#I don’t like my family snooping on my socials

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Anyway guys we should all band together to get my sister to never touch my blog ever again

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tell me again that you hate me

a/n: i kinda just poured all of the filth ever into this one fic... you're welcome.

summary: “you know, I could help you. Pop that little cherry for you,” he shrugged as if he didn’t seem out of his mind for what he was brashly uttering, “you desperately need it, that fucking stick up your ass makes you such a bitch to be around. But no one is gonna wanna bang you, I mean, maybe you could be kinda hot if you weren’t such a fucking loser, if you didn’t dress like a fucking pogue, but I don’t think anyone would commit social suicide like that. So, I’ll take care of it. Fix that problem for the good of everyone else.” 

warnings: bully!stepbro!rafe cameron x virgin!reader, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, enemies to lovers, rafe is in college while reader is still in high school (everyone is over 18), blackmail, alcohol consumption, allusion to drug use, drunk driving, hidden cameras, panty stealing, references to somno, possessiveness, kissing, loss of virginity, size kink, belly bulge, pain kink, dirty talk, impact play, oral, pussyjob, just the tip, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cumplay, no aftercare and not really any foreplay, public sex, rafe is mean and pervy and dark but it's all fun because it's just a silly fantasy

word count: 5153

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Your life had turned into a living nightmare.

You thought that when your high school bully graduated, you’d finally get rid of him. But little did you know what the future held in store, just who your own mother would decide to marry and what particular family you’d be forced to fuse with. 

Rafe Cameron had been the bane of your existence for years. Sure, when you’d first met him, you admittedly had a bit of a crush on him, but that was until he noticed you and truly showed you the notorious bully that he was. And now that he, the very person who had turned your teenage years into literal hell, had become your stepbrother, you couldn’t wait to get out of there, move halfway across the globe just to never see his face again. 

It also didn’t help matters that you got situated in the room right next to his, even had to share a Jack and Jill bathroom with him. 

Now what you didn’t know was how Rafe’s feelings truly were towards you. How he only started bullying you because you made him feel some type of way that no other chick did, but you came from the wrong side of the island, so getting those feelings out in the form of cruelty only seemed natural to a guy such as him. You had no idea that it was actually you whom he thought about every time he jerked off on the other side of that incredibly thin wall you shared, or even that his wicked fascination with you only seemed to grow now that you were a part of the family. 

The impatient knocks were no use, so swiftly you swung the door to Rafe’s bedroom open. He was nowhere in sight, but before you could turn around to search for him in another place, the light that his computer monitor blared out into the space caught your eye.

Your vision however grew wide as soon as you saw the taboo tab that was open. It was porn, but not just any porn. The open page was littered with rows and rows of graphic videos that all fell under the stepsister search he had typed in. 

Frozen in your stance, you wanted to sprint out of there, though at the same time, some part of you wanted to inch closer and snoop further. 

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” a voice blared from behind you and caused you to jump.

Skittering away from the desk, you spotted the familiar buzzcut standing in the doorway. 

“I–, uh,” you swallowed and recalled the reason for your hunt, “my mom’s forcing me to go to that party at Topper’s tonight.”

“Okay, and?” he scoffed. 

“And so, because I don’t really do that sort of thing–”

“Because you’re a fucking loser who never gets invited.”

“Because I have better things to spend my Friday nights doing, your father wanted you to keep an eye on me and to make sure I got home safe.”

The only way you were gonna get through the night was if you got as wasted as possible.

Which is exactly what you ended up doing. 

When the clock chimed two, the raging headache you were developing from the blaring music convinced you to finally call it a night. You’d given it enough of a chance, enough experience to go home and state that partying simply wasn’t for you. 

But if you didn’t find the literal demon of a stepbrother and let him complete his end of the bargain, then maybe your mom wouldn’t believe you alone and force you to go to another. 

However, locating him turned out to be a much more difficult task than you’d thought. As you stumbled around the massive house, supporting your wobbly weight on the walls as you peeked into each of the rooms where some partygoers had migrated to, you soon dug your phone out of your jeans and dialled up his number. 

It was on the third attempted call that you finally stumbled into him. Sitting with a random blonde on his lap and the remnants of a mysterious white powder dusting the coffee table separating you from him. 

“There you are,” you grumbled, “I’ve been trying to call you!”

His expression turned sour as he noticed your presence, swiftly flipping his phone around as it layed on the table, though the caller ID that lit up the screen wasn’t of your name as your phone still buzzed in your palm to get through to him. Instead, it spelt out fleshlight in big bold letters. 

“So, you have,” he exhaled, “what do you want?” 

“I wanna go home,” you shoved your phone back in your pocket. 

“So, go home. What do you want my fucking permission? Are you that obsessed with me?”

“You have to take me home,” you reminded him, though when he began to laugh in your face, you shot back, “or you can just deal with your dad yourself when you get home. Your choice if you wanna keep being in his good graces or not.” 

That managed to shut him up. Though as he reluctantly pushed the blonde aside and got up from the couch, he muttered just loud enough for you to hear, “fucking prude,” like a curse on the wind just before he marched passed you and grabbed a hold of your arm to drag you with him. 

“Ow, Rafe, you’re hurting me!” you tried to tear yourself free of his grip. 

“Oh, shut up you baby, no I’m not. You wanna feel what does hurt?” his long fingers then dug further into your flesh and caused it to actually ache, “this.”

As he pushed open the front door, you whined, “ow, please stop,” but when he finally did, he only traded the grasp out with a light shove to your shoulder, directing you further towards his parked car. 

When you were planted in the passenger seat with your gaze firmly fixed out the window as the dark streets rolled by, you crossed your arms and mumbled, “I hate you…” gaining enough courage from the dizzying alcohol ravaging your system to utter it out loud. 

“What was that?” Rafe cast a glance in your direction.

Twisting your neck to glare back at him, you hesitantly repeated, “I hate you,” though the faint flicker of bravery you’d acquired was snuffed out as swiftly as it ignited when you saw the smirk that bloomed on your stepbrother’s features. 

“Aw, don’t tell me that, princess,” he chuckled, “you’ll just make me hard.” 

Eyes widening, they briefly fluttered down to the crotch of his trousers before you blinked away, a reaction that was evidently satisfying enough for Rafe to cause him to keep going. 

“But you probably wouldn’t know what to do with it anyway.”

“I know what to do,” you said defensively, though regretted your humouring him as soon as the words slipped out past your lips. 

“Oh yeah? Just how would you know that? Everyone knows you’re a fucking virgin,” something he was to blame for, though that wasn’t a fact you ever had to know. You didn’t have to be aware of just how many times he had stopped guys from asking you out, just because he wanted you all to himself, “but are you secretly a perv, sis? Is that how you think you know what to do?”

“Don’t call me that,” you cringed lightly. 

“What? A perv? Or sis? Don’t you wanna be reminded that you’re my stepsister?”

“Not particularly...”

As the car curved into the driveway to Tanny Hill, an offer suddenly rolled off Rafe’s tongue. 

“You know, I could help you. Pop that little cherry for you,” he shrugged as if he didn’t seem out of his mind for what he was brashly uttering, “you desperately need it, that fucking stick up your ass makes you such a bitch to be around. But no one is gonna wanna bang you, I mean, maybe you could be kinda hot if you weren’t such a fucking loser, if you didn’t dress like a fucking pogue, but I don’t think anyone would commit social suicide like that. So, I’ll take care of it. Fix that problem for the good of everyone else.” 

Your mouth hung agape as the vehicle rolled to a stop, the sudden shift made you fear that your latest drink would come up again. 

Utterly stunned, you couldn’t form a single word as you stared back at him. 

“I mean, it’s what you want, isn’t it?” he went on, turning in his seat to gaze over at you, already undressing you with his eyes, “haven’t you always had the hots for me?”

“I–…” it felt as if the car was swaying around even though it stood completely still, “…I drank way too much tonight, and I think you might have as well.”

“You’re drunk?” darkness glinted in his eyes, “well, I honestly don’t know if I should be impressed or run inside and wake everyone up so you can get grounded for fucking ever,” he laughed. 

“No!” you gasped, “You can’t tell them, please! I–…” you felt tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes and blur up your already hazy vision, “fuck!” 

Leaning even further back in his seat, he cocked his head, “I mean, I could also keep it a secret…” the tip of his tongue mischievously slipped out to poke his lip, “for the right price, that is.”

“Seriously?” you glared back at him, “are you serious right now?”

Capturing your hand, he swiftly brought it to the palpable tent in his pants, “do I not seem serious?” his eyes narrowed ever so slightly to a squint. 

Your lips parted in shock, stare flickering away from his eyes to spot how he ever so slightly pressed your palm down against him. 

He was so hard that you could nearly feel his pulse through the fabric of his trousers. 

“I mean, really I’d be helping you out,” your gaze stayed glued to how his broad hand engulfed your own a moment longer before you glanced up to find his unwavering stare once more, “so you should really thank me for both keeping your secret and doing you such a massive favour…”

As a shaky breath escaped your lungs, you whispered once more, “I hate you…”

But the proclamation only conjured a smile to appear on his lips, “tell me again,” and he leaned in a bit closer.

“I hate y–,” but you didn’t get the last bit out as Rafe then crashed his lips against yours.

It took a second for you to react with anything other than a surprised whimper, but when you did, it was slow and cautious compared to his boldness. 

A string of saliva strung you together as he eventually parted from you. Offering himself a small caress, he pressed your palm down against him one last time before he let you go. His breathing was heavy as he momentarily let his thumb trace your bottom lip, briefly slipping it crudely in your mouth, before uttering, “get inside.”  

Why, after all of this time, after all of the pain and torture he alone made you go through, why did he still have to give you butterflies the way that he did?

It was your room that he led you to, a hand ever rooted on you as you made the journey. At first, you thought it was because he saw the way you occasionally stumbled over your own feet, but perhaps it was just in case you wanted to make a run for it, just a precaution, a safety net already halfway over you. 

“Take your clothes off,” he commanded in a cold tone as he shut the door behind you. 

“W-what?” you turned to look back at him.

Sitting down on the edge of your bed, he repeated, “take your clothes off,” though they came out sounding slightly impatient. 

He palmed himself through his pants as you slowly began to strip. Though as you’d shyly peeled your t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor, his voice halted you just as you began to undo your jeans. 

“Stop,” his voice cut the thick air like a knife, “turn around when you pull those down,” you twisted away from him as your thumbs sank into either side of the waistband, “and do it slowly,” he made you put on a show, ogling as you gradually revealed the curve of your ass, “that’s it…” he nearly moaned as your pants crumbles to the floor, “bra and panties too, princess. Unless of course, you’re backing out of our deal already.”

Clenching your jaw, you squeezed your eyes shut and shed the rest, ignoring his soft wolf whistles and crude comments as you exposed yourself. 

Slowly turning back around to face him, your hands were clasped before you out of sheer timidness and not knowing what to do with them. 

“You gonna stand over there all night?” he raised his chin slightly.

When your feet stood rooted right before his seated position on the bed, your hands began to fiddle as he pulled his shirt over his head and caused your pulse to somehow beat even harder than it already did. 

One of his palms then scooped up your stomach and briefly grabbed one of your tits before scooping you closer, “come here,” and utilised his leverage to toss you down on the bed beside him, “let me get a good look at you.” 

Grabbing for the bedsheets as the mattress momentarily bounced beneath your spine, you blinked up at Rafe as he sat next to you, twisting his form and craning down to near your core. 

You tried to clamber your legs shut, embarrassed for what his cruel reaction might be, but he was not only faster, but stronger than you, and grabbed a hold of your thighs. As he split you apart, his lips curled up into a grin. 

“Look at you… fuck,” he let out a short chuckle, “this is gonna be fun.” 

A gasp curled out of your frame as he then grazed his thumb over your folds, smearing some of the mortifying wetness that seeped out and made you feel even more intoxicated than you already were. He lightly spread you apart and studied intently your dripping pussy, how it looked, how it glistened and how your little hole twitched when he lightly circled your clit. 

“Oh, you like this, don’t you?” he rubbed your puffy pearl with a mean lightness that caused your hips to buck slightly, “you like it when your big stepbrother touches you like this?” but when you didn’t reply, he reached down and grabbed your jaw, angling it for you to meet his eye, “answer me.”

“I–… y-yes,” you quietly admitted, feeling as if you were in some strange dream. 

“Of course you do, you dirty little girl,” he bent down again to gaze at your pussy a little too close for your taste, “I knew you were a slut since the moment I met you.”

Letting go of your face, he then snaked his free hand down to give himself an ounce of relief. 

