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kuroosdarling · 2 years ago

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𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝟏: 𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓’𝖘 𝕷𝖆𝖇

♡‧₊˚ starring: Dr. Akaashi

‎♡‧₊˚ cw: mdni!! unprotected sex, thigh riding, slight power play (akaashi acts as a mentor), manhandling, praise, double penetration

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a/n: please please let me know if i forgot any tags. super nervous for my first kinktober fic but here we go !! thank u nesi for reading through all this and hyping me up LMFAO. i hope you guys enjoy it hehe

Honestly, you barely even wanted to come to the Halloween fair this year. It would’ve been another cruddy festival filled with hollow spooks and lame costumes. But your friends had insisted, and you were a sucker for them so here you were. They had decided to race off to the sketchy looking ferris wheel while your fear of heights had you deterring from the attraction. Instead, you headed towards the haunted house.

Everyone had said it was the scariest yet, but since it was run by the volleyball team on campus, you weren’t convinced. It would be something to pass the time while your friends rode a few rides. Maybe you could get your thrills in a different way.

“Good luck. All you have to do is complete the experiment, outrun the killer, survive the werewolf, break out of the torture chamber and somehow escape the underworld.” The guy at the counter said, sliding the ticket towards you.

“Oh is that all?” You roll your eyes, picking it up. It should be a piece of cake.

“Oh and don’t die.” The blondie that sold your ticket gave you a wicked smirk, softly puffing his cigarette smoke in your face as he gestured towards the double doors that led to the house. The house itself looked like a basic haunted house with faint ‘scary’ music playing in the background. Flashes of light and distant screams filled your ears as you looked onward. A crow sat by the front of the door and squawked at you as you made your way down the path.

As you walked towards the door, you heard the distinct buzz of a walkie talkie, but paid no mind as he was probably just alerting the staff that a new victim was walking into the house of horrors. Little did you know…

Opening the door, it felt like you were the only one in this whole makeshift building. The first room was obviously a spoof of Frankenstein, completed with the lab and even a fake body on the table. There wasn’t anyone even around which checked out since this was just a small little fair. They probably didn’t put much effort into it.

Something pricked at the back of your neck, raising the tiny little hairs that laid there. You easily shake off the feeling, trying to cool the rising nerves that flooded your system. A couple steps further and you could make it to the other side of the door, going through the door to the next room.

A resounding boom and a flash of light caused you to jump in your place. A slightly crazed looking man with glasses and a lab coat flew by you, muttering something under his breath as he made his way to the table with the fake body. Only it wasn’t fake, the body rising slowly as it groaned loudly. The man in the lab coat laughed maniacally before turning towards you, chanting something about he was alive.

“Why hello there. You’re just in time. Would you be interested in being my little test subject?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. For some reason, you couldn’t move your feet. The initial fear had stuck you in place but it was slowly rolling off of you as you took in his attractive appearance. His deep blue eyes burned with a spark that had you transfixed on him. The man made his way closer to you. “What’s wrong? Can’t speak? Maybe I can run another experiment on you then.”

“What?” You breathe out, looking towards the man that was getting off the table and slowly shuffling his way towards the two of you; his white hair shimmering in the low lights. You had slightly recognized him from one of your classes. But the Doctor himself was unrecognizable.

“Oh, so you can speak. Excellent.” The man waved over the ‘monster’. “I’ve been working on experiments and I think it’s time to move on to the next stage. This is my life’s work. But I'm going to need him to have more human interactions. Would you be able to help?”

What kind of haunted house was this? You should’ve high-tailed it far away by now, but the skit had seemed so immersive that you couldn’t break away from the scene. The look the doctor was giving you seemed so sincere that you couldn’t help but fall into his trap.

“Sure. What do you need me to do, Doctor?” You asked, looking up at him. His eyes immediately darkened, absolutely pleased with your eagerness to

help.

“I’d like to release him into the wild to live among the people. But in order to do that, he needs to have social interaction beyond just me. I can only teach him so much, I believe a woman’s touch would be perfect for this next experiment.”

With the look that they were giving you, it was easy to tell where this was going. Biting back a smirk, you nod your head with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

“Let’s start somewhere simple. Would you be able to kiss him? Then we can see what progresses from there. This is for science, mind you, so just let whatever happen, happen. We need a full report on the expanses of pleasure.” He said, taking a slight step back as the ‘monster’ took another step forward towards you. His golden eyes sparked with delight and recognition as he took in your figure.

Not sure who was supposed to make the first move, you decide to step closer, gently holding his face and bringing him in for a kiss. Obviously, this monster had a little experience as he quickly slipped his tongue into your mouth, letting out a small groan as he felt your tongue glide against his.

His strong arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you closer. A sigh escaped your lips as you lost yourself in the kiss. For someone who just came to life, he sure seemed to know what he was doing. His kiss was overpowering, backing you up against the wall.

It was all escalating so quickly but all you could do was run with it. His touch against your skin was hot, deliciously igniting a flame in your core. What made it even better was the eyes that watched you from a distance, taking in every second that unfolded in front of him.

He hiked you up against the wall, pressing his knee up between your legs dangerously close to the spot you needed him most. A whine escaped you, flowing from the back of your throat right into his mouth. In return, you swallowed the deep groan he let out. Your hands run through his hair, pulling him even closer, but it wasn’t enough. Desperate for some more friction, you start to ride his meaty thigh, relishing in the pleasure it was bringing you.

“He’s going to need to learn more than just kissing, isn’t that right, Bokuto?” The doctor called out to the two of you. The ‘monster’ named Bokuto nodded his head against your lips before pulling back, searching your eyes for something. You look over at the doctor, who’s eagerly looking back. You nod at both of them.

“I’ll help you guys with whatever you need. He needs to know what pleasure is, correct? Or am I misinterpreting the experiment, Doctor.” You feign innocence. you weren’t sure how far they wanted to take things but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t game. The doctor took a step forward towards the two of you.

“Correct.” He said slowly. “You can call me Dr. Akaashi, by the way. I want you to teach him how you need to be prepped before participating in the art of pleasure.”

You nod at him and look back at Bokuto, who was still staring down at you. Suddenly, everyone was on the same page and tension flooded the room, wrapping itself around your throat. The only solace you could find was latching your lips against Bokuto’s. Pulling him in for another searing kiss, you take a hold of his hand and trail it up your thigh to where the hem of your skirt lies.

“You can go ahead and take these off.” You purr, bringing his hand up further up to where your soaked panties were. Bokuto’s breath hitched in your mouth, his fingers curling against the fabric before ripping them down. The sudden cold exposure had you shivering in his hold. “Good boy.”

Bokuto relished in your praise, immediately moving his fingers toward your glistening folds. You gasp out as he slowly slips a finger in. His finger was bigger than you expected, the stretch already feeling so good. Bokuto’s lips crash against yours again, swallowing up any moans you let out as his finger stretches you out. It was hard not to buck into his hand, so you let your instincts take over. In response, Bokuto slipped another finger in, seeing how riled up he could get you.

“It looks good so far, but I may have to demonstrate the next few steps as they get increasingly more complicated.” Akaashi said, his presence suddenly coming into view as he steps beside you and Bokuto. His hand circles around Bokuto’s wrist, pulling his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss, looking at Akaashi for your next direction. “Why don’t we try putting more than a finger in, hmm? Then we can have our dear Bokuto join us.”

“Yes please.”

Bokuto stepped back as Akaashi took a step closer to you; suddenly filling all your senses with so much as a dark gaze, the blue that used to take up his eyes had morphed into a color so deep you swore there wasn’t any blue left. There was a small moment of hesitation before Akaashi reached for your hand, placing it right on the bulge of his pants. You let a small gasp and you run your hand over it lightly, the coldness of his zipper almost stings your hand away but you move forward, slowly unzipping them as you hold eye contact. No one dared breath too deeply as you fish out his hard cock, standing tall and already oozing with pre.

He moves your hand gently before spitting in his hand to lube up his aching length, stroking it firmly before lining the tip up at your entrance. It already felt so hot against you — you couldn’t help but grind against it , letting out soft whimpers that filled the room. With a deep breath, he takes it and slowly pushes in, groaning as he slowly enters you. His head dips down so he could get a taste of your lips, the thing he had been craving since you had first walked into the haunted house. He couldn’t let Bokuto have all the fun, and your lips were just too soft to let up. The moment he bottoms out, the two of you groan into each other's mouths. The stretch felt so nice. His cock was lengthy and reached a part that was so deep in you that you didn’t know it could be touched. He hiked up your leg around his waist as he had you still pinned against the wall and started to move his hips slowly.

His hips slowly started moving forward, pushing into you at an increasing pace. Bokuto let out a soft sound at the sight, feeling somewhat left out. Your head turned, breaking away from Akaashi’s plush lips, much to his displeasure. Bokuto takes it as his chance to reclaim your lips. All of your senses felt fired up, you felt so full but it still felt like you were missing something.

“Bokuto, I hope you’re paying attention to how I’m doing this because – fuck – because you’re about to join us.” Akaashi breathed out, trying to hold back any moans that threatened to spill from his lips. He wanted to keep up the appearance of the calm and collected doctor but the way your cunt was gripping him had him struggling.

“There’s no room, though.” Bokuto pouted, breaking away from you. He and Akaashi shared a menacing look before Bokuto grabbed onto your hips as he slipped behind you, pulling you closer.Instead of being pinned against the wall you were now pinned against Bokuto's broad chest. Akaashi’s cock chased you, trying to keep its place inside of you as Bokuto manhandled you around, trying to fit into the intricate puzzle the three of you were creating. Bokuto’s cock pushed against your backside. “Think you have room for one more in that pretty pussy of yours?”

“Please-” You whimper out. There’s no way that Bokuto could fit his girthy cock in you, but you figured you let him try anyway. Akaashi kept thrusting into you, squelching sounds filling the room. Akaashi spit into his hand again, but this time he grabbed a hold of Bokuto’s cock, sliding his hand over it to get it nice and wet before he tried to stick it inside of you. Luckily, Bokuto was dripping with his own precum which only helped the situation.

Bokuto slides his cock against Akaashi’s and prodded at your entrance. Your body tensed as you felt him trying to make his way in. Bokuto cooed in your ear, rubbing all along your body in soothing motions. Akaashi whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he stilled his hips, waiting for Bokuto to hurry up and for you to give him the okay to move.

Inch by thick inch, Bokuto made his way inside of you. Akaashi kissed all along your neck, trying to soothe any discomfort that the stretch had brought on. Their cocks rubbed together inside of you, deliciously splitting you open. You already felt so full even though he hadn’t bottomed out yet. The stretch of both cocks had you seeing stars, clenching around their cocks as you came around them.

“Shit.” Akaashi murmured, “That was so hot. Good girl, good fucking girl.” As you came undone, it only made it easier for Bokuto to bottom out. Now, both cocks were fully seated inside of you. “Ready for us?”

“Yes.” your head lolls back onto Bokuto’s shoulder. Your eyes trail up to Bokutos golden ones, locking into place. “Please fuck me.”

They didn’t wait for any further confirmation as they took alternating strokes into you. One would pull all the way out as the other pounded into you. It all happened so fast that it felt like they were continuously fucking themselves into you. Your hand clutched onto Akaashi’s firm bicep, holding on as the two chased their high. At some point, your feet weren't even touching the floor anymore; properly finding yourself sandwiched between the two men.

Even though you just came, you felt your next high building up incredibly fast. One of them must’ve noticed because you felt a hand slither down to your clit, rubbing slow circles along it. It was all too much so you weren’t even sure which one it could’ve been.

“Bokuto, remember that when you’re with a woman you have to focus on this spot here.” Akaashi spoke out, his finger increasing the speed, causing your back to arch against Bokuto. “Let me see your hand and we can do this together. I want to make sure you learn correctly.”

Bokuto didn’t say anything but you could tell by his grunt that he understood. Seconds later, you felt a thick finger and a lithe finger play with your clit as they had continuously pounded into you. It was all you needed to reach your high, letting out a long moan, you tighten against both cocks as you let your high run its course.

Instead of cumming inside of you, both men pulled out at the same time, causing your feet to finally land back on the ground. The sudden emptiness had you whining out but you quickly shut your mouth as you saw the scene in front of you unfold. Both men had pivoted towards each other, their tips almost lining up as they stroked their cocks at a furious pace. Almost at the same time, they came onto each other, a beautiful sympathy of groans filling the room as they reached their peak together. There were a few moments of silence as they stared each other in the eyes before their gaze landed back onto you.

Akaashi gave you a kiss on the shoulder while Bokuto kissed you on the head. One of them gently massaged your thighs as the other murmured the sweetest praise in your ears.

“Thank you for showing Bokuto the pleasures of life.” Akaashi pulled back, giving you a subtle smirk. “Your effort in our scientific research doesn’t go unnoticed.”

“Exactly! Now you can continue on your journey and spread your legs.” Bokuto beamed at you. Akaashi hit him against the shoulder.

“He means your knowledge. You can spread your knowledge.” He shook his head with a soft smile on his face. “You gonna be okay for the next few rooms?”

You smirk at the two men as you adjust your skirt.

“Oh, I think I’ll be just fine.”

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blondie-talks · 9 months ago

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totally smitten for bangchan rn. who feels me?

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kiridarling · 4 years ago

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𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎.

thank you so much to @daisy-bakugo for letting me participate in her vice city collab! i had a blast writing this piece, and i’m terribly sorry this is so long that was a mistake (and congrats on 2k!!) also, the phattest of thank you’s to @eijishimas for brainstorming/beta-ing :) you saved me ☺🤲🏼

katsuki bakugou and eijirou kirishima | f!reader, time travel sex, guns, prostitute/stripper idrk!reader, tw!blood (non-descriptive), dacryphilia, squirting, spit roasting, d-penn, shower sex, multiple rounds. minors dni!

— 5k words (yikes)

"Say, Sweetheart. You wanna get outta here?"

Las Vegas, Nevada. April 15th, Year 3036.

"You ready?"

Mina shoots you a look through the golden-lit mirror, wiggling her eyebrows. You roll your eyes and finish dusting the powder off your cheeks before rising to your feet and tugging at the belt of your silk robe. "My answer's the same every night."

Vice City. A strip club and casino in Las Vegas, Nevada, where opposites collide—the poor and the rich, the beautiful and the ugly, the smart and the stupid. There's no judgment because here, they're all degenerates looking for a good time, and you're just a pretty face with a good body.

As your silk robe hits the floor, it's kicked to the side with a heel, and you saunter through the beaded entrance to your private room and into the vibrating club. Giving your bodyguard a solid pat on the shoulder as you watch the sea of bodies shake, you complete the ritual.

"No creeps?" You demand more than request. He nods curtly.

"No creeps."

You give him a cute little smile and let your hand linger for a little longer than necessary before stepping into the neon red chaos of the strip club. Because what do the rich and the poor have in common?

