#and my mom went out of her way to give examples of how I am grateful all of the time

[babisawyer]

Me realizing I’m my parents’ favorite finally

[angel-of-the-moons]

Eccentricities

Yandere!Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, DDDNE, Yandere themes, mental manipulation, obsessive behavior, allusions to violence, blackmail, angst, masturbation, Tyler Stone is also a warning lmao

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A/N: Yeah, after a million years, it is me! I'm sorry it's been so slow to update, y'all; things have been... *A lot*. Seems like every time I get a one-up something else happens, like my dad being in and out of the hospital for example.... As I stated in my previous post, this story won't be continuing for much longer!

Part 3

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Pt. 4

You had gotten so used to the quiet and privacy of Miguel's mansion that you weren't entirely sure how to handle when the infamous Tyler Stone dropped by for a visit. You certainly didn't enjoy the energy the man put off, nor the looks he would send your way as you "entertained" him until Miguel arrived home; having sent word to Lyla that he arrived.

You noticed that even Lyla seemed uncomfortable with Tyler's presence, her holographic avatar was actually fidgeting when you looked at her. Whatever went on between Miguel and Tyler must not have been very good, judging by how perturbed Lyla was with the older man.

"So... You're the little mouse that my boy Mike has hired, eh?" Tyler grinned, swirling the wine in his glass around as he watched you wipe down and clean the bar. You were well aware of his eyes tracing the entire shape of your ass as you kept your back turned to him.

Yes, having him leer at you wasn't enjoyable... But you preferred it if he looked at your ass instead of your chest or face. Something about that man's gaze made you very uncomfortable; it wasn't at all like with Miguel. You felt safe with him... Even if sometimes he came home from work with the energy of a man ready to catch a criminal charge. You had chalked it all up to the stress of running Alchemax; and now, having his former boss just show up out of the blue while he was gone...

How the hell did Tyler Stone even get in? You assumed only you and Miguel had the passkey to get in. So, how--

Tyler grinned once again, tapping the rim of his glass with one of the gaudy rings on his fingers, catching your attention once again. "Well, sweet-cheeks?"

You grit your teeth and turn, giving him your best sweet smile, "Ah! Right, yes, sir. I'm Miguel's housekeeper."

"And a damn fine bartender..." Tyler hummed, downing the rest of his wine in one swift gulp, licking his lips of the excess as he eyes you up and down once again. "In fact, I'm thinkin' about snatching you out from under my boy... What do you say? Your job will come with all the perks I'm sure Mike holds from ya... A nice fat check..."

His hands constantly groping you...

Your shoulders stiffened, his offer making your blood curdle; "I--"

"She's off-limits, Stone." Miguel's deep voice rang out from the threshold.

You sighed with relief, looking over at him, holding back a shocked gasp. Miguel looked... Disheveled. His face was sweaty, chocolate locks stringing around his forehead, droplets of sweat rolling down his sculpted cheeks.

He straightened his posture as he stalked towards the bar, casting you a soft look before focusing his attention squarely on Tyler, the look in his eyes from behind his red lenses just exuded one word: murder. You almost swore Miguel was about to reach out to snap his neck, until Tyler clasped Miguel's larger hand in his, shaking it with a laugh.

"Ah, don't be so serious, Mike." Tyler laughed like Miguel wasn't currently staring daggers through his skull. "I was just proposing a business deal with your lovely little maid, here!"

"You wouldn't be trying to poach my own employee from me, would you, Stone?" Miguel asked, his voice relaxing to a more soft pitch; his body language still tense but not so aggressive. You could tell there was some definite bad blood between the two men.

Your fingers fiddled nervously with each other at the obviously thick tension in the air, "Miguel..."

"Ah, don't worry, querida." Miguel assured you with a smile, his gaze softening once it landed on you. "Tyler and I need to have a private discussion. Go ahead and take the rest of the day off..."

You nod, swallowing hard. Something was off, but you weren't willing to risk pissing Miguel off in any way, despite how gentle he seemed with you, even in the face of the former CEO of Alchemax. You quickly placed your cleaning supplies in the cabinet and scurried out of the room, closing the doors behind you.

Tyler didn't fail to notice how Miguel tracked your movements from the corners of his eyes as you left, and a shark-like smirk made his lips quirk dangerously. "Oh, now I see why you're not so keen to let me take her from you."

Miguel scowled at the older man, "Why the hell are you here, Stone? Don't bullshit me."

Tyler pressed his hand over his own heart, feigning innocence. "Why, Mike! I would never bullshit you, my boy... Wouldn't dream of it, in fact."

Miguel glowered, his temper already short from dealing with a troublesome Kraven variant that wrought havoc in another universe, plus an "incident" in one of the labs at Alchemax. Tyler's sudden manifestation was testing his patience.

Oh, he had so looked forward to coming home, having a nightly drink with you... maybe work some aggression off. Maybe he could have convinced you to help...

But now, that little fantasy faded in the light that was his sperm donor's annoying fucking mile-long smile. That stupid fucking face that reminded him so much of his own, sometimes he couldn't stand to look in the mirror.

"Don't play coy. Tell me why you're here."

Tyler raised his thick brows, his forehead creasing from the slight wrinkles, there. "Mike--"

"Miguel." The tall man hissed.

"Mike." Tyler corrected, pouring himself another glass of wine. "I've heard you've been a little distracted, lately. A little... scatter-brained. So unlike you. I came to see what was bothering my boy in his personal time--"

"I'm not your fucking child, cabrón." Miguel snarled, breaching Tyler's personal space and standing almost nose-to-nose, "Now stop. Fucking. Pontificating."

He sighed deeply, frowning softly at Miguel's "mood". Oh, how he hated when he got like this. Too uppity for his own good, too ambitious. And after what happened between them... rather dangerous.

Oh, if he only knew how dangerous he was...

"Fine. I checked your financials and saw you had arranged a payroll to a rather cute houseworker." Tyler peered at Miguel almost boredly over the rim of his glass. "As well as some purchases for very small cameras, a number of which happen to be waterproof..."

Miguel felt the hair bristle on the back of his neck. Tyler had.... He had implanted a bypass-shunt program into his personal files? Without Lyla picking up on it? How the fuck did he manage that?

He must have hired someone to do it. He had to have hired someone to do it!

His fists clenched and his jaw tightened microscopically; but Tyler seemed to pick up on it anyway as he casually sipped his wine.

"Oh yes, I've been keeping an eye on you. Can't let my most promising progeny be left to his own devices for very long, now can I?"

"You--"

"How often do you spy on the girl, hm? I imagine watching her undress is rather titillating." He smirked, "She has a very nice body... Almost wasted just being looked at..."

Miguel grabbed Tyler by the collar of his 10,000-credit suit, bunching his fists and lifting him off the stool, sending some of the wine splashing from the glass and onto the bar top; snarling Miguel spits at him. "You stay the fuck away from her, you hear me, Tyler? If you so much as lay a pinky on her, I will--"

Tyler laughed, completely unfazed by Miguel's aggression. "Careful, now, Mike... Wouldn't want some evidence of your little Rapture addiction slipping out and making its way to your pretty little doll, no?"

Miguel snorted, his nostrils flaring as his face heated up. He dropped Tyler back in the stool, turning to stomp away, his fists balled and chest heaving to control his rage, just barely controlling himself enough to avoid burying his talons in the meat of his palms.

Tyler sighed, downing some more of his glass, "We wouldn't want the public finding out that the great Miguel O'Hara was a junkie, now do we?"

His head was abuzz; adrenaline pumping so hard through his veins, he could feel that primal urge to just reach out and snap Tyler's neck. Hiding or disposing of the body would be easy enough, concealing any other evidence would also be a snap. Unfortunately, if anybody knew he was coming over to Miguel's...

Fuck. Tyler also probably had some kind of implant to contact emergency services in the event his heart stops or he's severely injured. Then, Miguel would obvious be a shoe-in for a brand new jumpsuit; not one of his own design.

The multiverse would suffer, another Spider-Man demonized by the public for murdering a man who outwardly appeared somewhat decent...

Then, it felt like a tension wire snapped; realization dawned on Miguel as clear as a sunny summer day.

Tyler was baiting him. He wanted him to snap.

He wouldn't give in to his cheap taunts.

Miguel forced his body to relax, reaching up to slick back a stray strand of hair, and turns to give Tyler a cool smile, "Well... if that were to happen... I would have to tell them where the Rapture came from. How you used it to control me, manipulate me, threaten to kill me."

Miguel felt sick glee at how Tyler's smile instantly fell, and the Hispanic man tipped his head to the side, his smile eerily calm.

"Oh... You thought I didn't have evidence of that? Now, imagine how the public will react when news of me being your illegitimate son--the result of a disgusting affair--gets out?"

"You--you wouldn't." Tyler spat, throwing the wineglass to the ground and shattering it, the red liquid running out to pool around it, soaking into the grout in-between the tiles like a thin, watery pool of blood.

"Your mother would be--"

"I don't give a fuck what Connie deals with. She's had her dose of karma a long time coming... and it's honestly only fitting that I be the one to deliver it." Miguel sneered, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

Tyler swallowed, glaring up at his own flesh and blood like it was Hercules fighting the lion. Only... it was up to anyone's guess who would emerge the victor of this bout.

But... He knew that Miguel was much larger, much stronger, faster--younger...

It was an uphill battle and he currently had a bullet wound to his knee.

So, Tyler Stone relented in the seething rage that was Miguel O'Hara. He adjusted his coat from where Miguel has mussed it before, wiping up some of the wine on the counter with his handkerchief before tossing it to the floor indignantly.

"Very well, Mike... I'll leave your little toy alone. But... do be careful enough to take care of your toys in the future. Don't want to forget what happened to your last girlfriend..."

That slight sting didn't hurt as much as he'd hoped, Miguel merely jerking his head to the side, his lip curled in an irritated snarl. "Get out of my house."

As the smaller man began to walk briskly out, he gave Miguel a smirk over his shoulder; "Y'know, my boy... some stuff really is genetic. You don't realize just how much like me you really are."

Miguel scoffed, his body finally relaxing as he turned to clean another one of Tyler Stone's messes, wiping the bar you meticulously cleaned for him clean, tossing the piece of cloth into the nearby trash bin, and turning on the little disc-shaped cleaning bot to clean up the shattered glass and suck up the wine.

"Lyla." Miguel sighed as he took off his sunglasses, his hand shaking as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Hey, boss man." She greeted hesitantly. "Whaddya need?"

"Find out how Tyler got into the system. How he got past you. I'm going to upgrade your code later with stronger firewalls, too." He said, staring at her flickering avatar.

"Yeah, believe me... I don't like him getting past me. It feels... gross. Violating." She shuddered.

Despite changing her programming to see the logic in his words by default, Miguel was emotionally attached to Lyla. For a long time, she was his only true friend. She was there for him after the Rapture incident...

And to now watch as Tyler had essentially brute-forced his own program onto Lyla felt akin to some form of assault on her; one of his greatest creations to date.

But... the shreds of his conscience began to thread together as he remembered you. The cameras, the stalking, having Lyla be hypocritical and spying on your personal business...

"You... You know everything I do is to keep her safe--both of you safe, right, Lyla?" He asked softly, staring down at the little robot as it chirped as its cleaning cycle was finished, returning to its charging dock.

"Well, yeah.... I saw the crime reports... saw how that guy probably would have killed her... and... well." She shoved her hands in her pockets and looked up at him, a brow quirking upwards. "I mean... the cameras are just as good for safety, right? Like how people put baby monitors in their kid's room, or to spy on the nanny. Keeps her from getting hurt even where she should be safe..."

Miguel smiled warmly at her. Yeah... she was programmed to see his logic, but... hearing it made him feel much better.

"Thank you, Lyla. Let me know if anything goes wrong with her personal stuff, alright? I want to make sure Tyler isn't spying on her, too." He turned to begin leaving the room, "I'm going to work this adrenaline off. Make sure my Pequeña Ave is relaxing like I told her to, hm? When you're not busy sorting through the bullshit Tyler pulled, that is."

"Can do, boss!" Lyla chirped happily, giving him a little salute. "Have fun gettin' those reps in!"

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You couldn't find Miguel in his office, the lounge, his bedroom, the bar, at the pool... the only other place you could think of was his small gym.

He didn't seem to have had a good day at work, and Tyler's presence only seemed to worsen it when he came home. You wondered what exactly happened between them to make their relationship so hostile in the first place...

But, you shoved that curiosity to the side. You decided to try and give Miguel a little pick-me-up. You remembered the story he told you of he and his little brother sneaking off to enjoy their snack of mango and chili salt.

You cut the mango in half, pulled the large seed pod out of the middle, and halfway sliced the halves into little cubes; and finally sprinkled on the chili salt. Afterwards, you placed the snack on a tray with a nice, ice-cold bottle of his favorite sports drink. If he was in the gym, he would definitely need to replenish some electrolytes after working out.

As you walked down the hall, you noticed Lyla's avatar following you. "Hey, Mamacita." She said. "I'd steer clear of the boss. Mr Stone-head reeeeeeeally made him mad."

You wiggled the tray a bit and gave her a smile, "That's why I'm bringing him this, Lyla. Snacks do wonders for mood improvement!"

She tilted her head, taking a moment to respond. "Oh. Right. Good idea, actually..."

You noticed her seemingly distracted nature today, which was almost unheard of for the AI. "You ok?"

"Yeah, going through my files before Miguel puts in a new update for me tonight. Gonna get me a niiiiice makeover, program-wise." She grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at you. "I'll be pretty indisposed however; one, from going through my millions of lines of code, and two; he's gotta put me out while he works on me."

You chuckled, "Ah, well I'll leave you to that, then. Hope the update goes well."

Lyla gives you a snarky salute before her avatar disappears as you near the gym. As you reached the arching threshold--no door, you noticed some time ago; he apparently liked a bit of an open floor plan when it came to that--you could hear the sounds of him grunting, huffing, and swearing. It sounded like he was working hard.

You round the bend and open your mouth to announce yourself--until you see why Miguel was really making those sounds.

His back was to you, shirt abandoned on the floor by the dumbbells. He sat in his boxers, pants discarded the same way his shirt had been in favor of working out almost entirely naked.

Or, well.... maybe it started with him working out--until he went to the weight bench and it devolved into something else entirely.

The mirrors lining the opposite wall gave you a perfect view of him despite him sitting with his back to you. His boxers were shoved hastily down to his thick thighs, leaning on one hand as his other one slowly stroked up and down his rigid, leaking cock. Miguel's head was tipped back, his eyes closed in frustrated pleasure, sweat making his body shine as though he had almost appeared oiled-up. His usually well-kept hair was messy, tacking to his forehead and scalp with thick layers of sweat.

The sight immediately sent a throb down to your core; heat roiling and pooling low in your belly and had you biting your lip in equal parts mortification, shame, and arousal.

He grunted, grinding his teeth as he tipped his head down again. You quietly jumped back out of sight as he looked down and opened his eyes, growling as his hand circled the head of his dick before twisting and stroking back down.

"Fuuuuuuck." You heard him sigh. "That's it, bebita... fuck, I'm close."

Your heart hammered in your chest as you imagined who he could possibly be picturing in his mind's eye; what dream woman he probably had at his feet, between his legs, worshipping the thick shaft he stroked in his hand

You pinched your thighs together, feeling your arousal already begin to soak through your panties, threatening to breach the fabric of your pants. Your face heated up, flushing with color as the sounds of him pleasuring himself assaulted your ears in the all-too quiet house. Hell, it felt like he was being so loud, his sounds of self-pleasure drowned out the blood rushing in your ears.

