#gurgling his bodily fluids as we speak

[luvxiem]

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[virusdotsneeze]

A Sickly Hunt (Snz Fic/Sick Fic)

So like, about 2 years ago, I wrote this story that I never got around to posting. It's a Blood//borne sick fic with one of my favorite female characters in a video game, Lady M//aria. If you're interested, look up her boss fight, it's great (especially the OST!).

Anyway, I didn't post it because I kinda thought it was a bit lacking when it came to snz content.

It's a fairly short story, and the sneezing is just kind of sprinkled in here and there, but I figured there'd be no harm in posting it.

Just a quick reminder that I'm not a writer, so this might be kinda crappy. But uh. Yeah. Here it is.

Also Idk if there's anyone here that cares about lore consistency or anything like that (I highly doubt it), but uh... Idk if I'd consider this lore friendly. I tried making it lore friendly, but I just don't know how accurate this depicts hunts.

The night of the hunt, a night where the line between man and beast is blurred, and the blood of beasts and hunters alike flood the streets of Yharnam. Multiple groups of hunters gather together in packs to fend off against the beastly scourge. Bullets wiz through disfigured muscle, cleavers clank and cleave, transforming as hunters duck, dodge, and weave their way through beast attacks as they counter to land killing blows.

A group of hunters led by Gehrman, the first hunter, is settling down for a quick break somewhere in the heart of central Yharnam. The group consists of about thirty hunters, five of which—the crow hunters-- take the backlines looking after all other twenty five hunters to see if they are showing any signs of turning into a beast.

The group settles down, they stay on the sidelines of the walls, sit on the steps of stairs, some drinking water, others injecting themselves with healing blood to keep them going. No fire needs to be started, as parts around them already glow in a bright yellow flame. Gehrman goes around the group to gather any information he can. He speaks with them to plan out their next route through the city.

Towards the end of the group, a silver-haired woman, roughly around the age of eighteen years is sitting on the ground, her legs raised in front of her, her weapon, the Rakuyo, is placed against the wall. The woman massages her temples with her fingers. She begins to cough into her hand. No blood, thankfully, however she can already feel the scratchiness of her throat. She rubs her throat, trying to ease the irritating feeling. She begins to sniffle, feeling the mucus begin to drip from her nostrils as she feels a tickle in her nose.

“Heh-xxcht!” She sneezes into her glove.

She pulls her hand away form her face, able to see a few thin strings of mucus dangling from her nose to her hand. She groans, wiping the rest of the remaining mucus from her nose with her hand. With no handkerchief on her, she wipes whatever is on her hand onto a tail of her coat. It’s not like it matters, she is already coated with various bodily fluids that aren't hers.

“Hih—ih-tchu! It-tchu!” She sneezes again, not into her glove this time. Her nose looks to be a faint pink at the tip, clashing with her pale skin. She can see small strings of mucus dripping off her lips and onto her ascot, also stained with other bodily fluids. As she is about to start wiping off the mucus from her hand, a familiar voice stops her.

“Getting a cold, are we, Maria?”

Surprised, a tall, older man showing signs of aging is standing in front of her, stained in bodily fluids much like her. He’s holding out a cloth handkerchief to the woman, Maria, giving a hint of a smile.

“Gehrman, thank you. Yes, I believe it to be a cold.” She replies to him, taking the handkerchief and blowing her nose into it. A muffled gurgle emanates from her nose as she does what she can to get all the congestion out. No matter how much she blows, though, she remains sniffly with a lingering tickle.

“Thinking about heading back to the workshop, eh?” Gehrman chuckles, fixing his hat.

“Of course not. A measly cold will not stop m-mie—EH’CHU!” Sneezes Maria into the sodden handkerchief, letting out another wet blow.

“Better a cold than be a beast, Maria. I don’t think any of us would want that. Especially with you.” Gehrman places his hand under her chin and lifts her head to look him in the eyes. He smiles warmly. Maria turns her head away with a small smirk and slight chuckle.

“Well, my business with you isn’t over yet. I just came to check in with what you’re supplied with. How many blood vials do you have? Do you have enough silver bullets?” Gehrman asks crossing his arms.

Coughing, Maria reaches into her coat pocket, but before she could pull anything out, a loud bang goes off in the distance. A gunshot. The two hunters as well as all the others turn around to see a body collapse to the floor with a Hunter dressed in black feathery garb standing in front of it, holding out a pistol.

A young man, one of the hunters, walks up to the Crow Hunter, panicked.

“What the bloody hell are ya doin’!? He wouldn’t hurt a human, he was jus’ mindin’ his own!”

The Crow Hunter steps up to the young man, grabbing the collar of his garb as they put their beaked mask to his face.

“Bend down, son. Do those eyes look like the eyes of a hunter?” speaks the Crow Hunter, a heavy accent coming from the mask.

Doing as he was told, the young hunter bends down to look at his dead friend in the eyes. The pupils are dilated and grey. “Look at his canines,” ordered the Crow Hunter. The young hunter pulled on the lips of the dead man. His canines are elongated and sharp. The young hunter steps back, panicked.

The Crow Hunter sighs and begins to walk away.

“I know he was yer friend. But this is just how huntin’ goes.”

“Eileen. What happened?” asks Gehrman as the feathered figure walks towards him.

“He turned, Gehrman. His friend is a lil’ shook. That’s the first hunter to turn tonight. An’ we still have many more hours to go.” Replied the Crow Hunter, Eileen, to Gehrman.

“Ah… Such a shame, he was a young man. Well, we best start getting a move, then. Maria, status?” Gehrman motions to Maria.

