#i hope you are sleeping better now! please take care 🥺❤️

[mmmairon]

Hi mairon! I love the self insert comfort you did it was so cute! Would you be able to make some more? Possibly diluc taking care of someone like the girl you did in the last one — maybe putting them to bed because I’m suffering w my insomnia right now 😅 if you can’t dw!

oh, to be tucked snugly into bed by Diluc Ragnvindr

[the-fiction-witch]

Bump P2

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Adorable + DARK

Requested:  Hello Fiction witch, the new jack Dawkins imagine "Bump" is really good I think some others agree with me that if you could make another one....pleasseeee You are a really good writer and it makes people feel better, warm, and fuzzy. Thank you ❤️ omg I love that It was beautiful, I beg for an equally sweet part 2. It makes me feel all lovely and warm inside your such a good writer, I love all your work. thank you so much for writing these. I love it can you make part two when the baby comes Please Part 2 please 🥺🥺🙏🙏

Warnings: Labour! very very intense descriptions of a very difficult Labour/ Blood / medical tools / improper use of medical equipment / surgery / 1800's doctoring (Which I feel is a category all it's own) / And many other Dark elements!

I pushed my body up hearing my back crack as I stretched, given my body had been shoved into the absolute minimum of the bed. But I didn't want to complain I know she hadn't done it on purpose but she was tired and sore, and just wanted the space in the bed to stretch herself out. 

I rubbed my face a little and grabbed my watch from the side, I needed to get going. I forced myself to get up but I couldn't move as a hand gripped my shirt. I chuckled and Turned seeing her not even awake enough to open her little eyes.

"Don't Go, Jack." She pleaded barely awake, 

"I have to, I have surgery today." I reminded her "I'll be back before you know it," I told her as I stroked her cheek and kissed her closed eyelids and then the tip of her nose. 

She let my shirt go, so I climbed out of bed and got dressed for the day all with her laid sleepily watching me, she stroked her bump almost invitingly like she was trying to make the bed with her and baby look as inviting as possible. 

Which I have to admit was working. 

"I'll be back as soon as Surgery's done," I told her as I headed back to bed as I did up my waistcoat, I knelt my knee on the sheets and kissed her sweet lips "I promise."

"Okay..." She smiled. 

"Take care of little one for me," I told her kissing her bump, 

"I will, Have a nice day Jack." She Yawned almost drifting off to sleep as she said it.

"You too, Love you" I smiled, but before I had even got to the door I heard her little wheezes as she nodded off to sleep again, I chuckled a little "Sleepy Mummy, Well Daddies off to work." I cooed I gave her bump one more kiss before heading downstairs, grabbing some toast from the kitchen, "Elis?"

"Yes, Doctor Dawkins!" She jumped as she came back in from pegging the laundry out,

"Keep an eye on her for me?"

"Course Sir," She nodded. 

I took my toast and my bag, left the house and headed off to the hospital in the dim morning light, but the moment I got there chaos ensued. Not sure why it surprised me as Chaos almost always did occur. 

There had been a bar fight with some group of sailors arguing with another group and before anyone knew where they were we had a hospital full of black eyes, broken noses, and god only knows what kinda damage. Sneed was pouting as usual barely actually helping at all, and Prof was drunk off his arse held up in his office to keep him from causing even more problems. I rushed around like a man possessed every time I glanced at the clock the day had disappeared some more. In the few free moments, my mind had as I wrapped bandages and went from place to place I thought of y/n. Of course, I did.

I hoped she was keeping herself well, even if every day I left her I was fearful given the state of her pregnancy, the baby would be along any day now and her stomach had even dropped so I knew it wouldn't be long. 

By the time I actually got to surgery, you know the ONE thing I was coming into work to do today! was finally set up and organized I was already tired, so I just wanted to get this over and done with so I could head home and crawl into bed. 

But... Things became difficult quickly, I hate when Surgery doesn't go to plan. And Just as it got worse the doors opened.

"Alright, The Surgeon is here!" Prof slurred as he came though still not sobered up,

"Sir I-"

"Dawkins, Leave this in the hands of the professional,"

"....Yes sir." I sighed moving away and handing him the knife, I didn't want to but I knew if I didn't he'd call me insulant and I'd be out of a job. I moved back but still did my best to direct him in the right way given he could barely even hold the blade straight "Sir? SIR!" I had to bolt across the table, pushed him out of the way and try to fix his drunken mistake, I rushed around as quickly as I could to try and fix this and keep him alive, I managed to stabilize him and get him half sewn up before he gave up from shock- "Fuck-" I sighed throwing my knife on the table running a hand through my hair tried to clean the tone of blood on my hands. 

I was angry, frustrated, exhausted, but... at least it's over.

"Dr Dawkins?" A voice spoke up,

Ohh god no what now! I turned on my heels and immediately panicked.

"Elis?"

"I-It's-" she began nervously blood across her hands and apron, 

"Y/n?!" I yelled and she nodded,

 I didn't even hesitate, Grabbed my bag and my tools matching out like I was on Military order, 

"Dawkins? Where do you think you going?" Sneed cornered me in the main entrance hall, and he forced me to stop and blocked my exit with his smug grin, his arms behind his back as he leant forward he does in that arrogant way so he could talk down to me like I was a child, "You still have patients to see to on the ward." 

I wanted to deck him for preventing my leaving, but I did my best to be elegant "Dr Sneed, With all due respect, I have been working since four O'clock this morning, I have seen every one of MY patients on that ward, So I'm asking you if you'd wind awfully sodding off out of my bloody way."

"Get back on that ward. Or I'll have you thrown there."

"My wife. is in labour. MOVE!" 

"You mean your whore?" He smirked 

I didn't hesitate I decked him as hard as I could and left, I didn't care what trouble I'd be in I wasn't going to allow him to keep me there. Elis Took my things and I bolted home as fast as I possibly could, my body tried, beyond exhausted but fueled by the pure need to see her. 

I pushed open the door as it had been left unlocked and bolted up to the bedroom.

I could hear her screams before I even opened the door. 

Everything was the same as I left it, but the fire was smothered by the pile of tissues, rags and such like. The metallic twang of blood in the air was so much you could almost taste it. And the most horrific sight that could be imagined. 

Y/n lay on her back in the bed, her body twisting, and squirming, her nightie around her hips, the white cotton flooded heavy with her blood, the bedsheets coated with it almost directly from her as if some hellish blood-soaked monster had crawled out of her, A damp rag beside her that Elis had clearly made up with lavender to soak on her head but it was a little late for that. Her head would throw back as she screamed. I found the sound... so utterly chilling that I froze up. 

It took me two years to grow accustomed to the sight of blood without growing wozy, even longer to feel comfortable, cutting limbs, and organs apart. But still, even now, the screaming is a sound that rattles my bones. It's a sound no doctor can unhear, the sound of unrelenting pain. I found Labor screaming was always the worst, as it is endless and unforgiving, and there is so little you can do as a doctor to help other than hold their hand and let them suffer. 

Even worse so... Given, That's Y/n. My Y/n. 

I had never heard her scream with such agony in her voice. Tears streaming down her face. Her body contorted as it had no other outfit for this level of pain. 

I forced myself out of my state and rushed to her side holding her hand "I'm here! I'm here! You're gonna be okay." I muttered half to myself if I'm honest, quickly checking her over to see what state she was in "Alright, Yep this is... definitely labour."

"Thank you, Jack, I hadn't figured that OUT!" She yelled 

"Contractuions when did they start?"

"About six this morning" She whined

"Six! this morning! and only NOW did someone TELL ME!" 

"You were busy," She said, 

"How bad were they at six?"

"Small, got worse. and worse and now where - AHHHHHYHHHHHH!" She screamed as another contraction ripped through her, 

"Okay... just let me know when the next one is?" I told her as I opened my watch and counted the seconds between her contractions "Oooohhhh okay! That is uhhh" I nodded, I quickly moved to the end of the bed holding her nightie "Is it uhh it okay if I?"

"Go for it, You put the damn thing in there,"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her sarcastic tone even though her contractions, and I checked how dilated she was, and... uhhh she wasn't. "Uhhhhh..."

"Uhh? I don't like Uhh Jack!" She snapped,

"You're not dilated... You've been having early labour contractions for a minimum of twelve hours why the bloody hell are you not dilated?" I asked as I tried very hard not to panic, 

"I don't know! ASK MY VARGINA!" She screamed 

Finally, Elis arrived with my tools so I could get to work making sure things went as smoothly as they could do but the blood was still troubling me, Until I realized 

"Then what's all the- Oh no,"

"You know you have a terrible bedside manner doctor. oddly enough, Oh no! is not something a pregnant lady wants to hear!"

"The blood is your mucus Plug."

"My what!"

"Muscas plug the... Plug, the stopper in the sink that is your womb, it's out, that's all the blood, which means... it's broken." I explained, "How long ago did you start bleeding?"

"Not long ago, I saw blood and told Elis to get you." 

"If you're not dilated then baby is going to try and force its way out of you... as it is. without your hips being wide enough for the head."

"English!"

"Meaning... either it's going to tear you apart... Or it's head is going to get stuck."

"OHhh fan FUCKING tastic!" 

"I can give you an injection, it might make it hurt more but it should force your body to realize there's a baby trying to get out of it and uhh open the doors as it were." I explained quickly giving her it but it only made her scream louder "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I muttered knowing what I was doing to her, and understanding the horrific pain I was putting her through but I held her hand every second I didn't need it, even if admittedly my hand was numb and her nails had drawn blood at some points. 

"Jack... I'm scared." Her voice was weak, tearful, as if on the brink of death,

"You're going to be okay. I promise you. I know it hurts. I know it's scary. but this.. this is everything you have ever been made to do, your body is made for this, and all of it will be worth it when you hold our baby in your arms," I told her giving her a sweet kiss,

"It's not made to do it comfortably..." She cried "Jack... Please I don't wanna die."

"You're not going to die," I told her almost ordering her as if I was willing her, to force her to stay alive. "I promise it's going to be okay" I told her trying to make sure things moved as they should "I know its hard, this is your first it's not going to be easy, Baby number three, four and five will just glide on out" I joked but the look on her face... that was a badly timed joke. 

"I am never. letting you sleep with me again!" She screamed, She's just kidding... I hope. 

 "Think about it, you have an advantage over most ladies,"

"And what's that?"

"You married a doctor" I winked "Okay, there we go your dilating now. it shouldn't be too long but as soon as that baby starts moving we are going to have to act fast,"

"It's already moving."

"What?"

She grabbed my shirt "I can feel it moving. like a snake under my skin. this baby is coming!" She yelled in my face 

"Your water hasn't broken yet it can't be- and it should have especially if your mucus plug is gone the water has no protection it would burst on your cervix at least," I told her trying to keep her calm, but she was right, this baby was coming, she wasn't dilated enough yet, and the water hadn't broke. I Knew every second risked our baby and Y/n... I knew the other option. And so did she. 

"Jack. Get. It. Out. of. Me."

"Y/n I can't-"

"You're a surgeon. if anyone can you can." 

"Y/n I can't."

"Jack... Please. I love you. I trust you more than anyone. Please... Make it stop." 

"No woman has ever survived a Ceaseron section. The shock alone would will you. if it doesn't me moving your organs around will. Or the blood loss. or me cutting through something important. Or infection!" I explained "...You can't ask me, you cut you open knowing I'll kill you."

"Even if it saves the baby?" She cried, 

"Do not make me choose between you," I begged her,

"Then I'll decide." She snapped "Save him Jack. Please."

"You cannot ask this of me-" I cried 

"Please... Or both of us will die." 

"...will you give me time? one hour. If I can't feel the baby's head by then... I'll do it. Will you Give me one hour!?" 

"One. But I don't know how much more I can take." 

I kissed her with as much love and passion as I could before I got what I needed from my bag, the tool wasn't meant for this, but... rumour had spiralled that it could be used for such things, I had never tested to know for sure... I didn't imagine I'd be testing on my own wife.  

"This... is gonna hurt," I told her and she nodded so I did my best to be careful holding her leg to comfort her as I needed them close by and her hand was too far, as I used the tool as gently as I could, to forceably break her water. 

The moment I did fluid began to replace blood, and her screams intensified but her body almost knew now what it had to do. Her body knew it had no choice. and was fueled by the natural female power to bring life into the world. 

"Perfect. Perfect. you're doing so good." I told her holding her hand in both of mine even if we were both coated in blood, I walked her through her breathing and soon enough she needed to really push, so I directed her as best I could through her tired screams and tears, I did TRY and help her breath... honestly I also forgot at times. 

Soon enough it became time, I called Eli in as a standby nurse, and I made sure to open Y/n's legs as much as possible, "Comfy? Or do you want another position?"

"He went in like that. He can come out like that" She joked between her gasps 

"Okay... be ready, this all happens a bit fast," I told Elis and she nodded so I turned to Y/n "Y/n... I am, so so sorry for what is about to happen to you. I am going to be honest with you, this is going to be .... the worst pain of your whole life But I will do what I can to make it as quick and painless as possible, I'm here and I love you." I told her giving her a sweet kiss and stroking her cheek "And Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I promise." I told her before I checked her again and it was time, "You're favourite memory, take yourself there now." I told her just as it began. 

Her screams blood-curdling, her body trying to fight itself, tears streaming down her cheeks, that sound, that image, would haunt my nightmares. 

And... I may be a surgeon, But still. 

Nothing quite prepares you for the sight of your wife... as your child's head leaves her body slowly stretching the skin as it forces its way out. 

