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dreamypqulson · 2 years ago

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— the first christmas pt.4

requested by anon: would you be okay with writing a fic with April again? Maybe a Christmas fix where they all celebrate together and it's the first time she celebrates with them, maybe even the first she actually celebrates. Some cute family moments and some drama. Madison and April being best friends

pairing: cordelia goode x misty day x april oc

word count: 3300

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4

"We have to write your letter to Santa, baby!" Cordelia said as she got out a piece of paper along with a red and green marker for the girl to write with. She placed it onto the small breakfast table in the kitchen.

Although living in a swamp was difficult during the christmas season with Misty having little to no money, it never stopped the christmas spirit. Misty always found a way to be April's santa and gift her what she could.

"Mommy, why can't I meet Santa?" April asked, being lifted up and placed onto Cordelia's lap. The girl was still too short to see the top of the table.

"Good question, sweet love. I heard Santa's visiting the mall this year. I was thinking we could visit him while he's down here."

Misty walked into the kitchen, only for her to be bombarded with happy toddler yells. Her eyes widened and she took a step back. "Mama! I'm gonna meet Santa, Mama!" The young girl cheered, immediately known of her mothers presence in the room.

Madison walked in from the living room with her arms crossed, annoyed that her peace was interrupted. They had grown close overtime but it still never failed to irritate Madison when she got a little too loud. "Yeah well tell Santa to make Zoe finally let me top her."

"Madison!" Zoe said, walking into the room after hearing her girlfriend already begin to stir up trouble. "I'd appreciate it if you don't share all of our personal details with the entire world. Especially in front of a three year old!"

"Please, like they don't hear us all night. And she doesn't even know what i'm talking about anyways." Madison took a seat at the table across from the mother and daughter.

"Anyways...that's so awesome, bug. It's ya first time meeting Santa!" Misty redirected the conversation to a more child-appropriate approach. She walked over to her two loves, kissing her little one on the head and older one on the lips before sitting beside them "What're ya gonna ask for this year?"

April shrugged her shoulder, nearly blowing the topic off. "I want cuddles from mommies."

"Well i'm sure he can bring you a bunch of that," Cordelia said, squeezing the girl ever so lightly tighter. But she felt saddened that April had never been able to experience a big christmas with presents galore. "But what about some toys too?"

The girl pondered for a moment before finally getting an idea, "More dolls!"

"More dolls? Perfect!"

It was december 23rd, April skipped down the long hall of the mall, holding both of her mothers hands. Cordelia cringed as she watched April's freshly curled blonde hair tied with a red bow become tussled at her movements. She had yet to take her pictures with the mall Santa and she was already beginning to get messy. Her red christmas dress, however, stayed in tact, completed with her white tights and tiny black shoes. April had never been so nicely dressed up before Cordelia had became her second mother.

The mall was already decorated with garland, bells, and bows galore. Last Christmas played softly out of the speakers. As they approached the center of the mall, they began hearing kids laughing, yelling, and pictures being snapped.

They patiently waited in line with a bright smile painted on Aprils face. She was brave, she was excited, but as soon as Cordelia began walking her towards the fake Santa, her smiled was replaced with a frown and terrified cry.

"Mommy!" The girl screeched and clung onto the supremes leg. "Mommy! Mommy," she chanted when she didn't get an immediate reaction. The mall santa still sat there with a smile as he was used to the reaction.

"April, it's okay, sweetie." Cordelia certainly was not expecting April to be so afraid. She was a brave kid and had been looking forward to this. However, she was still a child, a baby, and crying over Santa was nearly inevitable.

Misty walked over to her little family and kneeled down to April's level. "Bug, it's just Santa. Ya okay, I promise." She pushed a small blonde curl out of her daughters face and smiled. The girl rubbed her wet eyes with her fists and huffed as her cries died down.

"You don't have to if you don't want, little love," Cordelia reassured. The two women had an oath to never push April to do anything she was uncomfortable with. They didn't want the awful cycle to repeat from their own childhoods.

"Want to. Want mommies," April grabbed both of her mothers hands. They smiled at her. They weren't planning on being in the picture, but they wouldn't deny their girl of her sweet memories.

With a brave face, April tugged her mothers up to the mall Santa. He picked her up and sat her on his lap. Misty, still being unsure of anyone besides the women in the academy to hold her daughter, wanted to scoop her away. But she didn't; April was fine now and Misty and Cordelia were both by her sides, anyways.

The picture was snapped and after a conversation with him over what she wants for christmas, they were already making their way out of the mall. "You did it, love bug. You're so brave!" Cordelia lifted the small girl into her arms and kissed her cheek, causing April to giggle and scrunch her nose.

"That's my girl. So brave," Misty added, adding her own kiss to her daughters other cheek -and then to Cordelia's lips just because.

"What do you say, we go home and have some hot coco?" Aprils smile grew bigger and she clapped her tiny hands at the idea. She had a sweet tooth just like Misty.

"Yes please mommy! Hot coco!"

"Be super careful, dove. Ya don't wanna hurt ya fingers," Misty said, who watched her daughter carefully cut dough into little gingerbreads with the children's cookie cutter. She sat on Madison's lap, and although she trusted the movie star after having her practically babysit April, she was still weary.

"know, mama."

Cordelia walked over to the table where her family sat, she placed frosting and sprinkles on the table, well aware that April would be lathered in it by the time she was finished. She kissed Misty's forehead as she sat beside her, smiling at April who looked extremely concentrated, sucking on her lower lip.

Once she was finished cutting her cookie, Madison helped her open up the frosting. "Do you know what a gingerbread man looks like?" Madison asked, April shook her head. "Okay, so you want to add a face, put some buttons and a bow on for a shirt. You can even add fun lines at his arms and legs too."

"Putting big smile," April said, looking back at Madison with her own big grin. "Make it pretty like you?"

Madison wasn't an emotional person, but she sure did have to bit her lip to hold back a waterfall of tears. She had never really been called pretty, only more obscene words that didn't make her feel too beautiful. "Thank you," was all she said, simply, and the two mothers could hear, by Madison's voice, that it had really impacted her.

April continued on with her creation, trying her hardest to squeeze the frosting out of the bag. She beamed when it started to come together. As best as a toddler could, it looked somewhat like a gingerbread man.

Zoe walked into the room and took a seat beside Madison, taking an extra gingerbread cookie and eating it. April looked over at her other aunt, as she decided a couple months ago that all of the main witches would now be her aunts, "Auntie Zo, look, look!" The little girl moved back and rested on Madison's chest to show Zoe what she had been working on.

"Wow, Rilly! That looks so good! Did Auntie Madi teach you that? She's really good at making gingerbreads!" Zoe, taking on her own nickname for April, said. Madison slightly glared at her. She wasn't mad, but she still had to continue on with her usual temper. Otherwise, people would start to notice that Madison was becoming soft -they already did.