They're all addicts.

Surprisingly, humanity doesn’t kill the planet.

Mother Nature's still standing strong—though the sun is a bit swollen—and space exploration solved that overpopulation issue. Bill Gates taught us all how to avoid a climate disaster and Tesla put Ford out of business. Humanity is much bigger than earth now; we're no longer people of the planet, but an intergalactic species that still eat Costco pizza rolls for dinner but killed Cable along with cars with wheels. Costco still exists—Starbucks doesn't.

Still no aliens, though.

"See something you like, Cutie?"

In your defense, he's been standing over here with his friends for ages—almost like they're casing the damn place—but those ruby red eyes kept floating your way regardless, and you'd rather bag it with someone your age before you're requested by another seventy-year-old. The redhead blinks like he's shocked you came over here in the first place—like he didn't watch you sashay yourself to the other side of the club just for him. You suppose the name fits. Cutie.

He looks at you with a strangely giddy look on his face before he's licking his lips and swallowing, eyes flickering to the blondie to his right.

"I'll be back in like, twenty minutes, man."

The blond gives him an exasperated look and groans—his other two friends don't notice. "Eiji—"

"Twenty minutes!" The redhead yells over the music as you not-so-subtly pull him away. Your regular GILF looks your way, and you suppress the queasy feeling in knowing that at least you'll be able to fuck someone from your decade.

"You got a wallet, Cutie?" You purr as you two approach the back room. The redhead winks, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the fattest black leather wallet you've seen in a long time.

"Don't go anywhere without it," he says, but falters when your bodyguard holds his hand out with a request for fifty bucks. "I—whoa dude, why am I paying you?"

"Because that's how it goes. The young lady gets her share," your bodyguard clarifies. The redhead looks at you for what seems to be for confirmation. You nod.

"Alright," he resigns with a shrug, stuffing a fifty into your bodyguard's sweaty hand. The man grunts but clears some of the beads guarding the entrance to your private room anyways, giving you two enough space to go inside.

"No door? That seems a little...exposing," the redhead snorts to himself before he's holding his hand out, despite the fact that you’re already nestling comfortably in his lap. "Eijirou, by the way."

You take his hand apprehensively, and he snorts at your confused frown. Eijirou's big—painfully so, and you feel small sat upon his thick thighs because you are in comparison—and he has to curve his back a bit so you're at eye-level. "What? No one's introduced themselves to you before?"

You shake your head, "Usually they just throw me onto the bed and get right to it."

Eijirou rolls his eyes at that, and you don't realize he's guiding your hips into a smooth roll until the harsh fabric of his jeans brushes against you in the best way. He moves you in time with the music vibrating the walls, "I guess that makes me more of a gentleman, then."

His lips hover over yours and yet he never advances, doesn't move to kiss you on the lips, nothing—it nearly has you buzzing. So does the hand he pins you to his lap with. "Are you going to kiss me or what?"

"What's your name, Sweetheart," he asks lowly. You give it to him, and he grins.

"Y/N,” Eijirou tries on his lips before he confirms it with a nod. "A pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Aren't you the flatterer," you purr, coiling your arms around your neck. His hand finds your ass and you're almost positive he's going to close the gap between you two until he says:

"Who were you runnin' from, Y/N?”

Years in the business help build a mask and you wear yours well, with that cute little smile as you cock your head to the side and ask, "I'm afraid I'm not following."

"Oh, I think you are," he says, looking you dead in the eyes. The gravity in his face doesn't falter. "Who was it."

As he stares into your soul, your own eyes avert to the sheets. "What's it to you?"

"It's nothing to me, really," he shrugs off his jacket and places it on the bed next to him before returning to his initial position—or perhaps, closer. "But I happen to find you real cute, and cute things deserve to feel safe, no?"

"In case you haven't checked, this isn't a very safe place," you scoff, removing your arms from his neck to cross them over your chest. "And I don't appreciate idiots like you trying to save someone like me just 'cause you wanna get your dick wet more than once."

Eijirou raises an eyebrow but he never stalls, "Oh? This happens often then?"

"I—" you falter, "...No."

"C'mon, Sweetheart," Eijirou tugs you by the waist and you have to press your hands to his chest to keep him from falling forwards. "You don't wanna stay in this place, do you?"

"It's my job," you defend with a huff. The redhead shrugs.

"Sure, but don't you want a little adventure? A little excitement in your life?"

"Like there isn't enough excitement right here?" You snort. Eijirou teeters his head back and forth, though the daring look never fades.

"But something tells me you're bored," he says with a near sarcastic face, clicking his tongue. "Something tells me you find the idea of something new exciting."

You open your mouth to respond but he keeps you from doing so, finally pressing his lips to yours. You nearly squeal in surprise but somehow, you find yourself kissing back with a passion you've never kissed another client with before—and maybe, just maybe, the idea of something new doesn't sound too bad.

Eijirou pulls away with a cocky grin like he knew you'd like it. Like he knew that'd be the catalyst for your response to what he says next, and maybe, he's not as much of an idiot as you thought.

And maybe you’re more of an idiot than you thought.

"Say, Sweetheart. You wanna get outta here?"

"Yes," you breathe, like an idiot, because you were wholly and utterly unprepared for what happens next.

Eijirou gives you the cutest smile, before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a gun.

He sees your expression change and lifts both hands, pointing the black pistol towards the ceiling, "I—hey wait, you're gonna be fine, okay? I won't shoot you."

You cower and he pouts. Apparently, this wasn't the reaction he was expecting at all.

"I swear! I'm mentally stable, see?" He flips it sideways with a grin, "the safety's on."

You hate it that his comment makes you trust him. Slightly.

"C'mon," Eijirou smiles, reaching his gunless hand out for you to take. You do, albeit reluctantly. "I won't do anything too stupid. Just...shake things up a bit."

Shake things up a bit, Eijirou says, and yet the first thing he does is when you two exit the room is press the pistol to your bodyguard’s head.

"Eijirou," you hiss. Luckily no one in the club has noticed, yet, but you doubt their ignorance will last for long.

"I'm gonna need my fifty back, buddy," Eijirou pats the man on the back, and it's strange—you've always thought your bodyguard to be a big guy, but he looks rather petite next to the redhead. Your bodyguard reaches for his walkie-talkie, but Eijirou tuts, tapping his hand away with the tip of his gun.

"Hey dude, I'm not gonna shoot you. See? The safety's on," He repeats, flashing the barrel. Your bodyguard's eyes widen, and so do yours.

The safety isn't on.

"So, that fifty," Eijirou purrs, and your bodyguard stuffs the bill into his chest with a grumble. Eijirou hums, satisfied, and gives the crumpled bill to you without a second glance, too busy nodding to his friend on the other side of the strip club. A noirette from across the way nods back.

Pop-pop!

It's fucking chaos, as anyone would expect when blindly firing into a crowded club. Eijirou keeps a tight hold on your hand as he and his other three boys storm towards the pit bosses working the casinos with guns a-blazing, demanding they fill their pillowcases like a bunch of C-class thugs.

What the fuck did you get yourself into.

"This is not what I meant by excitement," you hiss through grit teeth as a terrified pit boss fills Eijirou's bag like he's a greedy kid with an attitude on Halloween, while your co-workers cower under the bar and pool tables. Eijirou sticks his tongue your way.

"This isn't the exciting part, Little Miss Excitement."

It's the steady sound of sirens that has your eyes widening, and the fact that you're positive they're getting louder. You catch sight of your bodyguard on his walkie-talkie, big body cowering behind the smallest trashcan, and turn back just in time to see Eijirou squint as he aims and shoots bullseye.

"That is."

The police have lost sight of two vehicles carrying the four armed men who robbed Vice City Casino and Club tonight at roughly 2:53 am. Witnesses say they came in a group of four but left with an exotic dancer named—

The moment the blondie from the club sees you walk through the door, he’s tossing the stack of bills in his hand with a sigh.

"Katsuki, Y/N. Y/N, Katsuki."

Katsuki looks nothing but happy, and refuses to acknowledge your presence as he crosses his arms.

"Ei. What the hell did we say about witnesses."

"Um," the redhead rubs his lips together before wearily looking at you, and you hike his jacket further up your shoulder. At least he was decent enough to give you that. She's an exception?"

"Not a fuckin' thing," the blond grunts, turning to you to flash a tight smile. "Goodbye."

"I—wait," Eijirou skates until he's stood over the ash-blond, with a hand on his shoulder and the other braced against the table. Speaking in a quieter voice, he says, "C'mon man. The poor thing was practically begging to get outta there."

The ash-blond does nothing but sigh before shoving a palm into a pile of money to push himself into the kitchen—and subsequently further away from you.

"She's gonna call the cops," Katsuki grunts wearily from the island, eyes narrowed. Eijirou follows.

"She's not gonna call the cops, dude," the redhead scoffs at the outlandish idea. "You heard the radio! At this point, she's as deep in it as we are."

As they continue to go back and forth over the island, you let your eyes wander. It’s a penthouse, and rather homely, with near egg yolk lighting, high walls, and big windows. You can't help but think about how you're in a strangely expensive part of the city before remembering this evening's events. No wonder they can afford such a nice place.

You find yourself smiling at a particular corner with a frustrating amount of photos stuffed on a little glass table, one that contains a selfie of the two housemates in high school uniforms. There's a ring sat in front of it, one that glints gold when you hold it up to your face, and if you squint you can see little flecks of green in the red of the ruby. It looks scarily close to an engagement ring.

"Hey, what's this?"

Both of their eyes rocket from the conversation to see you slip the delicate thing onto your ring finger.

"Don't touch it!" Eijirou tenses before realizing it's much too late for that. "Er—at least don't twist the top."

"The...top?" You ask, lifting your hand until it's at eye level.

"Yeah like, the jewel thingy," the redhead gestures to the ruby—and you can't stop thinking about how it's almost the same color as his hair. Waddling into the kitchen with your eye still trained on the thing, you ask:

"What is it?"

"A time-travel device," the ash-blond grunts. Eyes still full of suspicion, he watches you and the redhead interact over the island with arms crossed over his chest and reclining against the sink. You frown.

"Aren't those usually...bigger?" Because even though it's 3036, time-travel is still fairly new (space exploration took a long time, okay) and all the machines you've seen are at least the size of a shower. And yet, this one can sit on your pinky.

"Kats has been working on some stuff," Eijirou beams and it edges on proud; you notice the ash-blond near blushes with a huff as you hop to sit on the marble counter.

"'S nothin'."

You stare at the thing in faint amazement, and Katsuki kicks off the sink to near the island. Lifting an eyebrow, you say, "You know you could get rich off something like this? Instead of robbing strip clubs for a living.”

The ash-blond scoffs, and you wonder if someone else has told him that before. "If I gave that to the public, I have no fuckin' clue what they'd do with that shit."

And you shrug, supposing he's right—time-travel devices are hard to get your hands on, and that's for a reason. If everyone starts jumping around in the time-space continuum, fucking with shit, the world will promptly and utterly collapse. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

"It doesn't work with a big time range," Katsuki defends with a shrug, sliding his forearms on the counter. "The most it can do is a few hours"

"Not that it makes this any less cool," Eijirou says with a slight bounce. "I personally think it's really fun to play with."

Katsuki rolls his eyes. "That's 'cause you use it to fuck."

You nearly choke.

"I—what?"

"W-Well, okay," Eijirou chuckles sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "But also other stuff! Like when I'm really hungry, I might go to the future and take some of my fries. Future me's fries, that is."

"Or you'll try to take future-me’s goddamn burger," Katsuki growls. You flip the ring over like there's anything left to see.

"How often do you use it?"

"Nightly," Katsuki answers for him. Your eyebrows lift. Oh wow.

"It—it's not nightly," Eijirou defends weakly, huffing and puffing. "Weekly maybe, but—"

"Almost every night," Katsuki sums for him, giving you a little grin. You snort back before your eyes drop to the ring again.

"Uh oh," the redhead almost gasps, fingers thrumming on the island on either side of your being, "She's thinkin' about it."

"I'm not thinking about it," you huff, though your eyes never leave the ring. It's an...interesting prospect.

"Oh, you're totally thinking about it," Katsuki grunts, and you struggle to find where his enthusiasm came from. What happened to goodbye?

"C'mon," Eijirou tempts with a casual toss of the head. He touches your shoulder—Katsuki touches the other. "See what happens."

"What if—" you stare at the ring with pursed lips, fingers grabbing the ruby. "What if it's random? Or if we're not where we expect to be in a few hours or something."

Eijirou shrugs. "It's always a gamble, but that's where the fun is, no?"

You look down at the thing with a sigh. You suppose.

In one quick move, you twist the gem and screw your eyes shut. At first, you feel nothing, but then there's a sudden head rush, and you can easily see how someone can get addicted to this.

You hear a faint sound, one that could be excused as a rush of wind past your ears, before you feel your knees against a hard surface and your body in a different position.

"Oh, I like this much better."

You open to your eyes to a much different sight than you closed them to.

Katsuki and Eijirou look gargantuan when you’re on your knees, your back flush against the refrigerator and eyes watering due to the cock nestled halfway down your throat. You choke in surprise from the sensation, hands rushing to keep Katsuki from cutting your oxygen supply off for good as Eijirou stands impatient, cock hard in his hand and drooling for attention.

"F-Fuck," the ash-blond wheezes, seemingly just as taken aback from the position as you are. "Your mouth is fuckin' heaven."

"C'mon Sweetheart, don't ignore me now," EIjirou purrs, chuckling as the head of his cock hits your cheek with a wet slap. "At least give me a little something."

You grab his cock harder than you would've out of slight indignance, grinning around the other when it makes him hiss; Eijirou joins Katsuki in resting a hand on the fridge door for purchase.

You weren't the best at Vice City for nothing, after all.

"Shit, loosen that grip a little, will ya?" Eijirou wheezes—you don't listen, and his chest shudders when you seem to only move faster.

"'M too fuckin' close, where's that ring," Katsuki blabbers more than he grunts, and you lift your hand just in time for him to twist the jewel again, sending you three rocketing into the past.

You cough and splutter atop the kitchen island, chest heaving as you finally get the air Katsuki's cock allows. The head rush definitely doesn't help, and you find yourself getting dizzy enough to grab for someone's hand.

"Breathe, Princess," Katsuki says, and Eijirou lifts your hand to his chest so yours can rise and fall with his.

"So that's," you wheeze once you're able to get some semblance of a breath back. "That's time travel sex, huh?"

"Yeah," Eijirou says, a little breathless himself. "Addictive, right?"

"A little," you giggle, and find yourself looking for the ring again. Katsuki snorts.

"What, you wanna go back or somethin'?"

You flush red, eyes darting to the walls guilty, "A little bi—wah!"

