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The Time Traveler (Chapter Three)

April 05, 2017, Wednesday [#103]

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Title: The Time Traveler (Chapter 03)

Chapter Three summary: As Sean prepares to go to the La Huerta observatory alone, it is Jake, and not MC, who talks to him - and gives him a surprising lecture.

Story summary: Using a time travel gun prototype, Jake McKenzie travels back to the past. By encouraging friendships between everybody to build up trust and teach each other skills, he hopes to stop a terrible future from happening.

Links to previous TWO (02) chapters: [01] [02]

Chapter Three: Unexpected Advice

Sean looked around his room, searching for something. After the party, most of the people had gone to their rooms, but Sean, already knowing what he wanted to do, had grabbed things that would help him in his plans.

After a minute, he found the rope and placed it in his backpack. Sean would have to leave soon. He planned on slipping out a back door early so that he would be on his way before anybody knew it.

Turning to look at his open door to try to see if it would creak on his way out, he was startled to see Jake standing several feet away, just outside the open door.

Internally, Sean sighed.

He was willing to believe that Jake was a good guy, but for somebody who was ex-military, he was pretty lazy and self-centered. He should have been the person everybody could depend on - instead, he wasted his time lounging by the pool and taking naps when he could have been investigating with the rest of them instead.

“Whatcha doin’ over there, Quarterback?”

“Nothing, Jake,” Sean replied, annoyed. All he wanted was for the other man to leave so that he could resume his packing. He had to concentrate so that he wouldn’t forget anything, and a distraction like this really didn’t help.

The pilot made a disbelieving noise. “Doesn’t look like nothing,” he said, stepping into the room and walking to Sean’s bag to take a peek inside. “Rope, flashlight, helmet? Nope, definitely not nothing.”

Even more irritated now, Sean grabbed the bag and pulled it away from Jake. “Why do you even care?”

“Because I know what you’re planning on doing - and I’m going to stop you.”

Sean stared at Jake in horror. He was a traitor?

So that was why he didn’t want to help; he was in on whatever this whole thing was. The whole “trying to get to his airplane” thing was probably an act to build up trust. His plane had been destroyed, but maybe getting a new plane was part of the deal he made with… them.

Not privy to Sean’s thoughts, Jake scooted over and looked into the bag again. The football player didn’t notice, his mind still racing.

But why would anybody send Jake to try to get in with him and his classmates? And why target them in the first place? Who was in charge of this whole thing? He had to do something. Jake was here all alone with him. He would just act first and explain later to everybody. One good punch should-

“I mean, it’s good that you thought of bringing gear, but this is all wrong.”

That was not what Sean had been expecting.


Jake started taking items out of Sean’s bag, critiquing each thing as he did so.

“This rope is about twenty feet long, which is pretty much useless if you’re climbing up a mountain - or volcano, in this case. If you tie yourself to anything with rope this short, you wouldn’t get the leverage you need to pull yourself up if you fall. You’d be hanging forever from the side of the volcano, like a string of sausages at a butcher shop.”

He continued.

“This flashlight is fine - if you’re playing hide and seek outside by the pool. You need a heavy-duty flashlight with you since mountains have all sorts of holes and small caverns that you could fall into if you’re not careful. Don’t skimp on the light just because you think you’ll be back here before nightfall. And don’t even get me started on that helmet you found. If a rock even as small as your fist drops from higher up, that thin plastic won’t save you from a concussion. And did you even pack a first aid kit?”

Extremely shocked, Sean repeated dumbly, “What?”

The pilot dumped out all of the contents of the bag onto the floor. “I know you heard me.”

“I did,” Sean replied, still surprised, “but I didn’t expect you to be so… helpful.”

Jake shrugged.

“Maybe I’ve had a change of heart. Besides, somebody has to give you some advice. Being a Boy Scout for six years may have taught you a few things,” he smirked, “but your survival knowledge could use an upgrade or two.”

“Hey!” the football player protested - then laughed. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Looking at the items on the floor critically, Jake observed, “You had the right idea to gather this stuff, but you need more durable equipment for what you’re planning. And there’s something else you need. Something very important.”

