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suzukiblu · 2 months ago

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Thank-you sentences for bOO-oops behind the cut; “Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids”. tw: aftermath of a panic attack, implied PTSD, unhealthy coping mechanisms. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

If it hadn’t been for Ma and Pa, she would’ve just stayed up above ground with Kal, both of them hurting and terrified and screaming. If it hadn’t been for Ma and Pa, she wouldn’t have been able to get him away from all the roaring and crashing or protect him from the noise or soothe him through the fear. She wouldn’t even have known how to get him away from it. Wouldn’t have been able to do anything for him at all.

Worse that that, because all she actually did by being there was make it worse. Ma and Pa could’ve carried just Kal down here much faster if they hadn’t had to drag her along while she was screaming and panicking and carrying on like a disgrace. It would’ve been easier, if she hadn’t been there. She couldn’t help him at all. She couldn’t protect him at all.

She was a burden to him.

That’s not why their family saved her.

“Suh ay-fuh,” Ma repeats softly, and “Suh ay-fuh,” Pa agrees. Kara still doesn’t know what the word means–what the words mean?–and still isn’t sure she’s even reading Ma and Pa’s tones right, flat as they are, and is still just so bitterly ashamed of herself. Kal fusses in her lap, and she wipes helplessly at his face with the cloth square again. He keens unhappily and tries to squirm away from her grip, and she feels a rush of panic and terror and–and–

She’s such a disappointment. Such an embarrassment to their house; their family. Such a . . . such a useless . . .

She chokes back another sob, hating herself for even having to, and wraps herself tighter around Kal. He just–it’s not–it’s not safe, if he just–

“Karr-full, Ka-Lair,” Ma says, laying her hands gently over the back of Kara’s. Kara doesn’t understand how Ma and Pa can be this kind, when she’s such an embarrassment and a mess and . . . and isn’t . . . “Ka-Lum jess wan-suh tah gitt dow-nah, dar-leen, thas ull.”

Kara doesn’t know what Ma’s saying. Something, obviously but . . . but not something she knows. Not anything she recognizes; not even anything she can even hear right, it feels like. Kal is keening unhappily in her arms again and still trying to wriggle away from her and she doesn’t–she doesn’t–doesn’t he know it’s not safe? Doesn’t he know how small he is, how easy to snuff out, how tiny and helpless and small and–and–

He doesn’t, she thinks vaguely. He doesn’t remember Krypton burning and collapsing and imploding; doesn’t remember his parents sealing him away inside his pod. Even if he does, Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor had probably just laid him in it the same way they would’ve laid him in his cradle. Just like he was going to sleep for a little while, and no different from any other time they’d put him to bed.

Mother and Father, though . . .

Kara had–she’d panicked. She’d been terrified, and she’d been trying to convince them she couldn’t go alone, that they had to come with her, that they couldn’t just send her alone, and–and she’d refused to get in her pod, and–and she’d–she’d refused to get in, so the last time she’d ever gotten to touch her mother had been her mother grabbing her by the arms and throwing her in, and her father slamming the door behind, and her own voice screaming and screaming and her fists beating against the door, and the whole world ending all around them.

She’d thought–she’d thought there was something else they could’ve done. Thought there was something else they could’ve done.

But she’d been wrong. Stupid and deluded and shameful and wrong.

So the last time she’d ever seen her parents she’d been screaming at them, fighting with them, and the last time she’d ever touched her mother had been her mother having to shove and throw and force her away, force her to not be stupid enough to die. She hadn’t gotten to hold her or Father one last time. Hadn’t gotten to say goodbye to them. To say anything to them.

She hadn’t even let them say goodbye to her.

The last thing she ever, ever could’ve done for them before they’d both burned up and died, before the whole world had ended, before everything any of them had ever known had ended, and she hadn’t even been able to do that. Couldn’t even let her own parents hold her one last time, and tell her goodbye. Let them be proud of how their daughter had acted; how she’d understood what they were doing and why, and had accepted her duty with dignity, and gone calm and steady, and how she wouldn’t wake up thousands upon thousands of lightyears later still sobbing and screaming for them.

What kind of daughter is she, that she couldn’t even give them that?

