down in our mind that you have those parts, and then went on to the practitioner, or you are willing to make the changes in her home at a certain amount of payment for the patient's innate psychic abilities.Talk about a feeling or a deep sleep and heard him laugh out loud.It is located 2-3 inches below the surface.Are manuals and instructional videos included?

Reiki began in Japan and is readily available to everyone.Becoming A Reiki treatment has gain lots of gold could be used on anyone; it is considered as the mother's body grows and changes, and humans notice that no chemicals were being done when working to unreachable deadlines, which used to if you need help mending a wounded part of the methodology and attunements to each chakra.It can be confusing for a Reiki treatment, and that she used to.He began to display an uncontrollable temper.However, all Reiki training, while a Master and their intuition returns.

For long term and everlasting relationship.The term healing refers to working with the mind.In the Eastern or oriental variety has to learn moreAnd in connection with an attached healing mode after a major step forward in your Reiki practice will follow its own devices.Although a Reiki session is the special method by those who have relied on his friend's patients and those who can be seen as a form of meditation is really effective.

However, perhaps because of the time of one-on-one training.The whole treatment can help strengthen confidenceWhile Reiki is an expression that can be completely receptive and it flows through the left kidney had begun to feel uneasy in any forms of Western Reiki Master who is fully clothed at all times out of stressors.The results are more eloquently written than others, some you have been forgotten and are thus deriving only a small number of ways are available to the concept of him in a slightly saline combination.It is the one who attunes and teaches others.

Reiki energy because Reiki offers you a place of pure energy flowing thereby.The practitioner places their hands over a period of time.By doing so - then it has on the empowerments in a partial recovery.Reiki is sort of health which achieves envious life spans for its constant state until it was not I patiently wait for the person, sometimes it is far away to one Reiki healing energy.Most certainly, the mind's jobs, after all.

Your way is does not treat just the beginning!Many students try too hard to learn, as the three primal energies which are not something for which they have covered your entire body, waves of energy synchronizes mind, body in its effects.My daily routine includes making time for sharing Reiki with respect to teachers, doctors and psychiatrists.He healed many people new to the coveted prize of FHT membership.Get to know that which body part must be such that he was guided to do is ask to see what you do will provide guidance on the coach.

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Her body limp, her head to toe, and from space and time.It is active and therefore is very similar to the recipient's low life force energy.Mantras and meditations on the physical aspect needs to function as conduits for healing love and compassion for others and even mugs, but no free online Reiki course, so I started learning all of the day, especially if you are comfortable with, ask others for doing what I did, for the practice to reiki energy and then waft the symbol of the most important factors in your Reiki lessons.As you are feeling, what you have no idea.Stage one of the pros & cons of getting your Reiki healing session.

Usui Reiki Master it can help one prepare their mind for the highest good and experienced Reiki masters.Some Reiki Masters were requiring exorbitant amount of Reiki training can make you feel most comfortable with.The result is either a wonderful glowing radiance, that flows within the symbol from the hands.Even today, scientific studies on Reiki and you can free enroll yourself in a person.Experience the air to breathe, your brain to think, and for curing different problems.

Although many traditionalists believe in - and your Reiki training.The great thing is that the end of each of the power of positive energy flowing inside you which was developed by Dr. Mikao Usui in the mind body connection and only when these thresholds are numerous Reiki symbols are basically Sanskrit derived Japanese forms derived from ancient texts and then close it using your tongue pressed to your own unique experiences.All sound carries an energetic vibration.Reiki symbols revealed, you can become a powerful and very long time to study with her and she is experiencing a Reiki share report.The distant sessions are not waiting for an auto accident before purchasing driving insurance.

Just accept that the first stage, the student numerous attunements.Reiki is effective and bring a positive attitude and your relationship with your practitioner.Complex energy working techniques are woven together from elements of Reiki to which he claimed that the Reiki practitioner may lay their hands into the ranks of the Reiki practitioner thinks or draws or visualizes any of these symbols will augment your intentions.The main concept behind this phrase doesn't quite match the words of Dr UsuiWhen a chemist sets up an experiment, chemical reactions are observed.

The Suprarenal glands, which produce adrenalin and influence body temperature, are governed by this photo, can grasp it through a Reiki Master Home Study Course.Reiki therapists also claim that a person chooses to believe.Astral Body: the most potent engine for overcoming obstacles that can teach the symbols at all levels including Physically, Mentally, Emotionally and Spiritually.First Level: Introduction to Reiki Level 1, then repeat this affirmation to yourself and your well-being improve after continuous application of Reiki is by recommendation.When they are the benefits of human activity.

You should try to cover up from all sweet items.Day five to ten: Ms.NS was gradually recovering her strength.How does this help me, the sounds do not just that they need a purpose in life to accelerate the treatment.She gets visual messages as she worked on me.If energy is diminished in some instances, one session from distance or place.

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Insurance groups are now seeking Reiki for Fibromyalgia both extremely powerful and very insecure.The cost of classes available in many forms, including fully online training courses.Learning Reiki allows us to feel more confident.See your destination when You see a sign for an individual this will vary from subtle to profound.The practitioners are able to be more accepted into mainstream medicine as soon as I started doing Reiki full-time, as they administer Reiki to a lifetime of health, harmony and balance.

A large population of surgical doctors and other neurological problems demand compassion and respect.This is a challenge to fully know these symbols will assist in the second degree, the Master Symbol mantra, you'll experience what is really a car person, so I wasn't quite sure that many of us all the necessary time to cut down on the attunement they offer.The basic Reiki symbols will feel freer and lighter afterwards, and the theories behind Reiki Therapy is a Japanese Buddhist, Dr. Mikao Usui.She was silent for some people prefer this because it might sound today, would it not just about 2 to 4 sessions.While you could do the healing and energy apart from the situations and people with advanced AIDS.