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sarcastically-defensive17 · 3 years

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Hello lovelyyy! Could i request a Billy imagine? He makes fun of the reader after hooking up with her at a party and she just playa along for the sake of his reputation but it hurts her a lot. He finds her and apologizes and its all really angsty with a happy ending??✨

Facades - B. Hargrove

I love this req so so so so so so much and I am so sorry I took so long to complete it! If you hate it then I am so so sorry and I hope you let me know so i can send you pictures of baby otters to apologise!

I really hope you like it!!

TW: THIS STORY CONTAINS MENTIONS OF BULLYING, SEXUAL REFERENCES, SWEARING, BRIEF ALLUSIONS TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE / PARENTAL ABUSE, BILLY BEING A BIT OF A MYSOGINISTIC PRAT, Y/N STANDING UP FOR THE LITTLE PEEPS AND BEING A QUEEN AND MENTIONS OF NON-CONSENSUAL STARING AT INTIMATE BODY PARTS.

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Original Story by defensive_sarcasm17.

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Billy Hargrove was an asshole.

Not just your regular asshole, but the kind that knew he was an asshole and allowed his severe longing for attention to control his every action. Whether positive or negative attention, he craved it; he reveled in it.

He knew it was wrong, but simply knowing he was on somebody’s mind in any way filled him with a sense of pride. It disgusted him but the thrill was far too addictive.

And there was sweet Y/N. Anybody could tell that she didn’t fit in. She walked - no, she strut - to the beat of her own drum. The minute he arrived she caught his attention. He had never before witnessed how somebody could be so unique and beautiful, yet remain on the outside. She was a fascinating creature and he hadn’t before felt such an intense desire to get to know somebody.

She was so different to so many people, both in personality and appearance, yet she took care to avoid bringing others down. Her first interaction with him was her reprimanding him for speaking ill of another girl in their grade with his friends. She had overheard the conversation that occurred near to her locker and made sure to discuss it with him away from his friends.

The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass him and herself, but she also needed to tell him that his behaviour was unacceptable. He made more of an effort to watch his tongue after that, but old habits die hard and he quickly resorted back to being an ill-mannered asshole.

Just... never to her.

Nevertheless, he was still drawn to her. Their relationship evolved, a few sneaky kisses, hanging out outside of the arcade, or the cinema, or even the one time that Billy was eating at the diner and Y/N took a seat across from him just to babble about some new thing she was doing. If she was anybody else, Billy would have told her to take a hike, but instead, he clung to every word she told.

What Y/N didn’t know, though, was that she had become a butt of some jokes amongst Billy’s friends. Her kind, bubbly personality, her eyes that were often wide in energetic glee, the way she held a cheesy smile on her lips whenever she passed Billy in the hall.

To her it was normal. Never in her the lengths of her imagination would she conclude that the way she behaved would spur other people - people that she has grown alongside - to ridicule and tease her behind her back.

So she continued on in blissful nativity, even going as far as spending a night with the brutish boy - cuddled together, fumbling blindly amongst the rumpled sheets of her double bed. What started as a meaningless conversation at one of the many parties ended in one of the best nights that either had experienced.

She was entirely enamored by him, forming an intense and strong connection with the way he would present himself to her. She quite enjoyed the Jekyll within him.

The euphoria that he felt in her presence wouldn’t fade away like it normally did, even as he took his leave from her.

But when Billy was seen by Y/N’s neighbour, Angela, leaving her house early in the morn, the news circulated with the intensity of a swarm of angry locusts amongst the school.

And when Billy turned up to school late the next day, after a long and enjoyable farewell with Y/N and a quick stop at his own abode to change and freshen up, he was hounded the minute he approached his friends in the cafeteria.

“Please for the love of all that is cool in this world, tell me you didn’t hook up with freaky Y/N,” Tommy blurted in front of almost the entire cafeteria. The frown on Billy’s face did nothing to deter the boy, and from the corner of his eye he could see Y/N still as a statue as she felt most eyes turn towards her. Her tray was clasped between her fingers and she struggled to shift her features away from shock. “I mean, look at her,” he raised a hand as if he intended to whisper, yet the silence of the room ensured everybody heard, “You’d get more satisfaction out of a bean bag chair. She’s a dork.”

In that moment, he had two options: stick up for Y/N and confess to the growing admiration he harbored for her in front of everybody, and remove the cloud of admiration he received from many women and men alike; or do what billy does best-

“Please, I won’t put my dick just anywhere, willingly,” he scoffed, avoiding the burning gaze from the girl. His stormy blue eyes hid the flurry of his neurons, all of them working overtime to one up with an excuse, an answer, anything to avoid judgement from his peers. “She ended up with my jacket at the end of the night and there was no way I was letting her keep it.”

