#omi pond house

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Kyle Brofloski/ Eric Cartman (onesided) Eric Cartman/ Yentle (SP two-parter)

/Selfishness/ [part 2 ⬇️] 》》》》 [part 1]

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After that day he only witnessed Cartman get closer to Yentle, he couldn't do much cause he feared people or Stan will pick up what was actually going on.

Still he did his research, printing piles of Cartman's criminal history, heading towards her house; that was across the block from his.

Knocking carefully the front door.

"Yeah?" She answered, tilting confused as she eyed him, "omy God, did Eric send you to give me a romantic note? He's such a tease~" she beamed in thought, guessing his why arrival.

"No, Yentle. I need to talk to you seriously," frowning slightly annoyed by that.

Her face went blank before gesturing to come in.

He pass her a notebook full of Cartman's shit, watching how the girl eyed carefully each page. The silent of the room was piercing deadly at his chest. He can only imagine how disappointed Cartman would be after being rejected by Yentle.

But, he can't say he feels any sorta of guilt for it.

Tapping his foot lightly desperately wanting to hear or see a reaction from her. Making sure it was a definitive she'll leave him alone.

But she seemed a little too unfazed by it, passing the notebook back to him. And pushing him to go towards the door as 'you should leave now.'

"Don't you have anything to say?" He asked confused by her lack of reaction.

"Eh, my dad has done worse," She shrugged before slamming the door in front of him.

He shuddered by the noise emitted, but he was left even more confused by what that meant, but it wasn't even remotely close of how angered he was for not achieving his goal.

Being back home gave him the freedom to look in to Yentle's own history, it didn't seem there was much more to the girl from what she had displayed in school but it seems her family was quite a reckless one. Her father was sent to a mental clinic two years ago because of his bad schizophrenia and murderous tendencies, he actually caused a lot of shit back in New York, which in one of those bad episodes was sent off to the clinic.

Her mother on the other side seem to be a narcissistic freak, the head of a model industry to be in fact. You can already see the arrogant personality in her interviews and written web articles describing her. She was definitely not the nicest person to deal with for what it's shown.

In his eyes this seem like a very a sad case, Yentle didn't seem to have a good and happy life.

The complete opposite of what she shows in school.

Maybe she can't even tell the difference between what was right for her and.. Cartman.

Cartman was like a mixture of both her parents, something she's already grown accustomed. So she probably found familiarity in him, but then again, he doubted Cartman would show his tendencies if he attempted to curt her.

°°°°

They were at starks pond enjoying their evening with no bother of the world until it was interrupted by no other then..

"Let's play gay chicken," Cartman blurted outta the blue.

"Okay," Kenny not so surprisingly agreeing to it, with zero hesitation, just searching for some fun and entertainment.

However he and Stan on the other side..

"Fuck no, dude!" Stan exclaimed baffling by the suggestion.

"No," He blankly stated, not very convincing.

The idea of being able to kiss Cartman with out it being questioned made him actually considered it.

His eyes landed straight on his lips as he heard Stan kept backing down to the idea.

"C'mon, Stan. Stop being such a pussy. Or are you afraid that you might actually like it?" Cartman taunt in his usual manner while Kenny snickered next to him.

"Shut up, fatboy. I'm not playing that shit."

"Aweee, you afraid you'll fall madly in love with you best friend~?" He kept edging Stan to his limits before he ceased in.

"Okay, fine," reluctantly giving up, "Kyle are you in?" He asked lightly.

"Fuck, no way dude." He denied with his head, even though internally he was already driving himself crazy to suck and flavor ever inch of Cartman's pink thin looking lips.

"Don't be a pussie, Kyle. If I'm doing it you're doing it too," Stan said with much more determination, probably just wanting it to get it over it before it even started.

He frowned but didn't protest on it, looking at Cartman who gestured them to form a circle.

"Rule number one, no one should know about this."

"As if we wanted people to know we kissed a fatass," Stan remarked sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"For your information, hippie, I'm a good kisser."

"Uhuh sure."

"Second rule, whoever budges out will have no complaints with our dares."

"Fair," Kenny added, beaming mischievously.

"Okay, that's much it," Cartman shrugged uninterested on adding anything else.

"Who goes first?" Kenny asked now looking at them expectantly.

"Well I suppose, if hippie dick right here has no worries about falling in love with my amazing kisses." Cartman once more gesture Stan in a provoking manner.

"Fuck you, dude," Stan blurted out but took the unspoken challenge, "watch yourself I don't want you to fall for me, fatboy."

"As if," Cartman chuckled in a laugh, before placing his face inches apart from Stan.

He and Kenny watched expectantly, eyeing the two boys In curiosity who just casually glared at each other before reluctantly closing the gap between their lips.

A small gasp came out from his mouth as he watched his friends make out.

Images of him and Cartman doing exactly that in a couple of minutes dreaded him.

Stan reluctantly placed his hands on Cartman's shoulders a minute after before moving his face away. Pretty much giving in the lost.

"Ha!" Cartman pointed at him victorious.

"Yeah, I can't keep this up man.." Stan winced in displeasure finally moving apart from him.

Cartman beamed while rubbing frantically his hands eyeing Kenny as if they were already sharing what to give Stan as punishment.

They made Stan pee on top of a police officer's car hood as they took a picture as evidence and– to laugh about it later. Running back to their first spot to continue the game.

"Stan, being our loser you must kiss the person of our choice," Cartman said in an arrogant manner making Stan huff.

"Jewboy if you give us the honor," He toothly grin, gesturing with his hand towards Stan.

He watched worrisome, as he gulped looking at his best friend in a mutual awkwardly stare.

Feeling his hands sweet he open and closed them a couple of times before leaning in to Stan's plastering their lips together, eyes now wide opened as he winced already feeling so weirded out by it, Stan pushing away after seconds in immediately sharing the same sentiment.

"Sorry, dude. But this is weird as fuck, it's like kissing family," he blurted out, eyes were still processing the whole thing.

He nodded frantically in understanding, he didn't like it all.

Cartman groaned loud, "uuuuuggggh you're all such pussies. We'll just wait after the next loser to give your dare, Hippie," he declared, gesturing Kenny; who grinned devilish.

Knowing that piece of shit he probably already made up a whole strategy to make them lose.

Moving excited, Kenny place himself in middle of the circle waiting for his competitor.

"Okay, so considering Stan is a pussie bitch and lost two times, I'll give this round to Kahal," Cartman stated smugly, shoving his hands inside his pockets.

"Hey, no fucking fair dude!? Kenny's a perv!" He exclaimed in disbelief.

"C'mon, Kyle. Do this for me," Stan pleaded with sad puppy eyes, clasping his hands together.

"Yeah, ky~ I'll be gentle," Kenny teased while Cartman howled in laughter.

"Make sure he loses, Ken," Cartman call him out, still having that annoying grin on him.

Kenny taunting nodded his head as he hummed some song.

And with out warning he smashed their lips together, he heard Stan gasped and Cartman snickering. Kenny kept on digging his tongue inside his mouth as he winced and tried to follow back, Kenny slid his hands on his chest provoking him to move backwards with he pushed forward in a huffed almost pushing him away, but backing down cause he didn't want to give that fatass the win.

It kept going for like two minutes before Kenny declared he was accepting the defeat.

"Can't keep it up, man," he sighed disappointed, panting heavily as he tried grasping for some air.

On the other end he was glad it was over, he felt like in any second he was gonna budge out.

"Dammit, kinny! What the fuck! You said you were good at that shit," Cartman exclaimed pissed off, he couldn't help but smile smugly by that

"I underestimated Kyle's determination on giving you that lost, fatboy," Kenny guessed right on his persistent.

He wiped with his hand any remaining saliva and licked his now drying lips, glaring daringly at Cartman.

"Sweet, that means it's our turn to pick the next player," Stan commented now more enthusiastic, pointing at Cartman with a grin as he gesture Kenny, "your turn, fatboy."

"Goddammit" he mustered after, accepting his lost, before smirking lightly at Kenny, "bring it up poor boy."

"I'll make you cum," Kenny teased, grabbing him from the waist.

"As if," Cartman rolled his eyes, resting his arms on his shoulders.

Both furiously began making out, Kenny with a loud thumped dropped Cartman on the ground gripping his brown hair as Cartman began sliding his hands under his jacket touching Kenny's bare skin.

"Wow.. is that how we're supposed to play..?" Stan murmured still not taking his eyes off the two, bewildered by the intense playing of their friends.

Kyle bit his tongue holding in his jealousy, gripping his side as tension was felt in his body. The only thing that kept him from kicking Kenny off was by imagining himself in his place.

It was like three minutes until Cartman began gasping for air calling in a truce.

"No truce, fatboy. You lost," Kenny declared, giving him a hand to stand up.

"Goddammit!" He whined childish, before kicking some dirt in a grunt.

"Alright, alright, let the actual fun begin," Kenny added, rubbing his hands frantically before pointing at Stan, "seeing you two up your assess today made me realize how funny it is to piss you guys off, why not you give me the honors, Stanley?"

"God, give me the fatass again," Stan complained, chugging in some air before stomping his way towards Cartman.

"Aye! Watch yourself," Cartman warned, cupping Stan cheeks in a desperate attempt to lead.

He puckered his lips planting them on Stan, now best friend knew how to keep up the pace of the game, running his hand on Cartman's back then yanking lightly his hair.

Cartman began following Stan's lead as he was let slammed against a tree, Stan towering Cartman licking his lips before sucking them again.

He glance at Kenny who was recording discreetly while snickering silently.

"So, are we placing our dares after the game's over?" Kenny asked out loud, receiving a muffled as a 'yes' from Cartman who gripped hardly on Stan's messy hair.

This gay motherfucker was letting himself get riddled up by Stan, he was far from comfortable seeing both his best friend and Cartman make out in a desperate attempt of dominance.

Well, sorta if you don't count Cartman uncharacteristically rubbing his crotch against Stan's leg making the other groaned in response biting his down lip sliding his tongue inside his mouth one last time before calling quits.

"Alright, you fucking win, Cartman," he surrender almost dizzy, his hands raise up in the air.

"Sweet," Cartman mustered out laying himself against the tree arms crossed behind his neck, "you're next with Kenny."

Stan looked worrisome at the boy in question, who just licked his lips in a playful manner.

"Better do me just like Cartman, Stanley boy~"

Stan gulped, knowingly what he was about to get in to.

In a matter of seconds, Kenny lunged on to Stan gripping his waist and dragging him to the same tree he was previously pinning Cartman, now lifting him up as his legs hold on to Kenny's waist.

Stan yelped by the abrupt gesture, trying to grasp his hands on Kenny's cheeks but wasn't let to as Kenny shove harshly his tongue against him crashing their teeth together, opening his eyes in surprise.

