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#while i make awkward conversation with my grandma's husband's son's wife
xoxo-bunnydumpling · 2 years
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"Lay down so I can kick you in your ass..." my grandpa and Eli have been sorting through records and have come to a disagreement. I don't know what about. "Get up off the floor, Lurch. My god...you know what? Stay there. Enjoy being able to get down there while you can. It's been 20 years since I sat on the floor."
They're both laughing. They get along so well and I'm so glad. I love my grandparents equally but purely for social interaction, I tend to prefer my grandpa. I know, I know. That's not very nice but still...
When I bring them their drinks, Eli is indeed still on the floor, and they are still laughing. My grandpa asks me "what the hell did you marry this asshole for, anyway?"
"Would you have preferred I marry the other asshole instead?"
"Good Lord, no. Why? You got the kid, what else was there?"
He does make a valid point. I like Red's dad a lot more than I used to but marrying him would have been extraneous and also a very bad idea. He asks me where my grandma is, and when I tell him she's taking a nap he asks us to come outside with him.
He forgets momentarily that I can't smoke and offers me one of his cheap stinky cigarettes. Remembering, he lays his hand on my belly and apologizes to the baby before offering the cigarette to Eli.
"Burn one with me?" Not one to ever deny anyone anything, Eli takes it, and I light it for him. Bad luck to put it back in the pack. Lord love him, my husband still smokes like a french lady in a black and white movie. "I was gonna tell you this before, but your grandma always makes things so emotional and awkward..."
"Is she okay?"
He rolls his eyes at me. "Aside from being old as dirt, yes. I wanted to tell you...Grandma had a fuss but when you called me..." he points his cigarette at Eli, who flinches just a little. "To ask me if we'd be hurt if you two got married, not MAD, but hurt...I knew you'd be good to her. Jeremy never asked me shit, my own granddaughter and he never asked me."
I have never met my biological father. I know who he is, I know I don't want to meet him. My grandpa has always been THEE father figure in my life...and I had no idea, even after the wedding, that Eli had called him. I do know I hurt him deeply when I ran off with Jeremy against his wishes. I was old enough but I owed him a conversation and was young and too stuck up my own ass to have it.
Eli is struggling to smoke this cigarette. It's not minty and delicious like the ones he used to smoke with me. But he's powering through. "I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"That was the first real conversation we had. I'm sorry you had to make a decision based on gut instinct and not...I like facts, information. My gut is never factors in."
My grandpa leans back, and starts yet another cigarette. "So...when you knew you wanted to marry her it was based on what? Her resume, dossier, pure facts and figures?"
"No..."
"How did you know you loved your ex-wife?"
"I didn't."
My grandfather scoffs. He hasn't heard this story before. "You didn't know?"
"I didn't...love her. She just wanted to marry me and I let her."
"Are you scared?" This is getting way more psychological than I thought it would and I'm Ieft wondering if I should leave them to it. I look at my husband and he does not wither under the scrutiny like he did with my stepmom.
"Yes."
The fuck? "Of what? What's happening right now?"
No one answers me, but my grandfather gets up from his seat, leaving his cigarette in the ashtray...and he gets behind Eli and lays his hand on his shoulder. "Are you listening to me son? This is serious shit."
"Yes."
His hand grips that shoulder firmly, but doesn't really dig in. "I'm real sorry your dad isn't here to help you with this. Mine wasn't either...not dead, just on a bender. I can't tell you what to do right, but I can promise you I'll tell you if you're fucking up. I know what that looks like."
Eli's hand finds it's way to mine and he asks my grandpa what it's like to be a father. My grandpa looks at me.
"It's the best shit there ever was, but it sure as shit ain't easy. Worst mistake you can make is fooling yourself into thinking that it should be." His hand unclamps from Eli's shoulder and pats him hard on the back. "I'll get out of the way so you can cry now, you big turkey."
"Indychka."
"Hmm?"
"Turkey, in Ukrainian."
My grandpa laughs. "Alright Chicken Kyiv, I'm going inside. Too damn hot out here. Feel free to bum another smoke."
He does, sitting across from me in my grandpa's now vacant seat, trying not to blow smoke in my direction. Not hard to do, there's no wind to speak of. "It's just such a huge responsibility."
"You boning out already?" I try my best to sound like I'm 100% joking but I guess deep down there is that fear in me somewhere.
"No...WHAT? I already love them so much and I just don't want to fuck up."
I search my mind for something sweet to say to him to make him feel better, something uplifting to get him through this somber mood he's been in all day since we stopped by the cemetary so I could talk to Shannon. I don't find anything.
"Would have made you wear a rubber if I thought you'd fuck up."
He just narrows his eyes. He's got the disappointed dad look down already.
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arsonforcharlie · 3 years
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listen champs i know i have the right to talk about my problems but........ like what if i don’t tho
#my family is pretty good on the whole!#but boy howdy have i realized over the past decade or so that how shit i feel after the holidays#correlates directly with how much christmas shit i had to do#my ideal christmas is like one small dinner and maybe a tibb's eve thing#but otherwise just doing whatever i want to do#and my whole family does the Multi Week Obligation Of Dinners Every Night#Every Song Played This Month Has To Be Festive#the entire Christmas Season thing#and it poisons the traditions i do like#because i'm too exhausted to enjoy them#and when i do go home there's no way to say 'yeah i am in town but i don't want to go'#so in a post-covid future where i can travel freely#i would rather stay here for christmas and then travel back to see family some other time of year#when flights are cheaper and everyone at work isn't fighting for the same four days off#maybe see the relatives i choose and actually dedicate time to them#instead of them being stuck in the kitchen taking care of making the evening happen#while i make awkward conversation with my grandma's husband's son's wife#who i have not thought about since i saw her two years ago and i can ensure the feeling is mutual#like i am not even rolling up like 'i don't celebrate christmas' as much as 'i would like to celebrate christmas LESS'#(this feeling has only strengthened since so many of the people who mean so much to me do not live Back Home)#and i know it is foolish to complain about this especially since i do have an easy out#i can just go home when i want to go home#and if i need to spin it as not being able to get the time off#but still jeez may i just Rest
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binniedeactivated · 3 years
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hello binnie 👉👈 can i request a dom!beomgyu x fem!reader smut that follows the enemies to lovers plot line? maybe add in some degradation kink and jealousy or something (if possible) 👀 thank you!!
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞!𝐚𝐮, 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐮, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭
𝐖/𝐂 | 3.2k
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱
a/n: this is my first time writing an arranged marriage fic so tell me if ya’ll like it (pls)
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in his cleanly tailored black suit, an impatient beomgyu taps his foot in the corridor. he checks his watch for the fifth time in 6 minutes, looking over at the guards and driver with frustration.
“I don’t understand what’s taking her so long. what is she doing?”. he seethes.
“if you like I can check on her for you sir”. the maid asks politely. beomgyu nods and gestures toward the spiraled staircase of their oversized, luxurious home. “can you please? thank you”.
you were finishing the last touches on your makeup. you loved your outfit and you thought you looked gorgeous in your skin tight , satin salmon colored dress. however the only thing bad about this outing is that you had to go with your husband, choi beomgyu. marriage is one of the happiest times in any woman’s life but not yours. you didn’t have the beautiful, unpredictable love story like the average person. instead you were arranged in a marriage with a person you weren’t compatible with.
and the worst part about it all is that you couldn’t back down even if you tried. coming from a rich and rather popular family yourself, they wanted you to marry someone similar that could possibly understand you better and match your sentiments and luxury. so they picked the infamous choi beomgyu, apart of one the biggest, richest clans in the nation. as soon as you and beomgyu first interacted you knew there would be nothing to look forward to other than the downfall of your marriage. and you were just waiting for your family to see that.
“excuse me? mrs. choi? mr. choi was wondering if you were going to be ready any time soon?”.
you rolled your eyes. “tell him I’m coming down. I don’t know why he’s rushing me”. she nods her head and closes the door while you grab your purse. you took one last glimpse in the mirror and spread just a bit more glitter gloss on your lips before you were walking down the staircase. glancing up from his watch annoyed he glares up at you and tries his best to keep his eyes from skimming your curves.
“I don’t know why it takes you so long to get dressed. we’re going to an anniversary banquet not the grammy awards”.
“I don’t know why you feel like you have to rush me all the time. I said I was coming down. the venue is only 10 minutes away and the event doesn’t start for another 30 minutes”.
you say with just as much attitude as him, the guards helping you step into your heels as soon as you arrived at the bottom of the staircase. you whisper a small thank you while another wraps your fur coat around your neck. by this time anyone who worked in the choi residence were used to their frequent bickering. so there was no use in trying to get the duo to stop.
“yeah and we have to account for traffic. you also know that since I’m the son of the chief I have to be there on time. I don’t have time to be waiting for you to play in your little makeup box”.
you both head out of the door with the guards helping you to the car. the car was the worst out of all locations. since you two had a designated driver everywhere it meant that you would have to sit in a partitioned backseat with beomgyu.
you began talking as soon as the door closed behind you. “just because you get dressed two hours before every event doesn’t mean I have to do the same thing”.
“did I even say that? I’m just saying you have to start taking time into consideration. I don’t care how you get ready”.
“you were implying it so I’m letting you know. And I don’t care if you’re the chief ‘s son or not. I don’t care that you’re my husband. I don’t have to listen to you”.
“if you keeping doing what you want to do you’re going to give both of our families a bad reputation and we’re both going to lose our status and become poor. and I’m sure with all that glamorous shit that you wear becoming poor is your biggest nightmare”.
“and do you see how cocky you are? I’m pretty sure becoming poor is your biggest nightmare too. so how about we not go into that subject?”.
“I’ll go into whatever subject I want to go into because you don’t listen”.
“and who exactly do I have to listen to? please tell me”.
beomgyu rolls his eyes and sighs, he diverts his gaze to the scenery out the window while shooing you off. “you know what I don’t care anymore”.
you smacked his hand away. “don’t shoo me away Iike I’m some animal beomgyu. have some damn respect”.
“why would I respect you if you don’t respect me?”.
“I’m done talking to you. just stop talking”.
“good I’ve been waiting for you to be done”.
“good”. you say turning towards your own window in frustration. god he knew how to work your nerves.
“good”. he repeats back. and the both of you maintain the silence until it was time to actually speak at the event. it was the choi clan’s anniversary tonight and everyone couldn’t wait to see their baby boy beomgyu with his wife. it was something they all couldn’t believe considering they all raised him since he was in diapers. however acting like a married couple with beomgyu was the last thing you wanted to do tonight.
but nevertheless beomgyu snatches your hand in his before you two walked in the corridor. you wanted to say something but you guys were immediately bombarded by hugs and kisses from grandpas, grandmas, uncles, aunts, and even old cousins. most of them complimented how cute you two looked together and even asked when you guys were going to have children. you could just puke at the thought. you and beomgyu hadn’t even slept in the same bed.
the both of you sat down to your assigned dining table and other than the fact that you had to play pretend with beomgyu, you admired the historic decor and architecture of the venue.
“oh my gosh you guys are just so adorable together! let me tell you when beomgyu was little he always wanted to get married. he always talked about having a wife it was so cute. I’m glad to see he got his wish with someone as beautiful as you!”. one of his aunts complimented you both as soon as you sat down. you plastered on a fake smile and beomgyu nods with another fake smile of his own.
“can I get a picture if you don’t mind? I would love to add this to my photo album!”.
beomgyu puts his hand up and laughs, “auntie you really don’t have to right now. we can take pictures later”.
she flips her hand in the air, “oh! nonsense beomgyu! now you two pose for my camera”. she insists holding it up. you just wanted to come out of your body for a moment to see how awkward you both looked.
“guys! sit like you love each other. maybe you can kiss him on his cheek? that would be adorable!”.
now that was way too far for your liking. you shook your head and laughed to avoid it but you felt beomgyu nudging you underneath the table.
“just do it”. he murmured.
“no I’d rather be caught dead than lay my lips on you”.
“stop acting like a fucking child. just do it”.
for the sake of the status of you both, you positioned your lips right near his cheek but not letting them touch. she held up her camera but quickly put it down and laughs. “I don’t know why this looks staged. you two love each other! how about you just kiss? the cheek kiss looks a bit too fake for me”. she says before holding up her camera again.
the both of you swallow. he turns to you, “i promise after this my lips will never touch you again”. he whispers.
“good”. you mutter.
“good”. he repeats. he holds his breath before pressing his lips against yours. she quickly snapped the picture and jeered at the cuteness of it. but you couldn’t help but think about the softness of beomgyu’s lips and how they matched perfectly with yours. how he kissed you so passionately in such a short amount of time. how he made your heart pound. he quickly pulled away once he realized he was kissing you a bit too long knowing you were probably going to scold him. but for the first time in a long time you didn’t really want to.
the event was starting and the both of you bit your lips while diverting your gazes elsewhere. as the night progressed, oddly enough you avoided each other at all costs. even if that meant sparking conversations with a couple of gyu’s cousins just to do so. but like the jealous cousins’ they were though they were definitely doing more flirting than conversing. you had to say receiving other male attention wasn’t half bad. it wasn’t like you and beomgyu were a thing anyways.
beomgyu gently stirs his cup though, eyeing you from across the room. his uncles were giving him advice for marriage but he could only focus on the way his cousin subtly flirted by kissing you on the back of your hand multiple times. and it didn’t make it any better when you were blushing in response. it scared beomgyu because he hated you. and you hated him. so he couldn’t understand why he was getting jealous but he was and he couldn’t stop himself. his jealous aura made things much colder especially when you two were back in the car.
“and then here you go, having an attitude about something else“. you roll your eyes. as the door closed after you.
“i don’t know why you say shit like that if you know you cause them”.
“what did I do this time? I barely said a word to you tonight”.
“exactly. you were too busy exchanging them with my cousin”.
“and why does it concern you? we’re barely a couple let alone married”.
“do you realize that if you even slip up a little bit it affects our reputation? do you not think about that?”.
“why aren’t you addressing your cousin too then? he was flirting with me first”.
“and you were flirting back”. beomgyu snapped with his annoyed gaze out the window once more. you stared at him curiously.
“what? are you jealous?”.
“stop talking to me”.
you roll your eyes at his attitude again. he pissed you off so much. “I don’t even know why you’re jealous. we kissed for the first time tonight. we’ve been married for almost a year. doesn’t that say something about this whole entire relationship?”.
“I said stop talking to me”.
“what did I say about me not having to listen to you? I’m tired of you thinking you own--”.
in the blink of the eye beomgyu grabbed you and pulled you on his lap while his hand squeezed your jaw tightly, squishing your cheeks inwards.
“you know what? shut the fuck up. shut up. I am sick and tired of your attitude. every single time I say something you escalate it and drag it. no one can ever tell you shit because you feel like you know everything. I’m sick of it. I don’t want to be in this marriage as much as you but guess what? we don’t have a choice. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life arguing with you this shit is getting old. do you understand me?”.
your eyes grew as his tone of his voice. he slipped into a dialect you never heard out of him before. your heart raced and you nod at his words with your jaw aching painfully. he finally releases you and you glare back at his angered face while touching your jaw. you breathe heavy,
“why couldn’t you have gotten your point across without putting your hands on me?”.
“because I know you’d like it if I put my hands on you wouldn’t you?”.
and after that line, there was nothing but the heated stares and silence rising from the space between you. beomgyu took this time to admire your body from this close. he lets his fingers brushes against your thighs, following up your curves and your boobs and you let him. because it’s what you wanted. it’s all you wanted. you wanted beomgyu to touch you.
he stared you in your needy eyes before clasping his hand around your neck.
“you like it don’t you?”.
as soon as you bite your lips and nod beomgyu is already crashing his lips into yours. it was a kiss identical to this kiss from earlier except this time he kissed you hungrily. all this time he was craving you and now he couldn’t get enough.  each time he pulled back for air he went in for more allowing his tongue to battle yours like a warrior, both pair of your hands curiously wandering the unfamiliar body of the other. he lifts your dress up and you unbuckle his slacks. he inches down to your neck and sucks skin burning hickeys that elicited soft moans from your lips. and they turned beomgyu on more than they should’ve because he never heard you moan before. he unzips your dress, let his fingers tease your slit through your panties while his tongue made a trail to your nipples.
you gasp in shock at the way he was sucking them, his head bobbing slowly on each nub before flicking them with his tongue. you mewl soft enough to be inaudible to the driver. not that he could hear much anyway with how loud the engine was roaring. he sticks his fingers in your panties and tease your clit while sucking your nipples obediently like the puppy he was. you push down and grind on his fingers, never in a million years thinking you’d be moaning for gyu like this.
he clasps his hand around your neck once more watching your grind your hips down on his fingers. he scoffs, “with the way you speak to me you don’t deserve to feel this good”. your head tilted back as your needy noises flooded the air. you wanted him so bad. you knew this wouldn’t be enough to get you off.
“look at your face. you want to be fucked don’t you?”. you nod as best as you could. “beg for it”.
you shamelessly obliged. “pplease beomgyu, please fuck me”.
“tell me that you’re going to stop talking back to me“.
“ffuck i’m going to stop talking back”. you groan.
“tell me you’re going to work on your attitude”.
“I’m ggoing to work on my attitude!”.
“you promise?”.
“yyes I promise”. you stammer.
words couldn’t explain how good you felt when beomgyu finally stuffed himself in you. he kept his thumb on your clit and fucked up into you as fast and hard as he possibly could. he disregarded your sweet cries or the love bites you created in his neck. he disregarded how much you clawed at his shoulder blades or squeezed the back of his neck. you were sopping wet for him and he wanted to feel all of you. he didn’t care how rough he was. he wanted to teach you a lesson once and for all.
“you’re so fucking--mmh”. beomgyu groans.
you caress his wrists while he chokes you and you moan while mindlessly drooling all over his fingers. he rubs your clit in small circles. you pant heavily feeling your hips stutter in his thrusts. “yyou’re going to make me ccum beomgyu-”. you whine, “fuck you’re going to make me cum”, you whine in a higher tone than anticipated. 
“after you cum I don’t want to hear any mouth from you anymore. who owns you?”.
“yyou ! you own me beomgyu! fuckkk I’m cumming”.
your hips bucked while you released only for beomgyu to clutch your thighs and continue his sloppy thrusts inside you. you feel bad for the mess you were making on his lap but it seemed as if he didn’t care. you whined into the crook of his neck while he was overstimulating you until he finally got his fix.
“I’m almost done baby”. he groans while thrusting into you a few more times before painting your insides with his cum. with a heaving chest he lands a hot blooded kiss on your mouth.
“if we’re... going to start being nice to each other i’m sorry for talking to you that way“, -- “you just get me so angry sometimes”.
you couldn’t believe your ears. choi beomgyu was apologizing. you swallow your pride and kiss him back.
“it’s going to take a long time for me... to get used to being nice to you but I’m willing to try“,--- “and I’m sorry for my attitude and the way I belittle you. I’ll work on it”.
beomgyu smirks. “because I own you right?”.
you roll your eyes and playfully scoff. “fine”.
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mcwriting · 3 years
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The Marriage Project (7)
IT’S FINALLY HERE! MY FAVORITE CHAPTER OF THIS SERIES!!! Consider it a little Christmas gift from me to y’all :) there’s plenty more to come, but I loveee the vibes of this one so much
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Word Count: 3491
Warnings: Some language but I’m pretty sure that’s it
% approximately the end of the 2nd week of October %
You stood on the Holland’s front porch Sunday afternoon holding a rust red jumpsuit over one shoulder and your volleyball bag on the other. 
