I Just… I Don’t Know How To Say Goodbye. (insp)

I just… I don’t know how to say goodbye. (insp)

It’s For My Little Brothers

Characters: Winchester brothers x older sister reader. John mentioned.

Words: 1800

You have a little tradition of going to the nearest supermarket to buy some snacks to your brothers and you, just to see the smile on their faces.

[Angst, fluff, character death]

A/N: I packed this one full of gifs, couldn’t resist :)

You wandered, a little cautiously, through the aisle of the small store, looking for the pie. It was an early fall morning and you had left your little brothers, 7 and 3, at the motel. At only 10 years old, it was debatable if you should be out alone at such an odd hour, but you were independent and also with the information you had, you knew there were far worse things to be scared of.

You found the pie for Dean, and hurried to the checkout where you paid for it along with the candy you had gotten yourself and your other brother Sam.

10 minutes later you put the key in the keyhole and unlocked the front door of your room. Instantly, both of their heads perked up from the two beds, Dean’s dark blonde and Sam’s curly, slightly darker one. To see their faces light up was the reason for your occasional expedition, that along with the fact that you wanted to have something to do.

You held up the plastic bag with a grin, so that they could see what you had gotten.

“Yes!” Dean exclaimed, eyes round with excitement.

Sam giggled with his hazel orbs twinkling, as he followed his big brother towards his big sister. As you put the things on the table, Dean sat down by it. You pulled out a chair for Sammy, and helped him up. You soon sat down too, and then you enjoyed the sweets together with them.

It was a nice, simple moment, just how you liked it. Although, you had already been introduced to a much darker worldview by your father, and nothing would be the same. As you looked at your innocent brothers, you hoped they wouldn’t have to know. But you knew that your dad even now thought about letting Dean in on the secret, which you didn’t know what to do about. You wanted to talk to him, but he also intimidated you.

Hopefully Sam would at least live in innocence a while longer.

You strode through the aisle searching through the shelves for the apple pie, 14 and more comfortable to be on your own. However, you wanted to make it quick, not for your own sake, but for what could happen when you were away. You had seen enough evil to worry like that. Once you found it, you grabbed a packet of pie and walked towards the checkout. For yourself and Sam you had gotten some cake.

Soon you were walking back towards the motel, absentmindedly flinging the plastic bag back and forth with each step. The air was crisp, and there was close to no one outside. You enjoyed the walk, it was the only time you got to be alone. Not that you didn’t like being with your brothers, but it was nice to just be on your own. As you were away, you liked to pretend as if you were no one special, you were just an ordinary kid, nothing different with your life.

But you were needed in your family, you were the protector. Well, your dad were the one who physically killed the threats, at least mostly. But you were the one who looked out for everybody, you were there if anyone wanted to talk and if anyone had gotten hurt. You always wore your head high, your little brothers behind you.

You checked twice before crossing the street, with the motel in sight. Soon you would be back inside with your dear brothers. You honestly didn’t mind being the protector, the one with responsibility. Because they were your world. You wished you could protect them from everything, sometimes even your father and his ideas. Dean had found out though, 4 years ago, when he was 7. Now, he had been training quite a few times, joining Dad and you. He was already a good shot.

Sam didn’t know yet though. And that was something you and Dean agreed on, to put it off as long as possible. The longer he could be just a kid, the better.

At 19, you winced as you pulled the seemingly heavy door open. You hardly noticed the bell ringing as you made your way into the store, slightly limping. Last night’s hunt got you bad, you had ended up with a deep cut in your thigh. Even though you had cleaned and stitched it up, it still hurt like a bitch. Dean had offered to join you, but you told him that you wanted to be alone, you wanted to clear your thoughts. And even though you appreciated him asking, you told him off. Always trying to not showing any weaknesses was a bad habit for you, but maybe that just came with you always having to look out for everybody else; you had to be strong. Some of the pressure came from your dad, but much was self inflicted. But, now wasn’t the time to do a phycological evaluation of yourself, you had other things to do.

You found the pie, still buying it for Dean, because you were nice like that. In your hands you already had some snacks for you and Sammy.

As it turned out, Dean was big on responsibility too. He just seemed to take it on, even if it wasn’t needed. You already had it covered. However, you let him worry about Sammy and the rest of you, even though you still kept the role as the one who really looked out for you siblings.

He was almost taller than you now. You had always been standing tall, and it felt weird. Though, Sam was still a little squirt so that made you feel better. He was 12 now, and already a hero. Your dad, you and Dean mostly put him on research, but when he came along he really was great. Both of your brothers were heroes, and you were proud.

