*Gif by @bonniebirdsgifcentre. So I’m going to start spreading out my PB posts now that I’ve officially finished the work I fell behind on fo Peaky Week, but don’t worry. There’s still much more to come! For now though, I have a couple Teen Wolf request I need to fill. I will also be moving back into TVD/TO and possibly even shadowhunters, so be on the lookout. Lastly, I’m fastly approaching 1K followers so when that happens, I already have a super cool Derek series planned, but I have to meet my goal first. Stay on the lookout! xoxox*
Bread. The most common and essential food in the daily life of a Londoner. It was one of the only thing the wealthy and poor ate alike. It was toasted for breakfast and served for supper. You liked your meals, but in your opinion, dessert was the best dish. You had grown up with a severe sweet tooth and ardent parents who would indulge in all your desires since you were there only child. The results of being given what you wanted could have been disastrous, but you think it turned out quite well considering you now owned your own bakery.
After being open for three years, business had steadied and you would even consider it to be going well. Well, enough to put food on the table and allow you to move into an apartment of your own. You found your social- and perhaps romantic life- take a turn for the better as you rung up the evening rush, customers taking goods home for their families and special occasions. You continued going through the motions until I burly pair of hands laid themselves down on the counter.
Shownu; Being busy with university never really bothered Shownu though. Once you give him notice that you’ll be busy for a couple of weeks, this appa would totally be supporting you all throughout. He’d actually tell you to take some break or if ever you had any problem you can call him and ask him. Despite not being able to spend time with each other, Shownu would ask you for your schedule and would actually make time for you whenever you’re taking a break. He would also constantly send messages that would literally cheer you on and he would also call you from time to time, asking how you are or have you eaten or just take a break for awhile. Or he’d also be all ears when you have a rant or if you badly need him, he’d be there right away to make you relaxed and stress free.
appa nu (8:32 pm): Hey, [y/n]! I hope you’re doing well. Don’t forget to take a break, okay? I know you can do this and don’t forget to eat alright? I’ll call you in a bit. I love you and I miss you so so much!
appa nu (9:15 pm): Baby, I bought some ice creams and some of your favorite dishes. Do you want me to go there and feed you? Don’t get too stressed okay?
“Babe, how’s studying?”
“I haven’t been able to sleep for 2 straight days oppa and here I am, drinking my 6th coffee and I’ve never been so dead in my entire life.”
“You should take a break, babe. I’ll be there in a few and once I get there, you better be ready to take a break, understood?”
“Alright. See you soon, I love you and you can do it! Fighting!”
“I love you too!”
Wonho; By the minute Wonho knew that you’ll be busy starting today, he’d be sad. A sulky and pouty Wonho would actually appear. But then he would try to understand that you’re pursuing your dreams and all and that he needs to support you….. another but, he’d be super duper lonely. He would snap you tons of selfies and other stuff that he’s been doing with the boys. And he’d also call you from time to time, reminding you how much he loves you and how much he misses you and how much he’s there to support you with all his heart and soul (lol) and if ever you’re feeling lonely, he’s always available for you.
“Hyung, what are you doing?”
“I’m waiting for the message?”
fluffybunny (6:05 pm): hey, baby! I know you’re busy studying and other school-related stuff but I just wanted to say that I miss you so so much and I love you so so much! Fighting! Don’t ever give up, okay? I’ll always be here for you no matter what. I’ll facetime you once you’re free, alright? Lovelots :* xoxo
“What did she say hyung?”
mybaby (6:08 pm): Aww, I love you and I miss you so so much babe! Don’t worry, I’ll be done after an hour or so. I won’t give up, I promise. Thank you babe! *insert smiley face*
Kihyun; Kihyun would actually be clingy to be honest. You weren’t able to message him that often since you’d be at the library, making your thesis paper with your partner or something. But then once you’ll go to their dorm and take a break for a while, he’d be extremely clingy. Back hugging you and all and would even tell you that you’ve become a lot prettier despite looking like a zombie. And when you’re at home while burying yourself in a pile of schoolworks, he’d actually barge in and start cooking some dinner for you since he’s scared that you might starve yourself to death. But then, when you’re away from each other, he’d also send you some texts of encouragement and all.
“Okay…. the axial parts are the head, neck and body while the appendicular skeleton consists of–”
“Babe, I’m home! Do you want some kimchi jiggae?”
“Alright, just wait for a couple minutes okay? *gives you a kiss on the cheeks*”
cutiehyunnie (11:24 am): Baby, don’t forget to eat okay? I prepared some bento box for you and I placed it inside your bag. Don’t stress yourself out okay? I know that you’re the brightest woman that I’ve ever known and I know that you can ace them all! I love you and just text me when you’re done okay? You don’t need to reply.
cutiehyunnie (4:46 pm): Yah! How come your room is so dirty? Aigoo, now I have to clean all of this. I’ll let you pass this time since you’re busy with university. Come home early, okay?
Minhyuk; This boy would not leave you alone. He’d be at your place whenever you’re home. He’d be playing by himself while you’re busy studying in your room. But then you wouldn’t be able to concentrate since he’ll be bugging you like if you wanted to eat Chinese food or something. However, when you’re at school and you’re busy running the student government, he’d literally send you tons of pictures of him and messages and video messages and voice messages, everything that can send his message! And when you don’t reply, he’d still continue to send you messages. And you’ll actually have 100+ messages coming from him.
“Babe, what do you want to eat?”
“Not now, Minhyuk.”
“Minhyuk. Not. Now.”
“Okay fine I want jjajangmyeon and tangsuyuk. Now shut up and let me review all these paperworks.”
minmoongie (2:30 pm): BABE I MISS U SO SO MUCH
minmoongie (2:33 pm): Babe, guess what? I just went out to buy some toothbrush and I saw some totoro onesie that you’ve wanted
minmoongie (2:33 pm): So I bought them for you as a reward for your hard work!
minmoongie (2:35 pm): Babe babe, have you eaten already? What do you want for dinner? I can order some chicken and send it to you? Babe, pls reply
Hyungwon; He’d be sad. A sad pepe is a sad pepe. He would totally understand but he’d feel really lonely. So lonely. That a lonely pepe would be born. He wouldn’t be that clingy tho. He’d send you messages from time to time but then there would be times that he’d forget since he would probably fall asleep before sending the message. But then, when he’s able to send you a message, it’d be really flowery. Lol, it’d be a speech. And when he’s at your place, he’d wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder while you continue doing your paperworks.
pepe (8:46 am): Hey, I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to reply to you last night since… I fell asleep hehe. Anyways, I hope that my princess was able to eat breakfast today. Don’t forget to shower okay? I want you to fresh and ready to face the world. And don’t forget anything so that you won’t be stressed out later and rush back home to get it, okay? I also hope that you’ll be able to eat your lunch and dinner later. Don’t forget to rest since I don’t want the love of my life to be tired just like me. Anyways, I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you this week! I hope you’ll still be as sexy and beautiful and wonderful like the last time! :*
“No thanks babe. Just sleep, okay? I’ll wake you up once I’m done.”
