#I can imagine them laughing with their pterodactyl laughter

[artemispt]

https://x.com/raqueldsastre/status/1802439650092646582?t=SeYr17KJlsB0TVnjxYVmvA&s=19 👀

Oh thank you!!! Carlos talking about the Carlando DTS episode:

Also, the same twitter account retweeted more clips of the interview with captions!

[fabulouspotatosister]

just for a day

summary: What’s a little acting between friends? If friends was even the right word.

word count: (idk yet man lol ) 3,373

request:  Hello! I just wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! If I may, could I request an 11 x reader where the reader’s friends keep bugging them to get a boyfriend, but they say they already do and they have to ask the Doctor to be their “boyfriend” (kind of like with Clara at the beginning of Time Of The Doctor) and eventually leads to feelings being spilt? If not, that’s perfectly fine!

a/n: this got WAYYY too long and for that i am so sorry lmao. i’m writing and posting this on the same day so if there are many mistakes or it doesn’t make sense that’s on me. anyway, i hope you enjoy this fic!

gif credit: @pavel-chekovs

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“You’re back!”

 You’d expected screaming. You’d expected yelling, and a fair dose of pterodactyl-esque screeching from the students in your advisory class, but what you weren’t expecting was crying. And lots of it. Nearly every fresh-faced elementary student was in tears, some sobbing quietly and some full-on bawling as soon as you walked through the door.

It was nice, cute even, but honestly a little disconcerting.

 “Hi, everyone,” you said, shutting the door carefully behind you. The sight of their crying faces immediately activated your Parent Mode. “Are you all okay?”

 “Perfectly fine!” Marih chirped, president of the class and therefore a little more levelheaded than the rest, which earned her a handful of disagreeing sighs. “What? Guys, you look ridiculous crying,” she continued, as she wiped her cheeks with the back of her palms and gave you a toothy grin. “We’re just happy you’re here again.”

 You smiled at her, and reached out to pat the top of her head. “That’s great and all, but it’s like you guys haven’t seen me in ages.”

 A heavy silence fell over the whole class. You saw students shift in their seats and look down at the floor, suddenly very interested in their black school shoes. Even Jaden, the class’s resident troublemaker, didn’t say a word. Marih cringed, ran a hand through her long dark hair, and smoothed the front of her checkered uniform.

 “How long have I been gone?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. Marih seemed to cringe away at the question. “I thought I was only travelling for a week!”

 “Actually,” Marih said, stretching out the word, “you’ve been gone for three months?”

Your mouth fell open. You stared at her for a moment, dumbfounded, before you dug into your pocket and fished out your phone – she was right, it had been exactly three months and a week since you’d left the school to go travelling.

 You groaned. “Oh, I’m going to kill him.”

 By travelling, you meant time travelling and by him you meant the Doctor. The madman in a box that you’d run off with. You had let him turn your life upside down in the best way possible since he dragged you into the TARDIS, with his stupidly gorgeous smile and eyes and – you were getting off topic. Now you were plotting the murder of the man that you would consider to be the most incredible thing that had ever happened to you.

 “Hey, ma’am?” came a soft voice from the front of the room. Karyll, with her tied-back hair and glasses, looked up at you from her seat. “Why are you looking like you’re going to kill someone?”

 “’Cause I am,” you said cheerily, shoving your phone back into your pocket. Oh, you were going to have words with him, and they would most definitely not be nice ones. “Have I missed anything big? Were you nice to my substitute?”

 A collective wave of disagreement swept over the class, and you couldn’t help but let a smile slip onto your face. These were your babies after all, and if you’d really been gone for three months then they were sorely missing their Second Mom.

 Maybe the tears weren’t that much of a surprise after all.

 “Okay, good morning everyone! Now, if we’re still on schedule, and I really hope we are, we should be talking about integers…”

 The late afternoon sun drifted through the curtains of your classroom, filling the room with an almost hazy glow as you sat with your best friends in a haphazard circle of desks. Your kids had all gone home already, and a little pile of flowers and chocolates sat neatly on your shelves, right beside your lesson plan folders.

 Denise leaned forward to look at them, her curly hair falling over her face. She was the elementary students’ science teacher, and was so well-organized it was almost inhuman. She would have liked the planet where everything was arranged alphabetically, you thought.

 “I’m jealous, my students never give me gifts,” she said as she leaned away. “Sis, where have you even been?”

 “Long story,” you replied, and it was. You weren’t sure if you could fit everything you’d been through – travelling through time, going to planets lightyears away, and of course all of the near-death experiences – into a story that you could tell in under an hour, and you weren’t going to try.

 “And you’ve been travelling? By yourself?” Julianne, an arts teacher, raised her eyebrows at you from behind her laptop. “God, that’s lonely. Oh – unless…” Her calm expression morphed into something truly evil in your line of work – mischievousness. “Unless you had someone with you.”

 “I mean –” Oh no, this was going to be hard to get out of. “I mean, I wasn’t alone,” you said, hoping the smile on your face was enough to mask your utter fear. You knew exactly where Julianne was going and you hated it. “I was with someone.”

 “Ooh,” Julianne said, her grin growing so sly it was sending shivers up your spine. “You’ve been gone three months, has anything happened between you and your travel buddy?”

 Heat rushed to your face. If you were a cartoon character steam would be pouring from your ears. “Why would you say something like that?”

 Julianne shrugged. “We’ve been telling you to get a boyfriend for so long. You said you’d be gone a week, and then you disappear for three months… that kinda says something, don’t you think, Denise?”

 “Definitely.” Denise grinned, and you shot her a helpless look.

 “We’re doing this because we love you,” Julianne sang. The light from her laptop was enough to make her look absolutely menacing. “So? Travel buddy? Or more than that?”

 The Doctor wasn’t just a travel buddy, and he was so much more than that – but you hadn’t found the words for what he meant to you, at least not yet. Companion was enough for you and him, but even then, there was a weight to that word. And there was definitely a weight to your partnership, but you wouldn’t call it… dating.

 Julianne simply waggled her perfectly shaped eyebrows at you. You swallowed. You and the Doctor were a long story too, and Julianne wasn’t going to be happy with “maybe” for an answer.

 The words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. “Fine, he’s my boyfriend!”

 I want to crawl into a hole and die was your inner monologue, and your background music was Julianne and Denise’s raucous laughter. I want to crawl into a hole and never have to face the world ever again.

 --

 Smash cut to you, standing nervously in your bedroom, gripping your phone so tightly you were sure it was going to break. Your plans of killing the Doctor for dropping you off late would have to wait. The phone rung once, twice, and you chewed your lip. If he was in the Time Vortex, any version of him could answer the phone and you couldn’t deal with that on top of everything, not today at least –

 “Hello?”

 You heaved a sigh of relief at the sound of the Doctor, your Doctor’s voice. “Help?” you squeaked out.

 “Help?” the Doctor repeated. There was a blaring noise, and then the sound of electricity crackling. Something fizzled and popped, and the Doctor shouted something that sounded like a swear. “Oh, shut it – you – sorry, sorry. You were saying?”

 “Uh, where are you right now? Are you somewhere?” you asked.

 “I’m not somewhere, I’m drifting! Right above Earth, approximately right where you are,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice. It quelled your anxiety somewhat. “I’m doing maintenance. Agh – ow! I think I can see the roof of your house through the clouds, unless that’s someone else’s house. What color is your roof?”

 You giggled. “It’s brown. You’re in the same time as me?”

 “’Course I am,” the Doctor said. You heard the clanging sound of metal being dropped. “I never left.”

 The Doctor liked to run off on his own when you were home and have his own mini-adventures. He liked to come back and say he’d spent his time with alien royalty, or something like that. But instead he was staying put, he was waiting, for you. It made the next part so much harder.

 “I need you to be my boyfriend,” you said quickly, covering your burning face with your free hand.

 “Oh,” the Doctor said simply. Another clang.

 Oh? “Just for a day,” you coughed. “I kind of said that I had a boyfriend, and that he was my travel buddy, and now my friends kind of want to meet you. It’s my grade’s family day tomorrow, maybe you could, uh, show up?”

 “And be your boyfriend,” the Doctor said.

 You nodded, then, “And be my boyfriend. Just for the day. You never have to show up again.”

There was a beat of silence, and for a second you thought the Doctor was going to say no – he had every right to, of course, and you could just lie and say that he couldn’t show up – but the Doctor laughed, cheerful and warm. “Ding-dong! Okay! What time tomorrow? I have to study, I’m a bit rusty in places.”

 Your mouth fell open for the second time in twenty-four hours. “You’re serious?”

 “Very! Any pet name preferences?”

 You groaned loudly, and the Doctor laughed again. “Shut up!”

 “Alright, alright. Guess I’ll have to do my own research.”

 There was another moment of silence, and when the Doctor spoke again, it was much softer, much less playful. His voice almost sounded fond. “Goodnight?”

 “Goodnight, Doctor,” you said softly, and the call cut off with a series of short beeps.

 --

 Was it a surprise that you barely slept at all? You had spent the whole night with your imagination running at full capacity, your mind latching onto every single thought and concept it could come up with. You slipped in and out of sleep, lying still in bed whenever a possibility popped into your head. To say you were nervous was the understatement of the year – but what was a little acting between friends?

 If friends was the right word for it.

 You waited for the Doctor behind the school, leaning against the concrete wall and watching the TARDIS fade into this plane. Wind blew into your face as the TARDIS groaned and wheezed, eventually materializing in front of you.

 “I’m not late, am I?” the Doctor said, sticking his head out of the TARDIS doors. He grinned widely, his hair falling into his face. You grinned back at him and pushed yourself off the wall.

 “You’re early, which is a first,” you said. The Doctor frowned at you, stepped carefully out of the TARDIS, and frowned some more. “Don’t look at me like that.”

 “I think I’ve earned the right to look at you however I’d like,” the Doctor huffed, adjusting his bowtie. He’d ditched the tweed for the day, it seemed, going with a long green coat that annoyingly complimented his eyes. The frown didn’t last very long, though, because he went right back to grinning brightly at you. He held out his elbow in your direction. “Shall we?”

 “Here’s the lucky girl,” Julianne cooed as you walked into the empty canteen. All the tables were pushed aside to make space for all the games you’d be playing – in the corner of your eye, you saw the Doctor light up at the sight of all of the streamers and balloons. “And here’s the lucky boy – oh my god, Denise.”

 “What?” Denise popped up from behind a large speaker, then blanched. “Oh, now I’m double jealous.”