You had graduated school, which led to that the dynamics of the family changed slightly. Earlier, it had been you, Dean and Sam, and then your father who was out hunting. But now you got to go along on the hunts all the time, while your little brothers still had school. It wasn’t something you had thought of before leaving school, but it had happened, and now you had adjusted. Soon, you would leave for another hunt with John, but you had been determined to go on another shopping trip before then. It had turned out to be a silly tradition for you, but you needed some constancy in your life.

You paid for the things and limped back to the motel.

Dean walked down the aisle to look for the pie. It was tradition, ever since he was little he had always gotten apple pie. However, it had always been someone else who had gotten it for him.

Besides of himself, an old lady and the cashier, the small store was empty. And it reminded him of you. Well, a lot of things did, and this was one of them. Every time he was in one, he always seemed to see you. Not in reality of course, but often he had to look twice, sometimes when it was a young woman who shared similarities with you, and sometimes it didn’t even have to be someone there. As he spotted the pies in the other end of the shelves, he could almost see you standing there, with your silky hair, familiar frame and clothes. You noticed him and smiled, that characteristic little smirk of yours.

Until he blinked twice, and you were gone, as always. And as every other time, his heart ached for you.

You were 21 years old when it happened, only in the beginning of your life. Dean was 18 and Sam was 14. A demon had shot you, and you had died. Just like that. He had been there, your blood had stained his hands, and his tears had fallen into your hair.

Sammy was at the motel, Dean was thankful for that and he knew you were too. Both of you didn’t want him to see the horrible scene, and he knew how you hated them seeing your weak moments.

Dean would always remember your pain, the tears in your eyes. How you had panted for air, the blood that pumped out of you. His father’s tears, never had he seen his father cry like that, not since Mom.

How they had to carry your cold, lifeless body out of there.

You last smile; you last words.

I love you. Tell Sammy I love him too.

Then the corners of your lips had pulled upwards, right before your eyes rolled back. Dean had closed them.

He was now older than you were, than you would ever be. He never thought that day would come, he never thought he would survive you, at least not so early. It had been 5 years already, he was 23 now. One year ago Sam had left for college, which left Dean alone for the most part, as he and John didn’t hunt together anymore.

What happened changed them all, for example, Dean had gone to a very dark place. He almost didn’t make it out. After some time Sam had gotten deep into the thought of leaving the hunting life behind, for something more safe; just like he wanted the remaining parts of his family to do the same.

Dean wasn’t ready however, to give up hunting that is. It was who he was, it was his life. More importantly, it had been your life.

Dean paid for the one single piece of apple pie, and left the angsty store behind. He jumped into the Impala, his home, and drove for a few minutes till he reached the mountains just outside the small town. There, he parked the car and sat himself on the hood, with his apple pie of course. The sun was shining, the air was fresh. It was quiet except for some birds chirping in the distance. The view was amazing, snow coated mountains, and dark green pine trees.

He enjoyed his apple pie in his loneliness, and thought of better times.

He remembered you, how strong you were. He still thought so, even when he got older and started seeing how broken you were inside through your eyes. How much crap you had seen, what the pressure on you shoulders had done to you. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, after all.

How he wished he had told you how much he looked up to you, but he was pretty sure you had already known.

You were a light, you shone brightly and burned out fast. And he would always, always, remember you.

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aaliyahsinger

5 years ago

Huntress- Part 25: The End

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place after S12 so warning:SPOILERS

A/N: this doesn’t follow a specific episode (although somethings are taken from S13), it’s just a stand-alone chapter I’ve written. This is the final chapter of the Huntress series, thank you all so much for keeping up with the series. I know it’s been a hell of a while since I started it, but I always knew I’d finish it and here we are! Any feedback is hugely appreciated, alongside likes/comments/reblogs. Love you guys x

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen Part Eighteen Part Nineteen Part Twenty Part Twenty One Part Twenty Two Part Twenty Three Part Twenty Four

6 months later

Uncle Dean had been distant ever since Mary and Cas had sacrificed themselves at the apocalypse world. You were sat at the table, picking at your food while you watched him. He was surrounded by books and had his laptop open on some strange alternate universe theories.

You braved saying something, “hey, Uncle De?”

He didn’t bother looking up, “kinda busy here, kid. Go talk to your Dad.”

It was strange seeing your Uncle so focused as he usually dipped in and out of research, leaving the bulk of it to Dad. But he was desperate. Jack, Lucifer’s son, was a strange addition to the bunker. He was incredibly sweet, but there was something off about him.

You frowned and pushed your plate back, standing up to go and read over Uncle Dean’s shoulder. “do you need any help?”

Uncle Dean didn’t trust Jack, saying that the son of Lucifer was a monster and needed to be dead. Dad had blind faith in him, trusting there was goodness in the boy. You were somewhere in the middle, weary of his presence, but you had to admit he seemed far too innocent to be pure evil.

Uncle Dean dropped the book he had onto the table and sighed loudly, “I said I was busy, okay?”

