#planning a coo de ta

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daddy day care | PG10

PAIRING: dad!pierre gasly x mom!reader

REQUESTED: [X] yes [] no

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

SYNOPSIS: you and charlotte leave your children home with their fathers to go and enjoy a day out. what could possibly go wrong?

WARNINGS: fluff!!!, dad!piarles (need i say more?), piarles banter, kids being kids, french + translations

as always, don't be a ghost reader!

“are you sure?” you couldn’t hide the worry seeping out of your words, “i can cancel if you want, we could just spend a night in with the leclercs.”

pierre’s hands rubbed up and down your arm in an attempt to soothe you, “mon coeur, we will be fine. you and charlotte have been planning this day out for weeks, you deserve to go out.”

to ease your apprehension, he couldn’t help but crack a joke, “i feel like i should be insulted you think i can’t handle being at home with anthoine.” 

you let him pull you close, resting your forehead just under his collarbone. you couldn’t help but feel guilty, “it’s not like that, i promise. i’ve just never been away from him for this long.”

pierre squeezed you into a soft hug, “i know, ange. we’ll be fine, though. really.”

you felt small hands wrap around your leg, and a small voice called out from beneath you two, “maman! tenez-moi!” hold me!

you opened your eyes to see your mini blue-eyed devil staring up at you, hands tugging on your pants. you felt all your worries melt away, a smile replacing your earlier frown as you pulled away from pierre to pick him up.

“you’re getting to be quite the big boy, twannie, i don’t know if i can hold you anymore.” you teased the four year old in your arms. the younger boy looked rather confused, looking over at his father for some help.

“ta maman se fait vieille,” pierre couldn’t help but laugh when not one, but two hands swatted his chest, one significantly smaller than the other. your mommy is getting old.

anthoine wrapped his arms around your neck, a pout on his lips, “maman est petite! vous êtes vieux!” mommy is small! you are old!

you giggled at his words, and the shocked look on pierre’s face, planting a kiss on your son’s head, “merci, mon grand. et c'est jeune, pas petit.” thank you, big man. and it’s young, not small.

the boy in your arms basked in your affection, “maman est jeune!” mommy is young!

pierre tsked, hands reaching out to take his son out of your arms, “look at what you’ve done, y/n.”

“tu as passé trop de temps avec maman,” he frowned at anthoine, who giggled and tried to unfurrow his father’s eyebrows. you've been spending too much time with mommy. 

“papa n'est pas vieux,” daddy is not old, pierre turned to you with a pout, “what are you telling him? i’m only a few months older than you!”

anthoine grabbed his father’s cheeks, turning pierre towards him, “papa! je ne comprends pas.” i don’t understand.

before anthoine was born, pierre and yourself had decided that you would raise him up to be fluent in french, before integrating english into his day-to-day life when he began school. pierre had been the one to bring up the idea, and after four years of pierre blurting out the most inappropriate sentences in front of your unassuming son, you could easily tell why.

you smirked, “papa dit qu'il est beaucoup plus âgé que maman.” daddy said he's much older than mommy.

pierre rolled his eyes and grumbled, “i’ve had it with you. you need to leave so i can unbrainwash our child.”

anthoine’s pout intensified and you cooed. he was so much like pierre it was entirely unfair. 

“twannie, papa est jaloux que tu sois le petit garçon de maman.” daddy is jealous that you're mommy's little boy.

anthoine gasped, turning around to wrap his arms around pierre’s neck, “c'est bon, papa! je t'aime aussi. je peux être le petit garçon de maman et de papa!” it’s okay, daddy! i love you, too. i can be both mommy and daddy's little boy!”

pierre’s expression was utterly soft, his eyes filled with adoration for the little boy in his arms, “te t'aime plus que tu ne le penses, mon petit coeur.” i love you more than you know, my little heart.

the beautiful moment was interrupted by the doorbell chiming.

anthoine gasped, kicking his legs as a sign to be let down, “juliette est là, papa!” juliette is here, daddy!

you followed the speedy four-year-old to the door, moving him aside to open the door. on your porch stood a pierre’s best friend, his wife, and a little girl. juliette leclerc.

said girl exclaimed loudly when she saw your son, “tony!”

“jules!” 

the two met in the middle, arms wrapped around each other as greeting. your son pulled back first, intertwining his hand with juliette’s before tugging her further into the house.

“mon dieu, they’re like two peas in a pod,” charles shook his head at the two kids before giving you a smile and a hug, “nice to see you again, y/n.”

“likewise,” you returned the hug, “and don’t act like you and pierre aren’t the same.”

charlotte stepped inside the house, giving you a quick hug and greeting, “yeah, you two are just as bad, if not worse.”

“yeah, yeah. if it weren’t for us, you two wouldn’t be the best of friends either.” pierre came around, giving the couple a nice welcome, “come on in, guys.”

in the living room, the two four year olds had already pulled out all of anthoine’s blocks, building a large building.

“papa, look!” juliette had all but shrieked when she saw charles walk through the corridor, “regardez ici, c'est un podium!” look here, it’s a podium!

unlike pierre and yourself, the leclercs had decided to integrate some english into little juliette’s vocabulary, but with the amount of french-speakers in her life, she tended to only speak in french.

“wow, ça a l'air tellement vrai! est-ce que ma voiture va être sur le toit?" charles gasped to entertain both kids. wow, that looks so real! is my car going to be on the top?

anthoine shook his head, pointing at the alpha tauri car held in juliette’s hand, “non, tonton ferrari! c'est papa! il est le plus rapide de tous!” no, uncle ferrari! it’s daddy! he’s the fastest of them all!

initially, charles had been dubbed “tonton char”, until anthoine found out that his aunt was “tatie char” and felt that they both deserved to not have to share the same name. since then, charles became “tonton ferrari” and honestly, the monégasque couldn’t have been happier to be called as such.

“papa?” charles was flabbergasted, “mais, anthoine, tonton ferrari est tellement plus rapide! il conduit une ferrari!” but, anthoine, uncle ferrari is so much faster! he drives a ferrari!

“papa, tonton pierre is super fast! très rapide!” juliette took the car in her hands and pretended to drive it in the air, ultimately stopping at the top step of the podium.

charles gave pierre a dirty look, the frenchman smiling smugly, “you’ve brainwashed my daughter.”

“she’s just got good taste, charles.”

before the two adult children could start arguing, charlotte clapped her hands, “alright. so, y/n are you ready to go?”

you couldn’t stop your eyes from trailing to pierre, who nodded his head and threw a thumbs up. you took a deep breath before turning back to charlotte and gave her a curt nod, “yeah, i just need to go grab my bag and jacket from my room,” you smoothed out your outfit, “this is fine, right?”

“more than perfect. you’re the hottest mama!” she threw you a wink and you laughed when you heard pierre pipe up with a damn right, she is! 

with your jacket on and bag over your shoulder, you kneeled down next to the two kids playing, calling anthoine over. on the other side, charlotte did the same with juliette.

you fixed anthoine’s shirt and hair, “maman s'en va, d’accord? je vais passer un peu de temps avec ta tatie char,” you gave him a soft smile. mommy is heading out, okay? i'm gonna go spend some time with your auntie char. 

“vous partez?” his lips slipped into a pout, hands reaching out to play with the button of your jacket. you’re leaving?

“oui, mais tu seras ici avec papa, tonton ferrari et jules,” you lightly pulled his hands away and gave them a squeeze, “tu vas t'amuser comme un fou!” yes, but you will be here with daddy, uncle ferrari and jules…you will have so much fun!

“je peux vous appeler si vous me manquez?” can i call you if i miss you?

you couldn’t help the soft coo that escaped your lips, “bien sûr, tu peux m'appeler quand tu veux.” of course, you can call me whenever you want.

anthoine had always been rather attached to you, seeing as you two would spend a lot of time at home together while pierre would be out for his work. you and pierre had been working on his separation anxiety little by little, and he had gotten a lot better, but as pierre would softly smile and say, “anthoine loves his maman a lot, he wants to be with her all the time. just like papa.”

and so, with a kiss on the cheek from anthoine, and one on the lips from pierre, you were off, getting into the car with charlotte to enjoy a day out.

at home, pierre and charles gave each other a look.

“well, let’s hope this is easy.” charles sighed, heading straight to the gaslys kitchen, “did you by any chance stock up on those pudding cups that anthoine eats? they’re really good.”

“that anthoine eats?” pierre scoffed, following charles into the kitchen, “you singlehandedly finish every pack we buy. tony eats only like, one a week.”

charles stared at him expectantly and pierre sighed, “top left cupboard, next to the pantry.”

“you’re saying that this delicious, processed cup of sugar,” charles took a big bite of the pudding, “tony only eats once a week?”

pierre nodded, “sometimes, not even.”

charles gaped, and pierre groaned, “close your mouth, c'est nauséabond.” that’s nauseating.

“i’m sorry, how does anthoine exist without this?”

 “same way juliette does,” pierre sat down next to charles.

“but that’s only because charlotte doesn’t let me buy anything for jules,” charles waved his empty spoon in the air, “something about organic and healthy food; no processed sugars, that sort of stuff.”

“who do you think told y/n about that stuff?” pierre smirked, “but y/n is less hard on the healthy eating than charlotte is. she says that we weren’t held on that strict of diets and we turned out fine.”

charles laughed, “her? sure. but you? you are anything but fine.”

pierre smacked charles’ head, “don’t forget that both jules and tony think i’m faster than you. i wonder why?”

charles’ face instantly dropped, “it’s all because of that day we left her over at yours. i can’t believe you would teach a kid lies like that.”

“oh, shut up,” pierre rolled his eyes, “it’s not a lie, i am better than you. who started in f1 first?”

it was charles’ turn to roll his eyes, “that’s because you’re old.”

“papa! maman says it’s not nice to talk about ages!” juliette walked into the kitchen with anthoine trailing behind her, tugging on her dress as if asking her to translate. she turned towards him, “mon papa a appelé ton papa vieux!” my daddy called your daddy old!

it was as if a lightbulb went on his head, “papa est vieux!” anthoine continued, “même maman le dit.” daddy is old!...even mommy said so.

charles laughed loudy, and the younger leclerc looking visibly confused. her mother had never prepared her for such a situation. next to the older leclerc, pierre visibly slumped, head coming down to rest against the cool counter.

“ta maman est très intelligente,” charles leaned over to ruffle the young gasly’s hair. your mommy is very smart.

anthoine smiled widely before turning to his dad, “papa, jules et moi avons faim.” jules and i are hungry.

juliette nodded hurriedly, “si affamés que nous pourrions mourir!” so hungry we could die!

charles pulled juliette up into his lap while pierre got out of his seat and placed anthoine on it instead, “nous ne voudrions pas ça maintenant, n'est-ce pas?” we wouldn't want that now, would we?

both kids shook their heads, giggling behind their tiny hands. 

pierre searched through the kitchen, unsure what to feed the kids, “qu'est-ce que vous voulez manger?” what would you guys like to eat?

anthoine bounced in his seat, “spaghetti!”

“yeah! yummy spaghetti,” she turned to her father, “on peut avoir celui que tatie y/n a fait?” can we have the one auntie y/n made?

charles looked at pierre who pulled his phone out, “well, can we?”

pierre held up a finger, holding his phone up to his ear, “hey! hi, amour…no, no! everything is fine…well, you see the kids are hungry an-...no, i didn’t…but jules said she wants the spaghetti you make…then what do i do now?”

charles watched pierre in amusement, his everchanging facial expressions making him chuckle lightly.

“alright,” pierre put his phone back into his pocket, “je viens de parler à la maman de tony et elle a dit spaghetti pour le dîner, pas pour le déjeuner.” i just talked to tony's mama and she said spaghetti for dinner, not for lunch.

both kids slumped down in their seats and pierre opened the fridge, “alors, à la place, pourquoi pas des sandwiches?” so, instead, how about we have sandwiches?

“okay, can we play until you are done making the sandwiches?” jules asked, already moving to get off her father’s lap.

charles laughed, “okay, but come when we call you okay?”

anthoine copied his friend’s movements, nodding–though he didn’t understand a thing–before running off with the leclerc girl.

“he did not have a single clue what i just said,” charles threw away his pudding cup.

pierre nodded, “nope, but jules will probably explain it to him.”

“do you not forget that he can’t speak english sometimes?” charles grabbed two pieces of bread to make juliette’s sandwich.

“mm, occasionally,” pierre smiled, “but tony always has the cutest face and then goes ‘papa, je ne peux pas vous comprendre!’ and it’s the cutest thing ever. i hate to say it, but sometimes we do it on purpose because his pout is just so adorable.”

charles hummed, “anthoine’s gonna be the biggest heartthrob when he grows up.”

“i mean, he’s already got jules wrapped around his finger,” pierre elbowed charles.

“absolutely not.” charles stopped assembling the sandwich, “if anything, jules has him wrapped around her finger.”

“as if!”

the argument continued on for the rest of the sandwich making process…and the clean up process. by the time the ingredients had been put back, charles and pierre had just barely ceased their banter.

“anthoine! juliette! les sandwichs sont prêts!” the sandwiches are ready!

charles’ helped both kids with washing their hands. while pierre helped them get seated and put their sandwiches in front of them.

the two fathers sat down across from their kids, snacking on their own sandwiches while participating in the discourse between their children.

not long after, the kids had migrated to playing outside in the backyard. their plates had long since been abandoned, bread crusts and crumbs littering the colourful plastic. pierre had tried so hard to convince the two to eat the crusts but lost the battle.

the frenchman, alongside the monégasque, moved to the outside as well, monitoring their children as they went up and down the slide, and played with their cars. conversation flowed smoothly between the two, bouncing from one topic to the next.

after a few bathroom breaks and trips to the kitchen for some water, the youngest pair of best friends retired to anthoine’s room, bored of the sun and playground outside. 

“they’re so energetic when they’re together.” pierre groaned, head tossed back in exhaustion.

“they’re four,” charles retorted, nearly in the same position as the frenchman, “i can’t help but feel bad for our mums. we were probably just as bad.”

“yeah, but we weren’t four. we were at least seven and higher,” pierre yawned.

“you were seven. i was six. you’re old,” charles laughed when pierre’s hand blindly tried to hit his arm.

“i’m sick of you and y/n calling me old. you’ve got my son doing it, too. what has the world come to?” 

charles’ laughs grew louder as pierre complained, never not basking in his friend’s misery, “you’ll live…”

“oh, for fuck’s sake,” pierre huffed, “do not make another old joke. i will literally kick you out.”

before charles could get a word out, juliette came running back out, anthoine hot on her tail.

“papa! papa!” she grabbed her father’s arm and shook it hard.

charles winced, pulling his arm away from her hands and instead grasping her hands in his, “on ne secoue pas les gens comme ça, juli.” you don't shake people like that, juli.

she stopped, a pout on her face, “okay, but papa, guess what! devinez quoi!”

charles hummed, “je ne sais pas. pourquoi tu ne me le dis pas?” i don’t know. why don’t you tell me?

the girl shook her head, “no, vous devez deviner,” she turned to pierre, “tonton pierre! vouz devinez!” you have to guess…uncle pierre! you guess!

the frenchman made a show of thinking by rubbing his chin, “hmm, tu as mangé tout ton pain?” you ate all your bread?

anthoine giggled, “non! papa, c'était si mal!” that was so wrong!

pierre abruptly rose, grabbing anthoine and hoisting him into the air, shrieks of laughter erupting from him, “une mauvaise estimation? comment osez-vous!” a bad guess? how dare you!

juliette looked at charles expectantly. charles scratched his chin, stumped, “vous avez cassé quelque chose?” did you guys break something?

juliette stomped her small foot, “no! you guys are so bad at guessing.”

she moved towards anthoine, who had just been placed back on the ground, and pulled him in front of her dad, “anthoine a dit que nous aurons un mariage!” anthoine said we will have a wedding!

charles choked on his spit, and pierre’s eyebrows raised at his son. 

anthoine nodded, bouncing on the balls of his feet, “je vais épouser jules! tout comme toi et maman, et tonton et tatie!” i’m going to marry jules! just like you and mommy, and uncle and auntie.

