#Foundation Packaging Boxes

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Flawless First Impressions Start with Stunning Packaging

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What Are the Latest Design Trends in Custom Foundation Boxes

In a world where first impressions matter more than ever, the cosmetics industry has evolved to recognize the profound significance of packaging. As we dive into this blog post, we’ll explore the exciting world of custom foundation boxes and the latest design trends redefining the cosmetics packaging landscape.

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Nipple or Tip ( • )( • ) C. Sturniolo

"I also saw one of those weird makeup hacks-"

⟢ funny shit tbh. nipples and tips of dick are mentioned as well as balls. chris being unhinged in ulta, reader done with his bs but also down with his bs.

dividers by the one and only rose toy @bernardsbendystraws

You were a beauty lover, it was well known by everyone in your life. When you were a kid, you were constantly in your moms makeup bag, messing up her high-priced lipsticks and eyeshadows on a daily basis.

As you got older, that love for makeup stayed.

You had a whole beauty room in your two-bedroom apartment. You had the vanity, the box lights as well as ring lights, and drawers on top of drawers filled with makeup you may not even have a chance to touch.

Chris knew of your love for makeup, he has been in you're beauty room one too many times to think otherwise. He never saw it as too much because he knew it was your way of expressing yourself - he was never the one to hate on expression.

So here he was, driving you to the place he should just invest in at this point.

Ulta.

You spent so much time there, that the workers recognize you. You have the credit card, you've racked up points, and you memorized the aisles. This was basically your third home, the first being your own and the second being Chris's.

"Alright, what do you need today?"

You proceed to go through your list as you walk inside the bright store, the sound of Billie's "Birds of a Feather" playing over the speakers. The song distracts him for a moment, but he comes back to reality hearing you say foundation.

"Wait, didn't you just get a new foundation?"

"Well...Yes, but I need another one!" He gives you a look as the two of you walk over to Wyn Beauty. "Technically, you don't need another one. You have about forty of them, but who am I to complain considering you're paying?"

It's comical to him the way you stop in your tracks, your eyes widening in disbelief. "What do you mean I'm paying? It's your turn to pay!"

Chris chuckles to himself, fixing the beanie on his head. "I'm just pulling your clit."

"Chris please stop fuckin' talking to me. That's not even how the damn saying goes!"

He giggles like a schoolboy and kisses your shoulder, motioning to the bright green packaging in front of you. "Go ahead and pick out your millionth foundation."

And so you do, you pick out a new foundation...and concealer, primer, setting spray, bronzer, lip gloss, and lipstick.

"Ok, now a lip liner." Your words spark Chris's interest, his mind going back to a specific video he saw not too long ago. The two of you start walking over to NYX, and he decides to fill you in on the content he consumed.

"So like, I saw this makeup video on tik- Why are you getting makeup videos on TikTok? What girl are you sending them to?"

"I'm getting them because of you, dumbass. You're the only girl that actually puts up with me, why would I talk to another one?" You snicker to yourself knowing he's right.

He's too in love with you to go find someone else.

"Anyway, like I was saying. I saw this video on TikTok where this girl was trying out these makeup hacks or secrets, whatever it's called. So she said the best way to match your lip liner is to match it to your nipples! Crazy shit, but it has me thinking, what if you matched it to the tip of my dick?"

All you could do was stare at him in silence.

"You being deadass?"

He shrugs before answering you, a smirk that shows he's up to no good making its way onto his face. "I mean, I think it would look nice on you. A nice pinky red....It's up your alley anyway considering you have a blush named 'orgasm' and a mascara called 'better than sex' ."

"Didn't I tell you to stop talking to me?" He groans and pulls you closer, his hands settling right on top of your ass. "Come on it would be funny! I will literally give you my card and let you roam in TJ Maxx and I will take you to Chili's!''

"You had me at TJ Maxx."

You whip your phone out, thanking yourself for buying a privacy screen, and begin scrolling through your privet photo albums to find a picture of Chris's dick.

"Wait, you should match one to your nipples too. Then we can compare which one looks better."

He could be so childish at times, but you were the exact same.

The two of you stand in the aisle, holding up different shades of pink and brown to your phone. Eventually, you two settle on "Rose" and "Nutmeg", the two colors being the closest you could get.

Soon the two of you are back in the car and Chris is urging you to try on both lip liners, refusing to drive until he sees them on you. You first try on the brown shade, lining your lips with ease. It was a pretty color, simple and not unusual considering you always wore brown lipliner.

You turn to Chris, asking him what he thinks. "Sexy as usual. You know I like it when you do the brown ones." You smile at his flattering words, giving him a quick peck on the lips before wiping the lip liner off. You unravel the pink liner and swipe it on, rubbing your lips together so it blends out.

"So what do we think? Nipple or tip?"

You see the way his eyes dart across your face, analyzing everything about you.

"Both look good, you know you can make everything look good. It's what I love about you." You find your cheeks getting warm, never getting used to the way he makes you feel so good, even on days when you look like a bum.

"Come on, I promised to let you roam in TJ Maxx." He puts the car in reverse and begins driving towards the retail store. The drive is quiet for the most part, nothing but music and the occasional small talk. As soon as the two of you make it to TJ Maxx, Chris turns to you before getting out of the car.

"You know, I also saw one of those weird makeup hacks where this girl put her foundation on with her boyfriend's balls."

"This the last time imma tell you to shut up talkin' to me!"

[phoenixyfriend]

I have a life tip for you guys, which is probably self-evident if you think about it, and you may already be doing it, and it does admittedly fall into the general life advice that is 'reuse the boxes that things come to you in.' But. I consider it very helpful.

If you like Ferrero Rocher, and you like makeup, or things shaped like makeup, then:

Go to CVS or whatever your equivalent is. Buy a package of Ferrero Rocher as you normally would (if you would in fact normally buy them).

Do not get the big flat package. Do not get a small package. Get one of these:

(16ct is always available, 30ct is a Christmas special)

Eat them, or share them, whatever; you are probably getting more bang for your buck than you would with a small pack anyway, so that's nice. After you remove the wrapping, you can get rid of the remaining gold paint with rubbing alcohol.

These are a good height to store lipsticks. I'd go with the 16ct

The 30ct can fit those long eye-shadow palettes from Rimmel, and most of the quads you can get at a drugstore. They are both a good size for most foundations, concealers, primers, general squeeze tubes, eyeliners, lip-liners, and so on. They are more than wide enough to stack the single-pan highlighters, bronzers, and blushes.

You are going to end up with plastic packaging any time you purchase these chocolates (and I buy a lot of chocolate), but trust me that these boxes are so good to reuse.

Makeup obviously isn't the only thing that you can store (the 16ct would be great for packs of playing cards, if you collect those), but it's definitely been the most convenient thing I can do with these. I don't like throwing things out, and these boxes are such a good size and shape for things that are makeup sized.

(Long version with examples)

[starsinthesky5]

I've been watching videos of Taylor at the children's Hospital from last year and all I'm thinking about is songbird doing that in a Cincinatti hospital and it being so sweet. She's the first lady of Cincinatti your honour

a/n: this might have been one of my favorite things to write out. this concept is so :(

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she's is absolutely serious about her charity work and philanthropy. giving back to her community is one of the most important things to her, especially now that she’s in a position to do something about the causes she’s always cared about. she doesn’t just post the links or sign the checks—she shows up, rolls her sleeves up, and works.

she’s deeply involved in youth mental health advocacy—funding school programs, hosting quiet music therapy sessions, personally partnering with child psychologists to create resources for kids navigating grief, anxiety, or trauma. she’s a soft place for so many to land. the kind of person who will read through every letter sent to her team from a worried parent or a hurting teen, and figure out a way to respond, to help.

and food insecurity? that’s close to home for both her and joe. they’ve seen what hunger does to a family. they remember. and she and joe put real money and heart into community food banks, his foundation, student lunch programs, meal kits for families during the holidays—always quietly, always intentionally.

her name's on programs and articles now, sure. but it’s also on the mouths of the kids at the shelters who light up when she walks in.

because she goes. regularly.

like to the children’s hospital in cincinnati—where the nurses and staff just smile when they see her name on the visitor log. she usually shows up in a soft cardigan, no makeup, her hair up with a bow. guitar case over her shoulder, tote bag full of handmade care packages in hand. she brings notes for the parents, bracelets and stickers for the kids, books for the rooms.

and it’s not a media event. it’s never performative. no press, no announcements. she doesn’t let her team record it. the only footage that exists is a few grainy phone videos from starstruck nurses or overwhelmed parents who post about how kind she was, how she remembered their kid’s name weeks later, how she sang lullabies to the babies in the NICU.

she sings for them, but more importantly—she sits with them. cross-legged on the floor beside hospital beds. reading storybooks aloud with funny voices. letting a five-year-old decorate her face with butterfly stickers. holding hands with a scared teenager and asking, what’s your favorite song right now?

sometimes when she’s at the hospital, the kids ask her about joe in the shy, giggly way kids do—“is he really your boyfriend?” or “he’s my favorite quarterback ever!” and she just beams, leans in like she’s telling them a secret, and says, “mine too,”. they light up when she pulls up a silly picture of him in her phone—usually something where he’s got bedhead or a grumpy face—and they all giggle together like it’s the funniest thing in the world. one little boy once asked if joe could come visit too, and when she said maybe next time, he asked if joe liked fruit snacks, so he could save him some. she texted joe immediately. he showed up two days later with a whole box.

speaking of, when joe comes with her? it's so special.

he doesn’t like attention. but he loves her. and she’s the one who got him to be more hands-on with his foundation in the first place. more than just a name or a face—she inspired him to show up. to go to the shelters. to play catch with the kids from the food programs. to give the teens at the mental health center someone who listens, not just someone who donates.

when they go together, it’s not a spectacle. joe’s quiet in the background—handing out juice boxes, playing uno, helping a little kid build a lego castle while she sings a lullaby across the room. they leave with drawings tucked into her tote bag and little friendship bracelets on both their wrists.

and yeah, cincinnati knows.

they call her the first lady of the city with so much love it doesn’t even feel like a nickname—it feels true. like she’s theirs, and they’re hers. and joe? joe just grins when people say it. because she wears that title so naturally, so gracefully, like she was always meant to.

because even with all the fame, the shows, the stadiums full of people screaming her lyrics. this is who she is. someone who shows up. someone who gives. someone who cares.

and she brings him with her. and teaches him how to care even louder.