I walked her through her slow breaths making sure she didn't push and rip everything apart, until finally he was out, and quickly I made Elis pick him up and wrap him warmly. and by some luck almost immediately she delivered her placenta almost as if it was literally pushed behind him, 

"It's done. It's done it's over. it's all over." I told her unable to control my tears as I gave her kisses "It's all over, you did so brilliantly my darling," I smiled making sure the cord was cut and she was set to begin to heal,

"It's over?" she asked understandably very weak,

"It's over. It's all over. you just rest" I cooed "Get your breath back and relax."

"What is it?" She gasped

"A boy Ma'am" Elis Said 

"A boy, we have a little boy" I smiled almost in disbelief unable to stop kissing her "I am... So immensely proud of you, I didn't think I could love you anymore but you have proven me wrong."

"Uhh Doctor..." Elis Spoke up and there was fear in her voice, 

I quickly moved and she handed him to me as he was wrapped up tight in his blanket.

Not moving. Not breathing. 

I did my best not to panic I didn't want to alarm y/n, but panic rushed through me, tears streaming down my face.

"No, No, please... Please, come on little guy, come on, please, Please, Wake up. Wake up. Come on little guy please." I muttered trying everything I could in utter desperation "Please.... Please....Please..." I begged 

and by the grace of god! 

He coughed spluttered and began to cry wiggling his little arms.

I felt, so unexplainable. 

I was proud, joyful, nervous, fearful, on the verge of both passing out, and of tears.

For a moment I held him in my arms by the fire, cradling him in his blanket as he cried freshly meeting the world, and it was as if He and I. Had a moment. Where we are all that exists. 

My son, My sweet beautiful son. 

"Is he okay?" Y/n woke me from this trance having managed to sit up now, she was clearly exhausted I'm sure I'll never be able to comprehend such exhaustion, but with her sly wicked smile almost... Jealous, but joyous all the same. 

I went over being as careful as I could sitting on the bed with her and handing him over to her. 

Her face was an utter picture, she glowed with a sweetness I had only seen briefly, her smile so wide, as she held our baby to her chest, he rested on her bare skin and almost went to sleep so content to be in the arms of his mother. 

"He's perfect."

"Ummm," she smiled pulling me closer so I could cuddle her as she cuddled him her head on my shoulder 

"So, how was labour?"

"Ummm what labour," she giggled 

I smiled and kissed her head "I don't think I've ever been so happy."

"Me either Jack" she smiled "You think of a name?"

"I can choose!?" 

"Mhm, Our first little boy, you can choose."

Honestly, I hadn't much thought about it, I ran through names in my mind trying to think of something that had meaning, but dignity, but found very little. But... I thought of one name. And I knew it had to be him.

"Sebastian." 

"Sebastian," She smiled "It's lovely, Why?"

"... Captain Sebastian Grimm, He's the one who got me out of prison. took me away on a ship. Liked my quick fingers, made me... what I am. I'd still be rotting in a cell if it wasn't for him. Without him... I'd have never even met you." 

She smiled and kissed my cheek "Then it's settled. Sebastian Dawkins." 

"Sebastian Dawkins," I smiled playing with his little fingers and kissing his sweet head. 

[shiftingparadise]

Hi, I fell sick. Can I have just one warm cup of soft spot, please? 🥺 No fic has ever been this comforting to me so I would not confine you to a sick reader theme. You can make it as self- indulgent as you prefer, I'd love it anyway. ❤️

Hi sweetie, I'm so sorry you're sick. I hope you get better soon 🥺🤍 Hopefully, you like what I did with it. Thanks for your kind words and get better soon 🤍✨

Word count: 2968

Warnings: the end is smutty

“Why are you cooking?”, you ignored the cold tiles underneath your bare feet as you got closer, “You never cook”. “Darling, we’ve discussed this”. “Right”, you rolled your eyes, “Don’t worry. I’ll make my own dinner”.  

“Not necessary. You’ll be sleeping in a hotel with Fei tonight. He made a reservation at his favorite restaurant around 8”. 

“What?”, your eyes went round in surprise. 

“What’s wrong?”, Chrollo looked over his shoulder, only to see glossy eyes staring back at him. “Darling?”, he laid down his knife as he walked toward you. 

“Y-you’re having a girl over when I’m not here?”. “So?”, he frowned, “You’ll be having a good time with Fei”. 

Why did your legs start to shake? 

“I’m staying”, your heart raced at your bold response. 

“Excuse me?”, he chuckled, “That’s not your decision darling”. “It is!”, you took a step backward, “How can you invite a girl over when I’m not here?”. “She’ll be gone by the end of the night”, a smirk on his face, “Anyway, I can’t have you here. You know how your safety is everything to me”. 

“What did you do for her to agree to come here? Sleep with her? Is that what you want to do tonight?”. 

What was this pressure on your chest? 

“Darling, don’t take it too far”. 

You already did, didn’t you? 

“I’m staying”. “You’re not”. “I am!”, you raised your voice at how powerless you felt. 

“Don’t yell at me”, a cold look in his eyes, “Don’t raise your voice at me”. “Fuck you”, a shallow whisper that changed everything. 

Fuming. Chrollo was more than just mad, you could see it in the way his knuckles went white, in the way he didn’t wipe your tears from your cheeks. You went too far, as always. 

“I don’t care that you’re jealous, Y/N”, his brows pulled together, a painfully distant look in his eyes. 

Your name. You can’t remember the last time he used it. 

“But I don’t care for your arrogance. Have I ever acted like this? Have I ever screamed at you for picking Feitan over me? For loving Feitan instead of me?”. 

Right. You hurt him more than once by now. 

“She’s only coming here, so I can steal her nen-ability to save you. I’m doing this for you, and you’re acting like a brat. I even booked a hotel for the two of you, with a nice spa, a nice restaurant, and you’re acting like this? As if I don’t treat you right? As if I would choose anyone above you?”. 

“C-chrollo-“, “I don’t want to hear it. Just get your stuff and leave. Fei’s on his way to pick you up”. “Chrollo wait-“.

Something wasn’t right. It felt as if the surrounding air was suffocating you, as if the walls were closing in. 

“Y/N?”, his anger turned into worry, “W-wait-“. 

Why did he seem so far away? 

“C-chrollo?”, a fragile whisper as you noticed the drops of blood on the ground, “I-I don’t feel well-“. 

Without any warning, you could feel the soft, and warm embrace of comforting darkness. 

“Y/N? Wake up”, a distant voice in the darkness, “Fuck! Feitan!”. 

Tired. You were too tired to respond, so you did what felt right. You let the darkness consume you, embrace you, and cradle you into a deep sleep. 

---

“Chrollo?”, a raspy whisper as you tried to sit up straight, “S-shit”. 

Your hand immediately tried to stop the throbbing sensation inside your head. 

“Darling?”, “Y/N?”. 

Two familiar voices greeted your ears. 

“W-what happened?”. “You fainted”, Chrollo’s eyes darker than usual. “Don’t worry”, Feitan responded, “A doctor checked on you, said you were emotionally exhausted. It’s probably because of everything that happened”. 

Right. You did get a good scare when Hisoka kidnapped you. 

“I’m sorry, darling, I shouldn’t have yelled at you”. “It doesn’t matter now”, Feitan coldly added, “How are you feeling?”. 

A warm feeling rushed over you as Feitan lifted the sheets, eagerly crawling into bed with you. 

“Fine”, you let out a shaky sigh as he pulled you closer. “C-chrollo?”, you looked across the room when he didn’t do the same. 

“W-where’s Chrollo?”, your eyes darted towards the door. “He left a minute ago”, Feitan tightened his grip around you. “W-why? Where did he go?”. “Get some rest”, Feitan brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, “Doctor said you needed to”. 

---

“Fei? Where’s Chrollo? I haven’t seen him since yesterday”, you wanted to get out of bed as you saw him enter, but your body wouldn’t allow it. “Shit”, Feitan sighed as he caught you just in time, “Stay in bed, please. Can’t stand to see you like this”. 

“Where’s Chrollo?”, you whispered, eyes glossy. “Out”, Feitan softly replied, “Don’t worry-“. “What are you hiding from me? Where’s Chrollo? I want to call him, give me your phone, Fei!”. “Calm down”, Feitan pulled you close to him when he noticed your breathing got faster. “N-no, I’m serious, Fei! Give me your phone!”. “Y/N, calm down-“. 

Why was he acting like this? Why couldn’t you call Chrollo? 

“Give me the fucking phone Feitan!”, “I don’t know where he is”. 

“W-what?”, you widened your eyes, “Y-you-“. “He left the morning you woke up, and I haven’t seen or heard of him since”. “W-why didn’t you tell me? What if something happened?”. 

“I didn’t want you to worry.  You already collapsed because we couldn’t-“. “Is that what this is about?”, you chuckled, tears streaming down your cheek, “That’s why he left, right? He felt guilty because we were fighting when I-“. 

“Enough”, Feitan raised his hand, “You need to rest”. “N-no, I-I need to find him. I need to tell him that this isn’t his fault”. 

“Y/N-“. 

You paused as you felt his touch on your shoulder blade. It never felt so gentle, so soft.

“Please, get some rest. I’m worried about you. I’m sure he’ll be back in a couple of days”. “R-right”, you reluctantly laid back down, “Sorry Fei”. “Don’t worry”, he softly covered your body with the warm sheets, “Get some rest, okay?”. 

--- 

How long had it been since the last time you saw Chrollo? Five days?

“Eat”, Feitan supported your back as he held the plate of food in front of you, “You have to eat”. “I-I’m not hungry”, dark circles underneath your eyes. “Don’t make me force you”.

 His normally cold and distant expression disappeared over the past few days. Feitan’s eyes were filled with worry, and you couldn’t blame him. 

“H-huh?”, you widened your eyes as you heard the front door open. “C-chrollo?”, you whispered, immediately getting out of bed. 

“Y/N, wait-“. 

You ignored Feitan as you rushed downstairs, not caring how weak and sick you felt. 

“C-chrollo?”, you froze as you saw him. He looked tired, even sad. 

“You shouldn’t be out of bed”, he softly replied. 

“Where were you?”, Feitan’s cold voice filled the room, along with a sudden tension. 

“Out”. 

“Out?”, you chuckled, legs already shaking, “We’ve been worried sick about you-“. “Y/N-”, Feitan’s arms wrapped around you as you felt your legs give up underneath you. 

Chrollo didn’t look at you. He just kept staring at the ground, his hands in his pockets. 

“Let’s get you back in bed, okay?”, Feitan easily picked you up, “I’m sure boss has a good explanation”. 

“W-wait-”. “Feitan’s right”, Chrollo coldly replied, “You should get back into bed”. 

--- 

“Hm?”, you tiredly rubbed your eyes as you could hear voices coming from downstairs. 

You softly got out of bed, making your way toward the kitchen. 

“What did you want me to do, Fei? Tell her? Is that what you want me to do? I’ve searched, day and night. The girl was my last option, and I can’t find her anymore”. “Do something! Do anything!”, Feitan raised his voice, something he rarely did. “I’m trying! Every single one of the Spiders is looking to save her!”. 

“Save who?”, you softly whispered as you saw the desperation in their eyes. “Darling”, Chrollo faked a smile, “It’s nothing, why don’t you go back to bed?”. “W-who?”, you looked at Feitan, whose eyes were fixed on the ground. 

Feitan couldn’t lie. He never could. 

“Am I sick?”, you wrapped your arm around your stomach as you felt a sharp pain, “Fei?”. “Come here”, Chrollo placed a kiss on your cheek, “No one’s sick. Let’s watch something, here”. 

You kept your eyes glued onto Feitan as Chrollo picked you up and placed you on the couch in the living room. The way his eyes were studying the floor as he followed behind Chrollo worried you.

“Chrollo?”, you pulled your knees to your chest as he placed a blanket on top of you, “Be honest with me, please”. 

Tears? Why were there tears in his eyes? 

You desperately searched for his eyes as he turned his head to the side, “Fei? Can one of you be honest with me?”. 

“Tell her”, Feitan turned his back as he headed to his basement. 

He left because he couldn’t deal with this. Even though it seemed as if he lacked empathy most of the time, you knew he felt too much for you. 

“What? Tell me what, Chrollo?”. “Hisoka hired someone to poison you. It’s done with nen, so there isn’t an antidote to it. I’ve been searching for someone with a purifying nen-ability, but there aren’t many. When I found someone, I ordered Machi and Pakunoda to watch her, but it seems she disappeared in thin air”. 

“W-what poison? What will happen to me?”. 

Is that why you felt so weak?

“Nothing because we’ll find someone”. “Y-you just said you couldn’t-“, “Then I’ll find whoever did this and kill them”. 

But that’s not how it worked. It didn’t matter how much Chrollo wanted to find someone to heal you or save you. If he failed, you’d die. It was the painfully simple truth. 

“I know”, you convinced yourself to trust him, to trust Feitan. 

--- 

“She won’t make it to the end of the week”, Feitan gritted his teeth, your cold hand in his. “We’ll find someone. I trust my Spiders”, Chrollo’s lips brushed against the palm of his hands, his eyes fixed on your gray skin. “I’m going to look for that clown, like you should’ve”. “You don’t think I did?”, Chrollo followed Feitan’s every move, “You don’t think I looked for whoever did this?”. 

“Tsk”, Feitan narrowed his eyes, “How can you be this calm?”. “I trust them”, he gently stroked your cheek, “They’ll find someone”. 

--- 

It felt peaceful. The cool breeze of a summer night, the dim light of the moon shining on your sheets. You felt sick, weak, and starved, but you felt at peace, nonetheless. If this was the night you were going to leave this world, you’d be at peace. 

‘Why are you here?”, Chrollo kept his eyes fixed on you. “Oh? Where’s Feitan?”, a calculated voice coming from the door behind him. 

“Why are you here?”, Chrollo calmly repeated himself, but the fire in his heart grew bigger by the second. 

