#nearly cried and ruined my makeup

[modmad]

okay okay okayokayokay so i had a really great time at the con (more pictures will come dw) BUT THE BEST PART BY FAR was meeting these two wonderful followers who were so sweet and MADE. THIS LIL LETHE DOLL based off the main character in that book i wrote AND I'M SO AAAAA they loved Unbecoming and I'm really just so happy that anyone does but THIS!!! THIS?!?!!!

IF THIS IS YOU PLEASE REPLY! HELLO! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

[mattyriddlesbitch]

FUCKING GOD I NEED MORE MATTHEO RIDDLE AND OVERSTIMULATION 😭😭😭 I'm begging!!

I can just hear Mattheo's voice. "Begging for me again already, angel?"

You Can Take It

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: dacryphilia, overstimulation, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, bondage

18+ Minors DNI!

Ever since he had overstimulated you the first time, he was always looking to see how else he could do it. He loved seeing those pretty tears and ripping orgasm after orgasm from you.

So when he found your secret little wand vibrator, he knew exactly what he was going to do with it.

He had you bound to the bed, hands and legs tied. You couldn’t close your legs even if you wanted to. He was kissing and licking and biting all over you, leaving little marks here and there. You were nearly dripping from how worked up you were.

“You have no patience, darling.” Mattheo said as you kept whining and squirming under him.

“Please, Matty, I need you.” You begged, trying to give him your sweetest little puppy eyes so he’d give in.

“So needy. I’ll take care of you, baby.” He said before giving you a quick kiss, leaning back so he could look at your pussy. “She’s fucking dripping, princess.” He ran a finger through your folds, making you moan. 

He grabbed the vibrator, turning it on a low setting and pressing it to your clit. You moaned, legs trying to close around the toy, but the restraints stopped you.

“Oh, look at that. Someone’s sensitive.” He teased, turning the vibrations up a level.

Curses flew out of your mouth as you tried your hardest to keep still.

“Your fucking pussy is begging to be fucked. You feel empty, angel?” He teased, watching your desperate and empty hole try to clench on anything.

“Yes, I need something, Matty. Please.” You nodded and moaned.

“What do you want? You want my fingers? My cock? Or maybe that dildo you’ve been hiding from me?” He asked with a smug smile.

“No! I want you! I want your fingers!” You begged.

“Oh, so you’re saying I’m better than your toys?” He wasn’t upset about the toys, he liked that you had them actually, but he did want to tease you. 

“You’re so much better. Please, Matty.” You whined, trying to move your hips against the vibrator.

“I got you.” He said and pushed two fingers inside you.

You were moaning and crying out from how good it felt. The vibrator and his fingers were such a deadly combo. He already knew how to get your sensitive spots and make you cum quickly with his fingers. The vibrator added onto that was making your eyes roll back and legs shake. You didn’t last long before you were cumming on his fingers. He praised and complimented you as he helped you ride out your high.

Except he didn’t stop. No, he turned up the vibrator actually, his fingers still thrusting in and out. You were crying now, body still trembling as you fought against your restraints.

“Mattheo, please, I can’t.” You sobbed.

He clicked his tongue. “How many times have we been over this, sweetheart? You can take it. Just relax.”

You just cried from the overwhelming pleasure, still pulling at your restraints. Your body was screaming at you to pull away, but you physically couldn’t. Mattheo was trying to soothe you with some praises, telling you how good you were doing. You screamed and cried when he ripped another orgasm from you.

“Good girl. I told you you could take it.” He said, pulling his fingers out. He left the vibrator on you as he came closer, pressing his tip against your entrance. “You’re so beautiful.” He said sweetly before pushing in. “Shit, pretty girl, you feel so good. I’m gonna have to use this thing on you more.” He said as he started thrusting.

You were just a poor sobbing mess below him. His fingers were nice, but his cock was so much thicker and hit deeper. You were moaning and crying, tears running down your face. And that was the hottest thing in the world to him. Your sweet little face with ruined makeup, crying from how good he was making you feel.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me and cum on my cock?” His voice was so sweet compared to what he was doing to you.

“Yes! I’ll be good!” You sobbed. He really shouldn’t be loving this as much as he did. He shouldn’t love seeing you cry and sob.

“Good, I wanna fucking see you cum then.” He said, his eyes dragging down your body, watching your tits bounce for a moment before trailing further to see him fucking your sweet pussy.

You came again, violently. Shaking, screaming, crying, pulling at the restraints. Those might leave marks later, but that’s definitely not a concern at the moment.

He couldn’t take it anymore either. The way you screamed his name, the way you were crying, the way your walls were clenching around him. He came right after you, filling your pussy with his cum.

He’s definitely keeping the vibrator, that’s for sure.

[rafesangelita]

love your new theme and rafe + noncon (if your uncomfortable just ignore this)

warnings: non-con!!, ex-bf!rafe, possessiveness, breaking and entering (?), obsession, manipulation, unprotected sex

a/n: i’m so happy you love the theme, thank youuu <3 also i got a little carried away so this is a tiny bit longer than a drabble lol

“yes, i’m just so excited! i haven’t been on a date in so long..” you held your phone between your cheek and your shoulder as you fixed the straps of your heels. “oh, my god, please tell me you’re wearing that one sexy dress that you keep in the back of your closet,” you laughed softly, “the dress that rafe never let me wear? yeah, i’m wearing it out tonight.” your friend squealed excitedly on the other line. “i just know you look insanely hot right now. what was that guy’s name again?” she asked. “warner. remember, he’s the one that stopped me outside when we were out for brunch?” you grabbed your purse, looking at yourself in the mirror one last time.

“oh, that’s right! okay, stay safe and tell me all the details when you get back.” she said. “i will, bye!” you hung up, making your way to the front door.. except it was already open. “warner, huh?” your heart dropped at the voice. it couldn’t be. “how did you get in here, rafe?” your voice was shaky, fear planting your feet in place. he sighed, pressing his chest to your back as he closed the door, locking it shut. “i made a spare key.” he shrugged, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. “where do you think you’re going, y/n?” his chin rested in the crook of your neck.

“on a date.” his breath was hot against your skin. “no, no, i don’t think so..” he whispered in your ear, a hand coming up to wrap around your throat. you should’ve known it wasn’t going to be this easy to ‘move on’ from rafe. he made it nearly impossible for you to get through each day without a reminder. the cryptic messages, the constant deliveries and showering of gifts, it, he, was inescapable. “please leave.” you whimpered, a chill running down your spine as his grip tightened around the column of your throat. “what did i tell you about this dress?” he traced a finger down your side.

“you have to leave me alone, rafe. i’m begging.” tears started forming in your eyes. “leave you alone and then what? let someone else have you? oh, baby..” he shook his head, “i’ll die before that happens.” you screamed as he dragged you down the hallway, tripping over your feet until he pushed you onto your bed. he straddled you, taking your chin between his thumb. “look at this makeup..” he marveled at the sight of your glossed lips and shimmery eyes, “i’ve always thought you looked prettier after i ruin it.” he laid you down, breathing in the scent of your perfume.

you pushed at his chest, the action deemed useless as he didn’t budge. his nose ran across the underside of your jaw. “you know what i’ve had to do since you left me?” he pinned your thigh onto his hip, stroking the soft flesh of your ass. “i spray your perfume on my pillows so that i could still go to sleep and wake up to you everyday.” you cried, still trying to push him off. “everything was so perfect..” he pulled away, wiping a stray tear from your eye, “until you fucked it all up.” he pinned both of your hands between the valley of your breasts. “until you said i was too controlling and left.” he said through gritted teeth.

rafe locked eyes with you as he undid his belt. “no. no, don’t do this.” you tried to kick and thrash, but the weight of him didn’t let you. “shhh, i’m not going to do anything i haven’t already done.” he cupped your cheeks, taking your lips in a searing kiss. you bit his bottom lip in a poor attempt to stop him but it only spurred him on even more. “you can’t hurt me, baby.” he laughed, sliding your panties to the side. “stop!” you looked away from him, screwing your eyes shut as he forced himself into you. you gasped, your walls fluttering around the intrusion. “i don’t believe you when you say you don’t want this, you know why?” he stroked your folds, holding his fingers up.

“look at how fucking wet you are, i just slid right in.” he smeared the shiny digit against your lips. you whimpered. “please, rafe.” you shuddered when you finally looked at him again, a sadistic grin adorning his face. “keep going? i am.” he groaned, his eyebrows knitting together as his jaw went slack. “fuck, i missed this pussy so much,” he hiked your dress up around your hips, his thumb now rubbing fast circles on your clit, “tell me you missed me too.” he tugged on the roots of your hair, forcing you to look down at where you two were connected.

you swallowed thickly, feeling yourself approaching your orgasm. “i missed you too.” your voice was barely above a whisper, but rafe still heard you clearly. “yeah?” he tenderly stroked the side of your voice. your eyes rolled back as your legs began trembling around his waist. rafe’s hips stuttered, both of you clinging onto one another as you fell over the edge. tears rolled down your cheeks, your vision hazy while he spilled into you, your cunt still clenching around him for everything he had. you stared at the ceiling once rafe collapsed on top of you, running your fingers through his hair.

you two stayed like this for a few minutes before the door bell chimed. as if you snapped out of a trance, you were suddenly hyper aware of the sticky mess between your thighs. rafe got up, making his way to the front door as you laid there on your bed, legs feeling like jelly. you didn’t even want to imagine what rafe was saying to warner right now. you sighed, sitting up once rafe walked back into the room, a smug look on his face. “he won’t be coming back. let’s get in the shower and call it a night, yeah?” you nodded, allowing him to undress you. “ray?” you watched as he took your heels off, “yeah, pretty girl?” he glanced up, meeting your tear stained eyes.

“are you staying?” rafe massaged your foot, “yeah, and you’re not leaving.”

[sunnytotherescue]

Despite Mephistopheles being my sweetie cakes honey pie, I'm also quite the fan of Asmodeus!! He's a cutie >w<

I want to cover him in bruises.

cw: ruining the pretty boy, kinda mean reader, ...asmos' tiny peen. hehehe

Avatar's Thirst. Asmodeus mindlessly flipped through the latest print of it, peach-pink lips forming a small frown as he studied the images of himself.

It was a porn magazine. His porn magazine. The monthly subscription was stupid expensive, but any less and the demon's who bought it wouldn't be worthy of his grace. Every picture was perfect, his makeup flawless, the camera angles just right, and all the lingerie sets the camera crew gave matched nicely.

But that was the problem.

Asmodeus was too perfect. Too clean and spotless in all of the photos. Don't get it wrong, the people ate up every picture of him like starved dogs. It was Asmodeus himself that was unhappy.

He wanted something new, something different and something that would give him back that feeling of excitement again which he had missed so much when publishing lewd prints of himself.

That's where you came in. He told you to be mean. To be cruel and to make him cry.

And you listened.

"G-God!! Oh fuck-!" Asmodeus cried out, glittery red nails clawing at pristine white sheets as you pounded him like a bull. He'd dressed in deep reds that night, lips a dark rose with matching nails. Oh he looked so beautiful, so easy to ruin.

Mascara ran down his cheeks and stained his skin. Drool slipped from his lips with every breath that was punched from his lungs. "Please- ah! Please!" A camera went off, capturing the sobbing expression. He couldn't feel his legs at this point and your hands had to be leaving marks, had to be bruising his spotless skin. Just what he asked for.