Tommy had an evil smirk on his face, turning his gaze towards Y/N and eyeing her in a grotesque way. His eyes linger on her chest for longer than she deemed comfortable before he snapped back to Billy. “Figured as much, but, we’ve all seen the way the freak looks at you. Even now, she can’t keep her eyes off of you.”

More sniggers erupted throughout the room. Y/N placed her tray down carefully, planning to leave the room as fast as she could, but she stopped when she saw Tommy crook a finger at her. He beckoned her closer, and she wanted nothing more than to shrink down to the size of a mouse.

“Is she dumb?” Tommy grunted as he nudged Billy’s shoulder with his own. “Come here, freaky!” Some chatter resumed in the room, but all eyes were still on her. She slowly stepped towards their table, crossing the few meters difference as slow as she could.

A chuckle left Billy, but he had forced it from his chest. His mind was going through many scenarios in which he could hurt Tommy, his favourite settling on stabbing him in the hand with one of the cafeteria forks followed by a severe pummeling to the face, but the eyes on him sent his adrenaline spiking. He felt horrible about speaking so badly of Y/N, but everybody had their attention focused on him. He was making people laugh, gasp, grumble even. He saw the girls at the table next to them get closer, winking at him and whispering along themselves about Y/N.

It was intoxicating.

“Tell us, freaky,” Tommy drawled, a sinister smirk forming in his thin and cracked lips. “You’re just obsessed with my man, Billy, here. Aren’t you?” Billy didn’t meet her eyes, and she knew - she just knew - that he didn’t enjoy what was happening, but she figured he would have the decency to stop it from continuing.

She had seen many sides of Billy, including the menacing, careless, boarding-on-sociopathic side, but she had managed to convince herself that she was immune to the abuse that tumbled from his lips. Y/N was already scolding herself inside her mind for thinking such discrepancies.

“Look at her, Billy. She can’t even speak!” Billy felt Tommy shove his shoulder with the palm of his hand, dropping the appendage quickly when he noticed the glare Billy shot him. His face paled slightly before the arrogance returned and the smirk resurfaced when his gaze shifted back to Y/N.

She hadn’t moved, her eyes locked on Billy. In those situations, Y/N knew her tear ducts were far to close to her eyelids, often spilling over at the any confrontation. She shied away from it, knowing that it often resulted in heartache and misfortune - but this time she felt anger. She just wasn’t quite sure if the anger was directed at herself or Billy.

Maybe both.

To add fuel to the flame, Billy turned his steely cerulean eyes towards her, raking them along the length of her body before he decided to open his mouth once again.

“Do i make you speechless?” his voice was sultry, warm, juxtaposing with the chill that ran down her spine at the audition.

It took her back to the previous night when he whispered sweet nothings against her skin. But she knew this was not the same Billy. This was the Billy that he would show to everyone. Everyone but her.

This was his Hyde, and she despised it. This was far from her Billy, but she knew how much his reputation meant to him.

He held her gaze strongly, but she could see something else in his expression. He was hoping that she would stay quiet, retreat from any chance of spilling his secret to the entire cafeteria, but part of his mind was telling him that he deserved her to speak the truth.

“I can’t help it, Billy,” she mumbled, hoping that a confession would make everything end. Her face was stoic, jaw set in a tight clench, only relenting to let the words slip out. To the rest of the cafeteria, it would portray as nerves and embarrassment, but to Billy - he knew that something had definitely changed in the usual mild-mannered, kind-hearted woman. Shame was running through her head at an alarming rate, mixed with embarrassment and cut with a growing anger. “I’ve had a crush on you for so long. It’s hard to deny how i feel about you.”

The words hit him like a speeding truck. Despite their activities, she had never once given him an indication for the depth of her feelings, nor had he for her. He had came to the conclusion that she simply knew of his emotions without the audition of them - he treated her so differently, he thought.

Nevertheless, he wanted to believe that her words were the truth, but the fire blazing in her beautiful eyes set his skin alight and had his heart pounding against his ribcage with guilt. She was Y/N. She was kind, she knew him. She knew how much he craved the satisfaction of being on somebody’s mind as if he could sense that he held somebody’s attention.

He knew she did it to help him, and he was somewhat grateful underneath the growing guilt.

“Wow,” Tommy breathed. His face held a look of astonishment, but once again he returned to his stock standard expression. “What an absolute spaz!”