"Damn, Ken's upping his game," Cartman mustered while checking out his nails, unfazed by the scenery.

In less than seconds Stan pulled away accepting once more defeat.

"Fuck no, dude! You crazy beast," He exclaimed grasping for any bit of air given.

Kenny licked his teeth in a beaming victory, then smiling innocently.

Now looking at Kyle with mischievous eyes and slowing eying Cartman while the fatboy laughed at Stan.

He gulped already knowing who was up next, twitching fingers as his nerves grew.

"Eric~" Kenny sang, getting Cartman to look at him, "pew pew!" He pointed in a 'bang-bang' manner at both himself and Cartman.

Cartman expression went flat, but immediately covered it up with a grinned.

"Alright, gaywad bring it on," Cartman challenged him already in the middle of the circle.

He unintentionally licked his lips moving forward and getting closer to him, already feeling himself be dragged by the heating feeling but a ring resonated loudly coming from Cartman's pocket making him stop in tracks.

Cartman took out his phone to check who it was, immediately answering the incoming call.

"Yentle?" He beamed excited, biting his nails intrigued, holding on to the phone for dear life.

Slightly walking away from him as he indulge in the conversation he was having.

"Ofcourse I'm available!" He exclaimed, almost forgetting he was being watch by three pair of eyes, "Yeah, yeah! I'll pick you up, see you there." And with that he hang up before walking away.

"Hey, what the fuck dude!?" He finally exclaimed angry, "are you chickenin' out?" He excused his jealous and disappointed outburst.

Cartman didn't bothered looking back, "Yentle just asked me out on a date! I ain't losing my chances by spending my time on you losers," he answered casually, his voice growing lower as he was far apart.

"What about your dare, fatboy!" Stan screamed offended.

"Eh, I'll do it later, bye faggots!" Gesturing them the middle finger as he ditched them running away.

He tsk, clenching his fist tightly.

He couldn't bat an eye that night, still anger eating every inch of his body digging his nails against his skin until he felt blood dripping out from his palms, he tried distracting himself scrolling through his phone but he immediately regretted it as he saw a post from Yentle of a photo of her and Cartman infront of a movie theater; fatass laying his head on her shoulders smiling widely as she peace signed.

Caption: 'best night ever! 📌 @ EricCart_brah'

Cartman was the first to comment back with a 'madly in love with the most beautiful jew💕'

He threw harshly his phone to the wall in a huff, as he grunted under the covers, digging his nails furious in his pillow.

°°°°

"God, what happened to your screen?" Stan asked as he eyed his phone.

"It's just the screen protector," he mustered out not with much energy, scrolling endlessly on his social media.

He was in a bad mood.

Cartman and Kenny walked their way, and he greeted 'cheerfully', "hey, gay chicken."

"Seriously, Kahal? Is this how we are gonna play," Cartman rolled his eyes, but his smirk never vanished, "you guys should guess what happened yesterday."

"What?" Stan asked, glancing his way.

"I finally asked Yentle if we can go out this Friday night, I'm planning to finally ask her to be my girlfriend," he said cheerful, pride spread in those upward curled lips.

"Congrats man, wish you luck"

"Why thank you, Stan," he kept smiling, now glancing at him, "not gonna say anything, Kyel?"

"What's there to say? You're a gay chicken, wussed out on a dare."

"I did not wuss out on my dare, in a matter of fact I did it this morning. Kenny gave it to me the moment I stood out from my house," he defensively gesture Kenny who raised his hands in surrender.

"Oh shit, really?," Stan interested peeked in, "what did you give him, Ken?"

Kenny smirked taking out his phone.

"Dude, you did not smack Heidi Turners ass," Stan said baffled eying the video of Cartman doing exactly that at a pissed off Heidi.

"He also got the whopping of his life," Kenny added howling in laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Cartman roll his eyes to that, "atleast she didn't accused me for sexual harassment."

"Oh shit, now that I look closer, you cover up your bruises with makeup?" Stan eyed Cartman closer.

"Yup, I have to look good for Yentle today, we're gonna go out for lunch this evening," Cartman explained with added disinterest.

"She did you bad," Stan continued snickering as he kept watching the video; now Heidi had Cartman pinned down in the ground punching him on the face endlessly a whining Cartman was heard in full blast.

'NAAH!! STOPP HEIDI STOPP! BWAAAAAH!'

'YOU PIECE OF SHIT!'

'AHHHH!! NYAAAH!'

'QUIT CRYING I DIDN'T EVEN PUNCHED YOU THAT TIME!?'

'¡YoU hIt mE iN mY aRm!'

With that they burst in to laughter and he couldn't help but smile because that was indeed hilarious. Cartman huffed, crossing his arms while they kept pissing themselves with all that humorous cry.

He glance at Cartman's lips, the disappointing feeling surging up again, watching back in sadness the road.

He waited until lunch time to grab Cartman by the collar, dragging him out to the back of the school.

"Owe! Kahal, what the fuck!?" He whined in protest finally letting go, "Jesus you've been acting like some rabid hymen."

"It's hyena, dumbass," he deadpan corrected, "you've never back down from a fight, fatass what's your deal?"

"What?," Cartman blurted out confused, "I haven't back down on anything, didn't you see how I took Heidi's ass whooping? That's some determination I got there."

"I'm talking about the challenge! You bailed like a complete pussy!" He screamed in an acussing manner.

Cartman eyed him amused, "OHH– I completely forgot about that shit."

"Ofcourse you did, cause now days you've only been a whipped bitch. You're completely acting like a love stuck Stan."

"Aye! Low blow right there! I'm in love, and being in love changes you in many ways, Kahal! I'm distracted cause I don't want to lose my chance with Yentle. I got alot of competition out there, dude! Try to understand where I'm coming from.

I'm still me and I won't change for some chick," he exclaimed frustrated, exhaling heavily as he rubbed his temples, "I just want to make things serious with Yentle and I'll go back to my usual self, kahal.

Yentle is special to me, I don't want to lose her."

He huffed crossing his arm, dismissively.

"Then lets finished were we left off," he sneered, causing Cartman to raise his brows in surprise.

"What? You mean like.. right now?" Eying the isolated area before looking his way, "wouldn't that make it gay..? I mean, we're completely alone and there's no other witnesses here and-"

"Chicken?"

"No! I just- I think it's kinda weird to suggest.. I don't think I'm comfortable knowing there's no one else.. the whole point about witnesses is for it to seem it's a challenge and not two boys seemingly wanting to experiment," he kept on blabbering, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Fine," he spat sternly, looking for the first stray dog he could find, placing it in front of them, "there. Now there's a witness, comfortable now, fatass?."

Cartman arched a brow looking at the dog that was licking its balls, scratching his head in confusion.

"I don't know.. it kinda feels like you're actually desperate for me to–"

"KISS ME OR I'LL FOREVER CALL YOU A CHICKEN BACKTRACKING LOSER"

"Alright Goddamn!" Cartman exclaimed nervously ceading in, "who put you such immense piles of sand up your vagina," he mumbled out, before tentatively placing his chubby hand on his shoulders.

He leaned instantly closing the small gap between them, finally feeling himself relaxed from that previous tension. He cupped Cartman's cheeks deepening the kiss, flavoring Cartman's mouth as he licked them entirely before shoving his tongue in him receiving a 'hmph!' From Cartman who kept his hands still on his shoulders seemingly not moving a single muscle just letting him lead the entire thing.

He frowned already feeling the lack of hand grabbing from the opposite; with Stan and Kenny he was all over the place but with him he was all stiff and tense, it was really making him feel unwanted.

Which technically he was.. but still.

He began gently caressing Cartman's cheek with his thumb, kissing him in small pecks before deepening it further, somehow trying to make Cartman realize his feelings with the connection they're making.

He felt Cartman's hands carefully place on his neck before sliding down his chest, slowly backing himself away breaking the kiss. Eying him fanatically, still grasping what happened.

"I think.. I'll accept defeat just this once," he winced out almost pitying, removing his hands off pushing him lightly away.

He looked his way with his mouth agape, swallowing hard as he saw Cartman stand up. He didn't bother looking at him as he walked off, he knew damn well Cartman just rejected his ass.

Theres no damn way Cartman wouldn't had realized his feelings by that point, he may be stupid but he wasn't that stupid.

He felt his cheeks reddened with embarrassment as tears fell their way down, feeling his throat dry up as he clenched his fist frustrated, ashamed, humiliated and defeated.

°°°°

"I'm giving you a one in lifetime opportunity here, Kyle," Cartman said while laying on his bed with his arms behind his neck, "I'm letting this slide for the sake of our broship."

He had decided to go talk with Cartman after three dense days with out giving each other a single glance, luckily it didn't seemed to be questioned by their gang.

Cartman had different classes as him out of those three days sharing atleast two classes in each day, if you exclude wednesday where it was actually one. So it wasn't outta the ordinary to not be seen around together even though at the bus stop it was very noticeable the bickery absence of the two.

Gosh, he was even pronouncing his name correctly.

"Look, dude, I personally don't want to ruined what we have."

"And I COMPLETELY agree with you on that, jew. But it's kinda hard to not act like things haven't changed if you keep giving me the googly eyes," Cartman added with a weird hand gesture signaling his eyes as he bashed his eyelashes in a dramatic effect.

"I'm not giving you "the googly eyes", fatass," he spat dryly, "I just want things to be normal between us, that's it."

"Uhuh," he rolled his eyes, seemingly not believing that.

"What?"

"Nothing–" he dragged his word, before getting off from bed, "look, just.. don't expect me to correspond of some shit like that. I may be quarter bi but that doesn't mean I have to go and accept any confused jew my way," he exclaimed not so long, placing his hands on his hips.

"I'm in love with Yentle, and I'm planning to make her my girlfriend this Friday and I don't want you getting in my way from doing that," he pointed accusatory at him

He couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Okay, fine. Friends?"

"Rivals," he corrected with a soft smile.

He frowned, but nodded reluctantly after a few seconds.

"Okay, but– now that you know about my-"

"Kahal, you better not come to me with that shit of being some clingy obnoxious pursuer, I made myself clear to you that NO gay shit!

Just us, being completely ourselves, the normal casual 'i do that, you disagree with that" type of stuff."

"Fine. But I can't promise you shit."

"Wooow, fine whatever. Just don't ruin my thing with Yentle and I won't try killing you," he shrugged, before looking through his closet, "do you want to.. play video games?"

He supposed their was no choice but to reluctantly having to accept the 'no' just this once. Even if that meant having to see the boy he's been pursuing for almost the entire years of his life get entangled with a girl who knows so little about him.

"Sure, but I take the white controller."

"What!? Nu-huh, kahal, that's the good controller!"

