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yuckydraws · 4 years ago

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A writing prompt, hmm? Why don't you try writing some fluff with horror sans? (he's one of your favorites right?) Maybe going on a picnic?

He very much is one of my faves<3 thanks for the prompt bro!!

Okay so this is mostly fluff but I threw the tiniest bit of angst in there, but it’s very mild (tbh I’m not sure I could even call it angst). Just to give it some plot;)

Also sorry for the awkward spacing I pasted this from Google docs and tumblr is being difficult >:(

(HT!Sans/reader)

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“Hey, how willing would you be to put on this blindfold and come with me?” You ask your skeleton boyfriend as you lounge on the couch, blindfold in hand.

“.... huh?” Sans blinks at you in confusion. He was on his way to sit on the couch when you spring the question on him. It stops him in his tracks, leaving him to stand awkwardly in the middle of the living room.

“I said, how willing are you to put on this blindfold and come with me?” You repeat yourself, holding up the blindfold excitedly. Yeah that might not be the best way to phrase it, but hey, you’ve made it this far - might as well commit. He stares at the offending object, squinting a bit with his one eyelight.

“... no.”

“C'mon, please?”

“no.”

“Please?”

“no.”

“Why not?” You pout and he gets a twinge of maroon on his cheekbones.

“... why do i need… to wear a blindfold?” He asks while averting his gaze from your pout. You take it in stride and instead shift your position on the couch to meet his gaze again, smiling up at him.

“Because it’s a surprise!”

“don’t like surprises…” Despite his words, it’s obvious you’re wearing him down.

“It’s a good surprise!”

Sans doesn’t look entirely convinced. You stand up and grab one of his large hands in both of your small ones (at least small compared to his), and give him a reassuring squeeze.

“I promise.” You both don’t use this word lightly.

Sans stares down at you.

You stare back.

“... ok.” He caves.

“Yay! Now lean down big guy, I need to be able to tie this.” He complies, staring at you until his sockets are eventually covered. You’re careful of the gaping hole in his skull and make sure not to tie it too tight - to avoid potentially irritating his dead socket. When you finish you take advantage of his close face and kiss him on the cheek, causing him to purr and lean into the kiss.

“Pfft- you dork! C’mon, you’re gonna love it!” You say as you pull away and grab his hand to start leading him out of the front door. He was wearing his slippers, so thankfully you didn’t have to awkwardly attempt to put shoes on him. You hold back a snort at the mental image of yourself sliding shoes onto his gargantuan feet like a princess. Though you are quickly sobered when you almost trip on a porch step, leaving you to focus on helping Sans down the porch steps and leading him to your shared vehicle.

You help him get situated in the seat. In hindsight, perhaps the blindfold could’ve waited until your huge skeleton boyfriend was already in the car? Ah well, guess you both could be scatterbrained sometimes.

You smile, amused, as you remember how you both had to buy this huge van just so Sans could sit comfortably.

It’s a struggle but he’s eventually in his seat, buckled and relaxed, while you start the van and back out of the driveway. As your drive begins you turn the radio on low - hoping to ease any nerves he may still have by giving him something to focus on, while not being loud enough to give him a headache. You glance at him, feeling a bit nervous.

You guys have been dating for about four years now, and you couldn’t be happier! After three years of dating (and Papyrus going off to medical school) you both bought a small little house in the outskirts of Ebott city, and the past year had been domestic bliss for the two of you. Of course, you’ve had your ups and downs, but overall Sans has been the sweetest boyfriend you’ve ever had. He may not be much of a conversationalist, but he makes up for that with his actions. That one game you had mentioned you wanted to play once? It was on your shared nightstand a few days later. That snack he knows you like? The house is always stocked with them. Having a bad day? He will not hesitate to draw you a nice bath, pamper you, and/or initiate cuddles and kisses.

No matter what, he always finds a way to express his love for you, and lately you’ve been feeling undeserving of this almost? No that’s not the right word. You just felt like you could be doing more. Because you, on the other hand, are amazing with your words. You enjoy watching his face turn that beautiful deep maroon and hearing his purrs stutter the more he’s flustered by your words. You love to see him relax in your arms as you give him words of affirmation and assurance on bad days. You remind him of your love for him everyday and you give him all the sweet nothings he could ever want, but acts of service has always been a struggle for you. Of course, Sans never seems bothered and he’s never given you the impression that he wants more from you, but you want to try because he absolutely deserves it.

You also may have found his little pocketbook full of notes he takes throughout the day full of notes about you, your jokes, your stories, and little things you had mentioned. Due to his unfortunate head injury, he wasn’t always the best at remembering certain little things. You knew he was working on getting better, but you never pressured him to tell you how - it seemed like he didn’t want to share. You honestly felt bad you had found the book and snooped, but seeing just how much he writes about you in the notes more than anything else was just too sweet. It almost made you cry. Almost.

Ah who are you kidding? You definitely teared up.

So, you planned a little surprise date, full of his favorite things combined. The outdoors, food, and you - a picnic by the lake a little bit away from your home. After the hell monsters went through underground, most of them have a deep appreciation for the sky and full bellies (or what would be akin to a belly for them). Sans is no different, so you were hoping he’d take a liking to it.

“... how long... will the surprise take?” The question surprised you a bit, not only because it pulled you out of your musings, but because he’s usually very patient. That is, until you take in his stiff posture and realize the issue. Dinnertime is soon and he doesn’t quite know when you both will be eating.

“Don’t worry hon, we’ll have food soon,” You feel okay letting that bit of the surprise known. Despite being on the surface for almost seven years, Sans tends to get very nervous when you guys don’t stick to a schedule with meals. No need to keep him anxious. Especially considering you were pulling into the clearing of the lakeside. “In fact, we’re here!”

You put the van in park and tell Sans to wait for a second. Hopping out, you walk to the back of the van and open the back doors to grab the picnic basket you had packed. Once you make your way closer to the lakeside you quickly lay out the picnic blanket as well as place a folded blanket nearby in case it got a bit chilly. You then set up the food for a cute presentation, leaving the last part of the surprise you had for Sans in the basket. Jogging back to the van, you open Sans’ door to see he had already unbuckled himself. Guess he’s a bit more excited for the surprise than he let on earlier.

“Come on big guy, you’ve waited long enough” You grab his hand, help him out of the van and start leading him to the blacket set up.

“Can you lean down again?” You ask when you get to it. He does so and you gently take off his blindfold, making sure the fabric doesn’t catch on his skull injury or the rough bone near his dead socket. Once it’s off you gesture dramatically to the blanket. “Ta da!”

Sans stands straight up again and blinks a bit, overlooking the blanket at first, expecting something more near his sightline. Following where you're gesturing however, his eyelight eventually lands on the picnic blanket below. He still looks a bit confused. You were prepared for this type of reaction, many human activities such as picnics can be completely foreign to monsters - same for some monster activities being completely foreign to humans. You guys have had your fair share of these moments where you both have had to do a bit of explaining.

“what…?” He looks at you for an answer.

“It’s called a picnic. You pack food, take it to a scenic area, lay down a blanket, sit down, and eat. It’s sort of considered a cheesy romantic date idea, but I like them and I thought you would too... in fact I should’ve thought to take you on one of these sooner in our relationship! I actually had this idea last month, but it was too cold… also, most of the time picnics are a lunchtime date, but I like them during the sunset. It’s been awhile since our last date, huh?” You look up at him after your question to see him looking at the blanket with his face slightly red.

“... yeah i guess it has.” He has a small smile on his face and he stares down at the food.

You remember him getting very flustered when you would give him or buy him food at the beginning of your relationship. Since it was a scarcity down below, being willing to share food had a deeper intimate meaning for monsters. It meant that you loved them enough to offer a lifeline - food - that they so desperately clung to in its rarity. He still gets a little flustered now, but he’s been exposed to food sharing and he’s even come to enjoy it as a normal gesture. Though he seems a bit flustered now? Maybe because of the romantic undertone? Hmmmm, or maybe it’s because-

Your stomach decided to make itself known, growling loudly. You laugh, but Sans gives you an anxious look of concern, leading you to say:

“Well come on! Let’s eat!”

You don’t have to tell him twice, you’re both quickly seated and indulging on the yummy food you had made earlier today.

Sans makes sure you eat a good few bites before he digs in. There was a lot of it because, unsurprisingly, your mate has quite the appetite. But he still likes to wait for you to eat first no matter how much food there is. You didn’t even notice when he did that at the beginning of your relationship and when you finally did question him, he just said it was polite to wait for your mate to eat first. He didn’t elaborate more than that. When you researched into the topic you found that when there was a significant appetite difference and on the off chance there was access to food, it was polite for those with the bigger appetites to wait for the ones with smaller appetites to eat a bit first. Then it went into monster rankings, common folk monsters, boss monsters, different magic levels, etc. to which you got confused and pretty much gave up on the issue with a simple “fine, keep your secrets then” to your computer screen. You figured if Sans thought it was important for you to know he would have told you.

You both quickly fall into your normal dinner routine of you talking Sans’ nonexistent ears off about anything and everything and him listening closely, chuckling at your jokes and stories. You ended up telling him a story from highschool about your babysitting experiences.

“- and I mean she was freaking out. I was too. We were both responsible for this kid we were babysitting and we lost him. It was also super stressful because we had taken the kid all over town doing fun stuff like going to the zoo, the park, getting lunch - this kid could be anywhere! So we both decided after searching all over the house that we would drive and retrace our steps, starting at the last place we were.” You were telling your story with animated hand gestures, and Sans follows the movements with his eyelight. The sun was setting at this point, all the food was eaten, and you both were just enjoying each other's company.

“So, we get in the car - still freaking out mind you - and I asked my friend ‘should we just call his mom?’ and before my friend could answer I heard a little voice say, ‘why would you call my mom?’ I whipped my head around to see the kid just chilling in his carseat. Turns out we just forgot to unbuckle him and he had fallen asleep during the car ride! We were flipping the house upside down trying to find him and we hadn’t even taken him inside!” Sans broke out laughing at your dumb story, leaving you to grin.

“Oh sure it’s funny in hindsight, but I about peed my pants when we thought we lost him! I was so scared, what was I gonna tell his mom? ‘Hey Lisa, um it’s going great! Uh just thought you should know, we can’t find your kid and we may have lost him?’” Sans couldn’t stop laughing. You egged him on.

“Oh yeah, and wanna know the worst part? The little shit was old enough and clever enough to figure out what happened and we had to bribe him with ice cream to keep him quiet.” Sans let out boisterous laughter and fell back so that he was laying on the ground. You couldn’t help but join in at that point. You didn’t particularly think the story was all that funny but when Sans laughs like this, it’s infectious.

After you both calm down a bit, you look at Sans to see him gazing at you lovingly. You love this content expression he makes, when his eyelight gets all fuzzy and dilated, it makes you feel so special and loved. It’s his expression reserved only for you (and maybe that stew you made last week, he seemed to be pretty taken with that as well).

“... thank you, for tonight.”

“Dawww you big softie! Of course! It was the least I could do for you, you always make sure I’m happy and content. I wanted to give you something like that.” He blushes, but he also furrows his brows a bit.

“you don’t need to feel… like you owe me more, i do it because… i love you.” Of course, you knew this, but hearing him say it? It had you tearing up a bit. He reaches for you and you lean into his embrace, leaving you both cuddling on the ground. You sniff a bit, trying to stop the crying before it really starts.

“I know, I’ve been trying to drill that into my head, but you deserved tonight and I’m glad I went through with this. It was fun! I might plan more dates in the future. In fact I think I’m pretty good at it!” You jokingly say with all the unearned confidence in the world. Sans chuckles and pulls you closer and despite your efforts, a few happy tears do fall, leaving him to make a concerned noise.

“you okay?” He asks, and you wave away his concern.

“I’m fine, I just love you too.”

“heh… now who’s the softie?” He gently teases, pointedly ignoring the fact that he’s blushing again.

“Pfft- I guess you’re right. Literally too, I’m the one with the flesh and skin!” He erupts into laughter again.

“Easy crowd tonight.” You joke, causing him to laugh harder and you chuckle with him.

Once he calms down, you both lay in comfortable silence, before you remember your last surprise. You shoot up into a sitting position, making Sans - who was resting his eyes comfortably - let out a surprised growl. You laugh at his reaction, reassuring him that everything is fine.

“I just have one more surprise that I thought would be fun.” You dig into the picnic basket, pulling out the surprise and grabbing that extra blanket. You lay back down with Sans and pull the blanket over you guys.

“I think it should be dark enough for this,” You hand him the surprise - a handheld telescope. “It’s not as nice as the big one you have at home, but it’s a lot easier and lighter to carry around, plue we don’t have to stand.”

Sans smiles at you.

“... do you want to learn some more… constellations?”

“Absolutely I do!”

He begins to show you the visible constellations, and you proceed to make him laugh with the made up stories for them that you swear are the true origin stories. Just relaxing and goofing off, it’s moments like these where you remember just how lucky you were to be with your gentle giant, Sans.

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giorno-plays-piano · 5 years ago

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Feel Lucky

Pairing: surgeon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, daddy kink, sexual coercion, non-con.

Words: 1325.

Summary: He just needed a little incentive to help you.

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It will be alright. It will be alright. It will be alright.

You kept repeating these words like a mantra over and over in your head while looking at the bathroom door. You wished you’d taken some sedatives before coming here, but Natasha advised you strongly against it since it could affect your reaction. You needed to put up a good show for him. He was the only one who could save whatever family you had left.

When the sounds of shower running had died out, you quickly grabbed your glass of wine and emptied it to ease your nerves. You were about to fuck a man for a benefit in return.

Damn, why did it have to be like that? How did it turn out that your aunt’s surgery became twice more expensive because of specifics of her decease? You thought you had everything ready when you arrived at the clinic only to learn about more complications and the need to make new tests to ensure your aunt was able to handle the treatment. After the long talk with the surgeon you realized the surgery would be different from the one you anticipated in the beginning. And its cost was too high even with the money you got from selling your apartment, the one and only property in your possession. Except it, you had nothing valuable.

Then the surgeon, the man you had been in contact with the whole month when your aunt was going through all tests and screenings to get her medical documents done, offered you his help. He said he could get her into a sponsorship program organized by S.H.I.E.L.D., a huge international corporation that provided hospitals around the world with the newest medical equipment. Basically, it meant that most of your aunt’s expenses would be covered, the surgeon explained. He just needed some incentive to go through this complicated process of getting her into the program, he said.

And there you were, sitting on a spacious bed in a hotel room with just your robe on while Mr. Barnes was coming out of the shower. You felt like a prostitute.

“Enjoying yourself, baby?”

His deep voice made you snap out of your thoughts and smile widely at him, hiding your fear. You were playing a role of a silly little girl who was happy to do what she was told, and now it meant you would bounce on his cock until he cums and falls asleep, snoring like a freight train. God, you were disgusting.

“Yes, sir!” You answered cheerfully and laughed, making the last sip of wine. “This is so good!”

“I’m glad you like it.” He came closer and took an empty glass from your hand, a smug green on his handsome face making you even more nervous. “But ‘sir’ is just too formal, don’t you think?”

“True! I’m sorry.” Your expression turned to a guilty one, but you felt nothing except anxiety. It was all a game, and you needed to play your role to perfection. “Oh, maybe it’s daddy then?”

