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claireverlasting · 9 months
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for the bingo: jack !
- @we-are-inevitable ✨
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As you can see I have no particular thoughts about Mr Jack Kelly, he’s cool, it’s cool to read about him, but I only think about him when I need to write him so
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cas-skz · 1 year
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Our Girl
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Bangchan x Fem!Reader
| non idol au | single parents au | ex to lovers |
18+!!! PLEASE&THANK YOU. MDNI!!
Chan has your five year old daughter Emma for the weekend, but during a vicious hurricane you realize she forgot her stuffie and head out to deliver it. When a tree blocks the road, you’re forced to stay the night…or two.
warnings: alcohol, unprotected sex, cum shot. little cursing
REQUESTS ARE OPEN :]
writers note: yea hello hi my friends. jac used my full real name and “my fucking heart you bitch” when she read this so I hope you feel the same. And yes I named their kid emma so I could scream it like on H2O
enjoy! cas xx
The sounds of children's laughter filled the playground. Your eyes followed Emma as she ran around, making friends with the other kids and joining them in games. She got her social skills from her father, that was for sure.
Emma was born just after you graduated from college. Her dad, Chan, had just started his career as a music producer and you had signed as a junior designer for a fashion line. Life got busy, between both your jobs and raising a baby, you and Chan eventually drifted from each other.
One thing you appreciated about Chan was how much he cared. He checks in daily and gets her anything she needs. Even though he doesn’t have much free time, when he has the chance, he always spends it with her.
“Daddy!” Emma’s voice screamed out from the crowd of kids, her curly locks flying behind her as she ran towards Chan.
You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them embracing. Chan lifting her in the air and hugging her tightly, kissing her cheeks until she told him to stop. You wished you could stay in these moments, where everything felt okay.
It had been a couple weeks since you’d seen Chan in person. He would video call every night to read Emma a story, taking a bit of time to chat with her about their days. It reminded you of the nightly calls you shared with him years ago.
After a few moments with Emma, he joined you on the bench. “When will she stop growing?”
“In like 10-15 years.” You groan with a laugh, leaning back on the bench and turning slightly to Chan. He looked tired, but he was much more toned than you remembered.
“We’re gonna be so old.” Chan said dramatically.
You nudged his arm, “we’re already old.”
He whined a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess we are. You’re still older though.” He chuckled.
You rolled your eyes and laughed, looking back towards the playground. “So, what do you have planned tonight?”
It was the first time in a long time that Chan was able to take Emma for the weekend. She was head over heels excited.
“Homemade pizzas, cupcakes for dessert,”
You interrupted, “Chocolate?”
“Of course, she’d flip if not.” Chan laughed, “I also got a couple of those bracelet making kits, since she’s been going on about them” he went on for a few minutes about all the different things he had planned.
You couldn’t help but smile, hearing how excited he was made your heart happy.
He stopped and looked at you, a bright red creeping onto his ears. “What?”
“Thank you.” You said after a long moment, your eyes fell to the ground before back to Emma. “You’re a really great dad, and she’s lucky to have you. We’re really lucky.”
You spent the next little while chatting, catching up on life before Emma came running over to you both, “I’m hungry!” She whined in a dramatic voice.
The three of you went to a nearby pizza place as storm clouds started to roll in. You quickly got to your cars, giving Chan her overnight bag and you said your goodbyes. “You call mommy if you need anything, okay? I hope you have so much fun with Daddy.”
The storm started a few hours later. Chan confirmed they had gotten back to his place and you decided to relax for the night - or at least try to. The movie was almost over when the power went out and you sighed softly before moving to your bed.
You had just sat down when you felt a soft bump under the blanket, pulling it out to see Emma’s stuffed rabbit. She slept with it every night and you knew she’d have trouble without it.
Without a second thought, you grabbed your keys and headed to your car, trying to reach Chan as you drove through the storm.
It took you twice as long to get to his place, and the phone lines had stopped working by the time you pulled in. Candles flickered through the windows and you made the dash to his front door.
“What the fuck?! Are you actually crazy?” Chan said as he pulled you in the house. You were soaking wet just from the few seconds in the rain. You unzipped your jacket and pulled her bunny from under your shirt. “She forgot, Mr. Hopper.”
“Daddy, you’re not supposed to say Fuck.” Emma said coming into the entry way in a tutu and gently taking the plushie from your hand. “Thank you for keeping him dry, and bringing him. He was scared.” She turned in a circle and walked back into the living room.
You smiled softly and turned to leave, but Chan held the door closed. “I’m not letting you drive again.”
You rolled your eyes at him, “I got here perfectly fine, didn’t I?”
As if the weather gods were on his side, a loud snap came from across the street.
“Timber!” Emma yelled from the living room.
Chan moved to look out the window next to the door, “Looks like you’re stuck.”
You groaned quietly as you peered outside, noticing a tree fallen down across the road.
It took you a while to settle down. It was weird being in his home, feeling his energy after so long. After a couple glasses of wine, you finally relaxed into the couch a bit.
You laid on your side, flashlight on the bracelet making that was happening on the floor. You smiled as you watched Emma pick out different beads and carefully string them together, but your eyes kept drifting to Chan.
You didn’t remember the last time you saw him so happy. It looked good on him.
His eyes flashed up to catch yours for a second before you quickly moved them back to Emma. A lump in your throat started to grow. You tried to drown it with the wine.
“Sweet dreams, my beautiful girl. I love you so so much.” You kissed Emma’s forehead a few times before sending her upstairs with Chan.
The tension in the air finally lifted a bit, and you took the opportunity to look around his place. It was nicely decorated, with different paintings and albums on the walls. You walked slowly through the halls until you found his studio.
Your fingers ran slowly along the shelves of his music collection, pulling out a few to admire the cover work. A baby picture of Emma caught your eye, and you slowly walked over to Chan’s desk.
You smiled to yourself, starting to gaze over the other pictures he had out. They were mostly of Emma, no surprise. Though, a small frame with two pictures, sitting directly in the middle of his desk, caught your eye.
A wave of emotions started to hit as you looked at the photos. One was of you, laying in bed sleeping and another was of the two of you when you first met.
Tears started to fall from your eyes, you slowly set the picture back in its place. You turn to leave the room. You stop in your tracks, gasping, seeing Chan standing in the doorway, a glass of dark liquor in hand.
“Sorry.” You start, your eyes focusing on the glass before falling to the ground. He hated drinking. “I was just having a look around. The place is really nice.”
He smiled softly, “thanks.”
He shot back the rest of the liquor, walking over grab the picture you had put down. “This was the morning we found out about Emma.”
You turned your back to him as he leaned against the desk, his eyes following you as you avoided his gaze. The room felt heavy with tension again as it fell silent for a long moment, wind and rain hitting the windows the only sound filling the room.
You didn’t want to admit how much you missed him, how much you wanted your little family back together. He was your best friend and feeling so drifted apart from him broke your heart.
“The guest room is made up, I threw some clothes for you in change in.”
“Thank you.” You turned to look at him, a few more tears falling. “I’m gonna head up.” You forced a smile and turned to leave.
Chan’s hand caught your wrist before you could make it out, his grip gently against your skin. You turned, looking at him through watery eyes.
Your body unconsciously took a step towards him, and his arms wrapped tightly around your head and shoulders, pulling you into a hug.
It caught you off guard at first. The warmth of his body, his familiar scent. It made your stomach erupt with butterflies.
You finally wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest.
When Chan finally pulled back, he quickly wiped his face and sniffed. “Just let me know if you need anything.”
Sleeping was nearly impossible, the noise outside was horrid. The tears hadn’t managed to stop falling and everything was cold since the power was still out.
You had just closed your eyes again when Emma’s soft voice woke you. “What’s wrong baby?”
She clung to Mr. Hopper, “I had a bad dream and now the storm is scary. Can you come sleep with me and Daddy?”
It was only then you noticed Chan in the doorway, half asleep, hair a mess.
You sat up in bed a bit, tucking a piece of hair behind Emma’s ear. “I don’t know if daddy would like that sweetie. Why don’t you go with him, he’ll keep you safe.”
“But I want you both.”
Chan insisted it was okay and you let Emma guide you towards his bedroom. You both took a side and let her in the middle.
Emma yawned, snuggling into Chan’s arm while holding onto yours. “Night night mommy and daddy.” She said sleepily.
You kept your eyes on her as she fell asleep, but could feel his gaze on you. Your eyes move to him, meeting with his. You looked at each other for a long moment and it felt like your heart was going to explode.
You smiled softly and let your eyes close.
The quiet sound of chatting woke you up. Emma was sitting up on the bed, babbling away with Chan.
You stretched out groaning, turning on your side to cuddle into Emma.
“Mommy! We’re gonna build a fort, do you wanna help?!”
You happily agreed, quickly washing up before meeting Chan and Emma downstairs. Emma was dragging all the blankets and sheets from the linen closet, and Chan was in the kitchen raiding his pantry.
“Do you need any help?” You asked as you walked into the kitchen.
Chan sighed quietly, turning around with a few random boxes in hand. “I didn’t realize how hard it was to make breakfast without power.”
You grabbed a box of crackers from his hand, peaking into the pantry to check what else he had. “Can you cut up a banana and apple, please?” You ask, setting out some peanut butter, Nutella and granola
He rose an eyebrow at the items you pulled out before grabbing a knife and starting to cut the fruits.
You quickly spread PB on some of the crackers and Nutella on the others. Sprinkled some granola and started to grab the pieces of fruit Chan had cut, placing them on top.
“How did you come up with that so fast?” He asked, lifting Emma into his arms as she came running into the kitchen.
Her eyes went wide at the sight of the makeshift breakfast, “Snacky Crackers for breakfast?” She asked excitedly, reaching over to grab one.
“Special occasions only, and I guess the power being out can count as one.” You laughed, starting to munch. “Emma was the one who came up with it. I wasn’t feeling good one night and she brought me these.”
“I’m kind of a genius cooking person.” Emma said confidently.
“A chef.” You and Chan said at the same time.
After finishing eating, the three of you headed to the living room to build the fort, which ended up taking over the whole living room. You told stories, played board games and found different ways to pass the time.
The power was still out when the evening came, and the tree was still blocking the road out. You had no choice but to spend another night.
You’re not sure what time it was when you woke up from a nightmare, gasping for air and tears falling. They didn’t happen as much as they used to, but the effect always left you anxious and restless for a while.
You pushed out of bed after a few minutes and started pacing up and down the hall. You sang ‘you are my sunshine’ quietly. When you turned to walk the other way, Chan has stepped into the hall.