[stardustspell]

LA DISASTER RELIEF LINKS INCOMING!

As someone who used to live in Los Angeles, seeing footage of the devastation happening in the city is extremely heartbreaking. So many have lost their homes and still face extreme peril, including many of my dear friends.

Here's a list of organizations with boots on the ground you can contribute to if you want to help.

Donate to The Red Cross

Donate to LA Food Bank

If you're in the affected areas, consider donating the following to your local The Salvation Army:

Bandanas, work gloves, and other protective clothing items

Bottled water and other packaged drinks

Boxes, barrels, and heavy-duty plastic bags (for survivors to collect their possessions)

Cleaning items such as rags, mops, brooms, and scrub brushes

Device chargers First aid kits

Flashlights and batteries

Gently used or new work boots or rain boots

Hygiene items including soap, detergent, disinfectant, garbage bags, and hand sanitizer

Infant care items such as formula, diapers, and rash cream

Linens such as bedding and pillows

New undergarments such as underwear or socks

Nonperishable, packaged food items and snacks

PPE, including dust masks

Protective equipment such as work gloves, boots, helmets, and masks

Rebuilding supplies, including plastic tarps, nails, plywood, and hand tools

Toys and books to entertain children

Utility tools such as plastic buckets, shovels, and rakes

Donate to Direct Relief which provides supplies to healthcare providers and first responders in wildfire affected communities.

Donate to the Los Angeles Fire Department Foundation

Donate to World Central Kitchen

[tarotwithavi]

What kind of lovers do you attract/ are attracting?

How to choose a pile?

Take a deep breath and gently close your eyes. Politely request your spirit guides to reveal the appropriate pile meant for you, then open your eyes. Whichever pile captures your attention is the one meant for you.

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Pile 1

Your energy has this amazing superpower to heal, like a magic balm for broken hearts. It's no wonder people are drawn to you like bees to honey. You're like a walking oasis of comfort for those who've had their share of love's bumps and bruises. Those you attract are the creative types, the ones who think outside the box and color outside the lines. You've got this magnetic pull for guitar-strumming, canvas-painting, poem-writing folks. You know, those artsy souls who've often danced with heartache. It's like your aura says, "Hey, bring on the creatives!" Your magnetism doesn't stop at artists. Nope, it goes all the way to the bank, you attract some deep-pocketed darlings. Money? Not an issue for them, they've got it going on. And oh boy, strength? Both mental and physical? It's like you've got this fiery aura that's a total strength magnet. And hold onto your hats because popularity is part of your package deal. You snag the ones who are well-liked, the ones everyone wants to hang around. It's like you've got this neon "cool people only" sign that shines super bright. The people you draw in might be total opposites of you. I know, wild, right? But hey, life's all about surprises.

Pile 2

So, this is my personal pile of hopeless romantics. Get ready, because the lovers you're pulling in? They're just like you. You're like a magnet for those total dreamers, the ones who see love as this magical, larger-than-life adventure. You know those who could fall in love with the idea of falling in love. Yep, that's who's knocking on your heart's door. You're also attracting a bunch of daydreamers , those people who view love through these super rosy glasses. It's like they're lost in this fairytale, and they're looking for their partner to be the co-star in their romantic movie of life. And guess what? Your energy is like a beacon for the brainiacs too. You're snagging those who are smart, logical, and always ready with a dose of sensible advice. They're a blend of both worlds. It's like they've got this epic tug-of-war between their dreamy side and their practical side, and you're right in the middle of that sweet balance. They might not be super experienced in the love department. It's like they're all about that puppy love, that innocent and genuine kind of affection. So, whether you're nodding your head like, "Yeah, that's me," or you're like, "Wait, what?" this is your magnetic vibe.

Pile 3

You've got this power to pull in super dedicated lovers. They're the ones who are all about their hustle, totally work-oriented, and maybe even more focused on their projects than on matters of the heart. But hold on tight, because you've also got a thing for those who date with marriage in mind. No casual hookups for you , it's all about those who are in it for the long haul. Now, let's talk about down-to-earth vibes. The ones you attract, They're as grounded as a sturdy oak tree. It's like they've got their feet planted firmly on the ground, which makes for a really solid connection. And speaking of connections, you're kind of a magnet for the old-school romantics. Yep, you're attracting those who've got a dash of old-fashioned love in their style. It's like they're straight out of a vintage love story. The lovers you're drawing in are all about stability and commitment. Heartbreak? Not on their agenda. These are the ones who are ready for the real deal, a relationship with a rock-solid foundation. So, if you've been worried about love's rollercoaster, fret not. Your vibe is all about that steady, unshakeable connection.

[kigieri]

Turbulence

The Danny Ric Series🍯🦡

Daniel Ricciardo × Reader

Trying to get pregnant can be a beautiful journey, full of delight and happiness, or it can be a sorrowful venture, full of despair and self-loathing, as it goes on and on and on.

A/N: Welcome! I hope you enjoy The Danny Ric Series. It is dedicated to the wonderful man that brought so much joy to Formula One and its fans.

This is my longest fic to date, and I'm very proud of it! Getting pregnant can take a long time, sometimes up to, or over a decade. It's a journey that can look very different from person to person. I wanted to showcase this a little bit. I have no idea about IVF or adoption in Monaco or Australia, so I held the topic very brief.

This story on AO3.

Standing in front of the bathroom cabinet, she looked at the multiple packages of pregnancy tests. Footsteps could be heard, before Daniel stepped into the room. He slipped his arms around her waist from behind her back, kissing her neck lightly. "So, do you want to take one?" She smiled. "I'm not pregnant yet." He nodded, searching for her eyes in their reflection. "Yes, but I know you want to take one and we better make sure. We'll have to try extra hard if you aren't." A light red flushed her face and she grabbed behind herself to pinch Daniel. "You're unbelievable!" Laughter filled the air between them.

She picked one up and opened it, taking the content out of the box before placing it on the rim of the sink. "Let's do it." Daniel took the test from her and took a step back, while she read over the instructions. "Just normal procedure." He looked at her, slightly confused. "Uhm... And what's normal procedure?" Her eyes found his as she turned and looked up. "You... you've never heard how to take a pregnancy test?" He shook his head. "Where should I have gotten that information? We were always careful, there was never a scare, so I've got no idea." She shook her head in disbelieve. "Men. This is just..." She waved the description around. "It's just something you know."

The Aussie shrugged his shoulders. "You pee on it, wait a bit and if it's two lines we weren't as careful as we thought, right?" She rolled her eyes. "That's about right." A big smile took over his face and he stepped towards her, pulling her towards himself by the waist. He kissed her briefly. "Just take one, okay? To mark the beginning of the journey?" She nodded and kissed him again. "Gladly."

Twenty minutes and a lot of banter later, they were looking at a negative test. Their breath slightly faster from a short make-out session. While she carefully put away the test and washed her hands, he could not look away. "I love you." She turned towards him, a towel in her hands to dry them off. "I love you too." His smile was intoxicating and, after she had hung up the towel, she walked over to him.

"I cannot wait to start a family with you." His words were breathy, genuine and filled with emotions. "We've waited long enough, haven't we?" Daniel nodded, taking her into his arms once more. "It was worth it. I want it. We're happy, married," his hand reached for hers to stroke over their wedding band, "and we're more than ready." Her head rested against his chest. He continued, "The moment I will hold our child in my arms will be the happiest of my life, right before meeting and marrying you."

***

Two months had passed since that first test, and her circle had continued. Her period came just as regularly as before. She was sitting on their hotel bed after a race. She had left before Daniel, he had still been in a meeting and wanted to sign a few autographs afterwards. Her hands were occupied with taking out her earrings, she had already taken off the slight make-up she had put on that morning.

A little while later, while slipping out of her blouse, she looked at a hickey Daniel had left a few nights prior. It fell just below her neckline, so she had not needed to cover it with foundation. Her thoughts drifted to the week ahead, while she grabbed her pajama and walked into the bathroom. They had told her parents that they were trying for a child. Some people might find it peculiar, since it was intimate information, but she thought it was wonderful to include their families. After the next race, they would return to Perth, and they planned to inform Daniel's family as well.

