#and that I'll make a someone s fine wife someday

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I'm the wife in my marriage.

It's funny to me anyway. Funny to me because my wife is the very picture of femininity, loving, caring, sexy, pretty, beautiful wife, loving and adored by all her children. And a satisfied and hot for her husband.

But to me she is beautiful and terrible as the Dawn! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth! All shall love her and despair!

And yet she chose me.

So to all the hella ladies who rejected my advances? Y'all missed out. Because she saw in me what way too many people couldn't. And sometimes still can't.

And she wants to run my life. And the lives of our whole family. And we all kinda love it. Mostly. But it ain't worth the headache or heartache of fighting her on anything. She's Daddy's little princess and her mother is the loving matron and queen bitch of the family and we all stay in line. Mostly. I love to do my own thing too much for my own good. But it keeps our fights about stupid stuff instead of my weed use again.

(I'm dead ass functional and present from 6am on till I finally get my insomniac ass too sleep while high just to escape the constant anxiety about my sick daughter's upcoming surgery, my dying suegro, my mourning wife, disturbed autistic son, special needs princess Daddy's girl I'm spoiling her to death to make her just as powerful and ungovernable mother and it's working too well already. Have you ever negotiated with a hostile bitchy entitled as fuck child? )

Anyway, you wouldn't know it looking at me or talking normal chitchat, but I'm pretty fucking manly. In the way my culture defines manliness. I'm not very masculine. But I'm very manly.

I'm feminine as fuck in my household. I mother the kids, help their emotional development, work on my wife's emotional and mental well-being, and I'm the one never in the mood for sex. And I do every single thing she says. And then she does the discipline and management of the family's affairs. And she's the one who has to seduce me. Did I mention she was sexy as fuck? (While I'm awkward as fuck every time we even roleplay.) And a horny Latina. (That's why these horny sexy, nice, Latinos are taking over. It's natural selection. The Whites just can't compete and as usual are getting their panties in a twist over not being able to compete even with everything in their favor to out reproduce them all but it was too many kids for a nuclear family to handle Whites.) So beautiful hot queen sexy as fuck Latina seduces me every night. #blessed. So fuck yeah I don't wanna fuck up this arrangement. So I do everything she tells me to and treat her real good and let her win every argument and over apologize. Except when I make a rare exception to make a stand in something important or just to make some trouble and have some fun.

Oh yeah. She's a clean freak 😮‍💨 But she's an impatient Latina housewife perfectionist clean freak. So she gets mad at my perfectly good job when company isn't ever coming job and tells me to stop even trying to clean. Go play Minecraft with your daughter to keep her occupied.🤣

I have the best living situation ever. I'll be your bitch my bitchy highness. Just please keep playing with my hair on your lap. Oh, and that sucking my dick the way you do and being right 95% of the time on judgement calls.

So yeah I'm the wife.

And I got a pretty good life.

#and know you know the rest of the story #when i was s younger man i had a good paying job at a factory plant as a temp worker #i liked this job #and it was easy clean indoor temp controlled light labor with a jovial #kindly and generally loving crowd of people all just trying to earn a living in this shit economy #and care for each get along with each other #it was a really nice atmosphere. there was only a little manager taking advantage of a woman's situation to force a relationship. #but she was petty please about the whole arrangement because she was lonely and he was kind and likable and #good looking younger guy #and it made her job impossible to get the boot #even as it got easier to boot #anyways i worked my ass off and just tried to get along with the boss #and it paid great #We could have been poor and happy working jobs like that for life if i really had to got some reason #but anyways this bossman manager sees me sweeping my ass off a clean floor and instead of telling me to go lean on a post for a bit #tells me I'm doing a good job #and that I'll make a someone s fine wife someday #i wanted to slap that smug mother fucker up there head w my broom. But i was laughing to hard at that fuckers joke because i liked the guy. #and i liked my job #anyway #here i am being a good little wife #and I'm living the life of Reilly doing it #i don't know the etymology of that phrase is. only my Dad says it in my experience #it might be good own little creation. #you're welcome #And the mother fucker just let me keep sweeping my dumbass all over a clean floor! #Union strong

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Day 4, Part 3: Dare You

Translations

Kiga: Someone older AND higher in station. Marek is using it incorrectly when referring to Zain

Koja: Someone younger and higher in station

Really, these two just use them as nicknames for each other.

E kali...: Marek is starting to say he's scared, in his native language, but he calms down enough to say it the normal way. There is something interesting about the way he says it, but I'm keeping that a secret for later. ;)

Minor warning for creepy older boys that Zain should have just punched. Like, really, really should have.

I had an entirely different plan for this prompt, but it wouldn't cooperate. I got distracted flipping through notes and found some stuff past fidget had jotted down about kid!Marek. This just wrote itself, so here we are.

Griaria, 10 years ago

"Zain!"

At the sound of his name, the young boy spun around, peering curiously at the breathless girl in front of him. He vaguely recognised her, but not enough to put a name with the face.

"You– you are Zain, aren't..." She bent over, clutching her knees as she panted furiously. "Aren't you?"

When he nodded, her face lit up. "Come with me!" She stood and grabbed his hand, yanking him across the cobblestone street.

"Where are we going?" he questioned, tugging his hand free, because there was only one person he wanted to hold hands with, and it wasn't this girl.