“Oh, sorry. I’m just having trouble getting back to sleep.”
“Nightmare?” He asked.
You bit your lip gently and nodded, sighing quietly as you started to walk towards the guest bedroom. “Sorry for waking you.”
“Y/N…” Chan said quietly, “Come sleep with me.” He extended his hand to you.
He knew you’d never get back to sleep alone.
You took his hand and let him guide you, crawling into the bed from his side. You flipped on your side to face him as he settled back into bed.
“Come here.” Chan said, sinking down into the bed with one arm opened, making a little spot for you.
You slid up and tucked yourself under his arm, resting your head on his shoulder and a hand his bare chest. Your body calmed almost immediately.
“You didn’t have to do this for me.” You said quietly, your fingers moving slowly across his skin.
“But it helped, didn’t it.”
“It did.” You looked up at him, meeting his eyes. “Thank you. For everything.” You moved your self up a bit, placing a gently kiss on his cheek.
Your lips barely left his cheek when he turned his head to catch you, pressing his lips deeply into yours.
Your hand slid up to his neck as you kissed back, a soft moan escaping your lips in between the tender kisses.
His hand rested gently on your hip as the two of you made out.
Chan slowly moved on top of you, his lips moving to your neck, sucking gently on your sweet spot.
“We shouldn’t…” You said quietly. Your body was starting to cave into him.
Honestly, it was driving you a little crazy how bad you did want him. You hadn’t stopped wanting him.
“I know.” Chan said, his breath hot in your ear. “I just miss you so much.”
You lifted his head back to yours, kissing him again as a tear fell from your eye. “I miss you too, Channie.”
The last time you hooked up with him after the breakup was at Emma’s birthday party, almost a full year ago. You hadn’t been with anyone else since him. He was the one.
“You know it’s always been you.” Chan kissed your lips again, “it will always be you.”
You pulled his lips to yours, smiling into your kisses. It felt like a weight lifted off your chest, and as if it was some sort of sign, the power came back on.
From down the hall, Emma screamed awake. You and Chan both rolled out of bed instantly, going to her room to see her sitting up in bed, giggling to herself.
“People are scared of the dark, but the lights scared me!”
You shook your head laughing, sending Chan in to help her back to sleep as you went downstairs to turn off things that had been on before the power outage.
Chan was just leaving Emma’s room as you reached the top of the stairs, “She fell back asleep really fast.” He chuckled, his eyes on you as you walked towards him.
When you were almost to him, you slid your panties off from under the oversized shirt you were wearing, tossing them aside before l finishing your walk.
Your hand slid slowly up his chest, “Is daddy going to help me go to sleep too?”
His hand gripped the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss, his other arm swooping down to pick you up from under your leg.
Chan carried you to the bed, you stopped to remind him to lock the door. Emma had almost walked in on your two at her birthday party, thankfully you had just finished.
He lifted you onto the bed, kicking off his pj pants before climbing on the bed, hovering above you. “You know, this is the first time since Emma was born that we’ve had sex twice in under a year.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, smacking his arm gently as he leaned down to kiss you. “Should we keep count for the next few months til her birthday?” Chan said, his lips moving to your neck.
“You think you can keep track?” You giggle, reaching down to stroke his cock. He moved up a bit, his hand replacing yours as he ran the tip of his cock through your folds before slowly thrusting in.
You gasped a moan as your head fell back, your wet walls expanding from his thick cock. His lips found your neck again, kissing and sucking gently at your skin.
Chan’s hand ran gently on your outer thigh, lifting your leg a bit as he continued to thrust slowly, filling your body with chills and goosebumps.
You cursed quietly as your peak already started to approach, you pulled Chan’s lips back to yours, giving him a deep kiss as your walls started to contract, your wetness dampening the spot underneath you.
His lips moved softly against yours, only lifting the tiniest bit when a few moans and curses left his mouth.
Your body shook gently as he pulled out, the feeling on his warm cum spraying up your torso.
You ran your hands though his hair as you kissed him for a few minutes, unable to stop smiling.
“And I think that’s the fastest we’ve made each other cum.” Chan said smirking.
You covered your face with both hands, laughing into them. “Do you keep track of our whole sex life?”
“Not hard to do when my girl fucks so good every time.” He said, nuzzling his nose between your hands to kiss your lips.
The sun had just started to come up when you and Chan went for a shower. Knowing Emma would be up soon, sleep was going to have to wait.
Sitting on the counter, you happily sipped on a cup of coffee as Chan cooked breakfast, bacon and eggs.
He turned to you while it started to cook, his hands running up your tights as he kissed your lips softly.
“Are you kissing?!” Emma yelled from the entryway, running over to the two of you, hugging Chan’s leg as she looked up at you both with eager eyes.
Chan lifted her onto the counter next to you, placing a kiss on her forehead, “And what if we were?” He asked with a laugh.
Emma made a long thinking sound, “Gross, but only because kissing boys seems icky.”
“How would you know?” You asked
“Rylan kissed me like 500 weeks ago, it was gross. He smelled like farts.”
“You’re not allowed to be kissing boys.” Chan said, pointing the spatula towards her. “Not until you’re 40.”
“You’re 40, right daddy?” Emma asked.
You burst out laughing at her question, and Chan’s facial reaction.
“I’m 25!” He whined, doing a little sulky stomp.
The three of you ate in the kitchen, feeling cozy in the spots you were in. You and Chan couldn’t stop smiling at each other, even if there was still a ton of stuff to figure out.
Once done, Emma ran off to play and you started the dishes.
Your mind had trailed off as the ‘what if’s’ started to creep into your mind. The stress of figuring out how to balance your busy lives without losing each other again.
“Hey,” Chan said softly, leaning on the counter next to you, his hand tucking some hair behind your ear. “Talk to me.”
“I’m just…worried.” You say quietly, finally rinsing the dish you had zoned out washing. “I don’t want us to drift again. I don’t think I could handle it and I don’t want to think about how Emma would deal.”
You started on a word vomit ramble, about how busy life was and how you could barely keep up as is. You had started pacing at some point, hands dripping from the water.
Chan placed both his hands on your shoulders, stopping you in place as you looked at him with blurry eyes. “Quit your job.”
His words took you by surprise, you whispered the tiniest, confused. “What?”
“You have enough connections in the industry, you could easily be a freelancer until someone, someone who knows your worth and how fucking talented you are, signs you.”
It was true that work was stressing you out. You poured your heart and soul into designs, only for them to be shot down.
“I can probably work from home, since I’ve been there long enough. I want us to be a family, for real this time.”
You looked up at him, his face so sincere and confident. It made your heart fell warm, and you knew you could trust him to take care of you both.
“I want that. I want this. I want you. I want us.”
Chan smiled softly, leaning in to gently kiss you. He took your hand and guided you to his studio, “Emma, can you come here please?” He yelled.
Chan sat in his computer chair, pulling you onto his lap and when Emma came skipping in, he lifted her and sat her on his other leg.
“You remember when you told daddy what you asked Santa for?” Chan asked Emma, brushing some curls from her face.
Emma nodded, “For daddy to marry mommy.”
You blushed deeply, scrunching your nose at Emma while smiling uncontrollably. “You silly goose.”
Chan turned in the chair a bit, reaching behind the picture of you he kept in the middle. “Well,” he started, wrapping his arm around Emma and sneaking one around your waist, a small light blue box in hand.
You felt your chest go tight as tears started to well in your eyes, you leaned back a bit to look at Emma, who took the box from his hand and held it happily in hers.
“It doesn’t have to be marriage, but I think it’s time you got this.”
Emma opened the box, a stunning pear shaped Tiffany ring. Chan took it out, holding it up.
“I’m in it forever.” He said looking into your eyes.
You let the tears fall, kissing his lips before holding your ring finger up. He slid the ring on, pulling you in for another kiss.
“Forever.” You whispered against his lips.
Emma jumped off his lap, doing a silly celebration dance and cheer. “You’re married!” She yelled, taking off running into the house. “Marrrrrrried.”
“Cute officiant, where’d you find her?” You laughed.
“My wife, and it’s the best gift she’s ever given me.”
You kissed his lips again, running your hand through his hair. “Is my lovely husband going to help me move?”
“We got married like two seconds ago, and you’ve already got a job for me?” He asked dramatically, his smile gave away that he was joking.
“Just wait til you see the plant watering schedule.” You giggled.
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Elf Emergency
Summary- Olive accidentally touches the Elf on a shelf and Paisley is afraid the elf is going to lose its magic.
Word Count- 700
A/N- Merry Christmas! I got this request like an hour ago and thought I'd write something quick because I loved it so much.
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Olive didn’t mean to, it was a complete accident, she had bumped the elf while trying to reach a cookie, which she had permission to be doing. Paisley was sitting at the counter coloring while you were cleaning the girl’s playroom and Jack was in his home studio.
As soon as Olive’s hand bumped the elf, she looked over at Paisley and burst into tears. At the sound of her sister crying, Paisley looked up from her coloring page.
“What’s wrong?” Paisley asked, climbing off her chair and walking over to Olive. 
“The Elf.” Olive said in-between her crying.
“The Elf?” Paisley asked and Olive nodded, pointing to the elf she accidently knocked over, Paisley looked up and gasped.
“You touched it!” Paisley said, stepping back from the elf so she didn’t accidently touch it too. “Olive, you can’t touch the elf, now it’s going to lose its magic!”
“I didn’t mean to! It was, it was.” Olive said, not knowing how to pronounce accident.
“An accident?” Paisley asked and Olive nodded immediately.
“Yeah that.”
“Go get Mommy, I’ll go get Daddy, they will know how to fix this, don’t touch the elf again.” Paisley said, both of them running their separate ways.
“Daddy! Olive touched the elf!” Paisley yelled as she ran towards the studio.
“Mommy.” Olive said quietly, sniffling as she tried to calm herself down.
“Yes baby?” You asked, turning towards her. “What’s wrong, are you okay?” You asked as you noticed her crying. Olive walked over to you, and you picked her up, rubbing her back as she laid her head on your shoulder.
“I-I touched the elf.” Olive admitted, sniffling as she talked.
“Why’d you do that?” You asked her softly.
“Didn’t mean to. Was getting a cookie.” Olive said, and you sighed softly, you had forgotten the elves were set up right next to the cookies, making tiny cookies of their own, when you told Olive she could get one.
“It’s okay Liv, let’s go take a look, okay?” You asked and Olive nodded hesitantly, hugging onto you tightly.
