Summary: Lily and Omar escape to Coney Island for the afternoon.
Fandom: Lights Out
Pairings: Omar Assarian x OFC Lily Quinn (daughter of Patrick “Lights” Leary)
Fandom: Lights Out
Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1,122
Warnings: language, sexual tension, pining…let me know if I missed anything, and I’ll happily add it here!
A/N: When I saw the picture for this week, I knew I had to share this with you all. I’ve had this sitting in my WIPs for months. This is a small excerpt from my story Knockout. If you like it…maybe I can be persuaded to finally share their story lol.
“So, where to?” Lily asked Omar as they reached his car. He opened the door for her and she slid in, slightly shocked at his chivalrous action. She murmured her thanks as he closed the door. He settled into the driver’s seat and looked over at her.
“I don’t know,” he said, laughing a moment. “Do you have any ideas?” She pondered his question. A sudden thought hit her.
“Umm…ok this might sound completely lame…but do you want to go to Coney Island?” She asked in a hopeful voice.
“Coney Island?” He asked in disbelief. Lily read his confusion as rejection and her face fell.
“F-Forget it,” she said quickly. “It’s stupid. We can figure something else out.” She looked away, suddenly unsure of herself. She felt Omar take her hand gently and squeeze.
“Hey,” he said quietly. She turned to look at him. “I don’t think it’s stupid. It sounds like fun. I haven’t been there in years.” He was pleased to see the light returning to her gorgeous eyes. “I have one condition though.” She looked at him expectantly. “Don’t talk me into anymore bad food today, alright?” He knew how tempting the treats along the boardwalk would be…and how hard it would be to say no to her. “I can’t completely wreck my diet today.”
“Deal,” she said with a beaming smile. The drive to Coney Island was fast, traffic being mild in the middle of the day. For hours the two of them dashed around like excited kids, playing the boardwalk games and hopping on the amusement park rides. Omar gave in and snagged a bite of Lily’s funnel cake—it was either that or lick the powdered sugar off her gorgeous lips. Omar knew he’d never laughed this much in his entire life. Being with Lily was fun. She made it so easy just to be him. He didn’t have to impress her or act tough. She was happy just to be with Omar, the real Omar. It was liberating, and he didn’t want it to end.
“Nah uh,” Lily said, shaking her head and pulling against his hand. He was trying to get her to go on the Cyclone.
“C’mon, Lily,” he pleaded, “I went on that crazy ass Ferris wheel with you…besides, you have to ride the Cyclone when you come to Coney Island. It’s almost a requirement.”
“No way,” she dug her heels in. “I don’t do roller coasters.” He pulled her into his arms and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“I promise I’ll hold on to you the whole time, baby,” he pleaded once more. He pulled back to look into her eyes. “Please?” She couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes.
“Fine,” she sighed. “But you owe me for this!”
“You got it, sweetheart,” he cheered, wrapping his arm around her waist and guiding her to the ride. Omar held true to his word and held her the entire ride. He couldn’t help but love the way she clung to him, her face buried in his chest. She let out the most adorable little squeals when they would come up over a hill and raise off their seats, gripping him even tighter. He hugged her close, and kissed the top of her head.
“You’re doing great, baby,” he cooed in her ear. “It’s almost over. You’re being such a good girl for me.” He felt her body shiver at his words. He pulled her tighter to his body. A few moments later the ride was over and they were walking away hand in hand.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asked her, his voice hopeful.
“Not my favorite, but you made it much better,” she said with a smile. He smiled back and pulled her into his side, letting go of her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders.
“Glad I could help,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
“Step right up, folks!” They heard a man shouting. There was a small crowd gathering around a machine. They made their way over to see what the fuss was about. “Try your luck. See if you can beat the high score! If you can, you win the BIG prize!” The man pointed to a big stuffed bear.
“Aww that’s cute,” Lily said looking at the prize. “It looks just like one my mom gave me when I was little.” Omar knew immediately he would do anything to win it for her. Then he noticed the game. It was a boxing game. The player would punch a speed bag as hard as they could, and it would give them a number score based off how hard they punched. Omar’s grin was huge. He was gonna win that bear for his girl.
“Do we have any takers?” The man asked the crowd. A few guys stepped forward and paid, then threw their punches. One of them was pretty pathetic. The other two were decent, but still nowhere near the high score. Omar looked. The high score was 648. He could beat that. He stepped up.
“I got this,” he told the man, handing him a $5 bill.
“Oh ho!” The man called out. “We got a cocky one here, ladies and gentleman. Let’s see what he can do.” Omar stepped up and got into his stance. He glanced over his shoulder to give Lily a cocky grin. She rolled her eyes and laughed. He threw his punch and the count soared to 1000…the highest the machine could go. The crowd sat in stunned silence.
“Holy shit!” The guy running the game said. “Well, we have a new high score!” He took the bear down and handed it to Omar, who turned to give it to Lily.
“Here you go, baby girl,” he said when she took the bear. She smiled and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.
“Thanks, Omar,” she said quietly. The crowd was going nuts asking him how he did that.
“Howdid you do that?” The worker asked him.
“You’re looking at the Armenian Avenger,” Lily said loudly and with pride. “The next Super Middleweight Champion of the World!” Omar felt his heart burst with affection for her in that moment. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up into a tight hug, burying his face in her neck. She hugged him back just as fiercely. There were wolf whistles and cheers from the crowd. Neither one of them noticed a few people in the crowd had captured the entire thing on video.
“Let’s get outta here,” he said against her neck. “Too many people.” She nodded as they broke apart and hurried back to his car.
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In 2014 David Sandberg and Lotta Losten released a two and a half minute horror film titled Lights Out, which garnered such praise that it was turned into a feature length film two years later.
Sadly, by upping the running time by nearly ninety minutes, the extended Lights Out loses almost everything that made the short so great.
In under three minutes, Sandberg and Losten managed to create and lean and neat horror full of scares that perfectly captured how we feel when we’re alone in the dark, but aren’t quite feeling alone. It was clever to hone in on this fear of the darkness, and they used lighting and music to perfection to build up to a night on perfectly executed jump scare at its conclusion.
In the film version, the plot line and the backstory to the mysterious demon (?) haunting us when the lights go out add very little. Perhaps it’s because the characters aren’t very interesting or that the background story feels like we’ve seen it all before, but the whole film feels a little flabby.
I found Lights Out kind of boring, and where the short film ended perfectly, I left the film a little surprised at the conclusion, thinking ‘is that it?’
Basically, save yourself ninety minutes and watch the superior short film HERE. At least we have an answer to the eternal question finally now though: size doesn’tmatter.
He was fairly certain he imagined the whisper, the faint noise surely a figment of his imagination. He was in a world of his own - a deep daydream - with a melody running through his head and his eyes fixed in front of him, watching his pointer finger chip away at the yellow polish on his thumbnail.
If I were a bluebird… I would fly…
The words had been taunting him for days. But when nothing else came, he sang them to the same melody over and over again. The lyric felt light… hopeful… but it was almost as if he was stuck, like gravity was holding him back from adding anything else. And somehow the weight that constantly pressed down on his shoulders got heavier.
OKAY YALL. Anne is a wordsmith. Truly the type of writer who immerses a reader in the world of the story, stringing words together in a way that always leaves me reading with my jaw on the floor. So excited to read this story!!!!!! Anne pls add me to the tag list lmao