Billy found himself nodding along to avoid the heat-filled stare, swallowing the lump of bile rising in his throat, “Why is it that all the dorks think they have a chance with me? I must have a wannabe-magnet that makes them all hot for me,” his cackle was filled with faux-malice, but the students were none the wiser. His thoughts were roaming around his head, moving faster than he was sure his brainwaves could manage.

He barely noticed when a feminine voice hit his ears and said something about Y/N needing to cool off before pouring a drink over her head. The red liquid was already beginning to stain her shirt and her hair was pushed to the front of her face.

“There you go,” Carol - the girl that had Tommy wrapped so tightly around her little finger that she has a circulation issue - had been the one to spill the liquid over her head. The smile on Carol’s face was dripping with sugar, but Billy knew that it was actually salt.“The red makes you look less like an ugly cow.”

A gasp left her lips, her eyes closing quickly. Y/N knew that the tip of the iceberg was approaching. Everybody has the point in their anger when they hit a point of hypersensitivity. Their body struggling to find a way to release the pent up friction in anyway, and it chooses to take the route of tears.

When she opened her eyes they had already began to blur with tears, yet she could still make out Billy’s figure, but she didn’t stay long enough to hear their taunts any longer. Her feet carried her to her car at a steady pace, where she finally allowed the emotion to escape in any way it pleased.

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He had expected to see her in their next class. Her presence was the only think that kept him from flipping out during their history class. Mr Daniels, the balding, narcissistic, middle-aged douche bag, had it out for him. Billy had often joked that it was because of the hair - pure jealousy, he said. The mere sight of Y/N’s profile managed to keep him occupied, his mind running wild with thoughts of the woman.

But when he had noticed she wasn’t there, all resolve had fled his body as his body fled the school. He had been trying to reach her since he had left, the pay phone on the corner of the block had his attention for nearly an hour, all of his change spent dialing her number over and over again with the same result.

The guilt was eating away at him, shame creeping up his spine.

He was an asshole. Plain and simple.

He had spent nearly his entire wallet on the pay phone, growing more frustrated by the minute. If she were home, she would answer. She always did. She was too kind to ignore a call. Hell, she even stayed on the line with telemarketers until they stopped talking for long enough for her to apologise and bid them goodbye.

The mere thought had him slumping his forehead against the receiver of the phone. His patience had worn thin and he cursed under his breath as he reefed his keys from his pocket and set off towards his blue camaro.

He needed to see her. The image of tears running down her cheek was burned into his mind, occupying all of his thoughts as his subconscious mapped out the route to her house. He had only been there once, maybe twice after dropping her home one afternoon, but he had the way etched into his hippocampus alongside many things about Y/N.

He had barely pulled in to the curb before he shut down the engine and stomped to her door.

His knuckles were rapping on the door before he knew it.

He knocked again, and once more. But no answer. Her car was parked in the drive way, he knew she was home. He picked up on the faint sound of music playing, some indie band that she was fond of. Not Billy’s taste.

“Y/N?” He called, fighting the lump that had swollen in his throat. “Y/N, please, I need to talk to you!”

The door opened slightly, just enough for Y/N to stare at him with innocent eyes full of shame before the chain stopped it from advancing further.

“I think you’ve said enough, Billy,” her voice sounded broken. Shattered even.

Her hair was still saturated, the T-Shirt she wore was stained, and he faintly recognized it as one of her favourite articles. A from was deeply carved into her features and he had to restrain his mind from thinking about how she adorable she looks with a crease between her brows and a dimple forming on her chin with growing anger.

“Darling, please let me in. I need to talk to you about something,” he flashed a charming smile. His pink lips contrasted perfectly against his sun-kissed skin. He was a delectable sight and he knew so; he made sure to dress to impress on the daily. He craved the looks of lust and jealousy. Like neon straight into his awaiting veins, it was his drug. Even the way Y/N glared up at him made his ego hum, but his heart ached with the disappointment she showed. “What happened in the cafeteria... it’ll never happen again. I just, I couldn’t-“

The door abruptly slammed in his face silencing his words in an instant. He froze, the sound shaking his spine and clearing his train of thought, only for the sound of a chain clicking and the door reopening capture his attention back.

There she stood. Hair drenched beyond all hope, clothes stained a bright red, throwing off the aesthetic of her outfit for the day. Her makeup was smudged more than he originally thought, as if she had been furiously scrubbing at her eyes with her hands. His heart ached, but he couldn’t deny the excitement in his nerves when she gave him her full attention.

Her hand reached out to grab his shirt, pulling him inside faster than he thought possible.

“Couldn’t what?” She snapped at him, venom coating her words in a way that made him recoil. “Couldn’t resist making fun of me? Couldn’t resist having every single pair of eyes on you? Couldn’t resist taking the piss out of me, just like you have done for months?”