There's a rush and the room morphs again. You would’ve fallen headfirst into a set of white sheets if it weren’t for the fact that you’re sat on Eijirou’s face.

"Hello beautiful~" the redhead singsongs from below, and you can't help but notice your bra is MIA as Katsuki takes a seat behind

you to run his hands up your sides to put the underside of your breasts.

"Pervert," you snort, though you figure you’re just as bad as he is with two of Eijirou's fingers deep in your pussy and Katsuki's hand on your clit. The redhead's leaving hickey after hickey on your inner thighs and you just try your damnest to not fall.

"Only for you," Eijirou winks cheekily, scissoring his fingers, and your hips stutter against his face when he slides his tongue in between.

"Fuckin' love the sounds you make," Katsuki grunts, before his other hand finds your neck and tightens. "And fuck you're so goddamn wet—you love this, don't you?"

You keen with a nod (and suppress the urge to say no shit, Sherlock), and Katsuki's pinching your clit between his two fingers, licking a fat stripe up your neck and chuckling when you shiver.

"What, your clients don't make you feel this good, Sweetheart?" Eijirou practically moans into your cunt, eyebrows folding when you thread your fingers through his hair and yank. "Bet that fifty was worth it, wasn't it?"

"Y-Yeah I—" you whimper, unable to get a sentence past your shuddering chest. "Guys, I'm gonna—"

The bedroom melts back into the kitchen, you're back in Eijirou’s jacket and not sat on his face. Your thighs and neck are hickey-less and yet, you're still so fucking horny.

"I hate you," you seethe, almost immediately, and Eijirou's grin is so wide it bends his eyes.

"Awe, you love me," he giggles and your frown only deepens as you reach for the ring—Katsuki snatches it out of arms way with a tut.

"Ah ah Princess, don't be greedy now," he purrs, but you couldn't give a shit about being greedy, and it shows in the way you quickly grab for it again. Katsuki passes the ring to Eijirou and it easily becomes a game of monkey in the middle.

"Give it—"

"I don't think so, Sweetheart," Eijirou says, pressing a big hand to your face to keep you from going any further. With a smirk, the redhead twists the ring, and suddenly you're full of him on the kitchen counter.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight," he curses behind grit teeth, sweat practically dripping off his shoulders in rivulets as he pushes your face into the kitchen island so hard it's numb. So are your knees. "You're so pretty like this—shit—"

You barely have the room to whimper, let alone answer, and you find Katsuki perched on the opposite counter, weeping cock in hand. The redhead chuckles as you struggle to take all of him, hips squirming as he aims for places you've never been able to hit on your own. "I'd stick your tongue back in your mouth if I were you, Sweetheart. The money’s a little dirty, don't you think?"

And that's when you realize your knees are elevated upon two stacks of green, possibly some of what Katsuki had been counting earlier, and a twenty swims in a pool of drool under your cheek.

"Oh, but I don't think you care," Eijirou grunts, shoving your face deeper into the marble countertop as his hips speed up. "Dirty fuckin' girl. Bet you'd do anything for a fifty."

"I wanna fuck her," Katsuki rushes as if his mouth moves before he can speak. Eijirou wheezes a laugh.

"What, I can't enjoy this?"

"No,” the ash-blond grunts.

"Hmm..." Eijirou debates, though his hips never stop as he gives Katsuki a look and goes, "How about no?"

Katsuki growls at that, and you find your fingers clumsily twisting the ruby on the ring that sits on Eijirou's finger, sending the three of you flinging further into the future.

"Fuck!"

"This isn't the future I was referring to, but I'm not complainin'," Katsuki grunts with a feral grin. You nearly slip due to all the water in the shower and you're positive that you see the sunrise through the window paint Eijirou's skin gold.

"I gotcha, Sweetheart," Eijirou soothes, rubbing a hand up and down your arms while your nails dig into his shoulders, the red lines jagged from how roughly Katsuki fucks you from behind. "Fuck—you're doing so good for us, taking him so well."

You whimper and Katsuki lands a heavy slap on your ass—heavy to the point where you nearly knocks both you and the redhead into the tile behind him. Eijirou's calloused hands find your clit fairly easily, and that's enough to almost send you over the edge, pussy fluttering around Katsuki's cock.

"She's gonna cum," Katsuki grunts. "Can fuckin' feel it."

"Uh oh," the redhead singsongs, turning to you with a grin. "Were you trying to be slick, Sweetheart?”

Though it's difficult, you lift your head, eyes swimming in unshed tears as you choke, "I—n-no, it's jus—"

You're in the bedroom again—this time your back comes in contact with a dresser, metal rattling from the weight Eijirou slams you into it with. The redhead supports you both with two feet planted into the floor and a hand around your waist, grunting into your ear with an exhaustion that implies you've got to be at this for hours.

"Ei-Eiji—"

"I know, Sweetheart," the redhead coos breathlessly, licking up the sweat that runs down your neck. "Just a few more times, okay? Hold on for just a little longer."

You sob, head thunking against the wall as you realize you have no idea where Katsuki is. Though it's only a fleeting thought because before you know it, Eijirou's dropping you to your feet, bending you in half, and railing you into the wall.

"Goddamn," he grunts, sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip, "this is—this is the best lay I've had in a fat second."

You pant a laugh, hands pressing into the wall to steady yourself, "Good—good to know the fifty bucks was worth it."

"Oh baby, it was more than worth it," Eijirou hikes your leg up as high as it'll go for a deeper angle and he gets it, his growl melting into a semi-chuckle as you squeal, thighs jumping.

"Fuck Ei!" You scream, and he's tugging your hair to straighten your back out.

"You like it rough, Sweetheart?" He pants into your ear, grabbing your neck for a better grip. You nod as much as you can.

"Y-Yeah—I—" Eijirou drops you until you're stood at a perfect 90-degree angle, "I need—need'ta cum, p-please—"

"Twist the ring, Sweetheart," He pants, resting his hand on the wall next to yours. It still glints gold on his fourth finger in the moonlight, "Get us there together, yeah?"

You don't have to be told twice.

"Mph!"

"Fuck!”

Your knees dig into a mattress again as Katsuki fills your mouth. With his cock down your throat and Eijirou's buried deep in your cunt, there isn't much you can do but take both of them at the same time—though you're positive that's what they intended.

"Shit, me too." Eijirou wheezes a chuckle as his hips piston into you, his sweaty chest sticking to your back while he reaches between your thighs to rub your clit. That’s enough to send you flailing over the edge, moan muffled by Katsuki’s slowly softening cock. Then, with a devilish grin (and before the redhead can cum) Katsuki reaches for the ring on Eijirou’s finger and twists it.

“You asshole,” Eijirou groans, and suddenly you three are back in the shower, with Katsuki’s hips battering into yours as the redhead supports your weight from below. Katsuki chuckles before his grip tightens and he’s filling you with another load.

“C’mon Princess,” Katsuki grunts, reaching for your clit. “Come for us again.”

You choke again before you’re digging your head into Eijirou’s muscled chest with a moan, shaking from the aftershocks Katsuki continues to fuck you through them.

Until the room morphs, and you’re face down on the kitchen counter.

“Fucking finally,” Eijirou wheezes with a bitter chuckle, casually flipping Katsuki the middle finger as he's sat on the opposing counter. “Fuck, you're shaking baby, you gonna cum with me? Yeah?“

Eijirou batters into your cervix and that's the catalyst for your third orgasm. You squeeze so tight you think you may have knocked the wind out of the redhead when his chest crashes into your back, and you open your eyes just in time to see the kitchen melt into the bedroom again—in a time you all have yet to visit.

Your legs are thrown over Katsuki’s shoulders as he pushes your back deeper into Eijirou’s chest, both of their cocks filling you so much and so well it brings tears to your eyes. As your thighs quiver with an impending orgasm, Katsuki’s the first to fall off the edge, eyebrows furrowing as his nails dig into the meat of your thighs.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, voice fucked hoarse and lips bit pink. Eijirou nibbles into your shoulder with a gasp as his sweaty hand finds your clit again, neither of their hips ever stopping.

“Cum for us one more time, Sweetheart,” he pants into your neck before adding another hickey to the collection. Your chest shudders.

“I—I can’t—“

“Oh yes you fuckin’ can,” Katsuki growls, and you squeal as he tweaks a nipple. “I know you got one more in there. Give it.”

Your legs kick against his chest with a curse as you orgasm for the final time—this one much wetter than the last.

“Holy shit,” Eijirou nearly laughs, looking at where the three of you are connected. “Did you just squirt?”

“I—“ your face blends red when you see the absolute and utter mess that sits in Katsuki’s lap, before looking away with a determination to never see it again. “...Maybe.”

“Clean up?” Eijirou asks, eyes flickering to the ash-blond. Katsuki shrugs.

“Nah.”

A rush of wind and you’re sat on the kitchen counter. Eijirou’s jacket protects you from getting goosebumps due to a drop in temperature and though you do shiver, you find your body much more unscathed than it was.

“Hi,” Eijirou chuckles a little breathlessly.

“Hi,” you giggle back, a little nervous but in the best way. “So um...we do all of that tonight?”

“I guess so,” the redhead says a bit cheekily, raising an eyebrow. And then, with a wink, “Probably more.”

You stare at the ring on his hand in awe. Whoa.

"I fuck—fine, we can keep her, Shitty Hair," Katsuki grumbles from his spot near the kitchen sink, and despite the sour look on his face, you can't find a hint of it in his voice. Figures.

"Told you he'd say yes," Eijirou beams with a thumbs up.

"Can we...go do that stuff now?" You ask, albeit a bit hesitantly because...well, usually people are asking to have sex with you. Is this how they feel?

"Of course we can, Sweetheart," the redhead beams, before taking the ring off to place it onto the counter. "It was all a part of the future, after all."

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Season of Med: Season 6: It’s Not Okay (A Halstead Brother + Halstead Sister Imagine)

A/N: Thank you for reading and don't forget to reblog and comment! I love hearing what you guys have to say and what your reactions to my imagines are!

Your age: 19

Jay's age: 33

Will's age: 35

Like any college student who was procrastinating studying for an exam and writing a paper, you decided to make a dessert. Because, hey, studying is a lot better when you have something sweet to eat, right?

So, you made strawberry-lime blondies. They were supposed to be strawberry-lemon, but you didn't have any lemon juice and you didn't want to go to the store, so you used what you had on hand. You used frozen strawberries (which you defrosted in the microwave), and mixed them into the batter, and then baked them, so they took a little longer than expected to bake.

The final product was something like the texture of a lemon bar instead of a cakey texture, but they tasted good, so that was all that mattered.

Then, like any procrastinating college student and good little sister, you went to the district and delivered some to Intelligence and then went to Med to deliver some to Will and the other doctors on nurses on shift today.

You got a rapid covid test and went through all the decontamination protocols and then were finally allowed to go inside. If people at the hospital didn't know you, there was no way you'd be allowed in because, hello, there's a pandemic going on!

Will had been adamant about you not coming to the hospital as much as you used to, but you figured he'd be fine with it this one time because you came bearing treats.

"Y/N?" Maggie asked when she saw you.

"Hey, Maggie," you said. "Yeah, it's me."

"Why are you here? Not that I'm not pleased to see you, but I thought Will banned you from here?" she asked.

"Technically, he didn't ban me. He just said not to come here as much as I used to. And, I haven't been here since I got that glass in my leg helping at Mama's Garcia's when we had that outbreak of necrotizing fasciitis."

"Yeah, it's like that quarantine predicted the future."

"You're telling me. Closing stuff down, quarantines, but hey, at least it's not as bad as it was earlier in the year."

"Yeah, at least there's a vaccine and rapid testing." She motioned to the glass container you were carrying. "What's that?"

"Well, I was procrastinating studying--"

"Y/N, you should just get it over with. You'll be less stressed then," Maggie laughed.

"I know, I know. But then you guys wouldn't get these awesome strawberry-lime bars I made. You want first pick?"

Maggie smiled. "Set them in the doctor's lounge and I'll be in, in a bit and pass on the message."

"Thanks, Maggie. Page Will to meet me in there?"

"Will do."

***

You were waiting in the doctor's lounge, just scrolling through your phone when you heard the walkie-talkie go off on the counter.

"This is Nurse April Sexton from the Covid ward," she started. "I need a Spanish translator down here."

"Copy that," you heard Maggie say. About a minute passed and then you heard Maggie again. "Nearest translator is thirty minutes away because all the others don't want to be in the Covid ward."

"You're serious?" you heard April ask, frustration oozing out of her voice. "This is ridiculous! It's their job! We're safe. Gown them up and get one in here."

Maggie sighed. "April, I understand your frustration, but most of our translators are volunteers, so we can't force them to put their health at risk if they don't think it's safe for them."

You got up and picked up the walkie-talkie just as Will walked in.

"Hey, Maggie said you made--"

"This is Y/N Halstead. I can translate. Just get me down there and I can do it," you said as you pushed down the button on the walkie-talkie.

"Y/N, what are you talking about?" Will asked.

But, you barely heard him; you were just focused on Maggie's and April's responses.

"April, sit tight," you heard Maggie say. "I'm gonna figure this out one way or another."

"Y/N!" Will practically yelled once you finally set the walkie-talkie back down. "What's going on?"

"Well, I came in to give you guys these strawberry-lime bars I made and I know you said I shouldn't come in here as much anymore, but I'm covid negative and so are all of you guys and I did all the protocol needed to come in--"

"I'm not worried about the dessert," Will said as he put a hand up to stop you from continuing to talk. "Translating?"

"April said they needed someone in the Covid ward and no one else will go in there. And I speak Spanish and I'm here so I figured--"

"You figured you'd go into an area of the hospital filled with a deadly virus with multiple variants? Not to mention, the vaccine might not be safe against every variant there is!"

Will threw his hands up in frustration just as Maggie entered. In her hands, she had a piece of paper.

"Y/N, if you want to become a volunteer translator, I just need you to quickly sign this, saying you're just doing it until the actual translator gets here since it was an emergency situation."

"What? I'm confused," you said.

"Are you fully bilingual?" she asked.

"I don't think I'll ever consider myself fully bilingual, so no."

"Okay, typically our volunteers have at least 40 hours of training. They used to be unpaid volunteer positions, but because of covid, we started making them paid positions. No certain amount you have to work, but if you were a volunteer for the hospital, you'd make at least $12 an hour. This paper just says that you're translating because of a staffing emergency and that you're unpaid and haven't had training, so you're not fully bilingual in medical terminology."

"So, will I get sued if something happens because I translate something wrong?"

"Nope. This covers both the hospital and you. I just need you to sign it."

"Maggie, there's no way I'm letting her into the Covid ward!" Will exclaimed.

"Will, she's an adult; she can make her own decisions. And, she'd only be there for about twenty minutes, max of half an hour, until our regular translator gets here. She'd be fully gowned up and everything."

