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softcallofdutyimagines · 3 years

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The squad with a curly haired gf

Adler

Can you say, iconic hair duo?

Because, yeah lol

Russell is the rare example of a man who won’t give you shit for taking extra time to get ready to go out

Primarily because he also requires extra time to get ready to go out

It’s not that he makes a big deal of trying to ensure every last strand of hair is perfectly in place, mind you

More so that there’s a lot of steps in between when his hair is freshly washed, and when it’s ready to go, all gelled up and styled like it is

The cabinet under your shared sink is divided right down the middle with yours and his hair products

Of course, you would have no problem sharing, and you do in fact share certain things that you can

But your hair simply has different needs moisture and support wise, so you get all your own stuff

However, you have put some curling gel in his hair at least once, just to see how he'd look

It was not a very good look, but you both had fun trying it

Hudson

The exact opposite of Adler lol

While you and Adler would draw appreciative looks, you and Hudson get more like bewildered stares

It makes a bit of sense, considering just the powerful contrast between your glorious mane and his stark baldness

Hudson doesn't mind however

In fact, if anything, he finds it quite amusing

However, he could live without you draping your hair over his head now and then to "see what he'd look like"

Regardless, he does love your hair

It's so different from what he's use to, namely his lonesome bald himself, that is

He likes the soft texture between his fingers and against his stubble, and the fruity, flowery scent it always carries

Hudson has about zero skill with hair care, but if you're patient and willing, nothing would make him happier then learning how to help

This may come as a bit of a surprise to you, but he really is glad to do it...

As long as you can keep his secret safe ;)

Lazar

As an ethnic Jew, I think Lazar would have a lot more experience with luscious, curly hair then you'd think

He is undoubtedly a master braider and knows exactly what kind of protective styles would look good on you

Additionally, he loves doing this for you!

His mom has basically been preparing him for this all his life, so he's excited to flex his skills

And, while he doesn't necissarily use them himself, he has great recommendations for what kinds of creams, oils, and gels you should try

Personally, I suspect Lazar also has naturally curly hair, he just brushes and gels it to match the current style

However, if you encouraged him to go natural, he totally would

You'd be kind of like the sign he's been waiting for to do it lol

With a little shape up and some care, he looks amazing with his little floof top

From them on, the two of you strut around as the epitome of curly haired couple goals

And yes, you both do take great joy in telling people this is your natural hair when they ask where you got your perms from

Mason

Mason, sort of like Hudson, is a big of the unique smell and texture of your locs then anything else

He finds it comforting, and before long he starts to identify the most prominent smell from all your creams and oils as the smell of home

It's hard to explain, and he's afraid you might think he's strange for it, but...

Something about the reminder of you brings him to a safe place in his mind

The kind of place he didn't even think he had up there anymore

However, you don't find it wierd at all, quite the opposite in fact

You're glad that something as silly as the smell of your hair makes him feel at home, both physically and mentally

So, you makes sure to keep that particular product in your rotation whenever you can

Alex is not very good with hair care/styling however

He will try to learn if you want to teach him, but it just doesn't seem to click

So try not to expect much more then him helping you administer product and brush it through

This plays to his advantage though, as he's able to learn what it is that makes that smell he so adores

I say advantageous, because when he has to be away for longer periods, he buys one for himself, just to have

When he particularly misses you, he puts a dab of it in his own hair, just to have the smell follow him around

And why not? If nothing else, his justification is that it keeps his hair just as nice and silky too

Park

She's. In. LOVE

I hope you're ready to have your own personal stylist, because that's exactly what you'll be getting with Helen

Growing up, she was a big fan of playing dress up and princesses with her dolls

Now imagine how she'd feel as an adult with such a gorgeous head of curls in front of her

Unfortunately, doll hair and human hair care are quite different, and while she's easily able to grasp this of course...

She will need a bit of guidance on your hair care needs

But no matter how complex, she's game

It's very hard for her to pick out one thing she loves about your hair tbh

But, if she had to choose, she enjoys braiding it the most

It's also quite nice because, while her own hair is rather low maintenance, she does pick up a few useful tips and tricks from you on hair care

Of course, she does also appreciate that you don't mind returning the favor and giving her hair a bit of love

Before long the two of you would be walking around with absolutely perfect, hydrated and glowing locs

The effort may be a bit time consuming, but all that time together, and particularly the result it has, are so worth it

Weaver

He thinks your hair is the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen

If you two wanted to/were able to have kids, he'd be the type to pray all the kids get your hair

That's not to say he dislikes his natural, smooth and straight hair, that is

Just that he'd feel like quite the proud dad to have his beautiful little floofy haired family running around

But for now, he's more then happy to dote on you and your hair

He can manage a very basic braid, which might come as a shock to you, but if you want him to do anything more complex, he's going to need a minute or three

Also, he's quick to be proud of your hair on your behalf when someone compliments it

Considering perms were all the rage in the 80s, you basically get worshiped and for your curls and asked where you got them done a lot

It's funny at first, but a little tiring after a while

However, Weaver never seems to get tired of bragging on you

After a while, he's pretty quick to be the one saying "It's all natural" to those who inquire

You find it a little funny, but it does feel good to be appreciated so

Woods

Of all the others, he'd be the one to tease you a bit

Nothing all that mean or rude of course, more like in an endearing way

He nicknames you "Curls" almost immediately

At first it runs you the wrong way, and so he has to dedicate some effort to prove that he doesn't mean it like that

But in the end, he does manage to pull it off, and his teasing becomes something of an inside joke to you two

Only he is allowed to make jokes like that though, anyone else who tries it, even in a friendly way, gets snapped at

You do wish he'd ease up a little about it, but he can't help but be protective of you

Frank is a total lost cause when it comes to styling your hair

Honestly, you're lucky to convince him to even consider doing up your hair, but that's another story

He's one of those where if he can't get it right the first or second try, he gets to frustrated to keep going

With a little encouragement, he might be able to manage a basic braid

It does not look very good at all, but he tried

At first, he's a bit pissy over all the "girly" smells from your products overwhelming his living space

As well as the amount of time it takes for you to get ready in the morning

But he grows accustomed to it after a while and it doesn't bother him anymore

In fact, he goes down a similar route as Mason, and starts to identify the smells with a feeling of security

Woods would never go so far as to put scented anything in his hair, even as a token reminder of you, but...

He has been known to swipe one if your conditioners before a deployment, just to bask in the comforting smell now and then

It's probably stupid, but he likes to think it brings him luck, having that tiny piece of you with him out in the field

Just a little something to remind him to come home safe <3

#this is completely self indulgent but anyways #black ops cold war #call of duty #russel adler #russel adler x reader #frank woods #frank woods x reader #helen park #helen park x reader #jason hudson #jason hudson x reader #eleazar azoulay #lazar x reader #grigori weaver #grigori weaver x reader #alex mason #alex mason x reader

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frankchurchillsaysrelax · 2 years

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hi, my earthly name is michael no middle initial guerin. i’m the son of an evil dictator. or possibly clone (i mean anything’s possible). i have wild curly hair that’s sometimes dark brown and sometimes honey colored depending on the terrible lighting i’m always surrounded in and golden brown eyes that pierce the universe as i stare into it with an unquenchable intensity. i like to floof my hair when i’m around pretty boys (a/n: if you did not like this scene then gtfo) especially my one true love, alex manes. i always wear the same black cowboy hat because it’s a metaphor for my tortured past. plus it was on sale at hot topic. recently i started wearing a bandana around my left hand for mysterious reasons. they’re so mysterious they’ll never be spoken of again. i live in roswell which is a stupid small town where nothing ever happens. unless you’re in my friend group and then everything happens. we’re just cool that way. there are a lot of racist a**holes where i live but i know i can take them all down because i probably can’t die. fire doesn’t burn me did i mention that?

84 notes • Posted 2021-08-15 21:43:39 GMT

sanders giving dad-like relationship talk is pure perfection

102 notes • Posted 2021-08-31 00:36:18 GMT

4x14 coda

Eddie hugs Christopher closer just because he can. To think he’d almost lost this forever. But, he hadn’t and there was no reason to dwell on maybes.

When he finally lets go of his son, Christopher automatically walks towards Buck who has unsurprisingly already engaged Carla, the Diaz women, and, strangely, Ana in conversation. It gives Eddie a moment to breathe. Which is probably why Buck did it to be honest.

“Glad you’re doing better, Eddie.” Eddie startles, turning a little too quickly for his healing shoulder toward...Taylor Kelly. In his living room. Huh.

“Thanks, Taylor,” he finally responds. “Um, no offense, but--”

“What am I doing in your house?” she finishes bluntly. He nods. It’s not exactly what he was going to say but it’s a good question. Taylor sighs, “I told Buck it would be weird but he insisted. We’re um,” she flicks her long red hair over her shoulder in a practiced move, “we’re dating now.”

Eddie’s eyebrows rise high on his forehead, less surprised by the news than the fact that Buck hadn’t told him himself.

“Congrats,” he says, awkward yet sincere. He moves closer, standing beside her as they both turn to watch the others interacting. Buck’s

“Does it ever get easier?” Taylor whispers. Eddie thinks she almost sounds wistful. “Lov--caring about him, I mean.”

Her wording angers him a little. Loving Buck is one of the easiest things he’s ever done. Right up there with loving Christopher. Something he’d come to terms with during the lawsuit was that his love for Buck is unconditional.

Taylor must sense the tension she’s caused because she’s quick to add, “I just mean that he doesn’t make it easy with all of the reckless stunts he pulls. Like that idiotic move the other day. Made me wonder if any of this was worth it.”

Eddie ignores her apparent doubts in her relationship or why she would bring them up with her boyfriend’s best friend. “What idiotic move?”

Taylor looks up at him with narrowed eyes. “No one told you? He went rogue on a call. Climbed a crane without any protection from PD and completely out in the open. It was,” she pauses. Eddie can hear the tremble of fear in her voice beneath the anger. “like I said, idiotic.”

They both turn to look at Buck who is currently laughing at whatever Carla is saying. Eddie doesn’t know what look Taylor is giving him but Eddie’s is somewhere in the neighborhood of what Buck calls his ‘dad face’. He’s pissed. Of course he’s pissed. He’d be lying if he said he was even a little surprised though.

Buck must sense them watching him because he glances over, doing a double take when he sees their expressions. Right on cue comes the head tilt and sheepish smile that frustratingly works on all of them. Right on cue Eddie rolls his eyes.

Ready for this conversation to be over and to enjoy this time with his family Eddie begins to walk away. Over his good shoulder he looks Taylor straight in the eyes and tells her the truth. “It’s always worth it.”

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“get the girls settled.”

the. girls. HIS girls. nobody touch me i’m fine.

120 notes • Posted 2021-05-21 04:29:46 GMT

yo but like michael was able to protect alex’s existence from his dad’s mind powers until he was literally stabbed. that’s love bitch.

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willowistic22 · 3 years

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Soon You’ll Get Better (Redfinch)

It was four months ago when his world burned into flaming embers. But after some time, he’s starting to heal from all the pain. And so, his mind starts screaming the same question in a million different ways which all hurt him like knife cuts from different angles : How could he?

Words : 3682

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Warnings : Death, grief, hospitals

A/N : Abt damn time I post a fanfic huh?? hehe i set a 2 fanfic a month goal for myself to keep the momentum going, so that would kinda explain it. Anyways here a fanfic. Inspired by a post I made a while ago the post is long gone idk where tf it is anymore now and there are elements of Taylor Swift’s ‘Soon You’ll Get Better’ but it’s not a songfic bcs in the fic the song is used as a song Albert wrote. Just read the fic and you’ll get it! Enjoy!!!

@fifty-for-the-racer since you were really passionate abt this idea, this one’s for you <3

Walking through the hallway of his college dorm, backpack on his shoulder while clutching a few books he brought to class close to his chest. It’s full of other college students minding their own business. But they’re loud and fast, while Albert is slow and quiet. His mind is the one going at a fast pace.

The weight and hollow feeling he has grown used to since four months ago doesn’t feel the same way as before. It doesn’t hurt as much. And somehow it felt wrong that he is moving on. He couldn’t move on. How could he?

His brain gets louder and louder with all these new thoughts that he’s been developing lately. As if the loud noises of fast paced college students isn’t enough to make him suffer. Albert lets out a deep sigh as the sight of his own dorm slowly comes to view. He can get some peace of mind for the time being since his roommate still has a class at this hour.

Albert slowly opens the wooden door but stops in the middle of his tracks upon his new discovery.