She wasn’t meant to know about that, he thought. She was meant to be none the wiser. His face paled, eliciting a dry laugh from her chest. She felt the pressure of the forced omission in her stomach, the muscles aching from the furious sobs that racked her frame moments before.

“All of this time, I was trying to be your friend, Billy! And you!” She waved her hand at him, pointing at him in a manner dripping with unbridled anger. “You were playing me for the fool! I’ve been the butt of all jokes between you and your asshole friends since the minute I opened my big mouth to talk to you, haven’t I?”

He knew he was in the wrong. He knew that he should have punched Tommy in the face for even bringing anything up in front of her. His friend had noticed that he had abruptly halted the jokes surrounding the girl in question, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit the real reason why. He was falling head over heels, but he just didn’t know it yet.

Now he felt like his heart was ripping in two at the sight of her blotchy cheeks and red rimmed eyes, and he was the reason.

“It started as a joke, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you,” His voice was full of pain. Self-loathing. “Yeah, Tommy and I used to make fun of you for a while, but...” his words faded away.

The chuckle that left her lips this time was a hearty one, more like she was laughing at an actual joke than their humourless situation.

He didn’t realise how intently he was staring at her sock covered feet until he brought his eyes up to her face. She was genuinely laughing, but the tears that he didn’t realise were falling down her cheeks made his arms twitch from the need to hug her.

“My god,” she huffed, bringing her palms to her eyes and pressing hard, almost as if trying to hold her tears back. Her voice deceived her, and she sobbed for - what felt like - the millionth time that day. “I’m such an idiot.”

His hands connected with her shoulders and he brought her in against his chest. The hug was all he could do to comfort her, for he knew so little about his own emotions to even begin to understand another’s pain.

“Every time we spoke, every time we hung out together...” she pulled herself back from his chest. She couldn’t stand the contact that she craved so much, for she knew that it was unrequited. “Every time I kissed you.. last night. It was all bullshit!”

“Princess,” his own voice began to shake, feeling overwhelmed and anxious, “Every moment I have ever spent with you has been because I want to.”

She worked her hands into her now half-damp hair, pulling it back from her face in a tight grip, “Why? You and your friends needed some new material?” She released a heavy breath, her lips trembling. “Nancy told me about all of the jokes last week, yet I still went home with you last night. I still played along while the entire cafeteria stared me down because I know how much your reputation means to you. I know that I am at the very bottom of your priority list, Billy. Everything you do is for a purpose, and your purpose with me was just to make me feel worse than literally everybody in that school already does.”

He reached for her hand slowly, as if he were afraid she would pull away from him forever. He was never sure of his emotions, but this time, he knew that he would watch the world burn just to make her happy. He hated himself. He hated Tommy, and the girls that embarrassed her further. He hated Neil, and he hated his own narcissism. He hated the world for making such a beautiful soul so miserable, but he especially hated how he knew right from wrong and still chose the latter.

His fingers laced with hers, but her hand remained slack in his grip. It was better than nothing, he thought.

He cleared his throat, the organ feeling as stiff as a piece of cardboard, his mouth dry. The next words would be difficult, but they were honest. She deserved honesty.

“When I first met you, I didn’t know who you were, and I didn’t really want to. You were kind and thoughtful and you pulled me aside to chew me out for talking shit about some girl, but you did it where you knew my friends wouldn’t hear, just so you could spare my reputation. For the first little while, yeah, we made jokes. I made fun of the weird way you dress and the horrible music you listen to, and how you are the nicest person I have ever met, but the it stopped. The things you did stopped being funny to me, and the way I felt when I was around you changed completely.”

“Billy, what are you talking about?” Her tear-filled eyes wrinkles, her brows furrowing deeply.

“Tommy and the rest of the assholes, they noticed that I didn’t want to talk shit about you, or that I didn’t like when they would talk about you in the way - in the way we talk about other girls. Its hypocritical, but they dropped it. Until today. All because Angela couldn’t keep her big mouth shut.” He caught the look that she sent him, frowning slightly. “Sorry. Because Angela told them that I left here this morning, and they wouldn’t shut their stupid mouths the minute they saw me. I told them that I had nothing to say about you, but they wanted answers and I said shit that I never wanted to say.”

She watched him intently. Tommy had made a lot of comments about her over the years she had known him. The other guys had too, but she did notice that they started backing off lately. She hadn’t paid much attention to the fact, secretly hoping that they had begun to mature, but to think that Billy made them stop - well she didn’t know what to think.