“Don’t want them to lose magic.” Olive said.
“You didn’t mean to, I’m sure they will understand.” You tried to reason with her, but reasoning with an upset 3-year-old was difficult.
You walked into the living room, finding Jack and Paisley looking at the elves. As you walked over to them Olive reached out for Jack who took her from you.
“Should we fix them?” Paisley asked.
“NO!” Olive yelled out immediately. “No touching.”
“What if we use a fork or something?” You asked and both girls nodded. 
“Daddy, that’s your job.” Paisley told him and he nodded, handing you back Olive as he found a fork.
The three of you watched as Jack carefully moved the elf with the fork, all four of you giggling as Jack lifted the elf back up and its face was covered with flour, it had fallen face first into the pile of flour you and Jack set out the night before. Jack finished fixing the elf before putting the fork in the sink.
“All better?” Jack asked.
“Is it going to lose its magic?” Paisley asked, and Jack thought for a second.
“No, it was an accident. I’m sure the elf understands.” Jack told her.
“But how will it know it was an accident?” Paisley asked Jack and he thought again.
“Should we write a letter? That way they will know for sure.” Jack said and both girls nodded excitedly.
“Yeah, a letter!” Olive smiled, you wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“I’ll help you while Daddy goes back to his meeting.” You told the girls and they nodded, you carried Olive over to the counter, setting her in a chair while Paisley climbed back into hers. 
You helped both girls write their letters since they both wanted to write their own, insisting it would be better then only writing one.
Jack walked back into his office, sitting in front of his laptop again.
“Sorry, there was an Elf emergency.” Jack apologized, him and his team laughing softly before getting back to the meeting.
Taglist @jackharloww @harlowcomehome (forgot to add my taglist because I posted this at 4am, sorry if you’ve already seen this)
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Cinderella has no idea why her mommy gets so upset when she throws her bowls to the floor - she’s only sharing her breakfast with Jac!
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shadowqueen402 · 1 year
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Hello. I hope this doesn't come as a burden to you, but can I request a fic? It is about where NiGHTS and Reala accidentally get sent to Twin Seeds and have no way to go home, so rhey gave to Rent an apartment as roommates, and have to keep jobs to pay their rent until they get back to Nightopia. NiGHTS becomes a babysitter (they hate it) and Reala becomes an office worker in a business building (think like Peter Griffin). Elliott and Claris have to help them and they often bicker with each other. Wizeman sends Jackle to find them but he ends up on the other side of Twin Seeds
Ooh, interesting!
It all started out as a typical fight between the two siblings. And for the most part, it would end with either NiGHTS winning or Reala succeeding in capturing his traitorous sibling.
But not this time.
As soon as the two blasted as each other, a bright light engulfed them, knocking them out cold.
When NiGHTS and Reala woke up, they found themselves in…Twin Seeds. "How did we get here?” Reala asked, looking around.
"Mommy! Mommy!" A young boy said to his mother, pointing at Reala. "Look at that weird-looking clown!"
Reala growled, immediately aggravated. "Why you—!" He snarled at the kid.
"Relax, Reala!" NiGHTS said, holding him back. "Let's worry about trying to find a way back home."
Reala grumbled, but calmed down. "And how do you suppose we get back home?" He asked, frowning.
"That's…a good question." NiGHTS looked around Twin Seeds a bit. "I don't know what happened after we collided with each other, but I highly doubt that what we did will bring us back home."
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Reala crossed his arms.
"We'll have to find some place to stay until we can get home," NiGHTS said. "We need to do what Visitors call 'rent an apartment'. These apartments are basically small places that Visitors can live in."
"You have got to be kidding me…" Reala knew he was not going to like this one bit.
NiGHTS and Reala had no clue that this would be a lot harder than they anticipated. One of the downsides to owning an apartment was the fact that they had to pay the rent.
The apartment that they stayed in had enough room for two people, so there was that. The walls had no color on them. But there was a great view of outside thanks to the large window.
"Why does rent cost so much?" NiGHTS asked, floating in her relaxing position. "How do Visitors do it?"
"They do this thing called 'getting a job'," Reala replied, holding the rent bill in his hand. "These jobs pay them money that they can use to pay bills."
"I had no idea there would be more than just the rent." NiGHTS eyed the bill, completely uninterested.
"Yes, there's gas/electric bill which is in charge of the lights and appliances in this apartment," Reala said. "There's the water bill which is in charge of the water. If we don't pay them, they shut off the gas, electric, and water. Then, we lose the apartment."
"Let's both get a job," NiGHTS said. "I want to get one that allows me to spend time with children."
"You mean a babysitter?" Reala asked. "Do you know what you have to do in order to be one?"
"How hard can it be?" NiGHTS asked.
It was hard. Really, really hard. NiGHTS landed a job as a babysitter and already she had proven to be terrible at it. Upon realizing that taking care of kids proved to be a big responsibility, NiGHTS was starting to hate her job.
Reala was no different. He not only landed a job as an office worker, but he had to deal with a bunch of business women that flirted with him. Plus, it didn't help that, when he got back to the apartment, there would either be a pile of dirty dishes or the trash wouldn't be taken out.
Elliot and Claris heard about what was happening. Naturally, they decided to help the two Nightmaren siblings. But it was not easy. The teens sweatdropped at the siblings' bickering. "Aren't you going to do your chores, NiGHTS?" Reala argued. "It's just like back in Nightmare! You never do what you're asked!"
Back in Nightmare, Jackle bowed to Wizeman. "Find Reala and NiGHTS," The God of Nightmare boomed. "Bring them to me!"
"Yes, Master Wizeman," Jackle said to him. Wizeman used his powers to send the Second-level to the Awakening Dimension. But there was just one problem: Jackle found himself on the other side of Twin Seeds.
"Now how am I to find them!?" Jackle complained.
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pulptv · 3 months
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*  \̲\̲  ★ ;   latest   news   in   the   underground   !   from   valentino   moreno   (   tom   sturridge   )   there’s   a   hit   on   their   cousin.   their   photo   resembles   barry   keoghan   (   !!!!!!!!!   ),   utp   and   are   between   twenty8   and   thirty5.   should   you   show   with   results,   claire   requests   that   you   can   contact   them   at   eg0died.   (   call   it   the   saltburn   /   succession   brain   rot,   but:   the   morenos   need   a   cunty,   insane   european   cousin      !      very   much   cousin   greg   if   he   was   batshit.   he's   grown   up   entirely   divorced   from   the   rest   of   the   moreno   family      (      backstory   is   completely   utp   but   i'm   thinking   that   it   was   lev's   sister   who   fucked   off   to   europe,   fell   in   "love"   and   never   looked   back      )      +      as   such,   has   borderline   no   idea   what   these   people   are   like.   it's   only   when   lev   dies   that   he   becomes   aware   of   exactly   how   much   power   thrums   through   those   veins.   please   bring   us   yet   another   entry   into   the   barry   keoghan   as   a   weird   little   freak   cinematic   universe      <3   )
*  \̲\̲  ★ ;   latest   news   in   the   underground   !   from   jacqueline   lovegrove   (   catherine   zeta   -   jones   )   there’s   a   hit   on   their   children      (      3   daughters,   1   son      ).   their   photo   resembles   entirely   utp   and   are   twenty7   (   her   son   )      +      twenty9,   thirty1,   thirty4      (      her   girls      ).   should   you   show   with   results,   claire   requests   that   you   can   contact   them   at   eg0died.   (   i   think   the   most   fundamental   thing   i   can   establish   here   is:   jac   isn't,   by   any   means,   a   particularly   good   mother.   she   has   limited   patience,   and   has   actively   prioritised   her   career   over   her   personal   life   from   the   very   start.   her   husbands   have   always   been   the   active   parent,   the   one   that   was   there   for   the   kids   when   they   needed   it      -      she   was   always   doing   something,   too   busy   to   consider   that   they   may   have   needed   their   mother   around.   as   a   result,   the   relationships   with   all   of   her   children   are   very   fractured      !      by   way   of   mapping   things   out:   her   first   daughter   was   born   from   her   first   marriage,   her   second   +   third   daughters   from   her   second   marriage,   and   her   son   from   her   third.   none   of   them   are   fond   of   mommy   dearest   </3   but   i   love   the   idea   of   getting   to   explore   that   incredibly   difficult   relationship   between   absent   mother      +      child,   so   pls   bring   them      !   )
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prickly-bulbasaur · 6 months
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We Are Having What?
Tsu was nervous. She had just had her third monthly checkup with her prenatal physician, and during the sonogram, she’d received a surprise her husband was surely going to pass out from. She was going to need to butter him up before she told him.
Her husband, Masked Donut, was a Quirkless Pro Hero from the United States who had moved to Japan after they’d met. Four years later, they had two children, and couldn’t be happier. But now—Tsu rested a hand on her pregnant belly—more children were on the way. Masked Donut wasn’t due to get home for another three hours since he was on a rescue mission, which would give her plenty of time to make his favorite meal. 
After her appointment, Tsu then picked up their twin four-year-olds from daycare. Her son, Jacen, was hopping around, showing off his frog jumps while his sister, Eliza, was giggling and trying to keep up with her brother. “Jacen, wait for me!!”
Jacen slowed down and waited for his sister and mother. “Hurry up, Eliza, gero!” He continued to hop around but stayed in place. “When will you get your Quirk, sis? What kind of Quirk will it be?”
Eliza looked at her brother sadly. “I am not sure if I will get a Quirk. I haven’t shown anything yet.”
“There is a chance you may be quirkless, but so is your father, kero.” Tsu smiled comfortingly at her daughter. “He is a Pro Hero in his own right, without a Quirk. It’s proof you don’t need one to make a name for yourself, kero,” Tsu replied before wrapping her tongue around Jacen who jumped too far. “Besides, keeping an eye on your brother is tough enough. What did I tell you about jumping right into traffic, kero?”
“Sorry, Mommy, gero…”
“Babe, I’m home!”
“Welcome home, Daddy!” the twins yelled as they ran/jumped toward their father. He had just finished a week-long rescue from the landslide in Saiko and they’d missed him. “How was your work, gero?” 
“Did you save a lot of people?”
Masked Donut chuckled and let his children climb all over him. “The rescue went well. Luckily there were no deaths, just some injuries the survivors will recover from. I had to make sure some of the ships that sank from the landslide boulders had no oil in the tanks or pump the tanks to avoid polluting Kyoto’s main water supply.” He felt a muscle twinge in his back and stretched while the twins held on to his arms as he lifted up. “Selkie is an awesome man to work with; he knew the lake from the top down.”