"Stop moving." You snapped at him, frustrated with his squirming. He couldn't help it though, not with how your cock split him open, squeezing into his walls and forcing him to just take and take and take.

"Can't- can't I can't pleash!" Asmo sobbed shaking his head rapidly as a camera lowered to get a full view of his face. Your tip slammed into his prostate with every thrust, abusing the swollen gland over and over again. "You asked for this." He trembled at your words, crying, sobbing loudly. He'd already cum so much, the bedding below soaked in a puddle of his own semen. You were surprised that such a pathetic cock could produce so much. "knn- know! I know- but s' t-tomchh-" Asmo choked on his own words, slurring them together as his mind melted into mush.

He was starting to babble, incoherent sounds and begging accompanied the sinful plap plap plap of your hips slamming against his ass, sending the bruised-red skin rippling.

Asmodeus wailed, dick spurting out one last sad orgasm before a camera went off, and just 2 days later, his sales skyrocketed.

Suddenly, your hand came up and tangled into his hair, yanking the strawberry locks and forcing him to pull up. Asmodeus scrambled, trying to hold onto something as his back met your chest. The new position exposed his stomach, making the poor demon feel even more vulnerable as he heard a camera zoom in on where you two were connected. "Look so pathetic like this." You spoke into his ear, wrapping an arm around his waist so you could press a hand against his belly. "Feel that? S'me, so deep in you, ain't I?" He whimpered, eyes nearly crossing from the bulge rearranging his guts. He swears your in his lungs.

A final thrust forced him to sink down on your cock just as you cum, painting his walls with your essence and filling him up to the brim.

He'd be needing you again.

[nanamineedstherapy]

Smudges & Giggles

Sukuna X Reader

Vampire Reader comes home drunk to Ryomen Sukuna, who's trying his best to get the makeup off from your face while you try to become a menace incarnate. - Tooth-rotting fluff

The front door slammed open, and Sukuna turned from the couch, already scowling. You stumbled in, barefoot, a faint sheen of crimson on your lips, cheeks flushed, and eyes glowing like embers.

"You're late," Sukuna grunted, tossing the remote aside. "And reeking of—" His nose crinkled. "Is that… tequila?"

You giggled, kicking the door closed behind you. "Mayyybe." Your voice lilted as you teetered on unsteady feet. "And maybe a little blood. It’s a long story."

"Of course, it is," he muttered, catching you just as you swayed toward a tragic encounter with the coat rack. "Sit."

Instead, you threw your arms around his neck, pressing your face into his chest. "Missed you," you mumbled, words slurred and sticky with affection.

His shoulders stiffened, but the warmth in your voice made his irritation dissolve like frost under sunlight. “Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed. "You're a mess."

You gasped dramatically. “How dare you?” You flopped back against the sheets, nearly tumbling off until his hand shot out to keep you from meeting the floor.

"Stay still," he ordered, kneeling beside you. In one hand, he held a small cotton pad, in the other, a bottle of makeup remover he’d seen you use a thousand times. "You look like you lost a fight with a paint factory."

You poked his cheek, ignoring the warning in his glare. “And you look like you lost a fight with a barber. What's with the hair? Trying to impress someone?” You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Sukuna sighed, dragging the pad across your face with surprising gentleness. “Stop squirming, idiot.”

"But you're so—hic—pretty," you slurred, reaching up to cup his jaw. “Why’re your eyes so pink? You crying 'cause you missed me too?”

He snorted, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “Yeah. Crying tears of joy that you’re home to ruin my night.”

You giggled, and your laughter was infectious. It bubbled up and spilled into the room, filling every corner. Sukuna’s hand faltered for a moment before resuming its task, his touch careful as he wiped away the smudges of your night.

“You smell like strawberries,” you blurted, nuzzling into his hand mid-swipe. “It’s cute.”

He sighed deeply, as though the weight of your existence had suddenly doubled. “Will you just—”

But you were already sitting up, wiggling out of his grasp. “Nooope! Too much energy!” You bounced on the bed, your laughter escalating as he tried and failed to pin you down long enough to finish cleaning your face.

“Stop acting like a damn toddler,” he growled, though there was no real anger in his tone. His frustration only grew as you flopped onto your stomach and started kicking your feet in the air like you were lounging at a beachside resort.

“Make me~,” you sing-songed, flashing him a toothy grin.

Sukuna stared at you, dumbfounded, and then, to your utter delight, he let out a laugh. A real, rumbling laugh that made your chest tighten with a fluttery warmth.

“Fine,” he said, tossing the cotton pad aside and grabbing you by the waist. You squealed as he lifted you off the bed like you weighed nothing, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” you cried between giggles, pounding your fists half-heartedly against his back.

“Not a chance,” he shot back, smirking as he carried you toward the bathroom. “You’re washing your face, one way or another.”

You pouted. “You’re no fun.”

“And you’re a menace,” he retorted, setting you down in front of the sink. He reached for a towel, shaking his head. “But you’re my menace, I guess.”

Your pout melted into a sleepy smile. "Love you, 'Kuna," you mumbled, swaying toward him.

He stilled, his eyes narrowing as he caught you. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, though his voice was softer now. He pressed the towel into your hands. “Wash your face. Then bed. No arguments.”

But as he turned to leave, your voice followed him, soft and teasing. "Love you too."

And just like that, Sukuna knew he was doomed.

Chapter 2 - Four Arms & Winter Tea

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[trashmouth-richie]

pretty sure my thumbs have never typed so fast in my life when i got this prompt from @fishwithtitz

prompt was eddie x you smut + an image saying “you’ve been poisoned” at the bottom of a cup of coffee— i tweaked this a bit

18+ minors go away, smut! anal! biting, squirting, no condoms (don’t do this in real life unless you want a baby and can provide for one) a-to-v (also don’t do this unless you want a coochie infection) this is fanfic so pls keep that in mind, another secret gross thing that happens at the end. voyeurism! (kinda) eddie fucks, like reaaallly fucks.

<800k / eddie x fem reader

“fuck.” 

The windows were streaked. Sweaty handprints pressed into the cold glass, telling a story to anyone walking past just exactly what was taking place behind the locked doors of the car. 

The leather jacket you had peeled off of his shoulders laid on the floor along with one of your broken heels (the other— shoved stiletto first into the vent) along with shreds of ripped black pantyhose. 

You sucked the ring on his lip into your mouth with a shaky moan, the heat from your mouth sending his tongue into a frenzy— making his hips thrust into your ass with such force you nearly hit the windshield. 

Facing away from him, hands holding steady onto the dash, your fingernails scrape down the vinyl in long strokes as your tight ass bobs up and down his length.

“nasty girl,” he breathes into your ear, “fucking knew it the minute I saw you.” 

Tonight was Rick’s birthday party, and when your friends had begged you to come out, you finally agreed. 

Angling your neck to the moonlight he holds your necklace close to your throat in an all too smooth motion so it was gathered in his fist. 

The marks he had sucked into your neck were already raised, and he smirked as he bit into your shoulder. 

“Your boyfriend gonna care if you go home with these?”

Whining at the pleasuring pressure of his cock stuffed tight where nobody else has been, you rub a small circle into your clit, inserting your own manicured finger into your cunt. 

“What boyfriend?” you panted out, playing coy. 

He tweezed one of your nipples between his thick fingers, twisting until you yelped out. 

“Oh baby, ‘m fuckin’ you dumb huh?”

Mewling in response he drives into you harder, faster, joining your hand on your clit until your release sprays over the dashboard. Cries spilling out of you and the sweet taste of tears ruining your makeup. He coaxes you on, cheering you like you’re a varsity lettermen. 

Flipping you around so you’re facing him, he licks up your tears, shoving you forward into your own mess—your back slick with it. 

He laughs a mocking chuckle at the sight of you, wrecked because of him. No time is wasted before he splits your pussy open, grunting when your eyes practically cross, knowing he’s bigger than the limp dick you’d been fucking until tonight, until him.

“If you don’t have a boyfriend— who’s car is this?” 

You smile a wicked grin, telling him between gasps and his choked grunts. 

“Perfect.” 

—

He zips up his jeans— door to the car open as he tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear, looking for his shirt, a cigarette between his teeth. 

Standing barefoot on the concrete, you’re no longer wearing the shoes or pantyhose you wore to the party you try smudging your eye makeup to make it look decent in the closed back window, when he speaks. 

“I— yeah, I really hope you’re not expecting me to whisk you away to a fucking castle or some sh—”

You laugh light heartedly, “Eddie— trust me, I know.” 

He shoves his head through the hole of his shirt, planting heavy boots on the ground before he stands taller than you, a devils smirk on his lips. 

“Dating really isn’t my thing, but y’ might be more of a freak than I am, sugar.” 

You both smile, standing awkward in post sex bliss. 

“See ya ‘round?” you ask leaning into him, pressing your chest into the crisp white of his shirt before pressing a small kiss to his neck, leaving before his hands could hold the small of your back. 

“Yeah, definitely,” he looks down wiping the cheesy grin from his face before calling after your leaving frame, “hit me up whenever you wanna fuck in Hargrove’s car again.” 

—

That night at Rick’s, Billy was brought a beer by a pretty girl with smudged makeup, bare feet— a weird little smile on her face before she leaned into him, telling him, “drink up, handsome”.

The beer tasted different but he was already so sauced he didn’t notice. 

He also didn’t notice a white milky substance at the bottom of the cup, or a message in writing that looked similar to the graffiti in the bathroom stalls at the Hideout. 

Devil horns surrounded the scrawled message: 

“How do I taste big boy?” 

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[iwas-princess]

hi ok so u said u want requests so here I am

how ab rin n u are in a argument and he says that ur clingy or annoying and u cry then he comforts u?

suna rintaro • all too well

“just drop it, princess.” he sighed, his sweaty palms slapping against the marble counter tops of the kitchen as your voice rose with each word you spoke.

“no! you told me that we would go to dinner today all week long, then canceled because you wanted to play a dumb game, rintaro! that’s horrible. you’re horrible to me-“

“i am not horrible to you by all means. you’re just so goddamn clingy all of the fucking time that i can never get any fucking space whenever i need it. then, when i’m actually too drained to go anywhere because you’re so fucking annoying that it actually drains my battery, you get all pissy and start claiming that i don’t do anything for you. as if i hadn’t just drove two hours out of my way yesterday to go to a stupid fucking target because ours didn’t have the- what was it? oh yeah- the worthless rug you wanted.” he ran his hands through his hair frustratedly, his back still turned to your dolled up figured as you stood behind him. “we go out on dates every week, i don’t under why you have to throw a fucking temper tantrum over this specific one, which is basically your own fault that we missed it by the way. so maybe, for future references, shut the fuck up more often if you want to go on weekly dates still. because honestly, the way shits going lately, even five hours in the same room with you can leave me so exhausted for a-“

the sob the left your lips and interrupted his rant, caused him to pause, his heart nearly stopping at the sound.

he hadn’t realized majority of what he was saying as he spoke, his mouth moving before his brain registered what he was saying and who he was say it to.

you were his princess, the one person that he had never minded going above and beyond for without complaint as he held your hand the whole ten hour drive to wherever you asked of him, you sweet smile beaming at him as you told him about everything on your pretty mind and gushed over him. he never minded, not even when you asked for the stupidest things and spoke about things he didn’t care about for hours on end— he never minded.

how could he have been so cruel?

you were sensitive, more delicate than any other girl he had ever met in his life. he had to choose his words carefully and kindly explain things to you, always. and until today, he had never found himself growing irritated with your slower mind or sensitive nature.

in fact, he found it lovely.

he turned around, facing the heart wrenching sight of a broken lover in front of him.

your makeup wad ruined, the waterproof mascara you bought for tonight failing it’s purpose and running down your foundation covered cheeks as you cried uncontrollably, your fragile heart wounded and breaking with each breath you took.

never had he ever given you any reason to believe that you were anything but wonderful in his eyes, and the newly discovered truth changed your whole perception.

what if everything you’ve ever thought you had was nothing but a mere lie to savor your feelings?

the wonderful princess treatment he provided you made your foolish heart swoon and he filled your every thought with each action of service he gave you, and now… now it was seemingly all a lie.