Will sighed. "Fine. You page me and tell me what time she went in there and what time she gets out. If she's in there over thirty minutes, I'll gown up and drag her out myself."

You signed the paper and handed it back to Maggie. Then, you turned back to Will. "Not that I needed your permission, but thanks. Enjoy the strawberry-lime bars." You turned back to Maggie. "Can you show me where to go?"

"Follow me." And then the two of you exited the doctor's lounge and headed towards the Covid ward, leaving Will silently cursing the Halstead stubbornness.

***

You walked into the Covid ward fully gowned up to see April holding a phone on Facetime...and a girl who was probably in her early 20s on a ventilator.

You heard Spanish coming through the phone.

You froze. It was someone's mom on the phone. A mother looking at her daughter, not totally knowing what was going on because of a language barrier.

April motioned you over and you shook the shock and cobwebs from your brain.

"Hola, soy una intérprete. Me llamo Y/N. ¿Está la máma de...?" (Hello, I'm a translator. My name is Y/N. Are you the mom of...?) you trailed off, looking to April to know the patient's name.

"Patient's name is Yesenia. Her mom's name is Alejandra," April filled you in.

"Okay, Alejandra," you started, "su hija, Yesenia--" (Your daughter, Yesenia--)

"¡Mi cielito!" she yelled.

April looked at you. "My baby," you translated. "Can you tell me what's going on so I can translate and reassure her that her daughter will be okay? She's gonna be okay, right?"

April sighed. "She's on a ventilator because her lungs aren't working properly and she's having a lot of trouble breathing because she has covid-19."

"But, she's gonna be okay, right?" you asked. You did not want to have to tell this mother that her child could die.

"Y/N, a ventilator is usually the last option. I don't know. I'm hoping she'll pull through, but I don't know. She's strong. I pushed for her to get this vent so that she could have a chance. She has a chance."

"So, you want me to tell her mom that we don't know?"

She nodded. "Yes."

You took a deep breath, trying to hold back tears. Maybe this was another reason why Will didn't want you in here. He wasn't just worried about the virus, but he was also worried that you would see all the suffering that the virus caused, both physical and emotional/mental suffering.

You could do this; you were just translating. You'd process what you had seen once you got out of here and were alone.

"Yesenia está usando un ventilador para que pueda respirar porque sus pulmones no está trabajando correctamente por el Covid-19." (Yesenia is on a ventilator so that she can breathe because her lungs aren't working properly because of Covid-19.)

"¿Vaya a sobrevivir?" (Is she going to survive?) Alejandra cried.

"Ella es muy fuerte, pero no sabemos. Lo siento," (She's very strong, but we don't know. I'm sorry.) you answered.

You were cut off by Alejandra wailing. They were wails of fear and worry. They were wails of losing her child. No child should die before their parent(s), that much you did know.

"No tengo más información para usted en este momento," (I don't have more information for you at this moment) you answered. "Lo siento. Lo siento mucho." (I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.)

***

"Hey." You jumped when someone put a hand on your shoulder. You had found a secluded spot at an abandoned nurses station a floor below the Covid ward.

You quickly wiped away your tears and turned around to face Will.

All you did was grab onto his scrubs, not caring if he had just got out of meeting with a patient or not and hug him.

"Oh, okay," he said and wrapped his arms around you. "It's okay, it's okay."

You pulled away. "But it's not okay!" you yelled, and then quickly quieted just in case other people could somehow hear. There weren't many people down here except for the occasional maintenance worker, but just in case. "It's not okay, Will! I just translated for a mother and I had to tell her that her daughter was on a ventilator and we didn't know if she was going to make it. It's not okay. None of this shit is okay. None of it."

You hugged him again and continued to cry after you got all your words out.

"I know, I know it sucks," Will soothed while rubbing your back. "Trust me, I've been on the frontlines since all of this started. It's hell sometimes. But, you just gotta separate your work and personal life. You go home, and you forget about this."

"But, this isn't even my job! God, I should've listened to you and not even went in there. But I'm too damn stubborn to listen."

"Well, you got one thing right: you are stubborn. All three of us are."

"Yeah. Thanks, Mom and Dad," you said sarcastically.

Will sighed. He knew he had to ask you this question. "You said none of this is okay. What do you mean?"

"You're usually the fun brother," you grumbled and pulled away. "Jay's usually the shrink."

"I know. And you don't have to answer me. I was just wondering what you meant by it is all."

"I just mean if everyone would be smart and listen to science is all," you answered.

"Yeah, we all wish that, Short Stack. So, I guess now's not a good time to tell you that April said that you did amazing and that you should be an actual volunteer translator at Med, then?"

"What?" You furrowed your eyebrows. You weren't bilingual or fluent; you hadn't thought that your Spanish was that good.

"April said that you were really good and told me to talk to you about talking to Maggie to get more information about becoming an actual volunteer translator. If that's something you want to do, talk to her. You can always say that you don't want to work in the Covid ward and you could always work in mostly recovery rooms so that you're not surrounded by blood and all the craziness in the ED and ICU." But, what he meant by that was that you wouldn't see all the suffering and death that happened in the ED and ICU.

"Okay, I'll talk to her. And, I think I can be in the ED...but only days that you're on shift because then you can tell if I'm freaking out and yell at me to take a break and come back later."

Will scoffed. "Like you'll actually listen to me."

"Hey, you never know. Miracles happen."

***

A few weeks later, you were running around the ED at the end of shift after finally finishing up translating for a family with a little girl who had broken her arm. Will had already scrubbed out and was in his street clothes waiting for you to be finished. Typically you were done before him because, hello, emergency department. Doctors don't just leave when the shift ends; they leave when the patient is stable or out of surgery. So, you typically would just work on homework in the doctor's lounge while you waited for Will. But, today he finished before you for a change.

You started walking towards the doctor's lounge but then decided that you'd better go to the bathroom before you left. Will had waited half an hour, what was another few minutes anyway?

You went to the bathroom and then started on your way to the doctor's lounge. To do this, you had to pass the nurses' station. You knew from earlier that day that there was a package of Will's trial meds that needed to be returned (you had stopped to have a quick chat with Doris before taking your lunch break when Maggie and Will came up and began talking about the trial meds).

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Natalie standing at the counter, right in front of where the trial meds were. You kept walking but continued to glance at her every so often.

So, when she took the meds and placed them in her coat pocket, you saw.

Shit, you didn't know what to do. You obviously kept walking, but did you tell Will? Did you not tell Will? Would Natalie get fired if you told? Would she lose her medical license if you told?

So, when you walked into the doctor's lounge and told Will you were ready, you grabbed your backpack from his locker and the two of you left without you telling him anything.

You rode in the passenger seat of Will's car on the way to his house. How this worked was that every day you had to volunteer at the hospital when he was on shift (which, it had only happened once that you volunteered when he wasn't on shift since you could only work second shift due to your school schedule and having zoom classes in the mornings), you'd go to his apartment the night before. Then, you'd spend the night and do your classes at his apartment and then go to work. Typically, you'd also go stay at his apartment after you volunteered as well because sometimes, this work was emotionally draining having to explain things to families and you didn't usually like to drive in that state. Plus, this arrangement gave Jay and Hailey two full, uninterrupted nights to whatever they wanted with each other.

You kept replaying the scene in your head. Natalie picking up the pills, placing them in her pocket. Natalie picking up the pills, placing them in her pocket. Natalie picking up the pills, placing them in her pocket...

It was like it was on a never-ending loop.

You were leaning towards not telling Will, but you knew that if you told the truth, your conscience would be clear. What if Natalie's mom, Carol, had some weird allergic reaction to the medication and they couldn't figure out what caused it because this medication wasn't in her chart? What if it made her worse off than she was before? You knew Will's trial meds were working out well because of the snippets you heard when you were volunteering at the hospital, but what if Carol was an outlier and something seriously bad happened to her because of the medication and no one knew what she was taking except for Natalie?

But, what if Natalie lost her job? What if she lost her medical license? All her hard work through medical school and residency and her reputation as a doctor would be gone just because of one thing.

You weighed the pros and cons in your head.

And you decided.

A woman's life was more important than any job, license, or reputation.

"Will," you started nervously. "I need to tell you something."

"Okay, shoot," he said nonchalantly, not knowing the truth-bomb that was about to come his way.

"You know those trial meds you needed to send back?" you asked.

"Yeah, what about them?" Will had no idea why you were asking him about trial meds because you had no experience in the medical field whatsoever, but he figured he'd let you ask whatever drug question you had and answer it to the best of his ability.

"Well, when I was done for the day, I went to the bathroom, and then to get to the doctor's lounge, I had to walk by the nurses' station. And, when I was walking by it, I saw...uh, I saw..."

"Y/N," Will began gently, "what did you see?"

"I saw Natalie pocketing the trial meds!"

"Natalie Manning?" he asked, not believing that his ex-fiancee would do something like that. Sure, she and Will had both done some shady shit during their time at Med, but nothing like that.

"What other Natalie do I know there?"

"You're lying!" Will accused...which, was totally out of character for him. But, this is Natalie and despite not being together, he'd still do anything for her. "It had to have been someone else, someone who looked like Natalie."

"No, Will, it was her! I wouldn't lie about this!"

"God, are you still so pissed that we didn't get back together that you're going to jeopardize her entire career?"

"No! I saw--"

"Whatever you saw, Y/N, it wasn't Natalie. She wouldn't do this."

"Her mom's sick! People do crazy shit when people they love are suffering."

"Yeah? Well, not Natalie."

"Will, I'm telling the truth! I swear to God, hell, I swear on Mom's grave that I'm telling the truth!" you yelled.

"Don't lie on Mom's grave!" he yelled back.

He turned down a side street. This wasn't the normal way you took to get from the hospital to his apartment.

"Where are we going?" you asked.

"I'm bringing you back to Jay's. I can't believe you'd lie about something like this."

"I'm not--"

"Save it, Y/N."

***

You were drowning. Will was barely talking to you and you had to lie to Jay about why you weren't staying at Will's when you had to volunteer anymore. Your best friend, Emma, had decided that she didn't want to be friends with you anymore because she was "in a new season in her life". You hadn't even seen her since August when she went off to school in Michigan! Whatever the hell this "new season" was, she didn't mention it to you, nor did she even think you warranted a phone call to talk over this decision. All you got was a fucking text.

So, when Hailey walked into your apartment (without Jay because he was quickly grabbing takeout and had just told Hailey to go to his place and let herself in) and heard quiet sobs coming from your room, she got worried.

"Y/N?" she asked as she softly knocked on your door. "Is everything okay in there?"

You shook your head, no, but she couldn't see you. You didn't care; you just didn't answer her.

"Y/N, I need you to talk to me. Are you okay?"

"No! Just...just go away, okay? I don't wanna talk about it. Everyone leaves anyway, so just leave me alone, Hailey!"

You knew it was harsh, but you were angry. You weren't angry at Hailey, not one bit of this anger was directed towards her, but she was the first person you had talked to since Emma had sent you that text. So, she was the one who received the brunt of your anger.

So, Hailey did what she thought was best: she walked away. She'd talk to Jay when he got home, see if he could get through to you. You had been crying before she got to the apartment, so whatever it was, she didn't think you were mad at her...at least, she hoped you weren't mad at her.

***

Fifteen minutes later, Jay was back. He barely had enough time to set the bags of takeout on the counter before Hailey told him that she had heard you crying.

"Did she tell you anything?" he asked his girlfriend.

"No, she just told me to go away and that everyone leaves anyway, so to just leave her alone."

Jay ran a hand down his face. "Oh, man. It's gonna be a rough night."

"Why? Do you know what's going on?"

"No, I don't. But, I dunno, if she's sobbing and saying everyone leaves, something happened."

He started walking towards your room, Hailey in tow. When he got there, he put his ear to the door. He didn't hear full-on sobbing like Hailey had said she'd heard, but he did hear some whimpers and some sniffling.

He knocked.

"Short Stack?" he asked quietly. "Can me and Hailey come in? We're worried about you."

You stood up off your bed and wiped your tears. But, the minute you started to wipe them away, it's like you were hit with all of this all over again and more tears came.

You walked up to your bedroom door and opened it.

Without giving Jay any time to react, you hugged him and started to cry into his chest.

Once your sobs finally died down a few minutes later, you made your way over to your bed and put your head in your hands. Jay and Hailey followed. Jay sat next to you and Hailey sat to him.

Jay put on a hand on your back and rubbed up and down. "What's going on, Y/N?"

"Em- Emma and- and Will and school and- ugh! What's not going on?" you practically yelled the last part.

"Okay," Jay said, trying to quickly process everything you had just said. "You said Emma. Let's start there. What's going on with her?"

"She doesn't want to be friends anymore!"

"What?" both he and Hailey asked at the same time. They knew how close the two of you were and how, even though Emma went off to college, you still texted and hung out when she came back over Thanksgiving and Christmas break.

You opened your phone. "Read the texts. Listen to the audio message." You handed your phone to Jay and Hailey.

Jay and Hailey read the first text.

...don't believe I can be a good friend to you... can't be a good friend to you the way you deserve... I wish you the best in life...

Then, they read your responses.

What's going on? Did Tanner break up with you? I wanna help with whatever it is.

Next, was an audio message from Emma.

They listened to it.

Her boyfriend, Tanner, cheated on her a month and a half ago and she's still processing that...a lot's going on...she's entering a new season in her life...

There really was no concrete reason. And that's what pissed you the fuck off the most. You weren't the one who was with her boyfriend behind her back! Hell, you met him once and weren't even in the same state as him! Apparently, she decided that this new season in her life (whatever the fuck that was), did not include you and she didn't even have the human decency to explain why or how she came to this decision or try and work it with you...if you had even done something wrong in the first place.

"I'm sorry, kiddo," Jay said and pulled you into a hug.

You quickly wiped your runny nose and then pulled away. "You heard the message. She didn't even give me a concrete reason and that's what hurts the most!" you cried. "Did I do something wrong? Am I just such a fucking shitty person that everyone leaves me? Maybe I just shouldn't have friends because everyone leaves anyway."

Typically, Jay would've told you to watch the f-bombs you were dropping, but you were hurting, so he let it slide.

"What do you mean everyone leaves anyway?" he asked softly.

"Mom and Dad are dead! You left for a while. Emma left and she's been my best friend for years! No explanation at all! Erin left. Gabby left. Natalie's probably gonna leave. I'm just waiting for Hailey to leave at this point. Will hasn't talked to me in weeks!" All of this came rushing out without you even thinking about it.

"Hey," Hailey said softly. "I'm not leaving, Me and your brother, well, we're good together. And, I'm pretty sure we're always gonna be good. So, you don't have to worry about me leaving, okay?"

You nodded, not having the energy to talk anymore...especially after you just said everything that's been swirling around in your head for the past couple of hours.

