#excuse my rambles today ive got a cold

[2sidesofthesamesoul]

today i found out that some people care so very deeply about who's top and who's bottom in ff they'll be mad when it's not tagged

[lunatens]

felix felicis (iii)

word count: 3.0k

part iii/iv

genre: fluff, harry potter au

pairing: hufflepuff!felix x ravenclaw!reader

a/n: it’s been uhhhhhhhhhhhhh over a year since i last update this whoOPS i am so sorry to keep you all waiting. thank you to everyone who patiently waited, and to everyone who’s new, i hope you like it!! there will be one more part to this series (that i will try my best to write in less than a year lol) (also for obvious reasons w**jin will no longer be a part of this fic)

the day of the gryffindor vs ravenclaw quidditch match has your stomach in knots, not about the game itself (you really couldn’t care less about the results) but about the boy you’re going to be spending the next couple hours with.

“okay y/n, first things first: that tiny ball is the golden snitch, and-” 

“felix, i’m not stupid,”

“right, yeah, sorry i’m just uhh..excited is all,’ he says shyly. you watch as the two teams whizz around the pitch, trying to keep track of all the different balls and players as felix rambles on about the rules to you. despite chan, changbin and jisung being your closest friends, you’ve never actually come out to watch them play before, always finding an excuse to stay indoors instead of sitting miserable and alone on an uncomfortable bench in typically  less-than-pleasant weather. 

“wow y/n, your friends are actually really, really good quidditch players.” felix comments with a look of mild surprise. “too bad they’re not hufflepuffs!”

“actually, at your last game they were telling me they wish you were in gryffindor, so i guess you’re not too bad yourself,” you comment with a small smile, and you have to stifle a laugh as felix’s face turns bright red. you hate to admit it, but felix is really, really cute--especially bundled up in his yellow hat and scarf, his hair sticking out and gently waving in the breeze whenever someone flies by on broomstick.

you watch the game in silence for a moment, still trying to find the appeal for the sport. the game’s been going for a while now, with neither team having found the snitch yet, although gryffindor’s leading in points. jisung zooms around the far end of the pitch, expertly evading the ravenclaw beaters’ attacks and catching the quaffle with a flourish. it doesn’t take long before he’s put the quaffle through one of the ravenclaw goalposts, and the gryffindor crowd roars in excitement. jisung does a lap of the pitch, posing ridiculously and waving to the crowd to get them even more riled up. you hear felix squeal in excitement beside you, and turn to look at him with curiosity.

“that’s just the best feeling ever, flying through the air and just having fun like that. it’s so freeing,” he says with a contented sigh. you furrow your brows and turn back to look at jisung, who’s now rejoined his team as the game continues.

“really? i mean, it doesn’t seem that great. it looks so cold and windy, and what if you fall? yeah, no thanks i’d rather stick to the ground,” you state. it’s not like you want to offend felix or anything, but you just really don’t get the hype about flying. 

“what?? you don’t like flying y/n?? but it’s so epic!” felix says in disbelief, and you shake your head in response.

“the only time i’ve ever ridden a broomstick is way back in first year, when we had to learn the basics, and i’ve got no interest in trying again.”

“i’ve never met someone so opposed to flying,”

“well, that’s what happens when you fall off and break your wrist and can’t take proper notes for weeks,” you say, wrinkling your nose at the memory. “see unlike you, i’m not gifted with good luck.”

felix looks at you blankly for a moment, thinking to himself, before a wide grin creeps onto his face.

“no.”

“i haven’t even said anything yet!!”

“ok but i know what you’re thinking and i am NOT riding a broomstick, felix!”

“oh come on y/n, live a little!! it’ll be so much fun! what, are you afraid of heights?” felix asks teasingly. you shoot him a glare in response.

“yes!! besides, i don’t even own a broomstick.”

“yeah i kinda figured, so we can just use mine! i’m sure we’ll both fit, it might be a bit squishy though…” felix trails off in his own thoughts, and you choke on your own spit. you turn to look at the pitch, trying to focus on the game rather than thoughts of being pressed up against felix and holding onto him for dear life, breathing in the scent of h-

“eh, i think it’ll work fine. so it’s settled, after the game i’m taking you for a ride.” felix says definitively, interrupting your thoughts (good timing too, your brain was entering dangerous territory). 

“i dunno, felix…. it really doesn’t sound safe, i mean two people on a broomstick? i don’t care how lucky you are, i’m not taking any chances.”

“y/n, i promise nothing bad will happen. we won’t even go that high, and we can take it slow. trust me, it’ll be okay,” felix says, tentatively placing a hand over yours and looking into your eyes. you’re silent for a moment; has felix ever been this sincere in his life? you let out a sigh of defeat.

“i better not regret this.” you mumble, and felix squeals in excitement. your heart flutters a bit when he grabs onto your upper arm enthusiastically

“you won’t, y/n!! it’ll be so much fun, i can’t wait. it’s gonna change your life for the better,” felix says confidently, and although you roll your eyes at him, you can’t help but smile giddily to yourself. 

*** 

the game ends in an overwhelming victory for gryffindor, and you and felix dodge red and gold banners and streamers on your way out of the pitch past ecstatic gryffindors and gloomy ravenclaws. you finally make it out, your stomach filling with dread as you remember what’s happening now.

“i’ll be right back y/n, i’m just gonna go grab my broomstick from the locker room!” felix says excitedly, before rushing off into the depths of the pitch structure. you stand awkwardly by yourself, shoving your hands into your pockets for warmth. your breath escapes your lips in visibles plumes, the air growing colder as the sun begins to sink lower into the sky. one of your professors walks by, reminding you to return to the castle, and you nod, telling them you’re just waiting for a friend. it’s not a complete lie, right? you think to yourself. the adrenaline from not only your upcoming flight, but also breaking the rules again (and for felix, of all people) fills your body with jitters.

as you wait for felix for what seems like forever, your mind starts to wander. watching the game with him today was...surprisingly fun? and my goodness, the way his eyes sparkled or his voice got squeaky when someone made an awesome play was maybe the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. not to mention his freckled cheeks, rosy from the biting cold, or his tiny hands that flailed excitedly when talking about strategies. was chan right after all? do you have feelings for felix? no, that’s absurd. you’re just excited to have made a new friend is all...haha...right?

you don’t get the chance to think more about it before someone pounces on you from behind.

“Y/N!!! YOU CAME!!!!” jisung’s loud voice rings in your ear.

“ew get off me, you’re all sweaty,” you say with a grimace as you shove the excited boy off your shoulders. “but good job guys, you did great! who knew you were actually good at quidditch huh,” you tease, and chan gives you a playful nudge.

“i saw you with a certain hufflepuff boy in the stands,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows, and you slap him on the arm.

“ok he practically forced me to go, it was the only way to stop his stupid begging and whining,” you argue, and your three gryffindor friends nod their heads in clear disbelief. 

“sure y/n, keep telling yourself that.” chan says, giving you a pat on the head which you swat away. 

“sorry that took so long, i-” felix’s out-of-breath voice stops mid sentence when he spies you with the other boys. “oh uh, hi,” he says shyly, clearly not expecting their presence. your friends grin knowingly and changbin and jisung start to whisper to each other. chan puts on a friendly smile and greets felix back, reaching out to shake his hand.

“thanks for coming out even though your house wasn’t playing,” he says, and felix seems to warm up to chan a bit. 

“i’d never turn down a chance to watch a good quidditch match! you guys are amazing,” he babbles, and you giggle at his enthusiasm, glad to see him and chan connecting. 

“you’re not so bad yourself dude. too bad we’ll have to crush you in a few weeks,” chan teases, and all the boys laugh.

“i’m impressed you were able to drag this one out, we’ve been trying to get them to come to our games for years,” changbin groans, gesturing to you. felix shrugs in response.

“i mean it wasn’t too hard, just a small bribe of some chocolate frogs and here we are,” felix says, and you feel three pairs of eyes burning into your soul. you can practically feel the smirks on their faces, and you can already hear the teasing you’ll experience later. 

“well anyways, we’re gonna hit up the great hall for some snacks on our way back, you coming? you’re welcome to join us, felix,” jisung invites.

“um actually...felixistakingmeforarideonhisbroomstick,” you splutter out, and you hear jisung make a strange noise of disbelief at what he just heard.

“sorry, what?” chan asks, and the grin on his face tells you he knows exactly what you just said. you let out an annoyed huff and repeat yourself.

“felix is taking me for a ride on his broomstick, and we better get going before it gets too late.” you say in defeat and embarrassment, reaching to grab a confused felix’s hand so you can get away from your friends before they have the chance to say anything about it. jisung opens his mouth to make what you assume is a raunchy joke about riding broomsticks, but a death glare from you shuts him up.

“okay, have fun! but not too much fun,” chan says with a wink before quickly ushering a protesting jisung and changbin back towards the castle. you’re grateful for the falling darkness, because you can feel how bright your cheeks are burning right now. 

“i’m so sorry about them,” you apologize, and felix laughs it off.

“they seem fun,” he says, then tugs on your hand gently. “follow me, i know the best place to go where we won’t get caught. trust me, i sneak out all the time with hyunjin and minho and we’ve never seen a soul.” you nod nervously as you follow felix’s lead, praying that you won’t regret this.

after a bit of walking and some light conversation, you arrive at a small clearing near the edge of the lake. 

“this is SO against the rules,” you mutter to yourself as you step over some large roots. felix gets to a spot where the sky above is clear (and growing darker by the minute), and there’s lots of room around you. he straddles the broomstick and motions for you to join him. as you make your way behind him, you can’t help but wonder if you're more nervous about flying or about the prolonged close contact with felix. there are so many layers of clothing between us, you tell yourself, it’s fine. you place your arms loosely around felix’s waist, nervous to get any closer.