“Hm”, shallow steps grew closer, your sight too blurry to see who. “One step closer, and I’ll kill you”, Chrollo’s dark eyes followed the figure. “What if I told you I can save her? The poor girl must feel very ill-“. 

“Why are you here, Illumi?”, Chrollo slowly stood up, now acting as a wall between you and the assassin. 

“I know someone who can save her”. “What do you want in return?”, Chrollo wasn’t stupid, he knew how these things worked. 

An eye for an eye. 

“I want two things”, he almost robotically raised two fingers in the air. 

“Name them”. 

“I want to become a Spider and I want you to keep an eye on my little brother. It seems he let his feelings get in the way, and I’m worried about his safety”. 

“Whatever”, Chrollo turned his back towards Illumi, “Just save her”. 

You could hear the conversation play like a broken record in the back of your mind, but you couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried, take part. 

--- 

“There’s my darling”, Chrollo happily smiled as you woke up, “The Sleeping Beauty is finally awake after three days”. “T-three days?”, you looked across the room, unsure if this was real or another feverish dream. “It’s fine. We’re both here”, Chrollo brushed through your hair, “Fei? She’s awake”. 

“I heard”, Feitan lazily leaned against the doorframe, his hair still wet from the shower. 

You felt weak, but your heart already skipped a beat when you saw how handsome he looked without a shirt and his hair still wet.  

“Let’s go to the bathroom, shall we?”, Chrollo carefully picked you up, “A warm bath will make you feel better”. 

“W-what happened?”, you buried your head into the crook of his neck. “We found someone”, Chrollo tightened his grip, “You’re fine now”. 

You smiled as the warm water greeted your cold skin. For the past few weeks, you felt so cold, no matter how many blankets you wrapped around you, no matter how many hot showers you took… 

 “Here”, Feitan sat down on the edge of the tub, “Take these”. “W-what’s this?”, you frowned at the colorful pills in his hand. “Vitamins”, he gently grabbed your jaw, “Open”. “F-fei”, you tried to resist, but his grip only tightened. “Not playing games”, his expression never so serious, “Open”. 

You reluctantly opened your mouth. Ignoring the foul taste of the pills. 

“Drink”, he picked up a glass of water before placing it against your lips. “T-thanks”, you gently wiped your mouth. “You’ll be taking them every morning from now on”, Feitan stood back up, “Whether you like it or not”. 

It was sweet. The way he showed his concern, or rather how he tried to hide it. 

“Be nice to her, Fei”, Chrollo smirked, “Our darling needs to be taken care of”. 

--- 

“Chrollo, Fei”, you rushed down the stairs, “Look!”. 

God, you were stunning. 

“Careful”, Chrollo softly cleared his throat as he saw you running down the stairs, “Don’t want you to fall. 

It’s been a few weeks, but you finally felt like yourself again. 

“So? What do you think?”, you happily turned around, your dress flowing through the air. 

“You look divine”, Chrollo placed a soft kiss on your temple as he grabbed your hand. “Hm”, Feitan added coldly, his hands in his pocket but his eyes glued on you, “Let’s go, driver’s waiting”. 

Relief flooded over you as you tasted the fresh air of the night. It’s been so long since you got to do this. Since you had the energy to do this. 

“So, where are we going?”, you smiled as you laid your head on Feitan’s shoulder, your hand intertwined with Chrollo’s. 

You loved this. Sitting between them, both of their body’s touching yours. 

“Booked a nice suite for us”, Chrollo’s thumb started drawing circles on your hand, “And I may have asked the Spiders to join us for dinner. Since you’re dying to get to know them-“. “Y-you did? Am I finally going to meet them? All of them? Not only Shalnark and the girls?”. “All of them”, Chrollo chuckled. “They’re idiots, can’t see why you’re so eager to meet them”, Feitan sighed in response. 

--- 

“W-wait”, you tried to push Chrollo away from you as you saw Feitan unbuttoning his shirt. “Why?”, Chrollo kept placing sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone, “I’ve waited the entire night for this”. “I w-want Fei to watch”, you arched your back, hands tugging at Chrollo’s dark hair. 

“What?”, Feitan widened his eyes, his jaw clenching in disagreement. 

“You heard her, little Fei”.

You knew Chrollo was going to enjoy this. The only reason you did this was for him. You wanted to show him you loved him just as much as you loved Feitan. 

“Tsk”, Feitan angrily threw his shirt onto the floor before sitting down on the couch, “I don’t care how tired you are, he’s watching after he’s done with you”. 

“What’s wrong? Jealous?”, Chrollo smirked at his friend as he slowly crawled on top of you. 

You gently unbuttoned his shirt as he kissed you. Chrollo was always the one who kissed you as if you were made out of glass, unlike Feitan, who often left your lips bruised. 

“Ready?”, Chrollo asked once his pants were thrown onto the ground, your dress lazily pulled up to your stomach. “Hm”, you shyly nodded. 

You always loved this. The way he asked if you were ready. 

“S-shit’, nails dragging across his back, trying to pull him closer. “Easy darling”, Chrollo chuckled, “Be a good girl and look at Fei, want you to see how jealous he is of me right now”. 

You smiled as you looked at the dark-haired figure in the chair. The thought that Feitan was watching how Chrollo thrust in and out of you drove you crazy. 

“Tell him how I make you feel”, Chrollo softly bit  your neck, “Tell him how you’re clenching around me because he’s watching”. 

“H-he’s fucking me so good, Fei. I-I-“. 

“Enough”, Feitan stood up from the chair, “I’ll watch him fuck you while I stuff that bratty mouth of yours”. 

“You wanted this”, you smirked at Chrollo as Feitan took off his pants. “Little Fei was getting impatient”, he sweetly kissed you, “I’ll take you for myself once we're back home. One night, just the two of us”. 

“I love you”, you softly whispered in his ear, arms wrapped around his neck, “I’m sorry I didn’t show it before”. 

It hurt to see the disbelief in Chrollo’s eyes. You didn’t realize how your attention was fully devoted to Feitan because Chrollo was often gone.

“Enough of the sweet talk”, Feitan grabbed your jaw, “Open. I’ve waited long enough, darling”. 

[fanyyy444]

What’s Namjoon like as a boyfriend?

What's Namjoon Like As A Boyfriend?💗

8 of Pentacles, Ace of Swords, 9 of Wands, 3 of Wands, 6 of Pentacles, The Death, The Lovers, King of Wands, 4 of Swords.

He would make a lot of effort to spend more time with his girlfriend than just working. He would try to put work aside for a while to spend time with his girlfriend most. He would be very dedicated to the relationship.

They would definitely do creative things together, also Namjoon would probably write songs for/about his person. They would go to artsy places together(I don't know how to say this lol), like art Museums. They would go to the beach together, to restaurants. Also they would have a romantic dinner often. They would go to concerts together, etc.

He cares a lot about his girlfriend, he cares a lot about her and her well-being, her health, etc. If she's feeling comfortable, etc.

He is the type of boyfriend who doesn't just want to exchange kisses and caresses, he also seeks spiritual evolution and growth. He would like to have a soul connection with someone if he could(Soulmates). He wants someone who really understands him.

He would be very generous and kind to his girlfriend, definitely would buy things for her, even if she keeps saying that she's gonna buy it herself, he would do anything to buy it for her himself lol, so cute🩷 He would help her and give her her personal space when she needs it.

(01:01 now)

He's the type who wants to change your life forever, be the best boyfriend you've ever had, an unforgettable memory of yours, he wants to be one of the most important people in your life even if you two break up. A unforgettable person.

He is a very very passionate and romantic boyfriend, who really cares for you and your well-being, who wants only the best for you, who would love you unconditionally.

Lol sugar daddy vibes, he would give you lots of money🤭💸💸

Him and his girlfriend would do romantic things together often, Namjoon would find a way to make even the simplest thing very romantic just to make you happy and feel loved❤️

He would give his girlfriend all the attention of the world, he would have eyes only for her lol.

Extra note: They would cuddle a lot lol, spend time together in bed, sleep together, he would hug you like every time he gets a chance to do it. Also they would listen to music together hugging each other lying in bed*

That's it, hope you enjoyed🫶🏻🩷

Please take it as entertainment only, do not take it too seriously please please, and remember that each reader has their own way of reading and interpreting tarot cards, and that it cannot be 100% accurate.

Thank you so much for your asks💗 I have a lot of asks in my inbox to reply, I'm sorry :c

I will reply to them later..🥰

This reading was so cute by the way🥺💗 Joonnie is such a sweetheart, a littlest little baby🤧❤️ Sweet honey boy❣️

The first time I tried to do this reading, Namjoon didn't wanted to talk, he was a little closed off, but now he seemed better and wanted to talk🫶🏻 We love you Joon💜

I love you all❤️

[iu-jjang]

[FANCAFE] 23.09.18 IU replies to uaena’s comments on her fancafe (Part 2)

IU replying to herself:

I should leave this here!! (insert selca from Woori Bank Festival)

Uaena: I saved a lot of Jieun unnie photos today, so my memory is full now ㅠㅠ I should delete a few photos. Should I delete my photos or Jieun unnie’s photos? 🙄

IU: Please delete my photos. New photos will come soon.

Uaena: As 15 years have passed, it’s like the time of being an old fans is being forgotten. It feels weird. But that also means how amazing the present IU is now. Congratulations for your 15th year. ^^

IU: No way … Reuters-nim (*uaena’s nickname on fancafe) is a legend..

Uaena: Do you think chocolate conch bread is a savory bread? These days I live my live enjoying this chocolate conch read. Sorry my blood vessels..

IU: Chocolate conch bread can’t be considered as savory bread at any standard. It’s a sweet bread.

Uaena: It’s less than a week now. Please say something to Uaena who are waiting for the fan concert!!!

IU: You can’t like fan concert better than concert!!

Uaena: Is there any tips for sleeping well regularly?

IU: Stay awake and don’t sleep for 3 days..?

Uaena: Unnie!! Did you sleep well? I’m going to work now. Since today is our day, although you are busy, I hope you become the happiest person today🫶

IU: Fighting for today!!!!!🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥❤️

Uaena: Unnie, I love you🥲🩵 Have you had your breakfast? Please have a good day today🩵

IU: I ate Gimbab* .. but it’s a carrot kimbab without ham.. Wow, it crossed the line..

(TL note: a Korean dish made from cooked rice, vegetables, fish, and meat rolled in gim—dried sheets of seaweed—and served in bite-sized slices)

Uaena: Jieun Unnie!! Did you have your breakfast? Please recommend a lunch menu for today!!! Fighting for today 🫶💗

IU: Kimchi fried rice!!! With a fried egg on it 😝😝

Uaena: We are uaena couple who will get married next month. Thank you for congratulating us during Dream stage greeting the last time! Thank you for being friends of Uaena for 15 years! Please get along well in the future too🙋

IU: Congratulations congrats congrats❤️❤️❤️❤️ How about using “You & I” as your wedding march postlude when both of you walking down the aisle? Kekeke bbambbabababbam~~ bbabba~~~ (*imitating the instruments of You & I)

Uaena: Are you going on a world tour this year?🐥 (*written in English)

IU: No this year but, YES TOUR (*written in English)

Uaena: Unnie how can you be so playful, funny and cute??😚 Are you practicing at home??

IU: There’s a separate schedules for practicing being playful and funny 🥴😘

Uaena: Jieun unnie! Do you always have your breakfast??

IU: Yes! I must have my breakfast!

Uaena: Unnie, you said not to be roasted by the sun,,,,, but I was totally roasted yesterday. How do you take care of your skin when you get sunburnt?

IU: Just apply lots of moisturising cream and then wait until winter 🥲………

Uaena: How is the weather like where unnie is at today!?!? Isn’t it hot..? 🥺🥺🥺🥺⭐️🍀

IU: The sun keeps appearing and disappearing🥲 Stay still!!ㅠㅠ

Uaena: Unnie, I bought the book ‘The Brothers Karamozov’ intending to read it, but starting from their names, it’s very difficult and I’m finding it hard to immerse myself in it.. Do you have a method to read it more easily?

IU: Only the names of the characters in Karamozov are difficult, the content is really interesting.

Uaena: I’m curious whether unnie has eaten tanghulu!!!!! (TL note: Northern Chinese snack of rock sugar-coated fruits) If you have, do you like it?

IU: When I was touring a few years ago, I had it in.. was it Taiwan? at a night market. It’s become a trend here lately, but I haven’t had it yet! It’s been such a long time since I had it that I can’t remember..🥲

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Translated by IUteamstarcandy with love

[holdmytesseract]

Of Ponchos and Love Confessions

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Request: "hello!! i was wondering if you’d write something for daryl where theyre at alexandria, like close to when they first get there, and reader use to really be into crafts before the world ended and they find crochet stuff and make daryl a new poncho since he lost his at terminus. maybe they’re not together yet and someone points out to daryl how much reader goes out of their way for him and a craft like that takes a lot of time (i made one and it took about a week working most the days uninterrupted) and maybe he does something back or they confess somehow, im not sure but thank you so much if you write it and if you don’t, don’t worry. just take care of yourself, remember to drink water and take breaks ❤️" - Requested by a nonny! 😁

Summary: You have been friends with Daryl from the very start. Now that your group had found Alexandria, after being on the road for quite a long time, you decided to make Daryl a new poncho, since he lost his at Terminus. Little did you know, that this poncho and a small push from a friend was enough to make him realise the feelings he harboured for you…

Warnings: uhh fluff!