"What's this about Will? He hasn't been talking to you?" Jay asked, his overly-protective-older-brother senses tingling. You nodded again. "Why?"

"It's nothing," you answered.

"It's something if it's making you so upset."

If this cop thing somehow didn't work out for Jay, he should be a therapist.

You sighed. You knew he wasn't going to let this go, so it was best to get it over with.

"One day, I finished translating and then I went to the bathroom. After, when I was walking to the doctor's lounge to meet Will..." You paused and took a deep breath. Once you said it, there was no turning back. "I saw Natalie steal a bottle of Will's trial meds. She put them in her pocket."

Jay and Hailey shared a look. They both knew this was illegal, but Hailey didn't want to make her boyfriend's brother hate her, so she gave Jay a look that told him to handle it.

"He thinks I'm lying," you said.

"I'm sure he doesn't think that," Jay assured you. "He's probably just shocked."

"No. He does. He said that."

Jay closed his eyes, willing himself not to pick up his phone and cuss out his older brother then and there. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath. "I know Will's working right now, but when he gets done later tonight, I'll call him and talk to him, okay?"

You nodded. "Okay."

"Now, tamales from Mama Garcia's are getting cold. We'll eat while watching a movie. Your pick, Y/N."

***

"We'll just get some preliminary tests going, give Dr. Young a head start," Will said when he started to treat Carol, Natalie's mother. "Remind me what medications she's on?" he asked Natalie.

"What?" Natalie asked. She was hoping and praying Will wouldn't find out that she stole the trial meds. That would screw up her whole career and jeopardize Will's entire drug trial with Kender.

"I assume she's on a beta-blocker?" Will asked.

"Yes, uh..." Don't mention the trial meds. Don't mention the trial meds. "Metoprolol 25 milligrams twice daily, plus Lasix the same, and rosuvastatin, I believe 10 milligrams once a day," she answered. Calm, cool, and collected, like she had done this a hundred times.

"And don't forget the new pill you gave me," Carol butted in. "The one that's supposed to make my heart pump."

"New one?" Will asked.

"Yes, I put her on a fish oil supplement," Natalie answered. "That's all."

"No," Carol protested. "It's a little blue pill."

Will grit his teeth. His trial meds helped people's hearts pump. His trial meds were little blue pills.

"Natalie, can I speak to you for a moment?" he asked, trying his best to keep his voice calm. "In private."

"I don't think that's really necessary, Will."

"Oh, I believe it is."

"Honey," Carol began, "if Will needs to speak with you, go speak with him. I'll be fine on my own for a few minutes."

Natalie sighed. There's no way she was getting out of this one.

***

"You are dosing your mother with an untested clinical trial drug, Natalie, without supervision or monitoring," Will began, trying his best to keep his anger at bay. "We don't know how the drug interacts with an LVAD. It could kill her. You need to come clean right now."

"Please," Natalie pleaded. "I was desperate."

"Yeah, and I might have ruined a relationship because of you," he scoffed. "God, I can't believe I believed you were the better person over my own sister."

"What? Will, what are you talking about?"

"Y/N. She saw you take those trial drugs. She told me she did. But, I accused her of lying because I didn't think you would ever do something like this! Something that could put both our jobs, and this hospital's credibility at risk! And, I haven't talked to Y/N in weeks because of this." He paused. "Now, I need to go make a phone call."

Then, Will turned around and left, leaving Natalie to wonder whether he was calling you to make things right or Goodwin to get her fired.

***

You couldn't sleep. You wanted to sleep, God you really wanted to sleep, to escape today, to escape the hell that had been the past few weeks, but you just couldn't. Tears stung your eyes in the dark of your bedroom. But you didn't want to cry. Not again. You had done enough crying for one day.

So, you looked at the time on your phone and saw three missed calls from Will. You must've dozed off for at least half an hour when you thought you hadn't or else you would've answered the calls. Or maybe you wouldn't have because it was Will. Oh well. You didn't have the energy to talk to him right now, nor did you even want to.

So, you got up and went to the bathroom and then got a glass of water.

But, what you didn't expect to see when you were getting said glass of water was Hailey, sitting on the couch on her laptop.

"Hey," she said softly as you were drinking your water. You walked closer to the couch to be able to hear her and see what she was doing. It looked like she was reading a book online. "Can't sleep?" she asked.

"No," you replied just above a whisper. "And I wanna cry, but I don't. And I think I dozed off, but now I can't sleep and I just want to sleep to forget this entire day even happened," you explained.

"Well, my insomnia kicked in, so if you want some company, I'll be right here." She paused thoughtfully. "Actually, I'll be right back. I think I have something that might help."

She quietly walked out of the living room and then came back.

She handed you a book and a pack of markers.

"It's an adult coloring book," she answered. "Sometimes, when the job's a little too intense, I put on soothing music and do this. It helps me relax so that I can fall asleep sometimes."

"You think it'll help?" you asked skeptically. You didn't know how coloring was supposed to make you sleepy.

"It's worth a shot."

"Okay," you whispered defeatedly. It's not like anything else had helped. Maybe this would.

"Want some music?" she asked.

"I guess," you replied.

So, she put on a playlist of lo-fi beats.

And, you guessed she was somewhat right about the coloring and the music. It took four coloring pages, lots of songs, and two hours, but you finally felt tired enough to go back to bed.

And when you did, three minutes after getting comfortable in your bed with all your blankets covering you and relishing in that heavy, comfy feeling, you fell asleep. Finally.

***

You woke up at noon the next day, and couldn't care less that you missed your first online lecture. You assumed that Hailey and Jay were at work because you knew that if Jay were home, he probably would've woken you up and asked "Don't you have class?" even though you didn't think it mattered if he knew whether or not you had class since he'd be at work. And, it wasn't his education or his money. It was your education and your money.

So, when you walked into the kitchen, you were surprised to see both Hailey and Jay there. But, most of all, you were surprised to see Will there, too.

You just ignored Will completely.

"No wake-up call today?" you asked Jay. "I'm shocked."

"Nope. Hailey told me you had a long night."

"So did she." You turned to Hailey. "The coloring helped by the way. Thanks."

"You're welcome," she answered.

Jay knew this couldn't go on for much longer, so if neither you nor Will were going to be the ones to address it first, he would.

"So, me and Hailey will give you and Will some time to talk," he said.

You glared at both Will and Jay, but they didn't care. Jay and Hailey just made their way out of the kitchen and down the hall.

You raised your eyebrows at Will and then moved over to the coffee pot and poured yourself a cup. You weren't going to be the one to start this conversation. He was the one who was in the wrong after all.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he began. You just sipped your coffee and wondered if Jay had called him and put him up to this. "I found out at the end of my shift yesterday what Natalie did. I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up. So, I called Jay this morning. He told me what happened with Emma. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you and accused you of lying and I really shouldn't have ignored you for weeks. I'm really sorry, Short Stack. Can you forgive me?"

You debated on this for a moment. On one hand, you knew you'd do the same thing if someone accused someone you had been in love with of stealing. But, on the other hand, Will shouldn't have done that to you. He was the big brother; you were the little sister. It was your job to do stupid shit like ignoring him for weeks, not his job to do stupid shit like ignoring you for weeks. But, you figured you'd probably do what he did. So, you did what your mom had taught all three of you to do: forgive.

"I accept your apology. And I forgive you."

"Thank you. And, I promise I mean it--"

You cut him off. "On one condition." He shut his mouth and raised an eyebrow. "My stats test is all online and I don't have a lockdown browser. You be in the room and I ask you questions and you check over my test, then we have a deal."

"Y/N," he laughed. "That's cheating."

"Not when all college is online. Then it's called using your resources."

"Damn, Jay really did teach you how to blackmail someone."

"You get used to it when you're at the district and he yells in the interrogation room You either tell me what you know and help us or I ship you off to 26th and Cal right now? We clear? So, yeah, I guess he did teach me well. We have a deal?

"Fine," Will agreed. "When's the test?"

"A week from now."

"Okay. Now, I think you should go get ready, and then me and you can go get brunch."

"Can I get an omelet and a short stack of pancakes?"

"I take it you want iHOP?" Will laughed and you nodded. "You can get whatever you want."

And now Will knew that next time you told him something important about one of his coworkers or someone else, that you were telling the truth. He wouldn't make the mistake of thinking you were lying about something like that ever again.

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neptunes09 · 3 years ago

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Enemy -> Bucky Barnes

Pairing x villain! fem! Reader

A/n: I didn't know what to do. SO I made this and also ye

Warning: fighting, Cursing, blood core

Words: IDk

Summary: Destroying the city was your first thought before the winter soldier and his team came running destroying your fun but has tables turned when you came face to face with Bucky and this unknown feeling interupted.

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Blasting music as you and your gang, drove around the city wearing masks, You softly laughed holding your gun shooting people that stood in your way. The car stopped as you stepped out, taking out a Death machine. Shooting around for the fun as laughter came out of your mouth, the rest of the team grabbed their guns.

" You can land here. " I said into the walky-talky, A big ship of aliens landed in front of us, and the leader of the ship came out as you walked closer " Y/n" He said with open arms.

You grinned at him " Morning, sir. " You said as he held out his hand which you shook " It's nice to see you again, my sweet Y/n " he smiled " And it's nice to do business with you, now where is it. " You asked, The leader nodded as his minions came holding a case which opened.

Revealing stones " Stones? What are we gonna do with Rocks! " You shushed them " This. " You grabbed one of the stones and put it in your death machine before blasting it at one of your teammates, it let out a big ball of energy, blowing him away, or at least he was dead " Any further questions? " You asked, they all shook their head " Good, Now let's roll " You grinned widely.

It was your goal to destroy this city, together with their horrid people.

" Y/n. " You groaned in annoyance " WHAT! " You screamed " Hero's 4 o'clock " He pointed at the Avengers coming towards them, Your grin just got wider " This got a lot more interesting. Don't mind them. MOVE IT! " You screamed.

You fixed your mask before grabbing some guns and you're favorite the death machine " Stop this, at once! " You heard, You only rolled your eyes " What are you, my mother? " You answered them " No, but I command you to stop. " The blondie said " no " You giggled, Millions of Aliens came out of the ship " Fight them first and then me and my team " You said before jump high in the air.

Landing on the ship, Waving them goodbye as the door closed " Shit. " You heard them say " Who are they, Y/n, " The leader asked " No one. We must destroy the city first and then them.

What You didn't know is that a brown-headed avenger got on the ship, You felt a strong arm pushing you against the wall, You opened your eyes seeing this beautiful man.

you kicked him in you know as he groaned loudly " Take him " You ordered.

Bucky woke up in a room " Well, finally awake? " You said coming forward from the dark " Who are you " " Your mother. " You said sarcastic " Y/n, And you must be Bucky? Barnes."

" How do you know my name? " He asked frowning slightly " Oh, please. Who doesn't "

" pathetic " You heard him mumble " Me? " You asked " Yeah, Most coward villain, I've ever fought. Won't even show your face. " You chuckled at him "You're funny, you wouldn't resist my beauty " He scoffed " It's true " " Prove it."

You sighed removing your mask, His eyes widened slightly, You stepped forward-leaning forward before pushing him "You the one who's pathetic. Your one held captive not me." You smiled

" Figure out how you'll handle this situation. "You grinned walking out of the room " HEY! You can't leave me here!" He screamed.

Making your way to the camera room " He got out, Y/n " You grinned at him " good. Get ready for opening the gate " You smiled.

You watched as the gate opened before hearing someone running after you, You looked behind you to see Bucky grabbing your hand where you let the knife you were holding fall " Not wearing your mask huh. " He smirked " Like it? " You grinned.

You said before Tackled him making him fall " woops. " You smiled.

But he grabbed your hair as you fell " Woops " he mocked, You growled standing up and try to shoot his arm but missed.

You try hitting him "You very brave, Y/n " You blushed but try to hide it " Why are You a villain? " " I'm not " You held his hand, gripping tighter each time " The world made me like this and I'm here to destroy it. " you confessed " Burning it into ashes. " You continued as he groaned in pain " You're adorable when your in pain at least."

You lose your grip as you helped him get up, you held him by the neck and leaned forward, you frowned softly staring into his eyes then shifting to his lips then back at his eyes.

" Your cute, I like you but doesn't mean I'll change plans " You said before gave him a quick kiss on the lips pushing him off the ship as you whistle grabbing everyone's attention.

You order your team to come back to the ship, You waved goodbye at them " See you next year, Bucky " You grinned waving at him as the gate closed and the ship moved back to space.

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky barns imagine #fanfic #winter soldier #fanfic problems #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky #enemy idea #hero x villain #villain

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psychdelia · 4 years ago

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okokok i’m personally a long haired billy stan and i would have loved to see him grow his hair out super long and curly but,,, post s3 billy with short hair. the sides are cut but on top he has a mess of unruly chopped blonde curls that are short but growing out.

when he first leaves the hospital he wears jackets and hoodies with the hood up. if he doesn’t have a hood, he wears beanies and keeps them covering his ears. whenever people ask why, he just says he’s cold. which. isn’t a lie, but more a variation of the truth. he does run cold these days, much prefers sweatshirts to half unbuttoned tops (but he does miss those during the summer.)

he’ll never admit to being insecure about his ears. he feels they’re a little big. maybe stand out too much. the worst is when they turn red when he’s blushing or cold and they draw more attention to themselves. he’s always hated them, since his mom left up until now. she would always tuck his hair behind his ears, tell him that he’s perfect with a kiss to the forehead. he hasn’t had anyone to do that for him in years.

when he woke up in the hospital to short hair, he cried. pressed his hands over his ears, hiding them and blocking out all the beeping machines and white noise around him, breath ragged as he silently sobbed into the pillow.

his hair had grown out a little by the time he was able to leave the hospital. the sides weren’t as bare and the top of his head consisted of blonde curls that weren’t long enough to style but too short to keep contained in hoods and beanies. a couple of curls usually spilled out onto his forehead. when he moved in with joyce, she took on the role of moving his hair out of his face with a gentle touch and warm smile. she’d ask, “you bringing the mullet back anytime soon, blondie?” and billy would chuckle. shrug as he responded with a “think i’m just gonna let it grow out.”

max and the other little shits liked to mess with him. they were afraid of him in the beginning, kept their distance and avoided him at all costs. he couldn’t blame them, though, as he had grown afraid of himself as well. it took lots of therapy and joyce holding him as he broke down countless times about the way his now trembling, scarred hands were used to kill against his will. however, once the party discovered he had gone soft due to a miscommunication about the walkie talkie channels and they all woke up at 2am to billy crying and quietly calling max’s name because he had a bad dream about all the shit he put her through before possession... well they just weren’t as afraid of him. they’d bug him as if he was their older brother. kept tugging at his hoodie strings, stealing chips out of his bowl, begged him to watch movies and play d&d with them. he refused to play d&d never lasted through a movie, always fell asleep halfway through to the sound of the tv and not-so-quiet whisper commentary, mostly coming from dustin.