Sean’s brow furrowed. “What’s that?”

“Backup,” said Jake seriously. “You’re probably trying to protect everybody by going alone, but doing this without any help is just stupid. You may be good with football, but I don’t think that’s going to help when it comes to figuring out a satellite uplink.”

That was true. Maybe Sean could climb up the volcano, but what would he do once he got there? What if the observatory was sealed, or needed some kind of password? He would need help.

“Well, have fun on your scavenger hunt, Quarterback,” Jake said, getting up and walking towards the door. “I’m going to go back to sleep. I’ll need to be well-rested to run in case a dinosaur decides it wants pilot for lunch tomorrow. Don’t forget to pack nonperishable food for everybody.”

Casually waving goodbye without looking back, Jake sauntered out of the room, leaving Sean surprised, confused… and grateful.

As Sean looked for paper and a pen so that he could write down a list of what equipment he needed to look for, he wondered - how did Jake know that Sean had been a Boy Scout for six years?

He shrugged. Maybe Jake had just thought that Sean had seemed like the Boy Scout type, or something.

(End of Chapter Three.) (Word count: 999 words.)

Chapter Three notes: (B01-C08.) Jake found Sean while the MC was still asleep. By the time she woke up, Sean was out looking for better equipment, so they never had the talk they had in the game. I’ve been reading posts about Sean not getting enough credit, or being written into a story only to make the MC jealous, so I wanted to give him some of the spotlight in this chapter. And Jake made another slip of the tongue like he did with Diego… poor guy!

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 05/04/17.)

this is the magnus bane defense squad wanna join 


Breathless by @acrobat-elle

Summary: Emma and Killian share more than just a heart.

Status: Complete

Tumblr: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Also on: AO3 | ff

In which the unexpected side effects of sharing a heart allow Emma and Killian to experience love and affection - both physical and emotional - through one another’s eyes.

I’ll just be over here waiting for everybody in the fandom who dislikes Carol to stop being butthurt over the fact that Melissa McBride gets more acting kudos than anyone else in the cast.

anonymous asked:

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As The Years Go By ~Chen~ ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

I literally dream about this scenario all the time, and I just cannot. I cannot. My feels were everywhere with this and Chen I just afdljkgsbdfguykrshjdgflisuahjkf. I really hope you like it. Love ya too.

It all started with the first encounter.

You were merely eight years old, just beginning third grade in your new school.

He was nine years old, continuing this fourth year at the school.

You walked into the class and waited as the teacher introduced you to everybody. Her name was Ms. Lane; you’d never forget her name.

“Now, why don’t you say something to the class, ______?” Ms. Lane suggested with a small smile.

You pushed your hair out of your eyes and waved shyly at the class, never being much of a confident or open person. “Hi,” you said quietly.

Some students snickered at your shyness, but a boy in the back with dark hair had told them to stop being so rude.

Ms. Lane gave you another smile and knelt down so that she was at your height. “Good job, dear,” she said. “Now, why don’t you go take the empty seat in the back, alright? Let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded and slowly moved to the back. You sat next to the boy who had snapped at the group of laughing kids a few moments ago.

“Hello!” he exclaimed happily with a huge smile that lit up his entire face. “I’m Jongdae!” He stretched out his hand towards you. “Nice to meet you!”

You were hesitant at first, but you slowly reached out and shook his hand. “I’m _______,” you replied softly.

Jongdae leaned closer and tried to mimic your quiet voice, “I know.” Then he pulled away and went back to balancing himself on his knees on his chair. “I’ve been at this school for a long, long time now, but you’re new. My mommy told me to always help out the new kids that come here, so I want to show you around!”

You remembered what your mother had told you that morning, Don’t every be shy when it comes to the kindness of another person, _______. Be open with people, you never know when you’ll make a new friend.

And so you followed her words and nodded your head. “O-Okay,” you stuttered out.

Jongdae clapped his hands and then hopped off of his seat, walking towards you. “We’re going to be best friends!” he exclaimed happily.

For the first time all day, you smiled genuinely. He was the first person to make you smile on your first day at school.

And that was the beginning of everything.