“You know, part of me doesn’t even wanna prep you with my fingers first,” he smirked and let his fingertips sweep down to tickle your entrance, “I like the idea of not stretching you out first and letting my cock do all the work, let it feel just how tiny and pure you are for me.” 

“But isn’t that gonna hurt?” your breath caught in your throat. Sure, you’d played with yourself nearly till your hands fell off, but that idea still managed to scare you. 

“God, I hope so,” he groaned and briefly leaned down to press a hot kiss to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and sloppily making out with it. 

When he then stood up and pulled his pants down, your jaw nearly hit the floor as well when you saw how thick his dick was. Fat and veiny, curving proudly up towards his abs. 

Seizing your hips, Rafe yanked you closer to where he stood, nearly letting your ass dangle over the edge of the mattress.

“Wait,” you suddenly reached out to touch his forearm as he gave himself a few lavish strokes, staring down at your cunt, comparing the obscene size of him to your puff, “what about a condom?” you squeaked as he flicked his leaking tip down to tap your core. 

Sucking in a fierce breath through his nose, he glared down at you and shot back, “what about you shut the fuck up and just be grateful,” before he sent his open palm down to smack your pussy. 

“Ah! I’m sorry, I just–, fuck!” you shuttered beneath him as he soothed the slap with the nudge of his length, rubbing it against you and teasing your cunt before he started sweeping it through your folds, nearly fucking your soppy slit, the tip of him kissing your little pearl on each silky advance.  

A dollop of spit dropped from his lips and joined the mess he already tickled at between your parted legs. 

“It’s too big…” you murmured as you stared down at how his fat girth parted your pretty petals, though the observation only conjured a smile on Rafe’s lips, “maybe you could just put the tip in?” you tried through your foggy mind, “that would still count.”

A rumbling chuckle bubbled out of him as he stared down at the two of you together, “just the tip…” his movements then grew more erratic as he slid through your folds, “is that all you think your little virgin cunt can handle?” shy gasps escaped you every time he deliberately let his cock catch at your opening, “just the tip?” 

As he slowly pressed just the flush head of his length in to breach your entrance, your brows crinkled up at the mind-numbing stretch. 

“Like that, baby?” he only moved ever so slightly, “is that all you think you can handle?” and you nodded foggily in return. But as you let your eyes flutter shut and breathed through the staggeringly wonderful sensation, Rafe’s voice once again washed over you, “nah,” like a splash of cold water while you were licking up warm sun rays, “that’s not good enough. This is,” and he then slammed the entirety of his length into you.

Your eyes instantly shot back open and your legs curled up even further on either side of you at the shock. 

“What?” he cooed at you mockingly as he slowly dragged his dick back out for just the memory to remain, “does it hurt?”

You were a blubbering and cursing mess, trembling beneath him as your pussy tried to accommodate him.

“Come on, princess,” he bent down over you and let his nose ghost against yours, “tell me that it hurts.”

“It h-hurts,” you whimpered as his hot breath fanned across your blazing cheeks. 

It did sting, a lot, but though you hated to admit it, a part of you loved it, a part of you sank even further into the pit of pleasure he so slowly dunked you into. 

“Tell me that it’s too big for you,” he nuzzled his nose against yours as he plugged you back up. 

Your body shook beneath his every time he moved as much as a millimetre inside you, “i-it’s too big.” 

Letting out a low moan of satisfaction, he then leaned down to press his lips to yours, stealing your breath away even further. 

You tried, but couldn’t really focus on kissing him back, not that he seemed to mind much as he moaned into your mouth, soon letting his sloppy kisses dance over your cheek and down your neck, letting hickeys bloom in his wake and mark up your skin like a brand.

As he sucked down on the spot where your pulse went wild beneath the skin, his hips drove against yours harder, causing them to collide in a sticky smack, as well as letting the tip of him bully the deepest part of you. He didn’t just do it once, but kept it up as he enjoyed the little squeaks you let out every time he bumped against your cervix. 

Kissing his way back up to your lips, he only offered them the briefest of pecks before raising himself off of you, just ever so slightly, and one by one, grabbed your already wide-spread legs and rested each one of them onto his broad shoulders, efficiently folding you in half. 

“H-holy shit,” you panted as the mattress rippled beneath you at every one of his rough thrusts, “Rafe–”

“Yeah?” he smirked down at your melted form, the vein in his forehead popping from the strain, “are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum on your big bro’s dick?” one of his hands swept up to squeeze your tit, then gave it a swift tap before growling, “come on, princess. I can feel you squeezing me so fucking tight. Do it, I fucking dare you. Be a good girl and cum on my cock.”

You almost screamed as you tumbled over the edge, your head curling to the side to hide yourself in the crumbled duvet beneath you as your pussy gushed all over his fat girth. 

“Oh, fuck,” Rafe croaked as he straightened back up to get a good view. Pulling out of you, he briefly flicked his dick through your folds to urge more of your nectar to leak out, before he slid it back inside and asked in amazement, “you ever squirted before?” 

Trembling from the overstimulation, your eyes rolled in your skull as you shakily mumbled, “maybe twice, I think.”

“Such a good fucking slut,” he growled proudly, “squirting all over me like a proper whore. Just look at you,” his grip dented your thighs as he pressed them further down against the bed, “you’re already a pretty little cockdrunk mess.”

“I–, I–,” you blubbered as you felt drool begin to trickle down your cheek. 

“Oh, fuck,” he then groaned, glancing down at where he split you apart, “hold your legs back,” he requested, though had to help your sluggish hands find their way, “look at this, baby,” he scooped a palm behind your head and ushered you to spot what he had noticed. Splaying a wide hand over the lower part of your stomach, he traced the faint bulge that rhythmically appeared, “sure as fuck not a virgin anymore, are you? Fucking ruining that perfect little pussy of yours. Now that’s how you pop a fucking cherry. Aren’t you happy I was in such a charitable mood tonight?” he then pressed down on the imprint rudely, the overwhelming sensation causing your pussy to drizzle a little more around him, “aren’t you, sis?”

“Yes,” you mewled, feeling as if you were floating on a cloud and not getting your guts rearranged. 

“You’d let me do anything I’d fucking want, wouldn’t you?” he smirked down at your dazed form. 

“Y-yes,” the word flowed out of you, though you couldn’t quite comprehend all of his dirty talk any longer. 

“Hold on,” he briefly slowed down and stretched over to reach a small apprentice obscured and hidden in all of the cluttered decor on your nearby dresser. Turning it in his hand, he pointed the discrete camera down to film you, “say it again,” he picked his pace back up, “tell me that you’ll let me do anything I want to you.”

“Anything,” the words bubbled out through your moans, “anything you want.” 

“Say that you’re my little slut.”

“I’m yours–, I-I’m your s-slut.”

Tilting the hidden camera down to get a few close-ups, his voice then seeped into you once more, “now tell me again that you hate me.” 

One of your hands fluttered down and began to rub your puffy clit.

“I hate you.”

“Again,” he reached down to give your left nipple a harsh pinch.

“I hate you.”

“Keep going, princess.” 

And the more times the phrase flowed out past your lips, the more it began to lose its meaning and morph into just another sound, one that was almost akin to the complete opposite kind of proclamation. 

Just like you barely noticed when Rafe dug out the hidden camera, so too did you miss it when he put it back down, obscured somewhere among your things, possibly not even the only one. 

When you came once again, Rafe didn’t so much as pause when you creamed around his cock and drenched the sheets beneath you that much further.

“There you fucking go,” he sent a palm down to smack the sensitive skin on your inner thigh, “god, you’re so hot. I can’t believe you actually let me do this,” he grinned as your fingers stretched out to graze his wild hips, trying and failing to slow him down, “you’re such a little freak,” he glanced down at the ring of your essence that marked the base of his throbbing cock, “so fucking nasty for your stepbrother. I bet you’d even let me keep using you after you fall asleep. I mean, who’s to say I haven’t already,” he chuckled, “you’re so fucking cute when you sleep. No annoying remarks, no dumb comments… I think I might prefer you that way…” his slamming grew sloppy as he soon moaned, “fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Pull out,” you begged through your hazy pants. 

And just when you thought he wouldn’t respect your wishes, he yanked out and furiously stroked himself before your winking and wrecked hole as it slowly retraced from the severe stretch. Moaning loudly, he swiftly painted your pussy with his load, getting it all over your puffy petals till he was panting above you. One hand rested on your thigh as he brushed the sensitive head of his cock over the cream, messily tapping the hefty weight of him against your aching clit and making you jump a few times as he smeared it in. 

Throwing himself down on the bed beside you, he let out a long sigh and said, “you’re welcome.”

You felt like you couldn’t move, like you might never be able to move again. Your breath still came in ragged as the only thing you could focus on was the sore throbbing centred at your core, that blossomed out through the rest of your nerves. 

“Well,” Rafe huffed as he soon lifted himself up to a sitting position, “night,” and without another word, slipped out through your shared bathroom into his own bedroom. 

“I can’t believe they made you take me,” you grumbled as you watched Rafe shadow you in the clothing store, “I could have just gone to the mall on my own.”

“You don’t have a car though–, also, why are you the one complaining? I’m the one being forced to go fucking shopping with you of all people.”

Somehow, for some mysterious reason, since you’d moved into Tanny Hill, your collection of underwear had shrivelled down till you barely had enough to get you through the week. Guess that was the price you had to pay for letting someone else do your laundry, though you’d always assumed it would more just be a single sock that commonly vanished in the wash…

When you dipped into the fitting room to try a few of the gathered options on, you only managed to test out two of them before the curtain slid back open and you swiftly scrambled to cover yourself.

“Rafe!” you let out a hushed screech, “what do you think you’re–”

“Try these on,” he handed you a wide stack of hangers. It wasn’t just underwear dangling from them, but also some clothing, though all of it way too revealing than you were used to. 

Glancing down at them, you refused to grasp the items and simply stated in a clear tone, “no.” 

Letting out a low sigh, he then turned to close the curtain back up before he twisted back to face you, “do you need me to have a little talk with your mom and my dad?” he took a few steps towards you, slowly pushing you into the corner by the tall mirror.

Glaring back at him through your pout, you huffed, “no…” 

You stayed in the corner as he then hung the clothing up on the hooks before taking a seat on the small stool where your purse was resting before he swept it to the floor. 

“Are you just gonna sit there and watch?”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, “it’s boring as shit out there. At least in here, I might get a moderate amount of entertainment.”

Rolling your eyes, you reluctantly began to try the attire on. 

“I hate thongs,” you muttered as you tugged a pair into place over your hip, trying not to catch your stepbrother’s stare as his gaze wandered from your reflection to the perfect view he had of your backside. 

“I recall you hate a lot of things you still don’t hesitate to jump on.”

“Whatever,” you sighed, “you have your fun, enjoy this little fashion show, but I’m sure as hell not getting any of these.”

“Well, good,” he uttered demeaningly, “because I’m buying them for you.”

Catching his eye in the mirror, you told him, “I’m still not wearing them. You can’t make me.” 

“Yeah,” he puffed out a smirk, “we’ll see about that,” and then tore his gaze away from you to gesture to one of the hangers, “try that dress on, but keep the pink thong on underneath, only the thong though.” 

You had to shut your eyes in annoyance a moment before you fulfilled his request, soon standing before him in a scantily cut, pastel mini dress, crafted in a fabric so thin that you could see the faint shadow of your nipples poking through them, especially after they’d turned all pebbly after Rafe had torn that privacy curtain to the side. 

“You happy now?” you turned to face him and propped your hands on either side of your hips. 

“Hm,” he cockily pursed his lips as his gaze studied you, “I was right…”

Your brows stayed furrowed till you watched his palm slide down to squeeze himself through his shorts. 

“What are you doing?” you hissed, eyes growing wide. 

“You do look hot in normal clothes.”

“I don’t think any of this is normal…”

“I think it’s time you learned how to suck a cock,” he suddenly announced, eyes still glued to the dress’ low neckline as he unzipped his slacks. 

“Rafe…” you breathed. 

His eyes flickered up to find yours, “get on your knees,” he tilted his head, “come on, princess. You’ll love it, trust me.” 

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summary: sometimes family is a boy, a girl and her snoopy plushie. sometimes appendixes and lost cars try to get between that.

format: social meadia au

a/n: the reader’s f1 team is never specified in this! so it is completely open to interpretation.

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ynraces in order:

1. Snoopy triying to find my car (is in the sea somewhere idk)

2. Some guy I picked up otw (he only spoke about some surgery he had(? weird)

3. That guy winning his 3rd GP!!! (apparently hes like a driver or something, super cool!! love him and his big brown bambi eyes!!!)

