#I'm just like so fucking relieved ya'll don't understand
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Got some pretty solid news!
My mom and I were trying to keep me on her insurance, because my brand of medicaid isn't taken everywhere. (Aetna for those who are wondering)
Well, usually we have to get a form signed by my doctor who prescribes my meds, to declare me a dependent and disabled still basically.
I got declared permanently disabled so I now permanently stay on her insurance!
The kicker though? They did this two years ago. But never told my mom so she's been stressing about getting these forms done before my last year and this year's birthday and praying they pass them.
She was literally in tears (joy and relief) when she texted me and showed me everything. So that's ONE issue taken care of. Still got another issue I'm going to the doc for on Thursday. But at least I don't gotta worry about my insurance anymore!
#༼ 🌟 ooc: afk and probably eating pizza rolls ༽#I'll probs delete this soon enough#I'm just like so fucking relieved ya'll don't understand#I was so worried cause I COULDN'T get the form signed#since my doc just had back surgery and wasn't back yet#and probs wouldn't be before my birthday#which means my meds would have cost me an arm and a leg#and probs my little brother too
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my girl (part 4) - rafe cameron
a/n: SURPRISE! I wrote a part 4 ;) i had this idea right after i said i was only doing 3 parts - but this really is the final one! I really hope ya'll enjoy. It's a little shorter than the rest! (not my gif)
Summary: Nope sorry you have to read!
Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, kissing, and test anxiety
Word Count: 4.4k
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Your phone buzzing on your nightstand distracts you get again from cramming for your Chemistry final. The exam happens in two days, yet you feel like it might as well be in two hours with the amount of anxiety you have. It's your second year of college, and boy, it hasn't gotten any easier. Thankfully, your roommate is out for the night so you have your entire dorm to yourself to study.
You lean over and check your phone. Another missed call from your fiancee, Rafe. Beside your phone on your nightstand sits your engagement ring. You stare at it for a moment and swallow your feelings, then move back over to your chemistry textbook. Your phone buzzes again - a voicemail from Rafe this time, which you don't bother to listen to.
Chemistry is your focus tonight. Chemistry is what you need to be studying for, what you need to know inside and out. You throw yourself back into it, shutting off your phone when it buzzes yet again. You need absolutely zero distractions.
About twenty minutes into it, you hear a loud knock on the door. You sigh, figuring your roommate forgot her ID or keys again. You pull open the door and sigh, fully shocked when you find Rafe standing at your door. He's out of breath from running inside from the parking lot, and he looks pissed off.
"Oh, good, you're alive," he snaps, pushing his way into your room before you can even invite him.
"What are you doing here?" you ask him, closing the door so none of your nosy neighbors can listen to yet another argument between the two of you.
Things haven't been good. You're sick of him calling and texting you all the time, him begging you to come home, and constantly asking who you're with when you go out. On top of all of that, your classes this semester are harder than they've ever been, but Rafe never respects when you say you need space and time to study.
"Checking to see if my fucking fiancee is breathing!" he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air, "I mean, shit, Y/N, I called you, like, twenty times."
You glance over to the nightstand at your phone, realizing your ring was over there, too. You know he won't like that.
"I shut my phone off. I really need to study, Rafe," you tell him, but he's not listening.
Instead, he collapses onto your bed and puts his head in his hands, sitting directly on your Chem textbook and notes.
"Oh, my God, what the hell? Get up," you snap at him, walking over and pushing him off so he doesn't ruin your notes or textbook pages.
"It's fucking fine," he replies as he stands, barely glancing at your papers.
"No, it's not. I need this shit to pass my exam-" you hold the wrinkled papers up.
"They're literally fine, Y/N," his voice raises, "Stop being so dramatic."
You take a deep breath before you speak again, knowing whatever comes out will not be very nice. You've really been trying to be patient with him, but it's getting harder and harder.
"I'm not being dramatic, Rafe," you say calmly, "I just really need to study and I need peace and quiet."
He sighs and rubs the back of his neck as he debates what to say next. Neither of you want to start a fight, but you both have a lot of shit to say. His eye catches the shiny object on the nightstand and he looks over, figuring out it's your engagement ring.
"What the fuck?" he gasps, picking it up and holding it out to you, "Since when do you take this off?"
You put your hands on your forehead and sigh, realizing this is going to take up a lot of time that you don't have. And the fact that Rafe drove eight hours on a whim because you didn't pick up his calls all day has made you crazy.
"I cannot do this with you right now," you tell him, stepping toward your Chemistry stuff.
You'll just have to go to the library and study if he's going to be here. There's no way you can get any of your shit done with him bitching about your ring.
"Oh, my bad, when can you do it, then?" he rolls his eyes, "Huh? Can you give me, like, a window of time where you're actually available to talk?"
"Rafe-" you start, but he holds his hand up.
"No, because, I mean, I don't hear from you all day, and I'm fucking worried about you, so I make the long ass drive to come check on my soon-to-be wife, and now I'm the bad guy? Yeah, no, I get it now!" he exclaims.
"Jesus, okay, I have to go," you say, grabbing your backpack from the floor and sliding some slippers on.
"Right, to study," he grumbles.
"Yeah, to study," you snap back, "Just because you didn't go to school doesn't mean you can't at least try to understand!"
You rarely raise your voice at him, so Rafe knows you're mad. He stares at you for a second, deciding if he should acknowledge your comment about him not attending school.
"It's not about whether or not I understand, it's about time management," he lectures, making you roll your eyes, "Don't roll your fucking eyes at me."
"Don't show up at my dorm unannounced!" you yell back.
"I wouldn't have been unannounced if you would answer your goddamn phone!"
You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, then step closer to the door. Rafe walks over to you and grabs your arm, spinning you around. You stare up at him like he's crazy, he's never laid a hand on you like that before.
"Put your ring back on," he demands, holding it out in his hand.
"What the fuck is your problem, Rafe? You think I'm gonna get hit on walking to the damn library? Get a grip," you mutter, trying to yank your arm from his grasp but failing.
"I'm not playing," he tells you, holding the ring up in his other hand.
"Neither am I," you snap, "Let go of me."
He stares at you for another few seconds and then releases you, groaning loudly when he does. He steps away from you and runs his hand through his hair, then sets your ring back down on the nightstand.
"What's going on with us?" he grumbles, sitting down on your bed again.
You start to feel bad as you look at him, so you step closer and set your books down on you desk. You open your mouth to speak, to apologize and return your ring to your finger, when he speaks out again.
"Why didn't you answer the fucking phone when I called?"
You close your mouth quickly, swallowing the words you were about to say. You stare at him for a moment, then you decide that it's just best to tell him the absolute, stone cold truth.
"Because I have shit going on, Rafe. I have a Chem final in two days and I'm not at all prepared, I have other finals and an entire paper due by the end of the week, and I have you up my ass about everything in between and it's just a little overwhelming right now."
He brings his head out of his hands and looks up at you. His expression changes from hurt to angry in about one second, so you brace yourself.
"So what do you want me to do to help you, then?" he asks, his voice agitated. You can tell he's trying to be patient, but he really wants to yell.
"I just need you to give me some space right now," you state.
He nods his head, moving his eyes away from yours and down to the floor.
"Space," he repeats, "You want space."
You nod your head slowly, afraid now to speak. You can't tell what his reaction is about to be, but obviously it isn't going to be a good one.
"So, you ignore my phone calls," he holds up one finger, "You take off your engagement ring," another finger, "And now you want space. Do you think I'm a fucking moron?"
He stands up off the bed, now towering over you. Your hands come up to your face, rubbing your eyes to try and relieve some form of stress.
"God, Rafe, you're making this out to be something it's not-"
"Am I?" he shouts, "Do you want to marry me or not? I mean, I really think that's what this boils down to. Am I what you want, or not?"
His yelling combined with your stress and confusion makes you yell back at him.
"I don't know!"
