#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)

[mischievouslittlecreature]

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

Word Count: 1,218

Warnings: Sexual content and 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 locks 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 brown 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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[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!

[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.

[ausetkmt]

No one spoils a daughter like a good father, especially if you’re dad is Snoop Dogg. During a recent appearance on “The Jennifer Hudson Show,” the rapper was asked about the “most over-the-top gift” he’s ever given his daughter, Cori Broadus. 

“The only thing about this gift is she never got to open it — or she hasn’t opened it yet,” Snoop Dogg said, leading up to the big reveal. “It was a million dollars for her wedding.” 

While the audience erupted into cheers, Hudson jokingly asked, “What do you ask for after that?” The rapper and father explained that though he gave his daughter the million dollars, if it were up to him, all of the money would not go towards the nuptial celebration. 

“I told her if it was me, my wedding would have been $100,000, and $900,000 would have gone in my pocket,” he added.

Part of the reason Broadus has not been able to open her father’s lavish gift yet is that in January, she suffered a severe stroke that postponed her plans to marry her fiancé, Wayne Deuce. In addition to documenting her road to recovery on social media, Broadus and her family are giving fans a behind-the-scenes look at her health scare and wedding planning in the upcoming E! News docuseries “Snoop’s Fatherhood: Cori and Wayne’s Story.” 

The couple, who got engaged in 2022, both have big plans for the wedding. 

“I’m a princess, so the prince has got to do it big,” Cori says in the show’s teaser. “My dream would be to have Justin Bieber [perform],” to which her father jokingly replied, “You got too many goddamn dreams.”

Ultimately, the West Coast rapper is very confident about her daughter’s fiancé. 

“I know [Deuce] is the one; as a father, you know,” he told Hudson. “Because as a father, one thing you know is when it’s your baby girl, you ain’t finna hand her off to nobody who ain’t gonna handle her with care. I don’t have to talk to him like ‘You better not [do this or that].’” 

Having been married to his wife, Shanté Broadus, for 27 years, the rapper says the best marriage advice anyone his age could give to young couples like his daughter and Deuce is “experience.” 

“When you’re young, and you’re in love, the best advice you can give people is experience … they have to experience that on their own,” he explained. “As a father, I understand that their love is their love, but I [also] understand how much he loves her.”

“Snoop’s Fatherhood: Cori and Wayne’s Story” will premiere on December 5 at 10 p.m. ET/PT.

[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?"

[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.”

[baddiedaddy7]

𝗝𝘂𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀🍀🧡

🌺𝕁𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖🌺

i don’t associate a height with this one. i’ve seen all types of heights with these ppl. may be thicc/curvalicious lmao. the guys here may be buff. forehead may be big, or may have a big head in general. laidback vibes. knows how to look on the bright side of things. at first you may be/come off as friendly, annoying, honest, loud, and cheery. chatty, and good at conversating. most likely extroverted. you can be humorous. celebrities:Rihanna, Whitney Houston, Ashton Kutcher, Richard Gere

💸𝕁𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖💸

attracts money, fortune, and just lucky in the financial world lol. may win the lottery, or just get rich by luck in someway. may love or hate/dislike foods from other countries, tropical/exotic fruits, wine, alcohol in general, etc. may like fruit based perfumes(strawberries, peaches, etc). may be attracted to nice legs, or thick thighs. athletes may be attractive to you also. you may have a big/thick neck. style may be with what’s popping/trending. the way you dress may be extra lmao. may dress according to a culture. idk why but i see bright colored clothes mainly here. a fan of name brand. you need to make sure to not burn a hole in your pocket, and buy useless things. generous.

celebrities:Madonna, Britney Spears, Jay Z, Robert De Niro

📚𝕁𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕕 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖📚

talks with upbeatness. joyful voice. may get lucky chances through neighbors, neighborhood, or siblings. a story teller that’s extra lol(adds details to their stories). may be a foreign student/go to school in a different state/country. may be the class clown, not go to school a lot, or just noisy at school in general lmao. lucky when it comes to school(may miss a lot of work but pass). may be popular among peers. you may have fat hands. siblings may have jupiter/sagittarius/9th house prominent in their chart. you’re most likely the sibling that plays too much, buys your siblings stuff, and your siblings may view you as chill, and happy/positive. has long convos w/siblings, and may have many siblings. driving may be fast, and reckless lol. may get overconfident on the road.

celebrities:Lana Del Rey, Hilary Duff, Jim Carrey, Dwayne Johnson

🧸𝕁𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖🧸

i see road trips with the fam here lmao/may have travelled a lot as a kid. may have had a big house or yard, and may have had extras at your house(pools, trampolines, etc). may have moved a lot/lived in many places. probably was taught abt other cultures as a kid. most likely has a huge family. mother may have been spiritual or religious, open minded, fun, free spirited, honest, and probably taught you not to be judgemental/close minded. if negative, she may have been rude, irresponsible/negligent, selfish, and arrogant. mom may have sagittarius/9th house/jupiter energy in her chart. gals here may have big boobies, or guys here may be buff.

celebrities:Miranda Kerr, Kesha, Jaden Smith, Wiz Khalifa

🎲𝕁𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 𝔽𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖🎲

generous, with little kids esp. may love to buy little kids toys, candy, etc. may have/want many kids. kids may have sagittarius/jupiter/9th house placements significant in their chart. may be too laidback when parenting/may not know when to set rules, may even be lazy with parenting from time to time. but on the bright side, they can teach their kids wise things and open minded ways. i feel like these ppl would accept their kids for who they are and love them no matter what. open minded, inconsiderate, free spirited, immature, and fun in the dating world/beginning of a relationship. your heart may be large lol(literally). may like to share with their partners, weather it’s food, clothes, gifts, etc. may turn up hard at parties, if not then they’re probably socializing with everyone, just knows how to have a good time. you may like dates where you can be outside(picnic, park, hiking, etc) or just have fun in general(amusement parks, beaches, dave and busters, etc)

celebrities:Kourtney Kardashian, Janis Joplin, Elon Musk, Will Smith

🍬𝕁𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 𝕊𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖🍬

doesn’t stay sick for long, and dodges illnesses. may have a bit of a tummy. big, & energetic pets might be what you want(i want a pet giraffe & this is my placement but that’s illegal lmaoo). so you may want a dog, horse, etc. may have multiple pets. most likely has many hobbies/activities. cares abt others, and doesn’t mind sharing. talented at many things. since jupiter indicates optimism, and 6th house rules everyday stuff, you know how to look on the bright side of things. can also be calm under pressure. we don’t have a routine, whatever happens happens, and we like to live in the moment. routines are too predictable and boring. caring