After a quick shower, she laid down in bed, opening her book and starting to read. She tried to stay awake, wanting to greet her lover when he returned from the circuit. She had just finished a chapter when the lock gave off a beeping noise. Daniel entered silently, and a smile spread over his face when he saw she was still awake. He walked in and placed his backpack and keycard on the table, before walking over to the bed and leaning down to give her a quick kiss. "It's late. You should have gone to bed." She reached her hand up to stroke over his beard. "I wanted to greet you and give you a chance to talk." He nodded while stepping back and beginning to strip. "Thank you." He motioned towards the bathroom. "I'll take a quick shower first." And with those words he was already inside and the door fell shut behind him.

The shower could be heard in the bedroom, and she waited for it to stop before standing up and taking a fresh pair of boxers out of the closet. She opened the door slowly, the steam escaping the room hitting her nonetheless. Daniel was drying himself off as she held out the clothing to him. He smiled at her and took it. "Thanks. Forgot those." A slightly amused sound left her mouth. "Wasn't the first time, won't be the last one." He shook his head. "Nah."

Silence fell between them as Daniel got ready, and she sat down on the side of the bathtub. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Daniel's attention was caught by something on the little rack next to the toilet. "You got your period?" She nodded. "Yesterday evening. Didn't want to tell you before the race." He turned around. "No problem, you tell me whatever, whenever." A slight smile painted his lips. She stood up again. "Bed?" The Aussie nodded. "Let's go to bed. I'm dead on my feet."

They turned off the lights and slipped under the cover. Normally they slept without touching, they cuddled to fall asleep but turned away during the night, needing space to move. This night, however, Daniel's arm remained wrapped around her belly as they both dreamed about the small little family they were going to create.

***

Morning had creeped in some time ago, and they had enjoyed a quiet breakfast. The end of the season had come faster than either of them anticipated, but they were happy nonetheless. A little free time for themselves before it all began again. Daniel had started doing the dishes. He enjoyed the mundane tasks without pressure or an event in his neck.

The bathroom door had been closed for some time when he finally walked by it. He had wanted to check on her before going out to work on one of the dirt bikes that was making trouble. He knocked lightly, his knuckles barely hitting the wood. "Come in." Her voice was meek and brittle. The door creaked just a bit while he pushed it open, he wanted to fix that this break too. She was sitting on the closed toilet lid when he entered. Her vision was blurry when she looked up at him, her eyes tearful and puffy. Her cheeks were red, and her lower lip wobbled. She held out the pregnancy test silently, Daniel did not need to look at it to know the result.

He kneeled down in front of her, laying the test next to his legs on the ground. He also felt like crying, but right now he needed to be there for her. He cupped her face in his hands and brushed her tears away. "It will come. I hate it too, but it takes time. We've been trying for over half a year, but a lot of children have taken longer. It is normal." The nod she gave was barely noticeable. He leaned up a bit, and took her into his arms. "It will come. I know that, and you know that, and the waiting is painful... fuck." His own vision was turning blurry. "But that'll make it so much sweeter when they're here, okay?" She nodded into his neck, even though she was hardly convinced. His words filled her heart with warmth nonetheless.

Her arms encircled his shoulders. "I love you and I just want to be pregnant. Just have them here." Daniel nodded. "I understand." She stroked his neck and hairline. "I know it's hard for you too. You'll talk to me about it, right?" He nodded again. "I will. I promise. It's hard for me, too." A watery giggle left her mouth. "We'll do this together." He leaned back enough to look into her face. "It'll be really hard for you to get pregnant alone, I would think." A lough bubbled out of her, and Daniel released a breath he had been holding. There was much to be talked about, but she was smiling again.

***

A baby shower was not something she wished to attend at the moment, but she pushed her own feelings to the back of her head and tried to be as happy as possible for her friend. Both her and Daniel had been invited. He, however, had a race coming up and was already halfway around the globe.

The night before leaving, laying behind her, with one hand splayed across her stomach, he had whispered that she did not need to go. Not alone and not ever if she did not want to. She had shaken her head. Their journey may be harder, but she still wished to enjoy the happiness of others.

Now she was tying a small bow around the present. She had abstained from using wrapping paper or glitter, only a few stickers and a bow. The aftermath of today's party would be enough to clean up, even without all the presents that had to be opened.

She looked over at the magnetic board that they used instead of a pinboard. There, next to a neat and minimalistic invitation, hung the small ultrasound picture that had come with it. She had caught Daniel the evening it arrived, sitting at the dining table and staring at the little one. She had swallowed and walked by, not knowing how to approach him at that moment. After she had finished emptying the dishwasher, and before going to sleep, she had done the same. While looking at it she had cried, as silently as she could muster, but she was sure he had heard her anyway.

They had lain in bed that night, a space where a lot of their conversation about children now happened. He had spooned her once more, neither being able to look into the other's face. Daniel had started with small stories from his childhood, about his parents and siblings, and she had listened and shared her own stories. They might need longer, but they would get there. At least, she hoped so.

***

Going to the baby shower had been a good idea, it was a nice evening, with a lot of heartfelt stories and most of her friends in one place, which did not happen often. Coming back was hard, however.

She went through the next few days on autopilot, waiting for Daniel to return, but not entirely sure what she would tell him when he would. They could hardly try harder. There was little they could do but wait. Hope, month after month, that her period would stop. She wouldn't even say no to morning sickness, even though she was very sure she would regret that statement at one point or another.

When Daniel came home, she was vacuuming. He had told her when he would be arriving, but she had lost sight of the time, trying to occupy herself. They hugged and kissed, Daniel started talking about the weekend and what he had gotten up to, next to what she could see on the screen, and she talked about what she had done. She pulled up pictures from the baby shower and, since she had kept it secret from him until now, told him that it would be a boy. He was delighted by that.

They didn't talk about children that evening, or the day after, or the day after that. She simply did not know how to approach the topic, how to express her thoughts. She herself could hardly make sense of them.

In the end, it was Daniel that sat them down on the couch. He was very sure about what had been running through her mind since he came back. He didn't know what to say either, but he had another idea. One that wouldn't solve their problem, but one that would maybe help them be a bit more positive again.

"So, um. I was thinking of emptying the small room. Everything that's inside could be placed somewhere else. It's not that much, and then we'd have a blank space." Not knowing what she would think of it, he looked at her expectantly. He would suggest painting the room already, but collecting a few ideas and having the space free might help them get a bit of their excitement back. He hated the dread he sometimes felt, and he hated even more that he didn't know how she felt.

She took his hand and started playing with his fingers. She didn't look at him, that was another thing that had started recently, and he hated it but, once again, didn't know a solution too. "That's a very nice idea." Her voice was meek, the enthusiasm he had hoped for was not to be found. "But?" He turned his hand, squeezing hers. At that, she looked up at him. "I don't want to look at an empty room, not knowing when it will be filled." Her face had that apathetic look, the one he knew to associate with deep sadness coming from her.

"Okay, I understand that." He thought of something else, anything else, and remembered something Max had shown him a while ago. Kelly had created a Pinterest to redesign her daughter's room. Something like that may work.

"How about we start collecting ideas for the room? I know we both bookmark Instagram posts but something more specific. So that we'll really have a concept when it comes down to it. I know it'll take some time for you to decide on all the furniture." She smiled softly. He knew she liked it when he showed that he knew her. "I have already collected a few." He nodded, that was what he wanted to hear. "Then let's look over it together, let's really get into it, yes?" Her smile was contagious.

This would not solve the problem, but it would bring them together once more. It would bring them joy that they were, at this point, severely lacking. It would also simply give them more time. Something to fill the gap between now and that fateful day they were waiting for.

***

The doctor's appointment had been in her calendar for some time. She had laid it precisely so that Daniel could come with her. A bit of dread filled her when thinking about it, but also hope. This could help them, after almost three years of trying.

Daniel had bought her flowers this morning on his jog, promised her they would get pastries on the way back. No matter what the doctor was going to find today, she would have her partner by her side and he would stay.  No matter what outcome there'd be.

The conversation was nice, this was not her first appointment with this gynecologist and she trusted her. Most of the testing had been done in advance and, as they were going through every little thing that regarded her reproductive system, Daniel held her hand.

He had already been tested for everything under the sun that could pose a problem with his fertility, and Daniel's doctor had told them the same thing her doctor was telling them now. There was no problem. There was no reason that could be found as to why they shouldn't be able to naturally conceive.

They talked a bit more about different options before saying their goodbyes and leaving. The confirmation was a relief, and Daniel hugged her tight when they were standing alone in the corridor. They had both let themselves be checked out before starting to try for a baby in the first place, but this second search had been more thorough, had focused more on things that could cause fertility issues, and now they knew there were non.

After the promised breakfast and a quick stroll along the harbour they found themselves back in their apartment. Daniel had sat down on the couch, and she had found herself a place on his lap. She had laid her head in the crook of his neck.

They were both contemplating what this meant. They could have children together, it was simply taking a long time. So they'd continue as they had before, trying and waiting. A game they were both sick off.

