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Life runs us all down
He sits by the large window in our main room, he slouches in the expensive red velvet chair, his shirt is a little unbuttoned and he puffs on a cigar and holds a small glass of whiskey in his other hand the smoke flows smoothly out the large window. He insisted having a huge window. He could see all of las Nevada. You smile kicking off your heels and take your jacket off, you move my hand over the leather and rest between his legs. A small smirk comes onto his lips “ there you are my love “ his voice is low and thick, he’s drunk for sure. I look up at him and giggle moving closer cupping his cheek and kiss his scar, he hated his scar but I loved it. He was beautiful in my eyes, every scar, blemish made him perfect. His Scarred knuckles showed his labor for his new nation, it showed his sacrifices for a nation that burned and betrayed him. His chest showed more scars but he hated them so he got tattoos to cover some which I begged him not to. They showed his story, they showed his courage and willingness. One scar I genuinely hated is the one that rest on his neck it’s little and hidden by his mullet but when he was Vice President to jschlatt, jschlatt got drunk and was angry at one of quackity mistakes. He lashed out throwing a bottle that shattered the glass hit his neck. That night I never cried so hard, my husband laid in my lap with a thick bandages on his neck. He gave me his beautiful white smile telling me not to worry. I begged him to leave it all but now I sit before him as his body is covered in passed mistakes but no matter what he was still the same man I married. I smile seeing him looking so relaxed. It’s been weeks since he’s actually relaxed. He looks down and brings his hand up. I feel his rings rub my cheek. I giggle taking the glass out his hand and put the cigar out, he smiled childishly up at me and giggled which warmed my heart he never giggled unless he was drunk, I gently move up unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, I gently pull his red tie over his head gently pull his shirt over his head. He whined slightly slurring his words “ no baby” I smile “ let’s get you cleaned up love “ he stopped whining and just let me undress him, I pull the rings gently off his fingers and smile at him as I put his arm over my shoulder and lead him to the tub as he sits on the side I fill it. Then pull at his beanie and letting his long hair fall onto his shoulders, I cup his cheek kissing him gently. “ your so beautiful my love “ a blush takes over his face as he looks up. I gently lift his leg and set it in the tub as he sighs in the cutest way possible. He sinks into the warm water. I smile and giggle resting by the side of the tub, I go to the shower pulling his products out, I gently pour water over his head. By the tub their is another window is row like a gambling chip and has his signature smile on it pass the smile you could see the sun set. Looking down you see the sun hug the side of his face, his scar looked magic, I could see his gold tooth slightly reflect. I cup my hand pouring the shampoo into my hand and gently message his scalp. He breaths deeply and closes his eyes. I rinse his hair getting the rest of the products out and get a towel. He has sobered up more so he steps out and wraps his waist in the towel and kisses my cheek mumbling a small I love you before disappearing into the closet. I smile changing and go to get him food. Once I return, he’s on the bed laid out in shorts and a tee. His beanie on the dresser and he’s staring at the ceiling. I smile getting closer, I sit on the bed and gently place my hand on his chest. He looks at me and smiles and hums “ thank you” I run my fingers through his damp hair and giggle lightly “ for what my love “ he only mumbles pulling me into bed “ everything my love”
Trauma is an identity
I cry Lightly as tears run my face and to my dress my tears stain my dress as I feel a warm hand move over my shoulder, he moves down my arm taking my hand. I don’t look up but know who it is, he pulls me closer gently waltzing. The music plays lightly so lightly I didn’t notice him turn it on, the rain hits the large window as he gently hooks my hand and his other hand rests on my back, I rest my head on his chest not caring about the tears that stain his white shirt, I could see his tattoos through the fabric. I focus back on the music, the singer was in love deeply in love, he good to the moon just to dance with the girl he loves, he sings about her cherry lips and long black hair. She was the apple to his eye, his princess. But I’m quakity’s Queen. I keep crying but finally look up at him, he’s been my light in the darkness for years. When the darkness consumed me and told me to give up. He showed up, his beanie was the first thing I saw before he tripped. I laughed then my heart melted when he smiled. The feeling of love felt so foreign to me that I panicked and ran from him. He was perfect, the scar that ran down his face and through his now white eye was beautiful to me, I held no physical scars to show my pain. The first night I accepted him, he went above and beyond. I found my king. I’m pulled from my thoughts when he gently places kisses on my knuckles then moves closer kissing my soaked cheeks “ why must you cry my love” I place my hand on his shoulders as we still waltz in the large main room of the casino. “ I cry to help the pain darling “ he moves his hand up over my cheek, his rings are cold extremely cold on my hot tear stained skin. His eyes were filled with love,the way his brows scrunched in and he showed a bit of sadness. He would give me the world of I asked him too. Is weird to see the same man that burned a nation and killed so many it was weird to see him so gentle. He smiles sweetly as if he got a dangerous idea, my heart fluttered knowing he always found a way to heal a little bit of my heart without trying. He leads me to our shared room, he sits me on the bed and gently moves my straps off my shoulders lifting the dress off.he kisses my collar bones and shoulders whispering sweet words that make me want to cry again, I can feel the love radiating off of him. He moves to my bra gently taking it off and then my underwear, kissing my thighs and knees. He undresses and pulls me on top of him. On rough days or hard nights, we lay naked in silence. I see why human touch is important with in minutes I can’t even remember why I was crying. His arms hold me tightly, I rest my cheek on his chest and trace his tattoos with my index finger. He gently placed kisses on my head and covers us.
(Super short but I’m sad so whatever)
Hey, this is my first post and I'd like to introduce my account!
I want to start writing fanfics and stuff like that; these are some of the people/fandoms I'd write:
-mcyt
-chuckle sandwich
-CoD (mostly just ghost and könig)
-pen15
-harry potter
-TWD
-riverdale (probably not much tho)
I won't do any incest or dubcon.
Feel free to write requests or anything!
P.s. I'm on moble so idk if that maks any difference ❤️❤️❤️