celebrities:Mariah Carey,Meryl Streep, Ben Affleck, Frank Ocean

🦋𝕁𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖🦋

may have a love-hate relationship with ppl that have a lot of jupiter/sagittarius/9th house in their chart. enemies may have jupiter/sagittarius/9th house in their chart or lovers/friends. may attract these ppl a lot. may attract fun, inconsiderate, open minded, immature, spiritual, chill ppl. may attract foreigners. may like to travel with other ppl instead of by yourself. you need to figure out what you want in the romance world. you may be commitment phobic. may have a friends with benefits at some point or a one night stand. you can attract many pleasant relationships though. you may have a big butt

celebrities:Marilyn Monroe, Alicia Keys, Drake, Jimi Hendrix

🐍𝕁𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖🐍

may be into mysteries. you may also attract money, or get it easily. may be transcendental. accepts change, and usually open to it. embraces the unknown, and death. intuition may lead you to luck. if you’re a vagina carrier, you may have big labias or clitoris, if you have a penis, it may be larger than average. high libido gangg lol. may like to fuck outside or like it rough, and reckless. doggy style lmao. fun filled sex is also seen here, and may want to have sex often.

celebrities:Taylor Swift, Tina Turner, Michael Jackson, Snoop Dogg

🍄𝕁𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖🍄

may major in religion, law, geography, culture, etc in college or university. knowledge refreshes your soul. optimistic outlook on things. values freedom. can either be rlly non judgmental, or judgmental and noisy. you may love to travel, and may have a love for trivia too. debates are fun to you, and you may have a knack for random facts. you may love to learn abt other countries, cultures, environments, etc. may know how to speak many languages, and may love libraries/books. you may have thicc thighs. wholesome

celebrities:Ariana Grande, Gwen Stefani, Johnny Depp, Keanu Reeves

🪐𝕁𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖🪐

your reputation may be that your wise, obnoxious, funny, chill, and cheery. pilot, flight attendant, professor, teacher, philosopher, etc may be a career of yours or something you’ve thought of being. need a job where you can either travel or spread/learn wisdom and knowledge. may have bulky knees. ambitious, knows how to get to the top. may be lucky in the career world, and get many opportunities.

celebrities:Angelina Jolie, Lady Gaga, Steve Jobs, Kurt Cobain

👾𝕁𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 𝔼𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖👾

friends, and ppl that crush on you often may have jupiter/sagittarius/9th house placements in their chart. may have bulky ankles/calves. may have friends or be the friend that likes to party, is loud, funny, wise, and chill. may have many friends from different cliques, so they may not get along. may have friends from different religions, cultures, and countries. may want/like to travel with friends. gets along with a lot of ppl. may be obnoxious.

celebrities:Zendaya, Anne Hathaway, Prince, Elton John

🐣𝕁𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕗𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖🐣

you may not have rlly care abt material things. sees good in everything. you may do mediation, if not then you should. you may be spiritual. may have big feet. you may be able to feel vibes off of people, and may be psychic. sees the big picture. you’re thoughtful, and careabt others. might share something and not expect anything in return/genuine.

celebrities:Beyoncé, Sandra Bullock, George Clooney, Barack Obama

[abnormalityjoseph]

Corey Cunningham • General Headcanons

I LOVE THIS GUY

Oh. Corey. The guy that lives in my head rent free right now? Headcanons for him? Sure.

Totally not like I just finished the novel and was scrambling to throw this out there.

But as for my thoughts on the novel and the movie,,,I like some of the movie’s change in dialogue, but I also feel like the novel gives more..context/insight? Idk how to explain it. Hopefully there’s an extended cut of the movie that I can watch eventually.

•••••

- A very polite and well mannered guy.

-> Well, he tries to be even when the entire town hates him.

- You might have seen my previous post, but I am a FIRM BELIEVER that Corey has some fluffy hair AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

- He’s so??? Emotionally distant towards anybody. If Yk what I mean?

-> [Most definitely terrified of getting emotionally hurt again. Especially with how everyone started to alienate him post-accident.]

-> Oh but he’s really touched starved.

- He may or may not…go a tad bit overboard. With affections towards his friends or a significant other(s).

-> I just think that he may seek physical contact from trusted friends. Platonic actions that would normally be seen a romantic (like hand holding), yk?

- He either gives awkward hugs or really good ones. Never an in-between.

- Corey would be very cautious of somehow stepping on your toes/boundaries. He doesn’t make many friends or ever had a romantic relationship (or generally made many friends—?)

-> Besides, he lost any friends he made after the accident. Because no one wanted to associate with the ‘Psycho Babysitter.’

- Totally would rant about ANYTHING because he doesn’t know social cues or when to stop talking.

-> Or— well, he would rant about his interests and then apologize because he feels like he talked too much. And feel like he just scared away any friend he could’ve made because he wouldn’t shut up.

-> It’s fine though because he would listen to his friends/romantic partner rant for as long as they want to talk. He’s a good listener!

- Might be a bit of a weird one, but I think he’d enjoy Twenty One Pilots and Wilbur Soot’s music. Dunno, just him listening to La Jolla/Saline Solution or Fairy Local makes sense in my head.

-> Also think he’d listen to Ship in a Bottle by fin, but I’ll make a different post for songs. Maybe.

- As for family.. I don’t know, his family life is definitely rough and tense as is.

-Resents his mother for being so overbearing (if that’s the right word for it), but can’t seem to fully hate her because she’s his family.

- He sometimes wonders about his dad, Wally, and if his life would’ve been better with him in the picture.

- He also doesn’t know how to feel about Ronald, his step-dad. He wasn’t really involved in his upbringing, but he’s nicer and way less of an overbearing parent in his life. Yet he still doesn’t do much to stop Joan.

- He doesn’t have social media. That’s probably a given but still.

- I feel like he wouldn’t vent to a friend by text, since Joan can snoop through his phone. He’d rather talk about his problems face to face, so the person can also share their problems as well.

- You know, he saw a psychiatrist for a bit before stopping? I’m assuming that’s the time just after the accident. It’s not a headcanon but it’s just something I noticed while I was reading the novel. It’s on, I think, page 207 on the digital version?

-> “…Mostly he just stayed at home. He had weekly trips to a psychiatrist for a while, but that was it. And this went on for months…”

- Corey may be able to tolerate terrible/mean customers, and the scrutiny or insults that any passerby could give him, but it’ll boil over eventually.

- He used to keep a diary/journal. But Joan (his mom) kept snooping and would find it. Now he can’t keep one in the house.