“Ahem. Ah, I have most of my blood vials. I’m rather low on my silver bull-et’chxxt!” sneezed Maria into the handkerchief mid-sentence.

Eileen makes her way towards Maria and bends over to take a closer look at her eyes. A bit startled, Maria’s eyes widen, sitting further back a bit, her head against the wall. Her eyes are a pale blue, almost grey color, but very human. Seeing this, Eileen stands up.

“Gesundheit. Forgive me, Lady Maria.”

“Oh Eileen, a simple cold doesn’t relate to a beast.” Gehrman chuckled, patting Eileen on the back.

Eileen groans.

“Be’er safe than sorry, Gehrman. Ya could never know when one is to turn. I will head to the backlines, now.” Eileen walks away from the two.

“That woman is going to be one of the best Crow Hunters someday, eh? She’s about your age, too.” Gehrman looks back at Maria, as he places his blade into the wooden mechanism on his back, unfolding into a massive scythe.

“We best make our move now. The hunt is not over yet.”

[jungshookz]

ceo!yoongi - daddy’s little girl

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ summary: it seems like hwayoung might have a favourite parent, and, spoiler alert: it’s not you.

→ genre: ceo!yoongi universe, fluFF aka jimin and hwayoung in matching teddy jackets, angst because parenthood is hard, lil touch of smut because yoongi n y/n have missed each other and hwayoung keeps cockblocking them womp womp

→ wordcount: 5.5k

→ notes: if you missed the ceo!yoongiverse as much as i did i hope you’ll like this drabble!! i’m sorry it took so long ya girl’s been buSY as heck! anyways i have moVed on from google translate and i have a vEry special translator who i will not expose in case they want to remain anonymous but for those of you who were horrified by the google translate korean from a couple drabbles ago i hope this time around it’s better!! also i couldn’t come up with a better title so get ur minds out of the guTTER

if you have no idea whO ceo!yoongi is, go ahead and read the fic that started it allllllllll anyways i hope you guys like this one! feel free to flood the friCK out of my inbox i love dat shit

or if you’re interested in reading other ceo!yoongi drabbles: the proposal | x | the wedding | x | the first date | x | jealousy | x | baby makes three | x | the fishnet stockings | x | baby min’s timeline | x | the birth of baby min | x |

if u wanna ask yoongs or y/n (or hwayoung?? u won’t get a lot outta her unfortunately) anything u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

you’re pretty sure hwayoung hates you

which is NOT fair because you gRew her for nine months and um also YOU BIRTHED HER

“we’re never going to get this diaper on if you keep kiCking me” you scowl as her tiny foot digs into your (still sensitive) stomach and you wince in pain

how the frick do diapers work

it’s just deconstructed underwear and you can’t even figure it out

which way is the back????

“okay, let me just…” you lift her up a little and slide the diaper underneath and plop her bum back down

hm

no that doesn’t look right

maybe that’s the front???

“sorry, wait-“ you lift her up again and she gurgles when you whIp the diaper away from under her “okay, now i got it”

you’re about to reach out to lift her up again but then

o frick

you sigh frustratedly when her face crumples up and she starts to wail “oH my god girl why are you crying?? what is there to cry about?????? do you want to hang out in a poopy diaper all day???? i’m trying to help you!!”

she starts to cry harder and now yOU want to cry

jesus

your ears are literally about to start bleeding

this girl has a pair of lungs for sure

“hey, what’s wrong? y/n, what did you do?” you turn as yoongi walks into the nursery looking as concerned as ever

“wha- what makes you think i did something??” you scoff and yoongi plucks the diaper from your hand

“오~케이 아빠왔다! 아빠가 기저귀 빨리 갈아줄게! [oh...okay... daddy’s here! daddy’s gonna change your diaper!]” yoongi tuts and slides the diaper underneath her and her wails begin to reduce to small hiccups and whimpers “y/n, jagi, i know you’re tired but maybe you shouldn’t yell at our two-month-old child, hm?”

“i wasn’t yelling-“

“you kind of were” yoongi mutters and you clench your fists in frustration

you can’t help it

you haven’t slept in like a week so you’re exhausted and you feel like you’re about to pass out all the time

your boobs are always just,.., leaKIng

your nipples!!! are so chaffed!!! and so raw!!!!!!!!

all of your clothes are now stained with multiple types of bodily fluids

you watch as yoongi tightens the straps and then sticks the little tabs down

and the whole time

hwayoung doesn’t move and barely makes a peep

she gurgles as he tucks her legs back into the onesie and buttons her little outfit back up

“alright, you chunky monkey” he pinches her thighs and grins down at her “we’re all done! 아~ 내 째깐���기— 누구 딸이길레 이렇게 귀여운거야? [oh, you’re so cute - whose baby is this cute?]” he coos and tickles her plump lil belly

he rubs his nose against hers and her tiny palm slaps against his cheek

yoongi picks her up and cradles her in his arms and she sucks her fist into her mouth

“how about you go and take a shower? i can take care of her for a bit” yoongi murmurs and yanks her fist out of her mouth

she whines and shoves her fist back in

he doesn’t give you a choiCe because then he’s walking out of the nursery

okay

guess you’re taking a shower

you let out a long sigh as the hot water rains down on you

you don’t know how you’re going to survive motherhood

it’s already so hard

you can’t even put a diaper on

you know what

motherhood is difficult buT you know for a fact it’s going to become easier

yeah

just give it some time

everything will be fine

3AM

the sudden sound of wailing jolts you awake and you sit up immediately

the baby monitor next to you is blinking like crazy

u don’t even need the baby monitor to tell u that hwayoung is crying because her cries are so loUD

you reach over and turn on the lamp and let out a sigh

there’s some shuffling next to you and yoongi reaches over and places a hand on your bare thigh