It was nippy out, probably 50-something fahrenheit, but you’d tucked your long sleeved jersey into some black sweats and tossed on your letterman. You had decided to wear your favorite jersey, which was black except for the stripe down each sleeve in your school colors and the white words and number on the torso.
Since you were taking pictures, you straightened your hair again and put on some light makeup to complete the look.
Paddy opened the front door, looking star struck.
“Oh, hey Paddy. How are you?”
He stared up at you, flustered.
“I, um. Good?”
You gave a big smile.
“Good to hear. Mind if I come in? It’s kinda cold out.”
“Oh, yeah. Sure.”
He stepped out of the way and shut the door behind you. Inside, Tom was running around frantically, grabbing various clothing items and stuffing them in a bag. He noticed you as he passed by.
“Hey, y/n. Sorry, just trying to get all my football stuff together. It just came out of the dryer.”
You watched in amusement as he rushed back and forth. Nikki came and stood next to you.
“I love my sons, but they can be a real mess sometimes,” she joked. “Let's go put your things in the car while he gets himself together.”
You set the bag in the back of her SUV and hung the jumpsuit hanger on a loop to prevent it from wrinkling. You were talking in the garage when Tom burst through the door, a duffel bag on his shoulder.
“Okay, sorry. I couldn’t find one of my cleats,” he explained, tossing his own bag in the back. He didn’t yet put on his uniform since the pads would get uncomfortable, so Tom just wore some jeans and a tee for the ride.
“Y/n, do you want to hop in front? I’m sure Tom wouldn’t mind,” Nikki said, raising her eyebrows at her son.
“Are you sure? I don’t mind either way.”
“It’s fine. We can just switch on the way home,” Tom replied. You found it odd that he didn’t press but assumed it had something to do with his mom standing nearby.
With that, you loaded up and started the hour long drive. The time passed quickly as you conversed with Nikki, telling her about your plans for after high school. In the backseat, Tom dabbed a little bit of his mom's foundation over the still-discolored parts of his cheek.
Eventually, you got to a small neighborhood and pulled up to a cute cabin. As you and Tom retrieved your things from the trunk, an elderly couple appeared on the front porch.
“Hey, mom. Hey, dad,” Nikki began, hugging them. She gestured to you, “This is y/n. You might recognize her from Tom’s soccer games and some academic things, she’s on the girls team and very smart.”
You blushed at the compliments.
“Why, yes, I have seen you. It’s nice to meet you, dear. Just call us grandma and grandpa,” Nikki’s mother said as you were shaking hands with her husband. 
She walked up and enveloped you in a hug. As you awkwardly wrapped your own arms around her, you looked over her shoulder to find Tom shrugging sheepishly at you.
She pulled away, holding you at an arm's length.
“Well you are just the prettiest thing, aren’t you?” You blushed at her kindness and thanked her. “Now what are we all doing standing around out here? Come on in! I made cookies while you were on the way so they’re still warm.”
She ushered everyone in, Tom holding open the screen door for the group. Tom directed you to a spare room to set down your bags and hang your jumpsuit while Nikki got her camera things together.
You were sat around the dining room eating cookies discussing the afternoon’s timeline. You and Tom would take your sports pictures, then everyone would eat around five, and then you’d go back out in regular clothes for golden hour at around six.
After a few minutes, Nikki finished getting her lens ready.
“Okay. Tom, why don’t you go put on your football uniform and meet us down at the dock. Y/n, do you need to get anything else for your volleyball pictures?”
You answered yes, walking with Tom to the room to grab your volleyball shoes and ball. You were waiting to take off your sweatpants until you got outside for two reasons: it was cold, and you felt weird about walking around his grandparents’ house in only spandex shorts.
The dock wasn’t far, you could see it from the top of the wooden staircase built into the side of the hill the cabin sat on.
You and Nikki conversed as you walked down, discussing ideas of poses and where you’d stand.
You shimmied out of your sweats once you got to the dock, draping them over a metal chair covered in dead leaves. The cold air gave your legs goosebumps, but you sucked it up. You were just glad you’d remembered to shave your legs above anything else. 
Nikki directed you around some trees, had you toss your hair over your shoulder, and took a few pictures with you in your letterman. It had been about 15 minutes when Tom came down in his football gear, helmet and ball in hand.
“Oh, perfect. Tom, would you mind tossing some leaves for me? I have a neat idea for a shot.”
She had you stand in front of the water and palm the volleyball as Tom sent a handful of leaves in the air around you. You tried a few with a serious expression and some while laughing. After a few more shots that included you sitting on the dock, she had Tom jump in next to you.
“Okay, y/n, I want you to stand with the ball on your right side like that, and then Tom, get on her left and hold the helmet by the facemask,” she pointed around, guiding you. “Good! Okay now y/n, put your weight on your left leg and Tom, raise your chin. Serious faces people!” 
There were clicks and flashes as she continued to direct you in slightly different poses. One cool shot had each of you palming your respective sports balls in front of you.
“Okay, are you good with those, y/n? Is there anything else you want in your jersey before I start working on Tom’s?” 
You shook your head and gestured for her to move on with Tom’s pictures. By now your legs were used to the cold, so you refrained from putting your sweats back on, instead just standing behind Nikki watching Tom model like he’d been doing it his whole life.
Oh right… he has
His mom and he worked together well, as if they were reading each other’s minds. 
You studied the way Tom looked. After all these years, you’d never really looked at him intently enough to see the way he filled out his uniform so well. 
His biceps bulged when he moved his arms to flex for a couple shots, and the tight pants and pads around his legs gave the illusion of massive thigh muscles. As you looked back up, his necklace caught your eye. 
He hadn’t tucked it in completely, instead letting it dangle over his jersey, the red “ruby” glinting in the afternoon sunlight. You smiled at the fact he’d left it on, then looked down at your own hand. You’d forgotten to take yours off, too.
Would it be noticeable in the pictures? Was there a possibility family members would start asking if you’d secretly gotten engaged when you eventually shared the shots online? Maybe, but you decided it wasn’t a big enough deal to worry about. Some had already pestered you Friday at dinner.
You didn’t realize how long you’d been out there when a cowbell began ringing from above you. 
“Oh! That’s mom. Dinner must be about ready. Let’s head back up. I think we got enough, Tom,” Nikki explained.
She started heading up the stairs as you grabbed your ball and sweats, and Tom was waiting for you at the bottom, holding his jersey and pads so he was only left in a compression shirt on top. He started up a few steps ahead of you. 
Woah. His ass looks really nice in those pants was the first thought that popped into your head when you looked up. Oh wait. Shit, what am I saying?
You tried to avoid looking as you continued up the hill. By the time you reached the top, Nikki was already entering the house and Tom was again waiting for you. You passed right by him when he spoke up.
“You’re really gonna go in the house like that?”
You stopped and turned back to face him.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you really want to walk into the home of my elderly grandparents with your ass hanging out?”
Right. The whole point of the sweats.
You set the volleyball down while you pulled them on.
“Now I’m not going to say that I minded the view or anything but-” you slapped him in the chest before you tugged on the waistband, hopping a little to make them sit just right and tightening the strings, then picked your ball off the ground.
“Don’t be talking about my ass that way! Nasty.”
“Sorry, sorry, I had to say it.” He put his hands up in mock surrender.
“Well if you’re gonna say that, then I’m allowed to do this,” you said, right before giving him a light slap on his own butt and darting to the house.
“Ohhh, I’ll get you for that!” he cried, following you in.
You were both chattering as you entered the dining room, where Nikki and her parents were setting up the tableware.
“Alrighty, we have some roast chicken and potatoes and green beans tonight. Hope you all enjoy!” the older woman said before sitting down. The smell made your stomach growl quietly.
You all made up plates and chowed down. Tom’s grandpa sat at the head of the table, with his wife and daughter on his left, and Tom and you on the right.
You and Tom were talking about school things when his grandma addressed you.
“So, y/n. How long have you and Tom been dating?” 
You furrowed your brows, then looked between Tom and her, an awkward tension filling the room.
“Um, grandma… she isn’t my girlfriend,” Tom said for you. You gave him a light squeeze on the thigh to signify thanks.
“Oh! Oh my goodness I had no idea! You two just seemed so close that I just assumed you were together. Sorry about that!”
You talked a little bit longer as you finished dinner, but now things felt a little uncomfortable. 
What were we doing that seemed couple-y? Could they see our little spat outside?
You took your plates to the kitchen before heading back with Tom to change into your other clothes. Since it was already almost six, you both just changed in the room, backs to each other.
You slid out of your sweats and tugged off the jersey, leaving on the spandex shorts under your jumpsuit since they didn’t show through. It was sleeveless, so you needed to change into a different bra. You glanced behind you quickly to make sure Tom was still turned around.
He was, but he was butt ass naked. You turned back towards the wall quickly, eyes wide. You assumed it had to do with the fact he wore a jockstrap under his uniform, but dear God did he have to take off everything at once?
You were scarred to say the least.
You ripped off one bra and fumbled to put the other one on before sliding the shoulder straps of your outfit on all the way. By the time you were done, Tom was at least wearing jeans and tugging on a white tee.
You finally slipped on some wedges and refixed your hair in the mirror. 
“Ready to head down?” you asked.
“Why don’t you go on without me. I’ll be down here in a few. I need to restyle my hair,” he explained, sliding his own letterman jacket on. 
You accepted that and headed back outside and down the steps where Nikki was waiting, shooting pictures of the lake.
“Oh, I love that color on you, it compliments the autumn theme well,” Nikki said as you began taking pictures. Eventually Tom appeared, too. He had another shirt in hand for when he was done with his letter jacket.
You let them take those pictures real quick, and then Tom changed, buttoning up a flannel that’s colors matched your own outfit. You were sitting on the dock balcony posing when Tom appeared next to his mother, who noticed the coordination immediately.
“This is amazing! Tom, go stand in front of y/n and cross your arms, and y/n, drape an arm over his shoulder… uh huh just like that… yes that’s good!” she directed you.
Tom helped you hop down after a few different shots and you went to stand with Nikki as she took more photos of her son.
The sun was setting quickly, so she was about to call it a night.
“Okay, you two, I just need you to get together for a couple final pictures. Act like you like each other for at least a few minutes.”
You couldn’t help but snort as you stepped up next to Tom, him putting an arm over your shoulder as your arm snaked around his waist. She was taking pictures when Tom muttered out the corner of his mouth,
“Your hand’s a little close there.”
Knowing exactly what he meant, you slid your hand down his back, resting it on top of his butt.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you feigned innocence. 
He gave you a look that said “I’m onto you,” so you did what any rational person would do in that scenario. 
You squeezed his buttcheek. 
It must have scared him or tickled or something, because he about jumped from his skin, jaw dropped.
“Oh I’ll get you for that now!” he exclaimed, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder.
You squealed and laughed and kicked your legs as one hand traveled along your waist tickling you. In the chaos, you didn’t notice the rapid clicks of the camera shutter. He kept you off the ground for a few more seconds before finally setting you down carefully.
“Rethinking that now?” he asked, eyebrows raised in amusement as you stared up at him, pouting. 
“I’d do it again just to see your jaw hit the floor honestly.”
He rolled his eyes when some lights around the deck kicked on, not adding much brightness to the darkening sky.
“Well that looks like our cue to wrap things up. The lights going up the stairs won’t be much better, and I don’t want anyone to fall,” Nikki explained.
Once again, she headed up first, leaving the two of you somewhat alone. Now that it was dark, the air made you grab your upper arms and shiver.
“Here, put this on,” Tom said, holding up his letter jacket.
“Oh, I’m fine. It’ll only take a minute to get to the house.”
“No seriously, you look like you’re freezing. Plus, I won’t have to carry it,” he joked.
You rolled your eyes and snatched it from his hand, sliding your bare arms into the sleeves. His jacket was at least a size bigger than yours, so it basically swallowed you. He chuckled.
“Come on. I don’t want you getting lost up the stairs since you’ve practically disappeared under my jacket.”
He put his hand between your shoulder blades, guiding you to step ahead of him as the darkness began to set in.
You’d changed back into your sweats and put on a tee and your own letter jacket and were now loading up Nikki’s car to head back home. 
After walking back to the house, you had all sat around and visited a bit longer until realizing it was half past nine and there was an hour’s drive ahead of you.
“Come back anytime, dear. You were a real delight,” Nikki’s mom said, squeezing you into another hug. 
“Thank you, grandma. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Will you be at Tom’s senior night here in a few weeks? I’d love to see you there,” she said, holding your hands in hers.
“Yeah, I always try to go to the games. I’m hoping to be on homecoming court this year, too, so fingers crossed.”
“Oh, sweetie, if they don’t vote you queen, I’ll personally come count the votes myself,” she joked, shaking her head. 
You laughed and after final goodbyes, climbed into the back seat, expecting Tom to go up front. Instead, he slid into the other side of the back row.
“You can sit up front, Tom. I’m happy to stay back here,” you explained, showing that you’d already buckled in.
“Oh it’s alright. I’ve already sat down, we can both stay.”
You again found it odd that he was willing to do so, but didn’t push the matter.
Having spent most of the afternoon with Tom’s family, you hadn’t looked at your phone much as not to seem rude, so you immediately began responding to snaps and scrolling through social media.
Tom, on the other hand, was watching Tiktoks. 
“Hey, watch this,” he said, unbuckling his seat belt and sliding into the middle spot next to you, refastening himself in.
“You could have just given me your phone,” you said, eyebrows raised.
“Like I could trust you with that.”
He handed over an AirPod and you watched together, laughing. He continued to scroll through his for you page while you looked on. 
After a while, your neck became strained, so you resorted to leaning your head on his shoulder. He didn’t say anything, instead only tilting his cheek to rest on your head as you continued in silence. 
A little bit later, he left the app and went to Spotify, turning on a playlist containing songs with soft beats that made you sleepy. 
You didn’t realize how tired you really were until you were being shaken awake by your nemesis, sitting up straight in realization of what happened. 
“Hey, we’re about to pull into my neighborhood,” he whispered. You just nodded in response, trying to compose yourself.
Nikki pulled into the garage and you began collecting your things from the back.
“Y/n, would you like to stay in the guest room tonight? It’s almost eleven and I wouldn’t want you to feel unsafe going home.”
You thought about it for a moment before realizing you had no extra clothes and well… Tom.
“Oh that’s alright, my house is only 10 minutes away. Thank you though,” you told her as the three of you entered the home. 
Nikki said her goodbyes and disappeared up the stairs for the third time that day, once again leaving you and Tom alone.
“Why don’t I walk you to your car?” Tom offered, opening the front door. You unlocked the car and Tom opened the back door for you to set your things in it. You were about to leave when something popped into your mind.
“Thanks again for clarifying to your grandma earlier. I didn’t want to break her heart but I wasn’t sure how to let her down nicely. She seemed so excited,” you explained.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m pretty sure she would have asked any girl the same question. But she really did like you, grandpa too. He doesn’t quite show it like her.”
“That’s sweet. I enjoyed hanging out with them this evening, and the food was incredible.”
“She does make some of the best food you’ll ever eat, but you should taste grandpa’s grilled steaks. Those are a real treat.”
“Well, you’ll have to bring me again some time. Oh, and thanks for letting me use you as a pillow in the car. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
You knew your face had turned pink, but you could see Tom’s redden as well.
“Don’t mention it. I actually ended up sleeping for a little bit, too.”
A silence fell around you, so you eventually said your goodbyes and hopped into your driver’s seat. 
You watched in your rearview mirror as Tom stayed standing on his sidewalk until you had driven a few yards off, eventually meandering back to the house.
There was a familiar flutter in your stomach as your lips turned up into a smile.
Maybe he’s not as bad as I always thought.
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shining-m00nlight · 3 years
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14. Dude - why the hell are you in my bed?
So if you know me you will not be surprised that I needed 3 days for the first prompt but here it is. I don't quite know what happened here. I feel like I failed my own assignment because this does not have a lot of Nedlyn (but lot of Edmure) in it but I tried my best.
“Dude - why the hell are you in my bed?” Ned asked, staring at Edmure lying in his bed. A place where he definitely didn't belong. Normally if Ned gets home and he finds a redhead sprawled across his side of the bed, he really enjoys the view. But this was definitely not the right redhead. The young Stark liked his brother in law, at least most of the time but man could he be annoying! Like he was being right now!
Edmure signed dramatically: "I'm looking for Cat. I need to talk to her. Looking at your disappointed face you were probably looking for her as well. Any idea where I can find her? It's really important!"
"While this might explain why you are in my house but why are you in my bed?" Ned asked again.
"Well I got tired and Robb and Benjen were watching some really annoying cartoon so I just wanted to lay down in here for a second." Edmure answered.
"So whatever you want from Cat is important enough to wait around half a day in our home but not important enough to call or try to find her? Why didn't you just go back home? What do you need from Cat?" Ned got more irritated and confused by the minute something didn't seem quite right.
Edmure suddenly got very defensive: "I don't need to tell you what I want for my sister! She was my sister long before she was your wife!" He said, sounding like a little child. It made Ned remember how much younger Edmure was then his sister. Cat was a married woman and mother of two while Edmure was still in Highschool.
"Edmure is everything ok?" Ned tried to sound gentle. He knew he wasn't the best person for this kind of conversation especially with people constantly telling him that his face always looked like he was scolding someone but he also couldn't just ignore that Edmure was in distress.
"I don't want to talk about it with you." he pouted more towards the ceiling than towards Ned.
"I just want Cat." Now the boy sounded like Robb when he was in distress and called for his mother. Ned could have sworn he saw some tears in the young Tully's eyes.
"Well Cat is at a baby-spa-day with Sansa but maybe I can help?" Ned tried again.
Edmure sat up to stare into his brother-in-laws eyes:  "No you can't. You can't help me. You can't understand me. Because you're "Eddard Stark" who would never do anything against the rules or something to anger his father. You don't understand because you're perfect and at least you know what it feels like to have a mother!" Edmure was now shouting and tears were running down his face.
As much as he wished it could, this could definitely not wait until Cat was home so Ned crossed the room and took Edmure in his arms. It wasn't so different from comforting Cat when she was upset but there was something awkward about it. Ned tried to think about how he would comfort Benjen. He slowly stroked over Edmure's head and desperately wished Cat would appear.
"It's ok, everything will be fine", he wasn't sure if he was telling this to Edmure or to himself.
"No it's not! My father hates me." The boy in distress cried. Ned really wished he was better at finding words of comfort.
"No Ed, daddy would never hate you sweetling", his wifes soft voice swept through the room. Without even missing a beat Edmure was out of Ned arms and in Cats. A complicated task considering that Sansa was occupying this spot.
As much as Ned wanted to greet his wife properly, he knew it wasn't the appropriate time. He walked towards his wife, planted a little kiss on her forehead and took Sansa out of her arms.
He thought it was best to leave the two siblings alone so they could talk to each other. When he walked into the living room he found his baby boy who was currently occupied with pulling on Benjens hair, trying to eat it. He put Sansa down in her cirp to then go and join his brother and son.
"Robb, don't eat your uncle's hair", he scolded his son lightly while sitting down.
"Don't worry about it Ned. It's not great hair.'', his brother laughed it off.
"Oh, I'm not worried about your hair. I'm worried he is going to do it with Cat's hair or … you know... get hair stuck in his throat and choke on it." Ned looked at his brother with a stern face. Maybe the people telling him he constantly sealed people had a point.
Robb climbed over Ben and then threw himself dramatically over his fathers legs.