-> Well— maybe he hides it outside or the house. Maybe nearby the the place he works at.

- I think he doodles. Just on the corners of his notebooks. It’s kinda bad but hey, he never said he was a good artist.

- Post-Accident Corey can’t find that much enjoyment in Horror movies, especially The Thing, after well..you know.

-> Post-Michael Corey can though. He loves horror movies, and doesn’t feel that uncomfortable watching The Thing anymore. Just..fascinated. Over the concept of the creature, I mean. Shapeshifting alien…maybe a slasher movie would be more preferred for him still.

•••••

I… will write more stuff about a romantic relationship with Corey in a different post. And I’ll try to write more about post Michael Corey.

[her-storybooks]

Playing the Part: Aaron Hotchner and Y/N.

Summary: Prompt – Things change better for better or worse. Y/N and Aaron go undercover in a rich gated community charity ball, pretending to be wealthy newlyweds to tease and pull the Unsub into their direction. What else could be teased and pulled out into open air? Author's Notes: The love I have been getting over on Tumblr has been overwhelming! Thank you all so much! I can’t put into words how much you all mean to me! To say thank you, I tried writing a case (instead of using pre-existing ones from the series). It’s a little bumpy and, probably filled with plot holes that I missed and I’m sure others could clean the edges up for me – but you all gave me the confidence to at least try.

So,

you’re going undercover for the first time. Already a pretty big deal. To add to that, you’re going undercover with your boss – the man you’ve been crushing on for almost a year now. Now, a pretty bigger deal. And finally, you’re going undercover with your boss, who you’ve had a crush on for almost a year now, and you’re pretending to be newlyweds moving into a very private gated community. A massive deal.

All these thoughts were rushing around Y/N’s head as she sat in the passenger seat of a rolling SUV. The metal tin jostled about as her hands fidgeted with her phone, with lint on her clothes or dust on the seats. Her chaotic fidgeting contrasted with Hotch’s steady hands as he gripped the steering wheel. The silence was painful! The rumbling of the tires on the road was not enough to block out Y/N’s agonizing thoughts. Hotch seemed comfortable enough, his eyes staying focused on the road and his breathing natural. She tried not to stare, to obsess over the man’s prominent profile, dark hair, and brooding eyes. She tried not to linger on his strong dominating hands, imagining what they would be like roaming her body. What it would be like to have them wrapped around her…

“Shall we go over the case details again?” His voice snapped Y/N out of her juvenile fantasies with his deep booming authority.

“Er, yeah. Okay.” She stuttered, reaching into her bag and pulling out the case file JJ and Garcia had organized for them. “There have been a series of double murders of couples living in a wealthy gated community. All the couples appear to have gone to some sort of social fundraiser 24 hours before the murder. Their homes were obliterated, and family members said the victim’s valuables had been taken from the home and the body. Some Jewellery, watches, etc. But other valuables like TVs, cars, and technology were left behind… oh and diamond earrings were left as well.”

“It wasn’t about the robbery. The Unsub’s collecting trophies. Do we know what the significance of the jewelry was?” “The last victim’s family said there were wedding and engagement rings along with a necklace and watch the couple recently exchanged for their anniversary. My guess is this Unsub isn’t just attacking couples but attacking the concept of marriage. They would have to know the victims well enough to know which items were sentimental to the marriage – not just valuable in the price?”

Hotch hummed in agreement. “These higher-class communities rarely socialize outside their class. The Unsub either lives or works there. News the FBI was snooping around could scare off the Unsub.”

“Hence us going undercover to bait and catch the Unsub in the act.” Y/N nodded in understanding. “Should we… should we go over the back story?”

“I think Garcia thought up some of the basics, they should be in the back of the file.” Y/N flipped through the pages until she found Garcia’s flamboyant handwriting in pink stationery with little hearts doodled in the corner.

“I don’t think this is FBI approved.” Y/N laughed, pulling out the pink piece of paper and wafting it in the air. Hotch darted his eyes quickly to the document and saw the flares of Garcia. Y/N was giddy to see a small chuckle escape his lips.  “Okay, you are Aaron Steading, and I am the new Mrs. Y/N Steading, previously Y/N Brown. You are a lawyer… lucky you… and I…” Y/N sighed and shook her head.

“What?”

“To quote Miss Penelope Garcia ‘Y/N Steading is a private tutor who previously was a fabulous swimwear model.’ Subtle Pen.” Y/N scoffed, not daring to see Hotch’s reaction to her given alias but suspected she could see a grin in the corner of her eye. “We married two months ago after a 3-year relationship. Awr! Pen even found us his and hers wedding bands.” Y/N looked further at the rings bagged up and attached to the file. There was a bright gold wedding band crafted for Hotch and a matching, slightly thinner band for Y/N. Y/N was surprised to see there was also an extravagant diamond engagement ring, encrusted with sapphires. “Wow! Expensive. A bit showy for my taste. You couldn’t have picked me something more subtle?” She jibed, playing her character.

“Sorry Dear, you know I’m terrible when it comes to jewelry.” Hotch played along, secretly smiling smugly to himself when he heard Y/N’s bold laughter.

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Hotch and Y/N pulled up to their new home, an oversized mansion drenched in pearly white paint. Hotch helped Y/N get out of the car as the two pretended not to notice how the mailman looked an awful lot like Rossi and the gardener held a striking resemblance to Morgan. The couple walked up to the grand double door and entered the show home, already furnished, and stocked with food. The two agents scanned the house, looking for any signs of bugs or interference before meeting in the kitchen.

“All good?”

“It’s clear,” Hotch confirmed. “Okay, let’s go over tonight then.”

 Despite the series of murders, the social calendar was still in full swing, with members of the community dressed up and attending to drink expensive wine, show off their wealth and earn themselves the attention of a killer. Hotch and Y/N would go as guests to the night’s cocktails and live band events. As the newcomers, they hoped to get the community’s attention, along with the Unsub’s. The rest of the team would be in a house a few doors down from Y/N and Aaron’s. Both agents had a panic button hidden on their person if for any reason they needed their team. In the meantime, the BAU would stay behind closed doors and continue their research and profiling to try and figure out who the Unsub was. In case the profile alone was not enough to identify their killer, Y/N and Aaron were going amongst the vulnerable as bait.

“Cocktails at 8 followed by live music and dancing until midnight. Then come back here, hoping we caught the attention of the Unsub and get attacked in our sleep. Sounds like a fun Friday night.” Y/N joked nervously, jumping up to sit on the kitchen counter, her legs swinging as spoke.

“We know he goes after the wives first and with the most hatred so you can’t be out of my sight at any time,” Hotch instructed sternly.  