An excited "yeah" sounded from April. She went back to decorating her cookies that she would be leaving for Santa later tonight.

Once she had completed three of them, she stuck her hand inside the jar of frosting and began to lick off a majority of it. Cordelia, who had been caught up in a conversation with Zoe from across the table was the first to notice the huge absence of frosting.

"April!" Cordelia said, not too loud too scare her, but certainly concerned. She walked around the table to her daughter, gently pushed the contained of frosting away. Cordelia and Misty were fine with April having sweets and having her fun; they weren't going to be strict about food as they didn't want her to have problems with it in the future, but a nearly a whole tub of frosting certainly wouldn't be good. "Baby, no more, you don't wanna get a tummy ache."

April's lower lip began to tremble and her eyes became glassy with a puddle of tears. "April, don't ya get all sad, love bug. We just don't want ya to be sick," Misty said, gently, but April did not like that one bit.

"No!" She screeched, and the four women in the room cringed at the loud voice. Cordelia picked the little girl up from Madison's lap and placed her on her hip.

"It's okay, little love. You can have a bunch of christmas candy in the morning, but right now we have to be careful; it's a lot for your little tummy this late at night." With this, April's tears finally poured down, she kicked her legs around in an attempt to get out of Cordelia's arms.

"April Goode-Day," Misty said, stern yet without malice. It was hard to truly get upset with April. She stood up and walked over to her two girls.

"She's just sleepy," Cordelia whispered, "She's getting cranky." Because, typically, April was good about not throwing tantrums over little things. She was a happy, good-spirited child.

"Want frosting!" She said, louder this time. Cordelia realized that if her or Misty said anything more, it would only make it worse. She began to gently bounce and quietly shush her.

"Shhh, it's okay," At this, April rested her head against Cordelia's chest, too sleepy to keep going. Her cries, slowly but surely, began to die down until it was nothing except for heavy breaths. "there we are, that's my girl."

Misty wiped away the tears from her daughters pink-tinted cheeks. She smiled, "How about we watch a christmas movie, hm?" Misty asked April, knowing full well that April would fall asleep in the first five minutes at this rate.

The little girl simply nodded, the tiniest smile appearing on her face. They were lucky that she was so sleepy tonight; made it easier for them to play Santa without her waking up.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mama!" April, who had been sleeping in her mothers bed per usual, jumped on top of the two women as soon as sunlight began to shine through the curtains. "Mommies wakey!"

Cordelia was the first to wake at her daughters commotion, being a light sleeper. She groaned and rubbed her eyes, looking at the clock until her eyes finally adjusted to the young girl atop of her. "What are you doing up so early, little love?"

"Presents mommy! Santa came!" April attempted to tug the woman, who was much stronger and weighed more than her, up and out of the bed. She grunted and sat back down in her spot between her mothers when she failed to do so. "Mommy please! Wake mama up!"

"Let's let mama sleep, pretty. Okay? The presents aren't going anywhere." Cordelia grabbed April by her waisted and gently pulled her to lay down. She snuggled impossibly closer to her girl. The supreme kissed the top of Aprils head and hoped she would relinquish. "How about you get some more sleep too, hm? Then you can open all of your presents."

"No mommy. Not tired," the girl wiggled out of the embrace and sat back on her feet. For the first time, not wanting to be cuddled by one of her favorite people.

Cordelia sigh and sat up, looking over at her love who peacefully slept. She certainly was a heavy sleeper. "How about we make some strawberry pancakes and then maybe mama will be awake by then?" Cordelia offered.

The girl contemplated for a few beats, and then vigorously nodded. Cordelia wrapped herself in a robe and then rested April on her hip. "Merry Christmas, my sweet girl." Cordelia kissed the little blondes cheek, eliciting giggles from her.

"Merry Christmas, mommy," she rested her head against her mothers chest. Cordelia smiled at her.

"What's cookin' in here?" Misty, clad in her shorts and t-shirt pajamas despite the brittle december weather, walked in the kitchen only a half and hour later. She walked over to Cordelia by the stove, and April beside her sitting on the counter. "Good morning, Darlin."

Misty kissed her wife's lips and then her daughters forehead. "And good morning to you too, love bug," she addressed her daughter.

"Mama! Santa came!" April, excited once again, kicked her little legs back and forth. Misty was so tired that she hardly remembered what day it was.

"He did? What do ya think he got ya?"

The girl pondered for a moment before answering, "me and mommy saw present that looks like another doll!"

"Oh boy, another one?" April nodded energetically.

"Had to make some strawberry pancakes for this silly one because she was up at six to open them."

Misty snickered and looked back at her daughter who sat there with a mischievous grin. She grabbed her and spun her around a few times, eliciting a ton of laughs and screeches. "Little stinker. Tryna get a head start?"

"Mama, you were sleepin' too much."

They both laughed at her and began to eat their breakfast before an eventful morning.

"Alright, bug, you can open them now," Cordelia said, who sat on the couch, cuddled under a blanket with Misty. The rest of the girls, Madison and Zoe along with Coco, Queenie, and Mallory spread out on the other couches and chairs. April sat beside the tree, making sure she was in hands reach of all of her presents.

Like a wild animal, April began ripping the festive holiday wrapping paper off the first gift. Beneath the wrapping paper, a small box containing a doll of Aprils favorite Disney princess -elsa- was revealed. The young girl gasped and then squealed.

"What is it, baby? Let us see!" Misty asked, as if her and Cordelia hadn't been the ones to wrap it.

"Elsa, Mama!" April held it up for everyone to see before quickly putting it back on her lap. She then stood up and walked over to her mothers. "Open, open please."

"How bout ya unwrap all of ya other gifts and then we'll open them all up?" April nodded because, either way, she was going to get a bunch of gifts. And if it didn't work that way, she would be too distracted by her new toy to open any of the other ones up.

"Here baby girl, this one's from me, come sit," Cordelia said, passing her a small gift that was beside her on the couch and then patting her lap. April climbed onto her and started to tear the paper. It was specially wrapped, different from the ones from 'Santa'; red paper with a gold bow.

Misty looked at her, puzzled. Her and Cordelia both got April a separate gift from all the Santa ones. She wasn't informed that Cordelia got her a separate one as well. It made her feel an a sense of warmth in her heart, that someone really cared enough for her and her daughter.

A small pink box was revealed, Cordelia helped April open it. "It's a promise necklace, baby. I know your fingers are too small for rings." The young girl took the silver jewelry out of the box, looking at her first ever piece of jewelry curiously.

Cordelia assisted April putting it on. It hung slightly big on her, but she would quickly grow into it. "This is so you know that i'm always with you, okay? I know I haven't been your mommy for your whole life, but now i'm never going to leave. I love you, my sweet girl. I'm so lucky and grateful to be your mommy, forever and always."

