#sobbing and crying and screaming all at once

[ghouljams]

This was giving your dad!ghost :((

Ghost does not handle any of his girls getting hurt well. He's been through actual hell and yet it's sitting in the hospital while his kid gets patched up that sends him into a spiral. So here's Cowboy!Ghost dealing with his kids getting hurt:

It happens in a split second. Mary's on the pony and then she isn't, the usually docile animal panicking and trying to get as far away from the wailing little girl as possible. Ghost vaults the fence while you try to corral the pony and skid to a stop next to his daughter. Big fat tears roll down her face, her little hand smearing snot over her cheek as her other arm hangs bent at her side. Simon's stomach churns, he knows a break when he sees one, and he's seen plenty. They've never set his nerves on edge like this one.

He shushes his daughter, gathers her in his arms as carefully as he can, trying not to jostle the break more than necessary. It's heart breaking to hear her cry like this, her hiccupped sobbing as she presses her face against Simon's shoulder and tells him "it hurts daddy" makes blind panic seize him. Fuck's sake he's broken arms before, he's been shot, hung by his ribs, buried alive, but somehow hearing his daughter cry twists a knife so deep in his gut it hurts worse than death always seemed to.

Simon holds her the whole way to the hospital. He lets her wipe her snot all over his shirt and soak his shoulder with her tears. His baby, his poor little girl. He should've been watching the horse, he should've been keeping a closer eye on her. He holds Mary's hand (the good one) and imagines all the worst case scenarios that could happen while you talk to the doctor. Simon almost rips the man's hand off when he touches Mary's arm and she whimpers.

Ghost sits in the ice cream shop with his daughter in a bright pink cast, watching you help her put stickers on it and thinks there's no way he can go through this again. He's bubble wrapping this girl.

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A sharp cry of a scream, quickly cut off with a sniffled whine. Ghost whips the door open to see his daughter holding her fingers tight against her chest. She looks up at him with a glare that could almost rival yours as you ask what happened from the other room

"Daddy closed the door on my fingers!" Bibi yells back, her pout reinforced by the tears blossoming in her eyes.

"Baby," Simon chokes, reaching for her. Bibi turns tail and runs off to her room with a sniffle and a:

"No! I hate daddy!"

Simon feels something break in him, and drops to his knees. He presses his hands over his eyes, tries to get a grip on what's slipped loose inside him. You wander out of the baby's room to check on the situation and Simon looks up at you like he's killed someone. The hollowness in his eyes when he drops his hands makes you raise a brow. Simon takes a deep breath and you have to stuff down your smile when he tells you:

"I hurt her," with all the severity of a deathbed confession, "She hates me."

"Si..." Your lips pull tight, he doesn't appreciate your humor in his failures as a father, "she's three."

It takes a bit of coaxing to get Simon up and into the girls' room, even more to get him past the doorway once he see Bibi laying facedown on her toddler bed crying. He feels big and out of place sitting on the little bed, even more so settling a hand on his daughter's back. It feels awkward, like it isn't enough to make up for the sin he's committed. How could he ever think he could have children, he's not made for this.

She turns to look at him, pouting, it breaks his heart. "Lemme see your fingers baby," He implores, helping the little girl sit up. She holds her hand up and he carefully inspects the little digits, all red and bruised from where he'd closed the bathroom door on her. He kisses the tip of her fingers and she gives a watery little laugh. "I'm so sorry Abs," He tells his daughter pulling her into a hug as she wraps her little arms around his neck.

"I sorry too daddy," she tells him and Simon sighs with relief. She doesn't hate him. That's good.

-

Jackie has to be the most accident prone kid on earth and she's going to be the death of her father. He doesn't remember two being such a dangerous age, but it feels like every time he turns around the kid has knocked her head on something or tripped or- something. Simon sweeps her up out of the way before a goat can butt its head against her. She giggles as he sets her on the other side of the paddock fence and watches her run after one of the barn cats. Only to face plant into the grass.

It seizes Simon's poor heart every time, watching like a hawk as she pushes herself onto her hands and knees and gets to standing again. "Ok Dad-dy," She tells him, the same way his other two do every time they fall. No tears, just a bruise or two. Now if he could just get her to keep this "no broken bones" attitude when she needed shots...

#simon ghost riley #x oc #cod x oc #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #oc: goose #oc: mary “frog” Price #oc: abigail “bibi” Price #oc: Jackie Price #simon riley x reader #simon riley #cowboy!ghost #cowboy au #baby jams #ghoul babies

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꥟ part of the ‘enchanted’ collection. main masterlist.

IN WHICH… Luke Castellan has returned from his quest, but he refuses to see anyone. Too bad you’ve been assigned to watch over him.

W.C: 4.3k

You didn’t like being awoken in the middle of the night. Not by your siblings, not by a nightmare, and definitely not by Chiron.

He’d practically forced you awake, and then started telling you that there was an emergency and you were desperately needed.

Your sleep stricken mind you’d barely been able to process it, blinking a few times as you sat up slowly. Chiron stared at you expectantly, like he expected you to jump out of bed and follow him. If he wanted someone to do that, he should’ve woken up a morning person.

“…What?”

Chiron didn’t repeat himself, instead just leaving the building with a hushed whisper of, “Follow me.”

You swallowed, blinked again, and then did as you were told, slipping on a pair of crocs and wrapping your arms around your chest. The night time summer air was cold, and goosebumps rose on your skin as you followed the centaur.

Chiron didn’t say anything as you walked, well, more like jogged, and it frustrated you. Where was he taking you? What was so important that he had to wake you, and only you, up in the middle of the night?

“Chiron,” You whispered, “What’s going on?”

“Luke’s returned from his quest,” He said as you approached the Big House.

You grinned. You didn’t know Luke all that well, but you knew everyone was excitedly awaiting his return. But, your smile dropped once you noticed the worried knit in Chirons brow. “That’s supposed to be good, isn’t it?”

Chiron sighed as he placed his hand on the front door, an unusual look of worry and maybe even fear in his eyes. “I want you to be prepared when we go in here. Remember, I chose you because I believe you are the most capable in calming him.”

Your mouth went dry as you realized something was very, very wrong. “Calming… who? Luke? Did something happen?”

Chiron doesn’t say anything, instead turning the doorknob and practically forcing you inside. You wish he hadn’t.

The first thing you notice is the sobbing. Pure, unfiltered, scream-crying that makes your heart ache for someone you don’t even know. Then it’s the people, nymphs running around in a panic, random medical supplies and blankets dropping from their arms as they dart around the room.

Then it’s Mr. D. You’ve never seen Dionsysis as anything other than annoyed and irritated. But right now, he looks nervous. Scared. It’s terrifying.

You can’t tell where the sobbing is coming from, it’s so loud it feels like it’s all-consuming. Like it’s coming from every inch of the room.

You turn to Chiron, slight determination in your features, “Where is he?”

Chiron looks almost relieved, like he was expecting you to turn tail and run. Honestly? You wanted to. You weren’t equipped to handle something like this, and you had no idea what was wrong with him anyway!

He gestures towards the stairs, “First room on the left. Grover and some other satyrs are in there with him. I’ll have a nymph bring you the things you’ll need, just try to calm him down for now, alright?” You nod, sucking in a breath as he walks away from you.

There’s not many things to say as you approach the room. You can hear the Satyrs and their hushed whispers of panic and worry, and you can hear the pain in Luke’s screams. The way he cries like he’s been torn limb from limb, and maybe he had been.

You take a deep breath before you peak into the room, but you can’t see Luke. You can see Grover, tears in his eyes as tries wiping something in front of him. You notice the blood that coats his shirt and hands, the deep red cloths that surround him.

A satyr you recognize, Alder, notices you first. And you see the relief that floods his body when he does.