 The Doctor pulled away from you to lightly kiss both of Julianne’s cheeks in greeting. Julianne looked positively starstruck when he stepped back to stand beside you, quickly waving Denise over. Denise had her mouth hanging open, still clutching a microphone in her hands.

 “Hi,” you said, gesturing at the Doctor, “here’s my boyfriend.”

 The Doctor raised his hand and smiled. “Hello! I’m John Smith, lovely to meet you both. You’re my girlfriend’s girl friends, I assume?”

 “Uh –” Denise blinked owlishly. “Yeah, we are.” Then, quietly and to herself, “Holy moly.”

 You couldn’t help but grin at their flabbergasted faces. The Doctor rested his hand on the small of your back, and you leaned into his touch as if it was the most normal thing in the universe. That was enough to make Denise stumble into Julianne, who barely even reacted, as she was still staring wide-eyed at the both of you.

 “I think we caught them off guard,” you said. The Doctor chuckled and leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

 “You did when we met, sweetheart,” the Doctor said smoothly. Sweetheart echoed in your ears and bounced off the walls of your already racing mind. Your heart stuttered in your chest. That was bad.

 “Oh, are we doing charm now?” you asked. “Are you trying to be charming?”

 “I did say I would study,” the Doctor said.

 “You guys are insufferable,” Denise said, but she was beaming at you. “If you could get your hands off of your travel buddy for just a few minutes, I need help with the mics, the families are gonna be here any minute…”

 Her voice trailed off as she walked back to the speaker. You stood on your tiptoes to kiss the Doctor’s cheek, feeling his skin heat up underneath your lips. “See you later.”

 “…See you,” the Doctor echoed, and bent down to kiss your cheek too. He turned on his heel and walked towards the decorations, softly muttering, “Ooh, balloons! Love a good balloon…”

 You stared at him for longer than you should have, watching him poke and prod at the balloons lying on the tables. He put his face very close to one and smiled at his reflection in the plastic. Affection welled up in your chest, and a tiny smile slipped onto your face.

 “Look at you, you’re smiling at him,” Julianne chimed, sidling up to you and nudging your side. “That’s disgusting.”

 “Says the girl who said I needed to get a boyfriend,” you shot back.

 The Doctor went still for a little bit and turned to face you, smiled and winked, then went right back to inspecting balloons. Julianne made a strangled noise, and you made one too. So he was doing charm, and you hated to admit that it was absolutely working on you.  

 “I meant to say disgustingly adorable,” Julianne said. “You’re so lucky.”

 You gave him another glance as you walked away to help Denise with the mics – “help with the mics” was apparently code for “I’m going to tease you more about your new boyfriend”  which wasn’t helped by the fact that every so often, the Doctor would look in your direction and just smile, which was enough to make you stumble over your own words and give Denise more teasing fodder.

 The parents and their kids eventually filed into the canteen and you flipped into Teacher Mode. You stood next to your students, pinched their cheeks and then greeted all of the parents and got everyone ready for the program. (You didn’t notice how the Doctor mirrored you, standing a little far away and watching, a dumb smile on his face.)

 Julianne and Denise were the emcees for the family day, big smiles on their faces as they rounded up everyone for the games. At the mere mention of games, the Doctor was back at your side at an instant, his eyes glittering with excitement.

 “Please don’t destroy the kids,” you pleaded.

 “No promises,” he replied, and then proceeded to destroy the kids in most of the games.

 The first game had Julianne call out for whoever could bring an item of her choice to the table – the Doctor, with his coat that was surely bigger on the inside, had no trouble pulling out whatever was asked. Even when Julianne started to test the waters and ask for increasingly insane items, the Doctor just kept going. He jumped in joy like a little kid at the win, bounding up to you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You’d just blushed and smiled, ignoring the butterflies that were multiplying in your stomach.

 The Doctor holding your hand wasn’t new. The Doctor being close to you wasn’t new. The Doctor being affectionate with you wasn’t new. But now it was all under the guise of being your boyfriend. Of course it felt different, but to your surprise and growing horror, it didn’t feel bad.

 The Doctor shouting your name snapped you out of your thoughts. He was standing on a piece of newspaper as Denise started to get music ready, waving his arms to beckon you over. His coat was gone, thrown onto a nearby table, and even without it he was dashing.

 “I need you over here!” he yelled, still jumping excitedly. His hair bounced up and down with the movement. “I need a partner!”

 You let your feet carry you to him, trying to ignore the stares pointed your way. The Doctor took your hand in his and pulled you onto the newspaper.

 “Stay close,” the Doctor said. “I’ve got this.”

 Loud, thumping music filled the air. The Doctor spun you around and you squealed in surprise, moving your feet clumsily to the music. Suddenly, it stopped, and the Doctor pulled you back onto the newspaper. It was a tight fit, and you had to press yourself against his body to even stay standing. The butterflies in your stomach went crazy at the contact, and once again you tried to ignore that, too.

 “What did I say?” the Doctor breathed, his breath tickling your ear, his smile wide and manic. “Let’s dance!”

 The paper got smaller and smaller, and the two of you got closer and closer. Sweat started to bead on your forehead, and the Doctor had rolled his sleeves up in the middle of all the chaos. In the end, it was just you and another pair of parents, tiptoeing on their own folded pieces of newspaper.

 “I’ve got an idea,” the Doctor said, his voice loud over the music. “When the music stops, jump into my arms.”

 “Seriously?!” you shouted, and the Doctor nodded enthusiastically. “You’ve got the balance of a drunk giraffe! You’ll drop me!”

 “Do you trust me?” the Doctor asked.

 There wasn’t any question. “I do!”

 “Then jump!”

 The music stopped, and in the split second where the Doctor stepped onto the now-tiny folded newspaper, you ran and leapt. For a moment, it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to catch you at all, and in your mind you could already see it – you crashing into him and sending you both tumbling to the floor.

 The Doctor’s arms shot out and caught you. Cheers erupted from everyone in the canteen, and behind you your competitors both lost their balance and fell face-first onto the floor. You wrapped your arms around the Doctor’s neck to steady yourself in his arms, feeling him shake slightly as he kept you aloft.

 “We won!” you gasped, still basking in all of the cheering. “As expected from my lovely boyfriend.”

 The words left your mouth as easily as breathing. You smiled up at the Doctor, breathless from all of the dancing. His skin shone with sweat, his hair was a mess, and his bowtie was askew, but even that was enough to make you throw all caution to the wind – still in his arms, you pulled him down and kissed him.

 Cheers erupted from everyone again, but you could care less. The room could be empty and nothing would have changed. As cliché as it sounded, all the mattered was the feeling of the Doctor’s lips against yours. Your hands found their way into his hair and he melted into your touch, pulling you closer to him.

 “You know,” the Doctor breathed as he pulled away, “I don’t want this to be just for a day.”

 “Good,” you replied. You leaned up to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Because I don’t either.”

[yeojaa]

ANGELS & AIRWAVES (w. jjk)

He's never met you but you know how he sounds when he wakes up from a nap and his greatest fears.  You know the way he sings after a shower and that he could be mistaken for a dying seal when he's laughing too hard.  The best part?  You don't judge him for any of it - including the fact he's a filthy Widow main.  He might just love you.

alt summary.  Jeon Jungkook has a big fat crush on a girl he's never met.

pairing.  jeon jungkook

genre + rating.  fluffy crack.  general, for now.

warning / tags.  long-distance relationship, crushes, canon compliant (ish),  eventual happy ending, gaming, gamer!jungkook, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, overwatch.  tags are hard.  :( 

reading.   n/a.  a three part one-shot.

word count.  ~2750

part ii.

JUNGKOOK’S ROOM Sunday, 15 March, 2020.  2:01 AM.   

He falls for you in between the tireless teasing, the laughter that sinks into his ears and replays like a highlight reel.  It happens when he leasts expects it, when he's got his face pressed into the velvet of Yeontan's fur and you're cooing over voice chat, whispering sweet nothings to the manic panic pup.  It comes in the moments he's not expecting it to, when he's frustrated and unbearable and you're as sunny as always, spilling yellow paint across the doors he tries to keep shut.  

Bit by bit, day by day, he finds himself thinking of you more. 

First, it's wondering what you're doing while he's half-asleep and on his way to the studio.  Do you look as tired as you sound?  What colour is your hair and how does it stick up when you've just rolled out of bed?  When you yawn, do you stretch like a cat?  He thinks you do, if the sounds you make are any indication.

Then it's asking himself whether you might like the same things he does, from horror movies to carnival rides.  Would you hold his hand as you made the drop, stomachs leaping into your throats?  Would you scream?  Would it sound anything like that terrified pterodactyl noise you make when you're spawn camped by a Roadhog?  He doesn't consider the fact that he doesn't even know if you're in the same city and you'll likely never meet - bound to the servers of Overwatch only.  

He thinks about all the things he'd like to do with you.  Video game nights filled with butter-tipped fingers and spilled popcorn.  Walks with your family dog - Natto - you'd told him about, all fluffy white fur and dark teddy bear eyes.  Sunrises on the rooftop of his building, because you had the worst insomnia he'd ever seen and what better way to spend your endless waking hours than with him.  

Jeon Jungkook knows he'll probably never get any of these things, but he lets himself daydream anyway. 

Like now, for instance, as the two of you sit in another queue at 2 AM.  You just woke up and you've got that tell-tale rattle in your lungs, words sluggish and lacking any real intent.  He imagines you look the way you sound - tired and a little out of it, with barely opened eyes and sleep-loosened limbs.  

"How'd you sleep?"  He asks softly, crossing his legs beneath him and raising his arms high above his head in the same instance.  The bones of his body realign, ridges of his spine clicking into place when he knots his fingers together and pulls taut.  

"You know - the usual,"  you muse, apathetic.  It's always the same.  

He doesn't question it any further.  He had once or twice, when you'd first started talking and he'd noticed the way you were always up at inhuman times.  One grumbling response had told him enough - your schedule was what it was and no amount of remedying could fix it.  

There's a beat of silence before he hears rustling and then the loud, inescapable sound of an electric toothbrush.  You don't bother to mute your microphone, not that he minds.  He simply sits quietly, scrolling through his phone as you go about your "morning" routine.  

"How was your day?"  You're settled back at your computer, he thinks.  The acoustics sound far less like that of a bathroom.  

"I had the day off, actually."  He'd used it to edit some footage and record a cover.  He hasn't posted it to Twitter yet - there were certain times he was supposed to, to maximize visibility - but he's excited for when he does.  It's a song that's been stuck in his head for weeks, all thanks to you.