“absolutely not,” charles reached over and pushed pierre’s shoulder, “pierre, get your heartbreaker of a son away from my daughter.”

“but papa!” jules frowned, having heard the refusal, “je l'aime et nous allons avoir beaucoup de bébés!” i love him and we’re going to have a lot of babies!

“merde,” charles felt like his heart was going to explode. 

on his left, pierre’s face was turning red from how hard he was holding back laughter. he did not want either kid to think he was laughing at them.

charles chuckled awkwardly, “vous n'êtes pas un peu trop jeunes pour discuter de ça?” aren't you two a bit too young to be discussing this?

“l'amour, c'est l'amour!” anthoine pumped a fist up in the air, “c'est ce que dit maman.” love is love!...that’s what mommy says.

pierre couldn’t help it, the laughter bubbled out of his chest. charles sat next to him, slack-jawed, unable to believe that the gasly boy had proposed to his daughter so soon. he hadn’t even had the chance to tell her no dating until she was thirty.

with the way charles sat there unmoving, pierre decided to do some damage control, chuckles still escaping his lips, “et si on attendait que vos mamans soient rentrées et qu'on puisse en parler?” how about we wait until your moms are home and we can talk about this then?

both children nodded, running back into the house hand-in-hand.

charles placed his head in his hands, and pierre slapped his back, “mon ami, i think we’re going to share the same grandchildren in the future.”

“pierre, je vais devoir vous demander d'arrêter de parler.” i'm going to need you to stop speaking.

#pierre gasly x reader #f1 driver x reader #f1 imagine #pierre gasly #pierre gasly 10 #pierre gasly x you #pg10 #pierre gasly fluff #charles leclerc #alpha tauri #fluff #ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ writes #f1 imagines #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula one #dad!charles leclerc #dad!pierre gasly #cl16 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #1k #2k

[mothfables]

“Grampa says I’m des-desen- from Royal Knights. The only knight I like is Sir Raven, though.”

Putting that aside to deal with later, Warriors asks, “Who’s Sir Raven?”

Legend grins, the expression bright. “He’s m’ am-ancestor! I met ‘im on my second, um, third ‘venture.” He proudly holds up two, then after a moment, three tiny fingers. “It was when I went to Labrynna an’ saved Nayru! She’s th’ Oracle o’ Ages! Her dress was really pretty.” His cheeks flush and he ducks his head to hide behind his hair at the admission.

Someone coos.

“How’d you meet him then? If he’s your ancestor?”

“Oh! I went back in time an’ helped him free th’ country from a witch who took over Nayru an’ then th’ queen an’ made ev’rybody build a big tower- it was th’ queen’s plan or-ori-gi-nally,” he sounds out, “cause the guy she liked disappeared an’ she wanted him t’be able ta see it from wherever he was bu’ then th’ witch lady took over an’ made it ta power Ganon or somethin’- I dun ‘member- so we had ta fight her but we couldn’t cause she was still controllin’ the queen but then she wasn’t and she turned inta a huge spider an’-” He stops to take a deep breath.

“An’ there was webs ev’rywhere an’ it was really really gross an’ scary but Raven helped me! She grabbed me an’ it hurt real- a lot but Raven an’ Ralph helped an’ then we cut her up an’ then she blew up! An’ ev’ryone was okay an’ happy again an’ Raven said he knew I was his descend-ant even though I tried real hard ta keep it a secret but he said he was proud o’ me an’ then Nayru sent us all home t’the future an’ the portrait in my gramma an’ grampa’s house changed.”

He blinks up at them with eyes sparkling amethyst. “Grampa didn’t try ta make me be a knight ‘gain after that, which is good, cause I told ‘i’m I didn’t wanna be a knight anyways.”

#snail #snippets and bits #lu legend #featuring the talent of small children to ramble on and on without stopping #this was written similarly haha #not pictured: everyone trying to take in the massive lore dump that legend dropped on them for like five minutes #wars is a little in shock. time too actually

[solarishashernoseinabook]

For the Trick or Treat fest, I'd like a treat with Halt and Pauline preparing for Hallowe'en if that's possible.

Thank you for hosting it again <3

I sliiiiightly stretched the definition of "preparing for Hallowe'en" here methinks, but i hope you like it anyway :D

~

Halt had been Redmont’s Ranger for a little over five years at this point, and for the first time since he took the position, he found himself with nothing to do on Hallowed Eve and with Gilan away visiting his family. It was a strange situation to be in, with everyone around him preparing for the festivities, and him not even sure what to do. He sat on his porch, coffee in hand, watching the fall leaves flutter down.

A plump pigeon landed on the porch railing. It eyed Halt, very pointedly.

Halt raised an eyebrow at it. ‘Unless you’ve come to suggest what I do for dinner tonight, you can go.’

The pigeon cooed and ruffled its feathers. That was when Halt noticed the message canister tied to its leg, and he scooped the bird up and drew it close. The canister turned out to contain a thin scroll of parchment, bearing a brief message:

Halt – I notice you’re alone tonight as well. Would you like to join me for dinner? – Pauline

For a moment, Halt found himself paralysed by indecision. He couldn’t deny that he had been quite attracted to Pauline when they first met, and that attraction lingered between them still. They had been too busy with their careers for a long time to pursue any kind of relationship, and Halt wasn’t sure if he was prepared to open up to someone yet. Life was…stable right now.

But Pauline wasn’t asking him for much, was she? Just dinner. And he needed to eat anyway.

Halt grabbed some charcoal, scribbled yes on the back of the note, and tied the canister back on the pigeon’s leg. He released it with a gentle toss, then went inside as it flew back to the castle.

If he was going to be having dinner with someone tonight, he would have to trim his beard.

*

Pauline opened the door for him that evening. She was wearing a new dress today, brown trimmed with reds and golds, and she wore her hair in a long braid instead of its customary bun. For a moment, Halt – who hadn’t thought to change out of his work clothes – felt underdressed; then Pauline smiled at him and stepped back to invite him in, and Halt felt all his worries melt away.

‘I’m sorry to invite you on such short notice,’ Pauline said, ‘but I know Gilan’s back with his family at the moment, and I figured you wouldn’t have many other plans. Normally I would be visiting family as well, but…’

She trailed off awkwardly. Halt raised an eyebrow.

‘Well, anyway, come and sit,’ Pauline said, bustling over to her fireplace, where a pot of coffee stayed warm amongst the coals. ‘Dinner should be delivered in about half an hour.’

Halt was sure she had cancelled plans that night in the interest of inviting him to dinner. He thought of saying something, but instead he hung his cloak by the door and took a seat in an armchair. A small jar of candies sat on the table, next to a note, which Halt read.

Ma chère Pauline – en espérant te revoir bientôt. En attendant, prends des bonbons au miel. – Ta mamie

‘Honey sweets from your grandmother?’ Halt said, as Pauline came over with two steaming mugs of coffee.

‘Yes – you speak Gallican?’

Halt shrugged. ‘I’m not terrible at it. Though my old tutor might say otherwise.’

Pauline chuckled. ‘My father is Gallican. Every year Mamie sends something to all of us.’

‘Not all the way from Gallica, surely?’ Halt knew the cost of such an endeavour would be far beyond most people’s means.

Pauline favoured him with another smile. ‘Yes. My uncle is a sailor, so he just brings it along with his personal things. Would you like one?’ She took the lid off the jar and offered it to Halt.

Halt was just taking one when he paused. Someone was whispering outside the door; then came a timid knock. Pauline, looking baffled, called, ‘Who is it?’

More frantic whispers; then—

‘Baron Arnold!’ said what was clearly a child’s voice pretending to be an adult’s. ‘I mean, Baron Arald!’

Halt and Pauline exchanged glances; then Pauline stood and went to the door. Halt, who had been taught by his etiquette tutors that a lady didn’t answer her own door if there was a man present to do it for her, stood as well and followed. Pauline reached the door first and opened it to reveal three kids. Halt recognised one of them instantly, though he hadn’t seen him in five years.

It was Will.

Will’s large brown eyes peered up at him from under a shock of curling brown hair, just like they had when Halt first held him in his arms. He was noticeably shorter than the other two kids with him – Alyss and Horace, Halt remembered after a moment. Horace had only been in the Ward a few months.

‘Um,’ Horace said, suddenly nervous, ‘uh, um…’

‘You said there was a thing we had to say!’ Alyss said, in what she probably thought was a whisper.

‘Um,’ Horace said again. ‘Um, I don’t remember what I have to say, but it’s a rhyme and the second bit is “give us sweets,” so we need some sweets now.’

‘Horace told us about it,’ Will said. ‘It’s something people do on Hallowed Eve.’

Halt glanced out into the hallway. Nobody else was visible, but the children were young enough that they were still supervised when they were out of the Ward. ‘Does anyone know you’re here?’

All three kids exchanged glances. ‘No,’ Will said, before the others could speak up.

Halt was tempted to smile, but maintained his stoic demeanour. He looked to Pauline. ‘Well, Pauline, they’re your sweets – what do you want to do?’

‘Well, they are breaking rules,’ Pauline said, also carefully controlling her expression. ‘Most people would say that sort of thing shouldn’t be rewarded.’

‘Most would, yes,’ Halt said. ‘But Will is showing remarkable honesty. Honesty is something that should be rewarded, wouldn’t you say?’

‘They’re also being rather demanding,’ Pauline said, a light of amusement in her eyes. ‘They haven’t even said please.’

‘Please!’ chorused three small voices.

‘They just did,’ Halt said, inclining his head towards them. ‘Furthermore, they’re taking initiative by identifying what they want and trying to get it. Such independence is certainly commendable, wouldn’t you say?’

Pauline almost smiled at that, and bit her lip to keep it contained at the last moment. ‘They might ruin their dinner if they have too many sweets.’

‘Hmm.’ Halt stroked his beard, then looked at the kids. ‘Have you gotten sweets anywhere else?’

Once again, Will was the one to answer. ‘No. This is the first room we’ve been to.’

‘Then surely it’s our obligation to give them one sweet each,’ Halt said. ‘After all, if we give them something and send them right back to the Ward, their dinner won’t be spoiled. On the other hand, if we say no, they’ll have to ask at other rooms in the castle, and who knows how many sweets they’ll accumulate that way?’

Pauline only just managed to turn her laugh into a discreet cough. ‘Well. Then in the interest of these children’s health, I suppose they should each get one sweet.’

‘And we’ll be watching to make sure you go directly back to the Ward after,’ Halt said, as Pauline retrieved the jar. She put one candy into each child’s hand, then put the lid back firmly and adopted a firm expression. ‘Now all of you run along.’

Emboldened by their success, Will, Alyss, and Horace ran off. The Ward building was visible from Pauline’s window, and momentarily Halt saw them crossing the open lawn and slip in the main door.

Pauline came to stand at his shoulder, no longer bothering to hide her amusement. ‘Well, well, well, Halt, who knew you were so soft-hearted?’

Halt raised an eyebrow. ‘Whoever said it was soft-heartedness? I just wanted to cause trouble for their caretakers.’

Pauline chuckled and rested her hand on his arm. ‘Yes, of course. You Rangers all seem to have a legendary disregard for rules, after all.’

‘A bit of rule-breaking never hurt anyone,’ Halt said, with deliberate gruffness. He took Pauline’s hand gently and turned back to the chairs.

Pauline scooped up the jar of sweets in her free hand as they passed it. ‘Does that extend to having a sweet before dinner?’

Halt pretended to consider for a moment. ‘We’re adults,’ he said. ‘We can probably have two.’

#asks #ra #rangers apprentice #halt o'carrick #pauline dulacy #will treaty #horace altman #alyss mainwaring #trick or treat fic fest 2k23

[evilkakyoin]

these fake ass bitches are conspiricizing

#planning a coo de ta

[chilling-seavey]

AMOUREUX- Daniel doing something which makes Louisa angry (like playing a prank or smth? if that was a thing back then) and Louisa just going OFF AT HIM IN FRENCH and Daniel's absolutely TERRIFIED for his life like "oh no I'm scared, what have I done" and the children find this so amusing like, "this one's on you"

April 26, 1831

Louisa is certainly our bilingual queen (I mean technically a princess but…our queen) and as her six children grew up, they were taught and spoken to both in English and French (they also knew a bit of Latin but that’s irrelevant here). Daniel only knew English as he never paid much attention to Latin in his lessons as a boy and didn’t care for anything else until he met Louisa. Being around her so much, he certainly picked up on a few phrases – especially the few she used often – but it was never enough to where he could hold up much of a conversation yet alone understand her when she spoke quickly.

But we also know Daniel is a troublemaker at heart – a characteristic that is so strong in him that it was passed down to most of his children – and that didn’t really lessen even as he grew up into adulthood. Christian was once Daniel’s target for his pranks but once they moved out, Daniel had no one but Louisa to challenge. Now he couldn’t prank the children because that would just be cruel but they could certainly help him formulate a plan against their mother.

“Mama won’t like this.” would always be Philip’s first warning, watching as his father and his older brother stood across the room and quietly lifted the baby from her crib.

“We’re just going on a walk.” Daniel said, cooing down at the five-month-old in his arms, “Aren’t we, little one?”

“It is just fun.” Henry told his brother as they left the nursery.

The five children followed Daniel along the hallway and down the stairs like ducklings, little feet pattering after him through the palace and out into the gardens. He set baby Victoria among the flowers, shushing her softly as she let out a displeased cry.

“We’re going to play a little joke on Mummy so be a good girl and stay right there.” Daniel whispered. He asked the terribly surprised gardener to keep an eye on the baby as he ushered the rest of the children inside quickly.

He got them settled around the sitting room fireplace to look as casual as they could and he kept his eye on the clock on the wall. Louisa always woke Victoria from her afternoon nap at quarter-after-three. Any second now…

“Daniel!”

The children bit back their giggles as their mother’s heavy footsteps came rushing down the main staircase and echoed through the large hallways as she turned quickly into the sitting room, her dress billowing behind her and an unpleased expression on her face.

“Where is she?”

“Whatever do you mean, darling?” Daniel asked, faking concern like he was an expert at it.

“Bon dieu, Daniel! Our daughter!” (Good God, Daniel)

“Is she not upstairs?” Daniel set the book he was holding onto the mantle and took a step towards her. “She was sleeping there mere moments ago. Right?”

He turned to the other five children who stared at him and then their mother and then just quietly looked back to their books. Their silence was the obvious answer.

“Where is she, Daniel? Je suis serieux.” Louisa demanded. (I am serious.)

Daniel bit back a cheeky smile at his wife’s obvious distress but answered to not have her lose too much of her mind, “She’s with the gardener.”

“Merde!” Louisa huffed and turned quickly out of the room towards the gardens.

Daniel and the children rushed after her and back into the cool spring air. Louisa apologized to the gardener before bending down to gently scoop up the crying baby from the bed of flowers and she turned to Daniel with an angry glare.

“Tu me dégoûtes avec ton cinéma. C'est un bébé, et vous le savez! Elle aurait pu tomber malade ou être enlevée et c’est drôle pour toi? Quand vas-tu te décider à grandir?” (You disgust me with your scenes. She is only a baby and you know that. She could have fallen ill or been taken and that’s funny to you? When are you going to grow the fuck up?)

Louisa’s obvious angry distress had Daniel’s cheeky smile falling into shock in seconds, watching as she shouted at him in rushed French as she cradled her crying baby to her chest. The exhausted frustration in her face was obvious and the fact that he had no clue what she was yelling at him only kept him quiet longer.

“Vu ête un terrible exemple pour vos enfants et j’en ai marre de tes conneries.” (You are a terrible example to your children and I am sick of your shit.) Louisa went to walk past him back into the palace but she turned back to look at him again.

“Tu manges dans ta chambre ce soir. Si tu vas agir comme un enfant, je te traiterai comme un enfant.” (You’re eating in your room tonight. If you’re going to act like a child then I’m going to treat you like one.)

