My obsession with reading one shot on tumblr has grown so much that I want to share my work here now. I'm writing for several fandoms, romantic and platonic relationships, mlw and wlw relationships.
I'll post a one shot in English every Saturday at 9pm. The rest of the week, I'll share a fanfic that I like and "Your gallery if you're dating...".
Hope you'll enjoy my stories !
Marie ♡
Hey, utilisateur•rice de Tumblr !
Mon obsession avec la lecture de one shot sur Tumblr a tellement grandi que j'ai décidé de partager mes écrits ici. J'écris pour de nombreux fandoms, relations amoureuses et platoniques, relations mlw et wlw.
Je posterai un one shot en francais chaque dimanche à 21h. Le reste de la semaine, je partagerai une fanfic que j'ai aimée et un "Your gallery if you're dating...".
Résumé : Tu as hâte d'avoir ton premier rendez-vous sauf que ça ne se passe pas comme prévu, heureusement ton grand frère est là pour toi.
Warnings : lae crush de la reader est genré⸱e de manière neutre, se faire poser un lapin, avoir l'impression de ne pas être suffisante, Peter qui est un frère protecteur, fin heureuse.
Nombre de mots : 2k
Version anglaise
Request : faite par anonyme, voici le lien vers la request. Désolée pour le retard, j'espère qu'il te plaira quand même. Bonne lecture 🥰
Un million d'émotions traversent ton corps. La joie, l'excitation, le stress. Tu ne sais plus où donner de la tête tandis que Cameron, ton⸱ta crush, te demande si tu es libre ce samedi pour boire un café. Tu arrives tout de même à rester naturelle lorsque tu acceptes le rendez-vous. Cameron continue de te parler quand, au loin, ton frère Peter t'appelle, t'indiquant que vous devez rentrer. Tu n'y prêtes pas attention alors que tu enregistres le numéro de ton⸱ta crush dans ton téléphone. Peter n'arrête pas de t'appeler, t'agaçant un peu plus. S'il était à côté de toi, tu jurerais que tu pourrais lui tordre le cou ! Tu finis ta conversation avec Cameron puis, tu rejoins ton frère, non sans lui lancer un regard de travers.
- Enfin ! Tu sais, j'ai pas ton temps, se plaint-il en commençant à marcher.
- Excuse-moi d'avoir une vie sociale. Au cas où tu ne saurais pas ce que c'est, c'est quand les humains interagissent entre eux, dis-tu, sarcastique, le faisant rouler des yeux.
- Très drôle. Qu'est-ce qu'iel te voulait ? demande-t-il en s'arrêtant de marcher.
- Iel m'a proposé un rencard. T'inquiète pas, Peter, toi aussi, tu en auras un, un jour. Bon, on y va ?
Peter lève les yeux au ciel puis, il te suit. Le soir, tu te dépêches d'informer Tante May que tu ne seras pas là ce samedi, elle te rappelle que tu dois demander la permission étant encore mineure, mais elle accepte et demande les détails.
Lorsque le samedi est enfin là, tu passes plus d'une heure dans la salle de bain à te préparer et tu passes encore plus de temps à trouver la tenue parfaite. Tu prends un tee-shirt, le mets pour le retirer une minute plus tard et en chercher un autre avant de faire le même processus avec le bas. Tu as à la fois trop et pas assez d'options.
A un moment, ton frère veut entrer dans la chambre que vous partagez pour récupérer ses devoirs, mais tu lui interdis d'entrée. Peter frappe jusqu'à ce que tu craques une dizaine de minutes plus tard ; tu lui ouvres la porte avec des vêtements qui ne vont pas du tout ensemble et il prend un malin plaisir à te faire la remarque.
Après deux heures de préparation, tu es enfin prête à rejoindre Cameron. Tu prends ton sac et tes clés avant d'enfiler tes chaussures.
- Bon, j'y vais. Si je mange pas là ce soir, j'enverrai un message à Tante May.
- Vous allez à quel café ? demande Peter sans lever le regard de son devoir de science.
- Celui à côté du lycée.
- Fais attention à toi.
- Mais oui ! soupires-tu, agacée.
- Préviens-moi si t'as besoin que je vienne te chercher.
- Et avec quelle voiture ?
- Tu vois ce que je veux dire !
- Pas besoin de jouer la mère poule, Cameron est quelqu'un de bien, affirmes-tu, mais ton frère reste sceptique. J'insiste, Peter, t'as pas intérêt de t'incruster. Si je te vois, je dis à Tante May ce qui s'est vraiment passé avec son vase préféré.
- Tu n'oserais pas ! s'exclame Peter, un air paniqué sur son visage.
- Je fournirai même les preuves photos.
- De toute façon, Ned va venir pour qu'on révise, je risque pas de sortir.
- Parfait. Allez, salut !
Tu fais un dernier signe de la main à ton frère puis, tu quittes l'appartement. Tu envoies un message à Cameron pour lae prévenir que tu es en chemin. Iel ne te répond pas, mais tu supposes qu'iel n'a sûrement pas de réseau dans le métro — bien que toi, tu en aies.
Tu arrives en premier au café avec quelques minutes d'avance. Tu t'installes sur une table un peu éloignée de l'entrée et envoies un autre message pour informer que tu l'attends. Un serveur vient pour prendre ta commande, mais tu lui dis que tu attends quelqu'un. Il hoche la tête et va débarrasser une table un peu plus loin.
Tu patientes en regardant les réseaux sociaux, tu fais le tour de chaque application, rafraîchis les pages une bonne dizaine de fois tout en levant le regard une fois de temps en temps, mais rien. Cameron n'est toujours pas arrivé⸱e. Tu envoies un nouveau message, lui demandant si iel aura beaucoup de retard. En regardant tes messages précédent, tu vois qu'aucun d'eux n'ont été lus. Ton estomac se noue, Cameron ne te poserait pas un lapin… Pas vrai ? Non, iel est gentil⸱le, iel ne ferait jamais ça. Malgré toi, tu commences à ronger tes ongles tout en fixant à travers les fenêtres, espérant voir Cameron à bout de souffle et s'excuser.
Lorsqu'iel a officiellement plus de trente minutes de retard, tu essayes de l'appeler, tu tombes sur la messagerie. Tu laisses un message en essayant de paraître naturelle, bien que l'anxiété ait pris possession de ton corps depuis un moment. Tu commences à regarder ses réseaux, au cas où iel aurait posté quelque chose.
Rien.
Une serveuse vient vers toi pour prendre ta commande et honteusement, tu expliques que tu attends encore quelqu'un. Elle s'excuse et continue son travail.
Tu passes l'heure suivante à envoyer des messages. Au début, ils sont simples, seulement des : "il y a un problème avec le métro ?", "tu sais quand tu arrives ?", "tu penses que tu arriveras à quelle heure?" puis l'anxiété a rapidement découlé dans tes messages et tu as fini par lui demander "tout va bien ? Je m'inquiète, tu aurais dû être là il y a plus d'une heure.", "il s'est passé quelque chose sur la route ?", "Réponds, je m'inquiète." Chacun de tes textos restent sans réponse.
