#in case ur here for fluffy quotes

[beefboyandbabygirl]

can i request pleasee? wonwoo oneshot based on taylor swift's song "the very first night" because i'm in need of smutty with extra fluffy in it ☹️😔

Very First Night

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pairing: ex!wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, exes to lovers

warnings: this is SMUT MDNI!, oral (f receiving), regular smegular missionary, making out, exes getting back together, brief mentions of clubbing and alcohol, petnames (baby, darling)

quotes from beefboy: "it's FIERCE" (sorry thats the only one i dont feel like scrolling thru all our messages AHHA)

wordcount: 1k

a/n: first request yaaay!! i know im a little late into the game by now (my summer vacay is pretty packed lol), but in case ur confuuuuused, hiii im the bbygirl to the beefboy (aka user @joshibambi), im taking care of all the requests xx. And im gonna be v honest here and say i hadn't heard this song until this request lol, but i took this task SERIOUSLY and i love basing fics on songs (i make a playlist for all of beefboys fics, its true), so like keep em coming. i rlly hope u like it!! (this was a v long a/n lmao i promise they wont all b like this).

You watched his name on your phone screen, displayed in your contacts in a row amongst many other w-names. Wiliam, Wade, Walter- Who the fuck was Wylan? You tried to pay attention to any other name but his.

Wonwoo.

And then you thought, fuck it. It wasn’t like things had ended on bad terms. They had ended on we-are-busy-and-maybe-we-should-try-something-new terms. It was easy. An honest talk on the couch during a chilly Friday afternoon, and you had decided it was the best option. For the both of you.

And it was only after the fourth weekend out with your friends after the breakup, you realized what had happened.  

You missed him. You missed him so bad, you wished you could abandon the strong drinks and sweaty air of the bar that reminded you so much of your very first night with him. But you didn’t. You didn’t say a word as you danced under flashes of pink and red with strangers. Nobody knew.

Nobody knew how much you missed him. Not until now.

“Hello?” 

He sounded confused, maybe even a little startled when he answered your call. Maybe you should have told your friends so they could have talked you out of this afterall.

“Hey Wonwoo.”

“Hey…”

You realized you hadn’t actually planned what you were going to do from here. 

“Do you- Like, wanna come over?”

It went silent on the other end again, and the question echoed in your head, suddenly sounding pretty wrong.

“I mean- Not like that, just like if you wanna talk, you know? Catch up and stuff, I just wanna make sure you’re okay and-“

“Y/n, let me stop you right there.”

Well. That didn’t seem too good.

“I, uh- Okay, fuck, this is really embarrasing, but I’m- I’m already here.”

“…What the fuck?”

“Yeah, and I was gonna do this whole- I don’t know this whole thing, and now you’ve ruined it, actually. So thank you.”

The familiar sarcastic tone of his voice made you giggle as you got up from the couch and sauntered towards the door.

“Really? What kinda thing?”

You were teasing him now, but hell, you had already decided to call your ex on a lonely late night. Might as well go all out.

“This whole…Romantic thing, I know it’s stupid, I’m sorry, but I just-“

Before he could continue, you pushed the door open, and there he was. Not a particularly spectacular sight, to the average person. Dressed in sweats with his glasses (your favorite pair. The slutty ones), sliding down his nose a little, exposing the fact that he probably ran all the way up the stairs. 

And still he was beautiful. The most beautiful you’d ever seen him.

“…So do we talk first, or do you wanna-?”, he asked. 

“I was thinking fuck first, talk second?”

“I wanna kiss you first though.”

“Kissing is an integral part of sex.”

“I know, but I wanna kiss you now.”

“Was that your romantic thing? Burst into my apartment and kiss me?”

He shrugged.

“I figured you’d like it.”

You took a step closer to him.

“You were right.”

At some point during the kiss you both made it past your doorstep, lips pressed together tightly and limbs intertwined in all sorts of impossible ways. 

Once again you were brought back to your first night together. How you practically jumped into his car, and he pressed the gas as hard as he could, and the lights and neon signs were so pretty it felt like they were there just for you. How you stumbled through the hotel room door all smitten and giggling, the sounds of the busy city life behind the window not even coming close to drowning out the sound of your pounding hearts. It was written in the sky that night, the longing, the want, the need you felt for each other. 

You were brought back to the present when the air got punched out of your lungs, as your back hit the mattress of your bed. Wonwoo crawled on top of you, his eyes meeting yours. 

You kissed again. Your limbs intertwined again, and clothes flew all over your room as you scrambled to get back to each other after all this time. you knew then and there that your very first night together was going to be incomparable to this feeling. This feeling, in this moment. 

His lips kissed their way down your body, not leaving a single spot missed until he met your clit, his nose brushing against it ever so lightly. 

“Don’t tease, Won- Ah.”

He couldn’t dream of teasing. Not now, when you were right here, and even though he didn’t get to tell you the words he had memorized, he couldn’t really care. Not when all he could think of at this moment, with his lips wrapped around your clit and tongue prodding at your hole, was you.

“God, so fucking good, missed this fucking pussy”, he mumbled into your dripping core as you gripped his hair tighter and gave in to the inevitable urge to grind against his tongue. 

“I know you’re close baby, come on. Cum for me darling.”

With one last flick of his skilled tongue you were falling over the edge, a rush running through your body that couldn’t compete with any other feeling.

Still in a daze, his chin coated in your wetness, Wonwoo made his way back up your body until his lips were on your neck and his hard cock was grinding against you. 

“Need you Won, need you so bad, please.”

Your voice was barely a whisper, as you ran your nails down his toned back and nipped at his earlobe in a desperate attempt to get him to do something. Anything. Everything.

“I know, I know. Need you too baby, you have no idea.”

He was almost panting, and soon enough his struggling breaths became a long content sigh as your sweet pleas and whines had him pushing into you, your familiar warmth sucking him in.

His thrusts were sharp and deep and fucking perfect. You didn’t want it fast, didn’t want it hard or rough, you wanted it real, wanted it to be just him and you and nothing else.

“Do you know-“

Now he was truly out of breath, heavy sighs and grunts tumbling from his swollen lips right next to your ear as you shut your eyes in pleasure.

“-How much i missed you? Missed you so fucking much, I should have never, fuck, never let anything get in the way.”

God, how nice it felt to know he had missed you. And how nice it felt for someone to finally know how much you had missed him. 

Between a hundred more I missed you-es, you dragged each other through the fall, him after you (ever the gentleman), and between many quick kisses and a few drowsy ones you fell asleep in his arms. 

Just like the very first night.

[planes-like-vultures]

hi hello i saw ur incorrect quotes thingy and wish to hear abt ur characters!

OH. MY. GOD. where to start?? okay so ill give you the basics because if not i would be here for hours.

Pax (age 14 they/them) is the main character. theyre non binary and pansexual and have a massive crush on Caroline. they are prone to panic attacks and have severe asthma. (my game takes place in a hospital) and they have been admitted to the hospital because of that. the meds theyve been given cause them to hallucinate . one day, they see a shadow monster at the door of their room and Pax tries to kill it with a steak knife. turns out the monster was actually Caroline (hence all the haha murder quotes in my og post) but the meds were making them see her as a monster

Caroline (age 14 she/they) is biromantic asexual and is head over heels in love with Pax. shes literally the sweetest person ever like oh my god. she loves doing Pax's hair and there is a segment im going to put in the game where theres an opportunity to go on a cute little date with her! shes in the hospital recovering from an open heart surgery and is quite insecure about her scars. she gets flustered super easily (especially around Pax <33)

Scarlett (age 12 she/her) is aroace and has chronic insomnia. she can get very grumpy when she doesn't get enough sleep (which is all the time). she gets very jealous when her friends hang out with other people and has been know to have outbursts of anger. but, she absolutely adores Casper, and treats him like a little brother. she wanders the halls during the nights she can't sleep, and reads a lot when she can't leave her room. she loves romance novels but will never admit it.

Casper (age 8 he/him) has a terrible case of tuberculosis and must wear a mask and gloves at all times when he leaves him room. he looks up to Scarlett and loves her so very much. he's quite mischievous and always tries to sneak out of his room to go see her. he knows that his condition wont get better, so he has been secretly creating a scrapbook to give to Scarlett on his Last Good Day.

Eleanor (age 6 she/her) lost her right leg due to osteosarcoma and has a prosthetic leg. she gets cold very easily so she can be seen wearing a very fluffy sweater. she has a beloved cat plush that she carries around EVERYWHERE named Mr. Mittens (first name Mr. last name Mittens). she's very sweet and adores colouring with the crayons in the play room.

other info

Pax and Caroline are both autistic and have adhd!

Casper came from an abusive home (his parents aren't permitted to see him during his stay), so Scarlett's family was planning to adopt him

Pax and Caroline share the same favourite song (Dance with Me by beabadoobee)

sdhjkjasdh okay yeah thats it!!

[sollucets]

secret santa here again! thanks for the run down on your watchlist. any favorite tropes/dynamics/themes/quotes?

also, hope you're doing well!! any fun plans for the holidays/end of the year?

hello mystery friend! 💜

this is an undertaking of a question u understand. i immediately forgot every trope i know. but i will do my best to hopefully turn up something useful for your sake 😭🥰

my favorite, like, Recognized BL / drama Trope is very much ‘let me put ur bike helmet on and you can hold onto me while we ride’,,, im also a big big fan of the pinkies touching hand shot (& all hands). more generally i am a fan of tasteful angst, time loops, & found family

dynamics is,, i dont really have a preference so long as theyre not normal about each other. like,,, best friends to lovers great fine. beloved. enemies to lovers also great fine and beloved. whatever raysand are doing (fucking to ??? to lovers). love all that. but they gotta be kind of unhinged about it. the devotion’s gotta be there. you understand.

(i Will watch a more normal, sweet, healthy relationship (see: my ride, etc) and i do consume this kind of happy fluffy content sometimes but like i do prefer it to come from a place of at least mild unhingedness. u get me)

for quotes…. i have a poorly maintained #poems tag that will likely be of no use to you; i usually use lyrics for this kind of thing myself. and in that case,, uhm, feel free to poke through my spotify?

heres my sad lil akkaye the eclipse vibes playlist (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0HTQ8WGaEZjHHsVy9La6BM?si=XiRaxAuKT1O64csHmMVfkA&pi=u-t9CKeeCnQ12Q)

and i do also have an only friends playlist although it was mostly made prior to airing

i like to steal lyrics for my own sets and/or fic titles from purity ring, the crane wives, &etc

hopefully all this blabbering is of some use to you!!! i wish u a happy end of december soon. im going to visit my brother for a few days in about a week, which will be nice as we are both raging introverts and i rarely get to talk to him

💜💜💜

[totallycorrectteentitansquotes]

Terra: I’m about to take you out prematurely. Like your family.