“Oooh, red flag!” She winced. “If this marriage is going to work, you need to give me my space. You know I was an independent spirit when you married me.”

“Y/N,” Hotch both warned and begged her at the same time.

“Okay, okay,” Y/N laughed, raising her hands in surrender. “How do you want to play this? We know we have to get the Unsub’s attention, so we need to stand out from the crowd.”

“How do you suggest we do that?” Hotch asked, now leaning, and relaxing on the counter himself.

“Well, we could be one of three couples.” She counted on her hands as she spoke, raising a finger to label each scenario. “There’s the couple who hate each other and spend the whole time making a scene and arguing. The couple who can’t hold their drink and therefore make a fool of themselves with karaoke and dancing on tables...”

“I vote we don’t do the second one,” Hotch interrupted.

“Or there’s the lovely couple who makes everyone uncomfortable with how happy they are.”

“Victimology says all the couples were happy and only married a year or so.”

“So…”

“So…”

Silence washed over the kitchen as the two tried to hide their awkward blushes. Suddenly a spot on Y/N’s shoe was very interesting.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Y/N.” Aaron broke the silence, he was always so sweet. He was so worried about upsetting her or not appearing proper. Y/N took pity and looked up to meet his eyes, smiling kindly.

“Let’s just, play the part. If I feel uncomfortable, I promise I’ll tell you. But only if you agree to the same!” Y/N jumped off the counter, presenting her smallest finger to engage Hotch in a pinkie promise.

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow as Y/N reminded him of his young son.

“Really.” Y/N nodded with a stern expression on her face. Hotch rolled his eyes and hooked his smallest finger around her.

“Promise.”

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“I’m not sure about this!” Y/N called from the walk-in wardrobe.

“About going undercover?” Hotch called back, buttoning up the rest of his black shirt from the master bedroom.

“No!” Y/N replied. “This dress Pen sent over. It’s not exactly subtle.” Hotch laughed to himself. Anything involving Penelope Garcia would not be subtle.

“Is there anything else you can wear?” he offered.

“Nope! She only packed the one dress, with a note stuck onto it saying, ‘Wear the damn dress or else!’” Hotch smiled again, wandering towards the closed wardrobe doors.

“I think you’re stuck then.” He heard Y/N hum in agreement before she grunted in frustration. “You okay?”

“I can’t get this damn zip up! Oh! Hold on…. Ouch!” he heard the crash and stumble of Y/N and could only picture what acrobatics were going on in there.

“Do you need a hand?” he asked, trying to make sure his voice didn’t waver. There were a few moments of silence followed by…

“Yes please.” A meek response came from the other room. Hotch pushed the door open slowly, stepping in and observing the carnage in the room. Shoes and items of clothing had been knocked over causing havoc amongst the shelves. But that wasn’t where his attention was going.

His eyes fell straight onto the sight of Y/N’s exposed back. Her elegant spine unprotected with the back of her dress falling deliciously open. She was standing in front of the mirror, holding her hands to her chest to stop the cream dress from exposing any more of her body. Her hair was swept to one side, glossy and shining. Her feet were bare, shoes laying on the floor. She looked up at him through the mirror as he stalked over towards her. When he met her eyes, her nerves failed her, her eyes went back to the floor. Hotch forced his hands to steady as one palm rested on the curvature of her hip. When his fingertips accidentally brushed the skin above the zipper, he heard Y/N gasp lightly, shudder even. The zip was stiff, no wonder she was having such difficulty. He had to tighten his grip on her waist as he forced the zip to glide up her back and rest just below her shoulder blades. Even though the task had been complete, Hotch couldn’t bring himself to take his hands off Y/N. They stood there, his hand on her hips and staring deeply at her reflection. Her hands fell from her chest, now secure in her outfit. He could see now why Garcia had picked this dress for her. It hugged her figure perfectly, not hiding and curve on her body. The neckline dipped, exposing just slightly more cleavage than he imagined Y/N was comfortable with. But it exposed her elegant neck and shoulders beautifully.

She finally looked up, meeting his eyes through the mirror. Her bright doe eyes could make Hotch do anything she wanted.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. Hotch felt reality hit him again, his hands fumbling away from her body and stepping backward.

“You’re welcome. Be ready in 15 minutes.” He practically ran out the door, leaving Y/N’s skin burnt from his touch and her heart threatening to burst out of her chest.

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Y/N stepped out into the warm summer night, heels tapping on the stone floor as she walked to meet Hotch at the bottom of the drive.

“You look good,” Y/N commented, taking in his dark suit. “But something is missing.” Hotch frowned looking down at his outfit for whatever was missing. Had he forgotten a button, was his zipper down? Y/N smiled as she teased, pulling her hand from behind her back and presenting Hotch with a black leather box. “Happy 2-month anniversary.” Hotch laughed in understanding, digging into his pocket to pull out a smaller blue velvet box.

“Great minds.” The couple smiled as they exchanged boxes. The gifts were bait, along with their obvious wedding rings. They were symbols of their marriage that they had to flash and show off to the members of the community.  Hotch opened the box to see an expensive dark brown vintage Rolex in perfect condition. Y/N was greeted with a white gold necklace with a subtle but clear diamond dangling in a pendant.

Across the street, a man left his house. He was dressed in a flashy grey suit and leather brown shoes. “Miranda! Come on!” he yelled into the house. “We’re going to be late!”  He looked at Hotch and Y/N with brief intrigue, pressing the start button on the game the two agents were about to play.

“Here,” Y/n stepped closer to Hotch, ready to play her part. She took the watch from the box and reached to hold Hotch’s wrist in her hand. She wrapped the watch around his wrist before stroking the top of his hand lovingly. The box was left on the floor as they smiled at one another, only half pretending to enjoy the intimacy.

“May I?” Hotch asked, nodding towards the necklace. Y/N turned around, gathering her hair out of the way. Hotch gently took the chain out of its box before discarding the packaging along with the other on the floor. The light weight of the necklace met her neck along with the touch of his skin on hers. She tried to keep her breathing steady as he fastened the clasp and let his hands rest on her shoulders affectionately. Y/N turned in his hands looking up at him with a comforting gaze. She reached up on her toes and pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

“Happy 2-months.”

“Happy 2-months.”

“MIRANDA! COME ON!” The man’s impatient yelling made the two agents jump and part slightly. They both laughed before linking arms and began walking to the hall.