You swallow, and enter the room. Hands clammy as you approach Alder. Your voice wobbles a bit as you speak, “Give me a rundown of what happened.”

Alder is shaking, his breath coming in unevenly. “He- he got back barely even ten minutes ago, and he was sobbing. I couldn’t see his face at first so I didn’t understand but- but-” He sucks in another breath, squeezing his eyes shut. “It’s deep, Y/N.”

You nod. You still don’t understand completely- but you know it must be a cut of sorts which helps relieve you a bit. At least now you have an idea of what you’re dealing with.

From what you knew of Luke’s quest, he had to receive an apple from The Garden of Hesperides. And even though you didn’t know much about this garden, you had an idea of what might have given him the laceration.

You placed a hand on Grovers shoulder, and watched as he turned around to face you. You could see the blood on his shirt much better now, as well as the blood that dripped from his fingertips.

Grover didn’t question you for a moment, but you both winced as Luke let out another wail. Grover must’ve understood why you were there, so he shakily nodded his head and stepped away, letting you finally see Luke fully for the first time.

The sight makes you gasp. Luke’s face is practically covered in blood, all leaking from a jagged cut that runs down his left cheek. His eyes are squeezed shut, body practically flailing as he gasps and groans in pain.

“Okay, okay, okay..” You chant to yourself, hands unsure of where to go or what to do. You didn’t have any of the supplies you needed, not yet anyway, and Luke clearly didn’t even notice you were there. You don’t think he noticed anyone was there.

You squeezed your eyes shut, sucking in your bottom lip as you struggled with what to do. “Luke, can you- can you hear me?” You asked shakily. A stupid question, you knew he couldn’t hear you, you just weren’t sure of what else to say.

Luke didn’t respond, instead, more tears rolled down his face, making the blood run and drip down onto his pillow.

You struggled with what to do, unsure of what you could even do or say to calm him. Honestly, you weren’t sure if there even was anything you could do right now.

You glanced back to the satyrs, and then to Grover, and you felt your stomach drop. He was staring at you expectantly, his own tears leaving dark lines on his tan skin. You knew about his history with Luke, how much he cared for the older boy, and you knew seeing him like this must’ve been terrifying.

So, you did the one thing you could think of.

When you were younger, every time you cried your mother sang you a song. It was silly, and it didn’t really hold any value to Luke as far as you could tell, but it was the only thing you could think to do.

“Here comes the sun and I say, ‘It’s alright, Little Darling..’” You started hesitantly, voice quiet as you leaned down to luke, your fingers tracing his jawline.

He didn’t say anything, in fact he didn’t even react, instead continuing to writhe and scream in pain and fear. Still, you continued.

“The smiles returning to the faces, Little Darling..”

The satyrs all just stared at you in what you assumed was confusion. You didn’t blame them- you were unsure of what you were doing yourself.

“It seems like years since it’s been here, here comes the sun..”

Sometimes, if you were in an exceptionally good mood, you’d sing this song during the campfire. Apollo kids always sang during it, but you weren’t one to enjoy that with them. That’s why you think Luke recognizes it.

Slowly, his breathing evens, and his splintering sobs turn to quiet whimpers. His body relaxes, practically going still as his eyes return to their natural shut state.

You smile, cupping his uninjured cheek with your hand, ignoring the blood that soaks into your skin. “Here comes the sun and I say, ‘It’s alright’..”

☀︎

It’s five days before Luke wakes up.

You come in every morning and every night, checking on him and cleaning him up. Changing his bandages, shifting him around so he doesn’t develop sores from laying in the same position. Sometimes you go in just to keep him company.

But, still, you nearly jump out of your skin when you enter the room and find Luke sitting up, staring out the window with an obvious knit in his brows.

He turns to you once he hears the door click shut, but neither of you say anything. You feel small under his burning gaze, but still, you swallow and approach him.

You turn to the bedside table, where you’ve been keeping the fresh bandages, and silently get to work.

Luke doesn’t say anything as you gently turn his head towards you, and he doesn’t say anything as you peel back the bloody bandage that covers his left eye. It makes you nervous.

But, you know Luke has been through something traumatizing. Something you’ll probably never understand, so you don’t say anything either. If he wants to talk, you’ll let him go first.

The next three days pass by just the same. Every morning and every night, you change his bandages, check his vitals, make sure he eats, and leave. All without saying a single word.

You want to ask him what happened, if he remembers anything, if he remembers that you were there that night. Does he even remember that night? Does he even know your name?

But you don’t ask. And on that fourth day, Luke finally says something to you.

You're changing his bandage again, and make a pleased hum in the back of your throat when you notice it’s completely clean.

Luke, who usually looks anywhere but at you when you’re doing this, locks his gaze with yours. He swallows, leaning back onto his hands, “Is it better?” He asks.

You're stunned for a moment, but quickly pull yourself together. His voice is rough and raspy from what you assume is not talking for literal days, but it’s still got a soft kindness too it you’re not sure you’ve ever heard from anyone else.

“Um, yeah. There’s not any blood soaking through it anymore which is a really good thing. I mean, I was starting to get a little worried with all the bleeding but you seem to be healing up nicely.” You fiddle with your fingers a bit nervously, looking at anything but Luke.

Luke doesn’t say anything for a moment, turning his head and staring out the window. You take his indifference as a sign to leave, so you take your things and walk towards the door.

Just as you are about to close it, there’s a voice.

“Wait,”

It’s soft, and if you hadn’t been listening you probably wouldn’t have noticed it. But you do as told, turning around and making contact with the curly haired boy.

He looks to be struggling with what to say, as if he’s unsure of how to get the words out. Your hand grips the doorknob uncomfortably, eyes wide as you look expectantly at Luke.

Finally, he releases a breath and relaxes his shoulders. He looks back towards the window, and murmurs, “Thank you.”

It’s the last thing you were expecting to hear from the demi-god, but still, you practically glow once it falls from his lips.

“Of course.” You say, quietly waiting to see if he’ll say anything else. You don’t let it disappoint you much when he doesn’t, baby steps and all that, but still, for the first time in a week, you leave that room with a smile.

☀︎

The first thing you notice when you enter The Big House is yelling. Lots of it.

You’re confused, because Mr. D is standing right next to you and you’re not sure Chiron has ever raised his voice a day in his life. And then it registers. Luke.

“He’s been going at it all day.” Mr. D says, that familiar annoyance in his tone. “Get him to stop, would you?”

Your lips part as you stare up at him in shock. “Me?”

Dionysus shrugs, taking a gulp of his Coke. “You did it the last time he was raising hell! Just do whatever you did then.”

This was a completely different situation then last time! Then, Luke was barely even conscious. He couldn’t register what was going on around him, and he was screaming in pain. Not anger!

You shook your head, stumbling over your words a bit as Mr. D grabbed you by the wrist and began dragging you upstairs. “I can’t! This is completely different and has nothing to do with me! And I can’t do what I did last time- It’d be weird now!”

But, you don’t have any more time to argue, because Mr. D barges into Luke’s room without a second thought, pushing you inside and slamming the door.

Chiron and Luke both go silent, both turning to face you. Chiron looks confused, a silent question on his face. While Luke.. doesn’t look like anything. The knit in his brows relaxes, and the obvious frown that was on his face disappears. He looks as if nothing happened.

“I’m sorry,” You huff, wincing a bit as you reach for the doorknob to exit, “Mr. D kinda forced me in here, Not sure what he thought I could do…” You mumble the last part, clearly very annoyed. “But I’ll uh, i’ll just leave you guys to.. continue.” You gesture to the two of them with a fake smile on your face, struggling to open the door. Mr. D must’ve locked it, that old bastard.

Chiron shakes his head, giving you a small smile. You can tell he’s exhausted though, his eyes say it. “No, please, stay. I’ll go.” He shoots a look to Luke, who’s frown has returned onto his pink lips. “We’ll continue this conversation later.”