He steps back, almost like you've hurt him, and stares at you with a look you've never seen before. It's anger, betrayal, confusion, and sadness all rolled into one, heartbroken expression. It makes your stomach turn thinking about the fact that you're hurting him.
"Well, there it is," he says, his voice cracking, "I'll just get out of your way, then."
He leans down and grabs the ring from your nightstand, wrapping his large hand around it and then stepping toward the door.
"Rafe, wait," you say, "Where are you going to go? You can't drive home in the dark."
He doesn't turn around, he can't look at you. Not when you're not sure what you want.
"I'll sleep in the truck," he says, his voice weak and quiet.
"No," you protest, "Rafe, I'm sorry."
He stands there for a few seconds, then turns, and you see the tears in his eyes. One has fallen, and rests on the bottom of his cheek. He wipes it away, but not quick enough.
"Why are you sorry? I'm not what you want anymore," he laughs, but nothing is funny.
Another tear falls and you step forward quickly, reaching up to wipe it away. He closes his eyes under your touch, always loving feeling your skin on his.
"I didn't say that," you say gently, tears welling in your eyes from seeing him like this.
"Just..." he trails off, finally opening his red eyes, "Go ace your Chem final. I'll see you at home in a few days."
He reaches up and grabs your hand, removing it from his cheek. He lays a quick kiss on your knuckles, then closes his eyes again when he lets go of you. Not sure if it's his last time feeling you.
He turns to leave, opening the door up before he turns back to you.
"I love you. I always will."
He doesn't wait for your response, he just closes the door behind him. You turn and look at the nightstand where your ring once sat, wishing to God that it was still there. You want to tun after him, but you know you can't. You two just need some cooling off time, you tell yourself. You'll come back again atfer finals when you get home for Christmas break. He'll hold onto your ring for you, you convince yourself of that.
You can't focus. The next day, you spend all your time in the library, staring at a page in your Chem textbook, and all you can focus on is your empty finger. No pretty ring that reflects every ounce of Rafe's love for you. You check your phone, but all you see is an empty screen. Your wallpaper is a cheesy picture of Rafe holding a wine glass. You took it on your anniversary last year and love everything about it, especially his cheesy grin.
Tears start to form in your eyes, so you do what you have to do. You call him. It rings and rings and rings, then you hear his familiar, raspy voice on his voicemail.
Yo, it's Rafe. Leave a message and I might hit you back.
You close your eyes, those two sentences being the most you've heard from him in almost twenty-four hours.
"Hey," you start your message, "Look, I'm sorry about last night. I really want to talk. Please call me back. Love you, bye."
You sigh and hang up the phone, then look down to your book again. You try and try to focus, but you can't. It just is impossible with everything spinning around your brain. You can still see the look on his face when you said you weren't sure, you can still hear him say 'I love you' right before he left.
And it's all you want to hear again.
You slam your book shut and grab your stuff, then make your way out of the library. Once you get outside, you call Rafe again. You hear the same ringing and the same message from his voicemail, so you leave another.
"Baby, please call me. I'm worried about you. I just want us to talk. Please call. I love you."
You hang up and walk back to your dorm, checking every five seconds to see if he's called you back. You really just want to hear his voice, to apologize, and to be able to focus on Chemistry again. Knowing that Rafe is out there hurting is just too distracting.
You call hm again after you get back to your dorm, giving him about thirty minutes to call back before you try him again. When he doesn't answer, you leave another message.
"Hey," you say, your voice sounding more desperate, "I'm going to call Dad and have him come get me. I'm skipping out on my Chem final. I just want to come home and work things out with you. Call me, please. Love you."
And you mean every word. You sit down on your bed and you remember how Rafe had helped you move in on your first day of freshman year. You remember how he made love to you and how he proposed to you in the parking lot before he left. And you remember all the times he came to visit and you two laid in bed and planned out your whole wedding reception together, laughing and joking about who to invite and who to sit together.
As you sit there and remember it all, remember the kisses and the laughs and the feelings you have when you're with him, you've never been more sure in your life. It's Rafe. It will always be Rafe.
You hear a knock on your dorm room door and hop out of bed, rushing over to it. It's him, you hope. Coming to rescue you, coming to hold you, coming to give you your ring back. You pull open the door with a big smile, only to find your roommate, Alex, standing on the other side.
"Hey," she says, looking confused at why you opened the door like that, "Sorry. I forgot my keys."
You drop your shoulders and nod, moving her out of the way. She leaves the door open as she moves over to her side of the room to search for them. You sit back down on your bed, checking your phone once again. He has to call back eventually.
"You're not ditching your Chemistry final."
You look up and see him, standing in the doorway, staring at you. His eyes are tired, his hair is a mess, and he looks like he's hung over. You don't even want to know where the hell he's been for the past day.
"Rafe," you breathe, hopping up from your bed.
You want to throw your arms around him, hug him, and have you hold him. He stops you when you get close to him, holding out his hand to keep distance between the two of you, which practically breaks your heart in two.
"You're not coming home until you take that test," he repeats, "You've been studying for it and if you don't take it, you fail. So, you're staying. I called your dad."
You frown. This is not how you imagined it. He seems colder somehow.
"Okay," you say, "Fine. But I want us to talk."
Rafe shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe. Alex walks up behind you, whispering she will be back later, and leaves with a quick smile to Rafe.
"I'm giving you your space so you can focus. We'll work on us when you're done with the semester."
He sounds firm, but you know you can win this one. You step forward, so close that he can almost feel your skin on his. Your scent fills the air, and you watch as he swallows his feelings.
"Rafe," you say, your voice soft, "I can't focus on anything knowing that I hurt you. I need to talk about us and figure things out. Please."
"Baby," he sighs, and you know you've won just by the return of your nickname. It's your favorite, which is why he calls you it so often.
"Please," you say, taking his hand. Your fingers wrap through his, pulling him inside.
He groans but enters anyway, both of you knowing that he would do anything for you. The door closes behind him, which you're thankful for. You sit him down on your bed and instantly crawl onto his lap, not caring if that's what he wants or not. That's what you need. Your head buries into his chest and your arms wrap around his neck.
"Baby," he says again, this time with more authority.
You bring your lips up to his neck to soften him up, listening to the small moans that come out of his mouth as you work.
"Rafe," you say against his skin, "I'm so sorry for what I said yesterday."
He hums, so you give him a few more kisses on his neck before you pull back to look at him. He stares at you with soft eyes, and you know you've already won him over. But you still need to say what you need to say.
"Truly, baby. I was wrong. I was angry. You are all I want in this world and I couldn't handle any of this without you. I was acting extremely ungrateful and I'm really, really sorry," you continue, watching him smile sadly at you.
"Well," he smirks, moving his hands from your back down to your butt, "I've always known you're a brat, so."
"Hey," you pretend to pout, but really, you just want a kiss. He gives you a slow, gentle one, one that makes you want to melt into him.
"You are the love of my life," he says, "You could never say anything to make me walk. And I'm sorry for being such a dick yesterday and for not respecting your school. I'm gonna get better. This shit is just hard for me, having you all the way here. I just miss you when I'm home."
You nod, reaching up and brushing his hair away from his eyes with your fingers. Even when he hasn't showered, is in the same clothes as yesterday, hasn't styled his hair or even slept well, he still is the most handsome to you.
"I understand. I'm sorry for being so hard on you," you say, kissing him on the cheek.
He smiles against your lips, bringing his hands up to your face to move you down to his lips.
"Are we okay?" he asks you in between kisses.
You hum against his lips, and he takes that as a yes, so he flips you over and lays down on top of you, kissing you like his life depends on it. He quickly moves down to your neck, his hands going underneath your shirt.
"Oh, my God, I missed you, baby," he tells you as you feel him leaving a hickey on your neck.
"Always marking me up," you laugh at him, feeling him smirk against you, "I missed you, too."
"It killed me not calling you back," he continues against your neck, "But I wanted to do right by you, you know?"
You gasp when he bites you slightly, then laugh when you feel his big grin on your neck.
"That's why I love you the way I do," you say sweetly.