"Woah - you didn't work today?"  There's genuine surprise in your question, rounded syllables that pop off your tongue in an explosion of shock.

“Right?”  He laughs a little, short and sweet.

Despite his carefully crafted facade, there were certain plot points that just stuck, intrinsically weaved into his day-to-day whether he liked it or not.

His jam packed schedule, for instance. 

To you, it’s the result of stretching himself too thin between teaching at his friend’s dance studio (where he also apparently moonlights as a personal trainer) and working as a videographer for his media-involved friends.  Not that you know any of them.  No, no.  All the work he does is for the little guys - none of those big companies like BigHit or JYP.  Jungkook’s just your average Joe behind the camera.

“What did you do all day then?”  You’re still in awe, little flecks of wonder threaded throughout like glittering gold yarn.  

“Hung out.  Did some editing.  I’m kind of behind.”  That was an understatement.  He’s working on footage from six months ago, trying to get it out before they head on tour and he won’t have the kind of time he has now.  

“Probably spending too much time gaming.”  

“Yeah, probably.”  Not that he minds, or that he’d change it.  He savours the time you spend together, even if it has kind of messed up his sleep schedule.  

“Sorry not sorry,”  you quip, seemingly reading his mind.  

“You should be,”  he retorts with laughter that builds in his stomach and echoes out of his chest.  “I don’t think I’ve had a good night's sleep in weeks.”

If you hadn’t had this conversation a handful of times before, he thinks you might be offended.  Instead, he can practically hear you roll your eyes - imagines your optic nerve nearly severs with the intensity of it - and grins.

“Don’t kid yourself - you know I’m the best thing about your nights!”

You’re not wrong.  “You’ve been lied to.”

“I’m suing!”

“I’ll have my lawyer contact your lawyer.”

“Wait, what?” 

The two of you have done what you always do - talked yourself into a tizzy that has you both laughing, sound crackling across the airwaves.  It’s nonsensical and silly but it feels good.  Your bond shines with it, glitters prettily between you.

Thank god for Overwatch.

You return the conversation to a semblance of normalcy first.  “Did you listen to that song I sent?”

“Yeah.”  The briefest pause.  “It was terrible.  Hated it.”

“Oh, shut up!” 

“I’m kidding.  It was really good.”  Jungkook doesn’t tell you that he’s had it on repeat for the past few days, saved to the private playlist that’s filled with the rest of your song recommendations.  

“I know!”  You’re preening as if he’d just complimented you, clearly pleased by the praise.  He supposes it’s a pretty good endorsement regardless. 

“Got any more for me?” 

“I should just make you a playlist.”

He ignores the way his heart skips a very real beat, mimics the erratic rhythm of his fingers on his keyboard.  Because he’d absolutely love that.

“You should.”

“Really?”  You sound uncertain but maybe - just maybe - a little hopeful.  He might also just be imagining things, as he so often does with you. 

“Yeah.  Why not?”  It comes nonchalantly despite the rushing in his ears, the wave that threatens to drown him.  He can feel emotion in his chest - winged and distracting.  A kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering away. 

You’re quiet for another second.  It feels like an eon.  “Okay, yeah.  I’ll start one and we can just add to it together.”

BIG HIT ENTERTAINMENT’S GYM Thursday, 26 March, 2020.  6:30 PM.   

“You sound like a meathead,”  you say, off-hand and disinterested.  

He loathes the grunt that squeaks past his teeth as he gently returns the dumbbells to the floor. Cue a generous chug of water and a near death experience when the liquid goes down the wrong pipe. 

Loud coughing crackles through his airpods before he’s addressing you.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re grunting like a caveman.”

If your first comment hadn’t offended him, this one does.  Jungkook scoffs, tonguing the interior of his cheek as his brow furrows.  Weights are returned to his hands, rotated above each shoulder as he resumes another set of presses. 

“Do you even workout anything other than your fingers?”  He’s making a conscious effort not to make a sound, breath exhaled sharply through his nose.  It’s harder than he cares to admit but he’s also not about to give you an excuse to tease him further.  You already had way too much material.

“Don’t shame me!”  You really don’t sound that indignant.

“So, I’m right?  You’re a big couch potato who’s just jealous of my hot body?”

Now you’re incredulous.  It’s one of his favourite sounds because it comes draped in laughter, dancing around his head in the form of cartoon hearts. 

“Did you just say ‘hot body’, Jay?”

“Maybe I did.  What of it?”  He sniffs - he’s picked it up from you over the months - and your amusement doubles, giggles crashing into each other in their haste.  

“You are so, so weird.”  There’s a tenderness in your voice that he’d like to live in.  It wraps him up like a hug, tugging at his feeble little heartstrings. 

“Weird and hot.”

“You can’t just say that!”

“Why not?”  If anything, you’re the one person he can say it to.  With you, it’s the funniest joke he’s ever made.  It’s playful and silly, with no rhyme or reason.  He doesn’t have to worry about it being misconstrued or held against him. 

“You just can’t!  Only other people can say it.”  You sigh dramatically, from your chest.  “Do I have to teach you everything?”

“Everything but being healthy, probably.” 

“Har har har.”  

He can tell by how the words roll off your tongue, muffled and lacking clarity, that you’re eating.  He wonders if you’ve made pancakes - you’d been complaining about craving them just two days ago.  There are no tell-tale crunching or slurping, so he knows it isn’t your usual double whammy combo of ramyeon and Choco Boys.  

“I’ll have you know I used to run.”  Something about the way you say it makes him believe you, even though he wants to mock you a little more.  

“In gym class doesn’t count.”

“I used to run with Natto, you ass!”  Okay - so that actually sounded legitimate.

“Why don’t you still then?”

“There was an incident once.”  You’re sipping on something - likely coffee with oat milk and two pumps of hazelnut syrup.  It doesn’t matter that it’s dinner time and most people would be winding down for the evening.  “Because of my insomnia, I’d run at odd hours.  One day, some weirdo stopped me while I was running along the river.  He didn’t hurt me or anything—”  A part of him thinks you’re downplaying it but he says nothing, only waiting for you to continue.  “—but he followed me home.  I made the mistake of telling my parents and they freaked out so…” 

“So no more running by yourself.” 

“Yeah, exactly.”

“I’d run with you.”  It doesn’t mean much, but it’s the thought that counts.  

“Thanks, Jay.”  

Not for the first time, he wishes he could hear his name - his real name.  Just once.

“JUNGKOOOOOOOOOOK.”  It eats up every ounce of space of the gym, filling the room with the resounding boom of it.  How it manages to be so loud, he’s not sure.  He wishes it weren’t.  There’s no way you haven’t heard it.  

Especially not when it comes again, deafening even to his occupied ears. 

“JUNGKOOOOK-AH!”  Namjoon now, right as the double doors fly open.

Jimin’s barreling toward the alarmed maknae as he shouts.  “WE’RE DOING A VLIVE!”

Jungkook feels like his insides are melting  - his internal temperature spiking with embarrassment and worry and something that chants oh no! over and over in his head.  The tops of his ears are burning, as is the column of his throat.  A quick glance in the mirror confirms his suspicion that he is, indeed, bright tomato red.

“Jay?”  You repeat once, twice, when he doesn’t immediately answer.  “Everything okay?”

He moves with a speed he doesn’t expect, weights unceremoniously dropped on either side of him before he’s tearing his AirPods out.  “I’ve got to go. Sorry!”

He doesn’t end the Discord call a moment too soon, Jimin upon him in the next instant.  The smaller dancer is draping himself across Jungkook’s shoulders, the widest shit-eating grin on his pretty face.

“Want to join us for a VLive?”  

“No.  I’m busy.”  

“Busy with your girlfriend?”  Jimin’s wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.  He only stops when Jungkook shifts aggressively, tearing himself out from underneath the other.  

“Not my girlfriend!”  

“But you wish she was!”  

He can’t deny that, so he doesn’t bother, instead seizing his discarded weights with an embarrassed scowl permanently etched into the planes of his face.  He’s reracking them - because god, he’s not an animal - when he notices Jimin making his departure, that teasing smile replaced with something soft and edging on concern.

“What’re you going to do when we’re on tour?”

Jungkook blanches then.  You’d become such an undeniable part of his everyday life that he hadn’t even considered what it’d mean when he was busier than now, unable to spend late nights gaming with you. 

But Jimn’s already gone, leaving him and his thoughts alone.

JUNGKOOK’S ROOM Friday, 27 March, 2020.  12:05 AM. 

It’s close to midnight by the team he logs on.  Realistically, he should go to sleep.  He’s clean and worn out and his bed is calling to him like a siren at sea.  But you’re sitting alone in the channel, streaming Overwatch for no one to see, and he can’t just leave it at that.

He needs to say goodnight, like he always does. 

“Coming for my title as Headshot God?”   The quip’s off his tongue before you have a chance to acknowledge him, your laughter the first thing he hears once he’s connected.

“I’ve been waiting in this queue for seven minutes.  Seven!”  

It’s really not that bad.  The rare times you’d both queue for DPS were nearly double that.  

“Patience is key,”  he teases, slumping into his chair as he watches you click through your Hero Gallery.  You’re cruising seemingly aimlessly, roving through the different skins for your mains (Mercy, Ana, Genji, Ashe).  The silence between you is comfortable, interspersed only by the occasional munching he can only assume comes from the carrots you seem to inhale.

For all the junk you ate, you were somehow also weirdly into vegetables.  

“Patience sucks,”  you retort, matter-of-fact. 

“You know what else sucks?”  

It’s a rhetorical question and he knows you know, but because you’re you, you start listing things off just to get under his skin.  “Spiders?  Undercooked samgyupsal?  Not having coffee?  Your jokes?”

If he weren’t laughing so hard, he might’ve given you shit for making fun of his comedic genius.  He really doesn’t understand how you think he’s the unfunny one when all you do is crack puns.  

“I was actually going to say me,”  he finally manages in between those high pitched cackles of his.  

“Wait, why?”  You’re used to him having witty comebacks.

Edge of enamel worries his bottom lip and Jungkook can taste cherry Chapstick and what would be bashfulness, if it had a flavour.  “For earlier.”

You scoff, your own tinkling laughter tearing him out from inside his own head.

“It’s okay, goofball.”

He appreciates how laidback you are, never holding anything against him.  Not even when he hangs up on you or accidentally spams you with memes when you’re trying (and failing) to sleep.  “No.  I’m sorry.”  He says it earnestly, with all the meaning he can muster.  

