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26- The end

Completed, 26 chapters, “So, you’re the babysitter, huh ?” Rodrick Heffley x black fem reader

Have you ever had that gut feeling that something bad was about to happen ? That gut feeling that twists in your stomach and keeps you on edge for days. Like when you're a kid, and you do something bad and hide it from your parents. Or maybe your life had been going too good for too long, and you were staring to get suspicious. Yea that feeling.

Rodrick had been having it a lot. He blamed it on butterflies from being around you and school lunch. But the truth was he knew exactly why he was feeling his way. Two five word phrases that had been heavy on his mind.

In all honesty, it was Greg's fault, as usual.

“I can't believe you're actually dating that.”

Greg says to you as he watches Rodrick. A grimace expression on his face as his brother stuffs his face with chips. Rodrick is quick to shut his brother up but doesn't exactly think about his response before saying it.

“Jokes on you, we're not even dating.” He said, overly confident.

You and Greg both give him a look, realizing what he said before he does.

“I mean, not yet.”

He back tracks, giving you a crooked smile. You narrow your eyes before rolling them and going back to helping Greg with his homework.

You dropped it after that, not wanting to dwell on something small. But it seemed after that everywhere Rodrick went it was boyfriend this and girlfriend that. Truth be told, Rodrick had thought about it a few times. Definitely more than a few.

He thought about it on dates, during dinner with both of your families when you'd hold his had under the table or step on each other's shoes. He thought about it every time you wore the Löded diper hoodie he gave you. Every time you hugged or kissed or essentially did anything, Rodrick's mind went into a frenzy.

It wasn't like the idea was scary, in fact it was quite the opposite. Rodrick wanted to be your boyfriend. To have you be his girlfriend. To introduce you to people as “y/n my girlfriend”. To take you to performances and point you out in the crowd. You wouldn't be just some pretty girl in pigtails. You'd be his pretty girlfriend with pigtails, wearing his hoodie and cheering him on.

It all sounded a bit self-centered when he said it out loud, so he didn't. Instead, he kept it too himself, waiting for the right moment.

“Are you okay?” You ask Rodrick, noticing his silence. 

Barely looking up from his feet, he gives you half a smile and a nod.

“Are you sure because you've been really quite like all day. I know you wanted to win me something bigger, but I promise you that it doesn't matter.” 

You spook sincerely. Referring to the prize, Rodrick had spent way too much time and money to get. 

“I know It just-” He hesitates.

“Just what.” 

“Nothing.” He tells you, giving your hand a slight squeeze. 

A small sigh leaves you at his response. You can tell there's wrong, I mean it's obvious.  Specially something about or between the two of you, but Rodrick was clearly to scared to tell you. So you don't press him for an answer. You know, he'll tell you sooner or later. 

Adjusting to the cold metal of the passenger car, you and Rodrick sit in silence as the large wheel turns. Slowly moving each car to the very top before giving them their moment there. 

Turing to you, Rodrick watches you in awe. A small smile creeps on his lips, watching the way your face illuminates with the carnival lights. His gaze roams over  you before setting on the small stuffed animal. You held it tightly against yourself, not wanting it to fall. 

Retuning his gaze to your face, your eyes meet.  Neither of you look away, entranced by the way Rodrick looked at you. The brown in his eyes, almost sparkling. 

There are no words exchanged, it's a silent agreement. All he wanted to do was make you happy, and he knows if he doesn't ask you now, he never will. The large wheel begins to turn again, bringing you too to the top. 

“Can I- Will you, uh.”  Rodrick struggles before you cut him off. 

“Rodrick. I've been thinking a lot about us and.” 

*Us.* 

“I think it's time to-”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He blurts out.

His hand flies to his mouth, eyes wide, shocked by his own actions. Your mouth hangs open, taken back by his words. 

“You don't have to say yes, but I'd really like if you did. No pressure though” He says giving you a nervous smile. 

“Of course, I'll be your girlfriend.” You exclaim with a smile. “Why wouldn't I.”  You grin ear to ear. 