He sits up and looks down at you, smirking widely, "Can you love me like you do right now and then get back to your studying?"
You bite your lip and nod, pulling him back down on top of you.
A little while later, you and Rafe lay naked in your bed, just breathing in the other. Rafe is drawing hearts into the skin on your stomach, leaving little kisses every so often on any inch of skin he could reach with his mouth.
"You need to get back to studying," he says, but doesn't stop with his kisses.
"Can I have my ring back first?"
He looks up at you with wide eyes, wondering if you really mean it. He didn't want to bring up the ring, just in case you had changed your mind about the engagement.
"You sure?" he asks quietly.
You grab his chin and pull him up to you, stroking his hair as you give him a couple quick kisses.
"I've never been more sure of anything," you tell him.
He nods and kisses you again, then hops off the bed and pulls the ring out of the zipped up pocket of his shorts. He grins at you and then jumps back in bed, of course landing on you when he does.
"This is a twin bed, you ogre. You can't be jumping and shit, there's not enough room for you!" you say as you try to free your left side from underneath him.
He moves and lets you get situated, then holds out the ring. You hold up your left hand for him ti put it on you once again.
"Will you marry me?" he asks, and you would've laughed at him if his voice wasn't so gentle and nervous.
"Of course I will, Rafe Cameron," you tell him, smiling.
He slides your ring back on your finger and you somehow feel more complete, more whole, knowing it's there.
"It's never coming off again," you tell him, meaning it.
He kisses you softly, "No, it's not."
Rafe takes a shower and then hangs out on your bed on his phone later on to keep himself occupied while you study for Chem at your desk. You ask him to quiz you and he does, even though he knows nothing about Chemistry.
It gets late, so you tell him you'll study the rest tomorrow and hope to be prepared the following day for the exam. You put your book and notes on your desk, then slide into bed with Rafe, who you made stay with you tonight. Although it didn't take much convincing.
"I can't believe your dad is just letting you take all this time off," you mumble against his chest.
"Hmm," Rafe hums, so you know you're wrong, "I've kinda been dodging his calls."
"He'll be mad," you tell him, and he nods.
"I don't care, though. I got what I came here for."
You spend all day the next day studying in the library for Chem and writing your paper, while Rafe packs your things for you. He figures it's one less thing for you to worry about, and then you can just come with him after you finish your exam. He had told you he wanted to be the one to bring you, his soon-to-be wife, home.
Rafe waits for you outside your building on exam day. One by one, students file out of the building, and he gets even more anxious every time you aren't one of them. Eventually, he stops pacing and sits down on a bench, praying that you do well.
He sees you emerge from the building with only ten minutes to spare, and jumps up to greet you.
"So?" he asks, his voice hopeful.
"I won't know for a few days," you tell him, "But I'm confident. I felt like I had most of it under control."
He smiles, taking your hand in his and kissing it, "I'm so proud of you, baby."
You smile and thank him, then put your head on his chest in hopes that he'll wrap his arms around you. With the amount of stress you've been under the past few days, all you want is just for him to hold you right now.
"I'm so proud of you," he repeats, swallowing you up in his arms.
You breathe in his scent and relax, knowing that even if you fail every class you ever take for the rest of your life, you will always have a place in the arms of this boy.
After a few minutes, you move to look up at him by resting your chin on his sternum, staring up at him. He smiles down at you, running a hand through your hair as an attempt to calm you down.
"Take me home, Rafe," you tell him quietly, and he nods.
He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you away from the building. You two go back and grab the remaining items you need to bring home, the rest Rafe already packed in the truck, and then go out to the parking lot to head home.
You feel relieved, ready to spend some quality time with Rafe and really make sure to work on things so that nothing ever gets bad between the two of you again.
He puts you into the truck and closes your door, then hops into the driver's side. He reaches over and takes your hand, staring at the ring on your finger and smiling softly.
"Let's just elope and get it over with," he looks up at you, already laughing because he knows you'll never agree.
"Yeah, I'm glad our wedding is something you just wanna get over with," you roll your eyes, but can't help your smile.
"You know what I mean," Rafe groans, "We don't need all the bullshit and the drama. I just need you. And a minister."
You laugh at him and nod, understanding what he means. He looks down at your hand in his, at the diamond on your finger, and so do you. You honestly can't remember why you took it off, you just know you never will again.
"A small wedding it is," you whisper.
He leans over and gives you a kiss. Then another. Then another. He pulls away and starts the truck, then looks back over a you.
"Baby, I'll do whatever you want."
That sentence combined with the cheesy smile he gives you afterward is what convinces you that, no matter what, Rafe will always be yours, and you will always be his.
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AU Alberu's POV as the experimented Beru
Alberu: Cale?
Cale: ...nggh..yes?
Cale rubs his eyes as he tried to open them slowly only to see his lover looking right at him with a nervous expression.
Alberu: I suddenly had a bad dream.
Cale: It's literally 3am in the morning.
Alberu: mm..yea- well *fidgeting*
Cale: Spit it out. What was your bad dream about Beru?
Alberu: DON'T CALL ME THAT ANYMORE- PLEASE just please I'm begging you...
Cale was in deep shock that his lover raised his voice at him just because of what? He called him by his nickname?
Cale: Didn't you tell me multiple times that I should stop calling you 'hyung' when we finally got together?
Alberu: I-its not that.. I just-
Cale: Tell me what's wrong Beru.
Alberu: THAT'S the PROBLEM.
Cale: Which is??
Alberu: That nickname, in my dream I was suddenly trapped in a flat boxed screen, I couldn't move but all I could do was smile. Smiling while looking towards the horizon which seemed endless. White. Blank.
ALberu: After a few minutes I suddenly heard voices. At first, there were a lot of compliments about how radiant I loo-
Cale: Are you even sure that's a bad dream?
Alberu: Yeah it is a bad dream!
Cale: Aren't you just totally flaunting how good-looking you are? You're srsly waking me up in the middle of the night because of this? I'm going back to slee-
Alberu: I SWEAR THAT'S NOT IT!
Cale looks back at Alberu who had a look of desperation. Cale couldn't distinguish if what he's seen rolling down the face of his beloved was sweat or tears. Maybe both. Well, he might as well comfort his lover since that was his job.
Alberu: I heard giggles, squeals, people were shrieking with how I finally appeared. They kept saying that I looked so dazzling, how I sparkled. They were even speaking the same annoying lines that you tell me every time with your glib tongue.
Cale: Whatever do you mean oh shining sun of the Roan Empi-
Alberu: My point exactly *glaring at Cale*
Cale: Alright go on.
Alberu: It went on for days, I couldn't tell how long I was trapped in that frame-like screen window, all of a sudden I reverted back to my dark elf form.
Cale continues to stare at him, already feeling bored as he watched Alberu continue ranting his struggle of a mere dream. Although he found it amusing as he heard him say the next lines.
Alberu: But it didn't stop there, my hair color suddenly changed to a blood-red color just like yours Cale. I was the spitting image of you. And the voices agreed on how we really are sworn brothers if we just switched hair colors.
Cale: Hoh...
'There must be something more to this if it actually made the emperor of the Roan Kingdom have buckets of sweat rolling down his pretty face.'
Alberu: It was until I heard somebody say, 'How about a Pink Haired Beru?'
Cale: Huh?
Alberu: My hair color immediately changed to pink, then sky blue, then green, then orange, then red again. I didn't know when it'd stop but I couldn't even budge. Even when I wanted to so bad.
Alberu looked dead straight in Cale's eyes, with both his hands firmly holding his partner's shoulders, but ironically he was shaking. Alberu Crossman was shaking in fear. For what reason? Is this another one of the Sun God's pranks to his lover? Perhaps it was the God of Death again? He continues to ponder at the annoying thought that maybe divine beings were messing around his precious people again but stopped as Alberu continued speaking his worries.
Alberu: I thought it was okay since it was just a hair color change..then a woman's voice asked with great anticipation, "HOW ABOUT A BALD AND A MOHAWKBERU?"