“baby, please-“ his voice was gentle now, a quick transition from the harsh tone a moment ago.

you interrupted him with the face of your palm, holding your hand in the air childishly before speaking.

“don’t.”

the broken sound of your now soft voice caused rintaro’s stomach to drop, a deep guilty feeling already developing in his bones, surly growing as the hours ticked by.

“princess, please, i’m-“

“oh, s-so now i’m your princess? i th-though that i was annoying and dr-drained you.” you snapped, your voice quivering and hiccuping as you spoke through sobs.

he sighed at the reminder of his past words, his heart crushing underneath the pressure of his rising guilt.

“i didn’t mean it, i swear. i-i-i love you, angel, please. just stop crying, it’s oka-“

“no it’s not! you-you hurt me rintaro, really bad twice tonight. i-i don’t think i can ever forgive you.”

his whole world felt like it tilted, a large semi falling off the sideways road and crushing him once the words left your mouth.

‘you hurt me, rintaro’

the sadness in your voice as you said his name hurt him beyond belief, like a knife carving into his skin slowly.

he took an oath to himself the moment he fell in love with you that he would never hurt you, and would wish death upon those who dared to.

if he could, he would’ve kicked his own ass violently for saying all of the stupid shit he did, even dumping his body over the nearest river for making his princess cry.

he needed to hold you, tell you it’s alright and he’ll make everything better, like he always had. hot chocolate and your favorite romcom while snuggled with him and a stuffie always did the trick, making you forget all about your woes and giving them to suna to take care of come morning.

and boy, did he ever take care of your issues…

to recall every occurrence would be nearly impossible, for there are far too many where people had remorselessly stepped on your fragile feelings without any apology— until your rinnie dealed with them, that is.

he took a few steps towards your shaking figure, watching in agony as you sobbed to yourself over his inconsiderate words.

you looked beautiful tonight before the fight, your dress hugging your curves wonderfully and the matching jewelry set he bought you last week was accessorizing you just how he imagined it would. it truly broke his whole being to watch you fall apart, let alone considering the high hopes you had for the evening given your appearance.

taking a few more impulsive steps forward until he reached only about two feet away from you, suna watched as you began to compose yourself finally, your eyes opening and tears falling freely as your gaze set on the white tiles of the floor.

he gave you a few minutes to gather your thoughts, knowing all too well your crying habits.

“i don’t think i can ever forgive you, rintaro.” you mumbled, voice hoarse and shattered.

“i-i know, i know, baby and i’m so so sorry, truly.” he quickly responded.

“you were mean.. so mean.”

you fumbled with the satin sleeve of your dress, tears slowing their rapid pace but no where near finished yet as they rolled down your plump cheeks.

“i never thought you would be mean, rin. not to me, ever. but… i guess i don’t know you as well i thought.”

“what? no, no, princess-“ he rushed over to your side, ignoring the alarmed look on your broken face as you looked at him wide eyed. “you know me, okay? you know me better than anyone, don’t let my moronic outburst make you think any different, my love. what i said was horrible. it was horrible and i never ever should have said those things to you because they weren’t the truth, i swear on everything. i-i love you, and you’re not annoying, ever. in fact, i don’t think i can get enough of you talking or asking me to do things for you. i love catering to my princess and i don’t know why i said otherwise at all. okay?”

his hands cradled your face carefully, as if he’d brake you even more if he was even a slight bit rough, his thumbs stroked away your tears as they trickled down and left black streaks. he didn’t mind the messy look you adorned, not as much as he minded the cause of it.

you let out a soft hiccup.

“i love you too, rin. but, i-i can’t think of you the way i used to. not after…” you trailed, trying to avoid the mention of specifics in order to keep yourself from sobbing once more.

his eyes squeezed shut at the realization of your future.

“can we try? please, princess? i-i need you to breathe, to-to live. taking care of you has been my only reason for smiling, please. i’ll do anything.”

you sighed shakily. you knew well enough that you couldn’t live with your doting boyfriend either, his care and love would be too missed and your heart would be crippled for all eternity. suna was your only love, the only man who ever showed you how much you were truly worth and that it was okay to be dependent and need help. you loved him more than anything in the entire universe, nothing could change that— not even this.

it was sad, really.

“we’ll have to, rin. because i can’t live a day without you. you were right though, i am clingy. i cant go two minutes without asking for a kiss or looking at you, and i’ll work on it-“

“don’t. don’t you ever stop craving to be near me, princess. i love it, i really do. i have no clue why i denied that i do, baby girl. you’re everything to me and i want you to touch me all the time, so please don’t stop.” he whispered, his hazel eyes looking deep into yours.

instinctively, you captured his lips in a gentle kiss, as usual routine whenever he reassured you that you were his perfect dream. you hadn’t even realized your mistake until it was too late and suna’s arms were wrapping around you tightly, a wordless way of apologizing once more.

but this time you felt it, you felt that he meant he was sorry and would beat himself up every day until he died for hurting you.

you melted in his hold, arms eventually sliding on his back and pulling his closer for the emotional support he always provided you.

the strong scent of his cologne filled your stuffed nostrils, a warm, fuzzy feeling replacing the cold and devastated emptiness you once felt moments prior.

this wasn’t healthy, you forgiving him so quick, you knew it too. but, suna wasn’t like the other men who repeated their regrets, he actually loved you and kept his word.

which is why you chose to stay and heal, eventually trusting him with your sensitive heart again with time.

[losing-it-lately]

I''ll give you a song rec and character! I've had "Please, Please, Please" by Sabrina Carpenter in my head for forever and it's basically about two people from different social circles and loving someone who doesn't always make good decisions, so I can really see an Eddie x Reader based on that!

Please Please Please!

wc: 0.6k

heist!eddie munson x reader

angst? more like a whump/fun heist au, but this is very inspired by the mv being about sabrina carpenter not wanting barry keoghan to go to jail

Your friends all have normal boyfriends- normal, law abiding boyfriends. And it's sweet having an intelligent and beautiful man, one who's both cunning and strategic, but kind and empathetic. Eddie is so many wonderful things, but legal isn't one of them.

You met him at the Louvre, a beautiful month-long trip to Paris that ended with finding the man of your dreams. And it was perfect, especially when he invited you to a quick trip to Rome, all expenses paid. Yes, you had just met the man, but you clicked- you had never clicked with anyone before.

“What good timing,” you remarked in the private jet to Italy, “the Louvre just had a set of expensive artifacts stolen. And the Cupid and Psyche statue!”

Of course he took it, it was the statue where you both met! He’s a man of business and love, Eddie can't help himself. And he nearly cries when a few months after your trips, you find the statue when exploring the lovely home you share. “Oh my God. This is why you don't trust men who you’ve only known for a month.” His eyes glaze over as he begins to ramble about it being a replica and him being an “engineer” like he told you.

You calm him down and he swears to tell you the truth, of every heist, of every plan, of every scam. And it's fine, until the first heist that you know is a heist. It was meant to be easy, you would get constant updates from Dustin while you would spend time with your friends at a bar downtown. A lovely alibi. And it was fine, until the updates paused and all of your friends’ questions circled back to your “mysterious European dreamboat”.

It’s difficult to balance “he’s not like that” with humble brags of the jewellery he buys you and quick lies about his job.

It's hours later than expected and you're tensed, the nerves in your stomach are jumbled, and then Eddie jogs in. He’s loud and hyper and the adrenaline is taking over, and suddenly another fear washes over you: the post heist high.

You motion for him to follow you before he can even get a word in with any of your friends. Immediately, in the dingy bar bathroom, he has you pushed up against the mirror, his nose pressed into the junction of your neck, smelling the bitter alcohols and sweet perfumes of the night (and the sweat from dancing, but he would never admit to enjoying it). His lips began pressing into your jaw, the adrenaline threatening to pass onto you, but you resist and push him off. A small pout forms on his lips. “My friends are outside!” You hastily whisper, “We can't do this here, and worse, you cannot give away that you’re a criminal! Please, don't do this to me, Eddie.”

His hands come to your jaw, rubbing and cradling, “I promise. I’ll keep my cool, baby.” Pent up tears threaten to release after all the stress of the night. “Shhhh,” he coos, “I’ll be so cool, don't ruin your makeup over me, pretty girl.”

“You scared me so much Eddie.” You hold onto his hands and soothe yourself. If your friends see tear streaks, they won't assume good and pure things. He stretches his arms around you, he's hot like a furnace from the running, but he's calm somehow, it's like he's calming for you.

You leave the bathroom and join your friends, before ditching early to eat a deserved diner dinner- something greasy and American to replenish the soul. Eddie holds your hand the entire drive there, he draws circles onto your knuckles and laughs as you recount stories of your friends. Next time, his introduction will be better, a brunch or something nice and grown up. But now, he just wants to think about you and your night together, nothing else.

[xenyasplacex]

Mama’s Girl Part 1

Summary: Chris Navigating being a single dad to a teenage girl until an unexpected visitor arrives

Warnings: Swearing, Crying, Underage drinking, Drug use (weed), Teenage pregnancy, toxic parents, talks of comas. Lmk if i’ve missed anything

A/N: THIS IS NOT A PREGNANCY TROPE. This chapter makes it seem like one but it is not. i didn’t write this Chapter, my best friend did and has asked me to continue the story because she quit tumblr. I’ll try and get the next part out asap.

Adria Pronunciation : Ahh, deer, ahh

PRESENT DAY

“It's okay baby come on,” Chris said as he gently moved his extremely high daughter up the stairs as she continued to bawl her eyes out.

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry” She repeated over and over again as she clung onto her dads night shirt.

It broke Chris’ heart to see his little girl this upset. He forever cursed the day her mother left. He cursed it because it meant that Adira was never given a proper mother child relationship that she needed. It meant that she was subject to such heavy bullying because she never knew what the love of a mother felt like. It meant that she forever blamed herself for seeing her Father crumbling because the love of his life had vanished. It meant that when she was only 5 she had to bang on Matt’s door with her little fists in tears because she couldn't wake her dad up. It meant that at 4 she had to knock on Nick’s door and ask him to take her to school because her dads bedroom door was locked. It meant that Chris almost ruined his whole career by nearly having his own child ripped from his hands.

But after years of trying hard to fix himself up and care for his daughter, he and Adira were finally happy it had all been destroyed by one singular phone call. A phone call that brought back all those old emotions that Adira had been suppressing. Those feelings of guilt, sadness, and anger came rushing back but now she had a way to get rid of those feelings.

Weed.

Chris didn’t know where she got it from or where she got the money for it, but Chris knew weed and he knew that it would have had to be pretty damn strong to put here in this state.

