i said i wasn't going to make anymore but i gave this one a shot

Hate You (Wonho)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Chapter 1

Pairing: Wonho x Reader
Genre: Romance, Fluff?, Angst

“Did they really have to invite all of Monsta X?” I sighed as I scanned the crowd. I had watched them all walk in, looking too cool as always. 

“Why don’t you like Wonho? Please remind me.” Soo Jung, leader of the group, asked curiously as if she didn’t know.

“You know exactly why.” I huffed back at her. I really hate that jerk.

I watched her eyes follow his every move. “No, I  don’t. He is a gorgeous man. It’s a mystery why you don’t like him. Everyone likes him.” she swooned. I seem to have forgotten that everyone is blinded by him other than me.

“He's rude Soo Jung. I can’t stand him. He purposely tries to ruin my life. Every time he smirks I want to punch him right in the-” but sadly my rant was cut short, courtesy of the devil himself.

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Jon Bellion Ooh  

AN: This was supposed to be short. edit there was a mistake but i fixed it hella too late but…. its still trash as fuck though

I don’t believe that you’re from New York

You’re from the sky, past our view of space

Don’t bullshit me, tell me you’re an angel

Steve had dragged them out for an early morning run and he was already pissed. It was way too cold and quiet for his liking and Sam was there he hated Sam. But Steve had promised him that he would buy them the biggest breakfast they could eat so he managed for the time being.

When they had finally stopped running for the morning he had the biggest plate of waffles and bacon in front of him and he couldn’t have been happier. Sure it was nearly 8 in the morning and he had run 15 miles but he had food and was sitting in a warm cafe.

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Isaac Lahey Imagine- Because Of Me (Part2)

Part 1       Part 3     Part4

You and Malia were on your way to Scott’s house for the weekly pack meeting and as usual you were both late. “No, we’ve got a good ten minutes till we have to be there” Malia said, checking the time on her phone. You decided to walk together from your house, by decided I mean your car broke down so you had no other choice. “Malia we were supposed to be there at half past, we’re twenty minutes late” you sighed. “We better hurry up or we’ll have to listen to one of Stiles’ lectures on the importance of punctuality again” she smiled. You remembered that vividly, you were both sitting there for what seemed like forever listening to a ranting Stiles, while you were making sarcastic comments and trying not to laugh. “It's like another fifteen minute walk” you groaned. “Or a five minute run” she said, her eyes glowing blue. “Malia, you know I hate sport-” you began saying, before realising she had already started. "Great” you muttered before running after her. By the time you got there, she was waiting for you at the front door. “It’s about time Y/L/N, I better tell coach to sign you up for extra track practice” she laughed. You simply flipped her off and opened the front door. You walked into the living room and everyone’s heads shot up at you, but you weren’t met with the usual clap or sarcastic comment on how nice it was for you to finally arrive. You followed Liam’s flickering eyes to see none other than Isaac goddam Lahey standing in the corner of the room. You couldn’t deal with this again. You turned around and walked back out without a word. “You make me do math, you’re doing this” Malia said, grabbing your shoulders and bringing you back in. You huffed and sat next to Stiles, the only other person that wasn't excited for his presence. Pack meetings were one of the places you didn’t have the comfort of Brett. You tried to listen to the meeting but you were too distracted, you had to ignore Isaac’s glances, while giving Malia the look to show her just how irritated you were, while trying your hardest not to look over at him and not to mention everyone was waiting for your input on things like usual and when you didn’t say anything everyone knew why. “Until we read the book, I don’t want any of you walking around at night on your own, we don’t know enough about the dread doctors yet” Scott said, rounding off the meeting. “So I’ve got enough room to drop four of you home” Stiles said, standing up. “I’m staying at yours to study and you pass Kira’s and Lydia’s house on the way there” Malia suggested. “Alright, Y/N I’ll drop you home as well.” Stiles offered. “My house is completely out of the way. You should take Liam instead” you said, picking up your bag. “You should take the ride, I’m sure the dread doctors are mostly going after humans and I don’t want you to be in danger because of me” Liam piped up. “Honestly, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me” you smiled. “You’re not going home on your own” Lydia declared. “My mom’s coming to pick me up from the end of the road” you announced. “Are you just saying that, or do you actually mean it?” Scott asked, raising his eyebrows. “Erm maybe…” you groaned, knowing they wouldn’t just drop it. “Why don’t you ride with Isaac, he’s got room and he’s heading in the same direction” Malia suggested. How kind of her. You widened your eyes and shook your head gently at her, she simply smiled at you in return and high fived Lydia and Kira discreetly. Clearly, the three of them had been plotting. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, I mean she hates me” Isaac tried to say quietly to Scott. “I think it’s a great idea” Kira added. “I don't” Stiles mumbled, before Malia punched him in the arm to shut him up. “I think I’d rather walk and take my chances” you said, attempting to leave, before Liam pulled you back in. “Isaac can take you home.” Scott insisted. “I’ll be fi-” you began saying, before noticing his serious expression. You looked at Isaac who was looking back at you awkwardly. “Fine” you whined, while walking outside and to his car. It couldn’t be that bad, surely. Everyone began walking to the cars and Scott stood at the door to wave you all off. You lent against the passenger side, with your arms crossed waiting for him. He opened the door and you both got in. This was definitely going to be awkward.