Even if he still didn't manage to fully do what they agreed on, having a couple of slips and making some moves on Cartman. It was still inevitable to prevent him from marrying the woman he hopelessly fell in love with and now building a family together after finishing their college years.

He won't deny Yentle has done a great job on calming Cartman down as a person, being experienced in the matter, he felt quite envious. But grateful too.

Sometimes he wonder, if he had manage to convince himself on falling to Cartman's little set up play with Yentle, would things have been different?

“Uncle Kyle, uncle Kyle!” He heard Moisha call him from outside his house, entering his home like if it were his own like a complete Cartman would. Menorah following behind, beaming.

“We got the best of news!” The girl exclaimed, now both children stood infront of him while he was just laying on the couch with a glass of wine.

“Let me guess, your father finally divorced your mother?” He responded quite unresponsive, eyes drifted to the ceiling, definetly the alcohol talking.

“Dont be silly, uncle Kyle!” Moisha ignore his obvious remark, already very use to his bitterly attitude by now, “my dad is gonna take us to disney world next week!”

“Oh, how fun,” he said sarcastically, before resting his head on the couch leaning deep of the abyss comfort as he closed his eyes.

Moisha climb the couch gripping on his shoulders shaking him frantically, “uncle Kyle stop being such a sore loser because our dad rejected your ass in high school and listen to usssss!”

“Alright, what?” He spat almost shoving the boy off, but was met with the most pleading big eyes. He soften now looking at both children.

Moisha jump back on his heels next to his sister still beaming happily, “papa said we can take two friends along with us, we were wondering if we can take Adam and Eve with us?”

He stare blankly in thought. The idea of letting his children go with the Cartman's thrilled him in many ways. But then again..

“Dont you guys not get along? Im pretty sure Adam doesn’t like you Moisha.”

“But he likes Menorah! And we don’t really have many other friends their parent would trust enough to let them go with us on a trip that long,” he admitted, sadness appearing in both their face.

“How long exactly this is?”

“Two days!”

“Pretty much the weekend, but daddy is gonna get us back on the road before 8 of the night so we arrive at south park early before school!

So mr perfect attendance won’t miss school either, and our mom and dad would be switching turns so you don’t have to worry about sleep crashing like the paranoid ass you are,” Menorah now added, also a small insult towards Adam's way.

Not that he was faze by it either, those two didn’t get along at all, but he resonated with his son’s determination to pursue the girl he likes so much.

Ironically also being a Cartman, maybe even hopeful he could have the luck or chance he wasn't given.

“Well, if you convince Adam on going, then sure, why not?” He shrugged before sipping on his wine while both kids cheered excitedly while dashing back outside.

°°°°

"The fuck dad!?" He heard his son scream from the living room slamming the front door while he was making a sandwich in the kitchen counter.

"Hmm?" He mustered still unfazed by the curses his way, finally giving a bite to his sandwich now eyeing his raged son who glared from the frame door.

"You told the Cartman's I'll be going to their lame ass trip!?"

"Well, not exactly completely settle things out–" the phone ring and he pick it up, still munching on his sandwich. "Hello? Oh, hey fatass. Yeah dude, your kids told me already," he glanced Adam's way, who was basically murdering him with a stare, "totally cool for me, was just— talking to Adam about it he's super thrilled to go. Yeah, okay. Alright then it's settle, Friday morning you can pick up my kids, m-hmm Alright, bye."

And with a clack, he hang up.

"Okay, now it's settle." He finished, giving another bite of his sandwich, now placing it on a plate.

"Dude! I had plans this Saturday. Me and the guys are going to the haunted mansion of Donovans!"

"Was. I already told Cartman you and Eve are going."

"Ughhh not fair!" He groaned exasperated.

"You know, back in my day me and your uncles would've died by the idea of going to Disneyland," he commented nostalgic, opening the fridge and grabbing some juice.

"Yeah, it's sooo fun to go to a place of greedy money eating homophobic mother fuckers and mascots that sexually assault their target audience. How fucking exciting—" he stated sarcastically, "Oh and let me add being around the most cringe lovingly family of all South Park!"

"C'mon it's not that bad."

"Would you stay a night at the Cartman's!?" He declared incredulous.

"I would if I could," he mustered, not paying much mind and grabbing a glass.

"Ugh, here you go again with your creepy obsession with uncle Eric."

"In my defense he started it!" He barked back pointing accusing, "it doesn't matter, you're going to disneyland you like it or not."

"Agh! I hate you!" He grunted out loud before storming off to his room.

He sighed drinking his orange juice.

Having a family himself he's learned to mellow down his anger, but not so surprisingly his children heritage his.. attributes. Or as Cartman would say his 'Jewish rage'.

Anyone would think he'd keep himself away from finding love elsewhere even if he has to repress his urges on pursuing a married man.

Though, during that period of love searching he only found a woman who eventually cheated on him with the Amazon deliver guy and in all honesty didn't love at all, but it really left him feeling bitter about it.

Only good that came out from that reckless marriage was his children: Adam and Eve.

Adam has always been a caring and nice boy, but ever since his mother abandoned them he's become quite rebellious. Though, he truly doesn't blame him.

And Eve, however, was very young when their mother decided to bail so she didn't seem to take the affect as bad as Adam did. She did feel the absence of a mother figure but she's the same as always; sweet, caring and loving.

Sometimes he wonder how the hell did Cartman manage to he a better father than him?

"Okay, is that it?" Cartman asked shoving two small suitcases closing the truck.

"Yeah, that's all of it," he stated now looking at his children, Eve getting inside the car and being warmly welcome by Mrs. Cartman with a baby in arms.

Adam on the other hand watched reluctantly at the two other children who peeked from the window.

"C'mon you little wuss, what's taking you so long!?" Menorah mustered out loud, annoyed.

"Don't call me a wuss, you bitch!" Adam hissed back, glaring.

Yeah, his ways weren't very affectionate or romantic at the minimum.

But Adam never grew tired of ranting how 'cute Menorah's frown was' or that she looked 'cute with the new hair ties' she'd use. Being victim of his son's caramelized crush, having to endure hearing all of his mix rants about how Menorah was both an 'hypocrite little snake' to a 'adorable sweet caring girl'.

"Don't call me a bitch you ass licker!"

"Don't call me an ass licker you–"

"Can you guys both shut the fuck already and get inside," Moisha chimed in bored, "pussy whipped."

"Shut up fatboy, don't tell me what to do!" He spat, before reluctantly entering the car and slamming the door harshly.

"Aye! I ain't fat you dumb jew!"

"I swear, Moisha I would not hesitate on punching you on that smug face of yours and you're also jewish you dumbass!"

"It's MOISHE not Moisha! M-O-I- SH-EEEE pronounce it right!"

"Language children!" Cartman scold a little too late, not taking it too seriously as he cleaned the lenses of his glasses unbothered. But they all kept their voices low after that, "anyways, I'll call once we're there," he added heading towards the car and entering the driver seat, following behind he leaned against the window knocking lightly as Cartman lower the window.

Both Cartman and Yentle looking confused at him.

"Just wanted to wish you guys a nice trip and–" he smirked mischievous, seeing how Cartman turned the engine on, "I'm— sailing away set an open ofcourse for the virgin sea~"

"Goddammit, Kahaaal!" Cartman screamed frustrated hitting the wheel, holding it out before bursting, " 'CAUSE I'VE GOT TO BE FREE FREE TO FACE THE LIFE THAT'S AHEAD OF ME‐" he kept singing now driving off with confused children and a concerned wife at his full care.

He snickered as he watched the car leave from sight.

It wasn't too bad being given a no.

Though, now he wasn't sure if he could consider Cartman as family.

Prev.

#south park #eric cartman #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #kyman #sp kyman #sp two-parter #oneside kyle brofloski !! #i tried searching for the post were i got the gay chicken concept from but i couldn't find it:c #kyle being the bitter uncle of the family gives me so many ideas 😂

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Drunk S/O Scenarios: Takeomi Akashi/ Keizo Arashi / Keisuke Baji/ Ran Haitani/ Rindou Haitani /Sanzu Haruchiyo/ Kakucho Hitto/ Wakasa Imaushi / Hakkai Shiba/ Taiju Shiba/ South Terano x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you're drunk. Are they? and how do they react?

wc: 3.2k

tw: suggestive, not fully NSFW

masterlist

song recommendation:

Takeomi Akashi

Omi really isn't the best help when it comes to drunken nights.

He's a pretty standard drinker (read: heavy) himself, but when you're drinking, he doesn't go overboard.

So you when you find yourself drinking too much, or when he finds you drinking too much, he takes you straight home to avoid any embarrassing... situations.

"Babe, can we get a swan for the backyard?" Takeomi frowns, hoisting you out of his truck and lacing his arm around your shoulder.

"Not sure about th--"

"Can we?" Your voice slurs and Takeomi hums an 'I'll think about it'. "The neighbors have swans. Why can't we?"

"We don't have a pond, sweetheart," Takeomi murmurs, opening the door to the house slowly, then leading you inside the foyer. "Do you think that maybe we could get swan floaties or--"

"No, I want the real thing!" you shout, and Takeomi sighs, shaking his head.

"Okay, okay," he whispers. "You need anything? I'm going to put you in the bed and then get some water for you."

"I need a swan."

"Don't worry, honey. We'll get you a swan." It takes him a little time to get you undressed, but when he gets you under the sheets, he places a tender kiss on your forehead. "I'll get you a swan as soon as possible."

Takeomi wanders into the kitchen, wiping his face and wondering if he should really splurge on that swan while he fills a glass up with water.

"And they're so fucking majestic!" you call out, no doubt in the bed with your arms spread like wings. "Like... like birds but fancy birds..."

"Fancy birds, eh?" Takeomi chuckles, sliding the glass of water onto your nightstand. "Like peacocks?"

"Oh..." You shoot up in the bed, eyes wide. "We could get a peacock."

"Why do I open my dumb mouth," your boyfriend wonders, shaking his head as he sits next to you. "You want a peacock?"

"And a swan," you affirm, nodding. "Two birds, one credit card."

Keizo Arashi

Keizo is a smart guy; he always brings the "drunk kit" with him.

And you never know about it because you're always drunk when he uses it.

He also knows what to bring on his "rescue missions", which is just picking you up from whatever party you've gone to.

"Make sure you call when you're ready, babe."

"I will," you reply, leaning into him and kissing his lips. "Love you, babe."

"Love you, too. Have a good time." You hop out of the car, then disappear into the club where the bachelorette party is being held. Keizo pulls off, then checks his watch. He has about five hours before you'd call, which is enough time to run some errands, take a short nap, watch some TV, and then be ready to pick you up.

And when your phone call comes, he's fully prepared.

"Hey, babe; you ready?" Keizo asks, fully prepared to hear you say 'yes' confidently.