“I ruined everything, dad I'm so so sorry. I've never done it before I promise, I'm just tired of feeling sad, I'm so so tired” She cried as they got to the top of the staircase.

Chris’ heart broke once again.

“It’s okay baby, this is hard on you I know it is. It’s gonna be okay.” He cooed as he helped her to her bedroom.

He very gently laid her on her bed, wiping her tears away with his thumb as he fought with himself to keep his own tears at bay. Sometimes he hated how much she looked like her because it was a constant reminder of what he had lost. Don’t get him wrong, Chris loved his daughter with every single bone in his body and thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world, but he also loved her mother. He loved her mother more than he could even fathom and  though people always said she looked like Chris he couldn’t help but see so much of her mother in her.

He gently took off her shoes, putting them in her wardrobe before sitting her up against her headboard and using a makeup wipe to wipe away the makeup she was wearing, wiping away tears that fell in the process.

“Okay baby, let's get you into bed now,” Chris said as he laid her back down on the bed and put the blanket over. Adira only cried harder at that, “What’s wrong baby?” he asked, pushing her hair away from her face.

“Please don’t leave me, I'm scared of being alone please don’t leave me alone.” Adira gripped onto Chris’ hand desperate for some sort of presence in the room with her. 

“I’m not going anywhere Bambi, I'm just gonna tuck you in and I'm gonna stay right here.” Chris whispered as he calmed his daughter down and then laid beside her, allowing her to snuggle up into his side and lay there till she fell asleep.

2 WEEKS INTO PREGNANCY

“Hey, Y/n…you okay? You look…nervous,” Justin asked as he stepped out of the way for her to enter.

“Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Urm is Chris here? I really need to talk to him.” Y/n asked, playing with the bracelets on her wrists as a way of trying to calm herself down.

“Yeah, he’s in his room,” Justin said as he pointed upstairs. Justin had always viewed Y/n as a little sister, he really did care for her deeply and seeing her this distressed really just didn’t sit right with him. He knew something was up but he also knew Y/n would simply shut down if he dared say anything so he just let her go, hoping that he would somehow get to the bottom of whatever it is that was bugging her.

Y/n didn’t bother knocking on Chris’ door, she gently opened the door and spotted him at his computer typing away at something.

“Hey Chris,” Y/n started as she gently shut and locked his door. She couldn’t afford any sort of distractions from the rest of Chris’ family. She needed this to happen and she needed it to happen now.

Chris momentarily looked up before going back to his computer screen, “Hey babe, just give me one second to finish this post and ill be right with you.” 

Y/n sat on his bed nervous as ever, trying to rehearse what she was going to say. How exactly do you tell your boyfriend he accidentally got you pregnant at 17 and your parents are just about ready to kill him? And how was she supposed to prepare for his reaction? Chris’ could decide to run. He could decide he didn’t want to be a part of this child's life, he could decide to break up with her on the spot. He could…

“What’s up mama,” Chris interrupted her thought as he crashed onto his bed next to her, a love sick smile plastered on his face. She winced at the word ‘Mama’ knowing that it was now or never.

“Chris’ i need to tell you something and it’s really important.” Y/n said quietly as tears started to well in her eyes. Chris noticed this and his mind immediately went to what he thought was the worst, 

“Did you cheat on me?” He asked, looking down.

 “What? No, why would you even think that.”

 “Are you breaking up with me?” 

“No, but I might if you don’t shut up.” Chris looked up at her confused. “Then what is it?”

Y/n took a deep breath, she needed to tell  him before it was too late.

She looked him dead in the eye, a single tear falling as she whispered

“I’m pregnant Chris.”

Present day

Half an hour later, Chris was crying in his brother's bed as he clung onto Nick. They had been in this position before, Adira asleep in one room and Chris having a breakdown in the other.

“It’s not your fault Chris,” Nick whispered as he gently moved his curls out of his face “You couldn’t have done anything to stop it. She snuck out, it's not your fault.”

“I got Y/n pregnant, I put her in that coma, i didn’t step up as a father to Adira until it was almost too late. And now she’s high as a kite in her room. All this is my fault, i fucked everything up.” Chris cried.

Nick could only attempt to comfort him the best he could, trying to be as quiet as possible not to wake Adira up.

“She’s gonna be okay Chris, everything's gonna be okay.” Nick soothes

“they said she asked for me. She asked to see me. I don't think I can do it, Nick.” Chris chuckled a bit, “It’s sort of funny, for years i begged her to wake up and now she’s finally up i can’t bring myself to see her.”

Nick knew he was only laughing as a coping mechanism but he still put a smile on his face, When he heard the news that Y/n had woken up, it was like everything in the world stopped. He didn’t even get any more news before he threw his phone on the floor, smashing it in the process. Luckily Matt just happened to be in the room with him and had taken control of the current situation, getting the information needed form the doctor and trying to calm Chris down from the panic attack he was very clearly having.

Nick tightened his grip on his crying brother and simply whispered “It’s okay Chris, everything will be okay.”

8 WEEKS INTO PREGNANCY

“What do you mean you’re leaving the school?” Chris questioned as his Girlfriend sat on his bed, watching him pace around his bedroom

“My parents want me out before anyone can notice, they said i'm starting to show and that some people were confused as to why i went from wearing tank tops to hoodies. They just want to be safe. They said homeschooling was the best option for me.” Y/n replied, struggling to keep her eyes open.

“Yeah, well what do you think?” Chris asked and Y/n stopped. Come to think of it, so far she hadn’t really been asked what she thought about much regarding the pregnancy. Her mother had forced the brand new clothes, brand new curfew, brand new extracurriculars, brand new skin appointments. She sorted out all the artificial things whereas her dad made sure that there were cameras all over the house. He installed locks that only he had the key for, he boarded up certain windows to shop for any sort of ‘unneeded attention’. She had no say in how she felt, what she wanted, what restrictions she felt were going too far. She didn't even get a say in whether she wanted to keep the pregnancy or not so she hadn’t really thought about what she thought about the whole ordeal.

“I don’t wanna not see you or my friends throughout the day, you guys are the only thing in my life that brings me any sort of joy right now, but i also don't want to ruin my parents name. I can’t be the downfall to their success Chris… I just can't.” Y/n’s parents (Lilly and Tommy) owned a major law firm, one that was currently making insane amounts of money but even a small scandal such as a teenage pregnancy could potentially affect their number of clients and so the couple had opted to hide her pregnancy until Y/n the 2 can be passed of as  a sister or cousin.

“I hate this so much Chris. I hate that this pregnancy is ruining my senior year. I hate that I feel guilty about not wanting a child yet, I hate that I've dragged you into this, I hate that your family might view you differently now, I hate that I've strained your youtube career, I just… i just hate all of this”Y/n confessed, finally getting everything off her chest.

Chris just walked over to her and rapped his hands around her waist and whispered into her ear, “I'm gonna visit you everyday. I’ll bring Matt and Nick too, and we're gonna help you through everything. We’re gonna make sure you’re not isolated at all. We’re gonna pick out baby clothes, we’re gonna find out the gender together, we’re gonna stay up for hours talking about baby names, we’re gonna be okay. Imma get my papers straight and imma come straight to you baby, i promise. How does that sound?

No answer

“Y/n?” Chris asked as he looked down to see her asleep.

Fatigue, Chris thought to himself as he layed her down on his bed and threw a blanket over her, finally letting her sleep.

11 WEEKS INTO PREGNANCY

“Are you out of your mind?” Mary-Lou screamed at Lilly and Tommy, “How dare you even consider such a horrible thing!”

“Mary-lou, I understand this may be hard for you to understand but this is what needs to happen. Think of everything this pregnancy has put at stake. Separating Y/n and Chris may be the best option right now.”

“That child has 2 parents, one of which is Chris who is willing to care for both Y/n and the baby. How dare you try to take that from him!” Jimmy exclaimed

Chris’ grip on Y/n’s hand tightened and his other hand continued to stroke her hair as they listened to the argument that their parents were having downstairs.

“This is such bullshit!” Matt exclaimed from his seat on his couch, “I mean neither of you want to be separated and Y/n isn’t gonna want to go through a pregnancy alone so why would they even consider separating the 2 of you?”

“They’re trying to ignore the whole thing. Stop the chances of anyone finding out and I guess getting rid of Chris was the best way of doing that. I mean then I have nobody to go baby clothes shopping with or complete ultra sounds and stuff like that, reducing the chance of me wanting to do them.”

“That still doesn't make it right, or fair! I mean, i don't understand wh-”

“Christopher, Y/n! Get down here at once!” Tommy screamed

“Good luck,” Nick said to the pair as they got up and made their way downstairs. Lilly was sat on one side of the large dining table and Tommy was stood behind her and Jimmy and Mary-lou were both on the other side of the table.

“Christopher, i know this may be hard on both of you but we have decided that it would be best if you and Y/n are to be separated for a little time, then when the baby come we can schedule meeting times and-”

“No. Absolutely not. You’re not taking my child or my girlfriend from me.” Chris stated firmly. He wasn’t going to back down. He knew if he wanted this he would have to fight for it. He couldn’t back down. He needed to show them they had no right to chose his life for him.

“Oh for goodness sake child!” Tommy exclaimed, “Look at your life! You're in high school! You play lacrosse instead of focusing on your grades. Your parents aren’t the richest of them all. You have a blood youtube channel! You are in no position to raise a child. You just can’t. Boys like you always think they can do it and then they just run off leaving the girl and the child. I won't let that happen. I can’t afford a child like you to ruin my life. I can-” “Dad just shut up!” Y/n screamed back. “If Chris can’t see me I'm not going home with you. This is his child too, you can’t just take that away from, and for once in your life can you just stop about your stupid reputation and think about what you are doing.”

“What do you mean you're not coming home?” Lilly questioned, ignoring everything else her daughter had told her.

“I mean i’m not coming home.”

“Y/n if you do this we are cutting all ties with you. We are cutting you off both financially and emotionally and you are getting rid of that child's only stable grandparents. Do you really want to do that?”

If that's what it takes for Chris to stay in this child's life then so be it.”

PRESENT DAY

The next morning Adira woke up with the worst headache she had ever had. Stumbling downstairs she was met with Nick and Matt arguing over what the correct way to make frnch toast was. 

“Nick, you're such an idiot, it's painful. You can’t put nutmeg in french toast!”

“Just because you can’t cook doesn't mean I'm an idiot Bernard!” “Damn Uncle Matt, you can’t let that one slide!” Adira said, making the pair jump and turn around.

“Hey Bambi, how are you feeling?” Nick asked, walking up to her and pulling her into a hug.

“Bad, everythings a little…loud right now. Where's dad?”

“In the garden, i think you should go see him” Matt chimed in, pointing towards the back door where she could see her dad playing with Tessa, their dog. 

She slowly made her way out the house and into the garden preparing for a lecture from her dad, but when Chris saw her he simply smiled and tapped the spot of grass that was next to him, indicating that she should sit with him.

As she did so she quickly said, “I’m sorry dad, I really don’t know what happened last night.” She said looking down.

“It’s okay Adi, I know, it's okay.” He said ruffling her curls a bit  before he went back to stroking Tessa. “I do need to talk to you though.” He said looking down a bit caused Adira’s heart to drop a little.