"I missed you daddy. You and mommy were gone forever!"
"Oh, that long? Really?" Ned grabbed Robb and held him up . over his head.   Robb giggled while Ned moved him through the air as if he could fly and only stopped when his father hugged him close again.
"I'm sorry we were gone so long. I had to work and your mama was away with Sansa."
"Dumb baby!" Robb mumbled mostly to himself but his father still heard him. His oldest wasn't quite used to the fact that his mother had to split her attention now, yet.
"Robb, don't talk about your sister like that. She is just a baby and needs a lot of time with her mommy. Just like you do. Didn't you have a nice day with your uncle Ben today?", Ned asked, looking down at Robb.
The big smile returned to Robbs face looking at his uncle like he was the best thing in the world: "I did! Beny is funny", he laughed.
Benjen grinned: "You hear that brother, I'm fun!"
"Of course you are Beny." Ned said, slightly mocking. His brother would only let his little nephew use the name Beny, a name he otherwise hated.
Benjen stood up from the couch: "Well I think this is my time to leave, dads probably already wondering where I am."
"Thanks for taking care of Robb today"
Benjen leaned down to kiss Robb on his forehead: "No problem. I love hanging out with my little nephew" then he grabbed his jacket and left.
Robb cuddled closer into his Papa and rubbed his eyes "Where mommy?"
"She's upstairs with you uncle Ed" Ned answered.
"I go there too" Robb tried to squirm out of his fathers arms to go and run upstairs.
"No, stay here" Robb immediately stopped trying to escape his father's grip.
"Why?" the little boy asked and looked at Ned with his mothers blue eyes.
Ned thought about what best to tell his son: "Your uncle is a bit sad and be needs his big sister to make him feel less sad just like you when you are upset about something"
"Why doesn't Ed go to his mommy?" Robb asked with the oblivious only a small child could have.
"Robb, you know that you don't have a grandma but you have two grandpas right? That's because your grandmas are both in heaven, my mother is in heaven and your mothers and your uncle's mother is also in heaven. And all of us miss our mother a lot. And Edmure was still very young, even younger than you are now when his mother left for heaven. He misses her so much because it is sometimes really hard for him to remember her. But he is also lucky because he has your mother as a big sister and she is still here for him" Ned tried to explain the complicated topic of death and grieve as best as he could.
Robb looked scared now and his lip began to quiver: "Mommy wanna leave me one day?"
"Oh Robb, no never. Your mother would never leave you if she had a choice but I'm afraid that you can't choose if you go to heaven or not. Your mother will always try her best to stay with us as long as she can. Your Grandma didn't want to leave your mother and her siblings either but the Gods decided differently." Ned stroked over his baby's back and kissed his head to distract him from the thought of his mother leaving him one day.
"Ed is sad because his mommy is not here?" Robb whispered in a small voice.
"Yes, I'm afraid so", said Ned.
Robb rubbed his eyes and yawned: "I'm happy I have mommy"
"I'm very happy about that too. We are very lucky to have her" Ned said and smiled down at his precious boy. Robbs eyes were now completely closed.
"We're also very lucky to have you, my love", for the second time today Cat suddenly stood in the room. She sat down next to her two men and took Robb from Ned's arms.
Even half asleep the little boy automatically gravitated towards his mother. She held him close and buried her nose in his curly red hair. Being away from her son for a whole day wasn't easy for Cat either. Ever since he was born Cat had stayed home with him. When Sansa was born she had to get used to the idea that she couldn't be there for Robb every second of his life and even though she had no reason to, Ned knew she sometimes felt guilty about it.
"How is Edmure doing? Do you know what exactly happened?", the young Stark asked.
"He is ok for now, I think. He fell asleep after some time, probably from exhaustion. My father and he had a nasty fight and Edmure just needed to get out of the house. I also think he feels lonely. With Lysa so far away now and me needing so much time for the children he doesn't really have someone that's on his side anymore or at least he doesn't feel like he has. And with only him and Uncle Brynden in the house, dad puts a lot of pressure on Ed. I think he sometimes gets caught in the crossfire when dad and uncle Brynden fight as well. Maybe I should have tried to be more present, to be more there for Edmure." Cat shared with her husband.
"You are there for Edmure, love. Just look at today. I know it's hard for you that you can't give a hundred percent to everyone and that you can't split yourself apart."
Cat looked at him miserable: "I just want my family to be happy"
Ned put his arms around his wife and pulled her and his son close to him: "And they are! Don't believe that they are unhappy just because family is hard sometimes. Cat you give everyone in this family so much love and you take care of all of us. Yes Edmure had a bad day today but there is not one person in the world that doesn't have a bad day sometimes. You can't take away every sad thing from the people you love even if you want to."
There was a longer silence after he finished his part.
"I love you" Cat whispered into her sweet husband's ear, her voice sounded a bit heavy.
Ned looked at his wife and realized that the boys weren't the only ones that were tired: "I love you too. I think it's time to go to bed the way everyone is falling asleep here."
"Yeah about that. We might have a seventeen year old hogging our bed and he sleeps like a rock. So we might have to make due on the couch."
"Ah aren't little brothers a joy", Ned had to smile a little bit.
"That they are. I'm gonna take this one to his bed" Cat stood up and shifted Robb onto her hip so she could hold him up easier.
"You want some help with that?", Ned asked.
"No it's fine. You can try to make this couch ready for the night, if that is somehow possible", Cat walked out of the room to bring Robb to his room.
Ned stood up as well, pulled out the couch so you could fit, with some effort, two people on there. He also found some of the blankets they had lying around and checked shortly on Sansa who was still deep asleep in her crib. He carefully stroked Sansa's little wiskes of hair, she already looked so much like her mother and Ned was in constant awe when he looked at her. Until he had married and they had their babies Ned had never known how much he could love someone. Of course he had always loved his parents and his siblings but when he held Cat in his arms while she was nursing Robb for the first time he knew that this love was greater than anything he felt before.
Ned heard soft steps come closer and two slender arms appeared and slung themselves around his torso. He could feel his wife's cheek pressing against his shoulder blades and felt the way her mouth was moving when she asked:
"What are you thinking about?"
"How beautiful our daughter is and how she is so blessed to have inherited that beauty from her mother" Ned turned around to kiss his wife.  With all the drama going on tonight he still hadn't had time to greet his wife properly yet.
"The boys aren't the only ones who missed you today.", he whispered against her mouth.
"I missed you too. Let's go to...well the couch" Cat laughed a little bit.
They moved to the couch. There was not really that much space so Cat ended up half on top of Ned. Almost on reflex, Ned began running his hands through Cat's long hair.
"Aren't I too heavy for you?", his wife asked.
"No you are not. You barely way anything and I love having you so close to me. I just can't believe that I got kicked out of my bed by Edmure."
Ned almost didn't understand what his wife was saying because she yearned when she said:
"Don't worry it's only for tonight and if he stays a bit longer we'll ban him to the couch."
Having one of their siblings occupy their couch was something that happened quite regularly when they couldn't or didn't want to go home for one reason or another. One of them stealing their bed had never happened before but this was a special situation and getting to fall asleep with the most beautiful woman on top of you made the back pain he would have the next morning worth it.
"Sleep well, love." Ned whispered in his wife's ear but she was already asleep.
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adoranymph · 4 years
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I’m not a fan of horror.
I’ve acquired a taste for things that contain horror elements, like Stranger Things, which contains moments of comedic heart and compelling character drama in addition to the horror, more so than say something with similarly disturbing horror moments like Alien or Aliens, and Shawn of the Dead, which is a romantic comedy spin on the traditional zombie apocalypse movie. And I’m more than certainly looking forward to checking out Lovecraft Country when it comes out. I’ve even gotten over my squeamishness concerning the face-melting in Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark, and the villain aging rapidly and ghoulishly into dust and then exploding in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. 
Actually, one of my favorite movies to watch with my father was the original Predator, probably because it was as much a movie about an alien trophy hunter hunting humans for sport as it was a macho action movie starring Arnold Schwarzenegger. And unlike Alien and Aliens, didn’t involve that oh-so-disturbing means of procreation we all have come to know and love about xenomorphs. Which means that no, much as I’m chill with the Predator, I still have little desire to watch its crossover with the xenomorph menace, Alien vs. Predator, all the way through. Admittedly, I have, in the past, watched clipped reviews of the Alien movies, including AVP and even AVP Requiem, which I think if I had watched in full would have made me sick. Because my curiosity just gets the better of me from time-to-time, and I know that about myself only too well.
And as much I love Michael Biehn in a James Cameron movie, and was touched by the concept of the found-family storyline in Aliens, I just don’t think I can stomach those chestbursters (ha ha).
I can’t even watch John Hurt reprise his role as “Kane” in a parody of his iconic horror scene in Spaceballs, and, like Shaun of the Dead, that’s a comedy! Even more so than Shaun of the Dead! Well, I do watch the part after when the CB sings, “Hello My Baby,” but by that point the parody of the worst part of that scene is over and done with, and there’s nothing but the joy of a dancing baby alien with Michigan J. Frog’s singing voice coming out of it while John Hurt “Kane” laments, “Oh no! Not again!”
And however compelling The Exorcist is in terms of character…yeah no, not touching that.
It is weird though given how far I’ve come in tolerating horror gore, but that’s just not a line I’m willing to cross yet as of writing this.
But back on track.
Sprinkling this in to counter-balance the PTSD I get from the mere thought of xenomorphs.
A few weeks ago, I got a taste for a different kind of horror, and honestly the kind I’ll take over gore in a heartbeat, even if both equally can get stuck in my head to an ugly degree. And that was rewatching M. Night Shyamalan’s The Sixth Sense. Probably because I got it in my head to watch Ari Aster’s Midsommar, and I still needed something else to fill out my creep-factor quota. I thought about backpedaling and watching his film before that, Hereditary, but I already know that that one ends far more bleakly (compared to Midsommar, depending on how you look at it, mind), and I needed something that was creepy and tragic, but had an ending that positively affirmed itself.
Then I remembered that The Sixth Sense sort of did that, and it had been a while since I had seen it, but I remembered it from as far back as childhood, me with my parents, adamantly not understanding how they could be fans of things like Alien and Aliens. More than that, I remember actually being able to enjoy Sixth Sense somewhat, even then. Appreciate it for its horror elements and moments of tragedy, rather than shrink away from it.
So I that’s what I did. And for all that Shyamalan has done (botching the first attempt at a live-action adaptation of Avatar: the Last Airbender chief among them), this one still gets me in the feels. Helps, I suppose, that I faced certain deaths and griefs at a far tenderer age than I was “meant to”, but even so, what Shyamalan does best, he does best here. And probably in Unbreakable and even Split too, but I haven’t seen those, and apparently after all that, Glass got panned so…yeah.
Still, if nothing else, it was fun to remember that Toni Collette was in this, and now that I’ve grown and seen her in things like Little Miss Sunshine, and clips of–that’s right, Hereditary–not be surprised, but no less pleased for her performance. Not only is she in a Shyamalan film that works its earmarks to its advantage, but she sells her character as a single mom at the end of her rope, with both a son, Cole, going through a difficult time that they can’t talk about, considering the kid knows what she’d think if he told her he sees dead people, and haunted by the death of her mother with whom she clearly had a difficult relationship. Not saying that this still couldn’t have worked, but given what The Happening did to Mark Wahlberg, color me double-rainbow impressed.
Bruce Willis too. Plus he had the advantage of working with Shyamalan on Unbreakable. So he probably knew how to play things in either situation. That and it’s honestly not a badly written character, all things considered, any more than Toni Collette’s character was. Or, even if it was, again, he sold it with his performance. He has a handle on subtle gravitas as much as he does going toe-to-toe with Alan Rickman (rest in peace) playing a terrorist.
Picked this one for the nostalgic fondness of, “Rent it on video. DVD’s also an option!”
Then you have Haley Joel Osment as Cole. And again, given he’s supposed to be this awkward kid with the added burden that he can see ghosts when no one else can and they scare him and even if he tells someone no one will believe him, any stiffness that comes with the Shyamalan style makes sense here. Death makes everything…stiff. Moreover, he sells it too. I get a lump in my throat just thinking of that moment when, after he’s at least told Bruce Willis’s character, as his therapist, about his secret, he tearfully demands, “How can you help me if you don’t believe me?”
Then there’s the revelation itself of the probably reason the ghosts come to him in the first place. Even if they’re not appearing to him with any conscious desire, some subconsciousness of their incorporeality compels them.
They need help.
In death, they’re lost, but maybe, as Cole’s still alive, there are loose ends he can tie off that they can’t. Not that he should, or even can–like I’m not sure what good he can do for that deceased housewife who clearly committed suicide to escape her abusive husband–but when he’s visited by the girl who’s mother poisoned her to death in a little fit of Munchausen-By-Proxy Syndrome, and he goes to her wake, finds the tapes that prove her mother’s guilt, gives them to her father, and the father confronts the mother about it, that got me more even than it did when I was younger and still trying to wrap my head around the concept of mothers poisoning their daughters.
That’s when things start to turn around for Cole. It’s still scary, but he takes that leap of faith, if you will, and one of the last times you see him with a dead person he’s conversing with them rather normally. Going over lines with them where he gets to play Arthur in a reenactment of the legend of the sword being pulling from the stone. You don’t even realize they’re another ghost until his teacher asks him who he was talking to and the ghost turns her head and you see the burn on the other side that obviously came from the fire that killed her. There’s just something so pure and honest in that, the idea of not only facing your fears, but doing so for the sake of lost souls who otherwise have no other hope because they’re dead.
After that is the one-two punch feels conclusion.
One being Cole not only confessing to his mother at last that he sees dead people, and her clearly starting to freak out about it, until he tells her that, “Grandma says, ‘hi’.” And communicates to her something that her mother never got to tell her herself. Of course, after thoughts of, “Oh dear lord, my son is insane,”, when the proof that Cole has indeed been talking to her mother’s spirit, that goes out the window in favor of,
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“Do I make her proud?”
and she just cries and she and her son hug it out. And again, Toni Collette sells it.
Then you have the revelation of Bruce Willis’s character: he was dead the whole time! His wife wasn’t just distancing herself from him and then maybe cheating on him, he was dead and she was a widow who was simply trying to find love again. A moment of horror, and then tragedy, and then bittersweet letting-go all in the last few frames of the film. There’s the two in the one-two punch.
Not to mention my first experience of a “Shyamalan twist”. One that was set up well. Scenes constructed to lead you into thinking that of course he’s alive, details you glaze over, and then you realize, “Oh sh**.”
Which was probably part of the problem with some of his later works, where the twist became synonymous with his style, so sometimes it felt like they were put in there in future movies of his without any real rhyme or reason other than that the public were expecting them and thus somehow obligatory to the script.
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Just as I haven’t seen Unbreakable, or Split, and certainly not Glass, I haven’t seen The Visit, either, though from what I understand, it almost sounds like Shyamalan went back to the same headspace he had here in The Sixth Sense, using the awkwardness that seems to come out in his work to an advantage in the found footage format. And the twist was apparently actually hilarious. Which is nice. Good for him.
Not everything someone makes is going to be a hit, even if they’re getting paid for it. But when things are a hit, sometimes, they hit so well that it can make up for all the misses. Or almost make up for them.
Honestly, Sixth Sense is, ultimately, the only Shyamalan film I’ve seen in full. But I enjoyed it no less this time, in fact, enjoyed it more now that I have a better understanding of death and grief and loss.
Guess that’s kind of a weird thing to say, but it’s that same kind of “enjoy” that comes from feeling like someone understands something about something you understand, and maybe even feel a little bit less alone for it. Not only did I experience a lot of grief as a preteen, but before that, I was the weird one that most everyone else at school generally avoided if not viciously teased, with the exception of a few fair-weather friends. All these elements and story beats used to creepy effect in Sixth Sense, along with that sense that some horror doesn’t so much horrify me as actually make my own life seem brighter rather than darker, made for a viewing experience that I place value in as I write this. (Especially given right now we are all apparently living a Stephen King novel right now.)
  So even if I still can’t handle body horror to the degree of stuff like Alien or Aliens, or David Cronenberg’s The Fly (much as I would love to see Jeff Goldblum in all his 80s hair awkward nerd glory as he romances Geena Davis), there is some horror I can handle. And figuring out why is yet one more thing that I place value in.
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Hi, Can you make a list of different Entps types that there are or at least that you’ve met? Thanks!
lOL yes. I’m just going to go through my people then. So here I present: The ENTPs I know as types of ENTPS as told by an ENTP: 
I’m putting it under the cut because it’s long 
Grandma
The ENTP who has been through literally everything--made a ton of mistakes but came out ultimately on top because she learns fabulously quick and is smarter than every single person
Long story short--this woman was given away from her fam in the 30s because she was too black (loorrrd help me), grew up unwanted, followed an older brother across the US to this place where she met her (meh) husband, had a ton of kids, got a degree in her 50s, got her 9 kids through pOVERTY, wellfare, racism, kicked that husband out, married again, managed to buy a house and get it done
She’s the type of person to look at someone and be like... give me a second. I’m about to charm them, I’ll be back ;) 
Kept her money in her bra
My pops
The ENTP who is cutthroat in business but a cinnamon role as soon as he’s out of the tie
like a mullet kinda
Son of Grandma ENTP
Has the slim cut pants and tailored shirts and fires many people (but genuinely hates it because they have a fam, yo). If it’s cut and dry, if the person can’t do the job, they shouldn’t be paid
Wears those bucket hats on vacation and does not give a fuck that he looks, sounds, and acts like an American tourist
Does not sleep
Thinks most people are idiots, but will not say this out loud
Should hire people to do the fixer-upper stuff around the house because will not be able to finish (or do it well tbh)
cLINGY to INTJ wife, god he’s so loyal and in love it’s gross
poor mom
Myself ;) 
The ENTP who has gotten too far in life for how lazy she is. she’s like an empty vessel that made it all the way across the ocean and then someone opens it and they’re like damn... maybe another bottle deserved this
Daughter of my pops and granddaughter of grandma (obviously)
Can lie right through her teeth if it’s for the greater good or if it harms no one 
comes back and bites her often
Thinks most people are idiots and will say this out loud
Somehow managed to make her insults sound nice and friendly--normally is nice and friendly though
boyfriend had to tell her to shush when she said “I like my officemate, but not very much” on a group bus ride-
Really good at art for some reason, has been in many art shows and has sold art and whenever someone comes up with an interpretation of her work she just agrees with it because she was just drawing a picture..
depressingly manipulative
Has no vision and no urge to stick to anything, but thankfully can see opportunity, so is casually living a great life although she’s not emotionally attached to it at all
how did she get here 
The hippest summer school gal who’s name I cannot remember for the life of me but let’s call her Gab
The ENTP who is the best person to be around because she is genuinely a mESS -- but probably not good to be around forever
Only person to put tacks on a teacher’s chair 
Farts in class and blames it on others
Smart talks teachers and they like her anyway
Will be the good friend to tell you that you have food in your teeth or that you look like a traffic cone in your running outfit
Cut class, when she got in trouble, she told the lady in charge that she hadn’t been in trouble in this way before and was nervous because she was just acting out so that her divorced parents would focus on her for once-- also complimented the woman’s skirt
bud got off the hook...
also her parents were married
Once stole sodas from another summer camp, came back to our course, when the teacher was like, where did you get those from.. you’re not supposed to have those, Gab was like, oh the kids gave them to us! I didn’t know they were not allowed, we can take them back, or give them to you. I’m so sorry, I should’ve known it wasn’t allowed. 