Word Count: 2,8k (whoops...)

a/n: Dear nonny, thank you SO much for requesting this! It's the only Daryl request I got - and I absolutely LOVE it! When I reopen my requests again in near future, PLEASE feel free to send me more requests for him. I love him and writing for him! 🥺 Hence, I had so much fun writing this! I hope that you like it too! I hope it's like you imagined this to be! And thank you for your kind words! ❤ Make sure to take care of yourself as well! ❤

Masterlist

A true, honest and happy smile spread on your lips, as you witnessed the sun rising above you and Alexandria. You had been on guard duty since a few hours. Witnessing the sunrise had always been a highlight for you. After all, you never knew if you'd see the next day. Not since the world had turned into a death trap. Witnessing the sunrise in a safe place was something entirely different - and Alexandria was exactly that. A safe place. You didn't believe in finding a place like this again. Not after the prison fell, but here you were now. The thought of that caused another smile to tug at the corners of your lips.

"What got ya smilin' like that?" The gruff and southern, but unmistakable voice of a man you only knew too well caught your attention, caused you to look down at the gate. Your smile even widened. "Watching the sunrise." He nodded; a small, almost unnoticeable smile darted over his face as well. "What are you doin' up already?" It was actually an unnecessary question. You knew exactly what he was up to. After all the time you spent with him... After all the shit you've been through together, you knew the archer inside and out. "Goin' for a hunt." You snorted out a laugh. "Course you go for a hunt. What else?" You joked, teasing your friend. Daryl adjusted his crossbow, which was slung over his shoulder and looked up to you with those sparkling blue eyes. "Ya better watch yer mouth, sunshine." "Or what?" You loved to bicker with him. "Or 'm gonna take ya with me as a bait." You gasped in mock shock and opened your mouth, clasping your chest with your hand. "You wouldn't dare! Daryl Dixon, after all we've been through, you'd just throw me out there as a bait?" The archer had to suppress a smile, chewed on the inside of his bottom lip instead, before he shook his head. "Nah, yer right. Ain't doin' that. I'd be too afraid of your zombie self hosin' me down in my sleep." You couldn't help but laugh at his words, shaking your head. "You better are!" After your laugh had subsided again, your gaze met the archer's again. "Take care out there, you hear me?" He nodded. "Don't ya worry 'bout me." Daryl stepped closer to the gate, unlocking it and pulling it open. "See you!" Once again, he gave you a nod, before he walked out of the gate. One of the Alexandrians, who had been on gate duty, closed the heavy steel gate after him. You watched him disappear in the woods with a sigh. You knew it wasn't easy for him to adjust to the new life they suddenly had. Daryl was rather outside, surviving and fighting walkers all day and night, than inside the secure steel walls of Alexandria. He felt trapped and he just needed freedom. A thing you understood very well. And that was the moment, where you decided to make something for Daryl. Something to hopefully make him feel better - and you already knew exactly what...

Rummaging through the countless drawers in the house the group currently stayed in, you were looking for something specifically. Something that caught your eyes the first time you stepped in this house. You just needed to remember, where you had seen it... "What are you looking for, Y/N?" Tara questioned you, causing you to flinch. "Geez, Tara! You scared the shit outta me!" The brown-haired woman smiled apologetically, "Sorry... Didn't mean to scare ya." and nodded towards the cupboard you were rummaging. "So, what you're looking for?" You sighed and closed the drawers shut again. "The crochet stuff. I'd like to, uh, crochet a new poncho for Daryl, since he lost his at Terminus... And besides, he has a hard time adjusting to Alexandria, a-and I thought this would cheer him up a bit, you know?" Tara smiled at you, knowingly - something you didn't register. Tara knew. She had known from the moment she joined this group, how close you and Daryl were. Always staying and fighting side by side. Bickering with each other like an old married couple. Watching out for each other... Protecting and taking care of the other. It was definitely a bond beyond friendship. But neither of you seemed to notice...

"That's a great idea, really. I think I lastly saw those things..." Tara looked around the living room, thinking hard and trying to remember. "Upstairs... In the office? It's a wild guess, but we could look there." You stood up with a smile. "Let's go." Together, you went upstairs, searching in the office for the crochet stuff - and really found it. "I got it!" Tara announced, lifting a small bag up high above her head. "Really?!" "Yep! And here's even more stuff! Tons and tons of wool!" You quickly crossed the room to join your friend. "Woah! That's really a lot of stuff! Enough for at least three ponchos! That's awesome!" You looked through the things excitedly, with a shimmer in your eyes. You couldn't wait to get started with this. Back in the days, before the world ended, you had loved to craft different things with different materials. From knitting, over sewing and even modelmaking, to crocheting. It had been your hobby; your passion and you couldn't wait to dive into this again. "Thanks for helpin' me, Tara, but I gotta go! I gotta start on that poncho now!" Tara giggled at you, watched how you literally jumped up and vanished down the hallway. "You're welcome, buddy."

You took all the crocheting stuff you found to the garden and sat down on the warm, comfortable grass, with flowers blooming around you. Excitedly, you looked through the different colours at first, opting for which ones to take. They ranged from a beautiful, bright yellow, right up to a dark, mysterious grey. Obviously, the person who used to live in that house liked crocheting a lot... You decided to choose a cooler and darker colour, thinking this would be more fitting for a man like Daryl. Imagine him in a pink, purple poncho! Nope, definitely not. So, you chose the different dark blue balls of wool. Blue seemed like a fitting colour. It would match his eyes, you thought with a smile.

From that day on, you worked on the poncho every free minute you had. From time to time, you even stole Daryl's angel-winged vest to get a feeling for the size of the poncho. Luckily, he never noticed. Not that you had stolen his beloved vest a few times, neither that you were crocheting a poncho for him. It took you over a week - almost two, to get the poncho done. It was a lot of work. Some people definitely underestimated crocheting. But now, you were finished and looked at your good work proudly. The poncho was, without a doubt, beautiful. You loved the piece of clothing. It was perfect. Hopefully Daryl was going to like it too... You couldn't wait for your friend to finally come home from the recruiting tour he had been on with Aaron, so you could give him your handmade gift. Hours passed by, turned into days, but on the third day, you were finally able to surprise the archer.

You sat on the porch of one of the group's mansions, cleaning your daggers, when you heard Carol calling out your name. "Y/N!" Your head snapped up, met the smiling face of your friend. "He's back." Carol didn't have to say more. That was all you needed to know. Within seconds, you had thrown the rug aside, holstered your daggers and ran down the street. "Daryl!" Before the archer could even register what was happening, while he got off his bike, you had thrown your arms around him, hugging him tightly. At first, he was quite a bit taken aback, but then he wrapped his arms around you as well, smiling softly. "You're back! And you're okay!" "Course I am." You were happy to see him again - and definitely relieved that he was alright. But then you remembered quickly again, that there was a surprise waiting for him. You quickly retreated from the hug and reached for his hand instead. "I gotta show you something, come on." Again, before Daryl could even protest or say something, you dragged him along, straight towards the group's mansion. "What you gotta show me, Y/N?" Daryl asked with a signature huff. "You'll see." As soon as you had reached the house and stepped on the porch, you stopped in your tracks. "Wait here. I'll be right back." You vanished in the house to grab the poncho, before you reappeared, peeking through the ajar door. "Close your eyes." Daryl huffed. "Why?" "Just... do it." "Nah, ain't goin' to close my eyes. 'S not good to close yer eyes." You rolled your eyes with a smile. "It's a surprise, so shut up and close your eyes!" Another huff left the archer's lips, but he complied and closed his eyes. With an exciting giggle, you stepped through the door, unfolded the piece of clothing and held it up high in front of you for him to see. "Open your eyes." Daryl's eyes flew immediately open again - before literally widening to the size of plates. "Y-Y/N... Is that... Did ya..." You nodded and handed the poncho over to the seemingly speechless man. "Yep. I crocheted you a poncho. Thought you'd like a new one, since you lost the other in Terminus." Daryl's blue eyes met your Y/E/C ones. "Y/N that's uh, that's...I-I... I dunno what to say, I-" "Try it on!" Your giddy self interrupted him, smiling. You were almost more excited than Daryl himself. He did what you said, slipped in the dark blue poncho. "Does it fit? Do you like it?" The archer nodded, smiling shyly at you. "It's perfect. Thank you." "Yay! I am happy and very glad you like it. I had so much fun crocheting it." You truly were happy about the outcome of your surprise. "Thank ya, really." "Of course. You're very welcome." You smiled a bit awkwardly at each other, before Daryl cleared his throat and gestured towards the street. "I, uh, I should get goin'... Help Aaron 'n stuff." You nodded, still smiling. "Sure. See you later." The archer nodded and vanished down the street.

Daryl didn't take off the poncho that day for even a second. He wore it constantly. Something that didn't go unnoticed by the other group members - but especially by one person... "Daryl, hey." He lifted his head, redirected his attention from the crossbow in his lap to the brown-haired woman standing in front of him. He gave her a nod. "You really like that poncho, huh?" "Yeah, Y/N made it fer me." Tara smiled. "I know. I helped her finding the crocheting stuff." Another nod. "You know that she put a lot of effort into crafting this and surprising you?" Daryl blinked at Tara, didn't quite know, where she was heading with that conversation. "I, uh, yes, 'course." "And you also know, that she wouldn't do this for anybody?" "Whaddaya mean?" Tara gave him another smile. "I mean that you mean a lot to her, Daryl. She likes you." The archer nodded for a third time. "I know that. We're friends. She's family." The brown-haired woman shook her head in disbelief. He didn't get it, did he? "No, Daryl. Y/N really likes you. I'd even go so far and say she's head over heels for you - and you're too." With those words, Tara turned on her heels and left a stunned Daryl behind.

Tara's words occupied Daryl. More than he was willing to admit. Were you really 'head over heel' for him? For a man like him? He was more than aware that he had a soft spot for you, leaving him no other choice than to admit to himself, that he felt more than friends were allowed to feel for each other. He spent almost three days with thinking about the past months. About everything you and he had been through. About how happy and content he felt when you were around. About how you were looking at him, with that sweet smile. About how your eyes were shining whenever you saw him. About how caring and protective you were. His eyes travelled towards the dark blue poncho, which hung over the back of a chair. A loud huff left his lips. He was in love with you, wasn't he? Without hesitation, he stood up, grabbed the poncho and quickly headed out of the door. It was in the middle of the night, but the trillion thoughts in his head kept him awake. He just had to talk to you. If he didn't, the archer feared he probably was going to explode. To his luck, you were still awake, sitting on the porch with a book in your lap and a small, but utterly bright flashlight in your hands. Cautiously, Daryl approached you, not to startle you.

"Y/N?" He whispered your name so quietly; he was afraid you didn't even hear him. But you did. "Daryl?" You lifted your head and closed your book, looking confused at the archer. "What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" "I, uh... I wanted to talk to ya." "Talk to me?" "Uh.Huh." Daryl nodded, fumbling nervously with the fabric of your poncho he had slipped into. "About what?" You asked, while scooting over a bit and patting on the wooden ground beside you, offering him to sit down beside you. He did. "Bout, uh, us." You frowned. "Us? What about us?" Daryl had no idea how to say the things he wanted to say. He wasn't good with words and he certainly wasn't used to this. It was a whole new territory for him. "Ya like me?" He spluttered out, regretting his awful choice of words, the moment he heard you giggling. "Daryl... What kinda question is that? Of course I like you! Always have." "I-I know, but..." "But what?" You gave him an honest smile now, trying to comfort him. Daryl huffed. Why was that so difficult? "Do... Do you like me?" You needed a moment to catch up and realise what he just said – or well, insisted. But when you did, it was like scales falling from your eyes. Gods, of course you liked him. You probably had since the first time you heard that gruff, southern accent. "Daryl..." You gently placed a hand on his strong bicep, causing him to flinch just a little bit, before your smile widened. "I can't even remember a time, where I didn't like you." His eyes widened, mouth falling slightly agape. So, it was true? Tara had been right. He didn't understand this. How could a wonderful, breath-taking woman like you, fall for a gruff redneck like him? You clearly saw, that something was going on in that handsome head of his. "What is it, Daryl?" He, once again started to fumble nervously with lapels of his vest and chewing on the inside of his bottom lip – a habit of him you thought was utterly cute. "Ya... like me? Really?" You nodded. "W-Why?" Another giggle left your lips. "Because you are an incredible man, Daryl Dixon." "Ya think so?" "Know so. Look at everything you've done for this group, for our family. You are smart, strong, selfless and kind. You're a good man." Daryl swallowed hard, still couldn't believe what you just said. "But-" You shook your head, quickly interrupting him. "No buts. We all have rough edges and demons, who are haunting us at night sometimes. I love your rough edges - and I love you." You didn't know where you suddenly got all the courage from to say this to him... The three magical words. A smile tugged at the corners of the archer's lips. Hearing those words was utterly surreal, but also the most beautiful thing somebody had ever said to him. "I-I love ya t-too." Daryl stammered out. You smiled, didn't expect him to say it straight back. Instead of answering something, you scooted closer to him, intertwined your hand with his and rested your head on his shoulder. Daryl didn't say something either, just gave your hand a squeeze. He didn't need to say something. Sometimes gestures and looks said more than words ever could.

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@zoopzaper I wanted to let you know that I received your ask but it somehow got deleted 😭😭 I've reached out to tumblr's support team to see if I can get it back and I'm still waiting on a response. If I can get it back I promise I'll answer it!! I got to read it at least and I'll try my best to remember as much as possible. I'm really sorry and please know I feel so bad 😭😭 if I miss something and you don't mind, let me know or send me another ask.

I saw that you had the opportunity to read part 11 at last!! I'm sorry that you got sick and I hope you're feeling so much better now!! ❤️ also, I hope your finals went well!!