“I didn’t— I wasn’t— Race let me in before he left for class!” A boy, that obviously doesn’t belong here, sits on Albert’s bed with a few of his messy clothes on his lap. The boy stands up to approach him while frantically moving the clothes away from him, “I didn’t mean to snoop around your stuff, I swear! Your clothes were just- they were a mess and I thought I could fold it—“

“Woah, calm down there, Finch” Albert cut him off, closing the door behind him before he takes a few steps closer to the worried looking blond boy, “You know I trust you with my stuff”

He lets out a deep breath upon hearing those words, “I know, but… I never asked for permission”

Finch’s eyes meet Albert’s, blue and hazel orbs locked in a soft gaze. He sighs out, “I’m sorry”

Albert simply chuckles through his small smile, dropping his bag onto his desk along with the black snapback he’s been wearing all day which reveals his bright red hair in a messy floof, “No need to be sorry. Besides, I really need to start cleaning up”

Finch chuckles at that, dropping his guarded shoulders down. Wordlessly, Albert starts picking up his clothes. Separating them to two big piles on the bed, one dirty pile and another clean one for him to fold and put back to his closet. Finch hesitated on approaching to help. But after the redhead flashes him a warm smile over his shoulder, Finch gladly skips next to him to help.

For the most part, they don’t talk. Finch isn’t sure if he should, not that he’d know what to talk about anyways. But he doesn’t mind it. They could still hear other college students through the walls as it isn’t that thick. And the birds chirping outside makes its way through the single window next to Al’s bed, along with the rays of light coming from the afternoon sun.

“I’d hear an earful from mom if she ever finds out that my dorm is messy” Albert finally broke the silence upon feeling the little tension from the other boy next to him.

Finch steals a small glance to his side, a little surprise with the topic he chose to speak up about. But he doesn’t complain. If this is how Albert mourns, then he’s willing to help.

“Yeah?” Finch asked softly, stacking a clean pair of pants he just folded to a clean pile of other pants.

“Yeah” Albert replied, eyes still glued to his task of separating his clothes. He can feel a little smile makes its way on his face, “She’d tell me to put them back in my closet as soon as it's clean so I won’t forget”

By now, all the out of placed clothes are picked up since Finch had already started beforehand. The wooden floor and the rest of the furniture in his dorm are free from Albert’s clothes. He reaches for the drawer under his bed to grab the laundry bag.

“But… I always end up either forgetting or procrastinating” Albert smiled to himself with a chuckle as he rose up to put the dirty clothes in the laundry bag.

Finch laughs along with him, glad to see him smile while he talks about his mother. It’s been some time since he last saw it. He’s glad there’s progress being made.

It didn’t take long to put the dirty clothes in the laundry bag. He carelessly tosses the bag to a forgotten corner of his dorm, turning to face the neatly folded clothes on his bed so he can organize it in his closet. His focus however, caught on to a strange sound that came from the corner where he threw the laundry bag. A loud thud between a hard solid object with a mixture of unorganized notes originating from strings.

The two boys flip their heads towards said corner, on the remaining space between the wall and the edge of Albert’s bed. There, lay a dusty guitar leaning against the corner created by the wall. The light brown of the wood reflects the minimal rays of sunshine that reached that forgotten corner, making it more majestic than it actually is.

“You didn’t tell me you brought your guitar here!” Finch exclaimed upon taking note of the guitar’s presence. An exciting energy buzzing through his veins all of a sudden. Everyone could instantly tell from the way his blue eyes lit up and his lips splitting into a smile.

“Didn’t thought it’d matter” Albert replied with a little chuckle. He watches as Finch gets his hands on the instrument, all while putting his clothes back in his closet.

The moment Finch gets his hands on the guitar, he puts it on his lap and sits down on the now spacious mattress. The spring bounces up and down with the weight of the blond boy and his new discovery. He starts to lightly pluck the strings, creating a lovely tune while waiting for Albert to finish up cleaning.

As the last item is placed back to its rightful place in Al’s closet, he closes the doors and turns to Finch. He’s still busy getting entertained by the guitar to notice the warm smile creeping its way to Al’s face.

Though, he doesn’t linger in the gaze. Seeing that he’s been wearing the same outfit for the whole day, he decides to slip into some warm sweatpants and a clean t-shirt.

“When did you brought it here?” Finch asked, eyes gleaming at the sight of a freshly dressed Albert walking towards him on the bed. His finger still mindlessly strumming the guitar, the same soft melody still echoes around the dorm.

“After like, what, two and a half months maybe? Dad decided to do some cleaning” Albert explained, ruffling his bright red locks with a hand, “I found this guitar after forgetting about it for a while and decided to keep it. It kept me busy for the most part”

The pair moves to lay down on the bed together. It’s technically too small to fit two people but neither boys mind cuddling towards each other.

Albert takes charge of the guitar while Finch gets comfortable lying next to him. Arms slightly wrapping his shoulders with his head tucked warmly in the crook of Al’s neck. Finch’s small blond curls slightly brush against the coarse skin of the other boy, almost as softly as Albert’s own fingers strumming his guitar.

“Turns out mom had always kept it” Albert suddenly spoke up, soft yet still deep. Finch looks up as best as he can to meet his eyes, though the boy doesn’t seem to be making any efforts on trying to do the same. His eyes turned blue, looking down at the strings he’s strumming, “At first I thought she threw it away since I wouldn’t be needing it for college. But I found it in her closet one time when I had to pick something up for her”

Albert plucks one last string of his guitar before stopping the tune, he let’s the last note resonate around the room. A long drawn out sigh leaves his nose, the aura of this dorm drooping along with his sadness.

Finch looks up to study his face. Hazel eyes clouded with a secret rainstorm behind it. Lips still smiling, but it was cracked by the thunderous thoughts that are now occupying his head.

“Hey, you okay?” Finch dared to whisper. It might be a bad idea, but it’s the only thing he could do right now.

Albert doesn’t answer. He seems to still be lost in whatever is running around in his head.

To which, Finch continues, “It’s okay to be sad, Al. I know you miss her”

“Yeah. I miss her a lot” Albert finally replied. He shifts his head down towards where Finch is already looking up at him, “But I don’t know. Lately it… it doesn’t hurt as much as it first did”

The other boy could only tilt his head to the side with a question mark drawing the lines of his face. Albert just smiles down at the face and chuckles at the cuteness before continuing, “I still miss her but… It’s getting easier to move on. And I know it’s supposed to be a good thing but… I feel kinda guilty ‘bout it”

Finch softens his face at the explanation, offering a comforting smile. He cuddles closer to Albert, which was received with open arms. Al slightly pushes away his guitar to let Finch cozy up next to him a little further. Once they find a comfortable position, they take in the smell of each other and then let it out with one huge sigh.

“It does make you feel guilty if you start feeling like moving on from someone’s death” Finch acknowledged Albert's previous words, gentle and slow, “But nothing in this world would ever make you forget about your mother. I can promise you that”

The redhead snorts out a little laughter, “You sound like my therapist”

Finch, not knowing how to respond to that, laughs along with him. Which only makes Albert tighten his hug around the boy.

“You’ll get through this. I know you will” Finch said, after pondering about his next words for a minute. It was only replied by a squeeze to one of Finch’s hands but he knew it was a way to appreciate his words without verbally saying it.

“Y’know…” Albert suddenly began after a few moments of silence, gently pushing Finch away from the hug so he could sit up on the bed properly. He sits slightly on the end of the bed, opposing Finch so they’re now face to face without needing to turn their heads. He props his guitar on his lap again and looks down to the other boy, “... I uhh… I wrote a song while she was in the hospital. Hoping she’d get better”

Sensing a little private performance coming up, Finch excitedly sits up along with him. Legs tucked in close to his chest, letting his hands rest on his knees. A hopeful smile rests on his face, shining as bright as day.

It makes Albert giggle a little while his fingers start to softly strum the guitar again. It’s a different tune from before, but this one doesn’t sound like something he made up in the moment. It has a pattern to it, soft and comforting.

“I wrote it in the summer after our high school graduation. It’s called… ‘Soon You’ll get better’” Albert explained, looking down to the vibrating strings, “Mom really liked it when she first heard it. She always asked me to sing it any time I visit her in the hospital”

“And… you’re gonna sing it to me now?” Finch asked hopefully, getting impatient from the absence of his boyfriend’s vocals.

Albert chuckles at it, but nods along to answer his question. To which, Finch settles in his seat and waits for Albert to start singing.

“The buttons of my coat were, tangled in my hair

In doctor's-office-lighting, I didn't tell you I was scared”

He keeps his eyes glued down to the strings. Finch isn’t sure if he’s doing this on purpose, but he won’t question it. It’s a song that stuck pretty close to Albert’s heart it seems, and for a good reason too.

“That was the first time we were there

Holy orange bottles, each night I pray to you

Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too”

His voice is nasally but still strong and sweet as honey. Finch was captivated by the deep baritenor vocals, slipping out of reality with every gentle note echoing around the dorm. Unknowingly, a smile spread across his face as the song progressed.

“And I say to you

Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better

Ooh-ah, you'll get better soon”

Briefly, Albert drags his eyes up to Finch. A sad kind of happiness paints his face and Finch could only reply with the same look on his face.

“'Cause you have to”

Every word he wrote in the song made him sound so vulnerable, something not many people get to witness. Every sad lyric he wrote sounds like a rain parade sent from hell. The same feeling he felt when his father called him to get to the hospital as quickly as possible to say one goodbye to his mother.

Finch remembers that day too. The couple were with some of their other friends on a night out. When the phone rang, Albert had a bad feeling because the last time he went to the hospital his mother looked worse than before. Nonetheless, he still picked it up and it sucked the joy right out of him. Albert had to ask Finch to come with him. No one wanted to know what he would’ve done if the poor boy walked there on his own.

Mr. DaSilva, his two older brothers along with their wives and Albert’s only niece from his oldest brother had said their misty goodbyes. It left their eyes so watery, they couldn’t recognize Albert running in the room. A woman laid helplessly on the hospital bed, skin too pale for her own good and the same red locks she and her three sons share fully shaved off her head. Their other relatives aren’t here which Albert had assumed was because they’re still on their way. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was saying goodbye to his beloved mother.

She still had the energy to smile at Albert and Finch when they first stepped in the room. Albert had knelt down next to her, taking his mother’s hand and soaking up any warmth left in the palms which was next to zero. They had exchanged words in whispers, and by the time Albert got up to hug her the water starts staining her clothes.

“And I hate to make this all about me

But who am I supposed to talk to?

What am I supposed to do

If there's no you?”

The song was meant to be a get-well-soon prayer for his mother. Albert had his doubts that this time she’d make it out alive since it’s the third time her cancer came back. And for a while, he believed that she would. She had always been a fighter and she did fight like hell at the start of it, saying that she wanted to see Albert graduate college.

Of course, the universe had its own plans. She was too weak to fight any harder and thought that it was enough. As much as Albert hated it, he still had to let her go when the heart monitor stopped beating. The long ringing noise was so deafening, it pierced like dagger right through his eardrums.

As the doctors and nurses took over to do their jobs, the family mourned her death. The pain from every teardrop felt like a stab to the heart. It kept on feeling like that for some time after her funeral as they mourn in their own different ways.

“This won't go back to normal, if it ever was

It's been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because

'Cause I have to”

Albert was lucky he had all his friends to be there by his side as support. Giving him the necessary space any time he needs it, a shoulder to cry on when he needs it, giving him their therapists’ contact number when he asked, or welcoming him back to the group when he feels like going out with them. Overall, they’re the most amazing friends Albert could’ve asked for.

At first it was hard to keep up with how fast the world is spinning. But Albert soon relearned the pace and slowly healed from the pain. And that’s his new problem. The term ‘healing’ in this kind of situation felt so wrong, to use and to do. Albert feels guilty for trying to feel normal after his mother’s death, because it’s obvious nothing is normal.

Take the rest of his family for example : they used to have family dinners every month in the DaSilva household. Albert, his brothers, sister in-laws, his only niece, and both parents. Four months after the funeral they haven’t had their monthly family dinners. Maybe it was for the best. His father didn’t even seem okay when he was cleaning out his wife's stuff.

“Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better

Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better

Ooh-ah, you'll get better soon

'Cause you have to”

Strumming the last few notes of the song, Albert could feel the water forming in his eyes again. He ignores it till he strums the last chord. Bringing his gaze back up to meet Finch’s, he can tell the other boy noticing the little drops of water threatening to trickle down his cheeks.