Raven: My mother died when she was young and it was morbid. But at least she didn’t ditch me while she was alive, like yours did.

[fluffwritingcorp]

HI HELLO!! if ur in the mood, could we pretty please get some headcanons towards hanma about taking him to a festival?? since it's festival season here and already basically summer, i'd love to hear what you think would happen towards this!! super fluffy if that's okay, ur so talented and loved!! — 🐏

AHHH i love festivals and Hanma what a great combination Sheep anon:)

Route Chosen: Hanma Shuji

Yn Selected: Gn

Warnings: Hanma being Hanma, also Hanma threatening someone, and some cursing

Let the Route Begin!

You were just chilling at Hanma's house sitting on the couch with your boyfriends head in your lap when he knocked against you arm to your attention

"You don't have any plans Saturday right?"

"No why Hanma?"

"Well now you do so don't go making any got it Babe?"

"Wait Hanma what are you planning?"

He gave you a cocky smirk and just turn his head so his face would be in your lap

"Not telling it's a surprise"

"Hanma last time you said that it was because you wanted me to go to a gang meeting because and I quote 'Wanted something pretty to look at'"

"Well yeah Babe what do you want me to do look at Kisaki the entire time? I would much rather look at your cute face"

Hanma refused to tell you anything about these so called plans he had he just told you to dress casual and dress for the warm weather

Saturday came and he picked you up he still wouldn't say anything about the plans he had it wasn't long until you realized he was taking to the festival in town!

"Surprise Babe we're at the festival and I'm paying for everything"

Hanma kept that promise he would buy any food or drink you wanted plus you two rode all the rides there.

As you two were walking and discussing where you wanted to get food at you eyes got caught on a game stand where if you won you got a squishmallow (im obsessed with squsihmallows yall) not only that but it was the really big ones and they had the cow you've been wanting

"Then I told Kisaki he can shut the f- Babe are you paying attention?"

"Huh? Yeah sorry you were talking about Kisaki being a dumbass?"

Hanma's eyes followed yours to see what you were looking at and he noticed the stand that all those stuffed animals that you seemed obsessed with for some reason

"Babe do you want me to win you a squishmellow?"

"... yes"

Hanma pulled you to the stand it was a simple game all he had to do was knock down the bottles and he would win

He paid the guy at the stand and got three balls when Hanma threw them it was a perfect hit except not all of them fell Hanma kept trying but no matter how hard he threw not of the bottles would go down

"Whops sorry about that but it seems like you loose wanna try again?"

"You know what man I'll try again anything my Baby wants they get"

Hanma paid for three more balls and again not all of them would go down. Hanma did this two more times and you could tell he was getting frustrated.

"Hanma it's okay I don't have to have it"

"Naw Babe you're getting that damn cow but I think I'm realizing something"

"What?"

"I'm being cheated I should have guess it but I didn't catch on until about the third time the bottle on the bottom right corner never falls hey man you wanna tell me what that's about?"

The man behind the stand just shrugged his shoulders playing dumb

"No sir I think you're mistaken I haven't rigged anything"

Hanma got close to the guys face pulling his by his collar

"Now listen here man in case you didn't know I'm part of the Valhalla gang and i bet my boys would love to play with someone who's cheated me out of a lot of money or you can go and grab all the cow squishmellows you have and we can both go about our day. Which one are you picking?"

The man was obviously scared of Hanma now and did as he was told he grabbed all the cow squishmallows he had and handed them to him

"Good choice come on Babe grab your winnings"

You and Hanma walked away with all the cow squishmallows

"Shu you didn't have to do that you probably scared that man half to death"

"Okay and? What baby wants baby gets"

You huffed but leaned up and gave Hanma a kiss on the cheek as a thank you

"Hey shu"

"Yes babe?"

"How the fuck are we going to get these home on your motorcycle?"

Hanma paused and turned to look at you he obviously didn't think that one through

"Fuck"

I hope you enjoy it baby! I had a lot of fun with this one!

[savagetrickster]

Crushing on You (HCs) | BNHA

Request: First of All, i love your navigation its really unique :) Then mhhh what i wanted to request are just some headcanons about shoto (and other characters u like) in which they get really soft zu their crush or s/o, just some fluffy things that come to your mind when u think about it uwu !and dont stress yourself with anseering this request, take ur time! 

anime  |  character(s):   bnha |  todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki

word count: 1.9k+

a/n: thank you anon, it took me a really long time to make my current navigation; glad you liked it! sorry for the delay, i’ve been trying to squeeze in writing time between my work schedules and finally managed to complete this as well. Whew! i expanded a little more on your requests while trying not to go off-track hahah! also, i really want to add more characters but time could allow me to write for these two. hope you like my take on how they would behave regarding their crushes! i kinda rushed through this piece so the sentences may not string well together hahah and there may be some errors; it’s not beta-ed.

How did he find out about his crush on you?

Shouto is as smart as a pile of bricks when it comes to anything that isn’t…well, hero stuff? So when he harbored special feelings for you at the start, he wasn’t aware of that. Completely oblivious and hilariously dense about it.

The first few times his heart raced and his cheeks grew warm in your presence, he didn’t make the connection between these and you. He went to see the doctor thinking there was something wrong with his heart and was the reason why his face would feel warm. Nights before his appointment at the hospital, he couldn’t sleep.

It turned out that everything was fine; his heart is perfectly healthy. So the next thing he thought, making a connection to you - is he allergic to you? Or did you have some sort of secondary quirk you kept secret?

Often, he found his eyes gravitating to you, like you were some kind of magnet. You were the first thought he wakes up to and the last before he went to sleep. There were times he felt oddly possessive of you when you talked with the guys.

Despite all these, none of these made him realize his feelings for you. He passed them off as curiosity since you were the only one who made him feel strange.

He only found out why when he shared his suspicion about you  - is he allergic to you? Or did you have some sort of secondary quirk you kept secret? - with Midoriya, particularly the latter. 

How does Shouto behave around you after his realization? All the years growing up the way he did, having a crush on someone was foreign and bizarre to him. Knowing only quirk-related and hero whatnots with limited social interactions in his maturation years, he was…afraid. Afraid of his own feelings for you. He has no idea what to do and couldn’t face you without accidentally coming off as ‘curt and cold’ to you. He avoided you like you were the plague; he couldn’t help it - he felt like he could combust into flames (lol) from how much you made him blush.

You had always enjoyed Shouto’s company and admired his talents as a hero, sharing an amicable connection with him despite not being in his circle with Midoriya and the rest. You liked him. Liked him too much. 

So when he was suddenly blunt and cold to you + very obviously avoiding you, your heart broke. 

The day you confronted him out of frustration and with a broken heart, he realized how wrong he was to act like this.

>> a short fic based on the paragraphs above is coming soon!

He didn’t want to hurt you because of his own fears. He apologized to you but decided to keep his feelings for you a secret from you - the last thing you two needed a distraction like this when you should be focusing on forging your paths as heroes.

As he promised, he suppressed his feelings and maintained (struggled to) the way he was with you; simply friends.

But he definitely has a soft spot for you. 

He has developed an overprotective streak for you; his eyes were always on you. 

   he’s always the first to react if you were in danger. And if there were any stimulation exercises with the class, he would be adamant about staying near you, asking whoever who is on your team to switch with him (of course, without you knowing)

He is very attentive about what you liked or disliked. Taking notes in his head like it was his duty. 

   there was a time when he overheard a discussion between the girls and you, gushing about the types of clothes you girls like to see on a guy. Taking interest in what you like, he eavesdropped and heard you like pullovers on guys. And on the very next day, he bought himself a few, of course using his Endeavor’s credit card, and wore them as soon as they were ready to worn.

He takes very good care of you and is always concern. Too concerned for a mere friend. He is always there to catch you in case you fall.

menstrual cramps?    one day, he walked into the lounge of Class 1-A dormitory and found you clutching onto your stomach, obviously in discomfort and pain despite already taken a pain killer for your cramps. You desperately needed a heat pad to help ease the shit your uterus had to put you through every month.

at first he had thought about using his fire quirk to help you but quickly scratch that idea because he knew he didn’t have that kind of control to not hurt you by accident. The only solution is to get you a water bottle of warm water which loses its temperature pretty quickly. from then, he made it his goal to obtain superb control over his fire quirk, even to the extent of asking Endeavor for help in refining his control just for you. So that the next month when you had to go through the same pain, he was ready to use his fire quirk to relieve your discomfort.

fever?    shouto caught onto news that you caught a bad cold and were down with a high fever. You laid in the darkness of your room, feeling feverish and your body was burning up. that day, he spent the whole night in your room, tending to you the best he could. Pressed his hand to your burning forehead, ice quirk activated; cool enough to make you sigh but not too cold to freeze you by accident - having only used his ice side growing up, his control is excellent. somehow he ended up holding you, cuddling your feverish head to his body on your bed, regularly activating his ice side to keep his body cool. 

When he thinks about his future after graduation, he always include you. In fact, you are part of a much, much bigger picture in the future he envisioned.

it is in his plan to confess to you after graduation. he already knew enough about you, having paid attention and staying near you throughout after he found out that you were special to him. over time, his crush on you wasn’t as simple anymore. Something stronger and more permanent was beginning to bloom in his heart as he continued to safeguard you and watch over you like a silent guardian.

Get ready to adopt he name ‘Todoroki’ in the future ‘cause he’s pretty determined to take things further with you. First, his girlfriend and of course his wife and the mother of his children. 

How did he find out about his crush on you?

I would like start Bakugou’s part right off the bat by saying that the expression you see in the heading^ made for him is exactly how he would react once he realized he has a crush on you. 

Bakugou here looks like he is in disbelief (as if having such feelings was absurd), bewildered and irked.  Yes, damn right he will be irked. He finds harboring such feelings for you or in fact, anyone unnecessary, ridiculous and stupid. He didn’t have time for such a thing.

Bakugou isn’t as dense as Shouto about this sort of things; if he did find his heart pounding around you, he’s sharp enough to know that you had an effect on him and suspect that he has feelings for you, but this doesn’t mean he is going to acknowledge it. He would dismiss it quickly and move on to more important stuff like his goals.  One day, he grew really jealous and extremely irritated when he saw two seniors hitting on you while he was on his way to class after lunch with Kirishima and Denki. Surprisingly, he handled the situation pretty calmly despite how irritated he is. He walked forward, speeding up ahead of Kirishima and Denki and smoothly tugged you away from the persistent upperclassmen with a firm but gentle grip around your bicep. 