“You haven’t left this spot in days…” you slumped down into the chair next to him, “I can keep reading if you want to get some sleep?” You figured if he was going to insist on endless research, you might as well try and find a way to get him to sleep. He couldn’t rest until Cas and Mary were back.

“Y/N, please. Just go away.” He had a threatening undertone and his jaw clenched.

“De-”“I said go away!” He shouted, throwing his hands up, “go be useless somewhere else.”

Shocked, you stared at him for a moment with no clue how to respond.

“You think I’m useless?” You asked, hurt.Uncle Dean finally looked up, his eyes harsh and his nostrils flared.

But when his gaze landed on yours he sighed and his expression began to soften, “no.”

“I know what you’re going through, okay? You’re not the only one suffering here. So don’t take it out on me.” You huffed, standing up and leaving the room. He called after you, but you ignored him. You and your Dad had taken it hard too, but you both were dealing with yourselves better than Uncle Dean was.

You made your way to your Dad’s room, knocking before entering. He was sat on his bed, his laptop open on nearby cases and what looked like about 50 other tabs.

“Hey, bug.” He smiled, “you okay?”

You nodded and climbed on the bed, “you finding a case?”

“Yeah, well…maybe. Don’t seem to be many at the moment. So make the most of it, I guess,” He chuckled, but caught your blank face and frowned, “you sure you’re okay?”

“Do you think Uncle De’s gonna be okay?” You asked, looking up at him.

With a tight smile, he nodded slowly, “yeah. He just doesn’t process things easy. Probably just needs to let off some steam.”

“You’re tellin’ me.” You remarked.

“Did he say something to you?”

“Nothin’ awful,” you shrugged, only your Dad’s stern stare told you he wasn’t going to take some vague answer, “I offered to help …and then he told I was useless.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. it’s okay, though. I know he didn’t mean it. I just wish he’d talk to us.” You admitted, looking down at your hands.

Dad sighed, “yeah, me too. You want me to say anything to him?”

“No, no it’s fine.”

“You’re not, though, useless, you know that, right?”

“I am now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well ever since that weird alternate world, my powers have gone. So I’m pretty useless here.” You chuckled, but your seriousness seeped through.

“Well, I’ve seen you hunt. I’ve seen you put two and two together that no one else could, so I’d say you’re pretty far from useless.”

You breathed out a puff of air, “yeah. I guess.”

“Listen to your Dad, kid. He’s right.” Uncle Dean’s voice sounded. The two of you looked up to where he stood sheepishly in the doorway. In the light, his puffy eyes were more obvious, not to mention the drooped eyelids. He sat down next to you, leaving you between him and your Dad on the bed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You’re not useless. You’re damn useful…I know I’ve been pretty hard to deal with lately. It’s just, if there’s a chance that we can get Mom and Cas back,” he looked to his brother, then to you, “then I don’t wanna miss that chance.”

“We won’t. But we also won’t get anything done if we tire ourselves out like this.” Dad said.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Uncle Dean nodded.

“We should just do nothing for the night,” you said absentmindedly, forming an idea in your head, “just watch crap telly and eat crap food.”

Uncle Dean nodded, smiling, “I like the sound of that.”

“Let’s get popcorn. And ice cream.” You said excitedly.

“And beers!” Uncle Dean added, his eyes lighting up. Your Dad laughed at the two of you.You grinned at your Uncle, who put his arm around you and pulled you in for a side hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “what would we do without you, kid?”

—- —- —- —- —- —- —– —-

You sat in your room, hearing someone walk past and along the hallway. The second floorboard from your doorway always creaked and the door had a strange crackling sound when it closed. Your wardrobe was covered in photographs of you all and there was a cork-board on the wall for when a hunt needed some serious research.

You thought back to your first time in the room, when it was just a room. When it had been a hotel blue with basic furniture and nothing but a backpack in the corner to suggest the room belonged to anyone. But now the walls held posters of films you grew to love with your Uncle and the shelves were lined with books you’d taken from your Dad’s room.

There was a stuffed animal on your desk that Cas had bought you on your birthday. It only had one eye. On the back of your door hung a jacket Mary had given to you, in the left pocket was a receipt for when you’d gone to the cinema together. One of your hoodies was draped over the wardrobe, ready to grab and go. It was Jack’s favourite, so you let him borrow it sometimes.

You were sat on the floor, flicking through a box of things Mick had managed to get from your old house. It wasn’t much and most of it was notebooks from when you were little, but they made a funny read. About to take a break from badly drawn stick-men, you looked up to see your Dad at the door, studying the array of stuff around you. He was in his running clothes, having just got back.

“What are you doing?” He asked, kneeling down.

“Just looking through the stuff Mick sent me. Apparently I used to draw a lot.” You chuckled to yourself. He picked up a notebook you hadn’t looked through yet and opened it up.