They stayed silent for a few seconds, Albert waiting for the little wave of sadness to properly sit while he puts down his guitar on the floor and Finch waiting for a cue to do something.

“She always liked it when I sing it to her” Albert exclaimed, trying to play it cool while he wipes his tears away, “I don’t think you’ve heard it before”

“No, I haven't,” Finch replied. He shifts closer to Albert to help him wipe his tears away with the sleeves of the hoodie he’s currently wearing. After it dried, Finch’s hands cupped his cheeks gently and he whispers, “But it was very lovely. I love it”

To that, Albert smiles. It made Finch smile along as well. But he knows better not to mistake that smile for happiness.

“Thanks for stopping by, Finch” Albert finally said, “I really needed it”

Finch smiles, letting out a little sigh, “Glad I could help”

He leans his head closer to Albert. Sensing a kiss coming up, Albert does the same and their lips meet halfway. Softly brushing against each other while their eyes closed to focus on the warm feeling. Albert gently holds one of Finch’s hands on his cheek with his own as the kiss deepened, still gentle and loving.

A jingling noise followed by loud chattering and laughter coming from the other side of the door got them to pull apart quickly. In storms, the door opens and a tall messy looking figure enters the room still packed with energy and excitement.

“Oh! Uhh… I didn’t know there was a date scheduled here!” Race exclaimed, freezing like a deer caught by headlights in the middle of the room when he noticed his roommate already had his own company.

The two boys looked past him and saw a bunch of their other friends standing in the doorway, waiting for a cue to enter the dorm. They wave at each other politely, all while Finch slowly backs away from his boyfriend. It made the group chuckle, and the couple a bit embarrassed.

“Yeah, uhh…” Race awkwardly said, scratching the back of his head, “...We were about to have a game of poker here—but it’s cool! We can go somewhere else—“

“Nah, it’s okay, Racer!” Albert exclaimed, swinging his legs down the bed. He approaches the door where his friends are still waiting around, greeting them with a big smile, “You guys comin’ in or what?”

To which they all laughed, happily piling in the dorm. They simply put their stuff on an empty space in the floor before they make their way to where Race was already sitting on the floor.

“You playin’, Al?” One friend called out, Romeo.

“Yeah, deal me in” Albert replied, closing the door after waiting for all of his friends to pile in. He trails behind the last friend, Crutchie, towards the little circle his friends had made.

“Last time I was here the floor was covered with your clothes, Al” Crutchie observed the dorm while he slowly lowered himself to the floor in between Finch and Romeo, “Did you finally pick them up?”

Albert sits himself down next to Finch, exchanging a laugh with the other boy before answering, “Yeah, Finch came by to help”

“Took you long enough!” Race joked, still busy prepping the game for the others. Everyone laughed at it, all while Al reached his hands out to playfully smack his knee.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough” Jack stopped the two, growing impatient with the inevitable poker game, “Let’s get this game going!”

So now he’s playing a game with his friends like normal. Of course, the conversation he just had with Finch still lingered in his mind. Of how much he misses his mother and how guilty he feels for trying to move on. But the promises Finch made gave him a little glimmer of light. It’s not something he can technically promise, but it’s definitely something to hope for. With a glance shot towards his boyfriend next to him, which was replied with a soft gaze from Finch himself, he knows that everything will turn out alright eventually.

#newsies #random writing #redfinch #redfinch newsies #albert dasilva #finch cortez #albert newsies #finch newsies #tw grief #tw death #tw hospitals

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hanniejji · 4 years

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TODOROKI WITH A BADASS S/O

→ [ todoroki shouto x y/n ]

@abigator554 : "Could u do a totoroki x punk fem reader where she really just gives no fucks and calls out endeavor when he basically forces them to have dinner with him to judge if she is good enough for shoto and shoto just is like “wow. My gf is a badass” and just falls more in love"

— it's talk shit about enji time lmao im just kidding ily pops btw i kind of turned it into a hc because i thought it'd be easier like that lmao | m.list

words: 769

warnings: enji being a jerk, curse words, but floof neways

before you and todoroki got together, you were labeled as "bakugou #2"

without the consistent screaming ofc

you weren't one of those soft cute cinnamon babies that you'll fall in love with at first sight and would want to protect

u do the proteccting oof

you have a sass as big as todoroki's heart for you lmao

he fell for u the moment you spoke to him without a filter and put him in his place

"listen to me, elsa with a dash of zuko, i don't care if you're the son of the number two hero, if you want to be a hero then you better fix that attitude of yours"

punkiness aside, you're just a sweet girl with tough love and just want to care for everyone

the moment enji found out that his son's dating was from social media

apparently someone saw the two of you on a date outside and took pictures

immediately calls shouto

"SHOUTO"

"what"

"BRING THAT GIRLFRIEND OF YOUR TO DINNER"

"no"

but shouto didn't have a choice either when fuyumi also enthusiastically asked to meet you

he just wished his dad wasn't there thought

so with no more options left, the two of you went to his home

you'd expect y/n to be nervous about meeting his family, right? wrong.

shouto's the nervous one while you're chill, a lil giddy and excited but nothing extreme

you so the comforting

"shou, it'll be fine, you already told me fuyumi and natsuo are nice"

"I wish I can say the same for my father"

luckily, it was his brother who greeted the two of you

you both hit it off too well

natsuo loves you already

then fuyumi greeted you in the kitchen, where she's preparing dinner

she fell for you i would too

the two older siblings are so glad shouto found someone amazing such as yourself

bc of that, shouto's a little relaxed

but then enji came in

natsuo was became silent, fuyumi was still trying to alleviate the tension while the flame hero stare you up and down

have i mentioned you're wearing a denim short, tank top, with a lil oversized jacket?

he was not impressed

shouto tensed up again

the whole dinner you and fuyumi are conversing with natsuo chiming in

meanwhile shouto watches his dad stare at you statistically

he sometimes ask you family and quirk things that made everyone but you a little uncomfy

"you're not good enough for my son"

he says after the dinner and shouto's about to walk you home

he's also about to flip a table at his dad but you beat him to it

"oh, well, thank you for your unwanted opinion but I'll let shouto be the judge of that"

OOPS

all of the todoroki's are shookt

like 👀👀 shookt

"excuse me?"

"my apologies, but it seems that you misunderstood things. im not here to try to impress you or to satisfy you, you're not the boyfriend here, I just wanted to get close to shouto's family but not necessarily you, I guess"

if natsuo didn't love you before, he certainly does now

shouto, altho he's kind of worried, was awed by how confident and brave you were to say that to his dad

he might of teared up a lil :')

in his head, he's so proud of you and so glad that you weren't scared of his dad and was like

"holy shit. i love you and im so glad you're mine please always be mine"

and he has this cute surprised smile at you with heart fucking eyes

enji was too flabbergasted to speak so shouto took this chance to drag you out of the house while you sing your farewell and a promise to meet again to his siblings

all the way out of his house he can't wipe that smol. cute. precious. smile.

ur a lil worried bc he's being quiet ain't he always tho

a few blocks away and he abruptly stops to face you

crushes you in a hug and buries his face on your neck hnGHnHG

your the shookt one now

"shouto?"

"thank you"

he's not so sure about what he's thanking you for but maybe it's how you weren't letting his father's words into your head

you weren't scared of enji and that made him fall more and he doesn't have to worry about that anymore

maybe it's because you cared for him more than his father's approval

whatever that is, he's thankful and he's never letting you go

even if your punk side gets overbearing, don't worry, he gotchu ;)

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justreadingfics · 5 years

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Looking For a Heartbeat (16/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left. It’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

Chapter Summary: A new path.

Word Count: 4,5k

Warnings for this chapter: floof (WHAT?), pregnancy stuff.

A/N: @suz-123 is my angel and I love her. I think we deserve to breathe in some floof for a second, after 15 chapters of pure angst, don’t we. Enjoy it and let me know what you all think, please. Links are ruining posts, you can find the masterlist link on my description.

“Will you want to know?”

“Know what?” Your brows knit at Nat, who stands by the examination bed with Wanda at her side.

“The sex of the baby, of course.” She rolls her eyes as Wanda giggles.

“Oh, I’m not sure, to be honest…”

“I’m dying to know.” Wanda smiles, “But it’s your call, of course.”

You smile back at her and wonder if Bucky would want to know… Your conversation with him happened the day before and you didn’t feel right to let him know then about the ultrasound scheduled for today. You didn’t want to overwhelm him when he seemed so lost… so unsure…

“Do you know this medical team Tony hired?” Wanda asks, taking you out of your trail of thoughts.

“Ahm, yeah, I went through a first appointment with one of the doctors already to tell my and the baby’s medical history. They’re experts, the best of the best, Tony said,” You add fondly. With the secret gone, you feel more comfortable with doing the prenatal care and everything else at the Tower’s med bay, the most advanced medical place you could ask for. Tony jumped with happiness when you asked him about doctors. He hired a whole new team with expertise in both obstetrics and genetics, considering the fatherhood of the baby.

You still don’t know if you’re raising the kid at the Tower, but you’re damn sure if you don’t watch it, this child would be spoiled to rotten by those uncles and aunts.

“Did you call Bucky?” Nat asks, trying to act with nonchalance about the question.

You’re about to answer, when you see Wanda’s face lighting up. “She didn’t have to.” She beams.

Squinting your eyes at her, you don’t have time to ask for an explanation when you hear a soft knock on the door, catching the attention of the three of you. Your heart races when you see his face peeking through the door, which is a tad open.

Bucky.

“Hey... May I come in?” The timid ask is directed at you as his head is tilted slightly down and his eyes are looking up at you through his lashes.

“Yes, of course.” It slips from under your breath easily as you try to keep the smile on your face from getting too big. He's there, which makes your chest melt, but you don't know on what terms yet.

Placing his hands on his back pockets, he approaches you as his shoulders pull together and his lips tighten in a thin line. You notice he’s trying to make himself small, looking almost apologetic, as if he didn’t really feel like he has the right to being there. All you want is to scream how much you want him there with you, but you hold yourself back, to first understand what his presence means.

“Barnes,” Natasha calls as he gets to the other side of your bed, facing your friends.

It’s only then Bucky seems to notice there’s more people in the room, lifting his gaze, up till now fixed on you, to Nat and Wanda both stare at him with little smirks on their lips.

“Oh, hey…” He blinks, seeming lost for a moment.

“Hey… Well, now that you’re not alone,” Wanda claps her hands, “We can wait outside, right, Nat?” She aims a pointed look at your other friend.

“What? Come on, Y/N said we may be able to see the sex today. I wanna check whether this baby is a traitor or not.”

“Ok, bye. We’ll talk to you guys later.” Wanda ignores her protests completely while she pulls a very unhappy Nat by the hand.

You can’t help but chuckle and when you look at Bucky you catch him doing the same. For a moment, you two stay like this, gazing at each other, with silent smiles curling the lips of the two of you. You’re the one to let the smile drop first, being shortly followed by him, the unresolved questions rushing into your mind and lingering between you two.

“Hey-”

You two start talking in unison but, once again, someone at the door catches your attention.

“Hello, hello.” Doctor Nadine, the one you had talked previously barges in, eyes focused down on her tablet while she walks inside the examination room, “I see momma is already here, very good, “ When she lifts her gaze to your direction, her eyes lay on Bucky, “Oh, and the baby daddy?” She raises her eyebrow. The medical team is aware of the fatherhood of the baby, but her surprised expression shows she wasn’t expecting to find him there, an assumption she made because you told her yourself the baby’s father wasn’t around.

You turn a questioning look at Bucky, only to find expectancy through his gaze on you.

“Yes,” The answer comes from the lips of both of you together.

He lets out a breathy smile as your heart leaps in your chest. He’s there. He’s really there.

He stands beside you, straightening his posture and giving Doctor Nadine his full attention as she professionally resumes the procedures for the ultrasound, giving some explanations as she does so. She reaches for the ultrasound transducer to spread the gel on your stomach and you watch his eyes navigating to the spot. The first time he sees your growing belly. The instant and new interest coloring his gaze makes you swallow down the intense feelings bubbling in your chest.

“Ok, let’s take a look at our little bear down here, ha, there it is,” The doc says, gently moving the transducer in circles as the image, that now seems more and more like a baby, appears on the screen, gaining your attention.