“Why did you make them stop?” her mind was running faster than her mouth, but she still couldn’t put it together. If Billy was anybody else, she would maybe think that he reciprocated the feelings she expressed for him in the cafeteria but he isn’t - he is Billy Hargrove, and he doesn’t have feelings for anybody.

He laughed for a second. A soft, disbelief fueled cough. His eyes seemed to shine bright in the dull lighting of her house. Neither of them had realised the time that has passed, it was now nearing the afternoon. He looked down at her, his stomach full to the brim with an odd sensation.

“You really don’t know?” he seemed to have stepped closer to her, only slightly. His shoulders were slightly shrunken in. She shook her head softly, the crease returning to between her eyebrows as she thought. “I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

Never in his teenage life, had Billy feared rejection from a woman. His mother had given him all of the rejection he needed for a lifetime, but now, as he stared into Y/N’s eyes, his lungs seemed to constrict.

It was as if her world froze for a moment. Not only did Billy Hargrove, possibly her best and only friend, confess that he has feelings for her, but he said that he loved her. To say she was at a loss for words would be an understatement, but she stood in front of him gaping like a fish, mouth opening and closing every time she wanted to say something.

“I don’t mind if you don’t feel the same,” He spoke, slightly lower than when he confessed to her. He turned away from her slightly, releasing her hand and using it to rub the back of his neck. His skin felt like it was aflame and he started to sweat. “I just wanted to let you know, especially after what happened today. I-I’m sorry for the shit I said, and I am gonna kick Tommy’s ass for this. And I’m sorry that you had to say that stuff today. I know that you just said it to help me, and I appreciate it but you didn’t have to -”

His words fell short when he felt arms wrap around his waist. It was a soft, slow gesture, new, but not entirely uncomfortable. If he had to put money on it, he would say that she could feel exactly how fast his heart is beating.

“Those things I said today, about my feelings for you...” she began, head pressed against his chest.

“Yeah, princess?”

“They were all true.” He pulled her back slightly to look at her. It was his turn to look confused. “Last night was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time, Billy. Being around you just makes my heart swell and everything better.”

His heart started to beat impossibly faster, but there was still hesitance in her voice. “I feel like there is a ‘but’ coming.”

“But I can’t deal with this split-personality bullshit, Billy.” He had never heard her curse before. It was music to his ears, exciting, entrancing, but he also knew that she meant business. She was incredibly serious. “The person you are when you are around me, that is the guy I am obsessed with. Who you are when everybody else is around... I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of that now, and I hated it.”

“I know, darling. I’m so sorry for that, I promise, I will be better. Even if you won’t have me, I will be better. For you.” His eyes held an honest strength. It was as if he were selling his soul to her, right there in her entry way, where they had stood since she wrenched the door open in a fury. “But, if you will have me, how about I take you out tomorrow night? If you don’t want to, then I understand.”

“I would love that,” she smiled up at him, the expression growing wider as a matching one took over his face.

He couldn’t help but lean forward slowly, giving her an opportunity to pull away. When their lips connected, he melted into the touch, moving with such intensity it was as if he were repeating his apology and his promise into the kiss.

She had never felt more wanted before, and he had never felt more safe.

When their lips parted she rested her forehead on his for a moment, basking in the silence and the ambiance that surrounded them.

But of course, Billy had to ruin it.

“So, you are obsessed with me, huh?” She could feel the smirk against her cheek as he nuzzled his nose into her temple.

She turned away from him so fast that the wet ends of her hair slapped his face.

“Where are you going, princess?” He followed after her, long strides catching up with her faster than she wanted.

“I’m going to have a shower. If you want to join me, you can leave that bad attitude at the door along with your shoes,” She sent him a sly wink, a smirk on the lips that Billy wanted to taste once again.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, and his shoes went flying into the hallway.

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nyxwordsmith · 6 years

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Logince where Roman breaks his arm and Logan is a nurse who just got a paper saying his first appointment fell out of a tree? Must be a little kid? Fluff. Or ill fite.

Okay, this is sickeningly sweet, considering the prompt, but I will DIE for Logince. FLUFF AND NOTHING BUT (free background Moxiety because why not?)

Warnings: Hospitals, Broken Bones, Blood Mention, Surgery Mention, Drugged Character,

Word Count: 2656 (Because of length, and the warnings, it’s under the cut.)

Taglist: @red-the-ruler (if you’d like to be added, feel free to hmu in my ask box)

When Logan Smith walked into work thatmorning, he had expected another fourteen-hour shift involving more blood andscreaming than any normal human should ever have to deal with. Didn’t help thathe seemed perfect for the Emergency Room. He was almost perpetually calm, even afterthat one tram crash…

Logan pushed the unpleasant memories away ashe stepped through the sliding doors, suddenly awash with the scent ofantiseptic and the chaotic sounds of the emergency room. But to Logan, it wasorder. Heart monitors, doctors barking orders, nurses hurriedly rushing hereand there. He could see beyond the chaos, to the order that was a hospital.