on one cursed evening, everyone was there for movie night. piled on one couch and the floor were the party, robin, steve, and billy on the other couch, steve sitting between the two. nancy and jonathan managed to slip away but not before billy glared at jonathan since he couldn’t leave AND they were supposed to smoke tonight, earning an apologetic thin smile and shrug. as usual, he got halfway through whatever the shits were making him watch again before falling asleep. except this time his head landed on steve’s shoulder, curls spilling out of his hood and brushing his forehead and steve’s neck. he woke up when the movie ended, groggy and tired with his face buried in the crook of steve’s neck. he groaned, annoyed at dustin, mike, and lucas all talking over each other at the same speed and volume, not processing the position he was in until steve chuckled and he felt the rumble against his lips. it sent billy flying back towards the couch edge, suddenly awake as he stared at steve with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“woah, hey,” steve looked at billy as if he were a wild animal, approaching him with gentleness and warmth. “mornin’ tiger. you fell asleep man, no biggie.”

billy swallowed the dry lump in his throat down, tense muscles finally going lax as he slumped against the couch. he glanced up only to find steve smiling and robin smirking knowingly, sipping on her coke as she stared at a frazzled billy.

the two got closer after that, steve and billy. steve always sat down closest to billy, sometimes making room for himself in a space much too small, gently shoving billy aside to plop down before pulling billy half onto his lap. one time in particular it was billy who had left his room to find no open seats available. steve just. stood up and grabbed billy’s hand, dragged him back to his original spot on the couch. billy figured steve was offering his spot up. was in the surprise of his life when steve plopped back down and grabbed billy’s hips, urging him down onto his lap. billy’s cheeks immediately reddened. sitting on steve’s lap, his back to steve’s chest, was already one thing. to be in a full room with everyone’s shocked eyes on them?

billy tried to escape. he really did. steve had other plans if the strong arm he wrapped around billys waist and the softly whispered “relax” was anything to go by. it took about ten minutes for billy to relax in steve’s arms and lean back against him. his cheeks remained red, alongside the tips of his ears hidden under a beanie. he hadn’t expected steve to grab onto his hips, gently squeeze his love handles and press his thumbs into them as he hooked his chin over billy’s shoulder. by the time he managed to sneak his hands under billys sweatshirt, skin-on-skin contact as he grabbed at his hips again, fingertips digging into the new softness, billy was a wreck. his face was on fire, his body betraying him with every hitched breath and lean back into steve’s embrace. he nearly lost his mind as steve pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, now shaved bare and exposed to the world, hidden from the room around them. billy scrambled to get up, rushing to the kitchen with a mumbled “thirsty,” eyes glued to the floor.

and of fucking course steve followed him into the kitchen. he shot him a weak glare when steve asked, “what’s wrong, baby? my lap not as comfortable as my shoulder?” while grabbing at billys hips again, urging him close. billy gave in, letting steve pull him close and rest a possessive hand on the small of his back, holding their bodies flush. “you’re an asshole.” billy huffed, shaking his head. a few stray curls fell into his face and steve’s other hand shot up, fingers twitching, hesitating before reaching over and pulling billys beanie off.

and like. billy wasn’t expecting that. he was maybe expecting a cheek cup or a finger tucking his hair back into place. but now he stood exposed, growing curls messy atop his head and the tips of his ears red, out for the world to see. he saw as steve’s eyes looked his face over, lingering on his flush and then his lips for a second too long before flicking over to his ears. he hummed softly.

“you’ve got cute ears,” steve murmured, leaning in and pressing a kiss below his lobe. “and a cute blush.” steve took his pierced lobe into his mouth, metal hoop cold against his tongue. “and an even nicer ass.” the hand on the small of billy’s back dipped lower, grabbing a handful of ass and squeezing.

billy smacked steve’s chest playfully, huffing out an “asshole” as steve cackled, pressing kisses up his neck before planting one on his lips.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #i just wanted to write about billy being insecure about his ears #and steve pulling down his hood or hat to see them #and it turned into this #i also love lap sitting and blushing billy tho so #my writing

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cherrydreamer · 4 years ago

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Cocktober 16: Possession AKA What’s Mine is Yours is Ours

Have some more mostly fluffy domestic boys making a house into a home. Some warnings for implied child abuse (Neil Hargrove is mentioned), swearing, bit of angst and implied homophobia (but it’s more surprise at the lack of it...) As always, lemme know if I miss anything! (Technically it’s Part 2 of this, but it should make sense without reading it. Just know that Steve’s possibly gay uncle left him a house, and Steve invited Billy to live with him and that’s where they’re heading!) ****** It’s easier than Steve expected to drag himself and Billy out of Hawkins, to escape the magnet of the small town, the pull that gets stronger with every year spent there, every opportunity missed or lost or ignored, until you turn around at forty with two kids, a beer gut and a wife you met in high school. And Steve’s gonna miss the kids, and Robin of course, and he gets a little teary when they throw him a goodbye party, but it’s not like he’s going too far away, and he knows that if he stays, they’re all gonna move on without him anyway. He’s gotta take this chance while he has it. Doesn’t know when he’s gonna get another.

And so he gets out. So does Billy. They escape.

When Steve pictured it, he imagined them both roaring out in the Camaro, holding hands across the seat and flipping the bird in unison at the ‘You Are Now Leaving Hawkins’ sign. Steve had even started making a mix-tape for the journey, a perfect blend of Queen, Metallica, Mötley Crüe and Blondie, just enough to lull Billy into a false sense of security before he’s hit with the finest of Steve’s pop tastes- a-Ha, Wham!, Billy fucking Joel.

In reality, they have to drive separately. They’re gonna want both of their cars there in Chicago anyway, and Steve’s BMW is absolutely crammed with boxes and suitcases so there’s no way around it. Steve thinks up all sorts of other plans, involving trailers and moving vans and him driving out early then getting a Greyhound back, and Billy gently, but firmly, shoots each one down. Puts his foot down entirely when Steve suggests walkie-talkies because ‘we’re not in goddamn Convoy, Harrington’. Tells him that they’re about to be living together, they can last a five hour journey without each other.

So they meet early on moving day, Billy roaring his way to Loch Nora so they can at least see each other before they set off, Billy bringing Steve in for a kiss and then they’re off. They stay together to start with, and they do both stick up a middle finger at the sign, but then Billy’s shooting off in front and Steve’s lagging behind, losing sight of him by the first set of traffic lights.

But at least Steve gets to listen to Uptown Girl without Billy’s usual scorn, and gets to think about his own ‘backstreet guy’ the whole time. Gets to sing all the ‘oh whoa whoas’ without getting a jab to the ribs.

Steve pulls into a diner about half-way, does a quick scan of the parking lot and lets out a relieved sigh when he sees the Camaro there, parked as far from the building as it can. There’d been no real need for either of them to stop, it’s a short enough drive that Steve’s pretty sure they could’ve made it without the need to pee or eat, but he scheduled it in anyway, made Billy promise to check in with him- a failsafe. And when he parks up next to Billy, Steve’s so glad he did. Because he looks over to see Billy hunched over- his head in his hands, fingers tugging at his blond curls.

Steve’s out of the car like a shot, diving into the passenger side and gently untangling Billy’s fingers from his hair, pulling him close and stroking his own hands through those curls instead, soft and soothing.

Steve knows what it's about.

Knows that, had it just been Neil and Susan left in Hawkins, then Billy wouldn’t be like this. Knows that they’d have made this journey weeks ago, the moment that Steve extended the invitation. Billy jumping at his chance for freedom, for escape. But Billy has Max, and they have a new, fragile bond that he didn’t want to fracture by just upping and leaving. And Steve has always known that there’s been more than just his curfew keeping Billy going back to Cherry Lane, that there were days when it was a certainty that someone in that house was going to get bruises, and Billy wanted to make sure that it was him.

So Steve had given him all the time he needed to say goodbye, to feel OK about leaving Max behind. Had held him when he shook and shuddered and hated himself for planning on leaving her there, on walking out when she might need him. On doing exactly what his mom did to him. In the end, it’d been Max who’d convinced Billy to go. Had said she’d never forgive him if he didn’t, would never forgive herself if he stuck around and got hurt. Had promised to call him the moment, the second, that she even got a hint that Neil might do anything.

“Don’t you let him touch you, Max. He so much as breathes wrong near you, you get out of that house, you call me and I’ll come, OK? Middle of the fucking night Max, I’ll come. Swear it. You gotta swear it or I won’t leave.”

Steve had given her pretty much the same speech. Had told Hopper to keep an eye on her. Had told Joyce.

But Steve knows that Billy’s still feeling guilty. Knows that he won’t ever truly relax until either Max or Neil is out of that house.

So Steve just holds him. Lets him cry in the middle of a mostly empty parking lot, outside some run-down shitty diner halfway to their new life together. Splits an order of fries and a chocolate shake with him when the tears stop, and then they’re on the way again. Billy, once more, miles out in front before Steve’s even got his seatbelt on. Steve wonders if he’s racing towards what lies ahead in Chicago, or just racing away from what he’s been dealing with in Hawkins.

***

Steve arrives at the house to find Billy already there, leaning against the Camaro and tapping his foot impatiently.

"Finally,” he grumbles, “Been waiting ages. You drive like my grandma and she's dead."

Steve rolls his eyes as he gets out of the Beemer, stretching his arms and hearing a satisfying click in his back, "You know you have keys right? Don't tell me you've lost Sir Eggsby. Robin will honestly kill me if you have."

But Steve knows he hasn't, can see Billy fidgeting with the keys in his hands, his fingers flicking at the rubber chicken keychain. Knows that’s Billy’s stalling for a reason.

"It, uh, didn't feel right to go in without you," the words are mumbled, but Steve can feel the emotion behind them. He gets it. It feels like something they need to do together. He takes the keys from Billy’s then reaches back to hold his hand.

"Don't think I can quite carry you over the threshold baby, but hopefully this is close enough."

They walk through the front door together.

Steve can feel Billy take a deep breath beside him. He squeezes his hand, draws him in even closer.

“Hey honey, we’re home,” Steve can’t help it. Has been saying the line in his head for the last half hour of the drive. Billy knocks his head against Steve’s shoulder, “Fucking cheeseball,” he grins, but Steve can see the way his eyes are shining. They walk hand in hand through the house, Billy taking in the few framed photos still left on the walls, on the scattered books left on the shelves- tracing his fingers over the spines, and murmuring the titles, “ Giovanni’s Room, Maurice, City of Night… yeah Stevie, your uncle was…..” he turns to Steve, “I wish I’d known him.”

Steve smiles at him, squeezes his hand.

“He’d have loved you, Bill. Woulda probably tried to steal you away from me.”

Billy smirks, “Man of good taste, clearly.” Steve pulls him closer, draws him in for a kiss that soon becomes handsy and heated. Steve hates to stop it, but he knows that one of them has to, otherwise he knows exactly how the day is going to unfold,

“C’mon let’s get unpacked, before we get any more distracted.”

Billy lugs a few crates out of the Camaro, a duffle bag slung around his shoulders. He drops them all in the living room, then strides over to Steve's car and starts helping him unload.

Before too long, most of the downstairs rooms are filled and the car is empty.

Steve wipes the sweat from his brow, winks when he sees Billy watching the action hungrily.

"You need some help with the rest of yours?" he asks

"Nah, I'm all done," Billy shrugs

"But where's all your...stuff?” Steve looks at the small pile of Billy’s crates on the floor, filled with a collection of tapes and books, some toiletries. A floaty yellow scarf wrapped around a Beach Boys record. His eyes scan around, as if expecting more things to pop up out of nowhere.

"This is my stuff." Billy's eyes are hard and Steve can see the walls building, can see the way Billy is trying to shut the conversation down. But he can’t help himself, it doesn’t make sense . He knows that Billy has more than this, hell- his jacket collection would probably take up a duffle bag on its own. He tries again,

“But your weights? Your-”

"Neil didn't exactly throw me a going away party when I said I was leaving.” Billy is smiling but there’s no humour in his eyes, “No goodbye kisses and a casserole for the road. It was more a kind of ‘grab what I can and get outta there, don't let the door hit me in the ass on the way out’ send off."

And Steve's stomach sours at that, hadn’t realised it’d been that bad.

"Shit, well we can always...we can go back later? When he's at work? Or get Max to-"

Billy shakes his head, "You really think he's gonna hang on to any of my shit? It's trash day tomorrow Harrington, that stuff's gonna be long gone."

And Billy just seems so… resigned. So matter-of-fact about his possessions, his things, his memories, being tossed away like that. Steve reaches out an arm, and Billy leans into it.

“It’s fine Steve, I got the car, I got you. ‘S’all I need.”

And Steve just hopes he’ll be enough.

****

They get started on the bedroom- Billy commenting that it’ll be the room they spend most of their time in anyway, so best get it sorted first. It’s not a bad room, light and airy, pale blue walls with some nondescript landscape paintings. Billy’s in the middle of putting some fresh sheets onto the bed when Steve wrinkles his nose.

“We need a new bed,” he folds his arms, “It's gonna feel weird, sleeping in here.”

Billy smirks, “Oh yeah, I bet this mattress has seen a lot of action. I saw those photos downstairs, your uncle was hot.”

Steve is grimacing, “Ugh, why would you say that? Yeah, ugh, definitely a new bed. I don’t wanna be thinking about...about that.” He shivers in disgust, and Billy rolls his eyes.

“We can’t just get a new bed Steve.”

“Why not?” Steve asks, and Billy shakes his head,

“Because, well, because it’s not like a carton of milk. We can’t just stroll down to the shop and get one.”

“Why?” Steve asks again,

“You’re like a toddler,” Billy smooths down the duvet he’s just finished changing, and Steve launches himself onto it, pulling Billy down with him and wrinkling it back up instantly.

“No, listen, why? Because we’re adults and we have money. And we have a house. And there’s a furniture shop on that strip we passed, remember? And it’s open. And it sells beds. So we can just go get a bed. For our house. Today. ”

Billy is grinning now, pulling Steve close,

“Ok, pretty boy yeah you got me, technically we can buy a bed. But they’re not gonna deliver it today- so unless you fancy carrying it home for two miles, then we won’t get it today.”

Steve pouts a little at that, sulking, until Billy bashes him gently with a pillow.

“Hey!” Steve pushes back, “Maybe we could go look though?” he says, voice dropping low into that purr that he knows Billy can’t resist. “Test out a few mattresses. See if we can find one sturdy enough to cope with what I’m planning to do to you.”

Steve reaches out to run a hand along Billy’s chest, fully intending on not leaving the bed- let alone the house- at all for the next few hours, but Billy is already springing up, pulling Steve along with him,

“Alright then Steve, but I’m honestly not sure there’s such a thing. Hey, you think we could get a water bed?”