“Yes, kero, and he is cute when he acts childish,” Tsu replied, giggling as her mate pouted. “Dinner is ready, I made your favorite.”
Donut lit up like a kid in a candy store. “Tacos!? I haven’t had good ones in ages! Don’t get me wrong Lunch Rush was amazing providing us with nutrition but one does miss good tacos.”
Tsu chirped and smiled before putting a hand over her stomach. “Oof, we got a kicker, I think we may have another frog Quirk baby coming.” She rubbed her stomach. “I think that one will be more active than Jacen by the way it lurched.”
Donut smiled before picking up what she’d said and frowned. “That one? What do you mean, that one?” He walked forward and put his hand over her hand, looking at the bump. “You look bigger than when the twins were brewing at three months, are we expecting more than one?” He smiled as he too felt the kick from his future child, rubbing his wife’s belly as he had a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and euphoria that tears were now flowing down his eyes. He was going to be a father of more little tadpoles.
Tsu grabbed a sonogram photo with her tongue and showed it to Donut. “I went to the perinatologists today and had a sonogram done when I noticed like you said—bigger than my first pregnancy. Take a look at what the doctor found.”
Donut swallowed and took a look at the black and white photo. It showed three black holes, each one with a small white blob, and one had two small masses like one of it was a hand saying hi to the camera.
“Daddy is nervous; he is starting to smell sweet, gero.” Jacen laughed, hopping around Donut again. “What is it, Daddy? Why are you scared, gero?”
“I-I…,” Donut was stunned. What he saw in the photos was making his stomach churn like butterflies, and his heart was fluttering like no tomorrow. Once he got his voice back and his brain fully processed what he was seeing, he yelled, “TSU! WE’RE HAVING TRIPLETS!!??”
All Tsu did was smile and nod, rubbing her three-month baby bump while Jacen and Eliza were jumping and running around their father. Donut just stood there, trying to process again on having to raise three more children plus the two and having to spoil the five of them rotten. The next thing he thought brought him somewhat down to earth: the apartment they are currently living in will not be enough for a future family of seven.
Suddenly, Jacen noticed another piece of paper inside Tsu’s bag, with something pinkish orange printed. He jumped off his father with his Frog Jump Quirk and picked up the paper. “Mommy, why do I see four pink circles, gero?”
“Wait…what did you say?” Donut asked his son, the butterflies in his stomach becoming cold like ice and his legs starting to feel numb as realization slowly hit him. Jacen hopped toward his father and turned the photo so he could see, pointing at a small blob barely showing from the three others in front of it. “Is this inside Mommy’s tummy? Why are there four, gero?”
Eliza giggled. “I think Mommy is getting us four sisters.”
“F-four?”
“No, I want four brothers. Gero!!”
“Triplets…plus 1?”
“Jacen, Eliza, the genders will be a surprise, whether they will be all boys, all girls, or a mix they will still be your siblings. You two will be big brother and sister, kero.”
“Okay!!” they both said before a thud was heard behind them. 
Masked Donut had passed out when he put the pieces together of now becoming a family of eight. 
“Gero, Daddy must have been tired—it is typhoon season.”
“Yes, but Daddy has never passed out like this before. Is he sick?” Eliza asked, poking at Donut’s cheek to wake him up. He didn’t even budge, even when she tried tickling him. 
Tsu arrived with a pillow and comforter. “He was just surprised, kero. He’d only just processed having triplets when Jacen discovered my hidden photo. Four is a lot more than we were expecting.”
“Oh, so it’s Jacen’s fault?”
“Nu-uh, gero! It’s Mommy’s! She has them in her belly!”
Tsu giggled and pinched both their cheeks. “That’s right, kero. Mommy is making babies so be prepared. We have about six months left before they arrive.” She looked at her husband who was now snoring soundly. “For now, let Daddy suffer a bit; he did start the cooking, after all, kero. Now, let's eat dinner and we’ll save some for your father when he wakes up.”
“Okay!!”
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Are there any festivey eps of holby and casualty that you would rec?
I can't actually think of that many, weirdly enough. I thought I'd have loads of suggestions but I only have a few.
Holby:
S13E11 "Snow Queens" - a Christmastime episode, and Connie and Faye's departures. It's a very good episode and I definitely recommend it.
S15E13 "Hanssen/Hemingway" - Okay, so it's not a Christmas episode by any means. In fact, it's the episode that reveals Henrik is Jewish. I wouldn't even call it festive, because it's not set at New Year's either - just generic early January. But it IS a wintery episode, with lots of stunning Swedish scenery, so I like to watch it in winter for that if nothing else, and also I'll take any opportunity to put it on an episode rec list.
S17E11 "I Will Honour Christmas In My Heart" - Yes, folks, I of all people am recommending an episode without any Henrik in it. I know, I know. But I really do love this one. It has a guest return from Oliver Valentine (a few months before his actual return), who's sick and needs an operation. There are some lovely scenes, a very Christmassy atmosphere, and Ollie Valentine - that's reason enough to watch it.
S19E64 "Always Forever" - Morven gets high on laughing gas, hallucinates Arthur, and makes the decision to leave Holby. Just... a really sweet and funny episode, even if Morven leaving with Cameron as her "happy ending" is a bit surreal now.
S21E01 "Everything Old Is New Again" - To celebrate the New Year, Jac shags Connie's ex-girlfriend. Okay, so it's not confirmed Jac shagged her and it's not confirmed she's Connie's ex-girlfriend, but let's face it, both of those things are obvious. It's got sapphic Jac content, it's got Jac, Ric, and Sacha doing karaoke on a long car ride to a conference, it's got Jac in formalwear, it's got good character stuff for Sacha... what more could you ask for in an episode? The only downside is the other storyline involves Cameron's arrival as a regular and Serena angsting. But the Jac/Ric/Sacha conference stuff makes it all worth it.
S23E37 - Okay, look, I'm just gonna say it. I did love this episode and think it was really good (although Amelia and Eli's storyline is heartbreaking, so while the rest of the episode is quite sweet, it's not a lighthearted watch). I didn't watch the S21 Christmas eps (Henrik was on a break at the time), nor the S22 ones (okay, I sort of did, but only the Henrik scenes), and I can't recommend the S20 ones because they just kind of sucked (or maybe I'm just biased against any episode where the main plots are "Fletcher family drama" and "Henrik's so-called friends force him to take a job he hates, this is portrayed as a good thing"). Although, as the last ever Christmas episode of Holby, it could've been better, it could also have been a lot worse.
I want to be able to put the series 15 Christmas episodes on here because series 15 is my fave but... I haven't actually seen them - I'll be getting to them soon in my rewatch though, so I'll update on their quality then! Also, it would be odd not to mention the episode I got my avatar from (S18E11 "Blue Christmas"), but I haven't watched it all the way through in aaaages so I don't actually remember how good it is. It also needs a trigger warning for mentions of CSA.
Casualty:
S27E16 "I Saw Mommy Killing Santa Claus" - Dylan's original exit, and a very solid Christmas episode. YMMV, but I really like it.
S33E17 - Another Dylan Christmas. I don't have a lot to say about it, but I remember it being a really good ep (though admittedly I haven’t seen it in a long while). It may, however, be a bit jarring for dedicated Henrik fans (or maybe it just is for me), because the actor who played Dylan Brenton (from “Shifts” and “If Not For You”) is in it in a completely different role.
If anyone has more recs please feel free to let me know, I always love a good Christmas or New Year's Holby/Casualty episode.
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hortensia-cullen · 3 years
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expectingtofly · 3 years
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Incident at Playgroup
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fluff, established dean/cas, baby jack, human!cas, cas and dean terrorize other parents
dedicated to @thiscastielhasflown bc a few weeks ago we talked about tfw’s mcdonald’s orders and this fic happened. wishing you a good week with schoolwork assignments that only take half the time you expect them to, eventual restful sleep, and good grades <3
also posted on ao3
“Clown!” Jack yelled, pointing at the entrance to the McDonald’s indoor play area. A Ronald McDonald cardboard cutout guarded the door, holding a sign reading, You must be this tall to enter.
“Inside voice,” Dean said, though he wasn’t sure it mattered much when he could hardly hear himself speak. Recently, they’d joined a playgroup of parents and kids from Jack’s preschool, and this weekend, some of the moms had organized a playdate at the McDonald’s in town, one with a huge play area.
Meaning, they were now surrounded by screaming kids, diaper bags, and stressed out parents.
Dean winced as a kid shrieked from across the room. “We need to take a photo of you next to ol’ Ronald to show Sam.”
“Okay,” Jack agreed, jumping up and down in his chair.
Coming over with the tray of their food, Cas put out a hand to steady Jack’s chair. “That would be unnecessarily cruel."
Dean grabbed his Big Mac. “Yeah, well, he deserves it.” Before they’d come here today, Sam had repeatedly told them, quote, “please don't fuck this up again." Always was a polite bastard. “He’s gotta have more faith in us. What are we, amateurs?”
“Unfortunately, I believe that’s the point,” Cas said, sitting down and giving Jack his Happy Meal. “We don’t have the best track record with these sort of things.”
These ‘sort of things’ being playgroups. 
So, they’d tried a couple that hadn’t worked out. “Not like it’s our fault,” he said. “Take a seat, kid.” Jack ignored him, jumping in his seat as he waved to another toddler sitting nearby.
Cas beamed, holding onto the back of the chair. “He’s making friends, that’s a good sign.”
“Kid could make friends with a blank wall,” Dean said, but Cas was right—making friends was the whole point they were here. While Jack could make friends with just about anyone and anything—every crayon had a name and backstory, Cas’ trenchcoat was taken on make-believe-adventures, and the Impala could apparently talk, if Jack’s one-sided conversations during long car rides was anything to go off of—it was true that Jack was lacking in the friends-that-aren’t-hunters-or-over-a-decade-older category. There weren’t exactly many toddlers running around the bunker.
Hence, why they were spending their Saturday afternoon at the Hell on Earth known as McDonald's PlayPlace.
Jack held out the bag of apple slices that came in his Happy Meal. “Open.”
Dean stared him down and Jack added, “Peas.”
Close enough. Taking the bag, Dean told Cas, “Don’t look now, but Amanda is handing out brochures for Pampered Chef again.” According to Sam, that was another reason this playdate had to be a success—making friends with the right parents meant getting invited to more playdates and whatever other random events the parents came up with. It was like a weird society Dean had never known existed until Jack started preschool and started interacting with other kids his own age.
