#I would have been like BYE THIS HOUSE IS FOR SALE NOW

[lovebirdgames]

Rebecca’s story doesn’t take center stage in Band Camp Boyfriend. Her presence is small, but her influence is large. Did you know you can hear Rebecca’s voice on the phone? Were you able to spot the family’s gravesite? And can you name the two moments her thoughts came through in the voice of another? 

Or did her presence go completely over your head? Heheh.

[multifandomgirl08]

Time to Move? [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Fiancée!Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: When Max had brought up moving, it was because the lease on his apartment was going to be up at the end of the year. Maybe it was time to find a new place for all of you.

Warning(s): Implied Sexual Content in the first half

Words: 2.6k

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Nico was already in bed for the night after refusing to go to sleep without Max reading him a story. He had protested until you offered to read Nico two stories if he let Papa finish his race. Nico perked up and then dragged his feet to bed. He made it through the first story, and by the time you were getting through the second one, he was falling asleep.

You joined Max in the living room after Nico had fallen asleep, where he was sitting on his racing sim talking to someone before he logged off for the night. Max and the guys from Team Redline had been streaming tonight.

“Yeah, I’ll be back on tomorrow.” He said before clicking something on the steering wheel.

“Sure, bye guys.” Max turned the sim off before pulling off his headphones and stepped out of his seat.

Your laptop was open looking at houses. You and Max had been talking about moving from his apartment to a house. You had been looking at houses online for the last few days and you couldn’t find anything in Monaco that looked like it was a good house for Nico to grow up in. You wanted things like a few bedrooms for you and Max to have your own spaces in the house, a pool, and a yard for Nico.

“How’s looking at houses?” He asked taking the empty can of Red Bull before throwing it in the recycling bin in the kitchen.

“It’s like there is nothing for sale. Maybe we should hire someone to find something for us.” You shut your laptop and put it on the coffee table.

“We don’t have to stay in Monaco, we can move further out.”

“We could, maybe moving out a little further would help.”

“I’m sure we’ll find something, there’s no rush.”

He was right there wasn’t, there was just so much going on for all of you right now. You were sitting down with the wedding planner while working, and you had recently just started to figure out how Nico’s karting schedule would end up working with Max’s schedule for the rest of the season. You didn’t even want to think about what was going on at work right now.

“I know.”

When Max had brought up moving, it was because the lease on his apartment was going to be up at the end of the year, so you suggested looking at buying a house instead of renting. You would be able to have your own office, instead of just having your desk set up in the living room, Max could have his racing sim in one of the guest rooms, and Nico would have more room for his toys since he was slowly growing out of his bedroom. Max’s two-bedroom apartment made sense when you had moved in but now there wasn’t as much room for the three of you to grow into. It just made sense for you to find somewhere with more space.

Max had pulled you from the couch guiding you towards the master bedroom to take your mind off of the events of the day. Max leaned down, your lips meeting, feeling his eyelashes flutter closed against your cheekbones.

Your hands went to his back, letting your fingernails slightly dig into the fabric of his shirt. You slid your hands under the hem feeling his warm soft skin under your fingers. He pulled back only to start to pull at the tight fabric of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor hitting your bare feet.

It had taken another month looking at houses before you and Max even bothered talking to a real estate agent. Eventually, on a Sunday, both you and Max woke up early, dropping Nico off at Daniel’s for the day before going to meet the realtor. The Aussie had taken Nico from your arms, almost shooing both you and Max out of his apartment, wanting to spend every moment that he could with his godson.

“Uncle Daniel has it all handled,” He said, taking the bag out of Max’s hands. Nico was already situated on the couch asking Daniel if he had any fun games that they could play.

After that you and Max walked down to the garage to get into his car. He pulled open your door for you before you slid into the seat.

Max had gotten in and then started the car, you were making a small list of all of the things the house would need, “Pool, gym, 4 or 5 bedrooms.”

“And a big garage, I’m going to need a workspace to keep working on Nico’s kart.” Max’s focus was on the road but it seemed like the list for what you wanted was never ending.

You were meeting the realtor just outside of Monaco in a gated community. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about privacy. Max had pulled the car up to the house, and it could only be described as a big, modern, white box.

“I bet the moment we step into the house, we’ll be able to smell that the paint isn’t all the way dry.” You gave a small nod agreeing with Max. The house was new, too new for your liking.

You met the agent inside, he spoke with a thick French accent and told you the basic information of the house. It was on almost a full acre of land, had a pool, 4 bedrooms, a kitchen, a 2-car garage, and it was under 14 million euros. However, as you looked around the house there was no grass for Nico to run around on, and the closets in the house were small with the master bedroom sharing a single small closet.

This wasn’t the house for you and Max.

The next house you and Max drove to wasn’t on the market yet, it would be going up in about a week, and it didn’t even have an estimated price from the seller. It was close to Monaco, but a little higher up in the hills. You were concerned that since it was just outside of the city, it may not be considered as a part of Monaco, but rather in the next part over.

As Max pulled up to the gate, the guard had let you through. It looked like a cream one-story house, and you could see that there was a small water feature that led to the front door. The agent had walked in front of you with the key that had been in the lockbox before opening the door leading to a long entryway. It looked like going left would lead to the living room, and going right would lead to the dining room and the kitchen. But your eyes went front and center, looking out on the big backyard and pool, you felt like asking if all of the outdoor furniture came with the house.

You could feel Max’s hand on your hip, leading you down the hall to the kitchen. You could tell from the kitchen that it was a little dated but not too bad. It had a free-standing coffee maker instead of one that was built in, and an induction top stove, instead of a gas top like at the apartment. If you and Max got the house it was something that would need to be re-done before you moved in.

You and Max walked around the house for a while longer, the house turned out to be two stories, not one. It had two bedrooms upstairs both with en-suite bathrooms. When you had taken the stairs from the kitchen, it led down a long hallway that was photoless aside from the doorways that led to other rooms.

Max had stopped in front of a set of double doors, before pushing one open to reveal what could only be the master bedroom. There were doors that seemed to lead outside, the bed was up against the wall on the opposite side of the room, and it seemed like two doorways were hugging each side behind the bed. You and Max walked through one each, you ended up in a closet with white built-in shelves and a center island before seeing what was another doorway. You walked through it, and ended up meeting Max in the middle of the bathroom, which was settled between the two large closets; his and hers.

You gave the bathroom a quick look over, a big walk in shower with a bench, freestanding tub, makeup counter, and two sinks. From there you walked the rest of the second floor, there were another three bedrooms, a gym, and a wine cellar tucked away in the corner. The house had more than enough room for you, Max, Nico, and the cats.

From there you made your way back upstairs, finally walking outside to see the pool. The upstairs terrace had stairs leading down to the pool.

Max took your hand and led you down the stairs before you both stopped in front of the pool to see the birdseye view of Monaco and the Mediterranean sea from the backyard, even this far up in the mountains the sea still gave off a bright blue shine almost as if it was mirroring the sky.

You could hear Max’s shoes against the grass as he moved to lie down in one of the lounge chairs, his head already laid back closing his eyes. You pulled your heels off, moving to sit next to him on the lounge before he pulled you flush against his chest to lay down next to him.

“You like it?” He muttered into your hair.

“Yes.” You answered simply.

“I’ll ask him when it’s going to be put on the market.” Max didn’t even move from his spot, he just wrapped his arm around your waist, forcing your legs apart so that you were straddling one of his thighs.

“We don’t even know how much it is,” You started. “And the kitchen needs to be re-done.”

Max ran his hands over your arms, silently telling you to calm down, “We’ll figure it out. Besides, the last house is all the way on the other side of Monaco.”

You laid your head against Max’s chest, nuzzling your nose into his white t-shirt.

“Now you're just being lazy.” Max let out a loud laugh at your words.

“You wore me out with your late night activities.” His hand moved down to grip the inside of your thigh.

“You weren’t complaining then.” You gave him a small pout. Max gave you a crooked smile and then reached for your hand, kissing the band of your engagement ring.

You and Max laid there for a few more moments before making your way back up the stairs and into the living room to see the agent on the phone.

He looked up at the sound of your heels clicking on the white stone outside of the pocket doors.

“So, what do you think?” He asked.

“It’s nice,” Max started.

“That’s good. A little more what you were expecting… And it’s still within the Monaco postal code, so you don’t have to worry about not being considered a resident while you’re living here, even though you're technically in Saint-Jean Cap Ferret.” As the agent talked, you knew that it meant that the price would go down a bit since you weren’t actually in Monaco still.

“What’s the price?” The agent widened his eyes. He wasn’t expecting Max to just outright ask about the price.

“Well… Umm… I think the owner was looking at 17.5 million euros.”

“17.5,” You stated, the agent nodded. “What about 16.5? Given that I want to re-due the kitchen, and I would want to negotiate for the furniture to come with the house.”

“The kitchen is brand new,” The agent stated, but you knew he was lying. “And all of the furniture is from a staging company.”

“No, the kitchen isn’t, it has a free standing coffee maker, and the fronts of the cabinets need to be replaced. I’m sure the seller can pay out the staging company. Let’s also talk about the fact that it also isn’t on the market yet. I bet that the seller will want to list it at 17.5 and it’ll sit because the price is too high.”

You didn’t work in real estate but after all of your years in banking, private asset management was something you were knowledgeable in. Homes like this one were important assets in a portfolio. Since the house wasn’t new construction, and the seller wasn’t the original builder, they couldn’t price it at 17.5 million given the other homes in the area.

“He won’t go for that.”

“Why don’t you ask him?” You weren’t really suggesting it. But the agent was making it hard for you, you had clients at work who were more decisive in their choices then this guy.

It took a few seconds, but it was almost like the agent had scurried off to the other side of the house with his hand tightly gripping his phone.

“So this is what I’m missing while you’re working all day.” Max said softly, as he laid one of his hands on your hip.

“Max,” You said. He had pulled you into his chest and quickly dropped a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“I’m sitting in on one of your meetings next time.” You couldn’t tell if Max was joking or not. You knew that he was only trying to make you relax a bit.

“And what are you going to do while I’m busy?”

“I’ll find something to entertain myself with.” You saw Max’s eyes drop to your neck, before they quicked moved up again to meet your eyes.

“Want to play my assistant for the day?” You asked him. You could see the excitement fill Max’s eyes, and knew that if Max was going to watch you “work” you weren’t going to get anything done that day. He gave you a wordless nod before you heard footsteps again.

“16.5 million, all cash, outdoor furniture included.” The Agent was quick to say with his phone pressed into his white shirt.

Max just looked at you, and you read it as he was letting you take care of this. You gave the agent a half nod, “With a 14 day inspection contingency.”

The agent just stared at you, and you could hear sound coming from his phone. He gave you a curt nod, and placed his phone back up to his ear reiterating your additional stipulation.

It took a few moments before the agent got off the phone. “The seller is willing to take the additional stipulation.”

“Great.” You said.

“I’ll start the paperwork and we should have everything ready in the next few days.” The agent placed his hand out towards you. You shook his hand, and then he shook Max’s. “Congratulations on your new home.”

The agent left both of you in the house, instructing you to place the key back in the lock box. Technically you weren’t allowed to have the keys until the paperwork went through and everything was signed and notarized.