Daniel swallowed thickly, knowing by her tone that she was scolding him but being too frightened to ask for clarification of what she said in a language he could actually understand. He knew ‘you’re eating in your room tonight’ from her scolding’s to their children over the prior few years but the rest was just a jumble of fast talking loud French that made absolutely no sense in his brain.

“Louisa.” Daniel tried, reaching for her.

She stepped back from him, “Ne me touche pas, Daniel James. Fils de pute.” (Do not touch me. Son of a bitch.)

He dropped his hand and pouted like a scolded puppy as he watched her walk briskly back into the palace with their youngest. The rest of the children turned back to their father with mirrored shocked faces, the youngest two of the group cowardly slightly behind Henry’s legs.

“Daddy’s in trouble.” Margret giggled softly.

“You did that to yourself.” Philip mumbled before turning and heading back inside as well.

Daniel sighed.

#hopefully the translations make sense lol #also if you speak french im sorry if google translate made me sound stupid #👑 #daniel seavey #why dont we

[bunny-lou]

Hi Honey 🍯! Can I request a one shot of Harlos with Harry telling Carlos that if he doesn’t does whatever he wants he’ll hurt Jay? (I’m a sucker for dark ships 😂)

Warning: non-consensual everything in this piece, violence, threats, references to abuse and non-consensual (but non-graphic) sex

I’m gonna be sick is the first thing Jay thinks when he wakes up. His head is pounding so bad that it affects even his stomach, twisting and rolling enough to make him gag.

But it’s just the pampered, well-fed Auradon kid that he’s slowly morphing into who’s complaining. At his core, Jay is an Isle kid, clinging to every bit of food that he can and never wasting. He knows better than to puke.

So he just lays and groans instead.

“Wakey, wakey, Jay! Ya don’t want ta miss this!”

“Ugh, Harry,” Jay scowls and finally cracks open his eye. “What did you do?” He tries to sit up, but his head is spinning and his limbs are heavy and, oh, well, he’s tied to a wooden staff, arms behind his back. Jay awkwardly squirms until he’s less slumped over and more properly sitting against the wood.

Harry grins down at him and it’s more horrifying than Jay wants to admit. “Nothin’ too bad,” Harry sings. “Not compared ta what I’ll do later.”

“Where are my friends?”

“Mal’s still tryin’ to get her king back, Evie is lookin’ for Dizzy and,” Harry looks at his wrist, void of any watch, “Runt should be here any minute now, comin’ to save ya.”

“So what’s your genius plan?” Jay drawls. “You know, the less people Mal has on her side, the less likely she is going to be able to get the wand for you guys.”

Harry tsks. “Wand’s not mah priority.”

Jay clenches his fists behind his back and tests the knots. “What is your priority then?”

“Ya really wanna know?” Harry grins and crouches down so the two of them are eye level. He creeps nearer, face just inches from Jay’s. “I think it’s been one of yar priorities too for a while too.”

“Oh, good, you want to break your own nose?” Jay deadpans. “Awesome. Save me the trouble.”

“Real cute, Jay,” Harry coos and reaches out to brush Jay’s hair behind his ear and the gesture is so sickeningly sweet that Jay thinks again that he might be sick. “But no. See, when Runt finally comes to save ya, because we both know he’ll at least try,” Harry laughs at the idea and Jay bristles.

Maybe Carlos isn’t the ideal picture of rescuer, short and thin and still jumping at his own shadow, but he’s smarter than anyone on the Isle. Jay knows Carlos will figure out a plan and outsmart the pirates because, well, outsmarting people is just what Carlos does.

Harry snaps his fingers in front of Jay’s face. “As I was sayin’,” he sneers, lips curling into something hideous, “once Runt is here,” Harry grabs Jay’s chin, forces Jay to look him in the eyes, “I’m gonna fuck him on his hands and knees like the dog he is.”

“Fucker!” Jay rips his head away and kicks out at Harry, though his feet are tied together. He lands a good kick to Harry’s stomach and sends him reeling. “You’re fucking sick, Hook!”

“I’m fuckin’ De Vil, actually.” Harry coughs, clutching his stomach. “Or, I was. Before the brat ran to Auradon.”

“No you weren’t.” Jay spits hotly. “Carlos never dated anyone.”

“It wasn’t dating.” Harry grins, standing again. “Just hard core fucking.”

Jay swallows. He wishes he could get his feet under him to stand, he’s feeling so small and helpless right now. “You’re lying. Carlos has never…” Jay swallows, “he wouldn’t. Not with you.”

“if not with me, then who? You?” Harry scoffs in disgust and Jay’s face burns. “The lad’s a little savior,” Harry says sweetly. “I make one little threat against the princess and he was so quick,” he snaps his fingers, “to drop to his knees for me.” Harry paces around the room, too confident for Jay’s liking. “Does he tell ya that he’s a wee virgin?” Harry turns to Jay. “Does he say he’s never taken cock before?”

“We…we don’t talk about that.” Jay struggles to talk. Everything feels numb, he can’t hear the words between them because his ears are ringing.

“But ya want to,” Harry tilts his head and pouts at Jay. “I remember how ya were on the Isle, all handsy and too friendly with him. I’ve seen ya on the telly, all over each other, clinging to each other.” Harry spits in disgust. “Ya want into his pants, but now ya’re gonna-.”

Sharp knocking on the door cuts him off.

Harry scowls and marches over, swinging the door open. His face breaks into a smile when he sees who’s on the other side. “Oh, Runt!” He cheers. “I knew ya’d come!”

“Carlos!” Jay shouts and it still sounds so muffled to him, “run! Get out of here!”

He can’t see from his spot on the floor, but he watches as Harry reaches into the hall and pulls Carlos into the room.

“Thanks, Jonas,” Harry chirps and slams the door shut.

“Carlos, get out of here,” Jay tries to tell him. “You need to leave. Go get-.”

“It’s okay, Jay.” Carlos says quietly. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

How is he so calm? Why is he here? Was Harry lying about everything and Carlos has no idea what’s about to happen? Jay struggles harder in his bindings, jerking and flailing, but he’s stopped by a shaky hand.

“It’s okay, Jay.” Carlos says again. “I know what I need to do to get you out of here. It’s okay.”

“No, no, no,” Jay moans. “Carlos, run. You don’t know what he-.”

Instead, Carlos slowly turns to Harry. “I know what this is about. That’s why I came here. I didn’t keep you waiting.” He says and his voice doesn’t shake.

Harry smiles, but it looks more like he’s just baring his teeth. “Well done, Runt. Ya remembered a rule.”

“Let Jay go. Please.” Carlos hastily adds at Harry’s raised brow. “I’m here. You don’t need him anymore.”

“Ya ran once before, Runt,” Harry cups Carlos’ face. “I think Jay there will stay as collateral.”

Carlos twitches. “Okay. Well, please, don’t let anyone hurt him, then.” He clasps his hands together. “Will you lock the door or tell someone to guard it? Please?”

“Whatever do ya mean?” Harry tilts his head innocently.

“When we’re…you know, gone,” Carlos gulps, “don’t let anyone hurt Jay while we’re in your room.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Harry easily pulls Carlos to the center of the room, away from the door. “We’re not leavin’. Didn’t I tell ya, Runt, one of my fantasies,” he grabs Carlos’ hips and looks over at to Jay, “was to have an audience?”

“W-wh-what?” Carlos stumbles away and looks between Jay and Harry. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’m gonna fuck ya right here, with Jay watchin’.”

Jay kicks out again. “The fuck you are!” He fights his bindings until the rope leaves his skin torn. “You’re a dead man, Hook!”

“Harry, please,” Carlos steps closer, “not this. I-I-.” He shakes his head. “No. You’ve never asked for this before, you can’t.” Carlos stands straight, boldly looking Harry in the eye for a full second and crumbles in on himself as soon as Harry moves.

But Harry walks right past him, over to Jay, whipping a knife out of his pocket. In one graceful movement, Harry has a fistful of Jay’s hair pulled tight, forcing his head back, and the knife dances along Jay’s skin. “What was that, Runt?”

Carlos looks at the two of them: Harry watching him expectantly and Jay is finally still lest his throat be sliced. “Nothing.”

“Good boy. That’s what I thought.” Harry smiles and releases Jay’s hair, sticking the knife in his pocket. “Oh, but before I forget…” He takes a step back and swings his boot into Jay’s face, “that’s for kicking me earlier.”

“Jay!” Carlos yelps and rushes to him, but Harry grabs the back of his shirt.

“Listen, Runt.” Harry sneers, towering over Carlos. “Ya’re gonna do everything I say and do it with enthusiasm. Ya’re gonna thank me for everything I give ya and ya’re gonna enjoy it.” Harry snarls and pushes Carlos to the floor. “Ya fight me, ya deny me, ya cry or look like ya’re not having fun, well…” He looks over to Jay. “Ya can guess what happens.”

“Carloth,” Jay groans, blood dripping down his chin from his bitten tongue. “Don’t do it. Run. Now!”

Harry ignores him and smiles at Carlos, cowering on the floor. “Well, since ya’re already down there,” he reaches for his zipper and slowly pulls it down, “why don’t ya show me how much ya’ve missed me?”

Head hanging with shame, Carlos sniffles and slowly raises up on his knees. His hands shake horribly, but he manages to grip Harry’s jeans and bunch the material between his fingers.

“No!” Jay shouts. “Thtop it, Harry!” Tears are streaking his cheeks, and blood is staining his shirt. “Carloth, pleathe,” he begs. “Don’t. You gotta leave, don’t do thith for him.”

Carlos pulls Harry’s pants down.

“Oh, and remember, Runt,” Harry sings, running his hands through Carlos’ hair. He pulls the knife out of his pocket and looks pointedly at Jay, “make sure ya do it with enthusiasm. I want Jay to know how much ya like when I fuck ya.”

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Whew, that’s probably the darkest thing I’ve written since Choke Chain!

If you enjoyed, please reblog my work!

#harlos #jaylos #harry hook #carlos de vil #jay descendants #descendants 2 #descendants #descendants fanfiction #My writing #filled request

[missjanjie]

Branjie Fic | Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer (8/11)

Title: Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer Summary: Brooke Lynn is a graduate student anxiously embracing her new position as her favorite dance professors’ new TA. Vanessa is a sophomore dance major who just might make her way into being more than the teacher(assistant)’s pet. (lesbian/university AU) Word Count: ~2.4k (this chapter)/~21.3k (total) Relationship: Branjie (Vanessa ‘Vanjie’ Mateo/Brooke Lynn Hytes) Rating: E

Read on AO3 | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch.5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7

“Please, please, please? Come on, I think you owe me a little,” Brooke Lynn whined as she padded behind Katya, who was pacing back and forth in the studio. This back and forth had been going on for nearly twenty minutes at that point, but she was fairly certain she was wearing her down.

Katya sighed and came to a halt, nearly making Brooke Lynn crash into her. “Fine. But you’re not allowed to complain about the dinner fiasco anymore,” she paused to think. “Come by my apartment tomorrow morning. But I swear, if you fuck up my car—”

“I couldn’t possibly treat it any worse than you do,” Brooke retorted before perking up. “Thank you!” she hugged her tightly and ran right back out the door. While she had a car back in Canada, there was no reason for her to bring it down to the city. At least, she never thought there was a reason until she found herself in need of a ride to take a pretty Latina on a scenic date out on Long Island.

Brooke Lynn went right from the studio to Vanessa’s dorm, knocking excitedly on the door and hardly waiting a second after she opened it. “Everything’s in place for tomorrow. It’s gonna be great,” she let herself in to the dorm and sat on Vanessa’s bed. “You’re going to have so much fun, I promise,” she regretted saying that the instant it came out of her mouth, though, afraid that she had just jinxed things and unleashed a horrible chain of events to follow. Not that she would ever announce that fear.

Vanessa sat down on Brooke’s lap, twirling her hair around her fingers and placing little kisses over her face. “You know you don’t gotta do nothing crazy for me, right?” she left a small hickey at the base of her jaw. “We don’t have to do anything, or wear anything…”

“There will be plenty of time for that too, I promise,” Brooke cooed, holding her head in place to kiss her properly. “Just let me do something cute for you, ya stubborn bitch, okay?” she let out a jokingly exasperated huff, then a surprised gasp when Vanessa pinned her down to the bed.

Vanessa lingered over her for a moment, then kissed her deeply. “I look forward to it.”

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The drive took Brooke Lynn and Vanessa a little over an hour and a half, lucking out with minimal traffic. However, it took Vanessa all of twenty minutes to doze off and sleep the rest of the way there, lucking out even further in avoiding any sharp turns, bumps, or potholes. Brooke Lynn didn’t mind either way, of course. She would steal glances at her sleeping girlfriend every now and then and find it adorable, and she almost hated to wake her when they arrived at the destination. “Vanjie, baby, we’re here,” she gently shook her awake.

“I’m up, I’m up,” Vanessa sat up, a bit disoriented. She blinked rapidly as she fully woke up, looking around. She saw rows and rows of trees surrounded by an expanse of fall foliage. As someone who only alternated between Manhattan and Florida, it wasn’t a sight she saw very often, nearly tripping over herself to get out of the car and take a picture. “Brooke Lynn! Get out here and look at this!”

Brooke Lynn giggled fondly as she got out of the car. “It’s a beautiful day out, isn’t it?” she wrapped her arm around Vanessa’s waist and kissed her cheek. “C’mon, we didn’t come all the way out here just to look at trees. We came to pick apples off them,” she hummed, leading her into the orchard, where she paid for a bag for each of them before looking around.

Vanessa tilted her head as she looked down the rows of trees. “How many different types of apples are there?” she asked with furrowed brows.

“The website said twenty-seven,” Brooke recalled as they began to walk down the rows. “I think we should get the ones that aren’t in grocery stores. Or even like, Whole Foods,” she mused, plucking an apple from a tree, something that was quite easy for her to do at her height.

“There is no way there are twenty-seven types of apples,” Vanessa muttered and shook her head, picking from one of the shorter trees. She was about to take a bite of one when her phone started to go off. “Oh, hold up, it’s my mom,” she answered cheerily.

Brooke watched as Vanessa spoke animatedly with her mom. She was speaking in Spanish for the most part, leaving her in the dark. She didn’t mind, in fact, one thing she had always loved about New York was hearing the various dialects people around her spoke in.

“No, todavía no he reservado mi vuelo, ¿por qué?” Vanessa scratched the back of her head, then her eyes widened. “¿Vienes aquí?” she still seemed confused but had perked up in excitement. Then there was a pause, hesitation in her tone. “¿Puedo traer a mi ... um, hay alguien que quiero que conozcas?” she winced but laughed. Her cheeks had a noticeable blush on them. “No hagas una gran cosa al respecto, por favor,” there was a soft sigh of relief, she seemed content. “Sí, yo también te quiero, adios,” she hung up and shoved her phone into her pocket.

“Is everything okay?” Brooke asked with a mouth half-full of apple. She could eavesdrop all she wanted; it didn’t clear up anything. She took French in high school and hardly remembered any of that either.

Vanessa smiled, but there was still an air of nervousness around her. “Normally I go down to see my mom over Thanksgiving, but she just told me she’s coming up, cause my auntie in Washington Heights decided to hold it this year. And since I figured you don’t celebrate it…I asked to bring you,” she glanced down, chewing on her lip.

Brooke felt a pang of nerves hit her as well. They had only just allowed themselves to consider what they had a real relationship, and now she was less than a month away from meeting the family. “Yeah, uh, I’ll just have to let my mom know. I’m sure she’ll understand,” she spoke as if she was still holding her breath but smiled warmly. “Alright, let’s get going, the traffic’s gonna be hell, and we need to find somewhere decent to stop and eat,” she shook off the unease and got back in the car with Vanessa. She wasn’t about to let anything interfere with their perfect date.

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“Has Brooke Lynn seemed a little…off to you lately?” Vanessa asked.

A’keria couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Girl, no one pays more attention to her than you. If anyone’s gonna notice any change, it’ll probably just be you,” she looked at her friend’s face fall and sigh. “Why does she seem ‘off’ to you?”