A wide grin spreads twists your lips. You’ve done this a number of times already, but you never cease to marvel at the feeling and the sight of having a life growing inside you. The sound of a sharp inhale makes you look at its direction. Bucky. Your smile gets even bigger as tears start to gather in the corner of your eyes. His gaze is transfixed on the screen and his lips part slightly.

That’s when the sound of accelerated heartbeat reverberates around the room.

“Oh,” the strangled noise slips from Bucky as his eyes widen.

You’ve been hearing the wonderful sound regularly, but this time, with Bucky there – completely astonished and in awe- it seems like it’s the first time all over again. You let out a watery laugh, aiming your gaze to the screen where your baby keeps moving around and changing position in your belly, like they’re putting on a show to you. You pity the fact you don’t get to feel them much, yet.

“It’s something isn’t it?” The doctor says.

“Yes, yes it is.” Bucky whispers and you glance and smile at each other for an immeasurable moment.

You’re not sure you can quite comprehend how you’re feeling right now. Seeing your baby so healthy on the screen, listening to their heartbeat and having Bucky, the father of your child, the love of your life right next to you. All the fear you’ve been feeling of doing this alone starts to shrink…

He’s there.

The doctor continues with the examination, she explains that everything seems alright and progressing as expected, despite the recent accident, which incites a sigh of relief to come out of your lungs.

“Ok…” The doctor concentrates, moving the transducer over your belly, “The little bear seems very excited in showing off to us... if they only stopped…” She narrows her eyes at the screen making you two follow the direction of her gaze, “Ha-ha, there it is.” She stops moving and focus at one spot, “Oh, I’ve never asked that, do you guys want to know the sex? Because I’ve just got the answer.”

“Oh, I guess I’d rather wait?” You turn to Bucky, “What about you?”

His glossy eyes widened for a moment, and as he looks down at you he seems taken aback, like he’s surprised to be included in the decision.

“I- ahm, I-I think I’d like to know, but, ahm I-I understand if this is something you don’t want…” He stammers, brushing the back of his neck and you feel your gut clenching at how lost he might still be feeling about the whole situation and his part on it.

“Would you keep a secret?” You lift an eyebrow at him.

“Of course.”

“Is it ok if you only tell him?’ You ask Doctor Nadine who seems somewhat amused by the scene.

“Of course,” She smiles, “We can go to the office next door and seize the opportunity to schedule a date for a screening of the Super daddy. There’s a lot we need to talk about.” She states, referring to the serum on his system, and proceeds to clean the gel up from your belly.

Bucky nods at her, but a crease appears on his forehead when he stares down at you, “Are you sure? I don’t wanna impose-”

“That’s not what you’re doing, Bucky.” You assure, “You’re the father, you’re not imposing. You have as many rights as I have when it comes to our baby.”

His whole face seems to light up when you say “our baby” and you can’t ignore how fuzzy and warm your chest become at hearing the same words.

“Ok, let’s go, dad”, Doctor Nadine claps her hands and walks towards the adjacent room, which Bucky quickly follows with a huge grin plastered on his lips.

You chuckle, pulling down your top. You step up from the bed to go to the bathroom, your bladder trying to murder you as usual. Despite you preferring to wait, you can’t help but to feel anxious at the thought that Bucky would right now be finding out whether the baby is a boy or a girl. As you think about it, you understand why he chose to know, why it seemed so important to him.

That’s the first thing he’s taking part about the baby. The one thing he would know ahead of you, after months of staying in the shadows. You understand it’s not about a competition, but it’s more of a way for him to form a bond with the baby that would be only his and now you feel kind of glad you didn’t want to know. You smile. You’re happy that he can have this.

After you wash your hands you open the bathroom door at the same time Bucky is coming out of the Doctor’s office and into the examination room. He has a picture of the ultrasound in one hand as he uses the other to wipe the tears falling from his red rimmed eyes.

When he spots you, he lets out a sob that is soon followed by a wide and watery smile.

“Don’t tell me.” You point a warning finger at him as your heart rushes inside you.

A breathy laugh escapes his lungs, “I promise.” He places the hand with the picture over his chest and raises the other one with two fingers up in a promising sign.

“Don’t tell anyone, by the way, not even Steve… Or Nat.” You tilt your head as you walk towards him.

“I won’t.” The sentiment he pours on his gaze as you approach him would be disconcerting if it wasn’t so damn craved, “Nat might use some kind of torture on me, though,” He mocks.

“She definitely will.” You wiggle your brows and you both laugh quietly.

A comfortable silence, one that you haven’t felt in years in his presence, settles. You could get used to that, to having that kind of peace around Bucky.

“Ahm,” He clears his throat as something seems to come up to him, “Doctor Nadine asked you to get in,” He points back towards the office’s door, “She has some exams to schedule with you.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” You reach for your bag on the hanger next to you and move to get into the office.

“Y/N?”

You turn back to him.

“Do you wanna go grab a cup of coffee or something after?” He asks shyly, before biting the corner of his lower lip.

“Yeah.” You nod right away and you see him taking in a deep breath, “Sure, just… wait for me.” You beam, before ushering yourself into the office.

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As you both wait for your orders, sitting in front of each other at a table by one of the Pastry Shop’s windows- that cute one you’ve been avoiding for so long but decided that today would be the day to give in- you ramble about every little detail of what being pregnant has been so far. Bucky only interrupts you to ask for more details. He seems drawn to every little story about morning sickness and weird cravings you’ve had till this day.

You’re more than pleased to satisfy every curiosity he might have. In fact, it feels so damn good to finally being able to talk to him about your baby as the air seems lighter and lighter between you two; it feels like you’re finally getting that peace you’ve been longing for.

Only when the waitress approaches the table with your orders on a tray, you manage to stop talking as your lips curl in an anticipating grin.

“Here it is darlings, lemon pie and coffee for the gentleman,” She places Bucky’s order in front of him, “And, chocolate lava cake and cocoa for the lady, ugh, I’m jealous.” She winks at you and you laugh at her, “Enjoy,” she smiles, before sauntering away.

While you gawk at the world of chocolate in front of you, you’re unaware of how the blue of Bucky’s eyes hold a longing gaze and he’s unable to focus on anything else around him but you. You definitely don’t catch the sweetness of the longing on his eyes giving place to a sharp melancholy.

“Mmmm,” you moan, stare fastened on your cake. You lick your lips, grabbing your fork, ready to dig in.

“I’m sorry.”

The hushed words come unannounced as your hand stops midair.

You swallow down and slowly lay your fork by the plate again, your gaze following the move. You’re not sure if you’re ready to give up on the easiness you’ve been experiencing so far… but thinking there’s where the relationship of the two of you would go right away would be nothing but naïve of your part. You know there’s still much that needs to be said…to be thought of.

The air falls heavy on your shoulders.

“What for?” You whisper, finally lifting your gaze to him, meeting his pained and pleading eyes.

He bites his lips and lets out a humorless laugh while shaking his head, “Where to start?” His expression goes serious again, “Maybe for lashing out on you when you called me that night.” He adds in a low voice.

“No.” You frown, moving your head in a dismissive way, “No, Bucky… I could’ve handled it better.”

“You had just found out.” He states firmly, “I can only imagine how you were feeling and you called me right away… I was nothing but rude.” He looks down and you can see him running his tongue over the inside of his cheeks, “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t know, Bucky.” You try to argue. The sorrow on his face being almost too much for you to take.

“Yeah, but it had been a while since we last talked and the first time you called me in the middle of the night I’m a sucker.” He scoffs at himself, “I’m sorry, please.”

The plea on his voice makes you understand how important it is for him that you accept his apology and, for him, you do, “Ok. But I’m sorry, too.” You nod.

“And then for waiting days until I get to you after I found out,” he swiftly adds.

“It’s ok, really. I know it wasn’t easy for you to find out that way.”

“It’s just…” He fidgets with his finger over the table, “I-I got so scared… All I thought about was the many ways I could fuck this up.” He looks up at you.

Your lips close in a taut line as your heart clenches. You know how hard it can be for him… with his past, the self-doubts and self-loathing. You recognize them damn well. You wish you would’ve been a better support for him, but all you managed was to reinforce that darkness in him. You still know that.

A faint and cold touch finds your hand over the table and your eyes drop to see his metal hand covering yours, “I’m sorry for running away from you. From us.”

You skip a breath at the words and at the sentiment in his voice. When your gaze finds his face again, he’s staring closely at your joined hands, the tenseness of his jaw evident.

“Bucky…” you breathe; pulling your hand to your lap, as his shuts in a fist and remains there where you left it.

“Anna told me,” he says, without looking at you.

Your eyes round up for a second, “Told you what?”

“That she knew,” he worries his upper lip between his teeth, before looking up at you, “That she went to talk to you before, what she said to you…” He gulps down, “Before your accident.”

Your lips part as you hold his gaze. You didn’t expect her to tell him. You’re not even sure if you wanted him to know about that. You know it would lead to some kind of drama, that people might relate the accident with what happened before and… The look on Bucky’s face. His eyes gleam with regret, his jaw is tight with restrained anger. That’s exactly what you were trying to avoid.

“Bucky, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it’s not her fault.” You rest your forearms on the table, leaning closer to him, “I don’t blame her, not at all. I should’ve known better than to drive when I-” You sigh, letting your head drop for a moment, before focusing on him again, “I don’t think it’s wise to keep searching for people to blame. What happened, happened and that’s it. We need to move forward.”

“She didn’t have the right, and she knew about your pregnancy since Steve’s birthday party. She invented this trip…” His face scrunches up as he looks to the other side.

You see he’s angry, but it’s not just it. The curve on his lips, the threat of tears in his eyes… he’s also sad, hurt. The regret comes out of his pores as his fist clenches over the table. God, how you wanted to hold him and tell him everything’s fine, but… would it be the truth?

“Are you two, ahm…” You falter, you’re not sure how to ask the question or even if you should ask it all.

He looks down, before grabbing his cup of coffee to take a sip of it, “I’m not sure. I don’t know where we stand anymore,” He puts the cup down and glances at you, understanding the nature of your half made question, “I can’t see her or talk to her right now… I don’t know if it will ever change.”

“Bucky…” You say softly, “I think you should talk to her… really listen to her, if not right now, soon. I know it’s not my place to say this and…” You sigh, “But she’s been there for you for so long and she… she really loves you, I can see that.”

The frown on his forehead grows deeper at you.

“I think you should see things from her point of view for a minute. That’s what I did.” You continue, trying to explain where you’re coming from, “She caught herself in the middle of a pretty messy situation… Maybe she acted, well…” You twist your lips, using a second to think of the right thing to say, “I mean, she may have made some mistakes, but I don’t think she’s the only one to blame here, you know that, right?” Your voice is soft, hoping he doesn’t take it as you’re chastising him, which you’re not, you just wish him to see the bigger picture.

The line between his eyebrows is deep as he his eyelids droop and he absentmindedly starts playing with the cup of coffee in front of him. You see he’s processing… absorbing your words, before he speaks again, not looking back at you right away, “Yeah… I know what you mean, I dragged her into the mess.” He keeps circling his finger around the ceramic of his cup of coffee “I made her believe I could love her like-” He swallows down the word and glances up at you.

“It’s not your fault either, Bucky. Not entirely, at least.” You’re quick to say and shrug, “We’re all grown up here. We all may be a little fucked up.” A small frown tugs at the corner of your lips, “But we’re adults and responsible for our decisions, Anna inclusive. It doesn’t mean we have to be punished by our mistakes for the rest of our lives.”

He nods slowly, “You’re right, but…” He presses his lips together, “I don’t know… I know I have to talk to her eventually, but not right now…” He shakes his head, nibbling at his lower lip.

“Ok... alright,” You sooth, “Whatever you feel like it’s the right thing for you.”

Once again he nods, and keeps silent, focusing on his hands on the table as he inattentively pick at his nails. You know it’s weird for him to talk about Anna with you, and, if you’re honest, it is definitely weird for you, too. But you’re so tired of unsaid words, untouched subjects. You want a new path for you, for the both of you.

You grab your up till now forgotten cocoa and bring it to your mouth, taking a deliberately long taste of the drink which is getting colder by the minute. Despite the air becoming thicker, it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Considering you two haven’t really spoken without ending up in a fight or any other kind of distress for the two of you since you came back, now it feels like you two are truly beginning to find a pace to work things out or at least to share your feelings honestly. This is why you take courage to continue. There’s something you two still need to settle.