Alberu: I continued to smile, even when my luscious golden blonde hair was instantly gone and I was suddenly bald. BALD! I saw numerous hearts floating in front of me and I could hear the mockery and laughter of beings I could not even see. Yet I continued to smile.
Cale was speechless.
Alberu: For some reason, I could read the words floating in front of me. "EVERYBODY GIVE IT UP FOR THE ROAN KINGDOM'S FAVORITE SHINING SUN- BALDBERU" is what it said. More hearts appeared at a scary rate and I couldn't even shout or move. I was terrified.
Alberu glared at the person in front of him like a mad man. Cale just shut up and listened to whatever he said, Alberu really looked mental.
Alberu: The woman from a while ago spoke again, I swear her voice was scary beyond belief. She added "Okay everybody hold up- Now imagine DELINQUENT HAIRCUT AlBERU"
Alberu: My hair suddenly grew back twice as much and it was styled into this weird looking hairdo...
Cale continued to have his stoic face which made Alberu feel relieved. Little does he know Cale was on the verge of laughing his ass off-
ALberu: I suddenly heard "JOSUBERU I CAN'T WITH THIS FANDOM- YA'LL REALLY DID IT U PUNKS" again from that mortifying woman since earlier, apparently it was done by a group of people claiming to be my fans?! BUT THE MONSTROSITY THEY'VE- no that wasn't even half of it
Cale: 'There's actually more?! PFFFFFT' I see, continue then.
The prince saw his darling sweetheart Cale shaking as if he was sympathizing with what he was going through. At that very moment, he felt touched by his lover's empathy towards himself.
Alberu: The horrors didn't end just there as I was still waiting for the whole nightmare to be over, they were begging for a 'Voldeberu' which I don't even understand, at that point, I SUDDENLY LOST MY NOSE!!
I WAS BALD AGAIN AND MY NOSE DISAPPEARED YET I WAS STILL SMILING. I HAVE NEVER FELT SO MUCH FEAR IN MY LIFE.
Alberu: Somebody then proposed a 'Clowberu' AND MY FACE SUDDENLY BECAME A CLOWN WEARING MAKEUP. The hardships I had to take while staying still like a fucking mannequin. BUT IT STILL DIDNT STOP THERE.
Cale almost broke into laughter as he wanted to continue listening to his lover's amusing dream! If he laughs now Alberu might as well punch him in the face.
Alberu: I wanted to cry, I pleaded with the Sun God in my head that I want this to stop but I didn't get what I wanted. Instead, a chatbox suddenly appeared, I almost pissed my pants reading at the schemes of those so-called 'fans' had for me.
Cale: Oho.. what did you s-see then? 'Pfft'
Alberu: "LET'S MAKE HIS SKIN GREEN WITH ONLY ONE EYE, MIKE WAZOWSKIEBERU" "We need a butt, BUTTBERU" "I still didn't get my mohawhkberu!" "TWIN TAILESBERU" "AFROBERU!" "MONKBERU!" "SANGWOOBERU" "COWBERU" "UCHIHABERU" "I SAY NUNBERU!
NUNBERU SUPREMACY RISE!!!!!!"
I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT MIKE WAZOWSKI BERU! BUT THEY WANT MY HEAD TO BE A COW?! HOW COULD THEY TO THE EMPEROR OF THE RO-
Cale couldn't handle it anymore he bursts out laughing, almost in tears.
Cale: BUHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!!! If only I was there to see it all! I ca- I CANT! MIKE WAZOW- WAZOWSKI HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH AND AFRO?! HAHAHAHAHAHA
Alberu: How could you be laughing at my pain?!
Cale: Oh dear emperor of mine, isn't it fine that you have such 'entertaining fans' of yours?
Alberu: Entertaining can't even describe those lots... They all praised me for how I was the rising sun of the Roan Kingdom as they humiliated my every being. To the point where they even planned on turning me into 'LIGHTBULBERU'. A FUCKING LIGHTBULB BECAUSE THEY WANT ME TO SHINE LITERALLY. A WALKING FLASHLIGHT KING. ME. ALBERU CROSSMAN.
Cale: PFFT HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Alberu: Haaaahh... You don't understand because you were never in my position. Those fans were a bunch of lunatics I say, LUNATICS!
What Alberu doesn't know is that we, the fandom won't just stop there...
Alberu felt shivers down his spine as he recalled the very vivid and realistic experience he had inside his dream.
Cale: I am so telling this to Tasha, my esteemed and very much adored Beru <3
Alberu: JUST CALL ME HYUNG PLEASE!!
The trauma seemed to have sunken deep into his mind that every time Cale calls him by that nickname, he subconsciously touches his hair and nose in order to reassure himself that it's still there.
I'm tagging these superb beings for making the thread LEGENDARY: @cale-alberu @chunnicalesimp @thescarletguard @trashduchesshenituse-reblogs @farmercale @just-a-sleepy-person @annerisk @pile-of-sticks @trash-duchess-henituse @icyteaa
#tcf#trash of the count's family#tcf crack#incorrect tcf quotes#alberu crossman#cale henituse#CALEBERU#First Fanfic but it's crack#CRACK CRACK CRACKITY CRACK#Tasha mentioned#Sun God#God of Death#Lunatic Fandom#this is why I love this fandom
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Man I'm so tired. My soul is sick I think. If not, there is simply something wrong with me or my brain. I wish I could have someone who would understand this type of pain but no one could cause it's my pain, within me, never gonna disappear it's just there and find a way to settle comfortably in me. I don't feel like there's a chance for it to disappear one day. I hate it but I'm so used to it that not having it would be so unusual, uncomfortable, it's part of my personality and part of my style. I'm great full for that yea it shaped me a good ass style but can you only imagine how fucking rough it is every single day to wake up with that numbness, sadness feeling? How hard it is to make it through each single fucking days of my 20 years on earth. How many time I've told myself just one more time darling, we try again just once okay and never had the guts to relieve myself from that? It's fucking hard man. I'm in pain it hurts. Hurts so much I can't even compare to anything I felt cause I don't feel anymore. This shitty feeling will numb literally everything and reduce you to a freakin "slave" bitch of the human race. A real people pleaser from A to Z cause you are nothing in the end beside what people want you to be for their pleasure and why is that? Cause your so numb you don't even care what happens to you. You don't mind suffering, it'll go away. You don't mind being used, it's simply temporary. Well let me tell you something, all of this is true but today I can tell that I'm numb to all my emotions and feelings but I'm so tired man. Tired of this, tired of me, tired of ya'll.
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Hello! This is my second Fanfic based on this beautiful art of Lucien by @shofyeizartzy . Who can resist Lucien like that?
This is only my second one so it's not that good but I'll try! Also, I have dyslexia so-
Well, here I go! 😅 (For all my angst hoes out there-)
Fool For You
WARNING: Angst, Mentions of sex.]
(Written in Lucien's POV.)
MC'S name in this story is Sophie. 😌👌
Sitting in the darkness of my apartment, TV playing in the background. The recent events in the past week having worn me out. In my chest there was a dull ache, and it felt like my senses were being clogged. I was drenched in sweat, panting to try and catch my breath. My shirt and tie were undone as I snatched the glass of wine beside me and rolled a pill around in my left hand. Eying the pill, those words played in my mind like a tape on repeat.
"Erase Memories. Relieve your internal pain."
Suddenly, I felt a stabbing pain, and everything went white before me.
[Note from creator: If any of ya'll are confused, he took the pill and now he's having flashbacks from before he betrayed MC.]
The sudden dread awoke me, snapping my eyes open, my black T-shirt was drenched and clinging to my well defined abs. I know, I'm hot. My eyes quickly scanned the room, gaze moving to every white or gray furniture until it landed upon a familiar figure radiating colour.
