#Added the card sleeve bit because she obviously deserves a card sleeve. Always.

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[yourlocalmaraudersbabe]

Hiiii, how are you? 💙 Can I request something fluffy with the marauders? Maybe a sleepover party at Y/n's house? And they also meet her parents and they love the boys 😊 I chose these prompts: “Do you want food?” “It’s 3 am.” and “Tea or hot chocolate?” “Why not both?”. Also congrats, you deserve much more! Your fanfics are amazing and you seem a very nice and friendly person! 💕💕

“I hope you like back rubs then"

Summary: Remus, Sirius, and James show up at your door for a sleepover

A/N: This request was really cute, I kinda wrote it as they were all together and I genuinely love the concept! Thanks for sending it in! Also we were having one of those moments where we just weren’t feeling the love for the rat over here… aka I did not include peter <3

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“What is all this?”

You questioned James, Sirius, and Remus standing at your doorstep, holding pillows and blankets and bags slung across their shoulders.

It had only been a couple hours since you got back to your parents house, bidding your goodbyes to the boys off the Hogwarts Express, leaving behind a great seventh year.

You were going to stay with your parents for a little bit until you could find a little place of your own, maybe even with the people at your front door.

“A surprise sleepover,” James phrased more like a question, still looking for you to say it was okay.

You outstretched your arms, wrapping them all up in a hug just before your mother appeared behind you.

“Who’s at the door, y/n?”

“These are my favorite people,” you said in a daze, glancing between the boys.

While introducing themselves to your mother, you could see it in her eyes that she clearly loved them already. “Oh, why are we standing out here? Come on in,” your mom urged.

She led all of you into the living room where your dad was messing with a deck of playing cards. “Hello there,” he sat up awkwardly in chair.

After a mere ten minutes, your dad was aboard the train of absolutely loving them.

“Um, I was wondering if it’s alright if they sleepover,” you spoke quickly, wanting to get out of the room.

“You boys are welcome anytime,” your dad said.

“We trust you all completely,” your mother added.

“On one condition,” your dad eased. “Your mother and I need a hug as payment.”

“Payment?” you asked, laughing. “I’m not a little kid anymore.”

Your parents held their arms open wide, posing to be completely serious. “You’re always going to be our little kid.”

James and Sirius were biting back laughs. “Yeah, you’re always going to be their little kid, y/n,” Remus teased.

“Oh I think Remus should join the hug too,” your mother insisted. “And I didn’t forget about you two either, James and Sirius.”

The boys wasted no time in all bear hugging you and your parents, letting go laughing.

You went down to your room, shutting your door softly and bracing your back against it.

“I don’t know how you did it, but they literally love you already.”

“Well that makes the whole y/l/n family then, huh?”

“Oh shut up,” you said, collapsing on the bed next to Remus.

He absentmindedly started playing with your hair while the four of you talked about what you wanted to do.

“Can I play music?” Sirius asked, dragging his fingers along the vinyl sleeves.

“Mhm, pick whatever you’d like.”

James helped him pick out a Beatles song before laying down across the foot of your bed.

“Can I paint your nails, Remus?” you asked, sitting up with excitement.

And that’s how you all ended up, hours later, with your nails painted.

“Do you want food?” Sirius asked abruptly.

“It’s three am,” James stated, rubbing his eyes.

Remus yawned, passing it onto you.

You wiped the inevitable water in your eyes, speaking. “I could go snag some food— Oh! Tea or hot chocolate?”

Sirius giggled, something he only did around the four of you. “Why not both?”

Remus groaned, rolling over on his side, his fingers spread apart as he waited for them to dry. “Oh, poor Rem,” you fake sympathized with him, thumbing the side of his face playfully. He shook you off, squirming and laughing.

You and Sirius left the room, walking quietly through the hallway and downstairs, careful not to wake your sleeping parents.

Sirius looped his forefinger around your pinky as you led him to the kitchen. He flipped the light on, and started his search for a teapot. You started on the hot chocolate, pulling out eight mugs.

You sat up on the counter, tilting your head back against the cupboard. Sirius pressed himself next to you, shoulder to shoulder. “You couldn’t just choose, could you?” you asked, gesturing to the absurd amount of glasses on the other side of the kitchen.

“Shh,” he shushed you, holding a finger over his lips, laughing a little. “I obviously could not. Plus- it’s more fun,” he said mumbling against your hair, pulling you closer.

He kissed the top of your head, the both of you enjoying the quiet.

Remus and James appeared from the dark, handing in hand, looking to be clinging on for their lives. “Merlin, y/n, this house is ridiculously scary at night.”

“Don’t worry, the ghosts usually go away by now.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Remus humored you as they picked up where you and Sirius left off.

Twenty minutes later after having helped the boys bring snacks and drinks back to your room, you walked in for the final time, finding them all squished on top of your bed. “Y’know, we all don’t have to be smashed on the bed,” you started to drag an extra comforter on the carpet, laying it out.

You threw pillows on one end as Remus crawled off the bed, soon followed by James, and of course, who was followed by Sirius. “You guys,” you laughed.

They sat up, sipping from their cups when they pleased, admiring the beautifully painted nails now all present in this room.

You laid down first, resting your head against the first pillow you threw down and without a doubt, after finishing their drinks, they did the same. “Are we seriously all going to sleep on the floor when there’s an empty bed right there?”

“It’s more interesting down here,” Remus said playfully.

“Oh yes, because I love waking up with a sore back.”

“Don't worry, I’ll wake you up with a back rub.”

“Remus, I swear— Do not wake me up,”

James and Sirius made themselves comfortable next to each other, absentmindedly playing with one another’s hands as they watched you and Remus.

“What if I do?”

“I-” you stammered over your words, trying to come up with a lighthearted threat. “I’d kiss you angrily,” the four of you laughed as you laid down in defeat.

He leaned over you, grabbing your hands, pressing them into the side of your pillow. He connected his lips to yours before lying down with the rest of you..

“I hope you like back rubs then.”

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[mrs-han]

Forever

@mrs-mc-han: Hiiiiii! Can I please please please request an MC who is super loud an extroverted! She doesn’t mean to or really even notice. she tends to yell when excited and use a lot of hand motions and laugh loudly. and she was never aware of it until she heard one of Jumin’s employees gossiping in the bathroom at C&R and goes to Jumin in tear apologizing for making him seem unprofessional. If you do this I will be so happy🥺🥺I love your work! Thank you💕

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Gurrrl! I went through three different drafts because none of them felt right! But I finally settled on one! Here we go!

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"Ow!! Don't -!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Jumin carefully sat you up, his hand on your lower back. "I added too much pressure this time... I'm sorry, darling."

"No, don't apologize, Jumy... it's so nice of you to help me to begin with," you smiled forcibly, gripping his hand.

"It wounds me to see you in so much pain," Jumin sighed, his fingers lightly trailing over your shoulder blades. "How long do you need to rest?"

"Six weeks," you moaned, turning and burying your sulky face against Jumin's neck. "Which is impossible, by the way. What am I supposed to do for six weeks!"

"Rest, obviously," Jumin jested, poking your cheek.

"... Rest, obviously," you imitated. "I mean! What else am I gonna do? Huh? What, I can't do anything except rest?"

"Calm down," Jumin cooed, winding his arms around you. "I'll tell you what. How do you feel about coming to work with me, hm? It's remote, quiet, and you can stay in my office."

"And do nothing?" You pouted.

"I have plenty of board and card games that will keep you busy. Or, you can bring your tablet and play the games you have on there. What do you say?"

"That sounds like... a reason for you to spy on me," you smirked.

Jumin batted his eyelashes. "So what if it is?"

"That sounds like a plan," you giggled, kissing his cheek. "To coming with you to the office, not to the spying."

"Drats," Jumin said stoically, lifting you from the couch and placing you on the bed. "Did you take your medication, love?"

"I did," you blushed, realizing for the millionth time how lucky you were to be reminded. "Come here, hubby. Cuddle close."

~~~

The height of C&R's structure never failed to frighten you. You stood dumbfounded as Jumin gathered your things and grabbed your hand.

"Are you all right?" He smiled, tightening his hold.

"Did you guys expand somehow? The building looks ten times larger than when I was here last!" You smiled, throwing your arm out and flinching shortly after. "Ow! Ow..."

"Be careful," Jumin uttered, rubbing your back. "The building hasn't gotten any bigger... it seems my proposal for cat tree extension has been denied."

"You made a proposal for a cat tree extension?!" You laughed.

"Oh, look. I'm going to be late. Let's go," Jumin mumbled hastily, leading you delicately to the inside of the building.

The sights and the interior sounds were more or less the same since you had last visited. Hurried footsteps and the sound of passes that approved access mixed with the familiar smell of citrus - your senses were overtaken and overwhelmed.

"Why do you look so shocked? You were here just last week," Jumin chuckled, easing you past the security booths.

Before you could respond, you heard a familiar pair of heels making a beeline towards you. You turned and glowed as Jaehee, folders in hand, stopped and bowed towards Jumin.

"Mr. Han -"

"Jaehee!!"

She straightened and smiled as you crashed against her, hugging her. She tucked her folder under her arm and gave you a reassuring pat. "How have you been, MC? All Mr. Han talks about is how you injured your back."

"Even during meetings?! Jumin, shame on you!"

Jumin turned his head, hiding his flushed expression.

"Don't be too hard on him. It's a rarity to see how much he cares for someone other than his cat," Jaehee quipped under her breath.

"We're going," Jumin blurted, grabbing your arm and leading you to one of the many elevators.

"Yes, Mr. Han," Jaehee said quickly, fixing her glasses and her posture.

~~~

"What happened to your office?!" You shouted.

Jumin pursed his lips and blinked quickly. "I felt the need to redecorate."

You rushed into the office and threw your arms open. "Jumin, there are pictures of me everywhere!! OW!!"

"Don't strain yourself by yelling, darling."

Jaehee quickly closed Jumin's office door behind her. "Forgive my sudden intrusion towards this heartwarming conversation, but Mr. Han?"

"Ah, yes. The meeting."

"Jumin, you are -"

"Silly? Adorable? Quite the catch?" Jumin crooned, massaging your back.

You faltered and wrapped your arms firmly around him, giggling as he peppered kisses to your face.

Jumin hummed gently, his fingers curling over and into your hair. "I'll be back, my love. And when I come back, I'll give you the massage you deserve. Don't miss me too much."

"Impossible. I miss you already if only you knew -"

"Mr. Han," Jaehee spoke more pointedly.

"All right, all right." Jumin sighed, the stars in his eyes now replaced by businesslike determination.

"Be strong, my brave man," you grinned.

Jumin grabbed your hand, planted a firm kiss on your palm, and turned quickly, lest Jaehee fire another warning. You closed the door and bit hard at your lip as you observed Jumin's gallery.

Photos of you sleeping, smiling, holding Elizabeth the Third - even pictures of the highly publicized wedding day - were scattered with the finesse Jumin naturally possessed.

"I love you so much, you silly man," you said under your breath, running your fingers over his desk and finally settling yourself on his seat.

You managed to keep yourself busy for half an hour, drawing hearts on Jumin's notepad and playing a round or two of virtual Uno. Boredom was a hell of a demon, so you figured there was no harm in walking around.

Opening the door to his office, you peeked your head through and slid out. You were greeted with polite smiles and inclined heads as you walked through the floor, making you feel... oddly uncomfortable. No doubt, everyone was polite to you because they knew who you were - if you were to make one complaint, Jumin would take immediate action.

But you pushed your suspicions of trivial matters aside and smiled widely towards the ostensibly friendly employees.

Your brows furrowed, and your shoulders tensed the longer you were outside of Jumin's office. You understood what Jumin meant; that feeling of suffocation seemed to hover over your person and only caused more stress to your back as you unconsciously hunched.

You traveled to the café, desirous for some breathing air - there had to be some sense of normalcy where people ate. Still, heads turned as soon as your footfalls could be heard, and more disturbingly flashy smiles were shined your way.

Cramped and in agony, you retreated quickly to the nearest restroom, rubbed your neck, and yanked your phone out.

Hey, honey! Are you almost done?

Jumin usually answered you immediately, but his response still hadn't come your way. Pushing a stall door open, you slumped into the toilet seat and continued to try to work the knot on your back.

"Jumin, shame on you ~!"

Laughter reverberated through the restroom, and you froze in place.

"She's so tacky!"

"And so loud. Could you hear her from accounting?"

"Yes! No offense to Mr. Han, but the least he can do is put her in her place."

"Ha, no offense to Mr. Han, but he chose poorly. My daughter would be a much better candidate."

"Isn't your daughter twelve?"

"Well, Mr. Han does seem to go after those with a... childlike... disposition!"

Earsplitting laughter echoed through the room, through your ears. You pulled your knees to your chest and brought your hand to your mouth to muffle any outbursts of emotion.

"Considering how serious he is, you would assume! That he would choose a practical, serious woman!"

"Where is she from, again?"

"America, from how she behaves."

"That explains the lack of discipline."

You closed your eyes.

"How long would you give them?"

"Six months."

"Ji-Yu! That is far too generous! I give them! Three months!"

"Ladies, ladies. She can't live in a world as glamorous as Mr. Han's. They will divorce as quickly as they met. A country bumpkin will always return to the landfill they came from."

"Are we still on for dinner tonight?"

"Are you paying?"

Another bought of laughter resounded... then, silence. You stood slowly, legs shaking and back aching more than it had that morning.

You went from wanting full transparency to wanting the false reassurance of superficiality.