And the teacher fell for it
The type of ENTP who one shouldn’t hang around probably
But geesh she was fun
Norwegian study abroad friend, or NSAF
The developed and balanced ENTP male who is for sure mistaken for an INTP by a young, untrained American eye because he’s quieter and relatively mature enough to experience his emotions
The walking definition of loyal. He took his best friend everywhere on his bike handles 
Though emotional, he expressed them much like a calculator expresses numbers
he fell for another friend of mine and she was like... man he’s straightforward (she was a rollercoaster though, so compared to that)
Clever, quick, smart, sharp as a tack
He was a quiet version of me--which was fun at first, but then we realized that we bored each other when we were around each other for too long, so we had our own sets of friends, and met up for special occasions to annoy people with witty talk and jokes that only the rationals, INFJs, INFPs, and ENFPs caught 
Awkward hugger
Chilean Man
The immature and unbalanced ENTP male who is also 30
who I get along with very well anyway because we think alike but who I cannot support most of the time
Offensive jokes to those who can be affected
All races, nationalities, genders, heights, blahs are not safe if they so much as make an annoyed face to anything he says
I’d managed to be exempt from this for a while until he discovered that I’m annoyed by these non american people making fun of my accent and calling it Texan (it is not Texan). I know not to respond but he found my button
Sex jokes
Easily one of the smartest in the lab
knows this
he’s not wrong though 
Gets away with spending more money because the boss loves him with reason, he gets results
Where the ego in the lab is far too large, his insecurities bleed into his personality
He eats poorly, is very single and objectifies women when I’m not around 
I called him insecure the one time he did it while I was around, and that ended that
Respects people who he thinks are as smart as he is
Only talks about things he wants to talk about. Gets annoyed by conversations on the peripheral of his interests
Mr. Tesla the Technician
The gadget obsessed ENTP who is the literal jack of all trades
Probably had a Harley and a leather jacket as a youth tbh
Also looks far too young to have a daughter that is my age, like only to grey streaks
Can fix anything and is in charge of other technicians
enjoys saying, i’ll call up my guys 
Generally loves telling people what to do, but hates being in charge of too many people--which he has to do every year when he has to teach the labs
Enjoys some light insulting to those who he know can take it
You look tired today
You’re not fired yet?
I told Karen to take the trash out but you’re still here
Sunshine in the lab because he gets stuff done and he’s totally hilarious
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“Dee! We’re back!” Jensen opened the door for YN and stepped inside.
“Hi, YN!” JJ ran into YN’s arms.
“Hey, cutie!” She accepted the little girl’s gesture.
“No love for me?” Jensen crosses his armed in fake anger.
“Nope!” JJ laughed, pretending to ignore him. “Did you go see the doctor? Do you feel better? Did you get a shot? I don’t like shots.”
“We’re perfectly fine. No shots today,” Jensen assured her. He looked at YN. With pursed lips, she prayed he did not give JJ any more information about what kind of doctor they had gone to.
“Yeah!” JJ pumped her fist in the air.
“Come on, time to eat!” Danneel tried to distract everyone from the secretive, awkward conversation.
———-
Over the next few days, YN became more reserved. Danneel thought she had reverted back to her previous tendencies.
“YN,” the mom started, “you okay?”
“Yep. Why?” She looked up from her homework at the table in the kitchen.
“You’re just quiet is all.” Danneel tiredly smiled.
“Just thinking,” the girl sighed. “Did Jensen tell you?” YN felt the weight of her secret.
“Tell me what?” Danneel turned down the burner and sat at the table.
“About therapy?” YN put her pencil down.
“He isn’t allowed to share anything from therapy, sweetie. It goes against confidentiality.”
“Oh,” YN put her head in her hands.
“You are more than welcome to share, YN. It’s just that JENSEN can’t tell me.” Danneel kept an even voice. “Would it make you feel better if you told someone?”
“Yeah,” YN admitted. “It’s just that I don’t want you to hate me,” she continued looking away, head in hands.
“Nope, not gonna happen,” Danneel said plainly. She moved so that she was below YN, looking straight into her eyes through the spaces between her fingers. The mom waited.
“He hurt me. Really bad.” YN moved her hands and sat up. Danneel maintained eye contact.
“Oh yeah? That must’ve been hard.” Danneel reminded herself not to pounce like a mama protecting her baby.
“Yeah. I mean, I’m okay. Sometimes the memories come back. The doc knows, but no one else does. I’m afraid if I tell you, then Sarah is going to take me away, and-“
“I’m so glad he followed you here from Dallas. One thing at a time.” Danneel soothed.
“I want to tell you. I am scared of Jensen. And I feel bad. He isn’t bad-“
“But he is a boy,” Danneel nodded, realizing she had been intimidated by any of the men that were in her world.
“Yeah. I love Jensen, but-“
“I love you too, sweetheart.” Jensen slowly walked into the room.
“I- I think-“ YN stuttered. She quieted.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me. Promise.” He walked over to her and stopped.
“I- I want to, but I don’t think I can tell you all of it. Not right now.” YN looked away.
“That’s fine, YN.”
“Are the babies…”
“They’re busy, it’s okay,” Danneel smiled. Jensen sat down with the two females.  
“Okay, umm. Well, one of my foster parents hurt me.  A lot. I was the oldest. He blamed me for stuff.”
“Oh yeah?” Danneel prompted the teenager to continue.  She narrowed her eyes at Jensen, telling him to not talk. Jensen nodded, understanding that talking to Danneel would be easier for YN.  
********* start
“Yeah, I thought it was okay, but after a while he-” she sniffled. Everyone stayed silent. A few seconds later, YN continued.  “He had me join a softball team.  Sarah said I was staying a while, so my foster dad wanted me to join a club or something.  He became the coach since it was a city league thing.  But he kind of started telling me it was my fault if we did bad.  I was nine when it started.  He made me do stuff.” YN halted. Jensen and Danneel tried to hide their anger toward this unknown man behind their sympathetic smiles. Danneel reached for YN’s hand slowly, and the teen accepted her touch.  Jensen started to make contact with YN’s back from behind, but Danneel shook her head while YN was looking at the floor.  Instead, Jensen stood up and walked in front of her cautiously.  He sat on his chair with a foot of floor space between the two of them.  Jensen offered her a reassuring smile, telling her to continue without any physical touch, because he didn’t want to scare her. “He just- it never got super bad, okay?  I’m okay.” Spewing out the words, she tried justifying the man’s actions.
“We know you’re okay, but it’s alright if you tell us that you WEREN’T okay,” Danneel assured her with a hand going up and down YN’s arm.  “Promise,” she smiled.
“He would hit me and other stuff.” Her face turned red.  After a deep breath, she continued.  “I protected the other kids as much as I could.”
Jensen gritted his teeth. Breaking his unspoken promise to his wife, he said, “That was very unfair of him. You didn’t deserve that,” Jensen told her with unwavering confidence in his voice. “Do you understand that?” Jensen’s voice was gentle but assuring.
“Sort of, I guess.  I mean, I shouldn’t have lost all those games, and I should have taken care of the kids better, but-” as YN spoke, Jensen swallowed.  “I have been here and watched you guys.  I’m not scared of you.  Well, sometimes, but that’s ‘cause I am not used to all this.” She motioned with her finger.  “You are… calm, I guess.”
“Listen to me.” Jensen waited for YN to meet his eyes. “You didn’t deserve any of that- no matter what you did or didn’t do.  You hear me?”  He raised his eyebrows, emphasizing his point and waiting for an audible response.
******* end
“Yeah.  This is the first time I’ve been able to relax and… just be me.”
“Well, we don’t want anyone else, YN.  You’re perfect.” Danneel continued rubbing the girls arm in a soothing manner.  As the conversation died, the wife and mother wanted YN to feel validated.  “Do you know how Jensen and I met?” YN looked up at Danneel.
“Dee-” Jensen tried to intervene, knowing where she was going with her story.
“It’s fine, Jay.  She needs to know.” Danneel returned her attention to the teenager.
“You were both on the CW, right? I’ve seen One Tree Hill,” YN assumed.
****** start
“We were, but we met at my show’s wrap party. I was at a One Tree Hill event with the other cast members and crew.  A few other CW stars, including Jensen, were there too.  Someone cornered me.  He was really creepy and saying inappropriate things.  Maybe he thought no one would notice or think that I wouldn’t fight back.  I’m not sure, but Jensen just happened to see what was going on.  I think he saw how scared I was, so you know what he did?” Danneel’s grimace changed to a remembering smile.
****** end
“What?”  YN squinted in curiosity.
“Jensen pretended to be my boyfriend, asking where I had gone.  When the guy wouldn’t leave, he told the guy that if he touched me, Jensen would punch his lights out.”
“Really?!”  YN gave a questioning look.
“Yep, and he stood by my side the rest of the evening.  Wherever I went, he was right there to make sure that no one else bothered me after that prick left the party.  He’s watched out for me ever since.” Danneel reach over to mess up Jensen’s hair.  He smirked. “Jensen won’t ever hurt you.  He is a guy, but he saves girls from monsters, he is not one, I know from experience.” Bold for prompt
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Over the next few weeks, YN became relaxed around the family. Family members came over to celebrate Danneel’s birthday. The teen met and mingled with them, as well as those she had never seen before.
“Look at her,” Donna whispered to Jensen with a smile.
“I know. She’s never even met some of these people. What happened?” He laughed.
“You did,” his mom replied.
“What?” He turned to read the expression on her face.
“You taught her to be conversational and be confident. Any time she was near that man, she shriveled into herself. Look at her!” Donna pointed toward YN leading a conversation between the Padaleckis’ and some of their friends.
“She- she told us some stuff-” Jensen started. He took a breath. “Excuse me,” the son sniffled and stood up from his chair next to his mom.  As he walked away, she followed.  As he went around the corner to another room.  Donna touched the back of his arm. Jensen halted.  He started crying, clearing his throat.  
“It’s okay to be upset.”  Donna whispered.
“She didn’t deserve it, Mom.” He turned to face her.  
“And you have to clean up his mess, I know.  But she is worth it, Jensen Ross.”
“She is SO worth it.”
Donna reached up and wiped his few tears away.  
“I know,” she smiled.  “Wipe those tears, she needs you,” Donna nodded toward the teenager running toward him.  
“Jensen!  Guess what?”  She maintained eye contact while asking Donna for a hug with open arms.  The grandma-figure accepted and kissed her on the cheek.
“What, sweetheart?”  He beamed. She was genuinely excited about something.
“Gen asked me if I could spend the night tonight.  Can I? Please? I’ll be good, I promise,” she rambled.
“Woah, there!”  He let out a hearty laugh.
“Sorry,” she replied, giggling.
“Let’s talk to Dee, but I don’t see a problem with it.”
“Yes! Okay, come on!”  YN reached for his hand after stepping away from Donna. “Danneel!”  The young girl yelled for her foster mom over the party noise. The woman turned away from a conversation with friends.
“What’s up, YN?  Wow, you look really excited.” Danneel noted the way YN dragged Jensen with her. She narrowed her eyes at her husband, wordlessly asking him what was going on.
“I know it’s your birthday weekend, and I am sorry, but-” YN started rambling again.  She took a breath after Jensen modeled one for her. “But, Gen asked if I could spend the night with them, and I really want to.  Please?”
“Oh, wow, YN!  Yes!  Of course.”  Danneel reciprocated the teen’s infectious smile.
“Umm, Danneel?”  YN’s expression soured. She whispered, “What do I bring to a sleepover?”  The woman’s eyes went wide.  She told herself not to react to a question every kid should know the answer to.
“I can help with that, come on.”  Danneel showed no waver in her voice even though she was shocked that YN had to ask such a question.  
“Bye, Jensen!”  YN waved as she walked up the stairs with Danneel.  
The two ladies entered YN’s room.
“So, you need all of your basic stuff.  Let’s start with what happens when you get ready for bed.  Everything that you would use at home, you’ll take to the Padaleckis’.”
“Umm, toothbrush!”  YN ran into the bathroom and returned with it.
“Perfect.  Hold that for a second, we need to get a case for it.  Come here, Jensen has a ton since he travels all the time.”  The ladies opened a hallway closet door.  Grabbing a blue toothbrush case, she escorted YN back to her room.  “Put this in there.  Okay, next!”
“Pajamas!” YN responded excitedly.
As they continued to go down the list, YN filled a borrowed suitcase.  When they finished, YN grabbed a stuffed impala from her bed and ran back down the stairs.  
“Gen, I’m ready!”  YN beamed and dragged the suitcase with clumsiness to the mom of three.  As she started to run toward her, YN turned around and ran back to Danneel.  “Thank you for letting me do this!” Danneel kissed the top of her head.  
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“Time for bed, babies!” Gen snuck into Tom’s room where the three younger ones surrounded YN as she read them a story.
“Mom,” they groaned.
“Nope, it’s already passed your bedtime. Everyone to bed!” She winked at YN.” As the babies settled, YN looked at Gen.
“Good night, Gen. Thanks for tonight.”
“Sweetie, it’s 8:00. You can stay up with us. Let’s go watch TV.” The teen followed her down the stairs.
“Hey, YN!” Jared sat up on the couch.”You ready to stay up all night watching movies?”
“You better not, or you will be grumpy tomorrow.” Gen nudged his head, playing.
“Aww, come on, please?” Jared whined.
“Fine, since you have the next week off.” His wife grinned. “Come get some popcorn, YN! What do you want to watch? You get to choose.”
After a beat, YN answered.
“Umm… Transformers?”
“You like those?” Jared asked, surprised.
“Yes…?”
“Perfect!” Jared beamed.
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The next morning, YN woke to a knock on the guest room door. She rolled out of bed.
“Yeah?”
“Breakfast!” Gen yelled. She slowly opened the door as YN gathered her clothes and headed toward the restroom. “Hey,” she stopped the girl. “No changing yet. Part of the sleepover experience. Stay in your PJs as long as you can.” Gen smiled.  “The kids want to wish you a good morning, come on.”
The teenager dropped her clothes with a grin and exited the guest room. She marveled at how relaxed everyone was.  Taking it all in, she quietly scanned the interactions between the siblings and parents.
“YN?” Jared cocked his head to the side.  “You okay?”
“Sleepovers are fun,” YN answered.  “Can we do this again?” She watched for Jared and Gen’s reaction.
“Please, Mommy?” Thomas asked. The adults gave sneaky grins.
“I’m not sure.  You all caused a lot of trouble last night not going to bed when I asked…” The mom tried not to break into a laugh.  YN caught on and stayed silent while the younger ones protested.  After they calmed down, the matriarch answered, “I think that would be a great idea.”
“Really?” YN beamed.  She almost ran Gen over with a hug.  
“Of course.”
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“Did you sleep at all last night?”  Danneel watched as YN walked through the door of their house with bed head and her clothes in her arms while still wearing her PJs.  
“No.  We ended up on the couch until three in the morning and then Jared kicked me out, told me to go to bed.”  Danneel opened her arms to the girl.  After a kiss on the cheek, the younger one was dismissed to get ready for the day. “Can I at least take a nap today though?”  She asked Danneel when she came back down the stairs.  
“Jensen wanted us to go out as a family today,” Danneel answered.  
“Oh,” YN grimaced. “Have fun.”
“You’re part of the family, YN.  You aren’t staying here is what I’m trying to say.  Go get your stuff, we’re leaving soon. Maybe we’ll be back in time for you to rest. The babies will need a nap anyway.”
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While on their outing, YN watched in amazement as Jensen showed her his favorite spots in Austin. They went to a restaurant and sightseeing within the Austin limits. The family took pictures at an amazing photo spot well-known in the area. A few people wanted to take photos with Jensen and Danneel, so she stayed to the side. All of a sudden, YN screamed and ran toward the car, getting in, and locking it.
“What was that?” Danneel passed Arrow to Jensen and chased after her with keys in her hand. When she opened the SUV door, Danneel saw YN hiding on the floorboard below the windows. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to flip out like that,” she apologized through tears.”A guy passed us and he looked just like him!”
“Him who?” Danneel confusedly climbed in next to her.
“Terry, my foster dad!” YN cried into the cuffs of her sweatshirt. “It wasn’t him, at least I don’t think so.” After a few minutes of calming down, YN returned to the family gathered off to the side.  As they walked around, more people asked for photos with the mom and dad, so YN waited with Arrow in her arms, Zeppelin in the stroller, and JJ holding her hand.  
“Hello, sweetheart.  Remember me?” A voice growled into YN’s ear.  
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“I could break you” - Conner Kent x Batsis!Reader (Erotica)
Well. I recently binge watched (again) Young Justice (the trailer for season 3 hyped me too much), and remembered how much I fucking love Conner Kent. Like if we forget about the Batfam, he’s definitely my favorite DC character (I mean, if we also forget about Constantine I guess). And I...just...had to write something with him. And I also felt like writing smut so...Yup. Hope you’ll like it ! 
IMPORTANT WARNING : THIS IS EROTICA ! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED, I GODDAMN MEAN IT. Like there’s cute and sweet feelings in the mix, but also...smut, so if you’re not 18 or more, or if you’re not comfortable with that sort of things etc etc, this story ain’t for you. I have tons of other very SFW story, for averyone to read, and if you wanna check those out instead, it’s right here, on My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives.
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Conner was nervous.
He had no reasons to really, it was even quite stupid for him to stress so much about something so dumb and normal.
And yet, here he was, at the kitchen table in his parents’ house (most of the time, he lived at the Young Justice’s headquarters, where he had his own little enclosed apartment, but it was vacation time for everyone so...he came to visit his family), barely touching his breakfast while he usually ate six eggs, countless hashbrowns and so oh so much bacon...
It’s his mom who noticed. Of course it is. His brother and father were to busy eating to see anything else but their plate.
Lois turns to her oldest boy (that she came to consider her son not so long ago to be honest, when Clark finally came to closure with the fact that he had to be there for him...well, “not so long ago”, quite a few years now, nearly ten in fact, Jon was tiny when Conner really came into her life) and says :
-Are you OK Conner ?
And by the way he jumped in the air, she knew she was right. Something was wrong, and she was gonna get it out of him.
Conner turns to his mom, as if she just slapped him, utterly surprised she noticed something (even if it was very obvious) and shakes his head :
-Yes. Yes, I’m fine. I was just...thinking.
Lois gives him that mom look that means : “And you think I’m going to buy that ?”, and doesn’t even have to say more for Conner to continue :
-Ok it’s just...I wanted to ask you something but I don’t know if...I mean...
Lois elbows her husband, who was still too engrossed with his food to realize anything, and gives him that typical wife look that he could translate by : “Pay attention to what is happening, it’s important...also you have a piece of egg on your chin” (yes, it’s a very specific look). 
Clark reluctantly tears away from his food (which is made even more difficult as he hears his youngest son chewing loudly his delicious breakfast..) and raises his head, looking simultaneously at his wife then at his boy (who wasn’t really a boy anymore). ...Of course, he has no idea what’s going on, but he acts like he does, imitating his wife’s thoughtful facial expression. 
Lois says : 
-Conner, you know you can ask us anything right ?
Oh. Ok there’s something the boy wants to ask but he hesitates too. Alright. Dad Clark is up to date. He confirms what his wife just said : 
-Yes. Yes of course you can ask us anything. 
Conner looks between his mother and father, and their gentle expression calms him a little bit. With a weak voice that is very unlike him, he says :  
-It’s about (Y/N). 