“I can’t even read that.” He chuckled, holding it out to you. The image was of a man, woman and two children, the man wore a cape and was holding the children’s hands. He had a very illegible speech bubble.

“It says ‘I’ll save you.’” you said slowly, tilting the page so you could see it properly. Although, you already knew what it was. You let out a light puff of air.

“What?” Dad’s face flooded with concern.

“When I was a kid, I made up this character… I figured, because I didn’t actually have a Dad, I could make one up. And he could be anything,” you paused, noticing your Dad’s expression, “I figured, he could be this super kind man who always had time to play with me and Max. And he never got angry. And he never made us eat broccoli, your Dad let out a light chuckle, but his expression didn’t change, "and then I found out I was gonna meet you,” you looked up at him, “and I was like shit he’s going to be an actual person and not just someone I could rub out and redraw and make him say what I wanted…” you trailed off to regain your point, “but then I met you. And turns out you were pretty great. So I guess I’m saying thanks for not sucking…and that I think prefer you to this guy.” you tapped the picture, feeling awkward. A moment of silence followed. Dad’s eyes were teary as he smiled at you.

“Really?” He asked, making you chuckle.

“There’s only so much a 2D Dad can do,” you chuckled, “I know it sucks that I didn’t know you until like a year ago. But it was worth the wait.”

“I love you, bug,” He said softly, wrapping his arms around you, “and now I can’t imagine my life without my incredible daugher.”

You hugged him back, smiling against him as your eyes welled up with tears, “I love you too, Dad.”

You felt safe in your fathers arms. You knew you had work to do, people to save, things to hunt; a family business. But it all felt so much easier knowing you’d have your Dad and Uncle De right by your side.

As Sam held his daughter, the guilt he felt for his absence in their childhood washed away in that moment, replaced by the fact that not only was he there, but you were too. And that felt like an irreplaceable comfort. It felt like home.

The End

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aaliyahsinger

5 years ago

Birthday Countdown

Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 595

Warnings: fluff, sexual touching, heavily implied smut.

A/N: I’m pretty much writing this because my birthday is in a few days, and I wanted to write something birthday related. It’s rather silly, but whatever.

Wayward Moeyy’s Master List

You froze the moment you crossed the threshold of the kitchen. There was flour all over the counter, and the whole room smelled lightly of chocolate. A part of you prayed that Cas wasn’t trying to bake again, and the other part of you wondered if Sam was finally trying out one of your recipes.

But, the figure that popped up from the other side of the counter wasn’t either of those suspects. Dean turned around, both hands covered with oven mitts, and smiled sweetly.

“Oh! You’re home early. There goes the surprise, I guess,” he chuckled as he slipped off one of the mitts. The tiny oven beside him ticked lightly, indicating that the built-in, old-school timer was counting down to either disaster, or something delicious. And, judging by Dean’s skills in the kitchen, it was the latter.

You peered around the room, shocked that the place was as clean as it was. “This is a surprise. I mean, you baking? I know you make a mean burger, and your meatloaf recipe is nearly perfected. But, I didn’t know you had a baker in you too, babe.” You studied the bowl nearest you, containing what appeared to be the beginnings of chocolate icing. “What are you making?”

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aaliyahsinger

5 years ago

I AM A MEDIC DONT @ ME

Whats up, Doc?

A/N: This was a lot of fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!!! I’m also getting used to writing this way so the tenses may get a bit murky some

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aaliyahsinger

5 years ago

Missing Masterlist

Summary: A trip to a ski resort with the cast of Supernatural doesn’t turn out like everyone thought it would…

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: language

Part 1: (3 squares filled: Kim Rhodes, Skiing, Slowburn)

Part 2: (3 squares filled: Rob Benedict, Play Fighting, Missing Someone Lost)

Part 3: (3 squares filled: Jensen Ackles, Grief, Loving)

A/N: Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s 9 Squares 3 Fics Challenge. This mini series is complete! <3

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aaliyahsinger

5 years ago

Bucky 😍🥰

How Can I? You’re Taking All The Stupid With You.

How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.

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aaliyahsinger

2 years ago

This is a beautifully written story and had me absolutely sobbing by the end 💕💕

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - the brightest star

TW: character death

Laying on the bench outside, you sighed to yourself as you stared up at the slowly changing sky, shivering a little from the bitter wind.

“You’re supposed to be in lesson.”

You looked up and sat up, turning to face the teacher as you gave him a small smile and a wave.

“Hey Mr Evershed.”

“Hi (Y/N), why’re you sat out here? You’ve got science, and it’s freezing.”

You shrugged a little and looked back towards where the sun had started it early descent.

“I like winter, the sun sets a lot earlier during winter. It’s nice.”