“we’re gonna start off just hovering, okay? we’ll take it slow, it’ll be alright. you can tell me if you want to stop, but i really think it’ll be fine, trust me,” he says to comfort you, and you nod. felix kicks off the ground, and you gasp as you feel your feet dangling in the air. instinctively, your arms squeeze tightly around felix, and you press yourself as close to him as possible.

“i can feel your heart racing, it’s okay just relax!” felix says with a laugh.

“easy for you to say, you practically live on a broomstick,” you grumble, and you feel felix’s body shake with giggles underneath you.

“i’m gonna take us a bit higher now,” felix says, and you press your face into his back as you feel yourselves rise higher, the air getting colder as you ascend. you feel a gentle breeze tangling your locks, and the broomstick begins to inch forward. you open one eye slightly and let out a small squeak as you see how far the ground is below you. you’re almost above the height of the trees now, and felix is doing slow laps of the clearing. 

“see, it’s not too bad, right?” he asks, and you force yourself to open your eyes again. if you don’t look straight down, you have to admit the view is really nice. trees and rolling hills pepper the landscape, and you can see the quidditch pitch and hogwarts a bit farther in the distance. the last rays of sun are reflecting off of the lake, and the twilight sky is beginning to sparkle with the night’s brightest stars. 

“yeah, i guess it is pretty nice,” you begrudgingly agree. your knuckles are white as you hold on to felix for dear life, but the more time you spend up here the more you realize how stable he’s keeping the broomstick, and how much he does seem to be taking caution to make sure you’re comfortable. you let out a shaky sigh as you try to relax and take in the scenery as you hover above the trees. 

“there’s one more thing we can do, if you’re okay with it,” he says, asking for your trust. you say nothing, simply nodding into his back; you’re afraid if you open your mouth you’ll regret it. as soon as he has your confirmation, the broomstick suddenly bursts forward and you can’t help but let out a piercing shriek.

“FELIX!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!” you manage to yell over the howling wind. your eyes are tearing up from the cold night air, and your throat feels dry, and you’re convinced your heart’s stopped beating. felix just lets out a joyful laugh in response, yelling back to you “SHOWING YOU THE BEST THING ABOUT FLYING!” before plunging the nose of the stick into a dive towards the ground. he pulls up, of course, and does a few more fancy tricks before slowing down to a more leisurely pace above the treetops. 

you sit there in shock for a moment, wide eyed and breathless, trying to take in the wild turn of events.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!! YOU IDIOT WE COULD’VE DIED OR SOMETHING,” you scream in between breaths, still trying to get your heart to stop racing. 

“but we didn’t, right? i told you you could trust me!! was that not fun??” he asks, giddy with adrenaline. you choose not to respond, because he’s right--as much as his sudden moves scared the living daylights out of you, you have to admit it felt pretty freeing. 

“this is my favourite view,” felix says to change the topic, and you lift your head up to look around. you’re coasting above the lake, the last rays of sun painting the landscape golden. more stars are out now, and the glow of the castle feels truly magical and welcoming. you steal a glance at felix, cheeks nose and ears bright red from the cold but an awestruck look on his face nonetheless. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so peaceful and content, and the feeling spreads to you as you finally relax your grip a little and rest your cheek on felix’s back. 

“thank you, felix,” you mumble, feeling surprisingly at ease now. 

“sorry, what was that?” he asks and you can hear the grin in his voice.

“i’m not saying it again,” you warn, and he remains silent. part of you wishes you could live in this moment forever, gliding over the mirror-like surface of the water with the warmth of felix to stave away the cold tendrils of night air.

“we should uh, head back. it’s getting pretty late,” he eventually says after a comfortable silence passes. you nod in agreement, and felix takes you back to the quidditch pitch, where he returns his broomstick quickly before coming back to walk with you to the castle. the walk back is mostly silent, with the two of you hiding from professors and prefects a couple times but making it back to the ravenclaw common room unseen. there seems to be some shift in the energy between you now, the silences feeling a bit more awkward than before, but neither of you wants to acknowledge it. 

“well, uh, thanks for trusting me. and sorry if i scared you,” felix says with a small laugh as you reach to door to the common room. 

“it’s okay, i uh...i actually had a really good time. you’re right, you know, it is a really wonderful feeling being up there.” you admit. you have to stop yourself from adding “with you” to the end of that sentence. “so thank you for everything, lix,” you say and you cringe at the nickname that accidentally escaped your lips. felix tries to hold back a smile but fails miserably, blushing at the nickname. 

“goodnight, y/n,” he says after clearing his throat.

“um..goodnight,” you say before going to answer the riddle to enter the common room. as you mutter the answer and begin to enter, you hear felix call after you.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

there’s a long pause.

“uh, nevermind. goodnight!” he says, and before you know it he’s down the stairs and out of sight. confused, you creep up to your dormitory to get ready for bed. your dreams that night are filled with the wind rushing through your hair, beautiful landscapes whizzing past you, and most importantly of all, felix’s joyful laugh ringing in your ears.

[jimimn]

HHFJSLASI YOU AND I ARE JUST PROFESSIONALS WHEN IT COMES TO RAMBLING AND I LOVE IT I'LL MAKE THIS FIRST ASK SHORT SO THAT YOU CAN ADD THE READ MORE AND PUT THE REST UNDER THE CUT SO THAT YOUR FOLLOWERS DON'T HAVE TO DO A LOT OF SCROLLING LMAO - 💫

your brain i love it 😌😌

MISS SHIVI YOU'RE TOO SWEET 🤧💞 HFAKKA JUNGKOOK MADE THE WORLD STOP WITH THAT HAIR DYE AT THIS POINT I'M JUST ✨ manifesting ✨ a selfie of him with that hair and I know for a fact that the moment that one selfie comes out ITS OVER FOR US and OMG IN A BUN??? JDJAKJD I THINK YOURE SPEAKING THE DEVIL INTO EXISTENCE. BLONDE JIKOOK SELCA LETS GO BOYS COME ON DON'T BE SHY 🧚‍♂️🌸

OOOPS THAT IDOL PERFORMANCE DOES LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE THO...ESP ALL OF THEIR GROWLS..CALM DOWN??? JIMIN?? EXCUSE YOU.

AND JUNGKOOK'S OUTFIT WAS SO HOTJFJSLQJDJWKA. I did watch the performances later and can attest that DYNAMITE SLOW JAM IS NOW MY ANTHEM AND BLONDE JUNGKOOK SINGING IT IS DEFINITELY NOT GOOD FOR MY SANITY

CHANEL MODEL!JIMIN MISS SHIVI I AM THINKING MANY THOUGHTS NOW FOR REAL THO HE SHOULD TOTALLY WEAR MORE CHOKERS AND CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM FINISHING A PERFORMANCE ANF THEN RIPPING IT OFF AND THROWING INTO THE CROWD LIKE JSLWLAKF DEATH UPON US ALL!!! Honestly he can wear anything at this point and ummm 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️ BUT FBKSKA I HOPE THIS ISNT WEIRD BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF JIMIN'S COLLARBONES PEAKING OUT FROM UNDER THE CHOKER AND WE'RE GOING A LITTLE FERAL AGAIN

BODY ROLLS DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED THERE IS NOTHING MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN HIM NOT ONLY BEING SO HOT BUT ALSO USING PERFECT TECHNIQUE!! AND THAT GAZE BYE I'M SHORT CIRCUITING HE CLEARLY KNOWS HIS POWER AND ISN'T AFRAID TO USE IT aND THAT LOOK GAAAAH 5TH MUSTER JIMIN COME HOME PLS THE FOOD IS COLD AND EVERYONE'S ASKING WHERE YOU ARE (me....I'm everyone) NO NOO DON'T BE SORRY I LOVE IT TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR MUSINGS *cups face in hand and leans on table*

AND I AGREE!! TAEHYUNG LOOKING GOOD IN THAT SUIT ONLY SHOWS US THAT THE GODS TOOK THEIR SWEET TIME ON HIM AND LMFAO I MEAN THEY'RE NOT WRONG THO 🤡 IS A PRETTY ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF US and omg you've got a sister!! that's so nice 💓

LITERALLY ON WITH THAT DANCE BREAK IN A CONCERT WITH JIMIN JUMPING OVER JUNGKOOK WHEN I TELL YOU I UGLY CRIED FOR HOURS AFTER SEEING THAT DURING THE MV PREMIERE I DON'T THINK I'LL LIVE KNOWING THEY DID IT IN A CONCERT and ooooooo you should definitely keep hoping!! We got an I need u performance, so anything's possible!! I got into them with bs&t so it makes me very 🤧🤧🤧 in retrospect but nothing about jimin dancing his jacket off was 🤧 it was more of a 🥵😵🥴🤕🤒 type of feeling LMAO

I KNOW RIGHT I LOVE HOW THEY ALWAYS GIVE US LIL UPDATES EVERYWHERE LIKE "OO I WENT CAMPING" "OO WE ATE BREAD!!" "OOO LOOK WE'RE JUST GOING TO DROP COVERS AND SELCAS SO YOU CAN LOSE WHATEVER LITTLE SANITY REMAINED!!" BUT YES TIMES LIKE THAT WHEN HE TWEETS JIMIN IS THE LITERAL EMBODIMENT OF THE BIGGEST HEART EMOJI

AND FJSLADHK I NEVER TOLD YOU LMAO MY BRAIN 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️ MY BIAS IS JIMIN!! I MEAN BY THE LOOKS OF IT YOURS IS TOO HE MAKES US ALL SO 💕💓💫💓💗💕🌺🌈💘💓✨💗💓🌸💕💝🌈💓💗 ITS A LITTLE EMBARRASSING HOW MUCH HE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE WOW HOW AM I LETTING A MAN WHOM I DON'T EVEN KNOW HAVE SO MUCH CONTROL OF ME. HE'S JUST... EVERYTHING 🥺 I'M IN MY BREAK AND A LITTLE TOO EMO RIGHT NOW!! BUT I GUESS YOUR BIAS IS JIMIN TOO RIGHT? TAKING BY YOUR LOVELY BLOG AND BRUTALLY HONEST (IN THE BEST WAY!) URL LMAO IF NOT THEM I'M SORRY FOR PRESUMING 🙈🙈 but tell me!! how did you get into them??