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Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as they stepped into the ballroom. It was like walking into an old renaissance painting. The guests were extravagant, drenched in jewels and colors that sparkled in the low light. The dark mahogany floor was the perfect backdrop for billowing skirts of magenta, emerald green, and bright turquoise. Y/N looked at the men in tailored suits, their understated nature meant to only bring out even more attention to their well-painted wives. Y/N was beginning to wonder if she should have asked Garcia for a brighter colored dress.  She tried to look past the peacocks roaming the grounds and took more time to take in their surroundings. The ceilings appeared as if they would go on forever, dipped with pure white paint with golden accents. There were deep carvings and molds incorporated into solid wood, adding more elaborate decorations alongside the shining crystal chandeliers. A live band was situated in the center of the room, large and beautiful instruments producing sweet melodies that no one was dancing to.

“This is beautiful,” Y/N said aloud to herself.

“If you like this sort of thing,” Aaron murmured as they began walking towards the bar.

“What do you mean? It’s so grand and expensive!”

“I prefer understated beauty. A real beauty.” His eyes roamed across Y/N, bringing a heavy blush to her cheeks. With the way he was smiling at her, she suddenly felt more superior to any rich millionairess in this room. In a grand ball of women in expensive gowns, he was only interested in her. Just her in a simple black dress. Before Y/N had the time to remind herself that this was all an act, this was him playing the part, a young man with the beginnings of facial hair appeared beside them.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked politely.

“Yes, a scotch and…” Aaron ordered Y/N’s favorite drink, surprising her that he had that knowledge in his brain at all. And yet he did.

Their drinks were presented in crystal glasses, frosted as they had been kept cool. The two undercover agents clinked glasses in cheers and swallowed small sips. Aaron stepped close enough to rest his and on the lower of Y/N’s back, keeping her close as they scanned the other residents in the room. They were all couples. Women rested on their husband’s arms, batting their eyelashes, and smiling obediently. The men nodded grandly at other men, all with an air of arrogance Y/N couldn’t imagine Aaron possessing. The women laughed at jokes they hadn’t listened to, and men groped at women that weren’t their wives. They both watched as the man from the street earlier, appeared with his wife on his arm. She was dressed in a bright pink dress that fell off the shoulder, lipstick matching the shade of fabric she was drenched in. They walked in together, already bickering about something. But the moment another man and his wife approached, they painted on false smiles and leaned into one another. Hotch and Y/N both raised their eyebrows, a profiler’s mind never resting.

“Hypocritical, right?” the agents both turned back around to meet eyes with the bartender.

“Excuse me?” Y/N asked.

“A lot of couples around here are like that. They pretend to be perfect on the outside, but they’re only together to save face.”

“You sound like an expert in that field,”  Aaron commented with a suspicious squint, his hand gripping tighter around Y/N’s waist.

He’s just playing the part; he’s just playing the part – Y/N echoed to herself.

“People around here talk as if there isn’t staff everywhere. You can usually tell how recent an argument is based on how flashy the newest diamond the wife is wearing.” The bartender laughed bitterly before another patron beckoned his attention.

Aaron and Y/N turned back to the hall; their suspicions of fake happy marriages were confirmed.

“We need to mingle, don’t we?” Y/N groaned.

“I’m afraid so. Where do you want to start?” The two both looked around the room, trying to figure out who to approach first. “How about the peacocks over there?” Hotch nodded towards a couple standing by the large grand window. They were wearing heavily patterned outfits, rings on most fingers and designer logos on their bags and watches. A small crowd of people had gathered around them, listening to their every word. Y/N scrunched her nose and shook her head.

“It would look too needy. Like we’re trying to get people’s attention, not be dismissed right away. What about them?” Y/N nodded towards a couple hovering by the buffet. Their outfits were dark, blending into the shadows. Hotch shook his head.

“Not flashy enough, we’ll just blend into the background.  We need the elite social members to come to us. But how?” Y/N knew Aaron was just talking to himself now, thinking out loud and trying to come up with a strategy.

“I know.” She snaked her hand around her back, taking his hand and pulling him with her as she walked across the polished wooden floors. Aaron was preparing himself to be pulled into social interaction, to play his character in full. But suddenly Y/N stopped walking. She turned to face him with a nervous smile on her face. He squinted down at her in confusion. Her small hands skimmed up his chest and behind his neck. He felt her fingers brush against the tuff of his hair as they entwined and locked. “Wrap your hands around my waist.” She whispered quietly.

“Why” Hotch frowned, not aware that his hands were already following her instructions.

“Because married couples usually hold each other whilst they dance.” She hushed up towards him. Aaron’s eyes darted around as he became aware of where they were standing, and that they were the only ones standing there.

“Y/N, no one else is dancing.” He protested lightly. Y/N lifted on her toes, her lips coming to rest by the side of Aaron’s face. With her scent encapsulating his senses, the tickle of her hair against his cheek, his grip on her dress tightened.

“Then we’re bound to get their attention.” Her light and breathy voice ran through him, intoxicating him more than any brand or scotch could. She returned to her normal height with a cheeky smirk on her face. He was bewitched. He laughed and shook his head as he settled his palms spread across her back.

“You know I’m a terrible dancer. Remember our wedding?” he may have been talking like someone else, but the glint in his eyes was all Aaron Hotchner.

“You mean when you stumbled over my dress and fell into the wedding cake?” “Yes, that.” Aaron laughed.

“Well, then I guess you can use tonight to redeem yourself.”

The two held one another, teasing and playing their roles, but still not dancing. It wasn’t until the casual background music melded into a familiar melody that Aaron began to move his feet lightly.

I love how your eyes close whenever you kiss me And when I'm away from you I love how you miss me I love the way you always treat me tenderly But, darling, most of all I love how you love me

Y/N felt a tingle across her skin as Aaron’s arm snaked around her waist. His nervous unsure hands that had been hovering on her hips, were now moving with intent. He released one hand to reach and grab one of hers. Their hands. entwined together, rested on his chest. Y/N could feel the heavy beating of his heart from underneath their clasped hands. Eager to feel more sensations of Aaron, her spare hands stayed settled around the back of his neck. Her fingers and thumb slowly brushed and played with a tuff of hair, matching the rhythm of their feet. His short hair felt soft against her skin, tickling her fingertips as her nails scratched comfortingly at his scalp.