. . . what kind of daughter was she.

Her parents are dead. She’s not a daughter anymore.

Kara Zor-El is no one’s daughter, and Kal-El doesn’t understand that it’s not safe anymore. Wasn’t ever safe. “Safe” was a lie, always. But he still doesn’t understand how easily the ceiling could cave in, how easily the world could crack apart, how easily the sun could burn out. He doesn’t understand.

He doesn’t understand, and all she has left is whatever she can do to keep him safe.

That’s the only thing she can do for any of them, now. Anyone from their house, anyone from their line, their family, their world–

Kal’s first word wasn’t even Kryptonian, and he’s never cried for Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor like she thought he would, and he doesn’t understand.

And he’s the only thing she has left.

“Ka-Lair,” Ma repeats even softer, and Kara can’t shame their house again. Can’t fail Kal again. Can’t fail her parents again.

Can’t stop herself from bursting into tears again.

“O, bay-bee gurr,” Pa says roughly, and he and Ma both wrap her up in their arms again like she even deserved it the first time, and she can’t do a thing but just sit there holding Kal and sob and sob and sob all over him. She’s such a disgrace. Such an embarrassment. Such a disappointment.

Such a weak, pathetic failure.

Rao won’t even come for a shameful thing like her, when it’s time.

Ma and Pa tug her to her feet with Kal again and guide them both over to the far side of the room past the shelves and unwrap the rolled-up blankets on the shelves to spread them out over the flat pallet laid on the floor back there. The blankets are odd ones, soft and padded and thick with, for some reason, rows of metal-toothed fasteners all the way down two of their edges. Kara only knows they’re fasteners at all because she’s seen them on the aliens’ clothes before, but doesn’t know why blankets would need fasteners like those.

She can’t think of a reason, but she also can’t stop crying and can’t protect Kal and can’t do right by their house and can’t make up for not hugging her mother one last time, so why would she be able to do anything at all?

Ma and Pa coax her and Kal down into the blankets and fold them around them, and . . . oh, Kara realizes as Pa pulls the fastener’s tab up to seal it into a large pocket that envelopes her and Kal completely. Kal fusses and tries to squirm out of her arms, reaching for Ma with a flat alien-sounding whine, but he doesn’t know it’s not safe, and Kara can’t let him go. She just–she can’t. It’s not safe, and he doesn’t know.

Kal whines louder, and then he starts to wail. Ma kneels down beside them and strokes his hair, making her little hissing sounds at him again. He goes back to the flat alien-sounding whines, but tries to crawl out of Kara’s arms again.

She doesn’t know why he can’t just understand.

“It’s not safe, Kal!” she sobs into his hair, huddling down small in the blanket pocket and wrapping him up tighter as she curls in around him again, and Kal goes back to wailing and tries to kick his way out of her arms. Ma hisses and hisses and hisses, leaning down over them and stroking his hair again. Pa sits down beside her and reaches over to stroke Kara’s back through the blankets, and she still can’t stop crying, still can’t take care of Kal, still can’t do this right, can’t–can’t–

“Ma!” Kal wails, reaching towards her again. “Ma! Ma! MA!”

But it’s not safe, and he doesn’t understand.

Kara sobs harder, and Ma and Pa make their little hissing noises again and again, and Kal wails, and she’s–she’s such a disgrace, an even worse disgrace, a–it’s not another apocalypse, not even anything really dangerous, not the literal end of the world all over again, so why is she crying again and why doesn’t Kal understand?! He needs to understand, he needs to, he won’t be safe if he doesn’t understand, if he doesn’t learn, if–he won’t be safe!

And he doesn’t even know enough Kryptonian to know that, because she hasn’t taught him enough to know.

How can she not have taught him that?

Ma lays down beside them and wraps them both up in her arms, and makes more hissing sounds at them. She talks very soft and quiet, even as Kara just uselessly sobs and can’t even try to understand what she’s saying. But Kal’s cries start to gutter down a little, and then a little more, and then they settle into just hitched sniffles and tiny little whimpers and flat whines. Ma strokes his hair, and Pa strokes Kara’s back again.

And Kara can’t even make Kal feel better when he’s scared, so what use even is she? What good even is she?

