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mymisstina  asked:

I really like your writings! Can you do a scenario where Jin helps his wife (you) cooking when you suddenly feel sick and dizzy because of some smells and as a doctor he thinks you're pregnant and he's right?

Originally posted by hob-e

Of course! Thank you for enjoying my writing!! I appreciate your nice messages so much. I didn’t really understand if Jin was the doctor or not but I’m just gonna roll w/ it and make it an AU~~~ I hope you enjoy!! (I made it pretty dramatic right? Lol, this was so fun to write!!!)

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You’d woken up this morning feeling groggy and wondering if you’d had the flu or not. Jin had work early, so you decided not to let him know. You were sure it would pass, so this time you let it slide.

He’d woken you up by accident, but you still decided to get up and dress. While he was showering you cooked some breakfast for the both of you, despite feeling unwell.

When he got out of the shower, he walked to the kitchen and met you with arms around your waist.

“Don’t do that while I’m cooking,” you complained, slapping his hands teasingly. He pressed his lips fondly to your cheek before putting his hand on yours.

“You’re supposed to stir it like this, Jagiya.”

“Oh. That’s so much easier than I was doing it.” You grumbled, pouting sheepishly. Grinning, Jin kissed your neck this time.

“Seokjinah! Stop distracting me or I’ll burn the food.” You snapped, pushing him off. You felt cramped, and your morning sickness still hadn’t gone away yet.

“Okay, okay. But, can you put some of this on my food when you’re done? I need to get dressed.”

“Mm, okay.” You nodded, taking the little tin of spices and placing it down near his plate. He left the room, and you turned the element the pan was on off. You decided to just cover the whole thing in whatever spices Jin had given you because you had no appetite.

You sprinkled it on top, and were engulfed by a sour scent.

“Jin, what did you make me put on your food?” You shouted to the back of the house, wafting whatever it was away from your nose.

Jin came out while tucking his shirt into his pants, his tie loosely hanging around his neck.

“I don’t know, my mom gave it to me. It tastes really good on what you’re making… (Y/N)ah, are you okay?”

You dropped the pan on the floor with a loud clatter, holding onto the stove for support. Dizziness clouded your vision, as you reached for anything that would hold you up. In the process of trying to find something to hold onto, you knocked over a few plates and they shattered on the floor.

Jin hurried over, wrapping his arms around you to keep you upright.

“Jin,” you mumbled, clinging onto him weakly. What was happening? You thought you were going to throw up, so you covered your mouth and tried to breathe evenly through your nose.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Let’s just sit down.” He stopped in the middle of the kitchen, glancing around at the messy floor. On the way to the table, glass was everywhere. Jin picked you up bridal style, holding onto you protectively.

“Jin,” you mumbled again, laying your head against his shoulder. You were going to throw up, but you didn’t want to do it on him. “Put me down.”

“No, there’s glass everywhere.”

“I’m going to throw up, please put me down.”

He stepped through the glass, and you heard it as he stepped on it. His feet would definitely be cut up. 

“Jin, stop! Put me down.” You desperately tried to get out of his grip, but he didn’t stop. You both made it to the bathroom and he put you down gently. You put your head into the toilet and threw up loudly.

“Were you drinking last night?” Jin questioned, kneeling beside you and brushing hair away from your face. You shook your head, feeling the need to throw up again. You did. Twice more.

“How long have you been feeling sick, Jagi?”

“Since I woke up,” you whined, wiping your mouth clean with your hand. You were still so dizzy, and you wondered if you were going to throw up again. Weakly, you leaned against Jin for support and he helped you stand up.

“Are you still dizzy?”

“Mm,” you replied, keeping a hand firmly on your raw stomach. “Is there something wrong with me?”

“I’m not sure, yet. Let’s just clean you up a bit, okay? If you feel like you’re going to throw up again, tell me.”

You knew the worst was over. Instead of wanting to throw up, you just felt weak and dizzy. Jin would take care of you, he always did. If it was something bad wrong with you, Jin would be blunt about it. He’d been a doctor for however many years even before he met you.

You washed out your mouth with mouthwash and he brought you back to bed. When you were tucked away snugly, he came back with a glass of cold water and a bucket.

“I need to call my work and tell them I’m not coming in today.” He sat on the side of the bed, stroking your hair and lightly kissing your forehead.

“No, go. I’m fine, now.” You tried to sit up, but he wouldn’t let you. Jin stood up. He looked a little uneasy, and it made you feel anxious as well.

“I’m going to go out and buy a few things, too. I think I know what’s wrong.”

“Is there something wrong with me?” You took his hand and pulled him back down to you. He shook his head quickly.

“Nothing bad, but there might be something.”

“Okay, go, then.” You turned away from him, burrowing under your blankets like a bear going into hibernation. He chuckled quietly and left, leaving you alone in the sun filled room.