“She didn’t answer any of my texts yesterday til like, almost midnight, and when she did, she was just like, ‘oh sorry, I was busy’. Then in class she seemed super distracted and kept looking at her phone and shit. She just isn’t like that, you know?” Vanessa frowned, fumbling with the sleeves of her sweater.

Instead of sympathy, A’keria rolled her eyes again. “I’m not sure if this has occurred to you, but Brooke Lynn is an adult, she’s probably doing graduate work or paying bills or something like that,” she sat beside Vanessa and put a hand on top of hers. “Have you considered that you might be projecting a little after the whole thing with the ginger bitch?”

Vanessa crossed her arms. “I am not!” she looked down, thinking with knitted brows. “Or maybe I am, I don’t know…what should I do, then?”

“Wait it out, I’m sure it’ll be fine. And if not, talk to her and figure it out,” she shrugged. “In the meantime, get your ass together, we gotta go to work.”

Vanessa groaned and got up. Work had become so much of a chore as of late. The customers were no better or worse than usual, but her boss seemed to have developed a vendetta against her. Suddenly, she was getting shorter, worse hours, and she hadn’t pieced together why.

“He’s probably just mad ‘cause you threatened to call corporate after he grabbed your ass,” A’keria offered.

“Brooke Lynn taught me how to do that. That’s what happens when you date a white lady,” she beamed proudly, getting through the rest of her shift, doing her best to ignore the way her boss would give her a dirty look every time she glanced in that direction.

By the time her shift ended, however, Vanessa was tired and cranky. She just wanted to relax and get comfortable. And for her, that meant letting herself into Brooke Lynn’s apartment with the spare key she knew was left under the mat. “Brooooke?” no answer. “Brooke Lynn?” she could hear her voice from inside her room, and that pissed her off. “Really, bitch? You’re gonna cold shoulder me?” she stormed towards her room, only to stop in her tracks with a perplexed expression.

Brooke Lynn was sitting on the floor with a couple books in front of her. She had her phone sitting atop one of the books and had headphones in her ears. At first, it appeared that A’keria was right with her theory that she was doing course work, but then she continued talking to herself. “Quiero un vaso de agua por favor,” she repeated the phrase a couple more times, scribbling into a notebook.

Vanessa beamed, leaning against the door frame. Okay, maybe she had been a little paranoid, and maybe she had just ruined a surprised Brooke had been planning. But she didn’t need the anxiety of a surprise beyond this anyway, she decided. She quietly walked up behind her and kneeled down, carefully taking out her headphones and whispering “Quieres ayuda, mi amada?” in her ear and kissing her cheek.

Blushing fiercely, Brooke closed her books and set her phone aside. “You know, I told you about my spare key in case of emergency,” she murmured with a soft laugh. She turned to face Vanessa, accepting the kiss the other girl placed on her lips.

“I did have an emergency,” Vanessa defended. “I missed you and you weren’t answering my texts,” she pouted and sat across from her. “You’re teaching yourself Spanish?”

Brooke nodded, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. “I wanted to surprise you at Thanksgiving by introducing myself to your family in Spanish without sounding like a confused six-year-old,” she confessed softly.

“Well, you can still surprise her. My family probably won’t have the highest expectations…no offense,” Vanessa hummed. “I’m gonna help you though. We can make it fun, like a game,” she offered brightly. She tilted her head in thought for a moment. “I’ll give you words for you to translate, and if you get it right, I’ll take an article of clothing off, and if you get it wrong, you do,” she told her with a slight smirk.

“Sounds a lot more fun than answering to an animated green bird,” Brooke retorted with a laugh. “Alright, hit me.”

And so, they went back and forth. Vanessa would think of words off the top of her head and Brooke Lynn would translate them to varying degrees of success. After about ten minutes, Vanessa was still in her bra and panties while Brooke had lost every item of clothing. “You’re getting there,” she offered in consolation, though it was really a win-win as far as either of them were concerned.

“But I still need to learn the important things,” Brooke insisted, grinning at her confused expression before continuing. “Like, how do you say…’kiss me’?” she asked as innocently as she could muster. Vanessa rolled her eyes and giggled. “Besame.”

Brooke leaned forward and carded her fingers through Vanessa’s hair. “Besame, Vanessa,” she did her best to sound seductive and sultry, only using her proper first name because she felt it flowed better. She didn’t wait for a response, moving her hand to gently grasp her jaw and kissing her deeply. “Am I getting it yet?” she asked softly, resting their foreheads together.

“You a damn fast learner,” Vanessa chuckled. “And I can see why you like being a teacher so much,” she joked, kissing her again. “But, you know, even if you weren’t, I think they’d appreciate the effort. I know I sure do. I’ve dated white girls before, none of them ever gave a shit about learning. Always saying ‘oh I know enough from high school’ or some shit,” she remarked. “What I’m trying to say is, thank you for caring about me.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” Brooke shook her head. “The bare minimum you should expect out of a relationship is someone that cares about you. Otherwise, there’s no point, that’s not a relationship worth having,” she took Vanessa onto her lap. “Now…” her expression changed into a smirk. “let me show you how much I care,” she picked her up and placed her on the bed, “and spell out all of those vocabulary words with my tongue,” she slid off her underwear as she spoke.

Vanessa smirked, propping a pillow up under her head. “Damn, you nasty too. I really hit the fucking jackpot,” she hummed, tossing her bra aside as well.

Brooke kissed Vanessa and gazed into her eyes. “You really haven’t been treated like you deserve,” she frowned for a moment, then kissed down her torso before her head ducked between her thighs. While not actually spelling out words with her tongue, she moved skillfully in ways she knew her girlfriend liked, never stopping or flinching as she moaned and writhed.

“Fuck, baby don’t stop, just like that,” Vanessa pleaded, ever the vocal one – something Brooke Lynn had found to be as unsurprising as it was enjoyable. She hardly took a moment to breathe until she was fully spent and laying sprawled across the bed in a post-orgasm bliss. “Mm, have I ever told you how good you are at that?”

“I’ve had a hunch,” she replied with a smug grin, coming back up to kiss her sweetly. “Now get some rest, you’ve worked so hard as a teacher today,” she cooed and lay beside her.

#branjie #branjie fic #branjie fanfic #branjie fanfiction #rpdr rpf

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Klancemas December 17: Decorating

 @monthlyklance

Klancemas 2018

"Candy Cane"

Dec 17: Decorating

(A future Klance-Family Fic)

CW: discussion of surgical repair of a badly broken bone

“I wanna go HOME,” Kashi grumbled, “I don’t like it here.”

“I know buddy, but that’s a bad break,” Lance said, ruffling the five year old’s hair, “and they might need to do surgery to fix it.”

“Am I gonna get a cool robot leg like Uncle Shiro’s arm?” His eyes danced with excitement at the thought.

“Ummm... no… and I’m pretty sure Uncle Shiro would have liked to be able to keep the arm he was born with.”

“Uhhhhh… Papi,” Kashi’s voice was… just far too condescending for a five year old. Someone was being a bad influence on his baby and he was gonna get to the bottom of it- as soon as life was back to normal. “Have you even SEEN Uncle Shiro’s arm? Cuz, it is like SUPER cool. He can open the fridge and get a drink from the couch! THE COUCH, Papi!”

“Hmmm…” he nodded thoughtfully, “yeah. That’s pretty cool. I know your regular old leg must seem pretty boring, but you aren’t getting a robot one. Sorry, dumpling.”

“Awww,” he deflated, flopping back dramatically and knocking his pillows to the floor and Lance had to shake his head at him, moving to restore the pillows to where they belonged.

Before he could say anything encouraging, the doctor popped into the room. “Mr. Um… Ko-gain?”

“Ko-gah-nee,” Kashi said patiently. “Ta-Kah-shi Ko-gah-nee… but everyone calls me Kashi.”

“I see,” the doctor said, “thank-you Kashi, but I was actually trying to speak with your dad. Mr. Ko- LANCE?!?!”

He looked up from where he’d been fussing over Kashi’s pillows. The doctor was a pretty woman. Tall, with honey brown hair and kind eyes, but he didn’t recognize her until she smiled, “oh my God! Xo!”

“Lance McClain,” she laughed, “wow- I was not expecting… Hi.”

“Hi,” he laughed, “this is… definitely a surprise!”

“Ummmm… Hi!” Kashi joined in, “Papi’s name’s not McClain, it’s Kogane.”

“Kashi, don’t be rude! Sorry, Xo… or I guess, I should call you Xiomara? I know you hated the nickname.”

“Yeah, I prefer Xiomara… Dios, it’s been… what? 15 years?”

“At least… closer to 20 I think. Wow… you’re a doctor. That’s amazing! Good for you!”

“Says the Paladin of Voltron,” she laughed, “Kashi- did you know that when your Papi was about your age, he tried to build his very own spaceship. He even named it!”

“He did?” Kashi was hooked, he ate up stories about his parents childhoods.

“Mmhmmm… it was… oh! I remember! Mirador De Estrellas,” she sat in the empty chair beside Lance, “not a bad name for a spaceship.”

“Dr. Marichal was very good friends with your Tia Rachel,” Lance explained, “so she was at our house a lot when I was your age.”

“I’m not allowed to say it, but Tia Rachel is my favorite,” Kashi chirped.

“Seriously Kashi? If you KNOW you aren’t allowed to say it, why did you say it right in front of me?” Lance threw his arms out in exasperation.

“I dunno,” Kashi just shrugged.

“Sorry about him,” Lance said, shaking his head slowly, “he’s… one of a kind.”

“Gee, I wonder where he gets that,” she laughed.

“Tia Veronica is supposed to be my favorite,” Kashi explained, “cuz she grew me in her belly… but she’s too bossy… and Tia Rachel lets me eat raw cookie dough.”

“Takashi Kogane!” Lance gasped, horrified. “Please tell me this is from pain medication!”

She glanced at the chart, and looked sheepish, “sorry… unless he has an unusual response, none of the medications should cause… umm… this.”

Lance dropped his face into his hands, “Kashi, dumpling, you are killing your Papi right now.”

“At least we are in a hospital,” Kashi pointed out.

That made Xiomara choke back a laugh. “Oh man… I like this kid of yours, Lance. Should we go over the treatment plan while I get a look at Kashi here?”

“Yes, please,” he said, shooting Kashi a look.

“Right, so, it… could be worse, but we aren’t looking at an ideal situation.” She checked Kashi’s vitals as she spoke. “Ideally we would want to see a nice clean fracture that would be easy to set, pin in place and let it heal. But what we are looking at here is multiple close together breaks, so we definitely need to get him into surgery, and we will be needing to utilize some… uhh… new technology.”

“You mean alien tech,” Kashi said clearly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Doctors hate to say that they are using alien tech… cuz of bigots. We’re not bigots. You can say alien tech.”

“Alright then, yes, alien tech,” she corrected, ducking her head and listening to his chest to hide her smile, “you know Kashi, most kids your age are afraid to say stuff like that to doctors. You’re a brave guy.”

“He is pretty… umm.. Outspoken, in general. But, his sister has Sandacies Syndrome,” Lance explained, “so we spend a lot of time around medical stuff… and most of her care is overseen by the Olkari.”

“Oh. I am very sorry, Sandacies is a tough diagnosis. How old is she?”

“Talia’s eight,” Lance answered, “and thanks. She’s doing really well, though.”

“Has Kashi been tested for Sandacies markers?”

“Talia’s adopted,” Kashi said, “so’s Rai, but me and Thace are surro-babies.”

“I see,” she said with a smile, “so, as I was saying- we’ll be using some new medical tech from Puig. It’s a biofoam. So, once we stabilize the break, we wrap a sleeve around the affected area, place the screws, and fill the sleeve with the biofoam. Over the course of a few weeks, Kashi’s own bone will replace the foam and he’ll be good as new. The surgery is pretty involved, though, and he’ll need to stay here for at least a week afterwards so we can monitor him. We don’t have a whole lot of information on how human dna interacts with this tech yet, so we like to keep a close watch.”

“A whole WEEK?!?! Papi! No!”

“Kashi, if it takes a week, it takes a week.”

“But… CHRISTMAS!”

The doctor looked confused, “Christmas isn’t for more than three weeks Kashi. You’ll be home by then.”

Lance shook his head, “no, he’s upset about missing out on the decorating. It’s his favorite part- putting up the trees and stuff. We help our friends with theirs so it’s kind of a whole thing.”

“Uncle Shiro said it was my turn to do the star this year, and Coran bought a TRAIN that goes IN the tree!” Tears were welling in the little boy’s eyes, “and I’m gonna miss Thanksgiving pizza!”

“Oh, Kashi,” any earlier irritation at him vanished and Lance drew his son into a tender hug. “I know, dumpling, but we need to fix your leg… and if the doctor says that’s how long it will take, then that’s how long it will take. I’ve known Dr. Marichal  since I was your age- she’s almost as smart as Pidge.”

“I HATE RAI,” he wailed against Lance’s chest, “this is all his stupid fault- pushing buttons and pickin’at stuff!”

The doctor checked her chart, “says here Kashi’s leg got caught in some kind of machinery?”

“Yes- he and his brother were poking around in Hunk’s workshop and getting into stuff they KNOW they aren’t supposed to touch. So, now the workshops are completely off limits to the kids. Poor Hunk is absolutely distraught.” He sat back on his heels and wiped the tears from Kashi’s face, “and so is RAI. He feels really bad that you got hurt, Kashi. You know he didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“But it DID, and it’s HIS fault! An’now I’m gonna be STUCK HERE when everyone else is doing fun Christmas stuff! Can’t Allura fix it with her glowy magic?”

“Kashi! Allura’s alchemy isn’t a first aid kit- she only uses it to heal in the most dire situations. You have a broken leg. We don’t need to use MAGIC to fix that.” That pout really shouldn’t be nearly as adorable as it was. As frustrated and worried as he was, Lance was struggling not to coo at his youngest- because he just looked soooo much like a tiny, angry Keith at the moment, with his furrowed brow and purple eyes and scowl. He stood, mussing up Kashi’s hair affectionately. “When should we expect the surgery?”

She glanced at the clock, “hmmm… technically it is emergency surgery because it wasn’t scheduled in advance, so he’ll be ranked for urgency and then as soon as possible. I would say it’ll be before the end of the day.”

“Surgery?” Keith asked from the doorway.

“Daddy!” Kashi wailed, sticking his arms out.

Keith rushed over and hugged him gingerly, pressing kisses to the top of his head and rubbing his little back. “I’m right here, kiddo,” he whispered, “Daddy and Papi aren’t going anywhere.”

“Keith, this is Dr. Marichal, she’s an old friend of Rachel’s, she’s in charge of Kashi’s case. Xiomara, this is my husband, Keith,” Lance returned to his seat, knowing that Keith wasn’t leaving Kashi’s side until they wheeled him off for surgery.

Keith extended his hand to shake hers, “it’s nice to meet you Dr. Marichal, you were saying he needs surgery?”

“Femur breaks are pretty serious,” she said with a nod before running through the surgical plan with him again.

“I’m gonna miss ALL the fun stuff,” Kashi sniffled.

“No, you won’t, precious,” Keith promised, “we’ll save lots of fun stuff for when you are home with us.”

“Shiro’s PIZZA… and Coran’s TRAIN…”

“I’ll talk to Shiro and Coran. I promise.” He pulled back and looked Kashi in the eye, “have I ever broken a promise to you?”

“No,” the little boy hiccuped.

“Right. So, I won’t break this one. I will talk to Uncle Shiro and Coran while you are getting your leg fixed up and I will find a way for you to not miss out on all your favorite stuff.”

“You promise?” he asked, hope blooming in his amethyst eyes.

“I PROMISE. Paladin’s honor.”

“Okay,” sniffled Kashi, “thank-you, Daddy.”

Lance smiled, he should have known that Keith would be able to put Kashi’s worries to rest. People were always surprised at just how good Keith was with kids. They assumed that he’d be awkward and standoffish with them the way he was with adults, but he wasn’t at all. Lance had yet to see a child that didn’t immediately take to Keith and he’d never seen a kid that Keith didn’t like.