MATCH FOUND flickers across his and your screen and you’re loading into hero selection.  He knows you’ll be too distracted once the game starts, so he’s grateful when you laugh again, sweet as summer.  

“Nothing to be sorry about.  Just tell me everything’s okay and we’re even.”  

Inhale, exhale.  Try not to tell her you have the biggest, stupidest crush on her,  he tells himself. 

“Everything’s okay.”  And he means it when he says it, though they aren’t the words he wishes he could say.  

“Good.”  

You’ve chosen Genji,  He smiles to himself when you join voice chat and the rest follow, greetings filtering in from your team members.  

“Good luck.”  You don’t need it.  He still likes to say it.

“You have an early day tomorrow, right?”  Leave it to you to remember his schedule even when he doesn’t.  

“Yeah, pretty early.”  

“Then go to bed!  I’ll still be awake when you’re up.”  

He lingers on that fact - holds it tightly in his hands so it can’t slip away.  You’d be there in the morning, just like you always were.  Knowing that stirs those same butterflies in his chest, words stolen by the overzealous beating of their wings.

You read his silence like they’re your own thoughts,  “I’m always here for you, Jay.”  

“Goodnight.”

"Sleep sweet."

notes.  this chapter is set four-ish months following the first, in case that’s not clear.  :) 

tag list.  @teawithbucky​ 

[vanaera]

You Will Feel A Flash of Red

Synopsis | Seokjin colors your life with his outrageous ideas and unnecessarily wild adventures, along with his stupid mission to always scare you whenever you run into each other. Against your better judgment, you’ve already started to entertain foreign feelings in your heart concerning the certain boy. And it doesn’t help you already get scared easily without him adding his shenanigans in the mix. You just want Seokjin to stop…making you feel too much all at once. Genre | Fluff, semi-crack Characters | Seokjin x Reader (College!AU bc I’m soft and my uni life is mundane af) Wordcount | 2.7k A/N | Hi hons, this is something short and fluffy I came up with while I’m resting from my recent 21k-wordsmash-work Daffodil Rings. Hope you like this!

               Everything can be colorful if you will them enough to. Grocery shoppings can be filled with oranges and greens that warm you up as you push past the cold airconditioned mart. Laundry days can be cooled with the tranquility of blues and whites that coax your eyes to relax from such a fast-paced week. You learned to make this your coping mechanism ever since you started associating colors for everything that lived in your grey, mundane life.  

               Your study table and work station are your usual pliant canvases to your color imageries. However, your biggest coloring book has to be the people that surround you. For instance, your bestfriend, Park Jimin, is a golden drizzle of yellow for his unfailing optimism whether it be finals week or rush hour dashes. Meanwhile, your other friend, Kim Namjoon, is an inky indigo for his strange concurrent displays of placidity and chaos wherever he goes.  Your roommate, Wendy Seon, is an easy magenta for her innateness to attract attention wherever she goes. Unlike her, Min Yoongi, your batch representative, was a hard-to-determine cream white for his introvertedness and tough-bitch acts. But among these people you have met, there is one who stands out like a sore thumb: Kim Seokjin.

               Kim Seokjin is a friend of Namjoon and you only knew about it when you shared a general education film class with him in sophomore year. He was easy to say…a different story from anyone you’ve met.  

               “You’re Y/N, right?”

               Your eyes flit to your left to meet the eyes of the boy seated next to you and you nodded slowly. How did he know you? Much more your name? You’re sure you’ve never met him before and you’re much surer you’re someone everyone can easily miss.

               “Namjoon told me your name when I asked him about you. I’m Kim Seokjin,” he offers a hand. You shook it slowly, your head tilted to the side, still bewildered as to how he knew you. Unfazed by your questioning stare, Seokjin grins. “I didn’t know you’re also taking this class.”

               “I…I like films so yeah,” you shrug.

               “Me too!” Seokjin chuckles. He leans closer to your seat. “You’re in the biochemistry program right?”

               Your forehead furrows. “Excuse me?”

               “Oh, I am in the biology program and I saw you going out of the lab when our class was about to start in the same lab. Your blue scrunchie gave you away.”

                Your hand deftly reached up to your ponytail and Seokjin laughs. “Don’t worry, you look cute with it,” he waves off and the furrows on your forehead only grow deeper. What is this man spouting about? Is he outright hitting on you–  

               The door swings open and the professor barks the usual morning greeting. Your thoughts were immediately halted. A few minutes is all it takes for everything to settledown into a metronome of students whispering across each other and pens scribbling notes. You wouldn’t have found yourself bothered again by the strange man sitting beside you if Seokjin didn’t just open his mouth to say the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard in your entire life when the professor asked everyone what names they would like to be called in class.

               “Señorita. Call me señorita.”

               Needless to say, the class erupted into a hysterics and you’re left wondering for days (and oddly irritated) why everyone finds it so funny to bring that scenario up again and again until the next two weeks.

               Such small timeframe is also enough for you to say Seokjin’s a mess.  But oh, everyone will disagree. They will say “Oh my God, how can Seokjin be a mess? He’s like the university crush and he has damn good grades and have you seen him wearing those goggles during lab hours?! He’s the only one handsome enough to pull it off as a fashion statement! ” in their wistfully annoying voice. First of all, you don’t care whether he’s good in what he does or he has a really good-looking face. What else but a mess will be someone who’s all-over-the-place?

               Some days, Seokjin is a calm sky blue you can actually have fun with talking about film what-ifs and chemistry memes.

               “Yo Y/N, imagine if The Princess and The Frog was remade and instead of a frog, the prince is a pterodactyl.”

               “I don’t want to imagine that.”

                “The solution of the plot will still work though. You can’t kiss pterodactyls though, but guess what?”

               “I don’t want to guess.”

               “C’mon, just play along!”

               “Fine, what?”

                “They will peck you!”

                 “Have you ever wondered what Australia will be called if it suddenly finds itself abundant of silver.”

               “No. Leave Australia alone.”

               Seokjin doesn’t hear you and bursts out “Agstralia!” He guffaws at his own joke and you can’t help but snicker at his priceless face and laugh at yourself in pity for finding it even remotely funny.

               When his laughter dies down, Seokjin goes again, “Then what if it’s filled with copper?”

               You don’t want to answer him, already biting your lip in silent laughter.

               “Custralia!”

                 Most of the days, Seokjin’s a fiery orange of fireworks who drags you into the wildest rides of your life with his ever loud, but oddly inviting, “Yo, Y/N!” Like that one Monday afternoon he coaxed you (in some goddamn way you dumbly agreed to) to scavenge for some specimen of Bermuda grass to see it under the microscope and check if it has any semblance to the Bermuda Triangle (of course it has none). You accomplished nothing that day but run around like cockroaches with no heads when an old woman chased you for trampling on her “garden” which is just a plain expanse of grass. Or that one Wednesday morning he asked you to accompany him in his dorm just in case he managed to summon a demon when he tries to cook using an old Latin cookbook he found in some thrift store. You didn’t summon anything that day but you ended up with you two getting summoned by the condominium’s landlord because Seokjin accidentally set off the unit’s fire alarm.

               There are also times when Seokjin’s an endearing bloom of pink. Like those days when his hand casually brushes against yours as you walk side by side to your film class and he’ll send you one of his goofy smiles. Or those weekends where he’ll accompany you to study in the library, helping you make flash cards for your upcoming long quizzes.   Seokjin makes you feel warm at the slightest of stares and lingering gazes. Especially in those nights where he lays his head on your shoulder as you watch required films, and he’ll stare at you while doing kissy faces when you tell him his head is too heavy.  You never knew you would be able to fill something, no someone, in such a delicate color you know you have already started to reflect on your cheeks just at the sight of him.

               But all of that gets ruined because Seokjin always, always, makes you see blazing scarlet everytime he carries on  his life mission to scare you whenever you meet. It started when your professor assigned your class to watch The Shining for a horror genre essay and you, like the scaredy cat you are, begged Seokjin to watch it with you. Of course you didn’t tell him you’re not too fond of horror films, afraid of being called out. Obviously, it only takes one stare at your curled up form for Seokjin to put two and two together and realize you’re such a…coward. And of course, like the obnoxious boy he is, Seokjin takes advantage of such knowledge and decides you need a little spice in your life–a spice you didn’t really need, nor will ever need in your entire life.

               Whenever you’ll meet him on the corridors of your film class, Seokjin is now nowhere to be found. Instead, he’ll demand you to answer a quick survey first, a condition for him to show up, and you, like the exasperated idiot you are, answer it just to get on and over with it.  Like always, you end up screaming at a scary video mid-answering the questions and you never learn your lesson.  Everytime you’ll pass by each other in hallways, Seokjin bellows a loud “Boo!” with a thunderous clap of his huge ass hands and you always jump in shock like a cat on her hackles.  You never knew how to expect the shits he pull up because Seokjin always changes his patterns. One day, he even pulled up a Scream mask by your locker just right after you closed it shut, making you scream as you fall on your bum.

               At the end of the day, Seokjin always makes sure to apologize and assure you that it’s just his way to bond with you. “I just can’t get enough of your priceless face” he snickers and you start to chuckle too at his attempts – because even if you’re scared, his shenanigans actually helped you, in some way, get less scared of horror film jump scares.

               However today–today is a different straw.

               It was nine o'clock in the evening and you just got out of your building after an org meeting. The campus gate you usually take in your commute home was already locked closed at eight so you have no choice but to take the other gate–the one on the far left boundary of the campus. All would have been fine about that gate if you hadn't read the Facebook freedom wall post concerning it yesterday. Apparently, some student was jogging around the route towards the gate every night before he goes back to his dorm. In the entirety of his jog, he hears footsteps behind him that he didn't mind at first– until he passes by a guard who greets him and asks him what's he's doing alone so late. When he glances to the left, there was actually no one following him.

               At the thought of the Facebook post, you grab the straps of your bagpack tighter. All is well. You just have about twenty meters to go before the gate and after that, you'll get on a bus. Just a little bit more and–

               Step. Step. Step.

               Jesus fucking Christ. You bit your lip and walked faster. Your steps are frantic and you could feel cold perspiration start to form on your nape. You could feel yourself tripping on your shoes anytime soon but the only thought running in your mind now is outrunning the thing behind you.

               However, the steps behind you also quickened its pace.

               Fucking shit. You break into a run. You don't care about social conventions nor how ridiculous you probably look right now with your eyes teary, mouth dry, and hair frazzled. All you know is that you have to get OUT of there.

               But your effort is not enough because just five steps in, a hand shoots out behind you and you have nothing to do but scream. Scream, drop down, and cry.