“i got it, don’t worry.” yoongi murmurs and rubs the sleep out of his eyes with his other hand

“you had a long day at work today… i can take care of it” you bring his hand up to your mouth and press a kiss over his knuckles

“no… no….i…i got it…” yoongi rolls over onto his stomach and flops an arm over your lap

he’s basically fallen back asleep and you can’t help but snort quietly at your husband

you run your fingers through his hair gently before pushing him back so that he’s on his back

you let out another yawn and crawl out of bed

“coming, i’m coming…” you make your way down the hall to hwayoung’s room

goD

you are so tired you could pass out right now

“hi, sweet girl… can’t sleep, hm?” you scoop her up into your arms and she tucks her face into the crook of your neck and continues to sob

you can feel your shoulder getting wet from the copious amount of tears and snoT being produced by your child as you pace back and forth

you spend the next twenty or so minutes trying to calm her down but nothing seems to be working

she keeps spitting out her pacifier

you tried bouncing her and it didn’t work

you cradled her in your arms and sat in the rocking chair and it didn’t work

you even tried singing that stupid tomato song that jungkook and jimin sing to her that she seems to like (u don’t really know the lyrics so it was basically just you saying ‘tomato’ over and over again but in the tune of the song lmao)

“she’s still crying?” you look over your shoulder to see yoongi standing by the door

you’re about to respond but hwayoung lets out another ear-piercing sob

he scratches at his bare chest and lets out a yawn before holding his arms out “c’mere, give her to me”

you’re about to protest because u want to prove to yourself AND yoongi that you are capable of making your guys’ child stop crying but like

your arms are starting to get tired

and hwayoung doesn’t seem like she’s going to stop crying any time soon

the moment yoongi takes her into his arms her cries start to quiet down significantly and you’re like ????????

are u having a fever dream

is this even happening right now

“yeah, there we go… 아이고야, 아기야 울지말거라.....[no need to cry…]” yoongi coos and pats her back gently

a fat tear rolls down her cheek as she shuts her eyes and-

what

did she just fall asleep

she totally just fell asleep

“hey, look at that! easy-peasy.” yoongi teases but the smile drops from his face when he sees that you are very noT amused

“that is so not fair.” you grumble and watch him put her back in her crib

as days start bleeding into weeks you can’t help but realise just how exhausting being a mother is

you can’t even grasp the basic concept of time because you’ve been hanging out at home all day and all night

you only know it’s nighttime whenever yoongi comes back from work

yoongi’s been a vEry supportive and doting husband and father even though you know he’s super busy at work

he offers to make dinner and he gives you back massages when you need it

he’s always the first one outta bed whenever hwayoung starts crying in the middle of the night

jimin and kook stop by from time to time

most of the time they bring food for you which you’re very grateful for

the point is

usually you have someone there with you whenever things get rough

but tonight

tonight is really testing you

yoongi isn’t going to be home for a little while longer

jimin is busy at work with yoongi

jungkook’s hanging out with his other pals tonight

so it’s just you and your baby

speaking of your baby

hwayoung is being especially difficult tonight

more difficult than usual

you can’t help but wonder if she inherited the stubborn gene from you (the answer is yes in case it wasn’t already painfully clear)

she hasn’t cried in two hours which is concerning because she usually bursts into tears like every twenty minutes

that means when she eventually cries it’s going to be the most intense waiLS you think you’ll ever get from her

“you sure you don’t want any milk?” you let out a sigh of frustration as you try feeding her your nipple and she moves her head away before bursting into tears “c’mon, just-“ you try manoeuvring her head towards your boob again and she whips her head away “hwayoung, please, mommy’s boob is literally probABly going to explode if you don’t-“ she starts to cry harder and you’re pretty sure she’s going to pop a lung if she doesn’t stop “okay okAY okay no milk no milk” you shush and stand up and start bouncing her gently

you wince and reach up to cup your boob

o god

your boobs hurt so fuckign much

you need to pump some milk out before you pass out

you haven’t used the breast pump yet because hwayoung’s been diligent with the milk drinking but for some reason she’s refused to drink aLL day today which has resulted in what you think is an ovERProduction of milk in your boobs

“shh, it’s okay, there’s nothing to cry about…” you mutter as you go through the cupboards and- “ah! found it!!”

“mommy’s just gonna put you down here, okay?” hwayoung’s calmed down a bit but you know she’s still irritated because she keeps fussing and whining

you lie her down on the couch and take a seat next to her

you don’t think you’ve ever felt suCh relief in your life when you finally attach the pump to your boob and it starts suCkINg the milk out of your body

“thank god..” you sigh and rest your head back against the couch

all that can be heard in the room is the continuous pumping of the machine with hwayoung’s occasional babble thrown in

see

everything’s fine

you glance over and-

“hwayoung-!” you gasp and imMediately reach out to grab her before she can roll off the damn couch

and then all hell breaks loose

your hand knocks against the bottle attached to your boob when your arms whIP out to grab onto her

the bottle tumbles onto the ground and you literally want to die when the milk spills out and starts soaking into the rug

that was

that was like all of your milk

that was hwayoung’s meal and it’s all gone

“fuckin-“ hwayoung’s shrieking at this point and you have no idea what to do

here you are in the middle of the living room with a boob hanging out of your nurSing bra with your child crying into the crook of your neck

“okay, it’s fine, don’t cry!” you seem like you’re telling yourself that rather than hwayoung

you groan in pain when you shoVe your sore boob back into your bra and you don’t even bother buttoning yoongi’s shirt up because there’s no timE

“okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, mommy’s here,” you try to shush hwayoung as you furiously dab at the carpet with her ducky blanket

she’s squirming in your grip and you wince when she smacks her tiny fist against your face

“-daddy heard your crying all the way from- woAh what the hell” the last thing yoongi expects to see when he walks into the penthouse is the sight of you on your knees scrubbing at the carpet while cradling hwayoung in your arms (who is squirming so much she’s literally about to faLL out of your arms)  

“take her, i need to clean up the milk” yoongi rushes over and takes hwayoung from you and you immediately zip to the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies

“눈물 뚝... [don’t cry, don’t cry...]” yoongi whispers and bounces her in his arms

she continues blubbering and big fat tears roll down the sides of her face “화영아 울지마... 아빠야.. [hwayoungie, don’t cry... it’s daddy...] no, no! don’t cry, it’s okay!] y/n, what happened??”

“i- it’s fine, everything’s fine, it was an accident,” you breathe out as you come back with a damp cloth “-i was pumping milk and i put her down and i wasn’t paying attention and she was wiggling around a lot and i guess she squirmed all the way to the edge of the couch buT BUT i caught her! i caught her and ended up ripPing the pump off my boob-“ you drop to your knees and start dabbing at the milk

it’s too late

most of it has soaked into the rug and you don’t want the living room to reek of your crusty breast milk when it fully dries

shiT

you should grab the bleach

but this rug was eXPENSIVE

“i’ll go put her to bed, okay? i’ll be right back”

you don’t know if it’s the hormones or the lack of sleep or whatever but suddenly you feel your eyes starting to well up with tears the moment you’re left alone

it’s just

you’re so overwhelmed and so tired

hwayoung hates you

you can’t do anything right

you can’t even put a damn diaper on your baby

you can’t get her to drink from your stupid boob

and not to mention it took you like 20 minutes to figure out how to attach a pump to your boOb

your movements start to slow down significantly when it hits you

you’re an unfit mother

it’s true

you are an unfit mother

“she’s a bit fussy tonight, no?” yoongi jokes as he comes down the stairs

he purses his lips when you don’t reply and continue to scrub fuRIously at the rug “…lemme help-“

“no, it’s okay.” you shake your head quickly and swallow the lump growing in your throat

yoongi kinda stands there awkwardly because he doesn’t know,..,,. what to do.,.,

“okay. uh… do you… want pizza for dinner? cauliflower crust good with you.” he jokes aGain as he loosens his tie

and once again

he’s met with nothing but silence

he feels like this is the calm before the storm

something’s coming

u know what

he’s just going to call the pizza place

he’ll make sure to get extra garlic dip for u

hopefully that’ll cheer you up a bit

you lean back against the couch and look down at the dark patch on the rug

okay well

you got most of the milk out

so everything is fine now

yes

everything is fine

you press your lips together to try and suppress the incoming soB because you know yoongi’s tired and he probably doesn’t want to deal with-  

“i’m a terrible mother!” you burst into tears and immediately reach up to cover your face with your hands and yoongi jumps in surprise

thEre it is

“baby, no! you’re not a terrible mother!!” yoongi’s brows knit together and he drops to the ground right next to you

you immediately launch yourself into yoongi’s arms and bury your face into the crook of his neck

“i just don’t understand why i can’t do anything right like i can’t [hiccup] even change her diaper i don’t know [sob] what the f-front of the diaper looks like and what the back of the diaper [hiccup] looks like and she won’T EVEN drINk from my b-boob so now my boobs huRT [sob] and i know it’s not her fault because it’s always my fault i’m the one who keeps messing up howamisupposedtotakecareofababywhenicanbarelytakecareofmyself-“  

yoongi can barely understand what you’re saying because your words are muffled and you’re blurring them together pluS you’re uncontrollably sobbing but he manages to make out a couple of your sentences

he lets you cry and cry and crY out all your anger and sadness and frustrations for the next ten minutes until you quite literally have no tears left to cry

you sniffle and pull away from yoongi

your eyes are watery and puffy and your nose is red and your lips are swollen “…so how was work?”

“you aren’t a terrible mother.” yoongi deadpans before reaching up to cup your cheeks “how’d you manage to get that silly idea into your head?”

you scoff and reach up to wipe at your eyes “yoongi, i can’t do anything right. you’re nailing this whole being a parent thing and i’m just fucking it up for everyone.”

“no, you’re not! and you’re not alone, you know that! we’re both in this together - last time i checked, hwayoung is half of you and half of me. i have my fuck up moments too! i didn’t tell you this because i didn’t want you to get mad but i accidentally clipped hwayoung’s finger when i was cutting her fingernails and there was a little bit of blood but-“

“you whAT-“

“-not to mention, you have jimin and unfortunately you have jungkook too but the point is you are not alone in this!!! i know things are hard right now because babies are difficult but you are not a terrible mother. you take care of hwayoung-ie so well and you love her so much and i can’t even think of any woman more perfect than you to raise my child. it’ll get better, i promise. but for now, the most important thing you need to know is that you are not a terrible mother.” yoongi holds your face up “look at me and say it.”

your eyes flicker up to him before they look back down at the rug “…u r not a terrible mother”

“y/n, seriously-“

“i am not a terrible mother.” you murmur and reach up to wipe at your puffy eyes

“i would ask you to say it louder but i’m not risking waking the baby up.” yoongi laughs lightly and wipes a stray tear away for you before giving you a sweet lil kiss “you okay?”

“ya i guess so... you still gonna order pizza for us?”

“mhm”

“with extra cheese?”