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Tododeku Week - Day 2

Title: Relax, Relax
Rating: T (honestly this is just for language)
Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia
Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, the rest of Class 1-A (minus Mineta, plus Shinsou)
Ships: Tododeku, some background ships if ya really squint, except Bakushima, that one’s pretty obvious
Theme: Beach
Quote: “Some things are destined to be— it just takes us a couple of tries to get there.” - J.R. Ward, Lover Mine 
Summary: Izuku relaxes with Shouto, but worries that the rest of the class isn’t relaxing at all.

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All For You (Ben Mason X Reader)

Fandom: Falling Skies
Pairing: Ben Mason X Reader
Word Count: 2,981 
Author’s Note: Not a request, but I had this idea after last week’s episode and today’s episode only made me want to write it more???? Also: not an AU, I just alter a few things about the timeline. Like, there’s about a month gap between Maggie getting her spikes removed and the 2nd Mass travelling to the 14th Virginia (is that even what it’s called?? idk??), and in reality it’s only like a couple of days?? Also the ending’s super abrupt I am so sorry.
WARNING: Spoilers for the most recent episode of Falling Skies!! Read at your own risk!!

“Anne, please,” You pleaded, knitting your eyebrows together and giving her the most desperate look you could. “He’s, god, he’s so miserable. It’s killing me.”

“And, what?” Anne asked, frowning at you. “You think putting Maggie’s spikes into you won’t?”

You groaned loudly and tugged on your hair in annoyance. “I don’t know. Probably. But if there’s even a possibility of it working, I’m willing to take the risk. I’ll be stronger, I’ll be of more use to the Second Mass, and-”

“Ben’ll like you better?” Anne guessed, not unkindly, just thoughtfully.

You narrowed your eyes at her. “Anne, believe it or not, I don’t care about him liking me back.” You shook your head. “He’s my best friend, hell, he’s one of my only friends at this point, and he’s in so much pain right now. I can’t…” Your eyes started to water, and Anne placed a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. “I can’t handle seeing him hurting like this. I have to try and do something to help, don’t I?”

“__y/n__, I know that you want to help him, but it’s just too dangerous.” She shook her head firmly. “I’m sorry.”

“Anne.” You looked at her as seriously as you could. “The only person that’ll get hurt is me. The only person this will affect is me. Please. Just let me try. He’s my best friend, and even though I’m right here, he feels so alone. Maybe if I have the spikes he’ll actually talk to me.”

Anne sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I really wish I had a waiver or something for you to sign.”

You snapped your eyes up to meet hers instantly. “Is this you agreeing?” You asked hopefully, and Anne couldn’t say no to you. You were a good kid and you rarely asked for anything, and you were right; the spikes in the long run could potentially benefit you more than they could hurt you.

She let out another long sigh before speaking. “Yes.”