               “Leave me a-alone please. Just let m-me go home. I'm to-too young to die!”

               “Yo Y/N. It's me, Seokjin.”

               You cried harder.

               In the next second, you feel him squat down and gesture toward your arms, tightly corded around your knees with your head still buried between them. But you didn't move. You can't move. Your fingers are still shaking, and your heart won't stop pounding too fast. And you feel like any second right now, you're about to explode.

               “Y/N, I'm sorry I scared you. I just saw you going out and I have something to say to you before you go home.”

               You couldn't hold it in. You pin Seokjin with the meanest glare you can muster. “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO COME AT ME LIKE THAT THEN?!”

               “I was just running after you! You were walking too fast and you didn't see me so I–”

               “I thought you were a ghost! Jesus Christ!”

               “A ghost?” Jin sputters before breaking out into a loud guffaw. “I'm so handsome to be a ghost. Seriously, Y/N–”

               “It's not funny anymore you know,” you whisper. Seokjin's chuckles immediately die down. “Can you just stop,” you hiccup, “scaring me everytime we meet? It's not good for my heart.”

               “I...I didn't know you felt like that,” Seokjin mumbles and he looks down, rubbing his nape. “I...I thought you were also having fun because you always laugh after it.”

               “It was fun,” you admit, “but it's also scary. I'm a coward you know. I have my limits.”

               “I'm sorry,” Seokjin mumbles. But before you can reply that it's alright as long as he doesn't do this shit again, he has already cupped your face in his hands, leaving you no choice but to look at him. Look at him in all your snotty glory.

               Seokjin however, doesn't seem to care. “I'm sorry I scared you that bad. I would not have started doing this scaring thing if I knew it will end up with you breaking down. I'm sorry I didn't know you get scared this bad. I don't like...making you cry.” At this, you feel his thumbs pressing on your cheeks and wiping away the tears that have streaked down in your panic. You can't move, this time for a different reason. You can't feel anything but the presence of the boy in front of you. His warm, beautiful eyes that only look like that when they meet your eyes; his much warmer hand that feels too big on your face–big and secure enough for your hand to hold with an assurance he’ll never let go. His cheeks are rosy, just like his ears and you feel oddly elated it has grown pinker just in five more seconds of staring at his eyes. And his lips–pink and plump and looking so soft–fills your senses into sensory overload that you honestly feel you're heating up like a boiling kettle by now.

               Good for you, Seokjin doesn't question your frozen stance and silently helps you up on your feet. “Sorry’s not enough. I'll make up for what I did. C'mon.”

               Before you knew it, he's already steering you away from the gate and back into the campus. And now at ten thirty, you find yourself munching on a strawberry ice cream cone with Seokjin beside you, your knees bumping into each other.

               “Why do you do it anyway?”

               “What do I do?”

               “Scaring me,” You answer, wiping your lips.

               “Are you...still angry about it? I'm sorr–”

               “No,” you wave off, “I'm just...curious, yeah. I've never had someone doing that to me and you're probably the only one crazy enough to do that. I'm just curious why you do it in the first place.”

               “Well, you already said it," Seokjin chuckles. “No one has ever done it to you yet. So I did.”

               Your brows raise, your forehead furrows. "Wh-why?”

               “Because I want to be different when it comes to you. I've seen you goofing off with Jimin on hallways and–I don't know why, I just get this feeling that I have to be unique when it comes to you.”

               “Why? I mean," you sputter, "I don't require you to be…different to be my friend.”

               “I just want to. It feels good that I get to be the wild adventure of your life. It feels good that I get you to look only at me like that–begrudging but curious, skeptical but willing, and," he smiles, "cute. Especially when I get you to laugh.”

               You look at him, mouth agape, but Seokjin just laughs and gestures you to eat your ice cream because it's starting to melt. You oblige, but you can't help but let your eyes linger on the boy next to you. The boy you didn’t know was like the biggest hotshot of your batch but was the one to actually remember you from the crowd just by your favorite scrunchie. The boy who used to be your greatest dilemma but now the best highlight of your life. The boy that annoys you to no end but oddly makes your heart flutter at the same time. Seokjin, the boy you can now begrudgingly admit you're definitely crushing on. Because you know there's no other answer to the overwhelming, warm flash of soft red you feel on your chest whenever you're with him.

               You know you're right because after that night, you start to associate Seokjin mostly with red. Fresh roses, picnic dates, heart-shaped promises, sweet laughter, cherry kisses–a plethora of everything your heart started to long for.

 A/N | HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST GIRL @sophrosinn!!! Thank you for being a stable shoulder I can lean on in times of problems, for being a great listener to everything I rant about, and for being one of my bestest friends who never failed to support me in my dreams.  (Thank you for also comforting me when I broke down in our live news presentation in our media literacy class. I’ll never forget that). I never imagined you’ll be one of my few friends I get to keep ‘til now since it’s only two years ago we got to really, really talk with each other. Remember how we just used to pass by and greet each other in our freshman until 11thgrade year in high school? Such a great plot twist. Time sure flies fast when you’re with the best people. Meeting you is surely a blessing. I wish you more amazing years ahead of you and may you accomplish all your endeavors. I love you!

P.S. I hope you liked this fluffy fic hehe this idea started to bother me ever since your birthday started to near. And yeah, I HAVE to include the pterodactyl joke because it’s your and Jin’s trademark uwu

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[thepageofa1000worlds]

Pairing: James Conrad x reader  Part 1 · Part 2  · Part 3 · Part 4 · Part 5 · Part 6 ·

Synopsis: After having left thing uncompleted and unresolved with James Conrad 3 years ago, you two find yourself again in the kong island. What happened three years ago with you two? How is it that you got to make part of an expeditionary mission? 

Song: Ólafur Arnalds- So Far

Warnings: it’s a six part mini-series.

A/N: 

Words:  1957

    It had been almost 40 min since the group had left the gate. You were sited up front to get a better view of the island.

    “Putting the giant creatures aside and that everything that moves may try to kill you, this place is beautiful,” You told to Conrad, who was standing close to you.

    “ I agree with you,” Said Mason walking towards where you were.

    Hanks music was calming and the fact that you were in the way to the extraction point made it even better. 

    Now and then Slivko would turn the radio on to see if he could get any signal.

    “ Nothing? “ you asked 

    “ Nah” was all you got of an answer. 

     Every few moments you would turn your head to look at James and he would reassure you with a smile, that you were headed the right way. 

        “So those she now?,” asked Weaver at his side. 

She had been watching the exchange for what it seems to be 20 minutes now. 

    “ Tell her what?” Asked him

    “It is not like am trying to get in the middle of whatever this is, but if you two continue this way, I better be invited to the wedding” She joked making him laugh, of course, Conrad knew what she was talking about. Sometime during the night, he heard You whispering his name, trying to wake him up. It seemed that during the night he had moved and decided to put an arm around your figure, it hadn’t bother you at first but then you moved and hurt shoulder with his proximity. 

    James sighed, he could also feel Marlow’s eyes on him. 

    “  Oh I know that look,” Said Marlow “ You better say it” 

    “ Say what?” You asked walking up to them. 

    “ How far could we be from the extraction point” Said Slivko who too seemed to have heard the conversation they were having before you arrived. 

    “ So how far?” You asked looking at Conrad.

    “ I can’t tell for sure” 

    As the answer, he gave you left you a little down you decided to change the topic. 

    “ So who do you have waiting at home?” You asked Hank.

    “I got a wife, had a wife” He answered taking a photo from one of his pockets, he delivered to you and you pass it around for everyone to see. “ guess I don’t know anymore” 

    You could hear the sadness in his voice as he told how he got a telegram saying that his son had been born, a grown man he’d never met. 

    “ Yeah he defiantly thinks you’re dead men,” Said SLivko on the roof. 

    “ Slivko” You called out.

    “ Hey,” said James banging on the roof.

    “ Am just saying” 

    “ Then stop saying” you tried to imitate his voice.

    “ You don’t know that, you’ll be surprised how long people wait” Said Conrad looking at him. But you couldn’t deviate your eyes from him, you had waited so long to see him again and by doing so you weren’t prepared for the feeling that came back to the surface. 

    Hank didn’t expect to be waited he explained, he just wanted to meet his son. 

    “ That can be arrange,” you told him with a smile.

    “ We’re gonna get you home” added Mason 

    The voice of Packard through the radio broke the silence that had formed. You listen as Slivko told him about the boat and Hank.

    “ We need their location Slivko”

    You moved to the head of the boat to be able to have the best clarity, the flare appeared up ahead, you couldn’t avoid the cheer that came from you, but even better was the fact that you weren’t the only one that cheer.

    “ Get down” Shouted James, as Victor was in the air, just taken for what could be better described as a pterodactyl. As fast as you could you took one of the weapons at the side of the ship and tried to get a clear shot, sadly the close you came was to shot the bird in the wing which wasn’t enough to get it to stop. The screams of Victor were deafening as the birds devour him in form of your eyes.

    “ WHAT THE HELL MAN” Scream Slivko at your side. 

    “ He’s gone” Informed James. 

    Everyone face showed how horrified they were for what had just happened, and you could feel your stomach feel it too. Looking behind you, you were met by Mason and San who hadn’t moved their eyes from the scene.

    Once In the river, you made sure to refill the little metallic container with enough water to wash your face, as all you could see every time you closed your eyes was Victor’s body been dismembered up in the air. The cold that seemed only to be in your head made you put your jacket on.

    “Unless they were eaten by something bigger than us” You heard Mason said. 

    You walked towards James but stopped as you heard the sound of someone cutting through the dense jungle.

    “ Ah, holy shit” Exclaimed Slivko raisin from where he was to greet his team. 

    Cheers were heard all around, while you all said hi to each other.

    “ Its good to see you y/n,” said Packard, smiling at you. 

     After greeting them you turned to look for Randa.

    “ I thought you were crazy,” said Brooks to Randa.

    “  I wish I am” Randa looked at you. 

    “ Thank the gods you’re alive,” he said while hugging you. “If I made it out of here and you weren’t, he would kill me” 

    “ Its good to see you too,” You said with an enormous smile.

    “ WEST? We can't go west” shouted Hank, making all of you turn his way “ East is best, west is worst” 

    What were they talking about? moving towards the group so you could hear better.

    “ Guys I think we should listen to Marlow, “ Said Mason, raisin from her spot.

    “ Hey, your job is finding lost men” Said Packard, to James who shifted uncomfortably on the spot.

