#i hope its okay i just screenshotted and tagged you! i like your second prompt and i might wanna write it later too (':

[sir-elyan]

for @ickyv29​ ‘s prompt: Claire taking Jack out of the bunker so Cas and Dean can set up a surprise party? Chaos ensues. 

here you go !! jack looks like he’s in his teens for this one, but he did that just to hang out w claire god bles <3 also falls into transnatural,, you’ll see why (^:

It’s always spooky seeing Jack age up in front of her very eyes. One second he’s practically just a step up from a toddler, and the next, Jack is taller than Claire and wearing the exact same goofy smile on his face.

She supposes the one good thing that comes out of it is that none of them have to guess at what he’ll look like in the future when he’s older. He still looks just the same as he does when he’s three feet tall or whatever, except that maybe he seems a little calmer, and Claire feels a little more comfortable talking to him as if they’re friends rather than...half...step...siblings? 

Which is why she agrees to take care of him for the day, with the intention of showing him her favorite “grown up” spots, though she promises Dean that everything they’re doing will be kosher.

It’s not.

“Okay Jack,” Claire claps a hand on his shoulder, much sturdier than the one she’s used to poking at when they’re playing with legos on the Bunker floor. “Are you ready to be a big kid now?”

He nods fervently and she smiles, pulling a little on his shirt sleeve so that he’ll follow her into the mall.

The grown up spots she intends to take Jack to are mild, at best. She just thinks he should be able to get the full teenage experience, even if she never really did, and he isn’t really a teen. 

The first place they stop at is Claire’s, rightfully so. Jack, like everyone else she has ever known, points at the sign and nudges her. She expects the usual comment about “they named you after the store,” but instead he says, “They named the store after you,” and she nods her head in agreement.

“Sure did,” she says, “how do you feel about getting your ears pierced?”

They step inside, and Jack takes in all the rows of merchandise. “Pierced? Won’t Dad and Dee and Sam get mad?” 

Claire shrugs, watching Jack’s eyes light up when he sees the over-the-top girly accessories. “No big deal, you can always just heal the holes right up with your super powers, can’t you?” 

She calls Jack’s nephil magic “super powers” to please him, under the guise that it makes more sense to passerby if she’s talking to a four year old about super powers rather than angel mojo. 

It does the job, so he agrees, and the next thing she knows, they’re walking out of Claire’s with a bag full of flowery headwear and Jack’s two pierced ears.

Claire would be lying if she said her heart wasn’t racing thinking about the potential lecture she’d receive from Jack’s dads. But it was worth it to see Jack look at her like she hung the moon, a hand constantly raising to touch tentatively at his ears. 

“Next up,” she announces, “mani-pedis.”

“What’s that?”

Claire holds out her hand, chipped with black nail polish. “Nail painting. You’re gonna love it.”

She’s not really the type to get a manicure—in fact, Claire’s probably only had one in her life when she was like eight—but half of these (all of these) activities are more so to cater to Jack on his birthday, and the stuff he’d enjoy (and also whatever would piss off Dean the most).

And she’s right—Jack loves the little foot bath with the fancy water jets, and giggles the whole time the lady is scrubbing at his feet and nails. He enthusiastically asks for rainbow colors (a different color on each finger and toe), and Claire has to explain that he’s gotta wait patiently for them to dry or else they’ll get messed up.

“Do you like the rainbows?” Jack asks, showing them to her when they leave. She gets a feeling there’s a certain importance to the question that she’s missing, but she nods and gives him a careful fist bump. “Rainbows are sick,” she says.

“Sick,” Jack repeats, “that’s not good. Do they need medicine? What do they have?”

Claire snorts and waves him off, “No, dummy. Sick like...’cool.’”

“Ohhh,” Jack visually internalizes that thought for safekeeping, “sick.”

Claire checks her phone while they stuff their faces with mall pizza, quickly answering Kaia’s messages with a smile, assuring Jody that all is well, and sending Dean snarky comments about their surprise party taking forever to set up.