You couldn't contain your curiosity, and peek around the corner again. Miguel had his eyes closed again, a blissful crease prominent on his brow as he bucked his hips in time with his hand.

You watched as he snagged his plush bottom lip between his teeth, his face twitching as his hand jerked faster, the thick precum dripping down his cock and coating his fingers, assisting in the glide as he fucked his own hand, his release imminent.

You squeezed your legs together even tighter, taking care not to jostle the tray in your hands and not make any noise that would give you away.

This was... wrong. You should turn around, and leave your treat to him in the kitchen for him to find on his own. You should...

You swallowed the gasp that wanted to come from you as he muttered something to himself, something you couldn't quite make out--before the thick ropes of his cum spurted from the tip of his cock.

Continuing to stroke and pull, to lengthen his orgasm as long as possible; to ride the high further, Miguel rolled his head back with a gutteral moan, his cum splattering on the floor mats below him, his legs trembling.

As he began to even his breathing out, you turned and as quickly and quietly as possibly rushed back down the hall to avoid being caught--and maybe attend to the pressing matter that stained your panties.

Miguel however--

Miguel knew you were there. He could smell your perfume as you made your way down the hall, hear your soft footsteps and conversation with Lyla.

He grinned as he looked into the mirror, his eye tracking where you had once been peeping in on him. He could smell you the moment you got wet; hear the way your heart thudded in your chest as you spied on him.

He had been edging himself; not intentionally of course, but with how frustrated and angry he was, Miguel had been dancing on the edge of a climax for most of the time. Until he caught your scent, the smell of your wet little cunt filling his senses and making his mind buzz with his budding orgasm before driving him over that peak.

He wondered what you thought of the sight. You were aroused, certainly. You very much liked what you saw. He almost hoped you would walk in, and offer your own soft, sweet little hands to stroke him to relief.

But ah, you were a polite girl. Scurrying away like a frightened little mouse before getting caught and possibly pissing him off.

Miguel heaved a heavy sigh as he grabbed his sweat rag from beside him, wiping at the mess he made of himself. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't help but smile.

Maybe getting into your head was going to be easier than he anticipated.

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Part 5: I have no idea Imma be real with y'all

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for calling my friend spoiled?

So my friend still lives with her parents. She is 27 years old and still has dinner cooked for her every night, has her parents clean her room, has them do her laundry, etc. They only just asked her this month to pay some money towards house bills like internet etc and she complained for hours about them “stealing her money”. Now being spoiled isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it’s great her parents are willing to still do all that for her. The problem is my friend tells anyone and everyone that her parents are abusive.

To be honest she’s pretty bad at remembering events accurately. For example someone will give her constructive criticism, she’ll be a little upset, then with each retelling and the more time that passes she’ll build it up and up in her head until it becomes “this person SCREAMED INSULTS at me” and she’ll be genuinely distressed over it. She genuinely remembers stuff this way, she’s not lying exactly. She’s been upset with me over stuff I’ve supposedly said or done and when I’ve asked her to find the conversation she’s talking about in chat logs etc she’ll look back and realise it never happened or it was said completely differently and then she’ll be shocked and apologise.

The stuff with her parents is the same kind of deal. We’ll be on call, I’ll hear her dad calmly say “Can you put your clothes away in the bathroom please?”, and by the time she’s back she’ll be upset and ask me “Did you hear my dad scream that at me?”

She tells all our friends that her parents are abusive and constantly screaming at her and forcing her to do stuff.

For context as to why this upsets me a bit, I grew up in a hellishly abusive household. Not going to get into details but it went as far as having knives held to me, having my fingers broken, being homeless for almost a year. So hearing her call her parents abusive all the time when they do so much for her and treat her so well and all our friends offering support and joking they'll fight her parents really frustrates me. I watch her and her dad chase each other down the driveway to give each other hugs and I feel so envious of how comfortable and good their relationship is.

I recently stayed with her for a few months while I recovered from a surgery over Christmas and. it just got worse from there.

On Christmas she got more presents than I've ever seen in my LIFE. Her parents got ME more gifts than I've ever gotten! One gift she threw out the instructions and then got frustrated she couldn't work it, and in front of me she called her mom through, and snapped at her that her gift didn't work and it was useless. Her mom apologised and asked if she should return it, and my friend was just like "Well it's too late now isn't it!" I was just sitting there in shock because it felt so rude and ungrateful

The other night we were with friends and she was telling them about how her dad had made a joke about her being spoiled. She turned to me and said “AM I spoiled?” in a way that clearly expected me to say no and back her up.

I just kind of snapped and had enough and I said “Honestly? You’re one of the most spoiled people I’ve ever met.”

I said it in a kind of light-hearted tone and she played it off like a joke, but she seemed really mad I’d said it in front of our friends considering she’s been telling them how bad they are all this time.

Since then I’ve had a couple of our friends come to me and ask what her family is really like and I’ve said I don’t feel right talking to them about it if my friend doesn’t want me to, but it’s made me wonder if I was an asshole for saying it considering it’s clearly made our friends distrust her word now. And they potentially realised I wasn’t joking with the fact they’ve come to ask me privately about it.

AITA for saying it in the way and situation I did?

What are these acronyms?

[notesfromthepalace]

Thank God it's (T.G.I.) Friday

Y'all remember T.G.I. Fridays?

It's story time Sissy Poohs!

I think this was two Christmas seasons ago.

Y'all know I love being on Holiday. I went back home to spend Christmas and New Years with my family back on the East coast.

Honestly, I don't like going back home too often. Certain aspects of being in my hometown makes me uncomfortable.

"Why does it make you uncomfortable Sarah"?

Since you asked:

Something I have experienced over the last two to three years is running into people I may have went to high school or college with back home who lack ambition and discipline or are just complacent and very content with where they are in life - except when they see me.

I say the following as humbly as possible: I may only be 26, but I have accomplished a tremendous amount in this quarter of a century, by the grace of God.

I graduated college at the age of 21 - Dean's list - with a Bachelor's of Science in Chemistry and a minor in Biology. During my collegiate career, I traveled to Europe as an intern at the University of Science and Technology. I also interned at one of the most profitable Pharmaceutical companies - in the world.

After college, I commissioned in the United States Army as a Chemical Officer and traveled the world. I was living right outside of Seattle, enjoying city life, looking good, smelling better, driving my man's BMW - really giving WAG (Wife and Girlfriend of professional athlete - that's how rich I was looking, okay) for real.

I also received two IT certifications as I was leaving the Army and am currently back in school taking prerequisite courses to enter into an Accelerated Bachelors of Science in Nursing (ABSN) program. Did I mention I got straight A's this semester?

I'm also a home owner, a blogger and fiancée.

Oh, and I brought Sexy back, too. I'm over 20+ pounds down, eating healthy and working out 5-6 times a week.

Maybe its because I am an over achiever but this is really normal tempo to me and I actually feel like I could be doing more. But to people who chose not to do anything with their lives and are stationary, act weird when you pop up.

And to be clear, I don't really care about other people's complacency. But people act so weird when they see you - to a point where it's like "damn, what's good for real".

For example, one night my mom, sister and I went to TGI Friday's to grab a quick bite before heading to the movies.

By the way, I hate chain restaurants. But back in the day, like my high school and even some of my college days, TGI Fridays, Applebees, and Olive Garden used to actually be good. But the quality of the cuisine and and service has severely plummeted. That's why I typically avoid chain restaurants, five star plus, okay?!

Back to Fridays. We're seated by a hostess and the waitress was suppose to be someone I went to middle and high school with. But from what I could see, she saw me and asked another waitress to take the table. And no, it wasn't because she was busy; we were one of maybe three families seated.

Now for context. I was bullied a lot in middle school - which I'm not mad about because I feel like it helped me build character, personality and also taught me how to stand up for myself.

The waitress who avoided waiting on us like a coward, was one of those bullies.

I don't know if my success, or how beautiful I looked or even her own insecurities finally slapped the hell out of her, but she was visually in dismay.

Mind you, I'm very classy, so I said nothing. I informed my mom and my sister about the incidents that occurred in grade school and how she left me alone once I became a cheerleader on the high school team. When I first made the junior high team in the seventh grade - it was no longer bullying per say, but more of taunting, like "oh so you think you're something because you're a cheerleader"? I never said anything like that, but she obviously did since she paid so much attention to it.

Fast forward about ten years later, I'm just back home for the holiday to visit my sister and mother. I moved away a long time ago.

I don't use Facebook as much, but I made my Facebook back in high school, meaning people I went to school with were Facebook friends with me. The very few times I go on there to check on family members the I may not get a chance to talk with as often, I see what everyone has been up to, or lack of movement actually.

Everyone (not really everyone, but a lot of people) is either in jail, a single mother, crashing out and looking terrible or reminiscing about junior high or high school which is wild to me. I wouldn't say I didn't have fun in high school, like come on, I was on the varsity cheerleading team since I was a freshman, I had fun.

But high school is not the highlight of my life. Like let's be for real: I look back at my pictures from high school, and even college like "eew". Not because I was ugly, but that was a while back where how I dressed, did my hair and makeup, you couldn't pay me to look like that anymore. It's called evolving. And as great as my life has been, I still don't actually feel like I have experienced the best days of my life yet. Not because I am not grateful, but because I do know and believe I haven't reached my fullest potential yet. I'm headed in the right path, but there are still better days to come. And in the words of my fiancé, "life begins at 40".

Back to homegirl.

After she avoided me the whole time, I went to the restroom because I needed to use the bathroom, obviously. As I am leaving the bathroom, homegirl runs into me, and couldn't even look me in my face as she was saying "excuse me".

Again, I don't know if it was jealousy, hate, or maybe even guilt. Homegirl was really mean to me - for no reason. Now that I am older, and understand why people, girls and women specifically, act the way they do, she probably had a lot going on at home and the only way she could get attention was to be the school mean girl, loud, boisterous, and hella ghetto. Does that pardon her behavior, no. And I honestly forgot about her halfway through high school. If I didn't see her at TGI Fridays, homegirl would never cross my mind.

I hope she finds the reassurance and self-worth she was craving all these years, because it seems that she still may be craving it.

I hope that for anyone who was weird to me growing up who acts even weirder now.

I brought up all of my accomplishments in the beginning because, sometimes I really do forget that I have done a lot, and when you as a person are doing well, it brings people's insecurities and lack of achievements to the surface for them.

Don't ever make yourself or your accomplishments smaller to cater to people's insecurities. That means, if going into certain spaces makes you feel like you're bragging, don't go to those places. You don't have to accept all invitations. Further more, be weary of people who are condescending and make you feel like you're bragging, major red flag.

Since I don't do New Year's Resolutions, what I will say is this: I have chosen to move with intentionality since 2022 and I will continue to do so. I will keep achieving all of my goals. I will keep my relationship with God at the forefront of my life, I will marry my fiancé, I will be financially savvy this year, and I will continue to slay, because that's what real bad gyals do.

With Love,

The Original and the Only,

Sarah Chanel

P.S.

Again, Merry Christmas!

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MyStreet Headcanons (pt. 3)

Aphmau & Aaron / Katelyn & Travis / Cadenza & Laurance

AKA- How I make their PDH/MS actually reflect their MCD equivalents & how I lessen the questionable aspects

btw this is congruent with a MyStreet/MCD rewrite I have floating in my head and am slowly penning :)

Cadenza

Biggest Eldest Daughter Syndrome in the world, it's absurd

Dyed Laurance's hair red/orange once in elementary school with markers

It did not work very well

Gets a job in sophomore year to pay for her and Laurance's school lunches

Because their parents (Hayden and Joh) don't make pay for their house in probably the best neighborhood in the area and for them to go to the most Private School-esque public school

She accidentally embodies Single Mom Who Works Two Jobs during high school and some of college

Was adopted first & is a senior in PDH S1

Valedictorian/full ride scholarships

Has a Business degree

By Mystreet she's an up and coming fashion designer

She's on her way to becoming a rich businesswoman

Laurance models for her

So does Katelyn, Lucinda, Gene, Sasha, and KC

Had a huge crush on Gene in middle school (they're the same age and he was a Bad Boy)

Dated Gene when they were sophomores

Dated Jeffory in her freshman year, they broke up

Is fully aware of the Chaos that is happening during MS (Laurance and Katelyn keep her updated at least until the end of S6)

She avoids it explicitly, there's no way she's dealing with that

She only visits to see Laurance or pick up/drop off Katelyn and Nicole when they hang out

Cadenza is that one person with common sense, if you put her in Emerald Secret none of it would have happened

I'm just saying, she would have taken Ein by the ear, sat him down, and made him rethink his life's choices

She's too powerful, there would be no plot if she was in it

Could have pulled any of the boys if she tried but didn't because she's out of their league and she knows it

Cannot eat spicy food and doesn't know how Laurance can bc "she didn't feed him that poison growing up"

Laurance

Was raised by Cadenza

Has called her "mom" exactly One (1) time when they're kids and it made their dads cry so he never does it again

In like preschool, Mothers Day came around and he asks what a mom is

He made Cadenza a mothers day card

Hayden and Joh to this day does not know about this

Cadenza still has this card in her lockbox with her social security number and stuff

Sometimes when Mother's Day comes around he buys her flowers or takes her to dinner, neither of them mention this to their parents

Was best friends with Sasha, joined the Shadow Knights through her while he was still in middle school (she’s a year older than him)

He’s the same age as Zenix and got Zenix into the SK’s

Became best friends with Garroth after leaving the SK's in freshman year

Eats half of Garroth's lunches at Garroth's insistence

You know those Harry Potter videos about Lily or Ginny telling James or Harry off for their spending? Or Remus and Sirius? That's Laurance and Garroth

Went to college and med school, works like 90 hours a week and hates his job

Is that guy who chose a job solely for the money (yeah he likes helping people but he's not built for a hospital's war zone) and regrets it

Literally almost works himself to death right before MS

Cadenza is the reason he's alive and she gives him money for modeling for her designs

During MS he works max three days a week, four hours a day, modeling for Cadenza and spends the rest of it catching up on hobbies he abandoned in college

He does sewing and embroidery

Likes to spray paint, he made a mural on his bedroom wall in My Street, he found out about it while with the SK's

Loves spicy food

Gained a spice tolerance in high school after Vylad introduced him to kimchi before soccer practice

He cried at the spice and got teased by Vylad (and later Garroth), then by college he had a spice tolerance that put them to shame

^^ An example of the many times he has functioned off spite and shocked all in his vicinity

Another example:

Garroth insulted his cooking once

Laurance is now on par with a gourmet chef when it comes to cooking, Cadenza is very shocked bc she tried to teach him when he was little and she looked away for 0.2 seconds and he burned water

Laurance has broken many pots and replaced the oven in his college apartment twice

Has a 10/10 singing voice, hates the sound of it; never sings even during karaoke

He has a better relationship with Vylad than Garroth and Zane do sometimes

Calls Dante his little brother to annoy Gene after leaving the SK's

When Cadenza found out, the next time Dante called her pretty she laughed and said to Katelyn, who was with her, "isn't my baby brother so sweet?"