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carlossainz55 Love you too❤️❤️

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user1 Did Snoopy find it?

ynraces yes and he sent it to Japan already, baby is efficient

user2 I just let out a scream of relief

user3 omg so glad youre gonna race

landonorris Don’t pick weirdos off the street🤮

ynraces ur just jealous it wasn’t you picking him up u ugly

landonorris 💔💔 Carlos say something

carlossainz55 Ay don’t be too mean to Landito

ynraces whatever you say beautiful🫡

user4 I cant wait for Japan and pray for a podium with Carlos and Yn😞 They deserve it

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 P1 and a special thanks to the beautiful Yn, can’t imagine what recovery would have looked like without her inconditional support. I’m gutted she couldn’t race this time, but we’re coming stronger next time. Te amo, mi reina❤️

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ynraces Te amo mucho🥹❤️

carlossainz55 yo más guapísima

user1 a single post for yn, this is so cuteee

user2 this man doesnt have a contract for next year so he WILL be simping for his rival on main, ferrari be damned

scuderiaferrari 🫶🏽❤️!

user2 oh hi

charles_leclerc Wow not a single comment about Snoopy, so sad, what would Yn think

ynraces didn’t even notice😞 I let the compliments fool me

charles_leclerc You are the worst parents

carlossainz55 Snoppy got his thanks in the hospital, stop inventing!!!!

ynraces HAHAHAHAH

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a/n: hope you liked this!! I wish I had an explanation for this plot but there is nothing, just vibes and snoopy

[cynical-ghost]

Hi could you write an ollie bearman x lewis hamiltons daughter!reader fc ( nico parker) where theyve been secretly dating for a year and only friends and family know and the internet finds out when they are seen together ect social media au please :)

CAUGHT OUT

Pairing: Ollie Bearman x Hamilton!reader

Genre: fluff, smau- Social media

Warning(s): use of Yn, language?

Synopsis: you and Ollie have been dating for a year now, you had agreed to keep your relationship a secret from the media and your families agreed. You had been so careful…

YnHforeal

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YnHforeal pictures my bestie takes Vs My dad 😐, who taught this man to take pictures My God!

LewisHamilton I never said I was a photographer🙄

YnHforeal the only thing that is saving you rn is your fashion sense

LewisHamilton you think I have fashion sense 🥹 you’ve never said that before

YnHforeal Mum Pick me up I’m scared…

Yourmum Lewis, stop scaring our daughter 🧍‍♀️🫵

LewisHamilton 🤐

Yourbff BEAUTIFUL

Yourbff GORGEOUS

Yourbff ON MY KNEES FOR YOU BABYGIRL🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Slut4yn I need a friend like this 😭

Ynismymother don’t we all😭

OllieBearman

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OllieBearman 🍽️💪

OlliesNo1fan A FEMALE???

User25 does anyone know who she is?? I’ve never seen her before!!

User12 is this a soft launch???!!!

User15 no way Ollie is softlaunching rn

Gossip_grid If anyone has any information on this post please Dm us 🫶

User14 you need to keep your nose out of other peoples business 🙄

Motheryn IKR!! They always snooping around racers personal lives

User76 I have some info

Gossip_grid

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Gossip_grid After F2 driver Ollie Bearman’s last instagram post that many suggested was a soft launch with an unknown woman, we were sent these photos of Ollie and the unknown woman. Have you got any idea who she could be? Let us know in the comments! ❤️

Motheryn you need to respect drivers privacy, it’s disgusting to beg for content 🙄

User15 Maybe it’s Yn?!?!

User12 Nah, they have been friends since they were little. It’s got to be that girl who was in the paddock the other week!

User24 That was debunked, that girl is Kimi’s girlfriend.

OLLIEB972 does anyone think that girl kinda looks like Yn Hamilton?

User03 but Yn has curly hair?

User30 ever heard of a hair straightener? 😂

User03 oh shit, I feel so dumb rn 😭😭 I totally forgot🤐

User30😂😭😂

YnHforeal

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YnHforeal Happy birthday to me 🤗🎉🥳

LewisHamilton They get old so fast😭

Youmother keep it together man! She is only 19🙄

LewisHamilton but she just my little girl🥹

Yourmother 😐

Yourmother MY BEAUTIFUL BABY! You have been the light of my life since we found out you were just a little bean in my tummy. For the last 19 years you have grown into a beautiful young woman and you have your whole life ahead of you xxx

YnHforeal Mumma 😭😭😭

YnHforeal you made me cry 😭

Yourmother don’t cry baby, your friends are waiting.

Yourbff don’t worry Mrs Hamilton, she’s in good hands 😉

User12 what does that mean!!!

OllieBearman HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎂 🎉🫶

YnHforeal THANK YOU 🙏🫶💋

OLLIEB972 👀

User15👀

User24👀

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Drama_paddock Yn Hamilton and Ollie bearman seen on what seems to be a romantic date the day after Hamiltons 19th birthday!

User12 WTF OMG

User21 they are so cute omfg !!! ❤️

User30 aww, now give them some privacy

OllieBearman

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OllieBearman Girlfriend?

YnHforeal Boyfriend?

User15 OMFG ITS REAL !!

OLLIEB972 now that’s what I’m talkin bout💕

Yourbff You guys are so cute, please don’t make me be third wheel for another year 😭

User29 A YEAR

User02 THEY HAVE BENE TOGETHER FOR A YEAR!!

Motheryn WTF A YEAR-

LewisHamilton 👀🫵

OllieBearman 🫶🫵👩

[therealcocoshady]

Are you still taking requests if not by past this

Lilly (Marshall’s daughter) has a recital that she invited him to but for obvious reasons (him being a celebrity) he isn’t able to go so Lilly is upset and Marshall is kinda bummed and he try’s to make it up to her

« Just Daddy » - Eminem One Shot

Author’s note : THANK YOU for your request ! I am so in love with the Lily/Marshall duo ! If ay of you guys have any requests about this… PLEASE keep them coming, because they make my heart full ! (Also, it is the perfect opportunity for some cute and comforting fluff !!!) 

MARSHALL’S POV 

Marshall usually needed a very good reason to interrupt a studio session, especially if it was one with Dre. In that case, he had interrupted a studio session with Dre, Fifty and Snoop, which could only mean one thing : there was an emergency. In that case, the emergency was Lily��s first big ballet recital, which he couldn’t attend. In truth, he could easily have rescheduled his trip to LA to record a feature and produce a few tracks for Fifty’s latest album, but he couldn’t have attended the recital in person anyway. So far, he had managed to attend the smaller representations, but since this very recital involved most of the art schools in Detroit, with a bit of press coverage involved, he couldn’t take the risk of causing any problems. So instead, he had his wife FaceTime him, so that he would not miss the whole thing.

The sight would make anyone raise an eyebrow : four hip-hop legends sitting in front of an iPad, watching a five year-old’s ballet recital. 

Which one’s yours, man ? Snoop asked. 

Here, Marshall said proudly. Front and center. 

He lovingly watched his baby dance on stage, dressed as a little mouse (or was it supposed to be a cat ?) In a tiny pink tutu. He arbored the brightest smile upon noticing his good his baby was doing. And, being totally objective, she was the one shining the brightest ! When the performance ended and his wife ended the call, he reluctantly turned off the iPad. He had been gone for a whole week and he was gutted to miss such a big event for Lily. So far, in spite of his hectic schedule, he had been able to attend all the major events for her, showing up whenever he could, whether it was school activities or dance performances. 

You good, bro ? Fifty asked. 

Yeah, yeah, he shrugged. 

Missing the family ? Dre chimed in. 

… Yeah, he admitted. I’m usually able to be there for these things. 

We could have rescheduled, you know ? Snoop said. This shit’s important. I’d never miss my grandchildren’s things. 

I know, Marshall replied. I would have. But it’s a fairly big city event, there’s press and I can’t show up like that. You can’t have Eminem ruining a children’s performance by causing a riot or whatever… I wouldn’t have been able to attend anyway, so I might as well work, you know ? 

The press still don’t know about your kid, right ? Dre asked. 

Nope, he said with a smile. Best kept secret in the country, so far. 

Drake’s meat gets leaked on the Internet and meanwhile, you have a family the world knows nothing about, Fifty mused with a grin. 

It’s better this way, Marshall shrugged. Lily’s living the life I always wanted for my eldest : I can give her everything and she doesn’t have to deal with the whole « being Eminem’s daughter » craze. And Y/N doesn’t have do deal with the attention either. 

Not bad, Dre conceded. We all know you love your privacy. 

And how you get crazy when it comes to your kids’ lives, Fifty added. 

They never asked for the bullshit, Marshall simply said. And I swear to God, if Lily’s face ever gets leaked to the press, you guys will have to visit me in jail. 

The others all chuckled. He had always been a protective father but it was even worse when it came to Lily. Rightfully so, though : when the eldest were growing up, attention was a bit easier to avoid. But now, with social media, his baby could become viral in a matter of hours, with no hope for his team to be able to kill the story by bribing the press or threatening to sue. Even now that Alaina, Hailie and Stevie were grown up, they were always dealing with the consequences of having a famous dad, and he wanted to avoid that for his youngest. The less she knew, the better. As far as she was concerned, her Dad made music she didn’t really care about (who was Eminem to compete with Disney princesses and puppies anyway ?) and she had no idea of the magnitude of things. Most of the time, he was able to go places with her and, on the rare occasion people walked up to him, she just assumed it was people he knew. He was also lucky that, so far, she hadn’t really batted an eye when it came to the security officers that discreetly accompanied them. 

They slowly went back to their recording session, the conversation shifting to the others’ kids, then going back to what brought them to Dre’s studio in the first place : music. A few hours later, he was getting ready for dinner, while FaceTiming Y/N. 

We miss you here, she said. 

I miss you girls too, he admitted. Three days and I’m back home. Is Lily with you ? I want to congratulate her. 

In her room, his wife said. She… doesn’t want to talk to you.

What do you mean she doesn’t want to talk to me ?! He asked. What’s wrong ? The performance was good, she was amazing on stage… What went wrong ? 

You weren’t there to hug her when she walked off stage, like you usually are, Y/N explained. She’s upset. She was a mess for fifteen minutes and Hailie had to bribe her with ice cream. 

Shit, he sighed. 

I told her you had to work, she explained with tears in her eyes. But yes… That was a hard. 

Babe… Are you crying ? He asked. 

Don’t worry, she said with a smile. I’m tired and hormonal. Blame it on the babies you put in me. 

How are my sons, by the way ? He asked with a soft smile.

Your possible sons are making their mom’s life a nightmare, she laughed. If I could, I would sleep all the time. And I don’t sleep as well when you’re not in bed with me. 

A few more nights and I’ll be able to cuddle the shit out of you, he said reassuringly. And I’ll stay home for the rest of your pregnancy. 

It’s fine, she said with a yawn. I’m only nine weeks pregnant. I can manage. 

I can’t wait to tell everyone we’re having two more babies, he said. We talked kids with the guys and I swear… Keeping it a secret is harder than I thought it would be. I’m so excited for my sons. 

Possible sons, she giggled. I have to go and put Lily to bed. Say hi to everyone for me, will you ? 

Sure, he replied. Tell Lily I love her ? I’ll try and call tomorrow morning, ok ? 

Of course, Y/N said. I should warn you though… She’s really upset. And she has her Daddy’s temper, too. 

Fuck, babe, can you… Can you try and get her to talk to me ? Please ? 

He could see Y/N open the door to Lily’s room and ask her if she wanted to say hi to him before bed but he heard his daughter’s voice say « No. He wasn’t here, I’m not talking to him ». These two sentences were enough to break his heart, nearly making him sick. He could see his wife looking annoyed and upset, mouthing a silent « I’m sorry » to the camera. They exchanged a few more words and « I love you » to each other and they ended the call. 

It took about thirty seconds for Marshall to make up his mind : screw dinner, screw work, he was flying home. When he decided to adopt Lily, he promised himself to love her, care for her and never do anything to hurt her, and there was no way he would stay in LA while knowing his baby was sad because of him. What kind of father and husband would that make him, leaving his hormonal pregnant wife to pick up his slack ? In five minutes, he packed everything he had in the guest bedroom he occupied at Dre’s house and went downstairs, carrying his bag. 

Ready for dinner ? Dre asked before seeing he had his bag in hand. Oh… 

Sorry man, he said. I have to fly home. 

Anything wrong ? His mentor asked. 

Upset daughter, exhausted pregnant wife, guilty me, he summed up. 

Pregnant wife, huh ? 

Shit. Wasn’t supposed to tell you, he chuckled. But, yeah. Twins. 