She sets her phone down to pay attention to Jack again, only to find him staring at her already, a contemplative look in his face.

“Uh...do I have food on my face or something?”

Jack shakes his head. “I had a...question.”

Oh. She leans her elbows on the table, crossing her forearms. “Okay, shoot.”

“You like girls,” he starts, and she hides an amused smirk, “and Dad and Dee like each other...but. I don’t like anybody yet because I’m not old enough and I don’t know anyone my age.”

You’re also a four year old half-angel being that’s presenting like he’s eighteen, she wants to supply, but Claire only shrugs. “You don’t gotta like anybody kiddo. Sometimes people just want friends, and that’s fine.”

He nods seriously, eyebrows furrowed. “Okay. But what about... me?”

“What about you?”

“Well I’m...I like boy things,” he says, “but I like girl things too. Does that mean I’m like Dee?”

“Bisexual?” Claire supplies, and then scrunches her face up a little, “like you said, bud, I think you’re too young to tell--”

“I know,” he chirps, and then studies his nails. “I don’t mean like that. I mean...I like those things... for me. Like, tutus and capes and man-ee-cures, and cowboy hats.”

Claire takes a second to think it over, and then it all clicks. “Oh! You mean your gender, right?”

“I think so,” he says. 

“Well all that stuff you listed has to do with gender expression. And really, anyone can dress or look however they want, regardless of pronouns or orientation. But...put it this way, would it make you feel better if people referred to you as ‘she’ and ‘her?’“

Jack shakes his head. “No...”

“Do you like ‘he’ and ‘him’?” A nod. “What about ‘they’ and ‘them’?” There’s a pause, Jack mulling it over, before he nods.

“Is it okay to have more than one?” 

“Totally okay.”

“Then yes,” they sit straighter, “I like both.”

“Cool,” Claire smiles, holding up a fist for another fist bump. Jack knocks their knuckles against hers. 

“Sick,” he agrees. 

Just then her phone starts to buzz, lighting up with a text from Cas that says ‘we’re done. you can come back now (:’ 

She looks back up at Jack with their pierced ears and rainbow nail polish.

“On second thought,” she says, standing and offering her hand, “I think they’ll love it.”

#i hope its okay i just screenshotted and tagged you! i like your second prompt and i might wanna write it later too (': #roc original #prompt fill #bookshelf #b*gen #creativecaviar #nougatparty #happy birthday jack !! #transnatural #he is 4 he is 18 he is half angel half human he/they supremacy #b*trans #rambleoncas writing #iiiii idk who to tag for this one lmao let me know if youd rather not be ! #usershey #daintydean #spnclownpals #scottstiles

[aka-willow]

Tonight

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Words: 1078

Characters: Willow Wren, Marty Fields, Kate Gray, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Annabel Carson

Prompt/Tag:

“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”

47. “I can think of a million places I’d rather be right now.”

Summary: MSST’s Theater Department has its opening night of Heathers

Timeline: November 2015

Song: Seventeen (Reprise) - Heathers

A/N: leave a comment down below if you wanna make predictions where this is going idk

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Opening night of Heathers at MSST came faster than I ever expected and suddenly we were only an hour from showtime, and I was sweating bullets under my tunic sweater. I knew it would be even hotter under the stage lights, after Kate had talked us into being a part of the ensemble, but I couldn’t take it off.

On top of it, my wound from the fight earlier in the week still hurt, even though it had already mostly healed. I had hoped it wouldn’t leave a scar, but it seemed that the puffy pink stripe across my stomach was there to stay. Guess I’ll add that to the bucket list. Been shot? Check. Knifed? Check.

“How are you feeling?” Peter asked, seeing me backstage as I headed to the sound booth, my backpack slung over my shoulder, filled with all my notes and cues. He was looking down at my stomach and I crossed my arms over it.

“Fine,” I said. “It’s basically good as new. You?”

Peter glanced out of the side of the curtain at the audience gathering. “Wow. That’s a lot of people.”

“Hey, just one song,” I said. “Doing it for Kate.”

“Right. Do it for Kate.” He sighed.