“yup”

“and stuffed crust?”

“…well now you’re just pushing it buT yes, you deserve stuffed crust.”

:-)

yoongi was right

things got better

“what’s the matter with this film?? it’s about mermaids! i’m sure you’ll grow to like mermaids.” you look over at hwayoung who’s just chilling in her little rocker

since you and yoongi are ~millennial~ parents obviously you guys had to get your baby more modern things

it’s a rocker that rocks itself!!

..or maybe u guys are just lazy lol

hwayoung gurgles and her little arms flail around a bit

“unless you wanna watch basketball or something.” you mutter and switch the channel

you’re sitting on the ground next to her and the both of you are just enjoying each others’ company

once again hwayoung’s pudgy bread roll arms flail around

“what’s the matter, miss fussy?” you coo and pull her out of the rocker gently and proceed to place her on your chest

you lower the volume on the tv because you figure she’d appreciate more silence since she’s tryna go to sleep

“alright alright just gimme a second to get comfortable.” you can’t help but laugh when she lets out the tiniest most adorable yawn

you sit on the couch and lean back a bit and hwayoung burrows her face into the crook of your neck before turning and squishing her cheek against your shoulder

and-

you pause

“…hwayoung?” you whisper and awkwardly crane your neck so you can kINda look at her face

oh my god

she fell asleep

no way

you press your lips together to keep yourself from scREECHING in excitement because she nEVER falls asleep in your arms!!!!!!! EVER

holy shit

ok

oh god

now you can’t move because u don’t want to wake her up

u know what it’s totally fine because the point is hwayoung is sleeping on yOU

“i can do this.” you breathe out as you look up at the ceiling

yeah

you can do this

you’re not a terrible mother

yoongi shuts the door behind him as quietly as he can

the penthouse is eerily quiet tonight and yoongi’s only slightly concerned

he’s tempted to call out for you but he doesn’t want to just in case-

oh

aw

yoongi has to press his lips together to suppress the big fat grin on his face because there you are

there you are

asleep on the couch with an arm hanging off the edge while the other is wrapped around hwayoung

meanwhile hwayoung is sprawled on top of you with her lil cheek smushed against your chest

her little duckie blanket is tossed over her

the two of you are drooling which yoongi finds absolutely endearing

“c’mere...” yoongi scoops hwayoung up from your chest and cradles her in his arms

she stirs in her sleep and her little nose twitches (yoongi wants to melt right then and there because she definitely picked that up from you!!)

he tucks her into bed as slowly as possible so that she doesn’t wake up

of course his head knocks into the mobile hanging above her bed and it jingles a little bit

luckily she’s a deep sleeper

he picks up her little chocolate chip cookie plushie (you named it shooky for some reason which don’t even make any damn sense) and places it right next to her head

and then he just takes a moment to admire her

wow

that’s his little baby

that’s his daughter

he never thought he’d be a dad this young

heck

he didn’t even think he’d be married this young but

u know what

life works in funny ways

and he’s pretty sure he’s the luckiest guy in the world

the floorboards creak under his feet as he makes his way back to you

he bends down and reaches over to move a strand of hair away from your face

“y/n…” yoongi whispers and smiles fondly when you stir in your sleep

there’s that nose twitch

you peel an eye open before reaching over to cup yoongi’s jaw “hey… you’re finally ho-“ suddenly you sit straIGHt up and look down

“i put her in bed a minute ago” you visibly relax and you let out a sigh before lying back down

“she fell asleep on me tonight” you hum happily “i think she likes me”

yoongi snorts and rolls his eyes before getting back up onto his feet “c’mon, you. let’s get you into bed too” you let out a whine and swat lazily at his hand

“i’m too tired to move”

classic

yoongi bends down to pick you up

you wrap your arms around his neck and he wraps your legs around his waist

“c’mon, you big baby.”

he bounces you a little to make sure he has a good grip on you and you hum

this position feels very familiar hEhe

“i thought you were tired” yoongi teases when he feels you begin to plant kisses down his neck as he makes his way up the stairs

“changed my mind” you murmur

one hand wraps around the nape of his neck

meanwhile your other hand wraps around his bicep and you give him a lil squeeze

hoLy moly

“have you been working out?” you pull away from him and yoongi raises his eyebrows

“if by rocking our child to sleep every night for like two hours straight, then yes, i have been working out”

yoongi plops you down on the mattress before settling in between your legs

you wrap your legs around his waist and yoongi can’t help but laugh because he’s trYIng to undo his tie but you keep pawing at him

“what’s gotten into you??” you’ve sat up to unbuckle his belt

you are a woman on a mission

and he’s not complaining

you’re just being vERY speedy

“our baby might start crying at any moment-“

“she sleeps like a log-“

“buT she always starts crying at the most inconvenient time!! it’s like she knows everythING that goes on- christ, you’re really taking your sweet time with- you know what-“ suddenly everything whiRLS and yoongi’s staring up at the ceiling

he blinks twice

what the heck

“now shut up and enjoy the ride.”

god

he really is the luckiest guy in the world

“look, we match!” jimin beams

he has hwayoung cradled in his arms and she’s sucking on her fist while wearing the most adorable teddy jacket

and jimin

jiMIN is wearing an equally as adorable teddy jacket and you’re pretty sure your heart stops beating when he nuzzles his nose into her cheek

they’re both so squishy

she places her hand over his mouth and pinches his plump bottom lip in response and he yelps in pain which then triggers hwayoung to become a giggling mess