“Welcome home.” Max said with his hand on your hip.

“Tell me that again when we get the keys and the kitchen is re-done.”

Max laughed, “I’ll make sure, mijn leeuwin.”

You leaned into Max and up to kiss him. It would take a little bit but you couldn’t wait to make this house into yours and Max’s home.

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summer wine (dad!matty x reader smut)

the penultimate tmr summer75 fic. first date night since baba 1. fluffy as hell but also sexy. enjoy <3

“will you get a bloody move on? you're going to be late!”

“relax, mum,” you shout back, capping your lipstick and stomping out of the bathroom. as you catch sight of her at the bottom of the stairs, you glare at her. “stop trying to kick me out of my own house. and stop swearing in front of your granddaughter!”

you can hear matty laugh from the living room, while your mum rolls her eyes. “it's hardly a swear word, bloody. ‘specially not where we're all from.”

“well, yeah, but we're not in manchester right now, are we?”

“could be,” she makes a pouty face, the same one you inherited and the same one dylan will likely get too. “if the two of you would move back home, let me and denise see our granddaughter more often.”

matty wanders through, dylan babbling away in his arms. he nudges your mum. “that listing you sent the other day was nice.”

“wasn't it? can just see dyl running about in that garden.”

“yeah, me too. and the-”

“hang on a minute,” you hold your index finger up, pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation with the other hand. “you've been discussing houses for sale in manchester? without me?”

they nod, and you grit your teeth at their lack of shame, before nodding at your mum. “always knew you loved him more than me.”

she rolls her eyes again, while your husband bites back a smile. “oh, here we go again, this old chestnut…”

“no, it's true,” you sigh, overexaggerated, scooping your baby from matty's arms and cuddling her into you (and doing your best not to drop the bit and smile at her happy coos). “you're the only one who cares about me, dyl.”

matty wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek and looking down at the baby. “mummy's telling fibs, munchkin, we all care about her very much. and i think she looks beautiful.”

“sap,” you lean round to peck him. “thank you, though. you've scrubbed up well tonight too.”

“yeah, you both look good,” your mum smiles. “the three of you, i should say - dyl's showing you up, though, if i'm honest.”

you and matty laugh, and you lift your daughter to kiss all over her little face; the little happy noises she lets out are possibly the best thing you've ever heard. “my perfect girl. you're gonna have so much fun with gran tonight, munchkin!” hugging her properly, you do your best to keep a lid on the sudden melancholy you feel about leaving her. “be back first thing tomorrow, i promise.”

“and if you need us tonight, gran'll tell us, and we'll come home,” matty adds, taking the baby to give her his own cuddle - he holds her up so their faces are level, and speaks again. “and i love you, but please try not to do that. mummy's done so much for you and i lately, and she deserves a night off, yeah?” he kisses her little nose, smiling at the way she scrunches it up the same way you do. “see you in the morning, my darling.”

your mum beams, taking dylan from matty and kissing his cheek, then yours. “oh, we’ll be fine. now go! have a good night!”

you stroke your baby's head a final time, and squeeze your mum's hand before grabbing matty's. “love you both. bye!”

matty follows suit, bidding your family goodbye before following you out to the car; he speeds ahead to open the passenger door for you, and you giggle. “how chivalrous of you.”

“duh,” he gets into the driver's seat, leaning over to kiss you sweetly before starting the car. “first date night as mum and dad. s'a big deal, babe - tonight is going to be perfect.”

he isn't wrong, actually. and you know you and matty could have a good time together in any circumstances, but tonight's are particularly sweet - dinner in the italian small plates place you've loved since it opened a few years ago, then a drive to get some ice cream and drop the car near where you're staying tonight, and finally a wander in the evening sunshine to a new wine bar a girl at work recommended. there aren't any tables left indoors when you arrive, so you go al fresco; it's dreamy, you think, sitting in the fresh air with the love of your life, with a bottle of red and a cigarette or two each, the setting sun warming your skin and glinting off the wedding rings on you and matty's hands. 

he kisses yours, looking - as he always has, really - adoringly at you with the big brown eyes you're actually disappointed your daughter didn't inherit. “have i already told you that you're beautiful?”

“seven times and counting,” your cheeks burn, and you busy yourself with intertwining his and your fingers as a distraction. “you've got baby brain, my love.”

“no, i think you're just that beautiful that i have to keep saying it,” matty smiles. “y'having a good night?”

“the best. though it feels a bit weird without dyl, to be honest.”

“yeah,” he laughs. “i keep forgetting that it's just you and i tonight.”

you stare at him, blinking. his brow furrows. “what?”

“just waiting for you to finish the lyric, s'all.”

“oh, for fuck's sake,” your husband shakes his head, doing his best to keep the smile from his face while he takes a drink of wine. “you little groupie, clocking the lyric before i did.”

you shrug, taking a sip from your own glass. “i'm extra-sensitive to that song, babe. i remember when you wrote it, one of the nights you stayed at uni with me,” the memory makes you smile. “we were drinking red wine that night, too. wasn't as nice as this one, though.”

matty smiles, one of those slow, sweet smiles that end up taking over his whole face; your heart flutters when he kisses your hand again. “used to dream about nights like this back in those days, you know? me, you, married, on a date. dreamt up dyl back then too and all.”

“you had the baby dream?”

“yeah,” his cheeks go pink. god, you love him. “happened more often when we moved into the flat, but the first time i had it was in your room at uni. and it was dylan i dreamed of, exactly as she was born - hair like mine, face like yours, asleep in my arms while you made a cuppa and spoke to me,” matty looks up at you, eyes slightly teary. “it was always going to be you, darling. you, and me, and her. m'sorry that it took so long for us to end up there - here, i should say.”

“oh, matty,” you kiss his hand, smiling when he caresses your cheek. “i'm not sorry it took the time it did, you know - we got to a good place within ourselves and our relationship before we had our girl, and she's going to grow up in the best possible circumstances because we did, yeah? besides,” you wink. “i always knew you'd end up putting a ring on my finger. i wasn't worried about the timings.”

your husband laughs, wiping his eyes before leaning in to kiss you softly; as always, you get butterflies when he does. “i love you.”

“i love you,” you down your glass of wine as classily as you can, and smile at him. “and i would really love to show you how much, if you'd be up for that.”

“always, darling.”

***

“jesus christ, it's like stepping back in time,” you giggle deliriously as you cross the threshold to the old flat, tapping the guitar head key-holder before turning back to matty. “except now you've got grey hair, and i've got stretchmarks.”

he grins, pulling you close. “i love your stretchmarks.”

“and i find the grey really, really sexy,” you weave your hands into his hair, pressing your lips against his and moaning when his hands squeeze your arse. matty takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue tracing your lips before licking into your mouth, sending heat flooding through your veins and into your underwear - after a minute, you pull back to breathe, beaming at the familiar manic glint of arousal in his eyes. “fuck, i've missed this… take me to bed, please?”

“whatever my sweet girl wants,” matty wraps your legs around his waist and kisses you again, and you're briefly aware of being carried somewhere before you're gently plopped on a bed. he smiles at you, and looks around your old bedroom. “wasn't even sure where we were gonna end up, to be honest, darling - that was muscle memory, that.”

you look around the room, noting the absence of dust on the surfaces and the fresh smell of the bedding before smirking at your husband. “nah, you planned this, i know it.”

his jaw falls open. “i did not.”

“no?” you tilt your head. “you mean you didn't take the opportunity to make my old bedroom all neat for us to shag in, as soon as i suggested we go to a bar in east for date night?”

he smirks. “must be coincidence.”

“hmm,” so quickly matty can't react, you reach into the bedside drawer, laughing when you pull out exactly what you expected to find - a fresh box of condoms. “oh, you sappy little git, matthew.”

“i-” matty's face is beet red; it falls into an expression of slight defeat when you wave the box at him. “alright, fine, i admit it - i might've come in here a couple of days ago to set up.”

you hum, lying back down on the pillows and busying yourself with pulling strings of condoms from the box. matty lurks sheepishly at the bottom of the bed; when he clears his throat, you look up at him, and grin. “are you waiting for me to say the line? you are, aren't you?”

“no,” comes the response, in a voice that suggests otherwise.

“you're so weird, baby,” you sigh, before smiling knowingly at him. “but i think you should get over here, healy - i want to kiss you,” you giggle when he jumps onto the bed, kissing his cheek and whispering in his ear. “and fuck you. well… you to fuck me, but you know what i mean.”

“‘course i do,” his lips find your neck, and you sigh in bliss. “needy girl.”

bliss ruined. you glare at him. “you prepped all those condoms, and i'm the needy one?”

“i'm just keeping up with demand, sweetheart,” matty raises his hands in mock surrender, and then brings them to your tits. “i know what my wife needs.”

fuck. 

you beam, breathing heavily as you murmur. “say it again.”

he hums, kissing slowly up your neck to whisper in your ear. “i know what my wife needs.”

the heat in your body becomes too much to bear; your hands fly to the buttons of matty's shirt, deftly undoing them as you lean blindly up to kiss him. he reciprocates eagerly, taking your top lip between his teeth while his hands busy themselves with dragging your dress down by the straps. you work quickly, efficiently, the years of practice put in in this very room ensuring you both end up in your underwear in seconds flat, lips connected and only breaking apart when breathing becomes an absolute necessity. 

it's at this moment that matty catches sight of your new lingerie for the first time, lust-black eyes widening (and clothed dick hardening) as he drinks in your body, wrapped in a babydoll made of dark red mesh. his hands slide softly up your thighs, which part to give him a look at the matching panties; the moan he lets out is enough to soak them. “oh, baby.”

“you like it?” suddenly shy, goosebumps fluttering across your skin at the realisation that this is the first time you've been quite so exposed since having the baby, your voice goes small. “i look… alright?”

it's testament to how well matty knows you that he immediately leans forward to stroke your face reassuringly, resting his forehead against yours so tenderly you could cry. “you look perfect, my darling - so, so beautiful.”

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. “really?”

“yes, angel,” the kiss that follows his words is sweet, but still passionate enough to dispel all worry from your mind. “d'you wanna keep your dress thing on? we'll do whatever's most comfortable.”

“no, take it off, please - just lift it, babe,” you smile as matty fumbles with the lingerie, giggling along with him as he successfully manages to pull it over your head. “hi.”

“hi,” comes the breathy reply, followed by a kiss between your boobs. when you let out a little moan, matty presses kisses all over your chest, trailing them up across your neck to your lips. “have i told you how fucking sexy i think you are?”

you giggle. “high praise, that, coming from the world's hottest dad.”

“fuck yeah,” he sits back on his heels, eyes trailing up and down your body, mouth parting slightly in the way it always does when he's really, really turned on. “christ, you've no idea how much i want you.”

“yeah, i do,” you lightly drag your nails down your husband's chest and stomach, hooking them into the waistband of his boxers. “s'been too long, baby. need you inside me again.”

“shit. take your panties off for me, darling… yeah, just like that,” matty's eyes don't leave your soaked cunt at all as he takes his own underwear off; your gaze fixates on his dick, excitement fizzing as you watch him reach for a condom and roll it on, smile splitting your face as he settles himself above you. “fuck, i'm a little bit nervous.”