Misty was nearly in tears herself. She really had found the one and she knew it right then and there.

"Thank you mommy, love you. S' so pretty," The little girl wrapped her arms around Cordelia's neck for a hug, Cordelia reciprocated it and kissed the top of her curly blonde hair.

"I'm so glad you like it, angel."

When Cordelia pulled back and April ran back off to the tree for even more presents, she looked over at her love beside her. "Cordelia," Misty said, and her voice trembled with emotion, "you didn't have to do that."

"I know but I wanted to. I want April to know how much I love her and that i'll always be here for her."

"She knows. I promise she does. She's loves ya. We love ya." Cordelia softly smiled and her own eyes became glassy. She leaned forward to capture Misty's lips in a simply but passionate kiss.

"I have something for you also," Cordelia finally said. She pulled out a second tiny box, except, she didn't hand it to Misty. It was also unwrapped. Just a simple black box. She stood up, right in front of Misty, and then got on one knee.

The room gasped from the older girls. April looked over after hearing the slight commotion, confused. "Misty Day, I love you with everything in me. I will never stop loving you. You've brought me this beautiful girl when I thought all hope was lost of having kids. And you both showed me how to love again. I want to spend the rest of my life with you two. So...will you do the honor of marrying me?"

"Delia..." Misty and Cordelia were both drowning in their tears. Nobody, besides Cordelia, expected their first Christmas together to goes this way. It had turned out better than they all could've imagined. "Of course i'll marry you!"

Cordelia, with a big smile, slid the ring onto Misty's finger. Misty had jokingly proposed to Cordelia once before, before they even started dating. But this was real, this was official.

Misty finally pulled Cordelia into a deep kiss

and then hugged her and wouldn't let go. April spotted this and immediately ran over on tiny legs. "Mama, what's goin' on? I wants hugs too!" April lightly tugged on Misty's bottoms to get her attention.

The cajun witch bent down and picked her daughter up, resting her on her hip. She smiled big and bright. "Me and mommy are gonna get married, darlin!"

April looked over at Cordelia with suspicion, squinting her eyes, then back at Misty. "Mommy your...wife?"

"Ya, baby! Good job. How do ya feel about that?" As if Aprils actions spoke louder than words, because they did, she climbed from Misty's arms, into Cordelia's.

"Love it. I love mommy," she said, bringing on even more water works from the already emotional wrecks.

"And mommy loves you too, sunshine. Forever and always."

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bi-bard · 3 years ago

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Chick Flick Moments - Sam Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Chick Flick Moments

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Requested: by an anonymous reader

Word Count: 2,363 words

Warning(s): violence, cussing, Sam embarrassing himself, spoilers for any movie/show listed in the author's note

Summary: (Season 11) Gabriel takes a break from hiding to teach (Y/n) and Sam to forgive each other.

Author's Note: I had so much fun putting this request together! Also, if I remember correctly, this reader wanted to remain anonymous.

Here are links to all the scenes that inspired parts of this imagine:

1 (Princess Bride), 2 (8x12 Criminal Minds; can't find just the scene to link), 3 (Moulin Rouge), 4 (The Notebook), 5 (The 10 Things I Hate About You), 6 (Gilmore Girls), 7 (La La Land)

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I rolled my eyes as I walked through the bunker.

Sam was still ranting about the most recent hunt. I was just tired of listening to it. Dean had long since given up trying to control his brother, who had shown no sign of listening to anyone.

"You can't just throw yourself into every single enemy," Sam yelled. "Fun fact, you're not Superman!"

"Oh my god," I finally, turning around. I had been halfway through the library at this point. Dean continued through the bunker, ignoring us. "I ran up to one extra vamp because you were about to get your throat ripped out! Yes, I put myself in danger but it was to save you!"

"Why are you so desperate to be a hero," he asked.

"Why are you so pissy that I saved you," I shouted back.

I let out a yell before turning and leaving.

"Where are you going?"

"To bed," I shouted from down the hall. "Maybe you'll be nicer in the morning! You're welcome for saving your ass!"

I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut. I changed quickly, throwing my old clothes into the corner before curling up on my bed. My emotions got the better of me. I started crying into my pillow.

Imagine saving the man you secretly loved... and then he got mad at you about it.

I fell asleep crying that night.

--time skip--

I shot awake, cringing at how bright it was.

I looked around, letting my eyes adjust to the light.

I was on a hill. I was on a hill, lying in the grass with the sun shining on my face. This is not good.

I stood up and did a circle to look around the long stretches of grass. Nothing looked even slightly familiar.

"For fuck's sake," I muttered.

I decided that the best option would be to try to climb down and find a person... somewhere.

I was just about to start making my way down the hill when I felt a hand grab me.

Out of pure fear, I grabbed the person and pulled them from behind me. The person went flying down the hill.

"(Y/n)," I heard Sam's voice yell as he rolled down the hill.

I put my hand over my mouth. He soon stopped rolling and then he stood up, scrambling to pull the black mask off of his face. I sighed, dropping my hand when I saw he was alright.

"Sam," I called.

"Your instinct is to throw some down a hill," Sam asked.

"When a masked man tries to grab me, definitely," I replied. "Fun fact, Sam, I can actually defend myself."

He gave me a sarcastic smile. I shot it right back to him.

Sam looked down at his outfit before sighing and shrugging at me. He had just started to move back up the hill when my visions went dark.

I opened my eyes a few moments later.

What had been an open field was now a dark warehouse or factory. I saw Sam across from me, but also a group of people behind him. I recognized them. They were characters from Criminal Minds, a guilty pleasure I watched when we weren't hunting.

I tried to figure out what was happening.

Then, I became all too aware of the barrel of a gun pressing into my neck.

"No," Sam yelled.

It clicked.

Sam was supposed to be Spencer. I was Maeve. This was Zugzwang.

My heart dropped.

"Wait, please, don't," Sam yelled as the gun pressed harder on my neck.

"Sam, shut up," I snapped.

"Me for (Y/n)," he shouted.

"You would do that," Diane- the unsub of that episode- asked.

"Yes," Sam replied.

"No," I yelled. "Sam, shut up."

"You shut up," Diane growled at me.

"One difference between me and her...," I growled back.

I grabbed the gun, pushing it forward, away from my neck. The bullet she tried to fire hit the brick wall. I turned, bringing an elbow down on her arm. Her hand dropped the gun into my grasp. I pointed it toward her.

"...I'm not scared of a simple gun."

The others walked over and arrested her. I looked at Sam.

"If you continued, she would've killed herself, which would've killed me," I explained. He furrowed his eyebrows. "I watch this show when we aren't hunting."

He walks over, going to hug me before the scene changes again.

"Holy...," I trailed off as I looked around.

Around us, we could see the tops of roofs and a beautiful night sky. It was almost a dreamy setting.

