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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Someone hurts Y/N at work; and Harry’s owner of the company.

Angry young man CEO!H very protective of his lovie :)))))))))))))

It was Tuesday. Tiring Tuesday is what Y/N calls them to be because they lurk in the middle of week and drags you after a Monday. Today, it’s the worst fucking Tuesday since the day she started working at this company.

Harry offered her. More to say tried to convince her with his sweet puppy tactics, tried to lure her in with his seductive begging and would mumble the same thing in her sweaty neck while balls deep in her, “Please sweet toots ... promise I wouldn’t be there to take ye' interview, please work in my company.” He squished her sides in desperation. Y/N whined, mind too occupied in the way he’s leaking into her, the head of his cock angled to rub at her spongy wall making her hug herself into him.

“I could be a very hard boss in my office, ‘s all ‘m saying.” He wiggled his brows at her playfully, hissing when his double joke earned him a tight fit around his prick and he was soon forgetting all of it when she canted her hips to let him slick deeper inside her.

It’s not that; Y/N doesn’t wants to work at his company. When her boyfriend asked her so sweetly and stout-heartedly. Call him a sap but he actually wants to be closer to her in every possible chance he gets – she gives him an unyielding amount of comfort and happiness when she’s with him.

There’s this silver of pride he wants to take (since he’s the biggest narcissists) in being a power couple, because in the end everything will be theirs.

But she doesn’t want to seem like she took advantage of him. She didn’t study and worked hard many years to be called dependent on her boyfriend. She wanted to find her first proper job herself – feel all the odds and jitters of her firsts after UNI.

Harry called the battles off knowing his little stubborn baby’s too much a wiggler and he believes in her and he’s very proud of her previous achievements, he just wants to see her happy working with him or not.

She indeed got it. She was finally a design editor at a grand magazine company, excited to meet her boss who’s one of her absolute favourite graphic designers in the industry.

Harry and her celebrated her baby step towards her success by going out at this cafe which had cats you can pet and love on.

He was blissed to see her this happy, considering it a win win situation. But she doesn’t need to know? Does she? And Harry didn’t do anything suspicious? Did he? Nobody even know who she's! And if Y/N wants that, he’ll have it that way.

Soon her enthusiasm deflated like a sorrowful balloon whirling in the air for seconds before falling on the ground and getting it’s existence neglected, because, her boss was the meanest bitch alive.

At the moment, Y/N forced the pertinacious lump of pathetic tears down her throat, not blinking to dry out the moisture threatening to fall from her waterline feeling humiliation creep up her skin and making her want to shrink into herself and never show her face.

She listens patiently and optimistically as her boss practically screams at her for not liking the designs Y/N worked to modify for damn 62 hours and the Karen still had an audacity to degrade, Y/N.

Y/N gasped, stumbling back in fright shock when the file that had her precious designs composed in it flew and hit Y/N, the ragged corner of it scratching Y/N’s delicate skin and her boss was spinning away from her to stare coldly at the bustling city outside through the window drowning into fumes and anger.

Y/N opened her mouth, guppy like. Wanting to say something back and call her out on her act but she felt like her voice got strangled into her chest.

ShitShitShitShit.

Hammering in her brain when she felt something warm oozing from her skin and she’s panicking, wiping a vicious streak of blood from her jaw with her trembly fingers and scuttled straight to the washroom before anyone was able to see her in such vulnerable condition.

She had enough of it and left out of there without a word to anyone, not even to her cubby mate. She bottled all the emotions that were rattling against her bones to flood out of her each pore, until she could reach her home and once she did she was having a humongous and ominously scary breakdown, glad that Harry was stuck in meetings and the house was all of hers to cry ugly.

Once she was all blue lips, puffy and swelled up cheeks and eyes, nest of a hairstyle and all burned up lungs she was calming herself down with deep breaths just Harry taught her.

Scrubbing and cleaning herself off then going to bed without waiting for Harry, something very rare and the right hit in the nail for him to know she isn’t feeling well.

He was welcomed by silence. No dinner, just leftovers in fridge and his insides became all crummy and not very pleasant when he tailed to the living room and wasn’t met by his lovebug; either cramming her head to sketch down designs with an ipad in her lap while a buzz of random Netflix show accompanies her, dossing off cutely with hundreds of her study journals and magazines messed around her on the floor, or her in sleeping pyjamas with food already set up on the coffee table and brightening the whole room with her squeals when Harry announces his presence.

None of that instead he finds her in their bedroom, drowned under layers of blankies and her stuffies with room lit dark.

He coos softly, mattress dipping down from his weight and his heart expands and melts all around his other organs at how adorable she looks sleeping in his hoodie. He chuckles shaking his head at the way she has the strings of the hoodie squeezed around her head, not sure how she’s able to breath at how tight it seems around her neck.

Doing his own routine he was slipping into the bed, sighing from the warmth and how toasty she has made the bed already.

He bunched her against his chest and kissed her head then spooned her up in his arms, lips fluttering into a smile when she hummed and sniffed basking into his scent.

“Oi sleepy.” He whispers down at her cupping her neck and giggles softly when she whines mushing her cheek against his chest only to grunt sleepily and muffle her yelps into his sweatshirt.

Harry’s brows shoots up into slight bafflement then dips down into a frown when he slipped his calloused palm under her hoodie to cradle her jaw and felt something graze against his thumb that was about to press into her soft skin to bring her for a night kiss.

“Hey...” He perches himself on elbows, switching on the lamps and ignores her groans grasping the blanket she was about to pull over herself, huffing at him to let her sleep but Harry’s more stubborn than her if it involves assuring himself she’s okay and right now she’s not and Harry was already feeling it in his bones.

“Lemme see.” He persists gently, peeling the blankets and the hoodie off her head while she’s still stirring into sleep not able to open her eyes how much she tries because of the exhaustion dumped on her from whole day.

He stares at the wound she did a shit effort to cover with a gauze messily over her jaw and tiny bit area of her neck, a long bandage reaching to her ear and Harry tries to think rationally and not freak out as he touches it with cautious fingertips.

“What ... the –- fuck, Y/N what is...is this?” His mouth falls slack. His ears buzzing for a moment and he wraps his arm around her shoulder to bring her up as he leans them against the bedhead.

He feels bad when she knuckles at her eyes warily and mumbles something that’s barely audible.

“What happened, baby? Talk t’me? How did y'hurt yourself so bad?” Worried and fearful. He bombs her with questions not waiting for her to be fully awake and his heart breaks miserly upon focusing his gaze on her face, her angelic face that’s now soaked with sadness –- she’s been crying.

His loves been crying and he wasn’t there for her.

“Who did this to you?” Y/N's eyes widens abruptly. The alertness in them vivid for Harry to see under the lamp glow and she gasps, nose twitching and lip wobbling as Harry grabbed her chin and ducked to her eyelevel to ask her tenderly with a layer of strictness under his tone, “’M asking, Who did this to you, Y/N?” Her fragile heart could already take so much and she strangled out a sob lowering her head down in embarrassment.

“’M.. I’m —-.. no –..not telli –-..telling you,” She hiccups breathlessly, shaky fingers fisting onto the blanket thrown over Harry’s lap and he holds her hands kissing them gently, “I’ll know it one way or another baby. Don’t force me to get outta my way to find —–“ His soul stabbing glare was enough for Y/N to ramble and at first he thought he didn’t heard her right, that she was mumbling too much but when the reality seeped in gradually Harry almost froze in his spot.

“I know it’s very shameful —..” Y/N stammers barely able to get in a breather and Harry’s head snapped at her words, removing his nails away from making little graves in his palms and his jaw which almost felt like breaking from the hinges from how painfully furious he had it set relaxes as he tries to calm himself down and not to grab his keys and drive to that bitch's house to trash her place.

Because how fucking dare she treat anyone like that in his own fucking company.

“Hey, hey. Now none of that toots. Look at me darling, oh my sweet moppet ... shh.” It slices his heart in pain to see Y/N like this -- so small and disheartened. How dare she hurt his such delicate, sweet, loving girl like that? How!?

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself moppet. She should be, fo’ being such a heartless prick.” He spat, his guts full of bitter and hatred. His skin hot, his grip on her tightening protectively and his chin quivers trying to lock all his anger inside and not to burst out like a pressure cooker.

“I’ll deal with her tomorrow.” He nods curtly to himself, poking his tongue to wet his grimacing lips and Y/N was too woolly to get what’s he’s saying.

His gaze flitters back on her. His demeanour turned incredibly soft and gentle for her smooching a big generous kiss to her salty lips and then to both of her cheeks cared in both of his palms, “Are y'okay? D'you want me to take you to hospital?” She shakes her head mewling and melting and caressing herself into his wrist.

“Why didn’t you call me baby?” He asks her doing anything in his power to mask the hurt in his tone and sighs touching his forehead to her's when Y/N sniffled, “Didn’t wan’ you to worry.” He slid his forearm under her bum and scooched her atop of him, patching tiny careful pecks to her jaw.

“But, that’s love moppet. Worryin’ bout you, takin’ care of ye' and beating anyone raw who even dares to have evil intentions towards you,”

“Remember the time y'snubbed that one guy’s oh so expensive shoes who was very rude to me at one of your graduations party?” His simper turning into a proper ironic grin when she giggled hoarsely nodding along and the tension in his muscles released watching her getting better.

“Proper broke his big toe with your heel darling.” He giggles with her and then Y/N realised how sad and awful Harry’s feeling, how it’s hurting him the same way it hurt her an year ago.

“How about we have a glass of milk .... it’ll help us sleep less grumpy y'know.” He murmurs in the crook of her neck, elbow cocooned safely around her shoulder blade as he kisses the side of her head again and again nose buried in her hair to smell her treacly smell.

In the morning he was tragic to hear Y/N sound so heartbroken and dejected as she told him, “I’m going to resign and accept your offer.” Her smile small and sad, hugging him looping her limbs around his torso lazily.

“’kay baby, but first eat your brekkie.” He kissed her hair and squished her pout when he moved away to make some calls to his assistant.

Y/N had no-idea what he was upto. Glad that he was driving her to the company and that he was immensely supportive of her decision, her insides pooled with warmth and giddiness when he tried to cheer her up with his silly jokes and singing along the radio murmuring rubbish whenever he forgot the lyrics.

She was utterly confused when upon reaching he was giving the keys to valet boy to park his car and interviewing their fingers in a strong grip before leading her inside, even though she should be the one to do so.

She sputters a, “Huh?” when instead of telling her he’d wait for her in the lobby he’s rounding the corner towards the elevators and turns his wrist to push her infront of him to keep her closer to himself all the time.

When the doors are sliding apart the people scurrying outside halts for a moment, not looking Harry in eyes and keeping their heads low.

Phones were already rung in the building that Mr. Styles will be coming un-announced and everyone should be prepared to face the consequences if they stumble upon him – because well he isn’t in such a nice mood to start with.

“Harry.” She pokes him in ribs feebly, stepping away from him feeling timid due to few pair of eyes in elevator watching her awkwardly and maybe judgingly.

The tension in space could be cut through knife, as if everyone’s holding their breaths and she pouts taking a good look at Harry who’s smirking smugly confident in his element.

Do they all think her boyfriend’s way too intimidating and out of reach for them? They should know he’s such a sweetie!

Y/N huffs. Folding her arms over chest when Harry paws at her hips and pulls her back against his chest resting his chin atop of her head with a shit eating grin.

In all seriousness. Showing them that’s she’s his's and belongs under his wings, which will keep her safe and protected till his death.

“How did you know my boss's office’s on tenth floor?” She squints up at him suspiciously.

“Hmm. Dunno, moppet. Magical powers or summat?” He teases her, putting a hand at the small of her back to nudge her forward making her blush pink and ducks down to whisper in her ear, “You got this toots.” Biting her earlobe playfully to stroke down her anxiety upon sensing her hesitancy to step in the hallway that has cubicles lined up.

He already got this. He ordered his assistant to get the resign letter ready and showing her who’s the boss here’s not much of hurdle for him.

It’s weird. Bloody weird. Y/N wants to turn back and run away because the moment they step inside the whole damn hallway falls eerily pin drop silent and everyone’s peeking up from the short walls of their cubicles and then diverting their eyes immediately in embarrassment and apology seeing Harry behind her.

The ones who’re standing bows their heads lightly in respect for him and scurrying away to give him a way and that’s insanely surprising and weird.

Harry on the other hand was no stranger to those bogey looks. Of curiosity, uneasiness and dread when he passes through the crowd of his employs. Y/N is.

Slowly perhaps. It starts to sink in— jumbled and disoriented when she looks back at Harry. He’s keeping his head held high and shoulders tilted back with poise and conceitedness, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants and because though it makes him look like a proper snob— he is their boss and the owner of this company, he should act like one.

“Mr. Styles.” Y/N’s boss assistant Marina who’s usually very chirpy (and undeserving of all the yelling she gets from her boss) turns pale at Harry’s presence. She’s the only person Y/N's very keen of, now she’s fretting towards them with her head lowered and tries to stammer something but Harry’s walking past her with his lips pursued as he goes inside without knocking.

“Harry...” Y/N tattles behind him, lunging to clutch onto the hem of his suits coat, to scold him to stop babying her and let her handle it herself, too late since she’s already meeting with the sight of her overly stressed and upset boss.

Her knees almost gives in when Harry snaps his fingers for the employees that were inside to give them privacy and takes in the most relaxing breath of oxygen, feeling a gag of bitterness in his mouth from even looking at her.

Y/N gasped. Her boss (which she’s not sure is her boss anymore) gasped. The sweet assistant Marina gasped. When Harry told her in the most composing way– though his blood’s boiling absolutely sheathing through his veins.

“You’re fired.” His demeanour cold and voice monotone not giving a fuck how much she shakes and cries for his forgiveness.

“Mr. Styles. I..I can explain–-" She stammers rushing from the back of her desk and stops obediently when Harry gestures her to not to take another step forward.

“There’s no excuse for abuse. I don’t want your lame explanations, I can’t have an abusive asshole running my company for me ... we might be strict on our employees but we aren’t monsters.” He grits, his eyes flaring piercingly with rage and showing no empathy towards her as she pleads him to forgive her mistake– those bricks of money makes you work baby.

“You hurt someone so dearly to me ‘n think I’ll forgive ye'?” The assistance eye’s blows away at newfound information, Harry Styles love of life’s none other than Y/N. The girl she used to have smoked sandwiches and milkshakes with in their lunch breaks.

“I didn’t know ...” He chuckles ironically at her hypocrisy and that’s the last straw for him before he’s threatening her to call the security and she’s getting out of there cursing him under her breath but Harry grabs her from elbow roughly, conceding his brow at her dauntingly.

"Apologise to her right fuckin' now."

"Sorry, Mrs Styles. I'm very ashamed of what I did." She says nervously and Y/N nods not able to speak from the butterflies that are flapping around her stomach, which sure didn't go unnoticed at Harry's side and he smirks at Y/N.

When they’re left alone. Jovial cackles are bouncing against the walls and he’s pressing his hip to the desk, securing his hands around his triceps as he folds his arms infront of his chest entertaining himself to the cute and fuzzy reactions of his girl at what just happened.

“See. Told ya, nobody could defy my bossiness at work.” He grins at her, jerking his hand towards his chest to usher her closer to him and boops her nose smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to her mouth when she toddles in his arms.

“The offers still there,” He looks down at her cheekily and she shakes her head, a small smile kicking up her lips at his determination and devotion.

“Couldn’t say no to you, could I? What will you be owning secretly next time?” She nips at him, planting her palms firmly against his midriff feeling the crispiness of his shirt underneath his jacket.

“A bakery shop ....?” He muses in the most pondering voice and she scoffs at him through pattering of giggles, “Suck it up Mr. Styles.”