Although the words made you want to throw up, you saw Bucky’s face becoming darker, his icy blue eyes clouded with lust when he came closer, looming above you with his hands on your face. Tracing his thumb along your cheek, he made you open your red lips and smeared your lipstick with his fingertip. Oh yes, he liked the way you called him. A baby girl like you definitely needed a daddy to take care of her.

Enjoying the soft texture of your lips, he made you suck his thumb, and you licked it eagerly like a lollipop. The wine had finally kicked in and made everything a bit easier for you, looking at Bucky standing above you with hazy eyes, making you eager to pleasure him. After all, it was just sex. You needed to make him happy, fulfil your part of the deal, and then you’d be free – or so you hoped. Thinking of that, you sucked his thumb as a good girl you were and continued licking his fingers one by one while the man was caressing your hair, running his other hand through your lovely locks.

"I see you're a clever girl, baby." Bucky smirked, watching you with obvious arousal. "Get on the bed. Now."

You gulped, unsure whether you had to undress yourself, but the man's heavy gaze made you shiver, and you crawled back without second thoughts, Bucky on you the very next moment after you felt a puffy pillow beneath your head. A soft whimper left your throat when he roughly untied your white robe, leaving you naked. His hungry eyes made you feel like he wanted to fuck you into the mattress until your legs give out completely, and you barely smiled at him to play your role. Before you realized what was going on, the man's lips, teeth and tongue were biting and sucking the skin on your neck.

"Ah!" You moaned, surprised at his impatience and deeply ashamed of your own reaction - his touch felt damn good, and you rested your hands on his broad back involuntary.

"Never been with a real man before, little girl?" He chuckled, lifting his head to stare at your blushing face, one of his palms stroking your neck. "I see. You're gonna have fun."

"Yes, daddy." You let out a little laugh playfully, praying it would end soon.

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When you stared at the high ceiling of the hotel room, you tried to think of your aunt, refusing to listen to soft breathing of a man who had just ruined you. Your core ached painfully as he was too big for you. You'd be delighted to say that you were disgusted at what he had done, but it's not true. You're spent. You enjoyed every minute of it even when Bucky brought you both pain and pleasure. You felt like a slut, remembering your own moans when he took you from behind, your hips bucking against his. God, what had you done?

You tried to think of yummy apple pies your aunt was baking for you all the time; wrinkles around her warm hazel eyes, and her work-weary hands, but the only one you saw when you closed your eyes was Bucky Barnes, the man who had torn you apart and was now sleeping soundly next to you.

Why were you still there? You had no obligation to stay. Carefully lifting your legs, you tried to move without a sound - you didn't wish to see Barnes' face again. Unfortunately, you moved too soon as he didn't have enough time to fall asleep, and the man shot his eyes open, watching you grasping your robe.

"Where are you going, little girl?" He asked softly, somewhat confused at your frightened expression. Damn, you still needed to play your role.

"Sorry, daddy." You cracked a smile, hoping he would not see how tightly you clenched the fabric in your hands. "I thought you'd want me to leave you alone. You had a tough day, hadn't you?"

"You had a tough day, too." His unexpectedly gentle voice made you bite your lips. You didn't think someone as rough as him could be so tender. "I can imagine how hard it all has been for you, baby. You said your friend was going to stay with your aunt tonight, right? Take a little break."

When you looked at him, you saw his sincere expression, the subtle twitch, concern in his light blue eyes... and felt like you couldn't hold on anymore, your mask falling finally as you started sobbing. His face turned worried once he saw you pressing your forehead into the bedsheets to hide your tears, you distress evident as your knuckles turned white from clenching the blanket. Next second he was on his knees just like you were, embracing and holding you close while you wept like a child against his chest.

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#bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier #yandere

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closedafterdark · 4 years ago

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Saerom has been going to the gym a lot lately. It turns out she goes there for a different reason (Saerom x trainer prompt...go)

You sighed deeply, looking around. Business at the gym was going well. Lots of clients signed up, but not for the right reasons. Many were middle aged women who signed up when they heard a young man was one of the trainers. None of them cared about being in shape, just finding ways to “accidentally” brush against you.

Wondering if this was truly your only option, you see a young woman put her bag down. She applies lotion onto her toned arms and cute midriff before inserting earphones and beginning to stretch.

She was like an ocean oasis in a desert full of women complaining about their husbands and the smell of medical ointments. She had no makeup on, showcasing her fair skin and beautiful face. Her black sports bra was filled in nicely by her round, soft looking breasts. Her muscular arms and toned tummy were the result of many hours put in the gym. What really caught your attention were her black leggings, showing off her wide hips, perfectly sculpted thighs, and a round ass that was begging to be spanked as you fucked her doggystyle.

The woman looks through the mirror and sees you staring, flashing a warm smile at you.

“You know, it’s not nice to stare at a woman while she’s stretching” she said, placing a hand on her hip as she turned around.

“I-I’m sorry. You’re just s-so beautiful” you stuttered.

“I’m flattered. You’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself”

The aerobics class has just finished, leaving only you and the woman in the room. It was pretty late, not too many people were around besides the cleaning staff.

“I assume you’re my trainer?” she asked.

“Y-Yes. Nice to meet you, miss...”

“Saerom.”

“miss Saerom” you repeated, taking her hand and planting a soft kiss on it.

“Do you call every client beautiful?” she teased.

“Most of my clients are guys who want to increase their muscle mass or old women who learned I am a trainer. So no, can’t say I’ve had any as attractive as you miss Saerom”

“You’re sweet. So what shall we do first?”

“Before we begin, I like to get to know my clients first. Are there any parts of your body you’d like to improve?”

Saerom’s eyes twinkled upon hearing your question. A flirtatious smile was etched on her face before answering.

“I’ve been... sore in certain places. Doctor said I should improve my stretching... and stamina”

“Where exactly are these certain places you’re sore at?”

“Mostly my back and chest. I’d say my arms and thighs as well”

“So pretty much your whole body” you replied, laughing softly.

“Yeah, I guess so. What’s the best exercise to start off with?”

“Well, since your body is sore I say we work on stretching”

Saerom looked at you carefully, as if she was trying to plot something. She managed to keep her composure.

“Why don’t you take this off?” she said in a naughty tone as her thin finger traced on your chest.

“That’s hardly appropriate, miss Saerom”

“It’ll be fine, it’s just you and me here” she licked her lips and eyed your body like a predator having found their next meal.

“You look so yummy, sir” she said as her soft hands ran up and down your body.

Saerom brought her face halfway to yours, inching her lips forward for a kiss. You were temporarily stunned before you realized what was happening and pushed a finger on her forehead. Saerom opened her eyes and looked at you.

“What do you think you’re doing, miss Saerom?” you asked.

“I...uh...” she said quietly, pulling back.

“I thought you wanted to exercise, miss Saerom. Didn’t expect you to be the type to kiss their trainer who they just met” you said in a firm tone.

“I’m sorry, sir”

It took everything in you not to be enticed by Saerom’s delicious body and the cute face that complimented it. You could smell the faint scent of strawberries on her body. She smiled sweetly at you before turning around so her back was facing you.

“Maybe you can give me a massage, sir”

“And why would I do that?”

“My body needs to loosen up if we’re going to be doing rigorous exercise” she said.

She changed her position, getting on her knees as her back arched. It gave you a wonderful view of her perfect body. She kept eye contact on you the whole time, her gaze dangerously seductive. Her beautiful black hair flowed down her shoulders neatly.

As you told Saerom to stretch her arms and tilt her body to one side, she felt something poking her bottom. Feeling back to see what it was, she looked up and saw you slightly embarrassed as her hand was on top of your crotch.

“You should really control yourself, sir” she teased. “I thought you were just giving me a massage” she continued as her hand rubbed back and forth on your rapidly hardening erection.

“I just... you’re so beautiful” you said. “I can’t really help it”

“You poor baby” she said, smirking as she moaned from her stretches.

Your hands made their way to her back, softly pressing on her skin.

“Oh, that feels nice”

“Does it? I’m glad” you replied as you continued to massage her upper back and milky smooth shoulders.

“I think you should apply a bit more force”

“Yes, miss Saerom”

As you increased the pressure and rubbed her back, your hands made their way to her neck. Making circular motions with your thumbs, Saerom’s moans increased.

“That feels so good...”

Your cock was painfully hard at this point, wanting to be free from its cotton prison. Her skin was extremely soft, you wanted to kiss every single inch of her body.

“You’re so good at this, baby” she moaned, closing her eyes.

Your hands made their way onto her lower back, applying pressure near her hips.

“That’s the spot... keep going”

Saerom felt your hands beginning to descend before you feel her hit you softly.

“I never gave you permission to do that” she said in a condescending tone.

“I’m sorry, miss Saerom”

“Your cock is basically poking my ass. Not to mention you’ve been staring at my ass the whole time”

“You have my word it won’t happen again”

You went on to massaging her arms and shoulders, before returning to her back. You were the trainer, but it seemed like Saerom was the one in control.

“Why don’t you massage my legs now”

Your hands were currently on her lower back. You delicately removed them, fearing you couldn’t control yourself if you accidentally made contact with her ass. This time, you really were staring. Her ass was so round, the perfect complimented to her muscular thighs. You knew you were beginning to leak with precum the longer you stared at Saerom’s ass.

“I thought I told you to stop staring” she said.

“I-I’m not”

“I know my ass is amazing and you’d love to be spanking it right now, but I haven’t given you permission to do so. Yet”

Saerom sat on a workout bench as she placed her legs on your lap. You spent the next several minutes listening to a symphony of moans as your hands massaged her. They were toned, you wanted nothing more than for them to crush your face as you ate her pussy. Her body truly is a work of art.

“My feet too, baby” she said.

You took her right foot in your hand and massaged it, giving each individual tone attention.

“That feels so good” she cooed.

She closed her eyes as you began to plant kisses on her feet. You were surprised she didn’t say anything about it as you repeated the process on her left foot.

“I think you’ve done a good job at loosening me up so far. Why don’t you massage me here” she said, wiggling her soft ass at you. As Saerom reaches for the top hem of her leggings and begins to pull them down, lust kicks in and you roughly rip them open. Saerom shrieks slightly as you are pleased to find out she isn’t wearing any form of undergarment. You marvel at the sight of her beautiful, pink lips. Your eyes widen in anticipation as Saerom spreads her legs. You begin to lower your face, watching her every expression.

“I expect to have my cock sucked after this” you said.

“Depends on how well you eat me, baby” she teased.

You smirk before lowering your head fully. Saerom moans from the initial contact of your tongue on her sensitive walls. You waste no time as you hungrily devour her dripping juices. Your tongue pushes Saerom’s moist lips apart as you continue to consume her tasty juices. Saerom moans as your tongue drags itself back and forth. Her body squirms as you suck on her cute nub. You spread Saerom’s legs wide as you eat her out. She can barely contain her screams as her hand pushes your head deeper.

“Baby, that feels so good. Keep eating my pussy just like that. Oh fuck!” she cried. Her head sinks into the headrest of the workout bench as her thighs wrap themselves around your neck. You tease Saerom, giving extremely slow licks on her pussy and outer lips. She has begun sweating once you look up at her and drink her juices.

“Please... baby. Please, I need more” she whined.

You were about to bury your face inside her once more before she stopped you. Saerom’s flushed face and slightly damp hair were dangerously eroitc.

“I want your cock, baby”

You smiled as Saerom’s commanding facade has finally worn off, she was now a whiny mess. She quickly removes your joggers, gripping onto your cock through your soft cotton boxers. She bites your tip softly before grabbing onto the hemline.

“No one is around, baby. And if they are, they get to enjoy watching me give you the best blowjob of your life”

Saerom pulls down your boxers and is instantly met with a slap to the face from your cock. She giggles, licking her lips as she gets on her knees and proceeds to inch forward. You let out a soft moan as Saerom’s small hand takes your cock and begins to slowly stroke you. She uses her non dominant hand, employing different techniques as it works hard to please your shaft. She blows warm breath on your tip, causing your entire cock to twitch. She pools a small amount of saliva in her mouth before spitting onto your shaft. Her hand soon is replaced with her mouth.

You moan as the first few inches enter Saerom’s warm, wet mouth. As she slowly added an extra inch with each bob of her head, more soft moans escaped your lips as you began to enjoy the thoroughness of Saerom’s blowjob.

“Fuck. You’re so good with your mouth” you moaned as Saerom’s agonizingly slow pace sends pleasure throughout your entire body. She looks up at you, smiling through a mouth full of cock. Seeing your head tilt back makes Saerom happy.

She increases her pace, gripping your thighs as her mouth sucks your cock faster and deeper. Her tongue glided smoothly on the underside of your shaft. Her warm mouth feels heavenly as her lips form an airtight seal on you. The sounds of your cock being gargled by Saerom’s mouth make you forget you were in a public place. You felt your tip hit the back of her throat repeatedly as it created an echo effect in the empty room.

Saerom finally comes up for air, withdrawing your entire cock from her mouth as spit begins dribbling from her mouth. Your cock was drenched, saliva spilling onto your balls and the gym floor underneath. Not wanting your cock to be left unattended while she catches her breath, Saerom takes you in her hand and gives you a rough handjob. You run your hairs through Saerom’s damp hair and smile at her. Her eyes shine with anticipation. As you gather all of her hair together and hold it with your left hand, Saerom knew what was coming.

She places her hands back onto your thighs as you push her head back onto your cock. Your moans get louder as you enjoy the pleasure Saerom’s mouth is giving you. Her eyes begin to water as you repeatedly pound her throat. You look down and see she is getting increasingly wet, being aroused by you using her mouth. Her hands that were gripping your thighs seemingly pull you closer to her. You increase your rhythm, Saerom’s tongue and moans vibrating on your cock as you mercilessly fuck her mouth.

You let go of her hair and place both hands on her head, grabbing it as you push her all the way down your base. Your cock was soon fully in her mouth, your tip reaching her throat. Saerom reponds by wrapping her arms around your butt and pushing you deeper.

“Take that cock, baby” you said.

You maintain a firm grip on her head. Both of you don’t want the moment to end. Eventually, Saerom gives little spanks on your butt as you hear her gag. You release your grip, causing her to withdraw quickly. As Saerom coughs, your cock is dripping with her saliva. She still manages to flash a sweet smile at you, happy at how you used her mouth.

You tilt her head up as you give Saerom a deep kiss. Her eyes close as she smiles through the passionate exchange. Her hands find your cock, stroking you as the two of you continue to explore each other’s mouths.

“Baby... please. Fuck me”

You remove her ripped leggings, spanking Saerom’s soft round ass several times. As she strokes your cock, you sit on the workout bench. She happily spreads her legs and straddles your lap. Both of you moan as only just your tip parts her wet lips. Saerom moans as she sinks onto your cock. She starts off slow, adjusting herself to you. Saerom’s pussy was extremely tight, her walls instantly constricting your shaft. She grabs onto the headrest of the workout bench as she gradually begins to ride you. Saerom’s moans and the sounds of your skin coming into contact with each other echo throughout the room.

“Oh, baby. You feel so good inside me”

Her moans pierce through your ears as you enjoy the feeling of her walls gripping your cock. Saerom seemed to be enjoying herself, rubbing her clit as you grabbed her soft breasts, squeezing one for 30 seconds before doing the same to the other. As Saerom begins to bounce up and down even faster, her eyes are tightly shut as her moans turn into screams. There was no better sound for you than a woman screaming as she is getting fucked. The sound of Saerom’s round butt slapping against your thighs was a close second.