"Where are we now," Sam asked.

"Only the great Moulin Rouge," Sam and I both twirled around to face... Gabriel. "I know, I know... I'm not dead, anyway!"

I rolled my eyes.

"You two need to learn a lesson," he pointed at us.

"It's like back in 2010," I mumbled. "Play our roles to get out. Probably why we were pulled out of the last two."

"You'll fall into them naturally, I promise," Gabriel smirked. "And yes. Stop ignoring the plotline."

"Alright... sure, I was gonna get shot for your crappy game," I snapped sarcastically.

Then, he was gone. I rolled my eyes.

"So, what are the roles," Sam asked as I walked around the top of the elephant.

"Well, Christian and Satine," I pointed between us. "Maeve and Spencer. The Princess Bride and Westley. It's all romance."

"Why," Sam scrunched his face up.

"Because Gabe wants to get his rocks off," I said sarcastically, "I don't know, Sam!"

I walked down the stairs of the elephant. It was gorgeous here. It was just as vibrant as the movie made it look.

"Wow," I look back at Sam. "This is awesome."

I chuckled and nodded.

"What seen is it?"

"The Elephant Love Medley," I said. "Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman sing this mash-up of famous love songs as his character tries to convince her that there is nothing more important than love."

"I'm not gonna sing," Sam shook his head.

"I was not gonna ask you too," I chuckled. "I've heard you sing."

"Rude."

I just shrugged.

I looked around at the room, trying to figure out how to play these roles without the singing.

"Wait," I said. "Come on."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the stairs.

"What is it," Sam asked as we made it to the top.

"At the end of the medley, Christian and Satine are dancing and they walk out onto this field of clouds and are held up in the sky."

"What-"

"This whole movie feels like a fever dream the first time you watch it."

"Come on," Sam held a hand out to me.

"Can you dance?"

"Not well," he chuckled. "The role didn't say I needed to be good."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him.

I tried to lead his steps and laughed as he stumbled into a pattern.

"Come on," I moved back so I could grab only one hand.

I led him a few steps forward and onto- what seemed to be- steps in the clouds. I let out an excited laugh when it worked. Sam looked at me and grinned at my excitement.

As soon as got to the top of the steps... it was gone.

We were in the middle of the street now.

"Aw, that was just mean," I mumbled. I glared at Sam when I heard him laughed.

He held his hands up jokingly before extending one toward me. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"I know what movie this is," he shrugged. I motioned for him to continue explaining. He walked over, hand still held out to me, "The Notebook. Noah and Allie dance in the street. So... will you dance with me? Even without the sequence where we dance in the clouds."

I bit my lip as I smiled.

I took his hand and let him pull me into the street. I laughed as I stumbled into his chest.

We fell into the scene naturally.

Sam held one of my hands in his and held my waist with the other. I placed my free hand on his shoulder. I looked up at him. It felt strange that we so casually fell into the scene but I was happy.

Sam jokingly twirled me around before pulling me back to his chest. I closed my eyes and chuckled.

"What," he asked.

"Nothing," I shook my head. "I just never saw you as such a romantic."

"Well, don't tell anyone, you'll ruin my reputation," he said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes.

Sam spun the two of us in a circle before going to dip me. I didn't think I'd ever get to experience something like this. It always just felt like something I should forget about as a hunter. I was starting to forget why I was so angry with Sam in the first place.

I barely noticed that Sam was leaning in before the scene around me changed.

I was on a football field.

I looked around.

There was no sign of Sam.

"Crap," I mumbled, trying to figure out where to look first.

Then, there was a voice going over the field's speakers.

"You're just too good to be true... can't take my eyes off of you..."

I looked around toward the stands to see Sam walking with a mic. Can't sing, my ass.

"You'd be like heaven to touch... I wanna hold you so much"

"Oh my god," I muttered.

"At long last love has arrived... And I thank God I'm alive... You're just too good to be true... Can't take my eyes off of you."

I tried to bite back my laugh. He shrugged at me with an embarrassed smile and stepped into the actual stands.

We both jumped when the marching band started playing. I looked to see Gabriel smirking and leading their march.

Sam and I shrugged at each other. He continued on with the act.

Now, Sam Winchester pretending to be Patrick in "10 Things I Hate About You" was a treat... and was exactly what you imagined it would be.

He was almost stumbling down the steps as he continued on with the act. I was laughing hysterically by the time I saw the security guards starting to run in.

"Sam," I yelled, pointing behind him.

"Crap," I heard through the mic (which made me almost double-over in laughter) as he tried to take off running.

As soon as he was grabbed, the scene changed.

We both took a deep breath when we realized we were sitting together in a car.

"Thank god," Sam mumbled.

"That was a great performance, by the way," I said, still chuckling.

"Shut up," he muttered, laughing along with me. We fell silent after a minute. "So... what scene is this?"

"I have no idea," I replied.

"It's Gilmore Girls, dumbasses," we heard Gabriel's voice but saw no sign of him. "Season 1, Episode 16... absolute idiots."

"Didn't peg him for a Gilmore Girls fan," I said. Sam laughed.

"Me neither."

We fell silent again.

"I'm sorry," Sam said, looking over at me. "You were right. You can defend yourself and you were just trying to help me. I'm sorry for being such a dick about it."

I grinned, "Thanks... I forgive you. I know you were just worried about me."

Sam smiled back.

"I... umm...," Sam looked down for a moment, clearing his throat and collecting his thoughts. "I just... I love you."

My heart leaped up into my throat. I blinked at him a few times and forced a chuckle out. Which was the wrong response but I panicked. Hunters... we could face the devil but emotions were a no-no.

"(Y/n)," Sam's smile dropped slowly when he realized I wasn't responding.

I was just about to respond when the scene changed again.

Sam was gone again and I was on a city street.

"Dammit," I muttered.

I ran down the street, turning the corner. I looked at the wall of the building I was by. Was this a jazz club?

I walked through the door and was guided to a table so I could sit down and watch the performance.

"La La Land," I said.

Sam and I watched this together. Dean had gone to bed. We weren't tired and just turned this movie on because it looked like it was mostly happy.

Big dance numbers, beautiful effects... and the epilogue that made me hide tears from Sam.

I looked at the stage. Sam was sitting there, wearing a suit, looking at the audience nervously. He hesitantly reached toward the piano. It was like it was a prerecorded track. It sounded just like the movie.

I smiled.

I just wanted to talk to him.

Soon the performance ended.

I stood up and started walking over, seeing Sam starting to walk out.

I grinned at him, "Sam-"

He cut me off by cupping the sides of my face and kissing me softly. I touched his sides lightly, smiling against his lips. It was... magic. Absolute magic.

Then, I shot awake, back in my bed in the bunker.

The game was over. Thank God.

"(Y/n)," I heard yell through the bunker hall.

I ran into the hall and ran toward his room.