    “ Okay sir, but if we reach that position and that man is not there” Conrad had agreed “were back here by nightfall, in 24 hours we have to be on the other side of this island ”

    “ Roger that” 

    Oh god No, something about the way that Packard had said it didn’t give you the best feeling. You turned around to see Randa’s face, that confirmed your beliefs. 

    “ This was not on the plan,” You said to Randa.

    “ he wants to kill it,” Said him “ it isn’t such a bad idea” 

    “ This isn’t why we’re here “ You retorted

    “ He won't stop”

    Even though Conrad said to Mason not to tell him this was a bad idea, she did, either way, confirming even more what he already knew. Turning to see behind them, Mason saw Marlow talking to Slivko and his group about how they were all to die. On the other side, something much more interesting, you were having a conversation with Randa, Brooks and San. It was agitated as if you were trying to prove a point to Randa. 

    “ We better see what that's about” Said Mason standing up and moving to where you were. Conrad following close behind. 

    “ It basic biology and correct me you two if am wrong” You said signaling to San and Brooks “ If they take him out, balance will be shaken; He’s the bigger predator whose own presence is keeping any other creature at bay” You sighted “ If they kill him, the rest of the creatures here may try to get out” 

    “ Yes, you may be right but his own existence put us at risk” Said Randa

    “ She’s right Randa,” Said San

    “ Risk how? “ you asked “ He’d been here for far longer than any of us have been alive and he hasn’t left the island” 

    Mason was with you, years had passed and the very existence of kong hard remained unknown. 

    “anyway there is not much more we could do, Packard will do as he pleases” Said Brooks 

    “ Yes, he will and as he’s the only one with guns I say we better follow them,” Said, Randa. 

    The look on your face what that of someone at the edge, When everyone started to move you stayed contemplating the water of the river for a while. Mason decided that it was best to approach you. 

    “ We should better get moving,” She said, you turned around and looked at her 

    “ Am gonna regret going that way, I can feel it,” You said laughing, a smile spread through Mason’s face. 

    “ I already do” Your waves of laughter sounded even louder, both of you catch up to the group pretty fast so you weren’t the last ones.  

    During the entire walk, your words resonated on Conrad's head. They had altered the habitat of Kong when they first arrive and know looking back, they really didn’t know anything about the island. He had agreed to lead Packard to his man but as soon as that was, none of you (San, Brooks, Mason and Randa) were continuing with Packard. He was a danger in the current state. 

    Looking around, the things started to become way worst. The group had reached a place filled with gigantic bones, that made warning bells ring in his head. He searched for you among the crowd and find you near Mason who was taking photos not so far from him. Your luck was something you two laugher commonly, as you did have pretty shitty luck but this time he cursed, even if you were trying not to show if he could see it. The wound limited your movements, making you move slower and more rigid, your breath coming out uneven and you were paler than yesterday.  

    Deciding to wait until you and Mason catch to him. So he could make sure you were okay. You and Mason seem to have been talking the entire way here. 

    “ You two seem pretty friendly,” he said jokingly.

    “ She’s pretty cool,” You said, bumping your arm with her laughing.

    “ And she seems to be the only one with common sense” you couldn’t avoid the chuckle that came out “ Well you do have more than half the people here” Added Mason.

    “ You know what James, I want her to meet Dave” You looked at him and smile, he could only laugh.

    “ She keeps saying that but I don’t know what it means” Said Mason smiling at Conrad's side. 

    “ Imagine Conrad, but with a smile and better sense of humour” Mason laughter eclipsed yours and Conrads. 

    You all three stopped on your tracks. 

    “ Yeah, you smell that? Is death” Said Hank.

        Looking down, Conrad saw a mass grave that was surrounded by a strange gas. The long sight that escaped you didn’t go unnoticed by him. He heard Mason arrive, the same conclusion as he had. 

    “ We’ll cross through and make it to the highest point west,” said Packard. 

    Conrad heard Marlow disagree but his entire attention was on the grave in front of him. He felt you shift uncomfortably at his side and move his eyes from the grave to you. Your face was unreadable, but your body showed how you really felt. You had reached for your gun and fixed your backpack so that it was in the middle of you back.

     Your eyes connected with his and he could see the doubt on them, he wasn’t even sure that it was a good idea. 

    “ Keep close” He whispered to you. “ We can make it,” he said loud enough to be heard by Packard. 

    “ Stay sharp, keep an eye out” advice Packard.

    “ of course, let's ignore the man that has been 28 years in the island” You whispered back. 

    “ I think we already have” whispered Mason at your side.

Masterlist 

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Season of Love

Word Count-1373

Characters- Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Elaina Mason(oc) and some special guests.

Summary- Sam and Elaina just wanted a simple quiet wedding.  Chuck and Gabriel have some other plans.

A/N-Surprise @d-s-winchester this is the first of two fics I’ve written for your 12 days of Christmas challenge.  I told you that you didn’t know what you were letting yourself in for letting me take White Christmas.  Tags under the cut.  As always, if you want on or off my tag list drop me an ask or a message.

-JediCat

Edit is mine.  Please do not post any of my works on another website with my written permission.  Giving credit does not count.

Elaina looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.  Her simple ivory satin and white lace dress was complemented by an updo and light make-up done by Alex and Claire.  She wore her own heart shaped blue topaz earrings and Jody had loaned her a matching necklace.  Out in the library, Sam was waiting with Dean, Cas and a few friends for the wedding to start.  It might not be the wedding she’d dreamed of when she was a kid, but having Sam made up for it.  A soft smile crossed her face at the thought of her soon to be husband.

Gabriel’s face appeared behind her in the mirror, “You must be thinking about him. You’re glowing.”

She squealed and threw her arms around the archangel’s neck,”You made it!”

“Did you think I’d miss this,” he asked hugging her back.  Then he withdrew just enough to look into her eyes. “Are you sure about this?”

Elaina looked into his suddenly serious face and smiled at him. “I know Sam and I have had our ups and downs, but I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Gabe searched her face, then smiled back satisfied with what he saw there.  “Then let’s get you married.  But that dress, pretty as it is, will never do for you.  Close your eyes and let me work, cupcake.”

Knowing that there was no use arguing with him, Elaina sighed and closed her eyes.  She could hear Gabe walking around her, studying her from every angle like he’d never seen her before.  Then he made a soft noise and snapped his fingers. Her shoulders chilled but her legs felt warmer as Gabe turned her.

Finally he whispered, “Open your eyes.”

Slowly, she opened her eyes.  Her knee length dress had been replaced with a strapless floor length gown trimmed in red on both the top and bottom.  The red band on the top was studded with beads and there was intricate beadwork on both the skirt and the bodice.  Gabe hadn’t touched her hair, makeup or jewerely and she felt tears well up in her eyes as she ran her hands over the material.  She turned to him to express her thanks when the door opened and Jody stuck her head in.

“Elaina, we’ve got…” her voice trailed off as she took in the sight of her friend.  

“Jody, this is Gabriel,” Elaina said softly.  “I know I asked you to walk with me but…”

Jody smiled, “Well, since I’ve just been introduced to God and the Avengers I think I can handle being replaced.”

Elaina’s eyes went wide, “Thanks, Jody.  We’ll be along in just a minute.”

As the door closed Gabriel produced a silk handkerchief.  “Let’s get you married.”

On the other end of the bunker Chuck was talking to the Winchester brothers, trying to talk them into letting him change their Fed suits into something more festive.  Sam was trying to explain that he and Laine wanted something simple when Chuck tilted his head to one side, then shot a questioning look at Cas, who rolled his eyes and nodded.  Chuck walked towards his guitar with a flick of his finger.

“Trust me boys, you’ll thank me later,” he called over his shoulder.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean muttered behind Sam.  He turned to find his brother’s Fed suit had been transformed into black tux, with a red bow tie and a narrow band of red trim around the lapels.  He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Dean looked up at him.  “I wouldn’t laugh if I were you.”

Sam looked down, his suit was now a white tux with a red bowtie and pocket square.  He just shook his head, Chuck was going to have his own way one way or another.  He and Dean shared a look, then walked over to where Cas was standing and looked out over the transformed library.

Bookcases had been pushed back against one wall, the other was lined with tables decorated with evergreen, holly and ivy and laden with a feast.  Garlands of evergreen and holly were strung between the pillars and green carpet ran between rows of chairs from the stairs to where Cas was standing.  There were a few more people sitting there than Sam expected to see; Donna, Alex, Claire and Mary he expected to see, but Jody was supposed to be with Elaina.  He caught her eye but she just gave him a reassuring smile.  Behind her were Elaina’s friends from the Avengers and SHIELD: Phil, Grant, Steve, Bucky, Natasha and Wilson along with Thor and his lady, Jane, smiled at him from their seats as they waited for the bride.  Dazed, he looked to Cas for an explanation.

Cas looked as bemused as he felt. “Chuck wanted to give you and Elaina the wedding he felt you deserved.  And there’s no arguing with him once he sets his mind.”

“At least he didn’t bring that Stark character along,” Dean said just loud enough for Cas and Sam to hear.

Before he had a chance to make any more comments, Chuck began to play the wedding march on his guitar.  The small group rose to their feet as Elaina appeared at the top of the steps on Gabriel’s arm.  Sam felt like he couldn’t breathe as he watched them walk up the makeshift aisle, the only thing he could see was the woman coming towards him.

Elaina took no notice of any thing around her, all her attention was focused on Sam.  She felt like the only thing holding her down was Gabriel’s arm wrapped around hers as they made their way to the alter.  A few feet away the two of them stopped and Sam stepped forward reaching his hand towards her.  She reached out and felt his warm fingers close around hers, their eyes locking.  Gabriel chose that exact moment to clear his throat so that they both turned to look at him.

“You’d better be good too her, Samsquach,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.  “I know where you live.”

A titter of laughter ran through the guests and Elaina leaned over and kissed Gabe on the cheek.  He flushed just a little as she and Sam moved in front of Castiel.  

The ceremony itself passed in a haze, little things stood out to her: the look in Sam’s eyes as he repeated his vows, biting her lip as she slipped a plain silver band onto his finger, how warm her band was as he pushed it on and the feel of his lips on hers as Castiel pronounced them man and wife.  And as they turned to face their guests glitter that looked like snow flakes began to fall over them. She looked over towards Thor who pointed at Gabriel and smiled.

Dean was the first one to hug her, whispering in her ear, “Welcome to the family, officially.”

The next few minutes were a blur of hugs and congratulations until Claire announced loudly that she was hungry, which sent everyone towards the food.  After the cake was cut and passed out Chuck returned to his guitar.  All eyes were on Sam and Elaina as he led her to the middle of the library, now cleared of chairs.  But instead of taking her in his arms for their first dance like she expected, he took her hands in his.