Congrats, man, Dre said as he dapped him. Alright. Go back to the family, we’ll pick up sometimes soon. 

Sure, he said. Thanks. Dinner’s on me, I already put my card down at the restaurant. Say bye to the guys for me. 

I should have known you’d fly home, Dre grinned. 

Why ? Marshall chuckled. 

Because it’s Lily, Dre replied. As far as you’re concerned, it’s her world and we’re all living in it. 

Ten minutes later, he was in the car, begging an annoyed Paul to arrange for the jet to fly him back to Detroit as soon as possible. The manager tried to argue with him about his schedule and how late it was but he knew him well enough to know that there was no convincing him to stay in California any longer. Six hours later, in the middle of the night, he crossed the threshold to his house, his heart warming up at the sight of his family’s things scattered all over the place. Evidently, Y/N had had her arms full with Lily in the past week and he couldn’t help but wonder how they would manage once the twins would be born. He usually preferred tidy spaces, by far, but the realization that the mess was caused by his growing, loving family put a smile on his face. He let his bags in the foyer and went to the bedroom, where he found Y/N fast asleep in one of his tee-shirts, hugging his pillow. He got undressed and tried not to wake her up, though he failed miserably as she jumped as soon as she felt the dip in the mattress. 

Hey beautiful, he said softly. It’s just me. 

You’re home ? She asked with a confused expression on her face. 

It’s 90°F in California but the bed was too cold without you, he said with a smile. I was missing home. 

She immediately engulfed him in a hug and he took in her lovely scent as he returned the embrace. One week without the love of his life was too much. He sniffed and noticed something different. His cologne. On her. 

Missed me ? He asked with a grin. 

Oh, shut up, Y/N said as she rolled her eyes. You know I need a big if you you to fall asleep. 

I see, he said with a smile. Enjoy the tee-shirt, babe. Soon, you’ll be too fat to put my clothes on. 

And you’ll have to sleep on the couch to give my fat ass some space in bed, she giggled. 

No way, he chuckled with a shake of his head. We’re sleeping together until the end of this pregnancy. The four of us. 

He placed a loving hand on his wife’s stomach. She wasn’t really showing yet, but he could swear it was just a tiny bit rounder than when he had left. Or maybe he was simply too excited. Y/N laid back down and he kissed her tenderly before kissing her stomach as well. 

Hey guys, he said softly. I’m home. Thanks for taking care of your Mama for me. 

They’re beating the shit out of me, she giggled before yawning. Between fatigue and morning sickness, work and taking care of Lily, I’m a mess. Haven’t had the time to clean up much. 

I saw that, he replied with a smile. I’ll take care of Lily and the mess tomorrow, you just rest, alright ? 

Ok, she said before kissing him. I think Lily’s going to be pleased to see you. 

You think ? He asked anxiously. 

She’s mad but she’ll get over it eventually, she shrugged. 

How mad are we talking, exactly ? 

« The time you forgot our anniversary » mad, I think, she chuckled. 

Any chance the Hermès bag works for Lily as well ? He joked. 

You’re not getting our five year-old a designer bag, she warned. And you know what got you forgiven wasn’t the bag, or any of the other thousand fancy presents you bought to suck up to me that day. 

I know, he chuckled. I’ll find a way to make it up to her. Hopefully it doesn’t involve watching Frozen again. 

You’re on your own with this one, buddy, Y/N said. If I have to sing « Let it go » one more time, I am jumping out of the window. 

Buddy ? He asked. One week away from you and I’ve been downgraded from « My love » to « Buddy » ? 

Make up for your absence and we’ll see, homie. 

You’re lucky I slept on the jet and I’m all energized, he grinned before pulling her to him. 

Safe to say they didn’t sleep much that night, making up for the time spent apart. Y/N was fast to blame the horniness on the hormones and he couldn’t help but think to himself that, if that was true, he would have a lot of fun in the upcoming months. After the deed was done, though, she immediately fell asleep in his arms. She did seem exhausted and it was probably a good thing that he was back, so that she could rest as much as possible. A glance at the clock and he noticed that it was almost 8:00. Lily’s wake up time. And time for him to make amends to his baby girl. He put on some clothes and made his way to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. He was putting everything on a tray, ready to bring it to her bedroom when the doorbell rang, the florist delivering the huge bouquet he had ordered just in time. Bouquet in one hand, tray I the other, he went up the stairs and knocked on the door with his foot before entering. 

Daddy ! Lily said as soon as she saw him. 

Hey bug, he said with a smile. 

She was sitting up in bed, in her pink PJs, her hair still in the bun she wore for the representation. A smile passed on his baby’s face, before being quickly replaced by a frown. Almost as if she suddenly remembered that she was mad at him. Y/N could say what she wanted, that she took a lot after his personality (which was not wrong) she was so her mother. Thankfully, fifty years of life, countless girlfriends and four daughters had taught him a lot when it comes to charm offensive. 

Thought you’d enjoy breakfast in bed, today, he said. Got you some flowers, too. Do you know what they are ? 

Lilies, she said with a smile - and he could see she was trying hard to conceal it. Like me.

That’s right, baby, he grinned. You did amazing at your recital, you know ? Made me proud. 

You missed the recital, Daddy  she said. 

I know, bug, he said as he put the tray and the bouquet on her bedside table. But Mommy FaceTimed me and I still watched you dance, you know ? 

You did ? She asked. 

Of course, he replied. Wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Uncle Dre, Uncle Fifty and Snoop watched with me, too. 

But it’s not the same, she pointed out. 

I know, he said. Mommy told you I had to work, right ? 

She nodded with a small pout and mumbled something about him usually never working on Saturdays. At five years old, she wasn’t exactly a baby anymore and she was perfectly capable of sensing when things weren’t usual. Seeing the sadness and disappointment in her eyes broke his heart. He sighed and sat on the edge of her bed.

Want to eat, bug ? He asked. I made your favorite pancakes. 

Ok, she said, still frowning. 

You’re mad at me, huh ? 

She nodded as she started eating. He sighed, not sure what he could say. His wife giving him the silent treatment when she was mad at him wasn’t enjoyable, but having your five year-old do it was a nightmare. 

I’m really sorry, he said. 

Will you come to the next year’s ? She asked. 

I… uh… maybe, he said. 

Obviously, this wasn’t the desired answer. She stared at him with her big blue eyes, as if she was giving him an opportunity to correct his answers. He scratched his throat and realized that it was probably time to have a talk about him possibly having to miss some events. 

Look, bug, I might not be able to make it to next year’s recital if it’s a big event, he explained. 

Why ? She asked. You don’t want to see me on the stage ? 

No, no, it’s not that, baby, he said reassuringly. I always want to see you on stage. No one is more proud of you than I am. I want to show up to all of your recitals, but sometimes, there’s a lot of people. 

So ? 

So… You know I make music, right ? He asked. You know that’s my job, and that’s how I make money ?

Yes, she said. In the studio. With the big words I can’t say. 

That’s right, he nodded. Well… A lot of people listen to my music. 

They do ? She asked with a raised eyebrow. 

The side-eye almost made him chuckle. With his level of fame, it would be easy for him to get big-headed but, thankfully, having children usually did a great job in keeping you humble. Rap God or not, his kids usually weren’t too impressed. It had taken years for his eldest to start showing an interest in his music, and Lily was no different. 

They do, he nodded. I’m sort of… famous. So a lot of people know me. You know, the places where we usually go, a lot of people wave and say hi ? 

Yes, she said. 

They’re not my friends, he said. They know me from my music. 

Ok, she said, still not seeing what he was getting at. 

Usually, people are very nice to me, and it’s not a big deal, but if I turn up at a big event, a lot of people might come and talk to me. Like… A lot of people, he explained. And if I show up to one of your big events where the press is, people are going to take pictures and if they see you with me, they might start bugging you. 

Really ? She asked. 

Yes. And, as your Dad, it’s my job to be there for you, but a most important part of the job is to make sure that no one bothers you, he added. So, if you have these big events, I’m super proud of you, and I want to be there but, sometimes, I’m going to have to watch from somewhere else. I will always try to show up, and I can do it if it’s small events for school and stuff, but big events with thousands of people is a bit harder.

Oh. Ok, she said with a hint of disappointment. 

But no matter if I’m here or not, I’m always super proud of you, you know ? And I never want to make you sad, he added. 

So, it’s not that you like work more ? She asked with pleading eyes. 

Of course not, bug, he said as he stroked her cheek. Work will never be more important than you. Never. 

Ok, she said with an understanding face. 

Are you still mad at me ? He asked. 

No, she shrugged. But I’m still sad. 

Let me make it up to you, ok ? He suggested. How about we spend the day together, just the two of us ? We can do whatever you want. 

She nodded with a sly smile and, deep down, though he was relieved to see her smile, he knew he was doomed. And, indeed, she made him go through the labour of Hercules. They went to walk Winky, the corgi they got her for her fifth birthday and then, she wanted to go for some ice cream. She knew full well she wouldn’t be allowed to have it so soon after breakfast, but she reminded him that he said they could do « whatever she wanted », while making puppy eyes at him. He obliged and took her to her favorite ice cream place, at the mall. Thankfully, it was Sunday so there weren’t a lot of people around. The two security guards, dressed in regular civilian clothes so as not to attract attention, were almost unnecessary. It was one of the perks of living in Detroit : not as many people as NYC or LA, no paparazzis, not so many tourists and, mostly, people either didn’t recognize him (perks of dressing with regular, inexpensive clothes for everyday life) or treated him as part of the scenery. He knew full well that, if he had lived elsewhere, everyone would know about his marriage, him adopting Lily and his wife being pregnant. Thankfully, though, he was able to maintain a private family life and prayed that it would remain this way for as long as possible. At the mall, they saw a poster for Taylor Swift’s album and Lily was really excited. 

Daddy, when you say you’re famous… Do you mean like her ? Lily asked. 

Yes, he said. Kind of like her. A bit more. I’ve been doing this for a long time, you know ? Longer than her.

Because you’re old ? She asked. 

Older, he grimaced. 

Mommy says you’re old, she pointed out with a giggle. 

Well I’m going to have to have a talk with Mommy, he said as he rolled his eyes. 

Lily ended up dragging him to what seemed to be every single store of the mall. Ice cream shop. Build A Bear. Clothing stores. Toy stores. They finally went home after he spent an ungodly amount of money but the smile on Lily’s face was worth it. However, the day was still young and his daughter was clearly not done. Once they were home, she insisted on having a princess tea party with him and the two bears they made at the mall, so he found himself on the floor of her bedroom, drinking juice in a teacup while she applied makeup on his face. He inspected himself in the mirror. 

Are you sure that’s the exact same way you had your makeup done for your dance recital ? He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

Yes, she nodded. Just like that. But I had whiskers because I was a mouse.

Mmmh, ok, he said as he tried to hold a chuckle. I need the whiskers then. 

When his wife came to see them, she burst out laughing as soon as she saw him. 

Are you guys having fun ? She asked with a grin. 

Time of our lives, he said sarcastically. Right Lily ? 

Yes, she said. Daddy said we can do whatever I want today. 

Is that so ? Y/N asked. Looks like Daddy should be more careful with his words. 

Aren’t I the prettiest princess in all the land ? Marshall asked. 

Yes my love, she giggled. Though I believe a princess would have a proper manicure. 

Mommy can I have your nail polish for Daddy ?! Lily suddenly exclaimed. 

I’ll bring it right away, Y/N said with an evil grin. 

I can divorce you. I have my lawyer on speed-dial, he warned - but she was already gone. 

Of course, Y/N just had to join the fun and get in on the torture. He loudly complained but, in truth, he was too happy to see the smiles on the faces of two of his favorite girls as they did his nails. 

Starting to miss Dre’s house ? Y/N asked. 

Missed you girls too much, he said. I don’t think I could get such an… artsy manicure in California. 

Do you like it, Daddy ? Lily asked proudly. 

Oh, sure, he said. I never thought my cuticles could use sparkly nail polish all over them, but I was clearly missing out. 

You’ll be so pretty for tonight, his daughter said. 

Tonight ? He asked. 

Your daughters are coming for dinner, Y/N said. I didn’t tell them you’re back, it’ll be a nice surprise. Especially if they see you like this. 

No way in hell, he chuckled. 

Not even the nails ? Lily asked with puppy eyes. But you said…

Maybe the nails can stay, he sighed. 

They spent the rest of the day as a family of three and, just when he thought he had dodged a bullet, Lily begged them to watch Frozen. Again. And just like every parent bullied by the smiles and supplication of their little one, they obliged. Y/N fell asleep on Marshall’s shoulder and Lily sang along to Let It Go while coloring his tattoos with highlighters. 