Luke doesn’t say anything, and Chiron opens the door so easily you almost feel embarrassed.

There’s silence as you approach him, deafening, sickening silence, and you itch to ask why he was yelling. What made him so angry?

You suck in your bottom lip and risk a glance at Luke. He’s staring out the window still, and you wonder what he thinks when he looks out there. Does he miss everyone? Does he want to go back and finish his quest?

“Um,” You release a breath, shrugging your shoulders in an attempt to seem completely indifferent. You sit on the stool next to Luke’s bed and begin to get to work, “Not to be.. nosy or anything like that, but, what was that about?”

Your hands are gentle as you softly position his head so you can get the best angle, softly peeling the bandages away and checking in on his progress. The cut has healed nicely, and it’s no longer blaring red and raw. Instead, it’s a nice pinkish color, and you can tell that scar tissue is beginning to form.

Luke doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you begin to worry that you crossed a line. “You don’t have to answer that-”

“Chiron wants to tell everyone that I’m back from my quest.”

Your blink a couple times, but smile a bit that he felt comfortable enough to answer you. You hadn’t registered that his return had been a secret until now, but you can understand why he’d want it to stay that way.

He was supposed to be this great swordsman, someone all of camp looked up to and depended on. You assumed that’s how he saw the quest, something else the rest of camp would be proud of him for.

So, when he failed? Probably not the best for his pride.

“I understand why you wouldn’t want to tell. But.. they’ll all find out eventually. Wouldn’t you rather rip the band-aid off now instead of waiting?” You ask, voice a little hesitant. You don’t want to scare him off, or make him feel like he’s being attacked.

He huffs, gnawing on his lower lip as you gently replace his bandages. “What would the difference be? Disappoint everyone now, or disappoint everyone later. How fun.”

There’s a bitterness in his voice that you hadn’t expected, but you understand it. “They aren’t going to be disappointed, Luke. They’re worried for you. I see them, you know? They sit and watch the hill, waiting for you. And I don’t want to… push you, or anything, but I think maybe it’s time you let them help you.”

Luke’s lips thin, and he goes back to staring out the window. You finish your work silently and stand to leave, but a hand on your wrist stops you.

You look down surprised, finding his fingers barely locked around your wrist to stop you. He looks up, making soft eye contact with you, almost as if he were begging you not to go. You listen.

You sit back down, and Luke releases you without saying a word. It’s this moment when you can finally take the time to really admire him, not the things that leave him scarred.

His hair is a deep brown. Not quite black, but still so dark it could be mistaken for charcoal. The sunlight from the window streams onto it, making it glow a soft mocha color. His eyes match, but they're more honey-colored than anything.

Freckles dot his skin like stars, aligning to form different constellations. You resist the urge to trace them. But his lips.. they're so soft, so pink. So.. unique. You want to trace them, too.

Luke sniffles, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not… not that I don’t want to. It’s more like I can’t. How am I supposed to tell them I failed when they expected so much more of me? If I tell them that.. that I’m not as amazing as they think I am, then who do I become?”

You smile gently, eyes crinkling in the corners. You risk interlocking your fingers with his, fully expecting him to pull away, but he doesn’t. His breath hitches in his throat for a moment and you can tell he’s hesitant, but, he returns your gesture, holding your hand with a softness you hadn't expected.

“You become human.”

☀︎

News of Luke’s return spreads around the camp like wildfire. Everyone is excited, happy that he returned at all, but they are also confused. If Luke had returned, where was he? And why had no one seen him?

You honestly couldn’t help the swell of pride in your chest the next morning when you’d gone to check on Luke and he’d told you he was having Chiron tell camp. Some selfish part of you wanted to believe it was because of what you’d told him, but you knew realistically it was something Chiron had said.

You chew on your nails as your siblings talk in hushed whispers at your table. All of them talking about where the hell the hero could be and why he hadn’t been seen. Some say Chiron is just waiting until Luke is cleared of any injuries he may have gotten, others get more extreme and say he hadn't really returned at all and Chiron was just waiting to tell everyone he had died.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything, would you, Y/N? You’ve been acting pretty secretive lately..”

Your head whips to your brother, Lee, as he eyes you suspiciously. You stammer on your words, eyes gluing to the space around him as you struggle to come up with the words. You’d never been good at lying.

“No! How would I even know anything? I know as much as you, and also, I'm sure Luke’s okay wherever he’s at so you guys should stop worrying and stop talking about it.”

Lee gasps, eyes going wide as he points an accusing finger at you. “You do know something!”

“No I don’t!”

Your sister, Marcia, snorts and rolls her eyes. “You totally do.”

You stutter for a second, racking your brain for an excuse. “I’m- your- whatever! I have to go!” You stand abruptly, walking away and ignoring the way Lee groans and pleads with you to tell him.

You find yourself in the strawberry field, just as you always do when you feel conflicted, and pick so many red berries that your basket feels as if it weighs more than a super fat cat.

You huff as you drag them to The Big House, your arm slightly aching. Look, you weren’t one to… physically exert yourself. You’d stick to nursing people back to health, thank you.

Luke watches you curiously as you plop the strawberries onto the bedside table, slightly panting as you do. You rub at your forearms, doing your best to smooth the ache there. “I figured Chiron wasn’t bringing you any of these, and I remembered someone told me that you really liked them. So…”

You winced a bit, mentally cursing yourself for mentioning that last part.

But Luke doesn’t mention it, instead he just stares up at you, and you watch as his lips quirk up into a small, genuine smile. “Thank you.”

There’s a swell of pride in your chest, one that you allow yourself to be selfish about, because Luke Castellan is smiling and it’s just about the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Don’t mention it.”

You both chat aimlessly as you patch him up and you even stay to talk with him way after you finish. In the two weeks Luke has been holed up in this room, you can tell the effect it’s having on him mentally and physically.

He’s lost most of the tan that used to kiss his skin, and instead is an uncharacteristic pale color. His muscles have become less defined (not that you were paying attention to that), and he just seems more bored than anything now. You don’t blame him, having to have his only conversations revolve with the same four people. Chiron, Mr. D. Grover, and you.

“No, come on, there's no way you purposely skip out on capture the flag!”

You shrug nonchalantly, playing with the ends of your hair as you lean back onto the backrest of the stool. “I just don’t see the point. And, besides, I enjoy helping everyone with their injuries. It’s usually only the younger kids who come in with little scrapes and cuts, so it’s super easy and they always give me these adorable little smiles.”

Luke listens intently to your reason, and he finds it almost endearing how you ramble, a soft smile on your face as you think of the kids. “I understand that then, I guess. I love those troublemakers too. Sometimes.”

You snort, glancing up from the hair you were tangling and towards him. His eyes are soft, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the headboard. “Only sometimes?”

He shrugs, “Yeah, only when they’re not causing some kind of trouble. Which is pretty much always..”

You silently agree with him on that, nodding your head. You want to ask him when he plans to leave this room, you’d cleared him two days ago, but decide against it. Luke would leave when he was ready, but maybe he just needed a push in the right direction, just like last time.

“I heard Connor talking about you today.”

Luke sits up a bit in interest, scratching his forearm. “Really? What’d he say?”

You suck in a breath, wetting your lips nervously. “He said he missed you. And that he was worried about you.”

The smile on Luke’s lips falls, and is replaced with his usual nonchalance. His body deflates, and he turns his attention to the sheets in front of him. “Oh.”

You nod, “I think everyone misses you. And they all kinda just wait to hear any news about you they can get. It’s kind of sad, honestly. And, to be perfectly clear, I am an absolute horrible liar and my siblings are starting to catch onto my daily visits here. I fear if you don’t make an appearance soon they might follow me.”

Luke snorts at that, but he doesn’t smile. You want to pry open his mind and understand just what he’s thinking. “I want to. I’m just.. I'm scared of them. Of how they’ll look at me.”