“It may be nice but that doesn’t explain why you’re not in science does it?”

You looked at him and grinned a little, and he rose a brow at you, waiting for you to respond to him as to why you weren’t in the lesson you were supposed to be in.

“I was annoyed, so I came out here.”

“Is something bothering you? Because if it is we can talk about it, I know this isn’t usually like you.”

You shook your head.

“No. Nothings bothering me really, I guess it’s just one of those days you know? Where everything get on your nerves and you don’t really want to do anything?”

You sat down on the bench of the table and Mr Evershed walked over, sitting next to you, noticing how you pulled your jacket a little tighter around yourself.

“If you’re cold come inside.”

“No. It’s alright, I like it. I’ve just been out here for a while is all.”

He nodded his head and you carried on looking out at the sunset, and you began to look around in the sky.

Mr Evershed watched your confused, trying to figure out what it was you were apparently looking for but he couldn’t find anything.

“What’re you looking for?” He asked.

You pointed in the distance behind him, and he turned around to see what you were pointing at .

“The first star. You know myth says that if you make a wish on the first star of the night it’ll come true.” You said.

“Do you think that’s true?” Mr Evershed asked you.

You hummed a little, shrugging your shoulders a little bit.

“I don’t know. I’m still trying to find out.”

“What do you wish for?” He asked.

“I’m not telling you, it might not come true.”

Mr Evershed laughed and you grinned at him, turning your attention back to the star.

You seemed so fascinated by it, so intrigued and curious.

“Do you like the stars?” You asked him.

He turned back around to face you.

“Do you?” He countered.

You smiled softly, flicking your gaze to him as you nodded your head.

“Someday I’m going to be a star, just as bright as these.”

Mr Evershed smiled softly, and he looked at you, wondering what it was you meant by that.

You seemed so happy and sure about it, he wondered maybe if it was something you wanted to do when you grew up.

“You going to become an astronaut?” He asked.

“Something like that.”

He nodded his head and you began to look around again, pointing at another star which had emerged in the sky and he couldn’t help but laugh.

He decided to leave you out here, if you were having a bad day he didn’t mind, you weren’t a bad student, and you never ditched lessons before, and since it was the last one of the day he decided it was okay.

Every day you would come tell Mr Evershed a brand new fact about space or stars, and in return he would tell you a fact about something else.

It had become a little tradition, usually you would wait until after English so you could stay behind and tell him your new fact of the day.

Even after he became acting head of Ackley bridge, you would actively seek him out.

Except unlike all the months before, today you didn’t seek him out, inside he found you sitting in reception with your head in your hands.

“Are they alright?” He asked Loraine.

“They said they feel dizzy, waiting for Mrs Paracha to come back with some water.”

Mr Evershed nodded and he walked over to you, crouching down in front of you, he looked at the floor and found small droplets of blood on it.

“Loraine tissue!” He called.

He stood up, placing his hand on your head.

“(Y/N) look up for me please.”

You slowly lifted your head, blood was running from your nose and you didn’t seem to notice, he took to tissue from Loraine and held it to your nose, tilting your head down a little.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked softly.

You didn’t reply and he sat next to you.

“(Y/N)? Do you know what’s wrong?”

Again, no reply.

“Loraine call their parents, they’re going to have to go home.”

She nodded and quickly started trying to get your parents numbers up and Mr Evershed looked at you, and he looked around.

“Come on, we’ll wait in the office.

He stood up, and so did you, and quickly you fell down on the floor.

“(Y/N)!”

He dropped to his knees and rolled you on your side.

He checked your pulse, and he turned to Loraine who was on the phone.

“They’re breathing, they’re pulse seems fine?” He said confused.

“They’ve got an ambulance coming now. Should be here soon.” She said.

He nodded and turned back to you.

“Is there anything in (Y/N)s notes about this? Has it happened before?”

“No. Never. There’s nothing in there.”

He took a deep breath and used the tissue in your hands to wipe some of the blood from under your nose.

He stayed with you until the ambulance came, and when the school day came to a close he grabbed your bag and made his way to the hospital, standing by the reception desk.

“Hi I had a student brought in here a few hours ago. (Y/N) (L/N)?”

The receptionist looked up and gave him a small shrug and he sighed, going around to ask anyone he could if they knew where you were.

“You’re looking for (Y/N)?” A nurse asked.

“Yes, I’m their teacher Mr Evershed, do you know where they are? Are they alright?” He asked.

“They’re alright for now, I’m afraid I can’t tell you anything else due to privacy reasons, but they can tell you whatever you want.”

“They’re awake?”

The nurse nodded her head and gestured to the room where you were sat on the edge of the bed, blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you looked out the window.

“Your teachers here (Y/N), can he come in?”

You didn’t reply, and she sighed, gesturing for him to enter.

