#this is the last one i promisse

[donutsalami]

They tell they're below me, I act like I'm above.

The people blend together but I would be lost without their love.

Can you heal me? Have I gained too much?

When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch.

Is there a real me? Pop the champagne.

It hurts me to think and I don't do pain.

[creative-but-hairy-man]

Remember that one series idea I had? about the teenage Sasquatch?

I made a cover art for it!

I also copied the image and layered on top of itself and added an effect to it, so it made the colors less saturated and this kinda 90's duplicated image effect. I really liked it.

[oldmovieslover]

ok, I need to say it. It's probably not gonna make any difference, but, i'm angry and kinda sick, so, allow me. let me vent. you may disagree, that's your right. it's ok.

for the past months, I was here; I sit here and watch a ton of this fandom trying to find excuses for neil gaiman's behaviour, trying to find ways to keep watching good omens; threatning to end their lifes if it actually got cancelled.

NOW, I went on twitter and someone from the crew apparently posted something hopeful and the fandom raised the hashtag FORTERRY. THAT makes me really pissed. Because from where I'm standing, this is not about sir terry's legacy. For the past months, it never was! From where I'm stading, fans don't give a damn about sir terry's legacy.

It's about the shipping. It's about this relationship you've created with the show and, BELIEVE ME, I FUCKING GET IT! You want for this ship to get as canon as it can be. NO subtext. NO in between the lines. A BIG REUNION SCENE, WITH A KISS AND AN APOLOGIE, OR WHATEVER. You want to see david and michael one last time playing this characters. The alleged final scene on a cottage with a nightingale singing on an apple tree. THIS IS ABOUT YOUR NEED FOR CATHARSIS. It's not #forterry. It's for you! Admit it, don't be hypocritical about this.

Prachett and Gaiman discussed about an ending, but everything in the way Sir Terry aproached his work demonstrates he almost never claimed for a sequel. The ending is wonderful as it is! It was us and our need for more conclusive methods for canonizing a couple as a couple that kept bringing this up. And now those same desires are putting this show above everything else. Above accountabilty and those victims trauma.

If Neil Gaiman agreed to step away, it won't be because he's such a great guy and care for sir terry's wishes of seeing the show come to life or because he wants us to get the promissed ending. It's a PR stunt. A way to keep his ass a little covered. If the scripts are still his, he'll get payed. He'll keep profiting from this.

So, PLEASE, stop. Stop pretending it's about Sir Terry Prachett. It very much is not.

[nyx-is-missing]

Graceland too

Clarisse la rue x fem!reader (Athena's kid)

Sumarry: When a certain daughter of Athena felt unappreciated her whole life, someone was there to see her.

Warnings: Sad girl hours, shitty parenthood, hurt/comfort because im no monster and probably other things wich i forgot.

a/n: look who is back!

Demigod.

Half blood.

Half a goddess.

Half a human (?).

And yet, fully a disappointment.

When Athena sent me to my Dad's house, in a golden crib, dressed in pure white dress, glowing, how the myths would expect a demigod to be, then, and only right then i was a gift.

A piece o divine love, something to prove to him, till the end of his life, that at some point, he was good enough for a Goddess.

But days after, immediately, i was just a crying baby, hungry, with a busy father, without a mother, and that only made him remember that, that was it.

He wasnt good enough for her, she wasnt staying, she never even actually even considered, he would never have that kind of honour, only a crying baby he never expected.

I wasnt a gift anymore, it actually felt like i was a insult, everything about me started to enrage him.

And oh, how did he reminded me of that every single day of my existence.

When i got diagnosed with dyslexia all i've heard whas that Athena gave me up to him because i was defective, when i couldnt sit still during classes, and exploded with all the repression i suffered everyday, suddently i was a clock bomb, when my grades where great, i was never rewarded, it was "the least i could do, to make up for the shame that i was".

I was never loved, never wanted, never encouraged, at least not by him.

The very little love i've known in my life, i own to the people who felt pitty of me.

The teachers, the neighbours who have heard the insults, the stray animals who could sense sadness, the very old grandparents who never actually saw me more than twice a year, and the people who worked at a nerby library, who let me stay past closing time, leaving only with the cleaners.

I was 12 when he had enough and sent me to camp, literally the very day school was over.

I came home to my clothes packed and him waiting by the car keys.

Being in camp for the first time, was also the very first time in my life i have ever felt....normal.

Not good, not bad, not great, not terrible, i was one, and that was enough.

I spend that summer being quiet, i sat in the corner, i didnt spoke, i didnt interrupted, i didnt had any ideas, i wasnt good enough to do that, thats what i've been told my whole life, thats my true.

It took a whole new summer for Athena to claim me.

I have always wondered if she was fighting with herself, if she had any problems having to admit that she made a mistake, with me, or with him.

It didn't matter, for the first time i had brothers and sisters, who wanted me, who understood when i wasnt the best, who asked for my graded tests, to put up in the wall.

They understood when i was hard to crack, when i insisted in being quiet, when i wouldnt share my ideas, they understood it all.

I didn't.

Each and every new summer i spent there, all i could ask myself was:

Why could i not be great like all of them?

Why im still afraid?

Why i was still useless?

Im now sixteen and the same questions still were unanswered.

And today i felt worse than ever.

It was my birthday, and i havent got a single letter from him, nothing, nothing.

It felt like he was saying i wasnt worth anything again.

Earlier, i tried to pretend nothing was happening, smiling with my siblings, finally making plans for capture the flag, finally belonging like i promissed i would try to do that year.

My plan was used, it wasnt perfect, but it was used, and surprising myself and the other team, we won.

I could see the other team confused, and Clarisse cussing us to death.

Still i was so happy, for the first time in my life i showed myself, and i worked....partially.

The happiness of victory didnt last much in me, because i saw a new brother of mine almost bursting to tears, he was young and just got claimed a few days ago, he wasnt used to that, and he wasnt supose to get hurt, but the red that painted his arms said otherwise.

I couldnt stare at him without feeling like i failed again.

Why couldnt i be perfect for once?

I took him to infirmary and held his hand while he was getting his stiches, saying sorry all the time.

I tried thinking it was okay, people get hurt, move on.

I had diner, i took a bath, i tried to sleep, i couldnt.

The tears were falling down and i knew i wouldn't be quiet.

So i got up and walked to the cabin's porch, sitting on the last step and letting my head fall to my knees.

Why couldnt i be great?

Why couldnt i be in peace with myself?

Why couldnt my mom bless me?

Why couldnt my dad love me?

Why did he had to be so mean?

I was a kid for fucks sake.

"Are you okay?" I heard someone saying, that made me freeze, that voice was not from any of my sisters, was i crying so hard i woke up someone from other cabin?

"I- yes, sorry i didn't knew i was crying so hard to wake people from other cabins, im sorry"

"You didn't, i was sneaking out to train some more, and saw you, our cabins face each other"

That was...Clarisse?

I wiped my tears and look up, she was staring at me with a almost worried look

"Clarisse?"

"Yes, why are you crying?"

She sat down by my side, dropping a sword in the grass.

"Its nothing really, im fine, you dont need to bothe-"

"No, cut the crap" she stopped me mid sentence "no one ever weeps in the middle of the night out of happiness, you are not fine and im not letting you lie OR leave until you tell me what it is"

We stare at each other, and ill need to thank the night light being bad because i probably look like crap right now, im sure my eyes are red, my nose too, im probably with a very swollen face and id bet all the dracmas i own that my hair its no better than a nest of birds.

"Go on...tell me"

I layed myself in the stairs, looking at the sky, trying to think of a way to tell everything, without sounding crazy

"I dont deserve to be here, Clarisse."

"Here..where?"

"This cabin, i dont deserve to be called daughter of the goddess of wisdom, i dont deserve being here with them, my siblings they are great, more than good, great, they will do great things with themselfs, amazing writers, architects, brilliant musicians, historians, why am i here? Im not even good, why im with the great?"