I love how your heart beats whenever I hold you I love how you think of me without being told to I love the way your touch is always heavenly But, darling, most of all I love how you love me

Aaron felt her body beating in his arms and suddenly he felt far too warm, too hot, and overwhelmed by how she managed to encapsulate his mind just by standing before him. He looked down at her, his gaze heavy and burying to meet her eyes. He was a profiler with the ability to read the unspoken words in front of him, but looking at Y/N, all the words blurred and turned to noise. She was playing with his hair, and it made him want to bury his face in her neck, breathe her in, and fall asleep as she stroked and caressed his neck. A blush crossed her face before she ducked her head and placed her cheek on his chest. He held her tightly, squeezing her body close to him and resting his chin on the top of her hair. Both closed their eyes and allowed the music to guide their movements since their minds were too occupied with mapping and memorizing how each other’s hold felt against their skin. The song went on and one by one, couples began to join them on the dancefloor. All of this was unknown to the two agents. They couldn’t care less about whether they had achieved their goal of grabbing people’s attention. Perhaps that lack of care was what pulled everyone’s eyes to the understated and unknown couple alone on the dancefloor, staring deeply and swaying against one another. An involuntary content sigh fell from Y/N’s lips as she closed her eyes and held Aaron’s hand a little tighter. He smiled, pressing a light kiss to the top of her sweet-smelling hair.

I love how you hug me I love how you squeeze me, tease me, please me Love, how you love me I love how you love me

Playfulness bubbled inside Aaron as feelings he hadn’t experienced in years were provoked inside of him. He pulled away from Y/N slightly, enough to make her stand upright, but not enough to separate their bodies. Her wide eyes looked up with the fear of disappointment before transforming into creased laughter and shock. He held her securely and dipped her body backward in an old-fashioned charming dance maneuver. The echo of her laugh radiated amongst the room, ringing in Aaron’s ears. He pulled her up again, pressing a smiling kiss to the temple of her head before pulling her in again, their swaying and comforting movements returned.

The song came to its end, but Hotch and Y/N were holding onto one another as if the melody was still going. They smiled up at one another so brightly Hotch thought he would have to squint. Y/N’s laughter bubbled in her chest as she swooned in Hotch’s embrace, not quite believing the scenario she found herself in. “Aren’t you two adorable!” A screeching voice cut through their moment like a blade. They two turned their heads to see the woman who was standing by the window earlier. Her bright blue and green dress billowing at her waist, her teased hair towering towards the ceiling.

“Oh, hello.” Y/N blushed, leaning into Aaron’s chest. “I’m Y/N and this is my husband, Aaron.”

“Nice to meet you,” Aaron nodded politely.

“Indeed,” the woman practically purred, staring Aaron up and down. “You just moved into number 16, correct?”

“Yes, that’s right. Our first home together.” Y/N grinned up at Aaron, painting her best gooey look of love on her face.

“Newlyweds!” The woman exclaimed. “Let me see the ring!” The woman reached forward, snatching Y/N’s hand from Aaron’s chest, pulling her towards her eye. The woman squinted looking down at the rings on Y/N’s fingers. Y/N swore she saw dollar signs appear in her irises. “Cartier? No, wait, Aurelia and Pierre!”

“You know your diamonds,” Aaron commented, trying to sound slightly pompous. The woman laughed loudly, dropping Y/N’s hand, and flashing her own, which dripped in gems.

“Is it not obvious?” she cackled. “Yes, my husband,” she sighed. “He manufactures jewelry for all the best designer stores.” Aaron and Y/N shared a look of fake 'impress' as the woman admired the rings on her fingers. “We only like genuine diamonds in this community and me and my husband are adapting at spotting fakes if you get my drift?” The woman eyes the couple suspiciously, communicating a slight warning not so subtly.

“Care to elaborate?” Y/N felt Hotch tighten his grip on her waist, a warning she was pushing it too far.

“Well take those two over there,” The woman pointed to the couple in dark clothing, hiding in the shadows. “You’ll notice they’re over there, and we’re over here. Enough money to get through the gate, but not enough to stay.” Y/N and Hotch spent less time observing the casual guests in the corner and more time watching the disgust on the rich woman’s face. She almost shivered and the imaginary dirt these people could be bringing into her fancy gated community. She turned back to the newest couple in front of her, painting on an obnoxious and fake smile. “But with diamonds like that…” She nodded back to Y/N’s engagement ring. “I’m sure you’ll fit in fine around here. And a matching necklace I see.” The woman now invaded the couple’s personal space, eyeing up the chain around Y/N’s neck.

“Oh! Yes,” Y/N squeaked, being pulled closer to the woman as she pulled the pendant closer. “It was a gift from Aaron. Just a silly little 2-month anniversary gift. Show her the watch I got you, darling.” Y/N breathed heavily with relief when the woman let go of her neck and instead clutched onto Aaron’s wrist.

“Vintage, how exquisite.” The woman’s eyes lit up again, dollar signs in full flow. “Well, duty calls. Best get back to my husband.” She had lost interest in the new couple, caring very little for who they were now she pegged them as upper-class.

“I don’t think we caught your name,” Aaron commented as she began to walk away, happy to have his hand back.

“Beaumont. Mrs. Baumaunt.” The woman threw behind her as she walked away, leaving the couple alone once again.

“How’s your hand?” Y/N laughed, lifting Aaron’s palm upwards to soothe the clawed skin from Mrs. Beaumont’s long fingernails.

“It feels violated. How’s your neck?” he asked genuinely, observing the light red markings from where the woman pulled too hard. He brushed his fingers along it gingerly, testing how tender the skin was.

“It’s fine,” Y/N wrapped her hand around Aaron’s pulling it away from her neck and removing his worry. She kissed his knuckles sweetly. Aaron felt a heat wave through his cheeks.

She is just playing the part; she is just playing the part. - He repeated to himself continuously.

“Let’s get a drink.”

The couple returned to the bar to get another drink, sitting on stools, and chatting happily with one another. Unaware that their every move was now being watched.

They had succeeded in getting the Unsub’s attention.

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It was nearing midnight, but the night continued with live music, champagne glasses being poured and clinking against one another. Y/N and Aaron continued to dance, keeping their hands casually on one another and casually showing off their sentimental belongings in conversation. It was easy enough. People were asking questions about how long they had been married. Making the anniversary gifts seem a natural addition to the conversation.

Y/N had been pulled into a circle of wives, all gushing over her necklace and asking her questions about her husband, as Aaron was ushered to a table of men. He kept Y/N in his sights, half listening to the words of rich men around him, half admiring the way the silk dress fell against her body. Admiring how her hair seemed to glimmer when she laughed and shook her head.

“Oh, you can tell the marriage is new! He still has that look in his eyes!” Aaron heard the rumbling of older laughter from the men beside him. He turned to see them smirking at him.

“My apologies.” He smiled politely.

“Give it time, son.” One man grumbled. “That look of admiration for your wife goes after 10 years.”

“George, don’t scare the boy.” Another man whacked his friend playfully. “Besides, you’re spoiling the ending for him.”