“Hey! I know my prick’s huge but not tha’ much for me to suck it myself.”

Y/N chokes onto her own spit. Shaking her head at him.

“Your innocent employees knows how vulgar you’re?”

“Uhmm. Infact, She gets very hot hearin’ me like tha'.” He bobs his head grinning at her wickedly and she smacks his shoulder, “Harry!”

“Yeahhh! Tell everyone how good I make you feel babbbyy—....” Y/N clamps her hand around his mouth to muffle his lewd fake moaning.

“You’re so embarrassing.” She grumbles wiping his spit sticking to her palm down her skirt and spins around to head for the door expecting him to follow her.

“You don’t talk to boss like that!” He trails behind her, “Boss my ass!” She quips out a squeal looking around to make sure that nobody saw it when Harry slapped her bum.

“Boss someone’s ‘bout to get a pink ass.”

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dienamights · 3 years

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Daddy Daycare | K.Bakugou | Headcanons

Where Pro hero Dynamight is stuck at home babysitting little fucking gremlins instead of spending his day off with you.

» Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

» Word count: 0.9K

» Genre: Crack, Fluff embedded in between.

» Warning(s): Suggestive themes and mentions of sex - Minors DNI & Leave - Swearing.

» Author’s notes: I COULDN’T GET IT OUTTA MY HEAD, I literally thought about it last Tuesday and just went off on a tangent with Aali -hey baby I didn't wanna bother you with the tags aahahahah love you - to get it out of my head so I can focus on my exams about how he’d babysit babies and I thought that was it but now its almost 6 AM AND I NEEDED TO WRITE THAT SHIT. Please enjoy ♡. Also I did proof read it but I honestly don’t trust my editing abilities at this time. And my drowsy ass keeps laughing at the header photo.

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• Its Katsuki’s day off, knowing him, he for sure would not want to take a break from work, always saying "Evil never takes a day off, so why should we?” type bullshit to excuse his workaholic nature. So, despite his day off, he’d always find a way to do some paperwork, read case files about villains, or even train to ‘not waste the day sitting on my ass’. Alas, this time was different, he actually wanted to stay at home, in bed, with you in his arms, maybe filled by him once or twice.

• And you think that’s sweet, the sweetest thing ever, but you were actually hoping for the usual response the ash blond gave whenever he had a day off, to not be around, because you wanted to have a girls’ night.

• Already the ADULT pro hero is pouting like a little boy – arms crossed and all – talking about how you’re betraying him with some shitfaced extras for ‘friends’. Well, since he’s mad might as well dump everything on him all at once right? Wrong

• “Suki, could you also maybe babysit their kids?” “Fuck no.”

• Well, what were you expecting really?

• “Please?” You say following him around the house as he stomps and pouts away from you. “I’ll do anything you want just please do this one thing for me?” “Anything?” Oh sure, now you got his attention “Yes anything, name it right now.” Silence “You ride me next time we fuck” “Katsu-“ “Next time we make love, don’t get your panties in a twist shitty woman.” “That’s not what I- you know what? Fine, deal.”

• Technically, you didn’t specify how many there were, so Katsuki finds himself surrounded by snot-filled shitheads gawking up at him, with one baby perched up on his hip, as they gushed about spending their day/night with pro hero Dynamight of all people. And its all fun and games until that one baby takes a massive shit in their diaper.

• Cue the tears, wails, crying and for fucks sake the SMELL, the fuckin’ smell. Katsuki couldn’t deal with this shit no pun intended, so back up it is.

• Aka shitty hair.

• “Wha- the fuck is dunce face here for?” “He wants to help.” “The fuck would he know, he’s practically a man child himself and besi-”

• Lightbulb

• On one side, Bakugou and Kirishima are trying to outdo each other at pushups with the babies sitting on their backs as extra weights, the kids giggling and flailing while on the other side Kaminari is having a tea party with the rest that are waiting their turn to be used as pseudo-weights.

• Eventually, Bakugou and Kirishima ended up force feeding Kaminari cough syrup so he’d just shut the fuck up and sleep. “Wants to help my ass, fuckin’ dick startin’ a riot with these kids to get dessert before dinner.” “Yeah, should’ve seen that one coming.”

• Any of the kids misbehaving after the riot’s leader was taken down for a nap? They're being held upside down by their foot by Katsuki until they get light headed and apologize.

• This man will milk their adoration for him and he will not reply until he’s addressed as king explosion murder. Period.

• "Mister Dynamight, can I have a snack?" "What was that brat, couldn’t hear ya." "King... explosion mmm-murder, can I have a snack?" *glares* "please?" "That’s what’m fuckin’ talkin’ about brat, c’mon let’s get you some fruits." As if he’d sensor himself around them.

• Feeds off of them praising his cooking.

• “Mister Dyna-“ *death glare* “Mister king lord explosion murder.” Poor kid stammers in fear. *nods to keep going* “ Your cooking is better than my mamma’s!” “You bet your ass it fuc-“ “LANGUAGE” “ooh right, you bet your butt it fucking is” and Kirishima is on the other side covering his face and wishing this mess would just be over so he can go home.

• When its bedtime, they wouldn’t want to listen to bedtime stories, oh no, king explosion murder better get his ass ready because they want him to tell them his greatest battle to date. And he delivers, sound effects and small explosions as he pretends to pummel an imaginary villain to the ground, earning squeals and giggles from the kids piled up on the futons set up for them in the living room.

• One of the kids would try to climb into his lap and he’d be like???? But kinda get over it after a while as the kids dozed off to sleep, whereas another one promises to be a hero like him, and he’d pat their head and tuck them in, telling them that they can do whatever they want as long as they work on it and believe in themselves.

• Yes, the kids will go back to their parents wanting Dynamight merch for DAYS.

• And yes, you’ll be pounded until tomorrow with a promise to fill you up with “a little brat of our own so they can shit on these extra babies”.

Bonus

• You see one of your friends a week later and they’re hella salty cause their kid can’t stop calling people shitty extras.

• You didn’t know about this but before the kids left, he gave each of them a limited-edition figurine of himself that he signed so when they flexed about spending the day with him to their friends, they’d believe them.

• He would rather die than tell you this, but since he babysat these brats, Katsuki couldn’t wait to have his own with you to care for and love unconditionally.

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tumorravenus3 · 2 years

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bdg i need these beds outta my house by tuesday voice. i need to get sleep so i fell like a functional being again. cause on monday at most ill be going back to work. and i can't be like this once work starts back up can you IMAGINE the DISFUNCTION

#to itta

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flowerkidlove · 3 years

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are you looking for a new bed? well, you’re in luck. because i have one. and i wanna sell it to you.

please buy my bed. nothing bad has ever on it.

it’s a beautiful twin bed with a brushed metal frame. ain’t nothin’ bad eva’ happened on this bed!

do you like to sleep? i do too. but not on this bed anymore, ‘cuz i want you to have it!

please buy my bed. just buy my bed!

ain’t nothin’ bad eva’ happened on this bed, i’m talkin’ no felonies.

sex? on this bed? never heard of it. what is it? (no one has ever explained it to me)

PLEASE BUY MY BED!

hey. psst. you like this bed? well, guess what? i got TWO of ‘em. ‘cuz of... circumstances.

stack ‘em on top of your old bed! i’m like the frickin’ princess and the pea up here, ‘cept the only thing keeping ME up at night is that i got two beds i can’t sell.

just buy my beds!

hey laura, are these good beds? (they’re good beds!)

ain’t nothin’ bad eva’ happened on it.

laura keeps asking for these beds because they’re such good beds, but i don’t let her near beds anymore because...

I LIKE TO SMOKE CIGARS ON BEDS!

buy my beeeed.

hey look, man. i ain’t never showed this to nobody before but i got this weird birthmark... and it spells out something that i didn’t realize was important until right now.

sandra.

buy my bed!

i need this bed outta my house by tuesday, ‘cuz on tuesday i’m havin’ a potluck. and i can’t have people comin’ to my potluck askin’ why the hell there’s two BEDS against the wall! can you IMAGINE the questions?

...hey, uh, why d’you have two beds?

HOW EMBARRASSING!

buy my beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!

(it’s just a green screen, ain’t nothing bad eva’ happen on these beds!)

peeeew... peeew.... buy my beeeeed please...

just buy my bed!

excuse me! buy my bed!

ring ring, hello? buy my bed.

just! buy! my! bed!

ohhhhh no, please just buy my bed.

hah! hah! hah! hah! hah! hah! buy my bed!

knock knock, what time is it? oh it’s 4:16. buy my bed.

no thanks, mines a memory foam （⌒_⌒）

#Max's asks #anon #long post

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crashdevlin · 4 years

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Centerfold 3- Pink

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Author’s Note: Written for Meghan who requested some fluffy A/B/O smut and then I came up with an idea and ran with it. Smut will start after the plot is established. Also, this is gonna go toward my @spnabobingo squares. This chapter fills my First Time square and is rated E for Explicit.

Summary: Dean and Y/n can't get enough of each other.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Reader

Word count: 3104

Story Warnings: kissing, A/B/O dynamics, teenagers (16 and 17 years old) having sex, loss of virginity, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! , protected sex, no knotting, a bit of angst at the end

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Dean felt disgusting. After three days of sweating and masturbating and punching walls, he was ready to feel like normal again...whatever normal was now that he was a presented alpha.

“Thanks for your help the last few days, Sammy.” He ruffled his brother’s hair as he walked out of the bathroom to get his clothes on. “Hate that you missed so much school.”

“It’s fine, Dean. I was already ahead of where the rest of these kids are. It’s not a big deal.” Sam moved to grab his backpack and swiped a piece of paper off of the table. “The girl you spent Monday with stopped by Tuesday after school. She left her number, said call between four and six.”

Dean groaned as he looked at the phone number. “Man...you think I could fool the school into letting me stay in the main building?”

“Nah. Probably not. These places always have an old lady with a nose like a hound dog. You’re gonna end up in the satellite building.”

“Damn it...I’m gonna end up in the satellite building at every damn school.”

“Get over it, Dean. You have two more years. Deal.”

Dean sighed. “Maybe not. Maybe I’ll just go ahead and quit that stupid education institution and get my GED, instead.”

“What? No, Dean. Just to avoid being taught by the alpha teachers, you wanna quit? Get your head outta your ass and deal with it. I'm not gonna quit when I present. Dad didn't quit when he did."

"No, he ran off and joined the Marines!" Dean exclaimed. "He ran off to fight, with a bunch of other Jarhead alphas because he couldn't handle living with regular fellas. I'd just be getting a jump on where I'm headed in the first place...it's not like I need a diploma to gank ghosts."

"Okay, but what if...one day you wanna have a real life?" Sam asked. "Away from Dad and hunting and all this junk. If you quit school-"

"I'm not ever gonna have a real life, Sam. Never have, never will."

“That’s your choice, Dean.”

Dean rolled his eyes. It wasn’t a choice, it was his life. “Let’s just go.” Dean knew he was going to have to go to the front office when he got to the school, have his classes moved to the alpha classes in the satellite building, but he wanted to see Y/n first. No...he needed to see Y/n. He sneaked in past the teachers to head to C-Hall. He was just about to head into Mr. Phillips’ class when the tall man stepped into the doorway. “Mr. Winchester. You shouldn’t be in this building.”

Dean’s nose crinkled at the scent coming off the teacher. No wonder the man was a pushover with a bad attitude. Omega. “Look, I just wanted to-”

“You need to go to the other building.”

Dean could feel a growl bubbling up in his chest and he could see Mr. Phillips starting to cower when a flash of pink caught his eye. Y/n bounced out of the classroom and put a soothing hand on Dean’s shoulder...which immediately sedated him. “I’m sure Dean just needs an escort to the Alpha building. He’s new so I’m sure he doesn’t know where he needs to go. I’ll take him!” she volunteered.

“No. Miss Y/l/n, I can’t let you-”

“Are you going to take him? You look like you’re about to roll into a ball like a pillbug. I’m not presented. It’s fine. I’ll walk him over and be back before the Pledge. Come on, Dean.” She didn’t wait for the teacher to answer, just pushing Dean down the hall away from Mr. Phillips’ room. She pushed him into the wall by the front office and went to her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, but you know you have to be in the satellite school.”

“I had to see you.” He leaned down and slotted his lips over hers. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“You coulda waited by my car after school.” Dean felt a little stupid. He hadn’t even considered that. He just needed to see her again. He needed to see her pink t-shirt and he needed to smell her flower smell and he needed to see her smile and hear her laugh and taste her lips and--He leaned down to kiss her again, hands going to her hips to pull her against him. She looked a bit flustered as she pulled away. “We can’t do this here! If we get caught, my parents will kill me! Go to the office, have your schedule changed and after school-”

“I get to see you after school?”

She bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Yeah. I’ll just have to shower your scent off as soon as I get home.” She leaned back in and took a deep breath, whimpering loudly. “You smell even better now.” She shook herself out of her stupor and sighed. “I’ll see you after school, Dean. I’m parked in the same spot. Meet me later.”

Dean watched her disappear back down C-Hall, wanting nothing more than to follow her. “After school. I’ll see her after school,” he reminded himself before turning and finishing his trek to the office.

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Dean was leaning against her trunk as soon as the final bell rang. She was on his mind all day. He had an inkling feeling of need. He seemed almost empty when he was away from her...like something was missing.

She obviously felt the same because she ran out of the main school building and jogged across the lot, dropping her backpack and launching herself at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He twisted them, pushing her into the trunk of her car and licking into her mouth. “Need you,” she mumbled against his lips.

“Shit, wish your car had a backseat,” he said, pulling back.

“Well...we could...go to the park and...hang out in the jungle gym and...then...I…” She took a deep breath and put her hand on his chest. “My brothers have a competition in Spokane tomorrow. I’ll have the house to myself all day.”

Dean’s throat went dry as he looked down into her eyes. She wanted him to come over to her house while her parents were gone? He’d done a lot of things with a lot of girls, but this was different. He was alpha now...and she wasn’t omega yet. What if his knot popped? What if he hurt her? What if- “I’d love to come over.” She smiled and pushed him away, walking over to grab her backpack.

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When Y/n dropped Dean off at Jefferson Middle, he was covered in hickies and had a hard on that just wouldn’t quit. “You gonna be okay by yourself for a few hours tomorrow?” Dean asked as they started walking toward the Charles. “I, uh, have a date.”

“A date? What, with her?” Sam gestured at the retreating Mercedes.

“Yeah, with her. I don’t wanna date any other girl. She’s...she’s mine, Sammy.” Sam rolled his eyes but didn’t argue it. He had homework to catch up on from his days off.

Dean didn’t care about catching up on his work. He only cared about Y/n. He only cared about her picking him up in her Mercedes and running her fingers through his hair as she drove toward the suburbs. He only cared about kissing her passionately as they entered her two-story home. He only cared about her leading him up the staircase to her bedroom. He chuckled when she opened her door. Her walls were pink, her bedding lilac, her bed covered in stuffed bears and bunnies. “Wow. You...have a very pink room.”

She smiled and swept her stuffed animals onto the floor. “I like pink.”

“I like you,” he said, immediately hating how cheesy that sounded...but she seemed to like it. She bit her lip and flopped down on the bed. “We, uh, gonna make out?”

She nodded, reaching over to pull open her side table drawer and grab a three-pack box of condoms. “And...more...if you...want?”

“Oh, god, yes,” he whispered, pulling his jacket off and tossing it to the floor. She looked nervous as he moved to sit next to her on the soft mattress. “You okay?”

She looked down bashfully. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered. “I’ve never gone past...ya know...foolin’ around at the park.” Her cheeks were on fire. She wanted him more than anything, but she was definitely nervous to go all the way.