"It's Marek, I... I think he might be in trouble", she explained, not slowing to even look back while she spoke to him. "Some older boys asked him to play, but they took him down to the old alter, and–"

He didn't give her a chance to finish. Didn't even thank her for coming to find him, though he probably should have. Instead, he broke into a sprint, making a beeline across the village toward the forest.

Please, be okay!

He wasn't yet in sight of the abandoned alter when he heard Marek calling out for him.

"Shut up!" The group of boys came into view – three of them, all Zain's classmates, though he wasn't exactly friends with any of them. "I told you, didn't I? We just want to play a little game."

"Do you think she's really a boy?"

"Nah, no way that's a boy. She's just lying to get attention!"

"Only one way to find out..."

"Ha! Dare you to check!"

Zain ran as fast as his feet would carry him, gaining momentum to topple the first boy, knocking him off Marek's stomach, where he'd been sitting to keep the little Ogam pinned.

He stood between Marek and the others now, a barrier to protect him from harm. He could hear Marek crying behind him, but there was nothing he could do about it until he finished what he'd started.

"Leave Marek alone! If you ever touch him again, I'll– I'll..."

"You'll what?" Despite the cockiness of his tone, the other boy backed away, along with his friends.

Zain was bigger than them. Bigger and stockier than most Griarian boys his age, thanks to his father's foreign blood. Sometimes, it got him picked on, but very rarely did anyone try to fight him.

He squared his shoulders, gathering himself up to his full height. "Marek is mine, so just stay away from him!"

The ringleader frowned, staring daggers at Zain, but he wouldn't budge no matter what. One of his friends smacked him in the shoulder, shaking his head.

"Let's just go. It's not worth it."

Zain held his intimidating stance, refusing to let his guard down until the boys were out of sight. A pair of small arms wrapped around his waist from behind, Marek's face burying into the back of his shirt, leaving a wet spot from his tears.

"E kali..." He hiccoughed, squeezing tighter. "I was really s-scared!"

Zain reached down, unclasping Marek's arms so he could turn and hug him properly. "It's alright. You don't think I'd let anything happen to you, do you Koja?"

Marek shook his head, but the tears showed no signs of stopping.

"Hey, look at me! If you're gonna be my wife someday, then it's my job to protect you." Zain's cheeks coloured with embarrasment as his brain caught up to his mouth. "I mean–"

"Did you just...?"

"Only if you want to! If not, then forget– forget I said anything, alright?"

Marek sniffled, nodding against Zain's chest. "Idiot Kiga! Of course I want to!"

With the matter settled, Zain pried himself free and grabbed Marek's hand. "Let's go home, now. I bet Mama's got a snack waiting for us already." He led Marek through the forest, back to Deerlight and the small house he shared with his mother. "You're going to sleep over again tonight, aren't you?"

Marek's soft but definite, "Mhmm", was followed shortly by, "You're hand's so much bigger than mine, Kiga."

"I said it before, didn't I? Marek's hands are perfect for mine, because they're so small. They fit right in."

"Right!" Marek grinned up at him, the tear stains on his cheeks beginning to fade. "Kiga... can we, um... When we get married, can we do it at the altar?"

Zain furrowed his brow, confused. "Why there?"

"Well, because then instead of a bad memory, I'll have a really great memory there."

Zain shook his head, amazed – as always – with how adorable Marek was. "Then let's do it now." Making a decision, he steered them in the opposite direction, back to the old altar.

"But– but, we don't have rings. Mama told me once, that pretty ring she always wears was from her wedding." Marek stalled, tugging urgently at Zain's arms. "Wait, I know." Dropping Zain's hand, he raced off into the trees.

"Wait up! What are you doing?"

When Zain caught up, Marek was already on his knees in the grass, plucking flowers off of the ground.

"We can make some, with these." He held a handful of blossoms, picked way at the bottom so the stems were still long, then separated them in half, handing some to Zain. "I'll make you a ring, and you can make mine."

Zain sat down beside him, watching Marek work and doing his best to copy the motions. His ring didn't come out nearly as good.

"Finished~" Marek sang, scrambling to his feet.

"Koja, your dress!"

The skirt was ruined, covered in green stains from the grass.

"I dont mind it," Marek surpised him by shrugging it off, even though Zain knew the gown had been one of his favourites. "I'll ask Mama to make me another one."

With their homemade rings in hand, the two boys headed back to the altar. Of the two of them, Marek was the only one who'd actually been to a wedding, so Zain let him take the lead, repeating things when Marek said the husband was supposed to.

"I now announce us man and wife!" Marek's cheeks flushed, his eyes meeting Zain's for the first time since the wedding had begun.

He somehow looked even prettier than ever. Zain froze, so bewitched by the sight that he barely remembered to breath.

"You're supposed to kiss me now", Marek whispered, pulling Zain out of his daze.

"Like... like a real kiss?"

"I think on the cheek is fine, if you'd rather–"

Zain launched forward, pressing his lips to Marek's. They were warm, and much softer than he'd imagined. He felt like his heart was going to explode, but it was fine, because Marek was really his wife now, and nothing else mattered more than that.

"Kiga!" Marek whined, pulling away. "No fair. That was my first kiss, and I wasn't ready, yet. I want a do-over!" He pointed to his pouting lips, and Zain was all too happy to give in.

#fidgenano #mergi zain #ogam marek #nano 2k19 #day 4 #nano day 4