"So stupid," you murmured.

~~~

"What's next on the agenda," Jumin demanded as he walked straight to his office.

"A meeting at 1430 with Amorepacific," Jaehee answered, easily keeping pace with her boss.

Jumin slid his sleeve up, checking his watch. "Good, I have time to eat lunch with my wife."

"Enjoy your time with her, Mr. Han, but please be in Boardroom D ten minutes before the meeting."

"Yes, yes, fine." Jumin pushed the door open and was greeted by your swollen red eyes and dripping nose.

"Welcome back," you sniffed, forcing a smile.

Jumin's nonchalant expression immediately shifted to one of anxiety. His brows creased, his eyes grew, and he flew to your side. "Darling, what... why are you crying?"

Your voice quivered. "Can I go home?"

"Talk to me," Jumin urged, grabbing your hands. "Is your back hurting you? Did anyone try to come in?"

"No, no... I just... I want to go home," you cried, pulling your hands from Jumin's and covering your face.

"All right... all right, darling," Jumin cooed, grabbing his phone from his back pocket. "I'm calling Driver Kim right now -"

"No," You blurted. "I want to go home. Where I came from."

Jumin paused... then quickly snapped into action, carefully grabbing your chin. "Speak to me. Darling? Why are you saying these things."

"Who am I kidding, Jumin? I can't... I'm not cut out for this life. I'm not cut out for you, you...! You deserve way better than me. You need a woman who's mature, demure, graceful... that isn't me, and you'd be much better off if -"

"Stop," Jumin boomed.

"You just told me to talk to you!" you babbled.

Jumin's anxious eyes eased. "Is that what this is about?"

You closed your eyes. "I heard a gaggle of women talking while I was hiding in the bathroom... Jumin, they're right."

"Are they?" Jumin asked.

"Well... yeah, I mean... they even attacked you, saying how interested you were in childlike women..."

Jumin wiped your tears with his thumbs. "Mmhm. Complete strangers weighing in on the depth of our relationship... it never occurred to me that I should take their opinions to heart."

You hiccupped. "All I'm saying, Jumin, is... I didn't realize how ridiculous I made you look... I didn't consider it."

"What is there to consider?" Jumin asked gently. "You would rather take their words to heart over how happy you make me when you smile? How fast you make my heart beat when I see how eager you are to explore different things? How, in a sea of millions, your eyes are the only ones I will ever look for?"

Your lip quivered.

"Others will have our opinions of us, but you will always be my wife. No matter what is said, I will always come to you. I want you to realize this, that you may finally lean on me... that you will irrevocably trust that my love for you is infinite.

"... Jumin!" You sobbed, tears streaming down your eyes. "You weren't supposed to make me cry more!"

Jumin roughly tugged you in and held you fiercely, kissing the top of your head. "No more talk of you leaving me... don't go anywhere. Stay by my side, and rest assured that I will stay by yours."

"Forever?" You squeaked.

"And ever," Jumin whispered vehemently. "Ah... your back -"

"Don't you dare pull away from me, Jumin," you half-joked.

"... Ha. I wouldn't dream of it, my dear. What do you say we grab some lunch, hm? Your choice."

"Sure... fifteen more minutes like this, first," you replied, your mouth pressed against Jumin's chest.

Jumin laughed and rested his cheek atop your head. "Excellent plan."

[ladywinterwitch]

Run Away (Eight- What You Gotta Do)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You and Steve complete each other. Your love is that strong and devoted kind of love that pushes people to things like marriage, making a family. You couldn't imagine that a baby would be something you really wished, until the possibility wasn't your choice anymore.

Warnings:  A bit of angst, pregnancy talk, mentions of injuries, mentions of abandonement (mild), fluff, reader is still an emotional rollercoaster, cursing and swearing, smut, unprotected sex (too late for these two lmao), oral sex (f recieving), brief mentions of body insicurities, Bucky’s a puppy dog.

Words Count: 5289

A/n: Part eight! I can’t believe that I’ve actually come this far lmao. Plus, me posting stuff with less than 44827 years of distance with each other? A miracle. I always said that I would wrap it up at 10 chapters,but while writing this chapter I realized that I will need one or two extra chapters + the epilogue. We’ll see. For now I’m happy to be able to write lol. Series masterlist here, main masterlist here. Enjoy <3

ps: Chris’s look in that gif,,,chile 

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In the following week you saw Steve once a day, just to assure that he was doing fine. He wasn' sleeping in your shared room for the moment, but in a spare bedroom. You knew that you were probably being harsh with him, but you were so mad. It wasn't the first time that he did something stupid to try and save others. Hell, just think about that damned plane crash that put him in the ice in the first place.

You understood the reasons why, and basically everyone tried to talk with you and kinda 'sugar coat it' but the issue wasn't that you didn't understand: the issue was that he couldn't afford to think only about himself. Was it selfish on your behalf to think that way? Maybe. But you couldn't help it. You told yourself that it would've been different if you were just married, or just lovers. His decisions would've still been his. But now it's different. In less than six months he would've become a father. And that comes with responsibility. Wasn't he the first to tell you how important it was for you to put aside your job, for months or maybe even forever, just for the wellbeing of the creature inside you? That kid is yours just as much as he's his.

You and Bucky went out for a shopping trip that afternon. You would've asked Wanda, but she and Vision went to Clint's farm for a few days to see him and his family. Steve still had to be inside the tower, since he wasn't fully healed yet. You knew that he was watching a football game with Sam now, while Tony and Bruce were working on a new project, and Thor went to Asgard for a while to go check that Loki and Odin weren't at each other's throats.

You didn't mind Bucky's company at all. And in any case it wasn't like you felt like going out with Steve, not just yet. The brunette drove you both to the mall where he parked and then you went inside.

-So, what absolutely exciting and girly shops I have to visit today?- he asked while you curled your hand around his bicep. You laughed, looking up at him while you walked.

-Well, this mama is getting bigger every day, so I really can't wear my old clothes. I wouldn't even fit in them, and I can't go on with you guys' hoodies and t-shirts. I mean, I'm still a woman. Who said I can't look good while pregnant?- you responded, dragging him to a maternity clothes shop. As soon as you entered like half of the women in the shop turned to look at Bucky. You glanced at him and saw that he blushed and was looking everywhere except them. You bit you lip to not smile while you started to look around at the clothes. You made sure to engage in conversations with him to try and take the attention away.

-Damn homie, I think you just made those women regret their partners.- you said lowly so only he could hear you, and being a super enhanced supersolier, he did hear you very clearly. He snapped his head towards you with a look of disbelief on his face. His expression was so funny that you couldn't help but laugh. He looked around quickly then got closer to you.

-Stop it! It's already embarassing without you pointing it out.- he whined with a low voice. You stopped laughing but you couldn't help but smile, pressing your lips together.

-It's just so funny to me, because I understand these women. Turns out that pregnancy doesn't only make you sick, but also terribly horny.- you rose an eyebrow and he face palmed himself. You laughed again.

-Too much information, doll.- he groaned. You chuckled, putting in his hands a bunch of clothes. He caught them with both arms and followed you like a puppy to the changing rooms.

-Thank you kind sir, now I'm gonna see if they fit then I promise we're out of here.- you joked, hanging the clothes into the changing room. You closed the tent and he let himself fall delicately on one of the couches. He looked around while he waited but it turned out to be a bad idea when he saw the women from the various isles and even the shop's staff looking at him. He awkwardly smiled and then looked back at the closed changing room, sinking in his seat and covering the side of his face with a hand nonchalantly. He heard a few muffled giggles but no ne bothered him.

-Y/n are you done?- he asked, more embarassed than anything. Suddenly she pulled back the tent and started to gather a few of the garments in her hand. Bucky's gaze got caught on her figure. It was essentially the first time that she wore something fitting and not exaggerately large, so her belly was fully on display, even more so since she was turned to the side. The man felt a mix of emotions all at once and didn't quite catch the first time she called him.

-Buck, did you hear me?- he snapped out of it and stood to his feet, blinking a few times.

-It looks great.- he commented. You had on a nice flowery minidress, the sleeves were short and puffy, the square neckline showed just enough cleavage to remain classy, the breast area was tight but just below the skirt was soft and fell perfectly on your figure, showing the belly. You looked at him with a smile, chuckling slightly.

-Yeah, it fits well doesn't it? I'm getting these,- he gave a three dresses, two shirts, two t-shirts, two pairs of jeans and a pencil skirt to him, while she had other stuff in her own hands. -And I'm leaving these.- she sighed.

-Would you do me a favor? I'm dropping these off, meanwhile could you go to the pay desk? I'll be there in a sec.- he nodded and you thanked him while you walked away to the isles. Bucky walked towards the counter and dropped the garments on the desk, giving a quick smile to the girl behind it. He pulled out from the back pocket of his jeans the wallet and then the credit card, which was obviously Tony's, and put it on the glass above the counter. He waited a few seconds until the clerk, which was a nice girl with black hair and amber like eyes, spoke to him.

-So, how far are you guys?- she asked. Bucky almost choked on air at that phrase.

-Oh we- - he was about to say, but you arrived at his side and saved the situation. You smiled kindly at the girl and gave a pat on Bucky's arm.

-I'll be exactly of five months in a week, and he's more like the uncle than the father.- she tileted her head towards the brunette. The clerk smirked.

-Is he now?- she said rethorically. Then added, -That would be 277$. You're paying with cash or card?- Bucky gave her the Visa and she thanked him, finishing the payment. Y/n glanced at him with a knowing look and a slight smirk. He rolled his eyes and shook his head a little, she furrowed her brows as if to ask 'Why?' and he just mouthed 'No', so she didn't push. For now.

-Thank you for your purchase, congratulations and we hope to see you soon.- the girl said with courtesy, her gaze lingering a bit on the man, whom didn't return the look. You could see the slight disppointment of the girl.

-Thank you, have a nice day.- you saluted her and then headed out with Bucky. An hour had already passed and you still had in mind to buy a few things, but first you needed a break.

-I desperately want a piece of cake. What do you think?- you elbowed him delicately to catch his attention. He turned his head and nodded, still carrying the two bags. You arrived at the mall's cafe and ordered. He picked an iced coffe and you a slice of cheesecake and some tea, knowing that coffe wasn't that good for pregnancy. You took a seat at one of the tables outside, even tho you were still technically inside the mall.

-So, wanna tell me why you didn't accept the clear as the sun advances that the pretty shop assistant did?- you brought the fork to your mouth. He huffed and shrugged.

-Because I am not interested. I don't think I'm in the right mindspace to date right now.- he responded. You exhaled, tilting your head slightly to the side.

-Buck, I know that it didn't end up that smoothly with Nat, but she's gone.- she realized how that sounded like and quickly corrected herself, -I mean, not gone. But...gone, you know?- you cringed at your own words and he snorted.

-Very smooth y/n.- he joked, earning a glare from you.

-Shut up, I'm trying to help here. What I meant that while I understand that things with Nat didn't end up in the best of ways, she went away to give both of you the space you need to get back on your feet.- you paused, drinking a sip of tea, then offring the last bite of cake to him. He shook his head, giving you a lopsided smile.

-Don't worry, it's all yours.- you pointed your finger at him, while chewing the cheesecake. He chuckled.

-Right answer. Anyways, what I'm trying to say here, Buck, is that you have to allow yourself to try again. Because you deserve it. What do you tell me about that person you said you were interested in? I've never seen you with anyone in the last three months.- he looked to the side for a moment casually.

-They're taken so, yeah.- he simply answered, shrugging while taking a sip of coffe. You got sad all of a sudden. You eyebrows knotted in a sad expression and he noticed, giving you a small smile.

-Hey, don't do that. It's okay. I'm not like heartbroken or shit. I'm happy for her.- he assured you, -She.. well she has a family. She deserves it, so I'm happy for her.- he nodded, smiling softly. You smiled at him too, still with a hint of sadness. He took a nother sip of coffe an then raised an eyebrow, looking at you.

-Why are you crying?- he asked confused. You furruwed your brows in confusion and wiped your fingers under your eyes, realizing that a few tears had escaped. At that point without a reason, you started to feel worse and embarassed and a mess, so you sterted to actually sob a little. Bucky got up and moved his chair next to yours, hugging you.

-Hey what's wrong? I promise I'm alright.- he laughed to try and lighten the situation. You hiccupped into his chest.

-I- I know..it's just.. I don't know, these stupid hormones are making me act hysterical.- you had sittle sobs coming out every now and then. He kissed your head while he stroked your back.

-It's okay, you're not hysterical.- he chuckled softly making you smile. You pulled away from him looking in his eyes.

-I'm a mess aren't I?- Bucky wiped a little smudge of mascara under her eye, and then smiled at her lovingly.

-You look just fine, darling.- she hugged him, whispering a 'thank you, I love you' in his ear.

-I love you too- he answered.

After that, they finished their drink and Y/n told Bucky that she wanted to order a few things for the baby so they did just that. They went in a baby-stuff shop and she choose and placed some orders for a crib, a baby seat for both the car and the kitchen and the changing table. You didn't wanted to buy them right away, so you told the shop to bring them at the tower when they wanted.

When you exited the shop, it was already six thirty pm, so you decided to head back at the tower.

In the car, you told Bucky about your idea to get a midwife to help you during your pregnancy and especially when it'll be time to deliver the baby.

-I don't know y/n... I mean I think that you don't need a midwife or some other stranger to take care of you and the baby. You have Steve. You have me, and Sam, Wanda and the rest of the team. Bruce has basically become a doctor of everything, I'm sure that helping to deliver a child isn't that hard.- he shrugged while keeping his eyes on the road.

-I can't and wouldn't expect you all to babaysit me for another four months, Bucky. You have missions, classes, a you know, your own lives.- he glared at you, probably wanting to intervene and contraddict you, but he remained quiet in the end.

-And, you really can't expect Bruce to handle this. He's a fucking physician for God's sake. He's absolutely amazing, but a delivery? No, that would be too much even for him. And I would be kinda embarassed, for crying out loud.- you added with a high pitched voice. You absentmindely started to cradle your belly. He thought about it for a few seconds.