“I saw you using the food processor the other day,” Cas said, glancing over his shoulder to look despite Dean’s warning. Dean rolled his eyes. “I think it’s ingenious.”
“I’m not going to another two hour cooking demonstration.“
“Sam said we need to make a good impression.”
“He can go buy overpriced kitchen tools then.” It was a little too convenient that Sam had gotten out of taking Jack to this playdate—Dean had a suspicion that the multiple Ronald McDonalds stationed around had something to do with that.
He tried to hand Jack the apples, but Jack pointed at the play area. “Wanna play!”
“You have to finish your food,” Dean told him. Crossing his arms, Jack glared at him and stomped his foot on the chair.
“Just eat two more nuggets,” Cas told him. He picked up his filet-o-fish sandwich and glanced at Dean. “What?”
“You’re spoiling him.”
Jack stuffed his face with two chicken nuggets, which prompted Cas to give Dean a look. “Well, you’re teaching him bad table manners.”
Just to be obnoxious, Dean shoved half of his burger into his mouth in one bite. Jack laughed at him and Cas rolled his eyes.
“Done!” Jack announced, and Cas pushed his chair back so he could escape.
“These play places are gross,” Dean said, swallowing. “He’s gonna catch a disease.”
“Good thing he can’t get sick,” Cas said, watching Jack clamber up some stairs to reach a slide.
“Yeah, well I can,” Dean retorted. Jack went down the slide with a squeal. Landing at the bottom, he waved at them and Dean waved back.
“The Winchesters are here!” someone called too cheerily and Dean rolled his eyes, turning to see Ashley walking over. Lady thought she ran the group, always recruiting parents to bring snacks and toys to playdates. A little too high and mighty when Dean knew for a fact that the cupcakes she'd brought last week were store-bought.
Settling down into the seat next to them, she asked, “I wasn’t expecting you two today. Where’s Sam?”
Dean resisted rolling his eyes. Of course Sam was everyone’s favorite. Wasn’t his fault Sam was better at feigning interest in grocery lists and laundry piles. Parenting was hard enough without getting subjected to the unique torture of playgroup small talk.
“Him and Eileen went on a weekend trip,“ Cas answered easily and Dean nodded. They’d long given up trying to explain to others why Jack had a rotating list of parental figures accompanying him to playgroup, figuring if the other parents thought they were in a weird cult situation, at least that was better than them knowing the truth—like the fact that Sam and Eileen were away hunting a rugaru in Missouri. Though they were going to run out of excuses soon for why playgroup couldn’t be hosted at their place—an underground bunker with enough weapons to hold off an army.
“Well,” Ashley said, “I’m glad you guys were able to make it.” Yeah, that was a fake smile.
“We wouldn’t miss it,” Dean said, plastering on his own fake smile. “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.” Cas kicked him under the table.
“We’ve loved having Jack in the group,” Ashley said, and that might not be a fake sentiment. Jack could charm anyone. “Such a sweetheart. Lily adores him.” She smiled at where Jack and her daughter Lily were crawling through a tunnel at the top of the play area.
“Jack, no!” Dean called, seeing Jack stick his fingers in his mouth. “I’m so getting sick,” he muttered under his breath.
He was trying to come up with an excuse to get away as Ashley pulled out her phone to show them a new post on her mommy blog—boring, same old content. Give him a blog and he’d actually have something interesting to say—when he heard familiar crying from across the play area.
Without a second thought, he was pushing back his chair and rushing over, squeezing past playing kids and their parents to find Jack sitting on the floor bawling his eyes out and a bigger kid standing over him.
“What the hell happened here?” he demanded. He went to pick up Jack, but Cas was already swooping in and grabbing him.
“He pushed me!” Jack managed through his sobs, and Dean turned on the older kid.
“What the hell’s your problem?” The kid’s baleful expression faltered. He took a step back and Dean advanced on him. “You get off on making kids half your size cry?”
“Don’t speak to my son that way!” someone exclaimed, pushing through the crowd of kids and parents to glare at them. “What’s going on?”
“Your son is a menace,” Cas told the woman—Denise. Playgroup gossip said her son had gotten held back from kindergarten due to his inability to ‘play nice with others.’ Jack’s crying had subdued to sniffles, but Cas still held onto him like he might break apart. “He was bullying our son.”
“I’m sure it was an accident.” She put her hand on the kid’s shoulder. “You didn’t mean to hurt him, right, Tommy?”
Tommy only glared at them, and Dean glared right back. “He needs to apologize to Jack,” Cas said.
“Tommy, apologize.”
After several long, drawn out seconds, Tommy muttered, looking down at his feet, “Sorry.”
“I don’t think that was a real apology,” Cas said.
“It’s not my fault Jack’s a crybaby,” Tommy shot back.
“You little—” Dean started
“Take that back,” Cas snapped, and if he wasn’t human, Dean would’ve expected his eyes to start glowing fiery blue. Denise’s eyes grew wide, her grip on Tommy’s shoulder tightening.
“Is there a problem here?” someone asked, and Dean turned to see a McDonald’s employee hurrying over.
“Yeah, this kid shoved our son,” Dean said. “And he’s being a little shit about it.”
The employee’s expression turned shocked and Dean heard a few gasps from the parents that had crowded around to see the commotion. “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave,” the employee stammered. “This is a kid’s play area, we won’t tolerate fighting here.”
“We were already going,” Cas said haughtily. He glared at Denise. “And if 'Tommy' ever lays a hand on Jack again, he will be sorry.” Jack’s expression was eerily similar to Cas’ as they shot twin glares at Tommy, and Dean thought he caught a spark in Jack’s eyes.
“Let’s go,” he said, taking Cas’ elbow and guiding him through the crowd of spectators before Jack tried to incinerate the kid. He wasn’t sure if that was one of Jack’s powers or not, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out in a crowded McDonald’s. Even if the snot-nosed kid deserved it.
The staff behind the counter was watching along with everyone else in the store, the once noisy place now brought to tense stillness. Cas snatched up the rest of their food and Dean knew they were already on the verge of getting the cops called on them, but he couldn’t resist turning and jabbing his finger at the little brat. “And don’t you ever fucking touch Jack again!”
Cas shot Denise and Tommy another look, Jack copying it over his shoulder, and Dean let the door slam shut behind them.
“I can’t believe the audacity of that woman,” Cas raged, strapping Jack into his carseat. Dean grabbed the wipes and leaned over the front seat to wipe Jack’s hands before he touched everything and spread germs around. “And her kid is exactly the same!”
Jack craned his neck to look back at the McDonald’s as Cas finished strapping him in. “Play!”
Getting into the passenger seat, Cas slammed the door shut. “You will not be going back there, not when those children are around. Dean was right, these play places are vile.”
“You alright, kid?” Dean asked Jack, shutting the wipe container.
Jack kicked his feet against the seat. “Hungry.”
Cas pulled out the container of Jack’s half-eaten chicken nuggets and Dean protested, thinking of a fateful day with a bag of cheerios—he was still finding them in every nook and cranny of the car. “No eating in the backseat.”
“He’s just been through a traumatic experience,” Cas said, handing the container to Jack. “We can make an exception.”
“Fine,” Dean muttered, gripping the steering wheel as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I always knew Denise was shifty. You saw the way she was trying to spin the story, making it out like it wasn’t her kid’s fault? Fucking asshole.”
“Asshole!” Jack agreed cheerfully from the backseat.
“That’s not a nice word, Jack,” Cas said. Quieter, he added, “But it’s accurate.” He pulled out his phone. “I’m gonna send a message to the playgroup chat. Tommy’s behavior can’t be tolerated. Soon all the kids are going to become bullies.”
“He needs to be taught a lesson,” Dean agreed, glancing at Jack as he stopped at a red light, trying not to flinch at the crumbs on Jack’s lap that threatened to fall to the floor. “Needs to get knocked down by someone. Hear that, Jack? We’re gonna teach you how to fight back.”
Jack nodded. “I can fight!” He waved a chicken nugget around in mock punches and Dean gave up any hope of keeping the backseat clean.
“Maybe we can convince the other parents to kick Denise and her son out of the—Oh.” Dean looked over at him and Castiel winced. “We’ve been blocked from the group chat.”
“That makes three of them,” Dean muttered, pushing the accelerator as the light turned green. “We’re gonna end up on some blacklist soon.”
First playgroup, Jack had set a couch on fire. Since the "baby god testing out his powers” explanation wasn’t gonna fly, they went with the tried and true, “playing with matches” excuse. Didn’t stop the group from voting to kick them out.
Second playgroup, Cas had gotten in a fiery debate over the ethicality of beekeeping, and what was Dean supposed to do? Not back him up? He hadn't known you could get kicked out of the zoo for "disorderly conduct."
Alright, maybe Sam’s fears that they’d fuck up this playdate too weren’t completely off base.
“I think it’s time we give playgroups a rest,” he decided.
"But Jack needs to make friends."
"He's already got us, and Claire and Kaia and Alex and—"
"Charlie!" Jack added from the backseat.
"Charlie," Dean agreed. "He's got plenty of friends." Cas only stared him down with a particular smitey look in his eyes, and though Dean knew there wasn't a real threat behind the gaze, he sighed. "Fine. We’ll try again.”
"I already had one in mind," Cas said, brightening. "In case this one didn't work out."
“Done!” Jack yelled.
“Inside voice,” Dean said automatically. “Wait, you had a backup plan?"
“Yes,” Cas said, taking the empty container of chicken nuggets from Jack. “I thought it wise considering our track record. It’s a smaller group than this one was—Here, Jack, you want my ice cream?”
“Dude, seriously?” Dean protested as Cas handed an Oreo McFlurry back to Jack, who excitedly held out his hands. “That’s a disaster waiting to happen.”
“Not necessarily,” Cas said. “I don’t think we’re that destined to fail again—Oh, you mean the ice cream.” He glanced at Jack, who was dripping ice cream onto his lap with every spoonful. “Um. Traumatic experience?”
Dean wasn’t falling for that excuse a second time. He started to say so, but Cas wasn’t listening, picking up his phone as it beeped several times in quick succession.
“What?” Dean asked, seeing a slow frown cross Cas' face as he stared at the screen.
Cas held up his phone to show several texts in a row. “We’re in trouble.”
On cue, Dean’s phone started ringing, the screen lighting up to display Sam’s name. Fuck.
“Sam would like to know why we’re all blocked from the group chat,” Cas said unhelpfully, and Dean rejected the call.
“Good luck explaining why.”
“Maybe the problem is us,” Cas said slowly. He met Dean’s eyes, then they both shook their heads.