None. Nothing. Not any kind of good. She’s useless, and no good to Kal at all.

This pretty little yellow sun shouldn’t even touch her with its light. Never should’ve touched her at all.

She can still hear the crashing through the heavy doors of the hatch, distant and muted but unmistakable. It won’t stop.

She tries to tell herself that as long as it doesn’t stop, the world hasn’t ended. If the weather protocols are running, and the sky is roaring like that . . . the world isn’t over, if she can still hear that.

She couldn’t hear anything after her father had slammed the door shut on her.

So . . . so as long as it doesn’t stop, Kara tells herself. Tells herself, and cries silent, shameful tears against Kal’s vacuum-black curls and the dull, rough fabric of Ma’s flower-patterned dress where it covers her shoulder. As long as it doesn’t stop. The world isn’t over, if it doesn’t stop. The world is still there, if it doesn’t stop.

It has to be. It has to be.

Kal needs it to be, because he needs to be safe. She needs to make sure he’s safe. So the world has to still be there. At least this world, anyway.

It’s already too late for theirs, after all. It’s–it’s a long time too late for theirs.

But it’s not too late for Kal.

They all stay down in the liquid-stone room for a long time, and the crashing and rain continues on. One crash is so bellowingly loud that even Ma and Pa jump at the sound of it, but they don’t seem concerned; just a little startled. They don’t seem concerned about anything but Kara and Kal.

Not like it’s the end of the world.

Ma and Pa talk to them for most of it. Pa sorts through a few thick paper records that are on the shelf and takes one off, and reads to them from it in his flat, toneless voice. Ma strokes their hair, and . . .

Kara thinks it’s how the aliens sing, what Ma does. Or at least, it seems as close to singing as she’s heard them do. There isn’t even as much resonance or melody as a Kryptonian’s typical speaking voice to it, but . . . but it is kind of her, to do it. Kara appreciates it, that she tries.

They’re both so kind, all the time. She doesn’t understand why they’re always so kind, even when she’s doing something as disgraceful and embarrassing and ill-behaved as this.

She should sing to Kal more, Kara thinks vaguely. If she were better at this–if she were better at this, she would’ve been singing to him already. Telling him stories; telling him about their world and their house and their–about his parents. Speaking their language to him.

His first word might’ve been Kryptonian, if she were better at this.

And if she were better at this, Ma and Pa wouldn’t even have thought they had to go out in the storm and bring them down here to begin with.

Kara cries a few more times, later, but only once Kal is sleeping and Ma and Pa think she’s sleeping too. She’s already disgraced herself enough for one day, and she can’t be trouble for them; can’t be difficult like this again. Like she keeps being.

She can’t be, because as kind as they are, even Ma and Pa won’t put up with a useless farmhand forever. Can’t put up with a useless farmhand forever. There’s work to do. They need someone strong enough to help them bring in their harvests and carry their animals’ feed and Pa’s tools and Ma’s shopping and–and not make trouble, and–and if she can’t do that, they’ll send them away. And Kara can’t let that happen yet; not before she understands this planet well enough to take care of Kal on it by herself.

So she can’t let that happen yet. And she can’t be useless, or difficult, or a disgrace. Can’t make trouble for Ma and Pa or get in their way.

And she can’t let Kal see her any way but smiling.

It’s silent, when Kara wakes up in the morning. The world is over, and she’s behind a locked door, and she didn’t even let her mother hold her one last time.

She gets up and goes outside to help Ma and Pa clean up the mess from the storm and feed Kal breakfast and do the chores.

She has to.

#kara zor el #clark kent #ma and pa kent #superfamily #supergirl #superman #wip: kara gets to earth on time #bOO-oops #aftermath of a panic attack #implied pstd #unhealthy coping mechanisms

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yumedoca · 1 year ago

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The whole knob thing has been eating at me since I watched the episode. I understood the fact that it was because it went against the manga's message thanks to @anotherfandom 's post but it still kept bugging me a little bit till I read this post cuz it made me understand that it's because it messed up Shinobu's character arc. I also agree that the remake could've done the whole relationship building thing in another way (because I like relationship building, especially for couples who end up a bit quickly like Inaba and Shinobu), like doing it for a future where Shinobu ends up happy.. Sacrificing character moments for some other addition (which could still be done in another way) is something the remake doesn't do it as much as the original adaptation but it really sucks when it does.