"Wait wait wait" she made me sit down again and look at her "not even good? What are you talking about? Wasnt the strategy in the last capture the flag yours? Yall won, and if somebody asks me later i've never said this but that was good, some really good strategy, i was almost thinking of asking chiron to switch you teams, you were great, more than that, and now you're here telling me you are not egen good? Are you on drugs?"

"Clarisse you dont need to pretend you care that much, and my plan wasnt all that, my brother got hurt, that wasnt supose to happen, i failed him, if i was good enough he wouldnt even be there"

She had a very confused look on her face, like she really did not knew what i was talking about.

"You're not talking about the little boy you took to the infirmary and that small cut in his forearm are you? Cause that boy was far from almost dying like you are making it sound like-" she looked at my eyes, i didnt needed a mirror to have sure how i was, i've seen myself like that too much to count, everytime my dad said i wasnt good enough, sad, lifeless.

"I failed again Clarisse, im not good enough to be here, im useless, worthless"

She looked at me and did the last thing i tought she would, Clarisse hugged me.

"Dont say that, c'mon, worthless? I've seen you fight, i've seen your plans, you dont talk much but i've heard your ideas, you are far from being useless or worthless, who the fuck told you that?"

"My f- you heard me?" I looked at her, only to see a look i couldnt distinguish "what do you mean?"

She looked at her own feet, then at her sword, reflecting the moonlight.

"You really dont know?" She looks at me "i- well, i've heard you, the same way i see you everyday, thats how i know you like morning walks, sweet green grapes, baked goods...how i know you are probably the only child of Athena who has never read "the art of war", that you walk without looking at peoples faces....its weird, i've seen you so much throughout this years and it feels like this is the first time you are actually seeing me"

"But i've saw you before-"

"Thats not what i was saying, you looked at me many times, but did you ever saw me until today?"

I looked at her blinking, and after a moment of silent i said "you like dark chocolate, and lemon flavoured soda, and sneaking out to train when the harpies take their breaks, by the way you missed that, and you always ask for double the quantity of food you eat, so when you burn it you still can eat enough, by the way i stole that idea-"

She is smilling, big, really big, i think i am too.

Of course i saw Clarisse, who wouldnt, she was strong, brave, beautiful, to me was a wonder she didnt had people running to get her attention.

She got closer to me "does that mean i can-" i stopped her mid sentence again

"Maybe..."

"Im going to make you forget that "im not good enough" nonsense, belive me"

She is smilling while kissing me, and i am too.

[sykeboy]

AninPin Character (and dynamics?) Analysis part 2

The time has come folks

Pin and Kueshit's wedding has brought our girls to their breaking point and now is a great time to see how they are facing their biggest challenges so far

¿Remember I said I wanted to see what Anin would do when she didn't get what she wanted?

I love Anin but today she was cruel.

I agree that needing space is valid after heartbreak, however, giving Pin false hope and then kicking her while she's down was uncalled for. Pin made a choice she did not like so Anin punished her, and I can't help but compare it to aunt Patt's attitude, and the rest of the royal family's (not you Anan) attitude towards those of lower rank, however polite or harsh they might be, the message is the same: you do as I say I reward you, you don't I punish you. It's classical conditioning at play

Also the fact that Anin is standing on the stairs, making her taller than Pin while Pin literally begs her no to leave was a nice touch that keeps reminding us of the power imbalance between these two

I know I must sound like a hater right now so let's get in to the actual character analysis

In this scene both our girls are super triggered, this makes their personalities condense: get more rigid. That happens in order to give them a sense of safety in times of caos and percieved danger

Anin is confrontative, she confronted her family on the last ep, she confronted Pin on this one, and she confronted the situation about Kuea's wife. Anin takes direct action, this is the way in wich she thinks she can affect her reality. And SHE CAN DO THAT BECAUSE OF HER PRIVILEGE

Anin was not gonna leave until she had tried Every. Single. Thing. She could do in order to stop that wedding

So when Pin decided to marry Kuea, and then again today when she decided not to push back against the wedding Anin took that to heart. She is having a hard time understanding that Pin handles conflict in a different way than she does. Of couse she is heartbroken, not only is she losing the woman she loves, in some part of her brain she thinks Pin must not love her enough to take direct actions against the wedding like she does. She sees Pin's sacrifice as her giving up their love so she's sad and angry (she's also not used to losing)

Now let's do Pin

Pin has serious abandonment trauma, wich started after her parents deaths

When Anin came in to her life she was like a lifeline, promissing to always be by her side, so this scene was particularly hard to watch for me

Again, Pin is super triggered, Anin leaving feels like a huge threat to her. We see Anin has a big safety net, people who care for her. But Pin has none (maybe Prik)

So Pin does what she knows best, she lowers her head, apologises, tries to please as she can, she flagellates herself (she knows Anin is punishing her so she helps her), she says she is disgusted by herself because she chose to marry Kuea, but there is simply no way out of this for her

This frustrates Anin, cause Pin's obedience is affecting her directly, and she cannot actually understand the crossroads Pin is at right now, try as she might, she simply can't

Here Pin explains her line of thought very well, she feels powerless and the only way she knows how to affect her reality is by surrendering to what she thinks is inevitable (and she's not far from reality) this surrender can give her some solace, she has learned that she is helpless so why fight when you can't win

And again she self-flagellates for inflicting pain on Anin (or anyone at that), which is comonly thaught to us women and we see it again on today's episode when Kuea's wife says she does't wanna "ruin his future" by exposing his wrong doings

Still Anin can't understand Pin's choices cause their experiences are way too different and Anin has fought right? So why wouldn't Pin fight for their love as well?

So she takes action, she takes off her ring and lets it fall to the ground, she leaves

And this picture right here reminds me of:

Pin is yet again left to face the storm all alone

[dianagj-art]

These guys keep poping on my pc's wallpaper and bringing me inmese joy and I belive I've never posted them before?

Long-ish rant baout them under the cut<3

So, last year I went to Mexico City and took a trip around Xochimilco for the first time, had an amaxing time, creeped out my mom and her friends because I instisted on going to la isla de las muñecas and they hated it there

(I mean, it was kinds creepy but I didn't really feel any bad vibes in there, I honestly thought I was gonna get kind of scared going in but no, I even asked the doll a favor and left her money and a promisse to go visit again and leave a doll on the island if it fulfills the favor, still hasn't happened but I have hopes)

Anyways after creeping out my mom's friends and impressing the guy rowing the trajinera by knowing the legend of la isla de las muñecas so well, we stoped by the ajolotario (where they have the axolotls!)

I bought a stuffed keychain axolot for one of my brother because it's his favorite animal, then I also ended up picking one for me and my other brother, so they are a whole set! and they are siblings just like us! They even match!

My brothers loved them and carry them in their backpacks all the time, and I ended up drawing them/us and making a version with the clothes I tend to draw us with and the accent colors to match our favorite colors

[minzart]

Last ones I promisse they surpassed tumblers 10 image limit

[yannaryartside]

Carmy has been a victim of gaslight his whole life

gifs by @robertacolndrez

So, the definition of gaslight, according to this site, is:

 "Psychological manipulation of a person usually over an extended period of time that causes the victim to question the validity of their own thoughts, perception of reality, or memories and typically leads to confusion, loss of confidence and self-esteem, uncertainty of one's emotional or mental stability, and a dependency on the perpetrator."

According to Forbes Health, this are some of the things you experience when you are being constantly gaslighted.

Anxiety

Depression

Disorientation

Lowered self-esteem

Post-traumatic stress disorder

A hyperbolized fear of danger, known as hypervigilance

I want to zoom off that last one; remember when Carmy told in the group sharing session that he had to remember himself that the world was not falling? That he had to remember himself to breathe?

If we take "Fishes" as a basis to understand the family dynamics as they grow up (and I think we should), then we can get a pretty good idea of how much Carmy's feelings and thoughts were discredited growing up.