Quand tu as attendu deux heures, tu retiens tes larmes de couler en réalisant que Cameron t'a bien posé un lapin. Tu prends ton sac et commandes un café à emporter avant de quitter les lieux. Tu ne t'éloignes pas pour autant. Tu restes à côté — tout en t'assurant que les employés ne peuvent pas te voir afin de ne pas être plus humiliée — et continues à attendre Cameron. On ne sait jamais, iel va peut-être finir par arriver. Iel n'est pas du genre à faire du mal aux gens. Si Cameron t'a invitée, c'est parce qu'iel t'apprécie donc iel devrait venir. Cameron a sûrement une bonne explication.
Tu bois ton café doucement, faisant durer chaque goutte. Tu te dis que si Cameron n'est toujours pas là quand tu as fini, tu rentres. Tu espères ne pas rentrer sans avoir eu ton rendez-vous. Peter va sûrement se moquer de toi et Tante May te regardera avec des yeux remplis de pitié et tu n'as pas besoin de ça. Malgré toi, tu continues à regarder tes messages, la situation n'a toujours pas évolué, ils n'ont toujours pas été lus.
Lorsque tu bois la dernière goutte de ton café, tu soupires et le jettes dans la poubelle à côté de toi puis, la tête basse, tu rentres chez toi.
En passant la porte d'entrée, tu ne prêtes pas attention à Peter qui est dans le salon alors qu'il te demande si ça s'est bien passé. Tu fais claquer la porte de ta chambre derrière toi puis, tu poses ton sac sur ton lit. Tu sais que tu devrais éviter, mais tu vérifies une dernière fois ton téléphone et découvres que Cameron a ouvert tes messages il y a une dizaine de minutes, mais n'a toujours pas répondu. C'est tout ce qu'il te manquait pour faire couler tes larmes. Tu te jettes sur ton lit tandis que tu pleures en silence, ne voulant pas inquiéter ton frère.
Une dizaine de minutes plus tard, tu entends frapper à la porte. Tu ne réponds pas, préférant rester dans ta morosité. La porte s'ouvre doucement et seulement la tête de Peter apparaît.
- Qu'est-ce qu'il se passe ?
- Rien, va réviser avec Ned.
En t'entendant renifler, Peter s'inquiète officiellement pour toi. Il entre dans la chambre et se rapproche de toi, tout en gardant une distance au cas où tu voudrais rester seule.
- Ned a pas pu venir, il devait faire des courses avec sa grand-mère. Ça s'est pas bien passé avec Cameron ?
- Je veux pas en parler. Ça te ferait trop plaisir.
- Si ça te met dans cet état, non. Alors, dis-moi. Iel n'a pas été gentil⸱le avec toi ? demande Peter, appréhendant la réponse.
- Cameron m'a posé un lapin. J'ai une vie amoureuse aussi palpitante que la tienne, t'es content ? cingles-tu en tournant la tête de l'autre côté afin qu'il ne voit pas tes larmes.
- Y/N, je suis désolé, dit-il en s'asseyant sur ton lit.
- J'ai pas besoin de ta pitié. Maintenant laisse-moi tranquille, rétorques-tu, te collant un peu plus contre le mur.
- Je vais pas te laisser seule alors que tu es triste. Raconte-moi tout.
- Il n'y a rien à dire. Cameron m'a posé un lapin et a ignoré tous mes messages, je le sais car iel les a lus sans y répondre. Mais bon il y a pas de quoi en faire un drame.
Peter sent la colère monter en réalisant que quelqu'un a fait du mal à sa petite sœur. Toutefois, il tente de se focaliser sur te remonter le moral, il pourra s'occuper de sa colère plus tard. Il déteste te voir dans cet état.
- Tu l'aimais bien, c'est normal d'être blessée.
- J'en ai marre, Peter ! t'exclames-tu en pleurant de plus belles. Je pensais que quelqu'un voulait enfin de moi, tout ça pour que mon premier rencard se finisse avant de commencer. Je ne sais pas ce qui ne va pas chez moi.
- Hé ! commence Peter sur un ton ferme en posant sa main sur ton dos. Te dévalorise pas parce qu'une personne débile n'a pas su voir que t'es quelqu'un d'exceptionnel.
- Arrête le charabia de grand frère, je suis pas exceptionnelle. Tu es plus intelligent que moi, tu travailles pour Tony Stark et moi, j'ai juste un ami de plus que toi. Je suis banale, murmures-tu.
Peter jurerait que son cœur vient de se briser en entendant tes mots. Tu as toujours eu l'air d'être plus confiante que lui, il ignorait que tu souffrais autant. S'il t'avait mis plus en priorité que sa carrière en tant que Spider-man, peut-être qu'il aurait vu plus tôt que sa sœur n'allait pas bien ? En tout cas, maintenant qu'il le sait, il va te mettre en premier plan.
- Pas du tout ! contredit Peter. Tu es intelligente également et tu prends soins des personnes que tu aimes. Si tu arrêtais de te dénigrer cinq minutes, tu verrais toutes qualités. Je suis content de t'avoir en petite sœur.
- Alors qu'est-ce que j'ai fait de mal pour qu'iel me laisse tomber ?
- Iel est juste bête ! s'emporte-t-il avant de reprendre un ton calme. Ne perds plus ton temps avec Cameron, tu trouveras quelqu'un qui donnera de son temps pour toi. En attendant, apprécie chacune de tes qualités.
- Merci, Peter, dis-tu en te tournant pour le regarder. Qui aurait cru que tu saurais faire un discours encourageant ?
- J'ai des talents cachés, répond-il en séchant tes larmes.
Tu t'assois et le prends dans tes bras. Cela faisait des années que toi et Peter ne vous étiez pas fait un câlin de la sorte. Tu avais presque oublié à quel point tu te sens toujours bien dans ses bras protecteurs. Après quelques minutes, tu te sépares légèrement de lui, un petit sourire aux lèvres.
- Ça va un peu mieux ? te demande-t-il.
- J'ai toujours mal, mais ça m'a fait du bien, ce que tu m'as dit.
- Allez, viens regarder Star Wars avec moi. J'ai plein de snacks en plus.
- Je me mets en pyjama et j'arrive.
Peter quitte votre chambre commune pour préparer votre séance de cinéma. Une fois prête, tu sautes sur le canapé à côté de Peter tandis qu'il lance le film. Vous passez la soirée à vous refaire la saga et à citer chaque réplique des films.
La journée ne s'est pas passée comme tu l'avais imaginée, mais au moins, tu sais que ton frère sera toujours là pour te réconforter.
Et également, pour être sûr que les personnes qui te font du mal demande pardon.
En effet, le lendemain Cameron croise le chemin de Spider-man et bien qu'iel avait prévu de demander une photo et un autographe, Spider-man lui a bien fait comprendre qu'il ne fallait plus poser de lapin et qu'iel devait absolument s'excuser auprès de toi pour t'avoir fait du mal, ce que Cameron fait à la seconde où iel te voit le lundi suivant.
Summary : You're excited for your first ever date, except it doesn't turn out the way you wanted, thankfully your big brother is here for you.
Warnings : being stood up, feeling not enough, reader's crush is gender neutral, Peter being a protective brother, happy ending.