“I think I'm going to go and see your mom. I know she’s probably confused but I just think I have to do this. For me, for you and for her. We can’t avoid this forever Adi. I just… I have to do it. I have to overcome whatever fear this is. You take your time okay. Let me know when you’re ready to see her and I'll take you,I just…I can't wait any longer.” Chris said quietly. He expected Adira to cry, maybe get mad or just walk away from him all together but instead she gently brought her dad into a hug.

“It’s okay dad, I get it. Do what you think is right.”

Chris just broke down at that. She understood. She understood.

“I love you Bambi. More than anything in the whole world, and im so proud that your my daughter.” Chris whispered as some tears dropped.

“I love you too dad. So much.”

[letsgetrowdy43]

How about "i screwed up, all right. but i never once lied to you. i've done a lot of shit in my life, but loving you is different." With Jamie pretty please?

Loving you is different

This was kinda heartbreaking to write, I love Jamie he’s so babygirl so this was so hard to picture it

She was seething, this hadn’t been the first time that Jamie had forgotten one of her big work events, but this one had definitely hurt the most. He had promised he would be there, he’d even gone out and got a new suit that matched her dress, one that he’d been dying to see her in.

They had made a plan and everything, he had physiotherapy for his shoulder and then he’d head right home and meet her at the event, but he didn’t show. She waited by the door for nearly twenty minutes, anxiously waiting for the text that he was on his way, but she never got one.

Which led her till now standing in front of the door to their apartment, stuck in between feelings of anger and sadness. She opened the door to the shared apartment and kicked off the pair of black heels that had been killing her all night. A string of quiet curses left her mouth as she limped across the kitchen. The dress that draped perfectly on her silhouette was starting to feel suffocating as the night went on, just dying to be taken off.

There was no sign of him in the kitchen or the living room so that left him to be in the master bedroom.

“Why are you so dressed up?” He asked innocently looking up from his phone, tucked under the comfort as he clear a space in the bed for her next to him. “Don’t talk to me right now.” She mumbled rummaging through her drawers for some of her pyjamas, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her in his clothes. “I’m confused,” he sat up in the bed. “Jamie what day is it?” she finally looked up at him, watching as the realization that he had fucked up hit him like a wave, “I can’t even look at you right now” she mumbled grabbing her makeup remover and beelining straight for the bathroom.

Jamie hopped out of bed and blocked the door before she could get in, “you can’t shut me out, we need to talk about this.” “You want to talk about this? Okay, tonight was the biggest night of my career and you forgot!” She raised her voice as the tears started, her previously perfect makeup running down her cheeks as she backed away from him. “I-“ “No Jamie I had to go up there and give this big speech about everything I’m thankful for, and the person I was thankful for the most didn’t even show up to watch me have my moment” she’d won, she’d beat her competitors and now had a trophy to prove it but he’d had no idea, the work she put into this night showcasing that she deserves the place at her firm was now filled with memories of anger because she’d been pushed to the side, once again.

“I don’t know how to fix this, I love you?” he took a step closer to her, his hands reaching out to hold her but she backed away again, not wanting him to get the satisfaction of comforting her after he’s done this to her. “Do you really? Cause lately it feels like I’m a second priority, I get that you have things going on and it’s been a hard year, but I’m just as important as your season” she wiped the falling tears from her cheeks as she shook her head and left the bedroom in hopes of getting into the guest bathroom.

She slammed the door behind her, locking it loudly before Jamie made it to the door. His hand fumbling with the knob before leaning against the door, “I screwed up, all right” his hands anxiously racking through his hair as he listened to quiet cries behind the door.

“I’ve done a lot of shit in this relationship that I’m not proud of, but I’ve never once lied about loving you” he tried the doorknob one last time before giving up and staring at the door.

The door swung open to reveal the girl changed into her pyjamas, make and hair ruined as she looked up at him, “Well then show me that Jamie because you’re saying it, but I’m not feeling it”

[666writingcafe]

With Me

Warning: a character decides to end their own life in Act V.

A Play Written By Christopher Peugeot

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CAST

Lucifer: The Prince

MC: The Attendant

Belphegor: The King of the Land of Sloth

Beel: The King of the Land of Gluttony

Leviathan: The King of the Land of Envy

Satan: The Fairy of the Wood

Simeon: The Narrator

CREW

Barbatos: Head Crew Member

Mammon: Set Designer

Leviathan: Costume Designer

Asmo: Hair and Makeup

Solomon: Composer

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INTRODUCTION

Narrator: Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a small and remote land, there lived a prince. This prince was a man who could be quite sadistic at times, but for the most part he was a caring man. He had many servants, but his favorite by far was his personal attendant.

Narrator: The prince's personal attendant had a terrible secret: they were cursed. From a young age, they watched everyone they ever cared about die in increasingly tragic ways. The only way that the curse could be broken is if they find their true love.

Narrator: One day, the prince received a letter from his betrothed, explaining that the time has come for them to finally wed. Not wanting to delay the ceremony any longer than necessary, the prince quickly packs his things and orders his personal attendant to accompany him on the journey to his betrothed's kingdom.

Narrator: In order to get there, however, they had to venture through various lands ruled by ruthless kings.

ACT I

The King of the Land of Sloth tries to force the prince and his attendant into an eternal slumber.

ACT II

The King of the Land of Gluttony tries to eat the prince and his attendant.

ACT III

The King of the Land of Envy nearly executes the prince and his attendant due to becoming jealous of their bond.

ACT IV

Narrator: At long last, the pair reach the kingdom of the prince's betrothed. Instead of being relieved, however, the personal attendant feels their stomach sink.

Narrator: Over the course of their journey, the attendant realizes that the prince might just be their true love, making it possible for their curse to finally be broken. However, the attendant knows that the union of the prince and his betrothed would bring political stability to the two kingdoms, so they decide to keep this revelation to themselves.

Narrator: What the attendant doesn't know is that the prince is having second thoughts about the wedding.

NIGHTTIME, PRINCE'S TEMPORARY CHAMBERS

Prince: I feel as though all these years, I've been living a lie, refusing to acknowledge the truth. To think that my true love has been right beside me all along...I don't know if I can go through with this.

Prince: *sighs* But I have to. I can't hope to marry them and live out our days together. It would be a selfish dereliction of duty, and I cannot abandon my people for their sake. *sighs again*

ATTENDANT WALKS UP TO THE DOOR, INTENDING TO CHECK ON THE PRINCE.

Prince: Just the thought of taking their hand and gazing into their eyes makes my heart pound with anticipation. I never knew I could feel this way. I never knew I had such passion inside me.

ATTENDANT RUNS AWAY, TEARS POOLING IN THEIR EYES.

ACT V

Narrator: Believing that the prince is completely smitten with his betrothed, the attendant rushes out of the castle. They don't know where they're going, but they know that they have to get away before they risk ruining the prince's happiness.

Narrator: The attendant ends up lost deep within a forest and catches the attention of the fairy of the wood.

Fairy: What is the matter?

Attendant: *cries silently*

Fairy: *places a hand on the attendant's shoulder* There's no keeping secrets from the fairy of the wood. I know what's in your heart. You've in love with a prince, aren't you?

Attendant: *sniffles and wipes their eyes* Yes. He is due to wed soon.

Fairy: I see. You know that only royalty is fit to marry a prince, yet you can't stop yourself from loving him.

Attendant: What do I do?

Fairy: *pulls out a dagger* Take this. Use it to kill his betrothed. That will grant you status and prestige...enough to marry your prince, I'd say. *pauses* But know that this is no ordinary dagger. Once you take it from me, you must use it to kill someone.

Narrator: The attendant takes the dagger and leaves the fairy of the wood behind. Instead of returning to the castle, they end up in a secluded meadow.

Attendant: I still remember the day I first met you, almost like it was yesterday. The way you fixed your eyes on me, that noble yet sincere gaze...

Attendant: The moment I beheld it, I was transfixed. And that was it. There was no going back. I fell for you completely, body and soul. I knew that if we were to become friends--and only friends--I'd be able to stay by your side forever. So I buried my feelings for you deep inside. Forever. At least, that's what I thought.

THE PRINCE WALKS INTO THE MEADOW AND QUICKLY HIDES BEHIND A TREE.

Attendant: *takes a deep breath* Is there any way that I might take their place? That you might feel for me what you've felt for them? I beg you, open your heart to me instead, to me and me alone.

THE PRINCE OPENS HIS MOUTH TO TELL THEM YES, BUT NO WORDS ARE ABLE TO COME OUT.

Attendant: Who am I kidding? You could never love someone like me. *plunges the dagger into their chest*

Prince: NO! *runs over to the attendant and catches them before they hit the ground* MC...! My dear MC!

Prince: *notices the dagger* Oh no...this is the cursed blade said to belong to the fairy of the wood. The curse required you to take a life, but you couldn't bring yourself to kill someone else, could you?

Attendant: *whispers* You love them. *dies*

Prince: No, my darling, I love you. *notices that the attendant is dead* I wish you could have killed my betrothed, but instead you've...

Prince: *nearly chokes on his tears* You've left me in a world without you. Is that really what you wanted? To condemn me to suffer through life without you?

Prince: *starts shouting* I loathe my royal blood, and I loathe a world without you in it! A curse on all of it, everything!

CONCLUSION

Narrator: Never did the two imagine that such a destiny awaited them at the end of their long, long journey. The prince's true love was dead, leaving him to suffer through life alone. Overcome with sorrow at having lost the person he loved, the prince became consumed by hatred, cursing the world and those in it. Transforming into a demon, he dedicated himself to bringing sadness and misfortune to people everywhere for all eternity.

[animereaderinsertwriter]

tags/warnings: rockstar!Bakugou x fem!reader,

song: Bed of Roses // part I // masterlist

(Y/N) was late. 

It wasn't her fault, necessarily. It was only that she'd had a really important interview for a job that she really wanted— for a job that could change her future— and it had run over the time limit she'd set for it, so now she was running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to be on time. As she bumbled and blundered her way around the tiny hotel room she shared with her boyfriend, she felt a horrifying kinship with the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland:

"Oh my fur and whiskers! I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!"

Oh God, it was already eight-thirty and she still needed to touch up her makeup and change and—

"Fuck!" she exclaimed as she nearly tripped over the damn cord to Katsuki's damn keyboard—and then the feeling of missing her damn boyfriend hit hot and heavy as she slowed down enough to process it for a moment. 

It was Valentine's Day. She'd woken up to flowers and chocolates on her nightstand, along with a note that Katsuki had left detailing his schedule. He'd asked that she come to his concert this evening, and had left a ticket paper-clipped to the note— but, all told, all the flowers, chocolates, and concert tickets in the world couldn't replace actual time with the man she loved. 

One thing at a time, she told herself, reaching for her makeup bag. Just get there, and he'll figure out the rest. 

In all her years of knowing him, (Y/N) had never known Katsuki not to have a plan for days like this. Doubtless, despite his busy schedule, he'd eked out some time to spend with her during or after the concert— her mind raced with the possibilities, then raced some more at the thought of her inability to be punctual for once ruining whatever plan he'd made and—

"Fuck!" she cried out again as she jabbed herself in the eye with her mascara wand. 

The urge to cry was not just from the jab to her eye, but (Y/N) fought it valiantly. Her makeup and this dress were both too expensive to ruin. 