We stopped as soon as we saw each other.

"Please tell me that wasn't a dream," I said. He shook his head, smiling widely at me.

I ran over, pulling him down to kiss him again. It was softer than our last kiss and I loved it. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer. I buried my hands through his hair.

"Woah, what did I miss," we pulled away when we heard Dean.

I could basically feel Sam chuckle against my lips before he moved to look at his brother. I turned around in Sam's arm.

"A chick flick moment," Sam answered.

"Alright," Dean gave us a weird look before leaving without another word.

I looked back at Sam with a smile, "I love you."

"I love you too," he grinned and leaned in to kiss me softly again.

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waking-dreams-of-harmony · 4 years ago

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The Last Dragon

Below the read more I've posted 7 very small sections of a fic that is based on this beautiful and tragic fanvid. I got literal chills watching it. If you wanna sob over our queen and her son wanting to avenge his mother, give it a watch.

I don't think I'll ever go any further, as my writing had an unfortunate run in with a brick wall, which then toppled over it and crushed any urge to write the next bit.

It's not too terrible--though it could actually be total shit, I'm not known for my writing 😂--and it was just gonna gather dust on my laptop, so figured I might as well post it. This was one of my ways of dealing with that fucked up last season within the framework of the show. I dont believe this is Dany's end, and I loathe with every fiber of my being what happened to her and her found family. And after seeing that video, the idea of Drogon doing everything he could to avenge the mother he loved more than anything appealed to that anger inside me. So I'll understand if this isnt for everyone ❤

Chapter 1

Mother.

He flies, great black wings carrying them away.

Mother.

Sharp, massive claws curl in gently. Protectively.

Mother is gone.

The cold creeps, burning against his scales the way fire never has.

Mother don’t leave.

A whisper on the wind calls to him.

Mother it hurts.

East, it sighs. It smells of smoke, and fire. Hope.

He follows, wings beating faster.

They took you.

The rage flares, searing away the cold.

They killed you.

The heat of it bursts within him, scaled skin shaking with the strength of it.

Fire and blood.

Jaws stretch wide, and the air burns red with grief.

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Chapter 2

The sky bleeds red from the dying sun when Drogon reaches Volantis. The whisper that drew him there stops as he lands on an open balcony.

A woman stands before him, black hair and red robes flying up in the gust of wind from his wings. His claw gently opens, Mother’s cold body slowly sliding onto the hard stone.

Crimson, mournful eyes watch the red woman kneel by Mother, pale fingers hovering over her, not touching, for a long moment.

“I cannot bring her back, Drogon,” she murmurs, regretful.

He throws his head back, bellows fury and sadness into the sky. No, Mother, come back. I am alone.

A faint brush at the back of his mind--where Mother used to be, his brothers, the thoughts they shared together--grasps his attention. Makes him look back down at the red woman.

“I cannot give you back Daenerys Targaryen, but I can give you something else.”

His nostrils flair, and his head moves closer.

“I can give you the revenge you desire. As it stands, you may be able to raze the whole of the Seven Kingdoms, turn it all to ash, but that would not be what your mother wanted.”

Drogon growls, lips pulled up in a snarl. Sheep. All are sheep. Betrayed Mother. Killed Mother. No mercy.

She nods her head. Comprehends what he is unable to say out loud.

“Yes, they all betrayed Daenerys, took from her and killed her when her visions grew too great for their small minds. They could not grasp that the Mother of Dragons was above all a breaker of chains. She would have freed us all.”

She pauses, then continues, her voice hard. “They need to be punished. And they will be. But Daenerys’ dreams must be realized. Dragon’s Bay must remain free. The Dothraki cannot return to what they were, raping and pillaging. And the petty lords of Westeros must be laid low. Those who destroyed Daenerys must see their reigns come to an end not only by dragon fire, but by the unification of the people they have ground into the dust, unified against them.”

“A dragon has the power to do great things, but to lead men, to lead armies, that is the one thing you cannot do, Drogon. Not as you are. You must be more. And by the Lord of Light’s grace, you can become exactly what the people need.”

Drogon rumbles in frustration, steam billowing from between his sharp, clenched teeth. He doesn’t understand.

“Human, Drogon. You must become human.”

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Chapter 3

They take Mother, to clean her, he is told. Remove the dagger, her clothes. Wash the blood away.

The red woman directs him to fly from the balcony, down into an open courtyard below. A large fire pit rages with a towering flame. It warms him, feels like Mother’s hand caressing his scales.

Dragons cannot cry. A mournful moan makes his great neck tremble. Human. Perhaps he can cry when he is human.

People in red robes enter the courtyard, one after another, until they circle around Drogon. His tail twitches. Their closeness agitates him.

The red woman appears, crossing the circle to stand in front of the fire. Hatred fills him when he sees what is in her hands. The dagger stained with Mother’s blood. Coward. The coward’s dagger.

“I am sorry Drogon. It is a necessary piece of the ritual. Soon,” she soothes, “you will have all you need to begin your campaign against the traitors.”

Another voice brushes against that same place in his mind. That lonely place where Mother, Rhaegal, and Viserion once lived. Soon, it too promises.

The red woman turns her head, scans the other acolytes before catching Drogon’s eyes.

“Let us begin.”

Voices hum together in chant, and the sky is filled with an agonized roar.

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Chapter 4

Drogon.

He groans.

Drogon, my love.

Everything hurts.

You cannot sleep forever, my beautiful boy.

He moves his head slightly. Cringes at the sharp pain.

Wake up, Drogon.

Mother? Why does everything hurt so much?

It’s time.

The voice begins to fade. He reaches out a hand, slowly, to make it stay, and freezes. He has a hand. A human hand.

Fingers curl into his palm, and the nails scratch against his skin, bite into it. His legs scrape against the stone as he slowly stretches out one, then the other.

He can still feel the fire to the side of him; it feels heavier, pressing on his skin but it does not hurt his flesh.

What burns more painfully is the missing weight of his wings. No flight for him now.

Cold fingers brush his shoulder, curve sharply to hold him when he recoils.

“Drogon?”

He doesn’t like to be held, or touched, no one but Mother, and his brothers, but they are gone. Gone, gone, gone…

“Drogon! It is only me, Kinvara!” The voice finally penetrates, and he stops pulling away.

Allowing for her help, he rolls carefully onto his back. Sharp pebbles dig into his skin. No scales to protect him anymore.

He feels her fingers move to his face, tracing the human features. “Open your eyes Drogon. See what the Lord of Light has gifted to you.”

Gift? No gift. Just more pain. Weakness. But he opens his eyes. The fire from the pit is soothing, warm. Warmer than...before. Would it burn him? His hand flinches towards it but he’s not close enough to touch.

He turns his eyes toward Kinvara. She is smiling, eyes reflecting the fire’s light.