From that incident,  Kirishima and (sorry Kirishima is probably pretty dense about this sort of things but of course no one could beat Shouto in this area lol)  Denki being a rather perceptive guy when it came to matters of the heart, was quick to pick up on Bakugou’s crush on you. Bakugou kind of grudgingly acknowledge his feelings for you that day. Was it because his friends being pushy, constantly teasing him about it? Or was it witnessing that upsetting scene you were in? 

Maybe both? But that did not mean he was going to act on it. He is still pretty stubborn about remaining unbothered about this “useless, pointless sentiment”, quoted Bakugou pretty often to his friends. How does Bakugou behave around you? Bakugou Katsuki is a freaking kuudere - i.e.  a character who is often cold, blunt, and cynical. They may seem very emotionless on the outside, but on the inside they’re very caring — at least when it comes to the ones they love.  Though he deems his feelings for you a “useless, pointless sentiment”, it has become a second nature to him to worry about you regardless of how adamant he is about “not giving a fuck about you” as he had gruffly said to shut his friends up. 

He becomes subtlysoft!Bakugou around you. 

  he is rather toned-down and mature when it comes to you. his explosive (haha) temperament is milder and he exhibits bits of gentlemen traits around you.

  his brash, rough voice softens when he talks to you without him realizing. He is more patient and calmer around you than the rest of his classmates or even his closest friends like Kirishima. he rarely yells at you and addresses you by your name, and not insults he typically used on others e.g. extras, nerd, idiot. 

He is protective.

  he is always quick on his feet in getting you out of sticky situations most of the time. tied to being subtlysoft!Bakugou in my previous point (duh), he demonstrated his ability to be cool-headed and efficient when he got you out of the situation with the two upperclassmen. 

  sometimes if he could in stimulation exercises, he would be try to get you to come along whenever he went on his own way with Kirishima and Denki.

“stay close.” he would mutter in a grudging gruff tone as he bashfully tug you along, away from the rest of the class as we all know he always do in the canon.

He is rather thoughtful and considerate when it’s you.

  once you didn’t turn up for school and he kept glancing over at your empty desk, concerned. he found out that you were down with a bad cold and was being taken care of by Recovery Girl in the infantry. Exams were just two weeks away so he secretly took down notes for you.

When you recovered, he made fun of Kirishima’s “shitty grades” and somehow managed to get Kirishima to start a study session with you included; his main motive was so he could help you catch up without you learning about his true intentions. (kuudere much, Bakugou  -__-)

you are a priority, and eventually a goal as well.

  as bakugou matures alongside you and Class 1A through the years, he will gradually accept that life isn’t only about hero stuff, being number one or putting that stupid nerd Izuku in his fucking place.  (i love midoriya okay, this is just bakugou being bakugou hahah) Or at least he didn’t want his life to be merely about all that. You were also his goal, in fact, one of his biggest goals. He isn’t exactly a big fan of screeching little spawns of the devils but he could live with it if they were part of a future with you.

[marvels-writings]

Professional Flirting

Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) Masterlist

Requested by Anon: Req for carol x female reader where carol gets hurt and the reader who’s the avenger’s medical dr treats her and carol was nervous but ended up so love stricken that she kept finding any excuse to go and gets a check up by the dr again. The dr also likes carol a lot but is bolder than carol and is very flirty which makes carol flustered and gives her butterflies. Please let it end with carol making the first move. Thank u I love ur writing!

Word Count: 2,282 (long and fluffy)

A/N: Do I have a minor sprain in my wrist? Yes. Do I give a single fuck? No. And I love this req

“Tony, I swear to god, what did you do this time?” You groaned when you heard the knock on the glass panes of the medical bay.

You turned away from your workplace to where Tony and Peter were carrying in a blonde woman who was bleeding blue blood. Your eyes widened, the woman’s suit was covered in her blood, her hair messy and falling into her hazel eyes. Peter and Tony seemed as surprised as you were as they helped her inside. Her arms slung over each of their shoulders, she was panting heavily.

“What the hell happened?” You demanded, walking over and helping the woman on one of the medical beds. Blood coated your hands, you quickly washed it off and slipped on gloves.

The rest of your staff was on their lunch break or absorbed in their projects. You were in charge of the entire medical team, none of which were present. For now, you were the only person in the medical bay. The responsibility of treating the woman in front of you was up to you.

“It wasn’t my fault,” Tony defended himself, raising his hands in defense after helping the blonde onto the bed. “She came back from a solo mission that went sideways.”

“For once, this isn’t your fault,” You muttered, ushering Peter over to help you with the suit.

The teenager quickly hurried to help you after putting on gloves. He was familiar with the medical bay. Peter had many accidents while living in the compound. Whenever he came, he was sure to ask you questions and help as much as he could. Your medical team often waved him off, unwilling to deal with his questions, but you didn’t mind.

Carol glanced up at you from the floor. You wore the same uniform as the rest of the medical team. Your hair was down, but you were tying it into a hasty ponytail to deal with her injuries. The blonde stumbled when she saw your face. Even in her exhausted and painful state, she was still able to admire you.

You ignored her statement and quickly analyzed her. Most of the injuries seemed to be on her shoulders. You needed to peel aside the suit to see it. The blonde seemed familiar, Carol hadn’t been to the medical bay since you had been in charge. But you had a hunch it was the famous Captain Marvel.

“Shouldn’t you get the rest of your team to help Ms. Y/l/n?” Peter asked politely, gently unzipping the suit.

“It’s fine,” You waved off his concerns, analyzing the wounds and quickly bringing over a small bowl of water and cotton. Peter’s brow was furrowed with concern. He wasn’t sure what to do or how to help.

“Peter, trust me,” You reached forward and took his hand. “I’m a doctor. I know what I’m doing,”

“You sure sound like it.” The blonde mumbled, you raised an eyebrow but laughed anyway.

“I’m y/n y/l/n, and you are?” You asked sarcastically, reaching one gloved hand towards her to introduce yourself to her.

The blonde rolled her eyes but shook your hand, introducing herself as Carol Danvers, confirming your suspicions. She was Captain Marvel.

“How did the great Captain Marvel end up looking like a bruised banana?” You joked, cleaning up the wounds on her back gently with warm water. Tony laughed, announced he had other things to attend to and left.

“I…” Carol trailed off, unwilling to describe how she had gotten injured on a simple mission. The blonde didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of you in a few minutes of meeting you.

“Don’t get me wrong,” You patted her uninjured shoulder before moving to the other side of the room to get ointment. The blonde looked from you to Peter nervously, unsure of what you were going to say.

“You still look attractive,” You winked.

Carol’s eyes widened at the compliment. She stuttered to reply. Peter joined you in laughing at the prominent blush that tinted her cheeks. Giggling, you made your way to her back to start applying ointment to the wounds.

The blonde stayed quiet, not knowing what else to say to you. The teenager at your side, however, had many things to say and questions to ask. You patiently answered all of his questions about you, how you got where you were, your doctorate, what you were doing. Carol was surprised at the amount of patience you had. Most people Peter asked questions to waved him off, but you answered all of his questions.

“Pete, as much as I love talking to you, could you get some bandages from that drawer?” You asked, gesturing to the cabinet in the corner of the room. Peter nodded excitedly and hurried to find the bandages.

“How, how bad is it?” Carol stuttered, you patted her shoulder.

“It’s not too bad, some of the cuts are deep,” You licked your lips, choosing your words carefully as not to confuse her. “You might have a sprained shoulder which you might need to follow up on.”

Peter handed you the bandages, which you gratefully accepted and started putting them on some of the deeper cuts. On the smaller cuts, you applied bandages. Peter continued to pepper you with questions, making sure to apologize in case he was annoying you. But you easily reassured him that he wasn’t annoying you. Once you were done, you gave her a small pat and got up.

“Alright, that should hold for a few days,” You said, taking off your gloves and tossing them into the trashcan. “If not, don’t hesitate to come back.”

“Doctor y/l/n?” Peter asked, helping zip up Carol’s suit.

“I told you to call me y/n Peter,” You chided, before indicating for him to continue.

“Is she okay?” He asked, his voice concerned.

“Yep, as long as she doesn’t strain her shoulders too much.” You said, watching Carol smile at the teenager for his concern.

Peter helped Carol out of the medical bay after saying their goodbyes. But Carol had intentions of coming back, even if it meant getting injured for it or faking an injury for that matter.

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The next day, you were helping an intern learn how to use the regeneration cradle when your assistant told you someone was here to see you. Usually, you never had personal visitors except for family and the occasional Avenger bringing you lunch. You were almost famous for forgetting to eat.

But this time, you saw Carol waiting by the doorway. The blonde wore a light blue t-shirt and jeans, her hair was washed, a few strands falling into her eyes, a sheepish smile on her face.

“How can I help you?” You asked, a flirty smirk on your face. Carol noticed but played along, shuffling her feet and fidgeting before looking up to meet your eyes.

“Sorry to bother you,” Carol apologized, lying easily. She wanted to see you again, the superhero was unapologetic about wanting your attention.

“But I thought one of the cuts might be infected.”

“Come over here,” You gestured over to the same bed you had her on yesterday.

Carol promptly sat down, waiting for you as you put on your gloves. The blonde pulled down her t-shirt so you had a better view. You examined the cut, it didn’t seem infected at all. It was just fine, but taking a little longer to scab over.

But you weren’t as oblivious as Carol had hoped. You knew why she was here, the blonde was almost infamous for avoiding the medical wing even if she had a broken ankle. For her to come to you because she thought a cut is infected was almost ridiculous.

“It seems to be fine,” You observed, pulling the t-shirt back over her back. The blonde sighed, hoping you didn’t hear the sound of disappointment.

“I’ve never seen someone more disappointed about a clean-cut,” You joked, taking off your gloves and smiling at her while throwing them away.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Carol covered it up, knowing she was caught when you raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Come back if you need anything,” You laughed at her expression, “Unless it’s another ‘infected cut’” You used air quotes, walking off towards where your intern was calling you.

Carol watched you leave, wanting your attention again. But she didn’t know how to ask you out. The only time she could spend time with you was when you were at work. So, that was when she would spend time with you.

Even if it required her to come up with injuries every time she came to see you. Every time Carol came, she made sure to try to talk to you before you got back to work. But whenever she tried to flirt, it ended up backfiring. She intended to leave you a flustered mess, but you were always the one to give her butterflies and a blush that stayed with her for the rest of the day.

By about the fourth time, Carol decided to bring you lunch after Peter told her you often forgot to eat. She brought you some take-out that she heard one of your interns had recommended to you.

With the bag of take-out, she knocked on the glass door to the medical bay. You turned around from your laptop, looking around the empty medical bay for a student before turning around to face Carol. You smiled and gestured for her to sit.

“What seems to be the problem this time?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “Rotator cuff tear in one day? Perforated ligaments?”

The injuries you listed were the same injuries Carol had faked when trying to spend time with you. They were both injuries she had found when she searched for shoulder pain. The blonde had learned later they could not because by minor cuts to the skin.