"Big daddy..." you sing on the other end of the phone. "Come and get me..." Keizo swallows hard. It's one of those nights.

"You feeling okay?" he wonders, getting up from the couch.

"Yeah," you mumble. "Just ready to go..."

"Okay, I'm on my way." The "drunk kit" is tossed in the front passenger seat and Benkei arrives in record timing. He retrieves you from the club, then easily slides you into the passenger side, tossing the blanket over your legs and placing a kiss on your forehead. "Alright, headed home."

"Can we stop by McDonald's first?" you wonder, reaching your hand out to stroke his forearm. "I want some fries."

"On it. How are you feeling?" Keizo asks, focusing on the road as he pulls away from the curb.

"Tired."

One Happy Meal later, you're slumped in the car, snoring softly. A small neck pillow is produced from the drunk kit to support your neck. No stiff necks in the morning, Keizo thinks to himself as he pulls into the garage.

He carries you out of the car in his arms, holding you close while you mumble about your happy meal toy.

"I'll get it in a minute, sweetie. Let's get you to bed, yeah?" Once he's got you in the bed, he retrieves your Happy Meal and Sprite, and props you up in bed while you recount the events of the night. But when you go quiet, Keizo finds that you're laying bed with your hand in your fries, snoring away.

He takes the toy and BBQ sauce, then reaches for the fries.

"I'm still eating those," you suddenly announce, eyes snapping open.

"Alright, alright," Keizo chuckles, walking out of the room with the empty drink and toy, smiling to himself.

Keisuke Baji

Baji isn't half bad at helping out his s/o with being hungover or drunk.

He's a little weird about it - don't do it if you can help it - but when you find yourself drunk, he'll come to pick you up.

"Up you go!" Baji hoists you onto his bike, placing the too-large helmet on your head and clipping it under your chin. "Hold on tight and don't let go for anything."

"'Kay," you nod, a smile tugging at your lips. "Not for anything."

"Good girl." Baji revs his bike once, twice, then speeds off into the night, one hand holding your arms as he rides down the streets. "You alright back there?"

"Yeah!" you shout over the wind, eyes firmly shut.

"Almost there."

When you arrive back home, you step off the bike carefully, then begin to walk inside, forgetting the helmet on your head. You're almost to the bathroom when you hear Baji's quick footsteps behind you.

"Hey, little Ms. Helmet Head, I need that back." He reaches around you to unclip the device, then sets it on the floor. "Wow, you look great with helmet hair," he chuckles, and you quickly find your way to the mirror, examining your new hairdo.

"I look like I just rolled out of a bird's nest," you mutter and Baji cackles in the master bedroom. "Not funny!"

"My little bird's nest baby," he coos walking into the bathroom and pressing unbidden kisses to your cheeks. "Such a cute momma bird, too."

"Stop, Baji," you hiss half-heartedly, but he silences you with a deep kiss, holding you close.

"Maybe we could make little baby birds," Baji whispers in your ear, trying not to burst into a fit of giggles.

"No!" You push at his chest while he laughs wildly, and you leave him in the bathroom, stripping out of your clothes and crawling under the sheets. "You're sleeping in the tub tonight," you grumble, pulling the sheets over your head.

"Oh, I'll make a nest in here, too!"

Ran Haitani

Ran isn't the type to go out to clubs and do things in excess.

He's a (kind of?) stay-at-home-and-chill dude, so if you want to have fun, you can do it with his supervision in the house.

He won't mind. Really.

"It's like a private show," Ran hums, watching you dance to pop music in the living room. You'd had just enough tequila to get yourself loose, and now you're swinging your hips and tossing your hair around.

"You can come and dance with me, you know," you pause, crooking your finger at him.

"Oh, yeah?" Ran gets up from his seat and captures your hips in his hands, feeling them roll against his own with little shame. "You'd do it like this in the club, too, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah," you giggle, twirling one of his braids around your finger. "Then I'd let you fuck me in the VIP room."

"So, you're saying that I just need to buy you drinks and dance with you, then I can fuck you?"

"Of course."

"Won't your boyfriend mind?" he questions and you shake your head.

"He's a really chill guy. Would probably want to watch, y'know?" Ran chuckles.

"He likes watching, hmm? Interesting... I should meet this guy. Sounds like we'd get along."

"It's you, dummy," you remind him and he bites at your earlobe, chanting,

"I know, I know. Now, can we go to that VIP room? I think it's time for a little show..."

Rindou Haitani

Rin is a bit of a stranger when it comes to personal experience with drunken girls.

But he's so understanding, it doesn't really matter.

At first, he tried to mimic Ran's suave and cool persona, but that didn't quite work, so he's just being as helpful as he can.

"You need anything? Water? Food? A pillow?"

"I'm fine, Rin," you laugh, waving your worried husband off. "Look, I even got myself into bed."

"Yeah, but..." he pauses. "You're drunk and I don't want you to have an accident."

"I'll need a shower in the morning and some painkillers, but that's it," you hum. "You're such a sweetheart." Rindou melts at these little compliments you give him at times when he's not sure of what he's doing. "You're doing great."

"Look at you, encouraging me when you're the one who's drunk."

"It's what you need right now," you whisper, reaching a hand out to stroke his cheek. "Love you, my little jellyfish." Rin's cheeks heat up at your nickname for him and he kisses your palm repeatedly.

"Can I get you some bread, maybe?"

"Mmm..." You perk up. "Maybe some brioche from the pantry?"

"On it."

"With some butter and toasted?"

"Sure thing." Rin marches off to the kitchen and does just that, buttering the bread on both sides after fetching it from the toaster. When he returns to the room, you're still in bed, but fast asleep.

Rin lifts a piece of bread to his mouth and takes a bite of it, realizing you had him make it for himself for the sleepless night he was bound to have, watching over you.

Sanzu Haruchiyo

Sanzu is drunk with you.

Sorry, there's no other option.

You both wake up in his car the next morning, hungover as shit.

"More shots!"

That's the last thing you heard before you blacked out in the club. And now, you sit up in the cramped backseat, eyes adjusting to the light streaming in the car windows.

"Sanzu?" you groan, looking around the car. You find the pink-haired man asleep at the wheel, his mouth mashed into the steering console. "Hey..."

You push at him gently, then rock him back and forth, trying to wake him from his drunken stupor.

"Hey!" Sanzu jolts up, looking at you sleepily with one eye open.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"I think we did a rager again," you grumble, wiping your eyes. "We need to go home and detox."

"What's a detox?"

"Should we get a cab or just drive like..." Sanzu eyes the wheel for a moment before muttering.

"I can drive, I can drive. Done this plenty of times."

Somehow you make it home, but barely, just as Sanzu falls asleep again, coasting into your garage at 1 MPH. The car stops, then you get out, wobbly kneed.

"Can you get me some water?" he croaks, holding up a hand.

"Just get out of the car first," you complain, trying to hoist him out of the seat and into the back door. "If we make it to the kitchen, we can get as much water as we want."

You both pass out right at the laundry room, slumped on the floor beside the washer and dryer. Looks like the water would have to wait...

Kakucho Hitto

Kakucho is just a freaking sweetheart.

He probably holds your hair if you're throwing up and makes you soup to make things better when you're drunk.

He's just great all around and is the best to his s/o.

"Sorry," you sob into your boyfriend's chest, trying not to stain his sleep shirt. "I got sick all over your nice, new suit and--"

"It's just a suit," Kakucho laughs, stroking your hair. "Nothing more."

"But it's so beautiful with the swirls and the birds..."

"The swirls and the birds can be dry-cleaned. You need to get some rest."

"Okay," you reply nervously. "You're not mad?"

"I'd never be mad at you, baby," Kaku murmurs, pulling the thin sheet over you so you don't overheat in the night. "It's just a suit."

"Will Mikey be mad?"

"Mikey won't be mad."

"And... and Koko won't be mad?" Kakucho lets his fingers drift over your cheek, then back down to your lips where he presses two fingers there.

"Shh, shh... Kokonoi won't be mad. No one will be mad, sweetheart. Least of all, me." He presses a kiss to your forehead, then one to your lips. "Get some sleep."

"Will you be here with me?"

"Always." He smiles brightly. "I'll always be here."

Wakasa Imaushi

Waka lets you have as much as you want to drink - he's not going to stop you.

And he'll let you have your drunken moments at your birthday party.

But after everyone's gone, there's a lot of aftercare to be done.

"Here's an icepack for that bruise," Waka mumbles, placing the cold pack on your knee. You hiss in pain, but then thank him for his kindness with a pat on the head.

"You... you do so much for me," you slur, slumping into the chair with a sigh. "So sweet."

"Taking care of you is a priority and an obligation," he mentions, rubbing your swollen ankle tenderly. "And it's your birthday."

"We had so much fun!" you exclaim jovially. "And I'm so drunk..."

"Yeah," he replies, hoisting you up from your position. "Really drunk. Here, hop on your leg while you lean on me, babe." You both manage to hop-walk to your bedroom, where Waka proceeds to prop up your injured leg under a pillow and then make you extremely comfortable.

"You should be out in a few minutes, but I'll get you some painkillers and water for the morning." You imagine you doze off between his walk to the medicine cabinet and back, because when you open your eyes again, you see him hovering over you, placing his hand on your forehead while muttering that you're hot to himself.

"I know," you reply, throat dry. "So hot I'm burning up like the sun."

"Bad joke," he reminds you and you chuckle, shoulders shaking.

"You love them."

"No, I love you. There's a huge difference."

Hakkai Shiba

"Hey, hey, don't drink so much" is Hakkai's signature phrase.

But somehow you got three shots of vodka past him, and it's really kicking your ass.

He has the smarts to get you out of there before anything gets worse and then allows you to decompress back at the apartment.

"Don't-- don't take your clothes off here!"

"But it's so hot," you reply, shrugging your tank top off.

"At least wait until we're in the bedroom." You obey, if sullenly, and walk to the bedroom quickly, proceeding to take off your shoes and skirt. Hakkai quickly picks them up and stumbles behind you into the bathroom, where you're turning on the shower.

"Wait do you--"

"I'm taking one. You can join if you want."

You don't wait for his answer, instead choosing to get in and letting him decide. It takes him more than a few minutes to choose, but he asks himself what happens if you slip in the shower and then he's in, still fully clothed.

"Here, I'll help," he mumbles, helping you wash for the evening, his hands running over your bare skin with timid strokes.

"Take your clothes off," you whisper, fumbling with the t-shirt and jeans. "Let me wash you, too."

Shit. Hakkai needs no excuses.

Once the steam clears, he's wrapping you in a towel and murmuring sweet nothings in your ear. And you let him lead you to the bed once you're both dry, where you fall asleep in his embrace.