“Okay. *rests his head on your lap while you study*”
“You’re so warm, babe. *nuzzles his face onto your stomach*”
“I know, I’m hot.”
“Hot like me, yes?”
Jooheon; He’d be really clingy. I mean more clingy compared to the other dudes. He’d constantly send you messages and even just random emojis, cute emojis that looked like him to be exact. Once he calls you, he’d be in full aegyo mode, like legit. Sometimes, he’d also whine when you’re not able to reply back or answer his calls but he’d also be pretty understanding to your situation since there are also times when he’s busy. When you’re able to rest for just a couple of minutes, he’d facetime you right away since he missed every single thing about you. He’d be all smiles when he sees you to be honest.
“Omo, you look so cute with that sweater on babe!”
“It’s the same sweater that I wore yesterday tho.”
“But still, you still look cute hehehe!”
“Whatever babe. Anyways, I miss you.”
“Aww, I miss you more babe! Hey, are you free this Saturday? I want to go on a date with you.”
“I’m so sorry babe, I have a meeting the whole day for our department week.”
“How about dinner?”
“I guess it’s a date then.”
honey (3:21 am): (✿╹◡╹) don’t i look cute?
honey (3:22 am): （＾ω＾）i love you!
honey (3:25 am): ಠ_ಠ < he looks like changkyun lol
I.M; Changkyun would literally be curious with what you’re getting busy with. If it’s about something science-y, he’d literally call you and let you study out loud since he also wants to learn. Sometimes, the random facts that would come out from his mouth would also be part of the test!! Since you’re busy with university, you could rarely message him but then Changkyun on the other hand, has a lot of time in his hand and would constantly send you some random facts and some meme photos of the boys (lol). But then he’d also send you some sweet messages tho.
i.am.changkyun. (10:23 am): Hey [y/n], did you know that the smallest penguin on the planet is only 16 inches tall?! Amazing right?!
i.am.changkyun. (10:26 am): Did you also know that there are more lifeforms living on your skin than there are people on the planet?
i.am.changkyun. sent a photo (11:45 am)
i.am.changkyun. (11:46 am): lololol just look at hyungwon hyung’s face as he devoured the whole turkey leg!!
i.am.changkyun. (8:56 pm): Hey, I know this is out of the blue but I love you and I’ve always believed in you. I miss you already. I can’t wait to hang out with you soon baby! Don’t stress yourself too hard okay? Or else I’ll be forced to stay there for two straight nights ;)
“hey, what are you studying?
“the parts of the frog, why?”
“can you read it out loud? I want to learn about it too!”
“Okay, fine. You’ve never fail to surprise me Changkyun.”
Summary: Your older brother Steve introduced you to Bucky when you were just kids. Now, you’re all grown up, and he’s one of your best friends. But what happens when you, Natasha, Bucky, and Steve all go on a trip, and you and Bucky can’t help falling for each other?
Warnings: mentions of sex, very brief mentions of underaged drinking, swearing
Your phone rang loudly, interrupting your deep sleep. You peeled your eyelids open, your eyes quickly adjusting to the bright morning sunlight creeping into your bedroom through the blinds. You lazily grabbed your phone- which continued to ring- from the side table next to your bed. You looked at the screen, which displayed Steve’s name and the ridiculous photo of him that you’d set as his contact picture. “Goddammit, Steve,” You mumbled before tapping the answer button and holding the speaker up to your ear. “What do you want this early in the morning?”
“(Y/N), it’s ten thirty,” He replied.
“It’s my day off, I get to sleep as late as I want,” You defended yourself, rubbing your eyes tiredly.
“Bucky, Natasha, and I are at the gym. We were talking and we thought it would be nice if we all took a trip sometime soon,” He said, his enthusiasm annoying you.
“Okay, that sounds fun,” You yawned, “Now are you gonna let me go back to sleep?”
“Okay, we’ll talk about the trip later, I forgot you sleep until three at any chance you get,” He teased, and you could hear him smiling like an idiot.
“You’re an asshole.”
“Love you too.”
“Alright, well, I’ll see you soon. Bye.”
“Bye,” He said. You hung up and lightly tossed your phone next to you, groaning as you desperately tried to fall back asleep; eventually succeeding, you woke up to another phone call, once again from Steve.
“Steve, what the hell?”
He laughed a little bit, “Get up. Get ready.”
“Why?” You asked, pushing the blankets off of your legs and standing up.
“We’re going to be there to pick you up in ten minutes, so get off your lazy ass and get ready,” He ordered.
“Yes sir,” You said, “I’ll see you soon,” You hung up. You brushed your teeth and hair and changed into tight, dark jeans, and a white t-shirt. You ate a quick breakfast- just a granola bar- and slipped into your socks and sneakers.
Steve sent you a text to let you know that they were parked outside. You stepped out of the door and climbed into the backseat next to Bucky. Natasha was seated in the passenger seat, her fingers intertwined with Steve’s, their mess of hands rested on Nat’s thigh.
“You guys are gross,” You said, buckling your seatbelt, earning a nod in agreement from Bucky and an unnecessary kiss between the two lovebirds.
“Disgusting,” Bucky added.
“Thank you,” Natasha said, “we try to be as disgusting as possible,” She smiled and looked back at you and Bucky in the backseat.
There was once a time when you were “disgusting” like that with Bucky. That was years ago, you were just teenagers then. You both tried not to talk about it. Your relationship started with a drunken hookup- at a party Steve threw while your parents were out of town- and ended only six months later. You decided to stay good friends after everything, trying not to be childish about the breakup.
Steve pulled out of your driveway, starting down the street to the coffee shop that was only a mile away from your house- and also where you worked. Before you knew it, he was parking the car in a parking space right near the door of the shop, and everyone was unbuckling, opening their doors, and stepping out of the car.
Once inside, you, Nat, and Bucky sat own at a table while Steve got everyone their normal coffee orders.
“So where were you guys thinking we should go on the trip?” You asked as Steve came back over with the coffees. He handed you the cup and you thanked him as he passed out the rest of them and sat down next to his girlfriend.
“I think Maine would be nice,” Natasha suggested. Steve nodded in agreement as he sipped from his cup.
“Yeah, I hear it’s beautiful up there,” Bucky said.
“Sounds fun,” You turned to Steve. “Our grandmother has a house up there, I bet she’d let us borrow it for a couple weeks.”
“Yeah, we’ve gone up there a couple times,” He said, gesturing towards Natasha. “It’s very fun.”
“We don’t need to hear about your gross sex vacations,” Bucky interjected, taking a gulp of his iced coffee. You giggled a little bit as both of their faces went a little red.
“Anyway..We can head up tomorrow, sound good?” Steve suggested, everyone agreeing. “Great. Everyone be ready by ten, I’ll pick you up around then.”
You chatted and laughed until Steve drove you the absurdly short distance back to your apartment. He stepped out of the car before you walked away the building, giving you a hug before you went inside.
Imagine your current boyfriend finding out your ex boyfriend
“Grant? You were dating Grant Ward?” Stevie said as a few of you sat around the kitchen table, discussing old stories.