You threw your arms around her neck, and Anne chuckled softly before releasing you. She patted the edge of the operating table as a signal for you to hop on. “I don’t know how long alien spikes last before they die,” Anne started, pulling on a pair of reusable rubber gloves. “So let’s get started, shall we?”

You nodded instantly, tugging off your shirt and clambering onto the table. “Thank you, Anne. Thank you so much.”

Anne rolled her eyes, but there was fondness in the act. “You probably won’t be saying that when I’m putting alien parasites into your body, but I’m glad that you’re happy for the moment.” Anne tugged her hair into a quick, messy ponytail before grabbing the jar of spikes from a desk and placing them on the table next to you.

You gulped a little when you saw the way they wiggled and squirmed against the class, but when Anne asked you again if you were “One hundred percent sure that you wanted to go through with this?”, you responded immediately.

“Definitely.” You were pleased to find that your voice didn’t tremble, and you offered Anne a grin full of fake confidence. “Let’s get this over with.”


“Ow.” You grumbled almost an hour later. You carefully got to your feet with Anne’s assistance, and you were pleased when your legs didn’t buckle out from underneath you. You didn’t feel incredibly different, but you did feel a lingering tingle in the back of your mind that you thought had something to do with the spikes previously belonging to Ben.

“Thank you, Anne.” You said genuinely, hugging her tightly. “You’re the best.”

Anne mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “Damn right”, and you thought she was going to say more before the door to the temporary medical center swung open, and both you and Anne blinked in surprise as Ben rushed into the room.

You pretended that the look of disappointment on his face didn’t sting.

“Sorry,” You commented, not all that apologetically. “You probably thought I was Maggie.” You slipped your shirt back on before bringing your gaze back to Ben’s face. “It’s just me.”

Ben raised an eyebrow at you, but he didn’t look so disappointed anymore. “What did you do?”

You shrugged noncommittally, bringing a hand to your neck and touching the spike you found there. You let out an inaudible gasp, the material felt weird and foreign underneath your fingertips, and pulled your hand away. You gave Anne a jerky wave and a small smile before gesturing for Ben to follow you out of the room.

He did as you asked, but you could feel Ben’s eyes on your neck the whole time you walked. You led him to a building that you thought was deserted and quirked an eyebrow at him lazily.

“Why’d you do that?” Ben asked, and you stiffened as Ben’s hand slipped past your neck to stroke the spike that was protruding out of your skin.

You put all your focus into ignoring that and Ben’s close proximity, trying to formulate a response. “You were sad when Maggie got them taken out. I know I’m not Maggie,” But god, sometimes you wished you were. Wished it was you Ben was in love and not her. “But you just seemed so heartbroken and so alone and I don’t know if this is even gonna help, but I wanted to try, you know? Thought it’d be worth a shot if it made you feel like you had a friend again.”

Ben’s lips tilted upwards at the edges in a small smile. “I never stopped feeling like I had a friend,” Ben pointed out, nudging you with his elbow. “It was more like a piece of my heart was ripped out.”

“Has that eased at all?” You questioned hopefully, because really you had done this to make him feel better.

“Actually, yeah.” Ben said, and even he sounded surprised. Ben wrapped an arm around your neck and pulled you close enough to brush a kiss across your forehead (and you knew that it was meant to be nice and show you that you were his friend but it just made you want more). “Thank you.”

You coughed to ease the tremble that you knew would be in your voice. “Anytime, Benji.”


“Want to go for a run?” Ben asked, sidling up beside you. You were currently in the process of taking inventory of how much ammo the Second Mass had, but you were you could find someone else to do it.

“Sure.” You responded easily, and the smile alone on Ben’s face was worth making someone else do the job for you. “Give me a second so I can find someone to take over this?” You requested, and Ben nodded, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

You didn’t understand why he was so excited about a run, but it was nice to see him excited about anything, so you weren’t going to question it.

You found Matt quickly enough, and it wasn’t hard to convince him to do the inventory for you. With a hug, a promise of “I’ll give you a piggyback ride until I pass out when I get back”, and a ruffle of his hair, you and Ben were off.

You shifted your gun several times as you ran, the strap was biting uncomfortably into your skin, before Ben slipped the gun off your shoulder and slung it over his own.