With the frenzied hurry of a demon dancing on the devil's last nerve, (Y/N) gathered all her things— purse, water bottle, keys, and the earrings she'd put in as she drove— and made her way downstairs to the hotel lobby. As she passed the table for complimentary pastries, she grabbed a few and shoved them in her purse— force of habit, since Katsuki was always ravenous after a show and never packed his own snacks. Thankfully, her car was just to the left of the first-floor exit, and with herculean effort, she managed to get everything and then herself into her car without falling, dropping anything, or otherwise causing a catastrophe.

It’s going to be fine, she told herself as she wheeled out of the driveway and onto the road. It’s going to be totally fine.

The words became a mantra as she flew— safely and in a polite manner— down the highway. The world was a blur until she pulled into the driveway of the venue, and even then, (Y/N)’s world didn’t come back into focus until her feet were pounding the pavement on the way to the front of the venue.

“This way, ma’am,” said the greeter who took her ticket, eyes wide with surprise as he read her seating. “How lucky— a front-and-center seat on Valentine’s Day!”

“Yep,” she agreed, fighting for breath as she strode ahead of the greeter, “Very lucky!”

Very lucky indeed. She made it to her seat just as the lights went down in the house. 

As usual, Katsuki’s stage presence was met by screaming fans. He was commanding, sexy, confident in the poses he struck— the entire hall lost their minds as he greeted them with signature profanity and enthusiasm. The crowd responded in kind, surging and screaming and writhing— (Y/N) alone stood still in awe and adoration, starstruck and smiling at the man she loved. 

Her stillness caught his eye— his eyes met hers, and the way he grinned, hellacious and hungry, sent lightning bolts down to (Y/N)’s very core. There was no time for words, of course, no time to say I love you or to even offer a wink, but words weren’t necessary. Where Katsuki Bakugou was concerned, (Y/N) had always been the only girl in the room.

Even now, after so many trials together, he still gave her butterflies.

Predictably, the concert was fantastic. The energy of the crowd was buoyant with Katsuki’s crisp vocals and the driving music played by the band; (Y/N) was surprised that the performance wasn’t more ballad-heavy, since it was a Valentine’s Day concert, but of course it was likely that Katsuki yet again had some sort of plan. Everything went splendidly, and (Y/N) enjoyed every moment…

… right up until the lights went down on stage, and the crowd went wild for an encore.

When the lights came up, they came up red. Like a bloodied warrior, Katsuki was bathed in deepest crimson, the paleness of his skin and hair reflecting the color brilliantly back at the audience. He took (Y/N)'s breath away as he walked to the very edge of the stage, extending his hand to her. 

"Come here, princess."

The words carried straight through to his Madonna mic, and the crowd went silent.

At first, (Y/N) was hesitant— she stayed well away from the spotlight thus far, and for good reason— but her lover's face was open and soft for her, begging her to trust him. Unable to deny Katsuki anything, she took the hand he extended and allowed herself to be pulled clumsily to the stage as fans gasped and cheered, raging with love and envy for their favorite lead singer.

"Hey," she said, smiling at him. They were so close their noses were nearly touching. 

"Hey," he replied, softly stroking her cheek with a sweaty thumb. 

Slowly, Katsuki turned to face his confused fans. It was so strange— from the stage, (Y/N) couldn't see anything but lights, and yet Katsuki seemed to know every face of every fan as he stared out into their midst. 

"Ladies, gentles," he addressed the crowd— this time with his real voice, not the growl of his stage persona. "I'd like to introduce you to my girl."

They'd talked about this before, about being public and introducing (Y/N) to his fans— (Y/N) had been in support of the idea, but they'd never set a date or a time. 

No time like the present, I guess, she thought, a little giddy as the crowd cheered for her. 

"As some of you may know," Katsuki continued, "It's Valentine's Day today. I showed up here because I fuckin' love all of you— but the love of my life deserves a little something special too, don't you think?"

Again, the crowd went wild with enthusiasm. (Y/N) felt herself flush, too hot under the stage lights. 

"So I want to ask you a favor. I'm gonna start you guys off on one of history's most beautiful rock ballads, and since my fans are the best fans— I know you all have fucking beautiful voices— I want you to take over so I can have a dance with my girl. Sound good?"

The crowd cheered once more. Katsuki sent a subtle nod to his band mates, and they began the song, an old, familiar song that (Y/N) knew and loved. True to his word, Katsuki sang the first verse, sweetly, tenderly— but then at the chorus, he switched off his mic and held out his hand to (Y/N) in invitation. Shyly, she took it, and he pulled her close so that they could dance. 

"Happy Valentine's, baby," he told her, kissing her forehead as they swayed together. "Did I go a little overboard?"

"A bit," (Y/N) admitted with a tentative giggle, "but I love you, overboard and all."

"Good," he grinned. "Then maybe I can get away with a little extra, too."

So saying, he took a second to reach into the pocket of his flannel. From it, he pulled a ring— a beautiful, sparkling, perfect ring!— and shyly, almost hesitantly offered it to (Y/N), whispering those sweet words in her ear. 

"Will you marry me, princess?"

It was sudden. It was impulsive and crazy and not something they'd talked about for the here and now. It was every inch Katsuki Bakugou, and despite herself, (Y/N) found herself smiling even as tears burned her nostrils.

"Yes," she told him, pulling back to meet his eyes. When she did, he was wearing the biggest, most genuine smile she'd ever seen. 

"You sure?" he said. "I know we haven't talked about it."

(Y/N) had never been more sure of anything. 

"Yeah. Really super sure."

"Good," he grinned, "Cause I'm gonna need you to say it again."

Without preamble, he let go of her, stepped back, and sank to one knee. (Y/N) put her hands to her face, somehow still surprised, and the crowd stopped singing and started screaming again. Faithfully, the band kept playing, and Bakugou turned on his mic to ask the question one more time. 

"(Y/N), you are the love of my life," he said, staring up at her in adoration. "I can't imagine my life without you, and I don't want to. Will you marry me?"

(Y/N) said yes. She would say yes a million times over if she could, if he wanted her to. 

Katsuki slipped the ring on her finger at the exact moment that the song ended. It felt… big. Not in size, but in emotion. 

Katsuki rose to his feet. He pulled her close, kissed her gently— the lights on stage dimmed, and suddenly it was as though they were entirely alone. 

"Let's get the fuck out of here," he said, brushing her cheek with his thumb. "I've got a private dressing room and a bottle of champagne waiting on us."

"Then what are we waiting for?" (Y/N) laughed. "Let's go!"

And go they did. The evening was theirs to claim— they stayed in the dressing room for as long as they could stand it, kissing and touching and talking, and when necessity saw them leave, they took a limo back to their hotel room, hardly able to keep their hands off each other.

Later, when they'd done all the things that couples do, Katsuki whispered into her hair:

"Happy Valentine's Day, princess. I love you."

And he did. 

[love-the-purple-cat]

He's not sure when it had started; whether the change was gradual or if it was like that since before.

No, it wasn't. She wasn't like that at the beginning. Back then she was always rushing, expecting a fight though she hated fighting, only coming when she was at death's door (heh) and expecting a lesson and power boost to win.

He hates her, a bit. Hates that she chose to protect others at the cost of her soul.

After the war against Aizen, after those long months that felt like an eternity during which he and the old man were slowly healing, he finally got to see her, finally got to be wielded by her again. (Did he feel it then? Did he feel the changes in her person? Or was he too happy-relieved to be back at her side to notice?)

After the dust had settled, the fight won, the welcome-back party with the shinigami (he despised them too) had come to a close, his wielder did something she had never before done during peaceful times – she visited them in her inner world. Seeing her he could immediately spot changes in her appearance: her hair was longer and styled, nearly the same length it had been before she had invaded Soul Society to save Kuchiki, her clothes were more flowy and feminine – gone were the jeans and sneakers, now she wore dresses and skirts and heels. She was even wearing makeup.

(How had he managed to ignore the blaring red flags that were those changes? Since when did Ichigo like wearing dresses? She already hated the school's mandatory skirt and choose to wear pants. The only reason she kept her hair long was for the twins.)

He had been ready to make a joke, mock her for being late, when she moved. She was suddenly in front of him, her hand (soft, it had been soft) caressing his cheek, looking at him all soft and loving (hah!) and said, "Hey, I've missed you." And that was all it took for him to ignore the changes; all it took for him to wrap his arms around her and hug her, pressing his face into her neck (she had been wearing perfume) and soaking up the brief affection she was giving him. He had nearly cried when she returned the hug.

"Ichigo," The Old Man had interrupted and he hated him for that, it was bad enough that he took his name and all of Ichigo's time, but now that he was finally getting the affecting he longed for he had to ruin it. "Welcome back."

"I'm back." She had returned, but had not separated herself from him, instead running her hand through his short hair. "Did you get a haircut? I remember this being longer."

His lips had twitched, "Just in some of my forms, King."

She had hummed, continuing to play with his hair, "Well, you look lovely no matter the hair length." And she had pressed a kiss to the side of his head!

(Was he so starved for affection that he ignored how out of character that was of her? Of the Ichigo, of his King, that he knew? Was he so weak, so pathetic that a few kind words and caresses made him blind to the truth? Or was he hoping that this was the new reality – one where Ichigo acknowledged and loved him?)

Time passed quickly, another war rapidly approaching, the shinigami once again expecting her to fight for them and how he despised them.

Ichigo would visit often, simply sitting on the sideways-turned skyscrapers, basking in the sun. The Old Man had shared her delight, though his was more subtle, of the sun. He had tried baiting her into sparring, muscles aching for stimuli, but she would beckon him close and guide his head onto her lap. "We'll have plenty of fights soon, rest for the moment." And he would listen, shifting on his back to look up at her smiling face as she caressed his cheek, orange hair moving in the imaginary breeze.

(Why did he trust her? Why did he believe her? He laughs, at least she was honest about the fighting.)

Then that new Quincy came and off they went. He had laughed, delighted in the way she masterfully wielded him, cutting down enemies, dodging attacks and falling back, far more familiar with fighting and strategising than she had been two years prior.

He had thought they were winning. They all did. But then, as most things tended to happen, the universe threw them a new curveball.

Nobody had expected the portrait – not he, not the Old Man, not the shinigami, not the Quincy, and certainly not the Zero Division. No one saw it coming.

Well, "Ichigo" did.

[mycptsdstory]

Do any of my followers suffer from Selective Mutism? I'm only saying this, because my therapist thinks, I had it as a child. Not so much now, but definitely as a child.

I was sexually assaulted, when I was 6 to the day I left my family. I was sexually assaulted from 6-16 years by the sperm donor. Also by my mother from since I could remember to 22, when I left my family 9 years ago.

Every time I was sexually assaulted, it was hard for me to talk. It felt like I had a lump in my throat, so it just created this stutter and I couldn't talk.

I got bullied a lot as a kid too and that didn't help with talking too. I got bullied for the way my voice sounded, so I changed my voice to different acents or tone, so people can like me. But that didn't help with me not talking, I thought it did.

My mother was extremely abusive towards me and she would speak for me. But she didn't have the best intentions for me, so I always have to be fake around her. If not, I was punished for talking. Even talking about my hobbies, like fashion and makeup, it was forbidden.

I could only talk to certain friends and family members when I was child, because my stutter and not talking to certain people, really effected me. Anytime I was in a certain scenario, I just couldn't talk. I could talk to some family friends because they were apart of church and they came over to my home all the time. Other than that, it was really hard.