“I did. However I would like to say I have a much better one now.” You sat as you took at metal hand in yours.
“I am confused, who is Grant Ward?” Bucky asked as Natasha and Clint looked at you, as you looked that the table.
“Grant Ward was a level 7 agent, he was good, but not as good as me. He worked well as a solo agent, however he joined an secret task force of agents, which was lead by the once dead Director Coulson. He was one of the best, and when Hydra took over, it was revealed…"
"It was revealed that he was an undercover Hydra agent along with one of the commanding officers in the overthrow.” You said as Bucky turned his head towards you, “I had no idea, he was also having an affair with Agent May, his relationships, while highly unadvertised, were an attempt to find intel along with take us off guard."
And then you felt Bucky’s hand pull away, and you heard the chair push out next to you.
"Guess he didn’t like the news.” Clint said as you looked up.
“No. But that might be because I told him about how I was engaged to my last boyfriend.” You whispered, “and I never told him who my ex was or his past affiliations."
"So you dated a Hydra agent?” Steve asked
“Yes, and now I am dating their ex super soldier. Guess I have a type.” You snapped before leaving the room, and hurried to the training room.
"Bucky!“ You shouted from the balcony in the training room, looking down at your boyfriend who was beating the shit out of a punching bag, "BUCKY!"
"WHAT!” He screamed as he punched the bag so hard it fell from the chain.
“I want to talk to you, and I know…"
"Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, trying his hardest to remain calm.
“Because it wasn’t relevant at the time, nor is it something I am really proud to admit.” You said as you looked down at him, seeing the anger in his eyes.
“And you thought it wasn’t important to mention that you were romantically involved with…”
“It wasn’t like I WAS HYDRA! I called it off the moment he tried to ask me to join him at his side. I don’t even have the ring anymore, I have burned everything to do with the man, and I moved on! Yeah I have to go interogate him occasionally for the director but it isn’t like I am sleeping with him!” You screamed as he looked at you, tears forming in your eyes
“Do you love him?” Bucky asked as you looked at him in shock.
“What?” you hissed
“Do. You. Love. Him?”
“No.” You hissed as Bucky took a step
“Do you love me?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“Do you love me [Y/N]? Or do you love the man I remind you of?”
“James Barnes, I don’t think I have ever heard you ask a more ridiculous question in my life.”
“Well it seems valid to me, I mean you dated a hydra leader before, tell me, does dating a Hydra solider make you feel like you are with him again? Does it remind you of what it was like before shit hit the fan, before you called it off with him?”
“James stop.” You warned as he took another step, now almost under the balcony as he looked up at you.
“Are you with me…. only because I once said Hail Hydra?”
Now the tears were falling freely down your face as you looked into his light brown eyes, he looked as broken as you felt in that moment.
“James Barnes. I have no more love for that man in my body, I left him, not just because he was hydra but because he used me and lied to me. He broke my heart, and you… you fixed it. I am not dating you because you are the Winter Solider, or because you have been associated with Hydra, but because you are one of the most incredible men I have ever met. You made me feel something I never thought I would feel again, and I loved you for that. Since the day he asked me to chose a side, and told me he was going to be the one to end me, I never thought I would feel truly safe again, and then I laid in your arms for the first time, I never thought I would feel capable again to be a good agent, and then you showed me anyone can change, and inspired me. I may never forgive myself for my involvement in the fall of Shield, and the rise of Hydra, for allowing myself to be blinded by what I interpreted as love, but Bucky Barnes you make me forget the hurt, if only for a while. You are the one person who keeps me sane, and I never love Ward like I love you.”
“[Y/N]…..” Bucky sighed as you backed away from the railing of the balcony and he heard the door slam behind you. He couldn’t move, his hand went to his face as he thought of how petty the whole dispute was. She was right, she was never a member of the organization responsible for all the evil he had done. She also never lied, he never asked her about her association with the organization before and she probably never wanted it to be brought up, in fear of his reaction. And now she was hurt, and probably crying somewhere alone all because he was jealous of a ghost from her past. As he lowered his hand and started towards the door he saw it fly open, you standing there. He looked at you as you went running forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder as he hugged you back.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Bucky.” You whispered as he tried to formulate words to tell you. And as he tried, your phone started to ring. You pulled back and wiped your eyes, as you looked at the name on the screen and picked up.
“Director.” You said, still in Bucky’s arms as you tried to sound as normal as possible, “No sir, I am fine. Are you calling with a mission?”, Bucky wiped a tear from your face as you listened to the director’s words, “Do I need to come interrogate him?” Bucky tucked your hair behind your ear as you lifted your hand to your mouth, “I understand Sir, I appreciate the call. I look forward to seeing you soon Sir.” And then you hung up.
“What was that all about?” Bucky asked as you slowly lowered the phone to your side
A/N:so I’m thinking about making this a series???? I’m thinking maybe some lowkey Beauty and the Beast vibes, some good old fashioned vampire romance bc vampires were the actual reason I even got into reading and then writing, one of the first things I wrote was about vampires, I’ve done entire stories on them, I’ve written 600+ pages in one of them so vampires, for me, are pretty nostalgic so the link for this is vampire!Jimin (here)
Vampires weren’t as terrifying as you’d expected them to be. You had gone into the castle expecting blood to drip from their mouths and sharp fangs, soulless eyes and cold words. But instead, you met the son of the “king,” a gentle soul with more compassion in his little finger than a lot of humans you knew. He enjoyed the little things in life, things you would overlook in a heartbeat. The way music could transport you, the way some friendships truly could last a lifetimes, several in his case.
- It was one of Rafael’s favorite stories to tell, his favorite memory from College… and one of his most prized fairy tales he’d relay to tether you back to Earth whenever you felt yourself floating away…
What does the studious boy from the Bronx do when he finds time to himself? Sit alone at a coffee shop that made him choke when he read the prices of a cup on the menu board.
Well, it was hard not to. Typically, someone said ‘excuse me’ when they were asking for something: permission, forgiveness, a moment of someone’s time. At least, that was Rafael Barba’s understanding.
However, this time, apparently the lack of context changed the meaning.
She was not asking for anything, no- she happily snatched the newspaper right out of his hands. Who did that? He had been minding his own business, sitting at a little cafe in an uncomfortable metal chair and nursing a cup of coffee. It was rare for the law student to get much time to himself, but this particular Thursday- he had absolutely nothing going on for at least three hours.
And he would certainly not excuse her without at least biting back.
Hiiiiii! Poyo Welcome to my blog!!! Oops I should probably introduce myself my name is Kirby! Poyo!I’m on my way to become a fledged star warrior! And now I’m Meta Knight’s apprentice. It’s been one year since I defeated Nightmare but now a new threat has come to Dream Land. A lot of things are happening. Your gonna have to wait until the story unfolds until then feel free to ask me some question. And Sir, oh I mean Meta-Knight Poyo! See you soon!
I was jamming to some Motown classics and was listening to My Girl by the Temptations I’m going to try and do this from Tom’s point of view…we shall see how this goes. He’s having a bad day and Reader is the only thing that gets him through.