And Steve’s not entirely sure it’s such a good idea any more.

They get somewhat waylaid on the way to the furniture store. Billy insists on walking, argues that a mattress isn’t gonna fit in either of their cars anyway, so they may as well get a feel for the neighbourhood. And then he’s adamant that he knows a shortcut. Says he has a feeling . Steve tries to argue that Billy’s never been here before, and that it might be more sensible to stick to the road- the way they know, but Billy just scoffs and leads him in the opposite direction.

They don’t end up finding the store.

They do end up finding the park.

And some peacocks.

Billy jumps when he hears the first squawk, some weird hooting caw.

“What the fuck?” he yelps, spinning round to find the source of it and coming face to face with a large, shouty peacock.

Billy just stands with his mouth open for a few moments, before turning to Steve with a look of absolute wonder on his face,

“What kinda fancy ass neighbourhood is this? We're in the gay district now right? Cause this is the gayest fucking park.”

Steve just looks at him in confusion, and Billy gestures to the bird.

“Stevie, most parks have pigeons. Maybe doves if you’re in the rich bit. We have peacocks, that’s gotta mean we’re in the gay bit.”

“Are peacocks gay?” Steve is grinning, loving how passionate Billy is getting about his own dumb argument,

“Steve, honestly, they're the gayest animal, just look at 'em. The men all prettied up for each other.” He lets out a chuckle, “And they've got cock in their name.”

Steve can’t help but agree, risking a quick squeeze of Billy’s hand as they stand and watch the peacock scratching in the dirt, his feather splayed out behind him.

“Reminds me of you,” Steve mutters, “Showing off like that. Remember when you first came to Hawkins, that’s exactly what you were like.” Steve knocks his hips against Billy’s, “All strutting around getting everyone’s attention. Plus you were loud . My God, you never shut up!”

Billy nudges him back, an elbow to Steve’s ribs- a fleeting touch.

“It worked though didn’t it,” he smiles, “Got me the prettiest bird in the place.” They smile at each other, fingertips brushing, not even noticing as the peacock waddles away.

It becomes their tradition, every night after dinner, to go for a walk around the park.

Some nights they jog together, a few laps around the pond, with Billy always pushing for one more than Steve can comfortably manage.

One night they’re walking together, heads close as they chat quietly, when they see another couple coming towards them. Another two men. Hand in hand.

Billy stops talking, and Steve can tell he’s not sure whether to look away, whether to stare, whether to smile or wave at them or cry.

It’s the same way he gets when he sees the rainbow stickers in the shop windows, when he saw the bookshop with Windy City Times proudly on display.

The next night, Steve lets his hand bump against Billy’s. Feels his heart skip when Billy reaches out to entwine their fingers. To press their palms together. Undeniably.

They stay like that for the rest of the walk.

The next night, Billy grabs hold of Steve’s hand as soon as they’re though the park gates.

There's a bench they find on their fifth or sixth visit, it's not in an overly popular spot, it's under a tree so it’s usually covered in leaves in the autumn or splattered with bird shit the rest of the time. Plus it’s set too far away from the path to be convenient- but Billy likes it best because the grouchy peacock tends to sit near it. He likes to bring along a crust or two of bread and sit on the bench, trying in vain to lure the bird nearer. He’s got some crazy idea that he might be able to tame it, might be able to get it eating out of his hand if he waits long enough.

Steve thinks that, if anyone’s gonna manage it, it’ll be Billy.

One night, Steve brings along a penknife, keeps it hidden in his pocket and while Billy is going for his extra lap around the pond, Steve quickly carves B&S into the wood, outlines it with a messy heart.

Billy kisses him as soon as he notices it. He doesn’t even look around first.

A few weeks later they finally get their new bed delivered.

They’d spent ages choosing it together. Billy hadn’t said much at first, had stood back and watched Steve bobbing through the store, eagerly dashing between the beds- throwing himself down onto mattresses and then shaking his head or giving an enthusiastic thumbs up.

By the ninth bed, and Billy’s ninth shrug, Steve had gone to him, head down and voice quiet. Had asked if he was OK. And Billy had been just as quiet as he mumbled that he didn’t see why it mattered what he liked. It was Steve’s house, he should choose.

And Steve had felt like an absolute idiot.

Because he hadn’t explained. Had totally forgotten in the rush of everything.

“Bill, you know that’s not true right. You know it’s our house?”

He’d seen Billy start to protest, knew exactly what he was gonna say and headed it off at the first pass. “No, it is legally our house. I, uh, I put your name on the….whatever it was I signed. I just….just in case. I think maybe you probably shoulda signed something too, but they kinda rushed it all through when they saw it was my uncle. Think they felt sorry for me. So, uh, yeah. It’s in your name too. It’s ours.”

Steve remembered the excitement he’d felt when he did it. The thrill when he saw the final documents all printed out. When he saw his name and Billy’s there together, all official- the two of them tied together.

And Billy had frozen. Has just gone utterly, entirely still. Steve had been terrified, wondered if he’d gone too far. Wondered if it was too much for Billy, too formal, too...real.

But then Billy had beamed, one of the biggest, brightest smiles that Steve had ever seen. And he’d grabbed Steve’s hand, just for a moment, just long enough to him to drag him over to the largest, plushiest bed in the place and fling them both onto it with a laugh.

And, finally, finally, the bed arrived. Unloaded by two delivery men who raised their eyebrows but didn’t say a word when Billy directed them into the master bedroom and Steve had been in there to tell them exactly where to put it.

Steve’s particularly pleased with the wrought iron headboard. Billy hadn’t been a fan initially, but he’s soon converted when he realises that all those ‘weird curly bits’ just meant that he now has a lot of ways to get creative with his silk ties and Steve’s wrists.

They give it a thorough test.

Their house is slowly starting to come together, starting to feel more like a home. Their home. The new bed helps, as does the second-hand set of weights in the corner of the spare bedroom. Steve had found them at a yard sale, had managed to load them all into his BMW and then utterly failed at lifting them back out when he got home. Billy had nearly broken a rib from laughing at his efforts, before getting himself nice and sweaty taking them all upstairs by himself. They’d given the bed another test after that.

But it’s the kitchen that Steve likes the most. He’d given Billy full reign over it, had handed over a credit card and told him to go mad in the department store in the city. He smiled to himself when Billy spent a good twenty minutes comparing pans, walking around tossing imaginary pancakes. Had pretty much bought everything that Billy looked at for longer than a few seconds, every utensil and piece of crockery and a whole new shelf of recipe books. And it was worth it, Steve thinks, worth every single penny, because Billy makes the best damn meals that he’s ever tasted. And whenever Billy’s cooking, when he’s bopping his head to the radio and chopping some vegetables and the sunlight’s catching in his curls and on his tanned shoulders, while Steve’s sitting at the table reading the paper, or just watching, just watching his gorgeous golden boyfriend so absolutely in his element, well that’s when Steve truly feels at home.

There’s only one thing in the kitchen that Steve had any say in whatsoever, and it just so happens to be Billy’s absolute favourite item in the place.

It’s a silly little gift, something that Steve couldn’t resist. Knew he had to do it as soon as he saw the kitschy pottery place in the neighbourhood. The one with the pretty hand-painted mugs in the window and the pottery classes for beginners.

Steve made it over a few weeks, with a lot of help from Gloria and Kath, the two women who own the place, and he casually handed it over to Billy one morning- already filled with coffee just the way he likes it.

Billy had raised an eyebrow at it as soon as Steve placed it down in front of him. Took a gulp of coffee and then took in the slightly lopsided mug it came in, painted with an equally lopsided design of a peacock- one eye larger than the other and a few dribbles where the paint had run slightly. But it’s the caption that made him laugh, made him spit the coffee out and laugh until tears were running down his face.

‘Behold my Magnificent Cock’.

And it’s not exactly neat- the handwriting is unmistakably Steve’s, and the letters of ‘magnificent’ are kinda smushed together at the end.

But like everything in their house it’s perfect.

Like everything, it's theirs.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #my writing #domestic #fluff #sweet

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ralfmaximus · 5 years ago

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Snow White and the 1026 Dwarfs