“You don’t have to thank me, Kashi,” Keith soothed, “can you get those papers signed, Tumbleweed? I’m gonna chill out with our little guy for a bit.”

“Sure thing babe,” Lance answered, “alright Xiomara, where do I sign?”

“If you come with me, I’ll get you all set up with the paperwork,” she said nodding toward the door. He followed her to a little room that had a little table and a few chairs. It reminded him of signing the adoption paperwork for the twins. “I have to ask- ‘Tumbleweed’?”

He laughed, “ah... That… I took him on a romantic ice skating date. I thought it would be like rollerblading. I was wrong. He called me Tumbleweed because I couldn’t stay upright until  taught me how to ice skate… then he proposed that day, so it stuck.”

“Well, that is straight out of a Hallmark movie! Very cute. Definitely a keeper,” she said, laughing as she organized all the papers, “Kashi looks a lot like him.”

“Yeah, he’s just a lot like him, in general. Brave, stubborn… blunt,” he laughed, and pulled out his phone, bringing up a picture of all the kids, “Thace looks more like me… or, well… like Rachel, I guess.”

“That’s definitely YOUR smile on that little girl,” she laughed, and passed him the stack. He put the phone away and started scrawling his name on the flagged spots. She smiled at him, “I always get a kick of how much adopted kids end up looking like the people that raise them just because of expressions and mannerisms.”

“Yeah, it’s wild… and it carries over, too. Like, sometimes Rai will open his mouth and I SWEAR he’s channeling Shiro… who raised Keith. Family is…” He shrugged, “it’s a kind of magic, I think.”

“I like that, I might steal it to help reassure parents.” She sat in one of the chairs across from him, “you have a beautiful family, Lance. I’m glad I got to meet some of them- although it could have been under better circumstances.”

“I’m sure you will meet the others in the next couple of days,” he laughed, “we’ve got the whole hospital visitation thing down to an art.”

“So… ummm… Kashi said Veronica carried him? How is she doing?”

He glanced up at her between signatures, “are you sure you want me to answer that?”

“Yes… I mean… I think so… Just.. don’t tell me if it is bad,” she blushed, “I don’t want to know if it isn’t good.”

“Roni is great,” he answered, “she pretty much runs the world- although no one seems to have noticed yet. She’s single right now… but she’s got a couple of on again off again things, so that could change.”

“Good. That’s… good. I’m glad she’s doing well. She deserves it.”

“Want me to tell her you say hi?” he asked, signing the last line and returning the pages to a neat stack.

She gave him a wistful smile as she took the paperwork, “yeah. Yeah, tell her I said hi… and give my love to the family.”

“Will do.”

“You are such a charmer,” Keith whispered, wrapping his arms around Lance. “He’s going to be so excited to see this!”

“You were the one that had the idea AND arranged everything,” Lance chuckled, leaning back against his husband, and resting his hands on top of Keith’s. “All I did was convince the nurses to look the other way about the number of visitors.”

Trudy, one of the nurses, poked her head into the room, “he’s awake. They’ll be bringing him down any minute. Everything looks great.”

“Thanks so much,” Lance said.  He could FEEL the worry and tension drain out of Keith’s frame. “Babe- it’s a broken leg. He’s fine.”

“It’s a broken FEMUR and he needed surgery, Lance.”

“He’s five and still growing. He’ll be back to driving everyone bonkers before you know it.” He turned in Keith’s arms, “you are such a worrywart when it comes to the kids. It’s cute.”

Keith rolled his eyes, “this again?”

“Mmhmm… my husband is CUTE.”

“Lannnnnce… quit it.”

“CHECK OUT MY CAST! IT LOOKS LIKE A CANDY CANE!!”

They both laughed as Kashi was wheeled into the room. Sure enough the fiberglass cast that encased his leg was red and white candy-cane striped. Lance had to remind himself to breathe when he saw the metal frame and the screws that disappeared into the fiberglass- even though he’d known they’d be there, even though he knew they weren’t hurting his little boy.

“Very festive,” Keith said with an encouraging nod.

“See, dumpling? I told you that Xiomara was awesome. How are you feeling?”

“My skin feels tickle-y and I’m thirsty,” Kashi answered, “but my leg doesn’t even hurt!”

“Are you up to more visitors?”

“Sure- is Tia Rachel here? She can see her friend!”

“Sorry bud, no Rachel,” Keith answered as Lance ducked out of the room to gather the others.

A few minutes later Shiro, Coran, Thace, Talia, Krolia, Allura, and Romelle came into the room, carrying boxes of assorted sizes. A chagrined Rai and weeping Hunk followed and made a beeline to the little boy, tripping over each other to be the first to apologize. Hunk was barely coherent until Kashi patted his back and assured him that it wasn’t Hunk’s fault and he wasn’t mad.

Rai didn’t even speak- not that he was a particularly talkative child- and Lance suspected he didn’t trust himself not to cry. Rai HATED hospitals, always had, but he had insisted on being here for the entire duration of the surgery. He climbed up onto the bed beside his little brother and gingerly wrapped his arm around him while they both glared at spots on the bed somewhere in the vicinity of their knees.

Silent tears spilled out of Rai’s eyes and he dug his hand into the big pocket in the front of his hoodie, pulling out a sloppily wrapped rectangle and handing it to Kashi. Kashi took the gift and cautiously tore the paper off of it to reveal Rai’s handheld gaming system. “What?”

“Gets boring in hospitals,” Rai muttered, “and they keep saying you’re too little, so you can have mine. S’my fault you’re hurt and stuff.”

“You’re GIVING me this???” Kashi’s eyes were so huge they looked like they’d fall right out of his head.

Rai just nodded, not looking up. “M’sorry.”

“Rai, it was an accident,” Kashi said after a moment. “Wasn’t on purpose.”

“You were so mad,” Rai whispered, “said you hated me.”

“Don’t be stupid.”

Lance had to bite his tongue to keep from chiding Kashi about calling his brother stupid, but he managed. He knew they needed to work this through on their own.

“Your cast looks like a candy cane… can I be the first one to sign it?”

“Sign it?”

“That’s what you do with casts, bud,” Thace said, earning ‘cool big brother points’ as Kashi’s face lit up.

“Really?”

“Definitely,” confirmed Keith.

“I’ll see if the nurses have any markers!” Talia was already out the door before she finished speaking.

“Cooooool! Hey! What’s in all the boxes?”

“Well,” said Shiro, “you always help us make our places ready for Christmas, so this year, it’s our turn to help YOU.”

“We brought you a little tree,” Allura added.

“And ornaments,” said Romelle.

“I found some battery-powered lights for your room, sweetheart,” Krolia added.

“And I thought that you might want to have a train running on the tree-gown-”

“-tree-SKIRT, Coran,” Lance chuckled.

“Yes, of course! I thought you might enjoy having a train running on the tree-SKIRT until you come home,” Coran finished, twirling his moustache.

“I get to decorate my hospital room?” Kashi was floored, he didn’t know where to look, his big eyes darting from person to person. “Really?”

“Really,” Keith confirmed.

“And Tia Pidge will be here soon with a little Thanksgiving pizza for you and I to share,” Shiro said as he ruffled Kashi’s hair, “if you feel up to eating.”

“Best. Day. Ever!” squealed the five year old, the prospect of decorating his hospital room seeming to have completely overpowered the reason that he was in one in the first place.

Talia returned with two fistfuls of colorful markers and started handing them out to people as Allura and Shiro began unpacking the boxes and organizing the contents.

By the time Lance was able to get close enough to his son to sign the cast and give him a hug and kiss, the room was looking very festive. Keith and Shiro were singing carols. Rai was showing Kashi all the best games on his system. Thace and Pidge cutting red and green construction paper into strips that Hunk was stapling into a long chain.

They’d attracted the attention of some of the other kids on the ward and a few of the more mobile and energetic ones had joined in on their fun. Allura had quietly ducked out to visit the kids who weren’t up to it. The Paladins, in general, had a certain amount of fame, even now, but Allura, the Alien Princess, was a bonafide celebrity.

“This was definitely a stroke of genius,” Lance whispered to Keith, “you’ve saved his Christmas.”

“I made a promise,” Keith answered, his voice matter of fact.

“I love you, babe.”

“I love you, too, Tumbleweed.”

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The Unexpected Perks of Being a Nanny~ Chapter Thirty-One

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Pregnancy, Swearing.

Beta: @mack-winchester @invisibledevour

Within the next few weeks, you and Jared started to do more things as a family. Jared was on hiatus, which gave you two the time to really act like a couple and do couple-y things, along with giving you two the time to actually be close with each individual kid. Tom, Shep and Odette really liked having their daddy home all the time. Even though you wanted to devote most of your time to the kids, you needed a break. Jared suggested you two watch a movie. Jensen and Danneel were still in Vancouver. They headed to Austin after your baby shower, but came back two weeks later. The kids also went to Austin with Gen for the week, which have you and Jared a break.

“Infinity War just came out. Why don’t we go see that?” Jared suggested.

“Yeah! I really want to see that movie!” You grinned.

You were now thirty-three weeks pregnant, which excited you because you would get to meet your new baby in about seven weeks, but it also scared you for the same reason. Jensen and Dee offered to take the kids to the park for a bit so you and Jared could catch the movie. You tried to convince the two to come watch the movie, insisting the next door neighbour would be more than happy to watch all the kids.

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. We want to watch over them. It’ll be nice to spend some time with them!” Danneel exclaimed.

After the movie was over, you and Jared returned home. You still couldn’t get over what happened!

“You should’ve seen it! Y/N break down in tears when Peter di-” Jared started.

“-Whoa! Whoa. Hey.”  Jensen intervened. “Dude. No spoilers.”

“Oh, sorry.” Jared chuckled.

“I was heartbroken! I cried a lot, Okay? It’s like totally different than you expect it to be. I would definitely recommend you guys go see it.” You smiled, rubbing your belly.

“We’re planning on it.” Danneel smiled. “It’ll be our next date night.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon with Danneel  and Jensen while the kids played in the backyard. Tom was almost finish Kindergarten for the year, which was super exciting!

“So… How’s the Preeclampsia going?” Danneel asked, trying to start up conversation.

“It’s going… okay. I’m not as sick as I used to be.” You smiled.

“How are you with the whole Myles thing?”

“I’m doing good. I’m coping with it, Jared too. We’re learning how to feel more like a couple again and not an adult comforting a teenager or young adult.” You nodded.

“Well, I’m happy for you two.” Danneel smiled. “I haven’t been up to the nursery yet since you guys finished it. Take me up there?”

“Yeah, yeah! Of course.”

You waddled up to the nursery with Danneel on your heels.

“And this is the nursery!” You showed her the cute room, with a brand new crib, changing table, dresser, rocking chair and shelving.

“Wow! This is beautiful, Y/N!” Danneel gasped.

You grinned, “watch this.”

You took a seat in the rocking chair and started to push yourself back and forth.

“It works a lot better when Jared’s here, but just give it a moment.” You rubbed your belly. “Bonjour mon petit bébé. C’est maman!”

Danneel sat down in front of you, watching your bump intently.

“Je suis avec ta tante, elle s'appelle Danneel. Est-ce que tu peux bouger pour tante Dee?”

“Hi baby Padalecki! It’s auntie Dee!” Danneel cooed, rubbing your bump. “I know some french, but what did you just say?”

“I said that I’m with your aunt and her name is Danneel. I also said can you move for Aunt Dee? Tu aimes le français et tu aimes bouger pour ton papa.” You exclaimed.

“He or she loves french and he or she loves to move for it’s dad!” Danneel grinned.

“You’re a fast learner.” You giggled.

Danneel gasped, “Look, Y/N! It’s a foot!”

You looked down to see a foot sticking out of your right side.

You gasped as well, “I’ve never really seen that before.”

“You haven’t seen the baby’s foot stick out like that? It was really weird with the twins because one of their feet would be sticking out on the right side and the other’s foot would be sticking out on the opposite side.” Danneel chuckled.

You touched the baby’s foot and grinned as it retracted into your belly.

“Let’s head back downstairs, Frenchie.” Danneel smiled, pulling you up out of the rocking chair.

You waddled back down the stairs and headed into the backyard. It was now mid June- and it was very hot in Vancouver. The boys were sitting on the deck watching the three older kids playing on the playset, which included swings, a slide and a swinging bench, and they watched the three younger kids play in the sandbox. You took a seat on the edge of Jared’s lap, but he proceeded to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer.

“Did you like he nursery, Dee?” Jared smiled.

“Yeah! It was very nice! Y/N and I seen the baby’s foot stick out!” Danneel exclaimed.

You, Jared and The Ackles talked on the deck for hours before Jensen and Danneel left. That night, it was just you, Jared and the kids. You loved that you were able to get some quality time in with Jared. Between him always working and you chasing three energy filled kids around all day, you two had no time for your relationship. The next few weeks were liberating! Other than conventions, you and Jared spent a lot of time together! Your due date, which is in August, was rapidly approaching. Which also meant that Jared’s birthday was next week and you still had no idea what to get him. You would be thirty-seven weeks pregnant, which was nerve wracking for you because you wouldn’t be able to do much with regards to throwing parties. Jared was down in the States for a convention and you planned on FaceTiming with him so that the fans could ask you some questions. You got comfy on the couch, meaning you grabbed your pillows and lied down, Arlo curled up around your baby bump. As a Golden Retriever, Arlo wasn’t small by any means! However, his size didn’t seem to bother him.

“He must think he’s a Shitzu.” You murmured aloud.

You propped your phone up against your baby bump and scratched Arlo’s head as you waited for the FaceTime call to connect.

“Hey Y/N!” Jared cheered.

“Hey dada.” You giggled.

It was a habit that you just couldn’t break! Between constantly calling Jared ‘dad’ for the sake of the kids and for the baby, it’s become a little joke between you two.

“How’s the convention going?” You asked curiously.

“It’s going really good! I’m going to turn you around so you can see all the fans.”

Jared turned his phone towards the crowd so you could see all the fans. They all cheered when you started to wave.

Once they settled down, you said, “hey guys, how are you?”

The crowd cheered again. You were really nervous about this. Just as nervous as you were at your first convention. But you remembered how you eased into it and how you felt comfortable with the crowd after a while. You knew you would do the same today. Your preeclampsia subsided for the day, but your Braxton Hicks contractions didn’t.

“I think we’ll take some questions now, right Y/N?” Jared’s voice sounded through your phone speakers.

“Right.” You agreed.

Jared picked a fan, who promptly asked you a question through a microphone.

“Do you know if you’re having a girl or a boy?”

“No, we decided to keep it a secret.” You smiled. “Only a month more and we’ll know!”

Jared picked another fan.

“Doesn’t preeclampsia most commonly happen in pregnancies with multiples? Are you having twins?”

“No, I’m not having twins. It does happen in pregnancies with multiples but it can also happen in first time mothers.” You explained.

Come to think of it, you weren’t really a first time mother. The fans didn’t need to know that you lost a baby when you were eighteen. You answered a few more questions before ending the call.

“C’mon, sook.” You scratched behind Arlo’s ears as you sat up. “Y/N’s gotta go to the grocery store.”

You hooked Arlo onto his leash out in the backyard. You put a bowl of cold water out in a shaded area for him.

“I’ll be back soon, then we can go on a walk.” You cooed to the dog, then pressed a kiss on his head.

Immediately, you grabbed the car keys and hopped up in the truck. You drove all the way to the grocery store without a hitch. After grabbing a cart, you headed into the store.

“Maman doit acheter des légumes pour le souper.” You spoke to your baby bump.

You received a kick from the baby and let a smile creep across your face. After picking up various vegetables for dinner, you headed into the snack aisle.

“Tu ne peux pas dire à ton père que j’ai acheté des biscuits.” You giggled. “Il va tuer moi.”