He still sometimes refers to Dante as his little brother in MS, much to almost everyone else's confusion (except Garroth, Katelyn, and Travis, the only ones who know of how this has turned out)

Sometimes he struggles with not having something to do in a day

Katelyn gets him to start volunteering at the fire station during Lovers' Lane

It's a much better fit than medical work

Garroth ends up joining him there

The Zvahl adoption instinct is real, their parents adopted two babies and those babies adopted more babies:

Cadenza's babies:

Laurance

Nicole (she and Katelyn have gotten into custody battles, not that Katelyn realizes that's what they are)

Vincent (junior in PDH S1, joined the SK's as a freshman and left when his mom threatened to kick him out. Cadenza took him under her wing in art class while he was still with the SK's and he's a flourishing artist now. Cadenza refers to him as 'the one she got in the divorce' referring to when she and Gene dated)

Laurance's babies:

Dante

Vylad

Kacey (Oh if only Katelyn was aware)

Malachi (freshman as of Laurance's senior year, Malachi would get lost almost every day, he had the uncanny ability to essentially teleport in the school and not even he could explain it, Laurance would almost always be the one to find him and help him find his class)

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Part Two of Best Friend Vacation

Part one can be found here. You don’t need to read part one, but it makes part two better.

Contents: Explicit depiction of sex, fluff

9.0k words

thanks to @gem1712 for requesting part two

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“Harry! You have a package here!”

“What is it?” Harry asked as you walked into the kitchen where he was wiping the counter after lunch.

“How would I— it’s a brown box, that’s what it is.”

Harry smiled, “I would have thought you’d have had it opened by now.”

“It’s addressed to you. I’m not opening your mail.”

“Something being mine has never stopped you from opening it without asking. Like my front door, for example.”

“You gave me a key! You know what, I can go home if you want.” You saw the smirk on Harry’s face and knew he was joking, but you had to give him a hard time anyway.

“Kidding! I’m kidding, Y/N.”

Harry wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. He took the package from you and tore the tape off. Harry walked to the couch as he told you about the package being something or other he ordered for the balcony, but you weren’t really listening anymore, too busy admiring him. Thankfully, when he turned to look at you your smile was enough of a response to make him happy.

Since you and Harry had come back from vacation you’d been spending more and more time at his apartment. On the rare occasion you went home Harry went, too. It got to the point that the only time you two were apart was during the workday. When Harry said he didn’t need anyone else if he had you, he meant it. Not that you were complaining.

“My mom called,” Harry started, breaking you out of your thoughts. “She and my dad want to visit soon.”

“Oh, that’s great, Har. Do they know when they plan to visit yet?”

“I don’t know. In a week or two, probably.”

You reached across the couch to hold his hand. “You should plan some nice things to do while they’re here.”

Harry turned on the couch to face you. “Would you join us?”

“Of course. Just tell me when they’re coming, and I’ll see if I can get some time off.”

“What do we tell them about us?”

You smiled, “I think they already know we’re friends, Harry.”

He laughed, “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”

“If you want to tell them about your sex life that’s up to you. Weird, but it’s up to you.”

“Y/N!” He pulled you into his lap tickling you. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t! I swear, Harry! If not that then what?” He would not quit tickling and kissing you.

“I’m talking about us. How we’re like, dating in everything but name.”

You could tell he was hesitant to talk about it. Had your relationship really changed that much?

“That’s—is this you formally asking me to be your girlfriend?”

Harry rubbed his neck. “I guess? I mean, I didn’t really think we needed to like, define this. But how do I introduce you? You’re way more important to me than just my friend.”

“Harry, I think you’re worrying too much. I’ve met your parents before. I don’t need an introduction.” You cupped his cheek in your hand.

“Of course. But how do I explain that I’m kissing my best friend? That she sleeps in my bed?” Harry paused. “I guess I am asking you to be my girlfriend. Formally.”

He looked at you with a mixture of hope and nausea. It was simply endearing.

“How could I say no to you?”

Relief washed over his face. “Really?”

“Really, Harry. What brought all this on?” You moved to straddle his lap and gave him a peck on the lips. “Your parents?”

“Not really. I mean, kind of. But I was talking about you with my coworkers the other day and I had no idea what to call you. It made me realize I wanted more. Then my mom called, and I wondered how to explain to her why you rarely go home anymore.” He smiled.

“I’d like more, too.” You paused, holding his face in both your hands. You rubbed your thumbs over his cheekbones. “We’ll find a time to talk to your parents, okay?”

Harry laughed in pure joy then grabbed your face and kissed you. “Okay. Thank you, Y/N.”

Wow. I’m officially Harry’s you think.

You never could have imagined when you started this whole friends with benefits thing last spring that you would end up here today. It was nearly November now and it had been nothing but wonderful all these months since you came back from vacation. In many ways, nothing changed. Harry was still wonderfully attentive. You did nearly everything together, same as always. Harry still asked for your advice on big decisions, and you still relied on him to tell you when to change your oil and be the planner of your little duo.

On the other hand, a lot had changed. All of it for the better. You got to feel Harry’s love for you. You were having the best sex of your life and best of all you felt truly happy. Some days you wondered how you had ever considered Harry just a friend. And now he was officially your boyfriend. Harry had asked for more, and you would happily give him all you had.

You joined your lips with his. Harry moved his hands from your thighs to your lower back. He pulled you closer and deepened the kiss before burying his face in your neck. He kissed and bit you. One of his hands roughly massaged your breasts.

“Y/N,” he moaned your name as he slid his hand under the front of your shirt. “Let’s go to bed.”

You got off of his lap and kissed him, encouraging him to follow you to his bedroom. Harry quickly got up and wrapped his arms around your torso. He moved your hair from your neck and kissed you. It was harder to walk this way, but so enjoyable.

When you reached his bedroom, he turned you around in his arms. “Lie down.”

You watched as he climbed on the bed and hovered over you on all fours. He kissed your neck, your shoulders, and hands all while squeezing your thighs.

“Sit up,” he whispered. He leaned back and helped you take your shirt off. As soon as your shirt was off Harry brought his hands to your breasts, massaging them. “Can I take this off?”

“Whatever you want, Har.”

Harry unhooked your bra and tossed it aside. He kissed the marks the straps of your bra left on your shoulders. Harry ran his hands down your stomach to the button of your jeans. He pushed your jeans to your knees before guiding you onto your back again then pulled them off the rest of the way.

Once Harry started to kiss you over your underwear you thought you were going to go crazy needing more.

“Harry, don’t tease.”

“It's called foreplay. Enjoy it.”

You chuckled, still squirming under his touch.

“You’re so gorgeous. I love seeing you under me.” Harry bent his head and took one of your nipples into his mouth. He sat up straddling your thighs and smiled from ear to ear.

“What?” You smiled.

“You’re my girlfriend,” he whispered.

You laughed, “That I am.”

“I always knew you’d be in my life, but not like this.”

He leaned down to kiss you again. His lips slid from your lips to your neck, down further still to your breasts. You ran your fingers through his hair and arched your back into his kiss. You could feel his erection straining against his jeans.

“Harry, lie down. Let me take care of you.”

“Not yet,” Harry sighed and took off your underwear. He ran a hand over your sides and across your stomach before finally settling between your thighs. Two fingers slid into your center. He moved slowly leaving you to focus on the friction of his knuckles and the pads of his fingers.

“Harry,” you breathed out. “That feels amazing.”

“Good. Lay back and enjoy it, baby.” He kissed your thighs and kept up the languid movements of his fingers. Before long you began to writhe on the bed. A familiar high began to pool at your center, slowly building.

“I need you faster and rougher. Come here,” you said holding out both of your hands to bring his body closer to you.

Harry looked up at you and smirked but made no effort to move. “Not a chance. Not until you come.”

You threw your head back on the pillow and gripped the sheets. You felt incredible, but you weren’t sure it was going to be enough today. Of course, you were willing to wait all night if it meant Harry would keep going. Building to an orgasm was half the fun.

Between your quiet breaths and Harry’s gentle encouragement, you heard a phone vibrating.

“Harry. Harry your phone is vibrating.”

“I don’t care. Let voicemail get it.”

The vibrating stopped and you were able to focus on your pleasure again. Harry still gave you kisses and sucked your clit but kept your climax just out of reach.

Before long, his phone vibrated with another call.

“Harry, I can’t concentrate. Please just see who it is and tell them you’ll call ‘em back.”

“How ‘bout I fuck you now and call them back later? I’m kind of torturing myself at this point.”

You chuckled, “Getting painful? Should have listened to me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Harry smiled into your kiss then sat up to take off his shirt before he laid his body on top of yours.

Your hands moved between you and Harry to undo his jeans. He propped himself up on his elbow and used his other hand to slide his jeans down just enough to free himself. Harry didn’t use his hands to guide himself to your center. He thrust his hips into yours slowly and gently until he slid into you. The anticipation had you throbbing.

“You’re so wet. It’s such a fucking turn-on.” Harry resumed kissing your lips, your face.

“Well, I was pretty turned on to get into this state.”

Harry smiled and picked up his pace ever so slightly. He moaned into the crook of your neck and picked up the pace again. Meanwhile, his phone was vibrating with a call for the third time.

“Oh, so you can pick up the pace for you but not for me?” You teased him with the biggest smile.

The two of you shared another laugh and a quick peck. “Something’s obviously urgent. We’re on a time crunch now.”

Thankfully, the call went to voicemail again.

“Harry, ah—Harry that’s the spot. Don’t stop.”  Your climax washed over you and just kept coming. Even when it was over your body was still abuzz.

Harry took a bit more time to reach his peak, his moans becoming unstoppable once his orgasm hit him. Harry making noise in bed always gave you the most wonderful chills. You were so lucky to call him yours and be the exclusive owner of all of his pleasure.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too,” you replied with a wide smile.

“Stay here. I’ll get you cleaned up.” Harry climbed off of you and then slid his pants off the rest of the way before getting off the bed. He grabbed his phone on the way to the bathroom. When Harry came back with a damp towel you asked who called.

“Looks like my mom, twice, then dad,” he replied while he wiped down your legs. He pressed his mom’s contact number, and you heard the line ringing.

“Harry! It’s about time you picked up! Were you ignoring my call? What were you doing?”

You smiled at each other knowingly. You attempted to take the towel from him so you could clean up while he spoke to his mother, but he gave you a playful warning look and continued with his work.

“I wasn’t ignoring you. I was busy is all.”

“I came this close to calling Y/N. I know where I find one, I’ll find the other. Is she with you now? Why didn’t she pick up the phone?”

Harry playfully rolled his eyes. “Yeah, she’s here.”

“Hi, Mrs. Styles. How are you?”

“She says ‘hi’,” Harry replied even though you could hear her just fine.

“Listen, love, your father and I want to come out next week for a visit. Have you got the room for us?”

“Mom, you know I do. Is that what was so important that you and Dad called several times?”

“It’s not that it was so urgent. It’s just that you weren’t answering, and you know how I worry. What was keeping you so preoccupied?”

“Nothing, I just didn’t have my phone on me.”

The two of you exchanged another glance, grinning when your eyes met. Harry’s mother continued to talk about everything and nothing in particular. You could tell Harry’s mind had started to wander when he began rubbing your thighs. His hands traveled toward your center until you had to swat him away. Your eyes grew wide and mouthed the words ‘absolutely not.’

Harry was undeterred. “Come on, I bet I can coax another orgasm out of you.”

Again, your eyes grew as wide as saucers and you whisper shouted at him, “Harry! Your mother can hear you!”

“Relax, I muted it.”

You relaxed a little but still didn’t think it was a good idea. “How can you be turned on right now?”

“If you could see yourself right now you wouldn’t ask me that question.”

You rolled your eyes and watched as Harry unmuted his phone. “Well, did you ask Dad? I’m sure he would know.”

You couldn’t hear his mother on the other end of the phone anymore, your heartbeat in your ears was growing too loud.

“Harry, I’m warning you. Pay attention to your poor mother.”

“You’re warning me? What are you gonna do if I don’t stop?” Harry brought his face to your mound and sucked on your labia. You were sure there would be a little love bite there later.

“Harry!” You closed your legs earning a frumpy look from your newly minted boyfriend.

Undeterred, Harry scooted up on the bed until your breasts were within reach. He licked your breasts while looking at you, the phone still held loosely next to his ear. He tapped unmute again.

“Mom, that’s for you to decide. Whatever you’d like to do while you’re here is fine by me. It’s no inconvenience.”

Just as quickly as he unmuted the phone, he muted it again and pinched your nipples, making your back arch off the bed. His ability to multitask like this was so fucking hot, but not the wisest decision at the moment.

Harry had unmuted the phone again and you decided to use the distraction to get up from the bed entirely. Harry, on the other hand, was having none of that. As soon as your feet hit the floor, he quickly wrapped an arm around the front of your torso. Harry pinned the phone between his ear and shoulder and kneeled behind you on the edge of the bed. Without releasing you he brought his other hand to squeeze and caress your ass.

“Yes, we did! We went last time you came for a visit. Dad really enjoyed it.”

We’re going to get caught. Hang up, hang up, hang up.

Without warning Harry slipped his hand between your legs and plunged his fingers into you from behind. The sensation nearly made you cry out. Harry quickly moved his hand from the front of your torso to your mouth. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder and looked over at Harry who still had his phone wedged between his head and shoulder. He looked unfazed by you coming undone on his hand. He kept pumping, still talking with his mother. At this point, your body was so wound up you were certain that the only thing holding you up was Harry.

When you felt the pull of another orgasm it became harder to stay quiet. Your hips bucked instinctively.

“Hey, mom, Y/N looks like she needs some help. I’ll talk to you a bit later, ‘kay? Yep. Yep. Love you, too. Bye.”

As soon as Harry ended the call you doubled over with a loud moan.

“Y/N, fuck—you’re so hot. Come ‘ere. Turn around.”

You did as asked and were greeted with an open-mouthed kiss. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you back onto the bed.

Harry laid down flat on his back, “sit on my face.”

You felt a shiver travel from the crown of your head all the way down to your toes. How could one man be so fucking sexy? Again, you did as you were asked and straddled his face.

“Y/N, I said sit. Not fucking hover.”

Harry gripped your thighs and forced you down on his face. He sucked and pulled on your clit. The feeling was almost too much to bear. Your mind was warring between urging on your orgasm to end this almost painful sensation and pleading with your body to hold on just a minute longer.

“Yes, Y/N, just like that. Drown me in you.” You hadn’t realized but you were rocking your hips pretty aggressively on Harry’s face. Even his nose was glossy from you. His hands were kneading your ass, happily slurping all of your arousal.

“Harry! Harry, don’t stop!” You continued rocking your hips until your orgasm hit you, causing you to double over. You supported yourself on the headboard, panting.

“I love you, Harry.” You managed to lie next to Harry who quickly pulled you in for a hug.

“I love you, too.” He became pensive for a minute before asking, “What did I do before you?”

“Adriana,” you smirked knowing you were starting something.

“Y/N! I was having a nice moment!”

You shrieked and jumped out of bed. “Who was before her? Vanessa? You had so much to do before me!”

Harry chased you out of the room, oblivious to the fact you were both still naked.

“Oh! Or Danna! I bet you really miss her! Her breasts were huge!”

“Y/N!”

Harry had cornered you in the kitchen, only separated by the little island in the middle of the floor. You couldn’t stop giggling.

“I swear, when I catch you, you’re in for it.”