(god...I'm just looking and I see I wrote too much I'm so sorry fksjwlfo)-💫

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i love seeing your asks in my inbox ok they make me very happy 🤧🤧 BLONDE JIKOOK IN A BUN SELCA I AM MANIFESTING!!!!!!!! BOYS JUST OPEN YOUR GALLERY AND DROP THEM SELCAS I KNOW YOU HAVE A LOT OF THEM PLS SPARE SOME FOR US THANX 😭

JIMIN IN THAT IDOL PERFORMANCE HOLY SHIT YES 😳 LIKE EXCUSE ME WHAT KIND OF DISRESPECT IS THAT 👁👄👁 and then in the same week he became small cuddly jimin with a boopable nose during the home performance 😔

istg jungkook looked like a very hot rich ceo of a huge company or sth 😳😳 (which he actually is sdfghjk atleast partially sdfg)

CHANEL NEEDS TO CALL JIMIN ASAP 🔫🔫🔫 AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING MAKING ME IMAGINE WILD SCENARIOS LIKE THAT 😭 ok imagine him smirking the “i know im hot” smirk after he throws the choker DEATH OK ABSOLUTE DEATHHHHHHHH and omg yes his collarbones along with the choker 😳😳😳😳 (and no its not weird asdfghj chill) 

AND OMG THAT IS THE BIGGEST PROBLEM RIGHTTTTT!!!! THAT PARK JIMIN IS ABSOLUTELY AWARE OF THE POWER HE HOLDS AND HOW HOT HE IS!!!!! AND HE USES IT JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT WHICH IS KNOWS IS ENOUGH FOR US TO GO ABSOLUTELY FERAL and he’s such a fucking tease too dear lord i can’t with him 😭😭😭😭😭 AND OMG “*cups face in hand and leans on table*” STOP BEING SO CUTE OKAY WTF I AM BLUSHING HERE 😭😭😭😭

AND YES 🤡 IS DEFINITELY ALL OF US 🤣 i remember waiting for 12 am kst every freaking day for a week before BE dropped and big hit was like “not today you absolute clowns” on all our faces 🤡 AND YESS AAAAAAAA she’s not my own sister though!! she’s my aunt’s daughter. they’ve come to visit us for a week 🥰🥰

ON DANCE BREAK WITH JIMIN JUMPING OVER JUNGKOOK HOLY FRIKKIN YES BUT HAVEN’T THEY STOPPED DOING THAT JUMP IN THE RECENT PERFORMANCES? im sad :(((( BUT YES THAT IN A CONCERT WITH ARMY CHEERING AND FANCHANTS AND EVERYTHING HOLY SHIT CAN’T IMAGINE THE ENERGY IN THE STADIUM DURING THAT 🤯🤯🤯🤯 ARE YOU KIDDING I GOT INTO THEM WITH BS&T AS WELL. i am never ever ever going to be over that song. and yes jimin’s “accidental” jacket flips in bs&t are the reason is why i live and breathe 😌😌 (and simultaneously die multiple deaths) I AM NOT EVEN MAKING SENSE ANYMORE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND OMG I KNOW RIGHT WHEN CHRISTMAS LOVE DROPPED WITHOUT A FUCKING CLUE I WENT !@#$%^&*()&^%$#@q@#$%^&*( BECAUSE I HAD JUST WOKEN UP FROM SLEEP AND /?????? NEW SONG FROM JIMIN??????? THAT FELING WAS JUST HHHHHHHHHHHHHH atleast tae gave us a hint BUT I WAS STILL NOT READY WHEN SNOW FLOWER DROPPED. DAMN I HOPE THEY DON’T DO THIS NO WARNING THING WITH KTH1 AND JJK1 BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO BE FUCKING SLEEPING WHEN THEY DROP ASDFGHJK  AND JIMIN AAAAAAAA JIMIN I MISS HIM SO MUCH CAN HE GO LIVE AGAIN PLS I JUST WANT TO HEAR HIS SOFT VOICE AND SEE HIS EYE SMILE AND FLOOFY HAIR AND TINY HANDS :(((((((

AND OMG YOURS TOO???? 😭😭😭 AND PRESUMPTION WHAT PRESUMPTION OMG OFC MY BIAS IS JIMIN (and six bias wreckers 😌😌) LIKE I HAVE JIMIN IN MY ICON AND IN MY HEADER AND IN MY URL AND I GIF JIMIN MOSTLY SO 😭😭😭 WHAT PRESUMPTION 😭😭😭 and god yes i love every little thing about him 🥺🥺🥺 FROM HIS SOCK DOODLES TO HIM BEING SUPER CLUMSY AND HIS JACKET FLIPS AND HIS SEXY BRAIN AND HIS KIND HEART AND HIM NOT GIVING TWO FUCKS ABOUT GENDER TO HIM GROWLING ON STAGE TO HIS NIPSLIPS I JUST!!!!!LOVE!!!!!!EVERYTHING!!!!! 🤧🤧🤧🤧 AND yes lmao my url ok story time!! so when i made this blog... i didn’t know i’d get into giffing and stuff lol so the friend who got me into bts (i’ll come to that story later) suggested jiminsjacketflip as a url for my blog but i was like nah this doesn’t sound cool so i added a bit of ✨pazzaz✨ and made it flipthatjacketjiminie LMFAOOOOO and ive been wanting to change it for a while now because its so fucking long and my watermark on gifs looks shitty because of that 🤡 but i haven’t found anything as unique as this one yet and i also think that if I change my url people won’t recognize me so im just..... living with this one lmaooooo 🤡

AND OKAY OMG so i got into them at the end of june 2020. My friend anna (who also has a blog and makes a++++ gifs @/lifegoesmon) got me into them. She made me listen to them and the first song i heard was stay gold as far as i remember and then it was BS&T AND GODDAMN THE WAY I GOT FUCKING HOOKED TO THE SONG I KEPT LISTENING TO IT ALLLLLLLL DAYYYYYYY and then she showed me the performance for bs&t and i knew i was a goner 🥴🥴 then I watched chaotic bts compilations and they were so fucking funny and adorable that i went like???? how are they so sexy and intimidating on stage and this adorable and chaotic off stage?😭😭😭 we listened to bts’ discography for like three hours on the first day and she shared her playlist with me and stuff and god I just fell for their music. and then obviously with their dance and then obviously with everything about them 🥺🥺 HOW ABOUT YOUUUUUUUU? WHEN AND HOW DID YOU GET INTO THEM???? (and pls don’t be sorry sdfghjk i love reading your asks 💖💖💖) OH ALSO DID YOU WATCH RUNNNNN???????? WHICH ONES DID YOU WATCH????

[ladylilibet]

Tainted Love|Chapter 5.

I/II/III/IV/V Tainted Love – How can you tell a lady no? The White Wolf claimed he needed no one, but his collection of misfits started with Lady Helena of Oxenfurt… and ended with her, too.

                    Chapter V: 𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖙 𝕶𝖆𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖓, part I

Kaer Morhen.

Helena had read about the fortress before. The School of the Wolf, where Witchers were created and taught long ago. If she closed her eyes, she could picture the compound in all its grandeur during its formative years. Now, however, only sat the shell of something once great.

Rusted armor littered its vacant halls. Shattered windows poorly patched up allowed a stiff breeze, but not enough as the air still smelled of mildew and mold . She pondered how this was all Geralt knew of a home and found herself comparing their different worlds .

"Miss Helena, do I need to repeat myself?" A disgruntled voice interrupted her thoughts. "Silver and steel -- what is the difference?"

Vesemir, Geralt's mentor and father-figure, sat before her. She watched as the old man crossed his arms and shot a stern look in her direction. Like Geralt, his face was speckled with scars. A pair of golden eyes locked with hers, evidence of the mutations inflicted on a Witcher.

"Silver is for monsters," Helena stated, recalling what Geralt had told her months ago, as she gestured at the blades at their feet . "Steel is for humans. Steel can work on monsters too, but silver is more efficient, especially in cases like the Bruxa. Silver shouldn't be used on humans as it's delicate and shouldn't be used for combat."

When her companion told her that he knew a great teacher to teach her swordsmanship, she presumed he was referring to himself . Perhaps he'd taken into consideration her former education. That a slow-paced learning environment would benefit her more. Something he couldn't provide.

"Well done, Miss Helena." Vesemir stood with a stretch and a groan, "Later, we'll focus on how to properly hold your sword and stance.

Wait, she didn't think it'd be this slow.

Helena furrowed her brow, "That's all for today?"

"I didn't expect Geralt to winter at Kaer Morhen, let alone with a... guest. Though delighted to see you both, I mustn't let it get in the way of my nap.

"Lesson finished so soon?" Geralt questioned with a quirked brow as she left the study.

"Said something about needing a nap."

He hummed and drew her in for a hug. Helena was still getting used to the intimacy the Witcher displayed; he rarely did so freely. Each time, she'd feel his muscles tense, unsure. He'd melt the moment she'd wrap her arms around him -- touch starved and taking her all in.

"Since I'm not yet capable of steady holding a sword -- or at least until Master Vesemir wakes -- what do you suggest we do?"

"I could show you to your room," Geralt suggested with a smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

The maiden titled her head and nibbled nervously on her bottom lip. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead of her voice, another spoke over her.

"Oi, pretty boy!"

The Witcher in her arms tensed up once more and muttered, "Fucking prick" ere abandoning her embrace. At the end of the hall stood two more Witchers.

"You know I heard that." The so-called 'prick' stated with arms crossed. He narrowed his cat-eyes at the pair and donned a sneer, "Who's your lady friend? Thought papa Vesemir said not to get involved."