“Oh...baby, that’s okay. We...we don’t have to-”

“No!” she exclaimed, turning to him. “I want to. I want to so much. I just...don’t know how good I’ll be at it. I’m sure you’ve been with a lot of girls that know what they’re doing and-”

Dean reached over and grabbed her hand. “Y/n, baby, you...I’ve only been with two girls...and I’d…” He chuckled and reached up with his free hand to tip her head back. “I’m not the best at it. We just gotta, you know, take our time and remember it’s not a race. I want you to get there just as much as I want me to get there.”

She swallowed thickly and leaned closer. “And you can...get me there?”

“Oh, I’m sure gonna fuckin’ try, baby,” he whispered before leaning in to kiss her. They immediately moved to tangle themselves together on the bed, groping at each other and pulling their clothes off. He couldn’t help but think about what she was going to smell like when she presented because she smelled so fucking good now. Especially when he got his hand up the skirt of her dress and started rubbing at her through her panties. “Damn, you smell so good.”

“Dean,” she whimpered and he almost came right then and there.

“You ever been fingered, Y/n?”

She nodded. “It hurt. His nails were-”

“My nails are clean...and short. Can I show you what it’s supposed to feel like?” Dean wanted nothing more than to feel exactly how wet Y/n was, to find out what made her whimper and cry out and scream. God, he wanted to make her scream. But not until he heard her say ‘yes’.

“Please.”

Dean had never heard a more beautiful word.

He slipped his right hand into her panties and rubbed at the place he knew would make her moan, fumbling to find her clit. He’d seen enough porn in his almost seventeen years that he knew where to go. She jerked when he found it, gasping loudly and grabbing at his shoulder. “How’s that feel, baby?”

“So good!”

“Let me make it better.” He leaned over and kissed her as he slipped his middle finger down to her entrance. She was soaking wet and his finger slid in with absolutely no resistance. He started thrusting his finger in and out of her, licking into her mouth as he pressed the heel of his palm against her clit. “That good?” he whispered against her lips.

“Yeah,” she whispered back.

“I think I can make you cum like this. Just one finger in your pretty pussy. You think you can cum like this?”

Her cunt clenched around his finger. Seemed she liked dirty talk just as much as him. “I’unno,” she squeaked.

“I think you can, baby. Come on.” He put extra pressure on her clit and she whimpered as her body went stiff. Her eyes rolled back and her breath caught as her orgasm hit her. Dean’s jaw dropped at the animated way she reacted, how she almost arched off the bed. “Damn. That was awesome.”

“Yeah it was. Where’d you learn to talk like that?”

Dean shrugged. “I’ve lived in motels my whole life. Sometimes there’s skin flicks on the premium channels.”

She giggled and kissed him. “I’ve never watched a movie like that. I found my dad’s magazines in his dresser, though.” She pulled at his boxers as she nibbled on his bottom lip. “Put the condom on, Dean.”

He nodded and stood up, dropping his boxers to her floor and grabbing the box of condoms. When he turned back to her, she was staring at his dick, her jaw hanging. He couldn’t help a cocky smirk. “Well, you get in bed with an alpha, this is what you’re gonna get.” She looked away, embarrassed that she got caught staring. He looked down as fear filled her scent. “We don’t have to. I don’t wanna hurt you. You could just give me a handy j…”

“No! I want to. Just...make sure you go slow?”

“Yeah, of course. I don’t wanna hurt you,” he repeated, rolling the condom down his erection.

He laid his body over hers and kissed her slowly, grinding his erection into her mound as they made out. When he thought they were ready, he leaned back and reached down, lining his dick up with her entrance. Her eyes were wide with fear, but her pupils were wide with lust. She grabbed his biceps and looked into his eyes as he started pushing his hips forward...slowly, so slowly that it almost hurt him. Her nails dug into his arms, her jaw dropping as he pushed forward more, pulling back and pushing forward to get in most of the way. “Oh, my God,” she whispered.

He stopped moving and looked down at her. “You okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Yeah, it’s just...a lot.”

“Can I...can I start movin’?” he asked, softly.

“Slowly,” she reminded him and he nodded, rolling his hips to make her gasp.

He moved slowly, hands twisted in her pillow to keep himself from letting himself go. This was different from his other two, okay three but he didn’t last very long the first time, times. He really wanted her to enjoy herself, he really wanted to do this right, he really wanted to last more than five minutes.

Breathe. Penthouse said breathe deep and treat it like running a marathon.

“Fuck. You feel really good,” he groaned, kissing her jawline.

“Yeah. This is...I mean...you can go faster, I think?” He almost didn’t want to hear that...because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to control himself. But he moved faster, thrusting into her and loving the way she whimpered with each pump of his hips. “Oh, shit!”

“Too much?” he grunted into her ear.

“No! No, I love it!” she exclaimed. “Please, don’t stop!”

“God, you’re so perfect.”

He couldn’t last much longer. He tried. He thought about baseball, imagined his father’s disappointed face, but he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder as his cock twitched inside her, an intense feeling stealing his breath away as he came into the condom. He pulled out of her and dropped to the bed next to her, ignoring the condom on his softening dick as he pulled her into his arms.

“That was amazing. So fucking awesome,” he whispered into her hairline.

“You didn’t pop a knot,” she whispered. “I was...scared of that.” She looked up and caught his eyes. “Thank you, Dean. This was...perfect.”

“You deserve perfect, Y/n.” He looked away from her to stare at the ceiling. “You’re gonna have to clean my scent outta your whole room or your parents are gonna lose their minds.”

“Yeah. Later. They won’t be back for another twelve hours.”

“Awesome.”

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“You weren’t supposed to be gone all day, Dean,” Sam complained as soon as Dean walked into the motel room.

“I told you, I had a date, Sammy.”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t tell Dad. He called while you were gone,” Sam said and Dean’s eyes went wide. He was supposed to be at the motel. John was going to tan his hide for being gone when he called. “I covered for you, said you were at the corner store. He wants you to call him.”

Dean sighed. Sammy came through for him, but what did John want? “Thanks, Sammy. He tell you what he wanted?”

“No, but I think he’s coming to get us. He had that ‘new hunt’ tone in his voice.”

“What?!” Dean exclaimed. “We just got here! I can’t leave yet!”

Sam rolled his eyes. “We don’t have a choice. We never have a choice. Call him.”

Dean looked at the phone on the table by the bed with disdain. No choice was right...but he didn’t have to like it. In fact, he hated it. The idea of leaving Olympia, leaving Y/n...before she presented, before he got to have her as his omega...it was disastrous.

He had to fight himself to make himself pick up the phone and dial the number. “What took you so long to get back to me, son?” John asked when the phone connected.

“I got distracted while I was out. Sorry, Dad. Was it time-sensitive?”

“No. I just wanted to let you know I caught wind of what may be a werewolf in Connecticut. We’re gonna pull up stakes and head out tomorrow.”

“Connecticut? The other side of the damn country?” Dean whined.

“You wanna try that again, Dean?” John snapped.

Dean took a deep breath and shook his head. “Sorry. I mean...we just got here, Dad. Isn’t there someone else that can go to Connecticut?”

“I know you just got there...but it’s a wolf, Dean. There aren’t a lot of hunters who could handle a hunt like this. It has to be me.”

“Yeah, but why’s it have to be me?” Dean snapped before he could stop it.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing. Never mind. We’ll get packed. See you when you get here. Bye, Dad.” He slammed the phone into its cradle and punched the wall in rage. “This is bullshit!”

“You should call her,” Sam suggested from across the room.

Dean sighed and nodded. “Yeah...but what do I even say? ‘Thanks for your virginity, you’re never gonna see me again’?”

“I didn’t need to hear that, Dean. But, come on, it’s not like you thought you’d get to stay with her.”

“I thought I’d get to stay a little while, ya know? We usually get a few weeks, a couple months, but this...a week?” He dropped to his bed and buried his face in his hands. “What am I gonna tell her?”

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i need this bed outta my house by TUESDAY, because on tuesday i'm havin a POTLUCK, and i can't have people comin to my POTLUCK, askin why the hell there's two BEDS against the wall! can you IMAGINE the QUESTIONS??

[PRE-ENACTMENT]

POTLUCK-GOER: Hey, uh... why do you have two beds?

[END PRE-ENACTMENT]

HOW EMBARRASSING!

I CAN’T HAVE THAT happening. No sirree.

[MORE RUSTLING.] MARTIN: Oh, the house is getting colder again, huh, buddy?

ARCHIVIST: Yeah. Gotta say it’s chilly.

MARTIN: You want another blanket? How’s your feet?

ARCHIVIST: Well, they’re my feet.

MARTIN: You don’t say.

[PULLS HIM CLOSER]

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Right Where You Left Me

Chapter 13 - Enchanted

There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

Walls of insincerity

Shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face

On the drive back from the cottage, Joyce stares out the window at the passing countryside and sighs. “Do we have to go back?”

“I thought you were looking forward to starting your new job?” Hopper smiles.

“I am. But…”

“One more year Joyce, then we’re outta here!”

“Yeah?” she states softly, eyes still glued on the passing greenery.

“Yeah. The moment we cross that stage and grab our diploma’s we’ll hop in the car and drive down to the California coast. You can study art at some big fancy school and we can get a house with a view of the ocean.”

“Did you win the lottery and forget to tell me about it?’ she chuckles.

‘I’ve been saving. Besides, with my scholarship money, we’re set.”

“Maybe I should get a job that pays more than the library,” she muses out loud.

“Absolutely not. You were so excited when they offered you that job. Besides, I’m excited to come and visit you at work.”

“You plan on checking out books?”

“I plan on checking you out,” he smirks.

Joyce laughs softly and continues to gaze at the passing land. One more year.

Semi-buried beneath her covers, Joyce pinches her eyes shut as the sound of her parents' voices fill the house. They’d been arguing for well over an hour. About what, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she refused to leave her room and get involved.

She finds herself watching the dust dance in the sunlight streaming in through the window. The sun was just beginning to set, painting her walls in a pale shade of yellow that provided her with a strange sense of comfort. Watching the dust flit across the empty space in front of her, she thinks that a life lived in warm yellows must be one of comfort. California would be yellow.

Joyce closes her eyes and dreams of salty air and a house by the sea. She can see it all so clearly. A lone chair sitting near the window bay, the sandy shore stretching out in front of the glass pane, the sun warming up the room and washing over her face, a familiar sense of comfort becomes her.

She’s reading, as she so often does on Sunday evenings. With her book in her lap and a warm cup of tea on the table next to her, she looks around the living room of the house she and Hopper so effortlessly decorated and smiles. A few of her paintings are hung on the wall, something Hopper insisted on doing the moment they were dry. Next to them, his record collection and a few cookbooks. She can hear him in the kitchen, clanging pots and pans as he prepares their meal.

This was their Sunday routine. She would read silently in her corner of the world while Hopper scurried around and made them dinner. Sometimes, no words were exchanged. They moved in tandem, slowly enjoying all that their lives together had to offer and for a brief moment, the world stood still. She never craved the business that came with Friday night football or the weekly grocery trip they took to the market on Saturdays, but she craved the way the world stood still for them on Sunday.

Life was simpler here. People were kind and welcoming. She didn’t have to fall asleep to the sound of her parents fighting, or prove herself to girls she didn’t care about.

She and Hopper had built an entire life for themselves and it was more than she ever could have imagined for herself.

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she stares out at the sandy shore and the sunny sky and draws in a deep breath before going to join Hopper for dinner.

The sound of something shattering breaks Joyce out of her daydream. Sadly, she takes in the bland walls of her bedroom and lets herself cry. She cries until she falls asleep, telling herself that she only has one year to go.

Across town, Hopper is working out in the yard when he hears his parents arguing about something through the open kitchen window. He places his weights down on the grass and approaches the window, where it becomes clear that his parents are arguing about the letter he recently received in the mail.

His father had been so proud the day Hopper returned home from the cottage, hoisting the letter into his arms and exclaiming that it was time to serve his country. Hopper, on the other hand, had a sinking feeling in his gut since the moment he was handed that envelope.

He knew he couldn’t not go. He’d been called to serve, much like a handful of his classmates, but the thought of leaving Joyce was killing him. Even thinking about telling her about the letter made him feel sick.

He’d been doing his best to forget about it for the past two days. Senior year started the next day and he would much rather be focused on the football season and his girlfriend.

From inside the kitchen, he can hear his mother explain to his father that he shouldn’t put so much pressure on him about going. He listens as she explains that she knows he’ll have to go and only returns to his workout when he can hear his mother begin crying.

He just wasn’t going to think about it.

Deployment was months away.

For now, he was going to focus on starting his senior year and pretend that the life he and Joyce planned didn’t seem light-years away.

After his workout, Hopper devours a bowl of cereal and stands next to the sink while waiting for his water bottle to fill. The phone rings next to him and he reaches for it with a mouth full of corn flakes on the second ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me,” Joyce’s voice rings through the receiver.

“Hey,” he says softly. “What’s up?”

“I was just thinking about you,” she informs him.

“Oh? What about me?”

“I can’t wait for us to get the hell out of here.”

His heart sinks and he stutters. He could tell her about the letter, but he doesn’t want to hurt her. Just picturing her shattered expression makes his stomach sink and instead he replies, “me too.”

“I just called to tell you that. And to tell you that I don’t need a ride tomorrow,” she says.

“You sure? I can pick you up before practice.”

“It’s alright. It’s our last first day and I want to walk.”

“Can I still drive you home?”

“Only if we can stop for shakes.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Horowitz.”

“See you tomorrow?” she asks.

“See you tomorrow.”

Hanging up the phone, Hopper drops his head to his hands and exhales. He had to tell her about the letter. He couldn’t let her go on planning their future together knowing he was going to be the one to rip the plans away. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, a lose-lose situation.

If he told her, he would break her heart. If he waited to tell her, he would break it more.

The first day back as seniors, Joyce faces a few stares from classmates and freshmen, all likely wondering why someone like Hopper was interested in someone like her. With Chrissy and her minions having graduated, Joyce faced a lot less hazing. Sure, a few of the cheerleaders in her class made faces at her when she passed them in the halls, but most of their gossiping was harmless and she was so genuinely happy with Hopper that she didn’t listen to any of it.

True to his word, Hopper takes her to the diner after school for milkshakes and it becomes their Monday ritual. Joyce would work in the library until football practice ended and then she and Hopper would end up at the diner, splitting a chocolate shake.

She attended every one of his games that fall. Sitting on the bleachers with the rest of the fans, and occasionally his parents, she slowly learned the rules of the game and grew not to hate football. Her favourite games were the ones his father attended because he would explain the plays to her as the game went on and she didn’t have to worry about making small talk with classmates she only saw at the games.

Two months into senior year, Hopper and Joyce had become the couple to envy. They walked down the halls arm in arm and nearly every freshman girl swooned over Hopper.

They were inseparable. He sat at a library table and did his homework while Joyce worked. She smoked on the bleachers while she waited for him at football practice.

Their weekends were filled with nights at the drive-in and once the weather began to cool, they spent nights watching movies in the Hopper’s living room. They spent time with Benny and Helen and soon enough Joyce and Helen became actual friends.

Hopper noticed Joyce was spending less time at home but didn't press her to tell him why. Instead, one night while walking home from a small party at Lover’s Lake, he listens intently as she tells him that her mom hadn’t returned from her latest business trip (one she’d taken a month prior). Hopper listened as she spoke and offered to help in any way he could.

That night after returning home he asked his parents how they would feel about Joyce occasionally spending the night. After hearing more about her situation at home, they agreed as long as Jim’s bedroom door remained open and he was respectful of the house rules. He informed Joyce the next day that she was welcome to spend the night whenever she felt uncomfortable at home and though she was initially mad at him for involving his parents, she eventually admitted she was grateful.