“Oh my god, baby fuck me just like that!” Saerom screamed. “Just like that! Fuck my slutty pussy!”

Her eyes began to roll upward, the pleasure overtaking Saerom’s entire body. As she squeezed her tits, you rubbed her clit as your cock entered and exited her pussy. She tosses her head back even further. Her walls become tighter as you feel her body shake from the overwhelming pleasure. Her body is now covered in a thin layer of sweat. She shakes her damp hair away that was clinging to her forehead. Her mouth opens as her breathing becomes erratic. You feel her walls painfully grip onto your cock as her body violently shakes.

“Baby!” Saerom screamed as her orgasm arrives. Her body pulses as her juices flood your cock.

“You did so well, baby” you said, kissing her as she catches her breath and recovers from her intense orgasm. Her back arches as you pull your cock out of her. Saerom moans as her freshly fucked pussy shines from the overhead lighting. Your cock was also shiny thanks to her juices. You lower your head and give a strong lick on her pussy. Saerom lets out a high-pitched scream, her body still recovering. You savor her sweet nectar. You lower the workout bench and tenderly flip Saerom over, her round ass now facing you.

At this point both of you are fully naked as you kiss Saerom’s ass. She moans as you plant kisses on each cheek, rubbing the other one in the mean time. Her ass was so soft and felt even better on your lips.

You squeeze each softly in your hand before raising it and delivering a hard slap on both cheeks.

“Baby!” Saerom whined as you slapped her ass once more. “You’re being so aggressive!”

“Your ass is so wonderful” you replied, rubbing her reddening cheeks before kissing them once more.

“Are you going to fuck me again, baby?” she asked, shaking her ass at you once more.

“You’re so needy” you teased, slapping her ass once more. Saerom moaned as you held onto her wide hips and inserted your cock once more.

“Fuck...”

Her moan was purely erotic and satisfied. You grab Saerom’s hair into another ponytail with your left hand as your right hand slaps her ass. You then grab onto her hip as you thrust in and out of her pussy. Every time she tries to bury her head down, you pull on her hair. Her loud pleasure filled moans return to being high octave screams which fill the empty room. The wet sounds your bodies created complimented your moans. You felt your sack smack against Saerom’s clit.

“Baby, you’re fucking me so hard” Saerom moaned as she felt you pushing every inch of your cock into her. She loved being spanked and having her hair pulled as you pleasured her. You make eye contact with Saerom through the mirror in front of you. Her mouth is hanging open as her body jiggles with each of your thrusts. Saerom’s sex face was a thing of beauty. She’s completely immersed, the pleasure overtaking her entire body. She isn’t even able to give you any type of warming as you watch Saerom cum onto your cock with a loud cry.

You were far too horny to let Saerom rest, fucking her through her orgasm. She is exhausted, but extremely turned on by the pleasure. Her screams and moans make you want to fuck her even more. Your orgasm was fast approaching. Knowing that, you pound Saerom’s pussy as hard as you can. Pulling her hair, slapping her ass, calling her a slut. You did all these things along with thrusting into her. Saerom’s screams were the loudest they have ever been as you fuck her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she reaches another orgasm. You let go of her hair, causing Saerom’s upper body to fall onto the workout bench. Slapping each of her ass cheeks, you hold onto her wide hips and fuck her senseless.

“Saerom, I’m cumming!”

Thrusting several more times, you push every inch of your cock inside her pussy and finally erupt. Saerom screams as she feels her juices mix with your hot semen. Your penis throbs, releasing spurt after spurt inside her tight body. As you begin to pull out, you see tiny releases of your cum from your tip as you exit Saerom’s freshly fucked pussy.

The bench was a mess, a mixture of sweat and cum.

“Baby... that was so intense” she cooed happily, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. She laid on top of you, fully satisfied from the pounding she took. You brushed her hair away, smiling as you plant a tender kiss on her lips.

“I hope the roleplay satisfied your kink” you said.

“It did baby, thank you. I love you so much”

She kisses you once more before getting up and stroking your cock.

“The gym doesn’t close for several more hours. And there are showers here...” she began.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Why don’t you pound it out of me and find out?” Saerom teased as she gripped your cock and lead you to the bathrooms.

#asks #fromis 9 #saerom

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housamo-side-blog-2 · 4 years ago

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April Fools epilogue of part 3

Horkeu Kamui: My Hero...

{FLASHBACK}

Dorm Room

Harumo: All right, you remember the plan, ?

“Yes, i know the plan”

Harumo: Okay, but if i really DID have amnesia, then..

“ i know,......i’l use it”.....

{End of Flashback}

{IKEBUKURO INFIRMARY}

After falling in a state of unconcousness, you were rushed to the medical facility of The Ikebukuro Guild, there, you can find all sorts of bandages,healing ointments, medical machinery, and other necessities that specializes in healing severe injuries due to the level of intensity each fight provided to the Bersekers body’s as they would come in everyday after a match, there you lay on one of their hospital beds and next to your bed is Kengo who’s recuperating due to the number of punishment he recieved from the bloody exchange.

Harumo:zzzzzz....zzzzz

Shiro: Harumo....

Snow: Do not worry, the doctor informed me that they are okay now, they just need rest.

Shiro: I see, Thank you very much Snow,

Snow: Then.. I will take my leave, My darling Master summons me.

Snow takes a short bow and leaves, after that, the rest of the Summoners arrived with a bundle of snacks.

Ryota: Shiro, we’re here.. and i’ve brought snacks for all of us. the food here looks really delicious.they have different kinds of roasted meat and they even have popcorn.

Moritaka: How are they doing Shiro?.

Shiro: Snow said they’re fine, they just need some rest.

Ryota: Phew thank goodness.

Shiro: Thats a lot of snacks you bought Ryota, are you sure you can finish those?

Ryota: Don’t worry, im always going to share my food and...also for Harumo and Kengo when they wake up. and when they do im going to surprise them with a yummy treat right in their mouths.

Toji: Lets hope they don’t choke from it.

Kengo: raaa.aa..aaaa

Kengo finally opens his eyes and looks around to see everyone.

Kengo: Hey guys.

Shiro: Kengo!

Ryota: Hooray you’re finally awake!

Moritaka: I’ve got goosebumps from that fight just now Kengo, that was amazing!

Toji: Im glad you’re awake Takabushi.

Kengo: Yeah, yeah, looks like Harumo is still out.

Ryota: Don’t worry, They’l come around sooner.

Kengo; Yeah, they always do.

Shiro: How are you feeling now?

Kengo: Uhh,.....ow!... just a slight back pain is all.

Shiro: I see

Harumo: MMMMMM, Uraghhhh,

You open your eyes and the first thing you see is the light ceiling facing directly at you. tilting your head and see everyone looking at you in relief and happiness.

Ryota: HARUMO! YOU’RE AWAKE!

Ryota moves in to hug you while in bed, not worrying about the pain that you felt when you moved your body to hug Ryota back.

Harumo: Hey guys!,

Shiro: im happy that you’re fine now Harumo, how are you feeling?

Harumo: I feel like my body was thrown back in forth.

Kengo: Hey partner, when we were fighting Macan, you summoned your sacred artifact.

Ryota: Oh yeah they did, so this means you remember everything?

Harumo: Hmmm, Owww! my head..... ohhh..

Moritaka: Hey.. Take it easy there my friend, you’re still resting.

Harumo: Well.... the only thing i remember is calling out my sword and then...all of sudden, i was holding two swords?

Kengo: Hold on, you can only summon one sword.

Toji: You guys probably didn’t notice this, when Harumo had summoned his sacred artifact a mysterious blue sword flew across the audience and made its way towards Harumo,

Ryota: Then, someone must have helped them, but who.

Horkeu Kamui: That will be me.

Everyone was surprised by the sudden appearance of a muscular wolf, with a sword on his side,

Harumo: Check out those muscles!

Kengo: Hey Kamui, how’s it hangin.

Horkeu Kamui: My Hero.. you have awaken, im glad that you’re okay.

Harumo: My hero?,,,,whoooo, i love the sound of that.

Horkeu Kamui: ahh, ....im pleased that you think so..My Hero..

Moritaka: Horkeu Kamui !, It is an honor to meet you again.

Horkeu Kamui: Likewise Moritaka, are you training hard?

Moritaka: Indeed i am, i train everyday to improve my skills to become a magnificient warrior.

Horkeu Kamui: Im happy to hear that, also Kengo Takabushi.

Kengo: Yeah what is it?

Horkeu Kamui: Thank you for protecting my hero!, im eternally grateful for your protection on him.

Kengo: Yeah yeah, whatever.

A sudden punch landed on Kengo’s head.

Kengo: What the hell was that for!

Shiro: You idiot ! Can’t you be a little bit nicer in responding to those kind sentences.

Kengo: What do you want me to say then, AHHHH!

Shiro: Im terribly! sorry for his rudeness, please forgive him, uhm sorry, but would you mind telling us your name?

Horkeu Kamui: My name is Horkeu Kamui, i vowed to protect my beloved Hero, whom im his sheath and shield.

Moritaka: Im amazed! Harumo, when did this all happen?

Harumo: I don’t remember him, but i would love to be his student.

Horkeu Kamui: What?, my hero, do you not know me?

Shiro: Allow me to shed light on the problem.

Shiro explains briefly to Horkeu Kamui the unseeable situation that has happen to his beloved Hero. and

Horkeu Kamui: I see... My Hero...im terribly sorry.

Harumo: MMMM, There’s nothing to be sorry about, also...Thank you.

Horkeu Kamui: F-For what?

Harumo: You’re the one who gave me that sword remember,. i recognized you when i heard your voice back then.

Horkue Kamui: i see... then, how would you regain your memories then?

Harumo: I don’t know, Shiro said If we go to places that i’ve been to, it might make me remember something.

Horkeu Kamui: I see,..then, can i do this then?

Harumo: Huh?, what do you mean.

Horkeu Kamui: This...

“mwah”

Everyting turned white in an instant, as the lone wolf, known for being a teacher and guide for his students, kissed his beloved hero’s forehead, the onlookers could only look in shock as they could not have imagined someone as Horkeu Kamui would do such a bold move infront of people, The LUCKY BASTARD! could only sit frozen in place as he tries to process what transpired,

Horkeu Kamui: If you regain your memories again, if you remember this moment, then, i hope you remember my words.

He whispered to your ear, unabling the shocked audience to hear what his gonna say to your ear.

“I Love you”

Moritaka’s ears twitch in shocked, because his hearing is much more powerful than it his to regular humans, as soon as he hears it, Moritaka could only watch and hear what transpired infront of him. even though his blushing from what he’d heard from the wolf.

Horkeu Kamui: Well, I’ll be going now, i need to train. I pray for your success conquest my beloved hero.

Harumo: Y-yeah, i hope your training goes well, see you soon Horkeu Kamui!

The lone wolf waiked towards the exit, but you could clearly see a smile appeared on his face as he waiked out, and after that.

Ryota: OH MY GOSH!, He just kissed Harumo!

Kengo: We clearly saw it infront of us Ryota,

Shiro: I-i-im .....

Toji: Motoori?, hey, hey are you okay?

Ryota: Whoah!, Shiro turned white all of a sudden. are you okay.

Moritaka: Im, im also speechless of what just transpired !

Harumo: Yahooo!, score one for Harumo!.

You are overflowing with joy from the bold move he’d done, Shiro is having a breakdown sorta from the event just now, Everyone else is shocked in belief.

Meanwhile...

Horkeu Kamui is waiking on the dark halls remembering the match that nearly cost his beloved hero’s life,

Horkue Kamui: .......

With each step is a scenario from the match, especially the part where his hero almost got devoured, this image keeps on repeating on his mind, as he waiks he remembers it, he remembers when he could’t do anything to save him, even though he was present, Anger, sadness, rage filled him as he punched a pillar out of rage,

Horkeu Kamui: Why,....why didn’t i do it?..They was there infront of me as i stood there doing nothing.... i don’t deserve to be called his shield,

Feeling hopeless and sad in his thoughts,....he suddenly remembered what his hero said to him.

“Thank you”

Horkeu Kamui: *GASP*

Those words reminded him the time where he was training a hero before he appeared, as a picture of him and his student eating together, in the night sky, inside the little hut where they train,

{FLASHBACK}

Horkeu Kamui: Lets eat, Hero.

Hero: All right! finally meal time!, im gotta be skin and bones if i don’t eat soon, so, THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD!

He quickly eats whats on his bowl and picks up several pieces of meat infront of the table in a flash to satisfy his hunger and to replenish his spirit.

Horkeu Kamui: Don’t eat very quickly, or you might choke while eating.

Hero: *nam* *nam* sorry Sensei, im just really hungry.

Horkeu Kamui: I know, but take things slowly,

Hero: Okay...

The night sky passes by as both of them have finish eating and went outside to look at the stars above, listening to the crickets calming sound, fires providing illumination in the entire village making it visible from a mile away as two onlookers look from the hill.

Hero: Wow! the village looks really lively from up here.

Horkeu Kamui: Yes, it does.

Hero: S-sensei, can i say something.

Horkeu Kamui: What is it?

Hero: Do you remember the time when my village was destroyed.?

Horkeu Kamui: Why do you ask that?

Hero: Don’t you remember, you were the one that saved me.

Horkeu Kamui: And why do you say that?

Hero: The things is, Sensei..

His student takes a long deep breath and his teacher is waiting for his answer to his questions.

Hero: THANK YOU SENSEI !

THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME ! THANK YOU FOR TRAINING ME TO BECOME STRONG AND LEARN HOW TO FIGHT ! THANK YOU VERY MUCH SENSEI !

{END OF FLASHBACK}

Horkeu Kamui: You really are just like him, Harumo... i can’t believe i forgot my other students as well, hmp, I thought they will be angry at me for leading them to their deaths, however,

Horkeu Kamui: All of them had the exact same expression as you are, as they went on to fight their enemies, i fought alongside with them, and even when they are in the brink of death, they never looked at me with rage and hatred, but satisfaction and peace were what i saw when they took their last breaths, over and over,

Horkeu Kamui: I thought i was a cursed, that i will drive every student that i have, to their painful deaths.

But thats not the case anymore, every hero that i forged, chose the path of becoming a hero, they didn't complain to me, they didn't even quit, they instead went on to fight their enemies head on with no regrets.

I can't believe i didn't realize it sooner, or maybe it was faith that today i will finally get an answer. Hmp, My Heroes....Thank you all, and most especially.

Horkeu Kamui: Thank you.... Harumo...... My Beloved Hero..

He stared from the second floor glass wall and looking at the group whom is taking care of his precious hero. as they waik towards the undiscovered land of Tokyo in the orange sky.

OKAY THIS IS THE EPILOGUE OF PART 3 BECAUSE I STARTED TO NOTICE A SOMETHING WHEN I WAS WRITING IT, AND I KNOW MOST OF YOU ALL THINK THIS IS SUPPOSE TO BE A FUNNY STORY AND ALL, BUT I AM AIMING IT TO BE FUNNY, AS ALWAYS THANK YOU ALL FOR READING IF YOU LIKE IT THEN LIKE AND IF YOU DON’T THEN......

THANK YOU FOR READING !

WRITER: THANK YOU FOR READING !

.HARUMO: WHAT THE ?!.....