I can't believe that you were thinking about a babysitting part and then part 11 was about that haha, perfect timing! I'm so happy you found it cute despite the sad bit about Miguel's backstory. I had a lot of fun including the babysitting element, though, as I really love Mayday! Also, I'm glad you were able to relate to reader being good with kids because of your cousins! I relate but with my aunts' kids as my siblings are younger than me and don't have children lol but haha, I bet you being their favorite comes in handy!! 😂

Omg, I love that you noticed how Miguel was instantly worried about reader's sudden change of plans! He was so quick to request a live hologram 🥺 he really does care for reader!! And when he offered to take dinner to her universe, and he had everything ready?! And then also offered to help with breakfast??! I want his hand in marriage!! 🫴🏼

Also, haha, I'm glad you weren't expecting Miguel to be so close/engaging with Mayday this much! This was interesting to think about because I was trying to see what were some things that he'd be okay with and then the parts that are still too much for him but despite his heartache because of Gabriella, we saw that Miguel is naturally good with kids and just thinking about his fatherly side gets me! But omg yes, guys that are good with kids?! Why is that so attractive??! 🤭 he's definitely a green flag!! Also, yes I agree that Miguel from part wouldn't have been able to do this. It would've been too much for him so it's truly so beautiful to see how far he has progressed 🥹

Regarding reader and the years she spent alone and how you said you could imagine her apartment suddenly being so silent 😭 In my head, she spent a lot of time in silence at her apartment. She couldn't even listen to music or watch TV to fill the growing and painful silence. Sometimes, the only people she talked to on some days were people she saved/helped, villains/criminals, officers, or maybe fans, but those interactions were always short. It makes me so sad to think of this!

I believe you mentioned finding it cute that Miguel didn't want to leave reader's apartment because of how much comfort he finds in her space and her presence, and yes, omg! His penthouse is still a working progress to make it homier (I'm thinking future chapter maybe? 🙂) for himself but there's no denying he finds so much comfort from reader and her home! Also, the sleeping arrangements 🤭 the sweatshirt and reader's breathing are still working perfectly! Will it stop working at some point? Maybe? Will other methods be incorporated? 😌

Omg, Mayday making the action figures kiss and both reader and Miguel becoming embarrassed - Miguel blushing and covering his face to hide it!! 🤭 this part had me GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET when I was writing it. Mayday and Lyla are on this now!! Also, Peter B. and Mary Jane giving each other a look when reader and Miguel leave 👀👀 they definitely talked about Miguel and reader afterward!!

On Miguel's backstory and his family, it's so sweet that Miguel finally talked about it because he trusts reader!! I found it kind of sad to write about but also it just shows Miguel's progress!! Gabriel and Miguel definitely deserved better and it makes me so sad that they were in that environment for so long. It's really on sight for George, Tyler, and Conchata!!

Okay and the big moment when Miguel wrapped his pinky around reader's and gently squeezed!!! I was screaming at this but then also the size difference!! I was giggling at the thought of how much larger and longer his fingers are for real!! And omg @zoopzaper not you thinking about something else of Miguel's being on the larger side 🤣 same

I'm so ready for more fan art for part 11 🥺 there were so many cute scenes and I'm m gonna be screaming at every single drawing that is posted!! It's gonna be like Christmas gifts for me ❤️❤️

Also, I was gonna send you an ask and tell you that I watched Ponyo two nights ago!!!!! I LOVED IT 🥺😭 I think I'm gonna rewatch it again but I also want to watch Howls Moving Castle!! Thank you for recommending both films!! I think Miguel would absolutely enjoy Ponyo!!!

Thank you for sending your ask and I'M SO SORRY that it got deleted. I just now got an email response from tumblr and for some reason they said my issue was a follower count?? I'm gonna reply and see whats happening. I promise I'll answer it if I can get it back! If I missed something, please let me know 🥺❤️

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Unexpected Miracles

→ Pairing. hoseok x Reader

→ Genre. half-strangers to lovers, blind dating au (kind of), fluff

→ Summary. an old crush comes waltzing into your life when you need a date for a Winter Gala

→ Word count. 5.2k 

→ Warnings. reader's family is a bit abusive and likes down-talking her :,(, mentions of light alcohol consumption (be careful when you drink, please!!), mentions of a mental breakdown

→ A/n. this is a gift for @beingsuneone for the @bangtansecretsanta exchange 🎄 Hi Kaillei, I'm your Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy this gift I made for you as much as I enjoyed interacting with you all through December. Somehow, this is the complete opposite of what I planned on writing but I think changing the plot mid-story was the right choice to make. Hope you'll like it :)

-> thank you so much @playmetheclassics for beta-reading this fic!! I’m so grateful for your constant help and support, it really means a lot to me🥺❤️

There is nothing you hate more than the Christmas season. The decorated streets, the storefronts full of fake gifts under an overdecorated tree. Couples wearing matching Christmas sweaters. The Christmas market which blasted holiday music until 2 am and your obnoxiously long yearly family Winter gala.

The gala, annoying as it sounds, takes place five days after Christmas each year and is a reunion of all the town's important people and its surroundings. All of that was exaggerated by some nice Christmas music,  a huge decorated tree with presents underneath for the youngest guests… Everything you love.

You glare at your invitation on the coffee table and sigh. Even after you moved out of town (and far from your parents’ grasp), your mother found her way to get you to come to her event. Just as you are about to throw away the gold ornamented card, your phone rings and surprise! it’s your mother. 

“Hello, darling! I sent out your invitation yesterday in express mail. Have you received it ?” 

Of course, she would be only interested in her stupid event. 

“Yes, mother. It’s in my hands right now”, you stop yourself from sighing, wanting to avoid your mother’s reprimands.

“Oh, perfect! Your father and I went to the store to select some dresses for you. You should go try them on by tomorrow if you want to have your dress on time!” 

Did I forget to mention the winter gala is also a ball? Well, now you know… 

“Well, about that, Mother. I wanted to tell you…”

“Oh, you can bring your companion too! What was his name again? Jake? Please bring him I remember him being such a lovely boy!” 

“Not until I found him sleeping with another girl…” You mumble before saying louder “Mother, Jake and I went our separate ways a year ago. ” 

There’s a short silence before your mom answers.

“Shame, well, you better come accompanied or you will embarrass of this family. Again. Excuse me, darling, but your Grandfather is calling me again. I shall go. We expect to see you at the gala so do not disappoint us,” she instructs before hanging up

"I'm gonna need a miracle to go” You furrow your brows and brush a hand through your hair. It is infuriating how your mother never pays attention to anything you say or do. You were the fifth child, your siblings were four talented and successful children and your parents never gave you much attention or love. They would ask as much from you as they did with your siblings but never look at you the same even when you excelled in some things.

Kind of like the ugly duckling. 

With resignation, you grab the invitation again. Your mother’s call was just a reminder of how required your presence there is even though no one cares about you unless it involves asking whether or not one of your brothers is still single (they do that). 

“Well, what do you plan on doing?” Your brother asks and, judging by your deadly glare, he also deducts the answer by himself.

“Come on Y/n, you can’t avoid another family event, especially this one.” 

You nib at your straw, taking a sip of your green smoothie -something your friends never understood your liking for (I mean, who in their right mind would be having a kale-based drink when fruits existed?)

“I don’t know Namjoon. I don’t want to face mom and dad after my job application was rejected last month” You almost cry at the thought. Your parents almost seemed proud when you told them you were on the waitlist for a big finance company in Seoul. You don’t even want to imagine their disappointment after hearing the news and you don’t want to hear about it.

“Well, sure. But you can’t keep avoiding us. I was on the phone with grandpa this morning. He told me he would love to see you again. You know, he’s much older now and this year will be his first year alone without grandma. He told me you remind him so much of her. Please, if you won’t come for us, at least come for him” He pleads 

The thought of your grandfather feeling alone and the look on your brother’s face only grows your guilt. You think again about the white and gold invitation still on your kitchen table (right next to the trash can, yes) and then look at your brother. 

You sigh: “Well if you come to help me get a dress, we only have one problem now: I need a date” 

To that, your brother smiles, making his adorable dimple pop off and his eyes turn crescent moon. 

That makes one Miracle

“Excuse me…?” A voice speaks from behind you. It was the waitress, back with Namjoon’s drink and your cake “Here is the rest of your order” She places everything on the table and, by the look in her eyes, you feel the question coming. 

“Sorry to bother you, sir…” There it comes.  You see her play with the hem of her apron “But I was wondering if you would be open to going out with me some days?” 

Oh boy, poor girl

You can’t stop the smile that grows on your face. One thing you enjoy most about your family is seeing your brothers struggle to decline strangers asking them for a date. Namjoon is the funniest because he gets so shy when this happens; the boy can’t say no.

You’re about to answer for him when he clears his throat and offers the young lady a reassuring smile “Um, well. I am quite busy right now and we are mere strangers now. But maybe in a few coffees, I will reconsider your offer” 

Oh? He pulled it off quite well this time. The waitress’s face crumbles and she leaves with a bitter expression, not knowing how to deal with Namjoon’s answer. Too bad because this one looked sweet and like the type of person your family would approve of. You exchange a look with your brother and start laughing before deciding it’d be better to quietly finish your drinks if you don’t want to get interrupted by more bold women again. 

“Don't you think this dress makes me look fat?” You look at yourself in a huge mirror trying to see everything wrong with you and the dress. 

Your three brothers, who surely have a better sense of fashion than you do, came to help you pick up a dress (some by choice, others because of your parents’ orders) and can’t hide the annoyance on their faces when you come out of the changing rooms asking the same question. Namjoon takes his eyes off his book to look at you with a stern face. You can see that he is annoyed to hear you talk down about yourself (and so are your other brothers).

Seokjin stands up and positions himself behind you, looking into your eyes in the mirror. “I think…” he puts his hands on your shoulders “that it’s been fifty minutes since we’ve been here and you still haven’t found a dress you like. You look perfect in each of them though”

“It's true” Taehyung adds “I don’t see anything wrong with any of the dresses, or with you. But I will have to agree that the puffy sleeves on this dress look horrendous and way too middle age for you” 

You hear the shop owner gasp and a little smile appears on your face. 

“How many more dresses do I have to try on?” You ask her with the hope that your pains are almost over. She looks at the tray where all the dresses you were supposed to try are and sigh. “Well, I think only one remains from your parents’ selection…” your shoulders fall and look desperately to Seokjin in the mirror.

“But wait! I remember that your grandfather ordered me to make a dress for you last month. I was asked to send it to you this morning. Still, when I received the call from your mother yesterday saying you’ll come to try on some dresses, I figured it’d be better to give it to you in person”

A smile forms on your face and you look at Namjoon like a kid on Christmas Day. He winks at you

“If you’d like to go to your changing room, I’ll bring it to you immedia” 

The gown you see is no ordinary thing. Your eyes become teary with the memory this dress brings you, for it is the same dress that was worn by the princess in your favourite fairytale. Your grandmother would read it to you when you were a child and you’d always tell her how much you loved the blue sparkly dress the princess wore. You are quick to put it on and come out to show it to everyone. 

“It’s perfect!” 

That Makes Two

It’s almost been a week since you accepted to go to your family winter gala and after you got your gown and your brothers’ help with how you should do your hair and which guests you should avoid, you still needed a date to come with you. It is not specified where it is requested to have a date in the invitation but it is kind of the unspoken rule of the event: who would want to come to a gala unaccompanied?

As the host’s daughter, you are not to come alone. It would bring shame to your family and your mother’s daily messages reminding you how important it is for her that everything goes according to plan is only a reminder of how perfect you are not. 

You sigh and scroll down your contact list, hoping to find someone suitable for the event. To your great dismay, every potential date is either busy, taken or unwilling. After hours of trying to convince your old roommate (who still owes you for the time you saved his butt in an embarrassing public situation you don’t miss to remind him), you are out of ideas 

“Come onnnnnn Chan, are you sure? I could use your help right now…” You pout. The hesitation is visible on his face but you can see how he brushes a hand through his hair and clenches his jaw so that he won’t give in.

"I already told you, Y/n. I can’t. I need to fly back to Canberra to visit my mom for Christmas. I can’t cancel three days before. She would be so heartbroken. I’m already halfway packed… Sorry”

You almost want to cry to try and convince him but you know it is no use. “You know my parents will kill me if I come alone, right? How am I supposed to survive a ball without a partner? I’d do fine on my own during the dinner but dancing on my own?? I don't even want to think about it.” You take a sip of water.

“I know I know” Chan tries reassuring you “Hey! I might have an idea! Do you remember my friend Hoseok who went to Washington to do business a few years ago? ” 

You remember the tall and lean brown-haired guy whom you met a few times when Chan had some friends over at the beginning of your flat-sharing days. You picture his sparkly golden brown eyes and perfect smile that made your heart go crazy back in the day. It didn’t long to crush him hard, even though the only conversation you managed to hold with him was to ask him if he was okay after he spilt his drink on you.

“Barely…why do you ask ?” You lie.

As soon as you ask the question, you get an idea of what your old roommate is thinking. 

“Well, I’ve heard that he would be back in town this week and probably be on his own during the holidays…” he offer suggestively.

“What did you say his name was again?” You ask as you open your computer.

A few seconds of research later, you manage to find his social media profile but don’t find much information about him, just the already-made conclusion that he looks hot as hell.

“So, what do you think?” Chan asks and when you say that you would be open to meeting him, he promises to do his best to set up a meeting with him as soon as he is back in town 

That’s your Third Miracle.

It has been one week since the last time you talked to Chan and you only have three days before the event. Your mother called again this morning to make sure that you would come and to remind you again how important it is that you fit into the family and that you look great and play nice all night long. Such pressure for such a stupid thing. Helping children in need during the holiday season sure is important but does she have to be on your back like that? 