“No, it’s those stupid parents,” Dean said.
“And their insufferable children,” Cas agreed.
“Insufferable!” Jack agreed from the backseat, ice cream smeared across his chin. Or that’s what Dean thought he was repeating, the word losing a few syllables along the way.
“Not you, Jack,” Cas said. “Every playgroup would be lucky to have you.”
“Just, they apparently don’t know it,” Dean pointed out. “Or we wouldn’t keep getting kicked out.”
His phone started ringing again, as if to remind him of the fact, and he looked pointedly at Cas. “You deal with him.”
“No, you,” Cas said.
“For fuck’s sake,” Dean muttered. Then he had an idea.
“Hey, Jack, tell Sam about what you saw today.” He turned on speakerphone and handed back his phone, not even caring that Jack’s hands were a sticky mess. Okay, maybe he cared a little, but that’s why the Impala now always held wipes in the glove box.
Jack grabbed his phone eagerly. “Sam!” he crowed. “Guess what I saw!”
Dean caught Sam’s voice over the phone. “What—Jack, hey, where’s Dean?”
“Clowns!” Jack said, waving his ice cream spoon around. “Clowns everywhere!”
“Very mature,” Cas told Dean.
Dean shrugged. “Buys us some time.”
“That’s nice, Jack, but put Dean on,” Sam said. Jack started to give the phone back, and Cas whispered,
“Tell him about the slide.”
“Sam, Sam! I went on a slide!” Dean gave him a thumbs up in the rearview mirror and Jack copied it.
“Dean! I know you can hear me!” Sam yelled as Jack continued on about his eventful day.
“We’re horrible influences,” Cas said, unsuccessfully fighting back a smile.
“Nah,” Dean said. “We’re the best.”
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Day 24: Unintentional
Note: Having ‘The Plagues’ on repeat does things to you. Nyway, the next part is a continuation of this. Hopefully by next week? I wish I had more time to write and really build up this AU but I kinda have to settle for scenes. 
Pavi was gathered with the other rebel leaders. It’s been 5 years since he’s been back in GeneCo but he’s finally home. The rebels had been trying to convince him for years but he always refused. And then they promised him that he would sit on GeneCo and no one would be hurt. Pavi knew that the rebels were not powerful enough to hurt his siblings but his mother had asked him a quiet ‘please’ and Pavi agreed. 
“They’ve locked themselves in the Panic room."
"It doesn't matter. I have an idea." Pavi pointed at the blueprints laid across the table. "See this vent here? It is the only air supply in and out of the room. We can siphon in gas. Something toxic enough to suffocate them but not toxic enough to kill them. They would have no choice but to come out."
"Pavi, are you-" Isabella cut herself of. 
"It's ok, mama. I've confirmed it with the scientists. The concentration won't be toxic to an adult."
"I...  if you're sure, Pavi."
"It ok mama. They will be fine."
“But…” Isabella cut herself off as the rebel leader sent her a warning glare. 
They did as he suggested, siphoning the gas into the room and just waited. He didn’t know how long it would take, but Pavi knew his siblings were stubborn enough to stay in there until the last second. 
And so, he could barely hide his surprise at how soon they surrendered. Barely a couple of hours had passed. Pavi expected at least a day or two. Pavi furrowed his brow. He told the men to clear the gas in the room. "Let me go in first. Defuse the situation."
Pavi headed to the room as soon as the gas cleared. He looked up to the cameras and the doors slid open. Amber sent him a glare and looked away. Luigi had his back towards him. There was a third person in the room. A woman, Luigi's wife. Pavi had been surprised when he heard the news over 4 years ago.
"It's over, fratello. We've won."
"Aren't you proud?" Amber spat. 
"Come now sorella. Don't be a spoilsport. The Pavi managed to get you out."
"You...you did this?" Amber's pained expression nearly made him pull away. "Of course. How else would they know which vent to use?"
"You fucking bastard!" There was nothing but hatred on the woman's face.
"Calm down, Bella. The Pavi has-a negotiated safety for everyone. No one has to get hurt."
Amber let out a bitter laugh.
"I mean it, sorella. It's like I've told you  before, no one will get hurt."
"Jac has nothing to do with this." Came his brother's voice finally. But he refused to turn towards him. 
"Of course. Your Bella is-a free to go."
Jacqueline just stared at her husband. She approached him slowly and placed a hand onto his cheek. 
Luigi leant into her hand. "Wait for me."
"Of course, my love." She bent down by her husband's side, facing her back towards him. 
Luigi leant his head into her neck. "I'm sorry."
They stayed that way for a moment before she pulled away. She and Amber shared a look. Amber just nodded to her. 
Pavi felt strangely left out. He knows he was the one who chose to leave but...now he felt like an outsider within his own family. 
Jacqueline headed towards him. He stepped aside and let her through the door. A guard raised his gun as soon as the door opened. 
“Easy. She’s not involved. She can leave.”
The guard nodded. “I’ll bring her to the others first.” 
“She can’t help us.” 
“Regardless.” 
“She’s not to be harmed.” 
“Yes, sir.” The doors slid shut. 
“You know, if it’s just being in charge that you liked, I would have given you GeneCo.” 
Pavi sighed. “It’s not like that, sorella.” 
“Then why? Why betray us like this?” 
“Sorella.” Pavi sighed. 
“Or are you just seeking mommy’s approval? You didn’t get it from Daddy, so you’re getting it from her?” 
Maybe. “It’s more complicated than that, sorella.” 
“I hope your new friends are worth it.” She spat.
“It didn’t have to go this far. I told you to surrender from the start. I told you once I was in power we could work something out.” 
“And we were supposed to just trust we’d be safe?” 
“Don’t you trust me sorella?”
“I don’t trust your friends.” She spat. “All this, this torture you’ve put us through. And we’re supposed to just trust you.” “If you had listened to me, none of this needed to happen. If you had just listened to me from the start-”
“Enough.” 
Pavi glanced at his brother but his back was still towards him. He still refused to turn; refused to speak to him. “Fratello, I am right and you know it. If you weren’t so stubborn and just listened to me; this didn’t need to happen. You did this. You-”
“Pavi, stop it!” Amber cried out. 
Pavi glanced at his sister then back at his brother. Luigi was curled into himself, shaking. 
“Fratello…this…this wasn’t anything personal. I just…”
“You chose your side.” Amber spat. 
“This was the most peaceful outcome. No one had to get hurt. I take control of GeneCo. The rebels are satisfied. Mama is happy. And we can be a family again.” 
Amber looked away from him. “It’s too late for that, brother.” 
Something settled in the pit of Pavi’s gut. “You don’t mean that.” 
“You made your choice, brother.”
“Sorella, this wasn’t personal.”
Amber refused to look at him. 
Pavi turned towards his brother instead. “Fratello, this wasn’t personal. This was the best outcome for everyone.” 
His brother refused to turn; refused to say anything. 
Pavi rather he yelled or screamed or reacted. Not ignoring him like this. “Fratello, look at me.”
Luigi still refused to move. 
“Fratello, look at me!” Pavi marched up and stood in front of his brother. That was when he saw it. Cradled in his brother’s arms was a small sleeping child. No. Not sleeping. The boy was too still; too pale. The gas concentration was not toxic to adults but… Something clenched in Pavi’s chest. “I didn’t know.” A child. Their family was all over the news. He would have heard of a child. Just like Luigi’s wedding. He would have heard of it. “Fratello, I didn’t know.” He didn’t expect a child. The boy was so small. The concentration would have been too high. He stumbled back. “No one was supposed to get hurt. It wasn’t supposed to be lethal. I didn’t know.” 
Luigi just stared forward, refusing to say anything. 
“Fratello, I-”
A loud explosion shook the room. What was-
Luigi shut his eyes and clutched his son tighter to him. 
The doors opened. The guard ran in. 
“What happened?” 
“The woman was wearing a bomb. When they brought her to the others, she set it off.”
“Is mama alright?” 
“She wasn’t there.”
“How many?”
“A hundred at least. Most of the ones in charge were there.” 
Pavi nodded. “I’ll be there soon.” 
The guard left. 
Pavi turned back towards his siblings. “Why would you do this? I negotiated safety. They will demand retribution.” Pavi’s voice cracked. He had everything planned out. How did everything get so fucked up. “They will not forgive this.” 
“Good.” 
“Fratello…”
“Go find your new friends, Pavi. You don’t have to bother with us.” Amber stood and headed towards Luigi. She laid a hesitant hand on his shoulder. When he didn’t pull away, she held him towards her. 
“No one was supposed to get hurt.” 
Rebels marched into the room and roughly dragged his siblings to their feet. Luigi refused to release his son. 
“Leave him alone.” Amber screamed. 
A guard slammed the butt of his gun into Luigi’s face. 
“They’re not to be harmed.” Pavi could only watch numbly as they ripped the boy from Luigi’s arms and lead them out of the room. Pavi’s legs felt weak. He had everything planned. Why did this happen? A child. “I didn’t know.” Pavi crumpled to the ground. “No one was supposed to get hurt.” The child was so small. He didn’t deserve this. Pavi planned everything so well. How did they keep the child a secret? “I didn’t know.” His nephew. He murdered his nephew in cold blood. He… “I didn’t know.” 
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herald-divine-hell · 2 years
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How does Jac feel about being called Mommy in the bedroom?
She is not opposed to it, not at all! She generally prefers more masculine titles, but is generally goes with whatever her lover prefers to call her. It definitely gets a grin from her, and a flashing of desire in her eyes. Might lean down and whisper in your ear to repeat that again in her husky voice. 10/10
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Pool Day
Summary- You, Jack, Paisley, Olive, and Hayden spend a day in the pool.
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One of Paisley and Olive’s favorite things about your home was the backyard, they loved playing on their playset and running around. It was the main reason you and Jack chose the home, so that your kids could have a large backyard to play in. Specifically though, their favorite part of the backyard was the pool you and Jack had built. With Jack traveling less over the summer, that meant alot of your days were spent out in the pool. Both girls had been begging to go swimming since they woke up and you told them as soon as Hayden woke up from his first nap of the day. 
As soon as Hayden woke up, Paisley and Olive reminded you of your promise, so while you fed and got Hayden changed, Paisley and Olive chose matching pink floral swimsuits, Paisley getting changed herself while Jack helped Olive get her swimsuit on. Jack then took Hayden so you could get changed, you changed and tied your hair up before taking Hayden and the girls into the backyard while Jack got changed.
“Mommy, can we get in the pool now?” Paisley asked. 