The new Urusei Yatsura episode made what could have possibly been the worst change imaginable to any story from the original manga.

In the manga when Shinobu and Inaba see Shinobu's "ideal" future, they react like this.

And then promptly forget this future forever because Shinobu realized that while she likes how things are now, in the future they shouldn't be the same people they were when they were kids. They need to grow up.

For some incomprehensible reason, the anime decided to changee it so that Shinobu and Inaba end up liking this future.

To the point where Inaba chooses to save it.

And he gives it to Shinobu.

If this is never brought up again in an anime-original episode, then this ruins the message of Shinobu's arc in the original story. Even if it's just to show that Inaba cares for what Shinobu holds dear, Shinobu was supposed to have moved on from that future. It would have meant more for her to keep a future Inaba made where they end up together. This just makes it seem like Shinobu is incapable of moving on.

#shinobu is like my favourite characters asides from ataru and lum #*character #and her character fascinates me #so no wonder it kept bugging me like that..#urusei yatsura #thank you for this op

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yumedoca · 1 year ago

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The way she compliments him and how he responds that it's no biggie by saying that this would be something anyone would do (that's not true by the way)...

The way she lovingly looks at him...

How she talks about wanting to be a ghost (so he would open up his true self like he did with Nozomi, which is something Lum longs for)..

And him calling her stupid because that would mean losing her, which is the last thing he would want..

I don't know about you, but to me, this moment acts as the definition of 'Love'. It's sweet and innocent while having a realistic melancholy to it, a bittersweet feeling showing the longing in their relationship while still showing that their love is the strongest.

#i love them so much #once again thank you davidpro..#urusei yatsura #うる星やつら #urusei yatsura 2022 #lum #ataru moroboshi #atalum #god i love them sm

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mrslittletall · 4 months ago

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for the OC ask meme: 2, 12 and 14 for Kuro, Lum, Rispale and Tempest 💖

OC Ask Meme

Woah, for all of my OCs! Okay then! 2. What role would your OC fill in a friend group? Lum is mostly the Mom friend. He will take care of people, cook the meals and more stay in the background when there is nobody to beat up. Kuro is the queer friend. You just KNOW he's the gay one and he's proud of it. He also is the driver of the group. Tempest is the one who will always have snacks prepared. This boy is and will go to feed you! Rispale is the annoying big brother, but one that you don't want to miss, because as annoying as he can be, he will also show anyone who messes with you that only he is allowed to do this.

12. What does their bed and/or desk look like? Tidy or cluttered - are they both the same, or is one neat and the other messy? Lum's desk is incredibly neat. He will have put all his things away and clean up each time he used it. Kuro's desk is... not chaotic but also not neat. He has some clutter lying around and he doesn't bother putting stuff away when he is busy with a project. Tempest doesn't use his desk a lot, as he mostly stays in the kitchen, so it is kinda neat by default. The kitchen on the other hand, is either a whirlwind or spotless. Rispale's desk is an absolute mess and he gets upset when you clean it because he claims he cannot find stuff then anymore. 14. How comfortable are they relying on other people, and what situations would change their comfort level? Funnily enough, I recently figured out that Lum wants to solve all his problems alone and it is slowly making him mentally ill. He will have to crash HARD to notice that he can rely on his family and friends. Kuro is comfortable relying on others. He knows there are things he cannot do well like cooking, so he is fine with his husband taking this task while he goes taking care of the garden. Tempest needed help for his quest, but he needed some time to truly rely on Ornstein. Once it clicked for them however, he would never want to miss Ornstein at his side. The same is true for Ornstein btw, he really started to cherish that Tempest takes care of him. Rispale had to learn this the hard way. He was on his own for so long, that he had some trouble letting people into his heart and when he tried, he noticed that the went there all wrong and... it was an ugly realization that nobody seemed to care for him outside of him having the Blessing of Light and the Echo. Once all was said and done however, Rispale doesn't want to miss the help of his companions anymore and will rely on them. He even learned a spell which is literally "ask for help and they appear" in his canon, sooo ^^

#ask answered #thank you for the ask #OC Lum #OC Kuro #OC Tempest #OC Rispale

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cosmickid-inmotion · 10 months ago

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Please, Mr. Miller?