“Bucky,” you call and his gaze meets yours, “Listen.” You clear your throat, “I’m so happy you’re in this with me, with the baby.” You curl your lips in a smile, which he mirrors, before your expression falls serious and steady again, “But we’re inevitably gonna be in each other’s life if we wanna do it right.” You lick your lips, before asking the question that’s been pricking at the back of your skull, “Are you sure you can handle that? I mean… being around? You wanted distance before…” You can’t help the small quiver of your voice.

“I don’t think this is what I want anymore.” He sighs and, for the second time that day, he reaches for your hand over the table. “I don’t think this is what I ever really wanted.” His words are barely a whisper and he slowly raises his gaze from your linked hands to your face.

This time, you don’t let go and brings your other hand on top of his, trying to ignore your heart racing stubbornly inside your chest to say what you want and need to say, eyes bored into his, “You know…I’ve never felt anything as deep, as strong and so fantastically breathtaking as how I’m feeling about this baby.” You breathe, as tears tug at the corners of your eyes.

Softness shimmers on his eyes at your words, “I-I… it’s the same for me.” A beautiful smile spreads across his face.

“And it’s only getting started, Bucky.” You lean closer, drawing little slow circles on the back of his hand with your thumb as you tighten your hold, “I really think we should focus on understanding how we’re feeling about our baby, on preparing ourselves to love this child, to take care of them, and hopefully don’t screw them up too much.” You let out a breathy, watery smile, before focusing on what you want to say again, “That’s all we should think about right now, on getting stronger, individually and as parents. For our baby.”

His eyes shut for a moment and he breathes in, before his gaze fixed on your hands again.

“I wanna do it right.” You continue, leaning your head so your eyes would search for his. You need him to understand. “I don’t want us to hurt each other anymore, I wouldn’t bear this… that’s why I think we should leave what happened, what didn’t work out, behind. We didn’t work out as a couple, Bucky…” You gently say, with no trace of bitterness of accusation, “But maybe we still have a chance as… co-parents or whatever?” Sniffing, a watery small chuckle leaves your lungs.

Your breath sticks in your lungs as you wait for him to answer. You don’t let the hold on his hand loosen, as if he would slip through your fingers if you let him. You want him to stay. You need him to stay. You thought you could do it alone, but the taste of having him there with you proved you wrong. You need him.

His lips are slightly parted as his eyes roam over every little corner of your face, studying you, taking you in. When he seems satisfied with whatever he finds, his lips close and form a small smirk, “You’re changed.” He observes, “I’ve noticed it yesterday already. You’re so… self-possessed, serene.”

You chuckle, dropping your head for a moment, before looking up at him with a shy smile on your lips, “Don’t tell my therapist that, she’ll definitely want a raise.”

He laughs quietly, and when he lets go of your hands it’s not with hatred, nor regret, nor anything like that. “I agree with you. You’re right.” He nods, “ Everything for our little - ugh,” His metal hand flies to cover his mouth as his eyes round at the almost slip, “Baby. Our little baby,” He adds, cringing.

“James Buchanan Barnes.” You scoff, eyeing him warily.

“I’m sorry,” He raises his hands, “I’ll be careful, I promise.”

“You better.” You point a finger at him, “Or Nat torturing you would be the least of your concerns.”

As you share a laugh, you exchange a silent look laced with hope and...peace. You know it won’t be easy. Not at all. But you two can do this and that’s exactly what you say.

“We can do this, Bucky.”