“You don’t have to do that.” You tried to protest, frowning at him as you jogged alongside him.

“I know.” Ben said, and after a beat of silence, “I want to”.

And if your cheeks tinged a pale shade of pink at his words, well, that was definitely only because you were running and exerting yourself.


“So, why’d we run all the way here?” You asked curiously, taking a seat on a log to catch your breath. The spikes helped with your athleticism (which had been pretty much nonexistent before), but you were definitely not in as good of shape as Ben.

“Because we have some training to do.” Ben said, surprisingly chipper.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Training for what?” Ben pointed one of his thumbs at you, and you looked at him incredulously. “What do I need training for?”

“You’re stronger and faster now, but you need to know how to fight. Better than before. Once everyone else learns about your spikes, they’re going to expect you to stick with me. So you need to really know how to fight.”

“Lemme guess, you’re gonna train me, like, Mulan style? I’ll be able to defeat the Skitters after one song?”

Ben rolled his eyes at you, but you could the amusement dancing in the green orbs. “Probably not. I mean, I’ll do my best, but one song? That’s pushing it. We’re going to need a whole soundtrack.”

You stared at him for half a second before bursting into laughter. “I can’t believe you went along with that. You never go along with my jokes anymore.” He had when you first met, closer to the beginning of the invasion. You and Ben would always argue about whether comic books (you) or manga (Ben) were better, but he had gotten less and less joyful as the war had dragged on.

Ben shrugged, but you could see that he wanted to laugh too. “I’m trying something new.”

It felt like there was something else to that sentence that he wasn't mentioning, but you ignored it for the time being and climbed to your feet. You spread your feet a little bit and got into a defensive position. “Lesson number one,” You sang quietly, effectively erupting into another fit of laughter.

It took you a little over ten minutes to calm down, but during that time, you managed to make Ben laugh three times (three!!), so you figured the slight delay was worth it.


You were sitting on your bed in the room that the 14th Virginia had given you when you felt a wave of agonizing pain wash over you. You could feel, practically picture, that something bad was happening to Ben to make him feel such intense agony.

You stumbled to your feet, and you were so, so tempted to call out for Ben, but that was stupid and you knew better than that, so you remained silent as you let your spikes help lead you to wherever the hell Ben was.

They led you to a door, so you looked at it thoughtfully before jiggling it off (thank you, enhanced strength!!) and stepping into the room. You gritted your teeth when you saw Ben strapped down onto a table, the man from earlier that evening that had wanted to touch Ben’s spikes standing over him.

One of Ben’s spikes was already removed, and oh god, just looking at the wound made you feel sick.

“Hey, how’d you get in here?” The guy asked curiously, and without answering, you punched him square in the face. You could feel the bones in his nose shatter, and you smiled a little smugly as he fell to the ground. The man let out a harsh grunt of pain, and you climbed on top of him, keeping his body pinned to the floor.

“If you even think about touching him again, I’ll break a lot more than your nose.” You hissed. The man struggled underneath you, trying to get to his feet, so you cracked his head against the ground once, just hard enough to knock him out, and rose to your feet.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of Ben, so broken and defenseless, and you trailed a finger along the missing spike. You could feel a dull ache along your own spine at the mere thought of your own spikes being removed, and you hastily shook your head and undid the straps holding Ben down.

He seemed to be mostly unconscious as you helped him into a sitting position, so you shook his shoulders lightly to wake him up. After nearly a minute of you shaking him and him barely stirring, you started to think that you might need a different plan of attack.

“Benjamin Mason, if you don’t wake up right now I swear I’ll-”

“What?” Ben teased, finally awake. “Kiss me?”

You nodded gravely. “If that’s what it would’ve taken.”

Ben pretended to be disappointed, shaking his head at himself. “I should’ve stayed asleep a little longer then.”

You rolled your eyes at him and helped him to his feet, helping him make his way around the body on the floor. You halted suddenly when you realized something. “Where are we supposed to go? They’re gonna find us and they’re going to hurt you more and,” Ben was surprised by the unshed tears he saw glistening in your eyes. “I don’t want them to hurt you anymore.”