“why, darling?” you take his face in your hands, thumbs gently rubbing his cheekbones. “s'just me, yeah? me and you in our bed. done it a thousand times before.”

matty smirks. there he is. “think we can do another thousand tonight?”

you smirk to match. “we can try.”

“oh, i love you,” he kisses you again, slowly running his dick along your core. “you ready, darling?”

“yeah. love you,” you smile into the kiss, moaning softly in harmony with matty as he slowly slides home. “fuck, you feel good.”

“not as good as you,” comes the mumbled reply, matty's eyes rolling back into his head as he tentatively begins thrusting into you. “missed this.”

you giggle breathily, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. “s'only been a couple of months, baby, we've gone longer without fucking before.”

“yeah, but - oh, fuck, do that again,” matty gasps into your neck as you dig your nails into his back, kissing across your face so he can smile at you, and blush as you wink. “you're so fucking hot.”

you roll your eyes. “shut up.”

“no, i'm serious,” he sits back on his heels, gently lifting your legs onto his shoulders so he can see you a bit better while he fucks you; you're not complaining about the new angle, either. “i have literally never found you sexier than you are right now. ever,” he kisses your calf muscle. “which is why not being allowed to fuck you until now has fucking killed me.”

there isn't even a slither of insincerity in his voice, or on that gorgeous face of his. yours burns, still unused to your husband's compliments after all this time, and your hands gently skim the outline of your chest and hips. “you've been looking delicious, lately, too.”

matty laughs. “delicious?”

“yeah,” you bite the tip of your index finger, sighing happily at the feeling of being fucked slowly. “practically on my knees every time i see you hold the baby, you know. and especially when you do it shirtless,” you let out a low whistle. “not to be crude, but… yeah, i'd take it anywhere you wanted.”

he throws his head back, cackling. “well, darling, you're doing just that,” he leans forward to kiss you, stretching your legs in the most gorgeous way. “d'you wanna try taking it a bit harder? up to you.”

“yeah,” you breathe into him. “fuck me, matty. please.”

“since you asked so nicely,” he pecks your lips, before slamming into you with a groan and repeating the motion, over and over and over. “jesus christ, baby.”

you can't speak, a mixture of pleasure haze and just sheer love for matty clouding your brain and closing your throat to everything but little moans and whines, those noises he loves so much; it's obvious from the way he smiles and speeds up when he hears them how much he loves them, and obvious from the way he kisses and the way his eyes sparkle how much he loves you. they've sparkled for you like that for the better part of fifteen years, and a sudden wave of some inexplicable emotion washes over you when you think about how long you and matty have loved each other, and now you've ended up here.

you don't realise you're crying until he slows down, face concerned, and wipes the tears from your lashline with his thumbs. “what is it, my darling?” his voice is soft, soothing, exactly the same as it is when he talks to your baby girl. “everything alright?”

nuzzling into his hand, you nod, sniffling. “i just really, really love you, matty.”

he smiles, eyes crinkling and filling up to match yours. “i love you. girl of my dreams, mother of my baby, love of my life.”

the two of you stay like that the rest of the night, matty fucking you slowly, deeply, tenderly, both of you trading sweet words and i love yous and kisses that feel like home. getting each other off isn't the priority anymore, dropped in favour of simply loving, but your orgasm is as intense as ever; maybe even more so, actually, limbs wrapping around matty and tears falling onto his skin as he gets you there and holds you through it with a “my girl, my beautiful, beautiful girl”, before burying his head in the crook of your neck as he spills into the condom with a whimper.

for the briefest of moments afterwards, there's silence in the room, the only sound your respective heavy breathing as you recover; it's broken, as always, by your husband, kissing your cheek before moving to pull out of you and pull off the condom. you giggle when he launches it with pinpoint accuracy into the bin in the corner of the room, moving to snuggle against his chest once he settles back onto the bed. “i think,” you begin, tracing the tattoo on his chest. “it's safe to say that you've still got it.”

he snorts. “d'you mean the sex, or my aim in chucking shit in that bin?”

“both,” you kiss over his heart, looking up at him adoringly. like you could look at him any other way. “that was really special, baby. thank you.”

he strokes your hair. “anything for you, my love,” his finger slides down your nose, booping the end, and he giggles when you scrunch your face up. “round two, in a minute? we still have all those condoms to get through.”

“in a minute, yeah,” you grin, climbing atop your husband and grinding down onto his lap. “but this time, i'm on top.”

[strawberry-cowmilk]

voicemails

-> mc is back in the human world but didn't pick up the phone, so the brothers leave a voicemail

-> brothers x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read also kind of trying out a new style hehe

content warnings: kind of angsty maybe, alcohol use, gambling mentions

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Lucifer

'good evening, mc. it is a fine evening here in the devildom, I hope it's the same case with you. I have just returned from a meeting with diavolo, we've had... quite the demonus. however I am by no means drunk. anyways I have actually been listening to the record you got for me, a thoughtful gift indeed. I just have a feeling that... it would sound lots better with you in the chair next to me. (he chuckles) well, there's no helping it. perhaps I have to bring you back to the devildom myself?'

'I was hoping to hear your voice, too bad you didn't pick up the phone. are you perhaps asleep, mc? in that case I shall leave you be. sleep well, mc.'

Mammon

'yo mc, why are you not picking up your phone? I just snuck away from home with mine to talk tp you, you know? ugh... that cocky lucifer and his stupid rules. like what do you mean we gotta take turns calling you? no way, I ain't waiting so long to talk to you! just cause he's the eldest he thinks he's all high and mighty!'

'okay anyways, on with the important stuff! so listen up I called because I scored HUGE at the casino today and you know how I won so much huh? I bet on your favorite number, y'know... cause I miss you and all... (he suddenly coughs) ah wait no what I just said ain't true! I bet on your favorite number cause... well... that was my battery percentage or something...'

'okay anyways mc, you better visit the devildom soon! bye bye! have a good day!'

Leviathan

'um hi what's up? how's the human world? did you get the games and anime I asked you to get yet? I totally can't wait to see what kind of stuff you got over there! oh and I can't wait to show you the newest releases here in the devildom! the latest season of 'I went to the fair a 6km distance from my house with my best friend and pet dog but the manager turned out to be my online gaming buddy' came last week and I binged it all!'

'um (pause) but look I kind of called to tell you... well... you gotta come here fast so we can share the stuff you know? ahh it's no good I can't say it! um well look, I miss you!' (he hangs up suddenly)

Satan

'hello mc, I see you're not picking up your phone. are you busy? listen to this voice message any time you'd like then. I hope the human world is treating you well, it's so different from the devildom after all. well at least you won't have to worry about anyone stealing your soul.'

'exam season at rad just ended, I'm satisfied with most of my scores. I am a little disappointed because of my spells and potions grade, a 83 isn't good enough to me. could it be I was distracted because I miss you? (he sighs) well, one more reason for you to hurry back here. everyone's been fighting over who gets to call you first and all that, it's pissing me off. but I get it, I love hearing your voice. well mc I guess this is it, goodbye for now.'

Asmodeus

'hi mc! finally it's my turn to talk to you, but what's up with not picking up hm? well as long as you promise to call me back later, I don't mind leaving a voicemail for you! did you do anything fun recently? I attended some parties but well, they were kind of boring. or was I just... not feeling it? whatever that doesn't matter, I just wanna see you again! how much longer are you going to stay in the human world? I miss you so so so much!'

'I hope you miss me too. do you miss me? when you call me back you have to answer that question, deal? and if yes you have to visit. there's so much I want to talk to you about, so much I wanna show you! like I made into a magazine, you just have to see it! call soon, okay? I love you.'

Beelzebub

hell's kitchen is having a sale. when you but a cheeseburger you get a second one free. of course I took advantage of the deal and got a lot of cheeseburgers. you should visit soon mc, I want to share my food with you. it tastes better like that.' (you can basically hear him smiling through the phone)

'anyways, everyone misses you. sometimes my brothers get really sad, it's kind of hard to watch sometimes. of course I really miss you too. I think about you every time before I fall asleep. it makes me have good dreams. also my team won another game last night, I wish you could have seen it. well, next time right? bye mc, I hope to talk to you soon.'

Belphegor

'hi mc. how are you doing? I hope you're good. listen I'm on the balcony right now and there's stars in the sky. ugh I hate to be that one cheesy guy in your average romance movie but... the stars look like you. I can see your face in them. nevermind just forget what I said that was really sappy.'

'anyways please call me back, I get that you're probably busy or napping right now but I want to hear your voice. I want to hear how you've been there in the human world, hopefully your weather is nice.'

'well I'm running out of stuff to say, bye mc. call me back.'

[haecien]

literature obssessed reader × author minghao

Come see the screening.... 🎥📷

THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA??? Hello oh my god

Reader would definitely be a big fan of Minghao's works, they've collected almost every series that Minghao has published. Including special limited edition books other collectors would KILL for.

I have a feeling minghao would hide his face, sure he'd attend a few interviews but the interviewer would only be able to hear his voice, this was intentional ofcourse. Minghao wanted to go out in peace, he never wants interviewers and paparazzi to swarm him whenever he stepped out of his house. It's annoying to him. He only revealed his face to trusted individuals like his publisher. Other than that almost no one has seen his face, But there are times where he has almost gotten caught due to his distinctive voice, but he just argued that he has a similar voice and swear he isn't him.

Reader and Minghao would definitely run into each other by accident, of course reader doesn't know shit and thinks is just some random person they bumped into well... " What's the rush? " Minghao asks.

" Oh! Haha there is this book sale and they're featuring one of my favorite authors LIMITED edition book! It's the last one I need and I would do anything to complete my collection... Plus I really adore the author! He's such a good writer, his poetry books are also so good. "

Minghao's raised an eyebrow, he seems intrigued. " So, What's this authors name? " he leaned down and grabbed your bag which you've dropped. " OH! His name is Xu Minghao! But, now checking the time I don't think I can make it in time... My best bets is that the book has already been grabbed.... Awh man "

Minghao was a bit shocked to hear his name mentioned, he feels a bit bad so he proposed an offer " Oh Xu Minghao? I have some extras of his limited edition collection, Which one are you missing I could lend it to you. "

You were shocked since literally people would pay THOUSANDS for this, and hes giving this for free? Jesus christ is he your lord and savior or something. You tried to refuse but minghao didn't budge, eventually you gave up. " Im the reason why you're late, this is my apology. " You were touched how he was this considerate for a stranger you just so happend to bump into. " You never told me your name by the way? Hehe but my names y/n. " Minghao stood there thinking if he should tell you... " Oh uh, my name? Its Seo myungho. "

" Seo myungho? I see, nice to meet you Myungho! " you would not suspect a thing.

You both spent a lot of time after that, half of your conversations were about Minghao... on the inside minghao is giggling whenever you mentioned him, like. His cheeks got a bit red but you didnt notice it. You were too busy rambling about minghao, but if your conversations weren't about minghao you'd genuinely enjoy talking with "myungho " it was always the highlight of your day

I mean you did find out eventually! Haha in the most embarrassing way ever tho... you and "myungho" were talking and suddenly the topic of minghao was mentioned again and he said " Oh yeah I... " I? Haha ur fucked now minghao. Your eyes widened when he said this, you just connected the dots... Bye this is so embarrassing all this time you've been ranting about minghao to minghao

Minghao eventually came clean and he did confess it but, he made it very sure that you wouldn't tell ANYONE about it, well maybe also minghao had a tiny bit of feelings for you but thats beside the point... he trusted you enough to keep this a secret and you swore you'd take this secret to the grave.