Jared wanted you to be as healthy as you could during your pregnancy, which meant you couldn’t buy cookies. But what Jared doesn’t know, isn’t going to hurt him and it most certainly won’t hurt you. While deciding on which pack of cookies to pick, a young woman approached you. She had shoulder length, straight, dark brown hair. She was about your height, maybe an inch or two shorter. She was wearing a bright red lipstick and sporting an amazing Smokey-eye look. The woman was wearing a pair of short, Jean shorts and a baggy tank which read ‘Metallica’ across her chest.

“I couldn’t help but come over here and see your bump! Do you mind if I feel?” The woman exclaimed, tucking a piece of her hair back behind her ear.

“No, I don’t mind.” You smiled, turning away from the cart so the woman could place her hand on your belly.

One thing you will not miss about being pregnant is random people coming up to you and asking to feel your bump. All you wanted to do was get some groceries! You weren’t trying to put yourself on display.

“The baby really likes the french language.” You remarked. “I’m trying to teach my boyfriend’s kids how to speak it, but they aren’t as interested.”

“Oh that’s pretty cool!” The woman smiled up at you. “My momma can speak french, but I never bothered.”

“It’s pretty handy. Est-ce que tu peux bouger pour la fille?”

“I felt it.” She smiled. “Hi in there baby!”

You decided on plain Mr. Christie’s chocolate chip while the woman was feeling the baby move and tossed them down in the cart.

“You must be due any day now.” You concluded.

“Four weeks from today, actually!” You grinned.

“Wow! Congratulations.” The lady grinned. “I’ll let you get back at your grocery shopping. Thanks for letting me feel!”

Once the woman in the band tee left, you picked up a couple of extra things, paid for them, then left. A cashier insisted that he get someone to help you load your groceries into you vehicle, but you said you would be fine. You were pregnant… not dying, right? You got yourself here and you would manage to get yourself home. You pushed the cart of groceries out to Jared’s F-250 and loaded them up in the back seat. After returning the cart to a cart corral, you began the drive back home. You were still on the main road when you found that the truck became harder to steer.

“What the fuck.” You hissed, as the steering wheel started vibrating. “Great. Just great.”

You pulled over on the side of the two-laned highway and waited until you got a break in traffic so you could open your door. When you hopped out, the back tire on the driver’s side was flat. You were as big as a whale, having Braxton Hicks contractions and suffering from Preeclampsia- there was no way you were lying down on the ground to drop the spare tire from under the truck, then try and change it all by yourself. You leaned up against the side of the tan colored Ford F-250 and combed through Yellow Pages, looking for a nearby garage number. You clicked the call button on the number and tapped your foot while you waited for someone to pick up.

“Hello, Bartlett’s Garage, I’m Linda how may I help you?” Linda’s soft and friendly voice came through the phone.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, I’m on the side of the main drag with a flat tire.” You side, rubbing your forehead.

“Oh, you can’t get the tire off, can you?”

You just loved when people assumed that because you’re a woman, you couldn’t get a flat tire off your truck- Not!

“No.” You stated calmly. “I am thirty-six weeks pregnant, my boyfriend and our friends are out of town. I haven’t attempted to get the tire off.”

“Okay, Where exactly are you? I’ll send someone right away to come out and help you.” Linda exclaimed.

You gave the receptionist your exact location then got back into the truck, waiting for someone to show up. After ten minutes, a truck with a company logo pulled up behind you. Several drivers pulled over and offered you help, but you insisted that someone was on the way to help you. You messaged Jared, but to no surprise, you didn’t get a response. Jared was always busy when It came to conventions.

You posted a photo for Jared’s fans to see captioning it with “Being 36 weeks pregnant and stranded on the side of the highway isn’t ideal… #ineedtopee.”

“Hi there.” You smiled, hopping down out of the truck.

“Hi, Linda told me you needed some assistance ASAP?” The tall, older man, wearing the name tag ‘John’, approached you.

“Yeah, yeah. I would’ve tried it myself only I’ve been having Braxton Hicks all day and I was diagnosed with Preeclampsia when I was twenty-five weeks pregnant.” You sighed.

“Well It was much better to call someone, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself or the baby over a tire.” John shot you a smile.

You watched as the mechanic loosened up the bolts on the tire and took it off. Then he placed the spare tire on the truck. It took about twenty minutes.

“Do you mind following me down to the garage? There’s a fee to pay for these kinds of things.”

“I don’t mind. Just let me run home first. I left my dog, Arlo, outside and I promised him that I wouldn’t be long. I don’t want him to run out of water or shade, or anything.” You explained.

You ran back to the house, rushing to put the groceries away then headed into the backyard where Arlo was sprawled out in the shade. You jingled his leash. He shot up immediately, his head cocked over to you.

“Let’s go for a drive, huh? Then Y/N will give you some fresh, clean, cold water and a walk.” You grinned, clipping Arlo ono his leash.

Arlo let out a content bark and walked to the truck by your side. You opened the door and he jumped up.

“Atta boy.” You grinned.

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[A6A6I5] ====>

DAVE: so DIZZY: be i weed-smokin' correctly from some shit i just heard DAVE: that uh 

TIZZLE: 1NF3RR1NG WH4T? 

DAVE: thizzle vriska be like tha de facto T-to-tha-izzeam leada now D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: Anotha dogg house production. or vriska n terezi... Anotha dogg house production. DAVE: i dunno i playa understood tizzy scourge shizzay DIZZAVE: yizzay two have always been like dis steppin' giggl'n enigma huddled nigga 'n peapod fo` hizzle self-tickled murderdorks DAVE: cizzouldnt fo` the lizzy of me fizzle out wizzy yizzay bizneen rhymin' up ta on that meteor DAVE: be dis it 

TEREZI: 1S WH4T 1T? They call me tha black folks president.?

DIZZAVE: tha pizzy yizzou were perpetratin' all along DAVE: be dis like yo' big M-to-tha-izzove DAVE: yizzle power play ta usurp karkat as tizzle leada finallizzle 

VRISKA sho nuff: Oh 8rotha. VIZZY: Dizzle, no, dis isn't a cizzay. It jizzay commizzle senze rear'n its ugly heezee fo` a change so i can get mah pimp on. 

DAVE: Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. oh gots it 

VRISKA: Good. Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. 

DAVE: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. wait no dont gots it 

VRISKA: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. Argh in tha mutha fuckin club! 

DAVE: it sounds like youre J-to-tha-izzust like DAVE: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. bein tha leada now cauze you want ta DIZZY: n mak'n all tha plans coz nobody elze wants ta or really cares DAVE: i mean not that i even care eitha i J-to-tha-izzust want ta set tha record straight D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: karkat be you coo' wit dis 

VRISKA like this and like that and like this and uh: Sigh. ::::| 

DAVE: karkat DAVE: karkat D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. karkat DIZZLE: yo karkat 

KARKAT: WHAT!!!!!! 

DAVE: oh mah god DIZZY fo gettin yo pimp on: dizzude were yiznou just not listen'n ta any of thizzle 

KARKAT: TA WHAT? KARKAT cuz its a G thang: WIZZY KARKAT: WHAT HAPPEN'N NIZZY? 

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: hahaha DAVE: dawg how long have you been tuning all dis shit out DIZNAVE: i mean i literally just said i dizzay give a fizzuck 'bout anizzle of tha shit vriska be say'n so mizzaybe im not one ta rap but at L-to-tha-izzeast i had tha decency ta actually be jok'n 'bout that DAVE: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. what tha fuck be you evizzle bustin' 

KARKAT: SORRY! KARKAT fo my bling bling: YEAH, SORRIZZLE, I'M GUILTY! Tru niggaz do niggaz. KARKAT: I ZONED OUT ON SIZZY OF SERKET SELF IMPORTIZZLE BLITHA, N WIZZAS CARRY'N A *PRIVATE CONVERSATION* WIT THA MAYOR. KARKAT: BE THAT OK fo' sheezy?? 

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE sho nuff: D-to-tha-izzude you dizzle have ta git tha go aheezee from me DAVE: shor'n up a shawty one on one time wit tha mayizzle be literally always acceptable DAVE: what were yizzay talk'n 'bout 

KARKAT: IT'S PRIVATE! Real niggas recognize the realness. 

DIZZLE: i dizzy hear you perpetratin' anything thizzay 

KARKIZZLE: WE WIZZERE MOSTLY CLOCKIN' THRIZZLE A SERIES OF SIZNIMPLE GESTURES KARKAT: Drop it like its hot. I WIZZAY TALK'N SMACK ABOUT CERTAIN THUGZ HERE, N CHOZE TA REMIZZLE DISCREET 'BOUT IT! 

DAVE: no yeah i kniznow what thiznats all 'bout DAVE: how wizzy yizzy rap ta tha mayizzle and most of tha time words arent evizzle necessary like he just *knizzay* DIZZAY: dawg tha mayor is just so wonderful i love him so mizzy DIZZY, niggaz, better recognize: hey lets all takes turns hugg'n him  

KARKAT: NO! KARKIZZLE so bow down to the bow wow! THAT FUCK'N STUPIZZLE, JUST KARKAT: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. WHAT WERE YIZZLE SAY'N? Drop it like its hot. WHIZZLE I WAS RHYMIN' OUT JIZZUST THEN?

DAVE: oh nuttin really DAVE like old skool shit: just wonder'n hizzy you fizzy 'bout vriska bustin' yizzay leadership role D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: n if mizzaybe yizzay wanted ta T-H-R-to-tha-izzow a vintage shizzle about that or... Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. 

KARKAT: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. OH! KARKAT: OH!!!!! KIZZLE: Hollaz to the East Side. HAHA! Drop it like its hot. KIZZLE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! KARKAT: THAT A GIZZLE ONE DIZZAY! KARKAT: WOW! HIZZLE, HA, HAHAHAHA! ME LEADA? You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg.? TOO FUNNY! KARKAT: I BE ENTIRELY N SINGULARLY BAFFLED THAT IT COULD STILL EVEN *OCCIZZLE* TA ANYONE TA ENTIZZLE THE NOTIZZLE THAT I MIGHT SIZZY BE PLAY'N *ANIZZLE* ROLE EVEN WITIN SNIFF'N ORBIT OF A LEADERSHIP POSITION OF DIS RIDICULOUS PARTY. KARKAT: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. WHIZNEN WIZZAY THA LAST TIME I DID *ANYTH'N* OF A LEADA-LIKE NATURE, WITOUT BEIN TRUMPED BY VRISKA MACHIAVELLIAN LIMELIGHT GLUTTONY? KARKIZZLE but real niggaz don't give a fuck: OR FO` THIZZAY CRAZY ASS NIGGA, WHEN WIZNAS THA LAST TIZNIME TIZZY WAS ACTUALLY ANYTHIZZLE LEADERIZZLE *TA* DO, T-H-TO-THA-IZZAT DIZZAY INVOLVE SNUGGL'N UP ON THA COUCH TA W-TO-THA-IZZATCH "GIZZY LUCK CHUCK" FO` THA FIZNIVE HUNDREDTH TIME?! KARKIZZLE: I HAVE SERIOUSLY JUST BEEN ASSUM'N NIGGA COMPLETE TAKEOVA OF ALL LEADERSHIP DIZZLE WIZZY SIZZLE FAIT ACCIZZLE SHIT FO` THREE SOLID YEARS, N HIZZY S-TO-THA-IZZINCE B-TO-THA-IZZEEN RIDIN' THIZZLE P-TO-THA-IZZEACE N QIZZLE OF ZIZZY RESPONSIBILITIZZLE, WHICH IS WHY QUITE FRIZZLE, I HIZZAY BIZNEEN ABLE TA KIZNEEP MAH BLIZZLE PRESSURE DIZNOWN, N NIZZY RIZZLE THA HO-SLAPPIN' EMBIZZLE OF PEACE N FUCK'N TRANQUILITY WHICH PRESENTLY BASKS BEFORE YIZZAY 'N A STATE OF FROTH'N, EUPHORIZZLE TURDVANA! Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air.!!!!!!! 

DIZNAVE and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: ok so vintizzle shitfit it is  

VRISKA: Anotha dogg house production. Karkat, tizzy was a 8eautiful soliliquy of acceptizzle n doggy stylin' of yo' rizzole, due ta acknowledgement of yo' overwhelm'n personal limit8tions. VRISKA: 8ut 8e that as it mizzay, you still ACTUALLY DO nee' ta 8e crack-a-lackin` attention here, so you can kizzeep up wit tha pizzy. VRISKA: While I may 8e tha leader nizzow, this may 8e tha lizzay dizzay I sizzay any of yizzy fo` a verizzle long tizzle. VRISKA: Someone go'n ta nee' ta step up wizzy I'm gone! 

KARKAT: ALRIZZLE SERKIZZLE, THIZZLE I'LL MAKE DIS A LOT EASIA FO` YIZZY, N THA TEAM AS A WHOLE. KARKAT: BALLIN' NOW, I HEREBY RENOUNCE MAH ROLE AS A LEADA OF THIS GROUP, OR ANY, CRAZY ASS NIGGA mah nizzle! KARKAT: VRIZZAY ALONG WIT RAPPA TACTICAL VIRTUOUSITY N MONSTROUS EGO BE MORE THIZZAY SUITIZZLE FO` THE ROLE. KARKAT: N IF, WHEN, N TA *NIGGA* SHIZNE EVENTUALLY DECIZZLE TA FUCK OFF FO` MYSTERIZZLE, YET-TA-BE-EXPLAINED REASONS, THIZZEN ANYBODY ELZE WHO FIZZLE INCLINED CIZNAN SLIDE RIZZY INTO THIZZLE POSITION, SO LIZZY AS IT ISN'T ME ya dig?!!

> [A6A6I5] ====>

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The Lecrín Valley Village of Restábal as I See It

Restábal, our "Adopted" Village in Granada

There are many reasons why we chose Restábal for our holiday home. The situation is almost unbeatable, close to everything and far from everything else! The village clings to the foot of Canjorros Hill, near to the confluence of the Saleres and Dúrcal Rivers, surrounded by beautiful landscape. The views over the Beznar Reservoir and the Lecrín Valley towards Sierra Nevada seduce the visitor.

La Calle Iglesia, Restábal, Valle de Lecrín

The inhabitants, restabeños and restabeñas, some 480 souls, are hospitable and hard-working people, endowing their village with a friendly atmosphere, receptive to strangers.

The Rivers Saleres and Durcal unite just below Restábal

Restábal has some interesting monuments, its church dedicated to San Cristóbal, its old fish market and the remains of an Arab fortress on the outskirts of the village. High and low neighbourhoods (barrios) are crossed by the Royal Road, or Camino Real, from Granada to the coast, a road that once brought riches to the region. As in many of the Valley villages, you’ll see houses with coats of arms, formerly belonging to merchants and nobles of Granada.

La Lonja, the old fish market, jus ta stone's throw from Casa Tagomago

Lecrin Valley history is closely linked to its Arab past, the same as the whole province of Granada, and going in search of Restábal’s Castle is a small adventure. Hidden on a hill above the village, finding the ruins of the castle is a challenge. To reach the ruins, with incredible views over the valley and Restábal, to imagine the ancient inhabitants of these old walls, makes us feel that we have conquered the castle ourselves. Unfortunately today only a few remnants of the walls and bastions but the old water deposit is still intact, making the visit worth it just to see this and the place itself. How to find it? We have everything planned, the route is described in the house.

The remains of the old Moorish Castle, set on a hill high above Restábal

Peace and tranquility or active tourism ... the choice is yours. The long distance hiking trail GR-7 / E-4 passes through the town itself but besides this there are countless trails for outdoor enthusiasts to enjoy. Don’t miss the Orange Blossom Route, recently approved and sign posted by the Andalusian Federation of Mountaineering.

And for food? There are two well-stocked supermarkets, a typical restaurant, bar and another, more modern restaurant. In both you'll discover tasty, traditional dishes from the Lecrín Valley. In addition there’s a tobacconist and a pharmacy.

La Fuente Baja in Restábal, Lecrín Valley, Granada

This fountain is at the end of the street where Casa Tagomago is located. Of modern construction, its waters are cool and crystalline. Even today, some village women come down here to fill their bottles to take home for drinking and cooking. I marvel to see them, loaded with up to 6 bottles of a litre and a half going up the hill. I ask them if the water is better than from the mains, they say it’s similar but that "they have to do something"! Old habits die hard. How happy that makes me!