Before he can come up with some ridiculous reason, you pull him into a kiss. Butterflies erupting in his stomach as he felt your soft skin on his, knowing now that he was kissing his girlfriend.

Pulling away, a smile is printed on both of your faces. Even with all of his plans falling through and this being nothing like he wanted it to be. You still find a way it make it perfect. 

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Whatever It Takes

Now safely headed home and rescued the hostages, Soap discovers something from the four corners of the infirmary. It's basically a chapter that happened inside the infirmary. Yeah.

Previous Chapter : Alex - Dé jàvu

Chapter 5 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

"Reunited"

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 Base - Infirmary

Soap grunted at the initial moment he felt consciousness. The faint tune of the radio started to fill his ears followed by soft hushes from within the room.

If I lay here… If I just lay here…

Sharp pain struck his abdomen as he tried to get up, making him wince ang grunt loud enough that the two ladies beside him noticed. He shot a pained glare at them and breathed heavily.

"Look who finally decided to get up." The pale brunette greeted him with a soft smile. This was Samantha, the Daughter of America's Head of Defense, she really looked different from her photos from the briefing and Soap thought maybe it's the continuous days of being unconscious draining her out.

"Hm." Soap muttered as he laid back on his bed. He wasn't strong enough to fully get up yet and it frustrated him that he let out a heavy sigh. He rolled his eyes to France who was giggled beside him. Guess she found his misery satisfying.

"What's funny?" he finally gave in and asked.

"Oh nothing. It's just no matter how fast we ran the bullets will always be faster, huh?" she joked, but there was a hint of grief on her tone, something Soap knew and realized just then. It was unfair, it was the harsh reality. They were both considered fit for those conditions but they were the ones who sustained most injuries.

"Heh." Soap chuckled and leaned to face Maxine. She had a few stitches on her forehead an bandages wrapped most of her arm. Her smile was warm and welcoming, but Soap knew what's hidden underneath. Samantha wore the same smile but hers was just happy to be away from her captors.

"So I assume your British, like the rest of the people here?" Samantha asked Soap.

"What made you ask that?" He replied, curious as to her assumptions.

"You sound different than the doctors and nurses around here. I was just curious." She replied almost intimidated.

"Don't mind him, Samantha. He's just grumpy he got injured because he thinks he's so good at everything." France mocked and they both giggled.

"So you two got something going on? I may have lost my memory but not my senses." She winked. France fell silent and Soap immediately replied.

"It's Scottish, Maam and no. We do not have something. If anything it's rivals. She wants to be better than me."

"Oh. I knew that accent stands out among the others!" she mused. Soap turned his attention to the glass window as Alex and General Shepherd passed by discussing something. Samantha caught up with his behavior and looked as well.

"Shit!" She cursed, loud enough to get the two's attention.

"What's wrong?" France asked, holding her arm.

"That guy… his face… looked familiar." she whispered, her hands covered her hands almost scared. 

"Oh him? General Shepherd. Basically our boss. Why, you met him?" France replied calmly.

"No.. those arm tattooes. I swear I saw those before… they're very familiar." she spoke softly. Soap and France turned to each other and nodded, agreeing not to force her too much on remembering things.

"Arm tattoes are the new thing now. I could get one myself anytime you know." Soap informed, trying to divert attention.

"Really? It won't look good on you. You got noodle arms." France retorted, mocking the Scotsman. This seemed to work as Samantha turned to them and laughed.

"You two are the worst liars." she giggled. Soap didn't mind this but he was glad that Samantha was okay.

Time passed by and Soap continued conversing to the two ladies, sharing thoughts and ideas on each other. For someone who's memory had been played with, Samantha recalls quite well. Her descriptions were very detailed up to the last dot. Soap wondered why this was the case and decided to consult Alex when he had the chance.

When it comes to talking, the girls really took their time, they were discussing a lot of things and Soap wasn't able to catch up with them.

"So, Why France? Is it because of the city?" Samantha asked. Soap gulped as he knew it would be asked to him next.