His partner beside him walked over to greet Geralt. Despite the scar on his face leaving behind a permanent menacing grimace, he wrapped Geralt into a warm hug. Geralt returned the hug and gave the man a firm pat on the back.

"Helena, these are my brothers. This here is Eskel and that sod over there is Lambert."

Lambert faked a bow, "Charmed."

"Didn't think you'd be making it this winter," Geralt made conversation as he and Eskel began to walk down the corridor.

"Same as every year," was his reply.

Helena followed a beat behind to allow the friends to mingle. She looked to Lambert on her left who matched her pace but said nothing.

He eyed her back, "Never understood why you women wore blouses that show off your shoulders like that. Pointless. Showing off your tits, I understand, really. Noted and appreciated. But your shoulders? Bah." Unlike his older companion, Lambert didn't hold back nor hide his wandering gaze.

"Excuse me?"

"Too fuckin' cold in this dump," He quickened his pace to catch up with his brothers, "Got some whiskey from the Isles. Let's drink, men!"

Lambert took charge and now led them to the dining hall.

"Eskel, buddy, fetch the drink and some cups!" He sat down at a table with Geralt and Helena across from him. "How 'bout we play a game? Hm, strip Gwent?"

"I've never even played Gwent before," Helena replied with a frown.

"Even better."

Eskel came to the table, muttering under his breath he wasn't a barmaid. He set a tankard in front of each man and filled their cups.

"Only got mugs -- that okay, Helena?"

She hummed a reply and smiled as he poured her drink too. The drinking up looked comically large in her hands. She brought it up to her lips, sniffing the drink first, and took a mouthful. Much to the Witchers' amusement, Helena choked and sputtered, not expecting the burn.

"Want us to water it down for ya?" Geralt teased as he rubbed her back. She shook her head no, face red from both the alcohol and embarrassment.

"So, princess--" Lambert began.

Helena corrected him, "Actually, I'm only a Lady--"

"--whatever. What brings you to this shithole?"

Unsure how to answer, she looked to Geralt.

"Met her in Oxenfurt after a contract. Wanted to come see what we do." The white-haired man spoke for her with a shrug.

"So are you really a Lady?" Eskel asked.

She nodded with a small sip, "Lady Helena." She tapped her chin as she pretended to be in thought, "Though you may call me 'Your Grace.'"

"Your Grace," Lambert rolled his eyes and brought his mug up as if toasting. "Still doesn't answer my question. How? Sure. But why? Too many bonbons? Couldn't figure out which maid to terrorize?"

"Lay off her," Geralt ordered.

Helena dismissed it with a wave, "I want to feel like I was born more to be someone's wife and womb. I'm to be married in six months time and I want a memory I can look back on fondly."

Eskel nudged his buddy sitting beside him, "We of all people ought to understand the longing of choice."

"I've been working on a monster journal -- well, it's more of a diary, to be frank. I think it'd be swell to make a book about where I've gone and what I've seen. Hell, this is the farthest I've ever been from Oxenfurt. If it never graces a publisher or library, so be it. I'll read it to my brats before their wetnurse sees them to bed." She continued her rambling with blush and a chuckle.

The other two Witchers nodded at her, whereas Lambert clasped his hands together loudly, "So... Strip Gwent?"

"No," was the collective answer.

"Alright, killjoys. Any suggestions?"

The group thought for a moment and Helena spoke up.

"Back at university, we would play this game. It's called 'Never Have I Ever.' Someone starts by saying 'I've never...' and finishing the sentence however they want. Whoever has done that thing, downs a shot. Then it's the next guy's turn."

The game commenced and Helena was left to learn some interesting facts about the Witchers. Their mugs required multiple refills, she had yet to finish her first. She chalked it up to age difference and upbringing.

"Well, I appreciated the company," Helena took a last swig and stood, "But I should probably head to bed before I learn too much about you lot."

"Papa Vesemir havin' you polish swords in the morning?" Lambert teased causing the other Witchers to snicker at the innuendo.

Confused, she raised a brow and shook her head no.

"Aah, great, so you have time to polish my sword," The short-haired Witcher wouldn't relent and received a sharp glare from Geralt, "Fine, fine. I can polish my own sword while Helena polishes Geralt's. Eskel's sword is pretty small, so--" Eskel stopped laughing and swatted at Lambert who was consumed by his buzz.

Blinking, Helena shrugged it off. As the other two were consumed in a slapping fight, she dipped down to whisper in Geralt's ear, feeling brazened by the alcohol.

"I'll leave my door unlocked for you."

Bad idea.

Helena awoke a few hours to the sound of banging and crashing then loud shushing. She shot up and looked for the source of the noise as she rubbed sleep from her eyes.

In front of her were the three Witchers, backlit by the moon. Eskel and Geralt were dressed down to their underwear, whereas Lambert was wearing her favorite dressing gown. Eskel covered himself and looked away whereas Lambert put his hands on his hips, showing off an hourglass figure.

"Y-you mad at us, L-lena?" Geralt slurred his words as he struggled to stand. Helena huffed loudly and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Only mad that he looks better in it than I do."

[underthemoon-overthestars]

A voice in the Dark - Aftermath

She'd been running, most of the day and well into the night.  After being shot at by New Canton and chased by various mobs of people and undead she felt she had nothing left to carry on. Sam changed that his rambling to her even though he didn’t know she was still alive, it made her want to come home and after picking Sam’s transmissions to her that's where she was heading. He told her to run towards the red beacon; that they were telling him to go to bed and that there was a horde heading in. They always headed over by Abel; she hadn’t been there long but she heard them some nights when she couldn’t sleep. she didn't know if they were the Same zombies or new shamblers, it had never occurred to her before as she had never given it any thought, zombies are zombies and they were behind her. a few shamblers had made it to the gates. Sam had warned her that they were going to lock the gates, as they did every night to stop any zombies getting in.

Exhaustion had almost overtaken her when she reached the crest of the hill, she could see Abel, there was runner 21 and 18 on the sentry, one of them had spotted her and ran to alert Sam and raise the alarm. She heard Sam suddenly full of life again shouting she made out the words “I can see you”, “open the gates” and “you're home”. She made it through the gates and collapsed breathing heavily.

The gates came down behind her, she was home. The edges of her vision were foggy, not sure if this was from tears, exhaustion or if she had got something in her eyes from landing on the ground, she didn't care.

She heard steps, hurried steps running to her the voices seemed far away and the more she strained the quieter they became.

“Five, Five” Sam was shouting her name, people had begun to crowd waking up from tents and the few blocks of ‘housing’

“grab her left arm Evan, I’ll grab her other arm we can get her up”  Sara and Evan scooped Five up from the ground she had lost consciousness but she was breathing and there were no obvious bite marks and no coughing which was a good start. “Sam she's out cold, run on ahead Evan and I have got her we can take her to Maxine, you can let Maxine know that she’s okay, unconscious, but no bites or anything untoward. Go on we can manage Five.”

Sam ran off in the direction of the medical building, eager to relay the message to Maxine.“everyone make room, go back to the bunks or go to the rec centre.”

“we will give you an update when we know anything, now runners back to bed, we've got runs in the morning. now go!” the onlookers and runners dispersed quickly at Evans request, as head of Runners they did tend to listen to his orders more often than they would Sara’s but they obviously thought Five had died, either New Canton had shot her or the Zoms had turned her. she was the last person they expected to run back through the gates.

Sam filled Maxine in just as Sarah and Evan brought her through.

“lie her down on the bed, I’ll look her over, but you're sure Sara, no bites? She's very lucky, especially in the dark. She's extremely dehydrated” Maxine ran her hands over Fives skin, she had a few bruises and an occasional small scratch likely from the branches as she ran through the dark woods. “can you all please leave, I will give you an update on her condition as soon as I know anything” Sara and Evan looked at Maxine their own stubborn looks as if to say ‘i’m not going’ were met with Maxines cold glare and crossed arms, they glanced at each other and nodded.

“I'll come in first thing check on Five if that's okay Maxine?”  “Both of you get some rest, I’m sure you both have important runs to do tomorrow, sure you can come and check on her tomorrow Sara but for now I need to finish her examination, get some fluids into her and let her rest.” A smile danced on Maxine's lips as the two runners walked out, she continued to examine Five, checking more for any internal damage, broken bones, bleeding etc.

She had already removed Fives trousers before she realised Sam was still there. He looked a little pale and shaken, he had hold of her hand tightly, not too tight so that it hurt, just tight enough so he knew she was really there, he stroked a strand of hair from her face and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. “Sam I didn't even realise you were still here. go get some rest Sam, Fives okay she’s resting and so should you, the other runners need you tomorrow.”

“Maxine, can I stay? I need to make sure she's okay; I want to be here when she wakes up. I thought I’d lost another runner, don't think I could take losing another one, especially so soon after Alice.” Sam's eyes had tears in them, she couldn't force him away, she didn't think that Five had been around long enough to get so attached but she also knew that Sam cared about his runners, he was still so human after everything that had happened since the out break.

“you can stay, there's a chair and some bedding over there but you've got to stay out of the way Sam, so no hand holding just sit and get some sleep” Sam looked at his hand, sheepishly he put her hand down and fetched the chair and blanket.