Lois and Clark exchange a look, and his mom says : 
-You can ask us anything, of course. But if it regards certain...Matters, maybe you should talk about it with your friends ? Or with your dad. Just with him. 
For a few seconds, Conner is confused. 
What is she on about ? 
...Until he realizes his mom misunderstood him, and his face turns utterly red. 
He can’t believe she thought he wanted to ask something about...that ! As if he was gonna discuss with his parents about what happens with his girlfriend !!
Blushing more and more at the thought, Conner blurts out : 
-I’m not gonna ask you anything about...that ! Especially not in front of Jon ! It’s not...I wasn’t...What happens between her and I...Stays between her and I and...wasn’t...I wasn’t...far from it...it’s not...
Happy she misunderstood her son’s nervousness, Lois chuckles a bit as she witnesses her twenty something boy getting all awkward and embarrassed and not knowing what to say. 
It’s always a treat for her, when her powerful family members mumble and ramble out of embarrassment, it makes them feel more...humans and flawed. 
In that moment, Clark has some terrible flashbacks of teenaged him and this almost exact scene happening with his ma and pa, and therefor, he rushes to his son’s aid and says : 
-Ok moving on. Then what do you want to ask ? 
Conner takes a few second to regain his countenance, and after mumbling some more about “intimate topics not being a subject of conversation with parents” he shakes his head and finally says : 
-I just...Well here we go. 
Conner takes a deep breath and quickly says : 
-I want to take (Y/N) to a special place, only I...Well...Could I borrow your car please ? I still don’t have one and I want to pick her up for once. She always come to get me...And her dad really doesn’t like when I fly to the mansion, he’s super paranoid about their secret identities - to that comment, Clark raises his eyebrows as if to say “yeah no kidding ?” but lets his son finish - and my motorcycle needs repairs and...I just want to pick her up for once. Trying to be romantic you know ? So...Could I borrow your car ? 
There’s a small silence. Lois tries to muffle her “aaawww” because she thinks her son is utterly cute, and meanwhile, Clark answers : 
-That’s it ? You want to borrow the car ? Of course you can boy ! Go ahead ! 
Conner’s face light up, and once against, Lois has to restrain herself from embarrassing him by cooing at him as if he was a baby, but he was genuinely so cute ! She just wanted to pinch his cheek and shower him with kisses. 
-Where are you going to take her ? 
Clark asks, giving his wife the perfect diversion to go and fetch more eggs and Hashbrown for Jon, and therefor hiding her urge to treat her twenty six year old son like if he was a toddler. 
-Oh I wanna take her to one of the field at the outskirt of Smallville, a bit further than grandma’s house. She never saw the Milky Way, living in Gotham and all. So we’re going to go stargazing. 
Lois makes a strangle noise from the kitchen (her boy was just so sweet !) and Clark and Conner looks at her, a bit worried. 
-You ok mom ? 
Conner asks, and she comes back sitting next to him, ruffling his hair. 
-Yes I am. You’re just...too sweet. (Y/N) is a lucky girl. 
Conner blushes a bit, still having trouble accepting compliments...But his mom’s next few words make him blush even more : 
-Though...Stargazing. Just the two of you. Hum...Don’t forget to bring protection. 
-AAAAH MOOOOOM !! 
Conner exclaims, as red as a tomato. Clark acts as if he didn’t hear anything and goes back to his breakfast and...Jon finally lifts his head up, saying : 
-Mom’s right. Bring protection. You never know if an asteroid or something is gonna fall on ya while you stargaze ! Also, are you gonna finish your plate ?
Clark and Lois burst out in laughter in front of a very confused Jon, and a Conner who wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear...Blushing more than ever, he hands his plate to his little brother and leaves the table, as his parents still laugh like crazy. 
Snatching their car key, he rushes outside and curses a bit more because why did they have to laugh so much ?! 
Damn them. 
************
When you received Conner’s text, the least you could say is that you were utterly surprised. 
It was very rare, that he would come p...Wait. 
Actually, it was the first time he came to pick you up by car. 
Usually, you’d meat at Mount Justice, or he would fly to your house (which your dad hated) and then you’d use one of your car (being a Wayne had its perks) to go out. 
He used his motorcycle a few time, but again, you having one too, you’d just meet somewhere and then go on a road trip or something...
Yes. It was the first time he actually drove from Metropolis to Wayne Manor to come and pick you up for a date. It was...somewhat exciting. 
You didn’t know why, but there was something about him coming to get you that was just...feeling really nice. 
You were looking outside from one of the first floor window when you finally heard the bell from the gigantic portal at the entrance of the estate. 
You rushed downstairs to go open, but of course Alfred was there first...And so were the rest of your family. 
-What are you guys doing ? 
Your words startle all of them and they turn around a bit panicked, as if you just caught them redhanded while doing something illegal. Your father speaks first : 
-Nothing. 
He says, in the most unconvincing tone ever. 
You crease your eyebrows at him and say : 
-You weren’t expecting to see him before I came down, were you ? Because that would be a ridiculously stupid plan.  And I think he heart enough of your threat already. 
Jason, who was visiting that day, said a falsely innocent : 
-Nooooooo. Of course not. We would NE-VER.
You glare at them a bit, and gesture for them to get away from the door. They obediently go out of your way and you go to open the front door, almost snarling at them. 
-Don’t you have better things to do anyway ? 
You ask them a bit coldly, while Alfred rolls his eyes and Dick gives you an apologetic look. They look away, as if they were down there by pure coincidence. 
You turn towards the outdoor.
A car is slowly going up the path to the entrance door. 
It’s a pick-up truck. 
Of course it’s a pick-up truck, it’s probably Clark’s. 
And it’s...oh my gods. 
-Wait...Red and blue...jeez, can you be more obvious ?
Your father, who went out too and was now next to you, rolls his eyes and says :
-Eh it’s Clark we’re talking about, not really the most...You know. His way of hiding his secret identity is by putting some glasses on...
You chuckle a bit, knowing indeed exactly what he means. And you forget to tell him to go back inside and leave you and Conner alone. 
The car stops in front of the stairs and Conner gets out of it. He awkwardly straightens himself up and slowly walks up the stairs.
His eyes cross your father’s and he holds his gaze defiantly but then...
then he sees you. 
A wide smile spreads across his face : 
-Hey you. 
He says a bit dumbly (he always felt so light hearted around you). 
-Hi. 
You answer with the same lovey dovey tone. He continues, giving you his hand : 
-Shall we go ? 
You’re about to answer when your father (now joined by the rest of your family) says, his voice cold and low, menacing : 
-Go where, exactly ? 
You slowly turn to him, and oh it’s utterly scary, the look you give him...you’re definitely taking that glare after him. With slow detached words you say, the anger felt in every syllables : 
-I am twenty, dad. It’s none of your business where I go. 
He looks at you and is about to answer, probably ready to say something stupid that every parents say like : “As long as you live under my roof, you follow my rules” or something (as if that ever happened anyway...after all, you were also taking a lot ater your mother, Catwoman), but this time, you’re the one cutting him off. 
You ignore him completely and turn to Conner : 
-I’m coming back babe - it’s utterly satisfying, how your dad winces at the pet name you give your boyfriend-,  forgot my backpack upstairs. 
You start to leave but stop before reaching the door. You turn around and glare some more at your brothers and dad before saying : 
-You guys. In. Right now. Except you Dick, you can talk with Conner if you wanna, you’re the only one that isn’t annoying here. The others, inside the house. Actually, follow me, so I’m sure you’re not planning anything sneaky. 
They’re about to protest, but oh the look you give them...And so they follow you to your bedroom. With a sigh you tell them : 
-I thought we were over the all “watching your every move whenever you’re with your boyfriend” phase ?
Your father looks at you very seriously and says : 
-I never agreed to that. 
-You did when you said you’d stop trying to break us up. Still think it’s a huge asshole move by the way, not sure I forgave you yet (in this story : “They’re kind of assholes”).
Your dad grumbles an answer and turns to your brothers for support. 
But they all look away...It was hard for them to let go, but they had to admit that you were old enough to make your own decisions and all...And Conner was a good guy, they really weren’t being fair. 
Besides, they still actually felt bad about trying to break the two of you up (well, maybe Damian and your dad didn’t much).
You roll your eyes and give them each a small slap on the back of their head. 
-I know what I’m doing. Trust me. 
Jason snorts and says : 
-Oh we trust you. Him on the other hand...
There’s a small silence and you sigh once again...Only one solution left for them to let go. You look at them and gather the famous Wayne smirk before saying : 
-Jay, I’m twenty. If you think Conner is my first you’re gravely mistaken and I...
Tim interjects : 
-WOW ! STOP ! DO NOT WANT TO KNOW THOSE INFOS ABOUT MY SISTER !! RED ALERT ! RED ALLEEERT !! 
Your father looks at you, shocked (he had to realize, one day or another, you weren’t a child anymore), Jason froze and seemed to have crashed as if he was a computer, Damian has a murderous look in his eyes but is still too stunned to move....and you smirk as you leave your room. 
Yup. Here’s a sure way to shut them up. 
They all stand in your room, stunned, as you go back down and yell to them :
-See y’all tomorrow ! 
After a while, they finally de-froze. And your youngest brother says : 
-Did she say she’d come back tomorrow ?!
His voice is full of worries, as he turns to your father who just manages to say : 
-...Did she just say “y’all” ?
Oh God. The Kent were starting to influence you too much...
You were already far away when they finally decided to move out of your room, your father sighing nostagically a bit at the sight of a picture of you and him when you were barely four... 
************
When you went down the stairs, you found Conner red as a tomato, discussing with Dick. You instantly narrowed your eyes at your brother and said : 
-Oh, not you too Dickie ?! 
Your oldest brother turned to you and smiled widely, of a joyful and innocent smile : 
-What ? Can’t give advices to a friend ? And can’t threaten my sister’s boyfriend to kill him if he hurts her ? 
Unsure of wether he’s kidding or not, you just stare at him and slowly takes Conner’s hand. You two get back to the car, and you ask him : 
-What did he say to you exactly ? 
-Nothing ! 
Conner’s answer is too rushed for you to believe him...but you don’t feel like getting the truth out of him. Nope. You just want to enjoy your day. 
You watch your oldest brother wave at you as you leave, a way too satisfied smile on his face...
************
The drive is oh so pleasant. 
You talk about anything and nothing, and sometimes, you just stay silent, enjoying each others’ presence. Listening to your favorite song (getting a bit too turned up when “Africa” by Toto gets on...). 
At some point, you decide to lay your head on his shoulder, and put your hand on his thigh and Conner can’t help but smile stupidly. Your mere presence always made him feel so jolly, so relaxed...
Finally, you arrive where he wanted to take you. 
It’s a beautiful field in the middle of nowhere, near a forrest. You can hear water a bit further, lost in the trees, probably a river of some sort. 
There, you start by having a picnic.
Conner prepared some sandwiches and it’s just so romantic and cute ! And oh it’s been so long since he had the occasion to be romantic and cute with you...
You wipe a bit of mayo that got on the corner of his mouth and...before you know it, your lips are on his, and you’re straddling him while furiously making out, his tongue licking at yours. 
It almost turns to more but...as usual he pulls away.
This time, he tells you you two should go to the river, to cool down a little on this hot summer day (both figuratively and literally). He didn’t want you to have a heatstroke or something...
And you get a little bit frustrated. 
You know you shouldn’t be. But it’s always like this...You spend more than one night with him, at Mount Justice, but things never went further than passionate making-out and sometimes, oral. 
Granted, he was amazing at eating you out and more than once he snuck in your bedroom at the mansion, and devoured you while you were trying to be silent so your family wouldn’t hear you. 
And given his reactions, you knew you gave good blowjobs too but...Whenever it was time for more, for the “ultimate act of love” (your mom called it that...you didn’t even know why you picked her expression up, it was so stupid and cheesy) he stopped (even if clearly reluctant to). 
And you knew why. 
It wasn’t because he didn’t want to be with you like that, but because he was afraid to hurt you. And given the fact that he still couldn’t always control his powers properly...he could very well hurt you.
He almost did a few times when his cock was in your mouth so...he wasn’t about to risk injuring you badly.
But damn it was starting to get frustrating. 
Especially even more since you knew he slept with M’gann before (which was fine, you had other boyfriends too, including a certain “Aqualad”). 
Somehow, she convinced him he wouldn’t hurt her...or maybe he thought she could take it while you couldn’t ? 
She wasn’t a “weak” human after all...
Little did you know that he just never thought that he could hurt her when they were together, while with you...just the thought of hurting you a tiny bit hurt his heart more than anything else. 
You weren’t about to force him of course, but you would be lying if you didn’t have a hope that spending the night in a remote place just the two of you wouldn’t arouse a...certain mood. 
But for now, all frustration disappears as you playfully throw some water at him, and he picks you up and throw you in the cold ass water...Not very delicately, but hey, you’re not really a delicate lady. 
You emerge from the water, hair falling unsexily on your face, laughing your ass off as Conner joins you, and you both start playing as if you were little kids. 
And it’s just so nice, to be far away from any responsibilities and vigilante stuffs...It has been a long time since you two had a sort of vacation. 
Even longer since you managed to be just the two of you...there was usually always someone around. 
So you take advantage of it, enjoying every single seconds in his arms, laughing, talking, yelling out of joy...
************
You don’t think you’ve been that happy ever in your life. 
That relaxed. 
It’s...so nice, to forget about all your stress, traumas and bad times. 
To not worry about your father being reckless, or about one of your brothers getting hurt somehow. About having to arrest your mother because she stole yet another treasure or anything of the like...
You wish you could stay like that forever. 
Far from all your troubles. Not that you didn’t love your family, hell, you would die for all of them but...It was so nice to be away from their antics for once. 
It made you realize that, more often than note, you’d live for them...and Conner was your only escape. 
Not that you would change your life. No. You couldn’t stay away from your beloved family for long...But from times to times, it was nice to not have them around you know ? 
You felt a bit guilty having that thought, but then Conner wrapped his arms around you and you forgot about all of that, for once, thinking only about your own happiness. 
Your boyfriend had brought some blanket and pillows to throw in the back of the truck, and you were both snuggled against each other, gazing at the stars. 
That day had left you exhausted, as you did so many things (unfortunately, no actions you desperately wanted...ugh). 
You knew Conner was completely fine, Hell, the man barely even needed to sleep...but you felt knackered, and kinda forgot about any prospect of possible sex. 
You shift a bit next to him and groan out in pain. 
Worried, Conner turns his head down to you and asks : 
-What’s wrong ? 
You shake your head slightly and say : 
-It’s nothing really, I just had a rough night yesterday. Got hit a bit badly on the shoulders and back...It’s sore. 
He looks at you thoughtfully as you close your eyes, not really making a big deal out of it (and it’s so frustrating to him, the way you never seem to care that much when you get hurt...). 
His hand mindlessly drawing pattern on your back, he finally says : 
-How about a massage ? I know they can be very relaxing...
You were slowly falling asleep and jumped a bit at the sound of his voice. You turn your head upward to meet his gaze and say, an eyebrow raised : 
-Do you even know how to give a massage ? 
-I’m no expert, but I believe I know enough. I read a few books about it. And...I know you’re stressed, and I thought I could help a bit. 
You smile at him, oh if only he knew how relaxed he made you feel...You consider his offer however, and sit up, offering him a smile : 
-Alright Kon, sure. That’d be nice. Thank you. 
He nods, still smiling at you a little awkwardly, and you giggle. It’s not like you’ve never been intimate before...
His eyes widen as you take your top off as if nothing. He stares at your breast despite himself, and his adam’s apple visibly gulped. 
You roll your eyes and say : 
-What ? You wanna massage me through my clothes ? Seems a bit un-efficient. And come on, you already saw my boobs. Touched them more than once, fell asleep on them a few times. 
You wink at him and he blushes slightly. He takes a sharp intake of air and says : 
-Yes. Yes of course. I just...I...Nevermind. 
You roll on your belly and he sits next to you. For some reasons, you couldn’t help but tense a bit, awaiting for him to touch you, as if afraid you were just having a pleasant dream...Finally, he lays his warm hands on your shoulders and begins to rub there. And it’s definitely real. 
At first, he goes a little too gently, his thumbs rubbing the area where your neck joins your shoulders. As usual, he was afraid to hurt you...
But very soon however, he begins to gain confidence, pressing harder and using his whole hand. You sigh, relaxing in his touch. 
-You know Conner, it might be easier if you, hum...if you sat on...you know...
You trail off, not entirely sure how to put this. “Straddling me” just sounded way too sexual and though you’ve been very intimate with him before, you don’t want to scare him away. 
The massage felt just too good, and you were afraid that if you pushed him too much he’d be scared to hurt you again and pull away. 
He understands your meaning however, and kneels over you, resting lightly on your thighs, almost on your rear, barely applying pressure there, and you know he’s holding up his weight. 
-Is this ok ? 
He asks nervously, again, afraid to hurt you...and touching you like that feels too nice, he doesn’t want to stop. 
-Yeah. It’s good. 
Conner’s hands continue to work down your back, with more skill than you had expected. He slowly works out the knots in your muscles, knots that have been there for years, and after a while of his careful attention, you can’t help but let a small moan escape. 
He instantly stops :
-Oh please Conner, continue. When did you get so good at this ? Do you often massage people ? 
You were so damn relaxed, you were pretty sure you could fall asleep like this. And you clearly didn’t realize the innuendos of your words.  
Conner caught on it however...He gulps before answering : 
-I...I don’t know. I didn’t realize I was any good at it. And you’re the first one I do that to...
His voice sounds strange, almost strained. You frown, shifting slightly beneath him, and hears your boyfriend’s breathing stutter. 
And then, for the first time, you notice it : the slight bulge pressing against your ass.
Conner is hard. Oh so damn hard. 
Your heart jumps, and you can’t help the warm jolt of arousal low in your stomach. Should you say something? Ignore it ? 
You hear Conner take a deep breath, continuing his ministration to your back, trying to ignore the sensation, and you grin into the pillow. 
-You ok, Kon ?
 You ask innocently, knowing damn well what you were doing.
-Yes, I… I’m fine.
He responds, his voice gruffer than usual.
-You sure ? 
You ask again cheekily, wriggling your ass slightly against him. You were definitely not gonna let such an occasion pass without doing anything. 
Conner grunts, taking his hands away from your back to rest them on the makeshift bed in the back of the truck, gripping the sheets. 
-(Y/N)…
-Yeah ?
You ask in the most innocent voice you can muster, ignoring his warning tone and rubbing your ass against his growing erection. 
-Mm, got a little problem there, babe ?
You hear him sigh deeply and he says : 
-I thought you said you were tired.
-Mm. I don’t recall saying that...
You answer, knowing it’s a blatant lie as you told him you were tired barely a few minutes earlier. 
With a little wriggling around you manage to roll over, taking in Conner’s flushed cheeks and his pupils blown wide in arousal. 
-Can I ask you something ?
You say. Conner looks up and keeps his gaze fixed on the top of the truck above you, resolutely refusing to look at your exposed cleavage, afraid to get even harder. 
-If you have too...
He murmurs. You take a deep breath and launch yourself :
-Are we going to beat around the bush for long ? Are we both going to ignore your dick pressing against my stomach ? Or like...Are we going to finally do something about it  ? 
It seems like Conner wants to lift off of you, but he just can’t resolves himself to do so...There’s a small awkward silence. 
Conner doesn’t reply, and you can feel your heart drop. Was he going to pull away once again ? Was he going to act as if nothing happened, and just go back to cuddling you ? 
Instead, he finally meets your gaze.