You decided to make a mad dash for the living room and shrieked again when Harry caught you in both arms. He pressed your back to his chest and picked you up. He began to laugh when you tried to pry his arms from around your waist but couldn’t even make him budge.

Harry brought you to the living room and tossed you on the couch like you weighed nothing. “I told you, when I caught you, you were going to get it. You didn’t listen, Y/N, and now you’re in for it.”

Harry laid down on top of you tickling you and blowing raspberries on your skin. You were laughing so hard you couldn’t get any words out.

“You’re the only one that matters, Y/N! Say it! Say, I’m the only one who matters to Harry! The last one who will ever matter! Say it Y/N and I’ll stop!”

Even if you wanted to say the words nothing would come out. You were laughing too hard. Finally, you managed to yell, “truce!”

Harry let go and let you sit up. He kissed your temple. “You naughty thing, you.”

Harry got up and grabbed some briefs and a shirt from the room then sat down on the couch again. You laid your head in his lap, still catching your breath.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

He plucked the hair out of your face before smoothing it down. “Mean what?”

“When you said I’m the last one who will ever matter.”

“Y/N, look at me. Of course I do.” He smiled down at you, “Why would you think that you aren’t?”

“Because we just became official today?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “But you’ve meant so much to me for so long now.”

You gave him an incredulous look.

“Can’t you see yourself with my ring on your finger? A sweet child to call us mommy and daddy and another on the way. Sounds like the life, doesn’t it?”

“A few months ago, you were ready to get a vasectomy. Now you’re picturing us as parents?”

“First of all, I have never not pictured you as a mother someday. It was just something sexy to think about even if it never happened. Second, vasectomies are reversable. Besides, I think you’d look so fucking gorgeous with a big belly growing our child.”

Your heart raced. Since when has he pictured you a mother? And why does the thought of intentionally getting pregnant and starting a family with him turn you on so much?

He continued, “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want kids now. But I’d marry you tomorrow if you’d let me.”

“Harry! You just asked me to be your girlfriend hours ago. Now you’re talking about getting married? You’re too much.” You got up and headed to the bedroom. “I’m getting dressed then I’m making dinner, Harry.”

“To be fair, I asked you on vacation and you brushed me off! Y/N! Do you want a spring wedding or a summer wedding? I don’t want to wear a black suit. What do you think of like a pastel? Y/N!”

- - -

The day Harry’s parents were due to arrive you woke up to the sound of the mixer gently humming in the kitchen. You pulled the covers off and slipped into your house shoes. You made your way to the kitchen, bright with the morning sun.

“Morning.”

“Good morning, babe. Did I wake you?” Harry walked around the counter and over to you to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Not really,” you smiled back.

“Good. Tea?”

“I’d love some. Thank you.” You sat at one of the stools at the counter. “What are you making?”

“Those lemon poppy seed muffins Dad likes.”

“Oooo, I love those. Are they coming here, or do we need to pick them up?” You sipped the tea Harry placed in front of you. He added a bit of milk just how you liked it, earning an appreciative smile from you.

“We’re going to get them. You can stay here of course. Wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to sit in traffic.”

“Of course, I’ll go. I haven’t seen them in ages.” You sat up a bit and leaned over the counter to kiss him. “When are we leaving?”

Harry finished pouring the batter into little paper cups and put them in the oven. “About an hour. Watch those for me? They need to come out in 25 minutes. I’m going to shower.”

“’Course, go on.”

A couple of hours later you and Harry were waiting near baggage claim for his parents. Harry’s mom spotted both of you first and made a mad rush for Harry, giggling and smothering him with kisses.

“Good to see you too, Mom. Missed you.” Harry managed to pull himself away from his mom to hug his dad. “Nice flight?”

Mr. Styles simply nodded.

“Y/N! We didn’t expect you to be here! Come here!” Mrs. Styles wrapped you in a hug before you could even respond. “Harry, why didn’t you tell us Y/N was coming?”

Harry had a bashful look on his face. “Didn’t think you’d mind.”

“We don’t mind, just surprised. Good surprised though.”

“Hey, kiddo. It’s been a while.” Mr. Styles pulled you in for a bear hug.

“Are you joining us for dinner, Y/N?” His mom looked at you with a smile.

“You know it.” You could feel the nerves.

After gathering his parents' luggage Harry led everyone to the car.

You opened the back passenger door of the car. “Oh, honey, it’s okay. Go sit in front with Harry. We’ll be fine back here.”

You smiled, “Oh, alright. Thank you.”

Harry’s parents got in the car then Harry looked at you over the hood of the car and blew you a kiss. You rolled your eyes and got in the car, too.

“So, what’s the news back home?” Harry asked his parents as he left the airport.

His parents chatted about a childhood friend of Harry’s or one of their neighbors. At some point in the conversation, Harry mindlessly put his hand on your thigh. You tried to look at Harry without drawing attention to his hand. Finally, he looked over at you then down at his hand, and quickly removed it. He looked in the rear-view mirror and saw that his parents were none the wiser.

This was going to be one long week.

When everyone finally got home Harry helped his parents take their bags to the guest room.

“Is anyone hungry?” Harry was already back in the kitchen playing the role of host to his parents.

“I could eat,” Harry’s dad said sitting at the small dining room table. He was quickly joined by his wife.

“Can I get you guys a drink?” You had the refrigerator door open and listed off what was available.

“Yeah, that be great. Uh, mango juice, please.”

“Just water for me. Thanks, kiddo.”

You brought Mrs. Styles her juice and a water for Mr. Styles which they accepted with smiles.

“Should we make something quick or order in?” Harry asked, rubbing his hands together. “I could make a pasta? I have lentils and mushrooms.”

“Sounds great, son. Can we help at all?”

“I’m good, dad. Thanks.”

“What type of pasta do you want?” You asked Harry from the pantry. “Shells?”

“Shells sounds good. Can you get the water going?”

You and Harry worked in the kitchen while his parents got everyone caught up on what was new back home and asked about Harry’s work.

“Y/N? This good?” Harry held out the spoon he was using to stir the sauce and placed his free hand under your chin to catch any spills.

“Mmm. Delicious. We should add a little bit of lemon, yeah?”

“Ooo, good idea. Can you grab it?”

“You got it.” You grabbed a lemon from the counter and cut it in half. You brought the lemon over to Harry and asked him to hold his hand out over the pasta sauce.

“What? Why?”

“To catch the seeds!”

Harry laughed, “Why do I have to get my hands dirty? You do it.”

“You already washed your hands. Just do it!” You grabbed his hand and squeezed the lemon into it. “See? Was that so hard? Now give me the seeds.”

Harry looked at you with a look that said he wasn’t too happy but that he wasn’t mad either.

Harry’s mother must have taken note of your overly friendly banter. “So, Harry, is life all work for you? Are you seeing anyone?”

“Uh, I’m pretty happy with the way things are right now,” Harry answered then shot you a sly smile.

“Well does that mean there is a special girl or not?” Harry’s mom looked at him with a small smile.

You knew this was the perfect opening to tell his parents about your relationship, but the thought of it made you nervous. Looking at Harry you could tell he was feeling the same way.

“Everything is the same. No new people.” Harry leaned against the kitchen counter waiting for the rolls to finish toasting.

Good. Evasive, but not a lie. Why was this so hard?

The rest of dinner went well. Thankfully, Harry’s mom dropped her line of questioning. One bottle of wine with dinner turned into two and then dessert. By the time everyone was ready to call it a night it was already quite late.

“Y/N, you’ve had a bit much to drink. Why don’t you stay here tonight.” Harry offered.

“Alright. If it’s not too much trouble.”

Harry was standing behind his parents and gave you a knowing smile.

“Well, Har, I think Dad can drive her home. I mean she has no clothes or toothbrush here. She won’t be comfortable.”

Harry gave you a devious grin that made your face flush with heat. Thankfully, Harry interrupted.

“Of course, she has stuff here. You think we’re friends enough to go on annual vacations together but not friends enough to have a few things lying around the other’s house? She’ll be fine.”

You were hopeful it would lead to a conversation about your recent upgrade from “just friends,” but neither of you could get the words out.

“Alright, kiddo, if you’ll be comfy here.”

You smiled, “I’ll be fine, Mr. Styles. Thank you for offering.”

“See? Everyone go to bed; it’s been a long day. Mom, good night, lovely to see you again. Dad, sleep well.” He hugged his parents as they got up from the dining room table. “Y/N, let’s see what we can find for you.”

You grinned at him as if you didn’t have half a closet's worth of stuff here.

A little while later, all the noise from down the hallway had stopped, meaning Harry’s parents had gone to bed. Harry had just climbed into bed after washing up in his ensuite.

“Hey, you. I missed you.” Harry slid into bed and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“We were together all day.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t touch you.” Harry leaned over to kiss your cheeks and neck before sliding lower.

“Harry, I’m not doing it with your parents just down the hall.”

“They won’t hear us; they’ve gone to bed. Besides, we’re adults. Are we not allowed to have sex? We’re not teenagers and this is my home.”

You chuckled, “Well, we failed to tell them about us, and I don’t think you want them to find out about us because they heard us.”

“We can be quiet.” He smiled and lay on top of you, kissing you again.

“Even if we don’t make a peep, there are certain other noises. Go to sleep, Harry. They won’t be here for long.”

“I’ll be gentle. Come on.” Harry smiled and wiggled his hips back and forth over your body.

“Oh, Harry. You’re too much.” You held his head in both of your hands and kissed his forehead.

“That’s not a no, right?”

You laughed again. “No, that’s not a no.”

“Come ‘ere.” Harry looked into your eyes before leaning in to kiss your lips. He quickly deepened the kiss, tongue exploring your mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He leaned up to take your shirt off and brought his mouth to your breasts. You ran your fingers through his hair and tried to keep your moaning in check. The longer he licked and sucked your breasts the harder it got to stay quiet. Harry gave your breasts one last kiss before leaning to one side and sliding his hands into your underwear. He quickly plunged his fingers inside of you before looking back at your face and capturing your lips in a kiss again.

Kissing Harry kept your noises muffled, but the sound of his fingers gliding in and out of your arousal was growing louder.

“Harry,” you panted into his mouth. “You’re getting carried away.”

He smiled and whispered an apology. Harry slid his hand from your panties and used it to shove his pajama pants just low enough to free his cock. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Harry grabbed his penis in one hand and in one swift movement, he buried himself entirely in you. You moaned loudly making Harry bring his lips crashing down on yours to silence you. Harry’s movements started slow, pulling himself all the way out before gliding back in over and over. In time, Harry had gotten carried away and the bed was making more noise than you were despite it being a heavy, solid wood frame.

“Harry, slow down. We’re being too loud again.”

He grunted in frustration and plunged himself into you as deep as he could go. Instead of pulling out again, he began to grind on your body. The constant stimulation on your clit caused your head to swim with pleasure. Your core was throbbing, and your heart rate had picked up.

“Harry, I’m so close.”

Harry groaned in response and encouraged you to let go. Thankfully, Harry didn’t change a thing, and you were able to come so easily. Harry finished soon after then littered your face with sweet little pecks.

“I feel like a teenager again,” Harry laughed quietly.

“I don’t know. I never had sex anywhere near that good as a teen.”

Harry laughed again, his perfect smile on full display. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

- - -

The next morning you both woke up to the sound of drawers being opened and closed. It sounded like Harry’s parents were in the kitchen trying to find things.

Harry groaned and rubbed his hands over his eyes. “Sorry. They’ve never been quiet people in the mornings.”

“It’s alright. Ready to get up?” You draped your arm over his torso and snuggled your face up to his chest.

“Five more minutes?” Harry sounded groggy and it was the cutest thing.

“Deal.”

Harry wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead before closing his eyes again. Everything was quiet for a few minutes until the sound of silverware clattering to the floor jolted Harry awake again.

“Sounds like we should get out there,” Harry said.

You stood up and helped make the bed. You put your pillow back in place and headed for the door.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Harry whispered. “I don’t know when we’ll get to talk to them about us so let me kiss you now.”

“Let me brush my teeth first.”

“Like I care you have morning breath. Come here.” Harry kissed you then rested his head on yours. “Let’s get out there before they come in here.”

You smiled and led the way out to the kitchen.

“Y/N, honey?” Harry’s mother looked confused. “I didn’t see you on the couch, so I thought you’d left.”

“Mom! You think I’d let Y/N sleep on the couch?” He hugged his dad good morning before rounding the kitchen counter and hugging his mom.

“Well, I didn’t see you on the couch either!” Mrs. Styles looked between you and Harry. “Were you sleeping in the sa—”

“Mom, is it so unusual for a couple to want to sleep in the same room together?”

Well, that’s one way to tell them.

“A couple?! When did that happen?” Harry’s mother questioned. Mr. Styles turned off his phone, whatever he was reading suddenly became not that interesting.

“I asked her to be my girlfriend a few days ago.” Harry was so casual.

“A few days ago? And you’re already sleeping together?”

“Hon—” Harry’s dad tried to speak.

“Mom, it’s not like that.” Harry chuckled. You didn’t know how he could play it so cool.

“What does that mean ‘it’s not like that’ mean? It either is or it isn’t.”

“I just mean we aren’t ‘already’ sleeping together. We’ve be—”

“Harry, oh, my god.” You hid your face in your hands.

“But you said you just started dating. I’m not understanding.”

“Honey, I don’t think it's that hard to understand the concept of casual sex,” Harry’s dad chimed in.

“Oh, my god. Kill me now.” You could not be more embarrassed.

You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Harry on the other hand burst out laughing. The beat of silence told you that Mrs. Style must have been embarrassed. You wouldn’t know because you still had your face in your hands. You only looked up to smack Harry’s arm.

“So how did this all start? These feelings that lead to dating.” Harry’s mom looked at Harry with curiosity in her eyes.

“That’s a private story, mom.” Harry had decided to get on with his morning and make coffee. He handed you a mug and put milk and sugar in your cup.

“You can’t even tell me how you two started dating?”

“Oh, I can tell you how we started dating,” Harry poured himself a cup of black coffee then gestured to his dad for a refill. “We were sitting just over there in the living room, and I told her that I felt like we were doing everything couples do, and I wanted to make it official. So, I asked her to be my girlfriend.”

You internally cringed, but Harry seemed to be oblivious to the fact that yet again he had said too much.

“That sounds like you’re leaving a lot out.” Harry’s mom noted.

“Oh, I am,” he said with a cheeky grin before taking a sip of his coffee. When it became obvious his mother was waiting for him to explain himself Harry continued. “What do you want me to say, Mom? I’ve always found her to be very attractive and I enjoy her company more than anyone else’s so when I saw the opportunity to be more, I took it.”

“What are you going to tell your kids then if you can’t even tell your parents?”

“Honey! He said they just started dating. I think it’s too early for that conversation, yeah?” Harry’s dad seemed to be embarrassed, too.

“We’ve already had this conversation.” Harry took another sip of his coffee.

“Harry!” You couldn’t believe Harry was talking about children as easily as he would talk about the weather. His mother was obviously having a hard time wrapping her head around this and he wasn’t making things any easier.

“Look, Mr. and Mrs. Styles, we never meant to hide anything from you. We’ve just been enjoying each other’s company and—”

“Obviously,” Harry’s dad chuckled to himself before opening his phone again and Harry laughed like it was hilarious.

Geeze, it was so easy to put your foot in your mouth you couldn’t really be upset at Harry anymore.