Word count : 1.9k
French version
Request : made by anonymous, here's the link to the request. Hey, sorry for the delay, I hope you'll like it, nonetheless. Enjoy 🥰
A million emotions are coursing through your body. Joy, excitement, stress. You don't even know where to start while Cameron, your crush, is asking you if you're free this Saturday for a coffee. You manage to keep your cool as you accept their offer. Cameron keeps talking to you when, from afar, your brother, Peter shouts to you, telling you you have to get home. You don't pay attention to him, too busy saving your crush's number on your phone. Peter doesn't stop calling you, annoying you even more. If he were next to you, you swear you'd strangle him! You finish your conversation with Cameron then go to your brother, not without glaring at him.
"Finally ! I don't have all day, you know," he complains, starting to walk away.
"Sorry for having a social life. In case you don't know what it is, it's when humans interact with one another," you tell him sarcastically, making him roll his eyes.
"Very funny. What did they want?" he questions, coming to an halt.
"They asked me on a date. Don't worry, Peter, you will have a date one day, too. So, shall we go?"
Peter rolls his eyes, then, he follows you.
In the evening, you quickly tell Aunt May you won't be here on Saturday, she reminds you you have to ask for her permission first as you're still a minor, she accepts anyway and asks for the details.
Once Saturday is finally here, you spend more than an hour in the bathroom, getting ready and you spend even more time trying to find the perfect outfit. You take a T-shirt, put it on then take it off the next minute and look for another one before repeating the same process over and over again. You have too much and not enough options at the same time.
At one point, your brother wants to come into the bedroom that you both share to grab his homework and you forbid him from entering. Peter knocks until you give in ten minutes later; you open the door with clothes that do not go together and he has fun judging your outfit.
After two hours of preparation, you're finally ready to meet Cameron. You take your bag and your keys before putting on your shoes.
"I'm leaving. If I don't eat here tonight, I'll text Aunt May."
"Which café are you going to?" Peter asks, without looking up from his science homework.
"The one next to school."
"Be careful."
"Yeah, yeah!" you sigh, annoyed.
"Tell me if you need me to come pick you up."
"With whose car?"
"You know what I mean!"
"No need to be a mother hen, Cameron is a nice person," you affirm but your brother is skeptical. "I mean it, Peter. You better not crash my date. If I see you, I'll tell Aunt May what really happened to her favorite vase."
"You wouldn't!" Peter exclaims, a panic expression on his face.
"I'll even show her the pictures."
"Ned's coming to study anyway so I'm not going outside."
"Perfect. See ya!"
You wave at your brother then you leave the apartment. You send Cameron a message to let them know you're on your way. They don't respond, you guess they probably don't have signal in the subway — although you do.
You arrive at the café first a few minutes early. You sit at a table far from the entrance and send another text to say you're waiting for them. A waiter comes to take your order but you tell him you're waiting for someone. He nods and goes clear a table.
You wait by checking your social media, you go on every app, refresh every timeline several times while looking up sometimes but nothing. Cameron hasn't arrived yet. You send another message, asking them if they'll be very late. Checking your previous text, you notice none of them have been read. You have a knot in your stomach, Cameron wouldn't stand you up… would they? No, they're kind, they wouldn't do that. In spite of yourself, you start bitting your nails while you're staring out of the window, hoping to see Cameron out of breath and apologizing.
The second they're officially more than thirty minutes late, you try to call them yet you get the voicemail. You leave a message, trying to stay cool, although anxiety has taken over your body a few moments ago. You check their social, in case they posted something.
Nothing.
A waitress comes to you to take your order and ashamed, you explain you're still waiting for someone. She apologizes and goes back to her work.
You spend the following hour texting Cameron. At first, the text are pretty basic: 'is there a problem on the subway?', 'do you know when you'll be there?', 'when do you think you'll be there?' then your anxiety starts making its way to your messages and you end up asking them 'is everything alright? I'm worried, you should've been here more than an hour ago.', 'has something happened on your way there?', 'answer me, I'm worried.' Every text is left unread and unanswered.
After waiting for two hours, you fight back the tears as you realize Cameron did stand you up. You take your bag and order a coffee before leaving the place. You don't walk too far away, though. You stay close to the café — but you still make sure the employees can't see you so you won't be even more humiliated — and keep waiting for Cameron. You never know, maybe they'll arrive. They're not the kind of person who hurts people. If Cameron asked you out, it's because they like you so they should be coming. Cameron probably has a good explanation.
You slowly drink your coffee, making every drop count. You tell yourself that if Cameron still hasn't arrived when you're done, you'll go home. You hope you won't have to go home without having a date. Peter is probably going to make fun of you and Aunt May will look at you with pitying eyes and you don't need that. Despite yourself, you keep checking your messages, the situation hasn't evolved, they're still unread.
As soon as you've drunk the last drop of your coffee, you sigh and throw the cup away in the trash next to you, then with your head low, you walk home.
As you walk through the door, you don't pay attention to Peter who is in the living room and asks you how it went. You slam the bedroom door behind you then you drop your bag on your bed. You know you shouldn't do it, nevertheless, you check your phone one last time and discovers Cameron read your messages ten minutes ago but still hasn't answered. That's all you need to make your tears fall. You throw yourself in your bed while you cry in silence, not wanting to worry your brother.
A few moments later, you hear a knock on the door. You don't answer, preferring to stay in your moroseness. The door slowly opens and only Peter's head appears.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, go study with Ned."
Hearing you sniffle, Peter officially worries about you. He comes in and gets closer to you while keeping a distance in case you want to stay alone.
"Ned didn't come, he had to do some groceries shopping with his nana. Didn't it go well with Cameron?"
"Don't wanna talk about it. You'd be too happy."
"If you're this sad, no. So, tell me. Were they mean to you?" Peter questions, fearing the answer.
"Cameron stood me up. I have a love life as exciting as yours, happy?" you snap, turning your head to the other wall so he can't see your tears.
"Y/N, I'm sorry," he says, sitting on your bed.
"I don't need your pity. Now, leave me alone," you retort, getting closer to the wall.
"I'm not going to leave you alone when you're sad. Tell me everything."
"There's nothing to say. Cameron stood me up and ignored all my messages, I know it 'cause they read them without answering. Anyway, no need to make a big fuss over it."
Peter feels anger taking over his body, realizing someone hurt his little sister. However, he tries to focus on cheering you up, he'll take care of his anger later. He hates to see you like this.
"You liked them, it's okay to be hurt."
"I'm sick of it, Peter!" You exclaim, crying once more. "I thought someone finally saw something in me, all of this for my first date to end before it even began. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"Hey!" Peter starts with a firm tone, putting his hand on your back. "Don't put yourself down because a stupid person couldn't see how exceptional you are."
"Stop it with the big brother talk, I'm not exceptional. You're smarter than me, you work for Tony Stark and as for me, I just have one more friend than you. I'm ordinary," you murmur.
Peter could swear his heart broke when he heard your words. You've always seemed to be more confident than him, he didn't know you were hurting so much. If he had put you first before Spider-man, maybe he could have noticed earlier his sister wasn't doing well? Anyway, now he knows it, he'll change his priorities.