She waves a hand towards an acolyte. “Bring me a robe. We must cover our dragon prince.”

Red cloth is laid over him, and two other acolytes help Drogon to sit. They hold him up as the other wraps the robe around him more securely.

Drogon grits his teeth, blood rushing angry and hot.

He tries to talk, mouth struggling to form the human words. “W-We—” He growls, tries again. “W-Weak.”

“For now,” she says. “But you will grow stronger, I promise you.”

Drogon struggles to stay awake, but bone deep exhaustion pulls at him, and his frustration wanes as he slips into slumber.

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Chapter 5

Four moons pass before Drogon is ready to set sail for Meereen. He was like a hatchling again, unsteady, vulnerable, and he hated it. Kinvara and her priests taught him the ways of his new body, how to eat and walk, to read their words.

Coarse fabric to wear instead of steely scales.

But now it is time. Time to search out Grey Worm. Daario. The Unsullied and Dothraki. Train with them and become stronger. Much stronger.

He knew how to fight as a dragon. Armies and castles were nothing against the heat of his fire. He must learn how to wage war as humans do.

Wrapped in a red cloak, hood hanging low over his face, Drogon is ready to begin.

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Chapter 6

They are waiting for him at the dock after the sun has set, Grey Worm and Mother’s sellsword, two silent figures who do not move, do not speak until Drogon stands before them.

Daario breaks the silence first. “Drogon?”

He pulls back his hood, unnaturally crimson eyes in a human face flashing in the near dark.

Daario sucks in a breath, then huffs out a laugh. “If the red priests had not sent word ahead, I may not have believed it. But by the gods, here you stand.” He reaches out an arm for Drogon to clasp.

He does so, hesitantly, but with a firm grip. Human greetings still puzzle him.

Grey Worm steps closer then kneels, bows his head bowed, fist pressed against his chest. “Ñuha dārilaros. Bisy qringaomatan īlva dāria. Īlon emagon ossēntan se nāpāstre skoriot pōnta iōrtan (My prince. This one failed our Queen. We should have killed the traitors where they stood.).”

Drogon does not know if he is asking for forgiveness or absolution.

Dragons have no real concept of forgiveness. He should be angry the traitors were allowed to live. But Grey Worm is kin, as the little scribe had been. Mother’s old bear too, and the white-haired knight. Everyone who had been under Mother’s protection, had been under her children’s protection as well. And would continue to be.

“Rise, Grey Worm.” His voice is rough and sharp edged, and it seems to startle the two men to hear him speak. “Those that hurt Mother, that used her and took her life will be punished as they deserve. But I need your help. So rise. Let us repay them with fire and blood. For Mother. For Missandei. For them all.”

He holds out a hand, waits.

Grey Worm looks up, eyes bright with unshed tears. His lips tremble, then firm. He takes Drogon’s hand.

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Chapter 7

They convene in Mother’s chambers, the map room he would never have been able to fit in before almost cavernous to him now.

Spread out around the table, the three men pull together a plan as they look down at the map.

First, they will weed out the opposition in Essos, solidify their hold in the east. Astapor, Yunkai, they will all come to heel, every slave freed. They would be as clever as Mother had been, keep the number of innocents lost as low as they could. Drogon would prefer to burn through the Good Masters, snap them up and tear them apart, but for Mother, he would be patient, and take the slower path. All the slavers would still die, and their victims would live, and live free.

But for what Drogon had planned, he needed steel in place of claws, armor instead of dragonhide. He needed Grey Worm and Daario to make him as fearsome as a human as he’d been as a dragon. And that would take time.

He ground his blunted teeth together; he hated waiting. Hated it. But let the traitors think they were safe for a while longer. It would be all the sweeter when he ripped that feeling of safety away, just as they ripped Mother away from him. His brothers. His home.

They would feel his pain. And then they would feel nothing at all.

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purplerose244 · 5 years ago

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Thoughts journal Ninjago season 13!!! 🤩🤩 (3/4)

I am enjoying the season A LOT. The reveal has been thrown already, everything seems to be leading towards something special about Rock Mom and I couldn't hope for something better!! I know Lou will be back so I guess a flashback?... I'M SO EXCITED 💕💕

Alright, let's start!!

DUNGEON PARTY!

Side note, we're past the season and no Nexo Knights reference. Me sad, but me not quitting like ninja!! 💪💪

Korgran of METALONIA?!?! WHERE KARLOF COMES FROM!!! Oh you just love to feed me with good throwbacks, now do you Ninjago crew 😍

Plundar the thief, yeah, the attire gives it away although it is nice. And Fungus... huh... well that explains the mushrooms on the hat I guess 😅

Yep, there we go, a party of adventurers, the DnD situation promised 👈👈 He said loot, I saw a 20 faced dice, nice nice

In these recent seasons adventurers just won't like to do adventures for one reason or another, first uncle Powers, now these guys? I mean Ninjago is in danger every freaking time and you risk your life at every step and there's a new formidable villain every like five seconds but... huh... what was my point again?

THE ANIME STYLE IS BACK 😂😂 Oh boy I can tell we're in for a train to crazy town

I'm thinking this dude looks a lot like He-Man... of course he does, the HECK, am I noticing this just now? 😑

I do agree with mister Korgran's father reluctance about talking like that (I saw too many anime characters like that 😂), but Karlof uses the third person too. Either it's common in Metalonia, or there's a general lack of education there 😅 (I LOVE METAL BOY I MISS HIM 🖤🖤)

Talking axe that doesn't talk, nice 😂

Okay... okay, I need a moment

This is too cute. I know her head is a bit too big but LOOK AT THEM 💛🤍💛🤍 Has Chompy never grown?... wait he did got big that one time... okay... okay, never mind

Well that's a pretty nice party, you got your barbarian, your magic user and your rogue. Kinda misses a healer but still... tomorrow I'm doing a DnD session with my friends and I wanna sound like I know stuff 😂

I just noticed that I haven't seen hidden trap doors like that since Chen, the ABC of villains right there my friends 👆

So the King didn't become evil just because of the skull, he actually wished to obtain it and use the dark power. I get that he wants to defend the city but he is basically remorceless about everything else, so he is guilty. Also DRAGON ABUSER 😡

Poor Vania, but she overcame her Skylor situation very quickly. Proud 💛

There we go with the encouragement, you go Rocky!! We have a crazy Skull dude to turn into dust!! 👿👿

Wait, a promise he made a long time ago? Rock mom?

DUNGEON CRAWL!