At one point, she tried to make up an injury, which didn’t end well. A majority of your interns were now joking about the superhero who faked an injury to see you every day.

“Nope, just got you lunch,” She lifted the bag of take-out.

“Thanks,” You smiled, taking out one of the boxes.

It was sushi, you picked up chopsticks and ate them with ease while working and talking to Carol. The blonde realized far too late she had forgotten to get a fork for herself. When she tried to get up to get herself a fork from the kitchen, you decided to teach her how to use chopsticks.

“Like this?” Carol asked, holding them the way you would make the ‘Live Long and Prosper’ sign from Star Trek. You laughed and finally gave up, leaning back in your seat.

“I don’t know how you plan to eat by saying Live Long and Prosper,” You groaned, brushing the hair out of your face. It was one of the few times you let your hair down since you weren’t working. Carol licked her lips while staring at you, trying again to use the chopsticks.

“Come on, it’s not that hard,” You finally reached forward and took one of her hands in yours, guiding her fingers to hold the chopsticks.

The blonde blushed, watching you guide her hands to hold the chopsticks.

“I swear, it’s easier to teach my students to operate on someone than teaching you to use chopsticks,” You muttered, trying to move Carol’s fingers to hold the chopsticks properly. The blonde laughed and shook her head, strands of hair falling into her eyes as she tried to use the chopsticks.

Once she got the hang of it, you helped her put the sushi roll in her mouth while grinning at her. Your warm hands still resting on hers.

“See, you finally got your lips to touch something,” You remarked, brushing a strand of hair away from your face and returning to your food.

“I’d rather my lips touching yours.” Carol quipped, smirking at you.

This time, it was your turn to blush and fluster while Carol laughed at you. You glared at her angrily and took a bite out of your sushi roll.

“Oh, how the tables turn,” The blonde said sarcastically. You raised an eyebrow, turning to face her. Carol moved her chair closer to you, her knee brushing yours.

“Don’t be too sure about that Danvers,” You warned, a prominent blush still on your face as you turned to face your laptop.

“Oh?” Carol asked, leaning forward with a smirk so her face was inches from your ear.

You opened your mouth to say something sarcastic, but you turned around only for your lips to meet hers. The blonde grinned and leaned forwards, resting one hand on your thigh as your lips moved over hers. Pushing herself off her chair, Carol was about to pull you closer to her when a knock at the door surprised her.

Peter was standing behind Tony, eyes wide in surprise. The millionaire stood there with a smirk, his hand against the glass panel. You broke away from Carol in surprise, rolling your chair back and clearing your throat.

“Hi…” Carol trailed off, biting her lip to prevent her laughter from breaking out. The blonde brushed her hair away from her face.

“I thought flirting wasn’t allowed in the workplace,” Tony said, smirking at both of you.

“This,” You gestured between you and Carol, it was professional flirting,”

Carol started laughing instantly, you glared at her to try to get her to stop. It didn’t work, the blonde’s infectious laugh caused you to start laughing too. Never did you expect lunch to go the way it did, but you weren’t complaining.

A/N: Y’all i hurt my wrist typing this so please tell me it was worth it

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[randomfandominserts]

urs by NIKI - Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Playlist Series: Link

Urs by NIKI

Lyrics: “Trynna find where your head is, but I’m losing myself in the process

  You’re bad for my health, all the good nights

  Are they hidden goodbyes in disguise? I never know

  You come see me only when I ask first

  When you kiss me, do you wish it were her? 

  The best at being the worst

  But fuck’s sake, I’m already yours.”

Warnings: Mentions of sex, language, angst, idk

Word Count:  3.2k

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Saturday

Oikawa Tooru was beautiful. His hair was mussed from the relentless tugging you had just exposed it to, his face slightly flushed. It took all of your willpower to tear your gaze from his face when he turned back to look at you. You knew he’d be weirded out, you couldn’t stare at him like you were in love. That’s not what this was supposed to be. 

He finished tugging on his shirt and held out a hand to you. No - not a hand. It was just your top. “Here,” he said, dropping it on your lap when you didn’t reach out fast enough. “I have to go to practice in an hour, and I wanted to grab something to eat first.” You pulled your shirt over your head at an agonizingly slow pace. He was kicking you out, of course he was. But you wanted to savor the moment, the sight of him slightly disheveled and the smell of him and the close proximity and- “Thanks for coming over though, (Y/N).” He gave you that smile - it was faked and forced but God, you loved his smile - before stepping away from the bed you were still seated on.

“No problem.” You stood, finally, and moved to pick up your bag and keys. “You don’t usually practice on the weekends. Do you have a game next week?” He shrugged, too consumed with sorting through his volleyball bag to pay any more attention to you. 

“A couple practice matches, and a game on Friday.” 

“Right.” He was done with you. “I’ll head out now. Have a good time at practice. Say ‘hi’ to Iwa for me?” 

“Sure, sure.” He waved you goodbye - or maybe he was waving you away. Whichever, you shot him one last smile - not that he was looking at you to see it - and headed out. 

It hadn’t always been like this between you two, at least not in private. You used to be friends, and you would talk and laugh and spend time together like any other pair of pals. Somewhere along the way, you both decided to try being friends with benefits. That’s what ruined it for you. Suddenly Oikawa was detached unless you were fucking, and you were so incredibly attached that it was embarrassing. No one noticed much of a change, because with your friends you were mostly still the bubbly, goofy pair that you had always been. But getting to see the Oikawa you loved when you were alone was limited to the times you were being intimate. 

Sunday

It was an incredibly boring afternoon. You were already finished with all of your homework and wanted nothing more than to relax with a couple of friends. Unfortunately for you, most of your usual Sunday squad had already said they were busy. You were left with one option, one that wasn’t unwelcome but was awkward all the same. It had been ages since you and Oikawa had spent time together that wasn’t for, well, pleasure purposes, so you weren’t sure how the invite would go over, but you decided to give it a try despite that. 

~Tooruuuu

There was no immediate response. Not even a semi-quick one, not like usual. Hmm. Maybe he hadn’t seen it? You decided to send another text, just in case. 

~I’m bored

~Wanna have a movie day? I have snacks and Netflix :))

It was read immediately but was left unresponded to for about 5 minutes. 

~busy today, sorry :(

~Oh, okay </3 Have fun! 

~u too

Had he always been such a slow, dry texter? You sighed and tossed your phone aside. Guess it would be a solo movie night tonight. 

Monday

Everyone was laughing, but you simply bit into your sandwich without glancing at the storyteller. Oikawa was retelling the story of how he met some girl Saturday night after practice. “She was beautiful, and I made a fool of myself!” he whined, while the surrounding third years jeered and laughed and teased. You weren’t in the mood for all that. You didn’t care that he got her number or that she was “the prettiest girl” he’s ever seen (and yes, that is a direct quote). You didn’t care that she was texting him right at that moment, or that she apparently went to Aoba Johsai with you guys. You especially didn’t care about how much fun they had yesterday at the park while you were alone in your room, or how she was smart and beautiful and perfect. You simply did not care in the slightest.

You felt a nudge in your ribs, and you glanced over to see Iwaizumi looking at you. “You good?” he asked quietly. How considerate of him, to quietly get in your business rather than let the whole table in on it. He didn’t know about the friends with benefits situation, why would he? So you sighed and shrugged, averting your attention back to your sandwich. 

“Don’t really care about Tooru’s hot date, is all.” Luckily for you, Iwa didn’t press the matter. He let out a small hum, a minute sign of understanding, before turning back to the laughing group around you. He probably had some suspicions. Maybe you’d text him about it later, maybe call to explain your sour mood, but for now, you were happy to let it be. Now wasn’t the time to tell him about you and Oikawa’s arrangement. 

Later that night, you sat alone in your room. You were bored and lonely and, despite all the qualms you held about it, you missed Oikawa dearly. It took only a couple of seconds to glance at your phone and realize practice was probably over, so you pushed aside your pride and opened up your messaging app.

~Hey

~Practice over? :)

And you waited. You waited and waited and waited until finally, 1 hour and 37 minutes later, you got a response. 

~yeah

~what’s up?

~Wanna come over? Home alone and I’m bored ;p

It was almost ridiculous how quickly you texted back, especially since he took another 23 minutes to send his simple response.

~ok

~be over in 15

He took 26 minutes to get to your house, not 15, but at least he came. The time was spent as it usually was, with him peppering your skin with little kisses and him singing your praises while you melted like putty in his hands. It felt intimate and wonderful, but it also felt like only a moment, and you found yourself watching Oikawa pull on his clothes much too soon. You stayed planted on your bed, wanting nothing more than to curl up under your fluffy comforter with Oikawa by your side. 

“Something wrong?” He was calling out to you from across the room, having noticed your frozen state. Of course he had noticed, he was one of the most perceptive people you knew. But you didn’t give in and only shook your head in response. 

“No, just sleepy. You really know how to tire me out, huh?” You tried to smile and laugh, you tried to mask the lies. You knew he could see right through it, but he didn’t say anything else. Instead, he glanced down at his phone which had just given a little ‘beep.’ The corners of his lips twitched upwards as he tapped away at the screen. Immediately. “Who’s that?” 

“You know the girl I met the other night? She invited me and the guys to this bakery she knows, as a late-night snack.” He was smiling fully now, completely occupied by the texts that were pouring in. Beep, beep, beep. It took a moment before he finally put it down and looked back at you. “I’m sure you can come too. If you want.” 

“No, that’s okay. I’m tired, remember? I’m probably going to go to sleep.”

“Okay. Good, I’m gonna go then.” He tugged on his jacket and laced up his shoes. “Bye!”

“Goodnight,” you said weakly. Reluctantly. 

“Yeah, goodnight.” It sounded so forced, but you didn’t bring it up. You simply curled under your blankets and waited until you heard your front door slam before falling asleep. 

Tuesday

“Here.” Iwaizumi placed a small wrapped pastry in your outstretched hands. It was warm, like it had just been heated up, and it smelled lovely. It was early in the morning, just before classes were to start, and you hadn’t eaten yet. Iwaizumi was basically your savior.

“Thanks, Hajime.” You unwrapped the treat, eager to see what was inside. It was a small blueberry scone, which made you smile. “You didn’t bake, did you?” You faked disbelief, shaking your head with a laugh. “What if you poisoned it?” 

“I got it from a bakery last night, idiot.” He tapped you on the shoulder, friendly and gentle, but hearing where he got it immediately caused a shift in your attitude.  

“With Oikawa?” Iwaizumi was hesitant to answer, as he was hyperaware of the shift that had just occurred. 