Three months into senior year Joyce spends her first night at his house. They don’t do anything wild, just do some homework and read side by side before bed, but it feels strangely intimate to her.

She doesn’t make spending the night a habit, but on a handful of occasions she finds herself tucked in next to Hopper, wearing one of his flannel shirts.

He’d yet to tell her about his letter because how could he be the one to burst her bubble.

When December rolls around, he asks Joyce if she wants to go to senior prom with him. Initially reluctant to attend another prom, Joyce tells him she’ll think about it. Helen eventually convinces her that she has to join them at prom or it “just won’t be the same” and Hopper tells Joyce that he’ll buy them tickets.

That Tuesday morning, Joyce is lingering near the ticket table waiting for a teacher to unlock the art room so she can grab the notebook she’d left behind the day before. A girl in her class, Clara, spots her and marches over with a fake smile. Clara was tall, blonde, and this year's head cheerleader. She’d never spoken a single word to Joyce, though Joyce always saw her at football games and knew she and her friends often gossiped about her. She hated girls like Clara, who reminded her of Chrissy. Tall, blonde, beautiful and extremely cruel.

“Isn’t Jim buying you tickets?” the tall blonde snarls.

“Why do you care?”

“I didn’t think prom was really your scene.”

“It isn’t. It’s full of mindless idiots. You’re going, right?” Joyce smirks.

“Ugh, whatever. I was just going to tell you that if you don’t go, you should keep an eye on Jim. He’s a hot commodity and someone might just try and snatch him up.”

“Are you threatening me?” Joyce steps towards the girl, who immediately shrinks and steps back.

“Just thought I’d be nice and give you a heads up,” Clara smiles wickedly.

“How kind.” Joyce rolls her eyes, stuffs her hands in her pockets and marches towards her next class.

Girls like Clara and Chrissy were always trying to get under her skin and she’d decided long ago that she wasn’t going to let them. Why then, did she find herself chomping down on the inside of her cheek as she took her seat, fists clenched at her sides? She knew Clara was only trying to get a rise out of her, but for some odd reason, her insult played on a loop in the back of Joyce’s mind. She knew that Hopper wouldn’t care if she didn’t want to go to prom. She also knew that he would never stand by and let another girl flirt with him; she had his heart and that she was certain of. What bothered her was the subconscious thought that kept her awake some nights; Were girls like Chrissy and Clara always going to make her feel like she wasn’t enough for Hopper?

After school that afternoon, Hopper excitedly flashes two prom tickets at Joyce before unlocking the car.

“Got them!”

Unsure of what to say, Joyce wordlessly climbs into the passenger seat and kicks at her book bag.

“Joyce?” he looks over at her with concern, “everything alright?”

“Yeah,” she replies, “everything’s fine.”

“You still want to go to prom, right? Because we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No no. I’ll go. It’s just…”

“Can I promise you something before you continue that sentence?”

Joyce nods.

“This isn’t going to be like all the other proms. I know dances aren’t really your thing but I promise you that this one is going to be different.”

“I don’t know Hop, it’s still a dance.”

“I know it is. But it’s me and you. And if you’d like it can be just us two.”

“Just us two?”

“Just us two. We can pretend like no one else is there. How does that sound? We go together, you let me steal a dance or two and then if it’s horrible we can leave.”

“Hmmm,” Joyce contemplates out loud. “Aright, fine. I’m wearing sneakers with my dress,” she informs him.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he smiles.

“And when it’s terrible, we’re leaving.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal Horowitz.”

“Can we swing by the diner for a milkshake?” she asks.

“Of course.”

Joyce decides to forget about what Clara said that morning. She trusts Hopper means it when he says they can leave the dance if she’s not having a good time. Besides, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want to have him hold her in his arms while they danced. It was her one regret from the previous dance she’d gone to; not getting to dance with him.

January 13th was senior prom night at Hawkins High. Hopper nervously fiddles with the buttons on his jacket while he paces the length of Joyce’s porch. He told her he would pick her up at 8 o’clock sharp and it was now 8:07 and he’d get to see her.

When he rang the bell, knowing her parents were both away for the week, she yelled back telling him she’d be ready in a few minutes.

Instead of wearing down the soles of his dress shoes, Hopper takes a seat on the edge of Joyce’s porch and pulls out a cigarette. He lights it, takes a long drag and exhales a deep breath.

He was going to make tonight perfect for her. With his deployment date looming closer and their senior year passing quicker than expected, he knew he wanted to remember this night with Joyce forever.

The door opens behind him, bathing the porch in dim yellow lighting and the floorboards creak as Joyce steps towards him.

“Ta-da,” she laughs, holding out her arms to show off her dress. It was a deep red colour, the top hugging her chest tightly while the skirt floated it just below her knees. Not at all what he expected her to wear.

Hopper turns to face her with a smile and takes in the way her curly hair hangs over her shoulders. She shyly smiles back at him and decides to twirl around and show off her dress (and her converse).

“You look beautiful.”

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” she grins. “I didn’t choose the dress, Helen did.”

“You’d look beautiful in anything.”

“Sap,” she laughs, smacking his arm. “Should we get going and get this over with?”

“First,” Hopper scrambles, nervously reaching into his back pocket, “this is for you.” He hands her a small white flower with a silver wristband.

Joyce reaches out and runs her fingers delicately over the edges of the petals. “Hop.”

“I know it’s lame but I just thought…”

“It’s beautiful,” she smiles.

She extends her wrist in his direction and cocks her head. “Will you put it on?”

He nods and slips the flower on her wrist.

“There. Now we’re ready to go.”

“Actually, I have something too.” She reaches into her bag and pulls out a small silver flask. “To make the night tolerable.”

“You’re wild, Horowitz,” he shakes his head and takes a sip from the flask. He coughs immediately, “Jesus, what is that?”

“Don't question it, just close your eyes and drink.”

“Shall we?” he asks, extending his arm in her direction.

“We shall,” she giggles, looping her arm through his.

Halfway to the school, Hopper notices Joyce fiddling with her thumbs and reaches over to take one of her hands.

“Hey,” he says softly, “this is going to be fun. Just me and you.”

They drink the contents of her flask in the parking lot before entering the dance and giggling as they make their way into the already crowded gymnasium.

Outside the entrance a tower of balloons welcomes them. The gymnasium is covered in green and white streamers and the dance floor, located in front of the bleachers, is covered in confetti.

“Joyce!” Helen exclaims when she spots her. She rushes over, dragging Benny behind her.

“You guys made it!” she adds.

Hopper and Benny high five and Joyce compliments Helen’s hair which is piled high in her head in a lump of curls.

Joyce looks around the dance and lets out the breath she’d been holding. It wasn’t that bad. The foursome makes their way over to the punch bowl and helps themselves to glasses that are more alcohol than a punch.

A jazz song begins playing and Helen squeals and grabs Benny’s hand. “Let’s gooooo! I love this song.”

She drags him off towards the dance floor, leaving Joyce and Hopper alone next to the punch table.

“Whatcha thinking?” Hopper asks Joyce.

“That if you’d told me during junior year I’d be at senior prom with my best friend I would have thought you were crazy.”

“Joyce, we’re at senior prom together. Still think I’m crazy?”

“Of course you are. You’re dating me.”

“The only kind of crazy that makes me is crazy for you.”

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes at his comment but allows him to snake an arm around her waist and pull her closer.

“You wanna dance?”

“I’m fine here.”

“Come on,” he smirks, taking her hand and tugging her towards the dance floor.

She notices a few of the cheerleaders in her class staring as Hopper leads them to the dance floor and does her best to ignore them. They were just jealous because they would never understand what she and Hopper had. She was beginning to believe that no one would ever understand their connection. It ran deeper than even she knew how to describe, a thought that terrified and thrilled her all at once.

Lucille begins playing as they reach the center of the dance floor. Surrounded by her classmates, Joyce awkwardly sways next to Hopper. He reaches out and squeezes her hand, silently telling her to let go. And she does.

She lets him twirl her inwards and outwards again, laughing as he awkwardly attempts to dip her but fails. The two of them jump and spin and scream along with the song until they’re breathless and in each other’s arms. When the music stops, Joyce leads Hopper away from all the commotion and they take a seat on the bleachers.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks.

“It might have been fun.”

“Alright everyone, it’s time to announce our prom king and queen!”

The announcement echoes through the gymnasium and kids begin to gather in front of the small platform acting as a stage. On it, the class president Veronica stands with the microphone in hand.

Joyce winces and leans against Hopper. She hated popularity contests. It was something she’d battled with all of high school since her best friend was popular and she wasn’t. Now that they were dating things only seemed to get worse. Popularity was a black and white concept at Hawkins High. Hopper was popular, she was not. The girls in her class went out of their way to make sure she didn’t forget it.

She grips Hopper’s arm and watches him watching the stage. He looks down at her and offers her a reassuring smile.

“We had an overwhelming amount of votes this year, and I am happy to announce that our prom king and queen for this year are Clara Samuels and Jim Hopper!!”

Joyce feels like the wind has been knocked out of her when Hopper’s name is announced. Hopper looks stunned but before he can react a group of guys are chanting his name and leading him through the crowd towards the stage. Clara is already front and center, waving in her tiara and sash when he reaches the stage. Veronica has him lean down so she can place a gold crown on his head. He looks for Joyce and locks eyes with her, trying his best to convey an apology.

Joyce folds her arms over her chest and watches as Clara and Hopper are instructed to dance under a spotlight in the middle of the dance floor.

Helen comes up on her left and softly whispers, “you good?”

“Yup,” Joyce responds, popping the “p.”

Hesitantly, Hopper puts his hands on Clara’s hips and they begin to move to the music. He looks uncomfortable while Clara has a smug grin on her face. When her eyes meet Joyce’s from behind Hopper’s shoulder, she smiles and pulls Hopper closer. That’s all Joyce needs to make a beeline for the exit. She can hear the music begin to fade as she marches out into the parking lot, but she doesn’t dare look back.

She reaches Hop’s car in a haste and frustratedly digs around in her bag for a cigarette. Lighting it, she leans back against the car and inhales. She can tell that the music inside the gym has become quick-paced again and wonders how long the king and queen dance actually lasted.

Of course, Clara would be voted the prom queen. It was always going to be girls like Chrissy constantly reminding her that she didn’t belong with Hopper because she wasn’t his traditional type. She knew none of it mattered to Hopper. It shouldn’t matter to her either. Joyce closes her eyes and focuses her energy on her cigarette.

“I thought I might find you here,” Hopper’s voice cuts through the silence.

“Shouldn’t you be taking Royal photos?” Her words come out harsher than intended.

“Nah, one dance was enough. I bet it was a joke that I was even nominated.”

“That crown looks good on you,” she compliments, attempting to cut some of the tension.

He lifts it off his head and places it on hers. “Looks better on you.”

She attempts to remove it but he places a hand in hers and holds it in place. “It’s yours now.”

“I’m not wearing your crown.”

“Please.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ll always be my prom queen.”

She blushes and looks down at her shoes. He lights his own cigarette and leans on the car next to her.

“You genuinely believe that, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I love you, Joyce.”

She rocks forward on her toes, plants a hand on his chest and kisses him.

From inside the gymnasium, the soft sounds of a slow song spill out into the parking lot.

“Can I have this dance?” Hopper asks, extending one hand to her.

“Out here?”

“Why not?” he shrugs.

Joyce takes his hand and lets him pull her into his chest. He wraps both hands around her waist and she rests her head beneath his chin.

The crown he placed on her head brushes against his cheek and he smiles.

They dance in silence for a few moments, gravitating towards one another as they move.

“This is exactly what I had in mind when I asked you to the dance,” he whispers.

“It is?”

“It is. Not to sound like a broken record but, I love you, Joyce.”

Looking up into his blue eyes, she feels her heart lurch and she knows that he’s the real thing. He didn’t care about what anyone thought. He saw things the way she did; it was the two of them against the world, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

She pulls her gaze away from his and bites on her lower lip, an unfamiliar sensation overcoming her.

“Hop,” she whispers. His hands flatten against her back and he stills them from swaying.

“I - “ she stutters. Looking up, she locks eyes with him and a calm washes over her entire body.

“I love you too.”

A smile settles over Hopper’s face and he leans down to kiss her. On the outside, he allows his facial features to soften and his shoulders to relax, demonstrating to Joyce how much her words mean to him. On the inside, however, he’s a mess. How was he supposed to tell her he was leaving now?

The lingering question kept me up

Two a.m., who do you love?

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Chapter Two: Unfortunately, Somewhere in the Suburbs

Three years later.

Monday

“Good morning, hon.” Bucky dropped a kiss on Natasha’s cheek and poured himself a cup of coffee, spilled a little over the rim and wiped it up with his hand. “Off to the office already?”

“A real estate agent never stops.” She replied absentmindedly, scanning the newspaper and tapping her finger at a classified ad. “Did you see the HOA finally put out that advertisement for a new landscaping company?”

“Well it’s about time, the shrubs are looking absolutely wild.” Bucky checked his watch, then sipped at his coffee. “They did the right thing, advertising in the paper. I’ll never understand why people think the online advertising is the right way to go. Nothing is better than a good old fashioned help wanted ad.”

“Oh absolutely, the technology behind advertising on line and the ways people can track you through the computers makes me sick to my stomach. Honestly, I’m intimidated just using a smart phone.” Natasha lied her way through a piece of wheat toast. “What about you, darling? Off to save the world one carefully drawn blue print at a time?”

“The glamorous life of an architect.” Bucky finished his drink and thunked the cup down into the sink. “I get to oversee a building demo today, so that should be fun.”

“Sounds very fun.” Natasha didn’t even look up from her paper. “Have a good day, dear.”

“You too, hon.”

Bucky waved to one of their neighbors as he headed to the garage, waved to another as he got in the car, paused politely to let the dog walker and her bunch cross behind him, then pulled out onto the street at a modest pace and headed towards the office.

Or rather, headed towards the site of a soon-to-be demo’d building where he had a wildly sketchy baddie still tied to a chair waiting to be persuaded to give up some information.

“Barnes.” Brock grunted at him when Bucky shoved through the doors of the building, tactical vest on, photostatic skin shredding off his left arm and hand so he could flex bright silver fingers. “You ready for this?”

“Fuckin’ always.” Bucky rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, forced out a sigh. Leaving the house and coming to work always felt like freedom, getting rid of the camouflage material that hid his robotic arm felt like breathing. Three years in the goddamn suburbs on Pierce’s idea of a deep cover mission was fucking torture and some days Bucky just needed to hit something.

“Hey pal, you ready to talk?” He lowered his voice to a near growl, rough and hard edged with a Russian accent and even Brock took a step away when the Winter Soldier emerged from the soft spoken, polo wearing, lawn mowing golf enthusiast Bucky had transformed into in the past few years.

“Jesus Christ.” the guy breathed, eyes widened in fear and fingers tightening in his bonds. “You’re-- you’re the-- they said you died! They said you died!”

“Winter never dies.” Bucky leaned in close, nose to nose with their captive, pale eyes glowing with a rush of adrenaline because this was who he was and it felt good to be him again. “Now then. You ready to talk?”

“She’ll kill me.” he whispered and Bucky whispered back, “You tell me where the Black Widow is right this fuckin’ second or there won’t be nothing left of you for anyone to find, you understand? YA porezhu tebya na kuski i sam s"yem.”

“She-- she’s in New York.” came the stuttered answer. “N-New York. Undercover somewhere deep. That’s all I know, I promise.”

“Get me a fork.” Bucky snarled and their captive nearly screeched, “She’s got a mission on Friday! Down by the border taking out a hostage before he changes hands! Friday! Get me a computer and I can get you the information!”