Mr Evershed walked over, and he set your bag down on the chair in the room and he stood next to the window, crossing his arms over his chest.

You didn’t even look at him, you just carried on staring out the window, and he looked at you, cannula in your nose, an IV in your arm, you were hooked up to a few machines.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

You slowly looked at him, and you shrugged your shoulders a little bit.

“What happened?”

You sighed heavily, and carried on looking out of the window.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered.

Mr Evershed furrowed his brows a little in confusion.

“For what?” He asked softly.

You stood up, walking over to the window but the wires wouldn’t let you, so you walked back over to the bed and sat down again, resting your back against the pillows.

He could see that you were uncomfortable, stressed.

You held the hospital blanket as you looked down at it all bit.

“I didn’t tell you…”

“Tell me what? What didn’t you tell me (Y/N)?” He asked.

You looked up at him, giving him a sad smile as a few tears ran down your face.

“I’m dying sir…”

Mr Eversheds arms fell to his side, and he looked at you, just staring at you in disbelief.

“I’ve known for a few years now, but I didn’t tell the school. My parents knew of course, and they didn’t say anything because I didn’t want them too.. I’m.. im dying Mr Evershed…”

Mr Evershed slowly walked over and sat on the end of the bed, looking at you.

“You’re dying..?”

You nodded your head and laughed bitterly.

“I thought maybe if I wished on stars enough it would go away. And I wouldn’t die… maybe I could live long enough to get better, but I.. I can’t..”

“You’re going to become a star one day.. just as bright as those..” he whispered.

You nodded your head.

“Yeah… that’s what I meant…”

“How long do you have left?”

You shook your head.

“I don’t know..” you whispered.

Mr Evershed looked at you.

“Can’t they do anything to stop it?” He asked.

“They can, I’m on a waiting list. But I.. my condition makes me a ticking time bomb sir, at any given moment I could just die. No warning.. in order to stay on the waiting list I have to stay in hospital.”

You looked at the window and he sighed, wipe a few tears that had fallen down his face.

“You don’t want that do you?” He asked gently.

“No sir.. I don’t. Either way, either this illness kills me, or chances are pretty high I’ll die on the table. I’d rather take my chances out there, doing things I want to do.”

You looked to the door as you mum came in and she sat next to you, pulling you into her side and you held her softly.

“Are you the teacher that was with (Y/N)?” She asked.

Mr Evershed nodded his head and she held her hand out to him.

“I’m Mary, their mum.”

“Mr Evershed, acting head of Ackley bridge.”

You mum nodded and gestured to the door.

“Can we talk outside?” She asked.

He nodded and followed her outside, watching as she closed your room door.

“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you. They didn’t want to be treated any differently from the other students, they didn’t want any to know they’re sick..”

“I understand that. I promise I won’t let anyone else know but I do have to tell my teachers, just in case. I hope you understand that.”

“Yes. Yes of course. I just… I don’t know what to do.. they don’t want to stay in hospital, I want them to, but they don’t want me to, and I suppose it would selfish of me to force them.”

“It’s not selfish to want what’s best for your own child. It’s not a selfish thing.”

Your mum sighed, running a hand down her face.

“I never thought I would outlive my own baby. My world.. but I want to respect their wishes, and let them live how they want to live.”

Mr Evershed nodded his head.

“I understand that. They mentioned about doing things they want to do, do you know what that is?” He asked.

“There’s a few things, I know they want to have a formal dance with someone that isn’t me, they want to go on a date, they want to fail a test and ditch a whole day of school. There are a few other things.”

Mr Evershed nodded his head and he looked through the little window in the door to see you looking out the window again.

“Do you know how long they have?”

Your mum shook her head.

“No… I don’t…”

“Can I have your permission to help them do some of these things they want to do?”

Your mum turned to him in shock.

“You’d do that?”

“I want to make sure they complete everything they can on that list. And if I can help them do it I want to, they’re an amazing student, and they do so much for everyone, I want to return that.”

Your mum smiled and nodded her head.

“I’d like that, thank you. And I’m sure they would as well.”

Mr Evershed nodded his head.

“I’ll leave you two alone, thank you, if it’s alright I’d like to come back tomorrow.”

“That’s perfect, please do.”

And he did, he came back the next day, and he had a bag in his hand as he spoke to one of the nurses about what he wanted to do.

And they agreed to help him while you were away for some tests.

Nurses and doctors alike helped him out everything up, and when you walked back to the room, you were stopped by your mum holding up your school uniform.

“It was a bit short notice, so I could only find this but you need to put it on.”

“Why?”

“Just do it, please?”

You nodded, taking the uniform you put it on, and a nurse took the cannula from you and your mum pushed the door open to your room.

You gasped softly, seeing the bed and everything had been moved into the corner of the room.