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #harumo #Mc5 #summoners #horkeu kamui #april fools #part 3 epilogue #story #fanfiction

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detroitbydark · 5 years ago

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Part Four

Character: Commander Fox x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Two steps forward, one giant step back -or- Fox can't win for losing

A/N: You ever want to just press two people's head together until they kiss, like you did with dolls as a kid? wait, you didn't do that? Me either. That's why these two assholes still haven't hooked up. Cheers!

All parts can be found here on my Masterlist

The beginning of the week rolls around with new challenges, the least of which is the lingering stiffness Fox feels rolling out of bed. He wakes before his alarm and tries to work out the aches in a hot shower. He wants to get on his knees and thank the Maker for a private ‘fresher and never having to jockey with one of his men for the last of the hot water. It does wonders to relax the muscles that have seized up overnight. The bacta infusion in the wee hours of the previous morning hadn’t hurt much either.

As much as he’d voiced his displeasure, Wolffe had remained with him until medical had begrudgingly discharged him.

He wasn’t 100%, his ribs were still far more tender then he liked and the cut above his eye was barely fused together, but he knew if he spent any more time under the medics watchful eyes he was going to come out of his skin. His Ori’vod has come to bat for him and helped him back to his room after he’d convinced them to let him go.

The cross-eyed son of a nerf herder had also emptied his bottle of drink down the ‘fresher sink in front of him.

“I hear you haven’t been coping well.”

And just like that they were talking about CT-5555 and the incident and everything he’d have much rather let stew.

vod’kyramund

That’s what the trooper from the 501st had called him. It cut. It bled and festered. It hurt. Wolffe listened as he relived the night in detail, exhaustion nipping at his heels with each word he spoke. But he knew he needed to do it. To say it. He’d never admitted his lingering confusion about everything leading up to the incident to another soul.

Fox had never met a brother with his blaster set to anything other than stun. It was his default setting in any situation. Like he’d always told his men, you can’t interrogate the dead.

You also couldn’t go around shooting civvies without them distrusting you anymore then they already did.

He didn’t know how the blaster had been switched to lethal bolts. He didn’t remember when it could have happened. Damningly, he also didn’t remember reverifying the setting, something he always did before going out. Wolffe was the best set of ears he could have asked for. He didn’t say anything when Fox had to excuse himself to be sick.

Wolffe stayed until he’d fallen asleep, curling into him like they had as cadets during training. When he woke he was gone and so were the other three bottles of stock he kept squirreled away for emergencies. He’d cursed the other commander but knew why he’d done it.

It still didn’t mean he had to like it.

He’d allowed himself the luxury of sleep for the better part of the day, waking for the fresher and to make a memo to have Y/N pull up the incident report involving CT-5555. He needed to read it again if only to prove to himself that there was no other way for it to have ended, to find some sort of relief from the guilt that was gnawing at him.

He pushes Fives to the back burner and begins rounds on his men. He’d gotten the worst of it by far but the boys were feeling it.

Wren and Rule, his kits, both stumbled to the door to greet him with half a dozen questions. The pair had never been parted and hadn’t wanted to start when they’d been assigned quarters. Had he not looked back at their record, Fox would have thought them twins.

Thire has been less than happy to be woken up and Fox didn’t fault him for that, he sported a tender looking split lip and a black eye.

Ryk and Hound had greeted him, each far more chipperly then he felt appropriate. He left their rooms feeling a little disgruntled they weren’t as sore as he was.

He slept through the afternoon and into the evening. For the first time in a month and a half he didn’t dream about Fives.

He dreamt about his Little Mouse, the one who was not really his.

It wasn’t a dream he liked. He was merely swapping out one protagonist for the other in a nightmare where he was always the villain.

Pieces and parts were lost to him by the time he woke but, clear as can be, he can see himself holding his blaster, aiming center mass, as she held one shakingly at him. He’s yelling, the words lost to the sands of sleep, and tears stain her cheeks as she hiccups softly.

“Fox… it’s me”

His finger is wrapped tight around the trigger. Safety off. He exerts just a little pressure as the blaster wobbles in her grip. Something purrs at him, curls around him, encourages him to do it.

“Fox…”

He wakes up as the blaster echoes in his head.

———

0700 on the dot, Commander Fox strides into the office.

You can see the stiffness in his gait out of the corner of your eye. You find something incredibly interesting on the datapad in front of you. He doesn’t greet you and you don’t offer one of your own. An impromptu apology almost spills out of your mouth but you bite the inside of your cheeks to stop the flow of it.

His door slides shut with an almost inaudible hiss and you melt into your seat.

An hour passes.

Then two.

Then three.

Then he’s leaving without so much as a tip of the helmet in your direction.

This was better, right? This is what needed to happen because you could not continue to harbor an ill advised crush on your superior.

But...

This was not what you wanted. You wanted to see how he was fairing. You wanted to help him however you could. You wanted to forget about seeing him bloodied and remember the almost tender smile he’d given you when you’d leaned into him, or the way his hand felt guiding you through the crowd, fingers protectively spanning your lower back. You had spent the day before in bed remembering what his attention had felt like, tending the spark of the flame that grew a little more in your belly each time you allowed yourself to dwell on it.

You watch the seconds tick by on the chrono, the office maddeningly silent as you wait for him to come back. You wait the rest of the day. Fox doesn’t return.

The next day a file request is flashing on your datapad. Your work to pull up the case number and load it to the Commanders’s datapad.

By 0900 he still has not arrived at the office. You comm down to dispatch and they inform you that Commander Fox would be accompanying the Chancellor to the Senate for the day.

Fox hated the Senate floor. He hated it more than he hated being stuck behind a desk with paperwork.

While outwardly you knew all clones loyalty lay with the Republic you couldn’t ignore the times you’d heard the Commander quietly lament the character of the Senators they were tasked with guarding. Very few passed the Commander’s high standards of honor and integrity. Bodyguard duty at the Senate was comparable to slow torture, the only task he’d happily pass on to one of his men without a second thought.

You admired that about the Commander. The fact that he rarely refused to put himself in every job within his men’s jurisdiction from detention duty to traffic tickets, to interdiction. Now though, you find it irritating - even more so when Wren stops by your desk with a cup of caf and a pastry, his bucket balanced precariously across his forearm.

“Yummy treats for a yummy girl.”

You give him a sour expression and he laughs, “come on Mouse, it’s funny. I’m cute right?”

“Not nearly as much as you think.” You make a point of not looking at him.

The Sargent makes a wounded sound while you take the cup. He’s made it perfect and you can’t keep the stony expression on your face after you take the first sip and a contented sigh escapes you.

“Gotcha!” He leans against the desk and you offer him a tired smile “Least I can do with the Commander leaving you all by your lonesome.”

You nibble at the pastry. It’s honey sweet and sticky, the buttery layers flake and crumbs stick to your fingers.

You swallow each bite down with the strong caf he’s brought, likely from the pot in the speeder pool where it was often insinuated it could be swapped with the high octane speeder fuel and no one would be the wiser.

“I didn’t realize the Commander was pulling protection detail this week” you sniff glancing at a report on your datapad as if you weren’t supremely curious.

“He wasn’t supposed too, he swapped with Hound.” He reaches to snatch an uneaten piece of pastry and you slap at his hand but he’s quicker then you and has it in his mouth before you have a chance to snatch it back.

“Rude” you mutter lowly only earning a laugh.

“I’m glad you survived the other night with your good humor intact” you glance up to see a concerned look on his face “we were all a bit worried about you. Rule nearly had a kittens.”

“I mean, it turned out fine. Right?”

“Mouse?” His fist bumps into your shoulder lightly and you look up into a very concerned face. “We’re all ok. It’s no big deal, ok? It happens sometimes. Too much booze and battle stress and-” Wren shrugs. His eyes examine your face. His hand closes over yours, the gauntlet completely obscuring your hand underneath. “You were scared, weren't you?”

Maybe you weren’t. Maybe you were. You weren’t entirely sure. At the time it had been scary, yeah, but it wasn’t the Guards fault some drunk from the 501st wanted to start a fight. They were just protecting each other like they were supposed to. Maybe you were just more startled, that was probably it. Now, you just wanted to check in on Fox and make sure he was ok.

“I’m fine, Wren” you offer what you hope is a convincing smile “I think.”

The buzzing of his comms interrupts anything he was preparing to say. Wren frowns as you both listen to an all points coming through.

“I should probably head out” he offers another barely there love tap to your shoulder before he’s on his way.

Back to work, you pull up the schedule for the rest of the week while you pull up the HNE news feed on a seperate screen. you listen half-heartedly as the reporter drones on listing off casualty statistics, making a point to seperate the numbers of clones and non clone GAR personnel, like one mattered more than the rest.

The segway into the next segment slides across the screen with a quick montage of popular- and not so popular- senators speaking- and sometimes shouting- on the senate floor.

“And now in Senate new Chancellor Sheev Palpatine's overriding vote came as a shock to the gathered assembly...”

The clip disappears into a video from today. You freeze when you see the Supreme Chancellor presiding over the Senate. You tried to stay out of politics but something about Sheev Palpatine always put you off. It was his eyes. The politician's smile never reached them.

You continue to watch, only half listening as a wide shot brings into focus more of the Chancellor. Your eyes travel to the Coruscant Guard standing protectively behind the Chancellor. Thire is at his right and- your chest tightens- Fox is on his left. You don’t hear anything about referendums or treaties or the rising anti-Republic sentiment. You just see Fox.

———-

“Commander Fox. Come here”

Thire moves to take point as Fox falls back at the Chancellor’s request. “Is everything alright Chancellor.”

The old man waves dismissively, a smile pulling at his mouth. It makes Fox uncomfortable, “it’s fine. Everything’s fine, my friend. I wanted to have a word with you.”

Fox has never considered someone as influential as the Chancellor of the Galactic Republic to be a friend. The notion seemed wildly inappropriate like a tooka keeping a pet rancor. “Sir?”

“I sense something is burdening you, Commander.” The chancellor barely casts a glance toward him but Fox feels a prickle of something primal - sharp - in his belly. It was silly. He supposed but he was a Shock Trooper, a commander in the Grand Army of the Republic. He didn’t wear his emotions on his sleeve. He was the picture of military excellence. Unless he was slipping. He glances ahead at Thire as they make the turn to the Chancellor’s office. His vod doesn’t look back.

“Sir, I’m not-“

Palpatine waves a hand, “you are not in trouble Commander. I simply wonder if there is not some way I can advise you?”

The question hangs in the air. Fox lets his head continue to scan from side to side, eyes assessing the transparisteel lined wall as they enter the office. He hated that wall. It offered far too many opportunities for a sniper with the right kit and time to wait.

“Maybe this is about the traitor? The clone?”

Fox is quiet, his back ramrod straight. Thire glances at him from his spot by the door and Fox offers him a small nod before the other Commander is taking up a sentry position outside the door. A smile plays at the chancellor’s lips.

“Or maybe it’s something different” Palpatine turns his attention to Fox and looks him over. The prickle in his gut gets worse, a biological warning that something wasn’t right. He feels like a bug under a microscope, about to be dissected by the smiling visage of the old man in front him. “Maybe a girl then?”

“Chancellor Palpatine, such things are expressly against regulation four-“ he’s interrupted from rattling off the exact regulation as the Chancellor sweeps away from him and toward the window, his robes flowing behind him. He stands against the window, the light around him casting him as a dark shadow.

“You are a man, are you not? Not just a meat covered droid as some would lead you to think. Clone or otherwise, it’s natural for you to desire. When this war is over I feel we will see a dawning of a new era. Have you thought about what will become of you after the Separatists are defeated?”

Of course he’s thought about it. Any clone who’d say otherwise was a liar. Some looked at the future with fear and apprehension, others a sense of hope, some only with mild curiosity. That being said he wasn’t about to admit to any of that to the chancellor.

“It hadn’t crossed my mind”

Palpatine turns, narrows his eyes. It's just a minute twitch that Fox is scarcely sure he’s seen before it disappears, melts back into the serene expression he typically wore.

“I suppose I will stay on with the GAR if they’ll have me.” He relents, “or find a civilian defense contract.”

“And what of family? I know you clones hold the term of brother, of vod,” it sounds like a dirty word coming from his mouth, “close to your hearts. Do you want for more?”

The Chancellor’s eyes bore into him, searching, prodding for something that Fox can’t understand. He tries to sound light as he speaks as if the line of questioning wasn’t sending up so many warning signals. “I don’t think the Senate would approve of their weapons starting families.”

Palpatine gives him a grin, it’s devoid of warmth, lifeless. More of an impression of a smile, meant to be inviting but only working to raise the hairs on the back of Fox’s neck . “Dear boy,” he offers an encompassing sweep of the hand and a light tone “I am the Senate.”

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taronegertonthewelshboi · 6 years ago

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Family Visit ~ Taron Egerton

Taron Egerton x Reader

Warnings: None

Requests open!

(Y/d/n = your daughters name)

A/n: Really enjoyed writing this one! Thanks for 1k followers. Feel free to like and reblog!

“Sweetheart can you slow down please?” I called out to my oldest daughter as she went racing off ahead of me. She was increasingly energetic seeing as she was finally able to see her father in person for the first time in weeks.

Taron had invited us down to the set of rocketman on a day when he would have time to spare to allow us to meet everyone and check out the set. It was a suggestion he had made over FaceTime a few weeks ago.

“Why don’t you both come and see me? I miss you both so much and I’m sure everyone wants to meet you?” He posed giving puppy eyes.

I smiled back at his expression, “That sounds really good babe...”

“But..” he responded with a cautious tone.

Sighing, I sat up in bed to address him better, “Well, it’s just, you know what y/d/n gets like when she’s been away from you for a while, she won’t let you out of her sight and that will cause a commotion if you have to film a scene or when we go home she’ll throw a tantrum and then I’ll have to deal with it on my own and I already have enough on my plate with this pregnancy and I don’t think I’d have the heart to drag her away from you when she’s in that state”

Taron let out a hearty chuckle at my ranting, “Take a breath sweetheart, ok, I understand. Look, how about you come down in a few weeks? We have a short scene that needs to be filmed and then I have the week to myself so I will be around to help you as much as you need. In regards to when you leave, it will only be a week or two until I will be coming home so y/d/n shouldn’t make too much of a fuss.”

I rattled the idea around in my head, he made a good case and in all honesty I couldn’t see anything wrong with it.

This lead us to where we were today. Y/d/n was frantically searching the area for her dad, desperate to be in his arms again. “Daddy!” She called out with worry in her voice when her efforts proved fruitless. I managed to catch up with her and held her small hand in comfort.

“Darling you can’t run off like that ok? This is a very busy place and you could get hurt, you need to stay with me until we find Daddy.” She nodded with a sad expression.

“Sorry mummy. I just really want to see him.” She replied hiding her face in the fabric of my skirt.

“I know baby, and you will in a minute we just have to be patient.”

A few minutes later the familiar laughter of my husband sounded from nearby signalling he was on his way to meet us. Taron appeared from around the corner of a near by trailer, making our daughter squeal in delight and tug on my hand towards him. He was still dressed in costume clearly having just finished up filming.

“Hello my little love!” He called out to our daughter, crouching down to catch her in his arms.

I let go of her hand as she charged off and raced into her fathers embrace. “DADDY!” She screeched as she made contact, being lifted up in his arms and smothered with kisses.