Maxine removed Fives t-shirt it was dirty cold and wet but no tears in the fabric. She had on a black sports bra underneath. Maxine checked her chest and abdomen before slightly lifting her to check her back and neck. Maxine also checked Fives head for any lumps, bumps cuts or scrapes of which there were none and no sign of any broken bones. she walked across the room and wheeled over an iv stand with a fresh bag attached. she opened a sealed package containing a needle and hooked it up to the i.v drip, she cleaned the area around her elbow, tied a tourniquet and placed the iv into the blood vessel that appeared just below the surface. Maxine looked at Sam a warm smile on her face. “no broken bones no external wounds no worrying bruises. I think this may be a case of a very lucky runner with shock, dehydration and a few small contusions. Sam shes going to be fine, a little rest and she will be just fine.” Maxine released the tourniquet and walked over to the cupboards pulling out a blanket, she placed it over Five to keep her warm. "She's resting Sam, and you should too" Maxine stifled a yawn and stretched a little. "I'll be back to check on her in a few hours, just promise me you'll get some sleep" Sam nodded silently at Maxine as she turned to leave. "I didn't realise how close you two were" "We weren't really, but, I guess I didn't want to let myself get too attached then when Janine almost got her killed today with New Canton I realised I didn't really know her but I still cared. Max when I saw her ahead of the horde running back, I thought she was dead and she came back she’s the only one who ever came back." "Sam you're overtired and understandably a little emotional just rest and you and Five can talk in the morning, we can all talk in the morning." With that, Maxine walked back out into the dark leaving the two alone. Sam leant forward in his chair his arms on the bed. "I meant it when I called you my friend, I know so far we've not spoken much its been a bit crazy since you got here, no excuse though I guess, I'm really glad you're back and you're alive, I'm sorry about the ice cream rolls and for everything I said. Look at me saying sorry and you can't even hear me I’ll see you when you wake up Five then I will really say sorry." Sam yawned and moved backwards in the chair pulling his blanket tight around him.

Morning came around quickly and Janine out of guilt for her part in Five being out all night checked in on her 3 times before being reassured she would get an update once Five had finally woken up. A few of the runners checked in before heading out for their scheduled runs. It was almost midday by the time she had woken up. She looked around confused at her surroundings until the events of the previous day flooded back. She was home, no longer alone in the dark.

[the-wlw-cafe]

Forget Me (Not)

Request: #62 Memory loss with Lena Luthor preferably the Reader losing their Memory? They were Dating for awhile but got hurt protecting Lena so now she doesn't remember Lena who decides it's best for her not to remember so that the Reader doesn't get hurt again so Reader goes About their normal life but with Lena basically suffering every time she sees them bc she's still in love with them idk Maybe a happy ending if you wanna

Fandom: Supergirl

Warnings: referenced injuries, some language, being Long as feck

Word Count: too many (3265)

You awoke to the sound of hushed voices. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, every noise seemed to drift towards you through a thick layer of jelly, muffled and warbling. You felt like you were floating. It was the smell that finally clued you in that something was off: It smelt sterile, like hand soap and disinfectant, not like the scent of lavender, coffee and freshly washed sheets that you associated with home. You slowly opened your eyes, blinking against the bright white lights that surrounded you. When you tried to move, you noticed an IV drip sticking out of your arm.

Ah. Hospital.

The voices became clearer, two women, arguing.

“Now you’re just being dramatic, Lena, this isn’t your fault!”

“If it weren’t for me, none of this would have happened. Getting close to me is a risk, you know that, and I’ve been selfish enough to ignore it, but I just can’t anymore. I’m making the right decision here.”

“The only thing you’re making is a big mistake Lena, I know how much – (Y/N)!”

It seems they have noticed that you are awake, and the taller of the two, a blond woman whose face splits into the most sunny smile you’ve ever seen once she makes eye contact with you, comes rushing to your bedside. The smaller one, pale, with dark hair framing an impossibly gorgeous face, stands in the back, clearly left distraught by the argument you’d interrupted. You immediately got the overwhelming urge to reach out and comfort her.

“(Y/N), we’ve been so worried about you, but I knew you were a trooper!”

She immediately goes in for a hug that leaves you stiff and awkward. You have no idea who this is, but they clearly know you very well, which can only mean one thing. But that couldn’t be, things like that were reserved for soap operas only, it didn’t happen in real life...right?

The tall blonde seemed to notice you not returning the embrace, pulling back with a frown.

“Is something wrong? Are you hurt? Oh Rao, did I hug you to hard?” she fretted, a worried crinkle appearing between her brows.

“Oh no, the hug was fine, I just...” you make a helpless flailing motion which leaves your IV drip swinging. “I’m sorry, I’m going to be frank, I have no idea who you are.”

The blonde lifted her hands to her mouth to cover a gasp. “But...but you must recognize Lena, right?” she exclaimed, gesturing towards the other woman. Oh this was bad. You hated to see these people hurt and worried.

“Nope, does not ring a bell.” You replied.

“But she’s-“ the blonde began, only to be cut off by the other, Lena.

“- the one whose building was trapped with the bomb that put you on a coma. I needed to make sure you’d recover, and seeing that you’re awake, I’ll go get a doctor for you”, she said curtly, and gave you a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. She’d already turned away before she’d finished the sentence. You and the blonde watched her leave the room.

“Is she okay?” you asked.

“Honestly? I don’t know. She’s going through a lot of stuff at the moment.”

  Lena returned with a doctor not long after, and a series of exhausting questions later you were diagnosed with amnesia. When or whether your memory would return nobody could tell, but you were released two days later with the recommendation of trying to go through your day as it came naturally to you, visit familiar places and not stress yourself out too much over remembering. You felt lost and vulnerable in the apartment that was so unfamiliar to you, yet everyone seemed to recognize as yours. Kara, the blonde woman who had dropped by your bedside multiple times to bring you some fried sugary goodness to offset the horror that was the hospital food volunteered to sleep on your couch until you’d find some semblance of normalcy in her life (“No, really, it’s no problem, Alex – my sister – will look after my plants, and I think they’ll thank her for it, I keep drowning them for some reason...”).

  On your first evening at the place you didn’t remember as home, you went through Kara’s phone together, looking at pictures of her, her friends and you together in the hopes that it would stir something, anything inside you.

You scrolled through pictures of you and her friends at bars, at picnics, at game nights, always laughing and smiling, and still these peoples were strangers to you. All of them, except one.

“That’s Lena! From the hospital!”, you exclaimed, just glad that you had found one face that didn’t make you feel like looking through stock photos of a group of handpicked multiracial attractive models.

You furrowed your brow in thought. “That’s weird, though, she didn’t mention us being close.”

Kara smiled a slightly pained smile, said something along the lines of “well, you met her through me, I was interviewing her for CatCo and things just snowballed from there”, before quickly scrolling on. You see her face popping up in some pictures after that one, but you don’t bring it up again.

  In the following days, Kara took the time to re-introduce you to all of her friends, to her sister Alex, Alex’ girlfriend Maggie to Winn and James, she tried to get a hold of Lena but the CEO declined. It didn’t surprise you, being CEO of L-Corp probably didn’t leave her with much free time. The Superfriends did their best to make you feel welcome in their midst, but you still couldn’t quite shake the feeling that you were hanging out with a group of complete strangers, who somehow knew your favourite drinks, your Noonan’s order, and your preferred board games.

  Kara took you to L-Corp a week after you were released from hospital, since it was there you lost your memory, and per chance you ran into Lena. Kara invited her along to grab coffee together, but with one look at you she blanched, pressed out that she was urgently needed in a meeting from between clenched teeth, turned on her heel and walked right into the room she had left seconds before. It was completely empty.

  You started to get the feeling that Lena didn’t like you.

  The following Saturday, you were proven wrong, she didn’t just dislike you, Lena Luthor outright hated you. It was game night, and you had attended out of a sense of obligation and the fact that you started to grow close to the Superfriends – for the second time from their perspective. Lena arrived late, played one token round of Taboo, and then left immediately after, citing a work emergency. The phone she pretended to talk on was clearly switched off.

  Days turned into weeks, and this became a common occurrence, no matter how much Kara and the others conspired to get you two to talk to each other.

By far the worst thing about this situation was however the fact that you seemed to affect Lena’s friendship to Kara too. You caught them, once, arguing in the kitchen at game night after they had gone to get more wine.

  “Lena, she’s suffering, you’re suffering, and this has to stop. You can’t keep running away from this and honestly I’m not sure how much longer I’m willing to lie for you!”

“Kara Danvers, don’t you dare. Don’t you dare destroy everything I’ve done to-“

“-to make both of you miserable? Lena, open your eyes, this isn’t working! (Y/N) has a right to know –“

You couldn’t take it any longer and decided to announce yourself by clearing your throat. The two women whipped around to face you.

“Sorry”, you began, awkwardly scratching your neck as if you hadn’t just caused a rift between these two friends. “The guys are asking for more beer.”

“Oh, we were just...” Kara started, clearly in the early stages of a trademark ramble.

“...just leaving. I was just leaving.” Lena finished, her gaze fixed on some spot behind you. You didn’t manage to contain your scoff in time. “Another work emergency, I gather? Or what’s the excuse you have for us today?” you said. Lena stumbled backwards as if you had hit her, and immediately you regretted your cold words.

“I...good night, (Y/N).” Her voice broke on your name and you swore you could hear her sniffle as she rushed past you. You stared at Kara, unsure of what had just happened in this kitchen, when you felt a second wave of anger wash over you.

“No”, you growled. Kara looked at you, puzzled.

“No, she doesn’t get to do this. She doesn’t get to avoid me for weeks when I needed her the most, when she should have been there for me like all your other friends...my other friends were! She doesn’t get to make me feel bad about calling her out on her bullshit! I don’t know what I did to offend her, I literally can’t remember, but why can’t she just talk it out with me like a goddamn adult?!”

You braced yourself on the kitchen counter as you stared into the dark night outside. Voicing your anger had felt good, it had been a long time coming, but you’d still do anything to get some closure on this whole situation.

“Oh, (Y/N)”, Kara breathed, looking torn. “Lena doesn’t hate you. She...she’s in a difficult spot right now, and she thinks she’s doing the right thing but she’s really, really not...she’s a very headstrong woman.”

“Yes, feel free to tell me whenever you’re ready to stop talking in riddles and feel like making sense”, you snapped.

“Lena made me promise not to tell a word, and I can’t break her trust like that, but I also can’t stand to see you both so miserable.” Your friend heaved a great sigh, and at this moment she looked older than you had ever seen her. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and after some typing, she presented it to you. “Just...take a look.”