When he speaks up about how much shit they are giving him about his profession, Donna and Mickey attack him in the group to make them say "I love you," basically telling him that it doesn't matter that they make him feel like shit; Carmy is supposed to love them no matter what. I assume this is the answer he got every time he spoke up about boundaries being crossed, or maybe he was just so intimidated by his much larger and loud older brother or his aggressive mother. We can get traces of this trauma every time he gets insulted to his face in the show; it was so bad that it was Pete of all people who had to defend him (it is very telling that is Pete because to everyone else, insulting Carmy and him having to just take it seem to be a normal occurrence, Donna made it that way). It was the only way to keep the peace and the family functioning. Clining to the love he could take in the "good moments."

Here are some ways the most important people of his life had gaslight Carmy:

Donna seems to have a preference for Mickey over Carmy, a preference he is aware of but never understands why. Donna will throw "forks" of random aggression at Carmen, and he can never fight back. As a child, he was forced to think there was something wrong with him because that is the way a kid's mind works.

Mickey lied to him about why he cast him out and hid his addiction. Ignored Carmy's calls and then acted like Carmy (who was alone in a different city and in a very mentally aggressive industry) was making a big deal about it. Carmy wanted support, and Mickey (probably the only real parent figure he ever had) was making him feel shit about it.

gifs by @thoughtfulchaos773

When he confronted it about it, Carmy couldn't even look his brother in the face; that is how much deep down Carmy was intimidated by him. Mickey also never gave him a final answer about their dream restaurant. With time, the breach between the brothers got so big that the only call he ever received about Mickey was to inform him of his death.

gifs by @espumado

Richie, Mickey, and others started to tell him about who he should date. It seems like they still intend to make decisions for him on that front. (Fuck Fak and Richie). They knew Carmys had a crush on Claire at some point and were weaponizing his emotions; Mickey probably did it to compensate for how much of a shy brother he had been. It is possible they ver wanted Claire for themselves.

And then, you have Claire, that absolute promisse of uncomplicated love and affection. She doesn't necessarily gaslight Carmy, but she definitely has infantilized him in a couple of instances. Aka, this post.

That kind of game from Claire, suggesting to somebody else what they should think or say, is not acceptable either. When a person does that, they are aware they are doing it; it doesn't matter if they think it is harmless or not. Toxic behavior and ignoring boundaries don't stop being toxic because you have love/affection for the other person.

The fact that a victim of gaslight like Carmy is accepting this treatment, a person who had to go with what people wanted from him his whole life, feeling he had to adapt to receive love, because otherwise there was something wrong with him (Donna), makes it all worse. Carmy has associated (subconsciously) accepting insulting scenarios as part of a relationship with a loved one. With Claire, he accepts being infantilized and guided into saying the things she wants him to say. Yikes all around. I am not saying Claire is or would abuse Carmy, but this dynamic's undertone is not pretty.

I hate to end this on a shipper note, but for me, this all goes back to Sydney. Since the beginning, Syd is the only person who has established clear intentions with him and followed through with them. She does it when she says she wants something or will do something. Why does this "best friend" woman seem to have a less toxic approach to their relationship than his own girlfriend? That shit cannot be unintentional. Camy and Syd established in s2 that they could argue while recognizing their responsibility for the argument. No antagonizing, no lies, no manipulation.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

An Epic!AU where instead of ignoring the Telegony we shape it into a terrible tragedy.

Or where Odysseus chooses to save Astanayx and raise him as his own.

In a decision he knew he would one day regret Odysseus promisses he will one day tell the boy his origins - before Zeus can - and if need be convince the boy to kill only him and not Ithaca (as he would by that time had spend his final years with his wife and son). And to ensure he would keep it he named the boy Telegonus (meaning "born away"), so one day the kid would ask about his name and that would be the day Odysseus would tell him the (probably watered down and very "it was all Paris fault") truth .

Except as their journey became more and more dangerous and more and more man died it became clear that the boat was not a good place to raise a child. The boy, it apparead would die anyway. And Odysseus would not anger Zeus for nothing. So he left the child at the first safe place: at Circe's hands.

Raised by Circe, Telegonus never discovers the truth of his past, he dreams with a voice that tells him to find his true origin, but Circe lies (or maybe tells her truth), and sends him to find Odysseus, the father of his early memories.

But when he steps on Ithaca he is driven into a mad frenezy by Zeus that only stops when he kills Odysseus. The rest of the story is Telegonus trying to redeem himself but also understand what happened and why.

Telemachus joins him, as it was Odysseus last wishes and the two part on a journey that involves meeting a lot of figures from the Troyan war. (My Telemachus X Neoptolemus [and Telemachus X Nausicaa maybe] agenda that no one else has because why would they figures right about here in my head along with Astanayx meeting Andromache cause Andromache deserves some happiness)

Penelope and Circe also met at some point.

There is no Penelope x Telegonus/Circe x Telemachus because I hate it.

[faghubby]

Pretty husband

"What are you doing?" My wife Jen screamed. I jumped up I had not heard her come home. I was laying on the bed wearing the lingerie I had bought for her last Valentine's day. Jen had worn it only once. I had worn it many times since. The red corset with matching sheer thong. I had ruined the matching stockings but still loved wearing them. I tried to cover myself as I noticed Jen taking pics with her phone.

"Jen I can explain" I wimpered.

"I am sure you can try but this seems self explanatory" Jen told me. She turned and stormed out of the house. Although I was terrified of what she would do. My dick was harder then I could ever remember I quickly masterbated then got changed back to my normal clothes. I tried to call and text Jen but got no response of any kind. I finally fell asleep with no word from Jen.

Jen returned at 10am the next morning. She marched right past me to the bedroom. I jumped up and rushed after her. She was getting undressed when I walked in.

"Beth helped me find your online persona" Jen informed me. I panicked as she continued

"female led marriage "? She smiled as she removed her panties she was now naked as she laid on the bed. She spread her legs.

"Well get to it" she said plainly. I crawled between her legs. I saw dried cum mashed into her hair. I lifted my head and went to say something

"Don't! You know you want it" Jen told me. "Or should I just send everyone the pics of you all dressed up with your little pee pee all excited. I just swallowed hard and licked her pussy. I could taste the salty load of some man as it started to leak form her.

"I learned alot about what you want" Jen said. "Cuckolding can be crossed off your list. Don't worry it won't be the last time " she held my head down as I licked her used pussy. I didn't stop until she came on my tounge.

"Paul things are going to change around here" Jen told me as she laid on the bed naked.

"I can't talk to you like this. Strip" she ordered.

"Jen we can talk, I can explain" I begged.

"PAUL GET NAKED!" Jen said with a raised voice. I quickly stripped.

"No panties" Jen sounded disappointed.

"now since i am revoking your rights in this marriage" Jen stated.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Do not interrupt me" Jen said annoyed. As she got up and put on a robe. I fell silent

"Now I am taking full control of this marriage. You may give your opinion if I ask for it. But I will decide alone what actions we will take.

"In addition since you like acting all girlie, you will start today. No more sneaking around touching my things. You will wear your pretty things all the time. And shave those legs so you don't look ridiculous" Jen told me."

"Jen I can't" I started she walked over and smacked me across the face.

"Don't deny this is what you truly want. I have scene your Tumblr. Pinintrest and even your Femlife dating app" Jen told me. "This will also stop. You will not post things or look at inappropriate things online without my approval" Jen informed me.

"You won't have to worry about not satisfying me sexually any more either. As I said before I will cuckold you. Find real men to please me." Jen stood behind me her hand slid across my ass. "But I don't want you touching yourself without my promission either"

"Now, I want you completely free of body hair. The mustache goes as well. Only hair better be one the top of your head" Jen told me. She smacked my ass.

"Get to it" she commanded. I went to the bathroom and filled the tub. I wasn't sure where to start so I started with my face. Then attempted my legs. My penis was hard the whole time. This task was alot harder then I thought it would be. I had been at it for over an hour when Jen walked in.

"Jen I can't reach" I started. Jen went under her sink and pulled out a bottle of nair and a long handled applicator she used for lotion. And handed it to me.