String lights going across the walls and ceiling lighting the room in a soft glow, and they had little stars coming from them.

“Stars.” You smiled.

“Your favourite thing.”

You looked behind you to see Mr Evershed dressed in a black suit, a white shirt with a purple tie.

“You have a purple tie this time.”

“Well, if I remember correctly someone told me that they thought I should have one because everyone should own a purple tie.”

You smiled and he smiled back at you.

“I heard that you wanted a formal dance with someone.”

You nodded your head.

Mr Evershed held his hand out to you.

“I know it’s not the same as attending prom, or anything like that, but I hope this works just the same. Something you can cross of your list.”

You beamed and took his hand.

“Thank you sir.”

He placed your hands on his shoulders, and he placed his hands on your arms, both of you dancing to the soft music in the room.

Nurses, doctors and your mum stood in the doorway watching, smiling, recording.

You gazed up at the star fairy lights on the ceiling with a smile on your face.

“You can keep them, put them up in your room, leave them up in here, whatever you want.”

You looked at your teacher.

“Really?”

“Of course, they’re for you.”

You smiled softly.

“Thank you Mr Evershed, really. Thank you so much for this.”

“You deserve to make memories, and I know it’s probably not what everyone wants, dancing with their headteacher in a hospital room, but maybe with more time we can arrange something else at the school.”

You shook your head.

“No. No, I like this. It’s nice, I’d prefer this.”

He smiled and nodded, and for the next hour you just danced around the room until you grew tired and needed to stop.

When you were allowed to go home, he carried on helping you do things from your list, he failed a test for you, he helped you sneak out of the school after it started so you could ditch for the day.

He couldn’t take you on a date, but he decided to take both you and your mum for dinner at a nice restaurant which you decided would still count even though he expressed it wasn’t the same thing.

And as time passed, he noticed how your nose would bleed more, you passed out more often, and you would be in hospital.

And that’s where you were supposed to be today, so when your mum called him asking if you were at school he was immediately worried and said he’d help with the search.

It didn’t take him long to find you, he and your mum split the list of your favourite spots and he found you at the third one.

Halfway up a tree.

Sighing, he shook his head and called your mum to tell her where you were and he walked over, standing to look up at you as you climbed on to a branch.

“You’re supposed to be in hospital.”

You looked down at him.

“I know. But I don’t want to be there.”

“You know it’s for your own benefit right?”

You nodded and he walked over, sitting on a fallen log to look up at you.

“I don’t want to die in hospital Mr Evershed, I don’t. So I don’t want to stay there anymore.”

“You had everyone worried.”

“Did you call my mum?”

He nodded and you nodded back, climbing down, you walked over and sat on the floor, sweeping your hands through the leaves in the floor, picking up a few of them to crunch them under your fingers.

“You know there’s a chance you could survive the procedure, right?”

“A small one.”

“But still a chance.”

“If I didn’t die on the table, there’s still a risk my body would reject the surgery and I’d still die.”

He looked down at you.

“Are you scared of dying?”

You titled your head back to look up at him.

“No. I’m not scared. I’ve had a lot of time to accept that people die, and that’s okay. When I die I’m going to be the brightest star in the sky, so my mum, and my friends can all still see me.”

Mr Evershed placed his hand on your head, letting you rest against his leg.

“Will you come to my funeral sir? Give a speech?”

He looked down at you.

“If you want me to then yes. I’ll go and I’ll give a speech for you.”

You smiled.

“Would you still visit me?”

“I’ll visit you everyday.”

You smiled and stood up, brushing some dirt from you clothes and sat next to him.

“My mum doesn’t have anyone but me, she’s been the only one who knew about my condition. I’m glad you know, it’s been nice.”

“And we’ve still got loads of time to make more memories for you.”

Your mum arrived and she walked over, sitting next to you.

“I’ve made a lot of memories. I’m happy with the memories that I have. I couldn’t ask for anything better really.”

You grabbed your mums hand and held your hand out to Mr Evershed, and he took it.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me Mr Evershed. It really means a lot to me.”

“Thank you for letting me do everything.”

You all just sat there for a few moments before you mum announced it was time to go back to the hospital.

You held their hands as you walked, and you noticed the pulsing of your vision, and how everything seemed so much brighter.

You stopped on the edge of the road and you squeezed their hands.

“I don’t want to go alone..” you whispered.

“You’re not alone love. We’ve got you.”

You nodded your head and you looked to Mr Evershed.

Something inside of you was telling you that this was it, that when you closed your eyes you weren’t going to wake up from this.

So you reached out and hugged him tightly, and he looked at your mum who nodded and he hugged you back.

You pulled away and looked at your mum, and she looked at you.

“You know.. don’t you..?” She whispered.

You nodded your head and she hugged you tightly, lowering you both to the ground while Mr Evershed quickly dialled for an ambulance.