“Okay. I just have one more question,” Harry’s mother began. “Did this…conversation…about kids…happen after a scare or something?”

“No, we’re responsible so it was nothing like that. I just love her is all. She’s going to be your daughter someday, so I thought I’d ask.”

“Jesus, Harry. Really?” You groaned. This was not how you envisioned this conversation going.

“Well, how—”

“Ah! That sounds an awful lot like another question. I think we should go get brunch and get some sightseeing in, yeah?”

“Fantastic idea, son. Come on, Hon.” He got up from his stool at the kitchen counter and motioned for his wife to follow him.

“Y/N, shower?”

“Harry, I swear I will kill you.”

Harry smiled at you then took your hand as he walked back to the bedroom. You protested and tried to take your hand back. “Hush, there’s nothing wrong with showering together. We’re saving water!”

As soon as you got to Harry’s bedroom you closed the door and began to smack his chest. “What is wrong with you?”

Harry could do nothing but laugh. “What? What?! Y/N! I didn’t think about what would happen when we both came out of the room in the morning, so we had the conversation forced on us. Admit it. You didn’t either.”

“No, but you didn’t have to say all of that! That conversation could have gone much smoother.”

Harry grabbed your arms and brought you to his chest, wrapping you in a hug. “Maybe. But, Y/N, I’m not ashamed to have a normal, healthy relationship like any other adult.”

“Fine. But she just found out her son is dating and sleeping with someone all before she’s had her morning tea.”

“She could have deduced the sleeping together when we admitted we’re dating. It’s not—”

“Harry! You’re her son.”

“And I’m also 30.”

You could only sigh in response.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?”

“No, but let's see how you feel when one of your future children you just had to tell your mother about pulls this sort of stunt on you.”

“Does that mean you agree to have children with me?”

You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him away from you.

“Y/N, I’m down to try right now if you’re ready. Don’t walk away just yet!”

Harry ran up behind you and turned you around to face him before picking you up bridal style.

“Put me down!” You laughed. “I mean it, Harry! Put me down!”

You roared with laughter when Harry sat you down on the counter and buried his face in your neck, tickling you with his stubble.

There was no way Harry’s parents didn’t hear you yelling to be put down. The things they must be imagining right now. They must think we’re shameless.

- - -

Brunch was not as awkward as you expected it to be. After everyone was done eating, and Harry and his father argued over the check, your group decided to take a walk by the marina.

A few hours later it had gotten pretty warm, so Mrs. Styles suggested a stop for gelato.

“Yours looks really good. Gimme a bite,” Harry asked, eyeing your cup of gelato.

You fed him a bite then tapped his nose with the sticky spoon causing both of you to laugh.

“Here, try mine. I think mine’s better.”

Harry fed you a bite as well before wiping his nose on your sleeve. You elbowed him.

“You’re right. That’s so much better.”

“Right? Here. Trade me.”

Harry was already taking your cup and handing you his before you could say anything. You looked up at him with a smile and leaned into his body as a way of saying thanks before digging into his gelato.

“I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. What took you guys so long?”

“What?” Harry looked at his mom with furrowed brows.

“This is just like every other visit. You and Y/N antagonize each other and play and joke and share. I don’t know how I never saw it coming. You two are such a cute couple. I don’t know why it surprised me so much.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

Harry wrapped his arm around his mom’s shoulders and gave her a kiss. “Come on, mom. Let’s start heading back and we can relax and watch a movie, all of us.”

- - -

When everyone arrived home and changed into more comfortable clothes Harry made everyone drinks.

“Y/N, come here, love.” Harry’s mom patted the couch next to her while Harry and his dad chatted in the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to chat with you. Make sure that Harry is being a good boyfriend. You know we’re quite fond of you.”

You smiled. “He’s the best boyfriend. I’ve said it before, but you and Mr. Styles have raised him to be a wonderfully caring person.”

Mrs. Styles smiled and patted your hand. “Still calling us Mr. and Mrs. Styles, huh? Even though you’re going to be our daughter-in-law one day?”

You smiled bashfully not knowing what to say to her. “Yeah, but who knows when that day will be. We just started dating.”

“True. But, who’s to say we can’t start practicing now, huh?”

“I mean—sure. Mom?”

You were so nervous your words came out more like a question, but thankfully Harry’s mom, or rather just mom, was tickled pink. She wrapped you in a hug swaying back and forth until Harry and hi—dad, just dad, came back, drinks in hand.

“What’d we miss?” Mr. Styles asked.

“Oh, not much. We just have a daughter now is all. And soon she will give us the most gorgeous grandbabies!”

“Honey, don’t pester the poor girl. Let the kids sort it out themselves.”

“What? They’re in love! And they’ve already discussed it, right?” She turned to look at Harry but didn’t let you go. “I want grandbabies.”

“Trust me, I am not opposed to trying. How many grandchildren do you want? We’ll make it happen.”

“Harry, don’t be crass,” his dad warned, causing them both to chuckle to themselves.

“See? You don’t even take yourself seriously. You know the thought of little grandchildren running around just melts your heart.”

Harry’s dad smiled in response.

“See? They’ve known each other for how many years now? How much better can they get to know one another?” Your eyes met Harry’s. You instantly gave him a look that said don’t start. “If they haven’t figured out what kind of family they want by now they never will.”

“Let’s get them married first, hm?” Harry’s dad smiled at his wife.

“Right, and before that, let’s pick a movie, yeah? Mom, can I have my girlfriend back?”

She kissed your head saying, “Off you go.”

You happily took a seat next to Harry and took your drink from him.

After the movie, everyone began to grumble about being hungry.

“I’ll order in. Indian sound good?” Harry pulled up a menu on his phone and looked it over with his dad.

Not even a half hour later the food had arrived, and Harry’s mom was pouring everyone a glass of wine. You turned on some music and the mood was lively.

“So, Y/N, have you moved in officially or are you guys going to find a bigger place or what?” Harry’s dad asked while holding out a plate of vegetable pakora for Harry.

“Um, we haven’t talked about that at all…yet.”

Mr. Styles rested his fork on his plate. “Harry. I can’t believe you. You can plan a family with the girl, but you can ask her to move in with you?”

“Because that’s an activity he’d enjoy doing,” Harry’s mother said under her breath.

“The money she would save not paying for a separate place you be saved for your future.”

Harry smiled at his dad, interlacing his fingers. “You’re absolutely right. Sometimes I’m just a fool who can’t see what’s right in front of him. I mean, we carried on for months as a proper couple before I even thought to ask her to be my girlfriend. Y/N, you already live with me. Why don’t we make it official and sell your place?”

“I’d love to, Harry. But maybe that’s a conversation for another time?”

Harry winked at you then resumed eating his food. You on the other hand couldn’t fit even another bite of food in your stomach what with all the butterflies in there.

- - -

Later that evening you and Harry were getting ready to climb into bed when there was a knock at his bedroom door.

“Come in.”

The door opened and in popped Harry’s parents, confusing both you and Harry.

Harry’s father began. “We just wanted to say goodnight and thank Y/N for having us. Now that we know it’s as much her home as it is yours, we just wanted to say thanks.”

Harry grinned from ear to ear.

“And I made some chamomile tea to help you guys wind down after a long day.”

Harry’s mother handed each of you a warm mug

“Thanks, mom. You didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense. It’s the least I could do after you guys gave us such a wonderful day.”

“Well, we better let you two get some rest. Sleep well.” Mr. Styles hugged Harry before walking to your side of the bed. “You, too. Sleep well.” He wrapped you in a gentle yet affectionate hug.

“Thanks. Uh, you too…Dad.” You looked up at him with a shy smile.

“Hmm. I like that. Good night, kiddo.” He kissed you on your head and made way for Harry’s mother to hug and kiss each of you good night.

You climbed in bed then grabbed your tea, preparing to read on your phone a bit before bed.

“What?”

Harry had been staring at you with a grin on his face. “Nothing. I just like hearing you call my parents mom and dad.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Mind? I absolutely love it.” Harry set his mug down and opened his arms, you gladly scooted over to him and rested your head on his chest.

“Y/N? I’m sorry I haven’t asked you to move in with me yet. I really would love for you to live here. It’s just one of those things like asking you to be my girlfriend. I was just enjoying what we have going on and I forget that I should talk to you and see if you’re happy, too.”

“Harry, trust me. I hadn’t thought about it either. Don’t think you have to ask me because your dad said something.”

Harry adjusted in bed so that he could see your face. “I wouldn’t dream of asking you just because my dad said something. I would love for you to live here, honestly. Or I could move into yours or we could find a new place entirely. Just so long as we’re together I’d be happy.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Harry kissed your lips.

You couldn’t help the giddy laughter that escaped you. “Wow. Officially dating to moving in together in less than a week.”

Harry laughed too. “If it were anyone else but us, I’d think they’re crazy.”

You held Harry’s face in both your hands and brought him in for a kiss. Harry kissed you deeper and ran his hands along your back. You bit his lower lip which seemed to make something in Harry snap. He pulled away to take his shirt off before holding your sides again, kissing every piece of you his lips could reach.

As always, his kiss was enough to ignite your inner fire. You were wet the instant his tongue touched yours. You ran your hands along his torso, enjoying every tattoo and mole and scar.

“Lay back,” you encouraged him.

Harry lifted his hips to scoot down the bed a little, causing his erection to press into you. Harry lay back on the bed half reclining on the pillows and looking absolutely godly. You slowly took your shirt off, giving him a show, before climbing off the bed to take off your pants. Before straddling Harry, you sat between his legs and grabbed the waistband of his pajama pants. He lifted his hips so you could take them off letting his cock spring free.

You leaned down and took him into your mouth, just enough to lubricate him before sitting up again. Still seated between his legs you took his cock in one of your hands, pumping him. Harry’s eyes fluttered shut briefly. When he opened them again, he placed his hand over yours on his cock, helping you get him off just the way he wanted. Within minutes Harry’s breathing had become shallow, and he was bucking up into your hands.

“Y/N, I need to feel you.”

You straddled his thighs and grabbed his penis again. You lined it up with yourself and sunk down on him until he was fully enveloped by you. You began to move quickly, bouncing on him until he looked like he was unraveling. When Harry closed his eyes and inhaled sharply you got up and sat between his legs again. Harry shot up, opening his eyes in surprise. Before he could say anything, you took him in your mouth until you could feel him in your throat.

He groaned. “Oh, Y/N, you’re a naughty thing.”

Just then, you added your hand as your tongue swirled around the tip of his cock.

“Ah! Y/N, don’t stop doing that,” Harry whispered.

You’d never dream of it.

Harry propped himself up on one arm and placed his other hand on your head, gently guiding you. Before long he was thrusting up into your mouth while holding your head in place.

“Y/N, I’m conna come. I’m gonna come.”

With that, you took all of him in your mouth until your nose was pressed against his pelvis. Harry released in your mouth with the sexiest moan. You made sure to lick him clean before you laid down next to him again, head on his chest.

“Damn, that was good. Let me catch my breath and I’ll return the favor.”

“It’s fine, Harry. I’m perfectly satisfied right now.”

Harry looked at you with a grin then kissed your forehead. “What did I do to deserve you?”

- - -

After a few more days of sightseeing with Harry’s parents, it was time for them to fly back home. This time you were a lot sadder to see them go.

“Call me when you land, okay?” Harry worried about his parents almost as much as they worried about him.

“We will.”

“Honey, don’t cry we’ll see them soon.” Harry’s dad wrapped his wife in a comforting side hug.

“That’s right! And when we all see each other next we better be celebrating some big news, you hear?”

Everyone laughed despite the tears that threatened to fall.

“Y/N, honey, don’t be a stranger. When Harry comes home, we expect to see you too.” Harry’s mom caught you in a bear hug. “Don’t even wait for him. Come whenever you feel like it.”

“I will.”

Harry’s mom let you go to pull Harry in for a hug. You took the opportunity to say goodbye to his dad.

“If you need any help selling your place or moving or whatever, you call me. I can be out here on the very next flight. Got it?”

You chuckled and wiped a tear from your face. “Got it.”

“Alright, kiddo. You take care.”

“I will. You too.”

“Dear, we better go. If we don’t get going now, I’ll never leave.” Harry’s mom said with a weepy voice.

Harry wrapped his arm around your waist. Neither of you moved until you couldn’t see them anymore.

“Well, you heard them. Next time we see them we better have some big news to celebrate.”

You laughed and wiped away another tear.

“So, realtor, jeweler, or baby-making?”

You playfully slapped his chest. “You’re terrible.”

“I know.” He leaned down to kiss you. “Hungry?”

“Starving.”

[linalavender]

How Tatsuki Fujimoto writes Affection

First of all I would like to give massive credit to Tiktok user @campaign_baby for their Tiktok I saw on this that really made me think of it alot more

I will Bring up Examples from:

Shikaku

Mermaid Rhapsody

Goodbye Eri

Fire Punch

Chainsaw Man Part 1 (Quite a big spoiler in this will give fair warning)

Fujimoto has a sort of strange method he uses to write that a character Loves/cares deeply for someone. And its The character either being willing to be consumed or to provide sustenance to someone, Or to consume the other person. Examples:

Shikaku

After Shikaku confesses her love for Yucel, He rushes to the hospital to offer her his blood, Making her into an immortal vampire just like him. Yucel has also fallen for Shikaku, its basically his confession of love, He wants to live with her Forever.

Its drawn in a way you can tell its such an act of compassion too.

Mermaid Rhapsody

"I loved her so much that I thought, If it was by someone with a smile as pretty as hers, Maybe being eaten wouldn't be so bad."

Toshihides Dad feels the exact same way about his Mom as Toshihide feels about Shijyu. Mermaids eat humans, But that never mattered to either of them.

Goodbye Eri

In Yuutas Movie about Eri, He writes her to be a Vampire, because he wouldnt actually mind to be her sustenance, In his movie, he loves Eri so much. (I genuinely cant read this fucking story without sobbing, Rereading it again just to get this screengrab just made me cry for like 20 min help)

Fire Punch

This one is Pretty straight forward, Agni with his regenerative powers feeds his village by continuously chopping of his Arm so they dont all starve to death. But more importantly he does this to prevent his sister from doing it aswell. He doesnt want her to suffer that pain so he takes sole responsibility for providing himself to the village.

Agni also later feeds his followers with the help of Togata Chopping of the part of his face that isnt on Fire. I think this has more todo with making sure Togata gets fed rather than his followers, To Agni Togata means alot.

⚠️Chainsaw Man Part 1 (Spoilers for the Final arc)⚠️

When Power is about to Die, Power not only offers her own blood For Denji to Drink so he can get back to health, But Pochita also offers a small part of himself so she can come back as a Powerful Devil.

And ofcourse the big one is Denji Eating Makima. He obviously has to and all for the sake of erasing her. But he explicitly says it wasnt an Attack, It was an act of Love.

Its such a fascinating thing that the idea of consuming someone can be concidered something you do to a cherished one, as an affectionate thing. I guess as Denji mentions that you basically become one with eachother in a way if you consume them.

But this is such a Weird thing Right? Where does this idea even originate from? Well ofcourse we can only Speculate but I really think he took on inspiration from his own life here, Because he has actually done this to someone he loved. Yes, Seriously.