I missed you, Daddy, she said. I’m happy you’re home. 

I’m happy to be home, he said. I missed you too, bug. 

I’m having fun today, she added. 

I’m glad, he chuckled. 

In the evening, the whole family was reunited for dinner and no one missed Marshall’s elegant manicure. This brought back memories for Alaina and Hailie, who used to beg him to do his makeup. Being a girl Dad for about thirty years, he’d certainly had his fair share of tea parties and home spa sessions. He absolutely loved having daughters, though, and if that’s what it took to put a smile on their faces, he would happily endure hours of this. However, he wondered what it would be like, having boys in the house. He was absolutely positive the twins were boys - no specific reason, just a gut feeling. Originally, Y/N and him had agreed not to find out the gender before the birth, but he wasn’t too sure how he could be expected to wait for about seven more months. And he couldn’t wait to hit the twelve week mark either, because keeping the pregnancy a secret from the rest of the family was a nightmare. He was just so excited to be a Dad again and he was so proud that the love of his life was carrying his children. She was already a splendid Mom for Lily and he knew it would be the same for the twins. The conversation shifted and someone pronounced the word « delusional ». 

What’s that word ? Lily asked. 

Delusional ? Hailie said. When someone’s delusional, it means that they believe things that aren’t true. 

Oh ok, she said. Like what ? 

Like believing in San- Stevie began. 

Like Stevie believing she’s getting that new car if she doesn’t pay attention, Marshall scolded with a smile - not wanting Lily to be crushed if she learned Santa wasn’t real. 

Oops, she said. 

Is Daddy  delusional then ? Lily asked. 

Wha- No ? Y/N said confused. Why would he be delusional, baby ? 

Because he thinks he’s more famous than Taylor Swift, Lily explained. 

You don’t believe me ? He asked, almost offended. 

She is really really famous you know ? his daughter explained. You, you’re just Daddy. 

Everyone chuckled and stared lovingly at Lily. They all knew how important it was to Marshall that she be shielded from his fame, also because he didn’t want it to get to her head that her Dad was famous. He kissed the top of her head and smiled. He was fine with the title, really. When he was at home with his children, he was just Daddy, and that was more than fine with him. There was nothing more upsetting to him than Eminem getting in the way of his family life. So he was really fine with her not getting the level of things for now, hoping that he wouldn’t have to miss another event anytime soon. 

When it was time to put Lily to bed, he went with her downstairs to tuck her in and read her a bedtime story. 

Time to sleep, now, baby, he said. Good night. 

I had fun today, Daddy, she said softly. And thank you for the flowers. 

Am I forgiven ? He asked with a smile. 

Yes, she said. 

I love you, you know ? He said softly. And, as much as possible, I promise I will not let work get in the way. I always do my best, you know ? Whether it’s for you, Hailie, Lainey, Stevie or the babies…

What babies ? She asked. 

He stared at her with a hint of panic, internally facepalming himself. Oops. 

Do you know how to keep secrets, baby ? 

[hereforbothimg]

@liyaauhr I hope you like this contribution to Ashlerism

Ok guys I was looking at pics of Canvas Ashlyn with her masquerade mask and this Ashler scenario popped into my head picture this: Ashlyn’s parents work for a spy agenc, Ashlyn accidentally finds out and is now forced into the agency by her parents because “she knows too much” Ashlyn was around 12 when she found out and the three of them would go on family spy missions. But however now that Ashlyn is 16 her parents feel she’s experienced enough to go on missions solo. Ashlyn is sent on a mission and must infiltrate a masquerade ball and track down the host as he stole a precious gem. Everyone has a mask so Ashlyn knows it’s gonna take a lot of searching to find this target but while trying to snoop around the venue someone notices her and drags her back to the party and obviously Ashlyn is upset that she can’t finish her mission and because she hates social interaction. This is where Tyler comes in, Tyler is an assassin that works for an agency. in this AU their parents split up, mom took Tay and Dad took ty, Dad gets really ill and inevitably dies Tyler is now a lost 9 year old boy who can’t pay rent. Someone finds him in an Alley way just sitting there and offers to give him a place to stay but for a cost: he lets them take him under his wing and becomes an assassin . Training untill he was 10 and going on missions that were often sketchy,bloody and full of murder since 11 he was pretty messed up and was often unhappy with himself and didn’t like his job but.. this was survival. Now he’s 16 and is given a target,the host of the masquerade ball to assassinate. Another Assain apart of Tyler’s agency hacks into the security cameras and feeds Tyler info through a hidden ear peice. Receiving the info Tyler finds out that the host is somewhere within the party on the dance floor. Trying to get through the crowd he bumps into a green masked,ginger girl who was looking beautiful tonight. Tyler has no idea who this masked stranger is but Ashlyn is able to recognize him in seconds. Tugging on his tie Ashlyn is glaring daggers at him, “Listen pal I know exactly who you are. And I don’t know what your planning but stay.out.of.my.way” Tyler is obviously put off by this and you can the shock through his mask. Pushing her off him, “Ok Ma’am I don’t know what your problem is but you don’t know me.” Ashlyn says, “Oh really, whispering in his air so as to generously not blow his cover, “Tyler Hernandez. Well known Assasin. You hear a few things while being a spy.” Now flabragasted Tyler whispers back “How do you-Who are you?!” “Ashlyn Banner, international spy.” Tyler says, “Alright, carrot head why don’t we go somewhere more private” Ashlyn says “I’m not looking to talk” Tyler not listening grabs her by her wrist and tries to pull her away until… “WHERE ARE YOU YOUNG LOVERS GOING?” Tyler and Ashlyn stutter “Uhm- Uhm no where no where at all-“ the masked stranger says “well instead of sneaking out to kiss like you young folk do why not dance together instead” Ashlyn says “oh we really shouldn’t” and the next moment there are Ashlyn and Tyler in the center of the ball, Tyler lost in Ashlyn’s gorgeous green eyes astonished by how beautifully and elegantly she dances. As he twirls her around Ashlyn feels butterflies in her stomach and stares right back into Tyler’s eyes. She doesn’t know why and what she’s feeling but what she does know is she hates it. This is nothing but a distraction to her. She has responsibility…

TBC (or maybe not)

[averagewriter-inthedark]

My Bestie’s A Genius | Shuri Headcanon

Link to my marvel masterlist

Being the child of Tony Stark, having a genius level IQ, and best friends with Princess Shuri of Wakanda would look like:

Okay so believe it or not you two became friends through social media and were literally anonymous mutuals for some time. I’m talking you both either were on Tumblr of all places or had secret instagram accounts that only followed select individuals. You were already a semi-public figure with close to a million followers, but had a secret account dedicated for snooping people you admired. For Shuri, Wakanda kept their way of life private so she had an anonymous page where she showcased her creations that did not involve vibranium or labeled it as a different metal to throw people off.

Both of you knew the other was a genius which is what started the friendship in the first place. You had followed Shuri’s private page and she followed your public one but it wasn’t until you slid in her dms to compliment a deign she posted that you two began talking.

Shuri had let you know from the beginning that she loved to build tech, while you focused on the field of Quantum physics. That’s what your private instagram was mostly used, but you kept any information linking back to you secret. Mostly you talked about the science and offered advice to people seeking education/work in STEM.

Both of you enjoyed the anonymity without the pressure of the outside world. it gave you some peace of mind being able to confide without judgment for who your father was. And for Shuri, she wasn’t looked at as just a princess of a nation. You both admired each other’s intelligence and wit.

It wasn’t until you both skipped on some personal details when messaging each other that you guys were like “wait, are you….who I think you are.”

Of course you two knew of each other and were the same age, but had yet to formally meet after the chaos of recent years. The whole Accords thing brought a lot of changes to both of your lives being that Shuri lost her father and you witnessed the break down of the Avengers who were like a second family to you.

The first FaceTime call you guys had was wild. Shuri, mindful of what you saw around her, couldn’t believe she hadn’t figured out who you were after you said your ‘family’ was in the public eye a lot because of what they did. Not to mention you said your father went to MIT & owned a large company that your grandfather founded.

“I’m surprised it took so long for us to finally meet. I’ve been following your personal page for years and was fascinated when you manipulated quantum energy for one of your prototypes.” “Same goes for you, Shuri. I’ve been a fan of your page since you created it! Did you really develop your own A.I system when you were fourteen? That’s so freakin cool.”

You guys continued to talk for months and soon your friendship blossomed with you guys texting nearly every other day. You talked school, work, ranted about people who annoyed you and romantic interests you were involved in. “Finding a suitor is the least of my concern nowadays. I just want to spend the hours in my lab where my devices don’t talk back to me.” “Ain’t that the truth. Romance is exhausting.”

“How was the banquet last night?” “Boring as always. Just a bunch of fancy people in suits and gowns who continue to look down on me cause I’m younger though I have more accomplishments than they could dream of.”

“Did you complete that update you were telling me about?” “Yes and I’m so pleased with how it turned out. I had to remind my brother again that just because something works doesn’t mean it can’t be improved.”

Eventually you two considered the other your best friend. For two years you maintained contact and when you developed the hologram system to be long range with the help of F.R.I.D.A.Y, you were able to project the other to y’all’s location. “Holy shit! This is amazing!”

You guys give each other advice, gossip on the latest celebrity drama, pick out outfits whenever you have an event and share ideas about designs.

There were future plans for you two to meet in person, with Shuri hoping to travel to Boston where you attended school MIT after graduation high school early. But to both of your surprise, you ended up in Wakanda with Steve, Bruce, Sam, Rhodey, Vision, Wanda, and Natasha after your father went missing following a fight with aliens sent by Thanos. When you got the news you raced to Avengers compound where you met up the the others.

Steve was hesitant to let you come, but when it was revealed where they were going you said, “I can help. Trust me, both Shuri and I can figure something out.” Everyone became confused with Rhodey going, “How is it you know the princess of Wakanda?” “She’s my bestie. A genius one at that.”

The second you stepped into the lab Shuri squealed, ignoring the array of looks you two were receiving as she pulled you into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” “Eh, though I’d surprise you.” T’challa looked between the two of you, before raising his brows to his sister for an answer. “You two know each other?” “I told you, brother, my bestie’s a genius.”

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Succubus!OC

Summary: Mrs. Shelby considers the task laid before her.

Word Count: 1,218

Notes: Warnings for depictions of sexual content and references to homophobia.

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Chapter 3: Three Nights Before the Party

She spent most of the day working–or trying to work–on preparations for the party that was in a few days. It was an important affair. Their courtship had been so quick, the marriage so hasty, that she hadn’t gotten the opportunity to meet any of his family yet.

To say she was nervous would be an understatement. She so terribly needed them all to like her. 

And she was terrified that one of them was going to figure out her secret.

She’d mailed a letter to her father earlier that day, detailing within it everything she had overheard Tommy say regarding his political plans, and the things she’d read in the documents on his desk she’s snooped through while he was out in the stables checking on the horses.

She had agreed to this plan wholeheartedly, and yet now that she was actually right in the center of it, her nerves were just about frayed. Playing spy was far more stressful than she expected it to be.

Her father was a politician, often on opposing sides from Tommy on a wide array of issues. He and his allies had been looking for a way to undermine Tommy’s political aspirations for a while, and when she’d hit it off with him at a banquet, they’d seen their chance. The marriage was presented to Tommy as a way to forge an alliance between the two opposing men. Her father was pretending to play nice, offering Tommy support on many of his initiatives, while she sent him information regarding her husband’s plans so he could undermine them.  

The twisting snake of guilt in her stomach didn’t help things. Despite being a little aloof, Tommy had been nothing but kind to her; it really didn’t seem right. But she had promised her father.

And yet she was also very sure she was falling in love with the man she was betraying. And falling hard.

That, combined with running around and ensuring that all the arrangements for the party were in order, left her frazzled and thoroughly exhausted. 

Not to mention the memory of her two consecutive nightmares was always there in the back of her mind, tormenting her. Every time she walked past one of the portraits of the redhead, her throat constricted with fear, rage, and grief. Just the mere idea of Tommy being unfaithful made her want to cry, and the thought that the nightmares weren’t nightmares at all, but something else entirely, left her so paralyzed with fear she felt as though her mind might snap from the stress.

When her head hit the pillow that night, she was asleep in a matter of moments.

Before she even opened her eyes, she felt the warmth of breath fanning over her face. For a moment, she thought it might have been Tommy, looking to wake her up for a fuck before he went to sleep.

But then the scent of roses lodged itself into her nose, and she knew it wasn’t him.

Eyes snapping open, she stared in rigid terror at the thing hovering above her, her hands braced on either side of her head, thighs straddling her waist, face but inches from hers.