“I have missed you my girlie! Have you been a good girl for your mummy?” He asked her still showering her with love. She nodded snuggling herself further into his hug.

I smiled softly at the scene abesentmindly resting my hand on my growing stomach at Tarons parental behaviour. He made eye contact with me and made his way over, still holding our daughter.

“Well hello yummy mummy, aren’t you looking gorgeous.” He smirked placing a free arm on my waist.

I felt heat rush to my cheeks as if I was a love struck teenager again. “Hello handsome. I’m loving the look.” I teased at his 70’s attire.

“Why thank you, I think it’s rather flattering. Now do I get a kiss from the most beautiful woman I know?” He moved in closer until his nose pressed against mine.

I giggled at his words and gave in, pressing my lips against his with such adoration. Being pulled away by y/d/n when she wanted the attention of her father again.

He pulled back from our kiss leaving me with a wink before addressing our daughter again. “What is it little one?”

She pointed over in the distance to what looked like an old style car. “Pretty car Daddy!” She cried with excitement. “I know hun, we can go have a look at it later yeah? But I think for now we should go and have a rest.” He suggested giving me a nod.

“Ok.” He lead us to his trailer and settled us in. I took place on the comfortable sofa he had been provided and sighed in relief of being able to relax. Taron soon joined me after giving y/d/n and activity to distract her for a while.

“How is my other little one doing?” He asked scooting down to rest his head next to my belly.

“They have been doing ok, they have discovered how to kick though so mummy gets regular displays of their martial arts skills.” I smiled, brushing my fingers through his thinned out hair.

He chuckled against my stomach, pressing his hand on the side. “Cheeky monkey, other than practicing football, you haven’t had any other problems with them right?” He asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

His worry was understandable, during y/d/n pregnancy we’d had a big scare. Resulting in a week in hospital to monitor that she was going to be ok. Ever since that, Taron had been on high alert with anything even remotely medical when it came to both myself and our children.

“No problems darling, we are both doing really well. Nothing to panic about.” He released a breath a relief, placing a kiss against my stomach and sitting back up again.

He placed another kiss against my lips and pulled me into his side for a cuddle. We sat in a soothing embrace just watching our daughter play with a prop from the set Taron had allowed her to use. Feeling so content in the company of our small family, I couldn’t help but let a small tear escape.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Taron who became alert to the splodge that stained my shirt. “What’s wrong?” He asked placing his hands either side of my face.

I laughed through my tears at his worried expression, “nothing, I’m just hormonal and stuff like this gets me emotional. I’m happy darling, really happy.” I reassured him. Making him laugh with me.

Y/d/n snuck up on the sofa and plonked her self in between us. “Mummy’s being silly again.” She giggled.

Taron smirked at our daughter, “Really?” He asked raising his eyebrow at her, “I think I know someone more silly than mummy.” He teased.

Y/d/n sat up and looked to Taron with interest. “Who?”

He took a deep breath before shouting, “You!”

He tackled her down onto the sofa tickling her sides making her laugh her little heart out as well as Taron.

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deathbyseventeen · 6 years ago

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Because You Were Gone - Super!Joshua AU

Title: Because You Were Gone || Super!Seventeen AU / Super!Joshua AU || Based on @jejublr Super!Joshua AU!!!!!!!

Genre: Romance, Angst

Member/s: Joshua x Reader

Words: 8.6k

Blurb: You never knew when to give up. It wasn’t your superpower but it sure seemed like it.

A/N: A huge thanks to @jejublr for letting me write an AU based on their Super! Joshua AU (linked so y’all can enjoy that too) which literally gives me so many emotions when I read it. I’m sorry this literally took a year to get out. I hope y’all enjoy! (Excuse the typos guys).

Joshua let his head hit his office desk, not meaning to time it with the sound of another object being thrown against a wall. He let out a groan.

“Joshua—” he heard his friend and closest empath nurse, Seokmin, walk into his office only to be cut off by the static sound of another nurse’s voice coming through his office intercom.

“Doctor Hong, there’s a Super here that would like to have a word with you.”

Joshua nodded and leaned over his desk to reach the intercom’s button. He took a moment to straighten his tie then answered, “I’ll be right out.”

Seokmin smiling nervously at Joshua hit the bottom of his right palm against the clipboard he was holding. “I was sent here to tell you that, guess they couldn’t wait.”

Joshua nodded and dusted off his lab coat. Then, he motioned for Seokmin to follow him as he walked out of his office. “I’m assuming there’s more?”

“Yeah, we have three patients waiting for you, but I’ll pass the two who are in urgent need of attention to one of the other doctors.”

Joshua nodded and stopped a corner away from the main lobby, “Did you...read his feelings?”

“Yeah, and they were really bad.” Seokmin grimaced.

Joshua gave him a small smile, hoping to alleviate any tension that Seokmin may have been feeling. His smile was a lie though. He was terrified of what the superhero in the lobby would do to him if he couldn’t calm him down. But even then, he just hoped Seokmin would let himself be lied to.

“Don’t worry, Joshua! Remember, you’ve got healing aura. You make people feel assured and comfortable! He’ll forget his fury quickly.” Seokmin nodded, a bright smile making its way onto his face.

“That’s how I keep getting into these messes in the first place.” He laughed tiredly. “But you’re right, I believe you.” He smiled for a moment before he turned the corner and come face to face with a tall man in a skintight suit.

He needed to play the innocent doctor card, it was the only thing he knew would most likely save him for a pummeling. So, he gave the superhero his best, innocently oblivious smile.

•*•

Joshua Hong had learned many things over the course of his superpowered life. Naturally, he had compiled a mental list of the most important ones.

1. Although his powers were meant for healing, he should never use them.

If he did…

There was a ringing in his ears and a buzzing on his left knee, coincidentally it was the same knee side his friend had broken and of which he was currently using his powers to heal. A shiver ran down his spine, his knee was getting increasingly warmer-- his body was responding.

‘Wait,’ he thought to himself, clenching his teeth. His knee…it felt like...like it was shattered into pieces...jelly, nonexistent.

The heat and pain grew. He lost his concentration. He fell backward from his kneeling position. Then he groaned but not from his fall, but from the feeling that was coming from his knee.

He blacked out not long after.

...He would suffer the consequences.

Joshua believed it was to keep the world balanced. If he took someone’s pain, it would become his own.

That’s how he discovered that he should treat himself as if he had no powers. Instead of relying on his power to be a doctor at the Heroes Association Headquarters, he’d have to study hard to understand both the human body and the superpowered body.

2. Supers are the same as NonSupers.

Which, Joshua thought, can’t be explained without the third.

3. The heart falls too easily and too fast.

“Hello, Doctor Hong.” A group of first-year medical students, male and female, greeted him as he walked past the courtyard fountain, where they huddled up as a group.

He gave them a hesitant smile, nodding once as well as a hello.

“He’s so yummy.” He heard one of them purr, “I wonder if he’s got someone.”

“He sends me into cardiac arrest.” Another one sighed.

Trying not to shudder, he quickened his footsteps and dashed to his next lab course.

…

“You’ll be allowed to pick your lap partners.”

He dreaded hearing those words, he dreaded them with such a passion that he was nearly sure there was a grimace on his face.

“Joshua!” He heard someone scream. Before he knew it, he was surrounded by all of his fanclub members (Seokmin had told him he found a Joshua Hong fan club months before) “Joshua can we—” “Joshua!”

“Joshua!”

“Oh it’d be so romantic if Joshua was my partner.” He heard someone coo.

‘Who in their right mind would find it romantic to flirt over a cadaver dissection.’ He thought to himself. Yeah. There was definitely a grimace on his face. Not that it mattered to anyone.

… After Graduating …

“Am I dead? Is this heaven? Are you an angel?” His patient said after a couple of seconds gaping at him, awestruck after waking up. “I think this is love at first sight.”

Joshua smiled widely, his eyes turning into crescents, his hands intertwined. “Thank you. I’m sure you’re a great person as well.” He patted the patients head and motioned for Seokmin to follow him out.

When they made it to his office, Joshua slammed the door shut and slid down the door dramatically. Seokmin stifled a laugh and gave him a thumbs up.

“I’ll take that as a sign that my oblivious act was a success.” Joshua sighed and hung his head. “Why do they keep saying that? It’s like I haven’t left med school.”

“You’ve just got this—" Seokmin motioned with his hands like he was trying to grasp something in front of him— “healing aura.”

“I’m a doctor.” He deadpanned.

“You make them feel comfortable and assured, alright.” The rattling door interrupted Joshua, ending the conversation momentarily. Unwilling to move, he let himself be pushed by the door into the room’s corner. Seungcheol, their friend and newly hired trainer, walked into the office, and seeing Joshua facing a corner, smiled teasingly at him.

“Did our dear Doctor Hong break another heart?”

Joshua groaned. “Why?” He whined, laying down on the floor completely now.

Seungcheol laughed, “Just make sure to stay away from anyone who ends up on my team next year. Alright?”

“Next year?” Both Joshua and DK asked confusedly after a beat of silence.

“Next year,” Seungcheol confirmed. “As of today, you are looking at the new squadron leader of the Hero’s Association. Who’s also looking for the approval from the heads of Heros for his picks…” He trailed off, smiling nervously.

“Congrats!” They grinned.

“Yeah yeah. Just stay away from my team, Hong.” He laughed teasingly before walking out.

——

A Year Later - Present Time

“I need you to kick! Roundhouse, Y/N! Roundhouse!” Seungcheol your squadron captain and personal trainer screamed at you. You, however, decided to ignore him and go for a punch instead.

A loud buzz rang throughout the training room and the man you were fighting disintegrated. The once colorful and park-looking room, melted and from underneath, appeared a room of gray walls and blue mats.

“We’ve been at this for a month, Y/N.” Seungcheol lectured you from across the room, stomping his way over to you. As he did, you let your head drop and bent your knees tiredly. Then, as you let your hands rest on each knee and took deep breaths, you watched the sweat off your face drip onto the mats.

Slowly. Languidly.

You could have sworn you even heard the drip as it hit the mat.

“I get that you think that you’re invincible because you’re impervious to bullets and knives. But that doesn’t mean you don’t need to listen to orders. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” A buzzing traveled up your arms.

Seungcheol continued to lecture you, but as he did, his words started to fade. The buzz on your arms spread. No longer were they just a feeling but a sound ringing in your ears.

You blinked, staring up at Seungcheol. His face suddenly morphing from something stern to concerned. He grew bigger. You vision blurred.

Then before you knew it, all you saw as black.

----

There was a low, incessant beeping that echoed in your ears, ringing out like bells trying to grab your attention. A low murmur of voices snaked their way into your eardrums and into your head where the bells were ringing.

You let out a small grown as you opened your eyes and blinked the blurriness away. At first, you only knew that there were a couple of people standing around you. Based on the white out of their outfits, you imagined doctors and nurses. Then, when the blurriness disappeared, you knew you were in the presence of an angel.

He hovered over you, studying you, looking directly into your eyes with his dark brown eyes. His eyebrows seemed to come together in concern, and his pale pink lips moved and a white light glowed behind him like a halo. You realized you had zoned out, staring at the man for so long, almost sure that drool was starting to drip from the corners of your mouth.

“Are you an angel? Am I dead?” You asked. His concerned face morphed into a smiling one, his cat-like eyes narrowing slightly, but not in some menacing way. It was as if he was concentrating all his energy on the expression he was using.

“Seungcheol!” He screamed, ignoring your question. When he noticed you were still waiting for an answer, staring at him and following his every move, he straightened his back and gave you a startling, but dazzling smile.

“You’re in the clinic, Y/N. You fell unconscious, remember?”

You blinked in response, still distracted by the way he tilted his head as he talked to you and the way only a small portion of his hair fell into his eyes.

“Y/N?” He asked again. A small, nervous laugh followed his question, the dazzling smile never leaving his face. The way he questioned you would have been comical to you if you could have moved past his smile. If only you could form some words.

Seungcheol entered the room only a few seconds later, “Oh goodie, you’re alive. Thanks, Shua.” Then paused, the smile on his face slowly crumbling. His eyes locked onto the dopey expression on your face and Joshua’s oblivious act.

He groaned, “Goddammit, Shua, not one of my kids-- this is the third time this month.”

Joshua whipped around, angeling his face away from your view and whispered angrily at Seungcheol. “It’s not my fault.”

Seungcheol sighed exasperated at the, admittedly not so surprising, turn of events. He waved a nurse toward you, “Help me get her off that bed so I can get her out of here.”

A couple of moments later, after the nurse and Seungcheol were done getting a needle and other wires off of you, moments you didn’t register, you were leaning on Seungcheol. It wasn’t until Seungcheol started to force you to walk that the concept of words finally came through for you.

“Wait, noo.” You whined, twisting around as Seungcheol led you out of the room to look at Joshua, “Let me stay with the kind doctor.” The fact that he wasn’t angel registered the moment Seungcheol had walked in, but too distracted with Joshua, you hadn’t bothered to actually say it.

In a moment of confidence, you ripped yourself from Seungcheol’s grasp and stumbled forward. But before you could get very far, he reached back, grabbed you aimlessly, and pulled you by the collar toward the exit.

Joshua in return, let his innocent expression fall for a second, staring at Seungcheol pull you by the collar with wide eyes. What the h--?

Months later, Joshua had yet to leave your thoughts alone. Even when you closed your eyes and the darkness enveloped you, Joshua appeared enveloped in lights of his own. You wanted to see him again. So, you did.

But you, a super whose power made you invulnerable to getting hurt through bullets, knives, and anything of that sort, didn’t have a reason for showing up there. You had almost laughed when the thought popped into your head.

For a month, you found yourself traveling deep underground to the Heroes Clinic if only to see Joshua again. Repeatedly you found yourself claiming to sick. After all, a virus did its work inside your body, not outside where your skin was impenetrable.

Two months later, the nurses were beginning to annoy at your sight. Then a year later, one of them walked up to your cot, where you were lying after telling Joshua that you felt dizzy. He, as a result, had led you to a cot and asked you to wait.

Joshua knew your game, knew you weren’t really hurt, and you knew it too. He waited until he had a lull in his patient queue to act as your doctor.

“Y/N,” One of the nurses sauntered up to you, “you should give up now. There’s no point in chasing him.” Then in your face said, very slowly as if you didn’t understand the language they were speaking, “He. Does. Not. Care.”

“That’s enough.” Another nurse came up behind her, narrowing his eyes at them. Seokmin, your memories served, one of the kinder nurses. One that often helped you in your ploy’s to get Joshua’s attention when he wasn’t busy.

They bristled at his arrival and scurried off before he could tell them anything more. He rolled their eyes at them, “Don’t listen to them. They’re just jealous because they tried flirting with Joshua but were rebuffed.”

It wasn’t a joke but you couldn’t help but laugh at his words, “Then why would they be jealous? Joshua’s rebuffed me too.”

“Rebuffed you? Are you kidding me?” Seokmin grinned as he sat down on the edge of your cot, “He rebuffed you the first day saw him, yeah. But, he hasn’t ever since.”

“Yes, he has.”

“No,” Seokmin insisted, shaking his head, “he hasn’t. Haven’t you noticed he uses two different faces-- an obviously innocent face for those who flirt with him and an honest one with his friends? He hasn’t used that innocent one since he met you.”

You laughed again, not believing what Seokmin was trying so hard to convince you of. When he frowned you remembered he could tell what you were feeling.