“...Yeah.” No longer in the mood to joke around, you simply lifted the treat to your lips and ate it in small nibbles. It was, unfortunately, delicious. You didn’t want to give this mysterious girl any credit but damn did she know a good bakery. “What’s going on with you two?” You shrugged, using the scone as an excuse to keep from speaking, but Iwa was too smart for his own good. He saw what you were doing and took back the pastry he had just gifted you. You gave him a small sigh.

“Nothing’s going on with us. Not really.” Iwaizumi was giving you a look that told you he didn’t believe you for 1 second. You sighed again, not wanting to crack, but having someone to talk to would be nice, wouldn’t it? “Honestly, Iwa? We fuck sometimes. But he’s so disconnected it hardly feels like anything more than a step backward.” Your friend gave no visible reaction to your confession. It was like he wasn’t surprised at all. But instead of teasing you or saying ‘I told you so’ he let you continue. “And now there’s that girl, you know, the ‘prettiest girl in the world’ or whatever. And I know it’s just a crush, but I don’t know, what if I’m losing him? I bet the whole time we were together last night he was thinking about her.”

“They just met.” He was trying to comfort you, in his own way. But it fell on deaf ears. 

“Whatever. I have to get to class.” You gathered your items off the floor and headed off down the hall. “Thanks for the scone.” 

Iwaizumi sent you a million (AKA two) texts that night after their practice match, trying to talk to you about the Oikawa situation. Unfortunately for him, you were too busy breaking your own heart (AKA having sex with Oikawa) to text back anything helpful. And, unfortunately for you, Oikawa received a call from his new girl crush in the middle of the act and had to cut it short. 

“Sorry, (Y/N)!” he said, putting on his best puppy dog face, “She’s lost! I need to go rescue her!” 

“Right.” You were frustrated, cold, empty without him. But he was already tugging on his shoes and dialing her number on his phone. 

“I can’t leave a lady stranded!” he was saying, so proud of himself and happy that he could run off and rescue this mysterious maiden. You could almost laugh. He was leaving you naked and cold, he was stranding you to go find this girl who couldn’t even make her way around the city she lived in. He was on the phone with her by the time he was out the door, laughing and smiling and leaving you feeling almost sick. Maybe instead of a laugh, you would cry. 

You pulled out your phone, finally needing the advice that Iwaizumi was itching to give you. 

~Should I end this thing?

~What do you think?

~How helpful.

Wednesday

You were, once again, sitting at lunch and angrily munching on your meal while everyone around you laughed and enjoyed their time. The topic of conversation was, once again, Oikawa’s beautiful new girl friend. Not ‘girlfriend’ yet, but you were sure that’s where they were headed. How annoying. 

Iwa sat beside you like usual, and he made sure to glance over in your direction every time Oikawa mentioned his crush. You’d think his concern was sweet, if it wasn’t for the fact that Oikawa quickly noticed that you were the subject of his friend’s constant looks and asked if you were alright. It took everything in you to not scream or hit Iwaizumi or lash out at Oikawa. Instead, after a deep breath, you plastered a smile on your face and turned to Oikawa. 

“I’m fine,” you said, “Just tired.” Though you were sure it was obvious that you were lying - your fake smile wasn’t nearly as convincing as Oikawa’s - no one said a thing. Oikawa went back to his story - him and his girl had a movie night yesterday after he helped her get home, how cute - and you went back to stabbing your salad aggressively. 

You were pulled aside following the meal. Iwaizumi stood, arms crossed and face stern, ready to tell you what you needed to hear (though, it definitely wasn’t going to be what you wanted to hear). 

“I know that you like him,” he started.

“Love,” you corrected. He ignored you. 

“But trust me when I say he’s not oblivious. And you’re not subtle.” You sighed, crossing your arms to match your friend’s stance. 

“So? What am I supposed to do about it?”

“If you don’t want to lose him? Tell him the truth.” Iwaizumi walked off, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

You didn’t text Oikawa that night. He didn’t text you either.

Thursday

You laughed at lunch, but only because Oikawa was off doing who-knows-what with his little crush. They had a lunch date or something, who knows. He squeezed in time to see her whenever he could (or at least that’s what you gathered from his teammates). He was even inviting her to practice. 

He never did that with you.

Friday

You weren’t sure what possessed you to attend the team’s game. 

You never come to these things. It was loud and hot and you could hardly push your way past the crowd of Seijoh fans that were packed into the gym. Looks like everyone had the same idea as you and came early enough to see the team’s individual warm-ups.

Because the other team had yet to arrive and start their warm-ups you were able to slip down to the court fairly easily. You just wanted to say hi to your friends and wish them luck before the game started. You also had a little treat stuffed in your pocket: some of Oikawa’s favorite candy in a little good-luck baggie. Maybe if you could get him alone you would give him the gift and tell him what you’d been thinking about for the past week (in your head you imagined it would likely go something like ‘I’m in love with you, Tooru, and I want to be with you!’ Very dramatic and romantic).

After spotting Oikawa’s head peeking up over the crowd of players, you began to make your way in his direction. How lucky, he wasn’t even practicing yet. You were determined to catch him before he got into his game mode, but you were suddenly stopped by a firm hand on your arm. Iwa had caught your arm and held you in place, keeping you from your mission of finally confessing to Oikawa. You turned to glare at Iwa, to give him a piece of your mind, but he only shook his head at you.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see To- uh, to support the team.” Smooth.

He dropped your arm and quickly - nervously?-  glanced over your shoulder before averting his gaze right back to you. Maybe he hadn’t meant for you to see, but you noticed anyway. You turned your head slightly, just in time to see most of the team had moved out of your line of sight to expose Oikawa and - no way.

He was bending down and kissing her, right there, for everyone to see. For you and Iwaizumi and the rival team and Oikawa’s fangirls and the entire crowd and everyone to see. 

“Oh.” You turned back to Iwaizumi, whose expression was unreadable. “I, uh, I didn’t know they were actually, uh, dating.” You tried to laugh, like it was some kind of funny joke. “Didn’t they meet a week ago? This is kinda fast, huh?” 

“(Y/N)...” Iwa looked like he wanted to say more, but there was a quick whistle ‘toot’ that called his attention. His team started to make their way to the court for the official warm-ups. 

“Hey, don’t mind me. Go play!” You were smiling - God, how were you smiling? - and you shooed him off to the court. “Have a good game!” He looked torn but still shuffled over to join his team. You were ushered into the stands and ended up next to Oikawa’s crush. No, wait, girlfriend. How wonderful. 

You stayed for the entire game. Maybe because you felt it would be a waste to go. Maybe because you wanted to support the team. Maybe because you didn’t know what else to do with yourself at that moment. Whichever the case, you suffered through the game for no reason. There was no one waiting for you when it ended. There was nothing to say. 

Once you got home, it took everything in you to muster up the courage to shoot a simple text Oikawa’s way. 

~I went to your game today! You played great :)

By now you were expecting a reply an hour later, if at all. So it came as a shock when a new text popped up on your phone not even 5 minutes later. 

~I’m sorry, (Y/N), I think we should stop talking. 

You turned off your phone. 

Thursday

You and Oikawa were just friends again. Maybe that’s why things felt so normal between you two. You could laugh and talk and joke without having to worry about anyone finding out your secret. Unfortunately for you, being friends with Oikawa was what made you fall in love with him in the first place. 

Lunch was different now. His girlfriend always sat with you, taking up the tiny spot that used to sit empty next to Oikawa. She was funny, you guess, but it ruined the flow of the conversations sometimes. It felt forced to you, she felt out of place. But maybe that was just your jealousy talking, because no one else acted like anything was different at all. 

And maybe you were ridiculous, but you were still in love with him. Maybe it was easier to be in love when you didn’t have to pretend that you weren’t attached. Maybe it was easier to hide it when you didn’t have any alone time anymore. Were you happier this way? Who knows. You missed everything about him. You missed the way he touched you and the feeling of him against your skin. You missed his voice and you missed the way he held you. But you could accept it. It was better this way, right? Besides, he looked so happy with his new girlfriend. Who would want to ruin that?

But, fuck, you wished more than anything that you could get up in his face and tell him, “I’m yours.”

[darkestwolfx]

A Seed Once Sown

This is a lot of works for one evening, but hey, I think we all need it. Please remember to take a look at my update post (from earlier today). Anyhow, back onto the subject.

So this is for ‘irrelief’, an incredible idea from @gumnut-logic - go and put up some prompts and/or answer others everyone! And this work is in response to a prompt from @tsarinatorment for:

Ned (and Gladys) doing gardening on Tracy Island

I'm honestly not quite sure what this is, you're prompt just inspired me and I seriously hope this lives up to what you wanted. I'm not quite sure how it ended up like this and I don't think its as fluffy as I intended it to be, but it is bright! (It kept expanding beyond my control, a little like that growth serum did with Gladys, so forgive me)

The title comes from this quote which I thought summed up Gladys (and Ned): "The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies" - Gertrude Jekyll

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Summary: Believe it or not, they did have a garden on Tracy Island. It looked a little like a… tip. And that was being kind.

Words: 4730

Spoilers: References to all Ned Tedford episodes.

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"John?"

"No. Alan, no. EOS is not going to help you."

"Ah, come on!"

"I'm not you helping either."

"John, that's mean." The youngest whined.

"No it's not."

The blonde pouted. It definitely was. All he was asking for was another pair of hands, or a pointer in the right direction. It wasn't like he was trying to wrangle someone else into doing the whole job for him… although, he so was.

"What's not mean?"

"Gordon, John won't help me!"

There was an unspoken rule that younger brothers had to stick together. Gordon pulled a shocked expression onto his features within seconds.

"Hey Johnny, that's a little mean!"

"Hey, only a little, Gordon?"

"He's only told you half the story."

"Big brothers are meant to help you!"

There was an unspoken rule about that.

"What do you need help with?"

And what perfect timing they could have, big brothers.

"Virgil! John won't help me!"

"Again, he's only telling you half the story."

"What do you need help with Alan?"

"Grandma's assigned me to gardening duty this time."

"Oh..."

"Told you."

"Yeah, Alan, even I'm not helping you."

"Why not?" The youngest almost screamed, nearly tearing his hair out now. He would swap cleaning the oven for this. And there was the code of unspoken brotherly rules too – which was being ignored!

"Because our garden is like a small jungle."

"Is a small jungle." John corrected.

"And a patch of lawn." Virgil added.

"Oh… is a small jungle, and a patch of lawn." Gordon finally summed up. "Anything else?"

"I'll swap."

"I'm good."

"No, you're ok."

"Come on guys, I hate gardening!"

"Hey," Virgil began, settling on the sofa, "We've all tried it. It's a big job."

"And none of us are overly good at it." John pointed out.

"We should stick to rescuing people." Gordon agreed.

"Then why is gardening still on the rota?"