-I don't know y/n, you know how I am with strangers. But in any case it's your and Steve's decision. Please, talk to him. He's been miserable this week without you. He wouldn't shut up about how he was sorry, and stupid and in love with you and that he misses your smile, your belly and I don't know, I stopped listening after a while.- he said exasperatedly. You suppressed a smile.

-Really? - you asked sheepishly. He turned his head to look at you for a second before smiling knowingly.

-You know it's true. Your fucking married, for God's sake.- he said, tired of you two being idiots. He could just imagine how it'll be when you'll become parents. You will be great at it, but also a mess at the same time.

-Hey, Whiny Soldier, how was shopping? - Sam shouted when he saw the two of you coming in the room with your hands full of bags. You didn't see him, but you just knew that he pursed his lips and shook his head.

-

You came back at the tower just in time for dinner. Vision and Wanda had aprons tied on their chests, while the others were just chilling in the common room. Steve was there too, beside Bruce.

-Shopping was productive, thank you very much.- you answered pointing for Bucky to put down the bags.

-Let me help you take these to your room.- he offered, but you gave him a look and he understood immediately, putting them down. You smiled and kissed his cheek.

-Thank you for being my human cart today.- his jaw dropped, pretending to be offended.

-Oooh- Sam howled and the others laughed. Steve smiled slightly, still mortified by your little 'cold shoulder week'  thing.

-You're lucky I can't tickle you to death right now.- he pointed his finger at you before walking to the fridge to pour himself a glass of water.

-Yeah, yeah, like you say big guy.- you teased him. You paused, shifting your gaze to Steve. He was wearing a blue hoodie and gray sweatpants, his dirty blonde hair were starting to get a bit long at the sides and a few strands fell on his forehead, while his jaw was covered with a slight scruff. His puppy dog eyes met yours and you couln't help but melt a little.

-Steve, are you well enough to help me with these?- you asked and even before you could finish he was on his feet. He almost tripped from how fast he tried to reach you.

-Yes I'm perfectly well I mean I'd love to help you. I mean obv- - you raised an eyebrow and he stopped, looking down. The whole team was watching in silence like it was a damn movie.

-I'm rambling, I'm sorry.- he said lowly. You sighed and places three of the four bags in his hands.

-C'mon. And you all, get a life.- you called them out while you two walked to the elevator. A few minutes later, after the short, silent, trip, you arrived to your room. He placed the bags on the bed and you did the same after closing the door behind you.

-Help me take off the price tags.- you invited him. He grabbed the bag, taking out the first garment. It was a white baby onesie, with Captain America's shield logo on it in white, blue, and red. His breath got caught in his throat and he suddenly let out a sob.

You snapped your head up in confusion, your features softening when you saw him. He sat on the bed, head down, onesie still in his hand. You put down the dress you had in your hands and went to sit next to him, since it would've been really uncomfortable for you to bend on your legs now. You hand went istinctively to rub his back.

-Can we talk?- he asks with broken voice. You tilt your head to the side to look at him with the shadow of a smile on your face.

-Only if you stop crying. Or else none of us will be able to talk at all.- he chuckles slightly making you smile lovingly. He wraps his big arms around you, nuzzling his face in your neck, your collarbones exposed due to the large shirt you were wearing. The wave of relief that washed over you in that moment was hard to describe.

-I missed you so much, baby. I couldn't stand the thought of you being mad at me. I'm sorry for being so impulsive.- he sniffed while he talked. You nodded, cupping his face gently. Steve melted into your touch.

-I know you are. And I'm sorry too. I know that I've been harsh with you these past days, it's just...- he waited patiently, -You're not responsable for only yourself anymore. I understand, please trust me, I understand what you wanted to do and also that you feel like it's your duty to do that. And it kinda is, but my point is- you shook your head realizing that you weren't really explaining yourself.

-What I mean is that you cannot put your life behind other's. Not for me, not even for the team. We're grown ass adults okay? Fow how much you can love us and we can love you, we are our own person. But this- you placed his hand on your belly, -This had been a choice. Your, mine. We both are responsable for this life. The same way I gave up my job, and the lessons. Now, I'm not asking you to stop going on missions, but I'd like you to be with me as much as possible. And that when you go, you'll be careful. Please, Steve.- you say softly, almost in the verge of tears. Again. You've cried more in five months than in your whole life probably.

-You're right. It was pretty hypocritical of me to get mad at you for the same reason in the first place.- he shook his head in disappointment. You rolled your eyes, adding -Work. I think we'll have to rearrange ourselves in this department.- you smiled and he laughed, agreeing.

-So, are we gonna get these off the bed and use the space in a better way or what?- your lips curled in a seductive smirk that quite shocked him. He recovered quickly, jumping on his feet and placing the bags on the ground in a split second. You threw you head back laughing at his eagerness, but you honestly couldn't blame him. Your hormones were a mess and your horniness at level 100, but you often were either sick, tired, hungry or he was. And not to mention the missions that separated you. So let's say that since you got pregnant the sex decreased noticeably, which was something that you wanted to fix. You phisically missed and needed him.

He returned to you and crashed his lips to yours, and soon enough you were a mess of tongues and lip bites and sucks that got interrupeted just briefly to get your clothes off. He didn't have anything under his hoodie, and you happily noticed that he was completely healed and that his weeks in the tower were due to the lack of new missions. You sincerely hoped it would last. After his hoodie, his pants and boxers were next. With you the situation was a bit more complex: first the light material shirt you had on had to be unbuttoned, then your tank top, the jeans' belt and the pants themselves. When you were left in just your underwear, a plain set of cotton white bra and panties, Steve stopped to look at your body.

He was in awe of you. He rose his hand and started a caress that began on your cheek, his thumb on your bottom lip, then descended to your now fuller breasts, to the curve of your waist to to your baby bump. At that point he bent down on his knees and kissed it softly.

-Hey little one, if you want to take a nap, now it would be a good time.- he whispered directly to the stretched skin. You let out a sound that was halfway between of a whine and a laugh.

-Steve, Jesus Christ.- you covered your face with your hands. You heard him laugh and stand on his feet again. He removed your hands gently, kissing you again with slow, agonizing passion that even let escape a ridiculous whine from your lips at the loss.

-Where were we?- he reached behind your back and unclasped the bra, sliding it off your shoulders and freeing your breasts.

-Mrs and Mr. Rogers I'm sorry to disturb, miss Maximoff would like me to inform you that dinner's ready.- you stopped hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice. You groaned, annoyed at the interruption, but Steve suddenly started to push you on the bed and to lick and suck your boobs.

-Tell miss Maximoff that we have dinner here.- he responded biting softly your nipple, making you whimper.

-It will be done, mr Rogers.-

-Geez Steve, couldn't you be more specific?- you sassed with a deep breath, distracted by your husband's mouth. He snorted moving further down to remove your panties.

-You're already pregnant, couldn't be more obvious than that.- you started to laugh, but it soon became a loud moan when you felt his tongue licking a long stripe on your pussy. You closed your eyes and istinctively wanted to bring your hand in his hair, but you found an obstacle. A medium big, round and naked obstacle. You huffed and Steve stopped, tilting his head to the side, since now you couldn't even see him from between your legs.

-Are you okay?- he asked, worry in his voice. You sat on the bed, helping yourself with your hands. He returned beside you, waiting.

-It's just..ugh I'm so awkward and big and not confident if I have to be honest.- you say for the first time out loud. You wanted to cover yourself by curling your knees to you chest, but again, you swollen stomach didn't allow it. At that point you got even more frustrated.

-Damn it.- Steve places his fingers under your chin and made you look at him. His eyes were serious but not mad.

-Hey, none of that. Do you even realize the miracle your beautiful body is doing? You're creating a whole life in there, baby.- he smiled brightly looking in your eyes, -And by the way, you're still hot as fuck.- that made you laugh. He kept smiling while he made you lay down again on the sheets.

-This beautiful face..these cheeks are even sweeter now.- he peppered them with kisses making you giggle uncontrollably.

-Don't get me started on these ones...- his hands cupped your breasts while his mouth attacked your nipples and the soft skin. You moaned softly, your hand immediately in his short hair, your nails delicately scratching his scalp.

-But you know my most favorite thing?- he kept going, -This.- he was now between your legs, kneeled in front of your stomach. He caressed it and kissed it a few times. Then his gaze  locked in yours again. You almost felt hypnotized, both by his velvety voice and his touch.

-I love it because it's round and soft and most importantly because it's giving me a family. A baby. And you know who's giving me all of this? You are. So don't ever be insecure about this wonderful body, please.- you smiled at him softly. Soon enough the mood changed again when he spoke his next words.

-Now, are you gonna let me thank this stunning body like it deserves or not?- you felt the smirk in his voice, his blue eyes hungry. You mirrored his expression propping yourself up on your elbows.

-Would like to see it.- you answer. He huffs out a laugh and reprises what he started doing a few minutes prior. He took good care of you until you came on his tongue, and at that point you grabbed him to crash your lips together. You kept moving and bringing him with you, until he found himself laying down on his back and you straddling his hips. Steve's hands immediately went to your sides, trying to not move and let you do the work, even though all he wanted was to fuck you until you both could't anymore.

You kept you eyes on his while you stroked him a few times before slowly sinking on him. He squeezed both his eyes shut and your hips, huffing a long breath. That could've almost made you laugh if you weren't just as wrecked. Your hips started moving, back and forth, to the sides in painfully slow circular motions. At one point he grabbed your ass, sitting up and making you gasp.

-Doll I'm kinda struggling here- he breathed out kissing your neck while you kept moving. -I want to be delicate but damn.- he nipped at your sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Your hips started going faster with the help of his hands guiding you and soon enough you were panting and kissing each other passionately and messily.

-Oh, Steve I'm almost there- you moan hugging his head to your chest. He moaned too, reaching in front of you with his hand to circle your clit.

-I'm right behind you baby.- he reassured you while in reality he was trying hard not to come in that exact moment. He craved you more than usual, not only beacause your body was actually so fucking hot to him but also because he hasn't touched you for almost two whole weeks.

Just a few seconds later you gripped his shoulders, hiding your face in his neck. His breath got caught in his troath at the way you clenched around him when you came. And as a cue, he followed you short after, coming inside you. You stayed like that, hugging and cuddling for some minutes, then he kissed you and moved you gently on his side, hissing slightly when you lost contact.

-Be right back.- he said going to the bathroom and returning with a wet wash cloth. He cleaned you up from both of your releases and then went back to throw the dirty fabric in the laundry basket. You looked at him with a lopsided smile, still hazy and quite tired from the recent activity. He mirrored your expression with messy hair, crawling in the bed to you and pulling you on his side after.

-I needed that.- you say. He sighed, -I definetly did too. How come we always end up having sex after we argue or talk?- he asked casually. You shrugged.

-I don't know, the important thing is that the talk comes first and then, the sex.- he agreed with a nod. You chewed on you lip a bit before speaking again.

-Honey- you called, he hummed.

-While you were away last week I started to think about how I will probably need more help in the future, you know. And the fact that you and the others are often away on missions. And I mean it's totally alright, that's work but... I felt so bad when Sam and Wanda were left behind last time. And just to 'babysit' me.- he looked down at you with a frown.

-They offered to stay behind because they wanted to. We're taking turns on missions all the time.- he responded. You barely noticed that he had started to caress your belly.

-That's not the point, you know it. The last mission was quite big. I know my work well enough to know that Fury would've sent all the team, if I weren't left behind. Also by now we both understood that this baby isn't a normal baby and that is why I'm so sick so often. Bruce can't be here all the time, and for how good and skilled he his, he's not an expert in the baby field.- he was listening to you intently, but he wasn't quite sure with where you wanted to go with this.

-What's the point?- he asked, moving a strand of your hair from your face with his fingers.

-The point is,  that I've read a lot in these months, and I think that we should hire a midwife. It would be someone that stays with me most of the day and helps me. An actual expert.-

-And how would you explain that our child has the blood of two super soldiers?- his hand motioned himself and you. You got up, towards the bathroom.

-Steve, we share the house with a god, a giant green monster, enhanced people, a witch, a kid that has the powers of a spider and an intelligent robot. I think it wouldn't be a great surprise.- you closed the door, peed and then refreshed yourself before going back to take some clean clothes. You saw that he was waiting for you to get out, probably wanting to shower.

-Okay then, I guess we can arrange that, if that will make you feel better.- he finally spoke. You kissed his cheek, already in your underwear.

-Thank you. You're showering?- he nods, the raises an eyebrow.

-Wanna join?- you laugh and shake your head.

-No, baby not now. I get tired quite easily and if the bed's already a bit difficult to work with, the shower must be a nightmare.- he pouted.

-You're right.-

-But- he stops the door before it closes, waiting for you to continue. -I want to fix your hair and your beard if you let me.- a lopsided smile opens on his face.

-Be my guest.-

-

After you sat him down on the edge of the bathtub, you shortened the longer strands on top with tiny scissors. After that you picked up the electric razor and groomed the sides, shortneing them but not removing them completely. You did the same with the beard, leaving a short, barely visible scruff. About twenty minutes later you were done. You put down the razor and took a step back to look at your work.

-Perfect.- you commented, brushing the hair that fell on his chest and shoulders. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, smiling.