Taiju Shiba

Taiju doesn't like drinking, but he won't stop you from doing what you want. You're Mrs. Shiba, of course.

So you spend your Thursday evenings with the other housewives, watching soap operas and getting drunk off good wine.

But when you host it at your home... it's a different story.

"Flex your muscles for us, Tai," you tease, leaning over to see the man standing in the kitchen, slicing an apple.

Taiju looks up and cocks a brow, but then sees the other faces staring back at him. So he does a weak flex, then goes back to cutting the apple meticulously.

"Oh, come on Taiju," you croon, standing up and walking over to him. "Give us a really good flex." Taiju watches you come around the kitchen island and squeeze his arms while laughing loudly.

"I don't want to poke your eyes out," he chuckles, setting down the knife. "But just one, okay? Then I have to back to making this pie."

"Just one time," you promise, smiling brightly at him.

"Alright, alright." Taiju really flexes, showing off all his muscles, and the women in your living room cry out in delight.

"Mr. Shiba! You're so buff!"

"Mr. Shiba, my goodness!"

"Thank you, baby," you murmur, kissing his bare upper arm.

"Yeah, yeah." He places a piece of apple in your waiting mouth and smacks you on the ass. "Anything for Mrs. Shiba."

South Terano

South... South is kind of interesting when it comes to alcohol.

He drinks in excess, but only when he feels it's safe.

And you? Drinking?

"Open your mouth."

"Is it more drinks?" you question, laughing. "You should come and play the drinking game with us sometime, babe."

"It's water," South firmly states. "You either drink the bottle or you'll waterfall it, you choose."

"Waterfall."

South angles the water bottle so you're just getting enough to get your throat wet, but not enough that you'll choke. Once you're done swallowing, he picks you up in his arms. You have almost .02 seconds to realize that he's tipping you over his shoulder, but when you do, you playfully beat at his back with your hands.

"South! You're such a brute!"

"It's bedtime," he announces. "No more drinking games for you tonight."

"Awww..." The sound of your pouting drives South up a wall normally, but he knows tonight that it's all in jest. "Just one more drink?"

"Nope," he grunts, sliding you off his shoulder and onto the bed with a thump. You giggle as he begins to take your shoes off, tossing them over his shoulder unceremoniously. But you know that it's only leading up to him massaging them slowly, taking his time with each toe, and making sure your sore feet are soothed before you fall asleep.

And it's the quickest way to get you to be compliant enough for him to ask about your day, work, how the girls are, etc, etc. Otherwise, you'll just tease him endlessly and make him feel a bit silly for even trying to be serious with you.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" South wonders softly, his eyes flicking towards your dazed expression.

"Yeah," you murmur. "Had a great time."

"Good, good." He massages your feet in silence for a bit more before he hears your gentle snores, each one soothing his nerves. South turns off the light, lays beside you, and sighs, one hand on your chest while you rest in drunken bliss.

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[acreepqueen]

Android Boyfriend (Part I)

You had never had a particular interest in androids. In fact, they scared you a little bit. The way they too perfectly resembled humans and their stiff and unnatural movements freaked you out. As if that wasn’t enough, their cold, emotionless eyes sent shivers through your very core. Okay, so maybe they scared you a lot. It was a miracle that, despite your fear, you never treated them any poorer than you would a human worker. Although they frightened you, it irked you to treat something that looked so human like a machine or pet. Everyone close to you knew of your fear, including your parents, which is why your “house-warming” gift came as a surprise.

“A-an android?” you managed to splutter out, staring at your mother incredulously. Your blood ran cold at the idea of sharing your home with a robot. All while she helped you unpack, your mother had been practically bubbling with excitement. Apparently, this was the surprise she had planned. 

“Of course, dear! Since you’re living all alone now, we thought it’d be good for you to keep you company or help you out around the house,” she explained. She looked down at her watch and let out a startled gasp.

“I’m late! We’ll have to catch up another time. Take care of yourself, okay?” she exclaimed before racing out of the house.

With a shaky sigh you stepped closer to get a better look at it, or rather him. You weren’t sure if gender even applied to androids, but this one looked more masculine. Androids were expensive and were often not refundable. If you refused this gift your parents would both be hurt and out on a lot of money. 

At first glance, you could mistake him for a human. He had chestnut brown hair and sharp features that provided a stark contrast with his eyes. They may have been doe-like and brown but there was clearly no spark behind them as he looked straight through you. At his joints, you could also see bits of polished metal his ‘skin’ didn’t entirely cover.

“...Hello,” you finally mustered up the courage to say. Your stomach lurched forward when those cold eyes focused on you and he smiled. Perhaps  it was the fact that he didn’t blink, or the choppy-nature of his movements but you were utterly terrified.

“Hello, user! I am OMI-0175. Is this your current residence?” he asked, not breaking eye contact once. Unable to find your voice, you just nodded. He paused for a moment to process the information before continuing on.

“What do you need my assistance for?” he questioned, eerie smile still in place. Truth be told, you didn’t really need his help with anything. Panicking a bit you just shrugged.

“...I-I don’t know? You can just make yourself comfortable?” you mumbled. The robot nodded, but didn’t move and just stared at you. Creepy. With a forced smile you retreated to your room upstairs. The gifts your parents had given you over the years had always been a bit quirky, especially from your mother. Still, this was crossing a line. That night, you hastily got ready for bed and locked your door behind you. You weren’t going to take any risks. 

The next morning, sunlight coaxed your eyes open and you let out a low groan. In your haste to go sleep last night you had forgotten to close your curtains. A yawn slipped from your mouth as you rubbed your eyes. Reluctantly you threw of the covers and your muscles protested when you got up. Your stomach growled angrily and you shuffled into the kitchen. It smelled slightly of coffee and a sort of intangible staleness that you had grown comfortable with. You stretched before opening your large fridge and fishing out the jug of milk.

“Good morning, user!” the android’s voice echoed throughout the kitchen. Splat. Suddenly, you had a pond of milk on your floor. With a shaky sigh you managed to smile at the droid and quickly grabbed some paper towels to clean up your mess.

“Please, let me,” he offered, that dreadful smile once again on his face. You shuddered, but somehow managed to hand him the paper towels. Within seconds your mess was cleaned up and the towels were disposed of.

“Th-thanks,” you stuttered out. The android continued to watch you as you went about your routine in the kitchen. Though, the strong smell of coffee in the morning usually calms your nerves, it couldn’t distract you from the bot’s cold stare.

“S-so, what do you do?” you said, trying to distract and distance yourself from the situation. His words had zero inflection when he spoke. It sounded like he was reading from an instruction manual.

“I am typically used for domestic tasks, such as cooking and cleaning, though I can do anything within the scope of your laws, user. What would you like me to do?”

Grimacing, you took a slow sip from your coffee cup in an attempt to buy some more thinking time. Still, you had no idea what you would even want him to do.

“I don’t know? You could read some books or watch some T.V.? You don’t have to do anything, though,” you said, your voice cracking nervously. With only a moments hesitation he nodded and strode over towards your living room. You weren’t sure how he knew where it was. Perhaps he had looked around last night? The thought made your skin crawl a bit, but it was easier to distract yourself when he wasn’t in the room with you. Out of sight out of mind, you suppose.

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It was a long couple of weeks getting adjusted to an extra presence in your home. Though his quiet nature and seeming unawareness of human social behaviors gave you many scares throughout the day. Sometimes you’d open a door or turn the corner only for him to be standing perfectly still with a book in his hand. If he noticed you, he’d often whip around to greet you with that empty smile. He had been acting a bit odd lately. You’d caught him frowning at you a couple of times when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Honestly, that really scared you. With a groan you plopped into your mattress, now staring at your ceiling. You could hide in your room to avoid him forever. Although, your bed was incredibly soft and enticing beneath you. You knew you still had things to do, but a nap did sound rather nice right now. 

All traces of sleepiness were wiped from your mind when a loud knock sounded at your bedroom door. With a startled yelp you bolted up from your bed. 

“User, may I enter?”

Even though you knew you were being irrational, you couldn’t help the dread that overcame you. Without thinking, you nodded and then realized he couldn’t see you. Slightly embarrassed now, you piped up.

“Um...May I ask why?” you said walking over to the door. It was locked, but you had a feeling if he really wanted to come inside he could. You felt a little silly, but still gulped at the thought.

“I...need to discuss something with you,” he finally answered. The pause between his words was strange. He almost sounded unsure. You gathered your courage, unlocked your door, and opened it to face him.

“Y-you can come in,” you finally stuttered out. He nodded and walked in past you, his face, like always, unreadable. Nervously, you shuffled your feet in, now staring at him. His doe-like brown eyes focused on you and you twitched slightly. Why wasn’t he saying anything? It was putting you more on edge. Finally, he spoke.

“You don’t like me,” it was a statement, not a question. The color drained from your face and you started fidgeting with your hands. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him! Well, I mean you didn’t exactly enjoy being around him, but you didn’t hate him!

“N-no! It’s not that I dislike you! I-I just...” you couldn’t figure out a way to put it that wasn’t hurtful. At that moment, the floor suddenly seemed much more intriguing than the situation at hand. You pulled at the strands of carpet with your feet, looking anywhere but at the android. Something seemed to click with him and you heard him speak again.

“Oh. You are afraid of me?” this time it was a question. You nodded sheepishly, still not meeting his gaze. He seemed perplexed by this.

“Why? Have I scared you in some way, user?” he asked. You looked up at him and shook your head fervently.

“N-no, you haven’t done anything wrong! I swear!! I’m-I’m just scared of androids!” you admitted. His eyes widened briefly and you could tell that he was a bit startled.

“...Then, why did you purchase me?” he questioned.

“I didn’t. It...you were a gift from my mother,” you sighed. The guilt was just starting to set in. You didn’t know if an android could even have their feelings hurt, but you still felt bad.

“I-I’m sorry,” you finally apologized. The both of you sat in awkward silence for while. He finally stood up and walked out the room, only stopping briefly in the doorway.

“You do not have to apologize to me, user,” he said as he walked down the hallway and out of sight.

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Drabble: Chiyoko pt. 2

“Your sister is behaving strangely again.”

Hiroto sighed. Chiyoko was always behaving strangely and Kazumasa was always complaining about it. As if Hiroto could stop his sister from doing what she wanted. He’d tried and failed every time.

Even so, he turned his head to look at his Chiyoko. She was meant to be on the veranda practicing her calligraphy. She was actually meant to be in the house practicing her calligraphy but she’d thrown a minor tantrum because she wanted to be outside like her brothers. Chiyoko might not have gotten her way had her mother not happened to pass by and witness the scene.

“There’s nothing wrong with her getting a little fresh air,” Lady Shimura had said indulgently. “After all, it’s a lovely day. Let her practice in the sunlight. It may do her good.”