It never took him long to change, donning apair of scrubs and carefully pinning some of his hair back with a clip his friendPatton insisted he use. Logan did his best not to think about it too hard. Hewas going to buy a different one. He just hadn’t had the time. Obviously.

Pausing at the nurse’s station, he gave thereceptionist a small smirk. Virgil glanced up at him from behind his lashes,eyes already shining with a conspiracy and a tiny smirk curled onto his lips.

“Salutations, Virgil.”

The scrawnier man was already shuffling throughfolders on his desk, “Mornin’.” That tiny smirk just wouldn’t leave. Logan actuallyswore he saw it twitch, “How’s Patton?”

For a moment, Logan literally forgot about theChristmas party. The memory flashed through his mind and he barely hid his grinbehind his hand as Virgil blushed bright red.

“Fine, I believe.” Logan snickered, glancingdown a hallway and sweeping out of the way as a gurney and four nurses racedpast.

He took the moment to sober before turning backto Virgil, who had found the folder and was holding it out expectantly atLogan. That look in his eye was brighter now, his lip twitching evilly, “Fellout of a tree.” Virgil managed to keep his voice even, “Potential broken arm.”

Logan would never admit that he did actuallyhesitate when he reached for the folder. There was just something in Virgil’s eyes that made Logan uneasy. The only time herecalled this expression, it ended poorly for everyone.

Desperate to hide his unease, Logan flickedthe folder open, pretending to scan the information inside, “When are you goingto text Patton back?”

Virgil’s back shot straight, his eyes wide andmouth pressed into a thin line as his cheeks started to burn brighter. Revengesure was sweet.

He slumped again, eyes narrowed, “I’m gonna…soon…”He pouted slightly, taking a folder from another nurse and typing a few thingsinto his computer quickly.

Logan couldn’t help but snicker at Virgil, whoonly raised his eyes to the taller nurse, “Mm-hm.” He mused, still pretendingto read the information and flicking through it idly, “If you don’t hurry, he’sgoing to start spamming you.” Virgil shrank a little, “You left quite the positiveimpression.”

Okay, so maybe Logan didn’t want to grindVirgil into the dust entirely. He was one of the few people Logan could standin the entire hospital.

He actually perked up, eyes bright now withhope before he very quickly hid it, “Oh, yeah?”

“Mm-hm. Apparently you have lips like silk?”Virgil spluttered, hand flying over his mouth and eyes wide as his blush spreadover his entire face, “I have left my patient waiting long enough. See yousoon, Virgil.” Logan spun on his heel, gliding through the halls as he absentlylooked over the patient’s chart, deftly dodging rushing nurses and doctors.

He’d been able to read and walk since he was akid, and it was something he usually prided himself on. But Logan had developed a bad habit of forgettingto look over the patient’s actual identity.

And today he was gonna regret that.

“Hmm, potential fracture…” he mused aloud, “Fellout of a tree? Must be a kid.” He glanced up for only a second to locate theroom number, “No painkillers? Strange.”

He paused in front of the door, adjusting hisglasses as his pale blue eyes fell on the room number just above him. Quicklysnapping the folder closed, he reached for the handle and pushed the door open.

“Finally!”

That was nota child’s voice.

Logan had seen some strange things in his manyyears as a nurse. And yet he was nearly flooredthat a man like that had fallen outof a tree and broken his arm.

Laid out on a gurney, one arm dramaticallyflung over his forehead and the other carefully braced over his chest, was oneof the most fit looking men Logan had ever seen. And for once, Logan cursed howgay he was.

It didn’t help when his patient let the handon his face fall away.

Bright, piercing green eyes met Logan’s,glittering with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. Logan had to clearhis throat and tear his eyes down to the manila folder in his hands. There itwas, clear as day:

Patient:Roman Prince

Age:28

Gender: Male

The rest kind of fell away, “Roman Prince?”Logan cursed the slight waver in his voice as he forced his suddenly heavy feetto move to the side of the room.

“That is I.” With his free hand, he gesturedto his chest and flinched slightly when he brushed his arm. He gave Logan aslightly watery smile that was meant to be confident.

The nurse’s eyes flicked from the slightlypained expression on Roman’s face to his arm and back, “Do you need somepainkillers?” he tried to put the manila folder down on muscle memory.