“That’s better.”

“Hey.” Rumlow bumped Bucky as they passed again. “Did you tell him that you’d eat him? Is that what you said?”

“All these years working together and you still don’t understand my Russian?” Bucky grinned at his friend. “You kiddin’ me?”

“Look in my defense, you go from talkin’ like some asshole outta a Brooklyn musical to growling that shit like a super villain.” Brock pointed out. “I spend half the time figuring out your normal words, much less your scary ass threats. Now did you tell him you were going to eat him or not?”

“Told him I’d cut him in pieces and eat him, yeah.” Bucky grabbed a bottle of water. “Why?”

“Cos then you said to get a fork.” Brock said blandly and the ultra fearsome Winter Soldier waggled his eyebrows in laughter. “Dude, you’re a dumbass.”

“Well it scared him enough to give up some intel on the Widow.” Bucky shrugged. “Three years we’ve been chasing her and no one’s seen even a sign of the bitch. We finally got a clue.”

“You threatened him with a fork.”

“Well it worked, didn’t it?!”

“Huh.” Brock watched Bucky for a minute. “Hows that hottie you get to call wife?”

“Natasha’s just fine.” Bucky ignored the twinge in his soul at the thought of Natasha, of all the ways she’d turned out to not be the woman he’d fallen in love with, the woman he’d jumped at the chance to marry. “Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering if you’re getting tired of the assignment.” Brock replied casually, too casually. “Hell, I wish Pierce had told me to go deep cover with someone that hot. Never thought I’d be jealous of a married man, but you hit the jackpot.”

“I’m married, Brock.” Bucky said shortly. “We have breakfast every morning, dinner together every night, date night on Wednesdays. We live in the suburbs and play backgammon with the neighbors on the weekends. What about that sounds like a jackpot?”

“You told me when you met Natasha she could put back tequila shot for shot and then ran you ragged all night.”

“She did.”

“So what changed?” Brock pressed. “Is she not fun anymore?”

“Let’s just say Natasha fully embraced the housewife life, and sometimes I wish she…” Bucky braced both hands on the table and shook his head. “...never mind. It doesn’t matter. Her being so checked out of the marriage makes it easy to keep my cover up. Hell, she doesn’t even ask about my arm anymore. The photostatic cling stays on and since I wear jammies--”

“Jammies?!”

“--Fuck off. Since I wear jammies to bed, she doesn’t even see the scars. It’s fine. It’s working out.”

“Sounds boring.” Rumlow countered, and Bucky muttered, “Yeah well, it’s only a job, right?”

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Tuesday

“Good morning, hon.” Bucky dropped a kiss on Natasha’s cheek and poured himself a cup of coffee. “Off to the office already?”

“A real estate agent never stops.” Natasha watched out of the corner of her eye as Bucky picked up the coffee and poured himself a cup. Predictably, he spilled it just a little bit, wiped it up with his hand and kept right on drinking. “I’m off to show those new condo’s downtown, the high rise ones? Should be a decent commission.”

“Maybe we should look into getting you a new car then.” Bucky suggested and Natasha hmm’d quietly. “You’re traveling so much lately, you need something with better gas mileage.”

“Maybe.” she agreed cordially. “We could talk about it over date night.”

“Date night.” Bucky repeated, and Natasha arched an eyebrow when her husband looked confused for a minute. “Tonight?”

“Tomorrow.” she corrected with a faux bright smile. “Wednesdays, remember? Always Wednesday.”

“Always Wednesday.” Bucky finished his coffee and nodded. “Did the HOA decide on a landscaping company?”

“Not yet, but I’ve registered an extension for fixing our hedges so we don’t get fined while waiting for the new company.” Natasha promised and her heart squeezed a little when Bucky gave her a grateful smile. “Have a good day at work, alright?”

“You too, hon.”

Bucky whistled on his way out to the garage, and Natasha sipped at her coffee once, twice, then picked up the phone.

“This is Romanov. Have we found him yet?”

“No. Our missing tech is still missing. The CCTV footage of him being snatched hasn’t led to anything, we have no idea who yanked him and no idea where they put him.”

“God dammit!” Natasha swore out loud and pitched the coffee cup at the wall, watched it shatter against the hidden panel where she kept her not-quite-culinary-appropriate knives. “Who the hell is even half good enough to snatch one of my techs and then disappear!? Who?!”

“It gets worse.”

“HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY GET WORSE!”

“The Winter Soldier has reappeared.”

...Natasha went very still. “What? That’s impossible. I killed him three years ago.”

“Apparently not. We have definitive proof that the Winter Soldier is active again.”

“You think he snatched our guy?”

“I think that the only reason the Winter Soldier would come out of hiding is to take down the one person who always eluded him.”

“Me.”

“You.” Maria agreed. “Can you convince your husband you need to leave town over night? We’ve got to get ahead of this, Tasha.”

“Bucky is beautiful but sort of brainless.” Natasha closed her eyes and tried not to curse again. “And we haven’t said more than two words to each other about anything real in years. So long as I don’t miss date night tomorrow, he won’t care if I’m gone. Probably won’t even notice.”

“Date night Wednesday night.” Maria chuckled. “Wow, marriage life sounds super fun. Italian again? Third table from the back and a glass of wine each and then a nice round of missionary position intercourse? Spicy.”

“It’s a perfect cover.” Natasha drummed her fingers on the counter irritably. “Plus it’s a lot easier to lie to Bucky when all he wants to talk about is interest rates and the new lawnmower the Belanger’s have.”

“Oh my god, Tasha.” Maria was full on laughing now. “Are you sure this is the same guy who gave you the ride of your life? I was sort of jealous when Fury told you to marry the guy and settle down for a while, but lately I’m thinking I prefer Sam’s wonderfully breezy basketball shorts to Bucky’s high waisted, pleated khakis and polo shirts.”

“Maria, no one misses Bucky’s speedo days more than me.” Natasha snorted. “But it’s a mission so how I feel about it doesn’t matter. And honestly, it’s nice to be married to someone who prefers to sleep in full clothes, he can’t ask about my scars and random injuries if I’m wearing a floor length ruffled nightgown.”

Maria cackled with laughter over the phone and Natasha pursed her lips. “Maria, focus. Winter Soldier.”

“Yes ma’am. Head out immediately, we’ll rendezvous at the normal place and start making a plan.”

“I’ll break out my leather.”

“And I can’t wait to see you in it.”

*************

Wednesday

“How was work?” Bucky twirled his pasta around his fork and took a big bite. “Sell any of those condos last night?”

“Two of them.” Natasha sipped at her wine then cut a dainty piece of chicken. “I hope you didn’t mind me having to stay overnight in the city?”

“I fell asleep on the couch watching the soccer game.” Bucky said, and it wasn’t technically a lie, the soccer game had been on television and he had fallen asleep… after hours of dismantling and cleaning every gun in his below-garage arsenal so he was one hundred percent ready for Friday’s mission. “I hate sleeping in our bed when you aren’t there, so it worked out alright.”

Also not a lie. Bucky hated sleeping alone in their bed when he’d much rather be wound tight around Natasha. Of course it had years since they’d slept plastered together like they had in those first few months but it was still nice to fall asleep smelling Tasha’s perfume.

“Was your team playing?” Natasha asked as if she had any idea which team Bucky preferred. “How many touchdowns?”

“Touchdowns is football, hon.” Bucky corrected and Natasha feigned an embarrassed, “Oh sheesh. Sorry. You know I’m just hopeless with all of that.”

“That’s alright, I’m pretty sure somewhere in our vows I promised to endlessly teach you about sports.”

“I’m pretty sure somewhere in our vows you promised to cook for me once a week too.” Natasha was teasing, and Bucky winked in response and for a moment it felt like they were going to actually talk, to actually communicate and maybe even flirt--

--but then the waitress came by with a refill on water and the moment was over, wiped away and replaced by conciliatory smiles and normal date night appropriate small talk as they shared the normal date night slice of chocolate cake.

Then it was a walk home beneath stars that used to feel romantic, the normal date night kisses at the top of the stairs and Bucky being so gentle gentle when he stretched out over Natasha on the bed, Natasha biting her lip to quiet any sort of too loud noise when he gently gently opened her around his fingers, both of them falling together gently gently because Bucky was terrified to hurt his little wife and Natasha knew she couldn’t demand harder without her clueless husband thinking it was odd.

Gentle gentle like it was every date night and Bucky always made sure she finished first before he did, and then he was gentle smoothing her nightgown back over her hips and gentle dotting a kiss to her forehead and gentle until he went to the bathroom and tried not to scream in frustration because he needed so much more from Natasha and once upon a time he’d thought she was everything.

Gentle gentle as Natasha cleaned between her thighs because even though Bucky wasn’t exactly a Bronco anymore he was still huge and they honestly didn’t do this enough for her to not be sore afterwards.

Gentle gentle when Bucky got back into bed with her and pulled her in for a hug and Natasha pressed her lips to his ear and whispered, “I love being with you.” and Bucky only smiled down at her like it didn’t break his heart right in half to realize she never said ‘I love you’ anymore at all.

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Thursday

“Oh here’s Natasha, I was just telling you about her!” Missy Belanger hurried over to where Natasha was sat primly on the world’s most uncomfortable couch with another carbon copy suburban housewife in tow. “Remember last week when those hoodlums down the way broke my window? Bucky Barnes was the nice man who came over and fixed it and Natasha is his lucky little wife!”

“Lucky little wife.” Natasha forced her smile to be sweet instead of patronizing, made sure her mid calf length skirt fully covered the fishnet stockings from her last minute assignment, and stood to her feet to shake the newcomers hand. “That’s me. Natasha Barnes.”

“So nice to meet you!” Good god were the women in this neighborhood plastic. Three years and Natasha had yet to get used to Botoxed smiles and expensively whitened teeth, a perma lack of wrinkles thanks to husbands with fat bank accounts. She was a super spy, but her best disguise had nothing on perfectly put together prima donnas and their color coordinated outfits.

“So.” Bright eyed and bushy tailed Mrs. Belanger patted at Natasha’s knee. “So I was just telling Nadine all about how you and your Prince Charming met, but it’s so much like a fairy tale, I thought you could tell it better!”

“Oh!” This again, and Natasha inwardly groaned. It was too bad Mrs. Belanger and her friends were saddled with golf playing, stock exchange following, plaid short wearing husbands but that wasn’t her fault. Not her job to entertain them over and over with the story of how she and Bucky met-- and how she proceeded to then lie to the man for every day of the following three years.

“It was vacation somewhere beautiful and tropical, and I was not looking for love. I was only looking for the next white wine spritzer to keep the heat away.” Natasha knew the story by heart, the one she’d practiced over and over with Fury and Marie’s coaching.

She and Bucky had met on vacation, ran into each other almost two months later in the city. She’d been shocked to see Bucky of all people in her usual coffee shop, that aw shucks smile every bit as gorgeous as she remembered, pale eyes sparkling as he explained why his arm and shoulder were bandaged up, told her about how he’d wrenched it too hard wind sailing and had to have surgery, that he’d never expected to find her but boy howdy they should have dinner anyway.

“He said boy howdy and she still agreed to a date!” one of the women-- Jacqueline? Shelby? Natasha couldn’t keep them straight, they all look the same-- exclaimed and just like always, Natasha put a hand over her heart and laughed.

“I did! I couldn’t help myself!”

She didn’t say anything about how Fury had leapt at the chance for a foolproof cover for the infamous Black Widow, hiding in plain sight because no one would ever think she’d trade in her bikinis and spandex for ankle length skirts and modest necklines, give up her knives and guns for a spice rack and a spot on the Homeowners association. It was a perfect cover and her orders had been to pursue the relationship to it’s inevitable end, to make the goofy Bronco fall in love with her and propose.

“Six months.” she told the group of gathered ladies, remembering to pause long enough for them to ooh and ahh, then to look over at where Bucky was laughing with some of the husbands.. “From vacation to dinner together and then married. It was the most exciting six months of my life.”

“And you’re celebrating three years together soon?”

“Next week is three years since we met.” Natasha confirmed. “We celebrate the day we met for the first time, and then of course our wedding anniversary.”

“It’s so romantic.” One of the women bounced her newest baby on her hip and sighed longingly. “I think the last time Gerald was even slightly romantic was the night we conceived this little Bubba. I see the way Bucky looks at you, Natasha and I’m so jealous I could scream.”

“Holly!” another one gasped. “Are you and Gerald having problems?”

“Not compared to what Richard and Kathy are going through.” Holly instantly defended and all heads-- except Natasha’s-- swiveled towards Kathy. “At least Gerald and I can have a civilized dinner without dishes being thrown through a window!”

Natasha tuned out the resulting argument, as if thinly veiled insults and pointed looks at each others outfits could be called an argument, and instead turned her attention to where Bucky stood with the other men.

He was so so gorgeous even when those muscles were covered by the world’s most boring button up, his butt somehow still spectacular even beneath pleated khakis, and even though Bucky had taken to wearing his long hair pulled back into a neat bun and his face shaved smooth, Natasha still saw bits and pieces of the man that had been both her mark and the one that swept her right off her feet.

It had been a moment of weakness, a moment of loneliness when Natasha had agreed to Fury’s insane plane to hide the Black Widow in middle class America and it was probably Natasha’s fault their marriage wasn’t anything other than a sham. She’d never been cut out for domestic life anyway, and certainly not domestic life that was only a cover for her real life. The first few months with Bucky had been fine but then Widow’s necessary lies had built up and cut into all the moments where newlyweds were supposed to be vulnerable and truthful...

...and instead of fighting for her, instead of fighting for them, Bucky had gone from the most fun man in the world to the most boring person in the world over night, talking about new grills and low re-financing options and how hybrid cars were going to change the world. Natasha closed herself off to avoid giving up her cover and Bucky seemed perfectly content with letting it be. Natasha had forced herself into the domestic housewife role but Bucky had given up speedos and tequila fast enough to give her whiplash and next thing she knew they were buying a house in the suburbs and joining the HOA, having the same few meals and half a glass of wine for dinner every night at six-thirty, except for Wednesday night which was date night so they went out for Italian and had a full glass of wine instead.

She could be sad over what might have been her one shot at true, exciting love later but for now she had to get through this party and then get some sleep because tomorrow was a big day.

Snatching a hostage at the border was the perfect way to draw the Winter Soldier out and the perfect chance for Natasha to finally kill the one person she’d never been able to get her hands on. Hell, they didn’t even know what the Soldier looked like but that would all change tomorrow.

Out in the yard, Darren nudged Bucky and inclined his head towards the house. “Your lady’s looking at you. You two are coming up on three years soon, aren’t you?”

“Yep here pretty soon.” Bucky checked on Natasha and sent her a smile, got a perfectly bland smile back in return and tried not to let the disappointment show on his face. “Yeah, three-- three years since we met.”

“Got married in just a few months, isn’t that right?” There was someone new in the neighborhood, someone new to the monthly bar-be-cue and while Bucky hadn’t caught his name, he knew the wife had been chatting up Natasha just a few minutes ago. “I can see why. If my Martha looked like that, I would have married her in a few months too.”

“Can’t believe you two haven’t popped out a couple kids yet.” Someone else ribbed. “I’d never let Natasha out of bed! No sir!”

Bucky hid a grimace over the callous words, and took a sip of his light beer. For a bunch of guys who wore pastel colors and went for the same haircut every two weeks to avoid looking shaggy, the men in the neighborhood could sure be pervy. They got together over poorly cooked steak and half burnt burgers to talk about sports teams and whatever the financial quarter was doing, to ogle each other’s wives and complain about a lack of getting lucky and inevitably someone made a comment about how drop dead gorgeous Natasha was and Bucky--

--hell, Bucky had to agree. Even in those damn long dresses and never showing her shoulders and any cleavage anymore Natasha was gorgeous. She wore her hair clipped back a lot now, her make up subdued and smiles only half as brilliant as they used to be, but she was still the most beautiful woman in the entire world. Still made Bucky’s knees weak. Still made him laugh. Still made him ache.