“Hello, love,” the monster rasped. The fangs and claws were still there, and two horns had sprouted on her head, peeking out from the thick curls of red hair.

Mrs. Shelby couldn’t have said anything even if she wanted to; her vocal cords had frozen with terror.

“I’m sorry for not properly introducing myself the past two nights. I don’t get out so much these days. My social skills could use a little work,” she smiled.

“I-I don’t-” Mrs. Shelby stammered.

“Oh, look at you…” the thing whispered, stroking a single sharp claw lightly down her cheek. “Oh…I bet you taste sweet, don’t you, love? Like strawberries…”

“Please don’t hurt me,” Mrs. Shelby managed to sob out, for a moment wondering if the thing on top of her was a vampire, come to suck her dry. The creature laughed, a soft musical sound.

“Oh, honey, no…my department’s the exact opposite of that, actually…”

Mrs. Shelby stuttered, taking in the monster’s position on top of her, straddling her hips, clothed in but a sheer, very low cut nightgown. She felt bile rise in her throat at what the thing was implying. Disgust, ingrained in her from years of Catholic school and dutiful attendance to Church, washed over her.

She would never consider laying with someone who wasn’t her husband, let alone a woman. It would be an affront to God.

The thing on top of her hissed, jerking away from her and wrinkling her nose as if she had smelt something sour.

“Closed minded and devout, hm? Just like Tommy said…but I could help you change that, if you wanted…” she whispered.

“Please get off of me,” Mrs. Shelby croaked out, hands balled into fists at her sides. The redhead raised a sculpted eyebrow, but slid off of her, rolling to lay lazily in the middle of the bed.

“Why did you have to go and choose to marry a prude?” she complained.

“You know exactly why I chose her,” came a familiar husky voice, and without the thing looming over her, Mrs. Shelby was able to turn her head to stare at Tommy where he was laying on his side on the bed, his head propped up with one arm and expression subtly amused as he watched the exchange.

“Such a shame,” the redhead shook its head, pouting up at Tommy as he shifted, half leaning over her. “We could have had so much fun together. Even despite the other thing.”

“What other thing?” Mrs. Shelby asked, sitting up. The monster giggled, reaching up to stroke Tommy’s face. He didn’t take his eyes off of her; Mrs. Shelby might as well have not been there at all. Those dark green eyes shot her a knowing look.

“You already know what ‘other thing,’ love,” she purred. Tommy had dropped his face to nuzzle at her cheek, then kissed her neck. Mrs. Shelby barely recognized her husband; never before had she seen him so gentle and blatantly tender. “Now,” the monster wriggled in the bed, getting more comfortable. “If you aren’t going to participate, the least you could do is leave us alone. I gave you that whole week in Paris to yourselves during your honeymoon. Just about starved myself, actually. It’s my turn with him now.”

Mrs. Shelby gaped at it, mind swirling with the most absurd, baffling of questions. The creature gave her one last stern look, then turned away, distracted as Tommy lifted his head from her neck, cupping the side of her face with his palm, and kissed her.

Mrs. Shelby made a small, pained sound at the sight, heart twisting. The creature opened her lips to his, the bed shifting as Tommy more fully situated himself on top of her, a soft moan coming from the redhead’s throat, the kiss deepening with wet smacking sounds.

Unable to bear anymore, Mrs. Shelby looked away and squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, the bed was empty save for her and Tommy, fast asleep beside her.

But when she reached out towards him, it was to find that the space between them was warm.

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[kingofthering]

hi. hiiii. hihihihihi. mwah.

pierresteban + resolution

Pierre never takes New Year’s resolutions. He always feels like they are a thing that people do just to make themselves feel better after the holidays, rarely ever following through with the promises made. Pierre doesn’t need it to be January to make a commitment over something he wants to change in his life.

He only chuckles at his big brothers when they tell him that maybe his new resolution for 2023 should be to be nicer to Esteban and fix things between them. First of all, because there is no fixing needed and because they’re both adults who are going to work together well this season. He’s absolutely convinced that.

That doesn’t keep him from mulling the idea over and two days later, he finds himself on the porch of Esteban’s family home in Rouen. He knows that Esteban is here thanks to some snooping around on social media but he somehow doesn’t expect Esteban’s mom to answer the door.

Pierre tries to school his features but Sabrina looks just as surprised to see him there. “Pierre,” she starts, a questioning look on her face. “Hello? Are you looking for Esteban?”

The answer would have been a given twenty years ago, the question asked with a smile and Esteban already showing his nose at the corner of the hallway. The answer is kind of still obvious today -why else would he be there- but his presence makes much less sense. Pierre is not going to lose time to dwell on it.

Pierre nods and says “Yes, please” and then Esteban’s name gets yelled, Pierre hears a loud “What” that Sabrina answers with a “There is someone here for you” and then Esteban is there, and his mom leaves them to it.

The frown on Esteban’s face is so similar to the one his mother was adorning, it almost makes Pierre chuckle. 

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Esteban gets them back on track. He’s wearing sweatpants and a well-worn t-shirt that is undeniably at least one size too small, his abs showing when he crosses his arms across his chest as a gust of wind wooshes through the still-open door. Pierre will pretend he hasn’t noticed that he still hasn’t been invited inside.

“Are you free right now? To come with me?”

“Come with you do what?”

“Surprise? Come on, you can trust me.”

It could be a loaded sentence but Pierre accompanies it with a smile that he tries to keep on while looking at Esteban. 

He doesn’t know if it’s his charm or Esteban’s curiosity that leads him to say yes but a handful of minutes later, Esteban is changed and sitting in the passenger car of Pierre’s car.

“You’re not going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.”

“I don’t need to call Omar? You’re not kidnapping me?”

Pierre rolls his eyes at that but there is a smile on Esteban’s features so Pierre just smiles back and lets him fiddle with the radio settings while he drives.

They arrive at the ice rink about ten minutes later and Esteban has this curious look on his face all the way through getting them skates in the empty space.

“Do I get some explaining at some point?” He asks while he’s trying to tie his skates.

Pierre is already done with his. He scoots closer to Esteban on the bench and bats his hands away. “You need to tighten them more,” he says as an explanation while he bends down to take care of the laces properly.

Esteban is a little wobbly when he gets up and he pauses in front of the entrance of the empty sheet of ice. “I don’t really know how to skate.”

“It’s okay. It’s not like there is anyone to watch you fall. I’ll only laugh a little, I promise,” Pierre smiles and Esteban rolls his eyes and eventually, agrees to take his first steps on the ice, holding onto the rail to begin with.

Pierre keeps an eye on him, keeps himself from offering a hand as they start their first lap.

“You remember how I used to play hockey when I was a kid?” Pierre eventually asks once they’re half-way through the ovale.

“You used to do everything when you were a kid,” Esteban laughs. “My dad had to be the one to convince you to quit football so you could focus on karting enough.”

“Yeah, well,” Pierre shrugs. He knew today would be an occasion to bring up things from the past but he’s fine with that. For the most part. “I still know the owner of the rink. That’s how I got the keys for us right now. Usually the rink is closed to the public and the local youth hockey team has practice but they’re still on Christmas break, so.”

Esteban nods and they keep moving forward, eventually starting to discuss their winter break so far, what they’ve done since the last time they saw each other in Enstone. They talk about Christmas with their family and Esteban mentions how his cousins would like to see Pierre again, if he wanted to. It shakes Pierre for about two seconds because he didn’t expect it but he nods and says that could be nice. He hasn’t seen any of them since they were all teenagers, back before shit hit the fan between Pierre and Esteban. Their parents were involved, sure, other kids their age? Not so much.

Pierre might goad Esteban into trying to let got of the railing and he succeeds. Esteban is a little Bambi-like on those first strides but he doesn’t fall. They go slow but they make it one lap and a half before Pierre sees Esteban’s arms starting to flail and he’s quick to place one hand on Esteban’s forearm and the other at the small of his back, stopping them in their tracks. “Easy.” And when he realizes that he kind of backed off Esteban against the railing and he steps back once he sees that Esteban is holding himself there. “Sorry.”

Esteban looks at him curiously for one second and Pierre almost feels uneasy, not sure where to look.

“Is that how you pulled all the girls in highschool, Pierre? Take them to the rink and make them fall into your arms?”

The question catches him by surprise and Pierre feels heat reaching his cheeks already turned red by the cold air around them. He can’t admit that he’s done it. He can’t realize that this whole thing looks awfully like a date.

“I’m kidding,” Esteban eventually says when Pierre doesn’t manage a comeback quick enough. And then he’s skating again and Pierre has to go after him. Esteban finds the a new subject of conversation and the moment is gone.

They take pictures together and Pierre debates posting them on his Insta story. He knows the fans would go insane if they knew they were hanging out together in Rouen and Pierre is used to share a lot about his life but for some reason, this feels better kept private. Maybe he can just send a pic or two to his brothers to prove to them that he’s holding onto his resolution.

When they’re both untrying the laces of their skates a while later, Esteban turns to him and goes “Was this the whole surprise or can I also get a coffee out of this? My hands are freezing.”

Not for the first time that day, Pierre finds himself caught off guard. But while he might have no idea what he’s been doing for the last couple of hours, it feels right to smile back and says “sure, only if you’re paying, though.”

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[lostcauses-noregrets]

Hi Lost! <3 I know that Twitter has long been home to a wonderful eruri community. I’ve never had Twitter, but used to be able to casually snoop on the art, conversations, and AO3 updates. With the recent changes to Twitter that’s not really possible anymore :( and I’m not planning on making a Twitter account..

Do you think the public-facing community will go somewhere else at same point with all the uncertainty? (Maybe Threads? Maybe elsewhere?)

I know there are discords but I tend to be a true lurker (besides asking questions on your tumblr) so I don’t think I’d contribute much.

Curious about your thoughts!

Twitter is a complete shit show right now. Just when you think it couldn't possibly get worse, it manages to plumb new depths. Its utterly pointless and self defeating that you have to be logged in to see twitter content, but then again pointless and self-defeating business decisions do seem to be the current CEOs specially, that and being an utter twat.

Aaaaanyway...

Despite all the bullshit, there doesn't seem to be any signs of a mass exodus to another platform. Many people, particularly in fandom, are rightly wary of Threads because Meta has a nasty habit of linking your accounts together no matter how carefully you try to keep them separate. It's almost like they have no concept of consent, privacy or data protection. So yeah, not many folk are keen on having their fandom account linked to social media accounts they may use with family or work colleagues.

A few folk I know have Bluesky accounts, but it seems to be very niche and doesn't have much traction yet. Mastodon doesn't seem to feature at all in fandom circles, at least not that I've seen. There has been a slow drift back to tumblr but I don't think tumblr will ever have the same kind of presence as it used to unless the porn ban is lifted and I can't see that happening any time soon. Tumblr did post a twitter thread explaining the reasons porn is not allowed here, which in their own words boils down to

1. credit card companies and app stores are anti-porn 2. there are new rules around verifying consent and age in adult content (and our top priority is ensuring that all of our users are safe)

It sucks, but at least they're up front about it.

Discord still seems to be the best bet for fandom communities. The fact that servers can be closed and controlled is one of Discord's best features, but as you rightly pointed out, that doesn't help fans who prefer to lurk, of whom there are many. Having said that, there are bigger servers where you can lurk pretty anonymously. I tend to stick to smaller servers with a few close friends, so I'm not sure how big the biggest Eruri servers are. I know there are a few that have been around for a good number of years now, so I suspect they're a pretty decent size.

I do wonder if twitter might eventually reverse the decision about having to be logged in to see content, but the way things are going right now, it's a moot point whether the platform will survive at all.s

Personally speaking, I'm not going anywhere for the time being. AO3, Tumblr and Discord still feel like my main fandom homes and Twitter is just an added extra where I go to see cool art and roll my eyes at the discourse. I'd be interested to hear other fans thoughts on this, so feel free comment!

[quill-of-thoth]

Letters from Watson, Catching Up

The Musgrave Ritual part 1 and 2: The fun bits

- Sometime in the decade between Study in Scarlet (1880-1881) and the frame story for The Musgrave Ritual, Holmes’ household habits have changed. During Study, he’s trying very hard to be the ideal roommate, now he keeps his correspondence stabbed to the mantel and has shot some new decorations into their wall. Based on the fact that The Sign of The Four, which we may or may not skip, was published in 1890, Watson and Holmes are (probably) not living together full time at the time of this story’s publication. Most likely Watson wrote this story several years before it’s publication in The Strand (probable: this was the eighteenth Holmes short story published, and The Strand had only started publishing them in 1891). - On the other hand, a change in Holmes’ household habits and Watson moving in briefly to help could correlate with a rough time for Holmes in his canonical battles with depression and drugs. I’ll likely have more conclusions about this possible event as we analyze all the other cases published during this period. 