"You know what Lando said the other day?" His voice was filled with humour, not as enthusiastic as normally, a little bit dry. She rolled her eyes. "Do I even want to know?" Daniel shrugged, turning his head to give her a kiss on the hairline. "'This would all be so much easier if you were teenagers.'" She sat back a bit to look at his face, an incredulous look on her face. "Seriously? That little fucker!" Her exclamation was one of disbelieve, but she fell into slight laughter afterwards. "If one of you would have been a teen parent, it would have been Lando!" Daniel smiled too, the topic would be one that they couldn't sweep under the rug, but for today they'd had enough serious conversations. "I don't know, Pierre is also a contender." They fell into laughter once more. As they continued to bicker, one thing was clear. They'd do it together.

***

They had started talking more about it once again. Determined that they would grow on this journey. Even if it was hard. Their chat was filled with pictures of negative pregnancy tests, since Daniel wanted to know about every single one she took. Most of the time, even when he was in a completely different timezone, he facetimed her so they could talk during the wait.

She was very sure she could, at this point, estimate the time it took for the test to show a result by heart. There had been a time when she hadn't even bought pregnancy tests anymore, discouraged by their year-long trial. The simple motion of taking one from time to time was, however, showing her that it was still part of their life and that it would happen someday.

On the magnetic board in the kitchen hung a leaflet. It was folded and consisted of a few pages of content.  It had hung there for quite some time. She had put it in her purse without much thinking, after seeing it laying on a side table at the doctors. There were descriptions in it of different ways of conception except the natural one, and a short introduction to the adoption process.

Daniel had asked her about it, and she had answered that she wanted to know the options they had. Now it was more of an eyesore to her. The options that were presented were valid and good ones, but not the ones she wished to take at this point in life. That's how she found herself walking over to it, in the middle of making dinner, and taking it down. She opened the bin and dropped it inside.

Later, after having had dinner, Daniel nodded towards the empty spot. "You took it down?" She nodded, laying down her cutlery. "I threw it out." He nodded in response, but his expression was questioning. "Why? It was a good pamphlet, I read through. I even, um, looked some of it up. Pretty informative and they presented different options." She leaned back, relaxing in her chair. Talking about it had become easier. "I know, I read it too. But it was not really what we were planing on, right? If we ever do consider it, we can get another one, but right now we're still trying... how did you say it? 'The old-fashioned way'!" Daniel smiled, bright and intoxicating. Once more, she thought about the love she harbored for him. "Yes, that's understandable."

He drank a bit and a comfortable silence settled over them, neither wanting to stand up just yet. "Would you consider other options?" His voice was low. She looked back at him, her gaze having drifted off to another point in the kitchen. "Yeah, we have talked about it before. We'd have to talk about it a lot more, of course, but I am open to something like IVF, or even adoption. I know that's a topic you have looked into a bit deeper." Daniel nodded and cleared his throat before he answered. "I think it's something important, and I would like to look into it even after you get pregnant." He searched for eye contact, gouging her reaction.

This was not a new conversation, something like this had come up multiple times before. The conversation had, however, never been this serious. They had talked about the process a bit and how they felt about it, but that he considered it this seriously was new to her. "Okay, I'm open to that. Do you want to talk more about it right now?" He drank some more water, apparently a bit nervous. "It's always something I have thought about. It is complicated and comes with more problems than I can probably think of, but every child deserves loving parents. They'd not be ours biologically, but I don't think that is the most important thing."

She thought about it for a few moments and nodded. "Yes. We'll have to talk about it a lot more, but I understand where you are coming from, and we want more than one child, so it is something to consider." Daniel smiled at her. "We don't have to plan it out now. We still have at least one child planned before that." He looked at her stomach before continuing, "There are seminars and stuff like that about it, so we could maybe look at that." She nodded once more. "I think that is a good idea."

***

Over the years they had been approached by different people with different attitudes. Sometimes it had been when they were together, but that had been more so in the beginning. The more time that passed without her getting pregnant, the more of their friends approached them individually.

When they had told their families, they had gotten a lot of heartfelt good wishes and a few snarky remarks from the younger members of the families. Daniel's mother had made a remark about becoming a grandmother in every second conversation for the remainder of the time they had spent there. His sister had talked about parenthood, the highs and lows of it. Painting a happy, but also quite difficult picture. They had, while talking about it after returning home, noticed that she had taken each of them aside to talk about the pregnancy and the first few months after it. She had told them about the hardships and that it could be a horrendous time. Giving both of them advice, catered to their role in it. They had both been quite touched by it and thanked her the next time she had called.

Sebastian had talked to Daniel during the phase where he was constantly worrying. She may not be pregnant, but he was already considering all the things he could do wrong as a new father. Seb, who had his own family, reassured him. He had told Daniel that he'd be a good father and that he would learn a lot. Parenting had aspects that were more natural than others, but as long as they'd do it as a couple, there shouldn't be anything important going wrong. After a few more frenzied interactions, he had cornered Daniel once more and had, as Lando would later call it, used 'dad jokes' to help. Which meant more reassurance, that a wrongly wrapped diaper would not make him a horrible father.

For her there had been a lot of advice regarding the pregnancy, some better than other, but all given with good intent. There came, however, a time when she was more than sick of hearing it. After one misguided comment from someone, she had, however, decided that any pregnancy advice was better than advice on how to conceive successfully.

There was a little confusion at the first race she visited after they decided they were ready to try. There had been quite a few people that had started conversations about pregnancy and children. She had not considered it public knowledge that they were trying for a child, but it seemed to be just that. After asking around a bit, she had found the source, and she couldn't even be mad about it. It seemed Daniel had talked so much about pregnancy and kids that it was just assumed that they were trying, and there had been a few incidents where people had discreetly asked him if she was indeed pregnant. Daniel was a bit embarrassed when she confronted him about it, but there was a bright smile on his face. He was not able to mask his excitement at the idea of being a parent with her.

The questions and the people giving advice had become less and less with time. When it came to the time when they really needed people to ask them how they were doing, there were few friends left that did.

She had been approached by one of her friends, concerned about her wellbeing, asking her how she was feeling about the prospect of pregnancy. After some reluctance, she had practically poured out her heart, which had been desperately needed. There had been people that had tried a lot longer than they had, but it did not make it easier. The pain was there, and even though Daniel was always at her side, sometimes the self-doubt simply wormed itself in. Was she the problem? Why couldn't her body do what she so desperately wanted from it?

Daniel's mental state at that time wasn't much better. Max took him aside at a race weekend and asked him about it, trying to help as best as he could. Daniel was not ready to talk about it, however. Deflecting and thanking him for the concern, but not opening up.

In the end, Blake was the person that came through to him. Not through one single conversation but through multiple small ones. He showed concern and support, through little gestures and conversations. It helped Daniel to realise that they had both been so absorbed in the grief of things that did not happen, that they had lost sight of the fact that they were in it together. That they had each other to lean on and that they needed to support each other.

They started to talk more again, they hadn't stopped, but there had been more silence and a lot of repetitive and meaningless conversations. The pregnancy wouldn't just happen, but there was more they could do, and so they started to work on it.

At the five-year mark of trying, they had decided to paint the walls of the nursery. Daniel had not removed his things yet, and it was still somewhere between an office and a storage room, but they had wanted to try out colours and motives so afterwards the walls were a bit mismatched and fun. When asked if the change in wallpaper meant anything, they shook their heads. There were hardships to be overcome, but life was good.

***

She was leaning against the doorframe of the living room. Daniel was sitting on the couch, his back turned towards her, and he was engrossed with his tablet. He hadn't noticed her presence yet. These little domestic moments filled her with a lot of happiness and a small smile formed on her face.

"Daniel?" Her voice was serious. He turned towards her. "Full first name. What can I do for you, love?" She smiled a bit more, loving the way he tried to immediately make her more comfortable with humour, without undermining whatever she was going to say. "My period's late. Like, late late." His face went through multiple emotions in the span of a moment, confusion, surprise, disbelief and delight. "Have you, you know?" He nodded in the direction of the bathroom. She shook her head, raising the pregnancy test in her hand. "I wanted you to be there. Just in case." There was a smile on her face, in anticipation for the thing they had waited almost six years for. The implication was double-edged nonetheless. In case she wasn't pregnant, so that she wouldn't be alone for another negative test.

Daniel smiled, reassuringly, and filled with more excitement than he had felt in a long time. "Let's go then." The way to the bathroom was the same she had taken often over the last few years, with a similar test in hand, but this time was different. There was a hope that hadn't been there before.

The procedure was the same as it had been the countless times before, but this time the waiting was different. They sat down on the edge of the bathtub, but after the first few minutes, she shook her head and stood up. She took a piece of toilet paper, dried off the test, and took Daniel's hand. Shortly afterwards they were sitting on their bed. He had his legs crossed, and she was leaning against him.

Daniel put an arm around her, stroking along hers. "It's gonna be positive. And if not, we're going to continue." She nodded, trying to calm herself down. If she had to pinpoint an emotion she was feeling right now, she would not be able to do it. There was too much going on in her head. She turned her head and looked at Daniel's profile. His gaze was focused on the test. "We'll have to decide on a name then, won't we?" His head turned towards her. "We already decided on that, and you know it." There was mock affront in his voice, and he put on an offended frown. She smiled and took his hand. "Yeah, I know."

The first few moments after Daniel's alarm went off neither of them moved, then he leaned forwards, picked up the test and held it out to her. Her hands were shaking lightly when she took it. Turning it around took more mental strength than she had ever thought possible for such a simple action.