“y/n, take a picture!!” jimin hands you his phone and points to you in an attempt to get hwayoung to look at the camera

she keeps staring at him as if she were completely entranced by his beauty which.,.,. is fair

jungkook appears behind you and starts whistling and popping his tongue “정국삼촌보세요!!! [look at uncle jungkook!]”

jimin grins for the camera and squishes his cheek against hwayoung’s as he squeezes her tight

hwayoung squeals in delight when jungkook sticks his tongue out and crosses his eyes and you snap the picture quickly

“got it??” jimin bounces hwayoung up and down while continuing to squish his cheek against hers

you nod and hand his phone back to him expEcting him to give you hwayoung

“i’m taking her for the rest of the day!! i have to show the reSt of the office my baby”

“your baby?? i’m the one who pushed her out of my vagina!” you scoff and jimin puShes past you while baby-talking to hwayoung

“look at you in your little teddy jacket, you cutie! uncle jimin loves spoiling you, yes he does! i’m gonna take you on a shopping spree and you can buy whatever your little heart wants!”  

she babbles back to him and shoves her fist back into her mouth

“화영이 내꺼~야, 삼촌이 더 좋지? [hwayoung is mine~ i’m better, right?]” jimin coos and you watch as he disappears down the hallway

well

you’re probably never going to get your child back now

jungkook didn’t think he’d like hwayoung as much as he does because like

babies are disgusting

and annoying

and loud

and they drool and poop everywhere and they’re just constantly leaking fluids

but bitch

he is W HI P P ED for this baby with a capital wH

“i love tummy time, don’t you?” jungkook sighs and rests his cheek against his fist before looking over at hwayoung

he reaches over to squeeze her bread roll arm

squidge

uWU

“i’m gonna eat ur little bread roll arms yes i am yes i am” he shifts closer and leans down to nip at her elbow and she squawks

you can’t help but snort before returning your attention back to your laptop

you set up hwayoung’s mobile in yoongi’s office and jungkook popped over with your coffee and is supposed to go back to work immediately but here he is lying on the floor with your baby

hwayoung gurgles before letting out a huff and squishing her cheek against the floor

keeping your head up is hard work okAy give her a break

jungkook flips over onto his back and reaches up to whack at the little moon plush that’s hanging from the top of the mobile

hwayoung lets out a muffled whine because her face is currently smooshed against the floor seeing that she cannoT LIFT HER HEAD SOMEONE HELP HER

“알았~어 인제 한번 뒤집어보자? [okay~ how about we flip you over?]” jungkook tilts his head backwards so that he can look at hwayoung but all he sees is the top of her head

he sits up before turning and picking hwayoung up gently and flips her over like a lil pancake

“jungkook, careful” you scowl and jungkook waves you off before reaching down to flick the moon plush

hwayoung reaches up to try and grab it

her chubby fingers brush against the bottom of it and jungkook coos

“you can’t reach the moon because of your sausage fingers, ya loser” he teases and reaches down to boop her nose and she swats at his finger

jungkook is still hooked on this bread roll arm thing (he’ll never get over it for as long as he lives) and pretty soon all that can be heard in the room is him fAWning over hwayoung

“얘는 팔에 식빵 있네! 식빵 사세요!!! [this baby has bread-roll arms! come buy this bread!]” he laughs as he wiggles her plump arm around

yep

caPITAL wH

“and if those papers aren’t on my desk by monday morning 8am you can consider yourself fiREd” yoongi barks before slamming the phone back down onto the receiver “ridiculous! absolutely ridiculous” he scoffs and whips around

hwayoung squawks in the baby carrier and wraps her tiny fingers around yoongi’s pointer finger

“하.. 나진짜! [i mean, seriously!]” yoongi bounces up and down as he continues to ramble on and on “이 사람들은 내 시간 낭비하는게 일인가.. 서류 작성하는게 뭔 어���운 일이라고...??[these people are wasting my time! how hard is it to fill out documents??]”

when the korean comes out that’s when you know yoongi’s suPer pissed

you poke your head through the crack of the door and you’re only a little surprised to see yoongi pacing back and forth ranting angrily while hwayoung lets out the occasional babble

she looks at you like she wants you to save her from this hELL because yoongi’s bouncing her a little bit too aggressively now

she’s got her fingers wrapped around his pointer finger as he goes oN and oN

yoongi looks down at the baby attached to his chest “don’t you think this is ridiculous? i’m probably going to have to start firing people at this rate.”

hwayoung looks up at him and gurgles

“누구 해고하는거 내 마음인데, [i can fire whoever i want] thank you very much.”

“agha”

“얘네 무능하다 [they’re incompetent], that’s why!”

“bajdsl”

hm

this seems like a daddy-daughter moment

you’ll leave them alone for now

“you look like such a dad.” you snort and yoongi glances over at you before returning his attention to the TV

“i am a dad.”

he’s wearing a plaid button-up pyjama top with a t-shirt underneath (because it’s still a lil cold out) and hwayoung is lying on his chest just snoozing away

she’s wearing a matching plaid onesie which is adorable and u know yoongi did it on puRpose

you sit down next to yoongi and peek at hwayoung

her cheek is squished against his chest and you can’t help but poke her little nose

you rest your head on yoongi’s shoulder n he gives the top of your head a kiss

in this moment you can’t help but feel overwhelmingly happy

because you love your husband

and you love your daughter

“…i think hwayoung just pooped.”

…and you love your lil family of three.

[fuwafuwamedb]

Upon A Mountain Peak (Rin, Cu Chulainn)

The winds howled greatly over the mountaintops, sending loose snow drifting off through the air. The resulting mist, not made of rainfall but of the white flakes, met his face as he trudged through bit after bit of this trip.