-Is there anything you can't do?- he asked. You smirked, kissing him before starting to clean up.

-No, I'm a woman.-

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More Than Friends episode 1 - 8 review

Initially, I was not planning to watch this drama for my usual petty reasoning that I don’t like the actors. However, Kim Dongjun was just too darned irresistible so here I am writing a review, admitting my defeat. My less biased self has acknowledged that a decent dram is worth watching. Since the quarantine began, I’ve been on a constant search for romance themed dramas that would actually make my heart beat the way k-dramas did when I was a kid. It is the main reason why my reviews are mostly along those lines. As much as I want to watch When I was the Prettiest, I’m simply not in for melodramas nowadays.

Since I’m writing this review as I watch each episode, I’ll be doing a per episode review so this is going to be lengthy. I’ll be adding the other episode reviews on this post until the drama ends.

Episode 1 - Everything started from their high school days. Honestly, Kyeon Woo Yeon is reminiscent of the senior high school life my and my sister had. We became the villains for trying to be kind. I like the friendship the characters developed. The first episode has laid a good foundation of backstories and what is more to come. Soo and Woo Yeon’s friendship may have started as platonic but it is also something that can obviously become more than that. I assume Soo is too young to actually realize his won feelings for Woo Yeon. It seems like she’s really the only one he considers a friend given that he hasn’t really opened up to anyone else other than her. Knowing the premise of the story beforehand makes me think that he’ a jerk but I also want to be a bit more objective for his character. Oh and I love how Jinju listened to her mom with a Jo in Sung reward in her mind. Heh, while her mom may have just lied to her but it was enough to motivate this poor girl. Heck, even I would have been motivated by that but most guys my age are just effed up. I can’t wait for On Joon Soo!

Episode 2 -  So we start off from where I’m beginning to realize Soo is a bigger jerk than I assumed. While I do understand that he had issues because of his parent’s selfish divorce, I just feel that he should be more considerate of Woo Yeon’s feelings if he even saw her as a friend at all. I am used to his narcissism especially with his words, but I just want him to at least try to think from her perspective. Woo Yeon may seem whiny and a bit irritating but she’s simply someone hopelessly in love with her best friend who only rejected her coldly without trying to sound nice about it. What’s worse is that he wants to keep her as a friend despite it all! So yes, I am still waiting for On Joon Soo! Woo Yeon’s little encounters with him are quite cliché but cute. His eyes seem so cold which makes me think that he’s a nice guy but scary when he gets angry. Damn, I could not take my eyes off whenever he’s onscreen!

Episode 3 - I’ve been really excited for this episode because this is where everything kicks off! There’s also a bit more storyline for the other friends which are also enjoyable to watch. There’s also more to Lee Soo’s story and his own scars (which I still think does not excuse his treatment of Woo Yeon) so it provides viewers with more of his perspective. It is evident that he is also beginning to realize the type of feelings he has for Woo Yeon. I still think of him as selfish for all that, I also feel that the only reason he might be acting that way is because he fears her not being around him whenever he wants her to be there. As they say, having your cake and eat it too. But he needs to be clear about it fast because she’s becoming more serious about moving on from him and her world is becoming bigger. I want Soo to feel more threatened and jealous since I know they will end up together anyway so he should at least suffer more than she did. On Joon Soo has some stories up his sleeve too which I hope to see more. It would be too unfair if he’s just there to make feel nervous about loosing Woo Yeon, right? 

Episode 4 - I love how honest and straight forward my On Joon Soo is! Yup, I’m claiming him once Woo Yeon rejects him. It is refreshing that he knows about Woo Yeon and Lee Soo early on which saves me from some dramatic cliché of not knowing about it till the end. Joon Soo is making an impact pretty quickly even though Woo Yeon isn’t too keen about it as of the moment but he seems to be making her smile unbeknownst to her. This drama’s storyline isn’t something very new, in fact it is quite simple but it’s also giving clichés a refreshing take which I really like. I’m reminded of Discovery of Love and this might just beat that one. Soo has come to really feel the threat Joon Soo brings, his talk with his dad was a wake up call which I hope he can take. I’m starting to think that he can actually learn from his parents’ mistake if he cares to look. For now, he is just a whiny kid whose toy is about to be taken away. I might as well mention a bit of Young-Hee and Hyun-Jae’s relationship; his mom is a total hypocrite! These two should find more balance in their relationship and not seem like a dom and sub most of the time.

Episode 5 - Soo clearly denied having feelings for Woo Yeon! I honestly thought by now, he would be done hesitating but instead he keeps confusing her and being jealous. Meanwhile being straightforward is Joon Soo’s card. He does not hesitate to say he likes Woo Yeon so I hope he stays that way even if he gets jealous over Soo. This is a precious moment for Woo Yeon to see someone else other than Soo in a romantic light. I do get she’s hesitant because of lingering feelings and all but I also want to give herself a real chance to like someone else which makes me happy with this episode’s development. Finally, they also get to talk more about her pain in liking him one-sidedly, she’s being clear about how difficult it was for her but then Soo only prefers to look at the good memories. He’s being unfair especially when he decided to intrude in her date with Joon Soo only to embarrass her out of his jealousy. I must say Jinju is such a sweetheart for helping out Woo Yeon just in time.

Episode 6 - Just as Soo is beginning to realize his love for Woo Yeon, it seems like fate is keeping them apart for a little longer. I must agree that timing is essential in our actions, whether in love or other decisions we make. I think I’ve missed a lot of chances my self but I don’t want to dwell o it but instead, work harder on things that I can work on. I’m still swooning over Joon Soo’s confession which I did not expect at all because he has been vocal enough about wanting to date Woo Yeon. I’m loving a lot of things in this episode like the first fight among our female trio who finally gets a few things out of their chest about each other. There’s also Young Hee finally thinking if she’s being too much with her tough girl act. I mean even she used to buy shoes for Hyun Jae so she really should try to understand him more. He wants her to rely on him too not just in monetary things but to actually talk about her problems too. She can learn to share her burdens bit by bit too. I also like the fact that Woo Yeon decided to give Soo one last chance. I think this time around, it would be harder form him to win her feelings back. Regardless of his accident, it is true that he had realized his feelings quite late. It is also a fact that Woo Yeon has been hurt several times by him. As he said so himself, understanding does not make it hurt less. My ship is beginning to sail so I’m really happy and full of spazzing here. I want to see more sweet moments between Joon Soo and Woo Yeon because they deserve to be happy with each other after being hurt by their first loves. Dong Joon’s eyes are so expressive, I need to be saved, the way his expression changes from that sunshine to that cold hard and serious face gives me such tension. The narrative towards the end of this episode was really nice. I thought Soo’s accident would not be shown due to filming constraints but it seems the director and writer had something in mind, and made a narrative out of it to corelate it to essence of timing.

Episode 7 - Joon Soo and Woo Yeon are finally together! I’ve been swooning over their dates, I hope they can stay that way longer. I want them to get to know each other more so they won’t have regrets later on. I must admit it’s gratifying to see Soo suffer this time around. This is his consequence for thinking that Woo Yeon would be always beside him. While I do know he is sincere with his feelings for her, he had hurt her too many times for so she deserves to be happy this time around. Even if her feelings for Joon Soo does not equal what she felt for Soo, it is the former who makes her happy in the present and showers her with the love she deserved from the start. It was unfair enough to be dragged around by Soo during all those years while he rejected her and insisted they remain friends so I don’t really get why he acts all pitiful now. Oh and I prefer his hair styled up than down. I like that Woo Yeon has come to understand where she stands in terms of her feelings for Soo. She acknowledged the fact that she was partly at fault for continuing to harbor feelings for him despite the constant rejection. I’m loving the details in this drama such as the person Woo Yeon bumped in to at the airport when she was on her way to confess for the first time turned out to be Joon Soo. Also the fact that he hesitated in his own confession was because he saw her get rejected straightaway. I sort of guessed this much because there was an emphasis during that scene in the first episode which I almost forgot until this episode. Then there’s Jinju’s possible love prospect and the extra emphasis when she bought milk tea for the sunbae who “cares too much about health.” But then he seems so young! I personally ship her with Sang Hyeok; he seems like the type of guy who will take good care of her and be her comfort after a hard day’s work. I love it that Young Hee and Hyun Jae are actually making a progress in their ten year relationship. I’m loving these two a lot especially now that Young Hee is making an effort to open up to him about herself and what is happening to her. They’re actually my favorite couple in this drama since I keep wanting to have Joon Soo for my self.

Episode 8 - The previous episode’s ending got me really nervous because I don’t want Joon Soo and Woo Yeong to break up so soon. I did not want him to get hurt that way too because he does not deserve it. Obviously, their relationship is not stable enough with Soo in the picture, and Joon Soo is very anxious of it. I want his to be more vocal about his feelings of jealousy and anxiety but he probably just want to show Woo Yeon his good qualities lest it drives her away. However, I keep having the impression that Joon Soo fears the idea of loosing the girl he likes more than anything else. I suppose it is because of his experience with his first love but it seems that this fear is overpowering his feelings for Woo Yeon. His secretary/ friend’s advice also struck a chord with me because I know they will not end up together. In this episode, I think I have confirmed my suspicion about him being the type who is scary when angered. It was evident that his patience has been running thin in trying to keep his jealousy under wraps especially when he got pissed with Soo’s informal way of speech. It wasn’t something most people would appreciate which reminded me of the reactions actor Joo Won received from his seniors due to his informal speech. Soo was really a jerk for letting his jealousy overtake him to the point of causing Woo Yeon to be embarrassed in front of their friends and her boyfriend. I hope he can take a step back for awhile instead of constantly shaking up Woo Yeon with his own feelings. He owes it to her to let her be happy even if it meant with someone else. Young Hee’s advice about letting Woo Yeon go was right especially when she pointed out that Woo Yeon liked him for a third of his lifetime. How can I not love her more? It’s so nice to see that she and Hyun Jae has come to terms where their relationship stand instead of getting overwhelmed by the pressure to get married immediately. Please don’t let them break up ever! Next week’s episodes will be more intense so I am excited and dreading it at the same time. Just why is this drama flying by so quickly?

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RWBY V07E04 - Pomp and Circumstance

For some reason the title really reminds me of Jane Austen: Sense and Sensibility, Pomp and Circumstance and Pride and Prejudice. It almost fits. It makes me think of Weiss, but maybe that's because I got spoiled about the title and the thumbnail had Ruby looking at Weiss.

Pomp also makes me think about doing things for show. A theory I had earlier in the season was that Robyn Hill was a prop for Jacques, to set up an election that ultimately wouldn't matter, to give it a veneer of legitimacy. It could also be about Ironwood's security theater, but is it theater when the threats are very real?

I don't know so... let's do this!

IS THAT A SHEEP FAUNUS!? I already love them.

Also, that symbol is from Robyn Hill's group. Are they spying because they intend to sabotage Ironwood's operation or are they there simply for information?

What's with the facial tattoos? First Vine and now this guy. Is it a religious thing? It could also be a clan thing, maybe they were both from the same bandit group before going different paths or something like that.

This looks like a military recruitment ad.

OH

MY

GOD

Oooh. I like this.

I bet at some point this season the show is going to go "but RWBY is better because they are friends and power of friendship etc" but it's very realistic to show a group of colleagues that work very well together but are not really friends.

Volume 4-5 according to a lot of the fandom.

So Tyrian _is_ picking targets specifically to cause unrest. But what's the end goal? Cinder's goal was to cause enough unrest she could kill the maiden without much interference. Are they trying to repeat that process to steal the relic? Maybe they want to cause enough unrest in Atlas so that the Kingdom won't be able to provide support to Vacuo when Salem attacks it?

That's the Schnee logo. Welp, time for Jacques and possibly Whitley. Is Weiss going to confront them or avoid them?

Wow. I love _love_ the animation here. Just the slightest reaction at being noticed.

Sassy Weiss is best Weiss.

Oh fuck off.

AAAAAAAAAAAA

This made me get teary-eyed. It means _so_ much that it's Blake the one who grabs Weiss's hand to support her. The entire team is obviously behind her, but there's _history_ between Blake and Weiss. They just talked about this last episode (to set up this). That hand hold is seven volumes of progress, of friendship and forgiveness.

My heart. This is too much.

Ruby's change of expression is everything. Yang smiles too, but her smirk is more "Yeah, so get out of here." Ruby's smile is like Christmas came early.

For a second I thought Weiss was going to cry and that would have made me cry too. The way they all turned to check on her because they know how hard this was for Weiss...

She totally did it on purpose. Wow, her face.

This episode was already too good and now Penny? I feel blessed. Also, Blake jumping like a startled cat is _everything_ I didn't know I needed in my life. Wow.

This episode can't get better than this.

Winter looks like she's absolutely done with Penny but resigned to her life.

AAAAAAAAAA

This episodes confirms their emotional growth _and_ their professional one.

They definitely deserve their licenses but I wonder how much of a coincidence this is considering this is definitely going to put a stop to Jacques's plans to annoy James since I doubt he can complain about Weiss now that she's a licensed huntress.

Another knife twist in Ruby's heart.

He obviously expected a bit more... excitement from everyone. The show is really doing its best to make Ruby's lie as uncomfortable as possible for everyone.

...considering Pietro made Yang's arm and Penny, wouldn't that make them some-kind-of-fraction-sisters?

That's the most awkward smile I have ever seen and I love it.

That "others" sounded a _lot_ like Iroh from ATLA.