“Yes. Yes, we can.”

~~~

Chapter 17 coming soon.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky series #bucky barnes series #bucky angst #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fanfiction #looking for a heartbeat

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A. C-R

Requested?: Yes! Anon requested a daughter or sister x Jack Ryan, and this is what I came up with.

Word Count: 1.6K+

Author’s Note: Honestly needed this, helped me to just write something! Requests are open, send in whatever you’d like and I’ll write it. Feeling a bit more optimistic about getting series out to you guys now that I’ve written this!

Warning: none. It’s floof.

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The suburban paradise life had never quite been Jack’s style. While he hated to admit it, he thrived on the chaos of war zones, on the thrill that came with gunfire, and he needed to be a hero. Saving people, whether from terror attacks or corrupt politicians or chemical warfare, was what Jack thirsted for. He needed to have control in dangerous situations, needed to be the one calling the shots or coming up with the solutions.

His new position at the CIA allowed just that: Deputy Director.

It was a big jump, and despite moving into the more political side of the job, Jack was still out in the field, getting shot at on a semi-regular basis. It was like a custody arrangement: one month in the office and on Capitol Hill, the next in some arid landscape or swamp marsh with only a pistol and his instincts.

The fact that Jack had reached such a high level of security clearance at such a young age, the man turning 42 next week, was due to three factors:

1. He was a national treasure

2. He was good at his job

3. And Jack had no real commitments outside of work.

At least, he didn’t until a month ago.

“You look like shit, Jack.” A familiar voice greeted the doctor as he walked into his office, dropping his workout bag on the floor. Jack let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes as he took a moment. “What’s happened now?”

“You know, you could have told me how ridiculously difficult this job is, Jim.” Jack laughed through his scolding of his old curled partner Jim Greer, running his hands over his face before heading to his desk. He didn’t take a seat, he didn’t do anything to suggest he was even staying: instead he pulled out his car keys and slipped on a blazer.

“What did she do this time?” Greer smirked, following his younger counterpart towards the elevators, pressing the button on Jack’s behalf. The younger man was frazzled, his lunch hour run had been interrupted by a rather worrying call, Greer could just tell.

“I’ll be back in an hour. Call a meeting with Jacobs and Royce.” Jack asked as he stepped in, avoiding Greer’s question all together. The last thing he needed was to try and figure out just what had happened to call him away from his office.

All he knew was that it wasn’t good news.

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“I won’t sit here and listen to you lecture me like I’m a goddamn preschooler. Unless you are pressing charges, I don’t need to be here, because you don’t have any proof.” Mr Hudson sighed at the words coming from the young woman’s mouth, his eyes narrowing as he examined the smirk on her face.

She sat there, in front of him, dressed too nicely to be a nuisance: there wasn’t a crease in her clothing, not a scuff on her shoe, not a hair out of place on her head. She had dark brown hair, it was held back from her face with a black alice headband, exposing a sharp jawline, pearl earrings, and a slender neck. In her blazer’s breast pocket, a floral kerchief and pen, just below a small badge pinned to the lapel.

It was small, one of the few decorative pieces she wore at all, but no matter how many times people had complained about that pin badge, she would not remove it.

Fuck you, I do what I want is what the pin read, and in the past month of knowing the young woman he had found that she stuck to the promise her pin badge proclaimed on her behalf.

“Miss Ry-” Mr Hudson started, but when the young woman raised an eyebrow he coughed quickly. “Miss Clairmont. While the school won’t be pressing charges, disciplinary actions need to be taken. We hold our students to a certain standard at Capitol Prep, and your radical opinions and your aura of suspicion cannot be tolerated.” Mr Hudson explained, stopped in his scolding by a knock at the door. “Come in.”

“Ah, the cavalry has arrived from Langley…” the young woman, Miss Clairmont, muttered, folding her arms and sitting up a little straighter as a man entered the room from the door behind her.

“Doctor Jack Ryan, I’m sorry to call you in during the work day.” Mr Hudson apologised in his greeting, causing Miss Clairmont to roll her eyes. The man’s demeanour shifted drastically when talking to people he respected.

“Why am I here exactly?” Jack asked, looking down at the girl to his right, a head of hair the exactly same chocolate brown as his own.

“Well, Miss Clairmont decided that hacking into our school systems would be a clever way to use her time in Computer Sciences today.” Hudson explained, and Jack took a moment, looking down at the girl, the fifteen year old who looked up at him with big eyes and a sweet smile. The same smile her mother had, the same glint in her eye he possessed.

“Well, considering your security systems are excellent, I think it was a great use of her time. I’m glad to know my daughter has been excelling in her extra curricular activities.” Jack said, and his daughter jumped up to her feet, picking up her bag and flashing her principal a smile.

“Doctor Ryan-“

“Suspend for three days, I’ll take away screen privileges.” Jack said in a closing statement. “I have a meeting to attend. Sweetie, let’s go.” He instructed, his daughter leading the way out the building, a dumbfounded principal left in the office alone.

—

“Really? We’re still going by Clairmont?” Jack asked with a chuckle as they sped towards the CIA buildings at Langley, where a new lead waited with Greer.

“I prefer my mother’s name to Ryan… Plus, all the kids know who you are.” She shrugged, picking at her nails. “Hard to live up to the reputation of America’s Golden Boy.” The comment was made in a semi-joking manner, but the avoidance of eye contact was clear.

Jack was new to being a father, and most certainly new to being the father of a fifteen year old girl he had only ever seen on holidays. While the full story was a winding road no one ever had time to explain, Jack essentially became his friend’s, Marie Clairmont, sperm donor, and the godfather of her daughter. Marie lived abroad most of her life, and it was only upon her untimely death about a month ago that he became a legal guardian.

“Come on now…” he tried to soothe the tension, and she sighed.

“You called me your daughter in there.” She blurted out, and Jack slowed down at a red light. The pair shared a glance, neither quite sure who would speak first.

“Did I?”

“You did. You said you were glad to know that I, your daughter, was excelling in her extra curricular activities.” She paraphrased, gesturing with her hand to signal Jack was holding up traffic.

“Sorry.” Was all Jack could manage, and they fell in silence once more, soon pulling into the garages below the Langley buildings.

“I know…” She began as Jack switched off the engine, still not looking his way. “Would you ever consider adopting me?” The question caused Jack to look over in shock. He had never considered the question to be brought up, not once. She was rather adamant on being a Clairmont, to honour her mother, and Jack wouldn’t want to jeopardise that ever.

“Do you want me to adopt you?” He asked, and she finally turned to look at him. He had gotten used to associating her face, freckles and dimples and all, with the most joyous and festive times of the year: every Christmas and birthday Jack got to see those chubby cheeks and toothy smiles. He got to see her ever changing wardrobe and growing obsession with the Star Wars franchise, even bought her a lightsaber for her 7th Christmas. Had Jack’s job not been so busy, he would have made it to more celebrations, but a place was always set for him, just in case.

“... I think it would be quite nice to be as Clairmont-Ryan.” She answered with a smirk. “Might take a while to get used to calling you dad though.”

“You don’t have to call me dad…” Jack said quickly, worried she was angry or being passive aggressive, but the smile on her face said otherwise.

“You know, I’m really bumping up your resumé. Not only have you stopped terrorists and aided in the fixing of Venezuela, now you’re a single dad. Honestly, women will be all over you, Jack.” She teased, stepping out of the car with him. He chuckled to himself, the bubbly teen before him giving him a reason to feel pride.

“Gotta day, I like dad better, kiddo.” The pair fell into step, his arm going around her shoulder and hers around his waist to hug as they walked.

“Dad it is.”

“... Now let’s discuss things you can’t do at the private school I pay for. Number one, hacking into their systems.” Jack spoke up as the elevator doors closed, and she let out a laugh. “How did you even learn to do that? You’re fifteen, Athena.”

“Ah, yes, but my mother was a genius and my dad sets a morally grey example.” She grinned up at Jack, her dad, with bright eyes, her tone teasing and light.

As the elevator doors closed, and the pair shot up towards the eleventh floor, Jack knew that whatever came next, he would never let any harm come her way.

Ever.

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Take Me Home - The End

Square(s) Filled: Heaven for @spngenrebingo, Reunion for @spntfwbingo, Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory for @spnbromentbingo

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, mentions of death, Dean taking a drive down memory lane, panic attacks, fluff, flangst, fluff, like floofy floof.

Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of Chuck’s rage, Sam Winchester calls in additional hunters so they can keep fighting, until they can’t. Dean wakes up in a strange house but the resident isn’t a stranger. How will he cope with a reunion he never expected to have?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2835

Written for: @spnbromentbingo, @spngenrebingo, @spntfwbingo

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, thank you for being so many things, but most of all, my true north. And to @alleiradayne who commented “Fuck you lady.” Thank you for everything. I love when I can pull that kind of response from you. I love you both!

A/N: This is the second and final in a two part series. I hope you made it through The Beginning to see it through to The End. This is my prediction for the end, not all of it, but part of it. Thank you for sticking with me, if you’ve gotten this far. I will make you feel things, but I promise to kiss it and make it better. Loosely based on the Phil Collins song Take Me Home.

Take Me Home - The Beginning

Dean blinked, the sun shining bright through the curtains. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he stumbled out of bed to the bathroom. He didn’t remember any motel they ever stayed in being this nice. Sam must have gotten them a suite this time. He took care of business and brushed his teeth. Shuffling back into the bedroom, he stopped dead in his tracks at the framed photos on the nightstand. There was a picture of him and Sam and their parents at what looked like Sam’s graduation. And another of him and a woman...at their wedding? Panic set in, and he flew around the room. There were women’s clothes in the closet next to his. The other side of the bed had been slept in. He threw open the door and rushed down the hall. He wasn’t in any motel, or hotel for that matter. This was a home. And from the numerous photos on the walls, his home. One he shared with a woman he had married.

“Fuck! Where the hell is my phone?” Dean ranted as went back and searched the bedroom. He flew down the stairs. His jacket! He searched the pockets but came up empty. On a small table by the front door were a set of keys and a wallet. He opened the wallet and it was him alight. His full legal name, but the address was in Lawrence, Kansas.

“Babe? Everything okay?” A sweet, but concerned, somewhat familiar voice made its way to his ears. “Dean?”

Dean braced himself for the inevitable and followed the voice through the first floor of the house, taking deep breaths. He stopped. That was the last thing he remembered. He was thinking about Sam, then he was on his knees in front of his car, feeling like he couldn’t breathe. Garth was with him. Something about a panic attack. They’re on a hunt and something went wrong. He needs to find Sam.

“Baby, are you okay?” She asked again, this time her voice was closer. Oh god, she was right in front of him now. He stared long and hard at her. Her face softer, fuller than he remembered. But, she couldn’t have been more beautiful.

“Y/N?” He gasped and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her tightly to his chest. “Oh my god! I’ve missed you so much!”

“Dean! Stop it! You’re squishing us!” She laughed. A laugh he hadn’t heard in more than ten years.

“I’m sorry. It’s just-I, god you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he stammered, taking her in. She looked healthy, happy, very pregnant. “You’re pregnant.”

“Are you feeling okay? You’re starting to scare me, babe.” Her voice was filled with concern. Something he had heard a million times before.

“I’m-I’m okay. Just a really messed up dream,” he stuttered again. “You’re just so beautiful.”

“Thank you, but right now I feel like a whale. Your son won’t let me sleep so I’ve been up for hours. I didn’t want to wake you,” Y/N smiled at him, pressing up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

The kiss caught him off guard, but he recovered quickly, kissing her back with fervor. God, he missed her. She even smelled the same, and all the memories he had pushed down for a decade came rushing back to him. He pulled back, breathless, but didn’t let her go.

He wanted to spend the entire day loving her and relearning everything about her. “Y/N, do we have any plans today?”

“I’d love to say welcoming our son into the world, but I think he has other plans. So stubborn, you Winchester men!” she laughed. “Only your parents’ surprise fortieth anniversary party.”

“Forty years?” Dean marveled. He had glanced additional pictures on the walls of them. They looked happy. He needed to talk to his brother. “Have you seen my phone?”

“Yes, it’s right here on the counter where you left it to charge last night,” she handed it to him. “Oh, your brother called. He and Jess will be here by three. He had to work this morning, but promised they would be on time.”

“Jessica?” Dean asked, his voice barely a whisper. Sam always wanted to go to Stanford, it only made sense that he would still be with Jessica. He got the normal life he always wanted and, from the looks of it, Dean got his apple pie life, too.

“Now sit and eat breakfast. We’re starving!” Y/N set a plate and a cup of coffee on the table and Dean wondered how he got so lucky. Even if it was a monster-induced dream, it was much better than the last one. Where he and Sam were barely brothers, and their father was still dead.

Dean listened as he ate, Y/N listing off the things they needed to get for the nursery and the cake they needed to pick up. He looked up and smiled at her, agreeing with everything she said. She leaned in and kissed him. The minute her lips touched his, it started as a flash, like a camera flash, but it morphed into almost a video clip. He saw their first date, when he proposed, their wedding day, the day they moved into this house. He pulled back quickly. “Whoa!”

“I love that I can still get you going, even looking like an elephant!” Y/N giggled.

“You’re even more gorgeous than the day I met you,” Dean whispered, squeezing her hand tightly in his. Dream world or not, that was the truth.

~*~

“Damn, it’s good to see you, Sammy,” Dean mumbled, hugging his brother tight that afternoon.

“Dude, I just saw you last weekend,” Sam laughed, returning his brother’s embrace. “You okay?”

“I’ve been asking him that all day!” Y/N piped up.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Weird dreams last night is all,” Dean commented, brushing off their questions. “Jessica, come ‘ere.” He pulled her in for a hug as well, holding on a little tighter and longer than he should have.

“We really need to get going if we’re going to be on time and get the cake,” Jessica told them, tugging on Sam’s arm.

“Honey, there’s something I’ve got to do first. Can you ride with Sam and Jess, and I’ll meet you there?” Dean asked, kissing her sweetly on the lips.

“Yeah. You sure you’re okay?” Y/N whispered in his ear when he hugged her.

“Yeah, it’s a surprise. I’ll see you soon,” Dean promised. He grabbed his keys and was out the door before anyone else could protest.

~*~

Driving down the streets of Lawrence made him queasy, and Dean had a strong stomach. He felt the now familiar tightness start growing in his chest so he pulled over. Slow, easy breaths, he told himself. He closed his eyes and the flashes returned. Sammy learning how to ride a bike, losing his first tooth, graduating from high school, then college and marrying Jessica, the girl of his dreams. Dean snapped back to reality. He hadn’t seen Sam look that happy in ages, maybe even ever. He knew he had to get out of this dream and wake up. He knew he needed to take out the djinn.