Tatsuki Fujimoto eating his deceased Pet Fish

In the Authors notes for "Tatsuki Fujimoto Before Chainsaw Man: 22-26" Fujimoto shares a story from when he was 24:

"Even though we were poor, we had a pet Japanese rice fish. I found it dead one summer. I went to toss its body into the trash like in Parasyte, but my girlfriend said she wanted me to bury it, So off I went to the park, alone. I tried to bury it under this big tree, but the ground was too hard, my hands got all dirty and I had no hole to show for my effort. Out of Options, I figured I would pretend I had buried the fish and left it lying there on top of the ground. As I watched it for a little while, ants found the body and began to carry it away. Im not sure what came over me, but in that moment, love for that pet fish welled within me for the first time. I brushed the ants away, and then Ate it."

You can read the full story here

It has that "Wait what the hell am I reading" Charm to the story like alot of his works, But theres something so weirdly beautiful about this story, Somehow stricken with grief and love for this fish, He ate it. As Denji says, its not an attack, his fish is part of him now and its an act of love. So strange, yet so Beautiful.

Anyways thanks for reading this insanely long post if you even got this far I appreciate it!

[princesssascha]

Your thoughts are your reality - my story about how I changed my life in 6 months.

You've probably heard about this already - "your thoughts are your reality". I am the perfect example that this is 100% true and I'd love to share my story with you. I know so many people who did exactly what I did and saw change as quickly as I did.

I had anxiety and depression diagnosed in 5th grade. I always had low self-esteem and had huge anger issues, but the worst time of my life was 2 years ago. I attempted to take my own life and hated myself. My mom was in an abusive marriage and I would always tell myself how horrible my life is, in fact, it was true.

Around 8 months ago I decided I don't want my life to be like this. I wanted to be happy. I slowly realized that people around me actually loved me. I started working on my self-esteem and it was getting better. I would try to find the good things in my life. You know how some people say you should write 5 things you're grateful for everyday? Yeah, I could barely do that the first day but I forced myself. I wrote anything as simple as "I am grateful for my bed". Some time went by, I would listen to some self improvement content and I didn't even notice how much my life has improved.

Around 5 months ago my mom finally realized that her (now ex) husband is abusive and she should get a divorce, and she did. I would wake up and actually be glad that I'm awake. Everything was getting better. Those depressing thoughts mostly went away and would come only on bad days. I remember i would feel guilty and feel like I'm not making any progress but then I'd remind myself that it takes time. I allowed myself to feel and I would try to understand why I feel this way. I kept on working on myself. I wasn't going to give up.

Now, for the last couple of months I can truly say my life is better than it's ever been. I receive so many blessings everyday. I am grateful for everything I have in my life. I know that my life is incredible.

At first I forced myself to think that my life is great and that everything works out in my favour, but now it is literally the truth. After some time I truly started to believe.

I hope you try practicing what I did and see the difference for yourself.

[ronwestbreeze]

TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER TWENTY - FOUR

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

summary: happiness was simple...

word count: 3.3k

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It didn’t feel like many years had gone by. Not really. When you were cherishing every second of your life, time seemed to just slip from you. And before you knew it, a few years had gone by, the kids weren’t babies anymore but teenagers and kids who were curious about the world they lived in. And began developing personalities of their own, some less troublesome than others.

Kiri still followed you everywhere you went and still asked questions about her birth mother from time to time. But it didn’t change the fact that you had raised her and that you were the face she saw whenever she thought of having a mother. But she had her own interests too. She had started watching Mo’at as Tsahik, learning the ways of Eywa. And if it wasn’t clear when she was younger, it surely was clear as she had gotten older. Kiri was more of a healer than a fighter and you were okay with that, despite wanting to teach her how to fight and defend herself at least.

The boys were a different story which didn’t surprise you in the least.

They wanted to be like their father. Warriors. Which meant they believed they had a lot to live up to. Which also meant they put a lot of pressure on themselves to do so.

Neteyam being one of them. Since he was the oldest, he had a responsibility of setting a good example for his younger siblings whilst also becoming the best warrior he could be. Working to be the next Olo’eyktan.

“I wish you’d give yourself some grace.” You said one time to Neteyam while sharpening your spear.

It had only been the two of you in the marui back then. The others were either out hunting or out in the village. Usually, Kiri, Tuk, or Tsa’te were the ones to stay with you at the mauri, but this time it was your eldest.

Neteyam didn’t respond but instead picked at the knife you had given him after he had gotten his banshee. You were surprised at how nice it still looked even after all these years, which told you Neteyam had done well to take good care of it over the years.

You frowned and got up to stand next to his crouched figure, placing a gentle hand on top of his head. He mumbled out quietly, “I just want to be like him. You know? All the stories about him, all that he’s done…everyone expects me to be like him, but then I remember I’m not and I feel like I keep failing. That I’m always behind…”

“Now listen to me carefully, honey.” You said, placing your spear away as you knelt down next to him. “You are not failing. And you are not behind. You are a child and you are right where you need to be. I promise you, you don’t have to prove anything to anyone.” You rolled your eyes and pointed behind you, “Especially to them of all people. Take it slow and don’t push yourself too hard. I will not have my son acting like a soldier and miss out on being a child first.”

Neteyam gave a small smile as you ruffled his hair, “But I am a warrior, Mom.”

“Yes, and you will be a mighty one in the future.” You grinned, pressing a kiss on his forehead. “But I want you to be Neteyam right now. Not the chief’s son. Not Lo’ak or Kiri’s big responsible brother. Just Neteyam. My little Wonder Boy.”

He groaned, “Mom, you haven’t called me that since I was eight, please don’t start again.”

You laughed, “Fine. I won’t.”

Then there was Lo’ak who was a carbon copy of his father. Jake often had trouble getting him to listen or understand him but that didn’t mean he loved him any less. Now you and Neytiri, well, it was safe to say that you both dealt with younger Jake and knew how to handle the boy.

One time, your spear had gone missing and you were going crazy trying to search for it. You asked Jake since he often took it to sharpen it whenever you forgotten to do so. He didn’t know where it was. Neytiri was the next one you asked and she hadn’t seen it either. It wasn’t until you wandered further into the village as you finally found your spear.

Only it was in the hands of your youngest son.

You found him showing off to the younger children and some of the girls his age in the village, swinging your spear around as he told a story about how he first tamed his banshee. May have exaggerated a few parts of the story but you didn’t discourage it. Instead you stood a few feet away, his back turned to you, and watched him try to impress his peers amusingly.

Kiri and Neteyam were in the group and had spotted you before Lo’ak did. Neteyam kept trying to subtly gain his brother’s attention to warn him of your presence but Lo’ak didn’t take the hint. Not until he happened to turn around and immediately spot you.

He tucked the spear behind his back as if it would hide it, “Heyyy, Ma.”

You grinned as the children began scattering away once Lo’ak had been “caught”. All except Kiri and Neteyam. “Hey, kiddo.” You walked until you were standing in front of him with a raised brow, “Can I have my spear, please?”

Lo’ak nodded quickly, eyes down cast as he handed your spear back. Kiri shook her head, “I told him it was a bad idea.”

“I didn’t think she’d notice.” Lo’ak grumbled to his sister.

“She uses it all the time, skxawng! How would she not notice it missing?!”

Lo’ak sent Kiri a scowl before giving you a sheepish look, “Sorry, Ma.”

You waved it off, “You know, if you wanted a spear, you could’ve just asked me to make one for you. Or I can help you make one yourself if you don’t think it’s cool for your mom to make your spears for you.”

Lo’ak looked up at you in surprise, “You’re not mad?”

“No, why would I be?”

Neteyam slung an arm around Lo’ak with a grin, “You almost had it, little bro. Nice job.”

Kiri scoffed, appearing at your side, “The last thing he needs is a spear to poke someone’s eye out.”

You waved her off and pulled Lo’ak to your other side, “Don’t make fun of your brother, Kiri. And so what if he pokes someone’s eye out? I did it when I got my spear for the first time.”

The four of you began walking back as Neteyam said teasingly, “Jeez, Mom, can you make it more obvious that he’s your favorite.”

“I don’t have favorites!”

“If anyone’s the favorite, it’s Princess Kiri.” Lo’ak scoffed. Kiri stuck her tongue out at him.

You shook your head with a chuckle, “Nope, that’s your father’s favorite, even if he denies it I think we all know that it’s true.”

Neteyam raised his hands, “Come on guys, we all know who’s the absolute favorite child.”

“Children.” Kiri corrected, causing you to raise your brows.

The three of them looked at each other knowingly before saying.

“Tuk and Tsa’te.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh whatever.”

Lo’ak looked at both Neteyam and Kiri, “Oh yeah, they totally are.”

Tsa’te and Tuk were your littlest ones. Tsa’te seven and Tuk six. They were your babies and the ones you looked after the most. Some would say you were slightly overprotective at times, always wanting to keep the two of them in your sight, telling the older kids not to take the two on their reckless adventures—then again, you were like that with the other kids when they were younger too.

But perhaps things were a bit different this time around. Your nightmares haven’t gone away after all these years. In fact, the last one you had was so vivid and so startling, you didn’t sleep for the next couple of nights. Then of course, there was Jake still worrying and preparing the clan for the day the Sky People did come back. And maybe you were preparing for it by protecting your kids, making sure they also knew that there was a slight chance of the Sky People’s return.

Then of course, there was Spider. He was the oldest compared to the Sullys. You had taken the responsibility of caring for the boy. Jake didn’t mind it and Neytiri barely tolerated it. But when the two saw how Spider still got along with the children, they kept their judgments to themselves. Well, Neytiri was the one you were most worried about when it came to Spider. You were his advocate when no one else was. And you always would be.

You treated Spider as if you gave birth to him yourself. And that wouldn’t change, no matter how many judge him.

Some days you still went to visit the Spirit Tree, hoping to talk to Grace or Tsu’tey on some days. But lately, you have been busy training the new warriors along with taking care of your own and the village children.

The long day you had today was any different. Today, you were in the labs with Max and Norm, discussing plans to further protect the surrounding area of the Omatikaya land.

“We could go for a fence of sorts.” Max suggested, playing with a pen in his hand. “The classic electric fence, keeping the dangers out and all that.”

You shook your head, “No. The people already don’t like the idea of Jake using his guns still or trying to teach the other warriors how to use it, I highly doubt they would be okay with further metal inventions on their land.”

“Can’t you or Jake reason with them?” Max wondered aloud.

Norm snorted from his seat at the desk, “Jake’s already been down that road. They barely accepted the guns, just like Doc said.”

“Well, there’s got to be a way to work around this, right?” Max hummed thoughtfully while staring at the screen in front of them.

Before either of you could throw out more solutions, a screech is heard outside of the lab. Norm glanced toward you with a raised brow, “Is that Zola?”

Zola was your ikran. You frowned and shook your head, “No, I came here on direhorse.” Pushing away from the table you sat at, you crouched toward the door, pushing it open to find two familiar ikrans waiting for you outside, and Zola right next to them.

“Well, this is a surprise.” You found yourself grinning up at Jake and Neytiri, who returned your smiles with one of their own.

“We were looking for you everywhere.” Jake titled his head down at you, a playful glint in his eyes. “Figured you could use some time away. A break. Maybe have a fly with us. Norm. Max.”

You glanced behind you to find both Norm and Max peeking out of the lab. “Hey Sullys.” Norm grinned before looking at you, “Go on, we’ll continue tomorrow. Sully’s right, you could use a break.”

“But we’ve only just begun.” You tried but it was Neytiri who cut you off.

“It is time to let go for the night, Ma’y/n.” She nodded toward your ikran, calling for it to come forward. “Zola misses you and so do we. Now come. Let us fly!”

There was a small part of you that wanted to continue working, only to make at least some good progress. But then there was the other, more overshadowing part of you, that looked at both Jake and Neytiri and wanted every bit of you to say yes to them both. It had been awhile since it was just the three of you, all of you busy with your duties to the clan.

Perhaps one night away wouldn’t hurt.

“Fine, but only if I get to race you again.” You gave Jake a pointed look as you ran up to Zola. “You cheated last time and I want a fair rematch!”

Jake laughed in disbelief, “I can’t believe you’re still saying that! I didn’t cheat, not one bit! Bob is just faster than Zola, easy!”

“The fact that you even named him Bob should be a crime.” You shook your head. Still to this day, you were glad that you had named your children. Eywa, you didn’t know what Jake would’ve come up with. Hell, Neytiri probably thought the same when she had Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Tuktirey.

“Don’t be a hater.” Jake grinned as his ikran started flapping his wings. “Fine. We have another race. Whoever reaches the mountains first wins. Got it?”

You rolled your eyes as you connected your queue to Zola, “You’re going down, Sully.”

Jake winked at you, neither of you seeing Neytiri roll her eyes at the two of you, “Said that last time, babe. Serious this time?”

“Dead serious, babe—Neytiri!”

Before either of you could realize it until it was too late, Neytiri and her ikran suddenly took off in the sky. You steered Zola into the air as well with Jake right behind you.

Neytiri glanced back at the two of you with a grin, “Catch me if you’re not too busy being skxawngs!”

Without wasting any time, you steered Zola after her, not wanting to give Jake the chance to gather his bearings and get ahead of you. You let out a whooped holler, the air caressing your face as you flew. Neytiri let one out too, hers sounding more like a call and a hoot. You could hear Jake’s voice from further behind you, doing the same as well.

Glancing back at him, you grinned as he tried and failed to catch up with you, “Eat my dust, Sully!”

“I swear to God, Doc!”

“Why don’t you two focus on keeping up!” Neytiri called back, a smirk on her face. “Because I’m winning!”

A laugh left your lips as you flew to catch up with her. Oh Eywa, you were so glad for this. Being with your mates, not thinking about all the worries that heaved your shoulders every waking day. You really needed this night. This freedom. This simple and fun night. It was like you were younger again. Oh the time, that had gone by. Oh the ages that had come. You were you yet not the same. Jake was him yet not the same. Neytiri was her yet not the same.

It seemed like what all three of you were before, was ages ago. Almost as if decades have gone by rather than a few years. Yes, there were still reminders of what the Sky People left behind, of what you had gone through, of what you had lost. But they were all a memory now. A little seed still planted in your heart.

Now it had bloomed into a flower.

The mountains came into view. You ordered Zola to speed up. And it seemed as if Neytiri and Jake had done the same. Now the three of you were neck and neck. Nearly there.

Only for Neytiri’s ikran to have made it first.

“I win!” She grinned, her smile white as the crescent moon.

But in that moment, neither you nor Jake cared that you lost. The three of you were in the moment. And you were determined to make it last, for a lifetime if you could.

Happiness was simple.

And you liked simple. You went through all types of hell just to get to this. Simple. Happiness. Not even the nightmares could shake the smile from your face. A smile you were sure that you had lost long ago.

A smile Jake was so glad to see on your face so often now. Back then it was a rarity to get not even a chuckle from you. That was only because of the position, the time you were in. The fresh wound that you were still tending to. There were still hints of scars in some places of course, Jake had them too. So did Neytiri. But what mattered was that they were together. That they would remain together and lick each other’s wounds clean from now on.

Sully's stick together. Nothing would ever change that.

At some point, the three of you had landed at the top of a smaller mountain, your ikrans resting from all the flying. And now you lay under the stars with your mates. You felt the steady heartbeat of Jake’s steady heartbeat. The warmth of Neytiri’s hand. You couldn’t have asked for a better way to end the night. In the arms of the people you love.