- The framing device for Gloria Scott and the framing device for Musgrave are both Holmes and Watson kicking around the (disastrous) living room on a winter evening. Possibly the two tales were related to Watson within a very short period, one where Watson needed some ready fodder for his monthly submission to The Strand.  - Holmes lived near the British Museum when he was first trying to start a career. No conclusions here, I just think it’s a good idea if you’re going to impulsively study anything that seems relevant.  - Musgrave is yet another classmate with a limited social circle. Not as lonely as Victor Trevor, but seen as a bit stuck up (or shy: Holmes is seeing the best in his old classmates) during their school days. He’s doing all right socially (and economically via the family’s fortune) right now but he still approaches Holmes when things start to look a little scandalous within his household. - Musgrave’s first reaction to seeing somebody wandering the house at night, as an insomniac in a house with about twelve other people living in it, is to think “It must be a burglar!” and grab an antique axe. You really have to wonder what he would have done if it was one of the maids making a cup of tea or a footman borrowing a book instead of his butler snooping in a locked cabinet of family documents.  - Snooping through your employer’s documents in the middle of the night isn’t great but employment for servants during this period was pretty precarious. Because of letters of recommendation and servants at a country house generally being local people with very few other grand country houses nearby to apply for jobs at, you could definitely have your livelihood destroyed over a minor mistake or misunderstanding with your employer. Even if, like Musgrave and Brunton, you’ve watched your current employer grow up.

- On the other hand, Victorian nobility appears to have understood that human beings get sick and should generally recover instead of going to work during that time. I can’t quite tell if Rachel Howells is supposed to have been ill for the whole month after Brunton jilted her, and “brain fever” covers a lot of potential diagnoses (depression? Anxiety? Unrelated illness that happens to coincide and isn’t immediately obvious as something else?) - Generally speaking I’m not going to get into the internal racism / classism notes on people coming from formerly independent countries within the United Kingdom, especially when compared with an English Lord. I don’t have the expertise or the time. Just note that Rachel Howells having an “excitable Welsh Temperament” is supposed to be a clue. - The Musgrave Ritual scavenger Hunt Guide. I have always loved this scavenger hunt guide and I used to attempt to make similar ones and try to force my neighbors to solve them. It did not go well, overall, and I might have been bad at it.   - Victorians, lacking chemical analysis for their historical papers, (at least, chemical analysis that wouldn’t destroy the whole thing) dated them by spelling trends. - Hurlstone Manor does not appear to be a real place. (West Sussex, however, is.) The oldest homes in West Sussex that I can google appear to date to the Elizabethan era (1558-1603), some time before the reign of King Charles from 1625 to 1649. Obviously if “Musgrave’s” name was altered to prevent embarrassment, the name of his family’s seat would be as well.  - This story tricked me, at age twelve, into thinking that trigonometry would be fun.

[aftonfamilyvalues]

My roommate was super passive aggressive to me in a way that really just sent me and I think she overheard me venting about her in the phone saying she was a malicious bitch (also not feminist opps.)

I feel bad about it but then at the same time Omg I spent a month feeling in crisis that I was going to be homeless. She agreed to give me more time, said she would write up a new lease for me.

(I asked for more time and she agreed basically, and took a little over a month to send a new one to me. But via email. She gave me the silent treatment the whole time. I asked for more time because I mean I don’t earn very much and I got injuried during my 6 month lease. I wanted to ask for 6 more months but I had a feeling she would say no so I asked for 3. She’s been mean to me since I moved in. Suggested I should be further asking in life, at one point she gave me a dirty look and repeated back to me “how was work?” As if I asked an invasive question, I was just trying to be friendly and make conversation. And I’m fed up and tired so I stopped initiating with her. Because when I did initiate she was rude and I haven’t done anything to warrant that kind of disrespect. I’m clean and stay in my room and lay my bills on time. If k ran behind I’d communicate. I was good about communicating and I’m just burned out. I’m sure she thinks I’m matching her energy but I’d prefer if she spoke to me respectfully. She has no empathy.)

Anyway, didn’t speak to me, had a guest stay for fixed days without telling me and over a month had gone by and she hadn’t written up a new lease. I was in distress that I might be homeless and scared that she was future faking me. And thinking she moved in a whole new roommate without saying anything. I was panicking.

It affect me and at one point I had a crisis and couldn’t come in to work. My supervisor got mad. I called a hotline and broke down about how I was anxious I was going to get fired, and said prior to that I was afraid I was going to be homeless, because “my roommate is a malicious bitch.”

I really am not a malicious person , that’s why I can’t fathom it. Like she has been cruel, and a part of me feels guilty but maybe more as a fawn response. If she heard me she was eavesdropping. But I’m not malicious I’m anxious and burned out. In my distress I engaged in impulsive behaviors. I’m someone who is in desperate need of therapy, like dbt and EMDR cause I do have CPTSD. I can’t regulate my distress well at all. Oppressive situations turn me into an addict too. I seek to numb myself when I’m scared of being homeless. I binge drank and spent way too much on weed when I should’ve been saving, because I couldn’t have saved in one month and she hadn’t said a word to me which made me panic.& I also have PMDD and honestly the level of distress it put me in, and her fucking lack of empathy (I broke my toe while on the lease, my bike was stolen, I had to correct a mistake with social security. It’s my first job and I’m going back to school and struggling . I have 0 family support. She knows this. ) so yea, I called her malicious because honestly the distress of being homeless does affect me as a worker. I work in child care and gosh I get fatigue when I’m dealing with my roommate and trying to hold space for other people’s emotions. I barely was sleeping and having bad panic attacks…

I think she heard me.

Am I in the wrong? Her assuming I’m being passive aggressive and accusing me of that via text because I forgot to close a door and talking a week to tell me and shit like that just has me burned out. My previous roommate snooped in my room and read my things.

I should’ve left out the bitch part , but when she talks in the phone, she’s so loud and not private it almost feels like she wants me to hear. I normally use a white noise machine in the hopes that she won’t… I didn’t this time… and ok no sleep and not fully aware of myself and kind of loud. And I didn’t want her to hear that.

can i be honest and say im really not the best person to answer these sorts of things? like i would love to be able to give good advice and help but im so far disconnected from situations like this and mental health crises that i really dont know what to say. perhaps someone who understands a little better can help and advise.

[vgckwb]

P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 230: Camisado

As Akechi was following Makoto on her way to her destination, he managed to keep a safe distance. This is my only chance. If things go belly up here, that bastard might be out of the game for good. As much as I loathe that man, I need him alive. He continued on.

As Makoto arrived at the courthouse, Akechi found a spot to keep hidden away as he looked over to see who The Phantom Thieves really were. Let’s see. Obviously, there’s Makoto. Ren’s there too, just as I suspected. Sumire’s there too. I guess it makes sense. They are dating. There’s that Yusuke fellow. And Jose’s there too. Hmmm. Haru Okumura is here. And there’s Futaba Sakura. There’s Ryuji, and Ann, and… He went pale. …Lena?

Akechi was stunned. Before he could collect himself and approach them, The Phantom Thieves disappeared into thin air. “Huh. That’s…new…” He walked over to where they were. He outstretched his hand at the point they disappeared. His arm was still there. “How peculiar.” He pondered this for a second before returning to his original thought. “So…Lena is a Phantom Thief, huh. What do I do?”

He started pondering the streets. “On the one hand, The Phantom Thieves are the only thing standing in the way of me and my revenge. On the other hand, I wanted Lena at my side as I ushered in this golden age of mine.” He smiled ever so slightly. “It will be glorious. But alas, things have just gotten even more complicated.”

As he kept walking, he overheard two cops having a conversation. “So, the idea is that we’re going to go to Director Ono’s house, find him dead, and arrest Sae Niijima for his murder?”

Akechi hid himself. Shido’s men!

“Yeah, that’s the gist,” the other officer said.

The first officer sighed. “Well, I’m just glad we don’t have to kill anyone this time.”

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now?” the other officer said.

“No no,” the first officer replied. “There’s just a lot to deal with when we have to make someone disappear. Pleading family members, snooping investigators, it’s just a headache.”

“Well we won’t have to deal with that for long,” the other officer said. “We gotta hold out till the election. And even then, the only person we’ll have to kill is that Akechi kid. Shido says he doesn’t have any family, and he’s so famous he doesn’t have much of a social life either.”

“Heh,” the first officer chuckled. “I can’t wait. That little upstart thinks he’s so much better than us. If I pay for dinner that night, will you let me do the honors?”

“Just one dinner?” the other officer said. “Don’t you think I’m chomping at the bit too?”

“Fine fine,” the first officer said. “I’ll pay for dinner for one week.”

“NOW you’re talkin’!” the other officer said.

As the officers continued on their way, Akechi stood there in stunned silence. He then cracked a smile. He started laughing. “Of course. Of course! Of COURSE he had a contingency for me! That fool doesn’t trust ANYONE who he can’t control! Well, like father, like son, I suppose. It’s actually kind of refreshing to know he’s worried about me. Ah HA HA! Hooo boy. Well, I guess this is what it means to be caught between a rock and a hard place.”

“Want an escape?” Eris said, appearing behind him.

“Gah!” Akechi said, turning to face her. He quickly became curious. “Who are you?”

“My name is Eris,” she said, introducing herself. “I have a habit of getting people out from between rocks and hard places.”

“Well, my name is Akechi,” he reciprocated.

“Oh, I’m aware,” Eris informed him. “I know all about you. I know you’ve been at odds with The Phantom Thieves for quite some time now. I know you’re out for revenge against your pathetic excuse for a father. And I know you’ve just been hit with some alarming revelations.”

Akechi was impressed. “Well, I’ve never liked small talk all that much anyways. So, what’s you’re ‘out’?”

Eris took out her apple. “I can give you the power to solve all your problems. The Phantom Thieves. That horrid man. All you have to do is take a bite.”

Akechi looked at the apple. “What’s in it for you?”

“Well, for starters, I don’t like Shido either. He’s just a dreadful person,” Eris informed him. “Giving you the power to fight him will be the easiest decision I’ve had to make yet. Besides, we’ve both got a bone to pick with The Phantom Thieves."

Akechi realized something. “By chance, are you the person who corrupts the other people that are mentioned in The Phantom Thieves’ calling cards?”

Eris giggled. “Do you know everything about me as well?”

Akechi shook his head. “That was just a deduction on my part.”

“Ah well,” Eris shrugged. “Does that mean you’re not interested? Because I don’t have to tell you, but there is no shortage of people who despise Shido, and thus people I could give this power to.”

“No no, I’m interested,” Akechi said. “But I don’t wish to kill him yet.”

“Oh don’t worry about that,” Eris said. “I’m just giving you the tools to claim victory over him and The Phantom Thieves. How you do it is up to you.”

Akechi was normally a cautious man. However, nothing about tonight was normal. He found out his girlfriend was lying to him, The Phantom Thieves possessed supernatural powers, and that he was on the precipice of getting backstabbed before he could backstab and exact his vengeance. His goal was in sight. He was so close he could almost taste it.

He grabbed the apple, and took a bite. Once he swallowed, his inhibitions were released, and he was ready to fight The Phantom Thieves and Shido for the sake of the future he wished to build. “I gotta say,” Akechi said, “I can understand why people buy into this.”

Eris chuckled. “Glad you like it. Well, I’d hate to keep you waiting.” She vanished.

Akechi smirked. He headed over to the Diet building. He knew Shido would still be in his office, so it was the perfect time to negotiate the terms of their contract. Once he reached the door to Shido’s office, the guard outside stopped him. “Woah woah! It’s WAY past Representative Shido’s open hours.”

“It’s alright,” Akechi assured him. “I have urgent news for him.”

The guard was skeptical. “He’s…having a rough night so far.”

Akechi was curious. What’s going on? Still, he tried bluffing. “It’s about that! I came as soon as I heard!”

“You know you could just call or text him,” the guard said.

“Well, this is so important,” Akechi reasoned. “I couldn’t risk this going over the phone.” The guard was still not convinced. He started reaching for his gun. However, Akechi drew his gun. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The guard raised his hands in the air. “Hm. You know, it didn’t have to be like this. You could have just let me in. Speaking of, be a dear…” The guard opened the door. “Thank you.” Akechi walked in.

Shido was on the phone. “What do you MEAN you can’t find her?!”

“It’s just as I said,” the person on the other line said. “There seems to be no trace of her!”