He missed her, missed the Natasha he’d fallen in love with, missed the late night conversations and the wicked way she smiled and the way she used to breathe ‘I love you viciously’ into his skin when she finished…

“Darling, shall we?” Natasha was suddenly at his side and Bucky startled out of his thoughts in time to put an arm around her waist and hug her lightly. “I have an early day tomorrow, remember?”

“Of course.” Bucky was grateful for the reprieve, even if it meant he had to shift back into lying mode. He might actually put a bullet in his skull if he had to listen to one more conversation with these guys, and even though the conversations with Natasha weren’t exactly engaging anymore… he loved her.

God he loved her.

“Let’s go home. I’ll see you fellas later, alright?” Bucky reminded himself to grimace when Darren patted at his left shoulder, even shied away a little so the man wouldn’t realize he’d connected with solid steel.

“Oh, sorry about that.” Darren apologized, both hands raised peacefully. “Sorry, bud. I forgot about your shoulder.”

“What happened to your shoulder?” the new guy wanted to know, and Darren answered for Bucky. “He tore it up real bad wind sailing and had to get a full reconstruction. That’s why he can’t golf for shit, his arms all screwed up.”

“That’s why I can’t golf for shit.” Bucky confirmed, and briefly envisioned breaking a nine iron over Darren’s head just to shake things up a bit. “The secret’s out.”

A chorus of sympathetic groans and well wishes and Bucky waved them off as he directed Natasha out through the back gate and along the sidewalk to their place.

The moment the lights from the party faded, Bucky let his arm fall away and Natasha sent him a brief smile before huddling deeper into her light sweater, rubbing her arms against the early evening chill.

“I um--” Bucky cleared his throat. “I like your dress tonight, Tasha. You always look real pretty in green.”

“Oh, thank you.” Natasha smoothed down the front of her dress idly. “I saw it in the summer catalog I borrowed from Rebekah. Everything this season points towards jewel tone colors and slimming lines in sheath dresses and--”

Bucky tuned her out and instead focused on what was going to happen tomorrow. The chance to snatch a hostage before he was handed over and the chance to actually see the Black Widow in person before putting a bullet through her heart was too good to pass up.

Years and years of work was going to finish up tomorrow and once the Widow was out of the picture, Bucky knew he had a chance at getting out of this particular job. No need for the Winter Soldier to stay under cover suburban when the only person who was a viable threat would be eliminated. No need for Bucky to keep listening to Natasha drone on about this seasons fashion pieces once he was free to move around again. No need to keep wearing the photostatic skin and hiding who he really was once he didn’t have to play golf with the assholes in the other cul de sac.

No need to--

“Bucky?” Natasha paused at their door. “You haven’t said a word the entire walk. Everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, doll.” He said quickly. “And I think you’re right. The summer line jewel tones are great, you look real pretty. Bout enough to make a fella half crazy.”

“Hmm.” Natasha’s eyes flashed in interest and for a split second she almost looked like the Natasha he’d fallen for that night on the beach, but then it fell away and that irritatingly bland smile replaced the spark. “I bought you a new tooth brush, did you see?”

“Yeah, hon.” Bucky quiet a sigh and pushed the door open for her. “Yeah, I saw. Thank you. Dunno what I’d do without you.”

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Friday

“How are you feeling?” Maria handed Natasha her favorite rifle. “Ready to kill someone?”

“Ridiculously ready to kill someone.” Natasha blew her bangs off her forehead and tugged to loosen the collar at her jacket. “It's a thousand degrees out here, the hostage we’re watching deserves a bullet for being a piece of shit, but instead I have to sit here and wait for the Winter Soldier to maybe show up. Yeah, I’m ready to kill someone.”

“Target is already acquired, we found a sniper’s nest here on the other side of the ridge.” Maria showed Natasha the computer specs. “No indication we’ve been spotted, you picked an excellent spot.”

“I always do.” Natasha brought the rifle up to her shoulder and checked the scope. “Come on Winter, you bastard. Show me your face so I can put a hole through it.”

“You are intense today.” Maria commented. “Date night sex this week was less satisfying than usual?”

“I’m just counting down the hours until I can make a call to Fury and get out of this stupid domestic assignment.” Natasha was grateful the gun blocked most of her face because Maria always knew when she was lying. “Life in the suburbs is not all it’s cracked up to be.”

“No shit.” Maria snorted. “Go home and get one last ride from the Bronco and cut those ties. I’ll take you Vegas and we’ll blow off some steam--”

She shut up when Natasha raised her hand, hunkered down and lifted her own specs.

“I see you.” Natasha whispered, zeroing in on the tiny figure over a thousand yards away, dark hair and pale skin and the undeniable outline of a heavy duty sniper rifle over his shoulder. “You frosty bastard, you are--”

***

“--mine.” Bucky dialed in his scope and stuck crosshairs over the vaguely humanoid shape he knew had to be the Widow. No one else would be at this exact spot at this exact moment, no way anyone else would have access to the same information about the hostage hand off and he knew the Widow wouldn’t be able to resist such a sweet bag.

“You are mine, you red haired green eyed little--” Bucky froze when the Widow shifted into clearer focus and her head covering fell away. “...no.”

***

“Take the shot.” Maria whispered when Natasha sucked in a harsh breath and took her finger off the trigger. “Tasha, what are you waiting for?”

“That son of a bitch.” she breathed. “How in the fuck…”

***

“Barnes, take the fucking shot, we’ve been tracking this girl for years! Take the shot!”

“I-- I can’t.” Bucky dropped the gun like it was burning his fingers, ducked back behind the rocky outcropping and drove his fingers into his hair. “Shit, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t.” he said again, and ignored the string of black curses as Rumlow called in the failed mission. “Christ, I just can’t. I can’t--”

He dug his phone out from his pocket and dialed Tasha’s number, held it up to his ear and closed his eyes and prayed…

***

“Your husband is calling.” Maria whispered next to Natasha. “Take the shot, answer the phone, let’s get on with our life.

“Let it go to voicemail.” Natasha tightened her grip on the rifle and kept staring down the sights at Bucky, her heart in her throat and tears pricking behind her eyes. “Let it go to voicemail.”

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Leather Jackets and Glasses: CHAPTER FOUR

This is a pretty long chapter. Probably the longest one in the series. Enjoy.

“Where have you been?”

My father asks me as I step out of the car.

“Somewhere.” I reply as I walk into the house passed him. I wasn’t in the mood for his arguing. I had been thinking of something on my way home, but I didn’t feel like asking him now. “Listen here.”, he grabs my upper arm, “I will NOT tolerate you coming here at this hour. Do you know how dangerous it is out there? And you had not one of your friends with you.” “Ugh dad, I’m not in the mood right now. Plus its not even that late, why are you making such a big deal outta this?”, I ask him. “Because...”, he sighs and lets go of my arm. I’m shocked right now. Why is he so worked up for me coming in at 7pm? “Come into my office. There’s something we need to discuss.”

I nod and follow him to the office. We enter and see Mike with a couple of guys talking. “Everyone but Mike leave.”, my father orders them. They men leave, leaving me with my father and his right hand. “Dad what’s going on?” I ask him. He rests his head in his hands and I look to Mike. He has his head down too.

“Zeke found us.”

My eyes widen at those words. Zeke? Here? “How? We left no trace.” “I don’t know either. I wiped everything from the computors and burned the place down. But right now, Y/n, he might send someone after you. I can’t risk you going to school. You’re gonna stay here under my supervision at all times.”, he tells me sternly. “WHAT? Dad, no. I can’t do that. I have stuff to do at school. I got finals coming up and prom. I can protect myself. I have Mikasa too, the strongest out of all of us.” I say. “I dont care. you’re staying here.” I start to panic. No, I won’t let him do this. “Dad, dont let him have the winning card here. If he sees me at school, he will think that you have your guard down when actually you keep on eye on us.. This might make it easier for you in finding him. He would be exposed. You guys can keep an eye on the school too. Dad, he is going to need time. he is not going to take me so quickly.” I plead with him. “Please dad. Its my last year. Dont let him take this away from me too.”When I said that my dad lifted his head up. He knew what I was talking about. Mike watches us, quietly. He hadn’t said a word to us. But he knew better than to interrupt us. My dad sighs and wakes up and walks towards me.“I’m gonna have eyes on you at all times. Dont you dare try anything funny. Keep your knuckleduster with you and the emergency phone. I’m not losing you too.”He quickly pulls me into a hug which i return. “Dont worry. I won’t let him.” We pull apart and my dad tells Mike to escort me to my room. Mike and I walk up the stairs when I start speaking.

-You seem quiet.

-I’m thinking.

-Hmm. I wonder how he found out, Mike.

-Are you scared?

-Hell no. That bastard can come at me with all his got and i will fuck him up. The only advantage he has is his size. He’s fucking 6 ft .

We walk to me room and i open my door to see Mikasa sitting on my bed. “Kasa!” I hug her. “Hey, Y/n.” “What are you doing here?” “Your dad told me to stay here for you . Also you left school early so I-“

Iquickly close her mouth with my hand. I look at Mike and he makes a zipper motion with his finger on his mouth and closes the door. “Where were you?” She asks when I remove my hand. “I was at Levi’s.” I say with a smile. Mikasa’s widen her eyes in shock. “No way. You finally did it, good job.” “Shut up. He invited me to dinner and...asked me to prom.”Mikasa does something I never thought she would EVER do: squeal. “Oh my god! Really?? Whoa!!” She says excited. I smile and sigh. “You heard about Zeke I presume?”, I ask her as I make the air bed for her. She nods. “I have no idea how he found us. Dad said he wiped and burned everything. It just..doesn’t make sense.”, I say confused. “Unless..”, Mikasa starts to say as she helps with the blanket.

“There’s a traitor.” She tells me. I pick my head and look at her. “You think so? But who in their right head would betray The Scouts?”, I ask her. Mikasa shakes her shoulders. “Dunno. Just a theory. But I’m gonna stick with that theory.”We stayed up all night talking about the future with each other and..boys. “So Jean seems pretty handsome lately,huh?” I ask her slyly as I watch her tense up. “With his long hair and growing beard.” I scratch my chin and raise my eyebrows at her. She drinks her Cola but she’s blushing. “I KNEW IT! You like him back, huh?” “No that’s not it. You described him like he was so hot I couldn’t help it.” She makes a pathetic excuse. “Oh please. Anyway would be fooled by your stoicness, but I can see that you’re blushing.”, I say which makes her choke on her drink. Have a taste of your own medicine. “Ok enough about me. Tell me about Levi.” “What’s there to say? He’s a guy. He’s cute. And I’m going to prom with him.” “Yeah. But there’s more to it. I know there is.Because you said that you weren’t gonna be involved with anyone this year. Just admit it already. You like him.” “I won’t until you admit you like Jean.”She blushes. And looks down.

-Touché

We laugh and we got ready for bed. Mikasa was out in about a minute while I laid down and thought about Levi. But my thoughts of him were quickly thrown out the window when I suddenly thought of Zeke. That son of a bitch. The things he did. He kidnapped me twice and if it weren’t for my dad stepping in, I swear I would’ve been dead or raped. I need to be careful tomorrow. I’ll tell Mikasa to keep on eye on everyone. Shit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tuesday.

Mikasa and I made our way to school. But before we could go we stopped by Marco’s. “Hey bro”, I greet him happily. He smiles back at me. “Hey Y/n. Hi Mikasa.” She nods at him. “Came for breakfast?”, he asks me as he goes to ready the coffee machine. “Haha no. Just four cups of coffe to go please.” I tell him the order. He nods and Mikasa and I make our way to one of the tables to wait. We play with our phones when I hear the bell ring on the door to the cafe ring. I look up and I smile. Levi. “Good morning Levi. The usual?” “Yeah. Thanks.” He says and pays for his drink. As he turns around he catches my eye. I smile and wave at him. He waves back and comes towards our table. “Hey Y/n.” He greets me and Mikasa suddenly looks up. “Oh hey to you too Mikasa.” “Oh it’s just you. Hey Levi.” She replies to him and she returns to her game.

“Morning Levi. Wanna join us?”, I ask him. “Uh sure. Thanks.” He pulls out a chair and sits next to me. “Thanks for dinner last night. It was great.” I tell him. He smiles. “You’re welcome anytime, Y/n.” He looks at me. I’m taken back with his sincerity. He really got me whipped, huh? We stare at each other for a while when Marco comes with our drinks. “A black tea for Levi and four cups of coffee for the ladies.” He places the drinks down. “Alright, kiddos. Get to school now.”Marco tells us. “Chasing me out already, bro?”, I playfully ask him. “Oh wait. Yeah let me leave before your mother makes a big deal about me being here again.”My smile starts to turn into a frown and so does Marco’s. “Y/n. She has been asking about you.” “Yeah well I don’t care anymore. See you bro. Thanks for the coffee.” The three of us start to leave when Levi grabs my upper arm.

“Hey, uhm. Do you want to, perhaps, ride with me to school?”, he asks me. I smile and look at Mikasa. “Go. I’ll give the idiots their coffee. See you two at school.”

She says and takes the coffee from my hands. I turn to Levi and we make our way to his car. I jump into the passenger seat and Levi jumps into the drivers seat. He takes a sip of his tea and puts it into his cup holder.

“Wow. Car’s really nice.” I compliment him. “Thanks. I hardly use it since Farlan usually takes us everywhere.” “Why is he not here?” “Isabel picked him up. So I was forced to use this car. I’m glad I got to though.” “Why?”, I ask him as I sip my coffee.

“You.”

He answers simply and starts to drive. I smile behind the cup. For a shy guy, he’s quite smooth.

“Oh. By the way, I heard you called Marco “bro?” You two related?” He asks me. I nod. “Yeah. He is my half-brother. We have the same mother. But due to unfortunate circumstances, my mother didn’t want anything to do with me and so three years after having me, she left me with my dad. But we made our relationship work because no matter what happened between our parents it wasn’t our fault. So we became close. He’s practically my best friend.”, I reply smiling. Levi sneaks a quick glance to me and smiles back. “I’m sorry your mom did that to you. Was that...why you were so uneasy at dinner?”, he asks. “Yeah. A bit. Your mom’s cooking was really good.” He smiles at that. “Now you have a reason to come over.” Levi says. I laugh. He really was great.

Levi drives us to school with “Doubt” by Twenty One Pilots playing on his radio. I chuckle which captures his attention.

“What’s funny?”, he asks me as he turns into our school parking lot. “I didn’t take you for a TØP fan to be honest.” “Oh. Well I’m full of surprises, Y/n.” He smirks at me. I smile. He parks the car and we jump out. Levi gets his bag from his boot and comes to walk with me.

“Y/n, where’s your bag?” He asks me. “In the car. I’ll get it when I see Mikasa.” We walk into school and I see Mikasa with my two idiots. “Kasa!”, I yell at her to get her attention. She nods her head at me. “Y/n! I got your bag for you!”, an excited Eren comes up to me and gives me my bag. “Oh thanks.” Suddenly, I remembered that I need to speak with them. “Uh, what do we have first?”, I ask Mikasa. “The three of us have History while you have Physics.” I smile at Levi. That’s the class we have together. “I’ll see you in class?”, I ask him. Levi’s expression suddenly turns to a sad one. Shit I guess he wanted to walk with me to class. But that expression doesn’t last when he smiles a small smile at me. “Sure. I’ll save your seat.” “Thanks.”I tell him and gesture to outside for my gang. They follow me, leaving Levi to watch me go.