“Hey,” Ben reassured, hooking a hand around your neck and sliding you forward so that he could land a kiss on your forehead. “We’re gonna be okay. They’re not gonna hurt me anymore, not when I have you around to protect me.”

You tried to let that be reassuring, and you almost started walking again when you remembered that Ben was without a shirt, and that that might be just a tad suspicious. You slipped off your hoodie, which you didn’t think was big enough for him, and tugged off your shirt as well, a loose-fitting scrap of black cloth that you hoped would fit Ben. You moved to hand it to him when you realized that Ben’s eyes were on your unclothed torso, and you rolled your eyes (he was a boy, and even if he didn’t see you that way, you were an attractive person and you appreciated that he seemed to think so too, at the very least).

You pushed the fabric into his hands and urged him to put it on, definitely not letting your eyes linger on his own bare stomach for longer than was probably necessary, sliding your hoodie back on. It covered your spikes, which was good, because you were pretty sure that it was the only reason no one had known that you had them too (if they had, you would’ve been strapped to a table with Ben, no doubt about it).

“So, where exactly are we supposed to go?” You whispered, Ben’s fingers warm against yours as he led you down a hallway.

He was silent for a moment, and you were starting to think that he hadn’t heard you when he murmured something you couldn’t make out and shoved you both into a nearby closet. The closet was smaller than either of you expected, so you were left pressed up against his chest, and Ben was forced to wrap his arms around your waist to steady himself.

You really hoped that he couldn’t feel just how fast your heartbeat was.

“Why are we in here?” You dared to ask after a moment of silence.

“Saw a soldier.” Ben whispered back. “Didn’t want to run into him.”

You nodded in understanding and moved closer to Ben without meaning to. In the process of doing so, you realized that Ben’s heartbeat was just as quick and unsteady as yours was.

You dragged your gaze up to meet his, and you were only a little surprised to find Ben already looking at you.

“Afraid of the soldier?” You spoke softly, and Ben shook his head.

“You?” Ben questioned back.

You shook your head too, and a gentle smile flickered onto Ben’s lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Ben asked, still taking care to keep his voice low because this wasn’t exactly the best time to be having this conversation.

You hesitated for a second. “Depends on if you’re still in love with Maggie.”

He shook his head instantly. “No.” Ben ran a hand through his hair sheepishly. “I’ve been over that for a while.”

“Thanks a lot for telling me.” You hissed, because fuck you Ben Mason, I’ve been waiting for you to get over her. Before Ben could protest or ask what exactly that meant, you were surging forwards and connecting your lips with his.

Your arms twisted around his neck as best as they could in the small space, and Ben’s arms tightened around your waist. You could feel Ben’s pulse fluttering underneath your fingertips, and it made you smile into the kiss because you were the cause of that. You did that to him.

You felt Ben smile into the kiss too, and you pressed your lips forward a little harder, a little more firmly, and you could hear your own pulse pounding in your ears. Ben’s teeth clacked against yours a couple of times, and your nose nudged uncomfortably against his, but even as Ben murmured apologies, you whispered reassurances.

“There’s no need to be sorry. It’s gonna take some practice, Benji.” You mumbled against his lips, and Ben made a grateful sound before bringing your lips back to his.

And you knew that when you went out of the closet, a soldier would end up finding you and you’d get thrown in the brig, but for the moment, you could pretend that you and Ben were just two teenagers sneaking around during school.

And since that scenario didn’t involve either of you getting tortured, you wanted to stay in the musty, crowed supply closet for as long as you could. So when Ben’s lips found yours for a third time, you didn’t protest. You went willingly, gladly taking whatever he was willing to give you.

(Who knew when the next time you’d get to kiss him would be? Certainly not you. You were going to take as long as you could to do it now, before it was too late.)