ROCK MOM!!! YAAAASSS!!! FINALLY SHE'S HERE!!! 🖤🖤🖤

Oh holy FSM, my heart 💔

MY HEART HURTS SO MUCH. Cole as a kid, Lou is back, Rock Mom IS SICK AND WILL DIE, all the drawings, the picture of them together 😭😭

I cannot, freaking, this kid doesn't want his mom to be sick and he's gotten into troubles at school and she wants him to fight and be strong and right and SHE HAS HIS SAME EYEBROWS 😢😢😢😢😢😢

This scene was really heartbreaking, such a genuine situation with a kid that wants her mom to be fine and proud of him 🖤

Just looked at her VA and it's Erin Matthews 🤩 So first I'm counting it as a Nexo Knights reference just because MACY AND ROBIN ❤🖤❤🖤 Second, wasn't "the mom" going to be voiced by Jillian? Is it... is it Maya? Is she coming back? MAYBE NEXT SEASON??? NYA SEASON?!?!? 🤯🤯

Oh, we're moving on? So... so there's still the stuff about Rock Mom's past to uncover, still unsure if she was the one of the blades for the two tribes

PLUNDAR WE DO NOT DISRESPECT COLE INTO THIS HOUSE VANIA MY GIRL YOU ARE SPEAKING FOR ME TOO 💪💪

The connection between Cole and his mom is the earth itself, I'm loving this concept so much. It's true that he never found himself this deep into his element before, the Caves of Despair were mines but never this deep. This really is rock bottom... HECK YEAH

Well Cole...

Welcome to the colored eyes because of elemental power ninja team!! 💚❤🧡 (without counting the forbidden scroll moments) I LOVE WHEN IT HAPPENS!!! I'M GETTING SO PROUD AND EMOTIONAL!!! I'M PROUDOTIONAL!!! 🤯

Aww, Cole saving his son sensei, very nice. They did save each other a lot 🤷‍♀️

This place reminds me a lot of the Fire Temple where Kai got himself into trouble in season 1 but then saved Lloyd, one of my favorite and most memorable episode of the show... I'M TOO NOSTALGIC RIGHT NOW LET'S MOVE ON

NEVER MIND COLE IS TAKING CHARGE LIKE OLD TIMES HE IS FINALLY THE LEADER AGAIN I'M GONNA CRY ROCKY I'M SO HAPPY YOU DESERVE THIS 🖤

Wu's spinjitzu!! Always nice to see it 😊 And yes Adam is a good boy, and for my arachnophobia is a little freaky saying it 😅

Ah, good Plundar, Cole needs all the appreciation of the world because HE IS SUCH A GOOD PERSON AND AMAZING WARRIOR AND I LOVE HIM AAAAAA

This is probably my favorite episode for now, got Rock Mom, got elemental powers, got a lot of Cole in all of his glory: the leader with a clear smart mind able to lead even strangers, with big heart for what's important 👏👏

I feel like this season is giving him glory, I'm curious about how it will end!!

GRIEF-BRINGER

Okay I know it's the name of the dragon... and it gets me a little antsy 😅

Back to the munce! Still doing as good as ever I see! 😅 And lol, you can't blame Nya for not being nice Jay! Although she is kinda best friends with Ronin who double crossed her multiple times... okay, I see your reasoning Bluebell

There we go, Nya making them listen. I honestly could have seen her just grabbing one of them and make them fly through the the room, still cool though 😎

Back to the geckles! Also doing as good as ever! 😅 These little purple guys are so dang cute, seeing my flame babe trying to lead is so PRECIOUS, and even more PRECIOUS is Zane giving him support... and a rock in the face 🤍🤍

Gotta say

I'm more and more fascinated by their culture 😂😂

Aww little Gleck, everything had started with him after all... wait... HER NAME IS LILLY?!?! ROCK MOM HAS A NAME!!! AND SHE IS GILLIE/MILLIE!!! I KNEW IT!!! 🤩🤩

I think I saw the name somewhere, didn't think it was actually her. I always headcanoned her as Gaia, but Lilly is a very sweet name too 💕

It is pretty nice that even though we as viewers didn't know what happened to Lilly, the ninja knew. It's obvious, they've known each other for so long, but still. It feels nice to see this 😊

Oh-oh, Skull dude is up to something... and he said the title 👈👈

Zane keeps being the sweetest thing ever created, le cute dude 🤍🤍 Never thought I'd see Tin Can and Hothead discussing about lies while two slugs race each other...

I don't know if it's the new animation but the armored suits look CRAZY GOOD, the metal and the details are awesome!! I approve the suits of this season 👍

Pff, they are talking down his sister, if he knew they would be literally toasted 🔥

HUG HUG BEAUTIFUL LEGO HUG!!! And she lifts him up, omg the Smith siblings are back and they are so CUTE 😍

Yep, only he can talk down his sister... and possibly be annihilated right after 😅

Oh, the dragon that almost destroyed the two tribes... OH THE DRAGON THAT ALMOST DESTROYED THE TWO TRIBES!!! 😱😱

NO GUYS DON'T LEAVE LLOYD AND ZANE BEHIND, THEY ARE THE MOST PRONE TO SACRIFICE THEMSELVES 😭😱😭😱😭😱

The cringe Kai, the cringe never leaves you alone you beautiful idiot ❤

I cannot believe the animators managed to make Lloyd's LEGO hair swoosh, I must applaude them 👏👏👏 Also POOR BABY ON THE GROUND GIVE HIM A VACATION FOR CRYING OUT LOUD

Well aren't things getting even more complicated 😅 Where is Cole? We need season superstar pronto!

MASTERS NEVER QUIT

Awww, major throwback to the show's most famous motto right in the title! NINJA NEVER QUIT!!! LET'S GO THEN!!! 🤩

The upply team! With the lava beast back... I could easily make comment about how it could be a representation of Cole's feelings since it's LAVA with EARTH and FIRE, and he is running from them... I'M JUST RAMBLING MOVING ON 🖤❤🖤❤

Cole misses the Caves of Despair maybe, he wants to have a round with the carts like in Possession 😂 Was that why he knew it was going to work eventually? That would be histerical, especially since back then they all almost fell into the lava 😅😅

The Heart of the Mountain? Secret temple of the masters of Earth? Possibly hidden in Shintaro? Spinjitzu Burst? Wu, let me ask you this... just in case... is there... perhaps...

IS THERE SOMETHING YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD US??? 😡😡

He is definitely and officially old, only reason why he keeps forgetting to warn people about stuff 😑 I mean, it's not major like with Morro or Aspheera, I guess it's an improvement?... kinda?

So you learn spinjitzu burst if you're surrounded by your element, that sounds pretty awesome! I wonder how it could be with all the others, this can open up kinda like a quest for the true potential but with different places and lots of OP powers and I'M INTO IT 🤩🤩🤩

Okay season, I get it

YOU WANNA MAKE ME CRY 😭😭 I love this aztec vibe, so cool and appropriate she looks STUN 🖤

I didn't expect this much introspection about Cole, I thought it was going to be kinda last minute like with Jay in Prime Empire. I'm so thankful it's not like that, freaking yes. YES. GO COLE BURST OUT!!