“You don’t have to worry about me..” your mum whispered.

She helped you lay down, and she held your head in her lap, brushing her fingers through your hair, and Mr Evershed crouched down next to you, taking your hand in his.

“The stars are nice..” you whispered.

Both of them looked up at the blue sky and turned back to you.

“They’re beautiful.” Mr Evershed whispered.

You carried on fighting the sleep, and they could see you fighting with everything you hand.

“It’s okay to let go..” your mum whispered.

“We’ll be right here.” Mr Evershed nodded.

You nodded as well and wiped some blood from under your nose and you closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion from tears of fighting finally wash over you.

You mum held you tightly and Mr Evershed stood up, running a hand down his face to clear his tears and he crouched next to your mum, placing a hand on her shoulder.

You were pronounced dead at the scene, and a few days later Mr Evershed announced to the school of your passing and with your mum’s permission and told them about the funeral.

It was on that weekend, and he wore that purple tie he had worn when he danced with you, everyone wore a purple tie for you, and the trees were decorated in those star lights.

Your mum was stood at the front, trying to contain her emotions.

“(Y/N).. they.. they Uhm.. asked Mr Evershed to give a speech. So.. Mr Evershed if you’re okay too..”

He nodded and stood up, holding the paper in his hands and he looked at it before sighing, putting it back in his pocket.

“I Uhm.. I first met (Y/N) in my English lesson when I first started, they were a bright and bubbly student. They were just so happy and excited to be there.” He said.

He looked at the picture of you on your coffin.

“They were just so happy about everything, and just loved to be doing anything, even if they knew they shouldn’t be doing it.”

A few people laughed.

“(Y/N) didn’t want to tell anyone what was happening because they were scared they’d be treated differently, it’s why no one knew what was going to happen. They had a list of things they wanted to do, and over the past couple of months we’ve been working on that list. Trying to cross everything off, and we did. We managed to do everything they wanted to do.”

He looked at your mum who gave him a soft smile.

“(Y/N) passed away happy, they weren’t scared. They told me they weren’t scared of what was going to happen, and that one day, they were going to be the brightest star in the sky. And I believe they will be, because they were bright. I wish we could change things, but I know we can’t, so I hope you’ll all join us in sharing a few memories we have with them.”

Mr Evershed pulled out a photo from his pocket and held it out to your mum.

“They wanted a formal dance, so the hospital staff and I decorated their room and we danced around for an hour, and I’d never seen someone so happy to be dancing with their teacher.”

A few people laughed, and the picture was passed around, and slowly more and more people came up to share memories.

They stayed for the whole procession, and after everyone left, Mr Evershed stood next to your mum as the sun hung lowly in the sky, nearly gone.

He held out the photo to her.

“I think you should have it.”

Your mum looked at him, wiping a few of her tears.

“You keep it. That’s your memory.”

He smiled a little and nodded, putting it back in his pocket and he lifted his head to take a breath and he stopped.

He tapped your mums shoulder and she looked up as well.

Right above a bright star, brighter than any they had every seen, one they had never seen before.

“They’re the brightest star.” Your mum whispered.

“They really are…”

Mr Evershed framed the photo, and he kept it on his desk, and he had small table set up for you in the reception as well which was full of flowers and things you loved.

And true to his word, every day he would go during the evening to visit you and he’d just stand there with your mum looking up at the same star

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aaliyahsinger

5 years ago

A Place To Call Home

Summary: The reader isn’t thrilled to be going to yet another foster home and is simply looking to get by until she’s an adult. Only her new family isn’t going to let her give up so easy…

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 77K (individual counts in parts)

Warnings: language, angst

A/N #1: The reader is 16-17 years old for this series. This series is complete! <3

Part 1

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Part 3

Part 4

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The Video & The House Timestamp

Home Timestamp

Christmas Vacation Timestamp

Father’s Day Timestamp

A/N #2: A very special thank you to @aomi-nabi for creating this aesthetic!

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aaliyahsinger

3 years ago

From The Ashes [K.Severide]

Andi Ramirez comes home to Chicago, finally ready to join the Chicago Fire Department as a candidate. With hopes of making it on to Rescue Squad Three, she knows the bar is high and the expectations even higher. A fortuitous one-night stand before her first shift makes for an awkward introduction.

Whilst navigating the role of candidate and trying to appease Lieutenants Casey and Severide and Chief Boden, Andi gains important and invaluable skills and experience. She manages to resist Kelly’s charm for a while, but she learns that she isn’t impervious to his good looks and youthful wiles.

However, her time at the Firehouse is anything but simple. Between her sister’s upcoming wedding, the unpredictable tension between her and Severide and the return of a hated figure from her past, it’s a wonder she manages to stay afloat.

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