"Because Grandma refuses to believe we can't have a managed an orderly garden."

"Well maybe we can't." Alan sighed, dropping down beside Gordon, who protested at having his feet nearly sat on. John shook his head, happy that he was safe up in Five, away from all this. It was one thing to be a part of the bickering, but another to physically be there. This was close enough for him, thank you.

"What can't we do?" Scott asked, heading up from finishing his cleaning job for the month. A weekly rota had just ended up being too short a turnaround. MAX did the little things now, and they did the bigger things. MAX rather liked cleaning after all.

"Fix the garden."

"Oh… who..?"

"Alan." Three voices answered jointly as the youngest's head hung low.

"We've all tried, Alan. It's a tricky job, but someone's got to be able to do it, sooner or later."

"Just not you, ey Scott."

"Gordon, I paid you for your silence."

"Eh… you can pay me more."

"What?"

But that was already enough for Alan, and Scott incredulousness at the prankster's nonchalant wave was still stuck upon his face – too much so to interrupt.

"What did Scott do?"

"It's more like what Scott didn't do."

"Gordon."

"Hang on, I don't think I know this story." Virgil piqued up, blinking, curious.

"Oh, you don't! So, you know the year the garden died, magically."

"Yeah?"

"Not really… oh! Was that the year all the flowers were all…"

"Wilted and like little sticks… yeah. That was Scott."

"What?"

"Yeah, family's very own plant murderer."

"Gordon, I think you'll need to give Scott his money back." John reasoned. His green eyes had been watching the storm clouds settle over his elder brother's face.

"No way. I don't do refunds!"

Virgil and Alan chuckled. Gordon smiled, chucking his arms behind his head, kicking his feet into Alan, who stopped chuckling to whack at his direct elder brother.

"Hey! Feet!"

"Well, it's not my fault if anyone loses a limb! EOS and I are going to do some maintenance. Speak to you later."

"Oh ok- But I thought John did all of Five's monthly maintenance?" Alan asked, confused. Virgil shrugged before his bones stilled and his eyes widened. "What?"

"Gordon…"

"Shh, Virge, I'm trying to dose here."

"Gordon."

"What Scott?"

"You are so dead."

Gordon cracked one eye open. Then the other. It wasn't hard to notice that the eldest was angry.

"Would it give me any more chances to live if I offer you a partial refund?"

Virgil let his head fall into his hands.

"Ur, Gordon..?"

"Yeah Alan, I know. Commencing running!"

"Run fast!"

Honestly, it was hard to say if their fish out of water had ever moved faster across the space of the living room.

Only problem being, Scott could move pretty fast too.

The sounds of scrabbling and footsteps lasted for a moment before silence covered the lounge, as though you wouldn't know a potential murder case was about to turn up on their doorstep.

"We should probably help him."

"Yeah, probably should."

"Odds on Scott!"

"No way, Virge, Gordon all the way!"

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Tracy Island probably – or would (soon) probably – look like a bomb had hit it.

But up here, in Thunderbird Five, the Earth was still turning peacefully, time ticking by without a fear in the world. No sign of any bombs, or explosions, nothing of the sort. It was exactly why he'd left the conversation when he did. It left him completely out of the situation.

"John?"

"Yes EOS?"

"Is this garden – jungle and lawn – of yours, really that much of a problem?"

"Yes, and I have a headache just thinking about it."

"Well I have no reports of murder coming through yet."

"Good."

He wasn't really prepared to deal with that today, regardless of whether it was family who were the culprits.

"I'm putting my money on Scott."

"EOS you have no money."

"Oh… I'm putting my processors on Sc-"

"Don't. EOS please, don't finish that sentence."

"Okay."

John allowed himself the chance to exhale whilst it was there.

"John?"

"Yes EOS?"

"If this garden – lawn, jungle – is so much of a problem, why not have someone else fix it?"

"What are you suggesting EOS?"

"That you get a garden."

"EOS, we have a garden." It dawned on him just moments later, "Oh you mean a gardener."

"Yes! There must be plenty of those."

"Yeah, but EOS, who can get to come and work for us?"

"Um…"

"See. There's no one-"

"That is the GDF line. Colonel Casey's private line to be exact."

"Go on EOS. Colonel Casey, how can we help?"

"Don't worry, it's nothing which requires International Rescue." That was something of a relief. "It was more of a question."

"Go on, we're all ears."

"Is there any job in the world Tedford can do?"

"Tedford? As in Ned?"

"Yes. I'm afraid I've had just about enough of his name appearing in my reports."

"Why, what's he done now?"

"He's grown a plant."

"Gladys."

"Yes."

"And that's a bad thing, because..?"

"Because I need soldiers, agents, not gardeners."

"Yeah… I'm sorry Virgil put him your way."

"Well, I suppose we nearly had a job which suited him with the serum, but even then… I just wanted to run this past you. I was thinking of asking him to move on and find a job more suited to his talents."

"His talents of needing to call us?"

"Hopefully not."

"I don't know what job you're going to put him in that won't mean we need to watch him twenty-four se-" It struck him then. It should have clicked with him much, much sooner. "Hang on, what did you say about gardening?"

"Sorry?"

"Ned Tedford and gardening?"

"He used to be a gardener apparently. Didn't you know that?"

"No, I didn't."

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking, John?"

"Yes, I am, EOS. Colonel Casey, I have a job for Ned. We'll take him off your hands."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to be running after him just because he's no longer under our supervision."

"Don't worry, I think he'll have the perfect supervisor."

"Oh, well I'm glad I called."

"So am I."

"So am I, John."

"Why's that EOS?"

"Apparently Scott thinks his nose is broken."

John felt his shoulders drop.

You have got to be kidding me.

He wasn't paid enough to deal with his brothers sometimes, and that is why right now he was very glad to be all the way up here.

"So much for putting a bet on Scott."

"You refused to let me do that."

"That's why EOS. Gambling. Waste of time."

"I see. I've stored that instruction. John?"

"Yes EOS?"

"Scott thinks his nose is broken-"

"Yes, you said, he'll be panicking."

"And apparently Gordon has broken his foot."

John felt his shoulders hit the gravity ring.

Metaphorically, of course.

You have got to be kidding me.

He wasn't paid enough to deal with his brothers sometimes, and that is why right now he was very glad to be all the way up here.

---------

Gordon's broken foot was actually… drum roll please, nothing more than a little jellyfish sting.

For once, Scott's broken nose was actually – problematically, for Gordon at least - a broken bone. A very well reset bone by Brains and you could hardly tell. Except for the waves of animosity still rolling between the two brothers.

Despite being told he was fine, Gordon was still claiming to have broken a toe… or two.

Alan was still at the point of finding it all very amusing. Virgil was offering to come up and take a shift on Five, which John knew – as he rightfully should – was something almost unheard of. Virgil liked to be around on Earth in case Two was needed, so that set the president for what life was currently like on the Island.

John was extremely glad he'd just finished a very, very important phone call.

EOS had suggested that 'high five' because Gordon said it was cool.

John promptly pointed out that she had no hands with which to perform said high five.

"I could use the mooring claw?"

"No, EOS, no."

"Okay John."

He sighed, and decided on his next day off – because somehow the world had managed to not require their services today – he was going to devise a way to allow EOS the luxury of a high five.

Before anyone got torn to pieces.

--------- 

It was a week later and John had yet to have another day off. The world had found great need for International Rescue. But tonight, he was hoping to have some time to spend on the Island. After all, today was the first day.

"I never want to see a coal mine ever again."

"I never want to see coal ever again."

"Alan, that's essentially the same thing."

"Well, I wasn't really needed."

"Yeah alright, Gordon."

"Scott only made me come because he's still grumpy."

"Brains said there was the possibly of underwater sinkholes."

"Weren't any." Gordon sing-songed.

"Yeah, that's what chance can mean!"

"So you dragged me out for nothing-"

"I didn't know that!"

"With my skill broken toes!"

"You didn't break your toes, Gordon."

"I did too, Virge."

"Brains has an x-ray though."

"Alan ssh."

"Is it always arguments?"

"John!"

"You managed to get away?"

"EOS is in charge."

"That gives me shivers!" Gordon proclaimed, his feelings about the AI and their… back-and-forth, let's say, relationship still most well-known.

"I think she's alright."

"You would, Virge. You've never been face to face with her."

"Are you sure it's not more about the fa-"

"Alan!"

"Sorry."

What had fully transpired that day wasn't spoken of outside the blonde pair, although Gordon had a feeling that John knew, purely from EOS' side of the tale. Scott and Virgil, it had been decided by the prankster, didn't need to know.

"Where's Grandma?"

"Where she usually is at this time of day." Scott began, a little unsure. "Kitchen, John."

"Thank you."

The red-haired Tracy's was gone within moments of his arrival, leaving four confused brothers in his wake.

"Why does he Grandma?"

"Do you think he's going to poison us?"

"Gordon if that was the aim, Grandma's food would have already done that."

"I heard that young man!"

"Ooops."

"Scott you're dead."

"Grandma might poison you at this rate."

Silence fell through the house.

"Come on!" Scott yelled. "Why wasn't she listening then?"

"Because I am her favourite grandson."

"No, you're not Gordon."

"Hey, how do you know!"

"Because it's me. I always tell everyone that Grandma's right."

"That does not make you the favourite."

"I wonder what's for dinner." Alan mused, not involving himself in the bickering – for once.

"I just hope we get to eat dinner." Scott grumbled. He really had had just about enough with today.

"If it's lasagne then I agree."

"If it's meatloaf surprise do you think EOS will save us."

"Traitorous AI will save you lot and not me, I bet."

"We might not even need saving." Virgil reasoned, calmest of the brother's for now. "Alan, how are you getting on with the garden?"

"Don't bring it up. We just need to face that our garden is a jungle anyway and isn't recoverable."

"Grandma really wants a garden."

"Well she can't have one."

"That's not fair, Alan!"

"You fix the garden then, Scott!"

"You know I can't."

"Dinner's ready!"

There was no verbal acknowledgment between the brothers, but it was decidedly a good thing that such interruption had come when it did.

Heading down from the lounge, the four brothers rounded on the table, desperate to know what tonight's offering was and whether they would be able to shovel it down before they had to go running off again. Yet the first thing to reach their notice was the lack of food served up on the table. The second, was that there were seven placemats.

That wasn't necessarily an odd thing, except that Kayo was 'dining out' (meaning spying) with Lady Penelope tonight, and Brains always visited Moffy on the second Tuesday of the month. So, even with John visiting for the evening, it should have just been the six of them.

Now it was a matter of how to bring that up. The four brothers glanced between each other, silently communicating as to who the responsibility fell to. It was Virgil who the eyes remained on, to which the middle child made a face. Gordon shrugged before adding, "you're the favourite" to the previously non-verbal discussion, and that was the argument over.