You shake your head, “Luke, they love you. Like, seriously love you. You’ve gotta stop getting in your head about this, let them show you how they’ll look at you. Not your head.”

Luke sighs, letting his eyes fall shut as he processes. You think that deep down he knows your right, he just needs to set his fear to the side. And you definitely understand how hard that can be.

You stand, walking over to the door quietly. You open it, but pause before you leave and look back at him. “Let them love you, Luke.”

You're not surprised when the next morning, Luke isn’t in his usual spot. You’re especially not surprised once you hear the cheers that come from the lunch area.

You peek around the corner with a smile, happily watching as practically everyone in camp surrounds Luke.

None of them even seem to care about the new jagged scar that covers his left eye, or the way he seems like a completely different boy from the one who left all that time ago.

“What happened on your quest? Did you complete it?” Someone, you can’t make out who, asks. You hold your breath as Luke hears it, his smile faltering slightly.

“I, uh,” He stammers, looking uneasy. You curse and step out of your hiding place, doing your best to put yourself in Luke’s line of sight.

He spots you almost instantly, and you watch as relief floods his entire body. You give him an encouraging thumbs up and a large smile.

He returns the smile, and looks back to the camper who asked. “I didn’t get the apple, but, I did get this super cool scar-”

You watch as Luke makes eye contact with you again, and he doesn’t have to speak for you to know what hes saying.

Thank you.

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Hiii I hope you’re doing well!! I was wondering if you could write Hitoshi shinsou x reader of him absolutely destroying our guts 😊

Thank you!!!

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Hello friend! I am doing well and I can definitely write this. 😜 I hope you enjoy! 💕

P.S. I automatically write it as fem reader unless specified, but I did try to refrain from using things like good girl, pretty girl, etc. because I wasn’t sure. I did however use female anatomy. 💜

How Shinsou eats you out.

Shinsou Hitoshi Destroying Your Guts

You slam the front door shut so violently the frame rattles, threatening to crack under pressure.

“Everything alright baby?” Hitoshi’s smokey timbre calls out from the kitchen. He was forewarned about your god awful day out on patrol, so he’s treading carefully.

Your fingernails sink into your palms, teeth creaking as you round the corner to your kitchen. There’s a fury boiling in your chest that’s about to overflow.

“What the fuck do you think? You know how to read, don’t you? Because I already texted you what happened,” you bite. Your eyes narrow as your lip curls upwards.

Silence hangs heavily in the air for a few beats.

Hitoshi’s face remains impassive as he stands across the island from you. Leisurely, he folds his arms over his chest, arching one singular eyebrow at your bitchy tone.

“Do you really want to walk down this road tonight?” Hitoshi may as well be exhaling frost as he speaks.

Apparently, you do.

When Hitoshi bends you over the side of your bed five minutes later, you’re entirely naked.

He’s got your arms bent behind your back in an uncomfortable position as Hitoshi ties your wrists together with part of his capture weapon.

It’s tight — you can barely wiggle your fingers, heartbeat thudding in your fingertips.

A brutal swirl of exasperation and anticipation churns in your stomach. Sticky sweat begins gathering in the valley between your tits as you fidget against the blankets.

“Hitoshi!” You cry out, sucking in air through your teeth. “That hurts, you jerk!” He snickers as he wrenches your bound wrists upwards.

“You’ve been way too much of a damn brat tonight for me to care about that. Now, I’m gonna fuck that shitty attitude out of you,” he says hotly, pressing a hand down in between your shoulder blades, shoving you further down into the bed.

You don’t speak, clenching your jaw as frustration forces a hot flush to pour over your cheeks. The material of your current restraints dig annoyingly into your skin when you flex your wrists.

Hitoshi’s palm rains down on your ass, a sharp sting radiating up to your tailbone. He made it his mission for that one to hurt.

A muffled scream of his name punches out of you into the sheets below.

“What is it sweetheart?” He snarls, teasing the tip of his cock over the lips of your pussy. Parting you open with ease. “Can’t handle the punishment for being so fucking rude to me?”

Your breath hitches, goosebumps littering your arms. Your clit pulses, pussy eager to swallow his cock whole.

“Well?” He urges, yanking your forearms backwards until your spine arches, freeing your face from the blankets.

Your shoulders ache, throbbing dully and then suddenly a switch flips, all traces of your previous rage draining from your veins.

“I’m sorry Hitoshi!” You sob, voice scratchy and breaking. You shove your hips backwards, trying to get him inside you.

“That’s it pretty baby, good job,” he purrs, gifting you mercy and completely filling you with his cock in one effortless motion.

Hitoshi starts fucking you as if he’s attempting to carve a space out inside your guts just for him. Hips bouncing off your ass until your muscles are going taut, slick pussy suffocating his cock.

He fucks you until you’re a gooey, brain melted mess beneath him. Encouraging you to keep cumming for him, moaning when you curse his name.

Afterwards, once your chest stops heaving and your soul has returned to your body, you’re infinitely grateful for a boyfriend like Hitoshi.

“Hitoshi, thank you. I really needed that,” you mumble, throat raw as sandpaper. Hitoshi hums as he swiftly works to free your hands.

“No worries baby. I’ll fuck you into your place anytime you need it,” he teases, tilting his head back in laughter as you punch his shoulder halfheartedly.

Your wretched day is entirely forgotten as you climb into bed that night.

#mha smut #shinsou hitoshi smut #hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsou smut #shinsou smut #shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #hitoshi shinso x y/n #mha x reader #mha x y/n #aged up characters

[skyahri]

Remember |SatoSugu X Reader| HC

Summary: You get a second chance to save him, but for right now you can only enjoy the fact that he's still here.

Warnings: Implied poly??? Idk I don't say anything specific. Vomiting, blood, Canon related warnings. Angst bc im sad. Lemme know if you want a part two.

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Your eyes flew open. You could barely breathe, your lungs still stinging from the char of imaginary burns. You desperately drag your hands across your face and body, searching for something, anything wrong, not quite processing what was going on.

You sprung up from your bed, immediately thanking your muscle memory as it guided you through your dorm room. You shoved your way into the bathroom and just barely made it to the toilet before emptying the contents of your stomach.

Tears pricked your eyes. You had no idea what was going on. You could only assume that you had another prophetic dream, but had no idea when it had started. Had it been days or weeks? Hell, had it been months even??

You remember the pain of being burned alive by Jogo in Shibuya Station. You remember dying, the feeling of your lungs giving out and your heart stopping.

Yet here you were, alive and relatively well back in your dorm room God knows when. The unchanging state of Jujutsu High was not helping you determine just how much time had passed.

What did, however, was Suguro Geto standing in the doorway. He was saying something you couldn't hear and your foggy mind couldn't process the lack of stitches on his head, but that didn't stop you from screaming.

Was this your Suguru? The boy who held doors open for you and dragged Satoru away after one too many flirty remarks. Could this man already be leading the Star Religious group? Or worse, be reduced to a corpse in his Kenjaku era?

There's no way you could possibly tell in such a hazy state of mind. Your gift had drained you to zero, leaving you absolutely defenseless against what could very well be a tyrant.

Lucky for you, you're within ear shot of a handful of other sorcerers who woke up the second they heard a scream. They were filing into your room within the minute, confused at the commotion, or lack there of.

Satoru had pushed his way past Suguru and bent down next to you, grabbing your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you continued to retch.

He's leaning in next to your ear, whispering, begging for you to calm down enough to tell him what's going on. You can barely hear him over the sound of your uncontrollable crying, the sobbing and shaking caused by panic making everything a hundred times worse.

Satoru is motioning for someone to hand him a rag to clean your face, which Suguru does without hesitation. When he enters your peripheral vision, you can practically feel the hairs on your neck stand up. You push your way past Gojo, who had just barely managed to wipe your mouth, trying to climb behind him, pleading that he doesn't come anywhere near you.