Her vision was blurry, but the result was still visible to her. She looked at Daniel, but his face was already simply a blur, but he was also crying. She knew that. He took her into his arm, kissing the crown of her head before leaning down and placing his forehead against hers. "You're pregnant." His voice was shaky, and she knew that, if she would look at him, he would have the biggest smile on his face she had ever seen. "Yes, we're going to have a child." She looked down, looking at her stomach incredulously.

They simply sat together in silence, enjoying the feeling, the closeness and each other. There were doctor's appointments that needed to be made and a lot of things needed organising. This moment, however, was theirs to enjoy. Pregnancy would be no easy journey, it involved risks and challenges, as would parenthood, but they were in it together.

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Could you do something where reader takes renzo shopping with her and she's at sephora for the last place and she takes him in the Nars section and she tries to cover his eyes so he doesn't see the makeup names and when they get home he blurts a name out from bars dyk what I mean ?

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Reading is fundamental

Rindou x reader

Warnings: innapropriate language, none really

Going shopping with Renzo wasn't an uncommon thing to do. You and Rindou brought him almost everywhere that allowed children. So, when Rindou had told you that he had business to attend to with Ran and that you would need to take him with you to the mall you had no complaints. It would just be a mall outing for the two of you.

You and Renzo had started off strong at the mall, going from store to store with little fuss. Renzo wasn't really a nagging child and you where forever grateful for that, making your shopping experience a lot easier than most moms with kids.

You and Renzo were continue your shopping journey, as the two of you walked passed Sephora. Stopping in your tracks you decided to go inside, but before you entered you had spoken to the little boy who held your hand with his own smaller one.

"Ren honey, don't touch the things in store" you said in a tender voice warning the young boy to be wary of the items. You knew Renzo was at that curious age were anything shiny he needed to touch, and the last thing you needed was him breaking a foundation bottle and you have to pay for it.

The small boy nodded in understanding, as the two of you entered. you walked passed the various sections in the store, looking at the different lipsticks, eyeshadows, facial lotions and concealers, with Renzo following you. The little boy eyeing all the colourful items but not daring to touch them as to test your warning.

"You think this colour looks pretty on mommy?" You asked the little boy as you puckered your lips at him, watching as he giggled.

"Maybe no" He answered honestly.

"Ouch, didn't realise you were as truthful as you uncle Ran" You replied back putting the lipstick back on its place.

You and Renzo continued walking, deciding to go to the Nars section hoping to find a lipstick or blush, as you were quite fond of their products.

You had arrived in the Nars section, finding where the lipsticks were. You let go of Renzo's hand reminding him of your warning.

"Remember no touching" you reminded him as you went to try on the lipstick in your hand infant of the small vanity mirror.

While you were preoccupied Renzo had taken a few steps away from you, not to far for concern but still a good distance.

Your words played over in Renzo's head.

'No touching'

But you never said that he couldn't read the product names, as the shiny packaging had his full attention. You see as much as Renzo was at the age of curiosity he was also at the age were he could read and thanks to you and Rindou putting him into a prestige school his reading skills was remarkable something that you were proud of.

You looked away from the mirror to show Renzo the new lip colour you dawned, but when you turned you realised the young boy was no longer where you left him. Panicking when you walked around the aisle to find your son holding a box as more panic set in as you feared he would drop the item, but before you could even get a word out you heard the little boys voice.

"DEEP THROAT BLUSH!" the little boy loudly read, as nearly every woman in the store turned their heads looking at Renzo.

"Renzo" you whispered quietly trying to get the boys attention without gaining anymore.

As you continued to walk over towards him you watched him pick up another makeup product, and you watched as his mouth opened and you felt your legs speed up in pacing. Hand out about to grab him when you heard.

"ORGASM BLUSH"

And once again all eyes were on Renzo and now on you.

"Put it down honey, and lets go" you said urging the boy on to put the blush back as you grabbed his hand and went to the counter to pay for your things so that you could leave with whatever little dignity you had left.

You stood at the counter paying for your items while Renzo looked around the shop. You had just finished swiping your card when you felt a little tug on your jacket, when you heard the question.

"WHAT IS BETTER THAN SEX MAS- KAR- RA?" Renzo asked loud and clear.

You gave the cashier a smile grabbing your bags, seeing the young woman pull her face into a tight smile as blush rose to her cheeks at your sons question.

You grabbed Renzo and made your way out of Sephora, mentally noting that you'd never take Renzo there again.

"So, how was your day champ?" Rindou asked the young boy who messily ate his spaghetti.

"It was fun" The little boy replied not even looking at his father as he pulled a spaghetti high up in the air.

"We had too much fun" you said looking over at your husband with that expression that already told him you were drained from today.

"I think I'm going to take a bath after dinner"

"You deserve one baby" Rindou said with a smile.

Rindou looked over at Renzo seeing that the boy was occupied with his pasta not even noticing the two of you as Rindou whispered over towards you.

"And when I put champ to bed maybe I can join you"

You smiled at Rindou's words, as you felt heat rise to your cheeks, and then

"SEX BOMB" Renzo said loud, Rindou froze internally freaking out wondering how his son heard him whisper that to you.

"A bath bomb you should use that for you bath mommy"

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Hype Man🤧

Eminem X Reader

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Content: Sick, Cursing

She ripped into a new box of tissues as a sneeze came on. Having the immune system of a Victorian baby bird came with Spidey-senses anytime she got sick. Nonetheless, the rushing led-heavy head and stuffed nose was still a nuisance.

Marshall had been very sweet. This was supposed to be a busy weekend, one she had looked forward to. Marshall’s foundation had planned a benefit concert, of course hosted in Detroit. But selfishly, she was a tad more excited to babysit her fourteen-month-old niece.

Babysitting her niece was more than just a favor for her sister—it was a chance to bond with the tiny, giggling tornado she adored. But now, with her sinuses pounding like the bass at any of Marshall’s concerts, and her body feeling like wet sand, she had no choice but to cancel. Marshall had offered to step in, but she’d quickly squashed that idea.

“You’re joking. There’s absolutely no way. This kid is in the ‘lick everything’ stage. You don’t need a baby, whatever bug I’ve got, and a concert to manage. Marshall, you can’t bring her on stage with you,” she’d insisted over the phone, punctuating her argument with a sneeze.

“She could be my hype man…” She didn’t laugh at his joke. He did not need anyone to encourage this terrible idea. Marshall accepted defeat, “Fine, but I did order something for her. I think it should be delivered soon.” 

A familiar warmth spread inside her at the thought of Marshall finding something special for their little guest, even if it wouldn’t be used this time. After a quick call to her sister, she learned she wasn’t the only one under the weather. They would also be spending the night in, cuddled under blankets and tissue snow. Relieved it all worked out; sleepiness snuck back in. Curled up in one of Marshall’s sweatshirts and a fluffy duvet, her eyes drifted shut. 

A doorbell ring interrupted just as she began to doze Lifting her head, the sound puled her from the haze of impending sleep. Groaning, she sluggishly got up, clutching the duvet around her shoulders like a makeshift cocoon. Peeking through the peephole, she spotted the delivery box that Marshall had anticipated.

Opening the door, she brought the package inside and set it on the coffee table, sneezing twice in rapid succession as she did. The cardboard box was plastered with colorful cartoon animals, the kind of thing designed to make parents (or uncles with absolutely no restraint) click “buy now” without hesitation. Peering at the carnival-vomit of colors in front of her, she wondered what could be inside. But she knew how much Marshall liked to open thing, especially toys. So, she pushed her curiosity to the back of her mind and returned to her tissue box. 

---

Marshall pushed open the door later that evening, his hoodie pulled up against the icy Detroit wind. Rehearsal had run longer than expected—typical for a benefit concert, where every note had to be perfect—but he was still riding the high of hearing the preview of the booming polished sound coming that evening. His voice was a little hoarse, but his energy was electric. 

The sight of her curled up under a mountain of blankets brought him back to reality. Tissue boxes littered the coffee table alongside an untouched mug of tea, long since gone cold. She looked up groggily as he set his stuff down by the door. 

"Hey, Sweetheart," he said with a lopsided grin. "How are you holding up?"

"Huh??," she muttered. Her ears were plugged. She couldn’t understand him, but she was happy he was home. "Looks like rehearsal went well!"

Smirking he spot the unopened delivery box on the coffee table. "You didn’t open it?" 

She shook her head. "Figured you'd want the honors."

"Fuck yeah." He smirked, grabbing the box and unconventionally tearing into it. Any chance of reusing the box vanished as the colorful cardboard fell away to reveal a bright plastic baby turntable, complete with tiny buttons, flashing lights, and a toy record that could actually spin. Marshall’s face lit up. You’d think he just opened a new expensive revolutionary gadget, not necessarily a fisher price toy.

“Are you kidding me right now?” she croaked, trying not to laugh, coughing lightly into a tissue. “A turntable? She’s not even two, Marshall.”

"Exactly. Gotta start her early," he said, already pressing buttons to make the toy light up and emit comically cheerful beats. Pursing his lips, he nodded along to the mechanical beat playing a number song through the tiny speakers.

“Does Mr. Porter know about this?” She teased, amused by his dancing.

“Oh, he will soon.” Marshall discovered a new button. The music stopped as a chipper voice said “Let’s record a track! When the light turns red, sing a song.” He made eye contact with her as he brought the toy closer to his mouth to sing “I’m fucking awesome.”