AND YES! FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT! THERE'S A WORLD OF DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WHAT THEY ARE DOING! THANK YOU SHOW!

And the episode somehow got better.

And better.

Ruby was _dying_ to do that to someone since Elm showed her the possibilities of being strong. Also, Ruby has grown so much! Or Penny's new body is a lot lighter than the last time she tried to hold her up.

...I kinda like that hair style for Penny.

Elm is the best character this show has introduced since... I don't know, but a long time.

Jaune is 100% going to end up having to defend those kids from Grimm and become a hero somehow.

Yeah, Elm is the best.

This kills some of the theories I had since this means there wasn't any plan _before_ this scene. Jacques wasn't "in" until now.

It's like someone read my "less punchy, more talky" complaint about last episode and decided to give me everything I have ever wanted from a RWBY episode.

I was expecting Robyn Hill in this episode since she's so prominently featured in the OP but we _did_ get a bit, with that couple of people bearing her symbol. They know what's going on so I wonder if they'll attack or sabotage Amity Arena at some point. It'd be easy to misinterpret what's going on (orbital weapons.)

The Ace-Ops being excellent colleagues but not necessarily friends is great but the show is 100% going to show how being friends is better at some point. Something about trust, maybe they are going to suspect each other because of some manipulation by Watts and RWBY is going to stand firm due to their friendship?

I'm not sure how to interpret Ruby's talk about wanting to go exploring. It's not like she hates doing missions and spending more time with her friends is always a good thing but maybe there's something more than that going on. Maybe she wants to distract herself from everything that's going on?

I'm glad that the episode confirmed that Tyrian is specifically killing Ironwood's opposition, it makes a lot of sense if their objective is civil unrest. I'm somewhat worried about how they are going to handle this plot though but maybe I'm just being too sensitive because South America is going through a lot lately, all related to how weak all of our democracies really are. So, seeing it here in RWBY is making me go "hmm" Hopefully they'll handle it well.

After that the episode starts going up and it just never stops. How awesome was to see Weiss stand up to her father _and_ get the support of everyone, Blake especially? TOO AWESOME, THAT'S HOW AWESOME IT WAS. And heartwarming. And cute. And everything. It means so much!

And then Penny!

And then the licenses!

The introspection about how much they have changed and how much (or little) the licenses mean after everything they have gone through!

It's like the writers went and took a peak at all the character develoment everyone has gone through and decided "you know what, it's time to show what all of that was for" and it was perfect.

And then Qrow talks about Summer!? I can't really blame Qrow for the lack of information in the past, it's not like Ruby has ever been show asking anything. BUT YES, FINALLY SOME INFO. And they managed to make the mystery around summer actually grow! It wasn't a Ozpin mission, it was something for Summer herself.

I wonder how long Qrow and Tai waited before they gave up. The show still hasn't confirmed her death but I'm not sure I _want_ her to be alive. The show seems to be saving that card up its sleeve until it's time but I wish they confirmed it one way or another.

Qrow supporting Ruby in her decision is so good. The show has been really intent in showing how uncertain Ruby and the team are about that choice so I'm glad at least Qrow knows what's up and straight up tells her how different it is from what Ozpin was doing. It's still a mystery about how Ironwood is going to react but I think this talk confirmed her decision as the right choice even if it ends up hurting the general's trust in them in the future (it moves the responsibility of whatever happens from Ruby to Ironwood)

I feel everyone is going to die in the next couple of episodes because the episode was so good and heartwarming. Like, something bad _has_ to happen and Watts reunion with Jacques confirms that that's where things are going to go.

I'm very happy but also very worried.

Until next time!

PS: I’m running a very informal poll about what I should liveblog next after Gravity Falls.

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Title: A Well-Rounded Person Summary: In which, Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills for the holidays and Derek is suddenly much more attractive than Stiles remembers Word count: 3.4k words

A/N: Wooooooooooooooo chubby!Derek!!!!!! I've been wanting to write something like this for ages so I started rambling about it on Discord and @halerogers started sobbing, so Charlie, this is for you my dude :p 

Also posted on AO3

Stiles loves going to college. Really, anything is better than high school. Forget about social pressures and ADHD, his high school experiences were centered around life-or-death situations and freaking werewolves. So yeah, on top of balancing the high school workload, he had to find ways to keep himself and Scott and then later Erica and Boyd and Derek alive.

Needless to say, it wasn’t an easy task. But now he’s at college and more accepted and he feels more like he fits in his own skin and — you guessed it — he finally got rid of that pesky virginity. Stiles feels great. He feels like nothing could ever bring him down.

Which is, of course, when he returns to Beacon Hills and his world comes crashing down around him.

As always, the life-altering experience revolves around Derek Hale, because when does it not. Except instead of werewolves and kanimas and crazy alphas — it’s about Derek himself. Because listen, Derek has always been ridiculously fucking beautiful, alright? He has the eyes and the cheekbones and the scruff and the lips and the biceps and the abs, and Stiles has always found it a bit unfair to say the least.

The thing is, Derek doesn’t have that anymore. He still has the eyes and the scruff and the lips and the cheekbones obviously, because Derek’s genetics are ridiculous — and judging by Cora, the Hales are, like, blessed by God or something — but he has lost the biceps and the abs.

And it’s ruining Stiles’ life.

Really, Derek has always been ridiculously fucking beautiful, but seeing Derek all healthy and glowing and soft and wearing goddamn fucking christmas sweaters and yoga pants and having filled out a bit, just makes Stiles’ heart skip beats and takes his fucking breath away.

That’s not the only thing that’s changed in Derek’s vicinity though. Stiles walks into the loft for the first time in a few months and it actually looks… habitable? The weights that used to be piled in the corner are gone, and there are throw pillows on the couches, actual lights and it looks like a home.

“Wow,” he says, kind of embarrassed by how breathless he sounds. “I, uh, the place looks really good, Derek! Definitely better than… than before.”

Derek turns around to face him, lower half obscured by the kitchen counter, and a smile on his face that makes Stiles want to jump out the window. His cheeks are bunched and he has dimples and eye crinkles and Stiles is torn between wanting to hug him until they both suffocate and fucking him right then and there.

“Thanks,” Derek says, pouring a glass of coke for Stiles and a glass of apple juice for himself. His hands hide in his sleeves when he isn’t holding anything and Stiles internally screams (Sweater paws! Derek Hale has sweater paws! Someone hold him before he faints.) “Cora really helped before she found her own place to sleep. I liked it enough to let it it stay the way it is.”

Derek sinks down onto the new, comfortable-looking couch after handing Stiles the glass, and Stiles follows him. The cushions are heaven, and Stiles groans, letting the couch absorb him. “I’ll have to thank Cora then. This couch is amazing.”

“Um,” Derek says, taking a sip of his juice before setting it down on the table, the tips of his ears burning red. “That was my idea, actually.”

Oh. Well, Stiles knew Derek had changed, but somewhere in the back of his mind he’d still expected Derek to be a glutton for punishment for some reason. This — this is good though. Stiles gives him a reassuring smile, and the anxious look on Derek’s face disappears like snow in the sunlight.

“Good. Um, great job?” Stiles says, scratching at the back of his neck. Christ, he’d actually become a somewhat suave person at college but apparently all that newfound confidence evaporates in the face of a smiling Derek Hale. “So,” Stiles begins, gulping down half of his drink in an effort to gather his courage. “How have you been?”

Derek slouches a bit, and it emphasizes the added plush around his stomach and his thighs. Stiles quickly takes another sip of his drink to counteract how dry his mouth has suddenly become. Don’t get him wrong, Stiles loves that abs and the muscles and all that jazz but seeing Derek like this is just so… so…

“Fine,” Derek says, shrugging. “It’s lonely without the Pack here, but I’m starting to appreciate the peace and quiet.”

Yeah, Stiles knows that feeling. He loves the Pack, even in all their weird wolfish glory, but after Peter Hale and the kanima and the Alpha Pack, he definitely deserved a break. They all did. Derek most of all though; from what Stiles has been able to piece together, Derek hasn’t had a break in seven years.

Stiles stretches his arm around the back of the couch, until it’s just touching the roundness of Derek’s shoulders. “Oh yeah, me too. I definitely needed a break after all that craziness.”

Derek hums in agreement, slightly pushing into Stiles’ touch. It makes Stiles’ heart beat crazy fast and he blushes — there’s no way Derek doesn’t notice that. Instead of pulling away though, Stiles keeps his arm where it is, letting Derek’s warmth seep into his skin.

“It’s nice to reconnect with Cora too. We just… didn’t have much time to get to know each other.”

Derek slumps a bit at that, sad and disappointed and Stiles bites his lip. It’s one thing to know that he’s infatuated with the dude, but it’s a whole nother thing to want to feed him cookies and give him blankets and keep him warm and happy and safe forever.

“I can imagine that,” Stiles says, pausing as he thinks of something to change the subject to. He finds it in Derek’s soft sweater and the boxes filled with decorations that are stacked in the corner of Derek’s loft where the weights used to be. “I’m really looking forward to Christmas! Just seeing everyone again will be great, y’know?”

“I’ve missed Pack Christmases…” Derek says, gaze turning a bit wistful at his statement. Stiles’ heart twists. The Hale Pack had been big, had been a family filled with werewolves and humans. Stiles can only imagine what their Christmases must’ve been like — he’s only had his parents, and then just his dad. He sighs.

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” he tells Derek, dropping his arm so he can squeeze Derek’s shoulder, the skin giving under the pressure. Derek smiles at him then, so shy, and his cheeks are flushed, his bunny teeth showing.

Oh, Stiles thinks. Oh.

—

Stiles doesn’t have a lot of time to share with Derek the rest of the week. His dad takes up whatever time he has between working on assignments and studying for exams by forcing him to do chores. Stiles could just not do them, but his dad has been grumbling about having back pains and getting old, so Stiles cleans and cooks for the both of them.

It’s Christmas Day when he sees Derek again. Or, well, Christmas Evening, he supposes. Stiles is leaning against the arm of the couch, a pillow under him and a cup of hot cocoa in his hands, and he’s not sure he’s ever felt happier. Derek, Boyd, Erica, Isaac, and Scott are all squished together on the couch, Melissa and his dad taking the loveseat and Cora sitting in a pulled-up chair. Stiles catches his dad’s eyes and waggles his eyebrows, trying to subtly gesture towards Melissa. His dad just rolls his eyes, but pulls her closer anyway.

They’re watching some dumb, mindless Christmas movie — Stiles wasn’t allowed to put Die Hard on — and Stiles isn’t really paying attention. The glow of the lights from the tree makes everything seem warm, and they’re all here, together and alive.

Tilting his head back he looks at Derek, trying to see if he’s feeling okay. They talked about it a bit, what the Hale Christmases were like, and what Derek expected from today, and Stiles just wants to make sure that Derek is feeling nothing but fluffy, happy feelings.

Derek is already smiling — not with his mouth, but his eyes are twinkling with a sort of contentedness that Stiles has never seen on Derek’s face, and he lets out a breathless little gasp. Derek’s eyes fly to his, eyebrows already drawn up in concern, but they drop back down when he sees the expression on Stiles’ face, eyes widening a little. Stiles… Stiles should probably stop staring right now, before it gets weird, but — but he can’t.

Slowly, the corners of Derek’s mouth turn up, and he glances from Stiles to his lap and back again, the redness of his cheeks obvious even in the dim light of the Christmas tree. He’s wearing one of those ridiculously large sweaters again that sort of swallow him — and this one has thumbholes, thumbholes for God’s sake, how is Stiles meant to survive this? — and he’s blushing and looking shyly at Stiles, and Stiles… Stiles…

Stiles looks away, instead staring at the dull brown liquid in his cup. It suddenly seems a lot less interesting, and Stiles adores hot cocoa.

His dad coughs from the other end of the room and Stiles’ head shoots up to check on his dad, when he sees his dad waggle his eyebrows and subtly gesture at Derek. Stiles bites the inside of his cheek to hide his smile when he wonders if he and Derek are about as covert as his dad and Melissa.

—

But that’s just two times. Stiles can survive seeing Derek all healthy and glowing and happy twice. Twice is just fine. Then, one day, his dad invites Derek over for a card game and Derek — foolishly, oh so foolishly, he has clearly never played a card game with a Stilinski before — said yes.

So there Derek is, sitting at their kitchen table in Stiles’ childhood home, looking a bit bashful and a bit hopeful and a lot attractive, his thighs pressed together. Stiles swallows, hoping his cheeks aren’t too red even though they feel like they’re on fire, and goes about pouring his dad some coffee to distract himself.

“Do you want anything, Derek?” he asks, back purposefully turned to Derek so he won’t do something embarrassing like pour too much coffee into the cup so it overflows because he was too busy staring at the healthy glow on Derek’s cheeks. He grabs a glass for himself and then one for Derek, waiting on his answer.

“Do you have any juice?” Derek asks from behind him, polite in a way he never used to be, and Stiles finds himself smiling. He wonders if this is what Derek used to be like before the fire, before Kate ripped it all away from him. Peter had told him Derek had been cocky and arrogant, but seeing Derek like this, Stiles doesn’t believe it.

“Uh, let’s see…” Stiles says, peering into the fridge. Neither he nor his dad drink juice, so they probably don’t have a lot of choice. Stiles will have to stock up on it next time he goes to the store. “We have orange juice? Not apple juice though, sorry.”

“Orange juice is fine, thank you.”

Derek’s voice is soft and Stiles makes the fatal mistake of turning around and looking at Derek, who’s currently staring at Stiles with an intensity that makes Stiles blush. He’s smiling softly and there are dimples in his cheeks and Stiles, Stiles —

Stiles drops the glass of orange juice.

“Fuck!” he shouts, grabbing a towel and dropping to his knees to clean the mess up. Derek’s laughter rings through the kitchen and it makes Stiles flush with embarrassment and… and something unnameable, because Derek sounds happy.

His dad gives him a look like he knows what happened and Stiles resists the urge to roll his eyes. If this is any indication, this night is going to go horribly.

—