“Wait for Daddy to finish changing and come out okay? One of us still needs to hold Hayden because he’s too little to swim by himself.” You explained, and Paisley nodded. Hayden was only two months old, and while you didn’t let him in the pool for long, only a few minutes at a time, he loved it. You and Jack only felt comfortable if both of you were in the pool with all the kids though, one holding Hayden and the other focused on the girls. 
Jack came out of the house a couple minutes later, and it didn’t take long until you were all in the pool. Olive had put her floaties on while she was waiting, even though both girls had taken swim lessons and she could swim, she still preferred to use her floaties most of the time, and since she was only four years old, you and Jack felt more comfortable with her having them on too. Paisley preferred to swim without them since she was a stronger swimmer and older.
Jack took Hayden from you, bouncing him so his feet would splash in the water, making him kick his legs, splashing the water even more, making cooing sounds as he smiled. 
Olive swam over to where Jack was holding Hayden.
“Daddy?” She asked.
“Yes Olive?” Jack asked, looking over at her.
“He likes it?” Olive asked and Jack nodded.
“Yeah, Hayden loves swimming with us.” Jack said as Jack continued to splash his legs into the water.
“Sadie swim with us?” Olive asked, if there was anyone who liked swimming more than the girls, it was your dog sadie.
“When Hayden gets out Mommy or I will let Sadie out okay?” Jack said.
“Okay.” Olive said before swimming back over to Paisley. Olive and Paisley wanted to play mermaids, so that’s what they did for a while until Hayden started to get fussy. Once Hayden got fussy, you took Hayden from Jack and got out of the pool, immediately wrapping him in a towel and holding him extra close so he didn’t get cold.
“Mommy, let Sadie out!!” Paisley yelled from the pool.
You got up from the pool chair and went to the back door, and as soon as you opened it, Sadie ran out of the door. Once Sadie saw Jack, Paisley, and Olive in the pool, she ran up to the edge, wagging her tail, waiting to jump into the pool. As soon as Jack gave Sadie permission to jump into the pool, she did, splashing the water, making both girls shriek as the water splashed them. 
They convinced Jack to play mermaids with them, Sadie being the shark they had to swim away from. You threw one of Sadie’s toys into the pool for her to chase before continuing to calm Hayden down. He just didn’t want to be in the water anymore and he was getting hungry so after you fed him he calmed down.
After a while of playing mermaids, they got bored of that, and decided to play with Sadie, taking turns throwing her toy while the other tried to swim faster than Sadie to the toy. Luckily Sadie wasn’t protective of her toys, so she found the game just as fun. 
Jack sat on the edge of the pool, close enough that he was there if he was needed. You joined him, sitting with your legs in the pool, Hayden, who was now asleep, in your arms.
“I always dreamed of this.” Jack said.
“Not your rap career?” You teased and Jack laughed.
“Well, that too. But I always wanted this. A wife, kids, a dog, my own family to spend my time off with. My time off would be boring without you and the kids, hell, even my time spent working would be boring if it wasn’t for all of you.” Jack said.
“I always wanted this too. It just makes it better that it’s with you.” You said, leaning over slightly to kiss Jack.
“I’m the lucky one. Anyone who thought you might be trapping me with a baby when you got pregnant were wrong, I was the one trapping you” Jack joked, making you laugh.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” Jack said, this time he leaned over to kiss you.
“Daddy, come play fish with us!” Paisley said, her and Olive swimming over to you too.
“How fish and mermaids can be two separate games, I’ll never understand.” Jack whispered to you, you laughed as Jack got back into the pool to play with Paisley and Olive again.
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Culture, parallels & meta - S3 E1
Previous season Prologue: Vlogs (1) - Vlogs (2)
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Zaterdag 21:43
The time lapse already showing us a string of places that will be important later, like the dark alley, the Meir with Noor’s workplace, the university neighborhood, the Scheldt river where the boys hang out, ...
Perfect parallel: 
The second season starts Zoë’s POV with a (washing machine) door, whilst the third opens with a door to a party that Robbe attends.
Robbe glances back at Noor passing through the shot this episode, an action he repeats when he spots Sander in the second episode. - A very subtle hint to where his love life may lead.
The first one starts with two unknown LGBT+ girls kissing at a party, the last episode shows two known LGBT+ boys (Sobbe) kissing at their own party.
The aerial shot through the floor to introduce us to Robbe’s POV here and the aerial shot through the roof to say goodbye to him in the last episode.
Moyo saying “No one would do you” to Aaron in this episode, Aaron realizing “No one here wants to do me!” in the last.
Where’s Wally? Noor greeting Marie, accompanied by Jana and Britt. Max dancing with Keisha in the crowd.
How ‘meta’ of you: Newsflash, yes you are!
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Nod to the OG: 
The deliberate messy POV: following everyone that we know already and then slowly settling on the Isak version in a tub.
Robbe saying Noor looks like ‘Natalie Portman’, which is what people said to the OG Emma when they flirted with her. Everyone, except Isak, that is.
Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Moyo keeps pressuring Robbe into explaining what type of girl he likes. The boys laugh it off when he answers that ‘he doesn’t have a type’.
Lost in translation: Moyo mocks Noor’s Dutch accent, making his ‘g’ and ‘st’ sound harsher, while also adding ‘hoor’ at the end - a typical word used by the Dutch to emphasize a point.
Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Jens is playing with the weed bag. Keisha is one of the girls that Moyo mentions as Jens’ ex-girlfriend or ex-fling. Not only did Noor nót flush the toilet, but she didn’t used any toilet paper either!
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Zaterdag 22:44
C is for culture: 
Noor rescuing Robbe on her scooter - In Belgium, you’re allowed to drive a moped or scooter once you’ve reached the age of 16. Nothing is needed if the vehicle doesn’t go above 25 km/h. If it stays between the range of 25-45 km/h and max. 50 cc, you need to pass a theoretical exam, 4 hours of driver’s ed and a practical exam to get the license. Anything other than that, has a whole new set of restrictions, types of driver’s licenses and minimum ages.  Noor and Robbe are, however, still breaking the law. As long as you’re not 18, you’re not allowed to have an extra passenger with you. Especially if they’re not wearing a helmet. (Plus they ignored a red light. Those rebels!)
“You do know that you always have to have it with you?” - The Belgian law states that everyone above age twelve, has to get an ID to identify themselves. Some might have had a Kids-ID already - for travel purposes - but that’s not mandatory. However, once you're fifteen years old, you’re obligated to carry your ID with you at all times.
Perfect parallel:
Luca being all jealous whilst staring at Noor and Robbe making out in S3, her glaring at Maud and Robbe every chance she got in the last season.
Robbe and Noor having fun on the scooter while screaming and Robbe filming their adventure in this episode. Robbe and Sander doing a similar thing, but on their bikes in a later episode.
Wink to other remakes: Robbe sporting a brown jacket. (Eliott, anyone?)
Surprise bitch, guess who: It’s Willem Chanterie, the on-set costume designer and social media production assistant!
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Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Noor has a ‘Fuck Trump’ sticker on her helmet. Robbe says “Hey, it’s red” in a very clear Antwerp accent. 
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Zaterdag 23:11
Hello from the outside: The garbage truck they sprayed, still drove around the city regularly. The art piece itself is named ‘#Genoeg mama' (= ‘#Enough mommy’). It blames the consumer society as toxic, making young people its victim.
Oopsie: Inside the graffiti den, Noor suddenly sports a tote bag with supplies, even though we never saw her wearing that in the previous shots.
Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Noor has black combat boots. The photographer is obviously Sander, in case you have missed that subtle clue.
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Zondag 13:41
Lost in translation/Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: 
“Check die pekie’s”. The word ‘pekie’ is actually Amsterdam slang for ‘beautiful girl, girlfriend’. In recent years, more and more Dutch slang are making their way into the Flemish dialect, because of the Dutch rap songs gaining popularity with the youngsters.
“Vamos, flikkers”. The word ‘flikkers’ can mean ‘wussie’ as well as a derogatory term for ‘homosexual’. Again establishing the fact that the boys use a lot of homophobic or toxic words for each other.
Robbe’s clumsiness meter: +1, him tossing the bag behind Jens instead of into his hands.
Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: There is a football right next to the skateboards.
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Maandag 16:04
C is for culture: “The whole art school was talking about it” - 
Secondary school is divided in four sections: general, technical, art and vocational. Which section you choose can have effect on further education. In one of these sections, you pick what you want to study from your first to last year (‘directions’). That means that you have some courses purely focused on the direction and others that are obligated for everyone, regardless.
Art high schoolers can choose to go to work or study a specialization afterwards. Their coursework isn’t solely art based, there are general required courses too. That’s why some foreigners - including the Dutch - come to Belgium, since they’ll get a more rounded and higher level of art education than in their countries. ‘de!KUNSTHUMANIORA’ is the high school in Antwerp Noor goes to and is known for having students with unique styles.
Perfect parallel: 
Noor waiting outside the school for Robbe and him reacting somewhat confused here, Sander doing the same and having an instantly happy Robbe in a later episode.
Robbe having no problem kissing a girl ‘as a straight guy’ in front of the gates in this episode and scared for what might happen if he kissed a boy ‘as a gay guy’ later on. 
Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The insta caption underneath the art work says ‘An inspirational message on a Sunday! Just discovered this in Antwerp city today. Artist unknown... Can you remember when you last called on your mother?’ (That last sentence, oooofff, the symbolism!)
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Dinsdag 14:57
C is for culture: 
“Yes, mini enterprises are so chill.” - Mini enterprises are often used as a tool for Economics in the fifth/sixth year. The goal of these is to ‘learn whilst doing it’. Like the name specifies, mini enterprises are actual miniature companies set up by a group of students. During the school year, they’ll try to work together on commercializing a product. All aspects of entrepreneurship are at play here: writing a business plan, holding meetings, doing bookkeeping, marketing the product, produce and sell it, ... If the enterprise idea is good or well executed, it might even win a national prize by the company making this education formula.
“What if he contacts child protection services” - Actually, those services doesn’t really exist in Belgium. There are, however, other youth organizations for these types of things, like JAC - Youth Advice Centre, CLB - Centre for Student Guidance and the Centre for Mental Healthcare.
Perfect parallel: The boys hyping Aaron up to walk over to Amber and talk to her - yet he fails in this episode, them doing the same and he succeeds (after some fails) in the last episode. 
Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Jens saying “Damn, seems like someone is on his fucking period”, after Robbe snaps at him due to the difficult telephone call with his dad.