After a brief second of holding in her laughter, they heard Marshall’s voice played over a basic beat on repeat. She lost it. Even though she felt terrible, she had missed his goofy ass so much today. Her laughter quickly turned into a barky coughing fit. 

He gently sat the toy down and crossed over to her. Rubbing her back gently, he handed her the mug of tea, remembered it was cold, and excused himself to grab her a drink. 

Marshall quickly returned with a fresh mug of tea, steam curling upward in inviting wisps. He placed it on the table in front of her and crouched down to her level, his expression soft with concern.  

“Are you sure you’re alright? You sound worse than before,” he said, brushing a stray strand of hair from her clammy forehead.  

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she croaked, her voice raspy and unconvincing. “Just got a little too excited about your next Grammy-winning single.”  

“Yeah, that shits gonna put me on the map.” He smirked, tilting his head. Returning to the matter at hand. “You need to clear out your sinuses before you cough up a lung. C’mon steam always helps.”  

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Strip show? Right now?” 

“The fuck? No.” He stood, swallowing a chuckle, and stretching his arms above his head. His hoodie rode up slightly. “I gotta get ready and you’re coming with me. Bathroom��s basically a steam room.” He winked. She groaned in protest at the thought of moving. He held out his hand to help her. “You can sit on the counter, wrapped in your… what the fuck is all of this? Cocoon. The steam will do the work, and I’ll get ready. Win-win.”

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The bathroom quickly filled with steam, the mirror fogging over as hot water rained down in a steady rhythm. She perched on the counter, clutching the fresh mug of tea. The heat and moisture in the air began working its magic, easing the tension in her head and loosening the congestion in her chest.  

From behind the frosted shower door, Marshall’s silhouette worked as he hummed and mumbled lyrics, his low voice carrying a certain intimacy in the small, echoing space.  

“Better?” he called out between verses. 

She gently nodded, “Yeah, actually,” she replied, her voice already less strained. “I can breathe through my left nostril again. It’s a miracle.” 

"Hell yeah, lefty’s always been the MVP."  

She shook her head, amused by his goofy banter. The warmth in the room wasn’t just from the steam, his energy. Normally he was drained when he came home, especially after a long day like today. But right now, he was infectious, ridiculous. He managed to distract her from how miserable she felt. She sipped her tea. Breathing deep, the steam loosened something caused her to sneeze, cough, cough, sneeze, and cough (in that order). 

“I’m fine!” she quickly added before blowing her nose, knowing Marshall just heard all of that. 

“Me when my girl makes that noise.” She could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Turning she saw Marshall’s Shallotte holding something long extruding from his hips.

“Marshall, is that a fucking shampoo bottle?” She chuckled at his immature joke. 

“No… it’s two shampoo bottles.”

“Oh, my bad,” she said with a teasing eye-roll he couldn’t see.  

A pause, followed by the sound of the water shutting off. Marshall cracked the shower door open just enough to peek his head out, his hair dripping and a boyish grin on his face. “You know the real thing is bigger.”  

“Debatable,” she teased, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.  

He stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. Droplets of water trailed down his chest, and she had to resist the urge to make a comment about the man in front of her. Instead, she opted for another sip of tea, hoping the steam would mask the flush creeping up her cheeks.  

Marshall grabbed another towel and tossed it over his head, rubbing at his hair in quick, careless movements. “Hey! You’re starting to look a little less like shit,” he said, his voice muffled by the towel.  

“Oh Thanks,” she said dryly. “Careful, you’ll give me a bottle boner.”  

Marshall dropped the towel and grinned at her. “Hey, I’m just saying, the steam’s working.” He leaned against the counter next to her, his damp hair dripping onto his back. “I could bring that turntable in here,” he suggested. “Record a sick diss against the bug inside you.”  

The thought made her laugh a genuine, belly-deep laugh that made her cough again, but it was worth it.  

“There’s my girl,” he said softly, reaching out to squeeze her knee as he placed a kiss on her cheek.

A/N: This is the exact toy referenced. I am heavily considering buying it for a friend's kid. Watch some review videos for giggles.

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Chapter 1: Under Dimmed Street Lights

Chapter Word Count: 3,262

TW

Talking about drugging someone, implied torture, implied murder

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Night had fallen over the sullen city. It was the third day in a row where rain beat down, washing away any and all life when the streets rested. Tonight should have been no different in the late spring rain. The streets were nearly empty, the only ones that wandered the shadows crept in the night.

The edge of the metropolis was littered with industry and warehouses that boarded the waterways to international waters, some decrepit and run down while others held storage. A few warehouses rested in the borders of both old and new, camouflage well behind signage of a known shipping and packaging company worldwide. 

The lights barely seen from the windows weren’t bright, wishing to not draw unwanted attention to any outsiders that wished to travel the area so late. Doors on the outside were well guarded, each man armed with heavy artillery, concealed the best they could, and walkie-talkies, dressed well to hide exactly who they were. The overhangs protected them from any direct rain yet they would be soaked and freezing by morning fall. 

Inside was bustling, men and women moving wooden crates and metal locked boxes either into vans or into vault storage further in. Nothing was labeled, it was easier that way, but all personnel knew what each container vaguely held. It wasn’t a secret that it was sketchy, it wasn’t their place to judge based on their line of work, but it was demanding and little mistakes could unravel the very foundation of the business. 

Above the busy bodies that littered the main floor, guards on catwalks watched closely for any cracks in productivity. One move in the wrong was a broken hand, one step in opposition was a bullet through the head. In the far back of the building held a second floor and large windows that watched over each and every process that passed through the doors. 

“Jihoon has a lot cut out for himself tonight.” A voice snickered out the words, the person’s eyes scanning over the vans that were coming and going through the building. “Not like he planned to sleep much tonight anyways.” 

“Don’t let him hear you say that, Soonyoung, he’ll lace your drink again.” Someone from a lone couch spoke up.

A scoff left the man, rolling his eyes and turning back towards the rest in the room. Some lazed idly on couches while others sat back at the conference table, a few pairs of feet propped up on said table. 

“All I told him then was that he looked about as attractive as a zombie and suddenly he took all the offense in the world like he hasn’t said worse to me.” 

“And yet you still opened your mouth to say it to him. You’d think for the ‘great judge of character’ you are, you’d be better at reading your best friend's body language.”

A huff came from the man at the back of the room, sitting hunched over a sleek ebony desk, a stack of papers held in his hands. Jet black hair fell over his eyes as he peered past his bangs, looking over the small congregation before him. “If you are willing to run your mouths, why don’t you go down and help him if you are so concerned.” 

One laughed from his lounged spot on the couch, not bothering to lift his head. “I think I’d rather bite the bullet than annoy Jihoon and have a gun to my head, Seungcheol.” 

“Another word, Seungkwan, and I will order you to join him.” 

Dark eyes watched as Seungkwan mimicked zipping his lips and throwing away the key, settling back into the cushions and tapping away on his phone.

“Now if any of you can track down Joshua and Jeo-” Seungcheol’s words were cut off by the door to the room slamming open. 

Strolling through the entrance, two tall, black clad figures stepped through, one wearing a long trench coat, his shoulder length hair half tied up in a ponytail. His companion wore a sleek leather jacket, chocolate brown, medium length hair down and pushed back from his face to see. They spoke loudly, everyone else’s attention being drawn to them. As the one wearing the leather jacket closed the door firmly, laughing at something the other said, Seungcheol cleared his throat, sitting back in his chair, sending a glare towards the two. 

“Speaking of the literal devils, you’re late.” 

“Ah, Cheol,” Trench coat spoke up, striding over to the man’s desk and leaning himself against it, back facing Seungcheol. “We aren’t late, you are just early as per usual.” 

With a click of his tongue, Seungcheol rolled his eyes and stood, rounding the desk and making his way to the head of the table. “Sit, Jeonghan, We have a lot to discuss tonight and the tardiness is already eating into my time.” 

From an unspoken order, each of the other twelve men in the room gathered around the table, taking their seats in relative silence. Seungcheol waited patiently as Jeonghan took a seat to his left while the new leather clad figure took a seat to his right. He picked the walkie-talkie off his belt and called for Jihoon who appeared not a few moments after everyone else was settled, locking the door before taking his seat.

While Seungcheol’s shoulders relaxed, his face held a stern expression, looking about his team. 

“Wonwoo, report.” 

The man pushed his glasses up his nose further, scrolling through something on his phone. “They aren’t any closer to finding us, Seokmin’s interference and my entrance to the mainframe is still strong. I don’t see any problem going forward with slipping more false information to them. As for the mayor, Vernon and I have delivered the papers regarding his affair and are awaiting a response.” The second aforementioned man nodded with Wonwoo’s words, speaking up himself. 

“I also slid some of his daughter’s partying to him so he was more inclined to agree.” 

Seungcheol nodded, turning his gaze to another. “Seokmin, anything to add?” 

Though the room was dim, his bright eyes lit up and a cocky smile spread on his face. “I have the department heads looking somewhere in the next city for a new lead on us but I doubt they won’t find more than a body thanks to Chan.” 

“Jihoon, how are the shipments coming?” 