The tutor couldn’t argue with the wife of the jito, so Chiyoko had gotten her way in the end. But she’d abandoned her work and was off near the garden pond chasing butterflies while her poor tutor ran after her. It was actually sort of funny and Hiroto had to suppress a laugh. He wasn’t supposed to encourage her antics.

“I can’t believe our parents are making me marry her,” Kazumasa continued with a frown. “She’s going to be the worst wife ever.”

“She’s only eleven,” Hiroto replied. “My mother says she will mature by the time you are to marry.”

“Your mother lets her do whatever she wants,” Kazumasa said. “She’s going to turn feral if she isn’t careful.”

“You were an unholy terror when you were eleven,” Hiroto pointed out. “You still are. Maybe my sister is the one who is getting the raw deal.”

Kazumasa’s frown disappeared as he barked out a laugh.

“You’re right about that.” he said with a grin. “But still, it’s different for women. They should be more graceful, shouldn’t they?”

And you should be a little more respectful of the jito’s only daughter, Hiroto thought. The one they’ve graciously betrothed to you.

But he left the words unspoken. He himself thought that his sister could stand to show a little more poise every now and then.

“Forget her,” Hiroto said, walking toward the sparring ring. “We’ve got work to do, don’t we?”

He selected a good-sized bokken and gave it a few test swings before turning to Kazumasa.

“Come,” he said, holding the point of it toward his friend. “Let’s duel.”

………………………………………………….

“Kazumasa doesn’t like me,” Chiyoko whispered to him after dinner. 

They were all sitting out in the garden, enjoying sake and the full moon while Lady Sakai plucked out a rhythm on her koto and Lady Shimura played a pleasant melody on her shakuhachi. Hiroto’s father and Lord Sakai were deep in quiet conversation about some private matter and the Shimura boys were laughing boisterously with Lord Sakai’s son. Only Hiroto and his sister were somewhat removed from the revelry.

“What do you mean?” Hiroto asked quietly, shooting a look toward the others to make sure they weren’t listening. “Did he say something to you?”

“No,” she said. “But he says things to you. He said things to you today.”

She made her voice deeper and furrowed her brow.

“‘She’s going to be the worst wife ever,’” she repeated in a fair approximation of Kazumasa’s voice. “‘She’s going to turn feral.’”

Hiroto furrowed his brow. Chiyoko had been across the yard when he and Kazumasa had spoken. There was no way she could have heard what they discussed.

Chiyoko always knew too much. She knew things that were spoken about in hushed tones that she shouldn’t have been able to hear. She seemed to know what people did when they were alone as well. It was absolutely uncanny and spooked Hiroto on more than one occasion. 

“Kazumasa is young and stupid,” he said, trying to ignore the chill that crept up his spine. “There are still many years between now and your marriage. He will come around.”

Chiyoko didn’t say anything, but kicked at a rock with the toe of her zori. Perhaps it was a trick of the moonlight, but it seemed like there was a strange glint in her eye. It might have been the same look in her eyes she had the day she showed up dirty and ragged to Castle Shimura.

“Chiyoko…” He said uncertainly. “Do you want me to say something to mother and father?”

She shook her head.

“They will be angry with him,” she said. “It will cause problems with Lord and Lady Sakai.”

That much was true. His parents thought of her as a gift from the kami and treated her as such. They were much more indulgent with Chiyoko than they had been with any of their sons. If they knew of Kazumasa’s unkind words, they might rescind the betrothal offer and the alliance would suffer. 

“I will speak to him, then,” Hiroto said, but Chiyoko cut him off.

“No,” she said. “I will. I might only be a girl, but I’m a samurai’s daughter. I can fight my own battles. Even if they are only verbal ones.”

“You think you can win against Kazumasa Sakai?” he asked.

“I know that I can,” she said. And she sounded so sure of herself that Hiroto was half-convinced she was right.

………………………………………………….

The revelry ended shortly after their conversation and Chiyoko hadn’t gotten the chance to speak with Kazumasa. Hiroto had planned on saying something to him when they tucked into bed for the evening, but Kazumasa had not yet learned to hold his sake and he was snoring by the time his head hit the futon.

The next morning was busy as well, with servants rushing back and forth to be able to send the Sakai family back home to Omi after the morning meal. Kazumasa complained of a headache and his mother nagging him about making sure all of his things were packed. He was in a foul mood and Hiroto didn’t want to make it worse by lecturing him. 

Perhaps it’s for the best, he thought. By the time we visit them in Omi, Chiyoko will have forgotten all about it.

Upon his father’s instruction, Hiroto and his brothers were to ride part of the way back to Omi with the Sakai retinue to escort them through the Shimura lands. He and Kazumasa usually made a game of racing each other on trips like this, but his friend was sullen and unusually quiet.

“You really did drink far too much last night, didn’t you?” Hiroto asked with a laugh.

“Oh shut up,” Kazumasa groaned.

“Surely the worst of it has passed?”

“I kept breakfast down, didn’t I?” Kazumasa retorted. 

“But only barely from the looks of it.”

“You Shimura are a pain in my ass,” Kazumasa grumbled. “You know your sister spoke to me last night? She had some choice words, that’s for sure.”

Hiroto stopped his horse short.

“What?” he asked. “When?”

“I don’t know,” Kazumasa answered. “I was still half-drunk, I think.”

“Kazumasa,” Hiroto said. “You couldn’t have spoken with Chiyoko last night.”

“I tell you I did,” he argued. “We were out in the garden and she was right in front of me, just as you are now. I remember it. The fireflies were out. The glow made her look like a ghost. She said I needed to watch what I say about her, or she would make things worse than anything I could experience in any of the eighteen hells. It was a little frightening.”

“A dream,” Hiroto said. “It sounds like it was a dream. My sister wouldn’t make threats.”

Kazumasa frowned in thought.

“It seemed real,” he said. “But now that you mention it, I don’t remember speaking to her before we all retired to bed. And I don’t know why I would have gone back out to the garden so late. Or why she would have been there.”

“You had a guilty conscience for speaking ill of her earlier in the day,” Hiroto said. “So you dreamed about it.”

“That’s somehow worse,” Kazumasa groaned. “I wanted to dream about that girl from the teahouse. Tsuna with her big beautiful…”

“Kazumasa!” Hiroto hissed, slightly embarrassed.

“Bah,” he groused.

“Dream or not,” Hiroto continued. “Chiyoko was right. You know how my parents feel about her. If they think you are disrespecting her, they would not hesitate to end the betrothal. That would be bad for both of our families.”

“I know,” Kazumasa said. “She’s just…”

Hiroto shot him a look of warning and Kazumasa shut his mouth.

“Alright, you win,” he said. “I’ll hold my tongue.”

“For once in your life.”

“Pain in the ass,” Kazumasa repeated. “All of you.”

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                              GHOSTLY FIRES OF JAPAN

 Hitodama is the Japanese word for fatuous fire. According to Japanese mythology the souls of dead people recently take this form and appear as spheres of pale blue color with a small tail, particularly in cemeteries and during summer nights. It is believed to herald the arrival of a ghost. There are 100 different variants throughout Japan. There may be positive fires (yoka) and even negative fires called onibi or inka. The inka does not feel warm, it seems phosphorescent. It heralds a spirit and it is rare that it appears driven by its own will. This creates a gloomy and dark atmosphere and appears bluish in color. Below you can find some examples.

 ABURA AKAGO

 This yokai is typical of the area of Otsuhaccho, province of Omi, in Shiga prefecture.

It is said that the sky in the city was crossed by a ball of fire.

The story goes that in the village there was a man who sold oil stolen from a jizo at the street of Otsu. After a while he died and was unable to obtain eternal rest precisely because of his thefts and then turned into a wandering fire.

Then the strange facts began: a child was spotted who started licking the oil from the lamps during the night. The residents had no doubt that it was the reincarnation of the oil thief.

In the North East of Japan there were already in the past stories of mysterious fires that entered the houses from the windows just long enough to "steal" the oil from the lamps and then disappear into the night.

 ABURA GAESHI

 Near the pond of Koya (today it is one of the districts of the city of Itami) in the dark and early summer nights but also in the winter ones mysterious mysterious fires appear.

These fires come from the tomb of Senso which is located south of this pond, cross the embankment and climb Mount Nakayama. Some say they are souls of thieves who have committed theft at the temple, others believe instead that the fires are a torchlight procession on the occasion of a ceremony among foxes (kitsune) that are more to the north.

 AKUROJIN NO HI

In the parts of Ise (in the region of Mie) there was a creature that appeared on rainy nights, looked like a lantern and whoever met it fell ill with fever and then died.

To escape his spell it was necessary to throw himself on the ground and lie on his stomach and wait for him to go away.

 BAKEBI

it is a mysterious fire that roamed antiquity near Omi. It appears on cloudy days and looks like a small fire set on the shores of the lake but that gets bigger and bigger as it gets closer to the mountains. It can also reach a diameter of one meter. On clear nights, however, it never appears.

 INNENBI

It means "fire of the thoughts left" as so many spirits of fire are connected to the feeling of rancor that did not die after the death of a person. In many cases they appear 2 at a time and are often considered to be men and women. It is believed that they are the souls of people who died along the way or of people who met a cruel end.

Others think that the fact that they appear as a couple is the sign that they are the souls of lovers on the run, who have found their end by committing suicide.

 JANJANBI

It is a mysterious fire that appears in the Nara region. The origin of the name of this yokai is particular because it is actually an onomatopoeic sound.

They are usually flames that fly in pairs and those who meet them must immediately lower their heads and not look at them.

In Kyuushu it is called Tenbi, meaning sky fire.

It is as big as a lantern, it can cause fires and if any human being comes into contact with this mysterious entity he ends up getting sick.

To chase it away, just ring a bell.

In the Miyazaki region it appears mostly on rainy nights.

This yokai is linked to a very famous party that takes place on June 7th each year. 20 boys and 20 girls dance in pairs to the sound of music to remember the dance of these mysterious flames.

 KAWABOTARU

These are cold fires that appear at night on the Inba pond, Chiba region.

They are visible to only one at a time even if there are people around this.

During one night a fisherman saw a fireball on his boat. The fire was not hot but it could not be turned off, on the contrary, it grew larger with time.

The man was scared but obviously he couldn't leave the boat. He started waving his arms but eventually the flames disappeared by themselves.

According to some it is fireflies and according to others they are fires generated by tanuki.

They appear especially on rainy or cloudy days in May and June.

 KOSENJOBI

 In some areas it is called senjogahi (battlefield fire). The ancient battlefields are not exactly as they appear. They are not just large expanses of grass steeped in history. They are impregnated with blood, bad memories, tears, pain and anger. Dead souls on those lands become full of resentment and become fire. It is said that the regret of those who die in a violent manner forces his spirit to wander.