"It's actually short for Francine." She smiled, Soap just stared at her. 

"What about you, tough guy?" Samantha asked as MacTavish snapped back to reality.

"Got beef with someone back at the parachute regiment. Threw a bar of soap straight into his eye." he muttered, almost embarrassed.

"Quite the marksman…" France mused jokingly.

"Oh, bug off. Bet you can't do it square in the eye at a far distance." he boasted, finally getting up.

"I could try. Why don't you stand there so we can test it out." she retorted and Soap just rolled his eyes at her, convincing himself that arguing with her is a waste of time.

The doors slowly opened and a short blonde girl on a wheelchair was being pushed by a nurse. Everyone turned their heads towards the door and Soap noticed France's soft sobs.

"Maxine… I finally found you." she cried. Maxine just sat still, her eyes were open but it felt like she was looking at the vast nothingness.

"She's still recovering her memory lapses. She could hear you and see you but while her brain is still repairing itself, you couldn't expect any response from her." The nurse added and set her on the bed beside Samantha's.

"Sleep restores most minor brain damages we have. So I advise you to do it as well." the nurse patted Samantha and she nodded as the nurse made it's way out.

"How do you know her?" Soap asked, breaking the silence that occured since Maxine entered.

"She's my roommate." Samantha replied in unison to France's "She's my sister."

The girls turned to each other and started crying. Soap just sat there in awe, knowing nothing about calming the situation down.

"I'm sorry I dragged her into this." Samantha sniffled, wanting to hug France.

"You don't have to… It's not your fault." France replied.

~

The rest of the squad arrived when they were permitted to visit the infirmary, except for Price, who was busy about another upcoming move from Nero. In a small room, on a huge circle like formation. Alex was by the door, crossing his arms and staring momentarily at Samantha and turning back to the squad when she turns to him. Soap was aware they had a past mission together but something happened that made him act that way, another reason why he wanted to talk to him.

Ghost and Roach sat by the sofa, finally addressing his raccon story to the group.

"And so there I was by the dumpster. Spreading my arms establishing dominance toward him." Gary narrated, spreading his arms like that of his story.

"It's all over now Rocky Raccoon. I have you cornered. Now give me back my watch! I yelled and you know what happens next? The raccoon actually dropped my watch and scurried back to the forest! Isn't that amazing!" Gary continued adding sound effects and ambiance in the story. He was always the jolly one in the group. He turned to the girls who were laughing along Roach's story while Ghost and Alex forced themselves not to chuckle.

"What's the value of that watch?" Samantha asked.

"Oh about a few hundred British pounds." 

"No no. The sentimental value. The memories it holds. Why is it important to you?" She corrected. Soap caught Alex staring at her intently, his fists were gripping some sort of pendant.

"My mother gave it to me when I left home and joined the force. She said time is golden and I have to enjoy every second of it." he replied showing his watch to the group.

"Aww.. Roach.." France sniffed and Soap rolled his eyes. It wasn't that sad. He thought.

"Well, your Mum's right." Ghost patted Roach's back and he smiled.

The PA Systems rang again and alerted their little group. It announced about another briefing with the exception of those injured and Alex. Ghost and Roach bid their goodbyes at the remaining people, and they waved back except for Maxine who was still asleep.

As soon as the door closed the atmosphere began to shift as Alex slowly walks toward Samantha. Soap and France quietly trailed their eyes at the event and observed intently.

"You!" Samantha finally yelled and slapped Alex as soon as he was reachable.

"Ow! What gives!" he hissed in pain, rubbing his red cheeks.

"You were that creep I met by my apartment! What are you doing here!" she grabbed a pillow and gestured to hit the man. France tried to calm her.

"That's Alex. One of our allies." She whispered softly.

"Alex? Hmmm. Yeah. He looked like that creep who chased me to the supermarket. But that creep had longer hair and complete legs." she noted, calming herself down and lowering his weapon.