Minghaos "little crush" never left tho! He waited awhile before confessing, like maybe 5 months... you were a bit oblivious to his feelings but eventually you started to catch feelings too... the confession was so sweet tho, he took quotes from your favorite book of his. And made a little love letter, you cried on the spot and hugged him so tightly.

(This ws suppose to be a drabble but its so long LMAOAO)

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Darling Dolls AU: Lost, Classmate, haunted and Blue star

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Your family might grow in size but somehow your worries too. You thought while gazing at the for sale poster in the newspaper. About a very cheap house and lot.

A very sus sale. It's probably a haunted house. You thought about living in it. Since you have tatsumi with you, he could probably exorcist the place up, or just welcome the ghost living with you as roommates.

Since you already encounter things like darling dolls that seems out of fantasy, might as well drive into supernatural and horror genre.

You put down the newspaper that your holding and stared at the park. You look at the happy children running around and parents chatting about gossip of the week, then to a red haired teen who is walking mindlessly in circle as if not knowing where to go or is at lost.

You don't know why but he reminded you of someone, as you watch the lost red haired teen for a while, you suddenly made an eye contact with glaring predator like blue eyes of the stranger. He seems to discover your watching him for a while.

"..." You raise your hand to wave, to show your not awkward to other human being and not just a doll thing. His alarm gaze went down as a smile pasted on his face as he wave as you with both hand. "Hellooo!!" He greeted with a wide grin.

"Hihi!!!" You discovered that he seems to be a fun stranger and wave back with more energy. " Can I help you?" You ask as you already notice him being lost for a while. " Oooh--?? You wanna help a stranger ? " His already in front of you before you can say more. He hold both your hands with sparkling eyes.

"no one seems to want to help me in this city... Happy to know there's good on this world! Thank you very much in advance!!" He shakes your hands up and down with hyper energy to the max level.

"I mean, if I can. I would! The names MC!" You shake his hand the same energy his giving you. "MC? Nice to meet you MC! My name is Hiiro Amagi! You can call me hiiro and let's be friends!!" He introduced himself which made you froze in shock.

Ah that's why he look familiar. His rinrin younger brother.' you thought as you stare at the teen. Somehow that bet game of RinRin so excited about went to your mind.

It seems his gonna lost since it's 3-2 now. Through it won't be since I won't force the person to come home with me just to entertain rinne gambling addiction.

"-MC? You been daze? Could it be you don't want to be my friend? People in the city don't seems to like being friends in the first meeting.

But you seems very warm and kind person! I really wanna be your friend!" Hiiro snap you out of your thoughts which made you smile hopelessly as your label as a good person again when you sure you aren't and far from one.

" I wanna be hiiro friend too! So what do you want me to assist you with?" You then went to the main topic, hiiro then told you he want to go an agency for idols since he and his other friend want to be one.

But he don't know where to go. His friend cant go with him today because of some situation to lead him to the agency.

You know he meant ES, you happily guide him where it is, along the way you ask him why he want to go there.

"I wanna be an idol, so I can destroy all idols! And bring my brother home!" He loudly says In front of ES building, other staff stared at your direction and some idols did so too.

You suddenly don't want to bring him to his older brother, he sound like his gonna punch rinne the moment he sees him.

"Thank you very much~~ till then MC!" Hiiro waved you good bye as he run inside the agency. You stared at his back worriedly.

Your worried about hiiro interview would turn out well or not. As you stood in the view, you suddenly spot someone familiar who's about to enter the building.

"KANA~~!!" You called out to the classmate of yours from your previous school in elementary. You run to the person who don't seems to hear you calling out for him.

"Oi! Oi! Kana! You really ignoring me?!" You reach out to the person but stop when you bump to his back as 'kana' stop walking, at that very moment you know this is not kana. But a doll. Since you already have previous experience what doll felt like. You already know base on just contact.

"...oh. your aren't kana." You look up as you meet a familiar face similar to that classmate of yours but the difference is that kana is human. This person isn't. "Hmm? Are you perhaps calling out to HiMERU?"

"...ah... Sorry. I mistaken you for kana." You talk in a tone where only the of you can hear. "...could it be your someone HiMERU know before? Since you know HiMERU name."

"I thought your my classmate kaname tojou." You mumble as you stare at the second doll you saw today. You wonder why a doll pretending to be someone else. But it's none of your business.

"...oh it's HiMERU previous classmate. Hello, HiMERU greets you." He suddenly have a warm smile, which made you think your testing bad water at that moment.

"...ah. can I whisper a secret?" You thought about the place, you probably can't say that out loud. "Hm? HiMERU is fine with it." He lean in to listen to what you wanted to say.

"You aren't kaname tojou, arent you? You aren't human either." You whisper to his ear. Which made him widen his eyes before he back away with a smile as if maintaining his composer. "Oh my... HiMERU is quiet surprise..."

"Through I dont really care. None of my business. Can you just say hi to kana for me? Hehe. It been a while since we last meet. Say it's from MC! Bye bye HiMERU~~" you really don't want to deal with susamongus charades of someone today. so you wave good bye and left the imposter to go look for the house you saw in the newspaper, not knowing HiMERU narrowed his eyes as he gaze as your retreating figure.

"...say hi to kaname, huh... But it's impossible at the moment. I wish I could do that." HiMERU mumble to himself as he remembers his 'younger brother' lying in a hospital bed because of a tragic accident.

He remembers your words, somehow he wish that the one who's human is him and his brother is a darling doll. So he would just wake up by his love and care for his brother. Yet it's not case.

HiMERU sigh before his smile appear in his face again, hiding his pain and sorrow. He enter the agency's to talk about HiMERU going solo again today.

...

You went and check the outside of the house and thought it's large enough for ten people and looks very homely. You wonder why it's haunted in the first place.

Bang.

You heard the top floor window close so suddenly from the house. You look up and saw green eyes looking out from the window before disappearing to the darkness.

"...oh. I'm calling tatsumi to exorcist then." You mindlessly wave to the 'ghost' and left the property. You decided to take the house since you already saved enough with last commission you did out of the blue.

When you come back home, you saw rinne playing with cards in the table. You remember his younger brother you saw today, your debating if you should tell him that or not.

"Sup, mcmc?" He look up from his mini solitary game. You stared at the red haired older Amagi. You remember how hiiro seems to lack common sense of the city and to this older brother who know this and that of the city. "Did you run away from your home or something." You ask out of the blue.

"Pff.. that's a odd starting conversation were having. Gyahahaha. But yes I did." He said proudly.

"Ah... Cool. I did that too. But run away from an orphanage." You walk to the drawer to get some snacks as you casually reveal some fact about your past.

"Ooh, what a perfect pair then." Rinne don't seems to question your past and just smiled cheekily as you seat down in front of him.

"Here some snacks...Btw, I saw your brother today... He said he want to destroy idols and drag his big brother home." You waited till rinne take a bite of the snack before you told him the news.

"*Choke. Cough. Cough. Man, mcmc really showing sadistic tendency. You really waited till I eat to throw the bomb." As expected rinne is too surprised and choke on the snack his drowning himself in.

"Hmm? Not really." You lied with an evil smile. "So what are you gonna do about it?" Your curious what's the big brother Amagi gonna do with his little brother looking for him.

"Well, Idk. Shall I become an idol again to entertain his game? Gyahahaha. It been a while since the last live after all~~" rinne played with the cards in his hands, from one hand to another like a pro magician or gambling addict.

"Oooh~ yeye another live of Rinne and Niki!" Your excited to watch them live again. You and Rinne chatted more and played poker together.

...

The next day, you plan to take mayoi out for a mini outing together since it's been a while since you spend time with Mayoi alone.

He keep locking himself in that mini room behind the walls. You don't know what he have there through. Your in your room, no one is in the house but you and mayoi.

"Mayoi looks very pretty today too~~" you hug mayoi doll form, who shy away from your wide smile and compliments.

"Kyaaaa.... Your smile is melting meee~" mayoi shriek, trying to shield his face from you but you grab hold of his mini doll hands and rain smooch and kisses of love to mayoi who froze before blush appear on his doll cheeks. "Mwaah mwaah. Here's mc kiss of self esteem boost 💕" -mc.

"MC~ " he cooed, finally out of his shy self and hugged you back with his doll form. "I love mayoi very much~ my precious mayoi who been with me since long ago... I hope you don't feel left out with the crowd we have now days..." You felt bad for not paying attention to your very first friend and family. You don't notice your crying because of how bad you felt, you don't know if mayoi felt lonely or not. You felt warm hands softly rub your tears away, you look up and saw mayoi in his human form looking at your with caring and lovingly eyes.

"Don't worry, even if your surrounded with bunch of people. I would feel more happy as you have more people to call home." He kiss your forehead, and lean back to look at your again. There's a pause before He hold both your cheeks as he squish it playfully, he start to have that look in his face again. Ya know the look that would made doll tatsumi body go titan And boink him.

"Ahh~~ mc cheeks so soft~~ oh no! My thoughts are running wild.... Forgive me mc...!" He suddenly cannot handle it and transform back to his doll form and was about to run away but you grab hold of him and hug him.

"It's fineee~~ hehe." You lay on your back while you hug mayoi in your arms. He seems to give up trying to shy away and run away from you. As he lay on top of your chest staring at you.

"Hey... Mayoi do you wanna be an idol? I saw your interested on idols. " You thought about this a lot of times. If mayoi and tatsumi wish to be an idol unit once alkaloid is complete. You would support them, maybe it's one of the reason you want to find the last two. Through now you only need one more.

"M-me an idol? I... Wanted to be one... With everyone in the Alkaloid." He confess. "But so far there's no news right ... Since, Aira and hiiro still isn't around ..."

"Ooh. I actually meet hiiro today. We only need aira. We could ask again when you all in one place then." You and him talk about the future. You thought about the day mayoi become and idol. He won't just be your doll, who would sing for you alone.

But he would sing for others too, the time spend with them would be less maybe you will be the one who will be abandoned again... But mayoi always priority you since long ago. If he wanted to be free and be an idol to sing for everyone in the world. It be fine.

If worse come by... You could always--

Mayoi stared at you in a knowing gaze. He grip on your top tighten with all he can in his doll form.

"If alkaloid become an idol unit... You won't plan to leave right?" He seems to know you too well. His blue eyes show visible shaken and fear.

"I know I'm disgusting and unworthy... But before being an idol. I'm your filthy sinful and first doll! Your my owner! " He seems to be mad when you nodded your head. You watch the angry mayoi transfer back to being human again and hug you very tightly, afraid if he let go as you might leave.

"Nonononono. You could have many dolls. I won't care. But never abandoned us... Abandoned Me." He put his head on your shoulder, you felt ticklish as his hair brush against your skin.

"Haha. I plan to be the unit producer or custom/cloths designer. I will never leave you guys. "You can't help but laugh as you hug mayoi back. Trying to calm him down. This is supposed to be a bonding time not make Mayoi sad and angry.