"Not at all!" Peter contradict. "You're just as smart and you take care of the people you love. If you stopped denigrating yourself for five minutes, you'd see all your qualities. I'm glad to have you as my little sister."
"So what did I do wrong for them to let me down?"
"They're just dumb!" he loses his temper before resuming with a softer tone. "Don't waste your time on Cameron, you'll find someone who will give you all of their time to you. In the meantime, learn to love all of your qualities."
"Thank you, Peter," you start, turning around to look at him. "Who knew you could do a pep talk?"
"I have some hidden talents," he replies, drying your tears.
You sit up and take him in your arms. It had been years since you and Peter hugged this way. You had almost forgotten the way you always felt safe in his protective arms. A few minutes later, you break the hug, a small smile on your lips.
"Feeling a little bit better?" he asks you.
"Still hurting, but I needed this, everything you told me."
"Come on, let's go watch Star Wars. I have a lot of snacks."
"I'll change in my pajamas and I'll be there."
Peter leaves your room and gets your movie night ready. Once you're in comfy clothes, you jump on the couch next to Peter while he starts the movie. You spend the rest of the evening watching the saga and quoting every single line.
The day didn't go as you had planned but, at least, you know your brother will always be here to comfort you.
And also to make sure people who wronged you make amends to you.
Indeed, the next day, Cameron meets Spider-man and as they're about to ask for a picture and an autograph, the superhero makes them understand to never stand up anyone every again and that they absolutely needs to apologize to you for hurting you, which they do the second they see you the following Monday.
You and Sam have a flirtatiously banter over the past few months and you want to know if there's something real.
Word count: ~1.5K
Tags: fluff, coworkers to lovers, teasing as a love language
Warnings: None.
Divider by @saradika-graphics
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“Well look at that! Guess it’s my lucky day. I got assigned my favorite tech,” Sam says, strolling to your work bench.
He is dressed in jeans and a button down the sits snug across his shoulders. His face is mission worn and his left hand sports a small bandage. He holds a tote bag and he’s wearing that million watt smile you’ve come to love so much.
The thing is that Sam is a handsome and charming man and you are not completely immune to his flirtations. So it’s natural that you nurse this crater sized crush on him. But you also know that’s just how he talks to people. That doesn’t stop you from flirting and ribbing with him, much to your tender heart’s dismay.
“You sure didn’t specifically request for me?”
“If they let us do that, you’d see a lot more of me,” Sam leans over the work bench.
You spend next few minutes catching up and trading light banter.
“Let’s see what you have for me,” you say, putting on your business voice. “You said it was damaged on the ticket.”
“Yeah it got a little dinged up.”
“You didn’t mention what parts you needed on the ticket?” you say double checking the issue.
Most field agents preferred to drop of their damaged tech, happy to have to fix or replace them. But Sam often requested parts and fixed it up himself. In recent months, he’s taken to sharing your workbench when working on his drone. In case he had any questions, he had said but he rarely asked any. He only offered easy conversation, raucous and sometimes flirtatious banter. Although it has leaned towards respectfully suggestive off late, a combination you’d hadn’t known was possible.
“I was thinking you could fix it this time.” Sam says, emptying the contents of the tote bag on your workbench.
You stare at the heap of circuitry, plastic and wires for a long moment before sifting through the debris. Some of it is just ground to a fine dust, and you’re not even sure what they were before. The larger pieces, what you assume was the shell have oddly shaped chunks ripped out of them. What the hell happened to this drone?
“This isn’t a little dinged up.” You gesture emphatically to the pile of what you could only call trash on the table. “This is utterly decimated.”
“But you can fix it,” Sam flashes his best smile.
“I don’t think even divine intervention can put this back together,” you say prodding the mass in front of you. “How did you get it destroyed this bad?”
“Birdstrike.”
“Birdstrike?” You raise your eyebrows. “You gonna say more?”
“I don’t know how to be clearer than birdstrike.” Sam says. “So can it be salvaged?” He tries to redirect.
That is suspicious. Sam never used one word when he could use ten.
“‘Maybe. If you tell me what really happened to Redwing,” you bargain.
You’ve stumbled upon a real juicy story, you can practically smell it. You’ve been waiting for something, anything since the trick he pulled with the hard-boiled eggs which unfortunately led you be covered in raw egg in front of Ms. Potts. Ms.Potts!
He had been quite apologetic after, helping you wipe off the egg. He knelt in front of you cleaning the offending liquid off your lap with a napkin. Thank God you’d worn slacks that day. Just when you’d thought your sweet torture was over, he reached to swipe off the spatter under your jaw. His thumb sparked a new kind of heat under your skin, throwing gasoline on the embers of your infatuation.
When you mustered the courage to catch his eye, he offered you a smile, causally wiping off his hand on the tissue. Something crackled between you in that moment that made you resolved to ask him out and soon. If you had only imagined it, it is better for your heart to find out sooner rather than later.
“It was a birdstrike,” He is insistent.
“Oh Sam! I’m gonna find out,” you say, flashing him a shit eating grin.
Sam just shrugs. You narrow your eyes. Fine if that’s how he wants to play it.
“Anyway, this pile of circuits is a write-off,” you say. “I’m gonna have to replace it. There should be some spares but I’ll have to add in the modifications. I’ll have the spare sent to you. Try it out and send me a list of additions. I know we don’t have all of them on file. I’ll let you know when it’s ready. Unless you want to do them yourself?”
“No, I’ll leave it in your capable hands,” he smiles.
Sam flies the new Redwing around testing the modifications. It only needs some minor tweaks. If Sam is willing to hangout by your workbench for a short while, you can have it ready for him.
He looks good today, well rested. A week free of missions has banished the bags from under his eyes and sharpened the twinkle in his eyes. Dressed in a deep purple tee and sweats, he gives an air of someone basking in the late afternoon sun.
“It works perfectly!” He says bringing back down, ready to power the drone off. “Just like the old one. Thank you.”
“Wait, I made one more change.” You take the control from him. “The old panic button feature was bit too quiet. Here’s the new one.”
You hit the panic button. Horrendous bird screeches followed by Sam’s panicked yelp about geese blares out. Sam jumps back and meets your eyes with a mix of disbelief and shock as audio of the viscous birdstrike continues . The look on Sam’s face is priceless. You try to keep a straight face but you quickly collapse into giggles. Soon his hearty laugh joins yours, his arm slung around your shoulders. He knows to recognize a good prank when he sees one. It’s only later you wish you had the presence of mind to snap a photo.
“How did you find out?” he asks as you are walking back to the lab.
“People like to gossip, Sam.” You grin.
“You’re terrible at gossiping. What’d you really do?” his eyes narrowing.
“I made deal with the analyst who handled that mission.” You relent. “I might low key be in a Girl Scout cookie MLM scheme now. But lucky for me I know a guy with a pretty big sweet tooth.” You bump his shoulder.
“And what makes you think I’ll want to buy any from you?” he smirks
“You’d rather buy from your analyst who ratted you out over some cookies?”
“I won’t get any this time.” Sam says, but you know it’s all lies. You watched him demolish two entire packs of caramel delites in an afternoon as he tinkered with his wings.
“I’m gonna put you down for three of each,” you wink. “Some extra to share with your friends.”