You can't see the hurt look on Geto's face. He has no idea what's going on, all he knows is he's somehow causing whatever it is that's happening to occur.

You don't hear Gojo shoo everyone away, apologizing for waking them up in the middle of the night and assuring them that he has it handled.

He rests against the wall and twists you around so you can sit comfortably in his lap. He holds you tight against his chest, it's almost suffocating, but you can feel the pressure slowly melting the anxiety away.

The fog that once clouded your brain is retreating, allowing you to take in your environment more clearly. There's makeup and skin care products scattered on the counters. You can make out enough of your bedroom to see the dozens of Polaroids pinned to your walls.

You eyes finally focus on a more defining feature that better cements your whereabouts. Your nails are painted pink and Satoru's an icy blue, something you haven't seen since your teenage years before Geto defected. You remember finally convincing Satoru to match with you and Suguru, tempting him with an iconic color that you knew he couldn't turn down.

"What's today?"

"February 21st, 2006."

You hum in response.

"Were you dreamin' again?"

You don't answer. You're too focused on how much time has passed. Twelve years gone in an instant. That's nearly half your life, nearly all your memories, and they were all fake. But now you had the opportunity of a lifetime. An opportunity to save all the people you've lost and protect your future.

You're thankful for Satoru in this moment. He isn't always the most socially aware, often times he actually makes things ten times worse, but right now he was just what you needed.

You take in just how warm he is, how he's managed to keep his hands from touching you inappropriately for so long. He's wearing that stupid pair of Hello Kitty boxers that 'convienently came with a matching bra and panty' and 'would hate for them to go to waste.' You scolded him for getting the sizing correct, knowing he had to have gone snooping for answers.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No."

You had good friends, ones that trusted you without a second thought. They know the deal. Things are going to happen and sometimes that requires interference or being intentionally kept in the dark to avoid them. It was both a blessing and a curse- being given the gift of future sight yet being forced to hold the weight of the world in your hands.

You stand up, forcing Gojo to release his tight grip on you. He expects you to get in bed, but instead, you walk right past the door of your room and right across the hall into Suguru's. You don't knock, opting to just head straight in and crawl across him to lay down.

Suguru is confused. An hour ago, you were completely terrified of him, and now here you are, staring at him like he was the most important person in your life.

You reach forward and trace your fingers across his face; his nose, his lips, and eventually his bare forehead. You run your fingers through his hair; disheveled but clean. You pick up his right hand and set it on your face to savor the heat of it. He doesn't hesitate to rub his thumb back and forth across your cheek reassuringly. What he's supposed to reassure you about, he doesn't know, but he can tell you need it.

"You're oddly affectionate tonight."

"I missed you."

"I saw you yesterday."

You shake your head. You want to respond, to tell him you've dreamt of this opportunity for over a decade, that you haven't seen him alive in a year, and sane in nearly twelve.

But all you can do is cry. You lace your fingers with the ones on your face and let him pull you closer. His chest is broad and he smells like cologne, just like how you remembered.

The last time you saw him, he was sickly pale and missing an arm, just moments away from death. He smelled like blood and didn't even have the energy to stand. This view of Geto was much more pleasant than anything you had seen recently.

He has no idea what's going on, but can see it's obviously a lot. He wonders what you could have seen, how long you could have possibly lived. He wonders if someone died, if he died.

He's not sure how long it goes on before you're passed out, your grip on him relaxing ever so slightly, but he doesn't dare let go.

Gojo makes his way into the room from his waiting place outside. He stuck around on the off chance things got out of hand and he needed to intervene.

"How's our girl doing?"

"I have no idea."

"That's unlike you."

Suguru isn't sure how to respond. The vibe isn't his room is definitely more relaxed, but it's far from peaceful. All he can do right now is anchor you down to earth and hope whatever it is you saw can be fixed.

Fortunately, Satoru is a brave man. He clumsily makes his way onto the other side of you and flops down. You don't even flinch at the roughness of his actions.

"What are you-"

"Sleeping here with you guys, duh."

"Can't you read the room?"

"Nope."

#jjk headcanons #jjk hc #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #suguru geto #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #satosugu #satosugu x reader #geto angst #gojo angst

[angel-minhee]

SWEET ETERNITY

ミ★ ### “ i love you more than i’ve ever loved myself ” what happens when Riki finds out about Minhee’s relationship with Sunghoon?

PAIRING(S) riki x fem!addedmember!oc + sunghoon x fem!addedmember!oc WARNING(S) crying. fainting. angst. fluff. mentions of non-sexual nudity. angst with comfort. based off this song : are you the one WC 3k [back to library]

RIKI NEVER KNEW WHAT HEARTBREAK FELT LIKE. 

Since he was young, Riki had heard stories about how individuals were supposed to feel after their first breakup.

The ways their personalities would rupture into a unique parallel timeline controlled by their collapsing dreams. 

He’d seen it in the dramas his sisters forced him to watch during their late nights up, remembering the way he’d just roll his eyes and scoff under his breath as he observed how pathetic everyone acted.

He’d tell them that it wasn’t realistic, he’d repeat on a broken record about how little someone’s perspective on him would never change the way he held himself.

He didn’t care if someone hated him, not when they’d be the ones to call it off. 

But what was before Minhee broke his heart. 

He’d spent countless nights twisting and turning in his bed, the strong hands of doubt wrapping around his ankles as it tried to submerge his body into its unescaping pool. 

His eyes could flicker at the smallest sound, hands twitching as he tried pulling himself out of the headspace that was quickly consuming him. 

He’d wake up in a cold sweat, forehead damp as his quickened breath got caught up in his lungs, chest burning as his nails attempted to grasp back onto his sense of reality. 

Now that you’re gone, he had nowhere to run. He couldn’t hide away this time, he had to face himself all alone.

“This isn’t fair,” Riki spoke out loud, his head tilted back as the hot water cascaded down his chest. His arms were bright red, hands still scrubbing away at his sensitive skin.

For once, he allowed himself to be selfish. 

His tears mixed with the blistering water, eyes red as the quiet sobs left his parted lips. His feet grew weak under his sudden weight, his soul slamming into his body.

Since the day Riki had heard the news he hasn’t felt real.

His hands didn’t belong to him, his voice unrecognizable as he screamed at Minhee. That wasn’t him, there’s no way it could’ve been.

Riki had never once raised his voice at her, not even when she had accidentally ruined one of his favourite shirts after it got mixed up with her dark clothes.

But like before, that was before Minhee broke his heart. 

That was before he found out that Minhee had been seeing Sunghoon behind everyone’s back. Before he caught her giggling in the doorway of his older member's bedroom, her body clad in his bigger shirt.

It wasn’t fair, life had never been fair to him. 

He could deal with everything else, everything but the absence of her. 

The hate comments he could shrug off, the mobbing he could ignore, but Minhee? Never. She could ruin him forever with the slightest cold shoulder.

His fabricated world collapsed around him, the pieces falling apart as the walls tumbled into each other. The childish giggles were soon replaced with the noise of nothing. 

Literally, the noise of nothing. Everything was silent.

Riki became aware of his surroundings, the steamy air of the bathroom making it harder for him to breathe as his eyes grew heavy. 

The soap in his hair dripped down into his eyes, the burn unnoticed due to the condition they were in before. They’d been burning since he’d woken up, his tears unending. 

Liquid poison rose up his chest, throat burning as he rushed out of the shower. His feet caught against the rug, his body landing against the pool ground as he struggled to breathe.

Riki felt like he was going to die. 

But he wasn’t, he couldn’t do that to her. Riki knew that Minhee was the only other one home, the others had gone to film their remaining parts for their upcoming album. 

He would never let Minhee find him so…. lifeless. He couldn’t do that to her. 