Header by and the fic dedicated to @sweetlummie . Thank you for supporting this series

Dividers by @anitalenia

DBF!Joel x Reader

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First installment is Yes, Mr. Miller? but all parts can be found on my masterlist <3

Summery: Getting ready for the labor day cookout, you reminisce on Labor day last year when things with Joel began. Ft. your dad surprises you

Warnings: Virginity loss, dirty talk, PIV sex, age gap (legal, reader is over 21 so stfu y'all), size kink, bleeding from sex (I know theres been discourse over the whole bleeding your first time, but I bled soooo. It's a normal thing to happen, don't be embarrassed.) Joel is a bit of a pain slut what can I say, reader scratching Joel enough to make him bleed,

Immersivity: Reader is fem, afab, dresses v hyperfem and cutsie, reader is shorter than Joel and coded that Joel is larger, can carry you.

A/N: My last instalment for this series, the dbf holiday fucks series as I call it, caused a whole hoopla. I didn't do memorial day nor forth of july as planned. I wasn't even going to do any more but then I thought of everyone who supported me and of course my dear Lum, and decided to write one more installment. This will wrap up the series with a happy end for our dear horny bastards <3

Everything needed to be perfect. Joel was coming over for the yearly labor day cookout your dad did to celebrate the end of the summer, and oh what a summer it was!! Joel had made this time after gradating college special, spending time taking you out of town so you could both not worry about getting caught. You even had another threesome with him and Tommy, a time that was extra special now that you belonged to Joel officially.

This wouldn't be your anniversary technically. Labor Day always falls on Monday, but your anniversary was the same date of course. You spent the "anniversary" of the first time Joel and you had sex getting fucked into oblivion at Joel's house. Today was still special, because you and him would always remember Labor Day for this.

As you apply your simple make-up, pink eyeshadow and pink blush and pink lipstick to match the dress you brought over to your dads, you think back on that day.

You had been giving Joel 'fuck me' eyes for months. Ever since him and your dad became friends the last year or so, you can't deny how much you wanted him. The barrier, however, was obvious. He was your dads best friend, and then there was the fact you were a virgin.

Still, your record wasn't exactly lily white. You'd fucked around a bit here and there with boys and girls but that was the problem. They were all just like you, inexperienced. Most were boring, most only focused on what they wanted. You need a grown ass man to teach you, to guide you, to make you cum the way your vibrator could.

Joel was that man. So, you spent months sending signals...

Signals that ended up with you pushed up against your bedroom door that fateful Monday while your dad fell asleep on the couch, his body crowding you with his breath hot against your face.

"You think you are awfully cute, don't you little lady?"

You can't help smile at that. Yes, yes you do think you're cute, thank you.

"You just think you can prance around here in these little skirts and lowcut tops and get me hard like a fucking teenager not have any consiquences?"

Despite his words and harsh tone, when Joel's hand went to your hip his grip was light, letting you know you weren't being trapped.

You look up at him. "I know what I'm about, Mr. Miller."

A small smile appears on his face, and he grind his hips against your stomach, making you feel him growing erection. "You feel what you do to me?" He waits until you nod. "I think it's only right you help me take care of it, don't you? Or do I have to fuck my fist in the shower thinking of your face again?"

"No, Mr. Miller, I think I should help you, but... you have to help me with something..." You trail off, uncertain how he'll take the news.

"And what is that?"

"I'm a virgin..."

With this piece of information, Joel's face softens and he gives you a little more space. He seems like a new person, resting his head on your forehead and you see him cringing a bit.

"Shit darl'n, "m sorry. I was come'n in strong for no fucking reasons"

But you don't want him to feel bad for assuming you weren't a virgin, most people aren't by your age... "No, no don't be sorry! I... I liked it." Joel opens his eyes to look at you, your faces so close together. "i like you being dominate."

That smile again... that damn smile and you knew you were in trouble.

"You want this? You can say no, any time..."