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Divorced with Kids

Niall: When you and NIall signed the papers you couldn’t believe it, your marriage got to his point where you two couldn’t stand each other, but that wasn’t the case, Niall wanted out. He wanted to feel 21 again going out, with no one to worry about to have fun. But you knew that you that wasn’t your life anymore; you had responsibilities and that was your children. The 3 of them, Iris, Nick, and Andy the youngest of the 3. It was Niall’s weekend and the kids were excited to see their father and you were happy as well, they missed their father. You pulled up to his house and helped the kids with their bags. They were all lined up as you closed the trunk, 

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Prompt here! In PC, Leo says something to Mikey along the lines of "you get /sick/ when you get sick" - could we see an example of what Leo's talking about, with the three older bros having to deal with a super sick Mikey? (PC au s'il vous plait, if that wasn't already clear haha)

“Why won’t he stop crying?” Donnie asked through a lisp, blinking owlishly out from under his messy brown hair. He was supposed to be in bed, but so were the rest of them.

“He’s real sick, Donnie,” Raphie replied. Raphie was watching Leo closely, and his sharp green eyes would dart to Mikey’s face every time it was turned in his direction. “Don’t we have any – any, um – ”

“Medicine,” Donnie piped up helpfully. His little face was wrinkled with worry now, and he drifted closer. “He needs medicine.”

Leo spared him a small smile, without breaking his slow stride from one side of the room and back again, rubbing smoothing circles on his baby brother’s back. Leo knew he wasn’t allowed in the medicine cabinet, but he had already tried to wake mama up two times and she only rolled over and went back to sleep, and poor Mikey was crying himself hoarse, a hot and heavy little bundle in Leo’s aching arms.

“Raphie, can you go to mamma’s room and get her phone?” he asked, voice a gentle lull for Mikey, the way mamma used to talk to Leo when Leo was sick. “It’s on the table by her bed.”

Raphie nodded, and shot down the hall on quiet feet. Donnie put soft hands on Mikey’s face, and gasped at the warmth rolling off the baby’s skin. “Leo – ”

“I know,” Leo murmured, and his heart was racing. Mikey sniffled, and seemed too worn out to wail anymore, but fat tears kept rolling down his round cheeks, and his snotty face was stuffed up against Leo’s neck, and Leo wished mamma would wake up and help him, or that he was bigger and knew what to do on his own. “Um, Donnie, can you go get a washrag from the bathroom and get it wet? Maybe Mikey will feel better if we wipe his face clean.”

Donnie followed Leo’s directions as quickly as Raphie had, just as eager to be helpful. He had never been a big brother before Mikey was born, and he loved spoiling the happy baby even more than Raphie did.

Mikey’s little body heaved with a cough, and then his breath was hitching into miserable sobs again, and Leo resumed his rocking steps back and forth.

Donnie came back with the wet washrag, and he had already rung it out so it wasn’t drippy, and Leo eased Mikey away from him just enough to wipe the tears and snot off his face. And then he paused, because it looked like the damp rag felt good on the toddler’s flushed cheeks and forehead, so he folded the rag over and kept it up even after Mikey was all clean. Then he had to sit down carefully, right on the floor, because Mikey was too heavy to hold up anymore.

“I got it,” Raphie said, returning to the kitchen so fast his socks slipped on the tile. He had mamma’s flat cellphone clutched in both hands. “What do I do now?”

“There’s a phone number on the fridge for in case of emergencies. We can call it and ask what to do.”

“Is it 911?” Donnie asked promptly as Raphie went to pull the paper with the number off the fridge. They had learned about 911 in school. Leo shook his head, and made a hushing noise when Mikey started to get worked up again.

“It’s the doctor mamma takes us to, the nice one who gives us stickers when we visit,” he explained, as Raphie sat on his knees on Leo’s other side. “She’ll help us.”

The doctor asked them lots of questions about how Mikey was feeling, if he was sore or achey in his throat or tummy, if he was sweating, if he was having trouble breathing, and Leo said no, no, and no. She said it sounded like a cold, and she asked to speak to mamma a few times, but Leo told her mamma was sleeping, and he just wanted to know so he could help her with Mikey if she needed it. It seemed to make the doctor feel better, her voice was happier as she gave them all sorts of advice that Leo struggled to memorize, and she sounded impressed that they had called her all by themselves. Raphie and Donnie were both giving Leo odd looks for his lie as he put the phone down.

“Why did you tell her you only wanted to help mamma?” Raphie asked sharply, voice full of indignant, six-year-old hurt. “Mamma never does anything, she doesn’t need any help!”