But this life? The one the djinn created for him or he created in his own mind, it was damn near perfect. It wasn’t like the last time, or the first time. He hadn’t been able to find fault in this one. His parents were alive and still together, celebrating forty years of marriage. He and his brother were best friends, not strangers raised in the same house. He was married to the love of his life and they were expecting a child, a son. He had a steady job as a mechanic in a shop he owned with his dad. Winchester and Sons. And, someday, he’d be able to pass that on to his own son. If that’s what he wanted. Why would he want to leave? Here his brother is alive and Dean can protect him, like he failed to do in their real life. It’s an ordinary life. He worked when it was light and slept when it was night. He wasn’t looking to the horizon or wishing on a star. He had everything he wanted.

He looked up from his spot at the curb to find he was parked in front of the house where he and Sam were born. He knew from his research earlier in the day that his parents had moved, but the last time he had been in that house, for real, was almost a decade ago when there was a case involving a young family and their mother’s spirit. Dean was glad they didn’t live there in this world, because he vowed he’d never step back inside that house.

He checked the time and pulled away from the curb. He needed to be on time to the party, to see his parents.

~*~

“I’ve got my girl and my boys and that’s all I’ll ever need,” John Winchester addressed the guests at the party. “Thank you.”

Dean had never been so speechless in his life. But, he couldn’t think of a single thing to say when it was his turn to give a speech. He kept it vague, but that couldn’t stop the well of emotion inside of him. His voice broke and as soon as the toast was made, he darted out of the hall, letting out everything he had been holding inside for almost forty years.

“Babe?” Y/N shuffled her way toward him and he hastily wiped the tears from his face. “You’re not okay.”

“I will be. I promise. It’s just the dream, more like a nightmare, then all this. I’m just so happy for my folks, and I hope that that’ll be us someday. I’m already lucky, but if you keep me around that long, I’ll be the richest man in the universe.”

“You’re such a sap,” Y/N giggled, leaning into him, yawning.

“Want me to take you home?” He asked, one hand rubbing small circles on her swollen belly.

“Not yet,” she replied. “Let’s go back inside.”

Sam rushed out the door before they made it back inside. “I need to take Jessica home.”

“What’s wrong? Is she okay?” Y/N’s worry bubbled to the surface.

“Yeah, we’re great. We’re freaking awesome, but she’s a little green in the gills,” Sam smiled.

Y/N elbowed her husband in the ribs. “Ouch! What was that for?” He looked down at her with a shit eating grin on her face. “Oh! OH! Sammy, you sly dog! Come ‘ere! Congratulations!”

“Yeah, thanks. But she’s ready to kill me right now, so I gotta go,” Sam rushed toward the car.

“I’ll go with you. I’m tired anyway,” Y/N followed behind him as quickly as she could only a week from her due date. She turned to Dean. “Have fun. Call me when you want a ride. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he smiled. His smile couldn’t get any wider. He was going to be a dad and an uncle. Life was pretty damn good. He picked up his feet and walked back to the building when it hit him. This wasn’t like the previous flashes he’d had that day. This was painful, and it knocked the breath from his lungs as he landed on his knees on the patio. His father, dead in his hospital bed after making a deal with a demon. Bobby, dead from a bullet to the melon. His mother. Charlie, Ellen, Jo, Y/N, and Sam. All of them dead, their lifeless bodies flashing before his eyes. He knew it must be the end.

He collected himself enough to walk back into the party. Dean took a seat on the barstool. He didn’t know if his legs would hold him much longer. How could this life feel so real? And, why couldn’t he stay?

“What can I get for you?” The bartender asked.

Dean looked up into the bluest eyes he hadn’t seen in too long. “Cas?”

“Sorry, the name’s Jimmy. Just moved here from Illinois. You guys throw one hell of a party,” he chuckled. “Sorry, my people skills are rusty. What can I get you?”

Dean stared at Jimmy, at Cas’s vessel and shook his head, smiling. “Nah, I’m good.”

He graciously said goodbye to his parents and the other guests before stepping outside. He strode with purpose to his car, his beloved Impala. He opened the door and sat in the driver's seat like he had a million times before. He closed his eyes and prayed. “Cas. I’m ready. Take me home.”

~*~

“Y/N!” Dean bellowed from the bedroom, seeing she wasn’t in the bed with him. He ran down the hall and into the kitchen, seeing her bend over the sink. “Honey!”

“Hey, I was wondering how long you were going to sleep,” she chuckled, then grimaced.

“What’s wrong? Is it the baby?” Dean rushed to her side, but slipped on a puddle of water on the floor. “Shit! Why the hell is there water all over the floor?”

“Um, that’s not water. That’s my water. It broke about 10 minutes ago,” she laughed. “I’m sorry. That’s not funny, but you should see your face!”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Dean scolded her, pulling himself up off the floor.

“My contractions are still ten minutes apart, we have time,” Y/N replied.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean ran out of the room, back upstairs. He changed his clothes in record time, grabbed Y/N a change of clothes, and pounded on the door to the guest room before he threw it open. “We’re having a baby! Get up!”

With Y/N changed and comfortable in the front seat of the Impala, Dean threw the bags in the trunk before waving goodbye to his brother and Jessica. They would meet them at the hospital with their parents later.

~*~

“Welcome to the world, Henry Samuel Winchester. Meet your family,” Dean beamed with pride as he introduced his son to his parents, as well as Sam and Jess.

Visiting hours were almost over, and Y/N was exhausted. Dean walked John, Mary, Sam, and Jess out into the hall where they said goodbye and kissed Henry, promising to see him again the next day. Dean, walked back into the room, his son in his arms. Y/N was already asleep, and he took a moment to himself to sit back and just breathe. Since he had woken up that morning, the day had been a whirlwind, but he had never been happier. He didn’t know what breed of djinn conjured up this dream, but it was okay with him if it never ended. He didn’t mind this life. Not one little bit.

“Mr. Winchester?” A nurse was gently shaking him awake. “I’m going to take your son to the nursery so you and mom can get some rest, okay?”

Dean blinked groggily in the dimly lit room, Henry sound asleep in his arms. He looked up at the nurse with trepidation. “Amara? What are you doing here?” He pulled Henry further from her reach.

“Dean, I realized what Chuck was doing but I was too late to stop most of it. He’s gone, locked away and you’re safe,” she promised.

“Safe? I’m in a freaking dream!” He hissed. “A monster-induced dream!”

“Not anymore,” Amara mused, a smile on her lips. “While your life on earth ended, yours and Sam’s, I couldn’t just wake you from the dream and let you rest in Heaven wondering.”

“What are you talking about? I’m dead?” Dean gasped, tears welling up in his troubled eyes.

“I’ve tried to right the wrongs that my brother did you. You’ve been a prisoner all your life. You’ll be happy here, with your family. This,” Amara whispered, patting Henry on the back, “this is your home, Dean.”

“This is my heaven?” Dean muttered, shocked at her confession.

“It’s what you’ve always wanted. Your parents, Sam, your family. Y/N. I created this for you, because you’ve done so much for the world and never asked for anything in return. This is my gift to you, Dean Winchester. Rest well,” Amara murmured and in a wisp of smoke, she was gone.

“Honey, you okay?” Y/N yawned from her hospital bed.

Dean rose from the rocking chair and settled Henry in her arms, before kissing them both. “I’ve never been better. I’m home.”

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Edwin fic: New Year Wishes

Summary: Ed and Winry celebrating the New Year in a Rush Valley way and getting mentally ready for their first child

A/N: fashionably late again! This fic had some parts that didn’t want to go my way but I think I finally managed to get it into a readable form! The “Lantern Festival” was inspired by the similar events happening in Japan, mainly because the author of the fic (aka me) doesn’t really like the regular way of celebrating New Year. Also, thanks @criis55, one of your messages really inspired me to finish the final part of this fic! (Also, disclaimer, I have written preg!Win fics before so... if some things sound familiar to my more long time readers... I’m sorry)

Words: 1500+

Genre: floof, minor hurt/comfort (everyone is shook)

Warnings: Ed’s thoughts start flying a little bit too fast in one part but that’s all (some swearing too but that’s to be expected from Ed)

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”Winry, are you sure you want to go to the festival in that condition?”

Ed and Winry were preparing to leave for the annual lantern festival of Rush Valley, organized in honor of the starting year. However, Ed was concerned. Winry was already 8 months pregnant with their first child, and even though she didn’t want to admit it, Ed knew the pregnancy was being hard on her, both mentally and physically. She hated feeling useless, which she ultimately felt if she had to cut her work short because of back pains or other pregnancy related issues. In the evenings Ed tried to soothe her all the while rubbing her sore muscles. When Ed some nights claimed he was too tired to massage her, Winry reminded him it was technically his fault she was in that condition, so he had no other choice but to do what his wife said. But in his head Ed admitted that it was fair enough; she was carrying a miracle of life inside her, after all.

Not to Ed’s surprise, she didn’t appreciate his question: “Yes, Ed, I can still walk. Or would you rather carry the whale me in town?”

“Hey, remember what we talked about your size?” Ed frowned, crossing his arms. “You’re just fine that way! And I’d carry you if you really wanted me to.”

Winry was softened by Ed’s words. “Okay. Thanks.” She lowered her hand on his shoulder before adding: “You know, you’ve been so supportive the past few months… It’s been more helpful to me than you probably realize.”

“Isn’t that the whole point of ‘for better or for worse?’” Ed questioned. “I promised to be supportive to you in all the situations.”

“You’re right.” Winry nodded. “I really appreciate it, Ed. But honestly, you don’t have to worry about me. I can do this one walk just fine.”

“Okay. I believe you. But let me know if you want to come back home early or something.”

“Fine. I will,” Winry accepted and that was the end of that discussion.

…

15 minutes later the couple was ready to leave to the festival. Before going to see the lantern display, though, they stopped by a food stand for some Xingese food – Winry’s latest craving – and sat down to enjoy their meals.

“This is almost like what we ate during our honeymoon!” Winry exclaimed as she kept stuffing more rice and chicken into her mouth. “Brings back some memories.”

“Yeah, it does,” Ed smirked at the thought of their honeymoon. “Those were some good times…”

“Hey! We’re in public! Do you really want everyone to hear about the weird kinks you have?” Winry raised her eyebrows warningly.

Ed was about to say that he didn’t care but decided to play along instead: “Fine. Maybe not this time. Speaking of Xing, though, I wonder how Al is doing right now.”

“He’s probably watching the fireworks with Mei. Maybe they are planning their trip here already.” Winry could easily picture the two of them shyly sitting on a picnic blanket next to each other and reaching for the other one’s hand. Something she and Ed couldn’t do without having at least one bickering contest before that.

“I wonder when those two will finally get together… I mean, most of Al’s phone calls consist of things she has said or done…” Ed seemed to have followed her track of thoughts.

“Well, I’m sure it will still take Al less time than you,” Winry laughed. “You once accidentally told me that you had liked me since you were like 12, but you didn’t confess your feelings until you - sort of - proposed me 2 years ago.”

“Hey, I had other things in my mind back then,” Ed said defensively.

“Yeah, I know. I was just teasing,” Winry tried to calm Ed down. “I’m glad you did propose, though! Otherwise, we may not be in this situation now,” she rubbed her belly happily. Despite the inconveniences the pregnancy caused, she was still beyond excited for the new life they had created.

“Yeah… weird how things work out sometimes… 4 years ago I would have never imagined being here right now,” Ed noted, subtly putting his hand on Winry’s stomach for a moment.

“Are you… happy?” Winry asked carefully, putting her hand over his. “That this happened?”

“Beats having to fight the Homunculi for sure!” Ed exclaimed with a grin. Winry slapped him on the shoulder with a menu for ruining the moment.

“Don’t joke when I’m trying to make a serious question.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Ed said fast. “Of course I’m happy. And I’m not saying this just because you attacked me with that menu. I’m genuinely excited – and maybe a little scared – about this new page in our lives. I’m scared because… I didn’t have a proper dad figure in most of my life, so how do I know how to be a dad? But I’m excited because I know you’re gonna be an awesome mother and help me through it.”

Winry was both pleased and annoyed with his answer. “Hey, give yourself some credit. I know you won’t repeat your father’s mistakes. The most important thing you can do is to just be there for him. For us.”

“Yeah, you are right, I would never do what he did…,” Ed agreed, more convinced after hearing Winry’s words. “Thanks.”

“No problem! But we should probably go to check those lanterns now before it gets too crowded,” Winry noted, taking her tray from the table.

“Yeah, let’s do that!”

Soon the couple was at what was called the ‘wish spot’. There the visitors could write down some wishes or resolutions for the starting year on a piece of paper, and those would be attached to the lanterns with electric lights inside them down the lane.

“Do you know what you are gonna write?” Winry asked curiously when Ed took his piece of paper and moved to the closest empty spot. He considered her question for a moment.

“I feel like there’s not that much that I need right now…” Suddenly he looked down, his face turning unusually serious. “But I wish that everything goes well with the labor and both you and the baby get to be healthy…”

“Oh… are you worried about it? The labor, I mean?” Winry asked, surprised. Even though she had noticed that Ed had definitely been more attentive to her lately and hadn’t allowed her to do anything that could be considered risky, he had never brought his thoughts regarding the birth of the baby up.

“Well… can you blame me?” Ed pointed out a bit defensively. “You know what happened to my mum…”

“Oh, Ed… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize until now why feel so strongly about my health… But remember, the medical care these days is far better than it used to be when we were born, and I also have my granny to help me… It’s gonna be fine. As a future mother I have a strong gut feeling about it,” Winry said soothingly.

“How can you feel so confident about it? You’re the one who’s carrying the baby!” Ed asked, mildly shocked by Winry’s calm reaction.

“After… seeing certain things…” She was referring to her parents’ deaths and the bloody Ed that Al in armor carried to their house when Ed was only 11, and somehow he understood that even without the words. “… You kinda learn to live day by day. That it’s not worth it to dwell on something that could happen when you could keep going and enjoy the good things in life. Of course I’m sometimes nervous too, but I know that what happens is out of my control and we just have to trust that everything goes well. And I do trust. How could I not when my baby daddy has even punched the god in the face, or that’s at least what he claims.” Winry said the last sentence mostly to amuse Ed, but it worked. The worry disappeared from his face, making space for his signature grin. He wrapped his arm around her back and in a moment of whim (like he’d call it) he gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“You’re the best, did you know that? But what about your wish?” he remembered.

“My wish is that Al and Mei will arrive here soon so my husband sometimes leaves me alone in my workshop…” Winry answered jokingly. “For real, though, I too wish we’ll all get to be happy and healthy, but I may write down something else… After all, you’d probably be ready to kick the Truth’s ass again for us if needed, right?

“Hell yeah I would!” Ed exclaimed, bumping his fist in the air and causing Winry to laugh.

After that the couple focused on writing their wishes down (Winry blushing slightly at hers and refusing to show Ed), but when they left the wish spot to watch the lanterns from a calmer place, hands intertwining under the coats, both were feeling more confident, and very excited to see their firstborn.

#edwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #edxwin #fullmetal alchemist #my fics #pls let me know what you think!

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voyager-into-the-unknown · 4 years

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This is Part of a Plance fanfic series that I have been writing. Matt, Pidge, and Lance are going to play some Killbot Phantasm in this one.

Chapter 7: An Evening with the Holts

Lance and Pidge descended the staircase and returned to the dining room. Matt was there with the pizza, and Colleen had reheated the leftovers from lunch. After everyone settled down to eat dinner, there was a lengthy discussion of the Defenders project, most of it too technical for Lance to understand, but he still followed the gist of it. Pidge had taught him a great deal about science and technology over the years, so Lance wasn’t completely lost, and he was greatful for that fact.