You wouldn’t trade this for a thousand more Pandoras.

Lazily, you gazed up at Jake who was staring up at the stars. A soft smile tugged your lips as you reached your free hand up to gently caress his face, “Will you sleep tonight?”

Jake looked down at you, a soft look on his face. A look he only had for you and Neytiri, “I think so. Will you?”

You lift your shoulder slightly, “Depends on if my dreams will agree with me tonight.”

His fingers gently brushed against your ear, “When do dreams ever agree with us?”

“Exactly my dilemma.”

A frown rested on his lips, “You should sleep more.”

“I try.”

“I’ll sleep if you will, Tinkers.”

You tried not to smile at the nickname, burying your face into his side, “Make it a race then, Puppet?”

His chest rumbled as he chuckled. “You’re on.”

It all went wrong.

At first it was the nightmares. The nightmares, you could handle. Surrounded by fire, Quaritch’s taunting voice waiting for you to break. The fire this time was hotter. Far too close to your liking. And Jake’s voice could be heard in the distance. No. Everywhere around you.

You had never heard Jake’s voice here.

Then it was Neytiri’s screams and your body suddenly shuddered. Everything around you became a blur.

And then you opened your eyes.

Neytiri was dragging you by the arm while screaming, “No, Great Mother! Great Mother!”

“Doc!” That was Jake next to you, pulling you out of your hazy sleep. Neytiri eventually let your arm go and seconds later larger arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you up to your feet. There was too much going on at the same time. Animals were rushing past you in a quick haste, the wind had become a lot more harsher than before. And your ikrans were flying above you, hiding in the trees until you called on them.

Jake was saying something in your ear. But you couldn’t make out his words. Not when your eyes saw the fire.

This time it wasn’t a dream. This time you couldn’t just close your eyes and open them again. It was all in front of you. It was all burning down. The forest. The forest was dying.

And the cause of it all was a large ship coming from the stars.

The Sky People had returned.

You pushed away from Jake’s grip, wide eyes taking in the destruction. The beauty of it. The peace. The life. All of it burned away. All of it was dying right before your eyes. And suddenly you were back at Grace’s school. Watching it get shot up and destroyed. Watching everything you had worked for die along with Sylwanin. Hearing Neytiri’s screams even now was haunting. You never thought you had to hear her scream like this again.

And you couldn’t even shed a tear.

They say grief is different for everyone. Neytiri was on her knees, tears staining her face as she watched her home be destroyed. Jake was at her side, holding her close and trying to be present for her while still watching the destruction in utter disbelief. Because for him his fears had come true too. His nightmares had become just as real as yours.

While everything died around you, you were still alive.

You were alive. You were alive. You were alive.

Long enough to see everything else die.

Happiness was supposed to be simple…

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[sabrondabrainrot]

Sun is technically the first animatronic most of the family have met. (Watch as I give shoddy examples and argue my way into convincing you to see only my truth.)

Old Moon first met Sun in the daycare mirror. (also the reverse for Sun) Sun, quite literally, is the first person Moon meets. It makes sense why they're so important to each other. It's sad it was with the circumstances they had.

Lunar when he first came to as a new AI, he met Sun (I think Lunar did meet Eclipse in the mind scape first?) while in control of Moon's body for the first time. Sun has quoted Lunar's first words on multiple occasions. It's actually a running gag to everyone's confusion but the audience's. Tickle cuttlefish 27, I'm gonna kiss your dad. Baby's first words. (I think I might have remembered the quote wrong)

Eclipse as we know used Sun's eyes to see so he like Old Moon met him by looking at an old worn mirror. I actually am not sure if I would argue Sun was the first being he met but Eclipse did gain sentience in his mind. He talks about how he knows Sun in and out so idk Imma argue Eclipse saw Sun's inner thoughts for the first time. (Eclipse did him so dirty)

For Solar, I'm theorizing when he comes back Sun might be the one to pick him up? (Eclipse did say he thinks Solar would like to probably be greeted by a friendly face) so high brain theory moment but when Solar gets his dimension signature changed to the main dimension I think Solar will most likely meet Sun first?

Bloodmoon's intro is pretty confusing but after meeting Eclipse for the first time he did go on a murder spree and then evacuate himself out Sun's body (so wouldn't he have seen him? Doing leaps of logic) Like...Sun's his first introduction into the world. (It's SO SAD I think the kids at the daycare dying from Sun's hands is the SADDEST THING EVER, Bloodmoon did everyone so dirty.)

Earth found Sun first too. She met him when he was at his lowest in a literal crater caused by himself (Eclipse did trick him but that crater is so badass). He was having the biggest breakdown of his life and Earth just approached him so calmly and held him. I adore their first ever meeting to BITS. It's such a defining moment in the show for me. New Moon, when Old Moon resent the first person to meet New Moon was Sun. Hee Hee. Sun having another emotional breakdown as he meets a baby AI in his brother's shell. It's not even the first time that's happened to Sun but man. New Moon was so giddy poor thing (praying for Nexus) he was so hyped they were brothers man.

Was Frank's first meeting with Sun too? It's pretty interesting to think of.

Rambles about Dazzle how she watched Sun from the start teehee I love that she watched him so much she could perfectly clean to the point no one noticed her. Dazzle supremacy.

Also Jack didn't start showing sentience until he basically almost accidentally killed Sun's cats. He went out of his way to appease those cats and called them his masters and brought them treats. I think that was his first earliest acts of sentience and even that had something to do with Sun.

If I missed anything please let me know (I crave the Sun content)

anyways this is just the crazy rambles of a Sun simp. I bet this has been said before but I just wanted to ramble cause Sun is my bookie. Can't stop rambling about my blorbo. He's special to me~

👉👈

Also got my root canal today it was traumatic and horrible but went well. I wanted a hug after and didn't get it but at least my mom took me to the fabric store. I was very brave today. (also been literally typing this spiel since this morning)

[yesimwriting]

I don't know if you have any thoughts on this one but if so, can I ask for the "directors cut" on the blurb where reader and the boys were fights and they went to her window to basically suck up am she was on phone, I think it was called "Billy and Stu scare away guys" or directors cut on chapter 5 of the final girl fic or both of you'd like to. I love hearing what you have to say about them and it adds so much insight on how you characterize them, thanks :)

omg hi

"Billy and Stu scare away guys" blurb:

okay so i have a lot of thoughts on that blurb bc there were some details i wanted to work in but couldn't bc they didn't fit

so my main one is the gummy thing at the end, where Stu gives reader a bag of gummies, but the gummies are just the ones that are her favorite flavor and he plays it off by saying that he hates that flavor

in my head, he definitely does not hate that flavor of gummy ( i don't think i've ever met anyone that hates red gummies lol) and that's just another way of him being secretly nice to reader

ik stu's pretty openly affectionate and loves getting credit for being nice, but i feel like when it comes to smaller things that show just how much attention he pays to the reader, he plays it off as much as he can

i talk about this in the actual fic but another detail i feel like keeps coming up is that i headcanon stu as being kind of a textbook early psychopath child and not shying away from taking apart small animals just bc/morbid curiosity,

i don't see billy (even as a kid) going out of his way to do those kinds of things, partially bc i feel like he would've been more hyper aware of the adults/general perception of what's perceived as "normal" as a way to cover himself and stu, but i def don't think he was bothered by it

anyways all of that is background to explain that one of my favorite details is billy being aware that y/n would rather watch a person die in a movie than see an animal get hurt and then knowing to edit the story

okay! now onto the biggest part of the story!! billy dropping the background information on his mom, ik that seemed extremely manipulative, and it definitely was on billy's part, but it was also kind of an accidental admission

you know that quote "the best lies have some truth in them",, well it was kind of like that, while billy just doesn't want y/n to talk to guys at all out of general possessiveness/jealousy, that insecurity about losing her the way he lost his mom is real

that's why i also mention stu being surprised, bc billy rarely alludes/mentions the truth of what happened to his mom, and the situation still felt relatively under control so stu was like ?? now? lol and then after thinking about it stu starts worrying a little bc maybe billy is that upset, it's another one of those moments where they just read each other and manage to work through things they can't say in front of other people

Chapter 5 of final girl:

okay so at the beginning, when stu's still asleep and billy's explaining away how touchy and pushy stu was in chapter 4, it's a key example of the way billy likes to 'get ahead' of things

we all know he's a planner, and so even though y/n's complaint was small, billy's already covering all the bases, emphasizing that stu would 'never hurt her' and framing stu's attention as a good thing while also painting him as sympathetic bc of his parents

also i feel like i've implied this but part of the reason they're always pushing that he'd 'never hurt her' narrative is bc it's meant to assure stu as much as it assures y/n, only stu knows that by 'hurt' he means accidentally kill her or something,, and y/n thinks it's more emotional/in a play fighting way lol

i think this is the first chapter that touches on how much y/n relies on them for a social life, like it was so easy for them to exclude her from that part even though all of her other friends where there

omg and y/n briefly thinking billy was ghost face, i feel like if she had had that train of thought while more sober, billy and stu would have had a much harder time getting through that one

i considered adding a scene where billy calls stu and tells stu that he needs to pull out the voice modulator and call y/n's house QUICK bc i thought it'd be fun to write and i still kind of want to write a scene like that at some point, but i felt like it broke up the suspenseful energy i was going for so i decided not to

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for calling my mom by her old name because she can't respect the fact that I also changed mine?

To preface, I have never liked the name I was born with. It is, to be quite frank, a pretty shit name that always got me bullied growing up and nobody could ever spell right. Growing up I've always tried to get people to call me a shorthand version of my name, or even as a little kid I went by Matilda (from the movie) instead of my actual name.

My mom never put much stock in me actually ever changing my name. In her mind, she named me, and that's final. That's my name, regardless of what I want or what any legal paperwork says.

Thing is, she also hated her name growing up. She always went by a shorter, somewhat alternate version of it, and recently she even changed her last name so she's no longer 'connected' to her family name. So now she has a completely different name, first and last, to what she was born with, and there was never any 'consultation' on it with the rest of us like she demanded of me.

I started going by a completely different name roughly six years ago. I got into college and it was just a completely different world. If I said I wanted someone to call me by X name, they did it immediately and without so much as blinking. Everyone accepted that the name on my legal paperwork wasn't my name, and that was that.

Except for my mom, who told me I was being ridiculous and essentially took every chance she could to mock me or tell me I wasn't 'actually' changing my name. She also steadfast refused and still refuses to use the name, and when she does its always with snide emphasis, like its such a hardship for her.

Well. I submitted the deed poll a few months ago, and now, legally, after using the name for six whole years, I am that person. She absolutely blew up at me over it, and ever since its been the same song and dance where she'll refuse to use my new name, claim its just oh-so-hard to remember to use it, and deliberately mispronounces my middle name despite being repeatedly told how to say it.

Its not even a hard middle name to pronounce. But for an example of how she mispronounces it, think of the word 'bastion.' She will resolutely and deliberately say 'batoon' instead. That's how she treats my middle name.

She'll spend a whole conversation mis-naming me, then when she sees me staring at her will snidely go 'oh, sorry, X' with a roll of her eyes and a huff. Any time I verbally correct her on my name she takes it as an attack.

But she's also always going on and on and on about respect and how she deserves respect for everything she does, and the words its basic respect are practically tattooed on my eardrums from her various explosions.

My point of view is its incredibly disrespectful to not even try making the effort of calling someone by their new name, especially when its not even a name that's hard to pronounce or anything. I chose a pretty standard name.

So if she repeatedly insists on disrespecting me that way, why should I respect her choice to change her name and be called something different? Why should I show her the respect she has literally never shown me?

I don't really have to use her actual name all that often, but I'm considering that when I do, I should make a point of using her old name instead. Exactly the way she does for me. And if she tries to call me out or correct me, I'm going to give her the exact same attitude she gives me, because actually talking to her about this goes nowhere. She just starts ranting about how hard it is for her to remember I haven't gone by my old name for six fucking years.

WIBTA for that? It'll probably just cause more problems than it fixes, but honestly, idc at this point. She can get what she gives, and that's what she's giving.

What are these acronyms?

[felice-jaganshi]

Alastor's Leash

Chapter 3

Zariah was being princess carried by Alastor, pouting like an upset child with her arms crossed over her chest. 

“Now, what did you say to set off Mimzy? I've never seen her get that angry without good reason. If not for our deal, I'd be more than half tempted to pretend I didn't notice and let you two fight it out.”

Zariah huffed out a fox whine. “She called you heartless! And I argued you had the biggest heart I've ever met, and made me feel loved everyday. I don't understand how or why she sees you as so ‘heartless’ specifically, but she got really pissed off, and then I used us cuddling in my bed as an example and she launched herself at me! Like, who reacts like that?!”

“Sinners, my dear. That's who.” He groaned, now understanding the situation she'd gotten into. 

“The exact reason is, back when we were alive, she and I would party together. Early on in our friendship, she'd tried to make sexual advances, which I always turned down. And then, when she stated she'd fallen in love with me one day, and I still did not reciprocate, she called me heartless. Our relationship took a nosedive for a bit until she caught me hiding a body. It certainly improved after that, as she realized it wasn't ‘her’, I just had no interest in women in general. My work was just too important to me. So, your comment about us cuddling in bed , she might have misunderstood or more likely chose to misinterpret, as sex. So, now she feels insulted. And to be fair, she's not wrong about me being heartless, I am incapable of the type of love she always wanted from me.”

 

“Oh, well I didn't mean to hurt her… but you're not heartless, I can hear it beating right now.” She rest her head on his chest. “Bum bum, bum bum. Yep, it's still there. Just because you love differently, doesn't mean you don't love in your own way.” She smiled sweetly, and he returned the gesture, eyes half lidded.

 

“Such a wise pet I have.”

 

“Oh, idea! Charlie was able to visit heaven once with Lucifer's help right? Maybe we can get you a day pass to see our moms!” 

Alastor groaned and set her on her feet, “I take back what I said about you being wise. That's the worst idea I've ever heard. Heaven is no place for a demon like me.”

 

“But why not? Especially if it's just for a day. She'd love it!” Zariah looked confused. She couldn't understand why heaven scared him so much.

 

“Zariah, we're dropping it there.” His tone was stern, “No more discussion of getting me to heaven, I'm quite happy here in hell, where I belong .” He paused to let his words sink in before continuing, “Now, we need to get ready for your broadcast. What are you going to read for our listeners today?”

 

“Hm… I'm thinking of hooking everyone in with one of my favorite book series. After book one, if they want the other books, they'll have to give me their souls to hear the rest! Does that sound like a plan that might work?”

 

He hummed, “Make it book 2 and I think it might.” He pet her head and she purred, wrapping one of her tails around his waist.

 

_______

 

Vox paced around his tower while Velvette worked on their social media posts for the day, scheduling a few for later.

“Argh! Fuck! I miss Val!” He yelled.

“Oh get over it you big baby! You two fought more than you fucked anyways!” She was being cold, because he needed it. Suddenly an alarm went off, letting Vox know a radio broadcast was about to begin.

“Oh fuck! Alastor's back on!” He ran to the radio to listen to his “hated rival's” broadcast. It was all he could think about these days.

 

“Hello sinners! It's time for our newest, and most popular weekly broadcast, the Radio Angel's story hour. Everyone get tucked in with your snacks and blankets, I've been told this one is a personal favorite of hers. How exciting!”