“You’re a goddamn menace,” he grumbles pulling into his side, arm casually slung around your shoulders blissfully unaware of the somersaults your heart is doing.
Once back at the lab you ask him if he wants to wait while you make the minor changes. Yes, including the panic alarm sound. You’re cutting out his voice but keeping the horrid goose honks.
You steal a glance over the rim of your monitor to see Sam standing on the other side of your workbench concentrated on one of your other projects. It’s adorable. You’ve pulled the pigtails, now it’s time for you to be a big girl and ask him out for a drink. You even have the perfect segue. Just ask him for drink to make up for the afternoon’s prank.
Once you are done, you place the drone on table next to Sam. The soft tap of metal on wood startles him out of his reverie.
“It’s good to go,” you offer him a smile.
He runs his hand over the smooth shell of the drone, face pinched as if considering some difficult thought. Silence stretches between you but it is not awkward. Okay now. Ask him now.
Before you can get the words out he’s thanking you with a warm smile. Pinned under his gaze, you forget your words. Wait, is he closer to you now?
“I’d like to take you dinner,” he says. “You know, to thank you properly for the new Redwing.”
“Oh,” you pause. Sam wilts a little. “I was going to ask if I could buy a drink to make up for the snooping.”
“We can do both. Dinner and drinks.” Sam’s face brightens.
You don’t want a thank you dinner and apology drinks! You cleave into his space, not yet touching. Sam tilts his head with a grin that says he’s very interested in this new development.
“You know, if you take me dancing after, it counts as a date,” you say looking up at him.
“Is that so?” he leans forward, his eyes twinkling.
“Mm-mmh.”
“You free Saturday at 7?”
“For you, yes,” you grin, grazing your hand across his chest.
“I’ll text you the details. Wear your good dancing shoes.” He presses a chaste kiss on your cheek.
Before you know it, he’s walking towards the door, drone tucked under his arm. As the door closes behind him, he turns around and gives you wink. Suddenly Saturday cannot come sooner. Shame it’s still Tuesday.
A/N: Whoop here it is my second Fuck it up friday prompt fill. Comments and reblogs appreciated 💙❤️💙❤️
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Résumé : Pour la première fois dans ta vie, tu as une vraie amie, tu la considères même comme ta sœur.
Warnings : sentiment de solitude surtout durant l'enfance, fluff, fin heureuse.
Nombre de mots : 1.8k
Version anglaise
Request : faite par anonyme, voici le lien vers la request. Tout d'abord, désolée d'avoir pris si longtemps pour l'écrire !!! Je te promets que je serai plus dans tes futures requests. J'espère que tu apprécieras ce one shot, encore une fois désolée du retard. Bonne lecture 🥰
L'amitié. Tu connais la définition de ce mot. Un rapide coup d’œil au dictionnaire et l'explication est la suivante : sentiment réciproque d'affection ou de sympathie qui ne se fonde ni sur la parenté ni sur l'attrait sexuel. Tu connais l'amitié en théorie, en pratique, c'est plus compliqué.
Tu as toujours été un loup solitaire. Tu n'as ni frère, ni sœur et certes, tu as eu des connaissances mais jamais personne que tu as appelé "ami". Enfant, c'était une réelle souffrance. Tu te demandais ce qui n'allait pas chez toi, tu enviais les autres enfants et leur meilleur ami puis, avec le temps, tu t'y es faite. Tu as fini par accepter que tu étais faite pour être seule. Mieux vaut être seule que mal accompagnée comme on dit. Et puis, tu as su combler ce vide en te tournant vers les nombreux mondes imaginaires et personnages fictifs que les livres te donnent.
Par conséquent, en arrivant au lycée, tu n'as fait aucun effort pour rencontrer des personnes. Certains tentent de se réinventer au lycée, mais pas toi. Tu continues d'exister dans ton coin. Et puis, dans une petite ville comme Beacon Hills, qui de nouveaux pourrais-tu rencontrer ?
Maintenant ça ne te fait plus rien d'être seule. Tant que tu as ton livre du moment, c'est tout ce qui compte.
Au lycée, tu sors ton bouquin à n'importe quelle occasion. Quand tu es en classe, c'est plutôt compliqué, mais avec le temps, tu as compris avec quel prof tu pouvais le faire. Ton cours préféré pour lire est celui de sport. Le Coach s'en fichent tellement de qui sont les élèves, en dehors de l'équipe de la crosse, que tu peux lire en tout discrétion. Tu te caches dans un coin et lis jusqu'à la fin du cours. A cause de ça, tu n'as pas des bonnes notes en EPS, mais ce n'est pas grave, tu te rattrapes avec les autres matières.
Toutefois, ce jour-là, tandis que tu lis cachée sous les gradins, ton livre préféré entre les mains, le Coach apparaît d'un coup à tes côtés, t'arrachant ton roman et te hurlant d'aller courir et de faire un tour de plus que les autres en punition. Surprise, tu t'exécutes sans même tenter de récupérer ton pauvre roman, tu devras lire la rencontre entre Anne Shirley et Diana Barry plus tard.
Tu tentes de rattraper tes camarades, mais ils sont déjà beaucoup plus loin que toi. Il n'y a qu'un garçon qui à l'air d'avoir du mal, si tu ne te trompes pas, c'est Stiles Stilinski, cependant, il a de l'avance donc il finit tout de même par te semer. Tu es si en retard que les plus rapides de la classe finissent par te dépasser alors que tu as du mal à respirer.
A la fin du cours, tu te jettes au sol, prenant de grandes inspirations tandis que tu tends le bras pour attraper ta bouteille d'eau. Avec le peu de force qu'il te reste, tu te relèves et bois la moitié de ta bouteille en un coup. La majorité des élèves se rendent aux vestiaires pour se changer. Au loin, tu entends le Coach crier un ordre, mais tu n'y prêtes pas attention, n'ayant pas entendu ton prénom.
Quand ta respiration est à peu près revenue normale, tu t'apprêtes à te relever, mais tu n'as plus de force. Soudain, quelqu'un te tend sa main, t'invitant à la prendre pour te relever. En levant le regard, tu reconnais Kira Yukimura, nouvelle joueuse de l'équipe de la crosse qui a emménagé ici il y a peu de temps. Tu acceptes sa main et te mets sur tes pieds en une seconde.
- Merci, dis-tu simplement.
- Je t'en pris. J'ai vu que Coach t'avait fait courir plus que les autres, je n'imagine pas à quel point tu dois être fatiguée, explique Kira en jouant avec les cônes dans ses mains.
- Je viens de découvrir un nouveau stade de fatigue.
- Hé, toi, la lectrice, que ça te serve de leçon ! crie le Coach, attirant votre attention. Je n'ai pas intérêt à te reprendre en train de lire pendant mon cours. J'attends de toi que tu participes au cours et surtout que tu remontes cette moyenne et aies un C- ou je devrais appeler tes parents.
- Mais c'est bientôt la fin du semestre ! J'arriverai jamais à m'améliorer aussi vite, t'offusques-tu.
- Fallait y penser avant de lire Anne A La Maison Niaise en cours.