"You will put this on when you finish" she told me touching a pile of clothes. Then leaving me alone again. I read the instructions and used it also to touch up any areas I had missed with the razor. As I waited I looked thru the clothes Jen had left. There was a babu blue thong with a dark blue lace sports bra looking thing. The slacks and shirt seemed to be mine. She also had left a pair of her pink socks. I rinsed off watching the last of my bodybhair gather around the drain. Then got dressed. The bra was easily seen thru the white thin shirt. I came out of the bathroom.

"Do you feel pretty?" Jen asked.

"Yes" I mumbled unable to look at her. The thong unable to hold my erection.

"Good that way you will always remember your place" she told me.

"I expect you to do the womanly duties around here from now on" Jen told me. I was a bit confused by what she meant we had never been a couple that dealt in such roles.

"You will behave as if you are a 1940s wife. All household duties are yours to forfil" Jen informed me. "Don't worry about things that are to manly. I will find someone to help you with them. She walked away. Without another word. I thought about what she had said and seeing dishes in the sink. I went to clean them.

"It's late I will order up some lunch" Jen announced she didn't ask what I would like. About half an hour later the doorbell rang.

"Paulie answer the door" Jen called out. I went to answer aware my bra was on display as well as my pink socks. I hesitated by the door bell rang again. I could see Jen was getting annoyed. I answered the door the young man looked confused but didn't say anything. Jen had paid all i had to do was sign.

She had gotten me a salad and flavored water. So I could watch my girlie figure.

"I have ordered you all new panties. So you don't have to wear mine" Jen told me as we sat and ate. I watched as she ate a burger from my favorite restaurant while I ate my salad.

"A good house wife spends most of their time making sure the house is clean and orderly. I expect you to learn and self motivated yourself to do just that. You will have to pay close attention on laundry. Separate things handwash and such" Jen told me. I worked and with Jen permission I used the internet to learn how to do housework. I worked till about 9pm. Rarely seeing Jen although she was home.

"Bedtime" Jen informed me "now go get ready."

As I brushed my teeth. Jen came in. "You will have to learn a night time routine. Face care, hair, lotion you do want to be soft don't you?" Jen informed me.

"I understand" I said softly. She gave me about a half hour then called me to the bedroom. She handed me a satin nightgown. I changed leaving the my panties. Jen still fully dressed tucked me in.

"Your clitty is still hard, you been excited all day" Jen teased.

"Yes" was all I could manage as her hand slid under the covers. She pulled them back her hands ran down my smooth stomach and hips. She spread my legs but was careful not to touch my erection.

"Roll on your side" she told me she positioned me with my ass towards her my one leg bent her hand slid over my ass crack.

"Have you ever played with your sissy hole?" She asked

"A finger" I mumbled as I answered she applied lube to my hole then worked her finger in.

"My pretty husband likes when I play with you, don't you?" Jen asked.

"Rub yourself, don't jerk just rub" Jen told me as she fingered my ass. Pushing a second finger up my ass.

"Chuck fucked me last night, did you like eating your friends cum out of my dirty cumt?" Jen told me. Chuck was one of my closest friends.

"I showed him the pics of my pretty husband and begged him to fuck me. Since I needed a real man. He has a lovely cock, did you know?" Jen continued. I came in my nightie. Jen removed her fingers and tucked me back into bed.

"Goodnight baby" she said kissing me on the forehead and turning out the light. I layed in bed sticky my mind wondering what else Jen would make me do. Sleep didn't come quickly but I didn't dare to turn on the light or change my clothes. I finally fell asleep before Jen came to bed.

[stromuprisahat]

Alina fails to establish herself as a leader worth following

Siege and Storm- Chapter 13

Why would he? You're just some nobody deserter, who waltzed in as if she owned the place. Last they saw you, you were about to enter and destroy the Fold, then their leader's gone and hunted, more of their people murdered or forced to flee and they're kept hostage in their own home.

Alina headed from Grand Palace directly to Little Palace. Remaining Second Army Grisha are good as prisoners. How would they know they're supposed to kiss her ass now?!

I'm sorry, but did Alina forget to mention different tone of Sergei's question? Because this here reads like mere inquiry of a person trying to get a grasp on situation they're all in.

But of course, Alina's expecting a conflict, so that's what she'll get one way or another.

Touché!

Why is a teen boy with unfinished officer training the most reasonable person in the room? Sure, he counts as an adult, but there are older people with less sense. And apparently he anticipated Alina's new position. If that doesn't spell promissing higher-ranking soldier, I don't know what would.

That's a perfectly good question, Alina.

Either she's forgetting to mention his tone again, or she's hellbent on seeing Sergei as some annoying pest, who deserves to be disregarded.

Sergei has a point once again. I'm beginning to see why he trained for a higher position.

Alina cannot stand being challenged (Now, that it's finally happening.). Instead of soothing their well-funded fears, she's getting angry. And something tells me she's not a person with a firm grip on her emotions...

Again, Alina's pretty focused on viewing Sergei unfavourably.

... and Alina confirms she's completely unfit for the position, if her reaction to challenge is immediately aggression.

She should've answered Sergei's initial questions, soothe his worries, address his pretty fair points- that's what a leader does. It shouldn't come to shouting, AND she should've kept her barking dogs on a leash. THEY'RE HER GUARDS, NOT SPOKESPEOPLE! If she cannot control three guards and possible deserter, how can she expect obedience of a large group of justifiably scared and confused people?!

Words, words, words.

A girl, who just almost killed the lot of them claims their life-long protector's evil, and only SHE can attest to it. Of course they'll follow her now. You don't argue with a psychopath. You don't try to convict a violent madman of their delusion. Certainly not when they're holding a knife.

(For someone, who insists the Darkling ruled through fear, she sure makes a show of avoiding "his" methods.)

What about starting with "The Darkling used the Fold to destroy Novokribirsk."? Power means nothing, if used incompetently.

... or I will have you in chains. Honest at last!

I am a soldier. Since when?! LOL

And how does that have anything to do with the obedience she requires from them?!

Chance makes it sound as if Alina were their saviour. Sure, she believes it, but considering her demonstration a moment ago and the rest of her speech, "option" would be more fitting.

It's understandable Alina's emotional! She almost ~murdered~ someone!

Yeah, but if she wants to lead, she'll have to learn to FACE her fuck ups, not run blindly from them, leaving others to fend for themselves and deal with the consequences...

... and that's almost untrained Alina with two amplifiers and a few dozens disobedient minions.

Now make it three and a whole country. I'm sure she'd make much better ruler than the Darkling could ever hope to become. Kind and peaceful...

On the other hand, it would be amusing to watch from safe distance.

[kenmjiro]

Secrets after class

¡Teacher!Rick Grimes(Aus) x ¡student! fem reader

inspiration: Secrets after class by comino inc.

Summary: you find your teacher sleeping peacefully in his office. While you wait you stumble upon a manuscript. A manuscript where the writing style seems awfully familiar...

TWS: Dramas, age gap, provocation,suspense, Romantinc comedy, Schoollife, Taboo, HighSchool

love is one of those thing that people can't really control.

One day you meet someone and the next you are hit with the realization that you are in love with them.

Being in love is a wonderful thing;however,what do you do if you fall in love with someone who is off limits to you?

I'm a book loving Junior in High School.

my love for books led me to join the Literature Club. The club is of course the best thing ever! It's full of exciting adventure,dreams,books,smiles! It just lacks one thing ...members. Yeah, sadly there are only two members in the club. My teacher and myself. But this year, I will changer that!

Have l mentioned that l'm head over heels in love with my teacher?

Moving right along! New year, new style!

“That's all for today, class. Be careful on your way homer everyone!” hearing my home room teacher's dismissal, l shot up from my desk.