“It’s not because I messed up once that I should be treated any differently than any of her other children,” you huff angrily as you pack a bag to bring to your parents’ place. You still remember that day even though it has been years since it happened. You were still living at the manor with everyone back then and your life was somewhat not a mess. Your mom made you wear an excessively tight dress with lots of tulles and tied your hair in a bun so tight you wonder how she didn’t rip your scalp apart. Then she introduced you to every young man your age that attended the party until she found one who seemed to pique your interest and left you there. That man, whom your mother deemed very well educated and of good composition, turned out to be a complete ass who kept talking down to you. Well, until you threw your champagne cup at him and insulted his whole family tree and ran out (but not without walking on your dress and falling flat on the wooden floor).

Your parents barely managed to keep their business with the boy's parents and you were sent to a boarding school overseas for two years (holidays included). Lord knows those were some of the best two years of your life. You remind yourself of all the good memories you made in England and how you met your boyfriend- now ex- but your phone ringing in the background snatches you out of those moments 

You groan, “What again” 

The number on the screen doesn’t ring a bell so you answer carefully.

“Hello?” Maybe this is the call you’ve been waiting for.

The person on the other end seems as hesitant as you are “ Hello? Kim Y/n? I'm Jung Hoseok. Remember me? I think one of our friends set us up? For an event ?” Your heart skips a beat, his voice is even more sensual than you remembered. 

Fourth miracle ♪

“Oh! Yes, Hoseok! Hello!! It’s nice to finally hear from you! I’m surprised Chan managed to convince you. How are you ?” You try to stay polite despite the more than odd situation

Hoseok clears his throat “Um… I’m- good, thanks. Listen, this is super weird, would you like to meet up? So we can talk more properly?” His tone is hesitant but hopeful (somehow??)

You chuckle, not expecting the offer but agreeing.

“I’m still at my place but I know a nice cafe downtown. It’s very quiet so we can talk without being disturbed. I’ll send you the address and meet you there in… let’s say half an hour alright?” You try to sound as confident as possible despite the furious beats of your heart. 

“Okay, see you there!” He hangs up and you let out a breath you haven't even realized you were holding. 

You send a message to Chan thanking him for the help, then scold him for not telling you he talked to Hoseok and then freaking out because you have a date in thirty minutes with a stranger you’re supposed to introduce to your parents as your date in three days. 

You know you can’t do dates. The fact hits you even harder when you enter the cafe and see him. You suddenly feel way too overdressed for this even though you’re only wearing a plain black dress you still took fifteen minutes to choose. Hoseok is sitting at a table in the back corner of the room, a cup of coffee in his hand and a computer opened on his right. You walk up to him and greet him. “Hello again. It’s nice to see you again.” He stands up and shakes the hand you stretch out. “The pleasure’s all mine. How long has it been? Five years? More?” He says with a smile that makes his eyes disappear and dimples appear at the side of his mouth. “Long enough” Your eyes meet and you suddenly feel very overwhelmed by his presence. It reminds you of how it made you feel: he smells good, looks good and something in the way his eyes sparkle makes your heart weep.

You clear and break the contact before sitting. After a waitress comes to take your order, you and Hoseok start talking, about everything and anything, getting to know each other a little, catching up and you realize that you two have surprisingly good chemistry.

“Well, for example, you ordered black coffee before I arrived. No milk or sugar. So I can say that you’re someone who likes to be efficient in every possible way. You like things to be done precisely in your work but also want to keep things simple there, which might be a reason for your success. You’re wearing a high-end sweater in a very trendy outfit and colour-matched your briefcase to your shoes, which tells me you’re also a very organized person. I didn’t do much research on you, just enough to know what you do for a living and how popular you are with the opposite sex, but based on what I see now I can guess many things about your personality” You conclude your little analysis with a smile and take a sip of your latte, living Hoseok speechless. 

Finally, he laughs “Wow, I have never been analyzed this way. Especially on a first date. That’s impressive! Did you study psychology ?”

Your heart skips a beat upon hearing the word date but you don’t let it show. “I was a bookworm as a teenager and my parents have a huge library where I spent most of my childhood. I think I have read dozens of psychology books. It helped me a lot in my college years and then in my work” You smile at him, avoiding mentioning that you read psychology books because you tried to understand why you felt so blue all the time as a child and also why your parents were so mean to you. 

“What would your coffee order say about you?” Hoseok asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

You smile mischievously.

“Well, I’ll try not to be too biased but I ordered a latte so I’d say that I am a people pleaser with a tendency to overextend myself and neglect my needs if I can help someone. I’m probably very generous and helpful but also very sweet and imaginative. I asked for extra foam on top, which could suggest I’m still a child at heart, or that I didn’t have a proper childhood with loving parents and all. I also wanted an extra shot of expresso inside, so maybe I lack sleep or I want my life to be bolder and more adventurous. I think that’s it” You smile at him.

After a brief silence, Hoseok speaks. “I’m sorry that your childhood wasn’t that great.” Hoseok puts his hand on top of yours. It might be a bit inappropriate for a first date with someone you barely know but, for some reason, everything feels right with him. "Chan mentioned it briefly when I had him on the phone the other day after he asked me to be your date for the family event. Life wasn’t hard for me either when I was a child, you know”

You grab his hand

“It’s okay, Hoseok. I’m doing fine now. I have my own place and everything far from my parents but I just have to come to their parties now and then.” You sigh “I still don’t know how Chan managed to convince you though. He can barely convince his mother to make him some dumplings” You laugh.

“I owed him a great deal. He let me crash at his place for almost a year after I broke up with my girlfriend when I was in uni. I was living in her apartment and the dorms were full. Since my parents were too far from the campus and I couldn’t find any apartments or frat to live in, Chan welcomed me in. If not for his help, I wouldn’t be where I am now” 

Your eyes grow big. Chan never mentioned it, which is quite surprising because he told you his entire life up to his first memory. 

“He never told me” Hoseok shrugs “Well, let’s not beat around the bush anymore! My family is organizing a big gala in three days. It’s an unspoken rule to come accompanied because the dinner turns into a ball when midnight hits. That’s cliché, right? Since my family is the host and my mother is a pain in the ass, I need a partner and you might be able to help me”  You raise a brow .

“If you’re willing to do this with me I promise to make it worth your while. There are a lot of influential people coming so I’m sure that you will be able to find some to do business with. It’s a win-win situation! I have a partner to dance with so my family won’t be on my back for at least a few months and you will leave the party with contacts for work. So, what do you say?”  You look at him with what you hope to be the best hopeful look you have, and his quick answer surprises you.

“I'm in!” 

Another Miracle ♪

He winks at you and you feel your heart giving up on you. “YES! I mean- great! I guess we just have to make up the story of how we met before I introduce you to my family, then”  

You try to remain calm because you don’t want to scare Hoseok off, but you’re screaming with joy interiorly. Or crying in panic. Who knows.

After about an hour of talking with Hoseok, you go back to your place with a very big smile on your face, very happy that you finally have someone to go with at the gala (and who might make the night a little bit more fun).

You and Hoseok message each other all night, exchanging information about your life and family. He tells you he is the owner of an emerging finance firm in the country, and that he has a house on the outskirts of Seoul where he lives when he isn’t working overseas. Hoseok has an older sister who got married last summer and a grey cat who’s probably in his house waiting for him to return. 

12 pm | Hoseok: He’s probably chasing mice and eating bugs, though so don’t worry about him starving or anything Y/n

His message makes you laugh.

Hoseok turns out to be a very funny guy who has a strong personality and thrives for the success he says he is slowly getting. You notice he never really talks about work and tries to be as vague as possible if he does and you’re very thankful for that because it’s a sensitive subject for you. Especially because your parents have put so much pressure on you to be the best in everything while never giving you any credit for your work when you were still living with them that you avoid talking about any work-related thing you do by fear of being a failure to the eyes of others. Plus, it adds to the mystery around him, making him a whole lot more attractive.

You’re very happy to see that you and Hoseok have a lot in common and you don’t know whether it’s because of the time or the fact that you can still smell his perfume but you react way too intensely to each of his messages and the blush of your face when he says that you look cuter than he thought makes you wonder how long can it take you to catch feelings for someone.

No, it can’t be. You are not catching feelings for your ‘one-night stand’. You tell yourself that you’re too romantic and that the foreign feeling in your stomach is just the excitement linked with the current situation, right?

Hoseok arrived to pick you up at your apartment a little less than an hour ago. But he only found you in a mess of sparkly blue tulle and high heels, a glass of champagne in your hand and tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“I can’t do this, Hoseok. I’m sorry”

For someone introverted, you sure were telling a lot of personal things to this somewhat stranger-turned-friend. You tell him about how your mother called again, already blaming you for the bottle of wine your brother broke and every other little dumb thing that went wrong. You rant about how much she hates everything you do despite trying your best to satisfy her expectations. 

The whole time, Hoseok just listens, an arm around your shoulder and a hand wiping your tears. It should be weird for you to let a stranger become this close to you this quickly and anyone would tell you to be careful because he is still someone you barely know but everything feels right with Hoseok and you feel like you can trust him completely. You may be wrong but, for now, you just want to enjoy what is happening. 

When you manage to calm down, Hoseok tells you some fun facts about himself to cheer you up and then asks if you’re ready to go. You look at your reflection in the bottle of champagne. You’re definitely not ready. Nothing the magic of makeup can’t fix again, thank the lords. 

Once you’re sure to be ready, you pour Hoseok a glass of champagne. He is a bit reluctant at first because he will be driving but you insist.

“You’re gonna need it, trust me,” you grab your glass, fill it again and clink it against Hoseok’s.

“Cheers,” you say at the same time before drinking the content of your glasses. Champagne is going to be your way to cope tonight and you know there will be lots of it at the gala. It also helps calm your nerves, if you don’t abuse it. 

“Okay, we should get going.” You stand up and grab your jacket and your keys. 

Hoseok holds the door open for you and offers to carry your bag, which surprises you. “We’re supposed to play boyfriend and girlfriend from now on, right? So come on, Angel, let me help you.” His smile is so bright and heartwarming that it’s painful to see. 

The champagne must be acting up, right?

Or maybe it’s just the nerves and apprehension.

Right?

And Lord knows that you are nervous. And it shows.  “So, how did we meet?” You ask Hoseok as you rearrange his scarf for the nth time in the last ten minutes. 

Hoseok chuckles, his eyes leaving the road for a second to look at you. “Y/n, you’ve asked me the same questions over and over since we climbed into the car. You don’t have to be this nervous, it’s okay. Breathe”  

You try to breathe your nerves out “Turn right at the next stop” You guide him to the manor.

“The nerves are killing me, Hoseok. What if my family sense that we barely know each other?? It would be worse than if I came alone. Oh god, I should’ve drank more champagne” You carefully rearrange a rebel strand of hair in your bun. 

“No more champagne for you, Y/n. Unless you want to throw up at your parents’ feet, which I don’t think they would appreciate.” His comment makes you both smile. 

You turn your head and look at him; it feels like time slows. Your smile slowly fades as you detail his delicate features. If you weren't already tipsy from the champagne, you would’ve certainly blushed when he catches you staring. But you don’t mind, and it seems like he doesn't either. Has he always looked this glowing? A swarm of butterflies is set free in your stomach and, when your eyes fall down his lips, you can’t help wondering how soft they would feel against yours.

I’m too tipsy for this 

You shake your head and look at the road again. You need to focus. You are not falling for your old crush again. 

Yet somehow you are. 

You are because when your eyes meet his, your heart skips a beat and you can feel chills travel through your back. 

You are because the way he grips your hip and holds your hand as you two waltz through the dancing room makes you feel precious. And dizzy.

You know you are and you can’t help it. All it took was 3 days. 

This night is going too smoothly to be true: your parents were charmed by Hoseok, he gets along well with your father and can hold a good conversation with pretty much any guest. The dinner felt like it lasted an eternity but you are thankful that Hoseok was there to liven it up. He made you laugh so much you thought you would choke on your food at some point. 

Everything he does is so infuriatingly adorable, it only makes you like him more. You can’t help a fond smile from appearing on your face when you look at him. 

"I’m such a cliché,” You thought as you ate the last of your dessert. 

But you don’t mind the cliché situation you are in right now, waltzing in a princess-like gown with your *previously old* crush whom you met again after 5 years of not seeing him, who is holding you a bit too tight for it to be innocent. 

You don’t know if it was because of the wine the alcohol in your veins, the excitement, or some kind of mutual attraction, but somehow between the moment you admitted to having a crush on Hoseok and when he said you were beautiful, you and Hoseok found yourselves hidden in the gardens, his lips on yours. Your grip on his neck tightens when his kiss deepens.

Well, that was not expected 

But definitely a welcomed miracle 

[yourlocalmikankinnie]

Ohshit request are open for a limited time I’m doin my favorite HC I aint missing this shit

may I request headcannons for Maki, Mikan, Mahiru, and Kaede

as older sisters (platonic of course stfu pedos) catching her little brother in the middle of a fight with a kid from his middle school he hates? And lil bro aint losing by any means He’s actually like, REALLY fucking the other kid up; swollen eye, missing teeth, bloody mouth and nose, you name it. They’re in the middle of a field and there’s multiple kids also from the school recording the fight. The lil bro is undamaged for the most part, with a couple of minor cuts, scrapes, and bruises. When he notices his big sis is present he literally goes “Aw shit….”. How do you think they’d intervene IF YOU THINK THEY WOULD?

Anyway hope your break is going well and I had a quick question if you don’t mind me asking; what happened to your poetry blog? If it’s personal or something like you don’t gotta answer. Okay have a great day

Hi! I can absolutely do this! And it's going alright! I had deleted my poetry blog tbh, I haven't really posted anything on it so I felt like it was a bit of a storage box just sitting there 💀 but maybe I'll make it again, it depends 😘

Thank you so much for requesting! ❤️

Characters: Maki, Kaedes, Mikan, Mahiru

(platonic, siblings)

Male reader but can be interpreted as gn or female if you so wish❤️

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Maki:

She shows up once she heard from Kaito and everything silences. If you saw the look on her face you'd be running (and people did-). She wasn't having it and told you to stop.