You didn’t rest a pinch the whole time he was gone. When you heard the front door click, you got up and began to clean the messy kitchen. Although Jin didn’t say anything about his feet, there were shards of glass covered in blood near the bathroom door and in the bedroom. It made you feel terrible, but you were sure he was just out buying some disinfectant cream and band aids. 

He returned quicker than you thought, holding a brown paper bag. The moment Jin saw you, his eyebrows furrowed and he made you sit down on a chair.

“Stop moving so much. Leave this to me, okay? It’s fine, jagi.”

“No, no I can’t. I made this mess, so I’m going to clean it. How are your feet, are they still bleeding? Let me see.”

“No, they’re fine. Here.” He handed you the paper bag, prodding you to stand up and holding you all the way to the bathroom. Why was he doing this? He was treating you like a delicate flower.  

“What’s in the bag?” You wondered, about to open it when Jin closed the door. 

“I’ll be out here,” he replied on the other side of the door. You finally opened the bag, and pulled out a small purple box that had the words PREGNANCY TESTING written on it.

Hauling open the door, you stared at him incredulously.

“Do you really think I’m pregnant?” You accused, swallowing a large amount of building saliva in your mouth.

“I don’t know for sure, (Y/N).” Jin sighed, pushing you back into the bathroom. “Take the test quick, because we’ll know sooner.”


“Just do it.”

You listened to him, closing the door but not bothering to click the lock. Nobody else was in the house, and even if there was, Jin was guarding it like a hawk. You took the test out of the box and stared at it for a moment, before taking it.

When you emerged from the bathroom, Jin warmly smiled at you.

“Are we ready for this? Do you even want a baby? Do I? Jin, I’m-”

“Don’t say you’re scared.” He commanded, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. “We don’t even know, yet.”

“What if I am, then?” 

“I do want a baby, if it’s with you.” He promised, pulling you into a hug. You sighed against his chest, closing your eyes tightly. It made you feel better, but only slightly. You were both still young, and you wondered if this was really the right time.

“What if I am scared, Jin?”

“If you think about it, our babies will be pretty good looking-”

Jin, seriously.”

He sighed, pulling away from the hug. “I can’t make you feel better about this. I’ve never had a baby with anyone. If you are pregnant, we’ll make it work. Jagi, I promise. I love you.”

After waiting for what seemed like forever, you both went back into the bathroom and checked the test.

“You look,” you prodded him forward, and he picked it up.

“Well,” he put it down, turning towards you. “Better start thinking up some baby names.”


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And It Was Quiet

A MHA fanfiction.


Inko knits and Toshinori naps. All in all, it’s a quiet evening.

Inko Midoriya was having a pleasant evening.

Lately she had taken to visiting her son’s dorms, occasionally staying overnight in one of the spare rooms. Originally she had only stopped for brief visits to check up on Izuku. Slowly but surely she had stayed longer each time, eventually staying too late one night talking with Izuku and his friends. They had insisted that she stay overnight, counting out all of the free rooms they had.

It had quickly evolved into her staying for a few days at a time, sleeping in one of the free rooms on the ground floor. Helping students with various things was common place for her - many of them were essentially living on their own for the first time, and everyone greatly appreciated her help. She enjoyed working with the students.

So here she was, sitting in a recliner, knitting resting in her lap, the common room mostly quiet. Her son was somewhere upstairs, messing around with his friends. Inko gave a content sigh and leaned back into the chair, taking a moment to examine her handiwork.

Meanwhile, on the couch next to her, Toshinori gave a quiet snore.

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foreverlovingdaryldixon  asked:

Oh my gosh I have missed your prompts! Please please please write a jealous Daryl over Carol and Tobin. Much love. x




“…Shit. C’mon!”


It was the sharp hiss of pain after twenty minutes of chopping and swearing that had Carl scrambling off the couch and heading into the backyard. Daryl’s working and cursing had been incessantly rhythmic enough to put Judith into a doze, so Carl left her in her playpen as he went to investigate.

Daryl was stomping around in a short circle in the yard, intermittently shaking his hand in the air and holding it close to rub the pain in his wrist. There was a pile of chopped wood to one side, a pile of wood yet-to-be-chopped on the other side, and in the middle was the chopping block, looking worse for wear where Daryl had embedded the ax head in it multiple times.

Currently, the head was a good few inches into the block, sticking up at a defiant angle. It wasn’t hard to put together that Daryl had yanked a little too aggressively and twisted something.

“What are you doing?” Carl asked bluntly, stopping at the bottom of the porch steps and not venturing closer.

Daryl spun on his heel, and his hot glare thawed a bit when he spotted Carl. There were a dozen colorful swear words just behind his teeth, but he settled for seething and sending an off-balance kick into the wood block.