Today was turning into a crappy day. I woke up late and didn’t get to have coffee, my early meeting was cancelled. No one told me until I walked into the building. The only thing that was getting me through this day was the fact that I had Y/N.
She called me random to tell me that she loved me, “You don’t know how much I needed to hear that.” I sighed. “Why what happened?”
“Stupid shit. I’ll be coming home early.” I sighed. “Yay! I’ll have your favorite tea hot and ready when you walk in.”
I couldn’t help but smile, “Thanks love.” The wind blew causing the temperature to drop, “Shit it’s freezing. I’m own my way.” I hung up and waited for the driver to pull back up. I stood shivering and to make matters worse the paparazzi came storming out of nowhere. “Please not today.” I mumbled.
The car finally pulled around and I hopped in a quickly as I could. “Home please.” I said quietly to the driver, he nodded and drove off. I noticed that after staying in the same spot for nearly 15 minutes that traffic was backed up. “What’s going on mate?”
“There was an accident.” The driver said. “Bloody hell.” The car didn’t move for 30 minutes straight. “Do you think you could take another route? I need to get home.”
The driver looked around, “Sorry sir. I’m completely trapped.”
“Fuck.” I murmured. I called Y/N,”Hey!” She answered cheerfully. “Hey babe, I’m stuck in traffic. It doesn’t look like it will ease up anytime soon.”
“Well how far away are you?” She asked. “About 5 blocks.”
“Just walk and tip the driver for his troubles.”, “That’s actually a good idea. I’ll see you soon.”
“Excuse me sir, I’m so sorry but I’ll just walk the rest of the way.” I pulled out 2 hundred dollar bills and apologized for the inconvenience.
I walked at a steady pace until I heard thunder. “No way.” Just like in a some movie, rain started falling heavily. Completely giving up on the day I somberly walked the rest of the five blocks and saw that traffic was no longer at a standstill.
You were anxiously waiting for Tom to arrive back home. You checked your watch and sighed, “Oh damn.” You saw the rain fall heavily and gasped. You knew he was still out there making his way home. You put on your rain gear and ran out of the suite. You stood out front and saw his figure slowly making it’s way toward you. You ran to him and hurried him inside. He was shivering, “Baby. I could’ve met up with you and brought you an umbrella.”
He sighed, “I didn’t want you coming out here.” You ran to the back to get a few towels and helped him get out of his wet clothes. “I’ll cut on the fireplace.”
Tom changed into some dry clothes and sat on the couch, staring off into space. “Here you got sweetie.” You said handing him a hot cut of tea and draping a blanket over him. He smiled and took a sip and sighed. You went to the vintage record player he had bought you and put on a some relaxing music.
“Hungry?” You turned around and he just shook his head ‘no’.
I watched as moved around the living room try to make me comfortable She walked up to the fire place and turned the knob. I watched as the flames glowed off of her beautiful brown skin. “You’re so beautiful.” I mumbled. She looked up, “Huh?”
“Come here.” I said softly, she smiled and got up. I motioned for her to sit on my lap, “Thank you.”
“For what?” She asked, resting her chin on top of my head. “For being amazing.”
She laughed and ran her fingers through my damp hair. “You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, right?” She asked looking me in the eye. “I know.”
She smiled and kissed my forehead. “Can we get married like right now?” I joked. She laughed and shook her head, “I want it done the proper way.”
For the rest of the day I laid in her arms as we watched the fire burn in front of us. I was honestly the luckiest man alive.
The mood of the group wasn’t good, the silence was terrifying to the point of having the feeling of guilt crushing on
everyone’s shoulders. No one had the courage to say something, no one feel worthy to cry. At that time the powerful Avengers were fighting once again their own demons. No use thinking now about what could have happened if the team had acted differently. No use pointing fingers or fighting,
was to blame and they knew it.
Once Dr. Cho appeared in the waiting room, Clint rose from the ground where he sat in silence. He was the one who mattered most to know first, to say something or to cry, but he seemed to use the rest of his force to be able to stand there without falling apart.
“She suffered heavy consequences, we had to do a surgery to contain a clot in her brain, fixed her ribs and her right leg. But …” the doctor bit her bottom lip, trying to contain her emotions and be more professional as possible.
“But what?” Clint’s voice was cold, his lips forming a thin line as his eyes were distant.
“She’s in a coma. I’m so sorry, Clint.”
When he wasn’t on a mission, Clint visited her every day. He took her favorite fresh flowers, fluffed her pillow, massage her feet and talked about what was going on the tower. He did this already for eight months. He tried not to give up, tried to hear Dr. Cho and Natasha. He was pretending he was strong, but everyone knew that was just an act. Everyone knew that after the first week in which he was about to give up living, would be difficult to keep him totally positive.
“So, Tony just reformed our room the way you wanted. You need to get out of this bed so I can show you.” Clint muttered as he looked at her hand and made a little affection with his thumb. “You need to get out of this bed and help me to make fun of that tiny iron.”
“W-where… am I?” her voice came out hoarse and weak, but made Clint jump slightly from the chair and look at her as if he was hallucinating. He wasn’t prepared, but as soon as he came to himself, he was quickly hugging her and kissing her all over her face. “S-sir…”
“Yes, my love? Oh, wait, let me call Dr. Cho!”
Clint pulled away reluctantly, but soon left the room to return a few minutes later with a woman with a
lab coat. She looked at the doctor a little confused, she felt completely lost and weak, her throat bothered and her back ached slightly.
“(Y/N), do you know who I am?” Dr. Cho asked, approaching and gently holding her wrist to measure her heartbeats.
“Of course! We studied together, by the way, what I’m doing here?” she asked impatiently and pursing her lips.
“You suffered a serious accident during a mission, young lady.” Cho ignored her whimpering, continuing to make the general check before finally look quickly towards Clint.
“What? Mission? Are you trying to make a joke?” she said louder now, no more putting up all that bullshit. (Y/N) held tight the tubes that were still attached to her arm and yanked them without fear and then jump out of bed. “
I’d never work for CIA or FBI, I already told you that!”
“Oh, shit…” Dr Cho put her hands to her lips, feeling the horror of the situation, her eyes were again towards Clint who seemed frozen in place. “(Y/N), wait..”
“Wait? WHAT?” the youngest put her hands on her hips, not bothering to hide her irritation. “And who the hell are you, sir? Do you like what you see?”
Clint seems to come back to you with that sentence, he stared at the woman in a mixture of sorrow and joy for her to be there. As she did not remember about him? Why she did not remember anything? The irony of the situation is even worse because she had said the same thing the first time they met. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, before simply leave the room and leave her with the doctor.
A month has passed since (Y/N) wake up, she remembered most of the avengers, not the memories of some days before the accident, but at least it was something. But she could not remember almost nothing about the archer. That worried the group. Would she not remember? Would Clint stay forever doing missions followed missions to avoid staying at home?