As the years went by, you found yourself growing closer and closer to Jongdae. By fifth grade, the two of you knew everything there was to know about each other. If you were lucky enough to be in the same class, you’d always be partners for every activity you ever did. If you weren’t in the same class, you still hung out at recess and played tag.

In the seventh grade, Jongdae started to feel a little funny. The two of you were as close as ever, but something changed in the way he looked at you.

“Jongdae?” You waved your hands in front of him, trying to get his attention. “Jongdae!”

He blinked and shook his head. “Huh?”

You chuckled and handed him a textbook. “You left this in English class,” you said and poked his cheek. “Stop being so forgetful!”

He smiled. Not because of your little playful banter, but just because of you.

“I have to go,” you said and started to walk away. “I’ll see you at lunch, alright?”

Jongdae nodded and watched as you ran down the hall, getting back to your class. “I’ll see you at lunch,” he said quietly before going into his own classroom.




By the time you two were in junior year of high school, Jongdae’s feelings were just all over the place.

He couldn’t explain why his heart beat fast whenever you were around. He didn’t know why he felt butterflies in his stomach whenever you laughed. And he most certainly didn’t know why he felt the urge to beat every guy who had ever came within a proximity of you.

“Next year, we’re seniors,” you said sadly as you closed your locker. Jongdae stood next to you and leaned against the lockers. “Then, everybody parts ways.”

Jongdae stood up straight and stared at you seriously. “Parts ways?”

You nodded. “Yeah, who knows what everybody is going to do with their lives? Some may go to college, others to universities, some may go for jobs…” You stopped and smiled faintly at your best friend.  “What are you going to do, Jongdae?” you asked.

Jongdae shrugged. “I-I don’t know. Why, what are you doing?”

You shrugged as well and leaned back against the lockers. “Who knows?” you said. “My parents want me to go to university, but I’m just completely lost on where I want my life to go.”

“Don’t let your parents pressure you too much. In the end, it’s your decision.”

“I know. I just… I just legitimately don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m lost. A-And that scares me, Jongdae.” 

Jongdae felt his heart go all weird at your sad expression. He didn’t like it. It made him feel sad. “Don’t be upset,” he whispered and threw his arms around you, knowing you needed a hug. “I promise, you won’t ever be lost.”

You could feel tears building up in your eyes. “How do you know that?” you choked out.

Jongdae smiled to himself. “Because as long you’re with me, there’s no reason to be scared of anything. I promise.”




By the end of senior year, he figured it out.

He was in love with you.

Jongdae didn’t know how it exactly happened, but something just hit him on graduation night. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing. Maybe it was the way your hair framed your face perfectly. Maybe it was the overall positive aura you were shining all over everybody.

He didn’t know what it was, but something pushed him into going up to you that night and asking for a dance.

You of course, couldn’t say no, since there was also a funny feeling in your stomach whenever you saw Jongdae.

He led you to the center of the dance floor and carefully pulled you close. “It’s okay if you get jealous of my dancing,” he said. “I was just born with this natural gift.”

You rolled your eyes. “Everybody knows you practically have two left feet, Jongdae.”

He frowned. “Hey!”

You laughed and rested your head against his chest. “Kidding, kidding,” you mumbled and listened to the music. In truth, you told yourself you wouldn’t dance with any guy tonight, because you were hoping Jongdae would ask you. You hoped and prayed tonight would be the night.

And it was.

“________,” Jongdae spoke up after a few minutes of swaying back and forth in silence. “Can I tell you something?”


He inhaled a breath, knowing his next few words would be difficult to get out. “I-I don’t want you to leave me, ______,” he began. “I remember what you said last year about everybody going their separate ways, and I don’t want that happening to us. I can’t imagine what I’d do without you.”

You looked up and stared into his eyes. “Me neither.”

That made him feel a little relieved. “Okay, I’m glad to know we were on the same page about that.” He chuckled a little bit. “Now, here comes the more difficult thing to say.”

The music continued to play and all the other couples on the dancing still swayed back and forth with their partners. You and Jongdae were right in the middle, seeming separated from all the other couples.