[BACK TO THIRD PERSON POV]
"Sophie?" His eyes widened as he started completely dumbfounded at her, his expression slowly changing and twisting into affection as her eyes fluttered open. The early sunrise Shined through the slightly parted curtains, casting a golden halo that bounced off her messy bed head. "Good morning, Mr Xu." She said sweetly, smiling at him. She lazily moved closer, the rustling of the bed sheets drawing his attention back to her. "Good morning to you too, Mrs Xu." He said, Exchanging tender kisses with her. She gently cupped his cheek, the cold of the metal ring making his lip quiver.
[Que nostalgic bright light flashing cliche.]
Just then, a bright white light blinded him, cutting off all of his vision. When he came back to his senses, he could smell... chemicals? He searched his surroundings, only to find he was in the lab, outside his assigned room, he could hear a child's squeals and multiple people laughter. He turned his chair slightly to the left, his heart lightly fluttering in confusion. He reached his shaking hand out to the door handle and...
"Daddy!"
A little girl suddenly jumped into his embrace and he quickly steadied himself, right arm on his desk. "Hello, Ariella." He said with a soft chuckle. In the distance, he heard Sophie running over hand picking up the little girl with an apologetic look on her face.
"I'm so sorry Lucien! I told her not to disturb you but I couldn't stop her- Mmph!"
She was cut off by a firm but gentle kiss.
"Don't worry about it, it's nice to have some company. Why don't you come in?"
And then that same light appeared.
Sweat was dripping down his back, down his jaw on to his abdomen and disappearing into that special space as continuously slammed into her, biting his shoulder to muffle her blissful cries as red liquid came flowing out, and her legs shook violently and her back arched into his chest. His body temperature quickly increased, he let out soft moans and deep growls, signaling his release.
It went black.
He awoke again, in a hazy room with big marble pillars and and a high ceiling that he could only describe as the Black Swan headquarters. He was confused, puzzled, angry and many other feelings rose, causing a lump to form at the back of his throat and tears pricked the back of his eyes. He slowly sat up, balancing himself on the two palms placed his hips and shuffled his rear backwards.
"I thought Ares wasn't capable of showing emotion."
A deep, mocking tone sounded out behind him. He swiftly spun around, still on his backside when he looked into the big monitor that was balanced on a wall. This caused his head to spin and he instantly fell backwards, smacking his head on the hard, cold floor beneath him. It wasn't until he let out a groan that he realized how raw his throat was, and just how much pain he is in. "What are you doing to me?" Ares coldly asked the mystery person on the monitor in a raspy voice, he had a pretty good guess as to who it was.
"Well, it was your choice whether to take that stupid little supplement because you wanted your way so bad. But haven't you already learned your lesson? Don't take things from Black Swan and expect us to let you go freely."
Something clicked in Ares' mind. He finally understood what was going on.
"Did you like what you see? Those who you love will disappear, and soon enough I will take over, and human evolution will rule all."
"You sick fucking bastard." Ares spat at the person on the monitor. His brows furrowed in anger and a sense of loss filled him. He thought back to her. That one day he betrayed all they had built, the family and bond that came crashing down. All humanity was stripped from him and he became that beast that didn't care about anyone or anything. Her eyes were like a tide of emotion, that set off ripples in his heart. Suddenly, all his senses were cut off as he slowly submerged into the subconscious, he felt as though he was becoming that one blob of sea foam that sacrificed everything for those they loved. His eyes became gray and they lost the shine of hope that had never been left behind.
[Sophie's turn-]
She had her back against his door, listening to his low groans, his breathing quickening and then slowing, his heart pounding, the glass shattering, flesh being cut, a thud and a limp body slumping down.
Her legs gave out from under her and she slid down the door, her vision blurring and refocusing for a split second as her neighbours ran out and surrounded her, shouting her name and some other incoherent words she couldn't quite hear or understand. That red string full of memories and life being snapped from her wrist, she looked at the man she loved laying there, marked with the memories and truth he had carried. Shudders ran up and down her spine as well as silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Pulling a faint and weak smile, she lay bloodless and cold. The people around her screaming, and her husband laying within reach, he never really left.
"Maybe I am a fool for you."
"Maybe I am a fool for you."
[END]
Well, that's it! This is probably very confusing and dumb, but it's 1 AM. 😅💗
This is only my second fanfic and I didn't really know what I was doing-
Well, if you have any feedback, feel free to let me know! Requests are always open. ♡
Thanks for reading!
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Ichidai San vs Seidou: Koshien Aftereffects
@ Anon-san, here's the essay haha!
I've officially watched the Ichidai San vs Seidou match for the fourth time last night. My adrenaline was so high, I couldn't sleep until 3am that I ended up wanting to unleash all these feelings for this show.
Daiya, Act II ep 13
And I kid you not. I'm writing 'bout everyone in Seidou.
Coach Kataoka & Ochiai
Let's start with Boss. I'd like to reiterate that he always had high hopes for Eijun.
Daiya, Act I ep 5
He placed Eijun in the first string even when the boy was still shit with his form, his control, and zero baseball knowledge. Even Osaka Kiryuu's coach implied that it's actually Eijun who is Kataoka's secret weapon.
I remember him even letting Eijun pitch against Raichi during the batter's next at-bat against Eijun. That was cleary a sign that he was starting to trust Eijun. But clearly Eijun wasn't still good enough back then. Kataoka knew of Eijun's potential, it's just that he didn't expect him to grow soooo fast. Eijun was bound to get there someday, but not this soon. However, seeing Furuya's pitching in Koshien, he too was blinded by it since he was desperate for a real ace with an impact. Of course you'd wanna parade your pitcher like that. This is where Ochiai enters the picture. (If you've ever felt personally victimized by Ochiai, please raise your hand! ✋) Kidding. Ochiai was shit during his introduction. It took a long time to warm up to him, but he was an essential addition to the coaching staff. Kataoka, although tough is more of a feeling kind of coach. While Ochiai takes information at face value. Clearly in the Ichidai game, Ochiai was the one who was practical even suggesting that Eijun's pitching is more effective (even though he likes Furuya as a pitcher more). Kataoka was blind, and it was glaring. Why? You see the other teams were watching. And every single coach of the teams Seidou played against with is wary of Sawamura- even Inashiro's Coach Kunitomo. Eijun is the kid who rallied Seidou to one out away into reaching Summer Koshien- during his first freaking year.
This is why I really like it when Ochiai said Kataoka is human afterall. I guess Kataoka also has some growing up to do.
I'd like to add that these two coaches were blinded by the Koshien performance that they didn't even notice that Furuya's form was crumbling. Quoting these reddit posts, the coaching staff was purely after results. If it's not broken, don't try to fix it. We all gotta say thank you to baseball jesus, Chris-senpai, for we won't be having this problem with Eijun.
Furuya
Contrary to people saying Furuya became selfish, I feel like he actually knew what his role is and the expectations from him. He never once lost the goal to win Nationals. It's just that, he didn't know how to actually do it. He was chasing his best performance. He didn't want to be Japan's #1 pitcher for the title you know. He wanted to be the top pitcher to bring his team to the top.
Let's accept it. Despite being a monster rookie, he shouldered the ace number prematurely. Of course the weight of it would one day catch up to him. This is why the phrase 'There are no shortcuts.' keeps being reiterated in the story. I felt bad for Furuya so much. This phase of his baseball life is pretty parallel to Eijun's yips arc.
Eijun
How do I even start with our ball of sunshine? He really puts relief in 'relief pitching'. Such a refreshing player. Woah, like Sanada Shunpei. Yes we know that an ace carries the whole team, we know that an ace saves the team during a pinch, and an ace uplifts the overall mood. Already sounds like Eijun right? We know the role of an ace and how an ace should perform towards the team. What the Ichidai San match highlighted is how a team, in response, acts towards the ace. Trust. It really slapped me in the face the same way it frustrated Eijun. The extreme difference in trust given to an ace versus a relief pitcher.
This was the turning point for Eijun. Probably why I love rewatching it despite the angst. (For a more painful experience, try rewatching the episode before the Ichidai San match 🤭🔪🦝) Anyway, during that scene where Kataoka was dumbstruck with Eijun's top tier pitching I kept remembering that one quote from HQ by the U19 coach--
"We don't look for them, but that doesn't matter. They come to us with solid, undeniable strength and they make us choose them."