“I feel it’s my fault. I can not remember, but I feel like there’s something between us.” (Y/N) murmured low, as she wiped some tears from her face quietly before facing the billionaire. “Tony, what he and I have?”
“Hm, you have been dating for years. Probably would even marry.” the brunette replied promptly, frowning, the group had agreed not to say anything since Clint himself had not, but he could not stand it anymore.
“You… You can help me remember? Maybe that image processing or something like that?” she bit her lower lip, she felt compelled to remember about him.
“Are you sure? This might hurt.”
“Just do it, Tony.”
Then they started treatment bolting up in the laboratory, after a few hours it was possible to hear (Y/N)’s cries of pain. Tony had to close his eyes or stare at the floor several times to contain his will to stop everything. She had
post-traumatic amnesia, that probably never would work. Suddenly the lab door exploded into pieces, making Tony flinching scared. When looking toward the entrance he found Clint holding his bow and arrow, a furious glare and an uncontrolled breathing.
“What the fuck are you doing? Turn it off. Now!” the archer grunted, running toward the chair where (Y/N) was still crying in pain, holding her in his arms when he was close.“My love? Babe, are you okay? Can you hear me?”
“Why I can not remember? I need to remember! I know I love you, but I need to remember the reasons!” she cried desperately holding up on his shirt. "Forgive me, Clint. Oh, God, forgive me for not remembering"
“Hey, (Y/N), stop. Just listen to me, you want to stay with me? If so, we can start all over again, together. New memories." Clint was trying to keep his voice calm, squeezing her against him. I did not care if Tony was seeing or if anyone had followed him up there.
"Are you sure?” (Y/N) stared with teary eyes, biting her lower lip a little insecure, but at least she was calming down.
“Sure thing, (Y/N). You had me once again at: and who the hell are you, sir? Do you like what you see?”
Soon Christmas came slowly, followed the new year. Clint and (Y/N) were starting over, gradually building new memories together and with the help of the group. And one night, which Tony called everyone to sit in the room, drink and talk… (Y/N) lost her breath suddenly, leaving her bottle of beer fall and shatter on the floor. For a moment she almost followed the same path, feeling the dark vision take her, if wasn’t the agile arms of Clint getting in the way.
“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” the whole group tensed, not understanding what was happening.
“Why the hell do not you hear me? I said it was a fucking ambush!I blew up from the building top! Tell me that you kill those bastards!” she groaned as she opened her eyes, there was no irritation in fact she ended up smiling and hugging strongly Clint.
Being a Singaporean, I feel like it’s my job to spread what this man has done to our country 50 years ago which impacted the life of millions 50 years later, and maybe more.
He was the founding father of Singapore, and he fought hard for the independence of Singapore. Singapore was once nothing but a mere fishing village, with slumps everywhere and almost no standard of living at all. But today, Singapore is a multi-racial and multi-religious country which accepts people from all walks of life. Today, Singapore has the lowest crime rate in the world. Today, Singapore has one of the most efficient transport system in the world. Today, all Singaporeans will be able to undergo at least 6 years of education regardless of their financial system. Today, Singaporeans can enjoy clean water and an abundance of electricity. The water is so clean that you can drink it out of the tap or from the toilet bowl, like literally. Today, most Singaporeans will be able to own a house on their own, even though they cannot afford it. Today, Singapore has one of the largest foreign reserves, and is one of the world’s largest exporter and importer. Today, Singapore has one of the lowest unemployment rate. Almost everyone has a job! The list goes on and on, and all these can happen only because of Mr Lee Kuan Yew.
It irks me how some Singaporeans used to blame him for everything that has gone wrong in Singapore. Blame him for the excessively high taxes on cars and the frequent breakdown of our MRT (train service). But do they know that because of the tax, lesser Singaporeans own cars, and that’s why our roads are not frequently congested? It takes only about 10 to 20 minutes to travel from one point to another whereas it’s 2 hours for the same distance in some country because of the heavy traffic? Singaporeans are complaining about the 30% tax into their CPF. But do they know that in countries like America and Canada, they are being taxed 40%? And CPF is like our own savings account which we can withdraw the money from when we are 55. The government is actually helping us to save the money to help us for our retirement, to prevent people from being broke and bankrupt after retiring.
I’m only 19-year-old, and the third generation of Singaporeans (after my parents and grandparents) so I will witness less of Mr Lee Kuan Yew’s action. But I’m living through the impact of his actions. I dare to go home alone at 3am because I’m not afraid of being mugged and raped. This is how safe Singapore is. I’m going to college this year despite my family’s financial situation. I actually have a life full of education. I have friends of different races, and religion, and country, all in Singapore. This is because Singapore is a cosmopolitan country. There is so much more I can do in this country, and there’s so much that I can do for this country, and I would like to thank Mr Lee Kuan Yew for all that.
The founding father of Singapore. Singapore’s first prime minister. Our leader.
I don’t know why, but I cried when I read the news about his passing when I woke up. I don’t usually care much for politics. But then I realised he really has done a lot for this country. I don’t care how many reblogs or likes this post gets. But I just want to get my message across to everybody in the world, that Mr Lee Kuan Yew is a great man and without him, ha I might even get the chance to post this on my laptop while sitting next to a working fan with a bowl of noodle in front of me. It was no doubt a heartbreaking news to know that he won’t be able to witness SG50, Singapore’s 50th Birthday. But I know that he will be there in spirit with us.
Thank you, sir. May you rest in peace. See you soon.
And then found her project file corrupted this morning….
Well at least I finished so that’s good! Ahahahadyinginside.
Yeah so I love this song and flower and mmm. I force fed it to my sister all Summer, she’s probably super grateful. I mean, who wouldn’t be?
So here’s my personal interpretation of the song yayyyy
Now class, do you like your teacher or not?
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Anybody holding back or didn’t nod
I’ll see you when class is done
You think that I’d really care, are you blind?
Go on, keep glaring like I’m just a brat, fine!
You versus me, we don’t match up at all
Cause I’m a grown man, at least…some might call
All of this petty talk, don’t mess around with me
I’m not kid so just cut it out! It’s not like I’m three
“You couldn’t handle this” you said time and again
Well your loss, ‘cause I win! Huh?
Now class, do you like your teacher or not?
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Anybody holding back or didn’t nod
I’ll see you around soon
Hey sir, I hate you, ya know?
Friends wouldn’t do this or make me feel so alone
Alright! Unanimous then, they all agree so take a win!
Hey sir, you think this is right?
Look at this homework I’ve let all just slip by
Is it bad if I wanted your hand? To help me like you did back then
Call me a kid all want but you know
You versus me, we’ve got some things the same though(?)
Falling in love, even I’ve felt it grow
‘Cause I’m mature now, at least…I think so
Give up the tough guy act, I know you’re not like that
I see right through all your poker faces
So now I’m all grown and don’t have to hold my hand
Step away, got it yet?
Now class, do you like your teacher or not?
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I could never just agree or go along
If it’s just an act to show them
Hey sir, I hate you, ya know?
Friends wouldn’t do this or make me feel so alone
Alright! Unanimous then, they all agree so take a win!