Virgil cursed mentally and tried to think of some good wording.

"Umm, Grandma, you've laid a place too many, you know. It's Tuesday."

"I know what day it is, young man, and I have laid just the right number."

"But there's six of us."

"And our guest."

"Guest!"

"What guest?"

"I didn't know we had a guest…"

"In the garden, with John."

Once again, the four brothers looked to each other, eyes communicating what words would have if not. Quietly and together, they made their way outside, rounding towards the garden. It had taken many forms over the years. It bordered on the edges of the jungle, and unfortunately was sometimes a little battered by Thunderbird One's take offs. The garden had always been for Grandma's benefit really, and so it didn't surprise the boys that she wanted to fix it up, but the chances of doing that had always seemed slim to them.

Scott was somewhat useless, and he would admit that to himself and no one else (although Gordon had done that part for him). John and Virgil, whilst great with nature and perfectly at home with it, had both executed failed plans to revive the landscape. Probably because they had such little time. Gordon hadn't the right aptitude for gardening. He didn't mind the snails and slugs and worms that he found crawling around. They fascinated him. They also ate a good portion of the plants. Alan hadn't really tried. He'd spent ages looking at the garden when Grandma tasked him with it, but never once could he think of what he should do to try and revive it.

Honestly, the brothers weren't the ones under the illusion that it was achievable. And try did want to try their best to give Grandma what she wished for, but it proved trickier than any of them could manage, pilots and astronauts, rescuers and aquanauts as they were. They were the grand International Rescue, but couldn't garden to save their lives.

"John?"

"Over here, Scott."

"Scott? Which one's he?"

"Iridium vault."

"Ah yes. I threw something at him…"

"Sounds about right."

"Iridium vault? What?" Alan muttered as they navigated the bushes.

"Who is John talking to?"

As they round the path though, it became abundantly clear.

"Ned?"

"Oh, hello there."

"I thought you worked for the GDF… Ned?"

"I did. Colonel Casey has offered me a transfer."

"Hooray for you, Ned. John why's he here?"

"Manners, Gordon. Ned is our new gardener."

"What?"

"Well, we've proven none of us could do it. And he comes highly recommended."

"That I do. Gladys and I know all about gardening."

"Yay!" Gordon cheered, sarcastically, before whipping his head back round to John. "Seriously though, what is he doing here?"

"The gardening, Gordon."

"But… he's a hazard."

"All the more reason to have him here. He'll never need to call us. Was that Grandma saying dinner's ready?"

"Yes. Yes, it was." Scott replied, still watching Ned. He had a feeling he could be dreaming.

"Good, come on Ned."

"Oh, right you are, spaceman."

Picking up Gladys, the miner turned soldier turned- oh forget all that – the gardener followed behind the usually space bound Tracy.

"Oi, wait up!"

"Yeah, we want food!"

With Alan and Gordon quickly rushing off behind.

Scott was still a little… shell-shocked?

As he heard Virgil go to move, he grabbed his younger brother's arm.

"Can you do me a favour and pinch me."

"Pinch you?"

"Yes please."

"Scott, I don't think you-"

"Virgil just pinch me."

The resident heavy lifter shrugged, still not entirely sure this was a good idea, but hey, the eldest was asking for it. He sighed, preparing himself for what he was sure would come. He could see Scott's thinking, easily so, but… he didn't think he was going to get quite that lucky.

"Ok."

The resulting yell was enough to make Scott very, very certain that he wasn't dreaming.

Someone help him.

"I could p-"

He hadn't meant to say that aloud, dammit!

"No, Virgil, don't!"

Someone help him, but don't pinch him.

Somehow, John had just hired the Ned Tedford to be their gardener.

--------- 

A few weeks ago, Ned would never have imagined this.

He didn't know they had an island for once.

He knew most of the family by now really, sort of. Grandma Tracy – Sally, to him apparently - was also very nice to him. He'd offered to make the tea and that seemed to work as an ice breaker.

The boys – as Sally called them – were out on a rescue when he'd arrived, and Sally had shown him promptly to the garden.

Believe it or not, they did have a garden on Tracy Island. It looked a little like a… tip. And that was being kind.

"What's this?"

"The garden."

"You call this a garden? More like a tip of dead plants masquerading as one. Look at them weeping! And your soil is all dried out, and your grass is all…"

Sheared? Was that a fair descriptor, he wondered? It was probably worse than that, maybe shaved was better apt.

"It's not been very well attended to."

"I can see that, Sally. What exactly do you want me to do?"

"John said you were a gardener."

"I am, but I need to know what sort of garden you want."

"Oh, I think, well, maybe just some kind of garden to start with."

"Right you are Ma'am! I'll fix this place up for you."

And he had. He'd meant to stick to that. Even if he had promptly confided in Gladys that it was going to be a difficult job.

"Come on then, Gladys. Better get to work. We've got to spruce this up here, and this will have to go. We might be able to save those bushes over there if we give them a trim. What do you say, Gladys?"

He'd spent ages resurfacing and replanting and remodelling until there was something there which he could start working with.

He pulled up the weeds and replanted the plants that were salvageable in nice new soil, appropriately suited to their relevant requirements of sun or shade. He'd spent a long time sitting in the garden to watch exactly which paths the bright orb of light crossed for that very reason.

Soon even Gladys had a family with a temporary home in the rockery.

He didn't think he was doing a half bad job as he worked, humming to himself or talking to Gladys, mapping out the landscape and what plants he had left to work with, as well as making a list of those he might need to acquire.

Ned Tedford had a very good feeling about this garden.

Maybe he had been away from gardening for far too long.

The first night he agreed to let the family step foot into his work in progress, he felt rather proud to stand with them for once. He hadn't caused a problem or any trouble or put anyone in danger. He'd grown beautiful asters and chrysanthemums and an assortment of pansies. He'd tried to put a bit of colour into it in the first instance, and this was only the first instance. He'd been working on it for a week and a lot of that week had been spent learning and re-building.

But that first night he felt rather proud.

"We're looking at a garden."

"Well done, Scott- Oww! No need to elbow me."

"You broke my nose, remember, Gordon? I have every right."

Ned didn't remember, and he'd been an only child so he couldn't necessarily say he understood, but he was quite pleased with his initial success.

Maybe you should have stuck to gardening, Ned.

--------- 

"Now this, is the life!" Gordon proclaimed merrily, leaning back beneath the sun.

"I might actually get a decent tan this year." Alan agreed.

Virgil was a little (meaning a lot) more interested in placing the blocks they had chosen to outline the pool. Scott was 'supervising' which John had translated to 'watching', not that the eldest had agreed with that definition, so John dropped the subject. Virgil had smiled, aware that Scott was definitely 'supervising'.

Grandma at least was very happy with her new garden.

It had taken a month of hard work, but they now had something resembling plants and shrubbery. They had birds frequenting the garden as a break from their dense jungle home and they even had an assortment of ladybirds and butterflies. It was all rather remarkable. It made for a lovely view and a great place to sit.

And the best part?

They'd currently been lucky with two days to do exactly that, and the streak of invisible rescue calls was continuing still.

There had been some argument about whether they had a round pond (John, Alan and Grandma) or a square pond (Scott and Virgil) or a diamond shaped pond (Gordon, of course that one was Gordon). But eventually a decision had been made and Virgil was now helping build the foundations for Ned – who apparently knew all about how to encourage pond life for them.

Scott had been reluctant to admit it, but the man was a good gardener.

So good that now the garden had been recovered, he had little to do but maintain it, at least until the pond was built. It did mean of course that the usual troublemaker had hours on his hands sometimes.

John had been right (again) though; Ned was far less trouble where they could see him.

Damn him always being right.

"Battenburg?"

"Oh, thank you Ned."

"You're welcome."

"Anyone else? Biscuits? Tea?"

"I'll have a custard cream. Thanks Ned."

"Coffee?"

"Thank you."

Scott took the proffered mug with glee.

This… Gordon was right, this was the good life.

Until Virgil had the pond built, Ned had relatively little to do. The man was a hard worker though, maybe more so than International Rescue had ever been able to realise when they were trialing after him to rescue him all those times.

When he wasn't working on the garden, or sleeping, or tending to 'Gladys' corner' (a deal they'd written into his contract), he was serving them tea, cake and biscuits. It was like having Parker here! Maybe with a little less training or efficiency, but it was still pretty good.

The call sign rang.

They'd needed to fit one in the garden actually…

There was always a rush in the past to get up and answer it, but now their worries also seemed to be lessened.

Ned was there.

God it was like having a butler.

"Hello? International Gardening Service. Ned speaking."

Scott's brows knitted together.

When he glanced at John he saw a near mirror image.

Even Virgil had glanced over his shoulder at them.

Only Gordon and Alan seemed to be undisturbed upon their sun loungers.

"What did he just say?

"I think I best check whose calling."

"Might be worth it, John."

"Oh hello Colonel Casey!"

John promptly sat himself back down. He hadn't even managed to take a step.

"Well we know who it is."

"I guess I better go see what's needed."

"Might be an idea, Scott."

"Oh, yes, Scott's here. I'll take you to him. Scott!"

Scott sighed and sat himself back down.

"I'm just going to…"

"Yeah, just sit there."

"Probably for the best."

"Here we go, Colonel. I'll pass you over to International Rescue now."

"Thank you, Tedford."

"Always a pleasure! International Gardening Services out." Ned passed Scott back his communicator before glancing round. "Where did I put my tea tray, Gladys? Oh, back in the kitchen!"

And with that the man was disappearing to retrieve his selection of hot drinks and sweet treats.

"Hello, Colonel Casey. What can we do for you?"

"Oh, I just wanted to see how your new recruit was settling in."

"He's a… a hard worker."

"Yes."

"He fetches us cake."

John added.

"And tea."

Virgil contributed.

"Oh, well, as long as he's doing well."

"Yes, yes, he and Gladys have settled in nicely to International Gardening Services."

The boys could see it in their God-Mother's frown.

"Don't worry," John placated, "We're not starting that as a new business."

"Yeah, but has anyone told Ned that?" Virgil asked, lowering another block into place. Scott and John looked towards each other a little ashen.

"I guess we're in the gardening business?"

---------

A year later and Ned had very little work to be doing. He'd gone back to running his own gardening business – thank goodness he'd decided to call it Ned Tedford Gardening Services, as opposed to the other available options – and so spent little time on the Island now.

Ned came back every fortnight for maintenance.

And whilst he was gone, Scott was banned from the garden unless supervised. Grandma was quite happy to have somewhere nice to sit and even Kayo and Brains seemed to frequent it. Hiring Ned as a gardener was (unspoken between them, of course) one of John's best ideas.