“Alright don’t believe me.”

“Believe you or not, I’m not going to give up. I’m going to win his heart!” You whisper-yelled to him. From the corner of you could see Joshua walk into the open space where you and about six others were waiting. It was the low-priority room-- Joshua’s patient list must have been dwindling down.

You could see how smirked at seeing you, shook his head amusedly and neared his first patient. Joshua smiled at them and laughed at their jokes. In the darkness that loomed over everyone, including yourself, he was a light shining so bright and oh how you wanted to be nearer to it.

“Seokmin.” You said, turning back to him but froze when you saw he was distracted by someone else. A nurse? A super? A rare civilian? There was a small smile on his face, you noticed, a dreamy smile frozen in place as he watched them approach the front desk.

“Who’s that?” You teased.

A dark blush ran up his face and in an instant, the dreamy look he had was replaced by one more bashful. “W-Who?” He stuttered. “Oh, look!” He gave you a shaky grin, “Our dear Joshua is coming this way.”

Seokmin left like a gust of wind and in its trail Joshua appeared, picking up the folder that had been left at the foot of your cot. You grinned. Seokmin, in his haste, almost slipped in front of the mystery person.

“So what do we have here?” Joshua questioned, a small smile playing on his lips as he looked inside the folder. “A case of dizziness? And what exactly caused this?” He asked, finally turning to look at you.

“Well, I’m sure you’d know better. You’re the doctor after all.”

Joshua smiled and hummed in response. There was a moment of silence between the both of you as he broke out his stethoscope and started to look over you.

“I have new gossip for you, fresh off the press--” you sat up, letting Joshua flash light into your eyes, “it seems Seokmin may be a bit infatuated with an unknown second party.”

“Is that so?” He responded. You were silent for a moment, hoping that Joshua would have something more to say. But, after a prolonged silence and Joshua still looking you over you decided to continue.

“Yeah,” You grinned at him, “He basically ran away from me only to slip in front of them before running away from them too.” You giggled, “I think he really likes them.”

Joshua let out a single laugh. It was short and breathless and almost like it wasn’t even there.

“Well, I think I can discharge you right now. There seems to be nothing wrong with you, just remember to eat and rest plenty.” It wasn’t much that he had to say, but once he was done, he gave you a single smile and instantly started to turn away.

“J-Joshua!” You called out. “Do you want to hang out for a bit? If you’re on break I mean.”

“Sorry, Y/N. I’ve got some paperwork to finish.”

“Oh, alright.” You smiled, “Don’t overwork yourself!”

It’s been a year.

There was a rock building in your throat. The nurse’s words exploded in your thoughts. It’s been a year and you hadn’t managed to move Joshua past playful banter-- banter that only you were providing. Seokmin was wrong. You frowned at the thought. There was no way Joshua could like you when he didn’t even want to stay a few extra minutes with you.

Your frown turned into a grimace at the thought that followed. This is what pain feels like, isn’t it? Perhaps you were no better than all the others that had followed Joshua around. It wasn’t that hard to know why the other nurses were so off-put by your presence.

Most of them had been in the same boat as you, trying to get Joshua to notice them. Most of them infatuated with Joshua at first sight just as you had been. Maybe that was all it was…

Infatuation.

Perhaps you were only ever infatuated with Joshua. Perhaps that was the reason as to why you couldn’t stop chasing after him, trying to gain his affection. He could probably see that by just looking at you.

Maybe the nurses were right….maybe you should just stop chasing after him. Joshua seemed to have a radar for locating the people only chasing him because of infatuation and if you were only feeling infatuation for him then….

That’s why he continued to treat you like a stranger, not like a romantic interest nor a friend like Seokmin.

You bit back the cry that wanted to leave you.

You were nothing to Joshua.

A WEEK LATER

Seungcheol caught the heel of your left foot midair as you attempted a roundhouse kick on him. The look on his face was passive save for the single eyebrow he was raised.

You smiled awkwardly and giggled tensely. In the past, only once had he been able to block your kick— the first day of training.

Keyword: block. He had never been able to catch your kick before.

Wordlessly, he let go of your leg and positioned himself to block your kick again. He gave you a nod and you positioned yourself to kick again.

You took a deep breath and when you felt like you were aligned with yourself and your goal, you attempted to kick Seungcheol again.

In an instant, Seungcheol was catching the heel of your foot again and twisting as if he were about to throw you onto the mat. But he stopped, and instead, he held you halfway between the mat and your original position.

You breathed heavily as Seungcheol, kneeling on the mat, stared at floor continuously.

“Is there a reason why you seem so unfocused today?”

You gulped. His words were clipped. “N-no.”

Seungcheol shook his head exasperated. After letting go of your leg, he stood up and dusted off his shorts.

You stood up straight as you waited for him to say something.

“You’re distracted.”

“N—”

“Bullshit.” He seethed.

You jumped, startled by the sudden tone of his voice. You could feel the venom dripping from it.

Seungcheol sighed when he saw the startled look on your face. Softer he said, “You’re distracted, Y/N. Now I don’t know why but I’m asking to go fix it and get yourself back on earth.”

He bristled again as you didn’t move and continued to only stare at him.

“Now.” He said urgently, “Go now,” and pushed you toward the door.

———

You stood alone in the hallway that led to the Heroes clinic, still clad in your training uniform, peeing through one of the porthole windows on the doors.

A smile made its way onto your face when a puff of dark, amber colored hair appeared amongst the nurses and patients. Joshua. You sighed.

Your hand was seconds away from pushing the door open when a voice popped into your head. You should give up. There’s no point in chasing him. That damn nurse.

Infatuation. Your own thoughts laughed back at you. That’s all it is, infatuation. Joshua knows this. Why do think he glosses over you when you’re here.

You chewed on your lips as you watched Joshua politely laugh at something a patient said.

A sudden beeping stole you from your thoughts. Your phone buzzed, at a rhythm you were starting to grow accustomed to, in your pocket. When you brought it out and read the alert, you knew you were right, mission time.

You were about to take off running when your steps hesitated and you thought about looking at Joshua one more time. But just as the thought hit you, you shooed it off and ran away.

Inside, at the front desk, Seokmin worked on some paperwork. Despite being concentrated on the papers, he had a sudden feeling that you should have shown up already.

He turned to the clock that was bouncing on the computer monitor and frowned. You didn’t have a set time for showing up but you did have a small pattern.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feelings around him. If only for a few seconds he could extend his emphatic powers to a distance much larger than only those around him.

Enough distance that he believed he should be able to find you if you were somewhere in headquarters.

He bounced off of people’s emotions, shuddering, trying to find the ones he recognized as yours when you were looking forward to seeing Joshua. But, he didn’t find it.

He did, however, feel one person, running through the hallway that led to the clinic. He thought it might have been you...until he realized they were running away from the clinic.

Determination and heartbreak. His eyebrows furrowed then a thought popped into his head.

‘Another one of Joshua’s poor victims,’ he thought to himself. Another one of Joshua’s poor victims.

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So this is real pain.

You coughed uncontrollably as smoke filtered into the room where you had chased the villain you were pursuing into. It had only been a moment after you stepped inside that a tickle had invaded your airways. At first you had thought the tickle in your throat was nothing more than that-- a tickle. But, as you searched around the crate filled room, that itch began to burn and your throat began to feel like it was closing.

Box and crates were stacked up and piled in different parts of the room. Under other circumstances you might have taken a moment to joke about the contents of the room-- it was like a maze! But, with the fire in your throat spreading all of your body, all you could really do was look for the door you had come through.

You coughed and blood came out, splattering on the floor at first before you covered your mouth in a panic.

The smoke rose and a haze began to fall over your vision. For a split second, you locked onto the door but realized that a metal sheet had fallen over it.

You were trapped.

Suddenly, the banging on the metal sheet came into focus.

“H-help.” You choked out, blood flowing out with a sudden heave.

You pushed against the floor in a feeble attempt to get up from the floor. To no avail, your body was weakening quickly and all that happened was your body folding in itself and falling over into a fertile position.

The villain laughed somewhere close to you. You didn’t know where though, the lacy smoke was thickening into white clouds.

“You thought you could just follow me, newbie?” You tensed. The villain’s voice was like a snakes hiss, slithering closer to you, hidden behind the stacks of boxes and smoke.

“I--” You tried to answer them, but another wave of heaving hit you and more blood started to cover your uniform. An outfit that you wouldn’t have minded ruining as it was a plain black and gray combo. Maybe that would have made headquarters expedite the making of your reinforced superhero outfit. You were definitely about to need it.

“You might be wondering what you’re breathing in? Why you’re….,” the villain stepped out from behind a stack, stepping forward to only a couple of steps away from you, “coughing up so much blood.”

They laughed as you heaved blood again.

Your jaw clamped shut and you glared at them. With shaky arms and legs, you pushed off the floor and tried to give him the roundhouse kick you had been practicing with Seungcheol.

“Careful.” They said, sickeningly sweet, as they caught your ankle. “You might give away all your moves.”

You shook your leg trying to shake them off, panic starting to settle over you.

“After all, it wasn’t that hard to figure out your little power. OR how to deactivate it. Biology.” They laughed and twisted your ankle to bring you to the floor.

It hurt to whimper. But even then you wouldn’t have wanted to whimper and show them the pain you were in. Nonetheless, you let out a small gasp, one that managed to leave a trail of blood on your jaw.

“Oh, dear,” they clicked their tongue, “you seem to be in pain. It’s in my professional opinion that we do all that we must to get rid of that pain. Yeah?” They smiled.

You shook your heavy head despite knowing it would do nothing. Your lying body would be their latest victim.

Seungcheol had shown you their case file. You knew their M-O. The pleasure they took in what they were about to do to you.

“N—” you’d struggled to say no. Your coughing fits were begging to get stronger and longer.

They smiled and almost instantly brought up their foot to kick your torso. Kick after kick your strength to keep your eyes open diminished. The edges of your vision blackened.

The last thing you saw was their shoe positioning itself above your face.

This is what real pain feels like. The nurse’s voice cackled in your head.

Then, as the shoe came down over you, your strength fizzled out and you blacked out, believing death had finally come for you.

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Seungcheol ran down the emergency landing hallway that led to the emergency rooms of the clinic. He pushed the gurney you were on as he did, pushing past the nurses that had been stationed at the landing. He had no time for their gaping expressions or their repentant stares.

“Move.” He growled as he pushed through the swinging, emergency doors.

Seokmin, who was there only to drop off paperwork that he had been given by Joshua, dropped his clipboard when Seungcheol came barreling inside and saw your unconscious and bloody body on the gurney.

“They need immediate attention,” Seungcheol yelled, already running in the direction of the individual emergency rooms.

Quickly coming to, Seokmin chased after him, “There are none. They’ve all already been filled.”

“What do you want me to do? Let them die out here?”

“No.” Seokmin grabbed Seungcheol by the forearm and pulled him in another direction. “I’m telling you there’s no room here. You need to take them to the observation cots. I’ll get someone to make them a real bed and put up some curtains.”

Seokmin pushed Seungcheol to go faster and stayed back himself. He whipped around and started yelling at the nurses who were staring at your diminishing form with horror and regret.

“You,” he called, “find an empty bed to replace a cot. You to find some curtains to divide the observation room from the rest of the patients.” Anger started bubble when they stayed rooted to their spots.

“Now.” He almost growled, snapping them out of it. “And you,” he turned to the nurse that had approached you the other week, “Find Doctor Hong, take him to the observation room. Tell him Y/N’s in critical condition.” Then shooed her off and ran towards the emergency room, hoping he could find a room for you.

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Joshua was filling out patient forms in his office when the nurse Seokmin had sent came barreling through his door.

“Doctor Hong!” They yelled. “We have an emergency! It’s Y/N!”

Joshua rolled his eyes in amusement. A small smile played at his lips when he responded, “Alright, Alright, I’ll be there in a second.”

The nurse huffed and in a moment if forgotten professionalism said, “Y/N IS DYING WE GOTTA BLAST.”

Joshua froze if only for a millisecond, as he stared at the papers under his hands, then like a rocket shot out of his chair and blasted down the hallway. His pen still rolled on the desk when the nurse took off running after him.

“Observation room! Observation room!” They screamed at him.

Joshua made no motion that he heard them speak but nonetheless, the words registered in his head. He ran down the hallway and to the main lobby where the observation room was, the same place where you always laid on a cot waiting for him to check you over.

He saw Seungcheol pacing outside a small, square-shaped room fastened out of white sheets that had been hung.

“Life hanging from a thread!” Seungcheol screamed as he rushed past him, practically ignoring him.

Joshua pushed past the curtain and stumbled though nothing had been his way. His legs were jelly and his breath caught in his throat your sight.

Life hanging from a thread! Seungcheol words echoed inside him.

You laid pale and lifeless on a bed that the nurses had made to replace a cot. There was dried blood all over you-- surrounding your mouth, trails down your neck and splatters on your clothes…

Bruises adorned your torso, he saw when a nurse ripped your training shirt off with a knife.

His heart grew heavier with the passing seconds. But, seeing there was no time for him to let fear overtake him, he walked forward and with shaky hands grabbed your own.

The nurse next to you quickly started to list off your injuries, and at each and every one, Joshua flinched.

“Broken ribs, internal bruisi--”

“Why?”

“It seems they were kicked repeatedly in the torso regi--”

“Why are they bleeding?” He said, “Their skin is impenetrable.”

“The villain they were after had been keeping an eye on them for some time. They created a smoke bomb with an unknown, poisonous substance that rendered their power useless.”

While Joshua concentrated his powers on you, just to see how the poison was working on you, the same nurse who had been sent to find him, came striding into the make-shift room with supplies to be used. There was a determined glint in his eye that the nurses caught suddenly when they saw him let go of your hand and turn around to grab a chair.”

“Doctor Hong,” the second nurse, the nurse that had come in last, gulped, “what is the plan of action?”

His jaw clamped shut as he grabbed your hand again and closed his eyes in concentration, “I’m going to flush the toxins traveling through their body.”

“But Doctor Hong, you can’t.” The second nurse, again, threw themselves at Joshua and gripped him by his biceps. “It’s too dangerous! You know the risks! We don’t know how it would affect you!”

Joshua shook them off, he had made an oath to do all he could to save his patients. There was no way he wasn’t about to try and save you.

Unbeknownst to them, Seokmin has rushed into the curtain roomed to offer his services. But, when he saw Joshua preparing himself to heal you with his powers and the nurse clinging to Joshua possessively he frowned and coughed aggressively.

The three stopped their doing and glanced at Seokmin.

“You two,” he said, sending a shiver down the nurses' spines who had never seen him without a smile on his face, “out.”

“Now.” He said sternly when they hesitated to move. They scurried past him and the second they had left the room, Seokmin gave Joshua a nod and left himself.

Joshua closed his eyes again. His eyebrows furrowed from the sudden pain that flowed through him.

This was the pain that you had been feeling, he realized. Waves of searing hot pain spreading all over your body, your throat closing in….he felt it all and despite the agonizing scream that wanted to rip itself from his throat, he gripped your hand harder using both of his hands.

To the agonizingly slow beep of the heart monitor, he stayed by your side cleansing your body of the toxins in it. All the while, in the eerie silence of their clinic, he started to realize how you had become a significant part of his life. One that, when seeing a pale light cast on your gray, pale body— signs of which he knew were related to a person nearing death— made him feel the absence of the warmth you radiated when you were near him.