Hey sir, you think this is right?
Look at this homework I’ve let all just slip by
Is it bad if I wanted your hand? To help me like you did back then
Everybody always hanging ‘round all the time
Everybody smiling as you joke from behind
Finally it hit me that I’m watching go by the things that once were mine
Everybody always hanging ‘round all the time
All my favorite things were piling up in my mind
Though, you can never know how special they are
Until you feel them slipping by
Now class, do you like your teacher or not?
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Always “I” before “E”, except after “C”
(Always “I” before “E”, except after “C”)
Now then, do you all like my classes or not?
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Anybody holding back or didn’t nod
That would leave just me, am I wrong?
On and on, a thousand years gone
Meeting and leaving us at every day’s dawn
Give it up and get back in line, you could try one more time
Hey sir, you hate me or what?
Acting like we’re just some strangers at school, enough!
Alright! I do matter then, and I’m the vote you need to win
Hey sir, remember the days?
All that inside you’s still breaking, but you can change
Solving now, you’ve got me on your side
You’re home again this time
And we can laugh and grin
Just like we always did back then
“Let’s put a smile on that pretty little face of yours.”
You couldn’t help but stare at him. It wasn’t a look of affection or disgust but pure curiosity.
“Hello? i don’t like to be ignored.” the joker smiled, revealing his grilled teeth. “And its not polite to stare.”
You inhaled quietly and looked down at your papers in your arms.
“Uhm..” You shook your head and began walking towards him, “I’m here to ask you a few questions,Sir.”
The joker smirked at you. “Sir? I like that. Good to know i’m in control.”
“Says the man who’s locked up in a straight.” You easily replied, slamming your papers on the metal desk in front of you.
“Yes,Maybe you’re correct. But not for long Honey.” His smirk continued with his eyes looking at you devilishly.
“Look.” You stopped pacing to stand in front of him, your eyes bearing down at him as your body stood above his seated position, “I’m not here to play your games. I’m not your puppet. I’m here to ask you questions even if i have to pull your teeth out by doing so.”
A loud cackle of laughter filled the room, the joker smiled wide as he laughed.
“Wooh. I’m sorry but that just..That was funny, Doll.”
you gritted your teeth. “How so?”
“If you’re pulling my teeth..How can i reply to your questions?”
You growled quietly at his snotty remark. You figured the sooner you finish this work, the better.
“So, Why do you do this?”
The joker’s eyes peered at you, “And what do i do, exactly?”
“Destroy things, Try to kill the best man in Gotham..” You inhaled deeply, “Kill people.”
“Because, Why it’s fun!” The joker grinned.
Your face paled slightly and the joker did not take a liking to it as his grin faded.
“What? You think i’m serious? You think i kill people.. cause havoc because its fun?”
“i don’t know what to believe, Sir.”
he leaned forwards towards you, his mouth parting slowly in a smile.
“Those i kill are bad. Those of lives that i mess up, its for the better. and batman? Hes no saint. Once i’m gone, He will own everything. This city will be his. Thats not for the better.”
“Thats not true..” You shook your head.
Batman had protected Gotham for as long ad you remembered. Why would he ever want to tear it down? It made no sense.
“Everyone paints me as the bad guy. The king of crime. The..Monster of Gotham. I’m not bad, Miss. I just see things differently. I can see people. I know them before they even introduce themselves.”
“Oh,really?” you questioned as the joker nodded.
“Well..That would be kind of hard because i’m in handcuffs and there’s cameras all around so you’d probably get fired and..”
“No! God! Just..Shut up.” You groaned shaking your head at his childness.
“Okay..You were raised in a nice house with mommy and daddy in the suburbs. maybe out of state. You moved here thinking you had something special. That you would end up on top. You struggled a lot in this place but with your current job, you could actually afford real things for once. Like not ramen noodle every night dinners, which people seem to love, i just don’t understand..Anyways. You’re making it. Your not famous. Haven’t had your ‘big break’ yet but you’re doing okay but..Something’s changed. Something has gotten in the way of it all. something that hurt you. Recently.”
You looked up at the joker and for once you didnt see him as a monster. You seen him as a man. He wasn’t a bad guy in this moment, He was human.
You rose from your seat with a heavy sigh. The things he said made your gut twist and your head spin. This was not how it was supposed to go.
“Was I at least half true?” He smiled up at you.
“I think our interviewing session is done for today. I’ll see you soon, Sir.” You gathered your belongings and started to head out, Your heels clicking behind you.
“Come on Y/N. It’s just for a few hours, please” your dad begged
His best friend’s family were inaugurating today an institute they created, and since your mom wasn’t here to accompany him, he asked you. You finally accepted. You had nothing else to do anyway..
“Thank you honey ! Let’s get ready"
You went to your bedroom, looking for something to wear. Apparently, medias and celebrities would be present. Their family was pretty famous. In fact, you’ve never really met them despite when you were a little kid, but your father knew them well. So you had to be quite presentable.
Mmh… This will do for tonight: a beautiful beige short playsuit with black lace at the back. You wore beige heels, perfectly matching with it and took a black and gold purse. You put your hair in a pretty bun and did your make-up. When you were done, you went downstairs where your father was waiting.
“Waw…You’re splendid honey” he complimented.
You playfully rolled your eyes at him before jumping in the car, heading straight to the institute. At your arrival, a lot of photographers, journalists and others were here. It was insane, you didn’t think they were THAT famous. You exited the car and started walking towards the entry. A guy was being interviewed by journalists, you had to pass behind him to enter the place. You followed your father that went to talk to some guy.
“Oh ! Y/F/N ! How are you man ?” this guy called as he saw your dad before hugging him.
“I’m good, thanks ! Congratulations for the institute !” then he touched your shoulder ‘Hey, you remember my daughter, Y/N ?”
“Oh my… How she’s grown ! She became a gorgeous young lady” the man mentioned.
You definitely didn’t remember him. You kept standing there, letting them talk. As you peered around you, your eyes met someones. That guy who was being interviewed. He was still talking to medias, but he kept staring at you for a moment, smirking. You were just like, hypnotized. Who was he ? You got out of your thoughts to look away. More and more people were coming. It was a big place tho.. It must have cost a lot.
“Ah ! Neymar, come over here !” your father’s friend called, but you didn’t pay attention, still not interested “Let me present you my son. Neymar, this is my dear friend Y/F/N”
“Hello Sir, nice to meet you”
When you turned to see the person’s face, you realized it was him. The same guy.
“And I present you his daughter. Y/N was it ?”
He looked at you, a small grin on his lips before he stretched his hand for a shake.
“Nice to meet you”
You blushed as hell and stretched your shaky hand, not even replying.
Neymar.. You already heard that name beforebu. God knows this is not a common name. At that thought, he quickly left to welcome other people.
Your father followed his friend, and on your side, you were visiting the institute. It was so big, you almost got lost. His face was everywhere: this Neymar. You finally found something that jogged your memory. He was a football player ! Neymar was a football player. Of course ! You saw his name on these boy’s jerseys in your school. Was he was that famous ?