Near the end of the evening, after a shouting match or two, the tiredness has started to settle in, and they’re all a bit droopy-eyed and flushed. Derek yawns, leaning back in the chair as he rubs his hands over his eyes, his cheeks flushed with exhaustion and excitement from playing card games with Stilinskis, and his sweater rises up just the tiniest bit, just enough to show Stiles where his stomach is bulging a bit over the top of his boxers and Stiles… Stiles is pretty sure he’s on fucking fire right now.

He quickly looks down at his hands — partly to make sure Derek doesn’t catch him staring, partly to make sure that’s he’s still actually alive — clenching them into fists and relaxing them again, anything to distract him from the fact that Derek is being all soft and warm and huggable next to him.

It’s not fucking fair.

“Tired?” Stiles asks, his voice surprisingly hoarse, and he coughs a bit to cover it up. His dad sinks back into his chair with a smug smile, and Stiles kicks him in the shin.

“A bit,” Derek says, his voice fuzzy with sleep. “It might be best if I go home.”

Stiles nods halfheartedly. He doesn’t really want Derek to go, but he doesn’t know how to ask him to stay without breaking into a monologue about how lovely he thinks Derek is. It’s silent then, for a little while. Not in an awkward way, just the three of them enjoying each other’s company.

His dad breaks it with a, “you can sleep here if you’re not up for the trip, son.”

Stiles doesn’t know whether he’d rather strangle his dad or hug him forever. He appreciates his dad’s attempts at matchmaking, but are they really necessary? Really? Derek smiles politely at Stiles’ dad, but he shakes his head. Stiles’ stomach drops a little.

“No, it’s fine,” Derek says, standing up and stretching, flexing his muscles to get rid of the drowsiness. Stiles averts his eyes before he starts staring again. “I’ll sleep at the loft. Cora’s probably waiting for me.”

“Okay,” Stiles says, suddenly feeling very awkward. He follows Derek to the hallway, waiting until Derek pulls on his coat to open the door for him. As a prevention he shoves his hands into his pockets, just to make sure that he doesn’t do something stupid like pull Derek close and kiss him stupid.

“Night, Stiles,” Derek says, when he’s standing outside, giving him a little wave. Stiles doesn’t want him to leave.

“Sleep well,” Stiles says, and he waits until he can’t see Derek anymore to close the door. It’s so cold, and his pajamas don’t really help with that.

He’s so fucking fucked.

—

It’s New Year’s and Stiles is going to participate in what used to be a Hale Family Tradition — going for a dive in the cold, freezing waters of the lake in the middle of the Preserve, because werewolves are apparently masochists and seem to forget that they run about three thousand degrees hotter than Stiles.

So Stiles lets himself get roped into going swimming because Scott uses the puppy eyes, and his dad raises his eyebrows, and Derek looks at him and softly says, “please? It’s really important for me?” and really, how is Stiles meant to resist that? It’s just unfair. Just Scott’s puppy eyes would’ve done the trick, thank you very much, but both his dad and Derek had to get involved as well.

And now he’s standing on the bank of the lake, in just his fucking swimwear while it’s like minus one hundred degrees Fahrenheit. He’s trying his best not to physically curl into a ball, his arms around his waist, his teeth already chattering, and he’s pretty sure his toes are turning an alarming shade of purple and he hasn’t even jumped into the water yet.

Stiles is already physically dying, just looking at Scott and Isaac and Erica splashing around the freezing lake, when there’s a rustling behind him. He turns around, pretending he’s not stalling, when he realizes who is actually standing there behind him. It’s Derek.

Derek in just a sweater and his swimming trunks, his thighs nice and soft and his face round, and then he turns his back to Stiles and pulls off his sweater and just… just wow. Derek has dimples on his back and his waist is hanging over his trunks a bit and he looks so soft and cuddly and Stiles is pretty sure he just died and went to heaven, because just when you think that Derek fucking Hale can’t get any more attractive he goes and does this shit and it’s so unfair.

He snaps out of his Derek-is-so-cute-I’m-going-to-die haze when Derek crosses his arms over his stomach, forearms bulging a bit. Stiles swallows and looks away, but it’s already too late.

Fuck, he’s pretty sure he made Derek uncomfortable by staring at him. Maybe he’s insecure about his weight — though Stiles can’t really imagine that, he’s never seen any indicators that Derek feels ashamed for being a bit more chubby — and Stiles just made it worse. Shit, shit, shit, he’s such an oblivious asshole sometimes.

“I—” Derek starts, stops, loosely holding his wrist in his hand, arms covering up most of his chest so that only the side are visible. Stiles makes himself look Derek directly in the eye. “I, uh, I know it’s not what you’re used to.”

Oh. Oh. That’s just a travesty. Because here Derek motherfucking Hale is, and Stiles is so ridiculously, unequivocally in love with him (There, he said it, happy now?) and he’s feeling… bashful and insecure? So Stiles does the only thing he can reasonably do without just bursting into a little puddle of blood.

He takes a tentative step forward, and then another one, and another one, until he’s standing so close to Derek that he can feel Derek’s body heat, their toes almost touching, and, “Dude,” he breathes. “Dude. I really don’t know where you got the idea that you don’t look great because… because dude.”

And there it is again, that shy fucking smile that makes Stiles’ heart run victory laps around the entire fucking Preserve, the one that made Stiles fall in love with him in the first place.

“Oh,” Derek says, uncrossing his arms and letting them hang at his sides, and Stiles can finally see him in all his glory, soft and plush and the little lines of stretch marks running over his skin and Jesus fucking Christ, is it still Christmas? What did Stiles do to deserve this? “Okay.”

And then. Then. Then Derek takes Stiles’ hand in his, his fingers twining slowly with Stiles’ until their palms are pressed together. Stiles is freezing and Derek is giving off enough heat to thaw an entire frozen lake and Stiles wants to burrow himself in Derek, find every nook and cranny until they fit together perfectly and he can’t tell where he ends and Derek begins.

Derek leans closer, and closer, and closer, until they’re sharing breaths and Stiles about to spontaneously combust because they’re so fucking close to kissing when Derek pushes him back and he falls into the lake.

It’s cold, so fucking cold, and Stiles comes up gasping for air, the sound of Derek’s laughter ringing through the clearing.

“Oh my god!” Stiles splutters, his teeth clattering. He’s pretty sure his toes are already blue. He despises Derek. “You bastard. You absolute piece of shit.”

“Sorry,” Derek says, breathless with laughter, and tears streaming down his cheeks. Stiles would probably be more angry if Derek wasn’t so goddamn adorable when he laughed. “I couldn’t resist.”

Stiles pouts, wrapping his arms around his own waist, rubbing at his skin to try to create some friction. He’s pretty sure that if he stays in this water for any longer he’ll freeze to death. “You better come warm me up now with your supernatural warmth and some kisses to convince me to actually begin something with you.”

Derek rolls his eyes, but he jumps in anyway. Stiles gets soaked again in the resulting splash and he’s about to start yelling when Derek dives up in front of him, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I guess I’ll better start then.”

“You fucking better,” Stiles mutters, jumping into the safe circle of Derek’s arms. Drops of water fall on his shoulders from Derek’s hair and he’s turning into a fucking icicle and he may never use his dick again, but Derek is hugging him and pressing a kiss into his hair and he’s fine.

He’s fine.

A/N: Hhhhh I really hope y'all liked it!!!! I know chubby!Derek probably isn't that popular but yknow. I hope you enjoyed it regardless. Thank you to @ladydrace for beta'ing this for me and making sure my skinny ass didn't say something insensitive ^^ Please let me know what you thought!!!!!

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One-Sided

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Chapter 6

<Ch. 5, First Ch.

After so much time and anticipating, the next chapter of One-Sided is here!!! Please let me know what you think of it! Enjoy!

Lucy couldn’t help but get excited about her date with Natsu. She’d get to know him and see what he could bring to the table. She knew he was capable of being a gentleman, hero, and an asshole, but which one was the real him? For her own selfish ambitions, she really hoped he’d be an asshole.

Levy was curling Lucy’s hair into tight little ringlet curls before she raked her finger through them to give her hair a beach wave look. Her makeup was done to perfection. She went for a casual look with baby pink lipstick to complete her face.

“Where is he even taking you?” Levy asked as she finished the last few strands of Lucy’s hair.

“Not really sure. That’s why I’m not dressing up too much.” Lucy replied fixing her top. She sported a flowing white sleeveless top that she added a black leather jacket with white sleeves to give it a classier look. She wore a pair of black skinny jeans and finished the outfit off with a pair white low-top converse and some diamond earrings that belonged to her mother. If this didn’t get Natsu’s attention to stick around, Lucy would give up altogether.

“I think you can dress this up or down depending on the place, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, you’re right. You look great Lucy.”

“Thanks Levy. I love my hair by the way thank you so much for doing it.” Lucy reached out to hug her roommate who gladly returned her affection.

“Now since I’m ready, tell me why everything about Natsu ‘screams run’ like you put it,” she asked giggling.

Levy grew quiet for a second, like she was deep in thought. “I just remember all the times Gajeel would call or text me angry about something Natsu had done or was doing. It never affected him, just annoyed the hell out of him. I don’t think they got along that well. Gajeel used to live at the house we went to last night and Natsu lived in the room next to his. He’d always complain about what girls he had over and the pranks he’d pull to get people’s attention. After he moved out, the complaining stopped for the most part. But after every party he would have something to say about what or who Natsu had done. At a certain point, I got tired of his complaining and I told him enough was enough and he’s held his tongue ever since.”

Lucy pondered this. She could find any partying fuckboy anywhere, but something in her felt that there was something different about Natsu because of how he carried himself. There was an air of command around, that made people both respectful and wary of him.

“Just be careful. I don’t know his backstory, but from what I’ve heard, he’s bad news.”

“Is that from other people or just Gajeel?” Lucy giggled.

“Surprisingly, other people. And they all say the same thing – ‘don’t get involved’, they sound like parents being honest. How bad can the guy be? And how has he not been expelled or arrested yet, right?” The girls burst into a fit a of laughter then there was a knock at the door.

Lucy was almost giddy with excitement. She quickly answered the door and saw Natsu in a pair of ripped jeans, a black shirt and the same scarf he had on the night before. He looked Lucy up and down and smiled at her.

“You look nice.” He said kindly. Lucy blushed.

“Thank you. You do too.”

“Ready to go? The restaurant will charge my card if we don’t show up in time for the reservation.”

Reservation? How nice was this date supposed to be? Lucy didn’t try to think about it.

“I’m fucking with you, we do need to leave though. I don’t wanna get stuck in traffic on our way there.” He said chuckling.

Lucy nodded and followed Natsu out of the dorm, receiving dirty looks and heard terrible whispers about her choice of date. She smiled to herself happy to know that just spending time with him would ruin her reputation.

“Look everyone! Natsu’s got a new play thing! Shall we start taking bets now on how long this one will last?” shouted one of the girls in the lounge of the dorm. The words stung, but Lucy just rolled her eyes and kept walking.

“Mad it’s not you even after I let you suck my cock?” Natsu grinned apparently knowing who the girl was.

“Fuck you Dragneel!” she shouted at him with disgust.

“You did, don’t you remember?” he laughed wrapping his arm around Lucy and pulling her close. “I’m really sorry about that. It sorta comes with the territory. You don’t deserve this though.” He whispered into her hair, sending heat through her body.

“They’re just words from people who don’t matter. It’s fine.” It was something that she had been telling herself for years when people would talk about her and her family situation. She had taught herself to at least try not to care about what people said about her. Unfortunately, the pain of the words still stung her heart.

“We’ll have a good time and you’ll forget all about them and your problems. Sound like a plan?” he asked smirking.

“Sure, why not?” she giggled as he walked her to his car.

In the parking lot, Lucy was hoping to see a badass motorcycle or something of that cliché nature. Instead, she was met with a fiery red Camaro. Natsu unlocked it and led Lucy to the passenger side. He opened the door and smiled at her as she got into the car. He felt incredibly nervous because he needed to be on his best behavior, but he wanted to take her in the back seat and get her to scream his name while she came all over his dick. He checked his phone before he got in the car and saw a message from Lisanna.

“I’m not even with you right now, but you need to behave! This is Lucy fucking Heartfilia you're taking on a date.”

He rolled his eyes at the message and quickly typed his reply.

“I want to fuck Lucy Heartfilia Lisanna!” He put his phone on Do Not Disturb and got in the car with Lucy.

“So…” Lucy started.

“Before you ask me where we’re going, don’t. Just relax and enjoy. You won't be disappointed.”

“Okay.” She said feeling scared and excited all at once. She was more anxious to find out what tonight had in store for her and the kind a man Natsu would be.

The calm silence was interrupted by Natsu’s phone ringing. It annoyed Lucy but it also reminded her that she probably wasn’t the only girl he would take out.

“Yes Lisanna?”

Lisanna? Lucy knew that name, she just couldn’t remember who the girl was especially since the name Lisanna wasn’t on the list of the world’s most common girl names. She sat and strained to hear what was being said on the other end of the phone.

“Lisanna, I’m on a date right now. Please go bother Mira or Elfman.” He said obviously ignoring what Lisanna had said to him.

Of course, she knew who that was! Lisanna was Mirajane’s little sister who was probably a senior in high school by now. She was just as beautiful as Mira, but she never liked the popularity that came with her looks. Lucy remembered how Lisanna would intentionally not do her hair and makeup to make people leave her alone. Eventually the effort – or lack thereof – finally paid off and she was just like everyone else.

“Don’t you have homework? It’s a school day tomorrow, right? Lisa I’ll entertain you later, but big kids are busy. I’m gonna hang up now. Make good grades and behave!” She shouted something on the other end of the phone as he ended the call. Lucy raised her eyebrow at Natsu urging an explanation.

“She’s a friend of mine. You probably don’t know her. Trust me, we’re just friends.”

“I mean, I hope you're just friends since she’s still in high school. Unless you roll like that.” Lucy said off-handedly.

“Wait, how’d you know that?!” Natsu was shocked.

“I went to the same school as them. Actually, Elfman and I were in the same class.”

Natsu was still shocked about the news that he had just heard. Did that mean we would have to watch his back for Mira and Elfman even more than before?

“Were you all friends or something?” he asked casually.

“No, we just went to the same school. I knew more of them than I actually knew them.”