- C'est Anne… La Maison Aux Pignons Verts, corriges-tu dans ta barbe. Est-ce que je peux récupérer mon livre, s'il vous plaît ?
- Tu viendras le récupérer à la fin de la journée de cours, après ton heure de colle, t'informe-t-il, te désespérant un peu plus. Maintenant, allez vous changer !
Sans ajouter autre chose, vous suivez son ordre. Kira pose les cônes à côté des affaires du Coach puis s'exclame :
- Eh bah, tu as bien vexé Coach !
- Et il me faudra un miracle pour que j'aie un C- en trois semaines sachant que je n'ai pas couru du semestre et que je déteste ça.
- Si tu veux, je peux t'aider.
A sa proposition, tu restes silencieuse pendant une seconde. C'est intéressant, mais elle dit sûrement ceci par politesse, donc tu secoues la tête.
- C'est gentil, mais tu n'as pas besoin. Je vais me débrouiller.
- Ça ne me dérange pas et c'est toujours plus motivant de courir avec quelqu'un d'autre. On peut s’entraîner après les cours.
- Tu n'as pas entraînement de la crosse ?
- Pas tout le temps et au pire, on peut faire ça le week-end.
- Je veux bien alors, acceptes-tu après un temps de réflexion.
- Super, repose-toi bien ce soir, on aura beaucoup de travail. On commence demain, sourit-elle.
Fidèle à ses promesses, Kira t'a entraînée à partir du lendemain et grâce à elle, tu as réussi à avoir un C-. Tu ignores comment encore elle a fait pour t'aider aussi rapidement. Tu pensais qu'après ceci, vous ne vous parleriez plus, cependant, lors de vos entraînements, vous avez découvert que vous avez de nombreux atomes crochus.
Pour la première fois de ta vie, tu as vu une connaissance devenir une amie. Pour la première fois, tu as hâte d'aller au lycée et de parler à quelqu'un. Tu n'es pas forcément proche de son groupe d'amis, mais Kira devient vite importante pour toi. Tu penses que tu peux même dire que Kira est devenue ta meilleure amie et tu sais que c'est réciproque pour elle. Vous vous voyez quand vous pouvez et vous rigolez ensemble. Tu crois que tu n'as jamais autant rigolé avec une personne hors de ta famille.
Kira t'a vraiment prise sous son aile et t'a montré ce qu'est l'amitié et que tu y as le droit aussi. Tu n'aurais jamais cru dire ça, mais tu es contente que Coach t'a trouvée en train de lire. Tu ne sais pas ce que tu ferais sans Kira, son amitié est la chose la plus précieuse que tu aies jamais eue. Tu te sens comprise et écoutée. Kira a vite fait son chemin jusqu'à ton cœur. Avant, tu ne comprenais pas vraiment ce que les personnes entendaient par "la famille qu'on choisit". Pour toi, personne ne pouvait avoir autant d'importance que les personnes qui partagent le même sang que toi, Kira, sans le savoir, t'a montré comment c'était possible.
Bien que tu ne l'aies jamais dit à haute voix et encore moins à Kira, tu la vois comme ta sœur. Tu ferais tout pour elle, pour la protéger. Tu sais que son groupe d'amis ferait tout pour elle aussi ; même si tu ne les connais pas, tu as compris qu'ils avaient un lien spécial, toutefois, tu peux affirmer sans te tromper qu'aucun n'est aussi proche de Kira que tu l'es. Comme le décrirait Anne Shirley, Kira et toi êtes âmes sœurs.
Lorsque vous vous retrouvez, vous allez souvent dans un café à mi-chemin entre vos deux maisons. Vous commandez vos boissons préférées et soit vous les buvez sur place, soit, s'il fait beau, vous allez au parc à côté.
Aujourd'hui est un jour ensoleillé donc vous allez en profiter pour bronzer tout en parlant de la dernière série que vous avez regardée. Tu attends votre commande alors que Kira a dû sortir quelques minutes car son père l'a appelée. Le barista appelle d'abord ton prénom, tu refermes ton livre et vas récupérer ta boisson et restes à côté, attendant celle de Kira en reprenant ta lecture.
- Café pour Kira ! interpelle le barista avant de froncer les sourcils en te voyant te rapprocher.
- Je la récupère, c'est celle de ma sœur, expliques-tu, il hoche la tête en te tendant le gobelet.
- Très bien. Bonne journée !
- Vous aussi ! réponds-tu avant de te tourner et de trouver Kira. Oh, ça y est, tu as fini ton appel ?
- Oui, allons-y !
Tu tends la boisson à Kira, elle te remercie alors que vous quittez les lieux. Lorsque vous arrivez à votre banc habituel — vous l'aimez car vous avez une magnifique vue sur le parc tout en étant dans un coin tranquille —, Kira racle sa gorge, attirant son attention.
- Tu m'as appelé ta sœur, annonce-t-elle de but en blanc.
- Quoi ?
- Quand tu as récupéré mon café, tu as dit que c'était pour ta sœur.
- Ah bon ? questionnes-tu, les sourcils froncés, tu n'avais même pas fait attention à ce détail.
- Oui, confirme Kira avec un sourire alors que tu évites son regard. Hey, ne sois pas gênée. Je n'en parle pas pour me moquer de toi, je te promets.
- Je sais, mais c'est quand même gênant…, commences-tu d'une voix basse. Je n'ai pas fait exprès. Je ne sais pas pourquoi j'ai dit ça. Enfin, si je sais, mais je ne pensais pas… Je devrais me taire, finis-tu en prenant une grande gorgée de ta boisson.
- Y/N, tu sais que tu peux tout me dire. Est-ce que c'est vraiment comme ça que tu me vois ? Ta sœur ? demande ta meilleure amie, sincèrement curieuse.
- Oui ? réponds-tu, peu sûre de toi. Je sais que ça peut paraître stupide, mais avant toi, je n'avais jamais eu d'amies et je ne pensais pas me lier d'amitié avec quelqu'un aussi rapidement. Je te considère comme ma meilleure amie, comme ma sœur, c'est facile d'être à l'aise avec toi, je t'ai avoué des choses que je n'ai jamais dites à mes parents. Je me sens vraiment comprise avec toi, avoues-tu avant d'être embarrassée à nouveau. Oublie que j'ai dit tout ça.
- C'est pareil pour moi. Je te considère comme ma sœur aussi, déclare Kira avec un sourire.
- Alors que tu as des tas d'autres amis, mieux que moi ?
- Ne te dévalorise pas ! soupire-t-elle, agacée. Je m'entends bien avec mes autres amis, mais on a pas ce lien spécial comme j'ai avec toi. Je suis vraiment contente de t'avoir parlé ce jour-là. Tu représentes beaucoup pour moi.
- Toi encore plus pour moi. J'espère ne jamais perdre ton amitié, elle est trop précieuse pour moi.
- Tu ne me perdras jamais. Je suis ta sœur de cœur tout comme tu es la mienne et rien ne changera ça.
Kira pointe son petit doigt vers toi et avec un sourire tu lies ton petit doigt au sien, les larmes aux yeux.
Dans le cadre de ses études, l'une de mes amies fait une enquête sur les attentes, les usages et les perceptions des professionnels de santé vis-à-vis des institutions bancaires dans le cadre de son mémoire de Master.