When you stepped outside, a buffet drew your attention. You grabbed a drink and some appetizer. A group of high-class girls were on a corner, glancing at you, up and down. They were all wearing Chanel, Gucci, which made you feel strangely uncomfortable.
“Don’t pay attention to them. They only live for their daddy’s money” a voice declared beside you. Neymar.
“Don’t you too ?” you questioned ironically.
“Not really. I’m a grown man. But I still like when he tells me a bed time story ” he joked. It made you chuckle.
You looked back at these girls, they were rolling their eyes now. Some of them were like ‘suprised’ by something. Maybe because he was speaking with you ?
“Sorry but, I didn’t catch your name earlier ?” he questioned
“Pretty name” he smiled
“Thank you…” you thanked timidly
* * *
You kept discussing for a while, discovering that he wasn’t the type of player that keeps talking about football or about how rich he might be. He was pretty cool.
“What about go-” he started, but the singer’s declaration cut him off
“Neymar, Bro ! This song is for you ! Enjoy !”
He laughed and looked back at you.
“Wanna dance ?” he proposed
“Oh no, I don’t really know how to dance…” you confessed, embarrassed
“Come on” he came closer to whisper “ I don’t know either"
You both laughed as he took your hand, pulling you to dance. It was a brazilian song. You tried to move your feet in rhythm. He gave you an encouraging glance and took you by your waists. Normally, you’d push him , but it felt kind of good actually.
Almost everybody was watching you two. You hated drawing attention on you. He noticed you embarrassment and whispered: “Just think about me, we’re having a great time together ah ?"
Indeed, you were. Having a great time, but also thinking about him.
* * *
At the end of the day, your father joined you to go back home.
"You’re ready ? We can go ?” he asked
You were looking around, trying to find Neymar. He left you a couple of minutes ago to help someone. You kept looking, but you didn’t find him. Maybe you were just another guest for him. Whatever.
“Yeah.. Let’s go”
After passing a crowd, you were about to enter your car when you felt someone touching your hand. The person had put something in it. When you turned, you saw it was him.
“Thank you for coming Sir ! Hope to see you again soon” he announced to your father, before winking at you.
He closed your door, waved and left.
On the road, you opened discretely the paper he gave you. “It was an amazing day, here’s my phone number (just if you want me to teach you how to dance) Beijo”. His message made you giggle.
“Why are you laughing ?” your father interrogated
“Oh no nothing.. I just remembered something"
Days after days, months after months.. you and Neymar became really close. You were seeing each other in secret (hiding from paparazzi and medias, but most of all, from your parents. You didn’t want them to know about your relationship because you knew how they’d react).
"Listen Y/N, I can’t stand it anymore.. We can’t continue hiding from our parents. It’d be so easier if they knew about us"
This made you reflect. You were scared about that idea, but he knew how to reassure you.
*A few months later*
Neymar’s family had been invited to dinner at your house. It was the day Neymar wanted to tell them about your relationship. When they arrived, you greeted his parents and his sister, letting them coming in. When he entered, you smiled at each other, acting normally.
During dinner, you were sat on a side, next to his sister (that was really nice, you quickly got along), and he was at the other side, between your father and his father. Everything was going well, despite the fact that you couldn’t stop looking at each other.
Nobody was talking now. It was the perfect moment. You were really scared.. What would happen if they didn’t accept it ?!
"Hum.. I wanted to tell you something important” Neymar started, a little nervous.
“We listen to you” your mother encouraged. She then looked at you. Omg, that look ! She knew ! She obviously knew about you and him ! Your eyes widened. She gently tapped your knee under the table and smiled.
“Well hum. I have been knowing your family for almost 3 months now, and I really like you, I respect you very much"
You father smiled to him, waiting for him to continue.
"And I wanted you to know that you, Sir, and Madam, have a wonderful girl. She’s cute, funny, and very kind. What I’m trying to say is that.. I love her, I love Y/N. And she respects you so much that she was afraid to tell you that we are together.. So here I am”
Your father’s face instantly changed. His father’s too.
After a long silence, his father spoke:
“I.. don’t know what to say…. Y/F/N ?”
“I don’t know either.. It’s..” your father started, but he couldn’t finish his sentence
You had to speak. You had to say something.
“Dad… I love him too, & I… I really want you to understand that you raised me well. You and mom. I know what I’m doing and you know this family better than I do. So what is the problem ?”
He gaze at you, then at him:
“There’s no problem.. But Neymar, let me warn you, my daughter is-”
“The most precious thing you have this world. I know.. I will treat her like a princess. She was raised by a queen and a king after all”
It made your heart melt, tears were rolling down your cheeks. Your father nodded and took him in his arms, tapping his back.
“Well, my dear friends.. Cheers to our lovebirds !” his father declared, rising his glass.
They all laughed. You looked at Neymar as he mouthed you an “I love you”. You blew him a quick kiss, and you all rose your drinks.
Imagine: CelebratingValentine’s day with Neymar through Facetime, because you’re studying abroad.
Neymar:“Oi, Happy Valentines, Meu Amor! It’s sad that I can’t celebrate this day with you, but here are some flowers for you, for my baby, for my honey bunch, for my darling, for my apple pie. Catch them, okay? I miss you so much, Y/N.”
Y/N:“Aww. Happy Valentines, Neymar my love. Yes, it’s so sad, but hey, at least we did some adjustments just to celebrate Valentines day, thanks to technology, but it’s better if I can hug and kiss you my baby. I miss you too, so much.”
Neymar:“I know, just remember study well, and I’ll train well. I will not go to any bar tonight, just here at my house with friends. Don’t forget to eat your meals, don’t stress out, just relax, okay? I’ll see you soon.”
Y/N: *laughs* “Yes sir, I’ll study well! Keep safe on the fields, always be in time, I’m not there to wake your lazy ass for an early morning training. Yes, I trust you. I love you, bye baby! I’m going to be late for school I’ll call you when get home.”
Request: (The biggest plus to me doing that masterlist
is I know you haven’t done anything like this so I am super duper pumped. Its
kind a broad because I trust your creative brilliance Louisa <3) Teenage
Winchesters, our two beloved brothers, and their (reader) little sister are in
the school when a school shooting happens.
Word Count: 1,612
Oh, gosh, I hope I did
this some level of justice. I’ll be honest, I don’t know massive amounts about
school shooting protocol (I come from a tiny town in the UK where the worst gun
crime is a seven-year-old shooting a pensioner with Nerf bullets) so I’m sorry
if this is completely off track! All my love; have an awesome day!<33
Another school, another awkward three weeks of pretending to
fit in with one clique or another. It’s always just uniform for you at this
point, and, similar to Dean, you’ve come to accept it.
You’re stuck in the middle of a dreary History lesson – the
teacher, a middle-aged man with roaming eyes and little consideration for
political correctness, has repeated the outline of the Corn Laws about a dozen
times already. You’re sat with one of your ‘friends’, playing a game of hangman
in your book, at the back of the class. You’re just about to get hanged when a
shrill alarm rings out through the classroom. The room freezes and falls into
silence, waiting until the robotic voice calls out over the tannoy to inform
you all of the threat.