“I have a meeting with the Literature Club today so l got to got” l thought as ready to leave, they give mee a slight touch on the shoulder

“Y/N”

“Whoa, maggie, what's up?” lt's my childhood friend Maggie Greene. We've been in the same classes since Kindergarten.

l have few friends, but she is one who truly gets me and is also a total bookworm. She is like the sister l never had. “Lemme guess, club meeting?”

“Yup! Today, l'm going to get permission to recruit new members!”

“Oh, that's right, you gotta have permission now because of that one incident, huh?”

Scrunching up my face, l nodded bitterly. “Yeah, unfortunately.”

*Sigh* “That teacher is unexpectedly tough, given his sweet appearance.”

“lt just didn't end well last time... However!Today is the day that l will get permission!” Speak decisively.

“ohhhh...well...l guess, you cant't come then.” Maggie shoulders drop.

“Huh? Come where?” l frowned.

“They cancelled basketball practice because they are using the gym for something else. So l wanted us to go to the bookstore with glen.” Glen is another classmate and childhood friend. the three of us are often together.

Glen and Maggie are couple.

They often worry that l'll be left by myself so they invite me along to wherever they go. But l am fine not joining them since l always feel like the third wheel.

“Nah, l'm good. You go ahead.”

“Wait, why? l need you go to with. You chose a great book for me last time. l want you to choose another one for me! so you really can't” Maggie dipped her head and stared up at me with big puppy eyes.

“That doesn't work on me anymore, nice try though.” Maggie puppy eyes turned into a full on pout.

“l ready promissed my teacher that l'd show at the meet today. l can't just ditch las minute.”“Besides, l want to get permission to recruit new members as soon as possible.” l thought as l bit my lower lip and looked at maggie back.

l don't know how long it is going to take to convince the teacher to get that magic ticket. So, it's a no from me dawg. But have fun with Glen”

“You know... l had hoped to hear about Andrew Lincoln's work from you today...”

“Staaaph! You know Andrew lincoln is my favorite author!”

“Ok,ok. But next time will you go with?” Maggie looked serious waiting for an affirmative answer.

“Yes! l promise.”

“Alright! l'm gonna hold you to that!”

“l won't let you down! For now, l have to go convince this teacher!

“Haha,good luck!”

With a last wave at maggie, l took off for the language department where my teacher was expecting me.

*knock knock*

“Huh? What's going on?” l stand with my hand still in the air after knocking the door. “l thought l told the teacher that l was coming today” l knocked on the office door again, but there still was no response.

“whats should l do?.... should l go inside” The teacher has never been late before. l wonder if something happened to him.

“Well, if anything, if he's not there, l can check the teacher's lounge. if the door is unlocked l can just wait in here.” l carefully opened the door

“Hello? mr. grimes?” The room was fairly dark, so l turned on the lights. That's when l saw a person slouched in chair at the back of the room

lt is my language teacher, Rick Grimes. He is also an advisor and a member of the Literature Club to which l belong. “Um... teacher rick?”

“ls he sleeping? During school hours?” Looks like he's asleep. “Wow, he looks completely out of it” Seeing his sleeping face, only one thought occurs to me: this is a side of him l never get to see.

“His skin is so fair and his eyelashes so long, He looks so peaceful. He's always calm and smiling. No wonder he's so popular with the ladies.”

But it's not just his looks that makes him popular. He is also an amazing teacher and cares for his students. lt's amusing though, before class starts, you always see all the girls batting their eyelashes at him. Heh

l really shouldn't be talking though...

.... Because l like him too.

l might even go so far as to say it was love at first sight.

l remember the day when l first requested to join the Literature Club. l looked up and saw his sweet smile. His first words were, “Thank you for coming, l'm happy you are here.”

“...Of course my teache does not know about my crush.” Since l'm a student, l need to make sure l keep these felings in check. “l don't want to cause any problems.”

l sat down in a chair across from a sleeping Rick. “He's sleeping so soundly, it doesn't look like he's going to wake up any time soon.”

“Hm... what should l do?”... “Since he's sleeping so well, l guess l'll let him be and just hang out a while.” “ln the meantime, l can think of how to persuade mr. grimes and how to recruit new members!”

“Actually lemma write the ideas down.” As l'm reaching for my bag, something catches my eye. A stack of papers is randomly placed on my teacher's desk.

lt seemed to be a manuscript of some sort that belonged to my teacher, given that the handwriting was similar. “ls this novel professor wrote... l didn't know he whote novels”

“l want to take a peek, but l really shouldn't read it without permission...But...just a teensy tiny peek shouldn't hurt, right? Just a page or two? l glance over at rick. He is still sleeping soundly.

“...Dear literary gods, please don't strike me down for being unable to contain my curiosity. Teach, forgive me, l just must know!” As l prayed for forgiveness from every deity, l picked up the manuscript.

The shorts story written from a male perspective was about 4000- characters long and spanned about 10 sheets. l of course read the entire thing in one go. “Did he write this”

Suddenly, l saw a movement in the comer of my eye.

“Ahem...”

The manuscript was lifted out of my hand. when l looked up, l saw that Rick had woken up at some point.

“Y/n, well, what's going on here? Do you always go around reading other people's private work... Perhaps l shouldn't have left it out in the open, but that's besides the point. ”

“l'm sorry. That was really rude of me.” As l apologized l was still staring at the manuscript that my teache was holding. “Not to impose even more, but can l,um, ask you about that? Did you write that?

“I did...-

“Sr. rick! lt' s phenomenal!!

“Wha-?”

Excited l stepped up to mi teacher “The world is so enveloping and you can feel the anguish and pain of the protagonist! It's written absolutely beautiful way” “the writing style resembles my favorite author, Andrew Lincoln, in every way!

Andrew Lincoln is a romance novelist who is very popular among the younger generation. He mainly writes young adult romance novels from a male perspective. Many of his works are very emotional and sad.

“On, that's right, you are a fan of Lincoln” l excitedly clapped my hands in front of me and rapidly nodded my head.

“Yes!!! A thousand times yes! l absolutely love that author! His work is incredible and has me in tears every time! l also love the fact that everything surrounding him is so mysterious. There is nothing about author himself anywhere. All we know is that he writes beautiful novels.”

“l see...” Whenever Lincoln is mentioned, Rick doesn't show much enthusiasm.

“Sr. rick, do you not care for this author? Whenever he is mentioned you seem very uninterested.”

“Ah, l'm sorry. l didn't mean to give off that impression.” Rick put the manuscript away in his desk drawer and turned to look at me. “ By the way, wasn't there something you wanted to discuss”

“Oh! Right! Right! l came to get permission!

“ls it for recruiting new members?”

“Yes!!!” nod frantically.

Rick sighed and nodded. “We discussed this before, but l will remind you that l will only accept motivated and interested students. l do not want the Literature club to become a ''Resume filler'' or hangout for unsavory people.”

“l know, l know, that's why l'm here to talk about that”sighed and nodded

“lt's not going to be easy to convince me.”

“But if we don't recruit more members the club will go extinct.”

“l understand this, but it is still better than having students not take it seriously.”

“Well, if you say so...

The teacher's words reminded me of the incident that happened previously.

Soon it was only teacher and myself.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop

“l just want to have a few more members and be able to advertise for the club”

“Y/N, l think just the two of us are perfectly fine. We don't need a lot of members to make the club interesting. Don't you think so?”

“lt's not that...”

In fact l love having Rick all to myself.

We haves so much fun every meeting that l look forward to them. But l wanted new members as much as l wanted to spend time alone with rick.

Because... “l really want other people to talk to about the books l read. l want someone who love Andrew Lincoln's work as much as l do and is enthusiastic about discussing it!”

Reading is something you do on your own, but discussion about a book is something that requires other people. l enjoyed talking to my peers about the books l read.

Of course l can talk to Rick but it's different. with him, we can discuss everything BUT Andrew Lincoln's work. And that is something l really, really want to discuss with others.

Since rick isn't interested in Lincoln's work, there is no point talking to him about it. “So l really want new members!”

“l see. l didn't realize how much you wanted to have more students in the club.” Rick sat deep in thought looking at me.