Literally screams SAWAMURA EIJUN!!!
Miyuki Kazuya
Where should I stab him? (Ya'll stop taking me seriously when I say stab okay?) I've been saying this all the time but our personality is the same. It's nasty. I love him and hate him at the same time okay?
Anyway, I hope we're all aware and agree that Miyuki also saw Eijun's potential from day 1. Sakuhin shit right there. Miyuki likes interesting people or happenings. This guy played catch with noob Eijun during his day-off! Offered, in fact. (Act 1, ep 5 during that intra squad game of 2nd/3rd yrs vs 1st yrs).
May I also add! Chris didn't like Eijun in the beginning. It was Miyuki who ended up covincing Chris to look at Eijun clearly and say "to a catcher, he's the most interesting kind of pitcher". However, this boy has his first string duties so it was understandable that he focused on Furuya for a while. But what's unacceptable is, during Ichidai's game, he was guilty of prioritizing Furuya over the game. This is 99% on Kataoka but 1% on Miyuki. Bitch you were losing and you couldn't even send distress signals to the coach. He trusted Furuya because of the Koshien performance and the ace number when a whole ass Sawamura Eijun exists. That's why he was quite guilty when Eijun dropped the 'trust' word on him during the switch.
And while I like that Eijun's performance during the Ichidai San match was eye opening to the catcher, I still haven't forgiven Miyuki for the day before the game when he 'ditched' or put Ei on the back burner. No, no. I'm not simply being a bitch about it because we know Miyuki's POV at that point. He needed to figure out what's wrong with Furuya and a match was looming. He didn't throw Eijun away, he just put him off a few hours. What I'm angry about is the way he put it to Eijun.
We all know Eijun is dying for some Miyuki acknowledgement. I'm pretty sure Miyuki is so unaware of this fact. Which brings me to the point. Miyuki is unaware of how his words come across to Eijun. How it impacts the little pitcher. That a simple jab to Eijun like "ace-sama wants to pitch" is a big sore spot. We see this later at night when Eijun keeps repeating, "Since I'm already put at the back burner!". Miyuki was being sarcastic about the ace-sama thing. But you see, Eijun is a big idiot. He takes everything at face value. Miyuki even brushes it off as they practice catch, "You're still angry about that?" he jokes.
And whooosh, everything's okay! Or is it?
You may say I'm being dramatic about it. But no. Here's why. During the Ichidai match, Eijun flashes back to two things. One, while on the bullpen frustrated that Furuya's messing up, he recalls the day before when Miyuki chose to catch for Furuya even though he promised to Eijun. (The other one, at his at-bat, he remembers when Kataoka didn't let him pitch the last inning.) So what seems to be a simple nasty joke to Miyuki is a sore spot to Eijun. I have observed this time and time again, but Eijun is quick to under value himself, and these jokes Miyuki pulls aren't helping. Recall that crippled Sawamura self deprecating joke he did, and him saying he was put in the back burner.
(Well anyway, Miyuki was praising Eijun in his mind the night before so I'm appeased. This is one of those TJ inconsistencies I hate, but okay, that's another post. ☹️)
Everything got better after the Ichidai game. Because as Eijun made Kataoka look at him properly. He also did the same to Miyuki. Eijun's performance just screamed, "I'm here. I'm ready!" It lit a fire to everyone in Seidou.
Fielders/Batters
I want to end my long ass post with a good one. I wanna highlight the team's performance during the Ichidai game.
While Furuya was pitching, I could go as far as say the fielder's were baby-ing him. They were so soft and encouraging because they knew Furuya when he is at his best and that it was off day during that time. The fielders were playing primarily to relieve Furuya's pressure.
In contrast, when Eijun was playing on the mound do you guys know how the batters felt? Kanemaru? Kuramochi? Utter frustration and hopelessness. And I was giddy as fuck when that happened. Because Eijun was performing his best, but they couldn't get any runs in response to his amazing pitching. It mothafuckin felt so good watching them feel powerless.
Don't you love this whole match? Obviously I do haha! If you guys ended up reading everything, then thank you! I really wrote this for myself because I was overwhelmed while rewatching it. 😅
#I PRINTED THE DRAFT OF THIS ON PAPER#THE THINGS I DO FOR DAIYA#I LOVE MY SUNSHINE BOI EIJUN SO MUCH#MIYUKI LOOKED SO TURNED ON DURING EIJUN'S FIRST PITCH DURING THE ICHIDAI GAME. DON'T LIE.#daiya no ace#sawamura eijun#miyuki kazuya#furuya satoru#kataoka#coach ochiai
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"Do you like it?": Thomas Hewitt (Smut)
Request: Thomas hewitt s/o puts on lingerie for her husband. @chola-inc
Warning: Violence, brief Gore, mentions of rape, and Smut.
You jumped as the front door slammed open, you spun around at the sound, the wet dish in your hand slipping from your grasp and into the metal sink with a clack. Screams of protest followed as you walked around the corner, wiping your damp hands on the front of your dress. You calmed slightly as you found Charlie hauling in a young girl, about your age, by her legs, which were desperately flailing about, eager to get free. The girls hands were bound by cuffs, her wrists bruised and swelling, "Please, let me go! No!" She cried, her voice shook the house as she bellowed from the top of her lungs.
"Come on, now," Charlie grunted, dragging the blonde haired girl across the floor, frowning as she grabbed the stairwell railing and held on tightly. "Fuckin' hell, you damn bitch. Don't act like I don' anything to ya, yet." He snickered to himself before dropping her legs like dead weight, she fell with a thump before attempting to stumble to her feet. She screamed fearfully, her bound hands clawing at the wooden floors as she was dragged away, the older man grabbed her once more and began hauling her up the stairs. "Now, that's a betta idea, I haven't had a nice lay down since the war. I like yo' thinkin'."
"No, no!" She screamed, her throat raw from her pitiful attempts in resistance. That's when she saw you, her eyes wide and almost relieved as you walked forwards into the light of the open entrance. You looked normal, a pretty girl probably from a town like her, nothing like the Texan freaks she's seen so far, and besides that you were free, no shackles or chains. "Hey, hey!" She called, desperately, her body shaking. Her hands clung to the railing, her palms digging into the splintered wood, she hardly noticed that the man stopped moving. You looked up, your eye's connecting with hers and she couldn't help the cry of relief that escaped her. "Help me, help me, please! Please, help!" She pleaded, she sobbed and that's when that monster of a man came through the door. "Oh god..." she whimpered.
Charlie locked eyes with you, a sadistic grin on his face as you raised a brow at him, he enjoyed beating the spirit out of other, the tactic was used repetitively in war. If not physically then, it was sure to work mentally. So, this wasn't much of a surprise for you, but still there was no point in delaying the inevitable.
The girl's eyes widened horrifically, you feared they'd pop out of her skull as Thomas entered the house. Dragging in two men by their ankles and flung over his shoulder, their blood mingled and dripped down the giant's back and to the floor. Thomas breathed heavily through his dark, leather mask, still slightly winded from the hunt and the hot, Texas sun. The men, whom the girl proceeded to scream at the sight of, we're both missing at least one limb, their faces beaten into swelled, bloody messes that you were sure weren't mask worthy for Thomas anymore.
Thomas moved forwards, his right foot coming out behind him to swing the door closed. As it shut, he took another step before he saw you, just as the morning light peering into the house began to fade to a dull eerie presence. Suddenly, you became the light of the house and his attention immediately went to you, his eyes wide as he noticed you. His eyes locking with yours. You felt your lips twitch upwards irresistibly as Thomas turned fully to face you, moving as if in a daze in slow steps. He hadn't seen you in what felt like forever, his tall frame blocking the struggling girl from view as she gasped in panic.