With the howling winds came the lack of air and the lack of warmth. No trees could dare to live upon this domain. No animal, not hare nor bear, could surmount the great freeze that made this land unbearable.

This was a mountain that those who wished to die traversed for the sheer opportunity to die.

These steps he took, this distance he traveled, was an echo to the mentor to which he had trained under.

“If you are truly without hope of warmth and life,” the woman had told him. “There is a mountain. All those but a select few will die if they reach the summit. If you can reach the summit.”

Her attention had returned to the youth she was teaching, her hands fixing his grip on the staff in his hands.

“Not even you can survive that cold, Setanta.”

His skin hadn’t even felt the temperatures.

His fur cover had been shed a league back. His shoes had been abandoned several steps back as well. His hair was loose and wild as the wind clawed at him.

Yet, he could not feel the cold.

The warmth of fires was lost to him. The comforts of a woman’s arms and a pleasures of a warm bed had been taken from him. All he could feel was this numbness in his bones.

Each step, which should have been any man’s last, felt like every other.

Perhaps he had been cursed by the fae.

Perhaps he was damned to an eternity beneath Lugh’s feet.

Further and further he went into the bright abyss. Higher and higher he went, without food or water. He could feel the world pushing him back. He could feel the snow fighting to refuse to let him move forward.

Life, it felt, begged him to return from hence he came.

But… there was no purpose in this life.

A life without the joys and experiences, without pains and pleasures, without warmth and cold; it was no life at all.

Cu took another step before his eyes fell onto the top of the mountain.

Just ahead, without any kind of grand event, lay a body.

The winds whipped at her brown hair, drifting it back and forth. A series of what appeared to be jewels lay in a circle around her, keeping the cold from freezing her precious body to bits.

No, rather than lying in the completely frozen and blue tinged grip of death, the body before him lay with rosy cheeks and a steady rise and fall of her chest.

How had she gotten here?

What was she doing here?

Cu looked around a moment before he turned.

The woman didn’t need to be on the mountain like this. She needed to be somewhere like with his mentor. It was apparent enough that Scathach had said to traverse here without any point in mind. Or perhaps, the point was maybe to show that everyone wanted to die and that was just the way of it.

His mentor was a bit uncaring about her demise, since she’d never died yet.

His fur was found two leagues down, caught in a chunk of ice that had snagged some of that fur. He carried it and his shoes that he found up to the mountaintop, eyeing the jeweled barrier around the woman.

She would freeze…

There was little choice though. She couldn’t simply remain here.

He reached through the gems, cutting off their power the moment he did. A gust of wind blew frigid snow only the woman, making her shiver greatly.

Had there been the capability to open her eyes, he imagined that she would have, but her face was already turning blue.

Death was eager for her.

He yanked the woman close, pressing her body around his own and tying his fur around her body. She would have her face pressed to his chest for the descent, but it was better smelling the sweat of his skin than to feel death claiming her. Her hands and feet were shoved into his boots, the size enough to handle those dainty things.

Down they went.

The world around them was a cloud of icy vengeance. The world below them was a dark swirling mass of limbo. They traversed for ages, with him pressing her face against him here and there when she stirred.

If she lifted her head from him, she would die.

If she lost a boot, those limbs would be gone. The frostbite would kill her fingers in mere minutes. Her arms and legs would rot within an hour.

He, on the other hand, could lose nothing.

It was two days before they were low enough for trees. Two days of the woman’s body against his own, of having to pause at times to check on her.

Warming her enough to complete functions necessary for life had been a challenge.

He pulled the spare bit of cloth he had ripped from his attire from her forehead and eyes, watching a pair of blue eyes open. He inched them both close to the pool of clear blue water that he’d found and spoke quietly since the winds were gone.

“You need to warm up and move.”

Her eyes were the clearest and most vibrant color he had ever seen. Her dark hair hung around her face loosely, tussled and knotted from their time traveling.

She looked around before speaking.

“There’s still snow on the ground.”

“I will warm the spring,” he promised her.

It wouldn’t be terribly long before they would make it to civilization, but they smelled of bad cess and vulgar bodily fluids. The two of them needed to clean up, lest they be cast out from the very people they would need to depend on.

His companion looked to the water.

“Watch for a moment,” he bid. His foot, barely showing signs of his climb or descent, dipped into the waters. And then, with great gurgling, the water began to steam. The heat rose towards them, making the woman in his arms hum happily.

Her hands released him. Her body dove beneath the waters, forgetting that her clothing was on. She all but purred like the mouser’s kitten finding comfort in the hearth.

That smile, thrown his way, was ravishing.

Yet he felt none of the heat he had given to the waters. Yet he felt nothing special about the steam hitting his face…

The only thing he felt was the stutter in his chest at her pleasure.

“Are you able to come in more?” She asked.

He shook his head.

If he did, he would have to hold back what gifts the gods had given him in his being born from Lugh. The water would all evaporate if he went in. It was just warm enough to be able to allow her to risk being wet outside.

“How will you clean off?”

“I won’t.”

Once she was back with those who could care for her, he would resume his hunt for breaking the curse upon him or simply surrendering to the elements. He had no need for cleaning-

A wave of water splashed against him.

The vixen, smirking up at him, leaned lower in the waters.

“If you can’t get in more, then we’ll be methodical. You can stick your hair in and I can wash you a bit while you sit there.”

“Woman-“

“Rin.”

He blinked.

“You saved my life. I don’t know what happened to me or where I am, but you saved me from death.” The woman smiled. “My name is Rin. I um… found myself in this land and-“

“You’re from Connacht.”

He knew the lilt of that voice, the way she was speaking.

Reminded him of the cattle raids.