... okay, take your time sweetie, no rush. The other ninja are just going to be fried but eh, happens all the time 🤷‍♀️

VANIA MAH GIRL 💕 I understand Wu, I mean the guys kinda learned all they needed already back when they started to train Lloyd. Ever since then, they had been not master and students, but just family. And you always need family, no matter how far you go 🖤

Awwww, Wu! You got your own development too! 👍 So nice to hear "ninja never quit" again, can't be too sure but it's been a while 😍

Let's hope the guys are doing fine resisting while Team Cole arrives 😎😎

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thebigsimp · 4 years ago

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Marco x f!reader - how can I live without you ?

SEASON 1 SPOILER !

summary: It's sad, then it's cute but you quickly become sad again because you remember what was sad at the beginning and the end is sad but it's also beautiful I hope

content: Marco spoiler season 1 f!reader/s.o

word counts: 1.3K

tw: death

notes: I swear to god I want to cry every time I think about this shit, he definitely deserved better... btw I didn't read it through since I've wrote it soooo you can totally say it's trash I won't mind, I guess. It's just that it's been a long time since I've posted and it just feels weird to not post still in finals exams tho but I got time to post this just for you if actually someone read it anyway ! hope you enjoy this sad writing.

I Knew Marco and I were made for each other, and now it’s like all of my life is collapsing before my eyes.

When Jean came up to me I knew, I don’t know how but I instantly knew that something was wrong. that Marco was dead.

I tried to convince myself that he would come back at some point and that it was only one sick joke, but he never did, at least alive.

“Hurry y/n we are not getting late again !” Marco was standing against the frame of my door watching me struggling with his teasing smile, knowing that I wasn't paying attention to his words. I’m screwed, I lost the bracelet that Marco gave me for our one year anniversary and we were about to go to a day of training... “wait wait please , I don’t know where I put it Marco and I-” and his laughing now, god If I could listen to his laugh all day long, life would be perfect.

“You know y/n no one is going to see that you don’t have your bracelet...” said Marco walking towards me with is reassuring smile. “This is the one we gave each other Marco I don’t go out without it !”, I was about to curse when we heard our commandant shout the names of the cadets, shit we are really late aren’t we...

“We are in training for the entire day honey, you will find it when we get back home tonight” “but Marco I-” “I’ll help you to find it but we need to go before commandant Sadies find out that we are late, let’s go” he’s right I don’t want to end up like Sasha.

For whatever reason commandant Sadie didn’t say anything when he saw us running in line but instead continued the call up our name, he might be up to something.

“Listen up cadets, today is a very physical day, the training is going to be difficult and you won’t get back here until 11pm, so I hope you got a great sleep because I will need you at 100. I've prepared some groups exercices for todays training, it’s to build your team work assets because for what I saw previously you guys don’t understand the basics of it. I need teams of five ! hurry up so we can start” I take a look at the cadets, I mean he isn’t wrong but everyone seems to focus on getting into the military police, so of course they aren't going to team up. Now I know why they are training us to have great team work, they want us to join the survey corps. But sometimes I can see Mikasa, Armin and Eren helping each other, I mean it's more Mikasa and Armin helping Eren but sure. Reiner and Bertholdt are always together same goes for Christa and Ymir and Connie and Sasha. Jean, Marco and I are quite close as well. We all are close to each other but not as a team like they want...

“ So babe do you want to be with us ?” says Marco “Huh?” Marco, Jean, Connie and Sasha were looking at me waiting for an answer I presume, “Marco isn’t she your girlfriend or something ?” Connie say “Hey but it doesn’t mean that we have to be with each other all the time you know” says Marco looking at me with a teasing smile, Jean snort a little at Marco’s intervention “you guys are literally together every time !” “I know Jean, so babe ?” “I guess we can team up this time” “good”.

The tree others were physically cringing to the conversations Marco and I were having. “ babe you know what we could do right know ?” “what ? honey?” “well we can go somewhere calm and you know cuddles until it’s our turn to go training...” “you guys are so disgusting I swear” “Jean they are literally talking about cuddling” “Sasha, Jean is right, they are disgusting” “oh my fucking god guys cuddling is just cuddling I’m not gonna fuck my girlfriend here” “Wooaaaw Marco your innocence ?!”. If only Jean knew...

At the end of the day, everyone were tired, people were crawling back to their room, some others were going straight to eat, we clearly needed to rest. Marco took me in his arm and carrying me to my room.

“Marco cuddle, cuddle, cuddle” As he was about to exit the room “I need to get you food honey, I’m coming back as soon as I get you some, alright ?” "alright"

that night we just cuddled while talking about our future, our future together.

" y/n I'm about to say something crazy so don't freak out" I looked at him with an amused face "alright Marco say what's on your mind already" Marco pushed a string of hair away from my face with a fond smile before talking again " Well I know we just join the military and that training isn't over, let alone that we havent started fighting against titans and that all of that will probably take a will before we find a way to stop this madness but I'm already thinking of our future" I got up to face him "our future ?" "yes, you and me, living somewhere calm, not far away from our friends but still pretty far so it looks like we are alone together. We can get married, have children, I want a daughter and a son, and we can maybe start a little school together like our parents..." oh yes before the fall of the walls my parents along side Marco parents were proud teachers they dedicated their lives to make sure that we could have the proper education even with those difficult times "I would love that Marco" Marco face light up at my words "we could discover so many things behind those walls and and-" "we will be able to teach something new everyday" Marco smiled at me " you read my mind, I told you we were made for each other" I rolled my eyes before giving a slight punch to his right shoulder "ouch".

"I love you y/n, we will be together trying to navigate life together" "until the end" "until the end are you kidding me even in the other side we will be together" "Marco I was trying to be dramatic" "I know but I just don't like to know that you are thinking of your death like that, you know especially when I'm right here, to protect you" I giggled at is sudden confidence " I know right how can live without you ?" " I don't know it is a miracle that you manage to live to the day we've met" " Marco oh my god haha"

Who would've known that the end of us would happened so quickly.

I miss having you arm around me, I miss seeing your smile every time I say something, I miss the warmth of your body against mine. I miss your wise words. I miss everything.

Jean isn't the same anymore, he saw you laying there lifeless. If they hadn't choose to put me somewhere else I would've been with you, I would've try to save you. I wasn't there when you needed me, I wasn't there when this titan crushed our hopes and destroyed our future.

I know that you would probably want the best for me, you want me to be happy, you want to enjoy my life while I'm still alive. And to be completely honest with you I don't know how it could be possible, but both of know what happened that night when we talk about our future we also made a promise to each other, and I am going to make sure to make you proud from who you are, and when my time is here you'll be happy to see me again, and we will live our future.

#season 1 spoilers #spolier attack on titans #attack on titan #marco bott #it's sad really so if you are triggered don't read it #death

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