There was still a little rockery of Gladys descendants, and Gordon had taken the liberty of naming them, claiming he and Gladys had bonded in the time the geranium (which was now the front of Ned's business) had lived on the island.

They'd become Gordon's pride and joy. He'd even begun speaking to them, just like another they knew.

Luckily, Gordon usually saved these moments for when he believed he was alone.

It should probably, be unluckily though…

Luckily, for Scott, he'd been able to witness such a moment.

And had every intention to ask for his money back with renewed motivation for the swimmer.

They'd become Gordon's pride and joy, his little collection of named geraniums and as the money returned to Scott's hands, he promised to never say a word about the little family.

After all, they were a family of geraniums in their own right; there was Gloria, and Gillian, Giles and Gerry, and Ted.

[downthatrabbitholewego]

February 2017

This is a compilation of fics that I've read/re-read over the past month. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites here, if you'd like to check that out. :)

MONTH: February, 2017 | (older lists)

▶▶ A Start by Inell Teen And Up | 1,458w Derek's acting like a jealous boyfriend. The only issue? He and Stiles aren't dating.

▶▶ An RA's Guide to Mutual Pining by alocalband Teen And Up | 2,208w "Stiles, this is the sixth time in two weeks that you've locked yourself out of your own room in the middle of the night and that Scott won’t pick up his phone to let you in." "Uh, yeah, man, tell me about it. He really needs to step up his roommate game." Derek seriously can't take this anymore.

▶▶ Candy Hearts by dragon_temeraire General | 1,133w Stiles decides that, since they're the only two single members of the pack, he and Derek should spend Valentine's Day together.

▶▶ Cute Bus Stop Guy by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal Teen And Up | 2,142w The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that. He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

▶▶ Delivery Drivers: Unsung Heroes of the Restaurant Biz by DeliberateMisspelling Teen And Up | 4,756w Derek Hale is a Good Samaritan, okay? That's how he got roped into helping out Laura in the first place. Helping the attractive stranger who just literally collapsed into his arms might be more fun, though. Not that he'll ever admit it, especially since he got puked on first.

▶▶ Demanding Forever Series [1] That Stalky Thing by wangler Mature | 2,560w Derek frowns, thrown off. Teenagers are confusing. [2] Scientists Document This Stuff by wangler Explicit | 3,264w "Your arbitrary sex rules are getting really old," Stiles says, lipping at Derek's mouth like a goat at a petting zoo.

▶▶ Dog's Best Friend by otter General | 8,923w Other people might have found the name of the place off-putting. Stiles didn’t. He was actually relieved, when Scott handed him a business card that said "HALEHOUNDS" across the top, because clearly, if anybody could recognize and understand the evil that lurked within his dog’s fluffy precious body, it was these people.

▶▶ Former Employment by dragon_temeraire ★ Teen And Up | 4,023w Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.

▶▶ Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack ★ Mature | 20,525w "Stiles, I'll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He's a difficult person to live with, so I won't sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job," Laura explained. Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time."

▶▶ Hot Like Burning by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal Teen And Up | 2,762w In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.

▶▶ How Awkward by stileshale N/A | 9,533w A shadow falls over him, and he blinks up to see Derek looking highly amused, pushing a stroller and shirtless. Ugh, Derek is one of those wholesome people that goes jogging on a Saturday morning. And, if that doesn’t make Stiles feel bad enough, he does it shirtless. And looks good. So good. Stiles swings round on his knees to look at the baby inside, trying not to hyperventilate. "Oh my god, you’re the cutest baby I've ever seen!" he declares, "And you were raised by wolves? You're not nearly as hairy as I would have imagined!"

▶▶ how to unsend an embarrassing text (hint: you can't) by bibliosexual General | 1,879w Laura tells him it's cowardly and unromantic to confess feelings over text, but too bad. Derek can't think of anything more terrifying than showing up on Stiles' doorstep (conveniently, the apartment right below Derek's) to tell him to his face. And Derek wants to know, okay? Has to know. He needs closure. He can't keep second-guessing every microsecond of every interaction with Stiles, trying to guess how he's feeling, and he can't keep hoping like this. He'll go insane. Stiles has been his neighbor/friend/hopeless crush for almost six months already, and Derek definitely can’t take another six.

▶▶ I Spy a Reunion by 42hrb Teen And Up | 1,088w In high school Stiles wanted a job he could brag about, too bad he can't brag about his job now.

▶▶ I won't sleep if you won't sleep by dragon_temeraire Teen And Up | 4,085w After the nogitsune, Stiles is unable to sleep. To help, he has a spell cast on him that will link him with Derek.

▶▶ Illuminated by ZainClaw Teen And Up | 5,013w "Because I'm falling in love with you and it's scaring the hell out of me."

▶▶ Like Immortality by Idday ★ Teen And Up | 4,815w Stiles and Derek, in letters, through the years.

▶▶ little spoon by bibliosexual ★ Teen And Up | 4,489w To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

▶▶ Love So Hard, It Could Rip My Heart Out by Lapin ★ Mature | 7,554w Stiles is seventeen, and his best friend is drifting away, and his dad isn't speaking to him, so he's going to make some bad decisions. He's seventeen and he needs bad decisions to look back on when he's thirty, and nothing is a worse decision than Derek Hale. He'll let the Big Bad Wolf in, let him press Stiles down into the couch and he'll wrap his arms around him and he'll know it's a bad choice, but it's his, and Derek is here when no one else is.

▶▶ Mǣnōn by MyBeth Explicit | 9,237w Knotting. It’s a thing that exists. Like werewolves and weird lizard creatures. It’s just rated NC-17 so you don’t hear about it so much on TV. It exists and he gets it. Stiles. He’s the one that gets it.

▶▶ meat cute by bleep0bleep Teen And Up | 1,046w u should give it to ur werewolf ;) Stiles stares at his phone, because he doesn’t have a werewolf. Well, technically he has a crush on a werewolf, but that doesn't really count. He buys the steak anyways.

▶▶ No Refills by scottmcniceass Teen And Up | 6,765w Stiles spends almost every night at Winston Diner. They have the best coffee he's ever tasted, and free wifi. Of course, the only waiter ever on staff after eleven, Derek, was a piece of work. But maybe, underneath that chilly personality, Derek was the kind of person who Stiles didn't mind spending every night with, after all.

▶▶ No Refunds or Exchanges by badwolfbadwolf Mature | 18,916w Stiles is the newest deputy in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, and has maybe just been a little in love with Derek Hale since Stiles had made a fool of himself in front of him at the SD summer picnic a few years ago. Being married to him—only for the sake of not getting deported—is going to suck in new and unusual ways.

▶▶ Nonsexual Favors by sterekseason N/A | 846w Prompt: "I need a favor, and not the sexual kind."

▶▶ Not Quite A Siren, But Something Like That by lapsus_calami General | 2,891w There's a sea creature stealing all of Derek's stuff. For some reason he finds that more endearing than annoying.

▶▶ Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk Teen And Up | 6,810w "Okay, how 'bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don't believe I'm genuinely interested in you, then I'll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?" Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, "Fine. One date."

▶▶ One life stand by Vendelin ★ Explicit | 84,278w Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale. All Derek wants is Stiles's time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It's the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he's ever had, and he's more than happy to sign up. Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it's just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

▶▶ Orchard Lane Series [1] A Blossoming Romance by Trelkez Teen And Up | 7,533w Stiles will just have to try harder next time. No one can ignore him forever. [2] Welcoming Committee by Trelkez Teen And Up | 2,625w "I miss the days when I thought Derek was the strangest person on this block," Stiles says.

▶▶ Peeping Stiles by literaryoblivion Mature | 16,550w Stiles finds himself outside Derek's house because he just can't seem to stay away.

▶▶ quoting Rhett Butler by haleofStilesheart Teen And Up | 2,445w Stiles has a bad habit of dating complete assholes. Good thing Derek's there to knock some sense into him.

▶▶ Taking Care by LoveActually_rps Explicit | 3,413w Derek had returned from a conference where the new CEO, Mr Stiles Stilinski, took over his company in a so called meeting where all the white collared, richly clothed shareholders - assholes - voted against Derek. He hadn’t even waited for a final handshake with the new owner. He knew, he’d never be able to fake a smile when his heart was shattering into a thousand pieces. Well, they had Peter to deal with these formalities.

▶▶ the blazing bombardier by bibliosexxual N/A | 1,599w Derek fundamentally doesn’t understand people who like roller coasters.

▶▶ the roommate by bibliosexxual N/A | 1,826w Stiles' mysterious new roommate shows up right as Stiles and Scott are sliding their second tray of ginger snaps out of the oven. Stiles thought it’d be a nice way to welcome him, break the ice a little, all that. He’s also planning to make some sugar cookies in case D. Hale has less adventurous tastes. Never let it be said that Stiles Stilinski doesn’t plan ahead.

▶▶ To Be Worthy Of Hope by alocalband ★ Teen And Up | 7,482w "If you can't say the words, you're not mature enough to know what they mean," Scott tells him. Stiles throws a french fry at him. (In which Derek is secretly pining, Stiles is oblivious to both Derek’s feelings as well as his own, and any personal growth that happens in the mean time is completely reluctant.)

▶▶ We All Fall by cobrilee N/A | 815w Derek has a thing for Stiles' bed. Stiles doesn’t question it.

▶▶ We're Burning One Hell of a Something by calrissian18 Mature | 6,031w Derek's roommate has already moved in by the time he shows up. And he's taken up both sides of the room.

▶▶ Werewolf-Friendly by badwolfbadwolf ★ Explicit | 27,227w Derek is a junior in college, never could get the hang of social interaction, and is, you know, a werewolf. A werewolf and a virgin. And it isn't like anyone is banging down his door to hop on his werewolf dick, save for the few pervs who acted like he was some kind of exotic toy to be played with and experienced. So, when he sees Stiles' ad on Hot Men 4 Rent, Derek is... interested.

▶▶ You've got me slippin' and a slidin' by ElisAttack General | 3,683w Derek lives in the middle of nowhere, and is probably in love with his delivery boy.

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by bibliosexxual Mature | 4,220w Prompt: Stiles tries to seduce Derek but Derek has the habit of only dating older people (Jennifer, Kate...). So he says no to Stiles and Stiles is really disappointed but by chance he keeps seeing Derek and with time Derek realizes that he may have made a mistake.

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by nogitsunelichen N/A | 696w Prompt: "I thought it was a one-night stand... but now we're married..."

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by sterekseason N/A | 377w Derek shows up to his first pack meeting after moving back to Beacon Hills wearing worn out jeans and a faded flannel, chest hair popping out near the top. His beard is full, his hair is longer, almost long enough for a bun, his eyes have smile lines. He's happy.

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by villainny N/A | 678w Prompt: Derek is a deliveryman and Stiles ordered a hug

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