Source: Mizuki Shigeru - Encyclopedia of Japanese Monsters 

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Why We’re in Vermont for the Summer

I thought I’d take a step back and explain why we are suddenly blogging from Vermont instead of Mexico.

Our Vermont History

Friends who knew us when we lived in Mamaroneck, NY (1998-2008) know that during that time, we bought a couple of vacation rental houses in Vermont. We wanted a rural place to escape from the hustle bustle of the NY metro area, and we loved New England, where I lived for much of my childhood.

VT House #1: The Lake House

The first house we bought was meant to be our retirement home, and we nicknamed it “The Lake House.” It’s a six-bedroom chalet nestled on a wooded three-quarters of an acre across the street from 200-acre Lake Rescue, where we keep a dock with boats. The kids and I would escape for half of every summer to decompress in the Green Mountains, go swimming and boating, hike nearby trails, sit around a fire pit making s’mores and singing camp songs, gaze at stars and explore Vermont. We had a Zodiac boat with a motor and used to go tubing. Bob came up for vacation a couple of weeks each summer, and otherwise took Amtrak from NY every Friday for a weekend visit. During the winter, we came up on occasional weekends and some school breaks to ski nearby Okemo. I would XC ski on Lake Rescue.

As soon as the contract was signed on The Lake House, we found ourselves in the vacation rental business, because it came with winter seasonal renters, and that was our plan for paying for it.

VT House #2: The Brook House

We bought the second house, which we call “The Brook House,” a couple of years later because the real estate market was booming, and it seemed like a good investment. The Brook House is a 120-year-old, five-bedroom former chicken coop that backs to a creek and Tiny Pond Recreation Area, 400 acres of state forest that no one seems to know exists. Echo Lake is less than a quarter-mile away. The yard is big and there’s a little country store across the street.

We dubbed it “The College Fund.” Alas, that real estate “boom” turned out to be a bubble when the market tanked. The region is only now recovering, so we still own both houses, though the Brook is on the market. One rental home is quite enough to manage from a distance!

Two Houses Filled With Love

The houses, especially the Lake House, are an integral part of our family story, especially since we moved to Colorado in the middle of the kids’ childhoods, so this region served as an anchor for their lives. We filled the houses with people we loved whenever we could. Family – grandpa and grandmas, aunts and uncles, siblings and cousins – and friends came up to the lake for summer vacations, year after year, creating so many dear memories.

Our friend Marie Laguerre brought her twins Omar and Kayla to attend Farm & Wilderness Barn Day Camp (eight miles up the road, and extraordinary) with my kids, and lived in the house for two weeks with us. I remember Omie would eat nothing but ramen noodles. Marya and Mickey Carter did the same with kids Spencer the bed at the Brook House (and I was so proud of myself for adding plastic covers to the mattresses that summer before their arrival), is now a brilliant athlete attending Harvard!

Cousin Jeanine Troisi came and learned to ski one year; another summer she ran a hilly 5K race along Echo Lake not long after giving up smoking. I was so proud of her! My brother Mike, sister-in-law Paula and their three kids visited; we rode bikes together around the lake with the smallest kids in kiddie seats. My nephew Jake and I kayaked into the middle of the lake to watch the Perseids Meteor Shower. Our friend Valerie Rasmussen, who has since passed away, came to hike and waterfall jump one summer, and to ski one winter.

My dear friends Mary and Sam Wiley brought live lobsters from Newport, RI, and we watched lawbstah races on the front deck of the Lake House before enjoying scrumptious steamed lobsters. I think of her whenever I see those lobster pots, which we still have, just waiting for her next visit. Mary came back another year and used the Brook House as a base while visiting colleges with her son Henry. Or was it Frank? I remember Lex’s stuffed lamb Buggya Guy disappeared during that visit, somewhere between going to car to leave for the Killington Adventure Zone to enjoy the alpine slide and arriving at the mountain. Forever a mystery.

(Above - Hiking the Vista Trail at Echo Lake. Below, the view from the top!)

My cousin Loraine Carapellucci and husband Dave Handley brought their three daughters for a week, and our kids really bonded. I remember we had a merry time on the rope swing of Discovery Island, in the middle of Lake Rescue, giving kids Olympic scores for “poses” before they dropped into the water. Alas, that swing is gone now; the tree from which it hung was brought down in the Great Flood of 2012.

We even hosted a Dominican-American girl from the Bronx named Clarissa Delgado through the Fresh Air Fund, to give her her first nature experience. I remember watching stars with Clarissa, a phenomenal sight for a girl accustomed to bright street lights and no view of the starry sky, and teaching her how to fish. In fact, it seems I spent countless summer hours putting worms on hooks and extricating fish from the same hooks over and over as I taught countless munchkins how to fish off the dock. I failed hopelessly to learn to fly fish, however, despite efforts summer after summer from my friend Eddie Eagan, who was director of the local Chamber of Commerce and taught flyfishing on the side.

I loved running around the lakes, and often woke up early to kayak on the misty lake, alone on 200 acres of calm water save for a couple of loons.

(Misty morning on Lake Rescue)

So many thousands of wonderful memories! When we moved to Colorado in early 2009, we were saddened to realize our Vermont summers were abruptly over. We took a financial hit from the recession that took years to recover from, and couldn’t afford to fly the family across the country. So the houses became vacation rental businesses that I managed from afar, and Bob and I would go back every couple of years to make improvements and do work on them.

We sort of forgot that the Lake House was originally supposed to be our home.  

Reconnecting with Vermont

But this past November, we went up and stayed in the Brook House for five weeks after Bob retired. We took Bob’s mom and sister Beth, and it snowed a good two or three feet during our stay. Bob and I spent an hour every morning in the hot tub on the back deck sipping mimosas and enjoying the sound of the creek while snowflakes gently played with our hair and ice from 13-degree mornings formed little spikes on his beard. My brother Phil, wife Rose and son Philip came for Thanksgiving, and 2.0 (pronounced 2-point-oh, as we like to call Philip the 2nd) sat in the same highchair my kids had sat in as he dropped his pieces of stuffing on the rug. My niece Catherine and her daughter Audrey also came for a few days, and Aud built a snowman in the yard.

And suddenly we remembered that these weren’t just vacation rentals. They were our homes! And even though we had left Colorado behind for the traveling life and sort of felt homeless, we weren’t!

Part-Time VT Residents

So we have decided that we will live in Vermont during the summers. The houses give our kids a place to come to from college that feels like home. They can get summer jobs. They can visit their favorite ice cream place (the Ludlow Coffee Company, formerly Scoops) and eat at their favorite pizza joint (Goodman’s American Pie). They can feel anchored.

(Seward’s in nearby Rutland is another favorite ice cream joint.)

We are working hard, though. Because we are trying to sell the Brook House, Bob and I are spending long hours making improvements – painting the house and some doors, pulling up a rug and refinishing a floor, planting grass and landscaping, buying furniture, and hiring and overseeing workmen. But we’re also going for long bike rides on scenic Route 100, a refreshing opportunity after the challenge of riding in Mexico. We’re hiking the Long/Appalachian Trail, enjoying our favorite ice cream places, trying to visit every bar in the Okemo Valley. We’re running and doing yoga and lifting weights, and hanging out on the Tyson Store chatting with neighbors.

Come October, we will head back south of the border and explore Mexico for the next 9 months. But when Lex gets done with their first year at Champlain College in May, we’ll return to the Green Mountain State and move back into The Lake House for the summer. (Hopefully, the Brook House will be sold and college paid for with the proceeds!)

I relish the opportunity to enjoy the region and explore the Green Mountain State more, without the burden of juggling full-time work, as I did when my kids were young. I look forward to connecting to the community and making friends. And I urge our family and friends to come visit! Because the Lake House has in fact turned into our summer retirement home. And we want to build more memories!

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4 Lower Post Rd, Ghent, NY

Price: $209900

Nice country farmhouse on nearly 19 acres with large unfinished addition with separate access that could be used as inlaw apartment or guest quarters. Catskill Mt. views, convenient location, easy commute to Hudson, Chatham and the Berkshires. There are 2 Bill Boards that generate a modest annual income for the property.

99 Hudson Ave, Ghent, NY

Price: $185000

Live in chatham village. Walk to shopping, movies and all other amenities. 2 family home with income opportunity. Large back yard, new water heater, oil tank & burner. Additional possible living space on 3rd floor attic w/ large windows.

Stockport Rd, Ghent, NY

Price: $89900

Great value. Privacy w/southern exposure. Nice mixture of open and wooded areas for building or farming. Small stream at back of lot. ICC schools and only 8 miles to Hudson Amtrak; 10 miles to I-90; 30 minutes to Albany/Pittsfield. Lots of wildlife. Property is priced significantly below assessed value!

76 Water St, Ghent, NY

Price: $1300000

Perfectly sited on a private hilltop within it’s own naturalist’s paradise, this freshly renovated contemporary simply nails it! The moment you cross the threshold you exhale – open space, lofty ceilings, abundant natural light & sweeping views envelope your senses while tasteful, elegant design choices provoke an immediate lasting calm. From there it only gets better as you realize you could live effortlessly with its sea of amenities including, a 2 story stone fireplace, Malm gas stove, gorgeous whitewashed oak floors, Aga kitchen w/ honed granite and walnut butcher block, radiant hea t bathroom floors with marble tiles, 3 master suites, & a deep soaking tub. The 26 acre property offers a saline pool, 3 stables, a swim pond and trails throughout, as well as, a detached workshop, attached garage, a fenced vegetable garden, & the joy of many bluebirds. Relax at home or drive 10 minutes to all that Hudson has to offer. Close to the Berkshires, 2 hrs from NYC. Simple, Peaceful, Done.

148 Hudson, Ghent, NY

Price: $375000

Wonderful 1930 grand Hudson Ave home, set back, from a time when trains ruled in Chatham. Center staircase colonial, with 2 additional rental units behind. Main House has open eat-in Kitchen, with Dining Room, Den, Living Room. All with new flooring. Upstairs there are 2 bedrooms. Plus a studio with separate entrance, now open to the main house, but easily changed back. Pine floors in the Living Room & Dining Room, Tile in the Kitchen, a small BR/office down, and a nice Family Room completes the main floor. 2 Bedrooms up the renovated staircase gives plenty of living space & family priv acy. A great Front Porch is calling out to you on Summer Evenings.

164 Fern Hill Rd, Ghent, NY

Price: $339900

Acres on acres of land at the end of a private road, opens up to the perfect retreat. TWO contemporary style homes with over 2,000 sqft of living space EACH!! Also features humungous garage with indoor basketball court and wood burning stove. Main house master suite features a fireplace and master bath with his and hers sinks. You’ll lose track of how many wood burning stoves and fireplaces there are throughout just waiting to warm up this cozy getaway. Needs updates and personal touches to create the perfect luxurious country escape. Go see for yourself! You don’t want to miss out on t his buy one get 3 deal!!