And there’s something in his eyes you’ve never seen before. A lust he cannot hide anymore. 
He leans down slowly until his still-clothed chest touches yours. 
His face is so close, his breath warm on your lips. 
And then, at last, he closes the distance. And for once, it seems like this make out session isn’t going to stop with just heated kisses...
His lips are chapped and rough against yours, but the kiss is gentle, tentative. As if he was afraid you’d break under him...
You reach up to place one hand on his back, the other behind his head, your fingers threading through his hair as Conner becomes more confident. 
His lips move against yours, and you ache for more, pushing your tongue into his mouth. He gladly accepts it and his hands tighten in the sheets around your head.
Not even realizing it, he begins to rock his hips against yours, the bulge in his pants pressing right where you need it, and you moan into his mouth.
Conner suddenly breaks away, the two of you gasping, catching your breath. And for a moment you’re afraid he changed his mind again, and you clutch his shirt, as if you could stop him from pulling away if he really wanted to. 
But he rests his forehead against yours, and you find yourself enraptured by his piercing blue eyes, unable to look away. 
You tug at the bottom of his shirt before you even fully realised you're doing it, and Conner sits up, helping you pull the shirt off over his head without bothering with undoing the buttons of his flannel. 
You reach up to run your hands down his muscular bare chest, brushing your thumbs over his nipples as they harden, and he closes his eyes, letting out a groan.
God, the things that noise did to you… you reach out impatiently for the button on his pants, unfastening it, your heart pounding. 
-Conner...Conner, you’re ok with this, right ? Here ? 
You ask, panting. Your warm breath makes your boyfriend shiver, and he nods, his hands brushing yours as he helps you pull off his pants. 
-Yes. Are you ? And don’t worry, this field is abandoned, no one ever comes here...Especially not at night.
You laugh breathlessly, bucking your hips up against him. All he wore now was a pair of boxer briefs, his hard length visibly straining against the fabric. 
-I’ve been waiting for this for a while now...We could do that in front of a crowd that I wouldn’t care right now.
With that confirmation, Conner tugs off your jeans in one swift yet delicate motion, and then he’s grinding against you again, your underwear the only thing separating you. 
He captures your lips with his once more, and you whimper, torn between wanting this to last forever and wishing he would just get on with it...You waited long enough ! 
His lips begins to move from your mouth down your jaw, and further down your neck, peppering the skin there with soft open mouthed kisses as he massages your breast with one hand. 
You tip your head back, infuriated with how slow and gentle he was being. 
-Conner, bite me. 
He pulls back, frowning, and stops. You’re afraid you pushed him a bit too much with your poor impulse control, but he says a curious : 
-...What ?
You look at him straight in the eyes, and, mustering all the confidence you could, you say resolutly : 
-My neck. Bite me. Get a little wild babe. 
-If I do get a little wild, I could hurt you really bad...I could break you. 
-So be it, then I would die feeling something. 
You know you’re not being particularly nice, but you definitely hit him in his pride. He narrows his eyes at your mischievous smile and leans in again. 
He tentatively nips at your neck and your moans encourages him to continue. Soon, he becomes a little rougher, leaving hot wet kisses down your neck, and you let out a shaky exhale. 
And then the hand on your breast finally slides down your body, cupping your wet heat through your soaked panties. 
You lift your hips up into the warmth of his hand, gasping as he begins to rub you through the fabric. 
-Yeah Con - uh - just like that. 
He continues to rub you and in a whisper says : 
-You look beautiful like this. 
And without further warning, he pushes your panties aside, his fingers finally coming in contact with your sex. 
-So desperate for me to touch you. So wet for me...
He runs his fingers up and down your lower lips before slipping a finger inside you. And you don’t know what is taking your breath away more, his finger ruthlessly fucking you, or his sudden and very welcomed dirty talk. 
You’re not even sure he does it on purpose, or if he just says whatever is on his mind out loud, lost in his passion...but his words and his finger pumping inside you will be the death of you. 
And his teeth gently biting you there and there, leaving hickeys all over was a bit too much for you...a bit more harshly than you intended, you say : 
-Boxers off. Now. 
Desperate to see him, to touch him...
Conner quickly kicks off his underwear, finally freeing his dick, and you reach done, wrapping your fingers around his girth. 
Your boyfriend moans as you run your thumb over the tip, collecting pre-cum and using it to slick your movements as you begin to pump up and down. 
-(Y/N)...That...feels so good...
And you can’t help but smile fondly at him, as his eyes slowly half-close, and he’s coming undone at the pleasure you’re giving him. 
With what looks like a great deal of effort, he pries your hand away, trapping it above your head.
-I...Need to be inside you. 
He practically growls. 
Finally, he pulls your panty down and over your ankles before slipping his finger back into your heat once more. This time, he finds your clit, circling it slowly and expertly, making you gasp and squirm under his touch. 
-So beautiful. So perfect. 
He murmurs, his hot breath right next to your ear. 
-Yes...Oh Gods...Conner, don’t stop...
His fingers began to circle your clit a little faster now. And his hot voice resonates in your ear once more : 
-Look at you, begging for me so prettily. I cannot wait to make you scream my name...You know, I know you spend nights, your hand between your legs, thinking about all the things I’d do to you...I know, because oh you have no idea the number of time I touched myself thinking about those exact same things. And we’ve always been on the same page you and I...always...
Fucking Hell. He was going to be the end of you. 
Where did all that come from, all of a sudden ?! 
But you knew. Oh you knew. All those pent up feelings were suddenly resurfacing and...to be honest, you always knew Conner probably had a thing for dirty talk. It was a hunch.
And oh you were right.  
His fingers were alternating massaging your clit, and fucking you steadily, pimping in and out in a perfect pace. He knew you well...After all, he did already finger you but tonight ? Oh tonight every thing felt a hundred percent more vivid, everything was different. 
Because tonight, you’d go beyond pleasuring each other manually or orally. Tonight, you were finally going to become one...
-I know you thought about me inside you many times. I know...Whispering my name as you came, pleasuring yourself. But there’s no need to whisper anymore my love. Come on. Come on (Y/N), scream my name, go ahead, it’s finally happening, I cannot stop anymore. 
-Conner ! CONNER ! Oh God Conner ! 
You cry out, heat clenching in your stomach, your thighs tensing. He gives you a mischievous smile and says with a sexy voice : 
-Good girl. Come for me (Y/N), come for me. 
At those words, you were gone. You think you called out his name as you came, but you’re not sure. Hips bucking, writhing on the makeshift bed, arching your back. 
Conner’s fingers ease you through your orgasm, moving away from your clit as it became almost painfully sensitive, but still rubbing your folds as you finally flop back down...
-Conner, that was...wow. I mean. We already did that before but...what’s gotten into you ? Where does...all that come from ? 
Your boyfriend grins boyishly, his fingers still rubbing you gently, and you spread your legs a little further. He says : 
-I don’t really know...You drive me crazy I guess ? All your teasing today...I just can’t hold it anymore. 
-Teasing ? I so didn’t tease you. You did, with your touches and kisses and all ! 
-Let’s just say then that it’s a tie ? 
-Yet you’re the one that is still teasing right now Conner...I need more. 
And you can see it in his eyes, the sudden surge of doubt. He looks away a bit, still unsure...Maybe getting orgasms out of you by finger fucking you was enough ? Maybe you didn’t actually needed more ? But oh the look in your eyes...
He can’t do that to you. 
He’s not sure what it is, exactly, he cannot do. Not making love to you ? Or risking badly hurting you by doing it ? 
He pulls away slightly and you grab his arm. 
-Don’t you dare. 
You tell him threateningly, but he...He’s too afraid to break you in half. And though he’s still painfully hard, he pulls away, his warmth leaving making you shiver, and he sits up, back against the the cabin of the truck. 
You sigh and roll on your back...So what now ? A handjob or blowjob and everyone to bed ? But oh you ached so bad for more ! To feel him inside you, pushing in and out...and you know he wants too as well ! 
But he’s scared to hurt you and...Wait. He’s scared to hurt you ? 
So what if...What if you’re the one that move ? 
You sit up too and look at him. And the dilemma in his eyes almost hurt your heart...You know he wants you, but his fear of hurting you is too grand. 
You shake your head and reach in your backpack. You came prepared. Just in case...And you did right. 
You take out a condom, and Conner’s eyes widen. 
-(Y/N) I can’t risk...
Your fingers on his lips instantly shut him up. And despite himself, he finds himself softly kissing them...He looks at you as you roll the condom on his length, twitching under your touch, and you gaze back at him. 
-If you’re so afraid, then let me. 
He wants to stop you, but it seems he cannot move anymore. BEcause he wants this. Oh he wants this so bad.
And you do too..
It feels like he cannot breathe anymore as you sink down his cock. Slowly, oh painfully slowly. 
Your hands go to rest against his chest, and his cover yours so perfectly, as if they were molded to do so...He squeezes your hands lightly, tenderly, encouraging you to go slowly as you take all of him inside you. 
Finally, he’s all the way in, and he gasps in pleasure. 
You go to rest your forehead on the crook of his neck, breathing heavily, and for a few seconds, he’s afraid he’s too much for you, and he thinks about pulling you off of him but...Then you raise your hips slowly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and you go down again, a bit faster than before.
You do that a few time, up and down slowly, getting used to his size...your breathing mixing together, heavy and passionate. 
His lips find yours, as you fuck yourself onto him, and you share a sloppy yet loving kiss. He cannot help his arms wrapping around you, bringing you ever so closer. 
Slowly but surely, you increase the pace, and soon enough, you’re both panting mess full of pleasure. 
You rest your hands on his shoulder to help you get up and down faster, harder, and your voice snatches him out of this sort of transe he fell in : 
-Move your hips, Conner. 
At first, he doesn’t understand...But soon enough he raises his hips slowly to go meet yours and both your moans increase. 
It becomes a bit violent, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the air...And Conner becomes self-aware that he might hurt you. But you grab his chin in between your fingers and fiercely says : 
-Don’t you fucking dare stopping Conner, don’t you fucking dare. It feels too good for that ! 
And so he doesn’t stop. He’s not sure he could have had anyway even if he wanted too...You felt just too damn good. So good in fact, that he couldn’t utter a word, even if he wanted to tell you oh so many filthy thing. Another time, perhaps ? 
But after a few moment, the rough night you had the day before catches on to you and you slow your pace at the worst moment possible, just as you were both reaching your highs...Worried, Conner asks : 
-Are you ok ? Did I hurt you ? (Y/N) ?! 
You shake your head “no”, and say weakly : 
-It’s not that, it’s just...I’m sore from patrolling yesterday, I can’t keep up, even if I want to...
Your voice breaks a bit, sad that you’re ruining this moment you’ve been waiting for so long. And it breaks Conner’s heart to see you like that...delicately, he pulls out of you and switches you around. 
You’re not riding him anymore, not straddling him, no...He’s now above you his hands on each side of your head. You instinctly wrap your arms and legs around him, and he sigh, content. 
-You sure you’re ok to...Finish like this ? 
You “tt” him in a very Damian way and say : 
-Honey I’ve been ready to finish for a long time. 
He chuckles but before re-entering you, he makes sure you’re ready to receive him in that angle, and slips two fingers inside you, scissoring them, massaging your walls, stretching you open once more. 
And as you sigh, overwhelmed with pleasure, he presses the head of his dick against you, guiding himself back inside you. 
You run your hands down his back to his ass, squeezing roughly, getting a grunt out of him as he pushes deep inside of you. 
Still afraid to hurt you like this, now in total control...He moves slowly, giving you time to adjust again, and you find yourself relaxing completely as he kisses you again. 
But now you’re wrapping your legs more insistantly around his waist, and he gets the message. 
He draws his hips back before thrusting into you, deeply and slowly.  His hips rolling against yours, each movement drawn out and loving. You grab hold of his hair again, liking way too much his dishevelled head and the sweat running down his brow...You pull his head down, tilting yours to meet his lips. 
-Faster. 
You mumble against his mouth before he cuts you out, deepening the kiss. But his thrusts become faster at last, and you wrap yourself tighter around him as he rams into you with more strength, surprisingly finding the exact amount of power to make you scream with pleasure, without breaking your bones (quite literally). 
He lets out a low groan, his face so close to yours that you can feel his warm breath...
-(Y/N)...
He moans again and again, and you find yourself echoing him with his own name. Until your entire body shake uncontrollably, and you tighten your wall around his dick, making him fall over the edge. 
This time, the plea of your name is cut off by a low growl as he comes. His hips buck wildly, his arms trembling where he holds himself up, and you close your eyes, your hands running down his body, feeling his muscles tense and then relax as he is finally sated. 
Slowly, he pulls out, collapsing beside you. You crawl closer, curling up in his arms and burying your head in your Superboy’s bare chest. 
His voice, ragged and exhausted, resonates in the silent night : 
-Did you..Did you enjoy that ? I didn’t hurt you did I ? 
He asks, running his fingers through your hair carefully and tenderly. 
You shift your head up to look at him, and you see his worried look towards you...You shake your head, a bit amused he couldn’t figure out he definitely didn’t hurt you, and say :
-That was amazing. You, were amazing. 
-So, I did everything right ? 
He checks again, a little nervously. It’s interesting how he didn’t really care about that when he was with M’gann...Proof enough their relationship wasn’t meant to be. 
You lift yourself up on your elbow and bore your eyes into his icy blue ones : 
-Conner, you were perfect. Trust me. 
He sighs in relief, and kisses your hair. And the reality of what just happened dawned on him. 
-I just made love to you. 
He says, and you can’t help but chuckle, answering : 
-Yup, that you did. And very well if I might say. 
-And I didn’t hurt you. 
-Nooope. 
There’s a small silence, and he continues : 
-So...We can do it again. 
-Only if you want to. 
-Fuck yeah I want to ! 
It’s rare to hear him swear and once again, you laugh, the sound of your laughter making his heart jump. He straightens up a little and smiles fondly at you, saying from the bottom of his heart : 
-I love you (Y/N).
-I love you too Conner...
You both wrap yourself in warm blanket, and stay there for a while, not saying anything. Eventually, you both fall asleep, wishing that moment could last forever...
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Sorry you waited so long for such shit. I suck at smut ? This heat is killing me and focusing was difficult (yeah yeah yeah totally trying to find myself some excuses for writing something that bad, but ugh, I had to post it at some point and it wasn’t gonna get any better).
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Erik Stevens x OC: Christmas
Pair: Erik x OC 
Warnings: Light smut 
I also have a T’Challa and Storm Christmas fic. You can find that here. 
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“Christmas is on you,” Mrs. Thomas told her only child on Thanksgiving. 
Since that day, Karissa was prepping a Christmas dinner menu and decorating her townhouse to get into the holiday spirit. Christmas dinner had been a tradition in her family for as long as she could remember. So, she had a big job on her hands. Since she was an adult with her own spot, the Thomas Christmas dinner was now a major part of her holiday break from school. 
But, dinner and entertaining 5 of her family members wasn’t the only thing on Karissa’s plate. Her boyfriend, Erik, was meeting her family. He didn’t seem to be bothered, but Karissa’s family had no filter. Her grandmother didn’t know when to keep her mouth shut and often said something embarrassing to run off whoever Karissa was dating.
“Where do you want this ugly nigga,” Erik asked, holding up the black Santa she had just purchased a few days ago. 
“Don’t call my shit ugly. Put him on top of the coffee table with the elf,” Karissa pointed towards the living room while she stirred her homemade gravy. The recipe had survived four generations and she prayed she got it just right. “Baby, I think I’m going to need more butter and brown sugar.” Karissa knew as soon as she said that, Erik would have a smart remark ready. 
“You used those two sticks I got last night,” he questioned, stepping back into the kitchen. His short dreads needed some TLC, but she’d have to worry about that later. “What the hell are you cooking?” 
“First of all, we are black. Those two little sticks weren’t going to do anything in the first place. Can you please help me out and go get a few more boxes,” Karissa poked out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. 
“You owe me,” Erik said, planting a kiss on Karissa’s lips before grabbing his keys and phone. 
“Love you,” she yelled before he shut the door. To stay on schedule she moved on to items on her menu that didn’t require butter. 
Once Erik returned with the sugar and butter, Karissa finished up dinner while Erik straightened up the space. “I’m tired as hell now. I hope they don’t stay over too long,” she complained, throwing herself on the sofa and putting her feet up on the ottoman. Erik returned the vacuum to the coat closet and joined his girlfriend before pulling a blunt out of his pocket. He lit it and offered it to Karissa after he took a long drag. “You must be nervous about meeting my folks?” 
“Nah,” he lied, leaning his head against the wall. Karissa stared at him until he chuckled, “Maybe a little.” 
“Awww, baby,” she sang, playfully pinching Erik’s dimpled cheeks. “Don’t be nervous, I told my dad to leave the gun at home.” Karissa joked ,earning a side eye from her boyfriend. 
“I ain’t never met a girl’s family so I must be doing something right, huh,” he added, reaching over to grip Karissa’s thigh. Even after almost a year of dating, those butterflies still formed in her stomach from his touch. 
“I guess. You’re cute, that helps you out a bit,” she teased, passing the blunt to Erik and resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m worried about my grandmother flirting with you though. Whatever she says, ignore it.” 
“Damn, is grandma a cougar? You better watch out baby, I may be leaving you behind if grandma’s mac n cheese is hittin,” Erik replied, catching Karissa’s hand as she attempted to slap his arm. “I’m joking, damn!” 
One hour later, the family of five had arrived at Karissa’s small townhouse. Her father, mother, two baby sisters, and grandmother were all standing in the dining room when Erik appeared. They had been wanting to meet him ever since Karissa returned to Chicago glowing and smiling all over the place. Her sisters had been stalking his social media, showing their mother pictures when Karissa had nicely asked them not to.
“This must be Erik,” Mrs. Thomas said, grinning from ear to ear. Mr. Thomas was right behind her, thinking up some questions to pester Erik. 
“Nice to meet you Mrs. Thomas,” he extended his hand but Karissa’s mother pulled him into a hug. 
“We hug around here,” she hummed, stepping aside to let Mr. Thomas meet his daughter’s boyfriend. “Now be nice, Charles,” the wife warned, patting her husband on the chest. 
“How ya doin’, son? I’m Charlie, Karissa’s dad aka Protector,” the father greeted the 5′11, muscular man with a sturdy handshake. 
“Nice to finally meet you, sir,” Erik said, trying to hold his laughter when Karissa rolled her eyes dramatically. 
“I don’t see how your little fine self hasn’t knocked up my grandbaby. Honey, you did good, Nana approves,” the matriarch of the Thomas family blurted out, not caring about her granddaughters hiding their faces in embarrassment. “Come here, baby.” Erik followed her instructions and stepped into Grandma Thomas’s tight hug. Karissa and her sisters couldn’t help but shake their heads at their grandmother’s lack of filter. 
Erik then introduced himself to the twin sisters who were suddenly acting shy like they hadn’t been snooping on his page months ago. 
“Alright, enough of the hugs and kisses, I’m ready to eat,” Karissa announced, clasping her hands together loudly. Her family followed her to the dining room, still gushing over Erik. Well, everyone minus Mr. Thomas who liked to play the tough role. 
“So, Mr. Stevens, do you have any family in town,” Charlie questioned, passing the greens to his wife. 
“No, it’s just me. My parents died when I was a kid and I don’t know of anyone else,” he said, Karissa could detect a hint of sadness but let her father continue when Erik squeezed her hand under the table. 