“Are you sure you’re good?”

“Yeah,” said Peter, shrugging the question off. “Just a lot on my plate right now. Stressed, you know?”

“How’s your uh…”

“Better.”

“Right. Okay.”

We went our separate ways as the stage manager did a time check and I went to settle into the booth, trying not to psych myself out about being on stage. It’s fine. You’re fine. That SHIELD thing was weeks ago at this point and they never followed up. So, you’re in the clear on that. Plus, any other incident like the bank, or any of the scientists you busted would have been tracked back to you at this point if they were able to. Just relax. Enjoy the holiday season. One year free from the Facility.

After the incident with Leo Scotts, I made a vow to not take on any more Facility scientists until after Christmas, giving me a month and a half to just relax and get the rest of my life under control. And I know I said I would stop last time, but this time I really meant it.

“God,” I whispered to myself as I sat down in the sound booth, before the other techie arrived. “Let’s just calm down. Hey, and worst-case scenario, if things get bad, boom, powers. Razzle and dazzle them, babey. Let’s see a big green man stop a Willow loaded up on Dunkin’.”

The show started and I watched from the sound booth, carefully adjusting the sound, and keeping an eye on the levels. I scanned the audience to see if there was anyone I knew, but it was too dark to tell. My mind drifted as I started imagining what I could do if—like—some enemy showed up to the performance and I had to fight them right here. God that would be cool. I could go all… what’s that movie Marty’s dad was watching? Rambo.

Also, it would ruin your life.

As the end of the show approached, I left the final cues to the other techie in the booth and cut through the school hallways to backstage, where Marty, Kate, Ned, and Peter were already waiting.

“Oh, God,” Marty whispered. “Annabel is out there and she’s definitely going to film this.”

“Hey, look,” Ned said. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore—”

“One song,” Kate pleaded. “It’s the last song. It’s fun. You guys did fine in rehearsal.” I exchanged a look with the others, taking a deep breath. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this nervous, not even in all my other activities this past fall. I can think of a million places I’d rather be right now. My hands were shaking, and I clenched them at my sides as the curtain moved slightly. Was that me?

“Okay, guys, we’re on,” someone else backstage said.

I walked out between Marty and Kate, the stage lights blazing down on us and the audience just a dark mass beyond the stage. The music started playing and it was so loud, but I wanted to enjoy this moment, really enjoy it, because it was something I could never have imagined doing a year ago. The if no one loves me now, someday somebody will hit different this time, and I shut my eyes for just a second and embraced the moment, like I was saving a screenshot in my head. When I opened my eyes, I glanced at Marty and he was grinning as the music picked up and the others started dancing.

By the end, I was jumping around with the others and when the show ended and the lights when up in the house, I embraced my friends, still laughing as the applause started. I scanned the audience and saw Annabel, as well as Ethan sitting way in the back. Oh God, there’s Aunt May and she’s filming this.

One show down. We did it. We made it. You’re still alive.

My gaze wandered to the very back of the auditorium, and my eyes locked on a face that felt familiar as they said something to the people sitting with them. Who is that?

In the chaos as we exited the stage and went out to greet friends and family, I searched the faces of the crowd again, for a moment losing myself in the same paranoia I always found myself lost in. “Hey,” said Marty, catching up to me. “Almost lost you there!” He read the expression on my face almost immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly.

“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.” He said it half as a joke, but I knew he was serious.

I took a breath and tried to calm myself. “Nothing, really. I just thought I saw a classmate. We good.”

Annabel ran over and embraced Marty in a hug, taking him by surprise. “Nice job!” she said. “You, too, Willow.”

“Thanks, Annabel,” I said, still searching the crowd. God, I must really be seeing things at this point. That SHIELD stuff was weeks ago. No one’s surveilling your fucking high school play, Willow.

“Hey!” Kate yelled over to us. “We’re going to Denny’s! Coming?”

And all roads lead to Denny’s. This normal shit rocks.

#ww writing #willow wren #kate gray #marty fields #peter parker #ned leeds #annabel carson