Natsu was so relieved to hear that and was glad to be at their destination. When he told Lucy, they might be late for a reservation, he wasn’t joking even though he told her he was. The look on her face was slight horror when he mentioned it so he wanted to play it off and still somehow surprise her. He was hoping she wouldn’t hate the place he chose. Well, Lisanna convinced him to pick the place. It had a semiformal dress code, menu items he couldn’t pronounce, and prices that he had to use the credit card he swore to himself that he’d never use. To put it simply, he hated the place already so Lucy better enjoy the damn restaurant.

He parked in the best place he could find and like a gentleman, got exited the car to get the door for his beautiful date. He gauged her reaction to the setting of the date and he was a bit confused. She almost looked like she was about to cry, and not the good kind. Had he completely fucked everything up by listening to Lisanna?! He was starting to become agitated with her response and he cleared his throat hoping that she would say something that would lead him to believe that he didn’t just waste his time and possible money.

“Natsu, w-where did you hear about this place?” Lucy asked in a daze.

“Lisanna told me about it. Why?” His response was curt and she felt slight joy in his behavior, but she was bothered that his tone was spoiling her complete and utter joy.

“It’s nothing. Are we gonna head inside? You did say you didn’t wanna be late for the reservation, didn’t you?” she smiled sweetly at him while taking his hand.

What Lucy wasn’t going to tell Natsu was that she would fall into bed with him just for bringing her to this very place. This restaurant wasn’t just some upscale pompous rich people restaurant, not to Lucy anyway. This place was her mother’s favorite when she was alive. Lucy remembered the many times that her mother would beg her father to take the three of them as a family for dinner. She began to remember one specific time that her mother had lied to her father about forgetting their anniversary just to take her there. Lucy could still hear the fake weeping her mother was doing while Lucy sat in the room playing with her doll. If she thought hard enough, she could even hear her father’s laugh, a deep throaty laugh that would warm the worst of moods, when he realized that he had been fooled by his wife.

“Layla, I rushed over as soon as the maids told me! How could I have forgotten one of the absolute best days of my life?”

“You didn’t Jude, but you did make me a promise to drop everything you were doing if I ever called for you. That wasn’t that case last time so I decided to get back at you Jude! By the way dear, when is our anniversary?”

Lucy remembered her father’s laugh echoing in the room as he lifted her mother and kissed her lovingly. Lucy knew that technique oh too well especially after her mother passed. He never answered the question, he only replied with gifts or affection. Nevertheless, he brought the family to the restaurant and they had a lovely evening.

“Lucy!” Natsu whispered sharply.

“What?!” she snapped sharply, drawing unwanted attention from other patrons of the restaurant.

“I was going to ask you if there was anything that you were interested in, but your thoughts seem to be elsewhere,” he said with a tight smile.

She glanced at the menu, but already knew what she was going to order.

“I’ll get the Asiago Chicken Pasta cooked witch red peppers instead of the sun-dried tomatoes and I’ll have a glass of Bramito del Cervo. What about you Natsu?”

He was dumbfounded by her response.

“Have you been here before?”

“A few times, is that a bad thing?”

“I was hoping that it would be your first time being here.” He said still trying to figure out what the fuck she said she was going to order.

“To be impressed when you ordered something off the fancy Italian menu? Natsu, if Lisanna is your friend she already told you that I have money. I’m sorry to disappoint but it’ll take more than this to blow me away.” She quickly realized that her words made hers sound as arrogant and pompous as the regulars the restaurant.

“But I’m very happy you brought me here. It’s a very impor–” she was cut off by someone calling her name.

It was some of her father’s associates. She’d known them her whole life. Who she didn’t know was the women she saw the two men with. No doubt they were their mistresses and the men were absolutely shameless to bring those women here knowing that they’re regulars at the dining establishment with their wives. Lucy was completely disgusted with them.

“Oh my, Lucy, how you’ve grown! It’s hard to believe you're in college already,” one said while placing a suggestive hand on her shoulder.

“Jude was just talking about how proud he was of you. I bet your mother is smiling down at you right now.” The other said patting her head innocently.

Lucy rolled her eyes at the two men in annoyance. She knew the only reason they approached her was to make her keep quiet about who they had come with. The one with the hand of her shoulder was making her uncomfortable. Ever since she was young, he would always watch her, but he wouldn’t dare try anything. Lucy knew that he would just be waiting for her in the wings until she become of age to try something then belittle and berate her when she would try to speak out about it. Flashes of the bathroom come to mind and she slightly flinches.

Natsu cleared his throat at the three of them.

“Excuse me, but the two of us were trying to enjoy our evening out. Is there any way that it could remain that way? I’m sure you two gentlemen have your dates to entertain as well.” He said with a tight calm tone.

“And who exactly are you?”

“I’m Lucy’s date. Unlike the two of you, I don’t have a woman at home wasting her worry on me while I’m just out fucking some lowlife whores that will do anything for attention. So, you can either leave now and act like you never saw us, or your wives will receive a phone call giving them anonymous tips about your affairs. Trust me, they’re already suspicious of you so they’ve believe me that you're having affairs. All in all, it’s your choice.” Natsu said with a sickly-sweet smile. Lucy’s blood ran cold with that look.

The men were at a loss for words as they angrily left with their dates, but not without shooting Natsu a dirty look. He let out an annoyed sigh.

“Lucy, I gotta tell ya, if the food isn’t as good as the names make it look, I’ll lose my shit.” He said with the same smile he gave her father’s colleagues but there was mischievous look in his eye.

“I promise most of it is. You have to know what to order.” She giggled while pointing out things on the menu that she enjoyed.

“Miss Heartfilia, it’s nice to see you. Shall I place an order for your usual?” asked the handsome waiter.

“No, I’ll order what my mother always got.” She said with a sad smile.

“Yes ma’am. And for you sir?”

Natsu struggled to pick what he wanted when Lucy reached over and pointed to one of the menu items that she thought he might like.

“He’ll have my father’s usual order.” She said to the waiter.

“Of course. Your food will be out in a moment.” He said walking away.

“Hey Lucy, does that man always touch you like that?” Natsu asked casually.

Lucy didn’t answer right away as flashes of last night. She didn’t want to ruin the night with her own personal issue, she also didn’t want Natsu to know all that much of her personal life.

“No, that was the first time it ever happened. It’s nothing to worry about. Anyway, how did you know those women weren’t their wives?”

“You didn’t recognize them and they didn’t wanna look you in the eye.”

Lucy was amazed by his observation skills. Their food arrived and they enjoyed their meal in comfortable silence as Lucy tried not to get too emotional over the meal she was eating. It was the meal her mother adored when she came to the restaurant. And she adored it just as much her.

The rest of the evening went on very uneventful and that slightly disappointed her. Natsu was still a gentleman and he even refused to answer his phone while he drove her home. When they got back to the dorm, he walked her through the lobby again only this time this girls that were heckling Lucy were silently sneering at the two of them. One girl was a childish enough to trip Lucy, Natsu quickly caught her and gave the girl a dirty look.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Lucy said with an indifferent face.

They got to the door of her room and Natsu was starting to get uncomfortable because everything in him wanted to take her back to his house and fool around with her.

“I hope you had a good time tonight.” Natsu said nervously.

“I did Natsu. Thank you so much.” She said kissing him on the cheek.

Before she could pull away, Natsu grabbed her face and his lips met hers.

[killcapitalizm]

my heart flutters when i see you; peter parker

request: “Can you do one where peter and the reader have been friends for a while but peter starts to like her because she got hot over the summer. And the reader has no idea that peter likes her. Please and thank you. I love your writing.😊😊”

word count: 2,123

warnings: bad writing, bad ending. some swearing. i didnt edit this

a/n: thank you sm for the request!! i’m sorry again for the ending. idk how to write endings still. i listened to this while writing if anyone wanted to know? yeah lmao.

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Peter stood at the main entrance of Midtown, clutching his phone in his sweaty hands. He never really knew why the first day back to school made him so nervous, it always ended up just being like any other school day. Even with this in mind, though, his stomach wouldn’t stop turning and he silently hoped that his new deodorant would be enough to fight of his nervous sweat.

He checked his phone again. The last text he got from Ned was be there in 5min. Not that it's Peter’s place to talk, but it's been eight minutes. He was sure that he looked stupid, standing by the doors of the school, checking his phone every few seconds.

Summer break was over now but summer itself sure as hell wasn’t. The days weren't getting any cooler and maybe it was a bad idea to wear a sweater today, not that he'd let May know that. She had warned him that he shouldn't wear a sweater today but his pride wouldn't let him switch to a short-sleeved shirt.

Sighing, Peter looked back up from his phone; Ned was a full five minutes late now. When he looked up, though, he was met with a sight that made him sweat more than any heat ever could.

Only a month ago had Peter last seen you– and don't get the wrong idea, you were always cute to him– but it looked like it's been two years. Was she always that hot?

This sun had given you a nice tan and a light spray of freckles across your face. He noticed how your body curved in such a way that it made him want to drool and he hasn't ever seen you in 90s-esque clothing but damn did you look great in it, and– oh my god. You were busy with your phone at the moment, which gave Peter a nice view of your case, which was usually just a plain clear phone case, but he noticed a new addition that made him swoon. You had placed a photo of him– well, Spider-man in your phone case.

Before he could regain his calm, you pocketed your phone and looked up, instantly meeting Peter’s gaze. The sight of him brought a broad smile to your face and Peter very nearly fainted in front of you.

“Peter!” You waved and jogged over to him, much to his simultaneous dismay and joy. You bumped elbows with him affectionately. It then occurred to Peter that he was still silently staring at you with his mouth wide open.

“Y/N,” he breathes out. “H-Hey… hey! Uh, how've you been?”

“Great! Really great.” You grinned at him, making his heart flutter. “Gosh, I’ve missed you. You haven't changed at all– I’m glad!”

How is it possible to speak so smoothly his brain screamed. “Oh, uh, I’ve missed you too, um. You’ve changed. A lot.”

“I guess I did switch up my closet a bunch.” You pursed your lips.

“But– But you look good!” He quickly added just in case.

Your eyes lit up and your cheeks warmed. Peter noticed the sunlight behind you that gave your hair a golden glow and suddenly the only thing his brain wanted to think about was running his fingers through your hair.

“Really?” You brought a hand to your chest, thoroughly flattered.

“Ah… yeah.” He took a deep breath. “Really, really good.”
 “Aww,” you cooed. “You’ve always been a charmer, Peter. You know how to make me smile. I really do love that about you.”

She needs to stop doing that or I really am going to pass out, he thought, his heart beating way faster than it should. “I, uh, I–“ The first bell of the day rang loud and clear, you shot your head up to the doors behind Peter.

“Shit! My first periods across the campus, I gotta go. See you soon, Pete, tell me all about your summer during gym, okay?” You leave him with that and sprint inside the building.

Peter can’t hear anything but his own breathing as he slowly looks over at the person left behind in Y/N’s wake, wide eyed.

He doesn’t need to hear Ned say “Dude.”

“I know,” Peter wheezes out. “I know, dude.”

“MJ!” You give your friend a quick hug, she doesn’t hug back but you know she’s happy to see you too.

“Y/N.” She marks her page and closes her book. “Off to gym we go.”

She turns toward the direction of the gymnasium and starts walking with you close behind. Before you could ask her how her summer was, she speaks up.

“Parker’s got a thing for you,” she states simply.

You can feel your heart flutter. “What? Peter? There’s no way.”

“I very clearly overheard him talking to ned about how hot you’ve gotten,” Michelle replies easily.


“My boy can recognize when someone is physically attractive.” You bite back an excited grin. Michelle doesn’t lie and the thought of Peter calling you hot? You know you’re blushing.

“Did you–“ She over exaggerates her pause. “Did you just call him your boy?”

“Yeah?” Maybe you shouldn’t have said that to MJ. You thought it was cute.

“I’m gonna puke.” She pushes the door to the girls’ locker room open, and lets you walk in first. “I knew you’d like him too.”

“I don’t! And Peter doesn’t like me, either.” It disappoints you to think about but you really can’t think of anything that indicates Peter liking you. He was naturally a shy and nervous boy– which is incredibly adorable, by the way– so his behavior around you isn’t anything out of the ordinary.

Sighing, Michelle walks ini front of you and shrugs her gym bag off her shoulder. “You’ll see it, Y/N, and if you don’t I’m going to leave you.”

Peter groaned when he saw you walk into the gym with Michelle, a blush already burning his face. “Come on, how does anyone look good in a gym uniform?”

Ned looks over at you two, shrugging. “I dunno, man. I wish I knew.”

You spot peter and his heart flutters when you wave happily at him and he uses every ounce of energy he had to wave back at you, nearly dropping the basketball he was holding. “Gosh, Ned. I mean, I liked her before but now I’m scared to even look at her. She’s way too far above my level now.”

“Yeah, but, bro–“ Ned leaned in and whispered. “You’re Spider-man. Remember what you told me about the picture in her phone case?”

“I can’t just play the Spider-man card!” Peter lightly threw the basketball at Ned, who caught it.

“Why not?” His friend whines, spinning the ball in his hands.

“I’ve told you, Spider-man isn’t a part trick–“

“Hey, losers.” Michelle interrupts the boys’ conversation and nearly gives Peter a heart attack.

“Ned!” You exclaim. “I haven’t seen you all day!”
 You high-five him and give him a quick hug before turning to Peter. “You have a summer to tell me about.”

“Right,” he swallows. You’re standing directly beside him and you smell damn good. “Right. Summer. Uh, pretty boring? Lots of, um, lots of work. Stark Internship. I was busy a lot.”

While he hated how he never spoke without a stutter, you found it endearing. “Really? You worked all summer?”

“Ah, yep,” he replies. He really wanted to know what the hell you did over the summer to show up looking like this.

“Aw, next time we should do something together. I was at the beach almost all of summer– I could bring you along next time? My mom would love to have you there.”

“M-Maybe.” Peter’s breathing ceases when you link your arms together. He falls into a terrible silence and it almost became awful, but Ned thankfully saved the conversation with a change of topic.