“Keep LOOKING!” Shido demanded. “She couldn’t have gotten far!”

“Yes sir!” the person said. They hung up.

Shido sighed. Akechi approached his desk. Shido looked up. “I didn’t summon you here.”

“I came on my own volition,” Akechi informed him.

“I don’t need this,” Shido said. “That Niijima woman slipped through our grasp. I don’t need any more trouble.”

“Well too bad,” Akechi said. “Because trouble is what you’re GETTING!”

Shido was stunned by Akechi’s fervor. “I beg your pardon?”

“Hm hm hm,” Akechi chuckled. “I overheard two cops talking. You know what they said? They were discussing killing me after the election.” Shido grew alarmed. “As you can imagine, I’m not taking that well.”

Shido grimaced. “Those blabbermouths…”

“I have to say though,” Akechi said, “you were right to be weary. I was using you from the start.”

Shido was confused. “Why are you telling me this?”

“I just need you to know where you are at this moment,” Akechi said. “See, I don’t like you. I’ve hated you for as long as I’ve been alive. And right now, I’m getting my revenge.”

“What’s stopping me from killing you here and now?” Shido demanded.

“Hm. Nothing,” Akechi said. “Go ahead. Try.”

Shido knew something was up. “What is your angle?”

Akechi chuckled. “I knew you weren’t THAT stupid. Are you familiar with the concept of a dead man’s switch? See, I know a LOT of secrets you keep. And I have a message that goes out to some people that details EVERYTHING I know. It’s scheduled to go out every day, but I postpone it. And if you kill me, all of that becomes public.”

Shido sneered. “We’ll intercept it before it goes public! We control everything!”

“ALMOST everything,” Akechi said. “I don’t think anyone else knows who The Phantom Thieves are.”

Shido grew alarmed. “You KNOW who The Phantom Thieves are?!”

“Well, until tonight, it was just a guess, but yeah,” Akechi answered. “And if I hadn’t overheard those cops, I might have given you that information, but, well, here we are.”

“Hm,” Shido huffed. “What’s in it for you?”

“Quick on the uptake,” Akechi said. “I need you alive to exact my revenge. Once you get elected, it won’t be you making the decisions, but rather me. You know, unless you want me to go public with everything. Oh, and as for those Phantom Thieves? I’ll take care of them for you, you son of a bitch.”

“How dare you!” Shido protested. “My mother was killed!”

“Well guess what?!” Akechi said. He slammed his hand on Shido’s desk. “So was MINE! BY YOU!” After a tense staredown, Akechi let go of Shido’s desk. “Don’t invite me to your pity party, unless you like being upstaged.” He stretched. “Well, I guess this conversation is over. I’ll see you around, I suppose. Oh, and don’t forget, you’re my little puppet now.” Akechi walked out.

Shido flopped in his chair. He stared at the door Akechi just left through. “I’m not down and out yet. I just need to figure out how to deal with HIM on top of all of this.”

Meanwhile, The Phantom Thieves just finished up eating dinner. “Boy that was good!” Ryuji said.

“Thanks for the meal Boss!” Ann said.

“Delightful, as always,” Haru remarked.

“I must agree,” Yusuke said. “Tonight’s meal tasted even sweeter than before!”

“Yeah!” Futaba said. “You really knocked it out of the park this time, Sojiro!”

“It was really delicious!” Lena said. “I might want a copy of the recipe. But this is a business, so I doubt I can get it…”

“Maybe you could be a guest teacher for the cooking students at Kosei,” Jose remarked. “It was really good!”

“Hm hm,” Sumire giggled. “I’m used to fine cooking, but you really outdid yourself tonight Boss!”

“It was really good,” Makoto said. “But I think we should get going.”

“Wait,” Sae said. “Are…are you going to be OK?”

“Well, I’ll have Eiko,” Makoto said. “But it will feel different without you. But we can always come visit.”

Riko grew determined. “If you don’t mind,” she said, “I can stay over. You know, if it’ll put your mind at ease.”

Sae smiled. “Thanks Riko. I appreciate it.”

Riko giggled. “It’s the least I could do.”

Makoto nodded. “Well then, I guess we’ll be on our way. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight!” Sojiro called out. People started leaving.

Morgana walked up to Ren who picked him up. “Man, Sojiro knows how to pick his fancy tuna!”

Ren looked up. “Morgana loved his food as well.”

“What about you?” Sojiro asked.

“I have to agree,” Ren said. “The food was excellent.”

Sojiro smirked. “Well, I gotta clean up a little.”

“I…can take care of that,” Sae offered.

Sojiro was surprised. “Really?”

Sae nodded. “I mean, you’re letting me live here. I should pay you back somehow.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” Sojio said. “I can handle it.”

“Are you sure?” Sae said.

“Positive,” Sojiro replied.

“Very well,” Sae said. As she was about to head up, she remembered the envelope she had. “Oh, uh, Amamiya!” Ren looked back. Sae came over and gave it to her. “This was addressed to you. I found it taped to the bottom side of the counter.”

Ren took the envelope. “Huh. That’s weird.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say it looks like Akechi’s handwriting,” Sae said.

“Could be,” Ren replied. “He comes here from time to time. Alright, I’ll check it out. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight!” Sae responded. Ren left. Sae turned around and headed upstairs. As she got up there, she looked at the room. It was small, rustic, and plain, but serviceable. “I guess I’m calling this home for a while.” She headed over to the bed, laid down, and went to sleep.”

Meanwhile, as Ren entered her room, she went to her desk and opened the envelope. Inside was a letter. When she read it, she was perplexed.

“Dear Ren, If you are reading this letter, I assume you’ve gotten my death text. At the time of writing this, I am only 85% certain you are a Phantom Thief, but even if you aren’t I’m sure you can get it to them. The reason I’m writing this letter is not just to reiterate that you guys should take on Shido, that should be self-explanatory. You have all of his misdeeds in my message, which should be more than enough. The reason I’m writing this is to say that even though I’m no longer here, I appreciated your friendship a lot. I don’t get many genuine people to cross my path, so honestly, it was nice talking to you about everything and nothing. I’ll honestly miss that until it’s your time to join me. But if you manage to take down Masayoshi Shido, then I can say I have lived without regrets. -Goro Akechi”

Ren was stunned. “What?"

[selfexpressionsthings]

I really hope we take a chance to self reflects and learn to love each other, love language, fix this relationship. I hope you realise that commitment isn’t a bad thing. It teaches us about responsibility in life to become a better person.

I always dream of having a small family with you. Getting married and having kids. Happy family without any worries. You take care of me, I take care of you. We take care each other feelings. No hiding or secret, no drama, no lies. Everything between us is open. We had enough with the outside world and now we just want to focus on our relationship and build a family and legacy.

Baby please come back to me and say you’re ready to commit. I’m sorry for the pain that both of us have gone through. I forgive you for every heartbreak you caused me, I just want us.

He, who always mock you and snoop about our relationship is just being jealous seeing you having someone who loves you. He sees you already have one woman in your life that loyal to you, do everything for you, able to carry herself into your community your people, and your family. He always says things about me and you, make fun of us since the beginning. I have noticed everything. And what makes me more sad is, you will not give 100% commitment in this relationship just because you still can’t let go of your fun things after all sweet memories, the hardship, ups and downs that we’ve been through.

Maybe, you just ego not wanting this person keep mocking you. Baby, every second when I post something on my story, he will be the first person to check it. Why? Cause he wanna know everything so that he can make fun of you? Mock you? For what? A good friend will always happy if their friend is happy. Don’t say it’s a boys’ thing there’s a limit to everything. Come on, wake up, you not a boy you’re a grown man. Will you do the same to your best friend like this guy did to you towards their relationship? I believe you wouldn’t do that, you can have thousands other shit things that you can tease each other but not by disrespect your friend’s relationship.

Baby, i want you to think for a second, having commitment relationship doesn’t mean you have to let go all your activities and social life. Take example some of your friends, they’re married, they having kids, but they still do the things that they love. There’s no problem about having a commited relationship. The problem is when you and him, still stuck on your fuck boys era, where you guys loves to discussing about the girls you guys hook up. And he, can’t accept that you are having someone in your life now and he doesn’t want you to change becoming a better man and leave the fuck boy things. Cause he didn’t meet anyone serious yet.

So baby, please don’t waste our relationship just like that. come back. I’m still here waiting for you. I pray that god protect us from evil eyes.

[serve-update]

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Brandi Marie Carlile is an American singer, songwriter, producer, and author who goes by the name Brandi Carlile. As of 2023, Brandi Carlile has a $2 million net worth. She has made seven studio albums and has won and been nominated for many awards for her work. She started a country music girl group in 2019 called the Highwomen, with whom she has been making great music. You might also be interested to read about Ryan Upchurch Net Worth. She became well-known after her 2007 album, The Story, came out.

Brandi Carlile Net Worth She has tried out different kinds of music, such as pop, rock, country, and folk. She has also helped promote new artists and judged the Independent Music Awards. In 2021, the CEO of Universal Music Publishing Company gave her the "She Is the Music" award. She has also done a lot of work for the LGBTQ community and spoken out for the rights of women. She is all about her family.

At A Surprise Event, Brandi Carlile Spoke With Meghan Markle And Prince Harry For A Long Time.

Brandi Carlile recently performed at Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi's vow renewal and won many Grammys. The singer-songwriter said she chatted with the Duke and Duchess of Suss*x at the intimate, star-studded ceremony—Kris Jenner officiated it lol. Intriguing/jealous! "We talked to them for a long time—like British accents, talked about the angiograms," Brandi told Entertainment Tonight. "They seemed average, decent, and funny. We had a nice chat... I've noticed the hubbub, but I've ignored it." https://youtu.be/tOpWqWK0q4U The Ellen DeGeneres Show's YouTube account has Brandi, Meghan, Harry, Gwyneth Paltrow, Jennifer Aniston, Katy Perry, and Orlando Bloom. Ellen was surprised at first because she believed the celebration was a low-key birthday party for Portia, not a vow ceremony after 14 years of marriage. Must read about Harvey Mason Jr Net Worth. If you're in the mood to snoop, Meghan and Harry fan account @harry meghan updates were the first to spot the royal pair at the event and uploaded the precise frame showing where they stood throughout the renewal: https://twitter.com/CAknowledgepage/status/1623142547748175872 Brandi also revealed that she sang a spontaneous acoustic ballad during the occasion, which she initially assumed was Portia's 50th birthday. "I was just an attendee and Portia was like, 'Can you just burst into the first line of 'The First Time I Saw Your Face,' and I was like, 'Absolutely, that's what I do,'" she told Entertainment Tonight. "So in front of like these major celebs, I just had to go at the top of my lungs, 'The first time...'" she joked. "It was stunning. We love our sisters "Brandi—who I think is relationship goal—exclaimed. Love is everywhere! https://youtu.be/tOpWqWK0q4U Final Words If you are a fan of the series “Brandi Carlile Net Worth,” this is a must-watch. The series is about a celebrity and his net worth details, which will make you go “Geeeeez” while watching it (even if you don’t like this expression). Its high-quality graphics make it mesmerizing, along with the animation effects. It will engage you for hours, so if you have not watched it yet, do so and let me know how much you like it in the comment section. If you liked this article, follow our website, serveupdate.com, and don’t forget to follow our social media handles. Read the full article

[reincarnatedonthefirst]

I just remembered the beginning of my conversation with Derrick yesterday. He started off telling me that he’s now dealing with figuring out custody of his daughter between him and his wife. He wasn’t specific, though. I wonder if his wife is giving him a hard time…

I actually feel really bad for him in regards to this area in his divorce (custody). This will sound slanderous to black men in general but other than my own dad, I’ve never met a black father more devoted to his child than Derrick. I’ve dated black men with children before and the love for their children was either lacking or hardly there at all - particularly with the DAUGHTERS!

But since the day Derrick actually opened up to me about his marriage, he talks about his daughter every time we speak. The more we speak, the more he talks about her, raising her, and her future.

I truly hope he and his wife don’t disagree over custody. I’d hate to see him lose some opportunity to raise his daughter.

Divorce really does suck. I used to think that marriage was a complete joke (I actually still do), but when children are affected, I see that it can be heart-breaking.

Maybe I’d be less sentimental about his divorce if I didn’t actually KNOW what his daughter looked like!! But as you well know, I snoop on his wife’s social media page. I’m damn near a friend of the family! 😂

Man, I will be genuinely relieved if he and his wife reconcile. This is all too sad and he sounds hurt. But based on what he’s told me, she been planning to leave his ass for a WHILE! She’s not coming back!!!

My girl is moving up in life. I’m curious to see if she finds another mate again soon! 👀