We make our way by the dumpsters on the side of the school. “I assume you two already heard about Zeke finding us?”,I ask Eren and Jean. Jean nods his head, pissed off. While Eren nods, slowly. Oh fuck. He wasn’t here the last time. “Alright, Eren. Since you don’t know I’m going to tell you who Zeke is. He is the leader of a rival gang of The Scouts. The name of his gang is called The Free. Stupid name, filled with stupid members. The last time he found us, he threatened my father for 50 million dollars and used me as a bargain. He captured me and tortured me. Not bad but..” I pull up my sleeve. “He gave me some pretty hectic cuts and burns.” My inner arm is filled with marks and scars. It’s part of the reason I use long sleeves and jackets all the time. Jean and Mikasa turn their head away from the scene. It was still a bad memory for them. Losing me.

“That’s not all. If my dad and The Scouts were a minute late in rescuing me, Zeke would’ve raped me and possibly killed me. They took care of him by beating the fuck outta him and lighting his place on fire. To keep us safe, my dad wiped out all info on us on the computers and burned our old house down and we all vanished from Shiganshina. Now, we got new information saying that Zeke made his way here, to Rose in order for revenge. That means that I’m in danger. If I’m correct in my allegations, Zeke will use someone who we don’t know to spy on me and report back to him. That means all of you should keep an eye out on anyone suspicious. Is that clear?”

I ask them. They all nod. “Good. Let’s go. Bell rang.”We all start to walk into school when Eren stops us. “Wait, so Y/n..” We all turn to him. “What is it, Eren?” “If you said that you removed all evidence from you being in Shiganshina, doesn’t that mean somebody told him you were here? Like..” “A traitor.” Mikasa continues his sentence. I look at Mikasa.

“Yeah, exactly. Listen, I know I haven’t been part of The Scouts for a while, but this seems a little fishy to me.” Eren says as he scratches his head. He and Mikasa had the same idea. And I’m sure Jean thought it too. Which means, I need to bring that up to my dad. But later. Now is school. “Alright. I’ll think about it. Remember what I said and be careful today. I’ll see you all later.” I wave goodbye and we part ways to our respective classes. I go to physics and I see Levi sitting with his bag on my chair. I walk up and Levi sees me. He instantly smiles and moves his bag.

“Hey, you. I thought you got into another fight. Everything okay?”, he asks me. I nod my head, smiling back to him. “Very funny, brainiac. But yes, I’m fine. Thanks.” “Alright, listen up.” Our professor starts to say. Levi puts on his glasses and starts to open his textbook. God, he looks so cute with those on. “On Friday, there will be a test on Newton’s Laws of Motion. One hour, 60 marks. I want you all prepared. This will be part of your final grade.” Oh shit. Damn. Fuck. How am I supposed to cram all that work in a span on two days? I start to panic when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey.”, Levi says softly. I look to him. “Want to study together?” He asks me. I smile. Of course he would ask. I was going to but he made my life easier. I nod. “Yeah.” “Ok. Now turn to page 89 of your textbook and do exercise 6.3. It’s a good revision exercise. Get to it.” Our professor orders us to do it. I look at the question and answer the stuff I know. Like the definitions.

1. Define Newton’s Second Law of Motion.

Easy. Newton’s second law of motion states that if a net force acts upon an object, the object will accelerate in the direction of that force.

I look at it and then at Levi’s work. Jesus, he is already on the fifth question. I nudge his shoulder.

“Hey.”, I softly say. He picks his head up looks back at me. “Whats up? Need some help?” “Uh yeah. Check this definition for me?” I hand him my book and he reads over it. He furrows his eyebrows. “Out of two marks, you would only get one.” I widen my eyes and my mouth opens. “Wha- Why?” “Well, see. You got the first part. The one about it moving. But then now, you have to state the proportions. So..”He takes out his pencil and writes.

“The acceleration is then directly proportional to the net force and inversely proportional to the mass of the object.” He finishes. “Ohhhhhh. Ok I get it now. Thank you.” “No problem. So, do you know how to do the calculations?”

I look at the questions. Question 2 was to draw free body diagrams which I knew and the third one was on frictional force. What the hell is this?

“Uh....no.” I say softly, and a little embarrassed. “Sorry.” I say to Levi which made him raise an eyebrow. “Why are you apologizing? Come on. I’ll help you. Step by step, okay? You first need to understand what the question is asking you...”

Levi and I spent the whole period doing the examples from the exercise and more. I learnt so much in those 55 minutes than I did in two years of that class.

“Is this right?”, I ask him, handing my book to him for him to check. I see him looking at it, pulling his calculator out to check it. When he was done, he smiles and looked at me. “Yes. You did it. You got it right.” “Yes!” I say a bit too loudly and people turn to look at us. I cover my mouth and look at Levi. His cheeks are red. I laugh a little. “Good job, crazy.” “Thank you, brainiac.” We tease each other. Bell rings and I pack my bag. I feel someone bump into me.

“What do you have now?” Levi asks me. I take out my phone and look at my timetable. “French. You?” “English. Come on, I’ll walk you to your class.” I smile and sling my bag over my shoulder and walk out with him. When all of a sudden.. “Mr Ackerman.” Our professor calls him. “Yes, Professor?” May I speak with you for a moment? Alone.” Levi looks at me and I smile. “It’s okay. I’ll catch up with you later, alright?” “Okay.” I leave him and walk to my class. Well that’s what he thinks. I actually stayed behind to spy on the convo. Bad, I know, but I couldn’t help it. I hear the professor speak.

“How are you, Levi?”, he asks him. “I’m good. Getting late for my class though.” I snicker. Levi...

“I know. This won’t take long. Plus it’s not you will miss out on work. Anyway, I see you and Y/n getting comfortable with each other.” I make a confused face. What did I have to do with anything?

“Not that it’s any of anyone’s business, I’ve been helping her with work. Why?” He asks him. “Levi, you’re a good boy. A star student. I don’t want your name to be dragged down because of that girl. She’s not good news.” He tells Levi. I knew it. I knew from the beginning that that professor had some grudge against me.

“Sir, with all due respect, you don’t know her. She’s a good person and is trying hard to get her marks good so she could get out of this shit school where all people do is judge each other.” Levi defends me. I feel myslef blush. The professor speaks again. “Levi, she is part of a gang. A bad one at that. You could get in danger. I’m just worried abou-..” “No need to worry about me, sir. I’ll be fine. Now if we are done here I’ll be going.”

I quickly run down the hall to my class and go to my seat. I sigh. That professor is right, as much I hate to admit it. If Levi gets involved with me I might get him into trouble or worse. And with Zeke in town, Levi could get in serious danger.

The day drags itself until lunchtime. I walk out of my class and to the cafeteria. I see Mikasa and Jean sitting next to each other and laughing. Mikasa? Laughing? With Jean? “Don’t like him”, my ass.

“Hey guys. Whatcha doing?”, I ask which made Jean flinch. “Jesus Y/n, don’t sneak up on us like that.”, he says as he holds his chest. “Aww did I scare you? Sowi.” I mock him. I sit across them and look around. “Guys where’s Eren?” I ask them. “Went for a piss. He shot down that coffee like his life depended on it.”, Jean says as takes a bite of his fries. Mikasa giggles. That “joke” wasn’t even funny. I squint my eyes at her and she captures me looking and suddenly goes to her usual face.

“Yeah, so anyway. Did you guys see anyone suspicious lately?”, they shake their head. I sigh. God when is this shit going to stop? I think about my dad, Marco and everyone I think that could be in danger. But I’m quickly drawn away from my thoughts when I feel an arm around my shoulders. “Hi Y/n”

Reiner says. “Get your filthy hands off of me.”, I tell him. He doesn’t move. “Aww come on, baby. I haven’t seen you in ages. Let me just savour this moment.”, he says as he moves closer. Alright, that’s it.

“Reiner! Get your fucking hands off of me before I break them!”, I shout at him. Everyone in the cafeteria turn to look at us. I don’t even care, I just need this asshole away from me. “Reiner leave her alone, man.” “Yeah Reiner” some people start to say to him. He grinds his teeth and let’s go of me. He wakes up and starts to leave, but before he dies he leans down and whispers in my ear “You’re gonna pay for this.” And leaves. I scoff and flip him off. “Y/n what did he say?”, Mikasa asks me. I shake my head and tell her nothing to concern herself about.

Little did I know, Levi saw that whole fiasco and he runs up to our table. “Y/n. Hey. Are you okay?”, he asks me. I smile at him and nod. “I’m fine. Join us?”, I offer to him. Levi looks behind him and sees Isabel, Farlan and Hange sitting down. I follows his eyes. “Oh. It’s alright. You don’t have to sit with us. I see your friends waiting for you.”, I smile and tell him. “How about you come join me?”, he offers. I laugh. “Yeah. I’m sure these two won’t mind. Will you?”, I ask Jean and Mikasa. The shake their heads and I make my way with Levi to his table. Isabel looks up to us. “Hi, Y/n!”, she shouts happily. “Hi Izzy. Hi everyone.”, I say. They all greet me and I sit down next to Levi. “Say, Y/n.”, Farlan starts to say as he wipes Isabelle’s mouth, “Have you heard of the proms theme?” “Actually, no. What is it?” “A Dark Romance. The people in 12-5 came up with it. Pretty neat if you ask me.” Dark romance,huh? I look at Levi while he scrolls through his phone. “Whatcha doin’?” I ask as I lean towards him. It was almost funny how fast his cheeks went red. “Just looking through Instagram. See this.” he shows me some stuff. We all chat until the intercom goes off, surprising all of us.

Attention. Attention. Y/n L/n to the principal’s office with your bag. Y/n L/n to the principal’s office with your bag. Thank you.

I widen my eyes and look at Jean and Mikasa. “Oh are you going home early?”, Levi asks me. I shake my head. My guard is up right now. Dad never picked me up from school unless it was an emergency. “Levi. Whatever happens, I’m glad you asked me to prom”, I say which confuses him. “Y/n what’s going-..” I quickly place my lips on his and kiss him. It’s quick one. But it lasted long enough. I pull away and grab my bag and head to the office. Jean and Mikasa are quick to follow with Eren.

“Whoa Levi! She just kissed you!”, Isabel says happily. Farlan and Hange are bombarding him with questions but Levi just stays silent. He’s stunned. Sitting there, red faced he reaches to touch his lips. The feeling doesn’t last long when he realizes what she just said. “Whatever happens”...What is happening?

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<-Chapter Three

Here is the fourth chapter. Feel free to message or comment if you want to be part of the taglist. Thanks for reading!

-Caddy

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Out of Action or Lessons to be Learnt

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This Passage Contains Potentially: swearing, violence, blood, angst, whump, fluff and smutty content. Chapter-specific warning: This chapter contains mention of pregnancy symptoms such as morning sickness, and food cravings as well as mood swings

Summary: Kirby tries to survive the new developments in her life, Rod becoming slightly overprotective doesn't really help much.

Kirby's POV:

After the show on Sunday (24th June) Roddy decided to invite Orton and Schultz out to dinner with us.

"So you got your woman pregnant?"

"Yes, David. Why'd you ask?" I answered for Roddy

"When's it due?"

"Well, Schultzy," I had to do some calculations in my head, "Around the end of next Feb."

"So, Rod, Kirby, y'all got any ideas for names yet?" Orton quizzed

"I ain't got no names, you got any names, Kirbs?"

"I like the name 'Casey' it's a good, neutral name, y'know."

"Your woman's a quicker thinker than you, boy."

"Yeah, Rod, ya married a feisty one."

"As Kirby'll tell ya lads, it's a marriage of equals."

We finished our meals, paid and left, heading to the next show. Tuesday, Twenty-Sixth, Providence, Rhode Island. Then the next show, Wednesday, Twenty-Seventh, Columbus, Ohio. After the Wednesday show Rod and myself spent some time with Orndorff and Orton. Then the next show, Thursday, Twenty-Eighth, Rod was meant to do a show in Dayton, Ohio, without me but he no-showed.

"Rod, McMahon called, something about a show in Dayton?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell them I was looking after you."

"Roddy, I'm fine, you should've done the show."

"Kirbs, I care more about making sure ya alright than doing every show, I need to know that you're okay."

"Roderick. Would you listen to me?!"

"Kirby, don't you go telling me what to do!"

Rod had gotten right up into my face, soon he seemed to notice the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Kirby, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Woah, Rod. Rod, it's alright, you're okay, Hon. Roddy, come here."

I pulled him into my arms, feeling him gently caress my stomach.

"Kirbs, d'ya think I'll make a good father?"

"Of course you'll make a good father, Rod."

The following day, the moment I woke up I had to rush to the bathroom and throw up, Rod rushed in after me, checking that I was alright and helping me clean myself off. We had to attend a show in Elizabeth, New Jersey the next day. The next show after that was Tuesday, the Second of July, Glen Falls, New York, after the show Rod asked me to come with him to a local bar to meet an 'old friend' of his, or in other words, Rod was asking me to keep him calm.

"Kirby, this is Greg 'The Hammer' Valentine. Greg, my beautiful wife, Kirby Piper."

"You're the gal I keep hearing about from people."

"Well, that depends on what you've heard."

"I heard that you were, or are, pregnant."

"That's true," Orton butted in, "Rod and I got told that on TV."

"Yeah, Piper's Pit, last month. I'm glad you found yourself a person who makes you happy, Rod."

"I, uh, I watched the matches you two had in Eighty-three."

"What did you think of them?"

"They're good, excellent even, though, the dog collar match. I can't watch that ever again."

"Why not?"

"Cause I worry about you, every time I watch it, Roddy."

The next show was Thursday, the fifth, in Hazelton, Pennsylvania. Jimmy Snuka and Roddy. I accompanied Rod to ringside, grabbing a seat at ringside. I had to run to the back about five minutes into the match. Rod rushed to the back after me, I could hear him getting counted out.

"Kirbs, Kirby, are you alright?"

"Rod, Rod, c'mere you idiot."

"Ya tired, Honey?"

I placed my forehead in the crook of his neck, "I'm exhausted right now."

"C'mon, I'll take ya back to the hotel and let ya rest."

Rod drove us back to the hotel and Orndorff stopped by with a new guy.

"Hi Paul."

"Hey, Kirbs, are you alright?"

"I'm better than earlier."

"She was non-stop apologising to me on the way here. Adrian, this is my wonderful wife, Kirby."

"Hi, you're, uhm, Dick Murdoch's tag partner?"

"Yeah, Adrian Adonis, nice to meet ya."

"Kirby Piper, pleasure to meet you too, Adrian. Rod?"

"Yes honey?"

"Can I slap Snuka?"

Rod let out a chuckle, "If you want to, hon. It would make my day."

Orndorff and Adonis shared a knowing look before Paul spoke up.

"Why do you two want to attack Snuka?"

"Because he's a dickhead." I stated flatly before covering my mouth in shock, "I didn't mean to say that."

"Why not, you're right. If he hurts or threatens you, he's dead meat, honey."

"Rod, don't. You can't be in your children's life if you're locked away in prison."

"Children, plural?"

"We all know that this child ain't gonna be the last." Adrian added

"True. Thank you Adrian."

"So, what was your reaction to the pregnancy, Kirby?"

"Uhm, well, if I'm honest with you, Adrian, at first I couldn't believe it. I think my first words were 'oh no'."

"Your first reaction was 'Oh no'?" Rod stated, sounding slightly hurt

"Rod, I wrestle for a living. Pregnancy lasts between eight and ten months. That means I'm out for a long while."

"Alright. Alright."

"I love you, Roddy."

After Orndorff and Adonis left Rod changed his focus back to me.