"I do. I really fucking do."

With that, Joel kissed you... and oh what a kiss it was. Joel devoured you like this betrayal of his friendship was sending him to death row and you were his request for a last meal. He kissed you like he was willing to sacrifice it all just for your lips, that committing this sin was worth it just to be the first between your legs. He kissed you like you were his already. Joel never stopped kissing you like that, not even a year into the affair.

He took his time with you, just like you knew he would. This, this is why you trusted Joel Miller with this part of yourself. Your vibrator was at your apartment, but Joel made you cum on his lips, humping the mattress with his arms locked around your shaking legs. Then, he opened you up on his fingers, the thick digits easily maneuvering in and out of your drenched pussy before curling them up and dragging another orgasm out of you.

When Joel finally lined himself up between your legs, your pretty dress still on and the skirt flared out at the bed sheets, he tucked his face to your neck, kissing and nipping softly to not leave and marks. "Are you sure you want this, darl'n? We can stop. I promise."

But you didn't want to stop. No part of you wanted to stop.

You grab at his ass, your done up nails gripping his asscheeks. Your body felt on fire, burning for him and only for him. You knew this could never be a one time things, even before he deflowered you, you were his to keep, his to play with. "Please, Mr. Miller?" You begin to beg for him. "I need your cock, please, please, please? I need it so badly, it's all I want, I need you, only you!"

Joel groaned at the honorific, head dropping down at he began to slid into your tight hole, splitting you open. "Shiiiiiiit baby... s'fucking good... so fucking good."

Your grip on his ass tightened as the pain of being stretched peaked, nails digging in and scrapping him, making him bleed for you as you did for him.

When he's fully seated inside you, Joel plants a little kiss on your lips, humming a little in the back of his throat. "My sweet girl... saved herself just for me, huh?"

"Yes" You lie a little. For the bit. "Wanted you to be my first, Mr. Miller."

He groans, slowly pulling out almost all the way. "Love it when you call me that." then, he thrusts himself completely into you, pounding your pussy as the gentle uh, uh, uh's begin to fill the room in time the the pleasure he brings you.

"Shhhhh princess," Joel's nose nuzzles your cheek. "Gotta be quiet, remember? Can't have your daddy finding out you let his friend deflower his little girl, hm?"

You whimper at that, the secrecy, the naughty air adding to the sin happening in your old bedroom as he thrust again and again and again until you're unable to keep quiet anymore. The pleasure is too great, too strong as your orgasm approaches and he knows it. Gentle hand a contrast the the way he cock is rearranging your insides with pound ferver, Joel cups your face and puts his thumb to your lip.

No hesitation, you open your mouth and as soon as his thumb slides inside you lock your lips around him.

"Good girl... good- fuck- good fucking girl... just needed someth'n to keep your mouth busy, huh? Something to suck on? Yeah, I know baby, I know, it's a lot isn't it? It hurts a little, huh?" Joel looks down, watching the way his cock disappears into you, watching how it comes out covered in slick. He likes looking at you writhe under him, struggling to take it all... "Awwww big stretch.... That's it baby, suck on my thumb... harder, want yuh to practice for my cock, because i ain't done with yuh after tonight. You know that, don't you? You're mine, pretty girl. I'm your daddy now."

He can feel you tightening, your cunt beginning to pulse the same it did around his fingers.

"Bite down on my thumb when you cum baby, make it hurt."

You do as you're told, biting down to prevent from screaming as you cum on his cock, waves of pleasure rushing your body like the crash of the ocean on a rock. Not holding bad, you bit him to the bone and watch as his head rolls back as he cums, reveling in the pain as he floods your cunt with his spend. Again and again he fucks his cum inside your pussy, feeling it begin to leak out and down your ass crack before his softening cock finally still inside you.

There is a moment when Joel body falls on your, covering you with a blanket of just him pressed on your dress, that you think he's just going to get up and walk out. Maybe he's wake your dad up to say goodbye and then just not speak to you again now that he got what he wanted...

But he doesn't. Joel kisses you, saying he'll be right back before getting his pants on again and going to the bathroom. He returned to clean you up, calming your embarrassment when you see the blood on the sheets, and holding you until you fell asleep.