Leo’s heart hurt at that, but he didn’t know why. “She just doesn’t feel good right now,” he said. “I think she’s sick, too. Let’s take care of Mikey, okay? Donnie, can you get his sippy cup out of the fridge? And Raphie, if I tell you what it looks like, can you get the bag of Mikey’s medicine from the bathroom?”

Hours later, after a whole Disney movie and half of another one, the little medicine tablet they melted in Mikey’s juice just like mamma always did was helping him, and Donnie was asleep against Raphie’s arm, and Mikey sighed a little in Leo’s lap, exhausted. Leo was exhausted, too, but not the sleepy kind, and Raphie reached over with very careful fingers to push the hair out of Mikey’s resting face.

“Will he be okay now?” Raphie asked. When Leo nodded, Raphie looked relieved, and added fervently, “I hope he never gets sick again.”

“Me, too,” Leo agreed. “But we can take care of him if he does.”

And it was a strange thing to think, since they had a mamma, but Leo thought maybe he could take care of his brothers even if she was gone – and looking at them, and sitting on the big couch with them, while it got dark outside and the clock in the kitchen glowed well past bedtime, Leo thought he liked the sound of that.

He still wished he was big, though. Leo couldn’t wait until he was big enough to carry his brothers forever, without ever getting tired, and without ever having to put them down.

Don’t let me be scared all alone (Part 2)

Blindspot fanfic. Jeller.

Sorry, the voices in my head are angsty, so I subject you to them. I shall henceforth begin every fic with an apology. :)

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“So you don’t know who the shooter was?” Jane tried– and failed– to keep the impatience out of her voice.

Oscar shook his head. “But there are plenty of people who don’t want any of these cases to see the light of day. You have to be careful.”

“Whoever he was, he was waiting for me. But he would have taken the team out to get to me. I’m putting them in danger.”

“They’d be in danger whether you were there or not. The minute you and your tattoos showed up, things got dangerous for them.”

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anonymous asked:

“Oh my god, you have a concussion, stop trying to flirt with me.” for Komahina please?

Ah, I didn’t expect anyone to send me anything! Thank you! I’m not entirely sure what to think of this fic… It ended up kind of weird. :’D But I hope you enjoy it regardless! Thank you for reading!

Holding back a sigh, Hinata dug his fingers into the sand. He tried to focus on the grains against his skin, instead of the approaching footsteps he could hear over the crashing waves. But he couldn’t ignore Komaeda sitting down right next to him on the sand, nor the smile he was surely wearing.

Even though there was no point, Hinata tried to hope. Maybe Komaeda was just here to watch the ocean. Maybe he wanted to talk about something normal, like the weather or a movie they could watch. Hinata would have been happy with anything as long as it wasn't—

“There’s something wrong with my cellphone,” Komaeda said. Hinata had half a mind to point out no one on the island had a working cellphone, but instead he closed his eyes and awaited the inevitable. “It doesn’t have your number in it.”
Hinata stayed silent. He tried to tell himself that if he just didn’t react then Komaeda would grow bored. Then he could go and subject someone else to his horrible pick up lines. 

Undeterred, Komaeda continued. “Am I in a museum? Because you really are a work of art.”

With his eyes still on the waves, Hinata decided he could only blame himself for this situation. He was the one who gave Komaeda the stupid book on pick up lines. He had run out of anything else that would have made a good present, so he had handed the book to Komaeda and hoped for the best. Thankfully, Komaeda seemed to like it… but maybe too much. Now Komaeda wouldn’t speak to him without spouting at least one awful pick up line. Ignoring Komaeda only seemed to make him try even harder.

“If your heart was a prison, I would like to be sentenced to life.” Komaeda waited expectantly, but Hinata kept his expression blank. He could almost hear Komaeda’s pout. “Then… Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven, I mean.”

Hinata felt something snap. He shot up to his feet with a glare, viciously sweeping the sand off his clothes. Komaeda blinked up at him. Seething, Hinata kicked away sand as he stomped away.

“Hinata-kun? Hinata-kun, wait!”