There was also much reminiscing about their shared fondness for Shiro. Matt told stories of his involvement with the Rebellion, and Lance and Pidge told tales of the Paladins’ many adventures. Sam even had some interesting stories to tell about Pre-Kerebos space missions, and about life at the Garrison in Sam and Colleen’s younger days. Apparently when they were cadets, they knew of several different ways to sneak out of the Garrison Academy to have little mischievous escapades with their friends and not get caught.

“Oh, so that’s where Pidge gets it from,” said Matt, giving his sister a knowing look.

“Well, if you think of it, that’s how our adventures really got started,” Pidge replied. “I used to go out into the desert with the scanning equipment that I built in order to listen to top secret radio communication signals.”

“Which is illegal,” Sam added.

“Yeah, But Hunk and I caught her doing that one night.” Lance smirked.

“Oh, goodness! Did you turn her in?” Colleen asked.

“Of course not,” said Pidge. “Lance was always sneaking out of the dorms to go into town in search of pizza, girls, and astronauts, and not necessarily in that order. That’s probably what he was doing that night, am I right?”

Lance looked guiltily at her. “Well, yes, but I decided to follow you instead...”

Matt interrupted him, “And look where that led you.”

“We became Paladins of Voltron that night,” Pidge said.

“Oh. I was thinking more in terms of pizza, girls, and astronauts,” Matt said, and they laughed at his remark.

“Well, I am having pizza with these two lovely ladies and two genuine astronauts right now, so you can’t blame a man for living his dream,” Lance quipped. There was more laughter.

“That was the night of the U.F.O. crash. Shiro had returned to earth in a stolen Galra ship,” Pidge explained.

“Hunk wanted to go back inside before we got caught,” Lance added.

“But I wanted a closer look,” Pidge said.

“And I ran after her, of course. Hunk thought we were both insane, but he followed us anyway.”

“Hunk still thinks that both of you are insane,” Matt remarked. “But I’m glad he followed you. Someone had to keep you two out of trouble.”

“According to Shiro, that’s practically impossible,” Sam said with a chuckle.

Pidge smiled. “We actually met Shiro that night. Keith was trying to rescue him.”

“Hey, I was trying to rescue him too!” Lance said, unconvincingly. “Everything was going great until we all got on Keith’s hover bike and he drove us off the side of a cliff.”

Sam and Matt thought this was very funny.

“Who taught Keith how to drive that thing?” Matt asked.

“Shiro, of course!” Sam chortled.

Colleen looked horrified. “You all could have been killed!” She turned to her daughter. “Young lady, I should have grounded you even longer.”

After supper, Matt, Lance, and Pidge volunteered to clean up the dining room and feed Bae Bae while Sam was watching a favorite television program in the living room. Colleen went to check on the laundry. As they were finishing up, Pidge asked Matt if he wanted to play Killbot Phantasm with them.

“Neither of you has made it to level 36 yet, so you want my help, don’t you?” Matt asked, already knowing the answer.

“Maybe,” said Pidge.

When Pidge had finally convinced her brother to play the game with them, Lance grabbed the white bag from the sideboard and some cold drinks before following Pidge and Matt upstairs. He then helped Pidge set up the Mercury Gameflux II while Matt said in the chair by his sister’s desk.

“How many times have you two played that game?”

“Hundreds,” said Lance.

“You’ve had hundreds of video game dates with my sister? Alone in your room in your pajamas with my baby sister?”

“Matt—“ Pidge sounded annoyed.

“It was perfectly innocent,” Lance reassured him.

“Then why exactly do they call you Loverboy Lance? How many girls have you seduced in those Paladin Pajamas?” Matt asked.

“Matt, stop it!” Pidge was beginning to get really annoyed.

Just then, Colleen came upstairs with a basket of laundry.

“Matt, is this one of yours, sweetheart? Your father says it isn’t his.” She held up a light blue button-down dress shirt. Lance couldn’t hide his telltale blush.

“That’s Lance’s, Mom.” Pidge explained, a bit pink-cheeked. “There was a stain on it, so I put it in the wash for him.” Well, that wasn’t exactly a lie.

“Thanks, Mrs. Holt.” Lance said. He took off his sweater and began buttoning up his freshly-laundered shirt over his T-shirt. Colleen left, but not without raising her eyebrows and exchanging glances with Matt in such a way that said keep an eye on those two.

Matt looked at Katie’s bed. “Your covers are a bit wrinkled. What exactly were you two doing up here unchaperoned?”

“We had chaperones. Bae Bae and my trash nebula pets were with us.” The green and blue trash floofs trilled as if to affirm that statement.

“I was playing the guitar,” Lance said, pulling his sweater back on, “Pidge and I were singing a song that I’ve been working on.” Lance’s guitar was still leaning against one wall.

“Trying to serenade her, huh? Pretty slick. Loverboy is trying to put the moves on you, Katie.”

Pidge looked furious. “Matt, stop it! Lance wrote a song for me, and we were singing it together, and it was actually quite beautiful. Mom and Dad even came up here to listen and they loved it.”

“Okay, okay. Truce. I am sorry that you are so easy to tease.”

Pidge made a face at her brother, then turned to her boyfriend. “Lance, I hope you don’t have to deal with this sort of thing back home.”

“Well, I do have four older siblings instead of just one, so it’s actually much, much worse,” Lance confessed.

Matt cackled. “Well, that makes me look forward to meeting my future in-laws even more. When are you two getting married?”

Pidge glared at her brother. “I should have left you in space.”

“Yeah, But then you wouldn’t be getting these cheat codes. You are both up to level 34, right?”

Pidge sighed. “Yes.”

“Okay, well, you each get a turn to play against me. If I win, you have to answer a few very personal questions for me, and I will give you one of the codes as a reward.”

“Is this some kind of fiendish torture you learned as a Galra prisoner?” Pidge asked.

Lance moaned. “He’s worse than Veronica.”

Matt grimaced like the maniacal host of Garfle Warfle Snick. “Let the game begin!”

Pidge went first. There were some very intense moments in which she nearly beat her brother, and Lance cheered her on the entire time. In the end, however, Matt won. Pidge groaned.

Matt grimaced. “Okay, it is my understanding that you have owned those two fuzzy trash parasites since you were fifteen years old, but you have never revealed their names to anyone. My question is this: what are the secret names of your two trash nebula pets?”

Pidge covered her face. “No, Matt.” She was blushing.

“I’ve actually been wondering about that myself,” Lance admitted.

“Answer the question if you want those cheat codes.”

“Fine. The green one is named Pidgeon.”

“You named a trash parasite after yourself?” Lance couldn’t contain his laughter. “I’m beginning to like this game.”

“But what’s the blue one’s name?” Matt insisted.

“Let’s play another round.”

“Answer the question, Pidge. You want to get to level 36, don’t you?”

She sighed. “Okay, fine. His name is....” She would not make eye contact with either of them. “Lancelot.”

Lance and Matt erupted in a fit of laughter. Lance wiped away a tear, “Aw...that’s so sweet...I’ve never had a garbage poof named after me before.”

“Garbage poof?!” Matt laughed so hard that he nearly fell off of his chair.

“Hey! He’s a cute little garbage poof,” said Lance, giving the creature a little pat. It trilled happily.

“I hate you both.”

“And we both know that’s not true. Your turn, Loverboy.”

Matt made quick and easy work out of beating Lance, much to his embarrassment. But Lance dreaded what came next even more.

“Okay. Your question is this: what exactly are your intentions toward my little sister? Because if you are trying to seduce her and make her just another one of your conquests...”

“Matt, stop it! You have gone to far!”

“No, I’ll answer the question.” Lance said. “First of all, Even though I have flirted with a lot of girls, I don’t have any ‘conquests’ to speak of, and I have never thought of women in such a degrading way. Secondly, Pidge and I have been Paladins and best friends for three years, and I have the highest amount of love and respect for her.” Pidge smiled at him proudly. “Thirdly, both of us are in our first serious relationship, but we know that we are totally committed to each other and have even discussed our future together. A future that will hopefully include marriage and a children of our own, who I am sorry to say, won’t be named Pidgeon or Lancelot.” Pidge began to smirk. Matt was having a hard time keeping a straight face.

“I don’t think we’ll name any of them Kaltenecker either.” was Pidge’s deadpan addition.

“Aw, I thought Lance Kaltenecker McClain, Jr. would make a great name for our first child.”

“Sorry to disappoint you,” Pidge said before she finally collapsed in a fit of giggles.

Matt roared with laughter. He gave them all of the cheat codes after that.

Then Matt was finally silent, smiling to himself as they made it to level 36 to beat the final boss. They took on the challenge together, working together exactly as Paladins of Voltron should. As when operating the giant mecha’s right and left arm, the sword and shield of Voltron, they were unbeatable. When it was over, they high-fived each other.

“Team Plance does it again!” Lance kissed her.

Matt cheered. “We should celebrate.”

“I have already thought of that.” Lance said as he opened the white bag.

“Peanut butter cookies! I knew it!” Pidge exclaimed.

“Hunk’s special recipe.”

“I owe you both an apology,” Matt admitted. “I was just being an overprotective big brother, and I was really wrong about you, Lance.”

“No hard feelings. If I had a little sister as awesome as yours I would probably be overprotective as well.”

“A toast, then, to the garbage poofs! Or maybe to my sister and future-brother-in-law!” Matt proclaimed. “Here’s to Pidgeon and Lancelot!”

They clinked their bottles together, and then Pidge said, “We are definitely naming one of them after you.”

“One of your future kids?” Matt asked, flattered.

“No, the next garbage poof I decide to adopt.”

Lance nearly choked on his peanut butter cookie.

#plance #pidge #lance #matt holt #katie holt #colleen holt #sam holt #lance mcclain #voltron #vld #plance fic #plance fanfic

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neverending-space · 4 years

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Get Away (Draco x reader)

Part 2

Description: What happens when a certain blonde rich kid has to spend the summer with you and your muggle family? It can’t be that bad… right?

A/N: This chapter will probably not be as good as the first one, just a warning. But enjoy non the less🙂

Warnings: None

Part 1

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Day 40 of living with Draco Malfoy

We’ve become closer, I’m not inclined to call us friends, so to speak, but he doesn’t completely hate me which is a major improvement. It has been almost a week since The Lake Incident™️ and he seems to have forgotten it completely. (thank Merlin) To

“Hey (L/n)! What are you doing?” He shouted from across the room. You quickly shut your diary journal and looked up. “Your mum!” You yelled back, eaquily as loud. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. Looking closer at him, you noticed that there was something in his lap. You got up and jumped onto the spot on the couch next to him. He hastily tried to put it away, but it was too late. “Wha’cha got there Noodle?” You asked, faking sweetness. You started calling him ‘noodle’ after one night that your family had spaghetti/meatballs and he hadn’t known what spaghetti was. You got another annoyed grunt in response. “I’m a trust fund baby you can trust me.” You said, trying to grab the… sketchbook? “Wh-” “Hold on… that’s a sketchbook!! You draw!?” You squeal. “Mind your own business mu- (L/n).” He said harshly. You were glad that Draco stopped himself from using that word. “I can’t believe you draw! That’s so cool!! But don’t worry, I won’t pry, I know the feeling when someone tries to look at your art!” You found yourself surprised at the shocked expression on his face, but he recovered quickly. “Thank you.” If you hadn’t have been paying complete attention, you wouldn’t have heard him, but you did. You squeezed his leg and offered him a kind smile. “Of course.”

“These phones as muggles call them are confusing…” The both of you were sitting on your carpeted floor as Draco turned your iPhone around in his hands, feeling every little bump and scratch. “They’re really not, here, I’ll show you.” You leaned over so far that you lost your balance and toppled over onto his lap. You muffled a faint ‘sorry’ and turned over so you were laying your head in his lap instead of being piled ontop of it. “You are the clumsiest person ever (Y/n)!” He chuckled, handing you your phone. You froze realizing that he had just called you your first name. “Says the person who didn’t know what noodles were… Noodle.” You tried to shove him, but seeing as you were laying on him, it didn’t quite work out too well. “Will you ever drop that?” He asked, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, when you admit that you’re in love with Harry.” He stared at you in shock before quickly standing up, causing you to roll onto the ground rather unpleasantly. He scoffed. “How dare-” There was a knock at the door. Draco quickly put on a pleasant expression before opening it. It was your dad. “Hey guys, we’re leaving in ten minutes, get ready.” He said, looking at you laying in a heap on the ground. “Ready for what?” You asked, straightening out your spine and sitting up. “We’re going to the woods for a walk!” He replied, but closed the door before he could hear your grunts of complaint. “Great.” You said, standing up and throwing Draco his hoodie. “This’ll be fun.” He caught his hoodie and put it on without saying a word.

You didn’t want to deal with anyone in the car, so you put on some headphones and the Hamilton soundtrack. At the end of ‘Farmer Refuted’ Draco tapped your shoulder. Pausing it, you took out an earbud and turned to look at him. “What are you listening to?” He asked. Knowing that this might be the only time you could assimilate him into the Hamilton way(™️) you passed him an earbud as ‘You’ll Be Back’ started up. Carefully watching his expression, you were overjoyed at the small smile that was forming on his face. By the time you got there, Draco’s bad mood seemed to dissipate, for which you were thankful.

“I’m- dying-” You panted, sitting down on a big rock. You had finally reached your destination, a sort of cliff looking out on the city. Draco rolled his eyes and sat down next to you. “How much longer will it take you?” He asked, humor in his voice. You clutched your heart, bent over and started hollowly breathing. “T-ten more minutes… HELP I'M DYING EVERYONE!!!” You yelled, attracting the attention of another family. Draco laughed out loud at their faces. You joined him, much to the chagrin of the strangers. After the both of you had calmed down, you noticed the daughter of the random family was staring intently at Draco. Suddenly she started to make her way over. “Watch out. Muggle 10 o’clock.” You nudged Draco, he turned his head right as the girl reached the two of you. “Hi…” She said in a flirty tone. You were hoping Draco would do what he was best at: being an asshole. But you were, to your horror, extremely wrong. “Well hello…” He smoothly slid closer to her with a flirty smile adorned on his face. You roll your eyes in annoyance as he floofed his hair. ‘Quick, think of something to distract him! ...OH!’ You had an internal aha moment. “Hey Noodle, are you going to the Quidditch World Cup this year?” You asked, not believing you almost forgot about the World Cup!! “Of course I am! Father got us top box seats!” He said proudly turning to you. Distraction: Check. The girl scoffed and Draco turned to glare at her. “Did you really think I was interested in a muggle like you?” He spat at her. She gave him a look that was a mixture of hurt, confusion and annoyance. “That was a lil mean…” You poked his cheek. “Top box though! That’s incredible!! It’s in less than a month, that means you’ll be rid of me!” You clapped your hands together and his face lit up. “I forgot about that!” You were a bit disappointed that he was so happy about leaving. You gave him a sad smile.

This was it. Draco’s mum would be here any minute to come and pick him up. You would really miss him. “You excited to finally have me out of your hair?” You asked Draco who was playing Minecraft with you. You found out that if he was distracted, he’d be more honest and less rude. “Yeah, it’ll be nice to see my parents again. I can’t wait for the World Cup, Ireland is definitely going to win.” He said as you successfully killed some zombies. “I agree, but then again, Bulgaria has Krum…” You heard the doorbell ring. Both you and Draco froze in your spots. You slowly turned your heads to look at each other, you could tell that he was nervous. Slowly, you saved the game and turned it off. “Well… this is it Noodle! Here, I’ll give you a hand.” You picked up one of his bags and walked with him to the front door. Standing there talking to your mother was a beautiful woman with white streaks in her otherwise brown long hair. Her face lights up when she sees Draco. “Hello Mother.” You put Draco’s bag down as he went to hug his mother. “Are you ready to go?” She asked him, stroking his hair. He nodded and looked back at you with a smile. “I’ll see you at the World Cup, Noodle, you won’t get rid of me that easily!” You offered him a grin, and to your surprise, he pulled you into a hug which you reciprocated, enjoying every second.He pulled you closer and whispered into your ear. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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