And so he forced himself up, head pounding as quiet groans left his lips. He had no idea what he was saying, his chest racing as it tried to keep him awake.

The shower was still on, the soft littering only making him more overwhelmed. He blindly reached for his clothes, hands barely grabbing his underwear before his blackout began.

The black dots growing along his outer vision was concerning, his fear rapidly growing. 

He wanted nothing more than to be in her arms, her comforting presence wrapping around him as she whispered sweet nothings into his ears. 

He’d imagine his head resting against Minhee’s chest, his body subconsciously following her heart rate as she calmed him down. 

But now, with nothing but his underwear on, he collapsed with the world around him.

He had already lost all consciousness when the door came slamming open, the door handles shooting against the ground as Minhee forced her way in.

Minhee wasn’t fully aware of what Riki was going through.

Weeks ago she swore she knew everything about him, that she’d be able to read his mind by just a single glance.

But like Riki, that was before. She didn’t know he had seen her leaving Sunghoon’s room. She didn’t know he had pieced all the pieces together that night.

The only thing she noticed was his silence, and Riki was never silent. 

She didn’t know what was going on with her youngest member, but she knew that she’d do anything to help him.

Minhee had woken up three hours early, her hair tied up in a tight ponytail as she worked away in her room.

She’d always loved making her own personal songs, ones that she wanted to keep to herself for as long as possible. She’d never shown anyone her laptop, no one but Riki.

He’d been the only one to learn about her hobby, the only one to hear her own produced music.

They’d lay side by side, heads pressed against each other as they both stared at the ceiling of Minhee’s room. There wasn’t anything that was specifically interesting about her ceiling, nothing but the two small initials carved in the corner.

Their eyes would trace the two letters, hidden smiles on their lips as their fingers gently bumped into each other.

They’d share secret smiles as Minhee’s voice hummed them to sleep, the shared earphones stuck in their ears as they fell into a world surrounded by no one but themselves. 

At Riki’s sudden silence, Minhee felt stuck. She didn’t want to outrightly ask the younger boy about what happened, too scared of accidentally hurting him in the way she’d pose the question.

And so she did what she did best, sing a song for him. 

Minhee had never written a song for a specific person, usually opting to let her hand move on its own as the thoughts of her members played out in a black-and-white movie.

Minhee tried to ignore the obvious for so long, telling herself that it was normal to write such… intimate things about her closest friends.

She just hadn’t noticed when the song's lyrics blurred into love confessions, her heart in her sleeve as the puppeteer controlled her pen. 

She was in love. Min Yeonhee was in love with all of them. 

She’d spent many nights crying in her room, fist in her mouth as she tried to keep herself quiet.

 It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to anyone. 

It just happened that Sunghoon caught her one night, his arms wrapped around her as he offered her his shoulder to cry on.

He was the first one to find out about her feelings, he knew she was in love with them all. 

In a way he wasn’t surprised, he had seen the way she treated them all. But he wasn’t sure what he felt about everything, he didn’t know if he would be able to share something so vulnerable with everyone else. 

But selfishly, he knew he needed Minhee. He confessed his love to her through a passionate night, his words whispering in her ears as he held her tight. 

She’d accepted him because she was dumb, dumb but in love. Minhee hadn’t thought about the others' reactions, she didn’t want to think about it.

She thought that maybe her feelings for the others would fade as she sunk into the embrace of her new boyfriend. But she didn’t. 

Minhee felt the tears well in her eyes as the finished song played in her ears, her emotions overspilling as she thought about the younger boy's reaction.

Minhee had always had a soft spot for the youngest boy, he was probably her favourite person. 

Minhee didn’t want to write a full love song, she couldn’t do that Sunghoon. She didn’t know how Riki felt about her, and she wasn’t going to sacrifice anything.

In a way, this song was Minhee’s way of letting him go as well. She didn’t know it at the time, but she was looking for closure. 

She wanted to help Riki, but she wanted to help herself as well. Granted this song definitely felt like a love confession… or something along those blurry lines.

Minhee stood up with her computer tucked between her arms, a smile on her face as she skipped toward Riki’s room. She knocked once, feet paused at the opened door as she stuck her head in.

Minhee tilted her head in confusion before she noticed the shower was on, a relieved smile on her lips as she changed her course. 

“Riki, are you almost done? I have something I want to show you!” Minhee pressed her ear against the door, her heels off the ground as she bounced on her tippy toes.

At the lack of response, Minhee tried questioning him a little louder, her heart racing at the radio silence from the other side of the door.

“Riki, I’m not kidding. If you don’t answer right now I’ll literally break the door.” Minhee was only half joking, the voice still a shit lighthearted as she tried reassuring herself that he was fine. 

Minhee’s heart dropped when she heard gasping, and a loud bang coming from behind the door. “Riki?” She used her hand to bang against the door, her ear still pressed against it. 

Minhee swore at his silence, her hands shaking as she placed her computer on the ground beside the door.

Minhee knew there were two ways to get a locked door open, one option looking better than the other.

The first way was by ramming her body into it, the thought of the door hitting her skin causing her to physically cringe. She was definitely not about to do that.

The other option was to kick the door handle off, which in hindsight was probably just as hard. She knew how to do it, the movies she’d watched giving her a step-by-step tutorial. Granted it definitely would’ve been different in a real-life situation, but she had no option.

Minhee stood with her knees slightly bent, hands straightening in front of her chest as she prepared to kick the door. “Shit, If this doesn’t work…” Minhee trailed off, eyebrows furrowing as she tried thinking of other ways to get in.

But before she could think more, she acted. She jumped in shock as the handle fell to the ground, the door opening at the force. 

She had no time to think about what she had just done before she saw the half-naked boy lying lifeless on the ground.

Minhee gasped as she ran towards him, her hands pushing his hair away from her face as she turned him to his back. She raised his head to her knee, allowing the blood to rush back down from his head. 

She didn’t know what happened, but by the warmth of Riki’s skin, she knew it wasn’t good. 

Minhee placed his head back down, rushing over to turn off the shower. She barely looked away from the boy as she leaned down to push the water drain in, the water pooling along the bottom of the bath. 

She turned the bath back on, room temperature water filling the bath. She held her hand under the flowing water, making sure the temperature wasn’t hot enough to overheat him. 

She turned the water off, twisting the nod closed as she pulled the curtains open. She bent down beside Riki, using her arm to wrap his own around her shoulder.

Minhee definitely wasn’t the strongest member, but she was nowhere near weak. She’d been forced to accompany the boys to the gym enough for her to be able to lift any of the members with slight ease. 

Well, that’s what she thought until she could barely move the boy from the ground. Eventually, Minhee was able to get him into the bath, her hands cupping the water to bring up towards his hair.

She rinsed the soap from his skin, hands periodically checking his pulse to make sure his heart rate was calming down. 

Minhee was panicking, her thoughts clouded as she tried using the water to wake him up. “Please wake up, please.” She quietly begged him through her quiet sobs, lip between her teeth as she tried her best to keep him up. 

“Holy shit.” Minhee hadn’t noticed Sunghoon getting home, only realizing it the second he came running towards her, his arms wrapping around Riki’s shoulders as he pulled him from the water. 

“I don’t know what happened.” Minhee was babbling at this point, her hands against her cheeks as she curled into herself.

“He’ll be okay, let me get him dressed.” Sunghoon shot a reassuring smile towards his girlfriend, his heart beating fast as his worry grew. “Go get changed, baby.” 

Sunghoon wrapped Riki’s arm around his shoulder, his feet dragging on the ground as Sunghoon brought him towards his room.

Minhee stayed rooted in spot, clothes wet as the tears rushed down. The guilt came from nowhere, thoughts invading her mind as she blamed herself for the younger boy's state.

Of course, she knew it wasn’t her fault. She could’ve never known that he’d faint in the shower, but it didn’t help ease her mind at all. 