“We’ve known each other since third grade, _____,” he said. “I remember the first day you came, and I was quick to become friends with you. Do you want to know why, _______? To be honest, I can’t even fully explain it, but there was something telling me that you would be somebody important in my future. So, I had to get to know you.”

Those words made you smile. They also made your heart go wild.

“But through the years, I’ve started to notice something else,” Jongdae continued nervously. “And I don’t know how you’re going to take it, but this may be my last chance in letting it out, so I’m going to say it anyway.”

You bit your lip and continued to stare into his eyes. You nodded, signaling that he had your full attention.

Jongdae exhaled a breath and closed his eyes. “I-I love you, ______.”

Initially, you were shocked. You definitely didn’t see that coming at all.

Jongdae opened one eye hesitantly and saw the expression on your face. It made his heart sink a little.

But you shook your head and stepped towards him. “I love you too,” you replied. “Jongdae, I love you.

He grinned widely. “Be mine, ______,” he said. “Be mine and I promise you, nothing will ever break us apart. Nothing.”

You smiled back. “Only if you promise to be mine.”

“I promise.”




Two years, and that promise never broke. You and Jongdae first went to separate universities, which was really tough on your relationship. Still, the two of you Skyped, e-mailed, texted, everything you possibly could to keep in contact with each other.

At one point, Jongdae couldn’t take it anymore. He convinced his parents to let him switch universities.

Within a month, Jongdae showed up at your dorm room with a huge grin. “Surprise, jagiyah.”

You were completely shocked. “Jongdae!” You threw your arms around him and kissed him repeatedly as he laughed. “Oh my goodness, I can’t believe you’re here!”

“Ah, I couldn’t stay away.” He found your lips and gave you a passionate kiss. “I love you too much to ever stay away,” he whispered.

That made everything easier.




Three years after, you and Jongdae were still together. Sure, the two of you had your fights now and then, but they never lasted long. In the end, you both loved each other too much to let go.

You walked hand in hand down to the elementary school where you first met. It was still up, and even Ms. Lane was still a teacher there.

You went to go visit her and she was so happy to hear that the two of you were a couple. She said that she knew something would spark between the two of you since she saw the way Jongdae’s eyes glowed when you walked into the room.

Jongdae just blushed and stepped away as you laughed.

“Let’s go on the swings!” you exclaimed once the two of you got outside. You both behaved like children and played around all over the place, much like you did when you were little.

“Hey jagiyah, look!” Jongdae pointed to old seasaw in the middle of the playground. “Remember when I tried to kiss you over there in fourth grade, and you ran away?”

You chuckled and nodded your head at the memory. “Oh yes, I do.”

You actually dared me to do it, and yet you ran away when I tried.” He sat down on the bottom of the seasaw and patted the seat next to him.

You sat down as well and rested your head on top of his shoulder. “We were so young and innocent those days,” you mumbled.

Jongdae grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. “This spot here holds many memories, jagiyah,” he said. “But I want it to hold even more.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. “We’ve known each other for such a long time _______, and I can’t see myself with anybody else. I really can’t, no matter how hard I try. I love you with all my heart, and I would do anything for you. So jagiyah, will you please make me the happiest man on Earth and spend forever with me?”

Your hands flew to your mouth in shock. “Jongdae!” you gasped as he showed you the ring. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Jongdae smiled and put the ring on his finger, just before placing a long, sweet kiss on your lips. “I love you.”




Your wedding day was unforgettable.

All of your school friends were invited, as well as Ms. Lane. Your parents all stood together, happy to see their kids marrying each other. Your mothers were in tears, knowing that the two of you had truly loved each other from the start. And your fathers just wouldn’t stop smiling, glad to know their children finally found their perfect matches.

As you walked down the aisle, you saw Jongdae’s eyes on you. His heart was beating wildly once he saw you. For a moment, he couldn’t believe that he would get to call you his wife. He was so grateful.

From the moment you both said, “I do” and kissed, the blissful journey of forever had begun.




And even now, years and years after that wedding day, the love between you and Jongdae was still alive. You stared at each other as if it was the first time.

You told your children and your grandchildren about how the two of you met, and it was the story of true love that got passed down onto your family forever, and ever.