She then took you too see Mikan (she didn't trust the nurse at your school), she didn't give a shit about the other kid. Maki sat you down and told you,

"hey kid. Listen, as much as I'm proud of you for not losing the fight, you can't go around beating people up. Don't want you getting hurt. Okay? Be more careful"

After Mikan aided you she took you home (Mikan insisted it, she didn't want you getting more hurt than you are). Once you guys got home, y'all watched some TV till she had to go to work (assassin 🤭) and kaedes and kaito came over to hang out with you (Maki totally didn't tell them to check up on you while she was gone-🤫) she came home to you in bed asleep and kaito eating your chips 💀 he sure as hell learned a lesson from that

Mikan:

She ran as soon as she could to your school when she heard from one of your friends that you were in a fight.

She's disappointed but knows she can help you get better with her ultimate, so she takes you to her school because she's scared to leave you home alone while she's gone.

Once she patches you up, she asks her teacher is you can stay with her and ms.yukizome let's her. Once gotten home she lightly scolds you and tells you to eat and get some sleep.

"p-please get some sleep, I'm sorry for not coming sooner! I-ill try talking with your teacher about your classmate. Please don't try doing that again unless absolutely needed!"

She's a sweet sister, she just worries about you! ❤️🥺

Kaede:

She had got a call from the office after the fight and came to your school, she didn't really care if she missed class. shuichi would help her catch up with school work.

She scolded you once you guys got home. Your mom (if you have one, you can replace with your guardian) was home and She told her what happened. Let's just say you were in trouble 🥶

"little man 😡 you can't just go around fighting people. Don't do it again okay? Okay! Now go take a shower you stink"

Mahiru:

She got a phone call from the nurse in your school as your father wasn't answering the phone (she has daddy issues so you do too) and was angry. She walked all the way to your school to pick you up and then scolded you on your way home.

Once home she told you to clean up GENTLY while she cleaned and made dinner. She contemplated on getting one of her classmates to ensure your okay but decided against it since she didn't wanna bother them. Honestly you got off lucky in terms of the fight. Shed probably have to have a talk with the kids parents.

"listen. Your supposed to be the bigger person. I don't want to get anymore phone calls that you've been in fights. Got it?"

I hope you liked this!! ❤️ It was fun writing and I'm sorry for the delay on it

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Hi, love! Can I have a dialogue where you just have a bad day and bad cramps, but Eddie is there to make you feel better, please? Like, I really need Eddie and cuddles right now 🥺❤️

yeees! I hope you feel better, love! I would also love Eddie taking care of me 🥺❤️

"Alright, princess, I'm off" Eddie said, walking over to your room to say goodbye to you. "I'll be back in a couple of hours- hey" he stopped when he saw you curled up in a ball on the bed and your face buried in your pillow. "Hey, what's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, sitting down next to you and he noticed you were trying really hard not to cry.

"N-nothing" you smiled at him. "Go enjoy your campaign, love" you said, getting up and you were about to kiss him but he pulled away.

"No, what's going on, princess? Don't lie to me" he said, worriedly.

"It's nothing, love" you assure him. "I just have cramps-"

"Are they bad?" he asked, knowing how bad they can get.

"No, Eds-" you lied.

"Princess" he scowled at you. "Don't lie to me. I can stay here-"

"No, my love, you're leading this campaign. Go to your meeting, I'll just stay here and get some sleep. I promise I'll be better by the time you get back- Eddie!" you yelled after him when he got up. You could hear him looking through something and then he came back into view.

"Henderson! We're postponing the meeting tonight. Tell everyone" he said into the walkie-talkie.

"Eddie, no-!"

"What? What do you mean we are postponing it, I thought we couldn't postpone 'The Cult of Vecna!'" you heard Dustin's voice on the other side of the radio.

"No, I said you couldn't postpone 'The Cult of Vecna'" Eddie said into the walkie-talkie. "I am the Dungeon Master, so I can do whatever the fuck I want!"

"Eddie, you don't have to-"

"Well, what am I supposed to tell them? Why are you postponing the meeting?"

"That is none of your business, I have more important things to do" he said, before turning off the walkie-talkie.

"Eddie, you don't have to cancel your meeting for me, I'll be fine-! Edward!" you yelled when he left the room again. You got up to follow him but a sharp pain made you sit on the floor quickly making you scream in pain.

"Shit! Princess, stop moving" Eddie said, running back into the room. "Come here" he said, pulling you up, carefully. He brought you out to the living room where you saw blankets, cushions, and pillows placed on the floor.

"Eddie" you said, feeling your heart warming, having no idea how he pulled this off in like two minutes. He sat you down and ran over to the kitchen.

"Okay, I have all your favorites and Harrington let me borrow all of these a couple of days ago" he said, pulling out a box with all of your favorite movies as Grease started already playing on the TV.

"Steve let you borrow these?"

"Yes" he said, unconvincingly. "But don't tell him" he said, making you laugh.

"Eddie, you didn't have to do all this" you assured him. "And you definitely did not have to postpone your D&D meeting-"

"Yes, I did" he said, bringing you a glass of water and some painkillers along with a hot water bottle that he placed on your belly. "My princess is in pain and I want to take care of her" he said, kissing your forehead. "The campaign can wait. Is not nearly as important as you, sweetheart" he said, kissing your cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I am the luckiest girl in the world" you said, giving him a peck on the lips. "I love you so much!"

"I love you too, princess" he said, grabbing some chocolate bars and passing them to you. You snuggled against his chest and felt him placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

[purple-babygirl]

Hello! (I've decided to write this before going to read your recent story. I always wanted to write to you so many time but didn't have the confidence to do so).

I just wanted to take a moment to share how much I've been enjoying your writing on Tumblr. Your posts have a way of drawing me in and transporting me to different worlds with each word you write.

I followed you since the "don't call me daddy part I" (love it so much especially the part when doll talk about family that supposed to love you unconditionally, I FEEL her) and read almost all of your story. I like mafia! daddy!bucky and his angel. I love the name that angel call alpine "PinePine" *so cute😭*. There are so many things that I love in your masterlist (too many to write it down, maybe I should write it in a comment section if you're ok with it)

I also wanted to practice muaythai/thai boxing to fight those haters. (I saw someone said that before and I agreed with them) You don't deserve hate, you deserve kindness. As a reader, I didn't expect writers to write a long story. I just want them to be happy while writing. I'm ok if they post once a while or everyday. It didn't raise my standards and I hope every writers is enjoying themselves while writing. I LOVE every writers I've followed and read their story. I really appreciate them (and you).

Thank you for sharing your talent and creativity with the world—it's a gift that brings joy to so many, myself included. I look forward to continuing to follow your journey as a writer.

Sorry if this is too long lol. I need to tell you this bc it's been on my mind for weeks. Please be safe, healthy and happy.🥺❤️

Hello, lovely, sweet person💜💜💜 Please always feel free to stop by I'll always be here to talk to you. I apologize for not replying to your ask as soon as you sent it, yesterday wasn't the best day.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for saying that. Knowing that my writing could do that has to be the best thing anyone's ever told me and I can't thank you enough for the smile on my face right now💜💜💜💜💜

Don't call me daddy is very very personal to me and you saying that it resonated with you too makes me feel both that I'm not alone and that my writing is more than just words so again thank you so so much for that💜💜

Oh I'm so happy you read mafia!Bucky and angel they were my favorite before I wrote Orc!Bucky and I'm supposed to post more of them in the future but I'm still not finished with the new parts for their story (my comment section is your comment section feel free to tell me more please:"💜💜💜)

I wish I could learn kick boxing tbh but I'm still jobless for now (please wish me better luck with jobs if that's okay with you I can't sleep in the streets I'm too weak). Learn so you could teach me:" Jk jk. Thank you, it means a lot to me how kind and sweet you are. Humans will be humans, we can't stop them from being hateful or unkind. It's cool, I cry a little and then it's gone. I'm really grateful for you being so kind and understanding and I'm sure each and every writer you read for also feels the same way.

Thank YOU for being here for it all. It makes everything worth it and makes me feel less alone. You're an amazing person and I hope you know that.

It's okay, I loved and appreciated every word. Thank you so so much for taking the time and energy to send me this beautiful ask, it makes all the difference and it will leave me happy for days💜💜💜💜💜 Please take good care of yourself as well and don't be a stranger💜

[onlyswan]

Hi arttttt❤️🫶❤️🫶❤️🫶

How are youuuu??? I missed you sm😭❤️😭❤️

How have you been omg!!! I feel like I missed on a lot of stuff lol

I LOVED THE NEW DRABBLE😭 it’s so fucking cute ahh jungkook and oc are the cutest!!!

AND???? THE END ??!??!??!!!!! ART???

What the fuck is going on!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I am so excited for whatever that beautiful mind of yours will bring next!!

I’ve been busy with uni (when am I never busy with uni smh) and I finish this long ass term on the 28th of December ugh I’m so excited to just be done with these 6 courses that I am taking.

As for the year-end survey I’m going to answer the questions (even if they’re a bit hard😠)

what is your favorite/s from the drabbles i've put out this year (second in which collection)?

I’ll give you my top 5 drabbles from this collection:

1. in which jungkook wants you all to himself (and bam) and you buy him flowers

This one never fails to make me smile

2. in which jungkook is giving up on you but you have so much love left to give

This one^ killed me but I love it

3. in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

I read this like 1000 times I love it so much

4. in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either.

This one made me giggle and kick my feet

5. in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are.

me 🤝 oc

themes, lines, paragraphs, or scenes that stood out to you?

art i’m not gonna lie to you these type of questions are the ones that I get on my exams 😭

For the themes ? Idk I just like soft fluffy things 🫶 so soft it makes me wanna throw up

and I like angst (ONLY SOMETIMES PLEASE)

I think this line from in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are. is cute

“aigoo, why are you so messy?“

for scenes I think this one is funny

“ow- ouch- baby! what the hell? what was that for?”

with doe eyes struck by headlights, he gapes at you in surprise as he rubs his poor shoulder that was slapped without warning.

and if it is not too much to ask- who is your favorite character, oc or jungkook?

Not answering because I love them both DONT TRY ME😠

which year/s would you like to see more of from 2017 to 2023?

I really dont mind anything! But I feel like 2019 jungkook is just ❤️‍🔥 and 2022 too oof.

and which season (spring/summer/autumn/winter)?

I’m a winter girlie so obvi winter

I think that’s all of the questions! I had fun answering them haha (even though they reminded me of my literary criticism course 🥲) I am so excited for what the new year is going to bring!! I love you art I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a happy new year!!!! I hope that 2024 will be an amazing year for you!

Love, 🥨

PRETZEL ANONIE MY BABY LOVE I MISSED UUUU SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺

i’ve been doing much better since my break from school started !!! i really needed this for the sake of my sanity. hehe this is why i love the holiday season :P

AND THE NEW DRABBLE YESYESYHDJSHDFJJD IHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT 🤭

as for the ending… no comment for now bcs it’s so fun seeing y’all freak out <3

goodluck with the rest of your term plssss don’t forget to take care and enjoy your well deserved break after 🥰

OOP YOU SAW THE SURVEY

your top 5 i loveeeee 🥹 also you’re so real for the #5 i think this is the first answer it was mentioned. i’m blushing and giggling just thinking about it rn likejsjdhsjdf

i had to search for which drabble is the scene with the ouch and IM LAUGHINGDHDHFH I FORGOT ABT THE LIP PIERCING DRABBLE. oc’s humor >>>

Not answering because I love them both DONT TRY ME😠

i’m sorry for my fault 😞 i bow my head down again

I had fun answering them haha (even though they reminded me of my literary criticism course 🥲)

this is so funny i’m sorrydhdhsjdhjshf 😭😭😭 i’m a literature girlie through and through i fear. but fr thank youuuu so much for answering i had fun reading your answers too :") hehe you made me smile a lot. i love you sm and i hope 2024 treats you well and brings you an abudance of everything nice in life 🩷 happy holidays!!!! please eat lots of yummy food too hehe :")

[lokisprettygirl]

Ok chapter 20 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵. The waiting to have sex is killing me but I also am loving all of this that they are doing! I’m so happy that they have 3 days together! I also love that Rocky was like nope Loki is staying here since bitchanah clearly has a crush on him. At least that’s what I’m choosing to believe. Rocky cares about appearances so if she wants to be a gold digger around him she needs to behave. Kind of waiting for him to turn on her like he did with his wife and daughter and see how much bitchanah thinks it’s funny now.

I wouldn’t mind it if Steve’s plane crashed and I’m really glad that she eased Loki’s mind a bit. Y/N telling him I may not know how to do all this and it will be hard but why would I choose a world without MY Loki in it 🥺🥺🥺🥺. That had to make him oh so happy to hear. I love how they are both panicking about telling each other that they love each other because they don’t want to push the other away. It’s so cute how much they care about each other and I wonder who will be the first one to spill the beans.

With her and Steve’s wedding on the way it makes me wonder how they are going to get out of it and I’m ready for all of them to be exposed with that recording device! But if Rocky is so worried that his daughter will commit suicide like his wife maybe he should treat her better but that would make too much sense now wouldn’t it. I’m pregnant myself right now and I cannot fathom a parent treating their child this way. Sorry sperm donor he isn’t a parent and doesn’t deserve the title. I have not sympathy or empathy for any of them but I can understand why Y/N does for her father.

Such an amazing chapter please please please be sure you are taking care of yourself and are taking the time to rest. I hope you are feeling better sweetie.

Yes he does care about appearances and his image, the instgram incident worked in y/n's favor ;)

Honestly all of us would if that happens, but only Steve dies, rest of the people in there shall survive.