More recently (about 2 years ago), I was involved with a community drama group that just straight up used me. I nearly got into working a professional theatre, before they got jealous and ruined it for me. During one meeting, I found out they used me, so they could perform at the opera house where I live (they only performed at the community theatre. So for them performing at the opera house, a professional theatre was a big deal) and they used me so they could perform there. I was in shock and I didn't say anything during the meeting. It felt like I had a lump in my throat, I couldn't move at all and my body was stiff. Hearing my own community drama group, who I thought were my friends, using me. Saying horrible things about me, in front of me and I couldn't say a thing. It was humiliating. My body wasn't my own at that point, when I got home. I just cried. Don't worry I did leave them and I don't speak to them anymore.

I did try to go on the sub Reddit for selective mutism, but they always argued that it's only anxiety. So they tend to dismiss my trauma and I'd rather not talk on there. It always felt, invalidating.

I'm only talking about this now because my therapist said I suffered from Selective Mutism as a child. Since I left, I can now finally speak and since I'm living on my own, it forced me to talk and yeahh it was difficult, but helped me in the long run. I do have problems for talking, for instance the drama group. But that's it.

That's my story. Sorry for the grammar.

[hellonexrth]

The hellhound would be lying to herself if she said she hadn't been avoiding Ingrid. Obviously, she knew that the red head hadn't been in control of her actions, knew that she wasn't to be blamed for what had happened. But the look in her eyes right before she disappeared would haunt Kaya for the rest of her now very long life. She liked to think that in times of trouble, she would stay by Ingrid's side through it all. But maybe she'd run, too. Sitting there with Ingrid after coming back to life, words had felt impossible, and she'd nearly run herself. So could she really hold that against her best friend in the entire universe?

Besides, all of this went against her very specific plan to not think about it at all. For most of the day, she'd flitted about the venue with a smile pressed onto her face, helping Caroline as best she could and keeping busy. Not thinking at all, was her best bet. Because if she slowed down, if she took a moment to think about everything that had happened over the last year and a half, she probably wouldn't be able to get back up. And besides, this was Hope's day. She wouldn't let her own sadness or whatever it was that was tearing her apart from the inside, get in the way of what really mattered. Love.

So when Ingrid approached her, grabbed her wrist and tugged her in a quieter direction, Kaya followed without question. She didn't want to have this conversation. Couldn't bear to look in Ingrid's nearly watering eyes and think about what had happened. The hellhound was by no means an actress, could not fake it that well. If Ingrid truly cried, the tears would come pouring out of her own eyes too, and they'd both ruin their makeup just minutes before guests started to arrive.

"Hey Ing!" she aid, cheerfully, keeping the wide smile on like a mask. She grabbed her friend's hands and squeezed them. "It's okay. It's okay, I promise. I'm fine, okay?" she said, trying her best to make the words seem true. "This is what I wanted remember? So, everything is super okay. Nothing wrong with a little more power. I'm more concerned about you." Put the concern on someone else any you never have to feel it for yourself, right? "And please, I could literally never hate you. You're my everything. Shit happens and we move on, at least now we have an eternity to do it together, right? Besides, The Collective made a mistake fucking with us."

who: ingrid & kaya ( @hellonexrth ) !where: at the very start of hope & laurie's wedding reception !

ever since ingrid ran off from kaya did she regret that choice. the red head wished that if she couldn't have been strong enough to fight off the control of her mind, that she had been strong enough to stay. to stay by her best friend's side after she had changed her life for eternity. instead she'd cowardly scurried off overcome with sheer disgust and disappointment in herself. yes that stranger had violated her by slipping into her mind and forcing her to turn kaya, but the hellhound had been the real victim. the one who was changed at every level by ingrid's actions.

even with the overwhelming joy she felt for her sister and now brother in law, ingrid needed to make amends with the lockwood. how could she put on a happy face ( even if she felt it ) while the rift between her and her best friend was so large. after the pair had been artfully dodging each other while planning this party, ingrid couldn't take it any longer. with the worry and anxiety that festered in her chest, ingrid sought out the brunette.

" kaya, " she says softly now standing before the other girl. words almost always failed her, but they couldn't now. there was a lump stuck in her throat that barred anything from leaving. there were somehow still too many people around. instinctively, her fingers grasp the other's wrist as she gently tugs them away from prying eyes. " kaya i'm sorry, " she murmurs as the tears she was trying to hold from falling rimmed her eyes. " for all of it, obviously. but mostly for leaving you, because i was in control then. i should have stayed. i wanted to stay, but i couldn't and i'm so fucking sorry. if you hate me i get it, i really do. but i love you so much, and i just, i want to make sure you're okay. " her words were rushed and rambled as her thoughts never left her mouth ceremoniously. it hadn't been too long since it happened, but the fracture she felt between the pair of them was enough to suffocate her.

[erodasfishtacos]

Always Have Your Back

prompt: YN is struggling with her self-image and Harry reassures her she’s perfect ❣️

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YN hadn’t been feeling good lately, well really for quite a few months now about herself, her body image, and that’s something she struggles with on and off but not like this.

After giving birth to four very healthy big babies, her body has changed and has been slow to bounce back each time - luckily she’s young and it may be easy than women older than her but still.

It was really her stomach and breasts that had her self-conscious, a bit of plush around her lower tummy where she carried during her pregnancy, and her breasts weren’t as perky from feeding four children.

Ezra was almost a year and while YN was close to her pre-pregnancy weight, she wasn’t quite there, and the pudge around her midsection wasn’t budging either from where the babies sat for so long.

It was difficult because there were always eyes on her, even though she herself wasn’t necessarily famous, she was famous through association because her husband was the best player in the major leagues.

She was photographed when she went to the grocery store, the nail salon, out for lunch with Anne and Gemma and she hated seeing herself in paparazzi pictures on Instagram lately.

Harry, who is undyingly attracted to her, makes it clear nearly daily that he’s in love with her plush, her stretch marks, her breasts, and every other inch of her.

YN has no doubt that Harry loves her no matter what her body looks like but she also can’t help but have negative thoughts about not being perfect like other women she sees on social media.

Especially when her husband was a professional athlete, his body was always in prime shape, with barely any fat on his body - he was always lean and muscular, never had an issue with working out sometimes twice every day.

It gets really out of hand one day.

YN is out to lunch with about eight other baseball wives at a fancy little restaurant in the heart of Manhattan for lunch.

As she’d gotten in her dress this morning, after Anne came over to watch the kids, and she felt devastated when it didn’t look as good as she thought it would on her.

She hated the way the material hugs at her hips and accentuated her midsection, and she hates to admit that she looked in the mirror and cried because she felt so unhappy with herself.

At lunch, all the wives were dressed meticulously in designer outfits that fit every inch of their body like a custom glove, hair, and makeup professionally done.

These women were different from YN, most of them had kids but just one or two, and a lot of them used surggates because they didn’t want to ‘ruin’ their body.

They also had full time nannies and au paires to watch their children while they spent time with self-care, working out.

It’s not that she’s jealous, hell, her husband is the highest paid player in the league - she could easily afford nannies, chefs, maids, but that’s not what she wanted for her children or herself as a mother.

It didn’t mean it wasn’t hard when she sits down with all of them, trying not to focus on the way her stomach looks when she sits down, and constantly adjusts her nursing bra - she was full from not nursing Briar since before she left.

The lunch was fine at first but then one of the wives, who was notoriously bitchy to YN and has tried multiple times to hit on Harry, and become enraged when he didn’t give her the time of day - started focusing her energy on YN.

“I know a really good personal trainer to help you get rid of the baby weight,” Kelsey tells her in front of everyone, a wide fake smile on her face as she blinks her lashes, “After four kids, it doesn’t seem to be coming off as easy, huh?”

YN blinks harshly for a second, trying to reign back the tears, and hoping another woman will come to her defense.

Tiffany speaks up but it’s only to add, “Yeah or if you want a recommendation to a plastic surgeon. There’s a great one that does mommy makeovers.”

YN can’t help it, she feels her vision becoming blurry with tears as they keep chatting about working out and mommy fucking makeovers like they didn’t just viciously insult her.

When her salad arrived in front of her, she didn’t feel hungry anymore, and just wanted to leave - this is the part she hates about her husband’s career and it’s not even his fault.

The jealous vapid bitches.

YN makes up an excuse that one of her kids isn’t feeling well and so she has to leave, paying quickly and getting into her car as fast as possible.

She hates that she cries the whole way home because she loves her babies so much, she would give her body up again and again for them but sometimes it just hurt.

She was still human who cared what other people thought, worried about being judged, it was part of the human experience.

YN tries to pull herself together before she goes inside, wiping her mascara off her cheeks, and brushing through her hair with her fingers.

She doesn’t feel like being a parent today, she wants to lay in bed and just be sad but she has four little humans who need her every second of the day and they’re more important than her moping.

Anne’s face gives away her concern when YN comes in, kissing each one of her children before disappearing upstairs to take off her makeup, change into a baggy shirt and cotton shorts before throwing her hair into a bun.

She holds her dress, in anger, she throws the expensive dress straight into the trash bin in their bathroom - it didn’t matter that it cost thousands, she never wanted to see it again.

Anne insists that she can stay to help but YN kindly declines, stating that she was okay, and didn’t need anything but appreciated it.

YN doesn’t know that Anne calls Harry, just to let him know that his wife seemed upset and wasn’t her usually bubbly self.

He automatically calls his wife, relieved when she answers but her tone is dull and hiding something, “Hi mama, you feeling okay? How was the lunch?”

“It was…uh, it was good,” YN hesitates and Harry can tell she’s not being truthful but doesn’t know why, “I’m just a bit tired, I guess.”

He didn’t have enough time to confront her because one of the coaches was calling him back into the field to continue.

“I’ll be home as soon as practice ends. I love you,” He reassures her, “The best mama and wife. You know that?”

YN’s voice sounds shaky when she responds, “I know.”

💗

When Harry gets home from practice, all the kids are settled in the living room watching a movie while YN cooked dinner - Briar was in his little swing in the kitchen with her, sleeping soundly.

“Hi mama, smells delicious,” Harry hums as he enters, after greeting all of his babies, and stepping over to stroke Briar’s cheek, “I was craving spaghetti, s’like you read my mind. I hate having weightlifting and practice in the same day. M’craving carbs.”

“Yeah, haven’t had it in a while,” YN replies a bit blandly, stirring the homemade sauce and not making an effort to look back at him.

“You cross with me? Have I done something?” Harry asks as he walks up behind her, kissing her shoulder and nuzzling at her neck - she wasn’t usually this distant unless he’d made a mistake.

“No,” She sighs, trying not to be frustrated but when she turns around he’s just in his shorts, his muscles rippled over his front, his abs twitching when she touches them and she was just so, “I was just thinking, will you help me work out?”

Harry’s brow furrows in confusion, his hands coming to cup hers and being them up to kiss them, “What like train you?”

YN shrugs, struggling to make eye contact, “Yeah, I can wake up in the morning with you and work out before the kids get up.”

He doesn’t seem sold by the idea, the playfulness in his tone dropping, “I get up so days at four am to work out. You need all the sleep you can with these four wild ones. Sleep is more important. Where’s this coming from?”

YN knows she’s being irrationally mad at him when she snaps, “If you won’t help me then I’ll just hire a personal trainer.”

Harry’s shoulders straighten up, understanding that something’s is definitely going on with his wife today and he needs to get to the bottom of it.