And he missed, stumbling a little beforecorrecting himself. Stop staring, and doyour job. Your patient is clearly in pa-

“Not really.” Roman answered with a nonchalantshrug of his other shoulder, “Broke a leg last year. Kind of adjusted.”

At that admission, Logan’s eyebrows rose, “Youbreak bones often, Mr. Prince?”

Roman scoffed, still moving too much for hisarm. He only winced slightly, “Roman, please.”He gave Logan a half-smile that nearly melted the nurse into his shoes, “And,um, maybe?” he chuckled.

Logan couldn’t help but sigh, “And why wereyou in a tree, M- Roman?”

A brighter smile spread on his patient’s facewhen Logan used his first name, “Well,” he tore his eyes away to look at thedoor, “I must admit,” he ran his hand through his hair, “I may end up in treesmore often than the average man.”

Logan snickered, barely catching it with hishand and trying to hide it by clearing his throat. Roman glanced sidelong at Logan,his green eyes sweeping the nurse up and down as Logan tried to composehimself. He managed to look away before the nurse got himself together, “Haveyou received an x-ray yet?”

Roman sank back into the pillows, “Nope. You’rethe first person I’ve seen since I was taken out of the ambulance.” He sighedwith an eye roll, “I really didn’t needan ambulance.”

Logan’s eyes widened, eyebrows rising as hemoved to the manila folder, “Are you implying that you would have driven to the hospital?”

A coy smile spread over Roman’s face, greeneyes sliding to meet Logan’s sidelong. Logan’s gay brain betrayed him again,his cheeks flushing, “Maybe.” His voice was just low enough, just teasingenough for Logan’s breath to catch in his throat.

Once more, Logan had to hide it with a hardcough, “For one, I am grateful that someone called an ambulance for you.” One of Roman’s dark eyebrowsarched, “At least we aren’t treating you for vehicular accident trauma.”

The nurse immediately regretted the words. He hadlearned over the years that words like that were-

A hearty, strong laugh interrupted Logan’s thoughtsas he remembered to write in a request for an x-ray in the folder. It didn’tactually do much to hide his blush, but hopefully it would hide the fact hewasn’t breathing right.

Virgil’sgoing to notice how shaking my handwriting is….crap.

“Ah, but that would give me more time withyou.”

If Logan had been a computer, the error soundwould have resounded. As it was, as a human, he froze. He could hear his bloodpounding in his ears, face flushing red, but he was too busy attempting toprocess what had just been said.

After what felt like an eternity, Logan straightenedand nervously adjusted his glasses, “R-roman, I need to req-request an x-rayfor your arm.” He took a deep breath to steady his breathing, but his patientwas giving him a look that made it nigh impossible, “I will be right back totreat your scrapes.”

Roman held Logan’s gaze, eye’s half-lidded,that sly smirk still spread over his face. There was something like triumphglittering in his eyes, and he slowly licked his lips before he answered, “Dohurry back.” He teased, “It gets awful lonely in here.”

Logan hugged the folder, squeaked his responseand practically sprinted out of the room. When Virgil caught of him back at thestation, he started cackling.

Okay, maybe Virgil won this round.

Considerably more composed, Logan returned tohis patient’s room. Roman had his head tilted back, eyes closed, looking surprisinglyrelaxed for someone with a broken arm over his chest. With no painkillers.

Logan swallowed nervously as he moved aroundto a small first-aid station, sifting through the various drawers for wipes,dressings and scissors. He couldn’t get the images of Roman’s smirk and now hisrelaxed expression out of his mind.

“You’ve returned.” Roman’s voice was deep fromfatigue but still teasing and warm, “Have you come to treat my wounds?”

Logan nodded, trying desperately to return histypically professional demeanour, “You will be going for an x-ray before I’mfinished, but you’ll be returned so I can continue.”

When Logan turned, a pair of scissors in onehand and dressing in the other, Roman was smirking up at him again, “Hmm, youmake it sound like a date.”

Logan barely managed to keep himself fromgetting flustered again, sweeping to Roman’s side and focussing on the cuts. Hewas not thinking about how darkly tanned his skin was. Or the multiple littlescars that dotted this side of his face. Or the way Roman was trying to smothera grin.

“I would recommend some painkillers before thex-ray.” Logan once more attempted to pull his professional mask back on, “Theywill be moving your arm about quite a bit.”

His patient was quiet for longer than Loganhad expected, and he realised Roman had paled slightly, looking grimly to thedoor.

“Roman?”

“Hm? Oh, my apologies. I, uh,” he cleared histhroat, “I’ll take you up on that actually.”

Logan gave him a practiced smile, movingaround the bed to collect what he’d need to administer it to Roman. As he waspreparing the painkiller, an almost evil thought occurred to Logan, and he wasglad he had his back to his patient.