“l think l almost have him. Just a little more persuasion...” l was ready to fire off another reason as to why we need new members when..

Ding! Ding!

“ Rick Grimes, you have a phone call, please come to the staff office.” Rick was called over the school intercom, which effectively ended our conversation.

“alright. l understand why you wish to have new members. Let us think of ways to recruit members who are enthusiastic. l need to take this phone call. l will be right back.” With a smile, Rick took off.

“Great! looks like l got through to him, but damn that interruption!” “It's a step in the right direction though! Well, while he is taking his phone call,l'll just wait there for him to get back.” While waiting, l decide to take a look around the room.

A large bookshelf stood against the wall. lt was overfilled with books. There were so many in fact, that they were stacked in front of other books in little towers.“ The departament buys so many books that they are running out of room to store them”

Looking around a bit more it occurs to me that rick is not very tidy“ perhaps professor is just too busy to take the time and straighten up”

Since we use this as a club meeting room, l also tidy up every so often, but since it is the teacher's office, l can't straighten up and throw out stuff as much as l want. “Well, l guess for now l can get rind of this... Why is there a big cardboard box blocking the entrance anyway? lsn't some this some sort of fire code violation?”

l try to pick up the box, which is full of envelopes and documents. lt is much heavier than l had expected. “Good grief, what is in this thing?” l manage to lift the box into the air, but as soon as l did several envelopes that were on top crashed to the floor. “Ah crap“

One envelope wasn't properly sealed and the contents spilled all over the floor. “Crap,crap,crap!! What if this is some super duper important doc and l just got all the pages mixed up! I'm like so dead!”

“Huh? What is this” l took a closer look at the scattered documents. The handwriting seemed familiar. There was no doubt that these documents were written by Rick. “Oh! rick, did you actually write a full length novel?!”

l had just read a short story earlier that was written by my teache. l absolutely loved it. Needless to say l was dying to read this!

“Ugh.. but the JUST scolded me for reading his papers without permission. l would feel violated if someone did this to me so l'm going to go ahead and put this back. Alright, in you go buddy!” As l was sliding the manuscript into the envelope the author's name sprung out at me.

“What the hell? Andrew Lincoln? l slid the manuscript back out of the envelope and quickly flipped through the pages. The handwriting was all the same. “No way...” A million thoughts went through my head all at once.

Nobody knows anything about Lincoln's private life or where he is based out of. why is one of this manuscripts here?. There has to be logical explanation. “ Is my teache--

“What are you doing y/n”

“AHHH!!”

l was so shocked at reading my favorite author's name that l didn't hear the door open behind me. When l turned around l saw Rick stantiong at the door with a faint smile on this face.

l felt like a hundred flashing neon arrows were pointing at me blinking “GUITY!”“GUILTY”.

How the hell was l going to explain myself out of this one? Rick stepped in front of me, l made a desperate attempt as l turned to face my teache.

“Uh... h-hi! Um... you see, what had happened was. l was trying to clean and the box tumbled and spilled the manuscript everywhere... l'm sorry. l tried to collect it all...”

“And then?” Rick looked at me in a serene but threatening way.

“Then?”

“What did you see?” My teache closed the door and stepped in front of me.

“See? what did l see?” l stepped back instinctively as Rick comer closer.

“y/n, please be honest, what did you see?

“Well... the manuscript... the name... Er.. well... could.. you.. maybe be the novelist Andrew Lincoln?”

“......” The silence felt endless and l quickly regretted blurting out that assumption.

A thought occurred to me..l have been fawning over Andrew Lincoln to my teache for how long now? l practically confessed my love for him in front of my teache. l spilled everything from how much l love Lincoln's work, how much it makes me cry, how my heart absolutely longs for him.

lt is stuff would absolutely never ever tell the actual author himself “But... l mean that'd be ridiculous, right? Him being Andrew Lincoln... At least l really hope it's not him... l would be mortifiel and could neve show my face at his school again.”

l swallowed thickly and meekly looked up at Rick who was staring intensely at me. my teacher's demeanor had completely changed.

“Hmmm....” Rick let out a small sigh which made my bangs ruffle.

as l loocked at my teacher through my bangs, it occured to me that he was acting completely different front usual. “What if was Andrew Lincoln? What would you do then?”

Rick tone changed. He no longer presented himself like my teacher. lt was more of a predator having trapped its prey.“l...l don't know if l would... believe that.”

“Ah.. Well you see... l am Andrew Lincoln”

“No... way...” He stared at me.

“Why would l lie to you, you're holding the proof right in your hand.” l glanced at the manuscript in my hand.

“Whoa!”

l'm so aghast that my hand involuntarily loosens around the manuscript. Rick grabs my hand. “Don't drop that. lt still needs to be delivered to the publisher today.” l nod like l'm on autopilot. “Well then, y/n”

“U-um...yes?”

Rick steps closer towards me. l instinctively step back, but my back hits upon a solid surface. l forgot the bookshelf was right behind me.

my teacher takes another step towards me. “What's happening?”

l glance at the door and make a movement towards it. Suddenly Rick arm is in my line of sight. He has trapped me between himself and the bookshelf. “Not so fast, y/n. So... the teacher you admire and novelist you worship are the same persona... what are you going to do now?

l look up at my teacher who has an imperious smile on his face

My day started so ordinary.....

what have l gotten myselft into?!?

part 2???

[lolitastories]

GHOST

Chapter 19

I can feel it in my bones that it was too early. It should be illegal to wake up this early. Those animals out there should have a shut off button or atleast be gracicious enough to let me sleep until the afternoon. “Javi?” I looked over hoping to snuggle into him for some warmth but his side of the bed was cold. The bathroom door is wide open with the lights turned off. I look over to the balcony and find him leaning against the railings and of course, with a cigarette in hand. I get up throwing on my clothes quickly on knowing it was colder in the mornings. “Have you ever tried quitting?” He turns with a smile and a shake of his head follows.

“Goodmorning sunshine” He pulls me against him giving me a side hug. I snuggle up against him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Does it bother you?” He simply asks after placing a kiss on my head.

“Yes. It's a love and hate thing. Everytime I smell it, it reminds me of my father or the fairs in my childhood” It probably wasn’t good inhaling or loving the smell but whatever. “He never smoked infront of us but the smell always lingered, even after a shower” I feel Javiers tighten. “Although I wouldn’t see it I knew he would smoke atleast 2 everyday and so sometimes hearing my mother argue about how it wasn’t good for your health well,” That meant I could have a short time with my father. “I couldn’t say anything to him, thankfully he is still alive and well” I didn’t see Javier dispose of the cigarette but I knew he didn’t have it in hand when both hands moved to cup my face.

“This will be my last one” He places a small kiss on my lips.

“Javier I didn’t-”

“I know” He gives me another kiss. I couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Mi princesa shouldn’t have to ask” I roll my eyes with a laugh.

“That's so stupid” I hit his chest jokenly.

“It's not stupid” He pulls me closer to my face. “Either way I was planning to quit” His face inches closer, hovering over mine. “You were my incentive”

“Yeah?” I whisper, holding on to his shirt.

“Mhm” He nods. We probably looked stupid with a grin on our face looking at eachother in such a way.

“How about we play a game” I pull my face an inch away so I don’t get tempted to just give into those brown puppy dog eyes. I move my hands and down his chest.

“Listening” He smiles.

“If I smell a cigarette on you,” I pause as one hand makes its way under his shirt. “If I see you with one,” The other hand moves under. “If I see you near one,” I unbuckle his belt. His grasp on my face loosened. “If I hear you snuck one,” His belt loose and his zipper down I sneak my hand in.

“Fuck” He hissed. His head falls against my shoulder. His body twisted a bit to cover my actions from who? I don’t know, it was an empty field with animals. My hand starts to tease his tip already spilling with precum. His hand grip my hips pulling me closer.