"That was actually me. Samantha." he muttered. Soap and France sat quietly as the drama began to unfold.

"You dropped this. That's why I chased you to give it back." Alex handed her a golden pendant. Samantha quickly recognized the thing and held it tight. 

"Daddy's gift." she sighed.

"You dropped it when you were walking home." Alex added and looked down on the floor.

"Thanks, Alex. I'm sorry if I slapped you." She smiled at him and Alex stared back. It was quite long and France whispered to Soap that "things are heating up'. Do these two have some history or something? Like Romantically? Cause, I can sense it." 

Soap shrugged her idea and looked back at Alex who was now leaving.

"It's okay, Maam. Afterall, I'm just nothing but a complete stranger to you." he smiled and closed the door shut, leaving the four of them in silence.

Next Chapter : A Walk to Remember

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A LETTER I NEVER SENT, BUT ONE YOU NEED TO SEE

My Queen, Historia,  It's been a while since I've gotten your letter. As always, I appreciate the back and forth responses. However, I know I will never send this one. Only because it would burden us, and that is worse than you not getting the full truth.  There's no easy way to explain this. It's one of the many reasons I'm not sending this note. Tonight, Sasha died. It was awful. After I hugged her and Jean and said that they mean the most to me. After I said I was glad we all made it. I believe I jinxed her. And now she's gone forever. I jinxed her, so it's my fault. Actually it's Eren's fault, as always. Now, we're carefully watching the very girl who did it. I want to be angry at her—Gabi, I believe her name is—but I'm just tired of all the fighting. I find other things to be angry at, so it's okay. She's just a scared little kid. I can't be angry at her. But I want to. She took my twin away. But she's so much younger than I was when I entered the Survey Corps.  I wanted to be a solider my mother could be proud of. But instead, my mother is a titan, the rest of my family is dead, and so now is Sasha. She was the only person who could always find a reason to smile. I wanted to continue her legacy, but there's nothing really to smile at anymore.  I want to believe that protecting Gabi will wash away some of the blood on my hands. It's one of the many things keeping me going.  Another is you.  I haven't seen you in so long. I know why that is best, but I miss you. It's unfair how much sacrifices have to be made. I'm so tired, Historia. I can't even relax in sleep. I keep seeing Sasha, or Ymir, and I'm haunted by all the blood. There's not enough showers in the world to clean the scent of metal from my hands. I can't even cry about it anymore. I spend most nights tossing and turning, thinking about the everything going on. I'm so busy, but I'm doing nothing at all. That's how it feels.  Yesterday, Gabi tried cracking a joke to the boy we took with her friend—Falco—and I called her Sasha. I'm mortified, I can't even look at her and her friend without seeing Sasha and I. Jean thinks I'm crazy for thinking so, but I swear they're carbon copies of us. I think I heard Jean almost called Falco by my name, so now he's angrily denying everything now. Historia. . . I truly do miss you. You'll never see this, so I can say whatever I want to you. I need you to return safely. I did. So I need you to return to me, even if we can't publicly end up as anything. It will all be worth it to hug you once more. Even to see you in passing. I wish I could see you now. Even if you were being held by someone else. Maybe then I will stop thinking of what it'd be like to kiss you. It's all I could think about today when I dozed off for an hour.  I'm sorry for thinking about you like that—I don't know when I started. I wish I could turn it off and think of anything else, but, truth be told, it's the only thing that makes me happy anymore. Even if it'll never happen, it keeps me going.  We all need something like that.  Please return home safe. I need to be able to finally tell you "I love you" with my full chest, instead of hiding behind these letters. I'm so fucking worried about you. Not hearing from you is damn near driving me crazy. When I started these letters, I never thought I'd get attached. I thought I'd just be just updating you on whatever plans people haven't told you about. But now, I miss you, and your letters. Your letters were the only way I could know you were alive. Now, I just have to "hope" you didn't up and die on me. I'm getting tired of holding onto hope by myself. I love you, Historia. Please come back to me in one piece.  With love,  Officer Connie Springer