I think he got super emotional when she said that to him 😭 his only response was to hug her and kiss her

Her father have narcissistic tendencies and he sees himself in Steve, that's why they are so in love with each other 😂

Btw congratulations on being a soon to be mamma..so happy for you .. sending all the good vibes to you and baby 😍😍❤️❤️

Thank you, I'm getting no sleep but atleast my health is better so yay, you please take care of yourself and I expect baby updates whenever you wish to share 😍❤️

[whyse7vn]

BTS BOYFRIEND TEXTS -

[ ot7 x reader ]

lmao what is this it’s 3 am and i’m tired enjoy ^ ^

SEOKJIN -

jin: you ate without me…

y/n: did do that

jin: you said you’d wait

y/n: lied

jin: you’re not even gonna try and lie and say you tried you wait or something?

y/n: no

jin: we’re over

y/n: damn that sucks

jin: you don’t even care 😓

y/n: i do

seokjin please please please take me back i love you so much please please !!

jin: i guess i’ll give you another chance 🙄

y/n: thanks so much jinjin love you 😍😍🥰🥰🥰‼️‼️‼️‼️💕💕💓💓💓

jin: ew stop

y/n: stop what bae 😓💓

jin: that

y/n: you’re so hard to please

jin: i deserve better than you

y/n: choke

jin: i’m plotting your murder

y/n: it’s giving jin !alpha !hybrid !mafia boss !hard dom (disturbing content) minors dni

jin: i wolf you

y/n: would turn you into a rug

NAMJOON -

namjoon: got a loaf of bread

y/n: smooth like butter

namjoon: also got broke that green bowl so i bought a new one

y/n: haters gonna hate and players gonna play

namjoon: the bowl is blue tho

hope that’s ok

y/n: pretty woman

namjoon: did you eat lunch ?

y/n: everybody say no

namjoon: you should go do that then

y/n: run run run

namjoon: i think there is soup in the fridge

go check

y/n: did you see my bag ?

namjoon: is it there ?

y/n: you’re so big for no reason

namjoon: what ?

y/n: i’m looking at that photo on the fridge

namjoon: the disney one ?

y/n: yeah and you’re standing behind me you a big bitch

namjoon: thanks ?

y/n: ur built like a brick

ur so hot

lord

come home pls

namjoon: i’m on my way love

y/n: DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN THAT INTERVIEWER TOLD YOO TO PLAY UR OWN RACE LMAOOOOO

namjoon: i do

y/n: he really got you like that

foul

i would of laughed if i was there

namjoon: i know

y/n: loud asf too

namjoon: i know babe

y/n: pls he really ate you up

lord i’m laughing now

namjoon: i figured

y/n: still love you tho 🤞🏽❤️

namjoon: love you too

was the soup in the fridge ?

y/n: no

namjoon: k i’ll order something when i get back ok ?

y/n: light it up like dynamite

YOONGI -

y/n: what if i had 1 hour to live and was going bald and my leg was broken and all my family was dying from cancer right now

yoongi: it’s 8am

y/n: what if

yoongi: it’s 8am

y/n: yoongi 🥺

yoongi: it is 8 am.

y/n: ok and i am gonna kms.

what now yoongi ? what now ??

yoongi: bye

y/n: what the frick bro

fuck you

you’re an opp fr

can’t trust anyone

not a soul not even your own bf

this is so sad

all they ever do is leave you in the dirt

this is what fame does to people

man this is so sad

all this money gets to them fr fr

i can’t believe it

you switched like a pussy lil bitch 💔🗣🙏🏽

agust d too famous for me 😓😓

omg am i the next rap monster but actually black ????

you should get them braids again bae 😍

could be twins

nvm i don’t like you forgot

suga flopped 🥱‼️

bts disband

skz outsold bts 🗣🗣🗣🗣

felix should replace suga 💯

agust d a flop 🙄

cyphers ain’t even that good

suga old asf

yoongi: i am trying

y/n: omg hey bae 😍😍❤️🥵🥰

yoongi: to sleep

y/n: without me 😩⁉️

yoongi: yes

y/n: omw to america rn btw like fr fr no joke /thisisnotajokeimbeingfr

yoongi: i know

y/n: i can tell you’re so excited ur so cute love you 💞

yoongi: yeah.

going to sleep now.

y/n: rest up bro ‼️‼️‼️

see you soon g 🥱🤞🏽

HOSEOK -

y/n: i had a dream you violently slammed me into a pile of bricks

you had me by the throat

hobi: my fault

y/n: my back is broken now

hobi: sorry

y/n: it’s ok i forgive you

hobi: thank you

y/n: just don’t do it again

hobi: i promise i won’t

y/n: don’t let me down

hobi: ok

y/n: we are in love

hobi: true

y/n: cool

hobi: went into a cake shop today

y/n: what did it smell like

hobi: roses

y/n: interesting

hobi: got a small cake with a strawberry on top

y/n: photo ?

hobi: i dropped it

y/n: oh

hobi: i took a picture of it on the floor tho do you want to see ?

y/n: please

TAEHYUNG -

tae: hiiii

y/n: saw a trumpet on the tv made me think about how shit you sound playing it

tae: fuck you i’ll be great one day

y/n: i take it back ur hot

tae: fanks

y/n: we can get matching trumpets

can we put like sequins on them or will that fuck up the sound or something?

tae: idk

y/n: you should

tae: can we drink tn?

y/n: we can make a lil marching band 🥺🥺🥺

tae: also can we not invite jin this time want it to just be us

y/n: we should learn how to play dynamite

tae: and we are gonna eat yesterday’s leftovers

y/n: but if i see your fucking feet out one time today marching band dreams will come to an end ok ?

tae: but idk if i’m really feeling leftovers yk???

y/n: make sure them dogs are LOCKED away

tae: yeah idk i’ll wait until it’s time to eat then i’ll decide

y/n: what ?

tae: huh?

why are you talking about my feet

y/n: they’re scary 😟

tae: i feel like we’re on the completely different pages rn

JUNGKOOK -

jk: what if i was spiderman ?

y/n: that would be hot

jk: yeah

y/n: why aren’t you spiderman?

jk: racism.

y/n: valid

jk: do you still think i’m hot even tho i’m not spiderman?

y/n: i guess

jk: thanks

y/n: yw

jk: sorry i’m not at my full potential

y/n: i forgive you

jk: ok

y/n: ok

jk: bought a rock today

y/n: a shiny one ?

jk: no

y/n: like just a normal one ?

jk: yeah

y/n: nice.

jk: ikr

y/n: how much was it?

jk: 4k

y/n: what

jk: 4,000

y/n: jungkook

jk: yeah

y/n: what the fuck

jk: the rock seller was very convincing

y/n: can you return it ?

jk: no

y/n: what does the rock do

jk: sit ?

y/n: oh

jk: i’m gonna draw a face on it

y/n: i think i’m gonna take your card for a bit

jk: oh

y/n: yeah

jk: did i do something wrong ?

JIMIN -

jimin: watched 10 fancams of myself today

y/n: watched 10 of v

jimin: go fuck him then ???

y/n: might do that

jimin: no don’t it was a joke /j /j /j /j

y/n: don’t joke like that got my hopes up for nothing 😔💔

jimin: you would never

y/n: try me

jimin: you make me sick

y/n: 🤞🏽🤞🏽

jimin: you make me hard

y/n: i would hope so

jimin: yeah

y/n: yeah

jimin: i’m in our room

y/n: ok

jimin: just thinking

y/n: nice to know your brain still does that

jimin: you ruined it

y/n: my bad bro 🙏🏽

jimin: bro ???

y/n: bestie ?

jimin: ur so annoying

y/n: i’ll try better myself for you jimin 😔

jimin: you cant

you’re too lost

y/n: find me jimin 🥺🥺

pls find me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

jimin: i’ll try

y/n: that’s so hot 🤤🥵❤️‼️💯

[navalcriminalimagines]

Hi I've had a rough day can I get an Alden Parker fic with 18,21,&25 pleaseeee 🥺

I’m sorry to hear that, sweetie! I hope this will make your day a little better ❤️ Take care of you, I love you! 😘

18 “It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.”

21 “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.”

25 “Please talk to me about it.”

Bad day

You missed Alden.

You missed your friend.

Since he got fired from the FBI, and ended up joining NCIS, you haven’t really seen much of him. You were both busy with your jobs, and you weren’t sure how he felt about you. Him being fired how a shock and a surprise to everyone, he had to clean his stuff pretty fast, but you wished he had said goodbye.

But since he didn’t, you decided not to bother him. You exchanged texts here and there, taking news of each other but nothing more.

And you realized how important he was to you. He was your rock, he helped you keeping your sanity.

You missed him so bad. And after the day you had, he was the only one you wanted to be with. So you showed up at his place, unannounced. It was late, you were scared he may be sleeping or busy. But at least his car was there, so he had to be home.

Alden didn’t expect to see you at his place, this late. He was in his PJs, ready to go to bed. But when he opened his front door and saw you, he understood. You had that look on your face. “Hey,” you whispered. Softly smiling at you, Alden stepped to the side to let you in. “I hope I’m not—interrupting something.”

“I was about to go to bed, but that can wait.” He took a step closer to you, grabbed your hand and kissed your forehead. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah—“ there was many things you wanted to say, but at this moment, you could do was sinking for Alden’s arms. So, you hugged him and let out a deep breath when you felt him returning the hug.

“Are you okay?” He whispered.

You shook your head no. You weren’t okay. Not tonight.

You and Alden worked together for a few years, before his departure. He knew you. He knew how you were.

So he knew that you were holding back your tears. “It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.” He told you, and it was all you needed.

Alden held you through your meltdown. He held you close to him, stroked your hair and your back, he whispered in your ear that it was going to be okay, that he was there.

You stayed like this in the middle of his house for a moment. He didn’t rush you, he didn’t force you to talk. He just offered you comfort and tenderness, because he knew that it was what you needed for now.

“I miss you.” You managed to say once the cries stopped.

“I miss you, too.” He kissed your hair. “Come on,” he finally released his hold, but held your hand and guided you to his couch. He sat next to you, one arm around your shoulders and the other on your lap, where he was stroking your thigh. “Please talk to me about it.” He said.

You shook your head no though. “It’s just—I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.”

“We can do that. I was told I’m good at cuddling,” he smiled and kissed your cheek. You chuckled at that and watched him go to his kitchen, where he grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Can I pick one of your vinyls to listen to?” You asked.

“Suit yourself.”

Alden opened the bottle and poured the drinks while you choose an album for his collection to listen to.

When the first song started, you settled back on the couch, next to Alden. He gave you one of the glasses, covered you with a blanket and invited you to rest your head on his chest. “Don’t leave me again.” You said.

Alden understood what you meant. “I won’t, I promise.”

It took a few drinks for you to talk about what was wrong. When you did, Alden listened to every word, and offered comforting words. But it didn’t matter what he said.

What mattered the most was that he was there, with you and for you.

[mango-bango-bby]

Hi Mango ❤️❤️ could you do period comfort with either Kita or Osamu? Your writing's amazing thank you ily ❤️❤️

♡ The Worst Time of the Month ♡

(A/N: I feel your pain, darling 😔😔 Anyways I chose Kita cause I haven’t written for him yet!! I hope you like this and this comforts you just a little bit, sweetie 🥺👉👈 Also I’ve decided to put my masterlist link near the top of my fics)

Content Warning ⚠️: Periods

Summary: Shinsuke comforts you while you are on your period (Yan!Kita x GN!Reader *reader is able to menstruate*)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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“Shin’” You whine, curling up next to Shinsuke’s side, who was resting against the headboard. He was trying his best to comfort you while you’re in pain although he didn’t really know how to help you. “It hurts” you whine once again, groaning as another cramp hits you.

“I know, my love, I know” Shinsuke soothes, leaning down and giving you a small kiss on the forehead. Normally he wasn’t so affectionate unless he or you were in a sad mood or felt touch-starved, however you were in so much pain! How could he not want to physically love on you and comfort you?

“The medicine should kick in soon, then it shouldn’t hurt as much” Shinsuke calmly states, wiping away a stray tear from your face. You sniffle and nod a bit, holding the warm water bottle closer to your abdomen.

“Can I please have some hot chocolate? Please?” You mutter, looking up at Shinsuke with big eyes as though he wouldn’t get what you wanted anyways. “Of course” Shinsuke speaks, brushing some of the stray hair out of your face before standing up.

You let out a small ‘thank you’ before turning to your side with a whimper of pain. Shinsuke can’t stand seeing you like this, he just wishes you could be alright, not writhing in pain like you are right now. It cracks his heart with every groan, tear, and whimper.

You curl up into the fluffy blanket, whining before decided to patiently waiting for Shinsuke to come back with your hot chocolate.

After a few minutes Shinsuke comes back, cup of hot chocolate in hand for you. He gently sets it down on the bed-side-table next to you. Shinsuke sits down on the bed, where he was before he left to get you what you wanted.

“Shin’, I’m sorry I’m a burden” You murmur, taking a sip of the hot chocolate that he had brought you. You felt as though you see genuinely bothering Shinsuke by making him take care of you while you’re in pain.

“You’re not, my love” Shinsuke comforts, reaching for you and wiping the fresh tears off of your cheeks. “I’ll gladly care for you anytime you’re in pain” He continues, you smiling at his words and laying down on the bed, curled up in the blanket.

Shinsuke thinks about speaking to you again except when he looks down at you, you’re asleep. It seems the medicine finally kicked in. He can’t help but smile at your peaceful sleeping face.

“Goodnight, darling” He says quietly “I hope you’re feeling better once you wake up” He speaks, leaning down and giving you a kiss in the forehead before succumbing to sleep himself.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!