“Keeps gettin’ fuckin’ stuck.”

“Well, that’ll happen when you swing like a lumberjack.” Carl folded his arms. “Planning a bonfire?”

Daryl averted his eyes, pacing twice in front of the stubborn ax. He almost looked embarrassed that someone had caught him. That thought was beyond confusing to Carl. He had literally watched this man fight a raccoon in hand-to-hand combat and lose before…

“Always heard winters up here were a bitch,” Daryl grumbled. “Don’t wanna waste gas or power on heat when it comes.”

The balmy seventy degrees in the air had Carl lifting an eyebrow.

Daryl didn’t offer any additional explanation, but he looked leery of going at it with the ax again. The way he was holding his wrist, it was still smarting pretty good. Carl sighed and glanced toward the house. He looked back to Daryl.

“Dude, what are you doing?”

“You deaf?” Daryl glared at him. “Just said—“

“I know, but there are about a hundred other things that need doing before we worry about winter.” Carl huffed. “Just seems like this is the chore farthest away from everybody else…”

Daryl’s neck straightened, and he squinted. “You tryin’ to be an asshole today? Because you’re doing a good job—“

“It’s Carol, right?” Carl interrupted. “Who you’re avoiding?”

Whatever Daryl had been about to say, it went mute, and he stared at Carl with his mouth open cartoonishly. He recovered quickly, blinked, and scoffed, going back to the ax.


“Bullshit,” Carl called out. “I’m not asking for the novel here, but that’s it, right? She’s moving on, and you’re—“

“From what?” Daryl tilted his head dangerously. “Moving on from what? Bein’ out there,” he threw a wild gesture to the wall. “Bein’ scared all the time, feelin’ like…”

Carl was unfazed. Daryl could huff and puff all he wanted; he didn’t intimidate Carl like he intimidated the Alexandrians. He wasn’t getting off that easily.

“She’s with Tobin,” Carl said flatly. “I don’t know what kind of ‘with,’ but it’s something.”

“Ain’t nobody’s business,” Daryl grumbled.

“Look, we all get it.” At Daryl’s comically shocked face, Carl smirked. “Dude, everybody in our group has known for a while about…You and Carol are close, at least you were until we got here…”

Daryl pointed toward the town. “She is doing her own thing. She deserves to be happy and for somebody to…to make her happy, and if it’s with him, then fine—“

“But she’s not happy. Of course she deserves to be, but she’s not okay, Daryl.” Carl frowned. “Tobin’s a great guy, but he’s not…”

He let the statement hang, but they both heard what he meant. Tobin wasn’t Daryl. Tobin didn’t know Carol the way Daryl did, know all her feelings and thoughts, couldn’t read her or help her like she needed. Maybe that was why she was getting with him. He was a blank slate, with no history to judge her by.

Daryl looked wrongfooted. “Whatever. Think we missed that window—“

“Fuck that,” Carl snapped hard enough that Daryl stared at him. “Only way that window is ever closed is if one of you is dead. So you can beat up on some wood blocks until you’re blue in the face, but you can’t stand by and do nothing and then get mad that nothing is happening.”

The fight seemed to sizzle out of Daryl, and he visibly deflated a bit.

Their group had never really had to define what Carol and Daryl were to each other. They just…were. None of them had ever anticipated a third party getting between them. The only person who ever attempted was Axel, and none of them had taken that seriously.

Now, there it was, and here they were.

Suddenly the tough, invincible Daryl that Carl had known for the past two years wasn’t so tough and invincible in the face of this. It was weird to see him this way. And again, Carl had watched him fight a raccoon with his bare hands.

“Hey,” he started, more gently than before. “If it means anything, we’ve all been rooting for you since the farm.”

Daryl’s eyes widened, then he snorted and looked away.

Carl relaxed a bit to see his friend finally crack a smirk.

This kind of stuff was scary. Carl was slowly realizing that things like feelings and relationships could be scarier than any walkers or enemies out there. He used to assume that the grown ups at least had their shit together and knew what they were doing. That illusion had been ripped apart pretty quickly after the Turn, but it was still strange to see adults like his mom, his dad, and Daryl struggle in such a relatable way.

Daryl shook his head and spoke to the ground. “Yeah, that helps a little.”

“Got a better idea of how to spend the afternoon than punishing a chopping block,” Carl prompted, nodding toward the stuck ax. “You could teach me to use the crossbow. I think my arms are long enough now.”

Daryl eyed him, snorted, and put his hands on his hips. “Reckon they are, but I’m gonna raincheck that. Gotta go…gonna go…take care of somethin’…”

He made a vague gesture and walked away, toward the front of the house. Carl watched him go, sighed, and eyed the impressive pile of wood, all ready for burning and keeping the harsh New England winter at bay.

…It was July for shit’s sake.