Lost in translation: Jens saying “Mijn kop staat er niet naar” (= “My head’s not standing there”) can actually mean different things: I’m not in the mood, it’s not the right time, I don't want to do it, my head’s all over the place, ... It depends on the context, on which interpretation would suit the situation the best. 
Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The girls are all fawning all over Britt’s cellphone, so there is a good chance that they’re discussing (pictures of) her boyfriend, Sander. Also, Jana’s braces are gone! 
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Donderdag 17:13
Perfect parallel: Robbe stating that he can’t talk to his dad or he’ll fight and Zoë getting that, as she said a similar thing to an understanding Senne about her parents in S2. 
How ‘meta’ of you: Ah, yes, fandom ship names in SKAM. We applaud!
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Oopsie: If you look really hard, you see that the body type and hair of Robbe’s dad, doesn’t correspond with the version waiting at the restaurant later on.
Wink to other remakes: This shot reminding you of a certain S3 trailer?  👀
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Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The numerous references to Zoënne’s relationship in their room (relationship pics, Senne’s guitar). The paper Milan gifts to Robbe is the written permission by his parent to live with them, as is obligated by law.
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Vrijdag 20:04
Perfect parallel: 
Senne pulling Zoë up after a kiss here, just like with their first kiss in S2.
Robbe pushing Milan away after thinking he wanted to kiss him at the party in S2, them hugging it out in after talking about it in S3.
Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Zoë and Milan making some healthy party snacks like cauliflower and cocktail sauce, cheese with tomatoes and salami squares. She pulls back the bottle of gin that Milan wants to steal. Senne also bought paprika and tortilla chips from Colruyt (a discount store).
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Vrijdag 20:54
C is for culture: “Noor, Robbe’s girlfriend” - (Teen) dating culture is different in Belgium. Usually, if you have kissed, hung out, texted or just said/did something to show your mutual interest, you’d pretty much consider yourself in a relationship. It can go from 0 to 100 very quick. Unless there is, of course, an agreement that what you’re doing is no such thing. Also, nobody really ask you to be their gf/bf. It just implied or stated to their family or friends. 
Perfect parallel: 
A reluctant Robbe pushing himself to do stuff to Noor (playful dancing, kissing, riling her up) as far as putting his hands on her bra here. A totally different, excited Robbe not even thinking twice about doing these things to Sander, even licking his nipple during their reunion.
Noor pushing Robbe on the bed and climbing over him, whilst Robbe looks all sad in this episode. Him pushing Sander on the bed and being happy as Sander crawls over him during their reunion.
Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Robbe tries to convince himself into liking heterosexual sex with Noor and fake laughs with his friends about having it.
Where’s Wally? Keisha laughing with Amber and later dancing with Marie.
Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Jens is talking to Senne. The decorations behind Milan saying ‘Welkom Robbe’ (= ‘Welcome Robbe’). Noor has a beautiful tattoo of a pin-up girl covered with butterflies on her lower arm.
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FIRST DRIFT
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      ALL THE PSYCHOLOGICAL EXAMS, BRAIN SCANS... ect, ect, had told her what she already felt, what she was convinced she knew. if she was going to drift with someone, it would be ryker.  from their first match , the mutual respect established in each swing, every slash and butt, every feint, parry, strike, counterstrike matched, hanbōs snapping and clicking against each other like some kind of dance created by the cosmos.  was this what it was like to be a twin?   she wasn’t sure.  but it felt like it, IT FELT GOOD for once, to be equally matched. equally formidable.  ryker was 214 lbs of sheer strength, standing at 6′4, and jac, 8 inches shorter than him, and a nearly 75 pound difference could keep him on his toes. she had heard what the combination of all the KWOON training and the 52 steps of jaeger bushido was supposed to do... but to be a part of that, to feel it for herself was different. to see the way they adjusted for each other, naturally taking the others’ position in every move and countermove, even their breathing had fallen into sync, and according to the fightmaster and psych analysts, that was a good sign.  even at 6 am, even at the end of a 14 hour training day, she and ryker knew each other as if they had spent their whole lives with one another. he knew her moves and she knew his.  in a way too, it was a little scary.  
       but in a good way.   the more steps she took to the simulator, the more she could feel the weight of this            becoming a ranger settle in. she was drift compatible.  and in a few minutes time, she’d be put with ryker, and they would be expect to drift for the first time.  to mind meld, to share countless memories and proceed with a hopefully successful neural handshake. all thoughts aside, they had already discussed it. they were adults and could respect each others’ decisions.  it was A PART of respecting each other. her boots shuffled as she went up the stairs and tucked the piece of paper into the pocket of her leggings, smoothing out her sweater as a way of setting aside her nerves.  it’s just a simulation. BUT ONE DAY, IT WOULD BE INSIDE OF A SKYSCRAPER MECHA, A JAEGER, with the expectation of protecting humanity from alien lizards that came from the breach.  right as the clock hit 5 pm, ryker came into sight, and she felt her shoulders drop in relief. ❝ ready ? ❞  
      a nod. ❝ as i’ll ever be. ❞  she couldn’t help but copy ryker’s enthusiastic smile.  eventually their instructor ( one of them ), someone from LOCCENT, and their marshall becomes present, as they’re introduced to the simulator, fitted for the thinking cap and other parts of equipment, BUT her mind is processing to fast, too much at once for her to catch all the names.  and as they go through their instructions, she repeats to herself: don’t chase the RABIT.  she can’t do it in combat, so no point in doing it here. ryker gives her a quick, reassurance glance as she nods.   
                    initiating neural handshake in: 3, 2, 1... 
      for a second it’s as if her stomach drops like falling from the peak of a rollercoaster hill, but then she can see every memory blur past her, one by one. her first rifle shot with her dad.   the birth of her brother, christian.  the constant moving. her first aikido class in tokyo when she was seven.   moving to berlin.  then lima.  her parents’ divorce. moving with her mom to nevada.  years spent in choir.  joining the rifle team.  her first deployment overseas.  rescue missions searching for survivors who didn’t evacuate in time from the kaiju attacks.  in between memories, she can hear laughing, familiar voices like that of her mom, of her dad, of her brothers; fainter voices like that of her captain in basic training for the air force yelling at her that she couldn’t do this. that she was weak, IS THAT THE BEST YOU GOT, DRAKE? IF THAT’S ALL, THEN YOU NEED TO GO HOME!  she can see herself in a helicopter, flying overhead, dressed in pararescue gear.   she can hear one of the children she rescued calling for their mother                    mommy?  it’s okay, sweetheart. come with me, we’ll get you safe and we’ll find your mommy together.  okay. a small hand grasped around her own, picking up the five year old girl and holding her close in her gear...  suddenly, her memories pick up traction, mixing with ryker’s               she can see him learning lua from his father, see his mother cooking for him; see someone’s funeral,  she sees him, in so many ways.  MAKE US PROUD, SON.  it feels like she’s rapidly blinking, seeing ryker flirt with a girl at the same time she sees herself kissing .... well, kissing yancy.  on the cheek, nonetheless, but she knows she’ll catch some grief from ryker.  all of these memories rush over her like a river, and when she surfaces, she hears it:
NEURAL HANDSHAKE COMPLETE. STRONG AND HOLDING. 
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As a general disclaimer: This is all fiction, using some of our favorite people in a world created for entertainment.  In no way do I write RPF with cruel intentions toward anyone in real life.  I adore every spouse of every SPN actor, there is absolutely no malice meant by any of these stories.  If you disagree with reading/writing RPF, please just skip these stories!
Jensen x Reader
Firebird Masterlist - Series All Work and No Play - One Shot, smut Mr. Boss-Man - One Shot, fluff-ish Steamy - Drabble, smut Frustrated - Drabble, angst-ish, fluff Coffee Drip - Drabble, actor/friend!reader Baby and the ‘Bird - One Shot, fluff, companion to Firebird Double Shift - One Shot, flangsty? Secret Santa - One Shot, fluff (Holiday) My Omega, Forever - One Shot, smut Keeps to Himself - Drabble/Aesthetic Family Business Publishing Company - Part One of Two Itching Fingers - One Shot, fluff Fourth Time’s the Charm - Drabble, smut Beater - One Shot, smut
Jared x Reader
Private Tutor (NO PAIRING) Written for @katnharper Wet - One Shot, smut Coffee Girl - One Shot, fluff Fits Just Right - Drabble, smut Baby Girl - Drabble, fluff Bitter - One Shot, general Paris - One Shot, Jared x OFC for @faifre123 Zip Line - One Shot, angst/fluff Damn Guest Stars - One Shot, smut Cinnamon, Gingerbread, and Pine - One Shot, fluff, Holiday 4th Time’s the Charm - One Shot, ABO, fluff Hot in Here - One Shot, smut San Jac Publishing - Sequel to Family Business Publishing Company I’ll Teach You - One Shot, fluff Phobia - One Shot, angst Support - drabble, no pairing Interesting - drabble, smut
Misha x Reader
Matchmaker - One Shot, fluff (Holiday) Missing - One Shot, fluff The Diving Instructor - One Shot, fluff
J2
Wake Up Call - Smut, implied J2M Time to Move - J2 smut Anything - J2 fluff So Full - J2 x Reader smut Sketching - fluff (prequel to Time to Move)
Padackles
Liplock - nonexplicit/implied smut Damsel in Distress - Padackles fluff, Part 1 (Holiday) Lucky Ducks - Padackles smut, Part 2 (Holiday)
Cockles
The Wrong Briefs - Misha x Jensen, One Shot, smut The Ribbed One, Please - Cockles, One Shot, Smut Dean’s Bedroom - Cockles, A/B/O, smut
Mishalecki
Happy to Help - Misha x Jared, One Shot, A/B/O smut Neckties - Misha x Jared, One Shot, A/B/O smut
Jensen x Danneel
I Love You - fluff (Holiday-ish) Ours - Drabble/aesthetic, fluff Not Time - x Reader, Drabble, smut Awesome - drabble, smut
Compatible You Series (Jensen x Danneel x Reader)   The agency Compatible You has matched you with a couple to spend a week with, but when you get to their home and prepare for your introduction, you don’t expect to recognize your matches: Jensen and Danneel Ackles.
Other
Challenge Accepted - Misha x Richard, One Shot, smut The Kiss - Richard x Reader, One Shot, fluff Family Celebration - Padalecki Family fluff Omega-Mommy - Rob x Reader, Drabble, A/B/O fluff Quiet Night - Rob x Reader x Jensen, Drabble/aesthetic, fluff Up Too Late - Jared x Genevieve, angst
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