"C'mere you," He pulled me towards him, chest to chest, before kissing me roughly and backing me towards the bed, "You sexy goliath."

"You are such a hot head, Roderick."

"You married me though, didn't ya." He hoisted my leg, pressing his groin into mine.

"As if I'd turn you down, my love."

On Saturday (the seventh) I was at ringside, watching Roddy lose by DQ, the moment Rod left the ring he walked over to me, pulling me to my feet only to dip me into a kiss.

After the show we went back to the hotel with Valentine, Adonis and Orndorff.

Me and Paul were in the hotel room just chatting away when we heard a crash from the hallway, followed by several smaller crashes and then a banging at the door.

Greg threw the door open and Paul helped get Adrian and Roddy inside.

"What the fuck happened?"

The room went silent and Greg went to get help as me and Paul watched over Adrian and Roddy.

"Roddy."

No response. I took my shirt off (a plain white T-shirt, which would not be white for much longer) and used it to try and stem the bleeding from the cut on his outer thigh.

"Rod."

He groaned in a pained response

"Roderick, talk to me."

We spent the night in the hospital, Rod needed stitches to the wound on his thigh and Adrian needed stitches to the wound on his right pectoral, Adrian would be in the hospital for two days at the least and both would be back in action by Friday.

Jesse came to visit and Rod introduced him to me and vice versa, introducing me as 'My beloved wife, the mother of my unborn child and the woman who saved my life, twice.'

While Rod slept off the pain in his leg, Jesse raised some questions to me.

"Did you see him get hurt?"

"No, Jesse, I saw the injury after Valentine dropped him on the bed."

"How long have you two been together?"

"We've known each other since January, Schultz introduced us. We started dating each other at the end of January, from the twentieth. Got married on the first of June, not too long after that, he got me pregnant."

"This is the, second, time."

"Second time for what?"

"Roddy being injured."

"Yeah, same leg too."

"Some fans are fucking insane."

"I'm just glad they haven't gone after me, Rod would lose his mind if anything happened to me, or the baby."

"You should hear him in the locker room."

"He's always talking about me?"

"Always, usually to Adonis. Those two are usually stuck to each other by the hip. If he's not with Adonis, he's with Orton, or Schultz, or Orndorff, or Valentine, or even me."

"He constantly talks about me?"

"Either you, or more recently, the baby."

"He's the kindest, most respectful man, I've ever met, Jesse."

"Thank you, baby." Rod mumbled out.

"Roddy," I jumped slightly, rushing from Jesse's side to sit next to Rod on the hospital bed, "Are you alright, my love."

"C'mere," Rod pulled me in, lazily and sloppily kissing me on the lips.

"I, uh, I got you guys this," Jesse handed Roddy a book, "I know it's early, but you can never be too prepared y'know."

After Roddy was released from the hospital, we decided to spend the night alone.

"Roddy, I, good God I don't want this to come off as if I'm scared. Rod, I don't want to let you out of my sight."

"Kirbs, come here," He pulled me into a hug, "If I never let you outta my sight, then ya never have to let me out of your sight."

We slept and I got up earlier than Rod, I did my morning routine before deciding to flick through the parenting book that Jesse gave us.

Around half an hour later I finished going through the book and heard Rod yawn and the hotel bed creak under his weight.

"Morning."

"What a beautiful sight to wake up to."

"Roderick, you charmer. How's the leg, my love?"

"Slowly getting better. Kirbs?"

"Uh huh?"

"Damien said that, your Da, called him, as in Damien. We need to go to our place and pick some stuff up that your Mam and Da sent over."

"If we leave after you get dressed, we can get home, spend Tuesday and Wednesday there and then drive to the show on Thursday so we can be there for Friday."

"I love how your brain works."

"I love you too, Rod."

By the time we got back to the house it had actually taken us around a day and a half, we reached the house, got what mail had accumulated and left for the show in Chicago, getting to a hotel on Thursday night.

I had separated the mail into four stacks, bills, family mail, fan letters, and unsorted as of yet.

"Bills, fan letter, fan letter, somethin' from my family, fan letter, fan letter, family mail, bill."

"Kirbs?"

"Cannae talk right now, Rod. Family mail, fan letter, fan letter, fan letter, family mail."

"Kirby?"

"Cannae talk right now, Roddy. Bill, Bill, fan letter, bill, family mail, fan letter, fan letter."

"Kirby, my love, Kirby?"

"I Can nae talk right now Roderick. Fan letter, Fa-"

Rod cut me off by grabbing my face and kissing me roughly.

"Kirby, you can go through that later, right now, ya need ta sleep, baby."

While Rod was doing the show, I stayed at the hotel, and went through all the mail. I ended up going to a local supermarket and an ATM in order to pay the bills, sending money off to each company and opening my fan letters, many of which were actually hate mail, ignoring the hatred of both me and my husband, I opened some of the mail my family had sent, most of which were small boxes of my things or wedding presents.

Rod walked in with Jesse and Adrian close behind him.

"Oh, there's ma beautiful wife."

"Did ya win, love?"

"Double disqualification."

"Oh, Hon."

"No, it's fine. What's in the mail babe?"

"I've dealt with the bills, uhm, wedding gifts from my family, some of my old stuff from my younger years. I've put most of it in the back of the D200. I haven't opened your fan mail."

"Kirby?"

"Yes, Adrian."

"How's the baby?"

"The baby's fine. How are you guys doing?"

"We're good, Kirbs" Jesse stated, rather matter-of-factly.

We spent around an hour hanging out with Jesse and Adrian before Jesse departed, Adrian stayed with me while Rod went out to get the boys some beer.

"So, Roddy's good to you?"

"Yeah, He's the best man I've ever had in my life. He's not possessive, he's rather protective, especially when he's jealous, he tries his hardest to make sure I'm happy and the baby's okay."

"You know, he's my best friend, right?"

"I suspected that you two were close after seeing you guys stick around each other at a couple shows."

The door swung open and Rod placed an ice cold beer against Adrian's neck.

"Hey, hey. stop that man."

"Boys, don't fight, especially when there's a pregnant woman nearby."

"I'm sorry baby, c'mere."

Rod put the rest of the six pack on the floor and walked over to me, kissing me gently on the forehead and then on the lips, several times, getting needier every time and deepening the kiss, backing me up until he could straddle my lap before realising what he was doing.

"Sorry about that, Adrian. I got a bit carried away. She is the most attractive woman I've ever met."

"Nah, don't worry about it, you two are married. You should show that you love each other, you've got a kid on the way and before ya know it, you'll be parents. Ya kids have gotta know that ya love each other, and that love is meant to be shown, ya know."

END OF OUT OF ACTION or LESSONS TO BE LEARNT

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DESIRE

Part 49

Paul returned about 30 minutes later to find Joe a wreck. He was gleaming with sweat, his hair wet and a mess of his own cum in front of him. He looked desperate as Paul came towards him. “Messy boy, look at this.”

“Please…no more.” Joe begged, his eyes pleading for mercy as his body trembled. Paul felt sorry for him and switched the machine off. The room fell silent, apart from Joe’s panting. His body slumped as much as his restraints would allow. “Jesus baby, the sybian really did a number on you this time.” Paul observed, starting to undo the shackles around his ankles. His legs hung limply on either side of the bench. Next he undid his arms and then next it was the collar. Joe leaned onto Paul’s front as he tried to regain his composure. “Let’s get you off this thing.” For the first time that he could remember, Paul lifted Joe over his shoulder and set him on the bed. He fell back onto the pillow, still breathing heavily. He looked weak. Paul retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge and uncapped it.

“Here, drink this.” He instructed, lifting his head. Joe weakly swallowed a few mouthfuls. “You OK?”

Joe nodded slowly. “It was too much. I thought I was going to pass out at one point.”

“Like one of your blackouts?” He asked, leading Joe to nod. “I’ll have to bear that in mind next time. You managed to get that looked into yet?”

“No Sir. To be honest, It’s kinda embarrassing trying to explain it to someone.” Joe explained.

“I worry about you. Stay here and I’ll run you a nice bath. Keep drinking the water.” Paul kissed him on the forehead and left the room. Joe lay there for the next five minutes or so, still feeling his insides tremble. He was starting to get some feeling back in his anus. Paul returned a few moments later. “C’mon baby.” He held onto Joe as he escorted him into the ensuite, easing him into the bath. “There, gently.”

Joe lay back, resting his head on the rim. “Want me to leave you to it?” Paul checked. “Please stay.” Joe reached for his hand. “Of course babe.” Paul eventually got in and sat behind him, massaging his back, cleaning him and finished up by washing his hair. “Thank you Sir. You’re always so good to me.” Joe said turning to face him. “Even when I’m beating the crap outta you and wearing you out to the point you can barely stand?” Paul joked.

“There’s always a reason for it and regardless of how I am in that moment, I always feel better for it. Even though I don’t always look it.” Paul stroked his cheek tenderly. “I’m just glad you’re willing to put up with me. I don’t know what I’d be doing without you right now. Work’s so stressful and sometimes I just feel like I’m losing my mind.” Paul confessed. “I know. I see how it gets to you sometimes…” Joe started. “You’ve been on the receiving end of my moods lately and I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok-” Paul cut Joe off “It’s not though. I want you to speak up if you’re not happy…about anything. Your been so good for me. I want you to feel fulfilled. Understand?”

“Yes Sir, I understand. Why now? If you don’t mind my asking?” Joe stroked Paul’s thigh as he said this, trying to keep him soft. “I feel, like sometimes I ask things of you that you might not necessarily be happy with but you’re afraid to say no. Do you agree?”

“I dunno…I guess. I mean, I was nervous about the session in New York. So nervous, I thought I was going to be sick but it wasn’t that bad.” Paul interrupted him “You never told me what happened there…”

Joe blushed “ He’s similar to you in the dominant role. When I kinda realised it, I felt more at ease. It was when he tried to kiss me that when I felt weird. I felt like I was betraying you.”

“You were right to feel that. I never gave him permission to do it. Kissing is off the table with anyone.” Joe had remembered this was the case with Drew. “He just likes to try his luck.”

“I’m sorry Sir.” Joe apologised. “It wasn’t your fault baby. He had you restrained so it’s not like you could fight it.”

“What about this gathering in LA? Have you spoken with your friend who’s holding it?”

“Not yet but I was planning on calling her today. I just want to make sure you’re definitely OK with it. I don’t want to pressure you.”

“As long as you’re there, I’m fine.” Paul leaned in and kissed him. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you.”

That afternoon, they chilled for a little while by the pool. Since his ass was still feeling pretty fragile from the flogging the day before, Joe didn’t go into the pool. He was happy just to lay in the sun lounger and work on his tan. Paul, meanwhile had a couple of meetings for NXT to take care of.

An hour or so had passed and Paul found himself back out by the pool with Joe. “How was your meeting?”

“Good. Just trying to get everything in order for the next Takeover. It’ll be worth it though.”

“Have you heard anything about my match at Clash of Champions yet?” Joe asked gulping a mouthful of water. “Not yet but I should have the Raw draft through in the next day or so. Sometimes, it’s not even worth looking at them since Vince changes then at the last minute most of the time.”

Joe pursed his lips in agreement. He decided to change the subject since he didn’t want to get him worked up. “I managed to get a flight for 11am tomorrow.”

“Good baby, I’m glad you stayed. I really can’t wait to sign off on this house in Tampa. I can make that more of a base for us. I should hear more on Monday or Tuesday. I can build a new dungeon, you can have your own room-”

Joe looked over at him, sitting forward. “My own room?”

“Just in case we have a disagreement. Knowing us, we’ll make up in a few hours.” Paul joked. “I didn’t mean that. I just meant in general, you’re giving me a room there?”

Paul looked at him, puzzled. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, I’m already based in Tampa-” he started. Paul sat up. “Yeah but I want you to stay with me when I’m there, which will be a lot.” He noticed a small smile creep onto Joe’s face. “I want this to be our place babe.”

“Are you sure?” Joe checked. “Of course I’m sure.”

“I just…I just don’t want you to get tired of me, is all.” Paul gave a questioning look. “What’s brought this on?”

“Nothing, I just…wasn’t expecting it.” He blushed. “Babe, I want this. For us. I want you to help me to decorate it. I want somewhere nice for us to come back to. It’s so big here. I don’t necessarily need something this size.” He mused. “What are you thinking?” Joe asked. “Well, I need a base here for head office but…I dunno. Let’s just take one thing at a time.” Paul rose to his feet. “I just need to make a phone call.”

“Nadja hey. It’s been a while.” Paul started, closing the door of his office behind himself discreetly. “Hey stranger.” Came her husky German accent. “I was wondering when I’d hear from you.” Paul padded around the room in his bare feet. “It’s been a while hasn’t it.” He smiled fondly. “Michael told me I’d probably hear from you soon.” Paul stopped to look out the window. His eyes fixed on Joe as he lay relaxing on the deck chair. “I’m sure he did.”

“You two. The tension, after all this time.” She laughed gently. “You can’t change him unfortunately. He’ll always be an asshole. An asshole I respect none the less.” Paul sighed as he lowered to his computer chair. “So, you’re coming to my gathering on the 17th yes?”

“I was thinking about it-” He started, leaning back on the chair, palming the back of his head. “What do you mean, thinking about it? You’ve never missed one in a long time. Besides, you wanna see my new pad. It’s to die for.”

“How many people are you planning on having over?” Paul asked. “Well, I don’t want it to get too messy so I’m thinking around 30. That would include you and your new pet.” She remarked.

“Do I sense a bit of jealousy?” Paul sat forward. “How can you tell?” She gave in. “From what Michael has told me, he seems quite the specimen. I’m curious.”

“I bet you are.” His blood started to boil at the thought of Michael telling her about Joe. He peered out the window again, distracted as Joe stood, pacing around the pool, on his phone, wearing only his cut offs. He always found time to marvel at his body “So I can count on you both to be there?”

“We’ll be there. I can’t wait for you to meet him. He’s perfect.” Paul said calmly. “I’m glad. You need someone to keep up with you.”

“Oh, that he does. How’ve you been anyway?” Paul asked starting to pace around the room again. “You know me. Always busy. I just bought this place six months ago and putting my own mark on it. I think you’ll like it.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” After they said their goodbyes, Paul opened his laptop and answered a few emails. It was about 4pm when there was a light knock on the door.

“Yeah?” Paul looked up from the screen as Joe cautiously opened the door. “You OK?” The younger man checked holding on to the door. “Sorry baby, I got carried away with work again.” He apologised with a small smile before rubbing his eyes. “It’s OK. I know you’re busy. I just wanted to see if you need anything.” Paul closed down the screen and stood, stretching. Joe held the door open as he approached. “How could I neglect this face?” Paul cupped his face and planted a kiss on his lips. Joe reciprocated as they stood in the frame. Paul took his hand and lead him into the living room. With a devilish smile, he forced him down on his knees in front of the sofa while he took a seat in front of him. Joe didn’t need to be told. He leaned forward between Paul’s legs and undid his zipper. He lowered his cut offs and pulled out his hard dick. “Good, baby.” He commented as Joe took the head in his mouth, massaging the undershaft with his tongue. Paul’s hands roamed his hair which was in a low loose bun, which he eventually took down, allowing it to tumble down on either side of his face. “So sexy with your hair down like that while you’re sucking my dick.” He could see the smile in Joe eyes as they trailed up to his. “Aww baby.” He said, fisting a handful of hair as he began to fuck his mouth. Trails of drool escaped Joe mouth as he took Paul’s cock. Moans and groans escaped his throat as Paul hit the back. “That’s it, take it.” He urged. “Aww I’m gonna come so hard on that pretty mouth of yours.” That he did, moments later, filling the back of Joe throat with his cum. He watched as Joe devoured it eagerly. “Good boy.

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