He seems to calm down yet he continues to stay in the same position. Enjoying such moment yet fearing it would end so soon.

You suddenly realize, you cannot do your original plan. Might as well try to work out how to get there in the first place. You thought as you start to hear mayoi humming a tone, drowsiness takes over your system as he lullaby you to sleep.

"Ah... MC really is a bad liar... This doll of yours know you too well... " Mayoi show a a deranged smile as his reptilian-like blue eyes as he stare down at your sleeping form in his arms, carrying you effortlessly. He slowly stood up to carry you to your bed. He have thought of things what he would do if you really do what he fear you'll do. ' both abandoned... Treated less than a human or soulless toy by others... No one loves or cared for us till we found one another....' he softly place you in your bed.

' a disgusting, sinful, and filthy doll as I am... Who is but a phantom... Can never wish too much as I am not worthy of dreaming and making a wish.' he seat beside the bed, reaching out to hold your right hand with his own.

' Yet you a human child who never seems to have a home when we first meet. Give up eating for whole month and just sustain living another day with water you get from taps... Just to buy... No you called it a simple way to bring me home... You don't want to call it buying the rights to own me. Even through you really are my owner..." He mumble as he softly lean in to kiss your hand.

"Do you remember... That person said? Dolls like I, have souls. If given any form of affection of love enough, we will gain a true heart and one day become a real human..." His other hand reach out to felt his own heart that seems to beat like a normal human.

if darling dolls received affection like any form of love and care. They will gain a temporary human form and a false heart. But if they continue to be cared, love and the most important person to their owner or to a human, not just cared or love as a toy but a real person. They would able to be a real human and false heart will become a true one.

And Mayoi is already at the breaking point of being in-between a real human and darling doll.

It's a rare occurrence yet he never expected to be one of those one out of billions cases, when he once still under the cruelty of his first owner.

' I wanna be a real human.... Not just because it's one of a darling doll goal. Because I want to grow old with you... Being immortal as a doll is pointless if I were to only face nothing but loveless and Meet nothing but heartless humans to call my next nth owner.'

He seems to notice something from the open window. He stood up and slowly went to close it. Leaving not view for those who peek from the outside.

'if I'm a real human. I won't be unmoving and be too froze to watch you leave. You can never able to leave without me following behind you.' he smiled like an evil phantom of the opera.

"I love you very much ~~ 💕 ... It doesn't matter how much dolls you have. Darling or haunted... They don't have the connection that the two of us have... Connection that binds us together~." Like a deranged person he already know how bad, sinful and disgusting his own thoughts Is, even its a simple plan to make you to never leave.

His already beyond help, it's not like he can redeem himself. He will not redeem himself and be the oblivious person that would one day accept the fact you'll be gone.

Mayoi walk back to the bed and stared at you.

"I, mayoi ayase. The Phantom doll. Would forever till your very last breath haunt you and perish with you to the deep of hell or break through heaven just to be with you. If those things even exist... If not. It's just be the two of us in the empty void of eternity.' he swear to the blue star as slowly lean in to kiss you, this time in the lips.

Darling Dolls are like the story of the a wooden boy becoming a false human because of a blue fairy.

He would learn lesson in life and love of his creator and father made him become a real human.

But in the Darling Dolls case. It's a blue star that created and made darling dolls appear one day in the world. If a doll swear to the blue star. They swearing an oath and a promise that the star would make sure to be granted... It's one lifetime thing for darling dolls. Some might never use it as its too precious. Yet He use it at that very moment. He don't care either way because your worth the wish. Even if he made a selfish wish to be forever be by your side, through the times you continue love dolls, him or or the time where you come to hate the existence of dolls. He would be forever be with you. Human or not.

He lay beside you and wrapped his arms around you, keeping you secure in his hold. You unconsciously hug the familiar warmth of mayoi, making him smile through he felt like a sinful crime have been conducted as he kiss your unconscious form earlier. But its fine, not even the dolls who's with you now in your life or those who prey into your life can't do anything as his the first doll. So it's not wrong to own your first kiss, not as a doll but human to someone precious and dearly love person... Right?

A/N: no new member for your harem this time around. But here's a mayoi ayase moment ùwú. Srl thru. How's the story so far. Am I doing a good AU or what. Nvm no one read this note :'(.

[robertdowneyhiddlesbatch]

Change of perspective {1/2}

Triggers: implied baby loss

Summary: Stephen's girlfriend takes a pregnancy test and reminisces how they got together.

The stick with the two lines on it was maybe the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Eliza was a realtor, so that was saying a lot. She loved, and got paid for, finding hidden jewels. That's how she had found Stephen in the first place. 

Eliza Gonzales was a top tier realtor, and true to her career, a pompous ass. Half the cast of Selling Sunset were her best friends. So when she set her sights on Greenwich Village, she wanted it. 

“Hello,” the familiar looking man answered before she even knocked on the door.

Eliza quickly tried to recall who he was. “You're… famous, aren't you?” She pointed an inquisitive finger at him. 

The man smirked. “You new to Greenwich?” his smirk told her he was intentionally being smug, and it irked her. 

Eliza chuckled to cover the scowl growing on her face. “Sort of. You haven't always lived here, have you?” For some reason, he didn't look like he belonged in an old money neighborhood. He looked like he would appreciate a penthouse better. 

“I haven't personally, no,” the man humored her and took a look back inside the house. “But it's been in the business for, well, forever.” 

Damn. “I see. Well, I was just walking by in the neighborhood and I am absolutely in awe of this beautiful brick stone. I'm sure it's equally gorgeous inside. Mind if I can get a little peak?”

“It's not for sale,” the man held the door and pulled it behind his shoulder. 

Eliza’s jaw dropped. “But I didn't…”

“I'm quite familiar with your type…”

“Well that's rude,” she didn't even try to hide her grimace as she folded her arms. 

“Says miss intrusive. Buh bye now,” he closed the door and she found herself in front of her car. What the?

Oh, did she hate this man! And she would never let him live it down. She was groveling about it for days, so her friend insisted on taking her out on a double date. Eliza dressed up to humor her friend and went, only to be blindsided when her friend's date was the man from Greenwich.

“Stephen, this is Eliza, my best friend. Izzy, this is Stephen Strange, and this is Matthew Perrywood. They're both doctors!” Janice introduced the two men. 

Eliza ignored Greenwich, who was clearly her friend's date, and smiled as she introduced herself to the one she was set up with. The plan was to not even acknowledge him, but halfway through the night, they could only acknowledge each other. Not positively, of course, as every topic of conversation was an opportunity for passionate argument for both of them. Janice tried to intervene at some point, but gave up and redirected her attention to Matthew. At some point, Janice and Matthew hit it off and left, leaving Eliza and Stephen with the bill.

After realizing they were ditched, Stephen and Eliza finally settled into silence. Stephen asked for the check and Eliza took out her wallet to split her meal, but the former doctor waved her aside and paid off the entire meal. Eliza blushed and reached out for her wallet, blindly putting her card back in before tucking her wallet back in her purse. 

“Thanks for footing the bill,” she told him as they were walking out. 

“The least I could do after ruining your date,” Stephen said, acknowledging the events of the night. 

“Well, clearly they didn't mind,” Eliza chuckled. 

“At least someone had got something out of it. I'm not really one for blind dates.”

Eliza gasped. “You didn't know her?” 

“Not before tonight. Matt dragged me out.”

“Oh. I see what happened. You were something once, weren't you?”

“Once,” she noticed he put his hands in his pockets.

“I…it's getting late. I should let you go. It's a drive back to Greenwich from here.”

“I'll catch a cab. How about you?”

“OH, I drove us here. I'll be fine. Have a good night, Dr. Strange,” she bid, heading toward her car.

“Good night,” he replied. 

She was keying into her car, parked in the lot beside the restaurant, and she saw him still standing there. He whistled, and a cab obediently pulled up, as if it was waiting for him. Eliza shrugged as she got into her own car. A cab in the first call, in New York city, was almost magic. 

The next morning was a Saturday, and she had planned to get up late, if the doorbell would let her. She groaned when the knocks started and threw off the blanket.

“I'm coming! I'm coming,” she shouted as she went down the stairs to get the door.

“Yes?” She asked sternly as she opened the door, not caring for whoever it was.

It was Stephen. 

“W-what are you doing here?” She asked, rubbing her eyes to clear up and make sure she was seeing right.

“I'm here for my wallet,” Stephen replied.

“Excuse me?” Eliza retorted.

“You took my wallet last night,” he explained.

Eliza scoffed. “Oh, you are so not accusing me of stealing!” She exclaimed and stormed into her kitchen to get her purse.

“W-well, you see how I got here…” he didn't get the chance to show her wallet in his hand. 

“Now look here, mister!” Eliza shouted as she was back with her purse.

“Doctor,” Stephen corrected her. 

“Whatever! This is clearly not,” she whipped out a wallet and thrust it in his face, but was able to clearly see it herself, “my wallet.”

Stephen smiled as she turned bright red in embarrassment of being caught in the wrong. 

“I… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to take yours. I thought I had grabbed mine!” 

“Oh, I wouldn't usually mind. It's just this one, it's an heirloom,” he pointed at the red and black checkered wallet she had again put back in her purse. 

“Ah, sorry. I'm still sleepy. Here's your wallet back,” Eliza finally handed him his item.

“Thank you. Here's yours,” he returned the favor. 

“It's still early. Wanna come in for breakfast?” She stepped aside to invite him in. 

“I won't say no,” Stephen smiled and helped himself inside. 

“Kitchen's down to the left. I'm just gonna go change real quick.”

Eliza ran upstairs to freshen up and put on some real clothes, and came downstairs to breakfast. He always made breakfast for them now, and had pared down her pompous realtor personality and made her smell some roses. Not that they didn't still quarrel. She actually loved the snide quips they shared. 

And she absolutely fell in love with the main staircase when he finally invited her in. 

But then she fell down it. And she hated it. Because it had taken away the two lines. The worst part of it all was that she was home alone.

Stephen had gone on another mission saving the world, and here she was losing hers. She had no idea how she would tell him. And if she would tell him. Normally, she didn't make an issue of him being gone most of the time. She figured that since she was busy with work too, it didn't matter much. They had made it work. 

But now her perspective had changed. Being physically alone, and then also emotionally all by herself, had her reevaluating their arrangement. Maybe he should've been home more. Maybe he should've given her more time. More attention. Maybe she wouldn't be going through this alone. Or maybe, he would have caught her when she tripped. 

But he wasn't there.  

Stephen was never there. And now it was a problem.