“I’m sorry, gentleman but I am still very much in love with my wife.” Aaron kept his tone light, pretending to enjoy the banter being thrown his way.

“That’s what I said when I first moved here.” The man from earlier, shouting at his wife from outside his house spoke with no humor in his tone at all. “Then the wives all start to compete with one another. Who has the most expensive wardrobe? Who can make their husband spend the most money.” The man appeared to be talking to himself, mumbling into his drink bitterly.

“Don’t mind Fredrick,” the man sitting next to Hotch whispered to him. “Mr. Frank is … struggling, let’s say. Used to own two houses in this community. Now he’s renting one out as a holiday home. The wife never got the memo that they were on a budget.” The man nodded over to a bright fuchsia dress, Maria if Hotch remembered correctly, staring enviously at the necklace around Y/N’s neck. An urge of protectiveness came over Aaron as he saw the way the woman was staring intently at the jewel around her neck, and not in admiration or envious fashion. The woman didn’t want a necklace like Y/N’s, she wanted that necklace instead of Y/N.

Aaron got to his feet, taking quick large strides through the crowd to reach Y/N. She didn’t see him coming but felt the sweep of his arm around her waist when he approached.

“Excuse me, ladies, may I borrow my beautiful wife for a moment.” The women all cooed and swooned as Aaron took Y/N to the center of the dance floor and pulled her close to him.

“Are you okay?” she asked as they began to sway again.

“What do you think of Maria Franks? Woman in the pink dress.” He whispered closer into her ear, burying his head in her neck, pretending to be whispering some seductive romantic conversation for those observing their movements.

“Well, she’s not in the inner circle and not happy about it. I thought she was going to snatch the necklace from around my throat.”

“So did I, why do you think I came over here?”

“And here I was thinking you just wanted to dance with your beautiful wife.” Y/N teased, enjoying the ruffled blush that came across Aaron’s face. He shook his head playfully.

“Rumour has it, her husband is having money issues. He’s renting out one of his homes.”

“Really?” Y/N asked, genuine intrigue in her voice. “Maria was boasting about how well they were doing! Showing off her new encrusted clutch.” Y/N put on a snooty voice and scrunched nose that made Hotch chuckle and hides his head in her neck again. Y/N laughed with him, diving her hand to nestle in his dark soft hair.

“So, Mrs Baumaunt and Maria Franks. That’s two suspects we can ask Garcia to check out if we make it through the night alive.” Hotch lifted his head, looking at her was intensity now. He knew she was joking, but the thought of Y/N being in harm’s way hit him like a ball to the stomach. Their plan went through his head again and he had forgotten that they weren’t there just to investigate. They were there as bait. They were hoping to be followed home and possibly attacked. And if the past crime scenes were anything to go buy, Y/N was in more danger than him. “What? What’s wrong.” Y/N asked seeing the concern on his face.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, okay? You’ll be safe.”

“I know,” Y/N nodded her head, her hand stroking the side of his face reassuringly. “I trust you.”

The song they had been swaying to hide their conversation faded. The room turned to clap politely. Y/N and Aron pulled themselves awkwardly away from each other’s bodies to do the same.

“Okay folks! It's officially midnight so this will be our last song. So, here’s your last chance for one last dance.” The band began to play a soft melody and wives pulled their husbands onto the floor one last time.

“One last dance?” Y/N shrugged. Aaron nodded, relieved to pull her into his arms again.

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Even though the band had finished their final song, many couples stayed happily seated in the ballroom, talking, and finishing the last of the event's wine. Aaron and Y/N stayed as long as they could, conversing with anyone they might have missed, and even talking to staff. But around 1 am, couples were yawning and agreed to call it a night. Stepping out into the cool night air, Y/N had barely shivered before Aaron placed his jacket around Y/N’s shoulders. They walked along the dark paths with their hands wrapped around each other’s smiling and talking as any other couple coming home from a date.  

“Did you see the woman in purple?” Y/N laughed.

“She was covered in so much fur, I thought she was a Muppet.” Aaron laughed with her. They came to the bottom of their drive and stopped, looking up at the house and reality crashing down on them once again. They faced one another.

“It’s likely nothing will happen.” Aaron tried to reassure her. If they had succeeded, when they closed the front door and went into their bedroom, it would only be a matter of hours before an intruder broke in, taking out their anger on Y/N more than Aaron, before putting them both in a box labeled 6 feet under.

“I know.” Hotch sighed heavily, knowing no words could bring either of them comfort right now. He stepped forward, his hand cupping her cheek tenderly. She smiled with watery eyes before closing them and indulging herself in leaning towards his touch. Hotch pulled her into his chest, stroking her hair and back in comfort. It was all he could do to stop himself from throwing away all caution and pressing his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him in return, an attempt to comfort him as much as he was comforting her.

A loud scream and clatter came from the distance. Y/N and Aaron ripped away from one another, looking at the houses further down the street. Perhaps someone else had gotten the Unsub’s attention. Y/N watched the alert turn on inside Hotch, she turned and gripped her face in his palms.

“Go inside, lock the door and call the team!” He was already running before Y/N could ask what in hell he was thinking of doing.

“Aaron!” she yelled after him as he sprinted into the dark. “Shit.” She cursed to herself.

Her training and years in the field kicked in. Her cover was no longer something to worry about. Her priority was getting the rest of the team alerted and that Hotch had backup. Her dress wrapped around her legs, slowing her down as she ran up the stairs. When she made it to the door, she was already searching through Aaron’s jacket pocket to find the keys. She had only just put the keys through the lock when the stinging pain ripped through her senses and suddenly, she couldn’t breathe. The chain that had previously been so carefully planted around her neck, was now digging into her throat, cutting off her air supply. Her hands clawed at the metal, trying to bury her fingers underneath the chain to protect her skin. Her fingertips had managed to pull the necklace away slightly when it snapped and fell to the ground. Gasping for air Y/N turned and saw a man with a sweaty face in a blue and black tux breathing heavily and eyes burning at her. He screamed furiously, his hands diving towards her neck and pushing her against the door of the house. Y/N tried to scream, tried to reach for something to push the man away, but his grip was desperately tight around her throat. Her vision was fading to black. There was an agonizing ringing in her ears as the blood pooled in her head. His knee dug into her stomach, pining her further into place. Just as her eyes began to close, there was a loud bang that echoed around her. She couldn’t see but she felt the weight of something heavy fall against her, crushing her to the floor – but now she could breathe.

She pushed away whatever weight was pressing down on her and rolled onto her stomach. She gasped desperately, still trying to scream for Aaron. She felt the padding of hands on her arms, but with the lack of sight to guide her, she panicked. She fought back, punching and hitting as hard as she could.