She had opened a folder named Top Secret L  and you actually let out a small giggle at that. Subtlety really didn’t seem to be her strongest suit.

The folder was empty except for a series of four photos, obviously taken in quick succession at a park. The first was Kara, taking a selfie, pointing excitedly at some kissing couple on a park bench. Half of you wanted to sit Kara down for a serious talk about privacy and personal space, the other half just smiles because that’s Kara, the same Kara that had called you one evening after having seen an elderly couple feeding ducks at a pond, squealing “true love exists!”. The second photo is another image of the couple, up close this time, and your heart drops into the general vicinity of your stomach when you recognize the lovebirds. That is, without a doubt, Lena Luthor, one hand in your (H/C) hair, the other at the small of your back. The third picture clearly showed your reaction to being busted, Lena hiding her face in your chest and you throwing your head back with laughter. You couldn’t tell whether the blushes on your faces stem from embarrassment at being caught or from the heated kiss you had been sharing. In the fourth and last picture, Alex was photobombing you, pretending to gouge her eyes out with a cocktail umbrella.

You put the phone down, staring blankly at nothing in particular. You hadn’t expected to be able to feel this photo so vividly, not to remember, but to know how Lena’s soft lips felt on yours, how her scent surrounded you, how you were able to feel her pulse racing out of control...

You were longing for something, for Lena, for a feeling you didn’t remember but missed anyway. You looked up at Kara helplessly, seeking guidance, advice, something.

“Were Lena and I...” you croaked, not trusting your voice to get the whole sentence out.

“An item? Yeah. You even tried to keep it secret from us for a time, but we saw right through you. And by ‘we’ I mean Maggie ‘detecting is my job’ Sawyer”, she added with a soft smile.

You leaned against the counter.

“I imagine you two have a lot to talk through”, Kara said gently.

You nodded absent-mindedly, already working through hundreds of reasons why Lena would not want you to find out you had been in a relationship before the bomb and the memory loss debacle.

Kara grabbed you by the shoulders, gently ushering you towards the door. “Come on, I’ll tell the others where you are. You go get your girl.”

  She texted you Lena’s private address as soon as you were out the door. In the lobby of her apartment building, you saw a security guard immediately lumbering towards you. You cursed inwardly. You had no idea what to say. “Yes, apparently I used to be Lena’s girlfriend until a few weeks ago, but don’t ask me anything personal about her or our relationship, as I have conveniently forgotten it all.”

Before you could even begin to delve into a shakily improvised excuse, he broke out into a wide grin.

“Miss (Y/L/N)! I was wondering when I’d see you again here! It’s been too long! You and Miss Luthor didn’t have a falling out, did you?”

“Something like that”, you murmured, still taken aback by his jovial greeting.

“Well, I know it’s none of my business, but Miss Luthor hasn’t been well in the last weeks. I do hope you’ve come to set her straight.”

“Well, that’s the plan, but we’ll see how it goes”, you reply, showing a shy smile.

“Then by all means, don’t let me keep you here any longer, I’ll let you right up!” he said with a goofy thumbs-up gesture.

Lena lived in the penthouse, so you had plenty of time to come up with something to say to her on the elevator ride. You left the elevator without any semblance of a plan. You took one last, deep breath, steeled yourself and knocked on her door.

There were a few seconds of tense silence, and then –

“Who’s there?”

Even through the door you could tell from her hoarse voice that she’d been crying.

“It’s me, (Y/N). We need to talk.”

Nothing.

“Lena Lutessa Luthor, you open that door right now or so help me I’ll get Kara to throw me in through the window!”

For a moment you thought Lena would refuse to let you in, but then you could hear the tell-tale click of the door as she let you step into her apartment. You tried not to let it take your breath away too much, but you still found yourself slightly distracted by the gorgeous view on the golden lights of National City by night.

“I assume Kara told you, then.”

Lena had her back turned to you, obviously trying to hide her tears from view.

“Kara didn’t technically break her promise to you, she just let me connect the dots”, you said.

“So she didn’t tell you that she thinks I’m a coward and a liar?” she snapped, but you could hear the fright in her voice. She was scared and hurt, and therefore lashing out. And again, something inside you ached to take her in your arms, comfort her, and never let her go.

“Lena, you know Kara would never say these things. She loves you.”

Lena made a strangled sound, somewhere between a scoff and a sob. You decided to press on.

“I just need to know why. Why did you try to hide this from me? Were we...were we unhappy? Did that bomb just come incredibly convenient to you, so you didn’t have to break up with me?”

You were getting worked up again, you couldn’t help it. You deserved better than 3 weeks of the silent treatment, especially when as vulnerable and confused as you had been.

“Did Kara tell you what happened the day you got injured?” Lena asked, her voice almost inaudible.

“Yes, there was a bomb at L-Corp and I got caught in the blast-“

“You shouldn’t even have been there! I received the bomb threat several minutes before the explosion. There was enough time to get every civilian out of the building and to safety. There was enough time for you to be far, far away from any danger. And yet you turned around, and you ran right up to my office, because you just had to make sure I was okay. And when there wasn’t any time left anymore, you tried to shield me from the blast. I saw you get thrown against a wall, (Y/N). I saw you lying there, with broken limbs, not moving, and I thought you were dead! I thought I had lost you!”

Lena whipped around to face you, her face red and tearstained, but there was a grim determination gleaming in her eye.

“I thought you had died because of me. Do you understand now, why I have to do this? I loved you, I still do, but I can’t allow you to throw your life away for me. You deserve more. You deserve someone who can love you without endangering you whenever you’re together.”

“I’m not stupid, Lena”, you reply, after a few seconds. “I knew that when I got into the relationship with you. And I still chose you. And I think...I think I would do it again. Kara showed me the pictures of you and me in the park, I’m not sure if you remember-“

“Of course I do”, she sighed. “It was our first official date. You were actually going for a kiss on the cheek, but, well, so was I, and our lips just awkwardly collided for a moment before things...escalated.”

“Yeah”, you chuckled. “I could see the escalation.”

You swore there was a small smile playing around the corners of Lena’s mouth.

“The thing is, Lena, I felt something when I saw us kissing. I might not remember what we had, and maybe I never will, but I still miss it. I miss us. And maybe, in time, we could rebuild all of this.”

Lena’s mouth dropped open.

“Really? Even after how I’ve treated you? Oh God, how I’ve treated you, I’m so sorry, (Y/N), but I was so scared...”

You interrupted her with a raised hand. “You can’t do this to me again, Lena. You can’t just leave me out of the loop. If we are to have a second chance for...well...us, we need you to be able to trust each other completely. I need you to tell me the truth, always, even if it hurts, even if you’re afraid, and you have to trust me when I say I know what I am getting into.”

Lena nodded frantically, under tears, but she was smiling as well. You weren’t surprised to feel your eyes burn as well. And suddenly, you didn’t know who initiated it, maybe it had been a shared impulse, the two of you closed the distance between each other and fell heavily into each others arms, sobbing tears of relief, joy, loss, fear, a bit of everything.

This would take time, you both knew it, and both of you still had wounds that were a long way from healing, but in this moment you refused to let each other go. This was a path you had to take together, after all.

[aestheticvoyage2017]

Day 323: Sunday, November 19, 2017

Got my Sunday morning ramble on, launching out of Santa Ana, through Orange County and down that famous California Coastline, familiarizing myself with the geography and the strings of towns Id heard of but now I know:  Laguna, Oceanside, Encinitas, San Clemente.   Whats it look like when I am at my best?  Driving with the window down on a cold morning, on a beautiful road that Ive never been on before.  By 8am I was down on Dana Point finding a good overlook on the “Old Gold Lantern” Rd.  Passed on speed to take the PCH instead.   Goal today was to fill in the gap - by jetting down to La Jolla, Id close the entire gap coastal road now between Vancouver BC and Ensenada (save those 10 miles the Big Sur slide blocked me!)

Stopped for a great bagel breakfast in San Clemente, where I knew I was on a roll > pass, pass, pass, pass-  perfect!   Got just the right spot to stop for breakfast, and also caught my first shopping experience in a Ralphs.  The Dude Abides with a big bottle of Brother T; just needed a sunny place to drink it.   Continued on down past Camp Pendleton, and through the old Carlsbad Rd, passing this time on beach after beach making my where I hoped the perfect one would call at me.   Found it in Encinitas where a detour l landed me down on Moonlight Beach.  Camera in hand, I walked down the beach to where the cliffs took on and the beach let go.  Strolled in the cool water and misty ocean haze where even the seagulls had style.   A surfer dude passed and said “Hey - look!”  I shot my eyes into the water not sure what he was pointing my attention to just as a perfect wave broke and three dolphins were in it surfing.  He was pretty thrilled and said “isnt that awesome? they’re the best surfers here”  nice.    I continued on down along the cliffs until it started to feel bit dangerous - flashes of high tide on Rialto - decided getting trapped by the ocean wouldnt be a good excuse for not making it back to Denver tonight.  On the stroll back I noticed something Id missed the first time while stalking the dolphin dudes....a long wall of nothing but rock cairns.  Very very cool.  Took some pics and one of the rocks as a souvenir.   Back on the beach, I found a quiet sunny place to sit and soak some Vitamin D while drinking my brother T with my book.  Watching the clock, it was time to start making my way back to SNA to catch that 2:55 flight.   Successfully closed the loop to Torrey Pines before chasing I-5 back to where I started.   A sunday drive on the Cali coast of the PCH and its town - a whole new stretch of land and a sunny way to spend a Sunday in November.

Milked every minute I had available to me, zipping back onto the plane with 10 minutes to spare - AC worked the A; love how she doubled back for a friend and  got that big bird to take me back home to Mile High.   48 hours off work spent doing exactly what I love most of all.