Je me permets donc de la partager avec vous afin qu'elle puisse recueillir plus de réponses.
Summary : For the first time in your life, you have a real friend, you even consider her your sister.
Warnings : feeling lonely, especially as a child, fluff, happy ending.
Word count : 1.7k
French version (will be published 05/07/2026 at 9pm)
Request : made by anonymous, here's the link to the request. First of all, so sorry for taking so long to write this!!! I promise I'll try to be more regular with your future requests. I hope you'll enjoy this one shot, again sorry for the delay. Enjoy 🥰
Friendship. You know the definition of this word. A quick look to the dictionary and the explanation is the following one : reciprocated feelings of affection or sympathy that are not based on family nor sexual attraction. You know friendship in theory. In practice, it's more complicated.
You've always been a lone wolf. You have no siblings and sure, you've had some acquaintances but no one to call 'friend.' It was a real suffering as a child. You wondered what was wrong with you, you envied the other kids and their best friend, then, with time, you've managed through it. You've ended up accepting you were made to be alone. It's better to be alone than in bad company, as the saying goes. Furthermore, you've found a way to fill that void by going into all these imaginary worlds and meeting all these fictional characters that books have to offer you.
As a consequence, upon arriving in High School, you made no effort to meet people. Some tried to reinvent themselves but not you. You've been keeping to yourself. Besides, in a town as small as Beacon Hills, who new persons could you meet?
It doesn't hurt you at all to be alone anymore. As long as you have your book of the moment with you, that's all that matters.
At school, you take your book out at any given opportunity. In class, it's a bit more complicated to discreetly read, yet with time, you've discovered with which teacher you could do it. Your favorite class to read is PE. Coach couldn't care any less about his students, outside of the lacrosse team. You hide in a quiet corner and read until the end of the class; because of this, you don't have good grades in PE, but you don't mind, you can make it up with the other subjects.
However, that day, while you're delving into your novel hidden under the bleachers, your favorite book in hands, Coach suddenly appears next to you, snatching your novel and screaming at you to run and do one more lap as a punishment. Stunned, you do as he says without even trying to get your book back; you'll just have to read Anne Shirley and Diana Barry's meeting later.
You try to catch up the other students, nevertheless, they're way too ahead of you. There is only one boy who seems to struggle as much as you do, if you're not mistaken, his name is Stiles Stilinski, though he's still ahead so he manages to leave you behind. You're so late that even the fastest classmates ends up running past you while you struggle to catch your breath.
At the end of the class, you throw yourself on the ground, taking deep breaths while you reach for your water bottle. With the strength you have left, you sit up and drink half of the bottle in one go. Most of the students go to the changing room. From afar, you hear Coach yelling an order, but you don't pay attention to it, not having heard your name.
When you start breathing normally again, you want to stand up, you just don't have the force to do it. Suddenly, someone extends a hand to you, inviting you to take it. Looking up, you recognize Kira Yukimura, the new lacrosse player who moved here not too long ago. You accept her hand and get on your feet the following second.
"Thank you," you simply say.
"You're welcome. I saw Coach made you run more than the others, I can't imagine how tired you must be," Kira explains, playing with the cones in her hands.
"I just discovered a new stage of fatigue."
"Hey, you, the reader, may this be a lesson!" Coach screams, catching both of your attentions. "I better not find you reading during my class again. I expect you to participate more and above all to get a better grade by being at least a C- student or I'll call your parents."
"But, it's almost the end of the semester! I'll never be able to improve that fast," you state, offended.
"Should've thought about it before reading Anne of Cheesy Gables in class."
"It's Anne of Green Gables," you correct, mumbling. "May I get my book back, please?"
"You'll get it at the end of the day, after your detention," he informs you, making you even more desperate. "Now, go get change, both of you!"
Without adding another word, you follow his order. Kira puts the cones next to Coach's stuff then says:
"Well, looks like you've made Coach very mad!"
"And I'll need a miracle to get a C- in three weeks when I haven't ran at all this semester and I hate this."
"I can help you if you want."
At her suggestion, you stay silent for a second. It's interesting except she's probably only saying this to be polite so you shake your head.
"It's kind, but no need. I'll manage."
"I don't mind it and it's always more encouraging to run with someone else. We can train after school."
"Don't you have lacrosse training?"
"Not every day and we can also do it during weekend."
"I'd like it, then," you accept after thinking about it.
"Great, get some rest tonight, we'll have a lot of work. We start tomorrow," she smiles.
True to her words, Kira trained you the following day and thanks to her, you did get a C-. You don't know how she did it to help you so fast. You thought that after this, you would stop talking, though, when you trained you found out you actually had a lot in common.
For the first time in your life, you have an acquaintance who has become a friend. For the first time, you're excited to go to school and talk to someone. You're not necessarily close with her group of friends but Kira has quickly become someone important for you. You think you can even say Kira has become your best friend and you know she feels the same. You think you've never laughed this hard with someone outside your family.
Kira really took you under her wings and showed you what friendship is and that you can have it too. You never believed you'd say this but you're glad Coach found you reading. You don't know what you'd do without Kira, her friendship is the most precious thing you've ever had. You feel seen and heard, Kira made her way to your heart. Before, you didn't understand what some people meant by 'chosen family.' For you, no one could be as important as the people related to you, however, Kira, without knowing it, proved to you it's possible.
Although you've never said it out loud, let alone to Kira, you see her as your sister. You'd do anything for her, to protect her. You know her group of friends would do anything for her, too — even though you don't know them, you quickly understood they had a special bond —, however, you can affirm without mistaking that none of them are as close to Kira as you are. As Anne Shirley would describe it, Kira and you are kindred spirits.
When you meet each other, you usually go to the café halfway between both of your houses. Your order your favorite drinks and you drink them at the café or if there's nice weather, you go to the park nearby.
Today is a sunny day so you'll enjoy it by tanning and talking about the last show you've watched.
You're waiting for your order when Kira has to go outside for a few minutes because her dad called her. The barista calls your name first, you close your book and quickly grab your drink and stay nearby, waiting for Kira's then you go back to your reading.
"Coffee for Kira!" the barista exclaims before frowning once he sees you getting closer.
"I'll get it, it's my sister's," you explain, he nods as he hands you the cup.
"Great, have a nice day!"
"You, too!" you respond before turning around and finding Kira. "Oh, you're done with your call?"
"Yes, let's go."
You give Kira her coffee, she thanks you and you leave the place.
As soon as you arrive at your usual bench — you like it because you have a beautiful view on the park and it's quiet —, Kira clears her throat, catching your attention.
"You called me your sister," she announces, point blank.
"What?"
"When you took my coffee, you said it was for your sister."
"Did I?" you question, your eyebrows knitting together, you didn't even catch this.
"Yes," Kira confirms with a smile while you avoid her gaze. "Hey, don't be embarrassed. I'm not saying this to mock you, I swear."
"I know, it's still embarrassing, though…," you start with a low voice. "I didn't do it on purpose. I don't know why I said it. I mean, I know but I didn't think… I should shut up," you finish, taking a big sip of your drink.