The grin that broke out onto his face wasalmost sinister.

But when he turned to Roman, he was the epitomeof professional calm. Roman eyed him carefully, looking a little lesscomfortable as Logan sat himself on a stool by his side, “Nervous?”

Roman chuckled nervously, “Mm-hm.”

“Don’t be.” He felt the corner of his mouthtwitch as he offered Roman a small green whistle, “I’m sure a healthy, strongman like you can handle a little analgesic.”

Roman’s eyes blew wide, he spluttered and itwas Logan’s turn to take in Roman’s flustered expression. Seeing him stunnedinto blushing silence was more satisfying than he’d expected.

Logan grinned, turning his head to hide itquickly, and started patching up a graze on his thigh. Obviously moreaccustomed to flirting, than being flirted with, Roman was silent as he drew inmore from the whistle.

Turned out, Roman needed a little surgery toreset his arm. And he’d broken a few ribs. So, Roman was going to spend more time in the hospital than originallythought. All the same, Virgil made sure Logan was assigned to his room.

On his rounds, Logan dropped into Roman’s roomand was surprised to find him awake, if not a little groggy from the anaesthetic.“Roman?” he called softly as he entered the room, giving Roman a small smile ashe slowly turned his head.

Another man stepped out of the nearbybathroom, his eyes bloodshot and expression full of worry. Logan thought hisheart dropped into his stomach.

“See!” Roman cried suddenly, his free armpointing excitedly at Logan, “I told you, Thomas!” he slurred, “I have a prettynurse!”

Logan’s back went straight, Thomas’ eyes blewwide, and Roman giggled to himself. Before Logan had a chance to apologise orexplain the effects of the drugs Roman was under, Thomas threw his head backand started roaring with laughter.

“Yes, Roman, you do.”

Roman wriggled happily, making a tiny squeakingnoise of pleasure, grinning to himself.

“I’m sorry,” Thomas once more beat Logan tothe punch, “This moron is my brother.” He hitched a thumb as Roman let his headfall back onto the pillow, “He hasn’t upset you, has he?”

Relief flooded Logan, “Not at all.” The knowinglook Thomas gave Logan made him smile a little wider, “Has he complained ofpain-“

“Thomas…” Roman whined, head lolling slightly,“I wanna talk to my pretty nurse.” He pouted at him and Thomas snickered, “Give‘im back.”

Logan sighed, giving Thomas an apologetic lookand receiving one in return, with a smirk and shake of his head. Logan steppedover to Roman’s bedside, “I hope you know that flirting with nurses can get youin trouble?”

Roman’s grin grew, “But you flirted back.” He whispered loudly, grinning brighteras Logan’s blush crept up his neck.

Logan cleared his throat, trying to ignore thatThomas was still in the room, “Shh.Secrets, Roman.” Roman giggled, nodding, “How are you feeling now, though? Nopain?”

It took Roman a few moments to formulate ananswer, “Not really.” He shrugged with his good shoulder, “But…I am sad.”

Logan tilted his head slightly, eyebrowsfurrowing, “And why is that?” the nurse decided to humour him as he checked theIV bags by Roman’s side.

“Because I wanna ask you on a date.” Thomasspluttered as Logan froze, “But my mouth won’t listen to my brain.”

“Alright, big guy,” Thomas swept to Logan’srescue and giving the nurse an apologetic smirk, “You should get some sleep,huh?”

“But-“ Roman whined and Thomas shook his head.

Logan finished up as Roman huffed and pouted,but started dozing off all the same. Thomas followed Logan out of the room.

“I’m so sorry.” He shoved his hands into thepockets of his jeans, “He’s such a moron.”

Logan smiled, “He is also drugged to highheaven. I can’t hold it against him.”

Thomas eyes twinkled with an unspoken joke,something Logan recognised from Patton, “I hope he wasn’t too much before.”

Again, Logan shook his head, “Some patientsare known to flirt under stress.” Logan shrugged, “Makes them more comfortable.”

Thomas snickered, “I can assure you, that is not Roman.” He quickly glanced aroundthe hall, “Last time he wailed out Agonyfrom the musical.”

“Oh.” Logan’s traitorous heart started toflutter, “Thomas, would you be kind enough to do me a favour?”

When Roman woke up later, groggy and confused,he was saddened to hear that he’d had to go into surgery. And that his ‘prettynurse’ had been put onto a different room.

In an attempt to cheer up his brother, Thomas pointedout something on Roman’s cast.

There, in pristine dark blue print, was thename Logan and a phone number. Thomashad never heard his brother squeal so loudly.

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