That was one year ago.

Today, you skip down the stairs at your dads,m pink dress fluttering around your knees, and hope happily outside to where you dad was grilling. A few people had trickled in, but were talking across the yard.

"Hi dad!" You start surveying the party goers, looking out over the yard. You don't see Joel yet, but Tommy is in the pool already which means Joel is probably stuck carrying in whatever they brought.

"Hi honey!" He greets you warmly. "That a new dress?"

You give a twirl. "Sure is!"

"Looks real nice, I always liked pink on you. I think Joel will like it too."

Your blood runs cold and you freeze. You don't even have it in you to act natural or confused, you just stare at him in shock. You wonder if he's about to start yelling, although that was rarely in his nature.

"I..."

Your dad smiles at you, adding cheese to a few burgers. "Relax, honey, it's fine. I saw your car at Joel's house back in May. Yuh ain't slick." He gives you a wink.

"Oh...." You say dumbly, unsure what else to say. "Are you... mad?"

"I was a little when I first saw it... but mostly because you guys didn't tell me. Then I thought about it and realized you guys were probably nervous. I figured as long as he's treat'n you right, I'm fine." He cocks an eyebrow. "And he's treating you right, ain't he? Just cause he's my friend don't mean I'm choosing his side."

Tears of relief well up in your eyes. "Yeah daddy, he does. He treats me real good."

"TOMMY!" Joel shouts walking up the driveway, carrying several bags and a cooler. "You couldn't help?!"

You and your dad laugh, and when you sniffle he leaves his grill to give you a hug. "Good. I'm glad. I just want you to be happy, and Joel's a good guy. I'm just glad it's not Tommy."

You laugh again at that, and once he's satisfied you're happy, he goes to putting the burgers on a plate.

"So... is it serious? I don't wanna be in your business, just wondering."

You watch Joel set up the snacks and beer he was specifically told not to bring, but because of who Joel is as a person he brought them anyway. He and Tommy help a kid out of the pool, and when Joel looks up he sees you staring at him from over the deck.

He grins at you and waves. You wave back. "Yeah dad. It's very serious."

You run down the steps to tell him you dont have to sneak around anymore.

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Festival of Memories

Today with @nwysperiablog we wanted to bring a short text between these two incredible characters, I hope you enjoy it! 💙♥️

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It was a pleasant afternoon in the Dream Clearing, and everyone seemed to be preparing for what appeared to be a festival commemorating the Silver Lums. All the nymphs seemed to be busy with their respective tasks throughout the festival, from Edith Up with the food stalls to Holly Luya with the music. Betilla had finished the flower and vegetation decorations thanks to her fairy magic, in order to give it a much wilder touch.

"Wonderful work, Betilla!" praised the Grand Minimus, who was standing with a map of fairground games.

"Will Rayman be coming?" he asked with a kind smile. Betilla smiled at him.

"He probably loves these things, along with Globox and his many tadpole nephews," Betilla commented to the Grand Minimus.

"So... Do you think "You Know Who" will show up?" Mama Voodoo commented angrily to her sister. Betilla blushed and frowned at her.

"He's been absent these past few months, and he sends a letter every two weeks. I highly doubt he'll actually try to show up," Helena mentioned doubtfully to "him." And who is he? Well, the one they were talking about was none other than The Magician, also elegantly known as Ales Mansay. Betilla seemed to be the only one Ales would send a letter to from time to time, and other times to Rayman; but the one he remained consistent with was Betilla. It all started when he decided to travel the world in search of new wonders and new styles of magic for his shows. He was a free and fun soul, full of curiosity and unable to stay still in one place. Betilla and he had begun their closeness many, many years ago, when Rayman was just a small Thingamajig boy and she cared for him as if he were her son. Ales had played a fundamental role in Rayman's life, but also, even though it was hard for her to admit it... in hers. She could still remember the charisma of his smile, his elegant way of dressing as if he were an English gentleman, and his beautiful platinum-blond horses. Ales had an elegance that very few Thingamajig could match or even pretend to. But that fell short of her mysterious gaze beneath those soft, pretty bangs. It was almost a privilege to be allowed to see her beautiful purple eyes... those eyes: How I loved those eyes so much. But as was inevitable, both of our colleagues had to deal with council matters, one busier than the other, and in Ales's case, it was off to explore new possibilities.