If you visit our adopted village, do tell me if you find any other reasons for choosing Restábal ... I'm sure there will be!

Photos and post by Susan at Casa Tagomago

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[ohthehusansity-blog]

Chapter 2 Whip Lash

Morning came too quickly. The sun tore through your blinds and your phone alarm singing “get get up… get get up…. get get up… ooh” irritated you enough to sit up in bed. With a long, lazy yawn, you swing your feet around and hunch over the side of the bed as you mentally prepared for the day. It wasn’t fair that your brain made you feel like you had only gotten a couple of minutes of sleep, not the nine hours you planned for. You had come home pretty late. You let out a heavy sigh and hope out of bed to get ready for the day.

Your room wasn’t that big, but it wasn’t too small either. Coming in there was a dual-door closet to the left and your bathroom adjacent to it. Moving a little forward was a small desk area that was in front your entertainment center that was waist high, a good sized flat-screen resting on top. Against the only window in the room was your bed, a queen covered in stuffed animals from your childhood and mismatched bedding. There was also a small nightstand by your bed, but like most surfaces in the room, it was covered in papers and other knick-knacks that you just couldn't be bothered with putting away. You’re room wasn’t messy… but it wasn’t very clean either.

You have a fleeting thought of cleaning when you got home as you brushed your teeth.

The events of last night ran through your head and you groaned as you felt a small bump at the top of your head. That ass-hole’s head was like a rock. Well he is a skeleton, you think to yourself and brushed your hair more gingerly. Pulling on a deep red, long sleeved shirt with black wings on the back, some dark blue-jeans, footie socks and your ever fashionable steel-toed leather boots, you grabbed your green parka and headed out into the world. Locking your door, your back straightened when you heard a whistle.

“Lookin good neighbor. Got someone to impress?”

You grimaced. “You say that every morning, Kye,” you grinned, looking up how long you had until your bus.

Kye (pronounced K-eye) was a tall man, easily over six foot, with a well toned body and a cheshire grin. His tan skin and steely gaze made him the epitome of handsomeness, his medium length black hair tickling the sides of his face. He crossed his arms and leaned against his door frame. “One of these days you’ll come around and I won’t know what to do with myself,” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes. “Flattery don’t charge these batteries soldier,” you quoted Wreck It Ralph, “Honestly, Kye, we’re friends. Your lady friends are already jealous I get you for dinner.” You both laugh. You remembered a time where you were interested in Kye. You had been hopeless, but in the end you knew that you wouldn’t feel comfortable with a lady’s man by your side. Especially since you wanted someone serious and Kye was…. well he was a swinger to say the least. Half of you thought he’d fuck anything that moved if he were able. But over all he was a nice guy.

“Oh my sweet heroine, how will I ever get over my addiction of the delicious high you give me night after night?” He swooned.

“Heroine? Haha, if someone were listening to us talk they’d think you had the biggest crush on me, you know that right?” you chuckled, “I really gotta go. See ya.”

“Haha, you get me up and then leave me hanging. But oh the view when you leave,” he called to you as you made your way down the stairs. You rolled your eyes again as you made your way to the bus stop in front of your apartment complex. Kye was really hard to gauge.

Sometimes you wished that the sun was able to reach this part of the sidewalk, but as you watched your bus rumble down the road you knew warmth would embrace you soon. I hope there aren’t many crowds today. It’s Sunday so there’s a chance. You mentally prayed to any God you could to let the streets be quiet.

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Humming happily you hopped off your bus, feeling chipper and energized. No one had boarded the bus and few people were walking on the sidewalk. The streets were flowing easily and the wind kissed your face pleasantly. Today has got to be a good day, you tell yourself as you look up at the sky. It was like a 90’s film outside. Everything just seemed nostalgic and photographic. Your heart tugged happily as some rays from the sun caught glistening snow being blown off the roof of a bank across the street. Just as you were about to open the building to your office, you were ripped off the stairs.

There went your good day.

Catching yourself before you fell on your ass, you looked up to see who deserved your glare. Low and behold, there stood Sans. “You!” you cried out angrily. He chuckled darkly, his hands stuffed in his pockets and looking down on you. You saw he was wearing the exact same thing as yesterday, except his shirt was replaced with crimson turtleneck, and you grimaced. You mentally hoped that he hadn’t slept in his clothes, but some stains on his gym shorts didn’t convince you otherwise.

“Me,” he rumbled, taking his hands out of his pockets to shrug theatrically. Was… was he winking at you?

You pick yourself up and rubbed dirt off your hands onto your jeans. Time to get this over with. “Look, Skeleton guy-”

“The name's Sans,” he interrupted, his scowl returning, looking every bit irritated with you as you were with him.

“Sans,” you exaggerated, “I’m sorry about yesterday. I want to make it up to you. I guess I do kind of owe you for being nosy and ruining your, er, sex life.”

The light in his eye flickered out and he began to sweat. Skeletons can sweat? You reach your hand out, “How about we start over. I’m (Y/N). I like Rock music and eating good food. Now you, Skeleton.”

He seemed to look at your hand and hesitated, his kind of just hanging in the air a few inches from yours. You huffed and grabbed it, shaking roughly to snap him out of what ever head trap he was in. It seemed to work.

“Er, uh, yeah. Like I said, the name’s Sans. I like mustard and hot-dogs,” he shook back, looking away from you with an irritation and boredom, his crimson eye appearing again. You breath a laugh and raised a brow at him. He almost seemed embarrassed. Almost. “As for making last night up to me,” he murmured and yanked you to him harshly, grinning from ear to ear as he slowly looked back towards you. “I have a few ideas as to-”

“I refuse,” you say flatly, chopping his hand away. He recoiled and held his wrist with pain, cursing and shaking from anger.

“I thought we were starting over, bitch!” he yelled, the flame in his eye again.

You climb the steps to the front door of your building, looking over your shoulder,“Come with me to my office, you pervert. We’ll talk more and figure something out, but I am not your play-thing. Got it? In the human world, forcing your will on others is called ‘rape’ and it is very illegal. I get that you monsters did things differently in the Underground, but I think it’s time you understand that this isn’t the Underground. You can’t do as you please here.”

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Sans clenched his jaw as he followed you into the building.

You can’t do as you please.

Some high and mighty shit she's spewin’, he thought to himself, but decided to hold it in. He wanted you to start trusting him and this was the perfect way to do it. He had to admit, when you came out and apologized he was a taken aback. He hadn’t pegged you for the pathetic type, but apparently your encounter with him had left an impression. Perfect. He was already in your head.

So she works here huh, he thought to himself. How boring. This was the Electrical Engineering building, but the only exciting thing about this place was the basement. There were very little cameras, so he was able to slip in an out of there in more ways than one. Sans started to groan as you started up the second flight of stairs. “Hey, kid, you tryin’ ta kill me here?” he whined, hunching over as he trudged up the steps. His head shot up when you chuckled.

“Don’t be such a lazy bag of bones,” you snickered, already at the top and beckoning him, “Come on, it’s not much further.”

He huffed and reached the top of the stairs, horribly out of breath and leaning on the stair railing with sweat dripping over his skull. “Good, good,” you mockingly cooed to him, “Now just one more flight of stairs and we’ll be home free!”

“Are you fucking serious?” Sans scowled, What kind of sick game was this bitch playing at? I bet she likes seeing me suffer or something, a real freak, he told himself as he trudged up the next flight of stairs. Taking this as an opportunity, he examined your body. You weren't exactly voluptuous, but there were some curves there. The smell of Strawberries wafted down toward him as you flicked your hair, taking the last few steps toward the top. As you turned, he could see that you had a decent ass and your wrack wasn’t that bad. Without thinking, he had stopped and found himself staring at you above him. Something about the way the light hit your face caught his attention. Her eyes are (E/C). They looked… happy?

Confusion came across your face when you saw him, quickly being replaced with a scowl. “You done, Marquis De Sans?” she huffed and crossed her arms. Sans raised a brow at you. Who the fuck were you using as a pun?

“Jokes don’t work if no one knows who you’re talking about,” he huffed as he made it to the top of stairs. He was a few inches taller than you, and it felt nice to go back to looking down at the pathetic human. You only grinned mischievously. Weird.

“I guess you should get out more so people can understand who I’m talking about then,” you chirped and walked into a room off to the right. “Come on, we gotta talk more about how I can make things up to you, rather than bashing each other.”

Did she just say I’m a nobody? Sans seethed. He thought about whether or not his plan was worth it, or if he should kill you now. It was obvious you had a death wish.

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You jumped when Sans slammed the door behind him. Rude. “Hey, if my boss where here I’d get in a lot of trouble for that. Careful you numbskull,” you cried out in frustration. He only glared at you and slumped in an unoccupied chair opposite of you. “Geez,” you took a deep breath and pulled up your work, forgetting to take off your parka. Sans leaned his head on his palm and slouched heavily in his seat. Something about it irked you. Don’t worry about how he’s sitting, you tell yourself, you brought him in here to talk. He seemed to have been thinking the same thing. “So what’s to talk about? I say the only way to make up for scaring my pet away is to give me the good time you took away from me,” he griped. You heard him mumble something about how sloppy seconds wasn’t usually his thing.

Really?

“Look, just quit with the sex talk, got it?” you waved his words away, “You want to have an actually good time? I can take out on the town, show you places, etcetera, but I am not having sex with you because your ‘pet’ ran out on you. If anything, you should be talking to her about that business, not me.” Glancing in his direction, you saw that he was staring at you intently. You felt goosebumps on your arms and it made you uncomfortable. What was he thinking.

He hummed, continuing his stare, “I suppose you’re right about that. But ever since that night she hasn’t talked to me, so I guess she’s not interested.”

“Not surprising…”

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing,” you drawled and clicked away on your video. It was obvious this monster was more than arrogant about himself, and since you were trying to make peace it wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to keep picking on him the way you were. You just couldn’t help it. He made it too easy. I wonder what he thought about my sudden apology, you think to yourself. He probably he left such an impression on me I couldn't keep away from him or something, the arrogant ass. You snicker to yourself.

“What’s so funny? Are you laughing at me now? It’s your fault that she left. Tsk,” Sans looked away, his irritation was overpowering the room. I guess he’s getting close to his boiling point. God, this is all such a pain.

You scooted back and looked over at him, imitating his sitting position. It was actually pretty comfortable. “Look, just relax. I’m not the one that tried to kill you last night, so I don’t see why I’m the one who’s having all the laughs,” you tried to sound genuine. The look on his face made you realize that he took it the wrong way. “All I’m saying is that I’m sure we can figure something out that isn’t sex. I do feel bad…” Your voice trailed off. In truth, you felt bad for the girl. You thought about how she must have felt when you caught them. It made your heart clench. But the thick and thin of it was that Sans was the one that made it a problem, and you wanted to get it fixed so you didn’t have to deal with him anymore. If you were honest with yourself, he was kind of a dick.

He scooted closer to you and leaned into your personal bubble, “There ain't no better time to be had, girlie.” His eyes lidded as he looked you up and down. “Who ya savin’ yourself for that you can’t just be mine?”

You snort.

“Saving myself?” you laugh and pull back a bit so you don’t topple into him, “I’m not some virgin who’s trying to wait until the person’s right.” You continue laughing until he pulled your face to him. The small bruises from the other day sending pings of pain, making you hiss.

“So what’s the problem? You saying you’re not even curious?” He hummed to you, eyes still lidded as his grip softened and his fingers brushed the side of your face. His gaze was intense and you could feel your face flush.

“I know what a skeleton looks like thanks,” you shrugged away from his hand and rubbed the blush off your face. Sans went silent, but you could feel his eyes on you. “No sex, Sans. I mean it.”

He suddenly stood up and you raised your arms in defense, but something about his face caught your breath. His face was dark with anger. You cringed as he took a step towards you, but were surprised when he petted your head. Sans pulled a stand of your hair towards him and his harsh gaze softened. He breathed out a sigh. What?

“Then,” he nearly whispered, “How about a date? Let me take you out instead. I suppose... I have to apologize too. Your neck must hurt.”

Your fingers reflexively touched your neck. It was pretty sore. “Well, so long as it’s just a date,” you begin,”But I get to choose where we go.” You pulled away from his hand, letting her hair fall back into place and began to work again. Great. This was gonna happen. Why were you so nervous all of a sudden? You could feel your heart beating faster as you went back to working, handing the skeleton your phone. “Put your number in there and I’ll text you my days off later.”

With a wide grin, the skeleton punched his number into your phone. He put it down next to you and sat back in the chair. Was the room getting hot, or was it just you? Duh, you still had your jacket on. You swiftly took off your jacket and hung it on the back of your chair. The chilled air of the office made it easier to breathe. Sans shifted in his seat.

“Nice,” you heard him murmur. You had to admit, you didn’t expect him to stay after he put his number in his phone. “Hey,” he called. You tried to focus.

“Since it’s a date,” he mused, chuckling darkly, “I want to touch you.”

“No.”

“Isn’t that how dates go? The guy wraps his arm around the girl and then they kiss and blah blah blah?” he was having fun with this, scooting closer to you again.

You sighed and pushed back from your desk. You weren’t going to be able to work with him here. “I’m not that kind of girl,” you glared at Sans. His confusion told you that you were the first girl to tell him that, “This isn’t even a real date. It’s just to appease you. Don’t get a swelled head over it.”

He chuckled darkly and his voice rumbled as he talked, “Oh, but it’s hard when I’m goin’ out with a girl with a sweet ass.”

SMACK

Sans fell out of his chair and held his face. “What the fuck!” he roared.

You shook your hand, the impact of his bone had really hurt. “What kind of game do you think this is, you sleazeball?!” you hollered, genuine surprise crossing San's face as he looked up at you. “You think I’m going out with you because I want anything to do with you? This again isn’t a real date! This is just an outing! We’re not even friends you shit-head! You and me? Not ever gonna happen! Now get out of my office! I have work to do, God damn it!” you grab the bag of bones by his hood and shoved him out your office door, locking it behind him.

You hugged the door with your back and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. What was up with that guy? you thought about what you had just done and slid down the to sit on the floor. You hit him. So much for making peace with the guy. Stupid, stupid, stupid, you thought as you put your face in your hands. This guy was making you crazy. It was like he knew just what to say to piss you off. You didn’t want to hit him, but he kept pushing your buttons!

He complimented you.

Your cheeks dusted with pink as you shook your head. That wasn’t a compliment, he was objectifying me like a pig!

Who ya savin’ yourself for that you can’t just be mine?

His? Like hell. This had been a bad idea. You should have never tried to fix anything with that ass-hole! You got up and picked up your phone, looking for his contact so you could delete it. When you found it, you hesitated, sighing and chuckling a bit. This idiot. Why would he put Numbskull as his contact name? You put your phone down and started working again. You’d have to worry about this tonight. No drawing it out. But for now, you had to work.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Switch POV

Sans laid on the tiled floor right outside the door where you had thrown him. Sleazeball? he asked himself, That’s a bit harsh. I may be an ingrate, but I’m not a sleazeball. Am I? He sat up and looked at the office door. Somehow he knew it was locked. Welp, he thought, I guess I’ll just sit here. Not like I have anyone better to do at the moment.

Anything.

God, am I a sleazeball? Sans sweated. There was no way. He hadn’t touched your body even though he had been dying to rip that shirt off of you. All he did was tell you you had a nice ass! What the fuck was with this cunt? Sans tapped his head on the wall a few times, trying to think more clearly. Honestly, he had thought you had started to flirt with him in there. You were looking at him from the corner of your eye and even started blushing. He could see your heart rate jump and could have sworn you shivered from goosebumps in there. He knew he had seen it. But then why did things end up like this?