“You once told me this was your favorite Christmas song as well as one of your favorite movies,” he said with just a hint of nervousness in his voice. “I didn’t know what to get you, nothing seemed special enough, so this is my wedding gift to you.”

Then he looked over at Chuck, who had his guitar in his hands again.  Chuck nodded at him and began playing.  Tears formed in Elaina’s eyes as she recognized the opening notes of White Christmas.  When Sam’s rich, mellow voice joined the guitar she didn’t even try to stop them from flowing down her cheeks.  Her grip on his hands tightened on his as he sang the final phrases of the song

May your days be merry and bright and may all your Christmas’  be white

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I headcanon that Ravus screamed like a girl when Lunafreya scared him with an Halloween costume, he threatened Luna so much that day, if you find her laughing around and Ravus grumpy (more than he is) in the Halloween, you know why now 😂😂😂😂

Ahahahhahahahahaha!!!! 

Headcanon freaking ACCEPTED!!! ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

Hahahahaha, ohboi, I’m picturing this in my head and it’s so brilliant and I can’t stop laughing at the images in my head, ahahah!!! Boi, this is now canon for me and nobody can convince me otherwise!

Imagine Ravus’ reaction to Luna scaring him, though! 

Like, Ravus is going around somewhere in the Fleuret manor, all chill and silence and peace. Luna is dressed in her Halloween costume by now, and it’s pretty darn CREEPY. Her maidens made an absolutely INCREDIBLE make-up work, and she has contacts, so she has no pupils or irises in the eyes, it’s all white only, and she’s much paler, black goo comes from her eyes like exaggerated amounts of pitch black mascara smudged on her face. And there’s black paths from her lips to her chin.

And she has this creepy ass dress, but her face, man. She doesn’t look like Luna at all, she’s like a possessed demon-witch or something. 

So Ravus is just going around all calm and peace, and suddenly Luna comes from around the corner; she doesn’t even need to jump and scream, she just calmly walks in sight from around the corner, with this long ass deep lamenting groan, and Ravus-

Ahahahahahah

And as soon as she comes to sight, Ravus entirely LOSES IT.

He lets out this scream that sounds more like a pterodactyl screeching, he stumbles back so quickly and drastically he hits a low table and ends up falling on it and rolling past it until he’s falling head first to the ground, awkwardly rolling, and lands on his tummy, all this while he’s still screeching.

Ahahahahahah!!!! The mental image is ABSOLUTE GOLD ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

Ravus like

“GYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAヾ(°ロ° ;;;)ﾉﾞ-

*FALLS BACK ONTO AND ACROSS TABLE*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!  (」°ロ°)」“

And when he gets to stop screaming and looks up all panic and terror, Luna’s entirely LOST in laughter. Like she’s not giggling, she’s WHEEZING AND LAUGHING HER ASS OFF. She’s bent holding the wall and her stomach and she’s laughing so hard it echoes through the entire castle, and she’s laughing so much she goes breathless and entirely and absolutely voiceless and she’s dropping to her knees and she’s still laughing.

And Ravus is thrown there all pale and almost pissed in the pants and he’s all messed up and disheveled and he’s looking at her like !?!??!

And it takes a while for him to react, and still in shock of the terror he’s like

“…L-LUNA!! (╬ ÒﾛÓ)”

But Luna can’t reply, she just literally can’t. She’s breathless and laughing with not a single sound because the laughter is so hard there’s no sound that can make justice to it, and Luna’s currently letting herself slowly fall to the floor while still holding her stomach because-

aahaha

It’s- it’s too much, she’s laughing so much she needs to lie there and possibly die asphyxiated because she’s laughing SO MUCH.

And Ravus is there like

“I-IT’S NOT FUNNY! LUNAFREYA YOU’RE TWENTY, YOU CANNOT- LUNAFREYA STOP IT. LUNAFREYA. LUN- HNGNNGNFGFH I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU SO MUCH, STOP LAUGHING. IT WAS NOT FUNNY. YOU COULD HAVE-… LU-NA-FRE-YA! ヽ( `д´*)ノ“

So that’s the story of how high commander and king of Tenebrae Ravus unmovable poker faced coldhearted Ravus screeched like a pterodactyl and fall onto and past a table because of a halloween costume his sister wore once. 

So yep. Now at every ball they celebrate, at every halloween dinner, or every time the kingdom of Lucis invites them for the celebrations, Luna will laugh at random moments of the day and night, and Ravus will be entirely and absolutely much, much, M U C H more moody than usual.

Imagine the royal table at a party held in Lucis, and the Nox Fleuret are sat there next to prince Noctis, and Luna’s trying to hold the laughter but she’s snorting and giggling and almost combusting, so Noctis is

“Hey, Luna? What’s so funny?”

But Luna can’t speak because she’s sure that at the very first moment she opens the mouth she’ll burst in laughter, and even though nothing about it has been said, Ravus KNOWS so he’s just all (눈_눈) the entire time

Imagine Ignis like

“My apologies, king Ravus, but it has come to my attention you are quite…upset.”

(눈_눈)

“…is anything the matter?”

Luna: “…*snoRTS*”

Ravus: …no (`ー´)

Noct: Are you sure?

Ravus: …yes (`ー´)

Luna: ….*SNORTS AGAIN AND BURSTS LAUGHING*

Ravus: (`ー´)

There’s a dead silence and Ignis and Noctis are sharing glances because really they know something is going on but they just don’t catch what.

So we get a troll Luna laughing and combusting bc the laughter’s so much and a Ravus all (`ー´)  outside but really agonizing inside because of the embarrassment.

It’s been four years since then, but that night still haunts his head every day, and it haunts him every Halloween.

Luna’s still laughing.

“….L-Lunafreya, stop that! ヽ(‵﹏´)ノ”

Really Ravus is just flustered and embarrassed, have mercy on him, he doesn’t want others to find out and laugh at him, he feels defeated and humiliated, the poor thing.

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The Cliff

Photo by @conteangela

Team Fate make their way through the seemingly never-ending forest of nearly-no-light. The trees remain large, and Laurie remains sure of herself, walking in the direction she knows to be the correct one, not knowing exactly why. 

A high-pitched scream erupts from behind Laurie. She whips around, and sees Horatio on the ground and everyone turned to him. On his body is an enormous creature with many legs. About the size of his head. Apparently, it fell from a tree and landed on Horatio. He manages to get the thing off him, tossing it toward George’s feet, who steps hurriedly away. The creature scuttles into the shadows of the trees, more afraid of them. Horatio squirms and groans. “Oh my God, fucking horrible!” He wipes himself frantically. 

The first one to giggle is Soren. He snorts. Laurie laughs louder, which gives the whole group permission to laugh. Obviously needing the release, they can’t control themselves and double over laughing. 

“It’s not funny! I have a real deep fear of bugs, ok?” Horatio says. 

George screams with laughter, which is incredibly contagious. Henry is wiping tears. Soren is falling on the ground in an odd, slow-motion way. 

“Ok, yeah yeah, let it out,” Horatio says, lightening up. He giggles a little himself. 

After a long while of moaning out the last bits of laughter, they gather themselves and breathe, not wanting to look at one another for fear of starting again. George slaps Horatio on the back. “Well done,” he says. “I think we needed that.” 

Horatio nods, unsure. 

“Why don’t we go ahead and set up camp?” Laurie says. “I was going to suggest it in like half an hour anyway.” 

“Yep,” George says. “Good to end on a high. Easier to start again tomorrow.” 

They set up in much the same way. Henry--being able to set up a tent faster by himself than anyone else can do in a pair--takes the tent, and Laurie works on the fire. High oxygen makes for an easy start, and they are ready before they know it. 

“I feel good about today,” Laurie says as Soren is the last to settle by the fire. “The trees are getting a little thinner, which means were at least heading in the right direction. I think we’re going to find her.” 

George nods at the fire, dark circles still under his eyes, but a spark of hope in there as well. Laurie watches him. She reaches for Henry’s hand. “Do you wanna tell us a story, George?” she says.

He looks up, searching each of their faces. “Sure. What do you want to hear?” 

“Heart of Darkness?” Soren says. 

“Seems a little on the nose,” Laurie says. 

“How about ‘The Graveyard Book” by Neil Gaiman,” George says. 

“You know Neil Gaiman? How come you’ve never done one of his before?” Laurie asks. 

George shrugs. “I was into him during a really hard time of my life.” They listen to the sound of the fire for a moment.

Laurie knew a little about George before she met him. His father was killed during the height of, what some people called, his cult. “Whenever you’re ready, George,” Laurie says. 

“There was a hand in the darkness,” George says, slipping easily into his orator’s voice. “And it held a knife...” 

At some point, Laurie fell asleep, because she was now being shaken by Henry. “Let’s go to bed,” he says. 

She allows him to help her up. The fire is low and George has stopped talking. “Goodnight. Thanks, George,” she says. 

“Goodnight,” George says. 

Laurie has one of the best night’s sleep in her entire life. When she wakes, the alien creature’s sounds no longer sound quite so alien. This strange planet is beginning to feel comfortable to her. 

They stir, moving a little quicker than they might like, trying to remember the mission. To remember George’s urgency. All of their urgency. The camp gets packed, backpacks are on, faces are a little brighter, and they head off. 

Before long, they begin to hear the sound of rushing water. “That’s just in time,” Laurie says, feeling her empty canteen. As they approach the sound, the forest begins to fill with light. “There must be a break in the trees!” Laurie says. “That’s a good sign.” 

The massive trees finally stand guard at their own end. A row of them, not far in the distance, are half-lit by golden sunlight. A little while later, they step in the sunlight for the first time in days. “Ahh!” Soren says, blinking heavily and rubbing his eyes. “I forget how much I liked to see.” 

As they pass the last row of titans, they find themselves on the bank of a massive river. “Oh no,” Laurie says, tilting her head back. 

The rest catch up to see what she means. On the other side of the river is a sheer face of rock, at least two hundred feet high. Little four-legged buggy creatures prance around the face like mountain goats. Bat-winged creatures the size of pterodactyls circle high above the river, landing on the high far-side. 

After a beat: “Let’s get to it,” George says. 

They fill their canteens in the river. “What if it makes us sick?” Horatio says. 

“No pathogens evolved to make us sick on this planet,” Laurie says. “It’s fine.” 

“Well,” Soren says. “It could have lead it in or something.” 

Laurie gives him a look. 