Very rarely did they fight. Very rarely did she snap like that so it was sending off alarm signals that something was very off.

“Why do you need to work out all the sudden?” Harry responds calmly, he didn’t get why she was so dead set on it.

“Harry, why are you acting like you don’t know?” YN raises her voice which was a rare occurrence usually saved for when Harry really fucked up - her jaw actually clenched.

“Because I don’t know what the bloody hell you’re talking about,” He chuckles in disbelief as he leans against the island countertop, “If you want to do that then we can but you’ll feel burnt out if you try to work out on top of having the babies all day and having to breastfeed Briar.”

YN ignores how her eyes prickle with frustration because she’s embarrassed to tell him what really happened today and how she’s been feeling.

He keeps talking, moving closer to her and trying to comfort her, “Plus, you just gave birth. The doctor said it takes nearly eighteen months for your body to fully heal.”

“Drain the pasta, please,” She says instead, looking away from him as she shuts off the knobs on the stove and takes the sauce off the heat with her back turned.

“Will you please tell me what’s going on?” Harry insists as he obliges, pouring the steaming pasta into the strainer in the sink, “I feel like I’m in the dark right now. And I can’t help if you don’t talk to me, mama.”

Just as YN begins to speak, Briar whimpers from her swing before it turns into a full blown wail - YN knows the infant is hungry.

“I have to feed her, will you get them settled with dinner?” She says instead of what she originally was going to but is already walking to unstrap the infant, scoop her up, and disappear out of the room.

Harry stares after her for a moment, he really really doesn’t understand what’s going on because it seems like more than just a bad day which his wife usually doesn’t even have.

And when she does, she typically doesn’t have a problem venting to him about what’s bothering her and letting him help her.

He doesn’t know whether it’s something he did or what was the cause of it and it breaks his fucking heart to see her struggling on her own.

That was his wife and it was his duty to take care of her above anything else.

Harry sits the other three down for dinner, serving and cutting up all their little plates of spaghetti and garlic bread.

“Where’s mama?” Ezra squeaks as he looks towards the kitchen expecting her to come out, she was never not at the dinner table.

“She’s busy with Briar, bubba,” Harry simpers as he cuts his pasta into more bite-sized mouthfuls before doing the same for the other two.

“I want mama to sit next t’me,” Cash announces as he anxiously waits to, barely focused on his food but more so wondering when his mom will come in.

When YN reappears a few minutes into dinner, Briar is calm and just looking around from where she’s nestled in a sling on her chest - suckling a binkie as she blinks heavily.

Harry notices that she doesn’t eat her dinner, just pushing the pasta around her plate without every really consuming any.

“Not hungry?” Harry asks softly as the kids giggle with spaghetti sauce smattered all over their cheeks and lips.

YN just shrugs and doesn’t answer him directly, distracts herself by taking a napkin and wiping of Ezra’s face as he tries to whine and wriggle away.

The rest of the night goes by quickly, only an hour and a half after dinner the kids are all getting their baths and getting tucked into bed - even Briar is in her nursery, fast asleep.

After making sure all the lights are turned off downstairs, Harry enters the bedroom to see YN closing the bathroom door - a clear sign that says don’t bother me.

Usually, the door is open so Harry knows that he can join in and share the shower with her before they wind down for bed.

That’s the typical routine every night.

He throat feels tight, a bit of anxiety settling in his chest because everything just feels off tonight, and he wants his wife to be happy and she just isn’t right now.

While he’s waiting on the bed, he decides to snag the laptop off the side table, and answer some business emails because he is letting anxiety build up enough in his chest it feels tight.

When he pulls up the browser, his brow furrows at the websites that are already pulled up and he does not like what he sees.

*‘Dr. Regallee - Mommy Makeovers Manhattan*’

‘What is a Mommy Makeover? Boobs, Butt, and Belly. All You Need To Know’

‘How To Lose Weight Post-Partum - 15 Calories Burning Tricks for New Moms!’

‘Recovery Time for The New Trend - Mommy Makeovers’

Now it makes sense.

The request to start working out, the personal trainer, the “Harry, why are you acting like you don’t know?”

He doesn’t know because every time he looks at his wife, he’s so fucking enamored and so fucking attracted to her that he goes stupid.

Her body is a fucking masterpiece that he would worship every second of the day, he loves it for a milllion different reason.

The body that housed all of his chunky babies that she’s grown to eight and nine pounds each time, coming out healthy and ready to thrive because her womb helped them develop so perfectly.

He doesn’t know what triggered this.

Occasionally, she’ll need a bit of reassurance that she looks good in an outfit or that she’s beautiful which he does everyday anyways.

She doesn’t get a minute to doubt Harry is attracted to her because he’s constantly trying to get in her pants.

It takes him half a second flat to get hard for her which she even will tease him about how easy he is for her.

Harry knew she must see herself differently because her body really didn’t look that different from before she had any babies back in college.

Sure, her chest was bigger right now because she was breastfeeding and her belly had a bit of skin from the amount it stretch during pregnancy but Harry would still be head over heels with her even if her body looked completely different after babies.

Harry can’t stand to think of her left alone in that shower without support, he tries the knob, and thankfully it’s not locked.

His brow furrows when he notices a pretty dress bunched up and shoved into a small waste basket - something YN typically wouldn’t ever do.

He’s shucking off his clothes and stepping into the shower, YN knows he’s there but she doesn’t move or react - her head is down and letting the hot water pour over her.

“Mama,” Harry murmurs carefully, turning her around and tugging her straight into his chest with firmness.

It makes his own eyes prick with tears when she begins sobbing into his chest, shoulders shaking, and she lets herself lean on him.

“I’m s-sorry,” She stutters out against his damp skin, “I shouldn’t have treated you like that earlier and it wasn’t fair.”

“Ssh,” Harry titters because that’s the last thing he cares about, “Mama, why on earth would you be looking up plastic surgery? You’ve never mentioned that before.”

YN shakes her head, keeping her face nuzzled into him, and telling him, “I still have a pouch of skin on my stomach, my tits aren’t as perky from the kids.”

“Has this been bothering you for a while?” He asks, wondering if he missed earlier signs she was struggling.

YN blinks up at him, sniffling and saying, “No, I-it really hasn’t. You always make me feel attractive. It’s, well, today just wasn’t good.”

Harry’s hand wanders down to palm at said pouch of skin and YN watches his facial expression carefully as he pets her.

“I don’t want you to regret the babies,” Harry whispers sadly, “I know you’ve sacrificed your body to give us kids and I have so much respect-“

“Hey, look at me,” YN moves her hand to his chin until he’s gazing a her, “Never ever do I regret having our children. I would destroy my entire body to make sure we had all of them. I-I normally love my body, what it has done, and how strong it is.”

“Then what brought this on the ?” He continues to caress her skin, her belly, the curve of her breasts, her sides, everywhere.

“It’s-I know it shouldn’t bother me,” YN’s sighs but it’s shakily with tears, getting upset again as she explains, “I went to lunch, you know? With the other wives and Kelsey made a comment about knowing a good personal trainer to get the baby weight off and then others added in about me looking into getting a mommy makeover.”

“Mama,” Harry huffs, trying too reign in his absolute fucking rage, “I’m so fuckin’ sorry that happened to you today. Those women are jealous miserable twats.”

“They said you’ll turn me in for a younger one,” YN tries to joke but Harry can see right past it as her cups her jaw and kisses her lips once, twice.

“Sweetheart,” Harry murmurs sweetly, “Sometimes I feel like you forget that you’re my person and that I’m only solely attracted to you. Literally not another person on this earth.”

YN giggles because it’s not that she forgets but she still feels normally insecurity.

“Even though my love for you isn’t reliant on your physical appearance, I’m fucking weak at the knees because of it. That little extra belly? I dream of biting it and sucking hickies into it. Your tits? I’ve never seen anything prettier in m’life except for your face.”

“I wasn’t going to really think about getting the surgery,” YN manages to finally crack a genuine smile as Harry’s cock brushes against her hip, hard and wet at the tip.

“If that’s something you really wanted, I would always support you with what you do to your body but I really hope you don’t think I’d ever want you to do that for me,” Harry‘s words end with a hiss when her hand comes to wrap around his length and give him a few tight strokes.

”I’m not sure what I did to deserve such a good husband, hm? The most amazing husband and dad to our bubs,” YN praises against his lips as he leans forward to kiss her but ends up moaning in her mouth when she thumbs over his slit.

”S’you, my love,” Harry slurs, horny and distracted as he kneels down to bite at her belly, sucking in deep bruises where she’s most self-conscious as his fingers dancing around her folds.

”Touch me, H,” YN whines as she slumps against the back wall, his index finger teasing her clit but no friction or pleasure, “Want you in me.”

”Mm, want to taste your pretty cunt first,” He responds, gripping her left leg and tugging it over his shoulder so she’s exposed, his fingers coming to part his folds to show where she’s puffy and wet for him, “Look at her, so fucking sexy.”

YN weaves her hand into his hair, pushing him towards her center and he goes willingly, lapping wide stripes from her back entrance to her clit, nipping at the hood before repeating it over and over again.

”Oh, I-fuck, m’coming,” YN tries to warn as he legs begin to shake but her words make him pull back and stand up, “Wha-“

”You’re gonna come on my cock,” Harry leaves no room for agreement as he lifts that leg again but now around his waist, his tip bumping at her entrance, ”You want me in? Want my cock? Tell me, sweetheart.“

”Harry,” She groans in frustration as the smooth tip teases her bud, “You know I want it. Want you to fuck me, c’mon.”

”Impatient,” He scolds but he’s guiding himself on, moaning loudly when he slides all the way into her warm heat, ”love the way you squeeze me. Give me it to me.“

YN doesn’t have to do much work, Harry’s thrusting into her at a harsh pace off the start, honestly they’re fucking like they’re still newly dating when they’re married with kids.

They know they’re on a limited time because one kid will need them and Harry is wasting no time in getting them both to topple off the edge.

-

As they’re drying off, the baby monitor begins to go off - signaling the Briar’s beginning to cry, she’s most likely hungry.

”I’ll go get her,” Harry says with a kiss to her cheek, ”Go get in bed and get comfortable. I’ll be back after I feed her.”

YN does change into her pajamas and crawls into bed but after a while, she doesn’t know where Harry is and starts to worry.

She slips out of bed and pads down to the nursery where the rooms empty, then down the stairs to the kitchen - empty, then she hears his voice echoing quietly through the hallway.

YN follows it until she’s at their office, the door crack, and she peeks in - Harry’s just in a pair of shorts, Briar cradled in the his arms - she’s suckling hungrily at the bottle he’s holding to her lips.

He has his cellphone tucked between his shoulder and ear, his face stoney and annoyed, “No. I am not calling to discuss the game tomorrow. I’m calling to discuss that your wife was completely out of line at lunch this afternoon.”

YN listen as Harry chews out his teammate for how his wife acted at dinner and how it was absolutely unacceptable and he better make sure nothing like that ever happens again.

YN can hear the man profusely apologizing for the embarrassing behavior of his wife but Harry doesn’t entertain it, only reminds him to talk to his wife and hangs up.

Harry is then looking down at his daughter, blinking up at him as she pats his face, and he coos, “Briar Anne, always going to stand up for your mama. Always going to show you how someone should treat their partner. “

YN turns around to go back upstairs, smile on her face, and tears in her eyes - it made her silly for feeling self conscious.

He always had her back.