It was making him face reality, the feelings he had been growing for you, but pushing away. You hadn’t been like the others. You hadn’t gone to him crying about your problems, hoping that he would be the solution to everything (not that he would mind hearing about a person’s problems, if only they would ask about his too). Nor had you treated him like a piece of meat…

Another wave of searing hot pain shot down his body. He let out a strangled groan, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“Doctor Hong!” He heard one of the nurses partially muffled scream. Seokmin. He smiled through the pain.

Like hell, he was about to let go of your hand. He wouldn’t let go until he knew you’d be able to flush out the remain toxins yourself.

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You stared at Joshua from the doorway of his office. It was a mystery if he had noticed your presence yet. You had certainly noticed him.

Your head leaned titled against the frame the door. There was a fondness in your eyes that neither of you were able to notice.

Joshua wrote furiously on paperwork on his desk. The first few buttons of his shirt had been undone; and his tie, which he had loosened, hung low on his dress shirt.

When he twisted in his seat as he reached forward to grab something, you noticed he had rolled up his sleeves. Then, when you looked at his face again, you saw light bags starting to take form under his eyes.

“Joshua, you should get some shut eye.” You said, rushing forward to stand beside his desk.

He gave a small jump in his chair from the scare you gave him. He had been so engrossed in the work he had been doing that he hadn’t noticed when you had gotten there. Nonetheless, he smiled at the papers as he continued to write furiously.

“It’s okay, Y/N, my shift will be done in 3.”

“You said that,” You glanced at the digital clock sitting on his desk, “an hour ago. At least let me buy you a coffee ok? Americano sounds good, yeah? Okay bye.”

Joshua paused from working to watch as you scurried out of his office. He smirked in amusement. Then, as he turned back to his work and caught a glance of the time.

3:27 am

He hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. He had been so focused, he had even forgotten that you had stopped by an hour before. But, oh how he needed that Americano at the moment. If he had been any more awake he may have stopped to question how you knew what coffee he liked. But, in his half-awake state, all he could do was wait in anticipation for you to return. His pen hovered over the paper, no words would be written.

When you did return, the coffee you had brought him had never tasted better nor given him enough energy to carry on for a couple more hours.

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“Doctor Hong.”

“Joshua, I feel dizzy. I think I’ve got to lie down.”

“Doctor Hong.”

“Joshua, I think I hit my head earlier. Can you check it for me?”

“Doctor Hong.”

“Joshua, Dino scratched my arm earlier. I think I’m bleeding. Please save me.”

“Y/N, you can’t bleed from a scratch.”

“Doctor Hong!” Joshua awoke from his restless slumber gasping for air. His hands still clutched onto yours like a lifeline, though not him to yours but you to him.

“But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt!” He shut his eyes. He could hear the pout in your voice echoing inside him.

“Doctor Hong!” A different voice screamed in his ear.

He jumped out of his chair and fell onto the floor. Streaks of sweat trailed down his face and onto his shirt. Under his eyes, dark bags outlined his eyes.

Slowly, he let his gaze trail upwards to whoever had just screamed in his ear. It was the nurse from earlier.

“Yes?”

“Sir, I think you should go to sleep. You’ve been asleep for 3 hours.”

“No.” He coughed and stood up. “No, I’m fine. I need to stay here.”

“Doctor Hong, they’re vitals have been stabilized. I’m sure they’re capable of flushing out the rest of the toxins themselves.”

“Is that so?” Joshua turned to you and started checking you over. The number of toxins in your body had definitely dwindled. But, he was still unsure of leaving your side.

“Yes, sir. Please go home. Some already offered to take your hours so you can rest. You’re off duty, but you’re also not allowed to be here.”

“No, no— ” He said as he stumbled onto his feet, “there’s no need for that. I’m fine.”

“But—,” The nurse’s gaped at Joshua’s diminishing form like a fish. He was gone before she could have one

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(A week later)

His friend would tell him he was overworked— deep black bags under his eyes, droopy eyes, and disheveled hair were their clues. But, if someone were to ask Joshua, or rather tell him that he needed a break, that he should go home and sleep— the answer would still be a giant no.

Seungcheol leaned against a corner of one of the main hallways in the clinic. Arms crossed, in his training clothes, and with a small scowl on his face, he wasn’t sure how he was yet to be noticed.

But, he had only been standing there for ten minutes and he had already seen Joshua limping back and forth between sections of the clinic. From the emergency room to the regular consultation room, Joshua trudged forward. The dark bags under his eyes, his crumpled white dress shirt, the loose tie hanging from his neck, the stained lab coat that he was wearing— they screamed ‘walking mess’ to Seungcheol.

When Joshua brushed past Seungcheol for the fifth time that day, he suppressed a groan and started following him. A left, a right, another left, and Seungcheol was watching Joshua pile bed sheets into his arms.

“Enough. That isn’t even your job.”

At Seungcheol’s huff, Joshua jumped and dropped the sheets. “Crap.” He mumbled under his breath.

“Joshua.” Seungcheol tried again. Joshua ignored him.

His eyes narrowed farther than they were already when Joshua started to walk away. He followed him to the laundry shoot down the hall, “Doctor Hong.”

“What?” Joshua grunted. He couldn’t ignore him, Seungcheol only called him Doctor when he was livid.

“You’re taking a break.”

“Can’t, I’ve got to go check on some pa—”

“Now.” Seungcheol gave him no opportunity to run away. He grabbed Joshua by the elbow and pulled him out of the hallways and into the clinic’s cafeteria. He couldn’t have anyways, Seungcheol knew his friend was running on nothing but fumes.

When they pushed past the doors, Joshua blanched at the sight of their youngest friend Chan standing cross-armed against a table and in an empty cafeteria.

Chan looked at Joshua up and down, cringing at the stains on his clothes. “That is not okay.” He said. He turned around and produced a backpack. “You’re going to change.”

“I don’t need to go change,” Joshua grumbled and pivoted on his heels to leave.

“Not so fast.” Seungcheol glared at him. “You need to go change.”

“No, I don’t.” Joshua rolled his eyes. “Now if you excuse me, I need to go check on patients.”

Seungcheol grabbed Joshua by the arm as he attempted to brush past him. “No. You’re going to go change and you’re going to go do it now.”

“N—”

“No, don’t you dare ‘no’ me. Someone once told me doctors have a responsibility to clean, crisp, and professional.”

“And you’re anything but that right now.” Chan finished for Seungcheol.

Joshua had no energy to fight them. With heavy eyes, he tried to glare at them, but in the end, extended his hand out for Chan to give him clothes.

“You’re using that bathroom over there.” Chan pointed behind himself. Joshua couldn’t be trusted not to run away.

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Joshua played with the food on his plate. Every now and then his fork would scrape the bottom of the plate and let out a blood-curdling screech.

Seungcheol and Chan looked at Joshua’s face— a painting of dejectedness, first with pity and soon after with annoyance.

“Joshua, it’s been a week. You need to get some rest.”

Joshua paused and looked at Seungcheol blankly, “I’m fine.”

“Fine is the way you used to look before those bags under your eyes.” Chan took a sip from the smoothie he had ordered, “And just for the record, I don’t think anyone has tried getting your attention since then.”

Seungcheol exasperated sighed at Chan’s choice of words. Nonetheless, he nodded and continued with Joshua himself.

“You’re not fine. You’ve been working 24/7 since they’ve were brought here.” He gave Joshua a hard look that had him gulping and racing to look down at his uneaten food.

“I think it’s obvious to you that you care about them now. But, that does not excuse the way you’ve been acting.” Joshua nodded at his food.

“What? Do you think Y/N going to be impressed when they wake up? And you know it’s when because there’s no way in hell they aren’t going to.”

“They’ll probably take one look at you and decide they’ve made a mistake,” Chan said.

A pained look flashing in Joshua’s eyes had Seungcheol cutting in. “Not that they would actually do that. Y/N isn’t like that.” Seungcheol gave Chan a pointed look. “But they would definitely be extremely upset that you look like that because of them.”

Joshua sighed, Seungcheol speech was nowhere near an end. He’d seen Seungcheol gives speeches before, though not to him. At those times, he could only admire Seungcheol for acting so maturely and guiding their friends through their hardships. But now it was his turn and he knew Seungcheol could go on for what seemed like an eternity.

He was thankful, yes, it showed Seungcheol cared. But at the moment, he had no headspace for it. He stared at Seungcheol, blinking every now and then hoping that he would believe he was paying attention.

Really, after a couple of words, all he could hear was a high-pitched beep coming out at a constant rate from Seungcheol’s mouth.

He watched as his eyebrows scrunched up and he shook his head. His eyes narrowed and unnarrowed. The movements of his face were a dance all on their own.

Then he stopped and his face took a confused look. He would speak and pause, speak and pause, then shake his head at Joshua.

Beep. Beep. Pause. Beep. Beep. Pause.

Seungcheol reached over to grab Joshua’s shoulders and shook him.

Beep. Beep. Pause. Beep. Bee-J. Be-ua. B-shua. Joshua. Joshua. Joshua. Joshua.

“Joshua,” Seungcheol said sternly.

“What?” Joshua answered lifelessly.

“Your pager has been going off. Have you even been paying attention?” Seungcheol said, looking offended at the last bit.

“My pager?” Joshua muttered, slowly twisting to grab the pager he had clipped in his belt.

His eyes widened. It was the code he had given nurses to use when they needed to alert him about you.

The chair scraped against the floor as he stood up abruptly and ran out of the room.

His footsteps echoed through the hallways and against the walls. His elbows bumped and brushed against the walls at every turn. It wasn’t long until he was close enough to see your room door growing as he neared.

Nurses tried to get him to stop, but their pleas went unanswered. He ignored them and ran straight toward your room.

He stumbled over his feet as he pushed past the door and to your bed on the opposite side of the room, then froze.

You were awake and laughing at something your roommate was saying to you. It took you a moment to realize there was someone else in the room, staring at you specifically. More than that, it was Joshua, though that didn’t lift your hopes. He thought he was there as your doctor.

“Hey, stranger!” You smiled at him.

A weight lifted off of Joshua’s shoulders. You watched as his shoulder sagged and his rigid posture suddenly loosen.

When he smiled at you softly and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, you knew something was wrong. You started to study him and he noticed. Your eyes started trailing up from his legs and arms to his face. Dark circles under his eyes, pale face, and disheveled hair made your eyes narrow.

Joshua gulped. Chan’s words rang in his head.

Holding in a grunt you shifted over to the edge of the bed and patted the space next to you.

He smiled tiredly and approached slowly. “How are you?”

“I’m okay, I think.” You said and gave him a small smile.

Joshua studied your face, pale and with sunken eyes but you still seemed to be encapsulated by positive energy.

You, on the other hand, studied the way in which he moved so languidly. His eyes looking like they were fighting sleep though he didn’t seem to know.

Your fingers itched to caress his cheeks and lull him to sleep. But, you knew you couldn’t do that.

“How do you feel?” You asked him softly.

“A little tired but I’m okay.” He chuckled but avoided looking you in the eye.

Your eyes narrowed a sneaking suspicion settling in your chest.

“Joshua, did you use your power on me?” You asked sternly.

A red tint overtook his face and it suddenly hit you. “How could you do that?! That’s too dangerous! You should just use it for more important things! I don’t want you to strain yourself like this!” You huffed.

“But you are important!” Joshua answered back.

For a moment you reeled back, Joshua had never talked to you that way. It was new.

Joshua sighed, the silence growing between you two was tiring and something that he was not used to on your half.

“I realized…” he gulped, “a lot of things when you’re...not awake.”

“Wha—”

“I realized that I like it when you’re around. I realized that you cared about me. I realized that I care about you.” There was a beat of silence between the two of you again. Then he whispered, “But most importantly, I realized that I want you in my life.”

You questioned if you had ever known what it felt like to be alive before that moment. Your heart was pounding rapidly against and you felt heat come onto your cheeks. You dropped his gaze and looked at the bed sheets below you instead.

Joshua placed a hand on your cheek and caressed you for a moment. Then, ever so gently, he placed his hand on your chin and tilted your gaze back up to him.

“So please, stay a while.” He whispered so only you would here. After all, he meant for only you to hear it. He meant for only you and him to share that moment, together.

Your cheeks burned and your heart beat uncontrollably in your heart. A sheen of sweat covered your forehead as you tried to say something-- anything. But, you were only able to stutter out a few nonsensical sounds.

For a moment you questioned if Joshua had actually been able to take the toxins out of your body. There had to be a reason besides him that you were failing to say something and why your body was feeling so frazzled, dizzy, and hot.

“Joshua…” You were finally able to say.

“Can I...kiss you?” He asked softly, a light blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Please.” You answered him breathlessly, almost audibly.

A tingling sensation ran up your body as you closed your eyes and leaned in. Joshua, himself, also felt the air around him shift into something he could only describe as electric. The air around both of you rose in temperature as you both began to lean forward.

You could almost feel the sensation of his lips on yours, centimeters and milliseconds apart from connecting, when you both heard the curtain separating your half of the room open and close almost instantly. A quick and low, “Oh my god,” followed the noise.

Joshua and you spring apart, wide-eyed and stared at each other.

“Have fun playing doctor kids!” Seungcheol screamed from the other side of the curtain, his voice and rapid footsteps diminishing as he ran away.

“Seungcheol there are kids in here!” Seokmin’s affronted scream traveled into the room.

Joshua and you broke into quiet laughter at this. You collapsed onto the bed, finding it hard to keep sitting for longer. A second later, Joshua lied down beside you and brought the sheets over you both.

“There’s another doctor here today, I’m sure they won’t mind me being gone for a couple of hours.” He whispered conspiringly to you.

You hummed in response trying, and failing, to keep a smile at bay.

Joshua quickly leaned in to kiss you and when pulled apart, he pulled you into his arms and pecked your forehead. A goodnight kiss as not even a minute later, you both fell into a peaceful slumber.

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Rehabilitation: Chapter 4 An Ed Sheeran Fanfiction

Title: Rehab: Chapter 4

Author: @naughty-teddy-innit

Rating: PG- No smuts for a while, but intense content?

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CHAPTER 4

“You’re shitting me.” Her face was nothing short of incredulous as she stared me down over the messy, food strewn surface that was my kitchen counter. “How is that even possible??”

I popped a slice of freshly washed strawberry into my mouth and tossed the rest of the juicy slices I’d already cut up into the glass salad bowl in front of me, a yummy complement to the spinach greens and pecans I’d already added to it.

“I don’t know??” I took a sip of my Sauv and then replaced my goblet on the counter. “I guess I just don’t Social Media and/or Pop Culture much. I grew up with Credence and Springsteen and Janis and the masters. I just don’t pay much attention to the current pop stuff. Until I managed to bump into his manager, I had no idea who he even was.”

“Leesie.” She paused herself mid-sentence and fortified her apparent upcoming rant with a long sip from her own wineglass, and then fixed me with a stare. “He’s probably the most famous musician on the planet right now. He writes the most beautiful lyrics you can imagine, has a voice like melted butter….and did I mention he’s fucking gorgeous?!! And has the most delicious accent you can even fathom. And he’s supposed to be the sweetest guy EVER. How do you NOT tell me he’s lying in your hospital and that HE KNOWS WHO YOU ARE??”