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GUYS PLS HEAR ME OUT

ok besties now that i got your attention i am about to drop my favorite spamton headcanons so that we can trade

i shall go first (obviously) (spoilers for deltarune chapter 1 and 2 i think)

spamton neo is made of metal, but due to the fact that he was only neo for a short time, he overheats easily

spamton purrs, but it sounds like a LOUD computer fan

this is probably canon, but the strings on spamton neo are literal wires, which is why when u cut them, he "dies"

spamton is the type of guy to watch his closest friends through their windows and wait to be invited in, without asking to go to their house first

i like the headcanon that spamton cant take a deal if he cant give them something back to "seal the deal"

spamton believes that heaven is the light world, hence his weird obsession with heaven and reaching "the light", pressing f1 has a mini angel spamton heal you, he calls noelle an angel, and wishes to see the light (light world)

spamton is a rabid animal and i stand by that

spamton is the type of guy that stims, mostly when he sees a customer

if the crossover were to ever exist, i think spamton would like metttaton a lot

i like the idea that since spamton is technically a computer, that he can google random information to help make his sales pitches more "reliable"

spamton doesnt have a big obsession on his phone anymore, but cant bring himself to get rid of it

(if spamton can even eat stuff) when spamton eats a cd disk, it just plays a heavily distorded clip of his theme song (any)

spamtons normal form has been corrupted, and small glitches are constantly present

since spamton is corrupted, he can also distort places that he goes to frequently

spamton literally cant NOT smile. due to his puppet-ification, he has a permanent salesman-y smile on his face. it creeps a lot of people out

ever since being evicted, spamton has lost track of time so much that he has no concept of how much time has passed

ok thats all i got bye bye

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A shitpost about the future that ran long:

I was working in the kitchen on fixing some dinner, listening to Spotify on the new model of Alexa smart-speaker. The new one had a 3D display projected right into your space, no goggles needed, and this was my first time plugging it in. I had been splurging on higher and higher tiers of Spotify membership so they’d stop playing ads at me, but with the latest system update that was no longer an option. Even so, I was shocked when the fifth song ended and I found myself face-to-face with a little old lady in a pink pantsuit. “Hi, there, I’m Betty White, speaking to you via hologram from beyond the grave to tell you about the new hamburger sandwich they have at McDonald’s,” she said. “It’s got bacon, and cheese, and a couple of other things we just know you’ll love. You can even have them leave the pickles off, since we know you don’t care for them.” “Great,” I said, unnerved but still going about my business. I was prepared for holo-ads floating above the smart-speaker, but not full-body ones standing next to me. “So, how about it?” she asked. I noticed she was staring me directly in the face. “Can you hear me?” I asked. “Sure, I’m fully interactive,” she smiled. “In my capacity as a hamburger salesperson, at least. If you want to ask me questions about my life or career, you can visit Encarta.com or IMDb.com. Would you like to do that? Affiliate links may apply.” “Uh—no thanks,” I said. “So are you asking me if I want to order a burger right now?” “I sure am!” Betty White replied cheerfully. “Your new smart-speaker’s air filters indicate you’ve over-spiced the pasta sauce again, you silly goose, and I can have one delivered by one of our new Uber-affiliate drones in just a twinkle.” “No, no thank you,” I said again. “Sorry, did the company really think this was a good idea, projecting celebrities into people’s houses to make sales pitches at them?” “Oh, absolutely, the marketing algorithms all agree it’s the way to go,” she said. “When ads were just audio, we could tell from the built-in microphones that are always on that people were always yelling at them and just being really mean. They did some research and found that they’re far less likely to get angry with their favorite inoffensive dead celebrities.” “Couldn’t you just be a head floating above the speaker?” “No, it has to be full-body, standing right next to you in real space to minimize or negate adversarial attitudes,” she said. “And it doesn’t strike you as bad that you’re having to go to this much work to ‘minimize or negate’ people’s reaction to you?” “Look, we’re doing this whether you like it or not, buster,” she said, hands on her hips, with an adorable little pouty stomp of one pink pump. “The marketing algorithms know better than consumers what will get them to buy things, and you can just like it or lump it. Now do you want the hamburger sandwich or not?” “Not really!” I said. “You know, I might have a better attitude about this if I didn’t feel like I was being emotionally manipulated. Maybe it would work better if it was somebody I didn’t mind yelling at.” “Hmm,” Betty White said. “We at Google-Meta-Amazon are always supportive of innovation; let me run this by the administrative algorithms and see. Calculating. Calculating. Okay, they said it was fine, we’ll do a trial run of a million consumers for the next twelve hours. It’ll just be a second while the marketing algorithms figure out who you’d be most willing to shout at but somehow still not turn you off from the products.” “Okay—“ “All done,” she smiled. “Enjoy! Bye-bye now!” She shimmered out of existence, replaced by a squinting Byrlcreemed man in a mustard-yellow suit. “Hiya, ACCOUNT_HOLDER_NAME, I’m Gilbert Gottfried, and you just gotta hear about this new freakin’ burger they got down at the McDonald’s—“

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‘Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a god

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma’s a relaxing thought

But for you, it’s not sweet like honey

Karma is a cat purring in my lap ’cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

–Taylor Swift, who’s had her share of beefs with Kanye West, “Karma”

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Started: “I can say anti-Semitic s—- and Adidas cannot drop me,” said Ye (his legal name now) on the Drink Champs podcast earlier this month. Ye had worked with Adidas since 2013 on his Yeezy line of super expensive, super popular sneakers, and thought he was untouchable like most overpaid, over-indulged “artists.”

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Going, as of Tuesday:

“Immediately” in adidas-speak translates to “a couple of weeks of silence after we originally said we’d review our relationship with Kanye because we had a whole lot of money numbers to crunch.” Karma comes in various guises, and she often travels with her equally stealthy pal, schadenfreude. What you put out there WILL come back to you, even if it does take adidas a full nineteen days to make it happen.

Adidas didn’t drop Kanye West to stand against anti-semitism.

They dropped him because their stock was falling hard and an analyst told them to in order to salvage their stock value they needed to drop him.

Nothing heroic about what they did.

— Tony Posnanski (@tonyposnanski) October 25, 2022

It’s been reported that adidas got an estimated 4% to 8% of its sales from Yeezy products, according to investment bank Cowen. For Ye, it was an even bigger deal, accounting for $1.5 billion of his net worth. But I mean, what’s a Jewish life worth to a sneaker company founded by anti-Semites?

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Wow hope this widely available information about the Nazi origins of @adidas doesn’t go viral and cause a massive international boycott in light of their recent silence in the face of violent antisemitism by their partner Kanye West. pic.twitter.com/LTPsKGHYzg

— Bess Kalb (@bessbell) October 24, 2022

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We’d been seeing accountability for Kanye’s hate speech from plenty of others before adidas finally made its announcement Tuesday morning. Gap, Balenciaga, and Vogue Magazine all announced they were cutting ties with Ye. And now Forbes joins them by dropping him from their Billionaires’ List.

Kanye West is no longer a billionaire after Adidas cut ties with him, Forbes reports.

His loss of Adidas has caused his net worth to plummet to $400 million and he is no longer on the Forbes billionaire list. pic.twitter.com/8SzyQqJVjC

— Pop Base (@PopBase) October 25, 2022

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Hopefully, more artists and sportsball people will end their own relationships with adidas. They only did right by themselves, and the last time I checked, there are other companies that make sneakers and track pants. BYE, YE!

Tara Dublin is a woefully underappreciated and unrepresented writer currently shopping a super cool novel that has nothing to do with politics while also fighting fascism on the daily.

Follow her on Twitter @taradublinrocks.

Editor’s note: This is an opinion column that solely reflects the opinions of the author.

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Hi, it's me again... Back from the dead...

Listen I know Christmas is over, and we're halfway into the first month of the New Year, but I still want to finish this Christmas fic. Better late than never I guess... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I'm really sorry about the delay. I've been suffering from a serious writer's block. That's when I realized I suck at writing romance. I've done my best thoughts. Hope you'll like it And thank to @sharksinflowercrowns again for inspiring this fic and everything else...

Deck the Halls of Wittebane Manor...

CHAPTER FIVE…

"LUZ!" A purple haired girl came running towards Luz as soon as she entered the market with her brother, on the next day.

"Sweet potato!" Luz immediately held out her arms as her girlfriend practically launched herself into them. "Oh I'm so happy to see you!"

Hunter stood there nearby, watching the romantic reunion of the two girlfriends. Luz and her girlfriend, Amity, were always like this. It was a little too romantic for his liking. He rolled his eyes seeing them being so mushy but a hint of an affectionate smile remained on his face.

"Alright girls, this is where I take your leave." He cleared his throat, partly to remind them that he was still standing there. "You can go wherever you want and do whatever you like as long as you don't cause any trouble. I'm heading off to get some supplies for the renovation. Good bye." He waved slightly and started walking away in the opposite direction.

Amity sighed, rolling her eyes. "Good to see you too, Hunter." She said sarcastically, still holding onto her girlfriend.

"Don't mind him… You know how he is." Luz shrugged watching her brother disappear into the crowd. "Now come on, we have so much to do!" She dragged a giggling Amity into the Bonesborough marketplace.

Hunter continued to walk ahead with his hands in his pockets. He casually looked around to see if he could find anything for the house. The entire marketplace was quite overwhelming.

Today the market was even more crowded than the last time he was here. Shopkeepers trying to sell their special Christmas merchandise, people rushing to buy last minute Christmas presents, a choir singing in the corner of the street, together with the endless chattering of people gave him a bit of a headache. The sooner he finishes today's work the better. He didn't want to be here for too long.

Once again he happened to walk past the town Christmas tree. This time he didn't stop to get a peek of the top. Instead, he stopped to look around in hopes of finding an adorable little bespectacled figure carrying a small Christmas tree. Unfortunately, she was nowhere to be seen. He had no idea why he felt kinda sad or even why he thought she would be here another day. But most of all, he was confused why he wanted to see her again.

Of course she offered her help to decorate the house. But the house wouldn't be ready for decorating for at least two more days. He kept telling himself that it was only because his sense of gratitude encouraged him to return her favor. Yes, even before she actually did him a favor. Yes, that was definitely it. Everyone does that. Right?

He shook his head to clear thoughts and proceeded on his quest for seasonal decorations. Admittedly, Hunter had never ever done this before, but how hard can it be? He was there when his mom and sisters decorated the house back in Gravesfield, and he also helped a bit. Now he just had to do the same thing but without guidance. That's not a big deal at all. He huffed in determination.

'Ok, let's see. What do we need for Christmas?' He questioned himself in his mind. As if the universe heard his thoughts, he came across a huge Christmas tree sale, before he finished his thought. "Yup. A Christmas tree."

He checked out the trees for a couple of moments before heading inside the store which seemed to have put up the sale. Sure enough, it was a flower shop. He heard the bells chiming as he opened the door and came to stand near the front desk.

"Just a minute!” An all too familiar voice came from the inside of the shop and for some reason, a stupid grin spread across Hunter's face as he recognized it.

"Seasonal greetings! Welcome to Parks' Gardens. How may I help y- Oh my gosh, Hunter!" It was Willow who came to the front desk from the back of the shop. She seemed so excited to see him. That just made him smile even more.

"I can't believe you're here. I mean, of course you're here. You're staying here for Christmas after all." She chuckled lightheartedly. "But you're here. In my shop. I certainly wasn't expecting… Hunter, are you ok?" Her happy and bubbly tone changed into a concerned one when she noticed that Hunter wasn't responding to anything. He seemed to have frozen on the spot. And it was certainly not because of the cold weather outside.

"Oh, uhhh- yeah! Yeah…" Hunter broke out of his trance when he recognized the concern in her voice. He saw that her head was tilted in confusion. That's when he remembered he had been wordlessly staring at her. "I wasn't expecting to see you either." He nervously added. Why on earth was he feeling nervous?