"No, no! Run!" She warned, her voice cracking frantically. She failed once more, Charlie kept a hold on her as Thomas turned towards the girl as did you. "He'll kill you! Get away from him! He killed my friends!" She shook in both rage and unfathomable fear as Thomas only continued to peer into her very soul.
But, no one moved. You stood there, your lips curving up into a small smile as you then turned back to Thomas, your husband, placing a hand on his heaving chest. He calmed considerably, turning towards you as if in question, we're you hurt by the girls words? Did you want him to kill her himself? He wouldn't hesitate and you full well knew he wouldn't, he'd do so in a heartbeat. You only giggled softly up at him, tugging at the neck of his shirt and he began to lean down towards you, understanding.
"I missed you," you breathed, before your lips collided with his, your hands cupping the back of his neck. Thomas closed his eyes against you, nearly forgetting that he still had two men in his grasp as blood dripped from his shoulders onto your bare neck and down your dress. You both pulled away as the girl gasps sharply before letting out another scream just as Charlie hauls her upwards with a laugh.
"Atta boy, Tommy!" He yells gleefully from the top of the stairs before a door is shut loudly, drowning out the girls screams of horror.
Thomas straightens, satisfied as he moans lovingly before glancing down and noting the blood running down your chest and staining the front of your dress. He knew it wasn't yours as you had no gash or cut, he knew it was due to the bloody corpses he's holding onto. But, he couldn't help the way he stared down your open top of your dress, it clung to you like a fitted blouse and accentuated your perky breasts. He felt his lower regions begin to heat up, the feeling filling him as it brought about a primal urge inside him. But, he knew there was no time for that, unfortunately, he still had to dispose of the meat.
You noticed his attention diverted and you looked down before chuckling as you noticed, "Oh gosh, I'm a mess," you joked, your hands wiping at the thick blood sliding down your neck. Thomas swallowed as you only smeared it around your neckline, his mouth opening in a low, tortured whine. You noticed and you tilted your head in confusion, "Tommy?" Oh god, even the way you said his name.
You then glanced down, the bulging tent in his pants forming agonizingly, made you bite your bottom lip before looking up at Thomas. "Hey, baby, why don't you put them downstairs," You nodded over to the corpses, your fingers tracing over his jaw as your opposite hand glides over onto his shoulder. "And then, me and you, can have alittle time to ourselves...yeah?" Your eye's sensually looked back into his, he could never say no, and why would he anyway?
He groaned needily under his breath, nodding eagerly, eliciting a pleased giggle from you as you gripped his shoulder to calm the aching sensation between your legs. You let go reluctantly as you realized you were only urging you both more, you began edging towards the stairs, "I'll wait fo--" you were interrupted by the boisterous voice of Charlie.
"Ya'll gonna have to wait a lil' longer," he shouted from the stairs, you jumped before turning to look at Charlie who stood at the top of the steps. "Tommy, you finish that meat, ya hear?" Your husband grumbled before proceeding to drag his feet towards the basement door. "And (y/n), I'm gonna need you up her', come on, darlin'." You sighed before glancing back at Thomas as he shut the door to the basement. You jogged up the steps just as Charlie open the door to the bedroom he kept the girl inside.
You winced upon stepping inside, the girl was tied up to the bed post her wrists bound and her clothing stripped from her. Only the thin sheet splayed out on the bed to keep her warm and covered. Her eyes staring up at the ceiling, most likely shaking off the feeling of having Charlie fuck her senseless, her legs rubbed together as if to gain feeling. She was gagged and only small groan's came through the cloth as she breathed and huffed against it.
You looked away as Charlie walked over to the corner of the bed, he chuckled at the girl as she edged away from him. "Ain't she a cutie?" He asked, his hand came up cupping her cheeks, squeezing hard as she whimpered. You decided to interject, placing a hand on his shoulder making him pause.
"Why am I up here? What did you want me to--" you were interrupted again as Charlie let out a low groan as he leaned down and picked up the girls pile of clothing.
"Here you are," he plopped the clothes into your hand. You raised a brow at him, "But, I didn't--" you began but, he shook his head, chuckling slightly.
"You and Tommy will enjoy it, trust me," he snickered, before the girl arched off the bed slightly, her sense regained as she began to struggle once more. "Now, get on to it. Momma said that if she doesn't get no babes by--" you blushed harshly, hissing at him and he burst out laughing.
"Charlie!"
He only proceeded to direct you out the room, with a sly wink before closing the door behind you. You frowned before looking down at the clothes and sighing before walking off and towards yours and Thomas's shared bedroom.
As you entered, you set the clothing down, picking up the first thing that caught your eye. A torn shirt, bloody, which would definitely stain, it was covered in tiny flowers. You shook your head, dropping it to the garbage bin beside the desk, you scooped up the pair of shorts the girl had come in with. The pockets were ripped and the sides were horribly sown together, it would come apart with the first yank. But, then once you set aside the shorts, you picked up the last, thin article of clothing, surprised to see what it was. Your cheeks immediately going red, gaping slightly before sighing and laughing quietly at Charlies lude sense of humour.
"Oh, gosh, Charlie," you grumbled under your breath, sighing as you pulled up the thin, lace fabric of the underwear. The places where bra padding would be placed were cut out, leaving only the straps surrounding the area and connecting the top to the bottom half. The bottom half was definetly more clothed but, cut out around the belly and sown together with lace strips, connecting to the panties which had a slit down the middle. Your ears burned as you couldn't help the small giggle as you recalled what most women did this in regards too. Either a special date night, a frisky evening, or the wedding night.
You then frowned slightly, you hadn't done anything really with Thomas during your wedding night. Well, you two took the car to the abandoned house of one of your victims, a small family of three, rude bunch. It was actually a romantic week for the both of you and you spent so much time with one another, fortunately the house was about another mile from the beach and you'd walk there every day. The town wasn't far from the little, abandoned town you and Thomas reside in, so most parts had already retreated out of the area, so it was an empty beach besides you two. Thomas had fun with you, having never been to a beach before, you both splashed around and laughed all day. At nights, and most mornings, you'd make love to one another. Releasing all the pent up sexual tension and frustration of not being able to do so before your marriage, you both spent hours in bed, but there was no baby. Not yet, anyway. You two were still trying, and Thomas wanted a baby so badly, he showed you how much almost every night.
You placed a hand on your stomach, tracing your finger around the smooth skin of your belly. You wanted a child just as badly, and you felt like you would be getting one soon. But, right now, your biggest concern was Thomas, he was so good to you, and he deserved the best. So...maybe a little present today would be a nice way to end the day, you hoped he liked it. You held the revealing lingerie to your chest for a moment thoughtfully before smiling widely.
You giggled in excitement of what the night would bring as you heard the chainsaw beneath the floorboards begin to calm.
You placed the lace undergarment on the bed before bending over and lifting the edges of your dress up and over your head. The cool air hit you and you shivered slightly, slipping off the plain, white underwear you wore underneath, you didn't bother wearing a bra anymore. Thomas found it too complicated to take off from the straps one day and you decided that you'd be fine without them. Shrugging off your tank top, you stood completely naked in the center of the room, glancing at the mirror at the other side of the room.
Then, you remembered, you still had dried blood all around your neck and chest, it was starting to smell and you grimaced. Walking over to the bathroom on the opposite side of the room, you grabbed a rag before running the water, wiping your skin clean before glancing at the messy bun you had thrown your hair into. As you tossed the rag, you reached up and pulled the ribbon from your hair, carelessly your head full of curls, rained down framing your face. Maybe Thomas would like it down? To be honest, so did you.
You then exit the bathroom, finally ready to begin your evening with your husband, you could already hear the basement door opening down the stairs. You pulled the lingerie into your hands quickly, wondering quietly to yourself, how do I even put this on?
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For once, there were no screams of horror mixed with bloody gurgling, no groan's of protest as limbs flailed, just the sound of flesh being torn and mutilated. The lack of incessant noise from his normal victims gave Thomas more time to think of you and the things he could be doing with you instead of down here with these bloody corpses. He slammed his knife down onto the limp wrist of his victim, frustrated with the burning feeling that only proceeded to take hold of him. He whined loudly, his large fist shaking as he grasped the knife handle desperately, he needed you now.