“I’m just sayin’!” he says, affecting an attitude. 

They wade across the river, holding their bags above their heads and struggling to stay upright against the force of the current. “Let it take us a bit! We just don’t want to get exhausted!” Soren says. Indeed, they are pulled a ways down stream, but eventually make it across. 

They pull themselves on the slim muddy bank of the other side. 

“I’ll go first,” Henry says, pulling a rope out of his bag. “I used to rock climb in college. I’ll free climb up and secure a rope and you guys can use it to follow me up.” 

“How old are you?” Soren says. 

Henry smiles. “How old are you?” 

“Oh, God...” Soren says, putting hand to chin. “I guess we’ve been here for like forty years. Shit, I’m, like, over a hundred years old.” 

“Well, you look great,” Henry says, continuing to prepare to climb. He shows them how to secure themselves on the rope. 

He slaps Laurie’s back. “A testament to your fine work. I’ll be the oldest human to ever live soon, I imagine.” 

“Does it still count if you get cloned? Because you might get killed if you don’t focus,” George says. He shows Soren how his rope is wrong. 

“I won’t tell if you won’t, Georgey.” Soren winks. 

They watch Henry climb up the face. “Good hand holds!” he shouts down. “Don’t worry!” 

“Good hand holds,” Soren repeats to Horatio, who seems full of dread. 

“You OK?” Laurie asks him. 

He nods, not taking his eye off Henry. 

With slow, deliberate, work, they scale the cliff. Henry climbs until he finds a rest spot, secures the ropes, helps everyone up, and then repeats the process. Horatio’s limbs shake the entire time, but he seems to gain confidence as they go. 

“Don’t look down,” Henry advises for the hundredth time. “Easy...” he says, reaching for Horatio’s shaking hand.

“I’m the only one in a life or death situation here!” he barks. 

Henry patiently nods and continues to help. “We’re almost there,” he says. 

Finally, they reach the top. They all drop to the ground and hug the earth, except for Henry. “Look at this...” he says. He gazes back the way they came. 

The trees, just below their new height, go out as far as the eye can see. Laurie grips his arm, careful to not get too close to the edge. “Wow...” she says. “You can see the curve of the horizon. It’s like we’re home...” she says. 

“Look there,” Henry says, pointing. 

She squints. “Oh yeah!” Just in front of the horizon, she can see the top of their dome. “Uh, feels like we went farther than that.” 

Turning around, the trees here are much thinner. “We’re close now, boys,” Laurie says, hands on hips. 

[growningupgeek]

Girls Night Out

PROMPT-"I've only had a few drinks."

  Word Count-1575 

  Characters-Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Elaina Mason(OFC) 

  Pairing-Sam x Elaina 

  Warnings-Canon level violence, drinking lots of drinking. This wasn't exactly written for @iwantthedean P2 1S challenge, honestly it's been sitting in my computer for months because i didn't like the story that comes right before it. But there it only needed a little tweak to work. Tags at the end. If you want on or off my tag list, and I only have one, just drop me an ask or message me.

Dean and Sam watched Charlie’s car roll down the drive.

     “So do we follow them or do the safe thing for us and stay here?” Sam asked looking at Dean.

     Dean gave him a long, searching look, “It’s just Charlie and Elaina, what’s the worst that could happen?”

     Then he thought about that for a minute and paled as the full impact of what he’d just said hit him.     Sam nodded slowly, “You realize I’ve got a couple of nightmares start with that sentence, right.”

     The boys decided to give them a couple of hours, and then Sam would text Elaina.  If they didn’t get an answer they’d go looking for them.

  ELAINA 

     Charlie slid into the booth in the back of the bar, “So I want to know everything about you and the boys.”

     I smiled at her over my rum and coke, Sam was right I really liked the little redhead, “First to my new friend.  Us geek gals have got to stick together.”                Charlie touched her glass to mine and we both chugged down our drinks.  I signaled the waitress for another round, “So what exactly do you want to know.”      “Everything, start at the beginning and don’t leave anything out.”     So I started with the werewolf pack, then I told her about Crowley’s attempted kidnapping, the witch hunt in Chicago, realizing that I was falling for Sam, the night Dean sat with me after I crippled a 14 year old girl, Bobby insisting that I go with them, Dean’s teasing and Sam and I getting together.  The time Dean was gone was harder to talk about, things had been pretty bad for a few months until Sam pulled it back together.  Dean’s return was easier, although I had to confess that I was still worried about him.   By that time I was pretty lit and so was Charlie.

     We danced a little, drank a lot and generally had a good time.  Charlie was bringing back our latest round of drinks when I noticed that she was being followed.  He was a taller man, with graying blond hair and goatee wearing glasses; he moved smoothly through the crowd his eyes laser focused on Charlie.  Something about him set off alarm bells but I couldn’t put my finger on just what it was.  Charlie put our drinks on the table and turned to face him.              “Okay stalker, what’s up?” she demanded.

     He was clearly taken aback that we’d noticed him, “I just wanted to meet the two most beautiful women in the room.”

     I snorted into my drink, but I noticed the swollen gums and a slightly rancid smell.  I smiled at him anyway, “Sorry, dude, I’m taken and you aren’t her type. Later.”

     I dragged Charlie out to the dance floor and whispered vampire in her ear.  He wouldn’t attack here; there were too many people around.  I needed to lure him away and take care of this quietly.  The music was so loud there was no way to make myself heard, so I got Charlie’s attention and mouthed kitchen at her.  She nodded and we danced that way.

      We slipped into the thankfully empty kitchen and I started searching for the biggest knife I could find.  I had one on me but it was in no way big enough for the job.  Charlie was typing furiously on her phone which I ignored.  I found the biggest knife in the place, grabbed her arm and headed for the back door just as the vampire entered the kitchen.  I dragged Charlie out of the bar and pushed her toward her car, “Get out of here!”

     I turned to face the vamp just as he grabbed for me.  I ducked under his arm, scoring a long shallow cut along his ribs.  It wouldn’t kill him but it would hurt like hell.  When he doubled over from the pain I brought my knife down on his neck. Thankfully whoever cooked here kept their knives sharp; I got half way through on the first shot and then finished the job on the back swing.   I punted the head toward the woods behind the bar and ran for Charlie’s car.  We locked the doors and sat there panting, and then we looked at each other and started laughing.  Okay, so there was a slightly hysterical tone to the laughing but it was laughter not tears.

     “Is one night without monsters too much to ask,” I groaned, rolling my eyes skyward, “Just one night would have been nice.”

      Charlie leaned her head against the steering wheel, “I texted Dean, since neither one of us is in any shape to drive. The last thing we need is to get pulled over.”

     I nodded and looked down at my blood covered shirt, “Let’s just hope that vamp was hunting alone or the boys show up before the rest of his nest.”

     I leaned my head back against the seat, we needed more protection then the car would give us, “Charlie, how much are you willing to trust me?”

     She gave me a funny look, then raised her hand for a fist bump, “Geek gals together.” 

     I bumped my fist into hers and grinned, “Don’t be surprised at what happens next, I’m letting you in on a little family secret.” 

     I cupped my hands and started singing,

     This bloody road remains a mystery,

     This sudden darkness fills the air,

     What are we running from,

      won’t anybody help us

     What are running from,

       A ball of light formed in my cupped hands and expanded until it surrounded the car.

     We can’t afford to innocent

     Stand up and face the enemy

     It’s a do or die situation

     We will be invincible.

     Charlie’s eyes got bigger, as the bubble solidified around us.  Then she breathed, “Wow, you actually are Hermione.” 

    I laughed, “Sort of, it takes a lot more out of me then her magic.  I’m not sure how long I can hold this and I’ll be useless for any magic for a couple of days, but I think saving our hides is worth it.”

     “What is it?” There was Charlies’ insatiable curiosity.

      “Protection spell, nothing of evil intent can get through it.  The guys will be able to; Sam might even notice it’s there.  He’s become…sensitive to my magic,” I blushed. 

     “Elaina, you didn’t…” Charlie trailed off wiggling her fingers.

     I was hurt that she thought that, “Gods no! Charlie I would never do that.  For one thing it’s not worth the effort, love spells have to be renewed every couple of days. “

    I looked at Charlie, seeing doubt in her eyes, “You’ve got to believe me.  I care about Sam and Dean too much to ever do anything like that. And you know how Dean feels about witches, he’s completely creeped out by what I can do.”           

     Charlie nodded, “I do believe you.”

     She reached over and gave me a quick hug around the shoulders.  I smiled at her; oddly I found that her good opinion was important to me, “So tell me how you met the boys?”

     She had just gotten to where Dean was trying to help her flirt with a security guard when Sam called out, “Laine, take it down babe.”

     I dismissed the spell and got out of the car, “Hey guys.”

     “You girls alright,” Dean asked.

     “Dude, it was one vamp.  I could handle that in my sleep, even drunk it was no problem,” I told him.

     “She was awesome! You should have seen it!” Charlie exclaimed.

      Sam looked into my eyes, “How much have you had?”

     “I've only had a few drinks,” I replied, trying to dance around the subject.              Sam's raised his eyebrows and Dean shot me a look that told he knew I was either lying or not telling the whole truth.  I looked at Charlie and we both started giggling, “I don’t know. I stopped counting after 7 or 8.”

     Sam looked at Dean, “I told you.”

     Dean shot him bitch face number two, “So I owe you twenty.”

     Charlie and I looked at each other, then in unison said, “You guys bet on us?!”

   Sam looked embarrassed, Dean just grinned, “Hey, I bet on you guys not getting into trouble.”

     “They are so eating their own cooking for a week,” I muttered to Charlie.              “And they can fix their own tech for a while,” she whispered back.

     “You okay to drive?” I asked.  Charlie nodded and reached into her pocket.

     “No, neither one of you is driving,” Dean said firmly, “Give me your keys Charlie.” 

     He threw the keys to Baby to Sam, “Just be careful with her, Sammy.”                  Dean and Charlie got into her car and Sam and I climbed into Baby.  The ride home was quiet at first, Sam was embarrassed and I was really pissed at him.   Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore.  “How could you, Sam?  How could you bet that Charlie and I would get into trouble?”

     Sam gave me a look that would have melted my heart if I hadn’t been so mad, “Charlie is a bit of a wild child and you are a trouble magnet.  The two of you in the two of you together is like mixing nitro and napalm.”

     Then he smiled, “Trouble actually took longer than I thought to find you guys.”       I slid my hand across the seat, “You’re lucky I’m so attached to you.”       He twined his fingers with mine, “Love you too, babe.”

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