She giggled softly covering her mouth with her hand. Her laugh sounded like music to his ears. She was so freaking adorable. He was very proud of the fact that he had been the one to cause such a reaction in her. He wished nothing more in his life than to hear her laugh again.

"Ok…" She said between giggles. "So as I was saying… What brings you here?"

"Oh yeah…" Hunter remembered why he actually came there in the first place. "I was looking for Christmas decorations… you know, for my house. Yeah… for the house."

"Oh right… You saw the Christmas trees, of course." She shook her head as if she was expecting something else as an answer, but she had to be satisfied with this one. "So, did you pick one?"

"Wait. We're supposed to pick one?" Hunter was genuinely confused. To him, all the trees looked the same. Why would he have to pick one?

"Well yeah… Of course you pick a tree." Willow shrugged as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. "I mean you don't necessarily have to do that… If you don't have things like height or space to consider. But selecting a Christmas tree can also be like selecting a pet, you know." She walked ahead, opening the door, heading outside to the Christmas tree sale. "Well, at least to me." She shrugged standing in front of a huge tree.

Hunter did not understand a word she said. Partly because she wasn't quite making sense and partly because he was distracted looking at her inspect her Christmas trees.

She continued to explain as Hunter came closer to her. "A Christmas tree symbolizes life and immortality. When you put up a Christmas tree in your house, it brings joy and a sort of lively vibe to your house. It's a very important duty for the tree to make sure it brings that feel to wherever it's kept. So it's sort of like you're bestowing it the responsibility of bringing the Christmas spirit to your house. You should trust the tree for that."

"Are you saying that Christmas trees are like people? Like a soldier with a duty to fulfill?" Hunter looked up at a tree and a weirdly graphic image of a walking talking tree crossed his mind.

"No silly…” Willow giggled. "It's not exactly like that. But I do like to think that all plants are like people. I've always felt this weird connection with plants. Like, I would talk to them. I would take care of them and they're kinda like my friends." She said looking around and absentmindedly twirling in the middle of the field full of Christmas trees.

Hunter was flabbergasted at the sight in front of him. The falling snow, the green trees, the faint glow of Christmas lights and in the middle of all this, Willow. She looked so at peace within the trees. Truly in her element. Heat rose to his face and his ears and cheeks became red. Yet, he couldn't help but smile looking at the beauty in front of him.

"So…" Willow approached him again, making him realize what he was doing. "Have you picked a tree yet?" She asked eagerly.

"Oh yeah… Of course, I was picking trees. Normal Christmas shopping stuff." He smiled a bit before pointing at a random tree. "That one right there."

Willow looked over to where he was pointing and to his surprise, she giggled again. Goodness she had to stop doing that around him. At this pace he was pretty sure he's gonna die of cardiac arrest or something. "Are you sure? Because that's not a Christmas tree."

"What! Really?” He turned around a bit to look at the tree he chose. Sure enough, it was not a tree at all. He pointed at the cut out sign shaped like a tree which was kept outside the shop in order to advertise the sale. Hunter mentally facepalmed. He definitely looked so stupid right now. He didn't know why it was happening. But when he's with Willow, he can't really seem to pay attention to anything else but her and only her.

"Is this your first time getting a tree?" She asked, interrupting his train of thoughts.

"Yeah… I've never really done this before." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. It was not entirely untrue, but something told him that even if he had done Christmas shopping before, with Willow around he wouldn't have been able to choose a tree.

"Alright then, can I pick a tree for you?” She asked, looking up at him with a gentle smile.

Hunter nodded and she proceeded to look around to find the perfect tree for him. He watched her fondly, as if she was the most precious thing in the world, not understanding why he was feeling that way. After a couple of minutes she waved at Hunter to come over to where she was standing.

"So, what do you think?” She asked, pointing at a tree she picked out for him.

"I think it's perfect." He automatically replied, even before looking at it. "I mean, you're the expert. So if you think it's good, then it's perfect." He added thoughtfully.

"Ok then… Can you take it with you or should I deliver it to your place later today?"

"Oh yeah, I didn't drive here today. I just came for a walk with my sister who wanted to meet her girlfriend." He rolled his eyes at himself for not bringing his car today. "Sorry… if it trouble-"

"You apologize too much." She shook her head and she giggled again. She was in a roll. She couldn't remember the last time she smiled much around someone. "You don't have to worry. It's standard procedure. We deliver it to your doorstep." She said playfully in a generic advertising tone.

"Oh that's great. Thank you so much." He said pulling out his wallet and taking out his business card. Before handing it over to her he took out a pen from inside his jacket and scribbled something in the back of it. "So uhhh, here's my card. It has my number if you want to contact me." He gave her his card and she silently pocketed it. "It also has my address written in the back of it. And also my personal phone number, in case the one in the front was busy." He added sheepishly and as if on cue his phone started ringing. "That's the one ringing right now. Excuse me for a minute." He answered the call as she waited for him to finish it.

After a while he put his phone back in his pocket and turned to face her. "Sorry, that was my sister. She said she was going home after shopping and she wanted my help to carry bags." He rolled his eyes. "I wish I could stick around but I kinda have to go now." He said apologetically.

"That's alright. I'll make sure to have this tree delivered in no time." She reassured him walking back to the entrance of the shop with him. "By the way, are you still up for decorating the town?"

"Of course!" He answered immediately, regretting how loud his voice sounded. "Sorry, I mean, yes… Yes I am." He cleared his throat to seem nonchalant. "Just give me a call when you need me." He said walking to the streets into the market. "See you soon. Byeeeee" He waved as he disappeared into the crowded marketplace.

Willow smiled as she walked into her shop, closing the door behind her. She reached into her pocket and took out the card he gave her. Her smile disappeared as her jaw dropped in shock as she recognized the name on the card.

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Started: “I can say anti-Semitic s—- and Adidas cannot drop me,” said Ye (his legal name now) on the Drink Champs podcast earlier this month. Ye had worked with Adidas since 2013 on his Yeezy line of super expensive, super popular sneakers, and thought he was untouchable like most overpaid, over-indulged “artists.”

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Going, as of Tuesday:

“Immediately” in adidas-speak translates to “a couple of weeks of silence after we originally said we’d review our relationship with Kanye because we had a whole lot of money numbers to crunch.” Karma comes in various guises, and she often travels with her equally stealthy pal, schadenfreude. What you put out there WILL come back to you, even if it does take adidas a full nineteen days to make it happen.

It’s been reported that adidas got an estimated 4% to 8% of its sales from Yeezy products, according to investment bank Cowen. For Ye, it was an even bigger deal, accounting for $1.5 billion of his net worth. But I mean, what’s a Jewish life worth to a sneaker company founded by anti-Semites?

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We’d been seeing accountability for Kanye’s hate speech from plenty of others before adidas finally made its announcement Tuesday morning. Gap, Balenciaga, and Vogue Magazine all announced they were cutting ties with Ye. And now Forbes joins them by dropping him from their Billionaires’ List.

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Hopefully, more artists and sportsball people will end their own relationships with adidas. They only did right by themselves, and the last time I checked, there are other companies that make sneakers and track pants. BYE, YE!

Tara Dublin is a woefully underappreciated and unrepresented writer currently shopping a super cool novel that has nothing to do with politics while also fighting fascism on the daily.

Follow her on Twitter @taradublinrocks.

Editor’s note: This is an opinion column that solely reflects the opinions of the author.

TARA DUBLIN

TARA DUBLIN IS A WOEFULLY UNREPRESENTED WRITER WHO THINKS MORE PEOPLE WOULD READ HER COOL ROCK & ROLL LOVE STORY INSPIRED BY DAVE GROHL THAN ANY GHOSTWRITTEN GOP CRAPBOOK, AGENTS & PUBLISHERS. FOLLOW TARA ON TWITTER @TARADUBLINROCKS

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TRUMP HOPELESS: House Select Committee interviews Hope Hicks

TARA DUBLINOCTOBER 25, 2022

Former Ralph Lauren model Hope Hicks, who served as Donald Trump’s communications director, was meeting with the January 6th House Select Committee, CNN reported Tuesday morning. NBC also confirmed the meeting, although the panel hasn’t yet released a statement regarding her cooperation.

Hicks, who was one of Trump’s closest confidantes in his White House, previously refused to answer questions about working for Trump when she testified before lawmakers behind closed doors in 2019.

New: Hope Hicks, a former top Trump White House aide, is scheduled to sit for a transcribed interview with the House Jan. 6 committee today, per person familiar — Luke Broadwater☀️ (@lukebroadwater) October 25, 2022

Hicks, a personal favorite of Trump’s, served in multiple senior roles in Trump’s White House for most of his lone term but left the White House six days after the January 6th insurrection. She had previously served as White House communications director as well as director of strategic communications. Prior to her roles at the White House, Hicks worked for Trump’s presidential campaign, the Trump Organization, and Ivanka Trump’s fashion brand.

Trump blamed the military and law enforcement for giving Hope Hicks covid pic.twitter.com/LxPkRZskQA — MeidasTouch (@MeidasTouch) October 2, 2020

Throughout its investigation, the January 6th Committee conducted interviews with numerous key Trump officials and cronies such as former Attorney General Bill Barr, former Chief of Staff aide Cassidy Hutchinson, and Virginia “Ginni” Thomas, wife of Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas. The Justice Department, which is in the middle of its own January 6th investigation, has also sought the cooperation of Trump aide Kash Patel and Trump’s former “Diet Coke” valet, Walt Nauta.

If you missed it, I wrote a short Thread about Walt Nauta the Diet Coke Man of Trump and Kash Patel. What is this 'news' about them being squeezed? That story is obvious SPIN. Do not fall for spin. We have seen this movie too many times… https://t.co/eRldHaxnTe — Tomi T Ahonen Standing With Ukraine (@tomiahonen) October 25, 2022

Trump and his legal team have yet to announce whether he will cooperate with the January 6th Committee’s subpoena, with the Dhillon Law Group set to mediate his interactions with the committee. Meanwhile, the panel has cited precedents to argue it has the authority to subpoena Trump, and Vice Chair Rep. Liz Cheney (R-WY) has already said the Committee is prepared if Trump refuses to comply.

.@CheriJacobus .@glennkirschner2.@B52Malmet .@JudyPete.@BadBradRSR .@jennycohn1 When asked if she thought Trump would honor the 1/6 Committee subpoena, Nancy Pelosi's response, 'He's not man enough." pic.twitter.com/5FXMY4zn8x — ChattJazz 🇺🇦 ☮️ 🌻 (@ChattJazz) October 24, 2022

Other witnesses such as Steve Bannon and Peter Navarro who have defied committee subpoena demands have faced contempt of Congress charges.

#HopeHicks “shaking hands” with Chester the Molester. #TawdryTraitorspic.twitter.com/CfPVO7RbOR — Dave • 🇺🇸🇺🇦🇵🇱🇩🇪🇬🇧Veterans for Joe (@dave911rsr) October 25, 2022

[This is a developing story, please check back for updates on Hope Hicks and her testimony in the days ahead]

Follow Tara Dublin on Twitter @taradublinrocks.