A hum left the man, pulling a pile of folded papers from his back pocket and flipping through them. “Everything has been accounted for so far regarding pills and such. I had them weigh everything and it’s correct. Weapons are clean at first glance, no serial numbers. All that will be needed is disassembly and reassembly to make sure each one is undamaged then we can ship out.” 

“Let me know if there are any issues with the next shipment, we’ve been experiencing issues with the supplier recently.” With a nod from Jihoon, Seungcheol continues on. “Soonyoung?” 

“Oh- ah!” Soonyoung smiled, sharp eyes gleaming with something…dark. “The trader we grabbed wasn’t giving up any information so I kicked it up a notch but…” He waved his hand in the air, trying to find the words but his hand fell flat on the table and a pout formed on his lips. “He had a mental break and we just ended it, we found some info on his phone and took some names down.” 

Raising a brow, Seungcheol crossed his arms, tilting his head in curiosity. “Define…mental break.” 

“Oh! The usual, screaming, crying, begging for mercy, then something about the devil and he went cynical before he started mumbling to himself and wasn’t responsive. I barely even touched the guy, just a few threats about his wife and it just threw him over the edge I guess. She is clean by the way, Wonu checked. She is just a housewife who thought her husband was a delivery man. We set a guy out to let her know he died on the job and had to quell her questions.” Soonyoung sent a wink to Seungcheol who barely blinked, unamused. He’d take it at that. 

“Joshua, have you moved the money offshore like I asked?” 

“Yeah, boss,” He spoke up, taking a phone from his jacket pocket, unlocked it, and slid it to the other. “6.3 million. Mingyu and Seungkwan are handling the rest towards the shipping company, putting it into supplies and international business as you requested.” 

Nodding, Seungcheol eyed the others he hasn’t called out for or those unmentioned, “Junhui, Minghao, Chan, how is preparing for the next sent out?” 

Minghao cleared his throat, resting his elbows on the table. “We drive out tomorrow night. If all goes well, we should be back by the following morning after disposal. If a problem arises, one of us will reach out and figure out a solution. I didn’t see any issues as of now.” 

Chan and Junhui both nodded in agreement and Junhui spoke up. “The cars are almost packed and new plates were grabbed.” 

From his left, a small snicker was heard. “Aren’t you going to ask me, Cheol?” 

Staring blankly down the table, Seungcheol looked at nothing of interest, not bothering to look at the nuisance to his side. “You are going to talk anyways, start before I kick you out.” 

Another snicker, this one louder and full of mischief. “We have two cargos coming in within the month from overseas, some new artillery are coming and a few different crates of drugs,” Jeonghan rested his elbow on the chairs armrest and curled a clump of hair around his finger, “I have a very lovely painting coming in that is worth a pretty penny and will be displaying it in the house.”

He turned a bit, gauging the reaction of the others; a few eyerolls and quiet sighs at his antics. 

“A few exotic animals, a tiger,” He winked to Soonyoung who lit up. “Some katanas were liberated from a museum, heard something about a Japanese general but I didn’t listen much after that one. Fancy cigars, cigarettes.” Jeonghan listed them off nonchalantly, humming quietly as he thought. “Original paintings I had some people take after replacing them for fun. As for the fight-”

“That’s enough.” Seungcheol’s stern voice rang through the room laced with annoyance. He pinched the bridge of his nose, frowning as he felt the sinister grin staring at the side of his face. “Wipe that stupid look off your face.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, you aren’t even looking at me.” Jeonghan teased. 

“Lock up everything in the vaults. If you have nothing to do, get back to the house and rest. Jihoon, have the men start on everything tomorrow, we are ahead of schedule and have no need to rush. We can pick up everything tomorrow evening.” The leader stood, motioning to Joshua and Jeonghan to not move. “Everyone dismissed.” 

One by one they filed out of the room, bidding goodnights or figuring out who was leaving with who. Jeonghan and Joshua made no motion to move, both sending waves to their younger ones, saying they’d see them at home. When the door closed behind the last of their group, Seungcheol fell back into his chair, grumbling out a few intelligent words. 

“Hmm… my dear King,” Jeonghan hummed, using the leader’s call name. “Maybe a night's rest will do you some good as well, don’t you think?” 

“And don’t go making excuses for needing to stay up and finish reports when no one is going to care about them until tomorrow when you can get them done.” Joshua added, resting his chin in his hand, elbow resting on the table. 

“Why are you grilling me when I should be grilling you for being late again? ” Seungcheol questioned, scoffing loudly and rolled his eyes. “Just because you both are heads of shit, doesn’t mean you can blatantly disregard orders from me , do you understand that?” 

Any hint of mischief that lingered beneath Jeonghan’s face was gone and he averted his gaze. Joshua was in a similar position, folding his hands now on the table. 

“Mind telling me why you were nearly half an hour late?” 

“We were getting things ready for fight night.” Jeonghan answered obediently, letting a held breath out of his nose. “One of the vendors was causing…problems so Shua and I had to handle the situation before getting back here for the meeting.” 

“Did you-” 

“He’s dead. He was trying to steal.” Jeonghan cut through the question with a sharp tongue, irritation written across his face. “And we had to dispose of the evidence.” 

Seungcheol looked to Joshua for confirmation, watching him nod and reach a hand into his jacket. It took no time for a simple handgun to be placed on the table before the three of them. Joshua took the magazine out and showed the counter, a singular bullet missing from the cartridge as final proof. 

“We already secured a new vendor.” The youngest of the three deadpanned, sharing a dull look between them.

They sat in relative silence, letting the weight of any stress settle in the pits of their stomachs before Jeonghan shook his head and stood, motioning his head towards the door. 

“Come on. Let’s get home before someone outside of Mingyu and Seokmin tries to cook.” 

The ride out the city was usually quiet at this time of night. Taking the back roads was a constant for protection and invisible movement, Seungcheol insisted on it since the beginnings of their operations. He wasn’t one to carelessly dangle the lives of his chosen family and didn’t plan on losing any of them any time soon. Jeonghan gazed aimlessly out the window, watching the trees that encompassed their home pass by. 

Seungcheol came to a near stop, hitting a button on his phone for the gates to slide open when within range and easily driving down the path. Another expanse of trees surrounded the now dirty road, hiding their home from any peering eyes that were dumb enough to get close. 

As the treeline broke, their home’s main building came into view. The structure itself was a bit much, but when their first large distribution was a success through their underground business and the cover shipping company was easily growing, Seungcheol decided to scrape the home he held in inheritance from his long forgotten grandfather and built one for his new, found family. 

It was more of a mid-century modern mansion. Seungcheol wanted something basic but the influence of everyone had provided the consensus of wanting it to feel like a proper, warmth filled home. Seokmin had made a joke when they first entered the house that it was warm and homey, a perfect place for the cold blooded mafia. His comment only fueled the fire to make it feel like a normal home. Despite the field of work, their home was just that: a home. They cleaned up after themselves, cooked for one another – or well, some of them cooked for one another – and were able to properly relax. 

Pulling up in front of the house and hitting another button for the large garage to open, Joshua snorted from the backseat at the hoard of mostly cars and a lone bike taking up nearly every spot. “At least they still know to leave your spot open.” 

Near the back of the garage, closest to the door, Seungcheol parked the car, eyes resting on the crudely taped up sign that was put there a year or two back; Reserved for old person #1. Chan had found it hilarious when he and Seungkwan had it made, even getting one for Jeonghan and Joshua with #2 and #3. Jeonghan had found it funny, seeing as he joked he was indeed getting too old for this shit . Joshua humored his younger members and even customized a sign with his name to place under it when he could find the damn screw gun that someone took and never returned to the workshop. 

Jeonghan was first to step out of the car, stretching his long limbs and starting to take off his long coat as he stepped up the three steps to the door, easily pushing it open. 

“You finally got back!” Mingyu called out, Jeonghan taking note that the taller man was standing at the stove, stirring something that smells absolutely divine . He had dressed down from his usual black trousers and button-up in exchange for plaid pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. “I’m making spicy chicken stew at Junhui’s request, and I have a less spicy one depending on what everyone wants.” 

Jeonghan sent him a small ‘ thanks’ , saying he is going to his room to change since he still had time before everything was ready. Mingyu nodded and greeted the other two who entered from the garage. 

As he walked through the kitchen into the living room, Seungkwan and Vernon were lounging on the couch together, both on their phones with some drama playing on the obnoxiously large TV hanging on the wall. Where these two were, their youngest was close by even if he wasn’t directly interacting with them. Chan, as expected, wasn’t too far, laying back on one of the other couches, a blanket pulled over a majority of him as he held a book over his glasses-clad face. 

Making his way through the halls, Jeonghan found his room off the main living areas, pushing the door open and flicking on the lights. He tossed his coat onto the bed, the mostly brown and rustic colored scheme welcoming compared to the lodgings they had in the city. Rolling his shoulders, he strided into his closet and tugged out a pair of sweatpants and an old, worn out t-shirt before making his way into the bathroom to shower. 

Stepping out into the living room after freshening up, Jeonghan shuffled his way towards the table, seeing Minghao and Junhui settling the long table for thirteen. They didn’t eat together often but when they could, it typically became a large affair. 

He rounded into the kitchen to start grabbing cups down from the cupboard, easily maneuvering around Mingyu as he finished the last of the food preparations. Jeonghan slid the cups across the middle island to Minghao who grabbed a few in each hand and set them on the table. A comfortable silence settled over them as they worked, gathering any side dishes and placing them across the middle of the table. Jihoon had stumbled out of his room, showered and half asleep to dish out bowls of rice for each person. 