Minhee was once again left alone with the youngest boy, Sunghoon rushing out to the nearest drugstore to buy Riki some medicine. 

While clothing the youngest boy, Sunghoon noticed Riki’s high temperature. He recognized the signs of a fever, his anger spiking as he glared down at the youngest boy.

Riki had been acting differently around him, but keeping his fever a secret? Sunghoon was more than angry, he felt betrayed. 

Riki always came to him while he was sick, his need for comfort enhanced. He also knew Riki didn’t go to Minhee, and he had a leading suspicion about the reason why. 

“He loves you a lot, I can’t live with myself knowing I’m holding you both back from each other.” Sunghoon knew Minhee was watching from the doorway, her presence lighting up the room.

“I’m fine with you dating him as well, I thought about it a lot.” Sunghoon leaned back against Minhee, her arms wrapping around his waist from his back.

“I want nothing more than for you to be happy, even if you date another six people.” Sunghoon jokingly shook his head as he sighed, hands wrapping around hers as he squeezed her against him.

“I’m going out to get him medicine, please stay with him?” Sunghoon knew you’d be staying, either way, the computer in your hands giving your plans away.

“Don’t worry about him, I'll be here.” 

Minhee’s closure came in a different way that night, she accepted herself for the way she was. She couldn’t choose who to love, but if she could then she’d choose these boys in every lifetime. 

She crawled into bed beside Riki, head turned towards him as she brushed his hair from his face. “You’ll be okay, noona is here with you.” Her lips softly pressed against his cheek, his eyes closed as she rested her forehead against him.

“I know” She didn’t flinch when she felt his hand press against her cheek. “Please don’t scare me again.” 

“I won’t.”

“Do you promise?”

“I’d do anything for you, Minhee.”

She pulled her face away from him, his tender gaze locked onto hers as he returned the favour, brushing her hair back. 

“I want you to listen to something, can you?” Riki nodded once at her, his eyes never leaving her face as she pulled open her computer. 

He stayed still as she pushed her earphones into his ears, his head resting against the pillow as her melody played in his ears.

“Is this hesitance or is this feeling heaven-sent? Minhee, what does that mean?” Riki repeated the song, his eyes wide as he searched her face for answers. 

She didn’t respond and just allowed the song to continue playing, “Maybe we could be sweet eternity.” Minhee sang along to the words, her eyes searching his as the guitar set in her ears. 

“Riki, I’m in love with you.” Minhee sat with her breath in her throat, hands twiddling with each other as Riki’s jaw dropped.

“I have been for a while, I love you so much.” Riki tried sitting up, his head tilting back in pain as his head grew heavy. 

“No, don’t move!” Minhee rose to her knees, leaning over him as she pressed his shoulders down against the pillows. 

“But what about Sunghoon?” Minhee closed her eyes with a sigh, the realization setting in her mind.

“He’s fine with it, he knows how I feel about you.”

Riki’s smile had always been Minhee’s favourite thing, her love spreading throughout her body as she watched the way his face lit up.

“You don’t know how long I've loved you, Minhee.” 

Maybe at this moment, she didn’t know, but within the next few days, she’d quickly know everything there was to know. 

“And you don’t know how long I’ve loved you back, Riki.”

Min Yeonhee was Riki’s first and last heartbreak, but she was also his first and last love. 

#[˚ʚ❤︎︎ɞ˚] 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙚 #[𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡…] none of my works reflect on any idol or character #kpop added member #enhypen added member #added enhypen member #female enhypen addition #fem added member #kpop addition #kpop female addition #kpop female oc #enhypen female member #enhypen female oc #enhypen female addition #enha added member #enha 8th member #enhypen 8th member #enhypen 8th fem member #enhypen 8th female member #kpop female member #enhypen oc #enhypen fem oc #enhypen fem added member #kpop 8th member #enha x reader #enha fem oc #enha fem addition #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen au #enhypen addition

[thecrimsonvalley-creates]

~ Reunited ~ Full picture that served as vignette for my latest fic! Letting the Eilander siblings reunited again and get to hug each other because they deserve it!

#rusty lake #elizabeth eilander #david eilander #fanart #sobbing and crying and screaming all at once #they deserve to hug so badly!

[ax-y10]

his EYESSSSS AAAAAAAAAA-

@whos-nicooo because haha Wilbur has flooded that gc

#wilbur soot #wilbur #eyes #brown eyes #wilbur soot image #wilb #his eyes are so prettyyyyyy #sobbing crying screaming dying all at once #ax blabbers

[inkykeiji]

110% the look sugar daddy natsuo gives you when you’re being a Fucking Brat

#screaming crying sobbing shaking i am on my knees for him i love him so much!!!!!! #he’s so sexy and FOR WHAT #FOR WHAT?????????????????? #oh my GOD i am so in love #once again like less than ten seconds on screen and yet i’m going fucking feral for him #losing my goddamn mind i swear to god #and dabi’s sexy back #i want to lick him all over

[that-homoerotic-blouse]

Films/shows about the cosmic power of kindness >>>>>>>>>>>> everything else

#literally #every piece of media with this underlying message makes me BATSHIT INSANE #CRYING SCREAMING SOBBING #YES YES YOU GET IT IT'S ALL ABOUT CHOOSING TO BE KIND #EVERY TIME #EVEN IF IT'S A TIME LOOP #EVEN IF IT DOESN'T MATTER #EVEN IF YOUR TIMELINE DISAPPEARS #EVEN IF TIME AND SPACE ARE FUCKED UP #KINDNESS REMAINS #arurufhghfghgfhgfgg #this is about doctor who and russian doll specifically #but also from the top of my head #interstellar #everything everywhere all at once #those scifi films where kindness is at the core... yes yes perfect #dw #doctor who

[c-130jsuperhercules]

get me out this house man

#my sister is practicing her stupid fucking trombone #and apparently she can't do that without fucking losing her complete fucking shit and throwing a tantrum #bc she can't play notes or whatever #like. she is fucking screaming sobbing swearing at the dogs swearing at herself because she can't quite hit a note first or second try #and she does this all the fucking time!!!! she does this just about every week night and i can't take her throwing a bitch fit every night!! #and i refuse to feel bad for her in any way bc she is doing all this shit to herself ive seen her have a breakdown because she #VOLUNTARILY CHOSE to be in different bands and orchestras and chamber groups and then loses her shit bc she can't #be good at all the music she has to practice at once. and then every time after she finishes crying she chooses to keep doing this #and then i suffer for it!!! i have to share a house with them!!!! #every other night the upstairs living room is just off limits bc they'll scream at you #like. god. shut the fuck up!!!!!! please!!!!! shut the fucking fucking fuck up!!!!!!!!!!!

[tiredassmage]

shut your fuckinG FACE you IDIOT who almost just DIED ON ME. skdfnldsaknfsadfmlsdafnsaldgnladfmsa;ld

[nathema conspiracy round 2 survived narrowly, 5(?) dead, Theron Shan learned how to share my stealth generator, etc etc]

#weeping sobbing crying loud ship blow horn noises #i'm so fucking. AAHHrghghalkdgnldsf. not normal about them. #tyr 'shut the fuCK up and kiss me you iDIOt' commander deckard #local disaster bisexuals who would literally self destruct for one another put through Situation where one almost dies more at 11 #anyway good night and good news and all that #fuck you theron i missed you fuck you goddAMN IT BOY #fuck. i thought i was. no actually that's a lie #the first time i accidentally stumbled upon the plot and spent like 3 days bracing myself and numbing myself before i did this #so this time its ALL WATERWORKS BESTIESSSS #yes i'm screaming in the tags so you don't have to DEAL WITH ME unless you're here for that then i guess hi #anyways screaming and crying about them maybe once i'm slightly more normal i'll give you actual tyr x theron screens but like #for now just have this dumbass's face #fuckin. 'that's my bf' in those eyes #poor lana bickering with them earlier when tyr was all but like ready to leap into theron's arms like WHERE. HAVE. YOU. BEEN. #he missed you. he missed you a lot. idiot. fool. #hhhhhhhhhhh anyway

[cloudshapedpatch]

i am pleased to announce that i am now seeing the guy i was/am fake dating (?!)