“Oh wow, I’m so sorry sweetie,” Mrs. Thomas said, holding her chest in sadness. “Well, I’m glad you could join us for dinner.” 
“Me too, I normally spend the holidays working,” Erik explained. “But Karissa told me she was cooking and I couldn’t miss out on that. Right, baby?” 
“Meh, I’m not all that but I got a little something from my mama,” she bragged, flipping her braids. “But I think me promising that apple pie was what got him here. No one can pass up Grandma’s famous pie.”
“There’s more than enough for you, honey,” Grandma replied with a smile. “Looks like you work out a lot so be careful, it’ll pack a few pounds on you.” 
Erik placed a hand on his stomach, “From what Karissa says, I think it’s worth it.” 
“Yeah, if she doesn’t eat the whole thing herself,” Tamia, one of the twins, voiced. “Those pies never stayed in our house for more than one day.” 
“Hush, I saved everyone a piece,” Karissa snapped back, sticking her tongue out at her sister. 
The family continued teasing each other about the famous pie until Mrs. Thomas interrupted the conversation to ask Karissa about her schooling. Suddenly, the mood changed because everyone already knew how much pressure Mrs. Thomas put on her children about school. “How’s Nursing school coming along. I haven’t heard you talk about it since school started back up,” she questioned. 
The truth was, Karissa was no longer in Nursing school and had dropped out earlier in the semester to change her major. Prepared for a big argument, Karissa put her fork down. “Um...I....I’m actually not in Nursing school anymore.” 
The twins gasped, “Girl,” Tonya put her fork down, ready for the blow up that was bound to happen. 
“Karissa! We pay your tuition to send you through the Nursing program. It’s one of the best in the country,” Mrs. Thomas exclaimed, her voice going up an octave. 
“It’s not for me, mama. Would you rather me flunk out or do what makes me happy? I’ve always been into theater and I could go far with it if I-”
“Theater? You think we pay for you to major in something that might not take you anywhere? Do you know how many people actually make it into the industry,” she continued, suddenly losing her appetite. 
“Baby, she’s doing what makes her happy. That’s all that matters, nursing isn’t for every one,” Charlie added, giving his daughter his approval. 
“But it’s all she ever wanted to do as a kid!” 
“Now, Trice, you know that’s what YOU always wanted her to do. This child was putting on shows and dancing everywhere when she was a baby. You ignored that and pushed her into Nursing because you wanted that for her,” the grandmother called her daughter out, causing Mrs. Thomas to wipe her mouth and get up from the table. 
“I’m not about to sit here and let you all gang up on me. I want the best for my child,” the mother complained, glaring back and forth between her husband, oldest daughter and mother. “Do what you want, but I hope you know what you’re doing, Karissa.” 
The table went silent again as Trice walked outside the front door to get some peace of mind. 
“Don’t worry about her, she’ll get over it,” the grandmother voiced, patting her granddaughter’s hand. “Do what you love.” 
The twins went back to eating as Charlie shook his head at his wife’s antics. She was a complete control freak when it came to her children. All of them worked to please their mother but Karissa decided to finally take control of her own life. Her mother meant well though. 
Clearly upset, Karissa began clearing the table and taking used dishes to the kitchen. Erik decided to help instead of sitting in the awkward silence in the dining room. “I’m sorry about that back there. She stays trying to control my shit,” Karissa apologized, taking plates from Erik and putting them by the sink. Hot tears burned in the corner of her eyes. This was frustrating. Theater and performing in general had been her life throughout her childhood. Like today, her mother told her it would be hard to enter the industry so Karissa majored in Nursing. Now she had enough courage to chase her dreams and she was being shot down once again. 
“Aye, come with me for a second,” Erik offered his hand and led Karissa upstairs to the bathroom. He closed the door behind them and grabbea Klennex from the counter. “No need for you to apologize to me. Trust, I’ve seen way worse happen at family dinners. One of my boys’s had his sex tape released at a family New Year’s Eve party. Don’t fret,” Erik laughed, wiping a few of his girlfriend’s tears. “Like your grandma said, do what you love. You know I have you back so that’s not a problem.” 
Karissa sat on the counter, Erik quickly stepping between her legs. “You know I got you, right,” he repeated, this time leaning into her lips. She nodded, tears still clouding her vision as Erik’s lips touched hers. “Hmm,” he moaned, his tongue slowly melting into Karissa’s. 
“Erik...we...they’re right downstairs,” she groaned as Erik attached his mouth to the sweet spot of her neck. “Erik,” she repeated, this time it came out as a moan instead of the stern tone she was attempting to use. But her protests were ignored when Erik locked the bathroom door and continued the assault on her neck and collarbone. 
“We won’t get caught if you don’t get loud,” he warned, reaching under her pleated skirt and pulling her underwear down to her ankles. “Think you can do that?” 
“Hell no, E-fuuuuuuck,” Karissa squirmed when Erik’s thumb met her naked clit. He rubbed the nub while he kissed her, silencing any noise threatening to escape. “Just make this quick.” 
“Aight, I was about to be gentle with your little ass but since you wanted to rush me,” Erik teased, pulling Karissa off the counter and turning her so she was facing the mirror. Karissa assumed Erik was about to break her in two with how hard he was holding her hips,but surprisingly he entered her with a gentle push. She gripped the sink, watching Erik in the mirror. That smug smirk was on his face as he began to move his hips, plunging into her wetness and pulling back out. “Whatchu looking at me like that for,” Erik asked, placing a supporting hand on Karissa’s lower back. 
“Because you’re trying to be romantic and shit,” she replied, whining her hips in sync with Erik’s rhythm. “I know you want to fuck my shit up, don’t you?” 
When she got like this usually Erik would shut her up and fuck her hard like she wanted. “Nah, because your ass can’t be quiet. I don’t want your dad coming up here to take me out,” he pressed, pushing Karissa’s head to the marble countertop. 
A loud moan escaped her lips, causing Erik to shush her as he continued digging into her tightness. His warm flesh tapped her’s over and over, creating a light slap paired with their low grunts. “Shit, Erik,” Karissa’s whispered, unable to keep her hips moving when Erik held them in place.
 A knock at the door made them both jump, “Who in there,” grandma Thomas shouted, frantically banging on the door. 
“Shit, shit,” Erik cursed, quickly pulling out and pulling up his sweatpants. “You don’t have a second bathroom in this bitch?” 
“No! Ugh, how are we gonna get out of here without her seeing you,” Karissa whispered loudly. 
“I gotta shit,” the grandmother yelled again. “That damn potato salad ran right through me.” 
“Looks like we are just going out together,” Erik shrugged, opening the door even with Karissa trying to keep it shut. 
“Well I’ll be damned, that’s where you two disappeared off to,” the elder exclaimed. 
Karissa and Erik pushed past her with their heads down in embarrassment and irritation. Neither one of them got a nut and now Grandma Thomas wouldn't let them live this down. 
“Mmmm, that’s the way you mess around and get knocked up. How you think your daddy got here? Me and Gerald had some moments in that bathroom. Whew chile,” she laughed, finally closing the door behind her. 
“I seriously didn’t need to know that,” Karissa gagged. 
“Maybe we can finish what we started in the backseat of my car? I thought I heard your dad ask about some icecream to go with that pie,” Erik suggested, raising a brow.
Thinking about it for a second, Karissa took off down the steps. “Daddy, did you mention icecream? We can go get some.” 
Merry Christmas, folks! 
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Scorched Earth, part 1
“The forces that affect our lives, the influences that mold and shape us, are often like whispers in a distant room: teasingly indistinct, apprehended only with difficulty.” – Charles Dickens
It’s funny how the days where your life changes irrevocably start out just like any other. I suppose if you know something’s coming, it’s easier to prepare for. It’s less of a shock when it happens. It doesn’t feel like things are never going to be the same after.
Yeah, you probably have no idea what I’m talking about, do you? I should introduce myself first. My name’s Derek. It was before this, it’s the same now. But I’m far from the person I was before the events I’m going to tell you about. That might be a good thing. It might not. How I feel about it changes based on the day.
But I’m not the only one who I need to tell you about. There were five of us all told, a motley crew. My motley. The others who were taken with me, the ones who escaped with me. Pam, Yova, Day, Isabella, and me. People I might have never met if my life continued on the way it had been going, but some of the most important friends I’ve ever had in my life.
In fact, before I get any further, let me tell you a little about them. Who they were, before they got taken. Their stories are much more interesting than mine. You’ll be spending a lot of time with me anyway. There’s plenty of time for me to tell you about myself.
So, Pam first. Pam’s basically June Cleaver: the perfect mom and wife, three kids, one was adopted, loves cleaning and baking, spends as much time with her family as possible. Makes a mean snickerdoodle, too. Pam’s the only one of us who wasn’t from Albany. Her family was vacationing here. I’m sure now she wishes they’d gone to Maine.
Then there’s Isabella. She’s the sort of person where you know they said when she was little, she was going to be a heartbreaker. She’s a geologist, which is totally the coolest job any of us had. Worked at the local university, constantly went to digs everywhere. The sort of person you always felt drawn to. Where Bella goes, the party follows.
Day. Oh, boy. Detective Day. He’s a cop. He, um. He’s enthusiastic. About getting the bad guy. I… can’t say he always did the most honest things in getting those bad guys. He might have been a good cop once. But, yeah. I think Day might have been the one of us who most benefitted from getting turned into something else.
Next is Yova. Tsaryova, to be precise. She’s a pianist. A really talented pianist, the sort who should be a lot more famous than she is. Also she’s hella tall. And wears suits way better than I can. She’s much more of a gentleman than I could be. And it’s good to have someone else around who’s waving a flag at the pride parade.
And then there’s me. Derek. I’m not much to write about. I had a boring job, data entry at a medical billing company. Wasn’t making much use of my degree. Couldn’t keep a boyfriend. Never really made much of an impression on anybody, I guess. Except on the days where I’d bring something I baked to work. That’s sort of my secret hobby, baking stuff. And I guess that’s as good a place to start as any. All the trouble for me started because of baking.
It was the last Friday in May. That time of year in upstate New York is absolutely beautiful. Our winters are a complete misery, but when the sun finally melts the last of the snow and the leaves and flowers start to bloom, there’s no more beautiful place on Earth. And where was I on such a beautiful day? Sitting in my cubicle, putting together a bill for some lady’s hip replacement surgery.
It wasn’t all bad. The last Friday of the month was a birthday celebration potluck at work. Not my birthday, that’s not until November, but it was a chance for us to bring in food and have a nice big lunch, which beats the hell out of the greasy spoon café on the first floor of the office building I work in. So, I should probably tell you that I have a hard time talking to people. It’s not that I don’t like people, I actually really do. But they never seem to remember me. It’s just… I guess I don’t leave much of an impression. I tried bringing my lemon drip cake, which is always a crowd-pleaser, but even then, it seems like nobody ever wanted to talk to me. At least, most everybody. There was this one new guy, James, who was kind of cute in an even more awkward way than I am, and he was all about my cake. It was weird to have somebody talking to me, but nice.
So the rest of the day went pretty much as normal. Everybody wants to get out of there first thing on Friday. And I was getting ready for my usual Friday night: heading to the local gay bar, paying fifteen bucks a pop for a watered-down cocktail, and not getting lucky. Woo-hoo. But this is where things started to get weird. I was walking to the bar – nice day, remember? – and I was almost there, when I smelled… I can’t even really describe it, it was like grandma’s cookies, fancy French pastries, and warm baked bread all at the same time. The best smell I ever smelled in my life. I tried to see where it was coming from and saw what looked like a new bake shop opening up in a building that had been empty forever.
I tried to see if it was open, but the only person I saw was this stocky guy with a really unfortunate mohawk. I asked him if they were open yet and he said they were planning to open tomorrow. I told him I couldn’t wait to see what they made, because it smelled so good, and he offered me a free sample of what they were making. I couldn’t say no to that and followed him inside. The pastries they had out looked even better than they smelled, and when I took a bite – it was the best thing I’d ever eaten. I couldn’t even think about anything else. It was heaven. It took over everything, my entire existence was caught up in what I was sampling. And then I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head and everything went black.
The moral of the story: Don’t take candy from strangers, kids.
So, while this was going on, Yova was having an equally strange night. She’d been out working at a gig, accompanying a friend of hers who was a jazz singer. Yova says that she was the only thing making the girl sound decent, which was probably true, and also lets you know how modest she is. She had to make some improvisations while she was playing to keep the singer in tune. She was pretty pleased with herself.
After Yova’s gig, she was walking home by the capitol building in downtown Albany. It’s a beautiful place with a reflecting pool – if you haven’t been, you should go. She said she wasn’t planning to do anything out of the ordinary until she heard a flute playing the exact tunes she’d been playing earlier in the evening. But it wasn’t just the songs: it was the exact improvisations Yova herself had done. She found a very attractive, very pale lady playing the flute and struck up a conversation. After some healthy flirting between them, the lady, Aurora, asked Yova to take a walk with her.
Everything was going just fine until they wandered by the reflecting pool. Yova’s attention was grabbed by a particularly shiny quarter in the moonlight, and then when she looked at it, she saw her reflection glance away. She was understandably freaked out, which is also when Aurora started getting creepy, talking about how magic was real, and pointing Yova’s attention back to her reflection. As Yova watched, Aurora started pulling on her reflection, making it grow and grow. Yova was – I guess mesmerized is the best word. Because she couldn’t even react when Aurora pushed her into the reflecting pool. It’s only a few inches deep, but Yova started sinking into it, falling away from the world. And she saw on the other side herself, still standing with Aurora.
The moral of the story: Don’t go off with attractive strangers, kids.
Around this same time, Pam’s family was enjoying the sights and attractions of upstate New York. They were from Minnesota, and if any family ever summed up Minnesota Nice, it’s Pam’s. She was out with her family, her son, and her two daughters, and they were enjoying a nice picnic lunch outside of Albany. Hot dish, from what I understand.
I don’t actually understand what hot dish is.
So the kids were off playing while Pam and her husband were being adorable on the picnic blanket and then her son came back, but the two girls were still off somewhere and it was getting time for them to go. Pam decided to go off and look for the girls while her husband was packing up the picnic. She wandered through some of the paths, following the sound of her daughters laughing, but then started to hear one of them crying. She found one of her daughters on the path crying and tried to look her over and see what was going on.
And then she heard both the girls behind her. She turned and they asked her what she was looking at. And when Pam looked around, what she thought was her daughter before now looked bloated and scarred. And Pam tried to get away, but then… well, you don’t know what the Hedge is yet, but she was surrounded by it. Thorns and brambles and branches coming up out of nowhere, separating her from her kids. Separating her from everything.
The moral of the story: Don’t let your kids off the leash, kids.
A couple of days after this, Day came upon his own trouble. He’d been having a rough week, a lot of trouble with his cases, and on top of all that one of the rookie cops got fired for massively mishandling an investigation. Day’s partner had been jumping in and helping everybody out, so when she asked him for a favor, he couldn’t really refuse. She asked him to come out to a local park and help her look for a missing mom from Minnesota. Yeah, that missing mom from Minnesota.
So Day and his partner were off combing through the wilds when he decided it would be a good idea to try and unwind a bit and he lit up a joint. Shortly after this, the two of them stumbled across this really disgusting-looking goo and his partner went off to get some evidence bags. As Day followed along a trail of this goo, he kept seeing stranger and stranger things, from an apple the size of a basketball to a tree that looked like it was made of elastic. The tree also had a lot of that weird goo around it and also inside of it. Yeah, he watched as it stretched itself open, creating a path leading inside.
So Day did what every good detective should do when faced with a tree made of rubber: he pulled out his gun and walked inside. He followed it into this very strange landscape where he found someone who might sound a bit familiar: a short, stocky guy with a terrible mohawk. When he told the dude that he wanted to know what was going on, the guy yelled for someone named Rex. All Day remembered from that point was getting tackled by some writhing mass of sinew and muscle, and then everything went black.
The moral of the story: Don’t hit up a joint on the job, kids.
So that leaves just Bella. And hers is a story just like all of ours. She’d just gotten back from a dig in New Mexico, was dealing with the usual academic bullshit and really wanting a night out. She called her best friend and a cute dude she was interested in from work and they all made plans to go out to one of her favorite clubs for the evening. She and her best friend went out, they met the cute dude, he told her about all the stupid work drama, and then they hit the dance floor.
So they were out majorly cutting up the dance floor, drinking, having a great time, and nature called. Bella went to the bathroom, waited in the huge line that all ladies’ rooms inevitably have, and then after she got back on the dance floor, she saw her gentleman friend talking to another girl. As you might imagine, this wouldn’t do, so Bella made her way up to this other bitch and saw… herself. A complete, exact copy of herself.
Both of them were completely confused, with the other Bella seeming to say that she was trying to find herself. Then she stepped on Bella’s shadow, which caused the shadow to stretch out. The girl reached into her pocket and pulled out some sort of blade, then cut through Bella’s shadow and pulled it into herself. She started walking away and Bella followed her, only to see a tall, eerily pale lady. Starting to sound familiar? Yeah, once we started talking, we realized what was going on. And then, after this lady spoke to the other Bella and congratulated her on her new life, she did something that made Bella fall through the floor into nothingness.
The moral of the story: Don’t ever do anything fun, kids, because apparently life just isn’t fair.
So that’s how we were all taken. Taken by whom and where is a little harder to explain. Suffice it to say that we all woke up around the same time in the back of a cramped cart in a thick, overgrown forest. We were all tied up, our arms bound by rope. The first thing I noticed was a horrible taste in my mouth, about the polar opposite from the treat I’d sampled right before everything went black. I spat it out as fast as I could and saw it was just dead leaves and bark. The others were equally worse for the wear, and nearby, sitting by a fire, were the mohawked guy who’d given me the treat and pounced on Day, as well as the creepy pale lady who’d snatched Yova and Bella.
Obviously, none of us were too thrilled about this, and even less so when Aurora came over and started taunting us, asking if we were scared and if we knew what was going on. I was trying to hide it as best I could, but I was terrified. I didn’t know what was going on, who these other people were, where I was or why I’d been taken. Aurora was extraordinarily happy to explain that we were her and Buck’s – Mohawk Guy – prisoners. They were taking us somewhere for “their lady.” I didn’t know at the time who that was, but she didn’t sound like the sort of person I wanted to meet. As perhaps a last piece of advice, Aurora told us that if we made their lady happy, we might benefit as much as she and Buck were going to.
Yova somehow managed to get her hands free during Aurora’s speech though thankfully she was smart enough not to act like she had. None of the rest of us realized that she had done it, because she and Day were bickering back and forth like crazy: he was convinced there was a logical explanation for what was going on, possibly that we were all sharing the same bad trip. Pam was taking things surprisingly well, mentioning that she had read about human trafficking before and that she’d saved some clippings about it. I think Bella and I were both convinced at this point that we were either going to die or were bound for some fate worse than death. Day finally told us to just calm down and that we would try and get free when we could, which seemed like sensible advice.
Before anything else could happen, though, we all saw this really strange looking guy come up. I can’t really describe him, other than that he looked like he was made of plant life, mossy and shimmering (“mossimer,” Pam later dubbed him), and motioning for us to be quiet. At that point, we were willing to do just about anything if it meant we would get away from Aurora and Buck, so we obeyed while he threw something over toward the fire Aurora and Buck were sitting by. It exploded and then – well, then things really went to hell.
But this is already pretty long for an introduction. The rest of our adventures through the glass, darkly and back again can wait for a bit. I’ll pick this back up in a couple of weeks and will have a lot more to tell you then. If you think this is crazy now, boy, just wait until you hear about what happened to us next. Stay safe out there, and remember: don’t ever take the free samples.