“Time to eat!” Seungcheol yelled down the hall behind him, bare feet padding against the floor with each step. 

In no time, the table was packed and bowls were being filled. Seungcheol had a rule of no major business conversations at the table, but that wasn’t always followed depending on the day. Jeonghan and Joshua, as per usual, took a seat on either side of their leader who sat at the head of the table. 

Aside from the clacking of utensils against the dishes, laughter and conversation flowed between them, brightening up the room with more than just light. It was nice to have normality in the face of chaos that their lives were. Two facades they had to put up most days was exhausting but none of them wished to truly leave. 

A family was founded the day they made a pack and that family will last until the end of time. 

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Mr. & Mrs. Gingerbread | 8 Days of SKZcember 2023

Prompt: putting a gingerbread house together

❣ Summary: The perfect ginger house for the perfect ginger family. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 875 ❣ Warnings: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Felix and Reader are really passionate about their gingerbread people ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Felix is referred to as Lix[ie], and Mr. Gingerbread, Reader is referred to as Sunshine, and Mrs. Gingerbread ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ SKZcember 2023

“Are you sure you don’t wanna make the gingerbread house from scratch?”

You had to fight yourself from falling for those pleading brown eyes, knowing full and well that there was already half an hour left on the three hour chill time for the gingerbread dough he previously made, and if he made another batch you wouldn’t be making the house until it was well into the evening.

“Lixie, honey, you’re already making the gingerbread people from scratch - we can cheat and use the premade cookie house again, okay?” Sliding the unopened box on the kitchen island, you drummed lightly on the cardboard, “Besides, we already bought extra candy and icing so we don’t have to use the, quote, ‘cheap icing and stale candy with no true theme’.”

 Felix blushed, taking the box from your grasp with a small huff of indignation, “Hey! You agreed with me when we were at the store!”

“I never said you were wrong, now did I?” Pinching his cheek lightly, you busied yourself with taking the extra sweet decorations out of their packaging while he took care of unboxing the project of the afternoon.

With each piece laid out and carefully inspected, operation Gingerbread Builders was a go.

“So, I’m thinking this is Mr. and Mrs. Gingerbread’s first time in the housing market, so we have to make this an extra special house for them.”

“Mhm - They need a house that’ll stand out from all the rest, they wanna make a statement in this neighborhood.”

“As they should, it’s deserved!”

A natural silence fell over you both as you each worked on your respective parts of the house; you with the back and left wall, Felix with the front and right wall, saving the roof for the final piece to put together.

“Who do you think has more say in the design of the house?” Felix mused as he cut pieces of gummy candy into small squares.

“Mr. Gingerbread for sure, he went to school for Gingerbread Home Design, with a minor in theater.”

“Figures, Mrs. Gingerbread went for Ginger-Fashion in Uni, and we all know fashion prowess doesn’t translate to houses well.”

“Then it’s a good thing they met through the theater club, isn’t it?”

Giggling at your fictional gingerbread lore, you both continued decorating the house in colorful candies and icing accents; the soft background music of a carefully curated winter themed Animal Crossing playlist playing to fill in the peaceful atmosphere.

With some blatantly obvious sneaking of candy here, and playful marking of icing on hands there, the walls of the home were finished and it was time to put them together.

You dutifully lined the edges of the gingerbread panels with the thick icing provided from the box, sticking them together carefully before repeating the process with the other sides until both walls, and the front and back of the house were in place.

“Do you think they’re a weaved panel or classic snow-top type of couple?” 

Carefully placing the roofless house onto the icing-layered plastic foundation, you shot him a look, “What does that even mean, Lix?”

“Should the roof be in a lattice design,” he explained, mimicking the lattice design with his hands, “or should we make it look like it’s a snowy roof?”

“Well…” Taking a look at one of the roof pieces, you carefully lined one side of the rooftop, “Mrs. Gingerbread likes the way the snowy roof looks, especially since all of the other houses on the block have some extravagant design - she’s a simple elegant gingerbread.”

Nodding, Felix smiled happily, “Mr. Gingerbread likes that, especially since it leaves more room for a gumdrop design!”

“Oh, Mr. Gingerbread, always the one for showing the beauty in subtlety.” You hummed warmly, sticking one roof panel carefully on top of the icing.

“Mrs. Gingerbread loves him for it.” His tone was just as warm, as sweet as the icing currently sticking to your fingers.

“Yes, she does.”

Sticking the second roof panel on the house, you swapped positions with the freckled blond to let him have creative authority of the soon to be snowy rooftop; watching as the bland gingerbread squares slowly transformed into a beautiful snow-topped roof with a rainbow licorice topping, gumdrops and mini jawbreakers dotted in a beautiful pattern where the ‘snow’ hadn’t reached - with your help, of course.

Just when you thought the decorating was complete, Felix leaned over the house and began using the remaining white icing to create an icicle pattern along the edge of the roof, leaving you to watch in amazement like a child watching toffee being made.

“And… Done!” Standing straight, his cheeks pulled up into his usual sunshine smile, as he gazed at the collaborative masterpiece in front of him, “It looks amazing, doesn't it?!”

Your heart swelled, a smile finding its way onto your own face as you nodded, “It is, you did wonderful, Mr. Gingerbread.”

Turning his head to you, you could see what you could only describe as pure love in his sparkling eyes. “You did wonderful too, Mrs. Gingerbread.”

The sound of the oven alarm beeping broke you from your reverie, though it only made Felix’s smile grow wider than before.

“Wanna clean up and make our ginger-people?”

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What you maintain in the 4th dimension, your conscious and subconscious impressions as TRUE reality BEING EXPERIENCED, currently, NOW as TRUE, ACTUAL, physical reality … is granted. What you believe to BE TRUE REALITY experiencing, is true reality experiencing, as always. You are currently in a shadow of what you believed to be true. >Shift and it will too. What you believe to be true… who you act as though … live as though… seeeee from, believe from. Form.

“Be Anne” Truly BE that person you desire. Truly BE the person you want to be. Truly THINK as them. Truly THINK from their mind. Truly THINK and SEE and BELIEVE and EMBODY and IDENTIFY as them. Think the thoughts they would have. What tasks you must do, or have done, how incredible this is. How secure you feel. How proud you are of yourself. Hop into that timeline and stay in that timeline and bury the old. It is dead. You can no longer enter that body or world. The door is shut and you are kicked out and you’ve entered the new it’s the ONLY way you can think and see from because it is where you are living.

“Be the successful Author.” Imagine the covers, imagine the books selling out and you can’t even keep them on the shelves. “Be the successful business owner.” Imagine the tasks done with successful outcomes. Imagine the happy customers. Imagine the designs for products and finalizing them and customers commenting on the beautifully boxed packages. Imagine them complimenting the mission. Imagine successfully negotiating with your supplier and shipper. Imagine your first bulk order selling out within weeks. “Be the successful person who doesn’t worry about money.” Go shopping or to the spa and imagine not having to check your account to ensure the funds. Imagine not having the old thought of I can’t go buy that or I can’t go get that treatment done. Now it’s whatever you want! I don’t worry about money. I trust myself so much I know everything is set. I see the money in my account. I see the books selling off the shelves. I see the happy customers.

Our acceptance of the imagination as physical reality wills the means for fulfillment. There can be no other way. Nothing that is, is without.

Let me again lay the foundation of changing future, which is nothing more than a controlled waking dream, which is nothing more than your regular conscious creation:

Define your objective - know definitely what you want.

Construct an event which you believe you will encounter following the fulfillment of your desire, your regular life, an event which complies the fulfillment of your desire.

Immobilize the physical body and induce a state of consciousness akin to sleep; then, mentally feel yourself right into the proposed action, imagining all the while you are actually performing the action here and now, so that you experience in imagination what you would experience in the flesh were you now to realize this goal.

When we have learned to control the movements of our attention in our 4D world, we shall be able to consciously create circumstances in the 3D world. As we already do, with everything.

We learn this control through the waking dream, where our attention is maintained without effort, for attention minus effort is indispensable to changing the future. We can, in a controlled waking dream, consciously construct and create an event which we desire to experience in the 3D world, constructing it as we do with every single sensory experience anyway.

The sensory impressions we use to construct our waking dream are present realities displaced in time or the 4D world…. All we have to do in constructing the waking dream is to select from the vast array of sensory impressions those, which, when properly arranged, imply we have realized our desire. (Is this what Deja vu is? Our incredible minds creating because nothing can be without it?)

With the dream clearly designed and defined, we relax and induce a consciousness or state akin to sleep - a state bordering on sleep but leaves us conscious control of our attention. When this state is achieved, we experience in imagination what we would experience in reality (were this waking dream an objective fact.) ……. in applying this technique to change the future, it is IMPORTANT to always remember that the only thing which occupies the mind during the waking dream IS the waking dream, (the reality) the predetermined action which implies the fulfillment of desires. To only experience the reality, your imagination, as you would in your 3D world. HOW the waking dreams becomes physical fact is not your concern. The ACCEPTANCE of the waking dream as PHYSICAL REALITY, AS TRUTH wills the means for fulfillment.

- Neville Goddard

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