Song:   Big & Rich - California

Quote:  “Muscles aching to work, minds aching to create - this is man.” ― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

[hazohazahazbro]

Awkward Encounters // Tom Drabble

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Featuring: Tom Holland

Warning: none

Request - you’re living in the same building as Tom and you walk out of the apartment and walk into Tom wearing some unruly clothes and hair.

The day was going to be a good one. Until you woke up with an agonizing headache and sweaty skin. You were sick. And it was the achy, cold kind of sick. The type that drained all your energy and made you dead on the couch for five days. You hated being sick. Well, you were positive everyone hated being sick, but you especially hated it because you always felt like you were losing days you could be doing something productive. 

Sun draped the walls as you groggily walked from your large comfy bed, to the living room. Staring out the large windows at LA. Sun kissed the roof tops and spelled out a forecast of high twenties. You smiled warmly as you felt the sun reach your skin and warm your aching body. What you really needed was your favourite tea and to watch Gossip Girl on repeat. Gathering more strength, you dragged your body to the kitchen, which was open to the living room so the sun followed you where you went. 

Reaching uncomfortably up into the cupboard where you kept your tea, you swung open the door to see the empty shelf. your heart stopped for a solid minute as you gaped at the empty shelf, where normally all your boxes of tea would be. Realization hit you as you remembered you finished your last box yesterday and you were planning on buying and restocking the shelf today. Groaning in frustration, you slumped down the cupboard wall and to the floor. Glaring at the floor.

What were you going to do? Tea was the only thing that really made you feel the slightest bit better, especially when you were sick. There was a high chance that you didn’t have any sick drugs either. Since you hadn’t been sick in over four years. You had good health, for the most part.

“I guess I’ll go to the store.” You mumble out loud to yourself, echoing through the quiet apartment. A sound from the living room gave a response, and a moment later your cat came pouncing into the kitchen. Curiously walking over to you and giving you a head butt. You placed a hand on your fluffy tabby as he started to purr. 

“Ughh.” You groaned as you pulled yourself to your feet, your cat scurrying off somewhere. You headed back down to your bedroom, searching for your wallet. You found it underneath your bed. Why it was under there is a complete mystery to you. 

Without checking a mirror, you headed out the door, to the elevator and down to the lobby. You didn’t really care about your appearance because you knew everyone who worked in the building and lived there. And everyone was older than fifty, so it didn’t bother you. 

Stepping out into the lobby, the sound of chatter floated to your ears instantly. Weird. You thought. It’s very early morning on a Saturday, who the hell would be up? Coming around the corner to the front desk, you two people bickering at the front desk clerk. His face flushed, chattering back to the couple, you assumed. Passing by them, sending the clerk a sympathetic look, you headed out into the LA streets. It wasn’t too busy this early, but the streets were still filled with traffic. 

Your headache throbbed in one ear, making you squint at the sidewalk, being upset you forgot your sunglasses to shield the bright light. Shit, you felt hungover more than sick. The store was two blocks away from your apartment building, you could easily get there in ten minutes.

Suddenly, something came flying into you out of nowhere. You weren’t sure what it was exactly, since you didn’t see it and before you knew it, you were on the round staring up at the bright LA sky. Your head buzzed violently. your body rattled and ached in a newfound pain. A weight on your chest made it impossible for you to breath and you strained your neck to see what the hell was on top of you. A human being!

“Get off!” You huffed, trying to use all the strength you had to shove them off you. The person’s head raised slowly, dazed. Their eyes connecting with yours. Your heart stopped hammering against its cage. The strength you gathered drained along with it. Curious, large brown eyes stared down at you. Lush locks of soft brown fell over the persons face, hiding the rest of his features. It didn’t matter anyway, because you were already in love with him, clearly.

“I-i’m so sorry!” He had an accent. You noticed immediately. The guy scrambled to his feet. You inhaled right away, realizing you’d been holding your breath. The guy got to his feet, his height seeming immense, since you were still sprawled along the sidewalk. He reached a hand down to you, which you gladly took. After he pulled you to your feet, ungracefully by the way, you finally got a good luck at his features.

Handsome. Was your first thought. His eyes guiltily scanned your face, searching for some sign of injury. Your breath was still uneven and your bones ached, but you were starstruck by this man in front of you. Who has yet to explain why he came flying into you. But that thought vanished as you realized he was smirking. Blushing ferociously, you glared at him. Why is he smirking?

Then it hit you. Harder than he had.

Awkwardly, you peered down at your outfit. That’s just fucking fan-tabulous. You thought madly at yourself. Here, you stood in front of this God-gift to mankind and you were wearing your Batman shorts and Santa tee. What the shit!

Your hair was most certainly an unruly mess as well, which made you feel even worse about yourself. The gorgeous man in front of you stopped staring at your shorts before meeting your eyes, your face a new colour of red.

“Why Batman?” His accent floated to you in a wave of confusion. You shook your head, feeling like you misheard him.

“What?” You asked. He snorted, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at your shorts for a moment before staring back up at your face. 

“The shorts,” he pointed to your legs. “Why Batman? Why not Spider-man?” He asked, sounding offended. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Out of everything, that’s what he’s curious about?

“Uhm,” you mumbled. “I’m not sure?” 

“Well, maybe we ought to go buy you some Spider-man shorts.” He said than, taking you by surprise. 

“Dude, are you even going to apologize for nearly decapitating me?” You asked in bewilderment. He gazed at you in shock for a moment before breaking out in this adorable, bubbly laughter.

“I did not almost decapitate you.” He said in between snorts. “But, I am sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” He added, sending you an apologetic smile that melted your heart into a billion pieces. 

“Thank you.” You muttered, glaring at the gorgeous man. 

“I’m Tom, by the way.” He said, holding out his hand to you, once again. Nervously now, you took it. 

“(Y/N).” You smile for the first time. 

“Ah! She smiles.” Tom jokes, letting go of your hand all too soon. Rolling your eyes, you were about to excuse yourself, since you were on the street this early on a Saturday for a reason. 

“I got-” 

“Do you want to grab coffee? Or tea? Or breakfast? I know it’s early,” Tom suddenly starts to ramble, scratching the back of his head. You gape at him, shocked. 

“Uhm, sure.” Your answer surprises Tom and yourself. Where did that come from? 

“Really?” Tom smiles. “Awesome. Uh, I know a place just around the corner?” He asks, stretching his arm out to the direction of the place. 

“Great.” You nod, turning away from the store. You can stock up later. It’s not everyday that some hot, British guy asks you for breakfast. 

“I really do enjoy your attire, though. It’s quite the statement.” Tom teases, his hand somehow finding the small of your back as he leads you down the street. Your heart began to hammer against its cage, the feeling of his hand at your lower back sending fireworks up your spine.

“Thanks,” you blush, hiding your face by staring down at the sidewalk. “I really enjoy your face.” The sentence slipped from your lips before you could filter it. Tom vibrated beside you as his adorable laughter filled your ears once again.

“You’re quite something, (Y/N).” Tom said, his hand tightening reassuringly for a second. “I like that.”

This was going to be a good day after all.

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sorry ive been M.I.A with my writing lately. but school is O U T now so requests will be completed and same with any ongoing series!

this is for my love @tomsbeb who is sick atm so sending you get well soon hugs xx

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Doctor, Your Crush is Showing

Prompt: Injury

Relationship: Sawamura Daichi/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Sawamura Daichi is a serious doctor and he seriously tries to bury his crush on a patient, but Tanaka Ryuunosuke doesn’t make it easy. 2312 words. 

Written for Day One of Daichi Rarepair Week! Read it here or on AO3!

“Alright, alright, quit your yapping and focus,” Ukai grumbled.

He stood next to a hospital bed, both hands in the square pockets of his white coat. The group of interns splayed in front of him stared with wide eyes and Daichi could almost hear their knees knocking from where he stood at the nurse’s station. “Our next joker here...”

He was interrupted by a delicate cough from down the hall and his shoulders tensed as he looked over the shoulders of quivering mass of young people and locked eyes with Takeda Ittetsu, the thorough and devoted chief of medicine, who smiled, and Daichi didn’t have to follow Ukai’s line of vision to know the exact look that made Ukai shiver.. “Fine,” Ukai corrected himself, “tell me about our next patient, um, Yachi.”

There was a loud squeak from deep in the group of interns and Ukai tapped his foot as Yachi pushed her way to the front. “Tanaka Ryuunosuke, um, knife wound to the shoulder?”

Ukai motioned for her to continue, and she glanced at the guy in the bed, who waggled his eyebrows. She smiled brightly and squared her shoulders. “T-Tanaka-san underwent emergency surgery to repair damage to the brachial artery. Primary repair was successful and, um, continuity was achieved. We’re watching him for potential nerve damage and infection.”

“He’s currently Daichi-san’s patient,” Yachi added. Tanaka gave her a thumbs-up and cheered silently, the memory of what happened when he interrupted Ukai’s rounds the day before obviously still fresh in his mind. Daichi held the first piece of paper he could find to muffle his laughter, because he remembered, from years ago, what happened when someone cut into Ukai’s time.

“Good,” Ukai nodded at Yachi, then he checked his watch and jerked his thumb down the hall, toward the next patient on their list. He turned around without a word and the group shuffling behind him like a single entity.

Daichi watched them leave. He wasn’t sure he had the words to express how grateful he was not to be an intern anymore. Rounds were stressful, nights were long, and tears were plenty. He was finally at the point where he got his own patients. Patients like Tanaka Ryuunosuke, who was happily showing something off to Ennoshita, the head nurse, as the nurse adjusted the IV in his arm.

Tanaka was rushed to the emergency room with a stab wound four days earlier and, post-op, he was thrown into Daichi’s care. The surgery had gone smoothly, despite the knife having nicked his artery, and despite the injury and blood loss, Tanaka had somehow dragged himself to the hospital, collapsing in the lobby. Daichi never got the full story, just enough for him to do his job.