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Book 2. Enter the Pink Hero and Her Parasol
Chapter 1.
Before taking on this weird quest, before leaving home for the first time in his life, before carrying on with the evil machinations of his master, the Evil King Stanley Hihat Trinidad XIV, Ari, the hero of this epic, decides to visit the small village of Tenel one final time …
- to beg for money.
Fourteen sukel - the change belonging to the ghost previously haunting the Church basement - feels especially light when it’s all you have to live on. Ari fiddles with the coins nervously in his pockets as he walks, wishing he ate a big breakfast before leaving and wondering if grass is edible.
As he approaches Tenel’s front gates, Stan pops out from Ari’s shadow.
“What’s wrong with you, slave? You still need something from this pathetic village? Don’t waste my time with foolish errands! We’ve got fake evil kings to destroy, my powers to regain, and a continent to conquer!”
Ari takes a deep breath and rubs at his forehead.
“I-I know, King Stan, but … but I will need to, y’know, eat while we’re out traveling. You won’t be conquering anything if I starve to death, right?”
The evil king pauses in thought, a claw held to the 2-dimensional equivalent of a chin.
“I suppose you’re right, my minion. But hurry up! Every second they have my powers is another abuse to my dark, malevolent reputation.”
With that, he slips back down into Ari’s shadow. The boy crosses over into Tenel and it strikes him that this might be the last time he passes through these absurd, non-ghost proof gates. As he walks, every observation has the sour taste of possibly being the last. This may be the last time he passes by the Parm Inn that only gets two or three guests per year. This may be the last time he passes by that scared guy, standing off to the side of the path, muttering to himself about the evil king supposedly hiding out in the Madril sewer system. This might be the last time he passes by Julia-
Julia!
Maybe it’s the glare upon her usually soft, angelic face or maybe Ari just has a natural flee response when it comes to being faced with potentially awkward situations - either way, the moment he realizes that it’s Julia giving him a less than pleasant look, he darts into the nearest shop and slams the door behind him. With his back against the door, he prays she doesn’t follow in after him.
“Oh! Ari!”
The soft words of Mr. Bakster and the overpowering smell of baking bread clue Ari in that he just threw himself into the Bakery. He remembers the small pebble in his pocket.
“Hello, Mr. Bakster, Mrs. Bakster,” he says, nodding to the husband and wife in their respective places of business. “Uh … my grandmother asked me to stop by to give you something.”
“Ari, we heard that you’re off to travel,” says Mr. Bakster, seeming to pay no mind to what Ari just said.
Word travels fast … guess I’m not surprised.
“Yeah, that’s right … I guess.”
Mr. Bakster stands up, holding a hand out towards Ari. He smiles a bittersweet smile.
“We’re going to miss you, boy.”
Ari doesn’t know what to say. He steps forward and takes Mr. Bakster’s hand in a hearty man-to-man handshake.
“The little miss will miss you a lot.”
He looks over to Mrs. Bakster who stands behind the front counter, staring down at the wood intently.
“Go say a proper good-bye, will you?”
Ari nods and gently makes his way over to the front counter.
“I’ll- I’ll really miss coming into the Bakery, Mrs. Bakster. Um … you and your husband have always been so-”
“Gracious!” she suddenly exclaims, “I just don’t know what to do about that gap!” Mrs. Bakster finally looks up. “Oh, Ari! I didn’t see you come in. I’m in trouble, boy. A gap has formed in the bread oven!”
“I-I’m sorry, Mrs. Bakster. Anything I can do?”
“Nevermind that, Ari. I hear that you’re going off on an adventure.”
He nods.
“Remember this! A man should act with dignity! Keep your chin up!”
“Y-yes, ma’am. Uh,” Ari mutters as he fishes the pebble out of his pocket, “by the way, my grandmother told me to deliver this to you.”
He places the pebble on the counter. Mrs. Bakster leans in to look at it.
“A pebble?” she asks incredulously, but then realization illuminates her face.
She pinches the pebble between two flour coated fingers. “I don’t know how she does it!”
“Does what?”
“This looks like just the right stone!” Without any further, helpful explanation, she turns and rushes over to the bread oven. “Yes! It fits in the gap perfectly! What a relief!”
Ari chuckles because he can’t think of any other way to respond to something so strangely coincidental.
“Your grandma,” says Mrs. Bakster as she returns to the counter, “she seems senile, but she’s far from it. She’s a mystery, that one. Well, I suppose this deserves a bit of repayment.”
Ari’s hopes soared. “Oh, Mrs. Bakster, that means so much to me. I thought-”
“To show my thanks, take this.”
Mrs. Bakster places a piece of bread crust on the counter. Ari stares at it.
“… b-bread crust?”
“Freshly cut!” she exclaims as if to make the “reward” more enticing.
Not wanting to seem rude in the face of such enthusiasm, Ari picks up the bread crust and cradles it delicately in the palm of his hand.
“Um … thank you, Mrs. Bakster. That’s very kind of you.” He finds an empty pocket in his rucksack and sticks the bread crust in there - mostly for show. “Um, I was wondering. I’ve got a long journey ahead of me. And my parents advised me to make money on the road. I don’t have much right now. I was wondering if you might have some … some old bread or maybe a few rolls you could … um, you could spare?”
Mrs. Bakster’s face turns soft and motherly. “Oh, Ari, of course. We would love to help you,” she says sweetly.
She darts around the bakery and slips a few goodies into a bag. With each roll and pastry she grabs, Ari’s mouth waters and his heart feels more full.
The Baksters really are good people.
“Alright, Ari,” she says, coming back and plopping down an overstuffed bag.
“Oh, thank you, Mrs. Bakster. This is so-”
“That’ll be 2 sukel.”
Ari pauses. “O-oh … uh.”
“Discounted just for you, Ari,” she says with a wink, “to help you get started.”
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Bakster,” he says, fishing two precious sukel coins out of his pocket.
“You’re a good boy, Ari. Have a good trip! Bring back lots of stories!”
“I will,” he says, giving a small smile and blushing out of slight embarrassment.
When Ari steps out of the Bakery, he looks around carefully, making sure there’s no sign of Julia and her horrible, angelic, agitated, pretty face. His eyes land on Tinkers, the blacksmith. It occurs to Ari that he no longer has the possibly magic, but probably not magic stick that saved him down in the Church basement. If he’s going to go running into a wilderness filled with wandering, flesh munching ghosts, a weapon of some kind may not be a bad idea … even if it’s got to cost less than 12 sukel.
Inside Tinkers, Ari is immediately greeted by a rush of heat, kept constant by the forge in the far back. The smell of fire licked metals flood his nostrils and he can hear flames snapping and a hammer beating down with a metallic clang.
Cool!
“Hey Ari, never seen you in here before.”
He looks to the right of the shop to find a young boy leaning over the main counter. He seems only a few years younger than Ari. He’s got dark hair and yellow brown eyes and his smudged up face lights up with a genuine smile. Ari guesses that this is the blacksmith’s son.
“Ha ha, yeah, I guess I’ve never had reason to.”
“I heard what you did in the Church basement. Getting rid of that ghost! You must’ve had a really cool sword or an ax or something, right?”
“Oh … eh, not really. I … I kind of just used whatever I could find.”
“What kind of weapons do they keep in the Church?” asks the kid, genuinely puzzled.
“None really. I … I used a stick.”
The boy burst out laughing. “A stick! Ha ha! Oh man, Ari! They’re all right about you! You’re hilarious!”
Ari chuckles along, begging to God that this kid doesn’t want the actual answer.
“Anyway, did your grandpa give you a sword or something?”
“My grandpa?”
“Yeah.” The kid pauses a beat. “Wait, you don’t know?”
“Don’t know what?”
“Your grandpa was a famous swordsman when he was young.”
Ari stares at the kid, cocking his head in confusion. “My grandfather? The grandfather at the Nameless Dwelling?”
“Yeah, and he used to make swords before he hurt his back. He’s famous among blacksmiths. My dad’s a big fan.”
“I had no idea. He-he never talked about things like that.”
Guess there’s a lot more to grandpa than I thought.
“What’s going on up here?” says the blacksmith, bursting in from the back. “Lot of chatter going on. Son, you finish your chores?”
“Dad, Ari’s here.”
“Oh!” The blacksmith, a bigger, sweatier, more muscular version of the son, turns towards Ari and smirks. “Hey Ari! You’ve done it! You’re really something, you know that! You saved my business from going under with the Church basement business you pulled. Thank you!”
“Oh, uh, I’m happy it all worked out.”
“Like most blacksmiths,” he carries on proudly, “we make and sell weapons and protective gear.” Suddenly, he wilts. “Unlike most blacksmiths, I’m stationed in a town where there’s nary a hero in sight. So, most of my time is spent straightening out and mending metal kitchen ware. But what can I do for you, Ari?”
Ari gulps, fearing the price tag to come at the end of this conversation. “Well, you see, sir. Um, I’m going off adventuring and-”
“Adventure always comes with danger,” says the blacksmith seriously.
“Y-yes, exactly.”
“There’ll be times when you need to pick up your weapon and fight.”
“That’s my trouble, sir. I don’t have a weapon. I was wondering if you might have something I could … buy. But I’m afraid I don’t have a lot of money.”
“That’s alright, Ari. I’m afraid I don’t have a lot of weapons.”
“Oh.”
“But let me see what I can dig up for you.”
The blacksmith starts bustling about the place, looking in cabinets and chests and moving around metal pieces in progress, clanging all the way.
“So, you’re really going on an adventure, Ari?” asks the boy, “do you know where you’re going?”
“I have a map. I hear a lot about trouble in Madril. So, I think I’ll go there maybe.”
The boy shakes his head. “A lot of bad things happening in Madril. Whelp, at least I got to see you before you left. Imagine it might be the last time.”
“Here we go!” exclaims the blacksmith as he rushes back over to Ari.
With a grand flourish and gesture, the blacksmith presents Ari with a shiny, incredibly sharp looking fruit knife. He takes the presented hilt and holds it up. It’s just about the length of his palm from tip to the bottom of the handle. Ari imagines it in a fight against another pair of frogs and the ghost and a sick feeling starts in his stomach.
“It’s great for eating fruit!” exclaims the blacksmith, “I’m sorry it’s not something cooler.”
“No, thank you, thank you,” says Ari quickly.
It’s better than a stick, I guess.
“Are there no swords here?”
“I’m afraid not,” the blacksmith admits, “I haven’t been asked to forge or repair a sword in over two years. That’s the swordiest thing I have at the moment.”
“Oh … h-how much do I owe you?”
“Please, don’t even mention it. You saved the entire town, Ari. Consider this my thanks. Now, I better not keep you any longer from your adventure. And we’ve got to get back to work. If you ever find yourself in Tenel again and you’ve got yourself a proper sword, come straight to me and I’ll service it properly. I swear it!”
“Thank you.”
“Ah, the adventuring life,” says the blacksmith wistfully, “makes me want to get out there with a sword, but I guess being the blacksmith is all I’ve got. I just make the things. I can’t go out there and play with them myself.”
Ari looks at the blacksmith curiously, finding the statement odd, but unsure what to say about it.
“I’ll come back and visit as soon as I can. Take care.”
After leaving Tinkers, Ari darts from place to place, saying his goodbyes, humbly asking for whatever scraps he can get, and diligently keeping an eye out for Julia so he can immediately run in the opposite direction. The parting words of his fellow villagers strike a chord with Ari and he can’t help but feel a surge of optimism when presented with their encouragement.
“Hey Ari! You’re going off on a trip?” says Nathan when Ari passes by him in the street, “looks like you’ve changed some. Don’t worry about Annie while you’re away. She’ll be in good hands! Count on me, brother-in-law!”
Ok, so maybe that isn’t the most encouraging, heart felt statement of the day, but the thought is nice.
“Hey, you’re awesome,” says the clerk hanging outside the Village Office, “you’re setting off to travel soon, right? On an adventure around the world! Geez, look at me - I ask a girl from work for a date, and she tells me, ‘Your Classification is Class Lazy Goof Off type.’ No respect!”
Ari isn’t at all sure what the latter part’s all about, but he says ‘thank you’ anyway.
Inside the Village Office, the woman who previously suffered a mental breakdown over Ari’s absence from the list, approaches him as he enters. He braces himself for yelling.
“Ari, I hear you’re going on a trip,” she says, calmly, “make sure you find out why you name’s not on the list. It still doesn’t make any sense. And that’s unacceptable.”
He nods and backs away slowly, leaving the Village Office immediately.
“Hey Ari,” says Levi when Ari stops by to visit, “so we both got dumped by Julia.”
Ari is struck by an overwhelming urge to not want to talk about this. But he let’s Levi continue.
“This is lame. From now on, you and I are pals. Friends in dumped-dom. Ha ha ha! See ya …”
“Slave!” Ari is startled as he leaves Levi’s house when Stan suddenly burst out from his shadow.
“You’ve wasted enough of my time! We are leaving! Now!”
No argument comes to mind to have them stay any longer. He’s said his goodbyes to practically everyone and his rucksack is well packed with kind-hearted gifts and items on sale.
“Alright,” Ari says with a heavy sigh.
“That’s better!”
Ari walks down Tenel’s main path, back towards the gate. His heart beats faster as he draws closer to the destiny that awaits him out in Tenel Field. He touches the fruit knife clipped onto his belt for easy access.
This is it. It’s happening. Really, really happening. And I didn’t even have to face Jul-
Julia is waiting for him in front of Tenel’s main gate. She has her arms crossed and her foot is tapping furiously into the ground. The look on her face is cold and harsh.
Ari thinks he would rather face a hundred ghosts than have to talk to Julia right now while she looks like that.
“So, you’re some macho touch guy, now?” she spits as he walks up to her.
“Um … no, not rea-”
“You’re going further and further away from my ideal!”
“I-I’m sorry?”
“I see what you’re trying to tell me.” Her arms unfold so that she can dramatically press her face into her palms. “You never really cared about me. I was right to say good-bye to you!”
Before Ari can say anything, she runs around him and disappears into town.
He stands there a moment, replaying what just happened in his head.
Oh yeah … I forgot … forever alone … forever uncool …
great.
Book 1: Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 4 • Chapter 5 • Chapter 6 • Chapter 7 • Chapter 8 • Chapter 9 • Chapter 10 • Chapter 11 • Chapter 12 • Chapter 13 • Chapter 14 • Chapter 15 • Chapter 16 - Finale
NOTE: Okage Shadow King is owned by Sony Computer Entertainment and Zener Works. This novelization is purely a fan-work and the writer claims no ownership over the characters, general plot line(s), etc.
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Forgiveness ( an essay to people with contemptible fathers )
This started out as a Facebook post and as I began typing I noticed that this might be better on my blog. So here is it .
Now before I post anything I ask myself two questions 1. How will this help me 2. How will this help someone else. It may seem like I’m completely comfortable with sharing and putting myself out there but I hate it . I only do it when I feel like there is something to learn. Whether it’s about being body positive , self love or whatever, I usually post to be a guide for women who need it and those who don’t usually get annoyed by my post . Being open is not easy and it leaves room for people to judge you and criticize you freely . People interpret your actions and form opinions that may be completely wrong but I’m willing to take that risk if it helps one person including myself. With that I’m going to post what I’m gonna post and hopefully you learn from it. If not then you read it and you learned something about me. It’s also me making peace about a topic that I think need to openly make peace with , while being respectful.
Fathers are the backbone of the family. They influence how daughters see men and how sons become men. Since I’ve voluntarily ended my relationship with my father , Fathers Day has become awkward for me. I scroll through my timeline on social media and see all the pictures of fathers and daughters. Girls using words like protective, dedicated , The one that they could go to for advice and I cringe. To be honest I’ve been cringing for a while. When Facebook start in college, it gave me a glimpse of what a lot of father/daughter relationships were like and I think that’s when I knew something wasn’t right but I carried on with the relationship I had because it was the “ right ” thing to do.
Now I never fault my dad for being who he is. I have a deep understanding his childhood is the reason he is the way he is but he had a choice to be better than his upbringing and in someways he was. I’m always grateful that he was present and that he thought my sister and I things that men would reserve for a “ son”; Like fixing things around the house and pushing us to be independent in that matter . As much as my father was there he wasn’t, not for me at least.
Looking back I think he realize he messed up with me but in true form it wasn’t his fault it was because my “grandma raised you” and unlike me, my sibling was raised by him. I think he thought I was already tarnished and the reason why I wasn’t as successful in his eyes is because of my grandma’s influence. That caused a very different relationship between my sister and him that I can’t speak much about because I don’t know that much about it. Mine was more like brother and sister. I was his advisor and the one he told all his problems to. That is no place for a child and it continued into adulthood . If anything that was the reason why the relationship was severed. As he did more things … bad things , he came to me and involved me and it was my love for him that made me obey , that made me sit and listen to what he had done. Despite this because of his own self hatred he continued to critize me which was a lifelong thing that he did in the household to mask his own shortcomings.
So for the love of myself , I finally told myself that I can’t save my father and I walked away. As I walked away I got messages on my phone that were so disrespectful ( I would post some of it here but it serves no purpose to do so ) because like always he was the victim. I’m 90% sure the bashing continues today but I never say anything mean about him and actually I always wish him inner peace and wisdom . When anyone ask me I tell them what he was to me and what he did positive for me but also say that I’m done with him . Saying that is not as easy as you think.
As much as this caused controversy with one of family members and I don’t regret it at all . This family member can ask me at anytime why I chose my path but has failed to do so and maybe never will but feels like they can criticize me as if this choice was easy and it pains me that this is another thing that separates me and this family member . Unexpectedly after five years while writing this I begin to cry about varies things and I laugh at the only compliment he ever gave me which was “You would make a good wife because you have a great sense of humor” after my mom got offended at a joke ; Despite this I know walking away was the best thing I could do for myself.
Since I’ve learned that you can’t take care of yourself if you’re always taking care of other peoples problems and because at such a young age I was always trying to help him with his problems I learned very early to neglect myself. Now without his problems and issues I’m left to face my own. The ending of this relationship made me realize that a man , a husband A father or a boyfriend should protect the women that he loves. A daughters place is not in her parents issues or a daughters place is not to rescue her father and a daughter is not to blame when things go wrong in her parent’s life. My place was to learn from you, to look up to you and to feel protected.
So let me wrap this up. After all is said And done I forgive him. I forgive him for everything and I hope he learns to love himself and I hope he discovers what his purpose in life because I realize it’s these things that were lacking. So you may ask why not send this to him that’s because I’ve tried . I’ve tried in the past to sit down and have conversations but when someone is always the victim and is always right it’s very hard to get any other perspectives in there because no matter what you’re wrong so it’s like talking to a brick wall.
This post more for me but remember it’s also for those who lack a father figure. Again what compelled me to post this is I saw the posts from people who don’t have the best father figures and Father’s Day is a little shaky for you. I honestly wished we held man to a higher standard as we expect mothers to be. I hope you find peace wherever you are in your relationship with your father. Whether it’s realizing that it’s not the best relationship or not hearing from him or not knowing him ,You’re not alone the best thing you could do is make peace , walk away and learn because when it’s your turn to be a father or to pick a man for your father you can end a negative cycle by being or picking someone different
To the great dads that I grew up seeing, to the dads that I’m friends with and to dads that I’ve dated happy Father’s Day. You give me hope that one day when I’m ready to start a family I have someone as great as you guys
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