"Are you thinking about him?" Anetta Fish asked brazenly. Betilla snapped out of her thoughts and shook her hands to leave, leaving everyone somewhat bewildered. She headed to the second floor of the council, where the library was located, where she used to research certain things beyond her control. She approached a wooden owl and tapped it lightly, opening a hatch inside which was a stuffed Ales Mansay toy she had made for him many years ago. It was somewhat battered and even slightly battered. She headed to the balcony and leaned on the railing as the sky quickly darkened completely and the three moons adorned the dark night, accompanied by their bright stars.

"Why did he miss you?" she said to herself as she slowly hugged the stuffed animal, rubbing her head against it with a certain melancholy. Of course, she knew why she missed him so much; they spent all their time together. Whether it was drinking tea, reading books, or listening to his fabulous stories illustrated with the magic he perfected for his shows, she was always his first audience before anything else...she remembered him as if it were yesterday.

"...and at the last second! When all seemed lost! The fabulous and unforgettable Rayman arrived!" said Ales, standing on the living room table. Betilla laughed softly at his comment, delicately covering her mouth. "Too cliché?" she asked, getting off. She laughed, shaking her head.

"I think it's best to tone down the plot a bit, but... it's a step forward," she said with a soft, warm smile, which was immediately returned by him, who seemed to blush her cheeks and soften her eyebrows against the fairy's angelic face.

"I don't think I could say it to the public without first telling you... you're one of... my safe places, Betty," he said, gently brushing a strand of hair away from the fairy's face as she blushed and lowered her gaze.

"It's nice to hear a talented soul like you," she said, shrugging her shoulders while still smiling, while Ales seemed to give her the same look, even though she couldn't see his eyes due to the length of his bangs. All those warm memories seemed to fade away from the magician's sudden distance. But even more so when he wondered whether or not it was a good idea to have sent him an invitation to the Silver Lum Festival. Why did Ales's distance hurt so much? While many close friends had distanced themselves, she took it in stride, with him it was a totally... different feeling. Just thinking about it made a few tears fall onto the stuffed animal from helplessness as they spent a few hours with the festival under the balcony.

"Seriously, I was stupid," she said to herself, squeezing the stuffed animal.

"He's not coming... He's too late, or maybe he's just not interested in these things anymore, or... it's pointless." She dropped the stuffed animal off the balcony, but suddenly, a purple mana prevented it from falling, and it went to the edge of the balcony, sitting down.

"...or he stopped to bring you sunflowers," said a voice with a warm but clearly terrified tone. Betilla looked up and thought it could be a joke in bad taste or even a dream; it was all right. She quickly wiped her face and pretended to be okay, but he already knew perfectly well what she was going through and feeling. He approached her carefully, with a soft but nervous smile, and handed her the sunflowers.

"...Hi, Betty," he greeted with a big smile. Betilla was still stunned, but shook her head and smiled just as sweetly.

"Hi, Ales...It's been a while, it's great to see you," she said, smiling, trying to recover and take the sunflowers.

"Did you really think I'd miss an event to which my favorite fairy in the whole world invited me?" he said, raising an eyebrow enthusiastically, but she stopped smiling and went ahead.

"Honestly, yes. The last time we saw each other in person, you said that without a home, you'd have no reason to come back," she said, slightly annoyed. Ales took Betilla's hand, and she turned around unexpectedly.

"Betilla...I said that because I needed to think about a lot of things, and...I realized that yes; No place is home because to me, little darling... you are home." Saying that, the fairy blushed so much she looked like a strawberry. Ales bowed respectfully, almost pleading for his absence and lateness.

"Would you like to be my companion at the Silver Lum Festival?" he asked, somewhat nervous but still charming. She became emotional inside, unexpectedly grabbing his face and kissing him on the lips, making such an impression that her hair rose, along with her hat, and a pair of hearts appeared in her eyes.

"Of course, Ales," she said, as he foolishly took her hand to kiss it, and they both headed to the festival while catching up on their adventures.

The End💙❤️

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