“No more fun time” He quiets his moan as my grip lowers. “No more kisses” His whines sounded like he was a teenager getting touched for the first time. Like he didn’t wet his dick less than 12 hours ago. “But if you hold out” My hands come out and I lick my palm going straight back to give him attention.

“y/n” His voice low, barely above a whisper. I cradle his head with my other hand, playing with his hair in the process. My hands moving with speed his pants allowed me to, but it seemed to be enough for Javier.

“You don’t even have to ask for my promission” He grunts. His grip on my hips trying to crush me. I knew I was teasing him but I wasn’t joking. I would allow Javier to do unimaginable things to me whenever he wanted to but that's because I trust him and he would never do anything I wouldn’t be okay with. My hands speed up. His pants against my ear.

“I don’t want to cum in my jeans like a 14 year old kid” He kisses my neck. “I want to know what your tongue feels like choking on my cock” He made my knees buckle in 2 seconds. He continued to kiss me but his breath got caught when I felt him twitch in my hand. “No wait” He groans. I smile, pulling him into a kiss. He desperately held on to me, pouring all his noises into my mouth.

“Javier?” Our bodies move away in a hurry. Thankfully like I said, his body covered our actions. If people were looking up to the balcony they would see just two people kissing with their hands wrapped around eachother. I hear Javier clear his throat and I could start feeling my cheeks turn red. I look over and see an older guy.

“Goodmorning Pops” Javiers looks over to me and smiles. “This is y/n” He says softly. I wave over.

“Nice to meet you” A big smile appears on his face from down below.

“Canijo” The older gentleman whispers, shaking his head. “Nice to meet you mija” He sends a smile before looking over to Javier. “You and I will have a talk later, I taught you better than this” I look over seeing Javier with slump shoulders. “Come have breakfast” He smiled at both of us. “It's his teenage years all over again” It seemed he wanted to keep that to himself as he made his way into the house but we heard that. I turn to look at Javier whose smile disappeared.

“Do you think we have 5 minutes?” I look up hopeful, which I respond with an eyeroll and walk into his room again. “Come on! I am going to die if-” I shook my head and decided to cut him off.

“So what did he mean by, his teenage years all over again?. Were you the one who sneaked girls into his room and paraded them in the mornings?” I was praying for a no. When I didn’t hear an answer I turned to look over at Javier. I raised my brows seeing him only staring back at me.

“Are you jealous?” Of course he would try to turn the conversation to favor him. I roll my eyes once more and turn to finish looking presentable.

“That was years ago, unless you plan on sneaking another girl here-” A hand grips my waist turning me around to be pushed between his dresser and him.

“It wasn’t as many girls you may be picturing” My head twisted a bit wondering if he would continue. He softly exhaled and continued, “It was only one and it wasn’t a one time thing” Now I was beyond intrigued. “She became my fiance at one point” Shocked. It was the only words I could think of to describe my state. “We were young and things got in the way” He spoke like it was instructions on how to cook an egg, quick and simple.

“You can’t just spill something like that and just leave me hanging” I hit his chest. “What was her name? How old were you guys? How did she look?” I see him close his eyes trying to fight himself. “How many times did yall do it on the bed? Wait!, did yall do it in the bathroom?” I gasp jokenly, “Against this dresser?” I pushed myself off but I was against it in a quick second. His grasp on my hip pushed me harsher.

“Her name was Lorraine,” He whispered. I look up, his eyes intensely looking at mine. “I can’t remember where we did it” His tone lowered. “The only thing I remember is you on my bed” His face moves closer but to the side of my face. He places a kiss and another moving lower towards my neck. “How I want to remember you in the shower” I close my eyes. His breath was hot,traveling further down. “On the countertop” He moves my shirt to reveal my shoulder. “On this dresser” Slowly I came back to life. I felt his hand circling my back. His pelvis rubbing against my stomach and his lips which already left marks on my neck was currently leaving some on my shoulder.

“Javi” I pull on his shirt trying to grip something for stability.

“Mi amor?” He pulls back and I groan, already missing his attention. “Years ago my horny teenage self would stop at nothing to have you in his bed” I chuckle.

“I can always count on you being romantic” I laugh, shaking my head. My laugh quiets down as a small smile is on his face.

“I just want you to know that it was the past” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a hug. “My whole existence is stained with you. My past nor my future matters to me because I am stuck in the present with you” That tugged on my heart strings.

“Javier Pena” I smile looking up. “I don’t care what happened back then” I move my hands to grip his face. “As long as you stay here with me” Before he could answer a soft knock interrupted us.

“Breakfast is ready! Hurry up you two” We looked at eachother and smiled.

“Coming Pops!” Javier answers. He looks down, stealing a kiss before enterwining our hand and making our way out his room to the kitchen. I was always able to control myself, but that was when I was in charge of a minimal situation. This was not the case here. This was huge, I had never met someone's parents. We didn’t even know what we were. I know I'm not a little kid but having been caught in someone's bedroom by their parents as an adult is worse. I have never done such a thing.

“I have coffee and conchitas in that bag” he points out to the table. “Bacon and sausages will be out in a second” I thank him before he heads back into the kitchen. I guess Javier read my body and noticed I was stressing.

“Baby?” I felt a tug on my hand which guided me towards the table to sit down. “Do you feel okay?” I look over trying to calm myself down

“Yeah” I cleared my throat making sure I was okay in the chair. “I just havent’ been in this situation before” It was his turn for his eyebrows to furrow.

“What? Like having breakfast with someone?” I look over and roll my eyes.

“No, I havent met someone's parents or have had breakfast or any kind of meal with one. I have been caught with someone's son in their bedroom! What could he be thinking of me” I looked over freaked out but a stupid grin appeared on his face.

“You’ve never met a boyfriend’s parents before? Never sneaked into their bedrooms?” I give him an, are you stupid look? Do I look like the kind of girl who would? Well now it was a different story, I was older but that still didn’t make it okay.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend before let alone try to do these sort of things” I hear a gasp from Javier.

“So?” I look over to see him scooting closer. “You mean am your-?” His stupid grin was just waiting for my answer to grow bigger. Like a medal of ownership.

“Technically no” Grin disappeared. “You haven’t asked me properly or even taken me on a date” I shrug, turning my attention to the older gentleman who walked with a plate of bacon and sausage.

“So tell me,” He starts to speak as he settles down. “Javier told me about you but I still have questions” I give him a gentle smile. I look over to Javier who looks embarrassed. I held back the big smile, Javier spoke to me to his father.

“What do you want to know Mr. Pena?”

“Please, call me Chucho” He smiles as he passes me a cup of coffee. “So you are mexican?” I nod

“From Veracruz”

“Beautiful place” I agree. After my other grandmother died there was no use to visit

anymore but as a child I remember the bright pink roses in her garden and how wonderful the people were there. “But your family lives here?”

“Yes. I don’t have a huge family so most of them stay in a communal farm made up of a couple houses”

“Where?”

“Pops” Javier shakes his head.

“Right, I am sorry I asked” I gave him a smile. “Javier tells me you have many talents” I heard a sneaker from Javier who covered it with a slight cough. “Do you mind sharing?”

“Not at all” We spoke a while about my job and what I did for college. He embarrassed Javier with stories of his childhood. I enjoyed talking with someone and enjoyed it even more seeing the relationship Javier had with his dad.

“Well I better get started on my day” He stood up grabbing his hat. “Will you be staying for lunch?” I turn to Javier who slightly nods. Under the table he takes hold of my hand reassuring me it was okay.

“I have to go back to town-” I had to tell Javier why I was here and who knows how that is going to end.

“Well we would love to have you.” Chucho smiles as he excuses himself to go outside.

“What's wrong?” Javier makes me nervous hearing him acknowledge my discomfort.

“I am just going to come out and say it” I took a deep breath. “You have been called into the embassy” Javier nods

“For an evaluation, I think I can explain it to them so there's nothing to worry about” I shake my head

“It's not an evaluation. The ambassador sent me out to talk to you first.” I didn’t even know what details to give him to make it make sense without hurting his pride. “You are not going to continue with the Escobar case” Jaiver straightens up. His nose flaring trying to take it in.