Shooter active – repeat,
shooter active. Entering lockdown. Enter lockdown strategy.
“What the hell is lockdown strategy?” Calls a voice from the
front, and you try to ignore the icy voice spreading through your veins as
people begin to panic. This school is in a pretty nice area, gun crime is down
and social niceties are in.
“I’m going to barricade us in,” The man at the front says
calmly, although his face is pale and fingers shaking, “And you’re going to sit
safely under the desks.”
“No way!” Comes the first protest quickly followed by, “We’re
Multiple protests echo throughout the classroom while you
begin quickly forming plans in your mind. You watch as chaos quickly unfolds,
but stay stone-still yourself with only one thought in your mind.
Gotta find Sam and Dean.
Dean is a senior, so he’ll be somewhere in the upper black
where the seniors get most of their lessons. Sam, on the other hand, could be anywhere.
You quietly reach into your bag and pull out the pocket knife
you keep concealed in there. While the teacher tries to rein in the riot, you
slip out of the ajar door and into the corridor. You take off, making a quick
decision to go for Dean first. He’ll know what to do; he always does. You
clutch the knife in your hands and keep a close radar for hiding spots.
It’s a lucky thing you do as after a few moments, you hear
footsteps down the corridor behind you. You dive into an open storage closet
and conceal yourself behind boxes of cleaning product. You watch from between a
crack in the stacks as the figure walks past, thankfully not sparing you a
second glance – a man, you notice, face concealed by a black balaclava. He
carries a scary looking gun that not even you’ve ever seen before. You hold
your breath as the footsteps head out of the building.
You take off running again, heading through the corridors and
aiming for the rooms you know Dean will be-
You collide with something solid, just barely giving way
beneath your weight. You’re about to scream but a hand clamps over your mouth
and you’re about to stab whoever it is, when-
“Y/N, Y/N, hey!” Dean hisses, “What the hell are you doing?”
“I came to find you.” You whisper, “We need to get Sam.”
“I know,” He agrees, “He’s in math, c’mon. Stay behind me.”
Tucked in the back of Dean’s jeans is a handgun, but he
doesn’t have it out for fear of being mistaken for the real gunman. You’ve
taken all of three steps when you hear three gunshots and a scream, causing you
to freeze. Dean gives you a tug and a reassuring smile.
“We’ll be fine, Y/N. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He
promises, and you nod. The two of you head towards the math classrooms and, on
the way, meet up with Sam. Once you’re together, you dip into another closet
and begin to form a plan.
“We need to help people,” You insist, “It shouldn’t be hard –
three of us against one of him.”
Dean frowns, instincts telling him to get the three of you out
of there and screw the rest. However, a voice over the tannoy causes all of you
to freeze in place.
“Well, hello, staff and
students!” It calls jovially, turning your stomach, “Just checking in to let you know that I’ve sealed off all exits, so there’s no escape. You’re
all going to die today – just so you know. Don’t be fighting back, now, unless
you want three rounds in your gut!”
He cuts off with a psychotic laugh and you chew on your lower
lip, looking between your older brothers.
“We need a plan,” Sam decides as another gunshot sounds
followed by three more. You all wince in sync and Dean finally nods, agreeing
with you both.
“Y/N, will you be able to fit into a vent system?” He asks and
you nod, looking up at the grate in the wall.
“You hit the vents and figure out his route. Report back to us
and we’ll go in and take him out, deal?”
“Sure thing.” You nod. Dean pulls the cover off of the vent
and boosts you up – with a promise to stay safe, you scoot through and into the
You quickly find the offender, taunting a class of juniors
with their impending doom. The teacher lie on the floor, bleeding heavily, and
You’d be able to take him out right here – but Dean would
never forgive you. When the man looks up, you retreat quickly and make your way
back to your brothers.
“He’s in the English department,” You report, “If we’re quick,
we can get him.”
Your brothers exchange a look and nod – you all come to a
silent agreement and take off running towards the English department. Once you
reach the too-bright wall displays and dictionary-lined shelves, your footsteps
come to an almost silent pace and you follow Dean, peering into each classroom
as you go. When you do find the man
with the gun, you all wait outside – you and Sam on one side, and Dean on the
He’ll have to come out sooner or later, and the element of
surprise is your best bet.
Sirens echo in your mind again and again as someone tucks a
blanket around your shoulders and ushers you towards an ambulance. You try,
again and again, to assure them that you’re not injured and that you just have
to find your brothers – who are nowhere in sight, worrying you more than the
flashing blue lights – and leave. Paramedics and police officers swarm you and
ask questions and shove reassurances at you, but everything feels muffled. The
first thing you really hear is
someone calling out your name.
“Y/N?!” Dean yells, searching through the throngs of people,
trying to find your face. You hear his call and rise to your feet, shrugging
off the blanket. You ignore the calls of the adults behind you and race to your
brother, barrelling into him and embracing his midsection tightly.
“Hey, woah,” He grins, hugging you back, “It’s okay. We’re
okay. But we need to get out of here now, okay?”
You nod and let him lead you away as he explains your quick escape.
“We need to go before the TV crews get here or the cops figure
out we don’t have a guardian coming to pick us up – they’ll start asking questions
“We really don’t
want social services involved. Got it. Where’s Sam?”
“In the car. He got to me before I came to find you – c’mon!”
He grabs your hand and leads you through the throng of people. You get into the
car and Dean drives back to the motel – you lock the door and barricade yourselves
safely inside, before getting to work finding snacks to get over your day.
You haven’t been in the room for five minutes when your
cellphone rings and you jump a mile – you’re more shaken than you thought. You
answer, finding your dad on the other end of the phone.
“Y/N, turn to Channel 4 News.” He instructs. You turn on the
TV and do so, finding it plastered with images of your school.
“Oh.” You murmur, watching as the report details your
The gunman is believed
to have entered through the roof and made his way through the school, wreaking
havoc. Two people have been left dead and four injured, but we’re lead to
believe that the casualty toll would be much higher were it not for three
New to the school, the trio
reportedly surprised the attacker outside a classroom and ambushed him. He is
now in hospital, being treated for a serious concussion and mild amnesia. The students’
identities are unknown as of this moment, but we can understand that they are
unaccounted for and have not been seen since fleeing the scene, moments after
leaving the school.
More on that in the next
hour. Right now, onto-
“I can explain,” You say insistently, “Dad, we-“
“Y/N, I’m not angry. I’ll be home tomorrow – until then, do not
leave that room, you hear me?”
“Good. I’ll see you three soon, alright?”
“Okay.” You whisper, rather shellshocked. You end the call and
the three of you sit in silence for a few moments.
“Sam?” Dean asks after a moment. The middle Winchester looks
up at his brother with a quirked eyebrow.
“You still got those tapes from the charity drive last year?”
“Movie marathon?” He suggests and you grin, nodding in
The three of you pull out the tapes, grab some snacks, and
settle down to relax for the evening – God knows you damn well deserve it.