He shook his head before with a final roar, he gave in, his hand slamming down and he scoops up the limp body before lifting it up to one of the suspended hooks. The weight slammed into the sharp hook and impaled it through the back, suspending the rest of the body into the air.
He turned finally and began making his way upstairs, he opened the Basement door before closing it behind him. He passed the living room where Luda Mae and Monty sat watching their usual shows, hardly noticing the large man's footsteps behind them. However, he passed a bathroom on the way, his eyes catching the reflection of himself in the mirror, blood smeared across his shirt and face. He groaned before shaking his head as he stopped and walked back to the bathroom, he couldn't go to you looking like this. He wanted tonight to be special, you and him had hardly had enough time to spend together for the past week. The last thing he wanted was for you to be covered in dried blood as you embraced him or gave him a kiss, he'd hate himself for that.
So, he closed the door behind him and ran the water over his hands, the blood washing off from his fingers and between his nails. He took off his mask, not daring to look into the mirror, before washing off the specks of blood it carried. Placing it aside he grabbed a rag and wiped all all the blood and grime from his face before lifting his shirt over his head. It was torn and bloody, he couldn't let you see that, so he threw it into the bin at the side.
Only a plain white tshirt underneath, he opened the bathroom door, stepping out as he fixed his mask into place. At least he looked somewhat presentable now, he wished he had more more time to prepare something for you. He climbed the steps, hearing the pitiful, muffled screams of the girl in the opposite bedroom. Maybe he should've gotten some flowers, didn't men do that for women they loved, why hadn't he yet? He should do that. He just got to the door as he was about to turn around and put his thinking to action, when he heard your voice.
"Thomas," your voice beckoned him, you sang his name like a song and he found himself immediately swooning. The dull lighting in the room only set the mood, Thomas slowly moved forward pushing the door aside.
His mouth went dry in an instant, his heart thudded against his chest rapidly, his eyes widening so much that it almost hurt. His eyes locked onto you, where you were sitting on the bed, half naked and giving him a sly little smile. "I've been waiting for you," you moaned, your hand coming up to trace down your chest, which was exposed and bound by lace straps.
Suddenly, he forgot how to breath, his mouth gaping in disbelief, never having seen you in anything so revealing. He swallowed as his eye's caught sight of how the straps of the lingerie held on to your body tightly, accentuating every curve and crevice of your body. He's never seen anything so beautiful, and you were all for him. He loved how it fit around you, your perky breasts spilling out for his eye's to behold and his hands to grasp and praise. God, he could just go to his knees and worship you right there, but his urge for you had only grown and tortured him the very moment he laid eyes on you. And he couldn't wait any longer.
As if reading his mind, you stood to your feet, walking over to him and placing both of your hands against his chest. He whined against you, his hardened member pushing against the fabric of his pants. "Do you like it?" Your fingers dragged against his neckline, running down his torso and towards the bulging tent poking between your legs. He looked down at you, his breathing ragged and needy as his eye's begged you for your touch. "It's just for you." You bit you lip, smiling innocently, before pulling the collar of his shirt to which he obediently followed.
You directed him onto the bed, he plopped down his eye's never leaving yours and you grinned, leaning down as your fingers slowly began unzipping his pants. The moment you had his throbbing member free of the suffocating constriction, you cupped his neck and kissed him passionately. His hands immediately drawn to your waist, you took this as a moment to climb onto the bed and settle onto his lap. His pulsing dick moving past the slit in your lingerie and sliding into your slick opening.
You both part as he let's out a loud moan of pleasure, your body arching at the new sensation as you gasp, taking a second to get used to the feeling. His fingers dig into your thighs, delightfully surprised by your sudden movement, pleased to see the things your outfit allowed you to do.
His hand gripped the back of your thighs, his other hand rubbed your mid back, urging you to continue moving. You obliged, you hips driving upwards before setting back down, you found yourself liking the reaction it brought out of Thomas. Eliciting a whine of relief from him and a thrust of his hips upwards as you dropped your pussy onto him repetitivly. His size filled you up, leaving you breathless at each movement, "Ah, Tom-Tommy," you breathed, relishing in the feeling of your husbands member inside you.
Thomas buried his head into the crook of your neck, his right hand pulling down one of the straps in the back of your lingerie, your hips forced down from the force. Burying his length deep within you, you let out a scream as your arm's wrapped his neck instantly, your legs shaking against him as you reached an orgasm. Thomas groaned, keeping your hips down on him, the feeling of your walls clenching around him almost sent him over the edge. As soon as you began to loosen your grip, he lifted your hips upwards before bringing them down, gleeful of giving you your first orgasm of the night. Your wet pussy made his rapid movements easier and it was almost no effort on his part to direct your waist into his.
He couldn't take his eye's off of you as your eye's crossed from your ecstasy, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. You couldn't get out any words to describe how you felt, only gasped moans as your back arched from the erotic pleasure. His fingers slipped under the straps of the slit in your new lingerie, tearing it, giving him access to your dripping opening. The moment his fingers rubbed against your clit, you lost it, letting out a scream as you reached your limit. Thomas's eyes widened as the familiar, overwhelming feeling of your walls clenching against him made his dick harden. "Thomas!" You cried, he couldn't hold it any longer as your fingers came up, running through his hair and you set your pussy down one more time on him. Filling you to the brim, his tip stretching the entrance of your womb, before he exploded inside you.
Roaring out his relief as his balls emptied and pulsed within you, you shook slightly as you felt his cum entering you, your walls coated with the thick liquid. You rested your head against his chest, breathing unevenly as you held him close, taking a moment to just let you both recuperate. Thomas's arm's were wrapped around your waist, the thin straps around your body suddenly didn't sit well with him. He wanted to feel you against him, he needed to free you from these binds, he had to touch your skin. And so, he began tearing the material away, you jumped in surprise, Thomas, what are you doing?" You questioned, before yelping as he stood up, his grip on you kept you upright but he spun around and let you fall to the bed as he tore the lingerie from your body. You gasped as you went completely bare, frowning slightly, "I thought...I thought you said you liked it," you pouted, sitting up.
Thomas tilted his head in question before bringing up the torn straps of your erotic underwear, he took a moment to understand what you meant before quickly shaking his head. His hands erratically began to sign, hoping you'd catch what he was trying to say before you became upset with him.
No, you looked beautiful. I just wanted to feel you, not that. I'm sorry.
You smiled in understanding before looking up at him, you giggled and opened your arm's to him, "Oh well, I could always get another. Now come 'ere, big boy." he didn't hesitate as he crawled onto the bed next to you and wrapped his arm's around you.
You laughed gleefully against him, his chest rumbling against yours in happiness as you pressed your pink lips against his. His hands roamed your smooth skin, growling under his breath in pleasure as he found every curve and angle. His lips moved with yours, hardly realizing you had untied the straps of his mask, letting it loosen. As he pulled back, the covering of his face fell between you both, he flinched before reaching for it, recoiling from you. But, your hand only gripped his larger hand, wrapping around his fingers before bringing it up to your mouth and pressing your lips onto his palm. Looking up at his disfigured features he never understood how you could look at him without wincing once, without flinching away in disgust, without screaming. Like everyone else.
He scolded himself, mentally, you were better than them, you were better than anyone he knew. You understood him, you were patient with him, even when he couldn't be patient with himself. He knew you'd never hurt him, not like everyone else had. You're his wife. All his.
And you did smile up at him your face leaning in close to his, breathing against his torn skin, "My Tommy, my husband," you whispered, your fingers lightly grazing his cheeks bones and around his jawline. Thomas looked at you as if bewitched, unable to move, only to stare as if you weren't real, as if the moment he looked away, you'd be gone. You then looked up at him, deep into his eyes, your movement pausing as if time had stopped, and you said those beloved three words. "I love you."
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