148 Hudson Ave, Ghent, NY

Price: $375000

Wonderful 1930 grand Hudson Ave home, set back, from a time when trains ruled in Chatham. Center staircase colonial, with 2 additional rental units behind. Main House has open eat-in Kitchen, with Dining Room, Den, Living Room. All with new flooring. Upstairs there are 2 bedrooms. Plus a studio with separate entrance, now open to the main house, but easily changed back. Pine floors in the Living Room & Dining Room, Tile in the Kitchen, a small BR/office down, and a nice Family Room completes the main floor. 2 Bedrooms up the renovated staircase gives plenty of living space & family priv acy. A great Front Porch is calling out to you on Summer Evenings. Two 1 Bedroom rentals in back, also a garage and storage.

26 Valley View Ln, Ghent, NY

Price: $309000

Super sunny and bright colonial home on 3+ acres with long mt. and valley views from inside and out. Great location just 10 minutes from Hudson or Chatham. Rear deck with Sunsetter awning for enjoying the views. Greenhouse attached to house for the gardener in you! Central vacuum, pantry closet in kitchen, radiant heat in FR, generator, and invisible fence for the dog.

52 Nelson Ave, Ghent, NY

Price: $190800

1975 Split level is situated on almost 1.5 acres! The home offers 3 bed, 1 bath, with just under 1350 square feet of living space, and an attached garage. There is a lot of potential in this home. The finished lower level can be a second living area or rec room. Some of the other features include comfortably sized bedrooms, an eat in kitchen, and good natural light. Add a personal touch and turn this into your dream home!

1 German Church Rd, Ghent, NY

Price: $250000

Currently being farmed, this property offers expansive Berkshire views with a meandering brook and both open and wooded spaces.

1700 Route 66, Ghent, NY

Price: $160000

Only 9 miles to Hudson Amtrak, 5 to Main Street Chatham, and multi-use zoning offer perfect conditions for the growing entrepreneur. Enjoy an at-home business, rent out rooms or the entire lower level to offset mortgage. Complete with kitchenette, living room, bedroom, bathroom and private entrance, the separate space is ideal for income or in-laws. Easy year-round access w/large paved driveway surrounded by 5.4 acres. Renovations within the past 10 years include roof, electric, septic, furnace, plumbing, bathrooms and floors. A touch of cosmetic sprucing could make the interior shine. Centrally-located, income generating, and a $160,000 asking, let’s make this happen.

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Houses For Sale in Ghent, NY

All the old house charm with modern conveniences. 2 wood burning fireplaces, wide board floors, exposed beams, dutch doors, front and back enclosed porches all give you a glimpse of the past. Then the fantastic new kitchen with beautiful cabinets, granite counters, new appliances, newer roof, vinyl siding, whole house generator give you a more comfortable modern day home. 4 bedrooms, large eat in kitchen, formal dining room, over sized living room and a family room with vaulted ceiling and 3 walls of windows. Detached garage with loads of space for a work shop or garden shed and a 1 acr e lot with old perennial gardens waiting to be brought back to life. A generational home that has been in the family over 40 years. It sounds and feels like a home with a story, you can be it’s next chapter.

Spacious one floor living. Very large Living room, dining area with wood burning fireplace. Brand new, never been used kitchen with stainless steel appliances. Huge backyard. Mechanicals are updated. Ready to move in.

Easy Fun Chatham Living !!! Perfectly maintained sprawling ranch off a seldom traveled side street. New roof, hardy board siding, trex decks, new appliances, updated utilities , central air, large 3 car detached garage ,gazebo , hot tub, big yard & paved driveway. Short walk to Chatham school, Ball field, MacHayden Theater & stores. Just move your furniture in! 40 minutes to Capital Region, 30 minutes to Gt. Barrington , 20 minutes to Hudson, a few minutes to TSP.

Enchanted and whimsical brick home on 4 acres of land. Walk the grounds and find all the magical ways to landscape around this beautiful home. As you enter, the large windows bring the outside in while you spend time sitting in front of your brick fireplace enjoying some classical music. Updated kitchen, hardwood floors in dining and living rooms. Two bedrooms on main floor and two bedrooms upstairs. Two car garage with small studio. This home just offers . peace.

Beautiful Views from the lovely home nestled on one acre on a quiet country road, with many out-buildings. The main level boasts a new living room with a vaulted ceiling, a formal dining room, a new kitchen with a center island, and new appliances, a master bedroom en suite, and two guest bedrooms, and a bathroom. Downstairs has a family room, and two bedrooms. Many upgrades include a new leach field five years ago, new wiring in 2012, and the home was NYSERDA rated in 2012, A great opportunity – Chatham Schools, minutes to Hawthorne Valley School, and half way between Chatham and Hudson

Keep it simple! This newly renovated two bedroom bungalow is just the place for a full time residence or a great weekend get away! Located in the Hamlet of Ghent walking distance to The Bartlett House, Ghent Playhouse and the Seigel-Kline Kill Conservation Area. Bike to Art Omi or Chatham Village. 20 minutes from Hudson.Just the place to hang your hat! (Agent is related to seller)

Live in chatham village. Walk to shopping, movies and all other amenities. 2 family home with income opportunity. Large back yard, new water heater, oil tank & burner. Additional possible living space on 3rd floor attic w/ large windows.

Great village colonial with 3 car detached garage, walking distance to play ground, restaurants, ball field, tennis courts and post office. Easy commute to Chatham, Hudson and the Berkshires.

A quiet road location just minutes from the Taconic Parkway. Stunning modern interior w/great room, cathedral ceiling, stone fireplace, new kitchen with granite counters. Updated and in excellent condition. Delightful patio in back of house overlooking 3.54 acres of beautiful grounds. Detached garage and shed. A lovely package for the price.

Nice country farmhouse on nearly 19 acres with large unfinished addition with separate access that could be used as inlaw apartment or guest quarters. Catskill Mt. views, convenient location, easy commute to Hudson, Chatham and the Berkshires. There are 2 Bill Boards that generate a modest annual income for the property.

Live in chatham village. Walk to shopping, movies and all other amenities. 2 family home with income opportunity. Large back yard, new water heater, oil tank & burner. Additional possible living space on 3rd floor attic w/ large windows.

Great value. Privacy w/southern exposure. Nice mixture of open and wooded areas for building or farming. Small stream at back of lot. ICC schools and only 8 miles to Hudson Amtrak; 10 miles to I-90; 30 minutes to Albany/Pittsfield. Lots of wildlife. Property is priced significantly below assessed value!

Perfectly sited on a private hilltop within it’s own naturalist’s paradise, this freshly renovated contemporary simply nails it! The moment you cross the threshold you exhale – open space, lofty ceilings, abundant natural light & sweeping views envelope your senses while tasteful, elegant design choices provoke an immediate lasting calm. From there it only gets better as you realize you could live effortlessly with its sea of amenities including, a 2 story stone fireplace, Malm gas stove, gorgeous whitewashed oak floors, Aga kitchen w/ honed granite and walnut butcher block, radiant hea t bathroom floors with marble tiles, 3 master suites, & a deep soaking tub. The 26 acre property offers a saline pool, 3 stables, a swim pond and trails throughout, as well as, a detached workshop, attached garage, a fenced vegetable garden, & the joy of many bluebirds. Relax at home or drive 10 minutes to all that Hudson has to offer. Close to the Berkshires, 2 hrs from NYC. Simple, Peaceful, Done.

Wonderful 1930 grand Hudson Ave home, set back, from a time when trains ruled in Chatham. Center staircase colonial, with 2 additional rental units behind. Main House has open eat-in Kitchen, with Dining Room, Den, Living Room. All with new flooring. Upstairs there are 2 bedrooms. Plus a studio with separate entrance, now open to the main house, but easily changed back. Pine floors in the Living Room & Dining Room, Tile in the Kitchen, a small BR/office down, and a nice Family Room completes the main floor. 2 Bedrooms up the renovated staircase gives plenty of living space & family priv acy. A great Front Porch is calling out to you on Summer Evenings.

Acres on acres of land at the end of a private road, opens up to the perfect retreat. TWO contemporary style homes with over 2,000 sqft of living space EACH!! Also features humungous garage with indoor basketball court and wood burning stove. Main house master suite features a fireplace and master bath with his and hers sinks. You’ll lose track of how many wood burning stoves and fireplaces there are throughout just waiting to warm up this cozy getaway. Needs updates and personal touches to create the perfect luxurious country escape. Go see for yourself! You don’t want to miss out on t his buy one get 3 deal!!

Wonderful 1930 grand Hudson Ave home, set back, from a time when trains ruled in Chatham. Center staircase colonial, with 2 additional rental units behind. Main House has open eat-in Kitchen, with Dining Room, Den, Living Room. All with new flooring. Upstairs there are 2 bedrooms. Plus a studio with separate entrance, now open to the main house, but easily changed back. Pine floors in the Living Room & Dining Room, Tile in the Kitchen, a small BR/office down, and a nice Family Room completes the main floor. 2 Bedrooms up the renovated staircase gives plenty of living space & family priv acy. A great Front Porch is calling out to you on Summer Evenings. Two 1 Bedroom rentals in back, also a garage and storage.

Super sunny and bright colonial home on 3+ acres with long mt. and valley views from inside and out. Great location just 10 minutes from Hudson or Chatham. Rear deck with Sunsetter awning for enjoying the views. Greenhouse attached to house for the gardener in you! Central vacuum, pantry closet in kitchen, radiant heat in FR, generator, and invisible fence for the dog.

1975 Split level is situated on almost 1.5 acres! The home offers 3 bed, 1 bath, with just under 1350 square feet of living space, and an attached garage. There is a lot of potential in this home. The finished lower level can be a second living area or rec room. Some of the other features include comfortably sized bedrooms, an eat in kitchen, and good natural light. Add a personal touch and turn this into your dream home!

Currently being farmed, this property offers expansive Berkshire views with a meandering brook and both open and wooded spaces.

Only 9 miles to Hudson Amtrak, 5 to Main Street Chatham, and multi-use zoning offer perfect conditions for the growing entrepreneur. Enjoy an at-home business, rent out rooms or the entire lower level to offset mortgage. Complete with kitchenette, living room, bedroom, bathroom and private entrance, the separate space is ideal for income or in-laws. Easy year-round access w/large paved driveway surrounded by 5.4 acres. Renovations within the past 10 years include roof, electric, septic, furnace, plumbing, bathrooms and floors. A touch of cosmetic sprucing could make the interior shine. Centrally-located, income generating, and a $160,000 asking, let’s make this happen.

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