“Fucking pain in my ass. I can’t wait until I have her like putty in my hands,” he seethed, scoffing at your anger. He had obviously taken the hard way with this bitch, but that just made him want to prize all the more. He wanted you to be sobbing at his feet, to see you begging him to stay by your side. He wanted to know that your world was nothing without him. Sans balled his fists in rage. She has this all coming! She doesn’t even realize how in love with him she was gonna be! Head over heels! Completely twitterpated! Smitten to oblivion! He even caressed her face! Touched her hair! Girls loved that shit! So what the fuck was her problem!?

Sans stood up and stormed down the stairs. There was no way he was gonna waste his time on an unattractive wench like you! He could just go to Grillbys and get new tail! You weren’t shit! He didn’t want to spend his money when he knew he wasn’t gonna get anything out of it! You were a wall!

She’s more guarded than I am!

On the second platform, he stopped with his thoughts. Was that it? Were you like him? He thought back to your face when you threw him out. It had been beet red, your hair framing your face just right. You hadn’t known it but your shirt had ridden up a bit and it gave Sans a perfect tease of your hips. Toned and flush to the bone underneath. Your hands balled into fists that fit like puzzle pieces to your curves. For a second there, he thought you were going to cry. He knew that kind of anger. It wasn’t real.

Sans felt his bones get hotter the more he thought about that face. That body. He was going to destroy it, break it, make it his. His phone buzzed and Sans fished it out of his pocket. It was an unknown number. Is she already texting me? What the hell? I thought she was mad at me! It was like you knew just how to throw him off his game. It pissed him off.

[Y/N] Hey Sans, it’s (Y/N). I figured the best way that we can get on with our lives and never have to see each other again is to just do this thing tonight. I’m free in another hour. I want to go to the fair that’s in town. I don’t have any money, so you’re gonna have to pay for all of it. I’ll meet you in front of the building.

[Numbskull] sure

…

[Numbskull] if we’re going to the fair, I have to warn you that some of my buddies might be there. you’ll have to play along if you don’t want to die

It wasn’t a lie. Toriel and Frisk were going to the Fair every day that it was in town, and knowing Toriel, tonight was no exception. If Toriel and Frisk were going to be there, there was a good chance Papyrus would be too. Just thinking about it pissed Sans off. He didn’t want to have to explain to Papyrus why he was ogling a human girl. Papyrus didn’t get the sex-appeal they had. Thought their flesh was in the way. Sans was pretty sure it was because all the girls that Papyrus took interest in got scared and ran away. He chuckled. Papyrus was a shit-head.

But if they would be at the fair, he knew they’d question him. Having a renegade human with him would be balls to explain, especially when they would expect him to beat you into submission. As titillating as that sounded, Sans didn’t see the point in breaking a new toy when he first got it. The trick was to lure you in and pounce. Sure he’d break you later, but right now he needed to get your devotion. Otherwise you’d run. And he wasn’t about to let that happen. He eagerly waited for your response while he saved your into his phone.

[Sweet Ass] Yeah, sure. I get how this might look to them, no problem.

[Numbskull] it’s not that, they would just want to rip you apart is all hahaha

[Sweet Ass] I get it. What do I have to do?

[Numbskull] pretend to be devoted to me in every way possible

[Sweet Ass] No

[Numbskull] your funeral

[Sweet Ass] As in No, not in every way possible. I’ll act devoted, but I still don’t want anything physical. Do. You. Understand?

Sans laughed. You were much easier to deal with over text. It was kinda sexy how you were bossing him around. Sans shook his head, Come on Sans. Think with your top head not with the bottom. Gotta use them Stratagems for this one. He quickly agreed to your message and headed down the rest of the stairs. The fair was the perfect place to start a romance, he’d seen it on TV all the time. The Ferris-wheel was his best bet. Girls always got nostalgic and lustful at the top of the Ferris-wheels. And he’d win you a prize. Bitches loved prizes. His phone buzzed again.

[Sweet Ass] (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:-~✧ see I knew we could work something out

Sans stared at the message for a minute and shoved his phone in his pocket. Anger crept over him as his cheekbones flushed. The fuck is up with this girl, sending me cute shit out of the blue. One minute she’s mad and the next…

Maybe she wasn’t a complete pain in the ass.

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Market America|SHOP.COM's 2017 International Convention At The Greensboro, North Carolina Coliseum Is A Dazzling Experience For All In Attendance & Celebrates 25 Years Of Entrepreneurial Success

25,000 Global UnFranchise Owners & entrepreneurs together with Jamie Foxx, Alicia Keys, Swizz Beats, Scottie Pippen, Fat Joe, La La Anthony, Amar'e & Alexis Stoudemire, the President & CEO of the Better Business Bureau & others celebrate the ecommerce powerhouse's revolutionary Shopping Annuity program & 25 years of entrepreneurial success

GREENSBORO, North Carolina, Aug. 17, 2017 /PRNewswire/ -- A tour de force took the Greensboro Coliseum by storm from August 10th through 13th for the 2017 Market America|SHOP.COM International Convention and 25th Anniversary Celebration.  The event showcased many exciting updates for the company including new technologies, new products, new strategic initiatives, new opportunities being seized and, most importantly, how to "Convert Spending Into Earning" and create an ongoing income through the company's revolutionary "Shopping Annuity" program.  The Shopping Annuity rewards smart consumers for shifting their purchases of the same everyday products that they are already purchasing from multiple brands to SHOP.COM.  This is effected by analyzing consumer spending habits with cutting edge digital tools, using SHOP.COM's comparison shopping engine to find the best prices and allowing consumers to earn up to 50% Cashback on qualifying purchases.

25,000 entrepreneurs fill the Greensboro Coliseum for Market America/SHOP.COM's 2017 International Convention & 25th Anniversary Celebration.

"Together we are changing the world by leveraging our collective buying power to build our own economy that pays us all to shop," said JR Ridinger, Founder, Chairman and CEO of Market America|SHOP.COM. "People everywhere are succeeding more rapidly through Market America's UnFranchise® business.  The Shopping Annuity has facilitated this unprecedented growth and strength of the UnFranchise® business model; we couldn't be more proud of the continuing successes of our UnFranchise Owners."  Ridinger continued "with our one-to-one marketing, universal shopping cart, referral tracking system and the power of people, our economic future is now squarely in the hands of the consumer.  This has been 25 years in the making and we're just getting started." 

The event featured the Market America|SHOP.COM executive team, tens of thousands of successful entrepreneurs and celebrity guests, including Academy Award winner Jamie Foxx, multiple Grammy winner Alicia Keys, Grammy winner Swizz Beats, NBA Hall Of Famer and 6 time NBA Champion Scottie Pippen, Grammy-nominated artist and entrepreneur Fat Joe (the company's President of Urban & Latino Development), actress/entrepreneur La La Anthony, 6 time NBA All-Star Amar'e Stoudemire, Alexis Stoudemire, fashion and beauty influencer Esther Houston and Kevin Hinterberger (President & CEO of the Better Business Bureau).   

Among the highlights of the event:

JR Ridinger, Founder, Chairman & CEO of the company, could not contain his enthusiasm for the success of the Shopping Annuity program, his brainchild.  JR repeatedly demonstrated how adherence to the program generates substantial residual income over an extended period of time, ultimately resulting in great life freedoms for participants.  In traditional JR fashion, he used multiple metaphors and symbols to drive his point home – whether demonstrating the inefficiencies of the "rat race" while on a giant hamster wheel or speaking to "Joe Nobody," who lived and died an anonymous life without taking any chances to build for his future or the pitfalls of "the 45-year plan" that most working people get consumed by without ever realizing it.  Based on digital aggregation and collective buying power and funded by one's existing everyday spending rather than income, JR proved that the Shopping Annuity is the single greatest initiative that will drive both tremendous wealth creation for participants and exponential growth for the company.  He also demonstrated what the company is doing to greatly simplify the Shopping Annuity program.  JR's appreciation for those onboard with him for the long haul was expressed in several emotional and tear-filled presentations from the business maverick.  

Loren Ridinger, Senior Executive Vice President of Market America|SHOP.COM and creator of the Motives by Loren Ridinger cosmetics brand, mesmerized the crowd in her welcome address with her emotional and passion-fueled inspirational message of empowerment and self-love. Loren also wowed the sold out audience with her powerful yet simple message of "You're Not Too Busy" to take control of your life: "Don't be afraid that your life will end. Be afraid that it never began! Dream so big that you scare small minds!"

Market America|SHOP.COM President & COO Marc Ashley detailed the newest features on the SHOP.COM site, including enhancements to its highly successful Cashback program that allows customers to earn money for shopping, as well as enhancements to the company's other digital assets. Marc also showcased the newest version of digital personal shopping assistant SHOP BuddyTM, showcased the company's new MasterCard® gift card offering, showcased the company's newly launched secured credit card program and encouraged attendees to earn cashback via the company's super successful SHOP Local program. The SHOP Local program rewards customers of SHOP.COM for their offline spending (such as eating at restaurants and patronizing service establishments such as dry cleaners and auto repair shops) while at the same time allowing local small business owners to tap into SHOP.COM's huge and super loyal customer base. Marc also shared with the capacity crowd several new cutting edge initiatives by the company, including a new digital assistant that uses Amazon's Alexa product to place orders via voice commands on SHOP.COM and virtual reality technology that the company is exploiting to create the best digital experiential shopping platform available. Furthermore, Marc presented an often hysterically funny roast during his lookback at the company's last 25 years called "The Market America Legacy."

Steve Ashley, President & COO of SHOP.COM, joined Marc Ashley onstage to highlight numerous enhancements to the SHOP.COM shopping and checkout processes, including his non-stop drive to make the overall shopping and checkout experiences as frictionless and enjoyable as possible. Steve also focused on several mobile first initiatives that are empowering SHOP.COM with the best mobile products in ecommerce. Steve's team is leading the charge on the new SHOP.COM digital assistant.

Amber Ridinger-McLaughlin and Duane McLaughlin, creators of DNA Miracles™, unveiled several new additions to the DNA Miracles Line. New products include: DNA Miracles Natural Kids Shampoo + Body Wash, DNA Miracles Natural Kids Conditioner, DNA Miracles Natural Kids Bubble Bath, DNA Miracles Natural Kids Detangler and DNA Miracles Natural Kids Lotion. Amber and Duane's extraordinary passion about ensuring that parents are empowered with the best products for their young children was contagious.

Academy Award winner Jamie Foxx surprised and delighted the crowd with a 30+ minute musical set that included classic songs as well as some of his own. Jamie surprised JR, Loren and the company's executives when he invited them all onstage with him to celebrate, dance and party during his performance. In yet another surprise, Jamie performed Fat Joe's Grammy-nominated single "All The Way Up" together with Fat Joe. Even Fat Joe was surprised. Moreover, Jamie – a dear friend to JR and Loren – expressed his love and admiration for the Ridingers and all that they do to empower people to take control of their lives to succeed.

After delivering a heartfelt presentation about how the Shopping Annuity continues to positively change lives by providing ordinary people with simple ways to build residual income, rap artist and entrepreneur Joseph "Fat Joe" Cartagena, the company's President of Urban and Latino Development, treated the crowd to a performance of his runaway hit "Lean Back." Fat Joe performed onstage with his Terror Squad collaborator TA.

Actress/entrepreneur La La Anthony took the stage to share her strategies for "How To Engage Your Motives Customers," giving the audience great tips on effective engagement and selling techniques for the most successful cosmetics brand on Instagram (the Motives account currently has 2.3 million followers).

NBA Hall-of-Famer and 6 time NBA Champion Scottie Pippen was on hand to spotlight the impressive results and success of his Market America-exclusive product, Prime™ Joint Support by Isotonix®.

Kevin Hinterberger, President & CEO of the Better Business Bureau, gave an unprecedented congratulatory speech that was filled with accolades about the company's global businesses, culture and customer-centric focus. "In a nutshell, they do what's right, even when nobody is looking" said Kevin. Calling the company a "wonderful organization," Kevin relayed several reasons why Market America won the Torch Award For Marketplace Ethics from the Better Business Bureau. Referencing the BBB's company profile for Market America, Kevin compared the company to several other major global corporations and suggested that the audience Google them to see that these other companies' BBB complaints are substantially higher than the company's (incredibly and unusually low at only 6 complaints per 1 million customers). "They make sure that their customers are taken care of" said Kevin.

Set forth below is a link to the master list of stage presentations for the Market America|SHOP.COM 2017 International Convention, including links to video clips of same as well as the overall event highlight video.  

MAIC 2017 Stage Presentation YouTube Playlist: http://bit.ly/MAIC2017Presentations

Set forth below is a list of new products revealed at MAIC as well as links to their product detail pages:

Beauty Products:

Motives Double Take Lipstick Duo

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Motives Filter HD Powder

http://ift.tt/2fMiRjH

http://ift.tt/2i6Z5jw

Motives Luminous Translucent Loose Powder

http://ift.tt/2fNdxNb

http://ift.tt/2i82uPp

Coming Soon:

10 NEW Shades in our NEW Motives Illuminating Liquid Foundation

Motives Iconic Palette featuring 8 eye shadows, a blush & bronzer & 4 lip shades

5 New Motives Pressed Eyeshadows in Shimmery Earth Tones shades Lit, Rebel, Vengeance, Headstrong & Studded

Motives Pressed Bronzer in a soft matte finish; shade is Hampton Socialite

Health & Nutrition Products:

DNA Miracles® Vitamin C + D3 Chews

http://ift.tt/2fNdykd

DNA Miracles® Pre + Post Natal Shake

http://ift.tt/2i6Z6UC

TLS® Plant-Based Protein Shake

http://ift.tt/2fMiRAd

http://ift.tt/2i6Z7b8

Isotonix Essentials Women's Health

http://ift.tt/2fNdyAJ

http://ift.tt/2i6zCXD

Isotonix Essentials Turn Up

http://ift.tt/2fNdz7L

http://ift.tt/2i7veI1

Isotonix Essentials Anti-Aging

http://ift.tt/2fNdzoh

http://ift.tt/2i6Z7YG

Isotonix Essentials Turn Down

http://ift.tt/2fMiRQJ

http://ift.tt/2i6OxkG

Coming Soon (Live on site but not available until 8/31/2017):

TLS® Trim Tea

http://ift.tt/2fNdBMV

http://ift.tt/2i85NpC

Coming Soon:

Royal Spa Essential Oils includes a pack of 5 oils to help elevate, focus, balance, calm & refresh

ABOUT MARKET AMERICA, INC. & SHOP.COM

Market America, Inc. is a product brokerage and Internet marketing company that specializes in One-to-One Marketing. Its mission is to provide a robust business system for entrepreneurs, while providing consumers a better way to shop.  Headquartered in Greensboro, NC, the company was founded in 1992 by Chairman and CEO JR Ridinger and has generated $7.6 billion in accumulated sales.  Market America employs nearly 900 people globally with operations in the United States, Canada, Taiwan, Hong Kong, Australia, United Kingdom, Mexico, Spain and Singapore (Malaysia is opening in September 2017).  Through the company's shopping website, SHOP.COM, consumers have access to over 40 million products, including Market America exclusive brands and thousands of top retail brands. Internet Retailer has ranked SHOP.COM #66 in the 2017 Internet Retailer Top 500 Guide and the 18th fastest growing Internet Mobile Retailer.  By combining Market America's entrepreneurial business model with SHOP.COM's powerful comparative shopping engine, Cashback program, Hot Deals, ShopBuddy™, social shopping integration and countless other features, the company has become the ultimate online shopping destination.

For more information, please visit http://ift.tt/P1brOA or http://www.SHOP.COM.   

Media Contact: Jason Geller 212-920-0398 [email protected] 

Fat Joe & TA of Terror Squad perform Fat Joe's smash hit "Lean Back" for the capacity crowd.

  JR Ridinger, Loren Ridinger, La La Anthony & Alicia Keys in the front row.

  JR Ridinger enters the stage to massive applause & fanfare.

  Loren & JR Ridinger onstage during pre-event rehearsal.

  Jamie Foxx during his 30+ minute musical set that paid tribute to the company's 25 years of entrepreneurial success.

  Loren Ridinger enters the stage & dazzles.

  Marc Ashley enters the stage to massive applause & fanfare.

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