“I expected that” He simply says leaning back against the chair. I grab his other hand making him look at me again.

“That's not it.” I know how much Escobar’s case took a toll on him, would he be willing to put himself in that situation? “The USA counsel wants to place you on another case”

“What? What case?”

“Once Escobar is captured, which could be any day now, they want you to lead a team to capture the Cali Cartel” His eyes fall to the ground. He was searching for an answer. “Javi?” When he dropped my hands I knew he was having a difficult time taking in the news. I took a chance and decided to invade his space. I got up and moved to sit on his lap which he surprisingly took with open arms. His arms moved slowly around me and I engulfed him in a hug around his shoulders.

“I need you to talk to me about what I am going to tell you next” His head fell against my chest. He nods without looking up from his spot. “I made a deal with the Mexican embassy who helped get to that decision” Now his eyes were plastered on mine. I nervously played with his hair. “As an agreement whether you take the position or not I have to take mine”

“What position?”

“Before I worked for the Embassy directly looking for people I had another job.” How do I even start? “I started off as an intel person. I went into bars, clubs, and even joined girls on the street to get information.” His eyes widened. “I never had to do anything else other than listen” I grab his face hoping to ease the thought that may be forming in his mind. “It got to the point where I was in deep in the Cartel”

“How deep?” He took my hands knowing it was a defense machinism.

“Deep enough to be considered family” Of course that wasn’t the worst part. “I was young so it was easy to lead the guy I was involved with into a trap and when he fell, the rest fell with him”

“So you are going to go undercover again?” Kind of.

“I can’t tell you much about it other than that I will be using an old member to create a new group. That group will infiltrate a cartel,”

“And then?” He spoke harsher

“I don’t know Javi. The goal is to capture or threaten them enough to weaken them”

“What happened to moving to Colombia together?”

“Javi” I cup his face pulling him into a kiss. “I think we are in the right time to do this” It pained me to say but it was the best for us both. “I think you are going to take the job and I have to take mine. Either way I have to do it and I know you wouldn’t move with me because you are a man who can’t stay still and would hate seeing the Cali Cartel winning”

“We made it work before” I smiled knowing that was not true. He took it hasrsher than I did at the time. I opened my mouth to talk but was interrupted with Javiers father walking in. Javiers face was filled with thoughts. Like millions of dots were trying to connect to make it work.

“Javier, I need you to-” Javier suddenly removes me from his lap to stand. He takes hold of my hand and walks over to the door.

“Sorry Pops, I have to do something important first” I tried to hold myself back knowing he wasn’t thinking straight.

“Wha?” Chucho asked as he walked after us. I was asking the same thing, what was Javier doing?

“I need the keys to the truck” Javier stops turning to his father.

“Javier?” I moved infront of him before he took another step. He looked down at me and then at his father.

“I am taking her on a date” He announced. He lifted his arm catching the keys in a quick move. I look over to Chucho who had a smile filled with pride. I didn’t have time to think when Javier pulled me to the truck and into the passenger seat. “Do you have your passport?”

“What do I need-?”

“Answer me woman?” He closes the door pulling my head closer to his through the window. I looked for answers in his eyes since he wasn’t going to tell me anything even if I ask. His eyes were soft. No anger nor confusion. I think about the man infront of me, it was a man I could trust, my Javi.

“Yes” He plants a kiss on my lips before running around the truck to get in. He put the vehicle in drive and we were on our way. I looked over to him and I couldn’t help but smile. “Javi?” I grip his hand to make him aware I wanted to talk. “Are you okay?” A smile appeared as he shook his head. He moved our hands to place a kiss on mine.

“I am taking you on a forever date” I laugh a bit. I have never seen Javier this way. “A date you will definitely say yes too” I looked into his eyes and knew I would definitely say yes to the date.

Chapter 20

[donutsalami]

Oh shit, just watched the last dungeon meshi episode [mild spoilers]

I got chills from when the sword was revealed, the whole buildup of Laios being the most likely to be able to defeat the magician, but also that he would not be suited for a good king, it's just, so interesting.

Also, about the thing Laios told the orc chief, wasn't it that he wasn't interested in becoming a king, and that he was only after his sister?

Therefore him accepting the prophecy of the immortals would be breaking his promisse to the orcs, however rejecting their prophecy would be dooming their existence.

Also also, learning more about Kabru is always cool, i love him, and how he is so smart and analytical.

He *knows* what's going to happen if he doesn't intervene, he *lived* through that. Not only that but he is also the *only one* of the village that survived, imagine the survivor's guilt, it's obvious he would want to avoid that from happening again.

Even if that means betting on Laios becoming king.

also also also, that one white haired character finally appeared, I don't know anything about them but I already want to know more about them.

[copias-sewer-rat]

Hello! Here to bother you with a new ask (when you have the time of course!) May I please request the different Papas reacting to their s/o (reader) telling them that they grew up without a father? I.e reader has trust/abandonment issues.

(This is also VERY true for me, and I still find it hard to deal with sometimes 🥺)

I’m so sorry it took me so long to do this and that it isn’t even that long! It has been a hectic week with work and trying to get my comic done (and also with the last Ghost ritual), so I hope you enjoy this tiny thing at least:

Papas comforting a reader when told they grew without a father [GN] I. Primo

- Primo did have a father, but sometimes he wished he didn’t have one.

- During his childhood, Nihil was either pressuring him to be the very best or fucking around, so he was pretty much useless as a father figure.

- However, when you tell him about your childhood and how you grew up without a father he listens.

- He doesn’t bring his own childhood into the picture. He knows that you need comfort, not someone making the situation about them.

- So he just listens until you are finished venting. You had been pretty emotional lately regarding that subject.

- When you finish speaking, Primo tells you that he is sorry that you didn’t have that love as a child. He hugs you then, promising to give you all the love that you missed on tenfold.

- He will do whatever be can to make you feel loved and taken care for.

II. Secondo

- Primo basically raised him.

- When he was born Nihil didn’t give two shits about being a father.

- Not that he ever cared with Primo, but with Secondo even less.

- When you start explaining the reason behind your current mood, his mood changes as well. He was happy to see you after a long day, wanting nothing but to spend time with you talking and having fun, but now he is worried about you.

-He sees so much of his pain in you and he doesn’t want that, he wants nothing more than for you to be happy.

-Like Primo he will listen as you let your feeling unravel, he is next to you all the time, touching you gently so you know he is there, that he cares.

-When you are finished he will ask if you need space or if you want company and a distraction.

-If you ask for a distraction he will let you choose whichever activity you want to do: videogames, puzzles, cooking… You name it.

-He will be happy to be by your side to remind you that you are your own person and that he will always love you no matter what.

III. Terzo

-Terzo was also raised by his brothers, but he also wanted the approval of Nihil when he was a child.

-Tiny Terzo (not that he ever got big) was a people pleaser. He still is, but he manages to keep a balance.

-It took a lot of effort and a long talk with his brother for him to value himself.

-When you go to him with your confesion he just hugs you immediately.

-He wants to drain all your pain with his love.

-Terzo won’t let you think about any other thing that it isn’t him or your comfort.

-He will prepare you a relaxing bath, dinner, entertainment, he will give you a massage and wrap you in the most comfortable blanket, telling sweet nothings until you fall asleep in his arms.

IV. Copia

-Copia holds the most resentment towards Nihil. He knows that he is his father but chooses to ignore that fact. He actually has no father.

-When you tell him that you grew up without a father something inside of him breaks.

-He will cry with you for a bit, both of you holding each other through your pain.

-After a well desserved crying session he will make everything he can to make you feel good.

-He will put all his rats on top of you to make you giggle.

-He will cook your favourite comfort dish.

-He will act goofier and sillier than ususal, making voices for his rats and enacting a big dramatic performance with them.

-In the end you fall asleep together, holding each other, promissing to never let go.

[sleepis4theweak]

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