But, that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious. He was probably some sort of drug dealer, or a member of a gang, or delinquent thrill-seeker, or something, while Daichi was a guy who didn’t remember what it felt like to not study for eighty hours a week, who had chosen this path over so many other, who had, unexpectedly, found himself with a problematic crush.

“Once you’re done staring, you might want to go check on him. He just ripped his bandage trying to flex for me and I know you like to do it yourself.”

Ennoshita’s stealthy approach and sleepy monotone unnerved Daichi, so much so that he almost fell out of his chair. “Right, hey,” Daichi coughed. “And, uh, it’s not that I like doing it, I’m just observing, the, uh healing. The process and stitches.”

“Wow,” Ennoshita deadpanned. “Your fancy doctor talk is truly impressive. You sure you’re only a senior resident?”

Daichi knew when he had been beat. He got up from the desk, nodded at Ennoshita, and crossed the hall to lean in the doorway of Tanaka’s room.

“Sawamura-san! Doc!” Tanaka shouted. He turned in the bed so quickly that it tipped and Daichi rushed in to steady the metal frame. “Was wondering when you’d come see me,” he winked.

“Hey, Tanaka,” Daichi smiled back, hand firmly on the bedrail. He ignored the way his heart squeezed when Tanaka grinned at him, all teeth and dimpled cheeks. “How’re you feeling today?”

“Good,” Tanaka replied brightly. “Great, actually! I’m pretty famous, you know, with those groups of kids coming to ooh and ahh over me and all. That Yachi’s getting much more confident, which makes sense, you know, because you guys are all a bunch of nerds,” he teased.

Daichi logged into the mounted computer by the bed and tried his hardest to not look at Tanaka while he rambled. The glow on Tanaka’s face when he gloated was annoying, and Daichi was annoyed that he wasn’t annoyed, and he tried to avoid it altogether. “Mhm,” he hummed into the screen, “famous, huh? Maybe for being the hospital idiot.”

“Hey!” Tanaka said sadly. “I’m wounded! And you sound like the big blonde doctor dude. But c’mon.” He scooted to the side of his bed, close enough to Daichi that he could almost feel the warmth from Tanaka’s skin through his scrubs. “What would you guys do without my charm?”

He didn’t have a good answer to Tanaka’s question so, instead, he chastised him. “Ennoshita told me that you ripped your bandage again. That’s twice today. Hence, hospital idiot.”

Tanaka raised his hands in surrender, but dropped them almost immediately with a sharp hiss. He pouted and looked at Daichi, face tight and screwed up, obviously trying to mask the pain.

“That’s what you get for moving around like you do. Now let’s take a look at your shoulder.” Daichi sighed, motioning for Tanaka to sit up so he could untie the back of his hospital gown and roll it down. As his fingers ghosted Tanaka’s skin and the deep brown of his skin was unearthed, Daichi sent a silent prayer into the universe. Please help me keep it together, he pleaded.

Tanaka shifted with a little difficulty, but the smirk grew on his face. “I’ve been meaning to ask… Isn’t this the nurse’s job? Or do you just like what you see?”

Daichi whacked him lightly in the head, but it was true When Ennoshita had asked the first time, Daichi told him it was good practice. His fingertips ghosted over the muscle corded around Tanaka’s shoulder and his eyes traced the dip of his sharp collarbone. He was mesmerized, as always, by the tiny bumps that formed in the cold hospital air. Yeah, he thought, good practice.

He was so deeply immersed in his thoughts and the expanse of skin in front of him that, for the second time in the last hour, someone caught him by surprise. Tanaka poked the side of his head and Daichi swatted his hand away.

“What?” Daichi asked reprovingly.

“I can almost hear those smart doctor wheels turning in your head,” Tanaka motioned to his own temples with his index finger.

Daichi finished wrapping Tanaka’s shoulder, with something that felt dangerously like disappointment. “Thinking about your chart,” Daichi lied. Well, he reasoned, he had been thinking about Tanaka’s chart at some point. And he had a job to do, teenage crush mumbo-jumbo or not. “I saw that you refused pain medication today. How’re you feeling?

“Fine, fine,” Tanaka waved it off with his uninjured arm.

“Do you want any meds?” Daichi asked carefully.

Tanaka thought about it. “Nah,” he said. “I’ll tough it out.”

Daichi nodded. They had this fight before, and Tanaka insisted that pain medication made him seem less manly, and that it would be a travesty. Daichi tried arguing, but Tanaka never budged, and it occurred to Daichi that he really knew nothing about the guy. And it weighed on him. “Okay, well, if you change your mind, which would be fine,” Daichi emphasized, “you know where the buzzer is to ring the nurse.”

“Who’s on today?” Tanaka asked quickly, suddenly alert.

“Shimizu’s not on tonight,” Daichi warned.

Tanaka sunk into the sheets and pulled the blanket up to his chin with his uninjured arm. “You think if I cry and scream and wail for her, she’ll come to my aid?” He asked, and, in a hopeful, higher voice, that Daichi assumed was supposed to be Shimizu, he clasped his hands in front of him and cooed. “Ryuu, I’m here for you, here, hold my dainty and glorious hand and shower kisses upon it…”

Daichi couldn’t help the rolling laughter that spilled out of his chest and, when Tanaka saw it, he laughed too, and they laughed together. Daichi wished he could keep moments like these. “You know that, even if she was here, she’d ignore you.”

“Ah, but I love it when she ignores me,” Tanaka replied wistfully, the tears of laughter fresh on his face. “I guess Ennoshita will have to do. He’s not bad on the eyes,” Tanaka shrugged.

Daichi choked on the spit in the back of his throat. Guys, huh? That was a thought. Daichi bit his tongue and reminded himself of his place. “Better not let him hear you say that. He might withhold your food again.”

Tanaka moaned into his hands. “Again? Is that why I was so freaking hungry the other night?”

“You did ask if Ennoshita would fluff your pillow five times in as many minutes,” Daichi pointed out.

“Okay, I kinda deserved that,” Tanaka admitted with a snort.

Daichi knew he couldn’t stay much longer, that his time with Tanaka was running out. He hated these moments, the ones where the total idiocy of his situation, an impossible, unprofessional, irrational crush, hit him hard. He was just about to excuse himself when a kid came crashing into the room, pushed past Daichi, and jumped on Tanaka’s bed.

“Ryuu!” He cried.

“Yuu! Buddy! My man!”

Daichi took a couple steps back and was about to call security when Tanaka embraced the jumping bean in his bed with a sob. They cried into each other’s arms and Daichi got a good look at the kid. Turns out, the guy wasn’t a kid, just small and lean, with a prominent tuft of bleached hair and a wide variety of piercings, tattoos, and scars. Daichi cleared his throat and, when they both looked over, noses running and eyes red, he took his leave.

“Thanks doc,” Tanaka said with a lopsided grin.

His friend, Yuu, eyed him briefly and gave him a mock salute.

When Daichi left the room, he stopped at the nurse’s station leaned on the counter, right out of view but close enough that he could eavesdrop on their conversation. He just wanted to make sure Yuu wasn’t some drug dealer or troublemaker, that Tanaka would be okay. It was a totally natural thing, right?

Ennoshita looked up from the computer with tired eyes, his hair clipped back and a stack of paperwork at his elbow. “Need something?”

“Ah, no,” Daichi said.

“So you’re just standing at my station?”

For lack of a better excuse, and not wanting to give his presence away, he nodded. Ennoshita glared at him, but accepted it with a heavy sigh and started typing again. Daichi leaned on his elbows and tuned into the voices coming from Tanaka’s room.

They talked in rapid fire succession about people he didn’t know, places he had never been too, and bands he had never heard about. There didn’t seem to anything sketchy going on, and Daichi felt guilty trespassing on Ennoshita’s patience more than he had to, and he was about to leave, really, but Tanaka shushed Yuu so loudly that it reverberated in the walls.

“Dude! Not so loud!”

“Nah dude, you got it so bad, you’re blushing like a bride on her wedding night! I cannot let this go.”

“I know!” Tanaka whined. “It’s fucking embarrassing! I can’t help it. It’s like, he comes near me, and I have to take off my clothes. I might even rip my bandages on purpose.”

Daichi inched closer to the wall, until he was right up against it.

“You’re pathetic,” Yuu laughed.

“Well, I gotta get my kicks when I can, ya know? What am I gonna do, ask him out?”

“Wait,” Yuu stopped. “You’ve actually thought about it?”

Tanaka laughed without humor. “Since the moment he greeted for the first time in his deep, manly doctor voice and told me I looked good.”

“He was probably just talking about your gaping wound, dude.”

The room went quiet for a couple minutes. Then, Tanaka started talking. “He probably thinks i’m some deadbeat drug dealer or gang banger or something. I mean, who else gets fucking stabbed in an alleyway and passes out in a hospital lobby?”

“Fuck, Ryuu,” Yuu said quietly, almost too quietly for Daichi to hear through the wall. “You didn’t tell him how you got stabbed?”

“Nah, not really important.”

“Not important? Those fucking assholes threatened your sister.”

“Yeah, and who’s the dumbass that tries to pick a fight with guys with knives? Idiots who aren’t good enough to date doctors.”

Daichi was now right around the corner, gripping the edge of the wall.

“No, no. You might be a dumbass, don’t get me wrong, but you’re a dumbass that loves his sister and if some hoity-toity doctor thinks he’s too good for you,” Yuu choked. “Just, don’t ever fucking do that again.” His voice shook with every word.

“Hey Yuu,” Tanaka whispered.

“Yeah?”

“You’re a pretty crier.”

“Shut up!”

“You shut up!”

The voices dissolved into laughter, the bed creaked with the weight of two full-grown men, and Daichi thought he heard someone get smacked in the head with a pillow. With a deep breath, he pushed away from the wall and walked past the nurse’s station as casually as he could.

Ennoshita glanced up just in time to catch a glimpse of the skip in the doctor’s step.