“Lynds.” I swallowed the laugh that threatened to bubble out and fixed a smile on my best friend. Who was currently aiming a dagger-laden death stare right back at me. “I love you. Very much. But you know I can’t talk about patients and medical stuff at work. If I screw with confidentiality stuff, I could get FIRED. I like my job, remember??”

“I’m not talking about his medical records! Everyone knows he was in this awful crash and that they have him locked away where the press and all that can’t get to him. But like…. you’ve had conversations with him! I mean- he’s gonna be okay right?”

“Happenstance, honestly. I never went looking for him. And I wouldn’t say it was much of a conversation. Actually…” I grabbed the wooden salad tossers and the dressing and began to toss the salad. “A few days ago, one of the healthcare aides got caught trying to sneak pictures of him on her iPhone while she was supposed to be passing out meals. Security had to call the police because she flipped her shit when the nurse manager caught and confronted her. Hauled her out yelling and screaming. Thankfully Stuart figured it out before she managed to cause any real damage or freak him out, but it was awful. THOSE kinds of people are the ones looking for him. I’m just doing my job. I never wanna be like that.” I inwardly shuddered at the thought. So intrusive. I caught her eye and grinned. “I guess I can say he’s going to be okay. But I SWEAR. I really don’t know much else.”

I looked up and she was swiping and searching for something on her phone, her lip caught between her teeth. She suddenly grinned and slid her phone across the counter to me. I could see it was open to a video app, and I could see Ed’s name across the bottom.

“Watch that.”

I totally was not going to deny that I was curious. I shook my head, laughing, and plopped myself down on the stool at the end of the peninsula-style counter. “And what is it exactly I’m watching?”

“I’m starting you off easy. This was the biggest song off his last album. You’ll see.” She bit the end off of one of the strawberries that hadn’t made it into the bowl and continued. “That pretty boy is ALL about the love songs.”

I tapped the screen and grabbed the half empty bottle of wine, refilling my glass while the video loaded on the screen. I flipped her phone around, allowing the images to fill the whole screen, and raised an eyebrow at the figure of the dancer whirling across the screen. Whoever she was, she had a slammin’ body.

His voice WAS really pretty, she definitely hadn’t made that up. It wasn’t booming or theatrical, but softer. More melodic and sweet. And he certainly pulled off the vest and crisp white shirt with the rolled-up sleeves thing REAL well; I was also more than curious about all the colourful tattoos that adorned his arms. He definitely was not an ugly dude that was for sure. But. I was feeling like I was supposed to be blown away. Why did I feel like my next opinion was going to be a REAL Unpopular One?

“Well…” I took a deep breath and bit my lip at her eager expression. “I mean, he’s definitely not awful to look at. I’ll give you that. And his voice is pretty! But it’s…I mean, it’s kinda just a typical pop gushy love song, right? And the pretty pop star boy dancing with the pretty girl?? Come on…” I stifled a laugh at the way her mouth dropped open in what was obviously affront and offense. My girl, she was nothing if not dramatic.

“Annaliese. You are damaged, I swear. Where is your sense of romance??” She was gesturing wildly with her freshly filled wine glass, the cold white wine an inch from sloshing all over our salad, and it took everything I had to not crack up completely. I just shook my head.

“It’s there.” My voice was soft as I watched the video fade out on the screen. “Guess it just hasn’t come out in while.”

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The next afternoon found me back on familiar ground, ready to get my volunteer on. The schedule had me on the 4C IP unit, also known as the inpatient/recovery unit, and it was one of the sections of the hospital where I’d spent plenty of volunteer hours. I was feeling particularly cheerful and rested considering the copious amounts of wine that I’d accidentally (or not so accidentally) consumed the night before, and I swiped my way through the unit’s security doors with a smile on my face. I spent a good chunk of the afternoon with Callie, a nine-year-old girl recovering from a kidney transplant, knee-deep in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. She’d read the book multiple times and by the time we finished the movie, she’d fully educated me on dragons, wands and Hogwarts. She was a feisty, tiny little thing, and was as desperate to get home and get on with being a kid as any child I’d spent time with over the years, and I definitely finished up my time with her uplifted, and with a grin on my face. I promised French fries and a milkshake on my next visit, as long as the doctor signed off on them, and slipped out as her mom was coming back from her lunch.

I stepped up to the massive desk at the nurses’ station, intending to find out where they needed me next, when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“Really doesn’t make a damn bit of difference, mate. I really just want to sleep. Can I just get back to my room now, please?”

The soft accented voice caught my ear right away, I remembered it well. But unlike the last time….it was flat. Devoid of any warmth.

It was Ed.

I had no idea where it came from, or what I was even thinking, but I found myself turning towards him and before I could help myself, my mouth was open and words were coming out.

“Ed…Hey.” I tipped my head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay? Anything I can do?”

He was carefully positioned in a wheelchair, his casted leg propped up and his injured hand, implanted pins and cast still intact, resting on his leg. He had a nasal cannula still in place, but much of the swelling and bruising that had taken over his face had gone down. I could see he was still moving very stiffly, carefully, as he slowly turned his head toward my voice. The orderly who’d parked him at the nurses’ station shot me a quick, polite smile and turned to head off to his next task.

A brief, rather emotionless smile flickered across his face, and then he tipped his head back, resting it against the back of the chair.

‘S’kind of you, Annaliese.” He took a slow breath. “Tired of being poked and prodded and this test and that scan. Really jus’ want to get back to my room.”

“Well, I can certainly get you that far.” I raised an eyebrow at the nurse behind the desk. She nodded at me, and gestured to the door at the end of the hall. “I’ll send Malik to help actually get him situated in a minute, he’s just finishing up with inventory in the med lockup. Thank you, Leesie.” She raised an eyebrow at Ed, and then looked back at me before looking back at the sheaf of paperwork in front of her. “Perhaps you can work your magic and get this stubborn young man to eat.”

I just raised an eyebrow and nodded, deciding that for now my inside voice would probably be a better choice. Why in the world wasn’t he eating?

“Alright…Let’s get you back to your room.” I tried another gentle smile as I released the brake on his chair, but he just nodded, staring off down the hall. We found his room, and I got his chair situated by the bed while we waited for the nurse to come help him into it. I debated with myself for all of 3 seconds before lightly dropping myself into the chair beside him.

I took a deep breath and found myself cocking my head in an attempt to catch his eye. “Alright. So. What’s this business about you not eating?”

The only response I got was a huffed breath and tight-lipped expression. But I wasn’t giving up. Apparently, I was no longer nervous about overstepping? I tucked a stray lock of hair back behind my ear where it belonged, and leaned forward, intent on getting him to talk to me.

“I’m a lot of things, definitely not a doctor, but… Even I know food is kinda important when you’re trying to heal. Gotta fuel your body, right?”

“Why.” His voice was low and his eyes were closed. “Does everyone in this bloody place seem to be obsessed with feeding me? I’m not fuckin’ hungry.”

“Well….” I was bit taken aback, to be honest. Admittedly, my impression of him was limited to the night he’d woken up and remembered me from the ICU, but he’d seemed like a genuinely kind, nice guy. I could only imagine he must be struggling with all of this, so I figured the snippiness was only fair, and let it slide. I was trying to think of the right thing to say when he beat me to the punch.

“Nah. I’d like very much if everyone, EVERYONE, could please remove themselves from jumping up my arse, and just leave me alone. Stuart, my dad, Mum, Matt, everyone. Just….” He was silently shaking his head, and his uninjured hand was clenched in a fist. “It’s NOT going to be fine, and stuffing my bloody face isn’t….it doesn’t…Jesus.” His voice broke off and I took the opportunity to change tactics.

“Okay then.” He looked up at me, the straightforward tone in my voice probably taking him by surprise. I pushed on. “Fuck the food. Let’s just…leave that. The rest of it though? Ed… I’d imagine these people, who clearly care about you and love you so much, just want you get strong so you can get better and get the hell out of here. Right? You must want to get back to your life and never see this place again?”

The saddest smile I think I’ve ever seen ghosted across his face, and he looked down. “Mikey doesn’t get to go back, does he?”

Oh god…his driver. I’d left his room when I’d last seen him, before that conversation took place. I couldn’t imagine how that must have broken his heart. My heart ached at sadness in his eyes.

“Oh Ed…” It came out as a whisper. He looked up at me, the pain in his eyes raw. They were such a beautiful blue, but… there was no light in them. Like windows with the blinds pulled tightly shut. “I am so, so sorry. I can’t even ima-“

“No, no you can’t. No one can.” He cut me off, his accented voice once again flat. “They can’t imagine because it wasn’t their fuckin’ fault. It was mine. He can’t go back to his wife and his children and his grandchildren, because I’m a selfish prick. He’s dead because’a me. All there is, and I don’t really care about goin’ back anywhere but my bed. Please.”

My heart shattered right then and there. How could he possibly think such an awful accident could be his fault? Nobody, NOBODY should have that on their conscience. I didn't stop to think; I lifted myself up from my chair and knelt by his, and laid a hand on his good one. I squeezed gently and waited for him to look up at me before I spoke, and then speak I did.

“I was there, Ed. The night this all happened? I was working in the ER when everyone was brought in. I saw the paramedics bring in the truck driver. The guy that fell ASLEEP at the wheel, the one that hit you. I could hear him crying, wailing actually, that he didn't mean to. That he was exhausted and never meant to hurt anyone, that it was an accident. But regardless of all of that, he hit you. HE did this. Not you. You could not have known something like this would happen.” I took a breath and bit my lip, in an attempt to gather my thoughts, and pressed on. “Mikey shouldn't have died, Ed, but nothing you did made that happen. I promise you that.”

I could see the sheen of tears in his eyes, and I so badly wanted to make it better. But I didn't know how.

“... She's right, you know.”

The soft, gentle voice that came from behind my right shoulder startled the hell out of me and I quite nearly fell backwards. I pulled myself together and awkwardly stood to see who was agreeing with me, and Imogen, Ed's tiny, lovely mother was standing just inside the door, nothing but love on her face as she looked her boy in the eyes. I opened my mouth, the beginnings of an apology for… What I wasn't sure, on the tip of my tongue. She shook her head and gently patted my shoulder before I could get anything out, and then lightly settled herself into my now empty chair. How long had she been standing there? How long had she been listening?

“Do you know…? “ She paused and I suddenly realized, as she glanced in my direction, that she was addressing me. “When they came to talk to us, the police, about the accident, when they told us what happened. Do you know what my boy said when they told us about the man that fell asleep?”

I shook my head, watching as she smoothed an errant curl from his forehead and lightly brushed her fingertips along his stitched up hairline.

“He wasn't even angry. He can't have meant to, he said. Isn't it enough he has to live with what he did? What about his children?” She shook her head and Ed spoke up before she could say another word.

“They said he has 4 children at home. He'd been driving those massive lorries for years, to put them through school. Who can bloody blame him for being tired?” His voice was quiet, not really directed at either of us. “He never meant to smash us up. He's gotta live with the guilt. And so do I.”

“Ebs.” Ebs? Her voice was soft, but determined, and his eyes met hers in a heartbeat. The expression on his face…this boy loved his mama, that much was clear. “What Annaliese said is exactly right. You mustn’t take this on your shoulders. There's no guilt for you to live with. Michael… He’s driven you for YEARS. He knew the job, he knew you were a night owl; you always have been. He loved you like you were one of his own, and looked out for you the same way. He wouldn't have blamed you for this. Not for one moment.”

Ed was already shaking his head. “Nah. I made him drive, overnight, in the freezing rain. Gig wasn't even for three more days, and he'd been sick with a cold for a week. We weren't supposed to leave that night. I wanted to get there early so I could write with the lads. We were on the road because of me. Simple. My fault. I'm here, he's not. All there is.” His voice was sharp, dripping with…disgust? Anger? At himself, I didn’t know, but it was killing me. And I was not having it.

“And if you'd left the next morning, maybe a motorcycle would have cut you off or a tire might have blown.” It was my turn to shake my head. “Ed, I'm calling it. That's crap.”

Imogen raised an eyebrow in my direction, a slight smile dimpling her cheek, and nodded.

A different voice cut through the room before anyone could say a word, and I turned to see Malik, a big hulking quarterback of a man, and one of the best nurses on the unit, popping his head in the door.

“My man! I hear we need to get you back in your bed. You down?”

“Please.” He truly sounded exhausted and I knew it was time to let him rest.

“Leesie - they bringin’ up the supper trays if you wanna give em’ a hand?” He shot me a grin and moved to the side of the bed to get it adjusted for Ed's casts and oxygen and monitors.”Gonna get this boy up in his bed and check his oxygen and pressure and all that nonsense.”

“Think I can handle that.” I shot a raised eyebrow at Ed. “Don't even tell me gourmet Hospital Spaghetti doesn't sound delicious right now.”

He just shook his head and sighed. “Not In-N-Out, is it.”

Imogen unfolded herself from the chair, a tired smile on her face. “Do you work here, too, Annaliese?”

“Oh, no!” I quickly explained my volunteer hours versus working in the ER and ICU, and I let out a quiet laugh and smile, explaining that I hope they didn’t think I was intruding or...well. Stalking her son, for lack of better way of putting it.

“No, no, not at all. It…. “ She paused a moment, walking with me to the door while Malik assisted Ed back into his bed, and lowered her voice a notch. “It’s very reassuring and a good feeling to know my son is surrounded by people who care about him in this place. You've been very kind; John and Stuart have both said the same thing. And you're honest with him. You pull no punches. I like that.”

I could feel my cheeks pink up at her words, and she patted my arm as I smiled and huffed a small breath.

“Well thank you, Mrs. Sheeran. That means a lot. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go pass out some exquisitely prepared gourmet hospital food.” I rolled my eyes and she shook her head, and we both shared a laugh. “Hopefully Ed will actually eat some tonight.”

I turned to leave, but stopped short when Ed's soft accent caught me.

“Leesie? They call you that, right?” He was back in bed, his leg positioned back in traction, and his oxygen and monitors set around him, pillows piled up behind him.

I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face. And there was that pink in my cheeks again....

“Yeah. Yeah they do.” I crossed my arms, and smiled to myself. “My mom used to hate it. She always said she picked Annaliese because it was different and pretty, and then everyone started calling me Leesie for short. To this day, she's about the only one, who knows me anyway, that calls me by my full name. Well. Unless I'm in trouble, I guess.” I tucked a stray lock of hair behind my hair, silently chastising myself for being such a chatterbox.

“... I think Annaliese is lovely.”

His voice was soft, and was studiously looking down at his injured hand, still bandaged, implanted pins still in place.

“Oh, well… Thank you. You're sweet. I don't mind it much myself.” I smiled at him, thinking that this was the sweet boy I’d met the other night. I caught a glimpse of my watch and straightened up.

“Oh crap. I should go, dinner is starting. Be excited, Ed - Spaghetti is coming.” I may have rolled my eyes, hoping for a smile.

“...Will you be…. Here… again this week?”

I stopped short again at his quiet voice. If he wanted me to be…

I tipped my head to the side. “Wednesday for a few hours, I think…?” I said softly.

“Just wonderin’...” He lay his head back against the pillows, grimacing as something somewhere caught him. I hated seeing him in pain.

“Could always use a visitor…. If you're around, that is.”

I shook my head and flashed him a small smile. “Eat your spaghetti, bud.” I turned to leave. “And we’ll see.”

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