“It’s me! Y/N it’s me!” she heard Aaron’s fearful voice, followed by the blurry shapes of him coming into focus. Her hands finally stilled as she felt Hotch’s thumb brushing up and down her pulse point. She couldn’t whisper his name; she couldn’t ask him what was going on. She looked around and saw the man lying face down on the floor, a violent bullet wound oozing blood out the back of his head. She saw the gun discarded on the floor and recognized the standard FBI issue. A picture was being painted in her head, her breathing shallow and becoming rapid. Everything was noisy, everything was blurry. Aaron put his hands on either side of her head again, pulling her attention to him. “You’re okay. It’s over.” He said it over, and over again. He continued to repeat it even after she began to sob a silent scream and fell into his chest.

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The papers would report the headlines, but the details were typed up in a government report and filed in the FBI database. Desperate times had led Maria and Fredrick Franks to turn on their community. After being fired by Mrs Baumaunt’s husband, the couple struggled to keep up with the appearance and expectations of living in this gated community. Sick of the other wives looking down on them, Maria manipulated her husband into standing by as she broke into couple’s houses and stole their jewelry. But as they always do, things escalated. The couples woke up and the husband-and-wife team attacked. As burglary turned to murder, the guilt ate away at Fredrick and increased his drinking. That was until one night, after another charity event of dancing, after hearing his wife bitch and complain about the latest couple to join their community. After hearing how they had been approved into the inner circle almost immediately and how she wanted what they had. He was drunk, he snapped, and he shot her. But then what? The cycle wasn’t complete. After they killed, they had some sort of prized possession to either keep or sell. So, Fredrick followed his wife’s last want and went after the necklace of the new woman on the block. But this woman was an agent, with the backup of her partner who witnessed the attack and was able to grab his gun from his ankle holster and shoot him in the head.

All of this would be in the report, but the facts that wouldn’t make it to print were that Aaron Hotchner spent over an hour pacing back and forth, waiting for a medic to appear from behind an ambulance and give him the thumbs up.  The team was throwing questions at him, faster than he could answer. So, he stopped answering and started pacing.

Y/N sat on the ambulance bed, trying not to wince too dramatically as the medic checked her bruising for any open wounds. She checked her vitals along with her brain’s basic functioning and wrapped her in a blanket for the shock.

“I want you to take it easy for a few days. Physically you’re okay but you might have delayed shock.” Y/N nodded silently.

“Can you…” she coughed, her voice still raspy and returning to her. “Can you get Agent Hotchner?” The medic nodded with a light smile and disappeared to go and retrieve Aaron. Y/N barely had a second to take a deep breath before he was rushing to her side.

“Y/N,” he breathed desperately, hands holding her face, gently turning her cheeks left and right to check her neck.

“Hotch,” Y/N tried to calm him. His hands kept fussing. “Hotch, please.” She felt the tears brimming in her eyes. “Aaron,” tears finally fell down her cheek, the splash of cold water on the tips of her fingers finally halting Aaron’s fevered worry. His eyes met hers, bloodshot and wide, filling with his own tears.

“Oh Y/N,” he pulled her into his neck, breathing in the scent of her hair and feeling the vibration of her sobs against him. Her hands wrapped around his body and clang to him painfully tight. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you. I should never have left you.”

“No,” Y/n managed to splutter out, pulling away enough to stay in Aaron’s arms but far enough to see his face. “You did the right thing. You saved me.” She gave him a watery smile, her hands coming to his cheek to wipe away his tears. “I didn’t ask you here for you to say sorry. I wanted to tell you…” the words got lost in her throat again, a painful cough erupting from her chest. Aaron pulled away to rub his hand against her back as she spluttered. She looked up at him and laughed slightly. “The entire time that guy was choking me, do you know what I couldn’t stop thinking?”

“What couldn’t you stop thinking?” he whispered.

“I never thanked you.” Aaron looked at Y/N with tearful confusion. “For tonight. I know you were just playing the part but… keeping your hand on my back. Dancing with me.” She chuckled before blushing and looking away at the ground. “Kissing my head and holding my hand... I know you were playing the part but…”

She’s said that twice now – he thought - She sounds… disappointed? 

“But it meant a lot.” She admitted, finally looking up with an embarrassed smile.

“Y/N,” his hand returned to rest on her cheek, feeling like its natural resting place. “I was not just playing the part.”

“You weren’t?” she sniffled.

“No.”

Both of their breathing seemed to halt and freeze in their chests as they realized how close they were to one another. Aaron felt the tear moisture on her soft cheek underneath his palm, the silk of her dress underneath his hand as it fell to her knee. Y/N saw the change in his eyes as his hand left her knee and joined her on the other side of her face. Had she leaned into him? Or had he pulled her in? The questions left her mind as her eyes fluttered close and his lips pressed firmly onto her. A brief kiss. It lasted only a couple of seconds, barely enough time for Y/N to fall into the kiss before Aaron pulled away. He scanned her face, trying to take in her reaction. “Were you… just playing the part?” he asked nervously.

“No.” she shook her head quickly, head still cradled in his hands. The relieved smile on his face was the last thing Y/N saw before she took initiative. This time she knew she had leaned into him. She knew she clung to his shirt and pulled him closer to her as their lips merged. Their lips caressed one another more this time, but both agents kissed slowly – desperate to make the encounter last. Desperate to map and memorize every taste of expensive wine. Every smell of each other’s cologne and perfume. Every feeling of their beating hearts and every feeling of soft lips against slightly coarse lips.

Waves of emotions and exhaustion washed over Y/N as Aaron pulled away lightly, resting his forehead against hers. Everything had changed now and neither knew if it was for better or worse. But right now, Y/N and Aaron both took great comfort as Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist and settled her head into his neck. Her eyes went hazy and heavy as the emotional toll of the evening caught up to her.

That night Aaron would watch carefully as Y/N reassured their team that she was fine, that she just needed rest. Aaron would offer to drive her back to her apartment, with no suspicious eyes from the team. This was an understandable move on his part. He would hold her hand as they drove to her building. He would keep his hand on the lower of her back as they walked to her door, and he would check the locks on her doors and windows as she changed into her pajamas. She would giggle as he tucked the duvet around her body and order her to get a good night’s sleep before kissing her forehead. Just as he went to pull away, whispering his ‘goodnights,’ she pulled up and pulled him to kiss her lips.

Aaron was smiling the entire drive home to his son. He was still smiling as he checked his son was sleeping well. He was still smiling as he settled himself into bed and went over the memories of dancing and kissing her.

[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.