#sapphire rambles #fanfic tropes work in real life!!! #it's 4am i just got home we fell asleep watching a movie #im SCREAMING #he walked me home too #what a GENTLEMAN im literally gonna cry #kicking my feet in the air like a middle school girl squeeing like there's no tomorrow #except tomorrow we're spending the day together #again #these last few weeks we've been spending ALL our days off together #sobbing cause like. as a kid you're told crushes feel like nervousness and heart pounding #but like my god. i am just so comfortable around him. sure i get butterflies a little sometimes but it just feels so nice. #it's a cozy feeling. i am living for it #i am once again in my feels #I CARE HIM SO MUCH I CAN BARELY STAND IT #lovely mumblings

[pinkish-rose]

finally was able to watch the toh finale and. still processing this shit

#screaming crying laughing hitting kicking dancing sobbing all at once #and dadrius is REAL #guys !! #my posts #toh

[saturnsuv]

absolutely sobbing over zuko and iroh’s relationship

#just watched the part in ember island players where toph is like i once talked with your uncle and all he wanted to talk about was you #sobbing wailing screaming crying etc etc #sam speaks

[ax-y10]

who was gonna tell me!?

@pheliiaa @phxntomsdusk

#ax blabbers #ted nivison #i will eat you #sobbing crying screaming dying all at once

[peachydinosaur]

had an upsetting and disturbing interaction in the Walmart parking lot today that triggered a pretty bad adrenaline surge (i have POTS so they can be very intense and hard to recover from) (long story short someone was driving like an asshole and blocking me/menacing me/yelling at me, i flipped him off, he tried to hit my car with his car) but I'm feeling better and better about it bc... that's an insane reaction to have. 'oh someone flipped me off, a valid reaction to this is to try to hit their car with mine'

also feeling better thinking of the look on his face after he did it. he *had* been laughing, feeling like a big man, but he did that and i just started fucking screaming and pointing and whatever fucking hand gestures, and the pedestriansvwere just looking at him like 'what the actual fuck' and a few of them scurried away, he looked startled and THEN he reversed to give me room to leave. guess he wanted me to start sniveling and apologizing? like 'nooooo I'm sooooo sorry PLEASE don't hit my poor little car with your big manly car 😭' but instead i had the entirely reasonable reaction of anger and screaming at him. i don't think I've yelled that loud in years.

like what in the actual fuck? what kind of reaction is that? 'you're doing what I've indicated that i want you to do and trying to drive away, but you flipped me off. let me just. crank my steering wheel towards you and accelerate towards your vehicle at a speed that's unsafe for parking lots and then slam on the brakes a foot away from hitting you' like his truck moved at least half a car length in no fucking time and if i hadn't ALSO slammed on my brakes he would've hit me. that is NOT in any realm a normal or reasonable thing to choose to do

i was backing out of my fucking parking spot. at the point where you've pulled out of the spot and now you're kind of in the middle of the lane, i had my wheels turned all the way and was going forward to get into my lane. dude zooms up, pulls up on the right so that I can't pull into the lane like normal, and when i give him the 'what are you doing?' hand gesture/look he starts pointing at me to go around him. and that's literally not how parking lots work what the fuck do you mean dude why are you are on the wrong side of the road just let me leave. so, confused, i point and gesture for him to go to the left of me like a normal fucking person. I'm just going 'what the hell am i supposed to do' because i don't WANT to be driving on the wrong side of the road in a busy parking lot, but there's cars behind me too so i can't back up. I'm sitting like that for maybe five seconds. apparently he is very unhappy that i pointed for him to go through the parking lot like a normal person and very unhappy that i didn't immediately and happily drive onto the wrong side of the road in a busy parking lot so he drives closer to me and starts yelling and pointing and getting mad. so i flip him off, i don't know why. i was startled i guess but i have a rule where i don't flip off other drivers if they're gonna see it. just panicked. i don't do that. that's not something i do. so yeah okay, whatever, I'm startled and I'd like to get the fuck out of this situation and the only option at this point is to drive around him. so i start trying to and he pulls that shit. THAT'S FUCKING INSANE!! IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS THAT A THING A PERSON WOULD DO?? WHERE DO YOU LIVE WHERE A NORMAL AND REASONABLE THING TO DO IS MAKE SOMEONE THINK YOU'RE ABOUT TO SLAM YOUR CAR INTO THEIRS???? sir you are unwell

i don't know if anyone's even going to read this but like. have you ever seen someone accelerating towards you and thought you were about to be in a head on collision? that's fucking terrifying. in that moment your brain doesn't go 'there's not enough room for him to accelerate enough to cause me lasting bodily harm' your brain goes 'I'm about to be in a head on collision'

like. should i have flipped him off? no, i don't know why i did, i genuinely do not do that like ever. is there any world where if you sat me down and walked me through the interaction leading up to that where i would guess his next action is to consciously try to cause an accident in the Walmart parking lot? there is no such world, if it hadn't happened to me i don't think i could've ever come up with it

when he backed off and looked a little startled i think it was less that he felt bad for what he did or realized he was in the wrong and more he realized 'there are at least five people standing/walking in this parking lot that just saw me do that. if i do anything else I'm not going to get away with it' and like look at the optics on that. him, 50 year old man in his massive new looking red truck, on the wrong side of the road, to me, young woman in a 25 year old sedan. that's not a good look for him. maybe he was startled that my response was anger and screaming, like, he definitely wasn't expecting that. i don't fucking know. i just know that it's fucking insane to try to cause an accident in the Walmart parking lot

#the adrenaline surge fucking sucked #i have hyperadrenergic POTS so my adrenaline response is. extremely overreactive #like initially i was just angry. that's just what happens when something spooks me and i get an adrenaline surge #just felt so fucking mad that once i was out of the parking lot i just screamed at the top of my lungs #and then i just started sobbing and almost had to pull over bc i was hyperventilating #i managed to calm down enough to finish the drive bc it was only five minutes #but once i got there i had to just sit in the car and sob for a while before i could compose myself enough to walk in #said hi real quick to my boyfriend's roommates and went to his room to lay down and cry #chugged an entire Gatorade and some water and texted him #he was on break at work so he called and i could not stop crying on the phone #and we've been together for a few years so he's familiar with the concept of I'm going to cry for up to an hour after an adrenaline surge #but i just sobbed on the phone #felt better after a little bit #and then realized that i had sweat through all of my clothes to the point where i was at minimum damp all over #absolutely soaked at the pits it was gross #took a shower and changed clothes and felt a bit better but for the rest of the day I've been exhausted and tense #all of my muscles hurt and i have a headache and my tinnitus has been extra loud #brain fog has been especially bad and i almost started crying when my friend killed me in a video game #a video game where it is normal to kill each other #had to take a few minutes to just sit there and calm down #hopefully i don't feel too bad tomorrow but i haven't had an adrenaline surge this bad in a long time and they really can fuck with you #i thought i was going to be in a head on fucking collision in my car!!!! i think that could elicit an adrenaline response in any normal guy #but i am cursed with 'will have an adrenaline response to anything remotely startling' disease #and when it's a big adrenaline surge sometimes I'm just gonna be out of commission the next day #our bodies weren't meant to have big adrenaline often! it's for when the tigers are about to get you! it's for life or death situations! #which is good and fine for when there are tigers and death #but it really does take a fucking toll #anyways in exhausted and can't sleep so good luck everyone! #hope your day was better than mine #i said things