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Forgetful, Comfy, Romney, Campy, Northy, Giggidy, Dipsy, Beefy, Poledancey, Apocalypse, Woozy, Evil, Talky, Vapid, Freaky, Whackey, Inserto, Bleaty, Chufty, Scuzzy, Crispy, Tepid, Snazzy, Sqealy, Grotty, Jimmy, Nanny, Godlike, Furious, Booty, Wolfy, Cumpy, Toily, Crumbly, Biggo, Boggly, Ironic, Belchy, Flaily, Killy, Puggy, Wendy, Gloomy, Verbosity, Listless, Twisty, Waffles, Archy, Wheatley, Iconic, Klassy, Pauley, Bruiser, Prefunctory, Ruffy, Poopy, Zuckerman, Snappy, Oily, Shakes, Yiles, Priggy, Airy, Godly, Hotty, Lassy, Fudgy, Wooky, Bursty, Leggy, Soggy, Soulful, Walky, Unkillable, Bindlestiff, Pathy, Soothy, Lolzy, Spiffy, Trekky, Toothsome, Goldy, Daffy, Yucky, Pappy, Snowy, Dancy, Sappy, Lana, Cursey, Drippy, Cackles, Fuzzy, Malignant, Ghosty, Quality, Hurty, Schulty, Fizzy, Toughy, Tweaky, Starry, Jigsaw, Piney, Magnanimous, Softy, Denty, Damned, Intolerable, Dodgey, Spazzy, Ropey, Socky, Moomoo, Sammy, Dampy, Cracky, Zippy, Whorey, Likey, Wooy, Spewy, Farty, Perthy, Kinky, Peely, Wetone, Squeaky, Frenzy, Noisy, Danny, Flippy, Fartsy, Gravy, Barfy, Loopy, Regular, Nedly, Quacky, Sloppy, Snooki, Crampy, Wetty, Appealy, Boofy, Snotty, Kwazy, Nutty, Regal, Zappy, Candy, Scary, Shakey, Yeasty, Trampy, Runty, Turgid, Icey, Dusty, Adolph, Pocky, Shitty, Nasty, Cranny, Mommy, Monkey, Prickley, Lumpy, Snippy, Quaffy, Wendigo, Opulent, Henny, Prancer, Pervo, Pippy, Rotund, Cavey, Dazzle, Clooney, Rumpy, Pudgy, Spunky, Ralfy, Questy, Dwarfy, Limpy, Rugby, Junky, Insideous, Assy, Hizzy, Hotsy, Honey, Punky, Blingy, Spinny, Nicky, Spindly, Lacey, Banshee, Feely, Baldy, Rabbity, Lunky, Swarley, Damply, Whiley, Splattery, Squirty, Alcoholic, Foggy, Denny, Berty, Zinny, Mammy, Delicious, Dropsey, Vixen, Beary, Beatlejuice, Knobby, Loudly, Meaty, Teethy, Drinky, Woz, Wanky, Scuffy, Swimmy, Gummy, Posse, Milly, Wallop, Pouty, Ruby, Chicken, Poofy, Funny, Smugly, Spinry, Grimey, Ripley, Savory, Schmuckey, Stainy, Quivery, Pooly, Droopy, Lappy, Herpy, Able, Goosey, Dapper, Beasty, Dazy, Giggy, Drowsy, Lowly, Coolie, Slutty, Burby, Nippy, Firey, Sniffy, Glassy, Factory, Cheney, Slidey, Chippy, Kludgy, Orly, Meany, Kreepy, Pooley, Ninja, Whizzy, Victim, Iffy, Saggy, Kenny, Floppy, Nabby, Sickley, Groggy, Liquidity, Hussy, Jinxy, Kewpie, Lampy, Saxy, Dexter, Doleful, Dandy, Peggy, Mooey, Slashy, Drunkey, Homo, Rolly, Hoggly, Healy, Salty, Gropey, Ghouley, Whirley, Faggy, Weedy, Teaser, Dasher, Ego, Artsy, Quippy, Insanity, Beastly, Chappy, Sparky, Zesty, Tasty, Bumpy, Tappy, Uggy, Herky, Greasy, Weakly, Grungy, Jeery, Menthol, Ouchy, Trollface, Morty, Pandy, Scooby, Miley, Racky, Upchuck, Stumpy, Spongy, Slurpy, Kiley, Tummy, Incindiary, Tokey, Flighty, Pussy, Porker, Pranky, Itchy, Spongey, Fuckey, Stuffy, Quiver, Dreary, Ravey, Dirtzy, Tanky, Crabby, Besty, Dregs, Killzy, Wackry, Daisy, Killer, Chevy, Tacky, Stimpy, Tiny, Buffy, Piggie, Crufty, Stabby, Oozey, Unlucky, Beatnik, Twitly, Kingly, Aery, Ogly, Gimpy, Shanky, Trippy, Fingery, Trumpy, Quackey, Cringey, Hokey, Emergency, Flowery, Tinky, Wifey, Crowley, Gassy, Gingery, Bobby, Tender, Penny, Nutso, Mighty, Crazy, Klinky, Blitzen, Clappy, Slitty, Leaky, Queasy, Wallaby, Buddy, Bootlicker, Peeky, Sadistic, Lovey, Glowy, Pickles, Gingerly, Misty, Lofty, Mickey, Wrappy, Ridiculous, Perky, Tangly, Sprockets, Lackey, Awful, Crassy, Runny, Nasal, Frigid, Doggy, Leafy, Planty, Stealthy, Soapy, Draggy, Queery, Texty, Undie, Davey, Fucky, Futurey, Lefty, Sickly, Diseased, Cranky, Nukey, Gangly, Totty, Dummy, Flakey, Lizzy, Tighty, Froggy, Gunny, Doily, Blotto, Seizey, Lazy, Venty, Blacky, Sandy, Immotral, Spangly, Clowny, Falsey, Loosey, Hanky, Wavy, Shifty, Annoying, Navy, Broody, Cunty, Impressy, Tuffy, Anonymous, Dickey, Pugly, Trolly, Kissy, Reflexy, Prawny, Obnoxious, Duffy, Kingy, Clicky, Nosey, Weepy, Phony, Frenny, Blinky, Neutral, Icony, Southy, Jetty, Teeny, Brutus, Wiffy, Smuggy, Busy, Plucky, Fisty, Spotty, Smokey, Chokey, Lippy, Tammy, Baggy, Powerless, Whitey, Typo, Mimsey, Tiki, Slurpee, Tearful, Flamey, Boozey, Moochy, Jewlery, Wobbly, Bossy, Randy, Curmudgeon, Grampy, Treacherous, Tonedeaf, Handsy, Speedy, Lulzy, Marty, Smacky, Rooky, Frightened, Piggly, Artful, Plowy, Bitchy, Barky, Preppy, Sunny, Rocky, Whappy, Hiney, Spanky, Whammy, Deafy, Mathy, Brainy, Fishy, Barfly, Swifty, Clueless, Dizzy, Lordy, Swindly, Pony, Snooty, Twix, Banksy, Wisty, Squirmy, Brewery, Scrappy, Slippy, Trollop, Ballsy, Willy, Rappy, Sneezy, Addy, Icy, Earny, Fidgety, Schooly, Klangy, Wistful, Metal, Lucky, Obsessive, Henzy, Huggy, Sassy, Agey, Pinky, Horny, Benny, Passy, Tingly, Rippy, Reagal, Freebie, Tossy, Slippery, Touchey, Kermy, Wiggly, Druggy, Hippy, Sweety, Dougie, Crappy, Peaty, Nazi, Faulty, Swirley, Crunchy, Bully, Flambe, Biddy, Hoppy, Bangy, Punny, Unsavory, Derpy, Jizzy, Ratty, Unlikable, Gently, Droppy, Ren, Smithy, Knotty, Deady, Chicky, Jerky, Flatulent, Billy, Pithy, Humphrey, Hansel, Poopie, Snuggly, Loki, Dopey, Yippy, Ridonkulous, Cody, Blatty, Renny, Parky, Prancy, Banananery, Yukky, Cheaty, Lossy, Scruffy, Silty, and Drifty." Snow White laughed and clapped her hands with delight. "My, there certainly are a lot of you! I'm ever so sorry for barging in here uninvited, but I don't really have a home any more... would you mind terribly if I stayed for awhile? I can cook and clean and--" Doc raised a hand, interrupting her gently. "We'd be honored if you stayed!" All 1026 dwarfs nodded in agreement, and were so thrilled they threw Snow White a party to celebrate their new friendship. The party lasted late into the evening, and everyone passed out with full tummies and a happy smile lighting their faces. The next day the dwarfs arose early and prepared for work. Snow White cooked them breakfast and when it was time to leave they all lined up at the door to bid her farewell for the day. Snow White expressed her gratitude by kissing each dwarf on the forehead: Smarmy, Ragey, Explainy, Glossy, Pookie, Pesty, Grippy, Inebriated, Teary, Swampy, Piggy, Catty, Hitler, Stroky, Zombie, Mooky, Tandy, Fakey, Twinky, Biggie, Munchy, Stingy, Intrepid, Gabby, Shitsnacks, Packy, Growly, Sleazy, Pervy, Ookey, Maggy, Slither, Effy, Jelly, Freezy, Snuggy, Dippy, Toothy, Banger, Loathsome, Smelly, Loofa, Eerie, Jenny, Zoidberg, Fatty, Porkey, Cutty, Brazen, Krabby, Outlandish, Irony, Queasey, Juicy, Ugly, Wonky, Appealing, Lectory, Terminator, Off-putting, Shorty, Irregular, Hissy, Silky, Hardy, Whacker, Ginny, Pammy, Lovely, Chasey, Numby, Abba, Unmentionable, Phreaky, Gawkey, Spooly, Dairy, Flamy, Pickley, Jammy, Croaky, Diehardy, Sordid, Boasty, Rumbly, Klepto, Siggy, Serendipity, Touchy, Thrifty, Cassy, Noxy, Woggly, Gaggy, Beauty, Bluto, Easty, Larky, Sleepy, Hottie, Cloggy, Muffy, Busty, Flouncy, Oly, Wordy, Floopy, Bently, Winky, Rampy, Twitty, Rutty, Witchy, Boxey, Sexy, Sicky, Blazey, Googly, Chemistry, Humpy, Bloggy, Palsey, Tranny, Nipply, Creepy, Jumpy, Weekly, Dready, Burny, Stjnky, Potty, Poofey, Affable, Sippy, Yeachy, Volatile, Jacky, Pokey, Tumbly, Stinky, Hippie, Restless, Frosty, Slicey, Grabby, Bashful, Milky, Lenny, Slick, Losty, Dramatic, Subliminal, Peeny, Inserty, Botfly, Whipser, Edgy, Strutty, Gamey, Goaty, Slammy, Hickey, Murdery, Lickey, Quiet, Bastard, Sprainy, Griefy, Freeky, Snicky, Snobby, Destructive, Pagey, Hefty, Freepy, Dreamy, Tinny, Jaunty, Larpy, Yelpy, Pumpy, Techey, Wackey, Krappy, Porky, Banny, Lawdy, Spikey, Noxious, Robby, Forky, Woeful, Cringley, Roasty, Grumpy, Queefy, Slabby, Qwerty, Oaky, Rusty, Donner, Bitey, Ernie, Bratty, Reddy, Alky, Pearly, Tooky, Clingy, Rapey, Contagious, Wheezy, Toasty, Nosy, Hungry, Cupid, Woofy, Wicked, Kitty, Slappy, Silly, Oogly, Quagmire, Chumpy, Spocky, Secretive, Yukku, Checky, Goofy, Porney, Seepy, Angry, Junkie, Dumpy, Cagey, Handy, Ghastly, Bunny, Narky, Crummy, Tipsey, Wizzy, Peachy, Splashy, Frighty, Towley, Rangey, Twitchy, Birdy, Blotty, Wheely, Tweety, Mealy, Tazey, Boozy, Mopey, Icky, Hacky, Mental, Pasty, Guffy, Yelly, Picky, Lucy, Bloody, Doomy, Balky, Sharky, Moby, Tastey, Clunky, Happy, Nancy, Fry, Puke, Zany, Sweaty, Pimply, Poppy, Testy, Classy, Scratchy, Righty, Smegma, Pissy, Schmutzy, Proxy, Preachy, Prey, Baddy, Westy, Clumsey, Jumbo, Pawy, Jaundiced, Masturbatey, Spasms, Wiley, Pukey, Havok, Puffy, Startled, Prissy, Snoopy, Ruffian, Iggy, Acid-Refluxy, Nifty, Dressy, Gomer, Flabby, Deadly, Smalls, Neurotic, Hideous, Shecky, Blondy, Skunky, Yummy, Victor, Jewy, Arny, Neuty, Biff, Toady, Humpty, Moogly, Grassy, Corny, Feisty, Angsty, Creamy, Techy, Lopsey, Queeny, Stretchy, Mo, Spanks, Regretful, Snarfly, Underpants, Ready, Lanky, Splenda, Naggy, Faily, Yakky, Sizzly, Jokey, Pacey, Spooey, Traumatic, Screamy, Tucker, Pimpy, Beady, Roughy, Snoozy, Roofy, Quimbly, Brewy, Gumby, Pointy, Hooky, Writey, Shimmy, Bulgy, Nootsy, Bingey, Mooby, Dunky, Sully, Neurtsy, Woey, Jiggy, Prietsly, Terry, Forgetful, Comfy, Romney, Campy, Northy, Giggidy, Dipsy, Beefy, Poledancey, Apocalypse, Woozy, Evil, Talky, Vapid, Freaky, Whackey, Inserto, Bleaty, Chufty, Scuzzy, Crispy, Tepid, Snazzy, Sqealy, Grotty, Jimmy, Nanny, Godlike, Furious, Booty, Wolfy, Cumpy, Toily, Crumbly, Biggo, Boggly, Ironic, Belchy, Flaily, Killy, Puggy, Wendy, Gloomy, Verbosity, Listless, Twisty, Waffles, Archy, Wheatley, Iconic, Klassy, Pauley, Bruiser, Prefunctory, Ruffy, Poopy, Zuckerman, Snappy, Oily, Shakes, Yiles, Priggy, Airy, Godly, Hotty, Lassy, Fudgy, Wooky, Bursty, Leggy, Soggy, Soulful, Walky, Unkillable, Bindlestiff, Pathy, Soothy, Lolzy, Spiffy, Trekky, Toothsome, Goldy, Daffy, Yucky, Pappy, Snowy, Dancy, Sappy, Lana, Cursey, Drippy, Cackles, Fuzzy, Malignant, Ghosty, Quality, Hurty, Schulty, Fizzy, Toughy, Tweaky, Starry, Jigsaw, Piney, Magnanimous, Softy, Denty, Damned, Intolerable, Dodgey, Spazzy, Ropey, Socky, Moomoo, Sammy, Dampy, Cracky, Zippy, Whorey, Likey, Wooy, Spewy, Farty, Perthy, Kinky, Peely, Wetone, Squeaky, Frenzy, Noisy, Danny, Flippy, Fartsy, Gravy, Barfy, Loopy, Regular, Nedly, Quacky, Sloppy, Snooki, Crampy, Wetty, Appealy, Boofy, Snotty, Kwazy, Nutty, Regal, Zappy, Candy, Scary, Shakey, Yeasty, Trampy, Runty, Turgid, Icey, Dusty, Adolph, Pocky, Shitty, Nasty, Cranny, Mommy, Monkey, Prickley, Lumpy, Snippy, Quaffy, Wendigo, Opulent, Henny, Prancer, Pervo, Pippy, Rotund, Cavey, Dazzle, Clooney, Rumpy, Pudgy, Spunky, Ralfy, Questy, Dwarfy, Limpy, Rugby, Junky, Insideous, Assy, Hizzy, Hotsy, Honey, Punky, Blingy, Spinny, Nicky, Spindly, Lacey, Banshee, Feely, Baldy, Rabbity, Lunky, Swarley, Damply, Whiley, Splattery, Squirty, Alcoholic, Foggy, Denny, Berty, Zinny, Mammy, Delicious, Dropsey, Vixen, Beary, Beatlejuice, Knobby, Loudly, Meaty, Teethy, Drinky, Woz, Wanky, Scuffy, Swimmy, Gummy, Posse, Milly, Wallop, Pouty, Ruby, Chicken, Poofy, Funny, Smugly, Spinry, Grimey, Ripley, Savory, Schmuckey, Stainy, Quivery, Pooly, Droopy, Lappy, Herpy, Able, Goosey, Dapper, Beasty, Dazy, Giggy, Drowsy, Lowly, Coolie, Slutty, Burby, Nippy, Firey, Sniffy, Glassy, Factory, Cheney, Slidey, Chippy, Kludgy, Orly, Meany, Kreepy, Pooley, Ninja, Whizzy, Victim, Iffy, Saggy, Kenny, Floppy, Nabby, Sickley, Groggy, Liquidity, Hussy, Jinxy, Kewpie, Lampy, Saxy, Dexter, Doleful, Dandy, Peggy, Mooey, Slashy, Drunkey, Homo, Rolly, Hoggly, Healy, Salty, Gropey, Ghouley, Whirley, Faggy, Weedy, Teaser, Dasher, Ego, Artsy, Quippy, Insanity, Beastly, Chappy, Sparky, Zesty, Tasty, Bumpy, Tappy, Uggy, Herky, Greasy, Weakly, Grungy, Jeery, Menthol, Ouchy, Trollface, Morty, Pandy, Scooby, Miley, Racky, Upchuck, Stumpy, Spongy, Slurpy, Kiley, Tummy, Incindiary, Tokey, Flighty, Pussy, Porker, Pranky, Itchy, Spongey, Fuckey, Stuffy, Quiver, Dreary, Ravey, Dirtzy, Tanky, Crabby, Besty, Dregs, Killzy, Wackry, Daisy, Killer, Chevy, Tacky, Stimpy, Tiny, Buffy, Piggie, Crufty, Stabby, Oozey, Unlucky, Beatnik, Twitly, Kingly, Aery, Ogly, Gimpy, Shanky, Trippy, Fingery, Trumpy, Quackey, Cringey, Hokey, Emergency, Flowery, Tinky, Wifey, Crowley, Gassy, Gingery, Bobby, Tender, Penny, Nutso, Mighty, Crazy, Klinky, Blitzen, Clappy, Slitty, Leaky, Queasy, Wallaby, Buddy, Bootlicker, Peeky, Sadistic, Lovey, Glowy, Pickles, Gingerly, Misty, Lofty, Mickey, Wrappy, Ridiculous, Perky, Tangly, Sprockets, Lackey, Awful, Crassy, Runny, Nasal, Frigid, Doggy, Leafy, Planty, Stealthy, Soapy, Draggy, Queery, Texty, Undie, Davey, Fucky, Futurey, Lefty, Sickly, Diseased, Cranky, Nukey, Gangly, Totty, Dummy, Flakey, Lizzy, Tighty, Froggy, Gunny, Doily, Blotto, Seizey, Lazy, Venty, Blacky, Sandy, Immotral, Spangly, Clowny, Falsey, Loosey, Hanky, Wavy, Shifty, Annoying, Navy, Broody, Cunty, Impressy, Tuffy, Anonymous, Dickey, Pugly, Trolly, Kissy, Reflexy, Prawny, Obnoxious, Duffy, Kingy, Clicky, Nosey, Weepy, Phony, Frenny, Blinky, Neutral, Icony, Southy, Jetty, Teeny, Brutus, Wiffy, Smuggy, Busy, Plucky, Fisty, Spotty, Smokey, Chokey, Lippy, Tammy, Baggy, Powerless, Whitey, Typo, Mimsey, Tiki, Slurpee, Tearful, Flamey, Boozey, Moochy, Jewlery, Wobbly, Bossy, Randy, Curmudgeon, Grampy, Treacherous, Tonedeaf, Handsy, Speedy, Lulzy, Marty, Smacky, Rooky, Frightened, Piggly, Artful, Plowy, Bitchy, Barky, Preppy, Sunny, Rocky, Whappy, Hiney, Spanky, Whammy, Deafy, Mathy, Brainy, Fishy, Barfly, Swifty, Clueless, Dizzy, Lordy, Swindly, Pony, Snooty, Twix, Banksy, Wisty, Squirmy, Brewery, Scrappy, Slippy, Trollop, Ballsy, Willy, Rappy, Sneezy, Addy, Icy, Earny, Fidgety, Schooly, Klangy, Wistful, Metal, Lucky, Obsessive, Henzy, Huggy, Sassy, Agey, Pinky, Horny, Benny, Passy, Tingly, Rippy, Reagal, Freebie, Tossy, Slippery, Touchey, Kermy, Wiggly, Druggy, Hippy, Sweety, Dougie, Crappy, Peaty, Nazi, Faulty, Swirley, Crunchy, Bully, Flambe, Biddy, Hoppy, Bangy, Punny, Unsavory, Derpy, Jizzy, Ratty, Unlikable, Gently, Droppy, Ren, Smithy, Knotty, Deady, Chicky, Jerky, Flatulent, Billy, Pithy, Humphrey, Hansel, Poopie, Snuggly, Loki, Dopey, Yippy, Ridonkulous, Cody, Blatty, Renny, Parky, Prancy, Banananery, Yukky, Cheaty, Lossy, Scruffy, Silty, and Drifty each trooped past Snow White and received a farewell kiss and by the time she reached the end of the line her lips fell off.

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