“Hey, Y/N, have you heard of Spider-man?” Ned asks very obviously. Peter sends him a glare as you rips your arm from Peter’s and excitedly turn to him.

“Yes? Who hasn’t? I love him!” You smile so brightly that Peter had to look away before he stares again. A heavy blush stains his face and crawls down his neck, burning his ears.

“Well…” Peter hears Ned hesitate and he knows what the boy’s about to say. Ned, I swear, do not– “Peter knows Spider-man!”

You hadn’t been at school the first time Ned announced that– you were sick with a pretty nasty virus all week– and thankfully the news never circulated to you, so this was a shock to you.

“Peter!” You spun back around and you stumbled into him a bit. “You never told me about this!”

“I–I, uh, I wasn’t really supposed to tell anyone– you see, Ned–“ Peter almost scowled at his other friend. “– just found out on accident. He wasn’t supposed to know.”

“That doesn’t make it any less cool that you know not only Tony Stark, but Spider-man!” You giggles, making Michelle pretend to gag for about the tenth time that day. “Spider-man is made of gold. This world doesn’t deserve him, but we sure do need him. I saw him once, he helped a little boy find his mother– it was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!”

Peter could barely speak, hearing you talk was so pure and heartwarming that he was only able to nod. It was him that you were talking to fondly of. He wondered what you’d think if you knew it was him; would you talk about Peter the same way you talked about Spider-man? They’re the same person but they aren’t one whole. He wished you’d look at him with those eyes of admiration when he didn’t have the suit on.

“Peter said he met him through the Stark Internship, right, Peter?” Ned continued.

“Uh,” he glanced around at Ned and Y/N and– well, Michelle wasn’t paying attention anymore. “Yeah. Stark Internship.”

“That internship’s got you doing all sorts of things.” You sighed. “I still hate how stressed and busy it’s got you but if you’re meeting people like Spider-man then I guess that makes it a little more bearable.”

“Yep.” Peter crossed his arms, avoiding your eyes.

You turned back around, allowing him to look back up at you. He almost wanted to tell you that he was Spider-man, knowing it would get him in trouble but knowing that you’d realize the person you think so highly of is your friend. But there was also a possibility of that reveal going downhill, maybe you’d hate him for keeping something so important from you, maybe knowing he’s Spider-man wouldn’t be enough to win your heart. He didn’t want his love to end your friendship– cliché, of course, but a real fear nonetheless.

He felt someone elbow his side and he looked over to see Michelle.

“Don’t think I can’t see you drooling,” she raised a knowing eyebrow at him.

“And there you go.” Michelle gestures toward the door of the locker room. You pause, setting your gym shirt down.

“What?” You ask.

“Please tell me you saw him making love-eyes at you.” She narrows her eyes at you and you mirrored her.

“He wasn’t making love-eyes at me.” You insisted. “MJ, Peter was way too into Liz to be over her that quickly.”

“Well, Liz is gone and you’re the only one he’s been looking at like that. I’m going to remind you right now that I will leave you if you seriously didn’t notice how much he was eying you. Bedroom eyes, Y/N.”

“Oh my god, MJ, Peter doesn’t do bedroom eyes!” You blushed furiously.

“Fine, fine. It wasn’t bedroom eyes but it was love-eyes.”

“They weren’t love-eyes, okay? He wasn’t even staring at me.” You put on your shirt, shaking your head.

“I’m leaving you.” She grabbed her book and her gym back, walking away.

You rush to pull on your pants. “MJ, wait!”

Your heart fluttered painfully. Michelle was so insistent that Peter was crushing on you, but you knew Peter better than her and that couldn’t be true. You had never seen him staring at you– if anything, you stared at him. You could only hope that he’s never caught you. And Peter could only hope the same thing. When Ned insisted that you definitely liked him, he was just as deep in denial as you were.

It annoyed Michelle and Ned to no end when the two of you refused to acknowledge any romantic interest from the other– especially you– but what would love be without struggle?

[suallenparker]

Philinda Fanfic: In Control, Chapter 1

RATING: Explicit as in lots of detailed sexual practices between two consenting adults.

SPOILER: ALL the backstory we saw on the show up until Melinda met Andrew. - Because this is set before she met him. ;)

SUMMARY: After Melinda expresses an interest into the BDSM scene, Phil offers to scratch that itch for her. So they meet at a hotel to explore her fantasies …

NOTES: Let’s not kid ourselves here, this will be a smut-feast with lots of mutual pining as they both explore a Dom/sub relationship. We all know they love each other, we all know how “just scratch an itch” has to end for them! But before that end, there will be so. much. sex. So very much of it! I’m very thrilled to bring you this story and I hope you’ll enjoy it!

WARNING: This story features consent. Any and all sexual acts in this story will be obviously consensual, by which I mean that our beloved OTP will make very sure they’re both always comfortable with what they are doing to each other, because rape culture sucks and we all deserve porn that doesn't romanticizes or excuses rape.

THANKS to @crazymaryt for listening to all my ramblings! You’re absolutely amazing and the very best cheerleader and fanfic-confidant anyone could ever wish for!

NEXT

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Chapter 1: In which they set the ground rules.

It wasn’t like she would actually get involved with Phil Coulson. Because that would be stupid.

Melinda took a breath as she pressed the button for the hotel elevator

He was a co-worker, sort of. Sometimes they worked on missions together and it was always was fun. He was a great person and they had a good partnership, whenever they were partnered up. A relationship would ruin that. Never date a coworker, her mother said. And she wouldn’t. She would just fuck him. Well, it was likely they would fuck tonight.

God, she hoped he’d fuck her tonight.

It was nothing personal, it was just scratching an itch. She needed something and he had offered … assistance. Hopefully that assistance would include fucking.

She really wanted to see his cock.

She swallowed hard.

She wanted to fuck him. She wanted to kiss him. She just plain wanted him.

Nothing personal, of course. Sexual curiosity, maybe.

The elevator arrived and she stepped in. She pressed the button to her floor. After the elevator doors closed, she tugged down the hem of her short black dress. It tended to hitch up her thighs when she walked, which was why she usually avoided wearing it, but tonight it felt appropriate. Same went for the black high heels and the red lipstick. Her hair fell down her shoulders in loose waves, which had taken her half an hour to achieve. He had texted her the room number an hour ago and five minutes ago, she had told the pretty receptionist in the lobby that she was Mrs. Smith and that her husband had left a key for her.

The elevator stopped. She got out and turned left just to stop right in front of the room door.

This could be her next great mistake. At least, this was a big risk to take.

Her heart was racing. She hadn’t been this nervous about something in years!

Totally stupid. This wasn’t even life threatening.

The key card pressed into her palm. She could still leave. She could still tell him thanks for the offer but no.

But she wasn’t a coward. And this was Coulson. He’d never do anything to hurt her, it just wasn’t in his character. So what did she really risk here? Embarrassment, for sure. Rejection, too. But on the other hand …

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and entered.

The room was big, with white walls and long white curtains in front of the big windows. A white leather sofa in stood in one corner of it, framed from two elegant white leather chairs.  A low metal table with a dark wooden top stood in the middle. On it lay a standard office file folder, a note book, two black ballpoint pens and a glass of … whisky, according to it’s color. Next to the door stood mini fridge, a small bar cart and a dark wooden desk with a brass lamp on top and a metal office chair. But the real eye catcher of the room was a massive metal bed with a metal headboard and white bedding. It was framed by two metal nightstands with identical brass lamps. Framed black and white photographs of sky scrapers decorated the walls all around. Everything looked sleek, clean and elegant. And a bit sterile.

The sinking sun colored everything red and yellow. They were high enough in the sky, so that she had a view all over the city.

Coulson sat in one of the leather chairs and rose as soon as she entered. He wore his usual uniform, dark grey suit, white shirt and a tie with blue and grey stripes. His jacket rested on the arm of his chair, his sleeves were rolled up. He had such lovely arms.

Maybe he could use that tie to tie her up before he’d turn her to face the wall and drove his cock in her.

She tried hard to not stare at his crotch. Instead she lifted a brow. “Mr. and Mrs Smith?” she asked.

He grinned. “It’s funny because we’re spies.”

She rolled her eyes, but he kept his smile.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked.

Something to calm the nerves would be good. “How’s the whisky?”

“Over expensive but delicious.”

“Sold.”

He went over to the fridge and the bar cart and poured her a little whisky bottle that probably costed fifteen bucks. He added two ice cubes before he handed it to her.

She smiled. It was silly, but the fact that he actually remembered how she took her drink made her feel more comfortable.

With the drink in her hand, she followed him as he returned to the seating area. They both sat down in the chairs and when he reached to the table, he didn’t grab his glass, but the file folder.

“So about tonight,” he said and swallowed. “How would you like to do this?”

Right to the point. She took a sip of her drink. “You’re the pro. You tell me.”

He pulled in a deep breath. “Are you familiar with SSC?”

She shook her head slightly. She thought she read that somewhere but from the top of her head, she couldn’t place it.

“It stands for sane, safe and consensual and if you decide you want to try anything BDSM related with me, those will be our ground rules.” He bended the folders edges with his hands and smoothed them over again. “That means that before anything happens, we’ll discuss it and make sure both parties give their full consent before we proceed into …” He swallowed and cleared his throat. “That consent can be withdrawn at ay point during our session and then we immediately stop. After the session there will be aftercare, where we can discuss what happened and how you feel, to make sure you’re ok.”

“Will there be a safeword?” She had heard of those. “Red for stop?”

“If that’s the word you want to use, yes.”

“Do you have a different safeword?”

“He straightened up and looked her in the eye. “Pugs.”

She snorted. “Pugs?”

“See?” He grinned. “They deescalate every situation.”

“Pugs it is.”

“Then we get right to the sane part.” He swallowed again. “What would you want me to do to you tonight.”

She pulled up her shoulders.

“If you can’t say it, we can’t do it.”

He was right and she was being ridiculous! Usually she had no problem to ask for what she wanted, but this was … “I want you to take control,” she mumbled and looked to the ground. “I want you to order me around and to use me.”

She wanted to please him. She wanted him to strip of her clothes and bent her over the chair to fuck her.

She was comfortable with being in control. But more so she wanted to give herself to someone else. To just trust them and to let go. She felt herself blush. Wasn’t that pathetic?

“We can do that,” Phil said. His voice was soft. “Have you ever done anything like that?”

Was he expecting her to just lay out her life like that? She nibbled on her lip.

“I already told you that I had a girlfriend who was into this stuff,” he said, “she liked being tied up and to be fucked. She liked to be spanked and to …” He sighed. “This is awkward for me too, but I promise the worst that can happen  is that we both just go home, if that’s what you want. I won’t tell anybody about this. I won’t mention it to you at work. Everything that happens here will stay here.”

She looked up and met his gaze. His eyes were so gentle. “I always liked sex,” she said, “I like it rough but so far it never …” She nibbled at her lower lip. “It wasn’t bad, I just would like to try something else.” He said he had spanked his former girlfriend. Her mouth felt dry and she took another sip of whisky.

She could lay across his lap, dress hitched up, panties around her ankles and his hand hitting her ass …

“I have a list of things we could do if you want,” he mumbled, “Would you like to look at it?”

She nodded and he handed her the folder.

When she opened it, she looked at a page that read “SSC – sane – safe and consensual – how to enjoy the BDSM life style …”

She looked up to him.

He shrugged. “The first few pages are research on the topic I thought you’d like to have.”

She grinned. Just like in the field, Phil always came prepared with knowledge.

“Please turn to page five,” he said.

She flipped through the pages – one on consent, one on the difference between BDSM practices and abuse and one about safewords … Then there was half a page that looked a bit like an excerpt of a dictionary:

Bondage – the state or practice of being physically restrained, as by being tied up, chained, or put in handcuffs, for sexual gratification. - details and limits to be discussed.

Exposing the submissive

Dirty talk

Kissing

Fingering

Role play - to assume the attitudes, actions, and discourse of (another), especially in a make-believe situation - details and limits to be discussed.

Vaginal sex

Doggie style sex (vaginal)

Sex up against the wall (vaginal)

Spanking - to strike (a person,) with the open hand, especially on the buttocks, as in punishment.

Hair pulling

Spanking using a crop

Oral sex (Cunnilingus / Blow job)

Use of sex toys (dildos, vibrators)

Anal play

Use of anal sex toys (butt plug)

Anal sex

…

She read through all points and felt herself getting wet. She rubbed her legs together.

“That list isn’t exclusive,” he said. “If there’s something you’d like to try that isn’t on the list, we can of course discuss it.”

She kept staring at the list.

“And just because it’s on the list doesn’t mean I’m expecting you to … It’s more a sort of menu card, if you wish.”

“Could you tell me to undress?” she asked, still not looking at him.

“Yes.”

“Could you look at me and …” She licked her lips. “Could you touch me?”

“Where?”

“My body, tits, ass, wherever you want. Like you’d examine me.”

“Do you want me to finger your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to be fucked?” His voice was rough now. He shifted in his chair.

She looked up. His hard cock tented his pants. God, yes. She wanted to be fucked. She nodded.

“Say it.” His hand squeezed his right knee. He probably longed to touch himself. If he’d order her to get on her knees, take out his cock and suck him off, she’d do it.

“I want to be fucked,” she said.

“How?”

“However you want to fuck me will be fine.”

“The more details you give me, the closer we can get to your fantasy.”

“I want to be turned against a wall, hands tied behind my back, fucked from behind.”

His cock twitched and he groaned. “We can do that.”

“When?” She looked at him and he smiled.

“We still have to cover the safe part.”

“We already talked about safewords.”

He snorted and shook his head. “Condoms, Melinda. Do you want me to use them?”

“Do we have to?” The idea of feeling his cum inside her … to be left messy and used appealed to her.

“If you turn to page six, you’ll find a clean bill of health. I got checked out last week,” he said.

Crap. “I don’t have a bill of health with me.”

“But you’re clean?”

“Got tested last week, too.” It was mandatory.

“Good enough for me.”

“So no condoms.”

“No condoms.” He nodded and grabbed his knee tighter. “Remember the safeword?”

“Pugs, yes.”

“Then we can begin when you’re ready.”

She put the folder on the table. “I’m ready.”

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