Vox growled, that damn angel had taken up all of Alastor's attention lately! He'd even given her credit for his latest attack on Vox's dignity! 

 

“That's right Al! As our listeners will soon discover, the main character has a lot of parallels with Lucifer that are very exciting! And if they can make it to act four, they're in for a world of emotional pain and torment unlike anything they've ever felt. I will also change a few of the terms to make it easier for our listeners to understand the story.”

“Well isn't that exciting, and so generous. Let's get started then….”

 

“Among all the angels in heaven, there was one famous laughingstock of the three realms…”

 

Vox listened intently, her voice truly was suited for this sort of thing. She didn't sound like her usual energetic obnoxious self that he'd heard from the few interactions he'd had with her. It was soothing and calm when she read. He was jealous to the extreme! She was going to get so many followers from this shit!

 

After a bit, Alastor's voice cut back in, interrupting her with his own commentary on the story.

“Hah! What a fool he is, quite like our king indeed. Challenging heaven itself over a single child's life. I'm quite interested to see the pain and suffering of such a kind heart as he will go through.” He sounded so pleased with himself, and she couldn't help but giggle. 

“Hey now! No spoilers!”

Once she finished reading the Prolog, Alastor put on a “commercial break”, to give her time to breath, collect herself, and drink water. 

 

“Oh my god! This was so much more fun than I thought it'd be! It reminds me of when I was alive and I'd read to my friends over the headsets at work. Hah… that job was a literal nightmare worse than hell itself, but my coworkers made it worth every moment. I loved them all so much.” She smiled fondly with her eyes shut, picturing her old friends. 

 

“After this, I want to help with Becca's wedding. You should too. She's like a sister to me, so that will make Luci your brother soon. So try to get along a little, yeah? No more plotting to kill him and take the throne of hell. It's Charlie's to own.” She kept her tone soft.

He whined a little, like a child. “But darling~.” He gave her a sweet, syrupy look.

“Nooo! Don't even, it won't work. You're cute, and I love you, but the throne of hell is a headache you don't need. Just trust me…”

[thilsworld]

[October 11th 2024]

Once again I forgot to post for a few days so... Yeah...

Yesterday was my sister's birthday though! Since her apartment is really small she decided to visit me and my mom instead of us visiting her. My mom made homemade Belgian waffles and we decorated them with whipped cream and sweet sauces (meant for ice cream but whatever) and chocolate sprinkles.

Here's a picture, featuring Storm

Unfortunately my birthday gift for her got delayed and it ended up arriving literally 2 hours after she went back home. So I'll give it to her next time I see her. Which might actually be my own birthday since that's 11 days from now...

We also played cards against humanity again since that's her favorite game. To make it a little more interesting, we also always add 1 random white card, so the person picking has to choose between 3 instead of 2. But sometimes the randomly selected card from the top of the pile is a little TOO good. At the end of our long playing round I had 19 points, my sister 15, my mom 21 and the randomly selected card 9. Which... 9 too many to be honest...

Here's a nice example of the random card fitting TOO well. Cause the first white card was my mom's, second was random, 3rd was my sister's

Now as for something about today instead of yesterday:

I'm trying out something new. For the past week I had been struggling to make my day to day life more meaningful and feel like I am productive, considering I am disabled, don't work, and due to anxiety also don't go out often. I'm basically in a bubble with just my mom and cat, and occasionally my sister, my best friend, or my therapist.

So I went looking for someone who had documented their daily life routines down to it's VERY basics. I wanted to find some habits that work for me to make my life feel functional.

I found this blog from a husband and wife, very conservative Christians so definitely not my type of people, but the wife had basically written down EVERYTHING she does from the moment she wakes up to the moment she goes to sleep. Brush teeth, pray, put clothes on, open curtains, EVERYTHING. And one thing it said was that she starts her day with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. Which, is very normal I know. But I decided to give it a try today for the first time. But in my own way cause I don't like coffee and we don't have a newspaper subscription at our house.

So I made my breakfast, and went through the news app, taking small notes of anything that seemed noteworthy. Most is quite depressing, but one thing I loved seeing that according to a research they did among millennials and gen z, about 48% of people in that age group identify as lgbtq in some way, and another 30% is an ally. How amazing is that! I love how with time we're slowly becoming more progressive, and because of that younger generations are able to identify themselves more safely from earlier ages.

It's currently 21:32 as I type this so I guess I'm gonna stop typing and just go to bed now. Maybe I'll write down my (very short) routine tomorrow, kind of like that blog I found, so I can see in the future what stuck and what improved.

3 positive things about today:

We had pizza for dinner

Mom and I played monopoly again, and for the first time in AGES i actually won

I felt more fulfilment today than the past few days. Idk why cause I didn't do much more than usual. I guess I got out of bed on the right foot

[admirxation]

do you think general Magath has a family? If so what do you think they’re like?

Hey anon, I didn't expect this question but oh my god i'll answer most things that are aot related so thank you for giving me the opportunity to yap about my favourite series. Obviously this answer will have aot spoilers but im willing to bet most people that follow my aot content know the story haha. I'm just gonna do a cut off because this answer is long haha <3

I don't think much of general magath, in the sense I can appreciate the characterisation especially with how his story ends alongside Keith but he doesn't make me think to the same level other characters do (e.g. I have way too much personal analysis on Jean, Armin, Erwin, Floch etc.). I don't dislike him I just mean I don't think much of him in the aspect of quantity/amount of my thoughts of him.

Thinking about it, I genuinely do not believe he has a family, the only supposed family he has is a chosen one with his comrades with the care he is presented to have for the warrior candidates and takes on a paternal role. But I am presuming you are asking about a biological family, to which I do not think he has the conventional biological family with partner and children (I could be missing a scene where is shows he has a family, it's been a while since I've rewatched the series so there could be scenes that show a family which I have forgotten about so I am working on my memory which I hope is correct).

Usually characters, especially in war/hard times are often depicted as wanting to go back to a family with a mention of a wife and/or child or other family roles such as parents and siblings, and sometimes even a flashback to them. I have been watching solo levelling (which I strongly recommend to people) and they do the same thing when people are panicking to get out the dungeon there is a flashback to a family to go back to with one of the characters, the same as in aot there is a flashback of annie and her father (a family to go back to), focus of reiner and his mother (a family to go back to) etc. So without a scene like that or just blatant showing of him with a family or dialogue of going back/mentioning of the family, I doubt he has one. Granted, the family could not be important to the story but there is usually a mention if characters have a family even if they're not important to the story, like we know Armin used to have a grandad then went, we know Jean has a mom etc. (this is just in general obvi we don't know the insides and outs of every character's lives I'm just using it as an example to support my hunch that he does not have one).

There are obvious made parallels to Keith, especially in his ending scene with him, and I think he is also similar to Keith in the familial aspect as well. Keith is presented with no partner or children, driven by a goal, and the only connection to that imaginative future with a family is the hinted feelings he had for Carla. Keith was the 12th commander of the scouts and the scout commander's have an ambition to explore the word and have an undying curiosity (think back to Hange's speech before handing it over to Armin). Magath has a different ambition of wanting support over the invasion of the island. Both have different goals but both come from that military background and having an end goal of what they want to happen, whether that be finding answers or getting rid of what they believe is evil. I think both characters are focalised on their ambition (whether audiences think right or wrong) that they forget/don't have the time for making a traditional family and end up connecting with the comrades but being isolated from the conventional and biological idea of family. A side note as well, we do also see a common trend of the commanders in the scouts with Erwin and his lack of love story (I'm talking about canon not shipping, I THINK there is possible mention of him loving a woman called Marie but he had to leave that for his dangerous ambition of the scouts to which his friend Nile managed to get to marry Marie because he was an MP and in the safer route), and Hange doesn't have a partner as well. They have an ambition that takes over them but also the idea that they know they have a strong chance of dying for that ambition so they dont want to hurt and leave a family behind, which I'm sure Magath would have too since he knows an invasion of the island is risky and dangerous. It's either fulfil the dream or die trying, or give up and live a normal life.

I do believe though, if Magath was to have a family, he would definitely be a girl dad. Especially with his care for Gabi, I see him with little girls with a wife who is a young love/sweetheart type of relationship meeting. I just see him in that kind of unit, with the wife worrying about him but him being driven by an ambition. Him having a lot of love for them but not being able to show it properly with the overriding ambition he has for the invasion of the island.

I hope you like this answer, I know I yap a lot but aot analysis is one of my favourite things to do, and I am hoping my memory serves me well.

[curiousmagpie]

I, personally, am a big fan of the idea that Danny is actually really smart, it’s just that school doesn’t work with him. Whether that be because of constant ghost attacks, him playing down his intelligence, ADHD problems, etc., it doesn’t matter.

I like most stuff where Danny is a tech genius, or where he’s essentially a ghost culture expert with several notebooks on the topic, or a historian nerd, or *something*. I like all of those, but there’s one that I really, really love that I don’t think I’ve properly seen anywhere. It’s hard to explain so I’m gonna give an example that’s been stuck in my head.

One night, a mere few weeks after the accident, Danny’s laying in his bed, still debating if he’s human or not anymore, still trying to figure out exactly what’s happened to him. Due to the pestering of Sam and Tucker, he knows his heart rate is in the 30’s, well below what’s needed for adequate oxygen perfusion, his internal temperature is 33 degrees Celsius, where he should be suffering from hypothermia, although his skin appears to be warmer for some reason. Point is, Danny is wondering how deep his changes go, and he decides to test his DNA. Additionally, Danny being a truly brilliant dumbass, decides to test his parents DNA as well, doing a basic paternity test, which he does get:

Danny scowled as he looked at the clock above the doorway. He should be able to get the necessary equipment and materials from the lab, but there was one thing missing if he wanted this to be a proper test, which was technically in the lab but would be out of reach for the next two days if he didn’t get it now.

Bouncing on his toes, shaking himself a bit, Danny took a deep breath as he shoved his nervousness down and put on his best, ‘just doing my job ma’am’ face.

“Hey mom?” Danny called down the stairs, taking deliberately heavy footsteps.

“Yes honey?” Maddie said, voice echoing slightly up the stairwell. This was it, this was the moment of truth! Please don’t question it.

“Can I have a few vials of yours and dads blood?” He said, now standing at the doorway to the lab.

Maddie paused in her soldering work, head pulling up and staring straight forward for a moment. And then her head turned towards Danny with the most bewildered face he had ever seen on her.

“What?” Shit, she questioned it! Quick, random bullshit go!

“Uhhh, school said they wanted us to do a paternit- I mean uh, an ancestral dna test? You know, to introduce us to how evolution works?” That’s the best you can come up with?! Does that even make sense? Note to self, figure out if that makes sense.

While Danny was distracting himself with questions on if his made up excuse even fit together with his syllabus, or if DNA tests were even a good way to demonstrate evolution, Maddie thankfully understood exactly what he was talking about (She understood nothing).

“Oh, why didn’t you say so honey!” She said, standing up and spinning to face her son, “Why, I remember when I first started wondering if I was adopted!”

What.

“Oh, I tired everything to get blood samples directly from the source,” She said, giving Danny a hug, “They could have been putting samples of my real parent’s hair in the hairbrushes after all. Jazz went through a similar phase too, though she did look oddly disappointed about the results.” She was silent for a moment after that, tilting her head and letting Danny stew in baffled thought.

After two seconds too much of introspection, Maddie gave her son one last squeeze and peck on the cheek, before she sprang up and over to a strangely bare part of lab wall.

Pressing a button and flicking a hidden switch or two, a number panel came out of the wall. Maddie called out over her shoulder as quickly typed in a ridiculously number of digits in.

“Now, which sample do you want?” She said, snapping Danny out of his trance as a seam appeared and frigid air hissed out between the gaps.

“What?” Danny said, still processing, not quite understanding what she meant by that.

“Which blood sample do you want? For that ‘school project’ of yours.” She said, fingers catching on a ridge and pulling it open to reveal two levels full of vials, one labeled Maddie and the other labeled Jack, with dates and times on each vial.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Okay, I might have gotten carried away there. Man, I really need to write more often, that was coming so easily!

Anyway, with the blood samples, he waits until his parents and Jazz are gone and collects own blood sample, following all the correct procedures that he searched up, although ignoring the ones that don’t apply to him because he’s not taking someone else’s blood. He also searched up how DNA tests work and decided to do some extra testing, such as centrifuges, which come up weird due to parts of his blood going intangible which results in his plasma not fully separating, no matter how much he spins it.

Anyway, using the materials from the lab and a basic understanding of how a dna test works, he creates a homemade dna tester.

(You can skip this if you want, it’s unimportant but I’m just going over how electrophoresis dna testers work. (Which is what Danny is doing here))

Essentially, everyone gets half their chromosomes from their parents. There’s stuff that alter the chromosomes you get, like chromosomes crossing over and exchanging bits and pieces, but that isn’t to important here. The basic is, you have half your moms dna, and half your dads dna. Now, something important to note, is that chromosomes all come in varying sizes, you can see this just by searching it up, an X chromosome is much bigger than a Y chromosome, which is on the 23rd chromosomal pair, and say, chromosome pair 1 can be bigger than chromosome pair 9. There’s a lot of variation however, I’d recommend looking at an image for an idea what I’m talking about. Regardless, this size thing is important for how paternity tests work. Essentially, they get a sample that has dna in it, remove everything except that dna and a solution of water or something (i dunno) to keep it in, and then they get this gel thing and put the sample on one side of it and do something called electrophoresis, where an electric current goes through the stuff, and the dna move towards the positive electrode. Basically, this gel has a sort of fibre mesh through out it, and smaller dna chromosomes move towards the positive electrode faster than the larger ones. This means that they get separated really effectively, forming obvious lines. In two tests done this way on different people, a few lines will get the same distance in the same amount of time, but not all of them. Now, if those two people had a child, and then had the same test done, then the results would look like the child just saw the lines of the previous two and just picked and choose randomly, because all of Danny’s results should match up with either his moms, or his dads.

(Dna test explanation ends here, you can relax)

Now, while danny does this, Maddie’s and Jack’s fin normal, and then he does his own. And the previously mentioned problem occurs, in that some of his dna goes intangible, which ruins his results and makes a complete mess of the entire thing, and now he knows the accident has changed his very dna (which we know from the tv show intro!), and that his very essence has been changed. Now he’s left wondering if he can even be regarded as human or ghost anymore, because ghosts don’t have dna, but he does? And his dna is different now, would it even match the normal human genome? Is he less human than monkeys are now? He needs to do more tests to find out…

Alright, now we’re past the example. What was the thing that stuck out about Danny here? Was it that he doesn’t plan the most basic of shit out? Was it his parents keeping preserved samples of their own blood? Or was it the fact that Danny researched, figured out how to, and then built his own DNA tester from scratch? I’d say all three options personally, but the topic of this one is the last option.

Danny was being crazy smart there. He had a problem, figured a solution, went about getting the materials in the stupidest possible way, absorbed knowledge, did separate tests to satisfy his curiosity, and solved his problem. Although now he has new ones.

I might be able to do something similar if I had, like, three weeks to do it or something, but Danny was easily able to think of equivalents that he could find in the lab, or at least things that are close enough that he could substitute them, and he did it quickly and easily, in like, a day. That’s really really smart to me.

All together, this, this right here, is the kind of intelligence I really like being written about. Intelligence that is shown, not told.

Wow this got away from me. Whoops.