The woman looked up at him before smiling and nodding.

“I am from Connacht. I’m the adopted child of Medb.”

Adopted child?

Cu sighed, “woman, you can’t be somethin’ like that.”

Medb had plenty of kin. She had no use to adopt… not unless there was something about the woman that she could use for her own gain.

She must not have trusted him yet.

“Finish bathing,” Cu told her simply. “We need to keep moving.”

He’d have Scathach interrogate her.

[mikeg4534]

My father

I didn’t hate him. He was always the fool, the outsider, the cause of all our problems. 

But I didn’t hate him. And not because he always worked tirelessly, bringing back his overtime pay to add to our meager savings. Nor because he kept his optimism despite how he was treated like shit (which I admit I did as well at times). 

No I didn’t hate him. Despite what our relationship may have looked like from the outside, he was a friend. Not the kind you talk to or spend any time with though. I mean I couldn’t even speak his language past a sentence. But he was there, and knowing that was good enough. 

And then he got cancer. All of a sudden he was on everyone’s mind. Friends, family, even co-workers consoled him. “It will be alright”. “You can beat it”. But I didn’t offer such comfort. I only asked him if he wanted to live. Laughing he said he did. 

That’s when I vowed to do all I could to save him. Not because I didn’t hate him. To be fair I wasn’t even ready to admit that at the time. No I did it because he chose life, and I didn’t want to fail him. 

So he went and got chemo. At first everything went great. His body reacted well; he didn’t even lose his hair. Sure there was pain, mainly from the immune system boosters. And of course there was vomiting. But after 3 months scans showed his tumor hadn’t grown or spread. We were all optimistic.

The next step was surgery. Bladder reconstruction to be precise. Everything worked well, no stoma, no unexpected complications. I was convinced I had kept my word. He had his life back and we could all go home. 

A few months went by. Slowly the pain returned. His doctors told him it was referred, nothing to worry about. CT revealed nothing. But his pain continued. Then they did a PET scan. 

And everything lit up. Multiple masses, activity in the lymph nodes. It had metastasized. How did they miss it? How did I miss it? It was like a bad dream, and I couldn’t imagine how he felt. I didn’t ask him though; I only asked if he wanted to live. This time he didn’t laugh but he still said yes. 

So we went back to the oncologist. Surgery was no longer an option. Genetic testing showed he was suited for immunotherapy. But the cancer was too advanced to try. It was probably back to the chemo, but only to treat. A cure seemed unlikely. 

He sat there and listened to it all. And then he threw up. I remember my heart sinking as I heard him emptying his stomach into the toilet. I remember him shouting that bile was coming out. There was nothing I could do.

The next few months were tragic. He was constantly between hospitals and rehab centers. Chemo wasn’t having any effect. His body withered; he lost the strength to walk on his own. His face grew gaunt, his beard grew out. My grandmom said he looked like a dead man. 

But that was still bearable. Where I lost hope was when his mind started to go. I remember being called to the rehab center to drive him home only to see him speaking nonsense, incoherent, lost and afraid. I held his hand, and I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I even touched him. He was my father, and he was dying. That was the first time I cried in years. 

At one point my brother visited. We both went to see him in the hospital. The chemo was all but useless at this point and his doctor wanted him to choose between immunotherapy and palliative care, basically death. For the moment, he was still mentally aware. Everyone was there for support. It was his life and his decision. 

My dad cried for a while. I think he knew the reality of his situation. He called both my brother and I to him. He told us he had done everything he could for us. I said I understood. My brother told him to keep fighting. I knew it was a selfish thing to say, but I couldn’t blame him for saying it. He hadn’t seen what I had for the last couple months. He still had hope. 

The next day my dad chose immunotherapy. The fight continued. He stayed in the hospital for a week longer, then tried to come home. But almost immediately he got a UTI and became septic. So he went back to the hospital. I stayed with him in the ER until he was admitted. He seemed happy that I was there. 

From there he went back to the rehab center. He was permanently on antibiotics. I visited as often as I could. So did my mom. We tried to cheer him up, to make him comfortable. He didn’t talk much. When his stay expired, he was brought home on a stretcher. As he was leaving the rehab center, he waved goodbye to the nurses. He was happy to be going home. 

But his mind was nearly gone. He needed constant care. My mom became his caretaker, changing his diaper, feeding him meals. She bought a camera so she could keep an eye on his condition at all times. He had an immunotherapy appointment in a few days. He just had to persevere. 

An ambulance brought him to the appointment. It was clear he was in no condition for treatment. He was no longer coherent. He would stare into space and occasionally utter thoughts that were on his mind. The doctor came and immediately recommended hospice. It was over. I couldn’t even look at him, lying there delirious and dying. I had failed. 

He died 3 days later. There were no last words, no peaceful rest, not even painlessness. He died gurgling on his own bodily fluids, emaciated and clueless. My mom wouldn’t even go into his room. She was the one who had stayed with him the previous night. She said it was awful and she didn’t want those memories. 

I went into the room though. I needed some sort of closure. There he was on his back, his mouth open, his body still. He looked calm, but he was gone. I gave his shoulder a squeeze. My father was dead. 

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I couldn’t say anything at the funeral. My brother said some words about how he would miss watching soccer with him but I couldn’t say anything. I just took the shovel and poured a few scoops of dirt over his coffin. I even did it hastily. I just wanted the ritual to be over. 

Now, half a year later, I can finally say something. I didn’t hate my dad. He was a good person. He lived honestly. He lived simply. He was a hard worker. He loved his family. He loved his children. He chose to fight until the end. I’m going to miss him. He was my dad. And I loved him.