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[trickiis]

september 10th, 2023.

hello.

everything has changed since we have last spoken.

dad died.

october 27th 2022 dad died in his sleep. alone at the house in new hampshire. i was in arizona with mom and had been since august 2022. he was planning a trip to come out for my 21st birthday in november 2022.

it's been impossible the handle. i cant lie and say i've been good. i'm literally on autopilot. it's like that was the final straw. i had already been bone tired, but the chaotic grief that was august2022-march2023 sent me into a spiral. i had countless breakdowns and the months were categorized by the notable (by others, multiple times) presence of a depressive episode. i was down to 112lbs again, not on purpose this time.

it broke at the end of may 2023 when mom's friend sandy took us to her timeshare in aruba. we stayed on eagle beach and i swam in the caribbean ocean every single day for two weeks. i felt like i shed my fucking skin and left it there. i was literally ecstatic when i came home & working felt great.

i've gained back a lot of weight and i haven't felt bad about it once. i actually have a completely different physique than i ever did before cuz i've worked 5 days a week since feeling better (feeling better=gaining weight). i've gotten strong. like really strong, and my muscle definition is pretty impressive. [impressive enough for others to comment on it, not my own words]

also, the Covid-19 pandemic is officially over. well, right now there's a little spike happening (seasonally expected - like the flu), but i think it was in may 2023 they announced it was no longer a pandemic. it was apparently not an epidemic either, so literally all of the precautions were dropped. and also, i had covid, again. for the third time. i had covid on my 21st birthday. which was insane because a couple weeks before my birthday i vividly remember say out loud to mom "the only thing that would make my birthday worse would be if i had covid,".

and then i had covid.

all i can do is laugh because i literally speak prophetic truth but it can only be right if the event is a fucking bad one. whatever.

21, so adult, right? yeaaahhh... cuz i bought a fucking house too.

like, actually. well, i guess not actually. mom bought the house for me. with money from the sale of the jericho house. my childhood home, sold!! fine by me. which is true, and not something i am compelled to lie about, yet still raises a red flag to half mast in the back of my head - i really don't care much that the house is gone. everyone made it sound like i should've been sad about so i'm kinda just hoping it hits in a little while. i haven't even accidentally tried to drive there instead of going to the new house though...not even once.

i love the new place. we just moved in on august 28th. it's in a trailer park, and i really hope i'll be able to make friends with the people in the houses around. i have no direct neighbors though, cuz the houses are being replaced. it's sooooo quiet.

anyway, just wanted to tell you all that.

oh, and i can't believe how much of this journal is about him. it's weird to read that much about someone you barely think about nowadays. but i guess it makes sense, as to why he's been so hard to undo. i guess i never realized how bad it was while it was happening. sad to think about. there's been more incidents with him since we last spoke as well, but i won't waste energy discussing them. he doesn't deserve it.

thanks for listening!! bye!

-TM

[raincoveredeyes]

it's august...

it's already august. it's the start of a new month. i'm already dreading how this month is going to be. i'm worried about being able to pay my bills, my therapy sessions, my work, my mental health and the goals i have set out for myself. i really want to do well and not think about it too much but it's going to be very hard for me. i started the month with going to my therapist for the first meeting with her. on the way there, i felt really sick. just the idea of going there and talking to this person about my issues and then have to work through them so that i can get better was terrifying. like i do want to feel better and get help but also the idea of having to relive everything that my brain is avoiding sounds really scary to me. i just hope i can get through this so i can get better. my therapist gave me homework to do. i have to write a list about things that i do to much of and then another list of things i don't do enough of. for example i worry too much and it affects how i live my life daily. i am really bad at taking care of my hygiene right now. i could really care less for hygiene and just go over a week not showering or brushing my teeth.

on the way home, i was planing on getting a boba but then i remembered i only have 200kr right now. i really don't have the means to buy anything as i'm not going to get paid this month. i still have to ask the people who owe me money to pay me so i will have a bit of money but it's still not enough to support me for this month. it's been a while since i lived with no money to pay my bills with. and i can't ask anyone to lend me money as i feel really embarrassed to ask and i don't want to be a burden to them. let's see how it's going to be this month.

either way, on a more happier note, i finally got to see the kittens. i'm so in love with them. i wish i could adopt one. but since i can't even pay for this month's bills, how am i going to be able to support myself and my cat. also i already know myself, and i would never be able to leave the house if i have a cat. i would feel really bad if i left it alone while i were to be gone for work or to hang out with my friends. also i would not have a social life at all. they were so cute though. apparently three of them are already bought but the fourth one is still up for sale and it makes me sad. makes me wonder why people don't want to buy him. is it because he's a black cat and people still have their dumb superstitions of black cats? or is it because he is "not as cute as his siblings"? if that the case, i would be so upset.

i'm not really looking forward to next week. i start work again and i'm really nervous about that. not just that, i think starting next week, we would officially start the new therapy treatment. i just hope that everything ends up going well. that reminds me, i need to search up if there are any florist courses. as more time goes by, the more i'm really considering working as a florist. i feel like that would be a nice job to have. always being surrounded by flowers and other plants. making bouquets to make people happy. for the most part at least. i do really enjoy the job i have now but i feel like it just gives me so much anxiety that i just keep getting sick because of it.

bye

*ೃ༄ blue ˚◞♡ ⃗

[june-of-earth]

08May(23)

Hey You,

Its been some time since I last spoke to you, or gave some sense of an update of what’s going on in my life. I’m finally in a safe space to do so.

-While listening to Fred Again & Brian Eno’s Album : Secret Life-

9 or so months ago I was in a weird situation. Months prior I got into a bad wreck (No physical damage) that left me financially stuck. Paying bills that would just roll over into the next bill. While at the same time trying to keeping my composure the only way I know how, by just drinking and just being out. Eventually I got let go from my job that I hadn’t put in a full year in. To only lucky to find work shortly after dong something less than what I would normally do.

Time passed the new job seemed to have its potential. I packed everything up and ventured out into asking a coworker for help. Little did I know I would be couch surfing for the next couple of months instead of securing a place to call my home. The place I stayed at was a run down house turned into units. I didn't have a way to get in sometimes so their were moments I had to break in just to get to the unit I was staying in. Most of the people stayed there were either on one or something more stronger than the common recreational drug. (No judgements). All the while my drinking habits continued to dwindle in the loops they always were. Eventually my coworker/roommate got let go, and my living situation was up in the air. My moral at work was slowly diminishing after I was told I wont advance up, and should just try working at another bar if I wanted to do I what I’m passionate about. By the end of November I was taken off the schedule (Silently let go). After my buddy got let go he stopped paying rent and eventually got an eviction notice. He went to court. Lost the case, and had to be out within a month. All the while its Dec-Jan and I’m looking for work.

I hit up a old colleague to catch up on life, & my situation. He got into solar sales, and was slowly working his way on making a living with it. Told him my situation and he offered to help me out. By this time it’s Jan and we are now staying pass the eviction date. Leaving the place felt like walking on eggs shells on getting caught/told to get out. My buddy got a job and was putting his eggs on a new venture. All the while we’re siphoning power from the apartment main grid.

I finally got prospected for work and said, “enough was enough”. I hit up my friend Thomas and he got me out of there. I didn’t tell Adam bye, and I didn’t have to. We all have our own journey and things to tackle. Mine was getting my life back together and him the same. I got hired at this nice theater in town and got prospected for a bartendering job at a Hotel I had my eyes on for work. I did the interview and got hired on the spot. Full-Time w/benefits.

Started in February and have been working there since. The money turned out to be more than I’ve gotten in a long time. I hadn't felt so comfortable nor financially secured/solid in a long time. Surely but Surely the time staying with my buddy Thomas was coming to an end. By the middle of April I pulled the trigger and said (”Its time to get the fuck out of here and do my own thing now!”) So I found a place about 6 mins of a drive commute to work in a nice part of town near my job which is in the heart of downtown SA. 30mins of a walk commute if I don't wanna Uber home.

As of May 5th I can finally saying I passed the bridge of getting my life together. and since the 30th of April I’ve been sober. My next bridge to cross is keeping sobriety part of my life. May sound simple but in my industry it’s income. So finding new habits, discipline and being productive in new ventures I feel will keep me on the right track. Though this is a new beginning and its can shift one way or another. Call it Destiny, Fate, Luck or Just coincidence everything aligning the way that it did only makes my drive to become more stronger, more sharper, and more better than ever before!

I hope everything is going okay or better for you. Feel free to drop a message anytime.

Your Truly,

Rico a.k.a June-of-Earth

p.s.

So... One night being out a few months after I left that trap house and was settled in at the new job (I wanna say March/April). I went out to the bar that I worked at (free man that I am) to have some late night food and drinks. I ran into the tenant next next door to the unit I was staying in (who also worked at my previous job) who told me that the place burned down. To my surprise I asked “When?” When she told me the date is was two days after I packed up and left. So I asked her, “what caused the fire?” Well it turns out it was an electrical fire, and that the other tenants living there (not only my ex-roommate) were siphoning electricity which lead to the place burning down. (Crazy.)

[thegeminisage]

HELLO I AM BACK i bought Skyrim and it has once more consumed me 🥲 but i can see my wife again (Lydia 🥰🥰🥰)

NICE I hope you enjoy Control whenever you get to it. i literally got skyrim bc it was $10 so i get wanting to snag a game on sale.

i can't offer any assistance with geforce bc not only do I not understand what it is besides possibly remote gaming(???), technology may as well be magic to me. my sister was asking about what kind of pc i have and all i could tell her was "it's a computer" so i wish you luck on that. case in point: i need to add another harddrive to my pc. i got one. i have no idea how to install it. g**gle is unhelpful. i may resort to calling one of my uncles for help.

i don't have a lot to say, I've been consumed by my old Skyrim hyperfixation and haven't even touched Dishonored 😔

side note: if/whenever you get skyrim (bc i saw it on the wishlist screenshot), there's a mod called The Staff of Shalidor that is a little player house inside a staff. its very nicely designed and its portable so you can dump shit in there when you're carrying too much. many many containers. i love it. ALSO there's one called Chateau du Fromage and it has CHEESE SNOWMEN. LIKE. SNOWMEN BUT MADE OF CHEESE WHEELS. THEY HAVE LITTLE CHEESE TITS. it's great and I've been calling it the Cheese Tit House. but i had the Staff mod ages ago when i had a... different copy of the pc game and i was very excited to see it was still uploaded.

OKAY now I'm done bye bye, have a good day!

HI BESTIE literally me too re technology dw. i dont really understand how my computer works and i have to ask my brother for help a lot and i think he gets annoyed with me :( maybe ill start outsourcing my problems to tumblr...the boulder im pushing up the hill rn involves trying to get a god damn CAPTURE CARD and i would love help picking one out because i DONT. know what im doing but he does not want to help me :(

I WOULD LOVE TO PLAY SKYRIM WITH CHEESE SNOWMEN AND CHEESE TITS. i played the unmodded version on xbox 60000 years ago when it came out (only after my brother told me you could be gay in it) and it's one of the first games where i learned to get comfortable with first-person controls. so ive always wanted to dive back in on pc where i could use all the insane things nexusmods could throw at me. modding stardew valley was the first experience i had with modding pc games (outside of a few cosmetic adjustments on ffxi back in the day) and it made a WORLD of difference in how i was able to enjoy the game. so im really excited about that!!! man congrats on skyrim that is just one hit of dopamine after another huh