“Leave me alone!” Hinata yelled back. “I don’t want to hear anymore stupid pick up lines!”

He didn’t realise he had reached the water until the waves lapped at his feet. He gritted his teeth. Dammit. Now on top of everything his shoes were soaked.

“Hinata-kun…!” Hinata turned to see Komaeda, his face pink and breathing heavily. He was already out of breath from running such a short distance. Hinata felt a prickle of guilt at the edge of his mind, and his resolve only wavered further when he saw Komaeda’s apologetic and pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry, Hinata-kun. I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought… I thought we were just having fun. I—”

A shadow fell over them. Hinata only had time to register a roaring sound and the droplets falling on his head, because he looked up to a surging wall of water crashing down on him. Knocked off his feet, Hinata slammed down onto the sand, coughing and spluttering as the water retreated.

A tendril of seaweed was clinging to his face: he ripped it off as he sat up and tossed it onto the sand. It took him a moment to realise what had happened. A wave must have hit them—not a tidal wave, but still a wave that was much bigger than they usually saw on Jabberwock Island. To be hit by a wave like that was nothing more than a case of bad luck.

Bad luck. Hinata’s head snapped up. Komaeda had been standing right next to him. The wave would have hit him too.

Hinata spotted him nearby, face down in the sand, his head against a worryingly large rock. He was completely still. Hinata felt his blood freeze.

“Komaeda! Hey!” Hinata crawled, stumbled, then ran until he was on his knees at Komaeda’s side. He lifted him, watched as Komaeda’s head lolled back, saw the ugly bruise behind his dripping hair. “Come on, Komaeda! Wake up!”

Komaeda’s eyes fluttered open. Hinata sighed in relief.

“Are you okay?” Hinata asked.

Komaeda looked at him, blinking, frowning. His gaze seemed distant.

“Oh, Hinata-kun,” he finally mumbled. He showed a faint smile. “It’s you.”

“Yeah… Are you okay?” Hinata asked again, unsure if Komaeda had heard him. He wondered if Komaeda had a concussion. He didn’t know much about concussions, aside from what he’d seen in movies. He needed to find Tsumiki: if there was anyone who knew what to do in this situation, it was her.

Komaeda frowned at him again. He flinched. “My… my head hurts,” he said. “What happened?”

“A wave hit us and you hit your head. You were knocked out. Can you stand?”

Slowly, Hinata helped Komaeda climb to his feet. Komaeda staggered, almost collapsing, but Hinata grabbed him and kept him steady. Together they started the walk off the beach, Hinata supporting Komaeda as they went.

“What? What is it?” Hinata asked when he saw that, despite his face being paler than usual, and his hair and clothes being completely soaked, Komaeda was smiling.

“It’s just… I guess you could say I really ‘fell’ for you, Hinata-kun.”


“Oh, that’s right! The book had another one I really liked…”

“Komaeda, stop.”

“Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.”

“Oh my god, you have a concussion! Stop flirting with me!” Hinata snapped. Komaeda closed his mouth, but the mischievous glint didn’t leave his eyes. Hinata sighed. He supposed that Komaeda’s head injury couldn’t be too bad if he was joking around like normal, even if he still looked terrible.

“I… I’m glad you’re all right,” Hinata mumbled, and he glanced up in time to see Komaeda look away, his face tinted pink. Hinata could have laughed. Komaeda had spent days delivering awful pick up lines—why was he getting embarrassed now?

“Hey, Komaeda,” Hinata said. “If… If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d have a galaxy in my hand.”

Komaeda laughed, his cheeks red. “Ahaha! That was really bad, Hinata-kun.”

Hinata couldn’t help but laugh as well.

maye-art  asked:

Oh pls continue the kitten proposal it's perfect! I love it!

Ahh thank you. I’m glad you liked it so much. I hope this is good enough then.

Other part here

“So,” Anna said slowly, “you two are now engaged?”

Jack shifted in his seat as his adopted parents looked over him and Hiccup who was cowering. It had been a week or so since Jack’s accidental proposal and they agreed to inform his parents about it. “Well, yes and no.” He shrugged and rolled his shoulders. “It was sort of an accident really, but I guess we are engaged.”

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