"Y/N, you know you can tell me everything. Is this really how you see me? As your sister?" your best friend asks, genuinely curious.
"Yes?" you reply, not sure of yourself. "I know it sounds stupid yet before you, I've never had any friends and I didn't think I could have a friendship with someone this quickly. I think of you as my best friend, my sister, it's easy to be at ease with you. I told you things I've never told my parents. I feel understood with you," you admit before feeling awkward again. "Forget everything I've just said."
"It's the same for me. I consider you my sister, too," Kira states with a smile.
"Even when you have so many other friends who are better than me?"
"Don't devalue yourself!" she sighs, annoyed. "I get along pretty well with my other friends but we don't have this bond I have with you. I'm really happy I talked to you that day. You mean so much to me."
"You even more to me. I hope I never lose your friendship, it means the world to me."
"You'll never lose me. I'm your sister by heart just like you're mine and nothing will change that."
Kira points her little finger to you and with a smile your link yours to hers as you tear up.
Summary : For the first time in your life, you have a real friend, you even consider her your sister.
Warnings : feeling lonely, especially as a child, fluff, happy ending.
Word count : 1.7k
French version
Request : made by anonymous, here's the link to the request. First of all, so sorry for taking so long to write this!!! I promise I'll try to be more regular with your future requests. I hope you'll enjoy this one shot, again sorry for the delay. Enjoy 🥰
Friendship. You know the definition of this word. A quick look to the dictionary and the explanation is the following one : reciprocated feelings of affection or sympathy that are not based on family nor sexual attraction. You know friendship in theory. In practice, it's more complicated.
You've always been a lone wolf. You have no siblings and sure, you've had some acquaintances but no one to call 'friend.' It was a real suffering as a child. You wondered what was wrong with you, you envied the other kids and their best friend, then, with time, you've managed through it. You've ended up accepting you were made to be alone. It's better to be alone than in bad company, as the saying goes. Furthermore, you've found a way to fill that void by going into all these imaginary worlds and meeting all these fictional characters that books have to offer you.
As a consequence, upon arriving in High School, you made no effort to meet people. Some tried to reinvent themselves but not you. You've been keeping to yourself. Besides, in a town as small as Beacon Hills, who new persons could you meet?
It doesn't hurt you at all to be alone anymore. As long as you have your book of the moment with you, that's all that matters.
At school, you take your book out at any given opportunity. In class, it's a bit more complicated to discreetly read, yet with time, you've discovered with which teacher you could do it. Your favorite class to read is PE. Coach couldn't care any less about his students, outside of the lacrosse team. You hide in a quiet corner and read until the end of the class; because of this, you don't have good grades in PE, but you don't mind, you can make it up with the other subjects.
However, that day, while you're delving into your novel hidden under the bleachers, your favorite book in hands, Coach suddenly appears next to you, snatching your novel and screaming at you to run and do one more lap as a punishment. Stunned, you do as he says without even trying to get your book back; you'll just have to read Anne Shirley and Diana Barry's meeting later.
You try to catch up the other students, nevertheless, they're way too ahead of you. There is only one boy who seems to struggle as much as you do, if you're not mistaken, his name is Stiles Stilinski, though he's still ahead so he manages to leave you behind. You're so late that even the fastest classmates ends up running past you while you struggle to catch your breath.
At the end of the class, you throw yourself on the ground, taking deep breaths while you reach for your water bottle. With the strength you have left, you sit up and drink half of the bottle in one go. Most of the students go to the changing room. From afar, you hear Coach yelling an order, but you don't pay attention to it, not having heard your name.
When you start breathing normally again, you want to stand up, you just don't have the force to do it. Suddenly, someone extends a hand to you, inviting you to take it. Looking up, you recognize Kira Yukimura, the new lacrosse player who moved here not too long ago. You accept her hand and get on your feet the following second.
"Thank you," you simply say.
"You're welcome. I saw Coach made you run more than the others, I can't imagine how tired you must be," Kira explains, playing with the cones in her hands.
"I just discovered a new stage of fatigue."
"Hey, you, the reader, may this be a lesson!" Coach screams, catching both of your attentions. "I better not find you reading during my class again. I expect you to participate more and above all to get a better grade by being at least a C- student or I'll call your parents."
"But, it's almost the end of the semester! I'll never be able to improve that fast," you state, offended.
"Should've thought about it before reading Anne of Cheesy Gables in class."
"It's Anne of Green Gables," you correct, mumbling. "May I get my book back, please?"
"You'll get it at the end of the day, after your detention," he informs you, making you even more desperate. "Now, go get change, both of you!"
Without adding another word, you follow his order. Kira puts the cones next to Coach's stuff then says:
"Well, looks like you've made Coach very mad!"
"And I'll need a miracle to get a C- in three weeks when I haven't ran at all this semester and I hate this."
"I can help you if you want."
At her suggestion, you stay silent for a second. It's interesting except she's probably only saying this to be polite so you shake your head.
"It's kind, but no need. I'll manage."
"I don't mind it and it's always more encouraging to run with someone else. We can train after school."
"Don't you have lacrosse training?"
"Not every day and we can also do it during weekend."
"I'd like it, then," you accept after thinking about it.
"Great, get some rest tonight, we'll have a lot of work. We start tomorrow," she smiles.
True to her words, Kira trained you the following day and thanks to her, you did get a C-. You don't know how she did it to help you so fast. You thought that after this, you would stop talking, though, when you trained you found out you actually had a lot in common.
For the first time in your life, you have an acquaintance who has become a friend. For the first time, you're excited to go to school and talk to someone. You're not necessarily close with her group of friends but Kira has quickly become someone important for you. You think you can even say Kira has become your best friend and you know she feels the same. You think you've never laughed this hard with someone outside your family.
Kira really took you under her wings and showed you what friendship is and that you can have it too. You never believed you'd say this but you're glad Coach found you reading. You don't know what you'd do without Kira, her friendship is the most precious thing you've ever had. You feel seen and heard, Kira made her way to your heart. Before, you didn't understand what some people meant by 'chosen family.' For you, no one could be as important as the people related to you, however, Kira, without knowing it, proved to you it's possible.
Although you've never said it out loud, let alone to Kira, you see her as your sister. You'd do anything for her, to protect her. You know her group of friends would do anything for her, too — even though you don't know them, you quickly understood they had a special bond —, however, you can affirm without mistaking that none of them are as close to Kira as you are. As Anne Shirley would describe it, Kira and you are kindred spirits.
When you meet each other, you usually go to the café halfway between both of your houses. Your order your favorite drinks and you drink them at the café or if there's nice weather, you go to the park nearby.
Today is a sunny day so you'll enjoy it by tanning and talking about the last show you've watched.
You're waiting for your order when Kira has to go outside for a few minutes because her dad called her. The barista calls your name first, you close your book and quickly grab your drink and stay nearby, waiting for Kira's then you go back to your reading.
"Coffee for Kira!" the barista exclaims before frowning once he sees you getting closer.
"I'll get it, it's my sister's," you explain, he nods as he hands you the cup.
"Great, have a nice day!"
"You, too!" you respond before turning around and finding Kira. "Oh, you're done with your call?"
"Yes, let's go."
You give Kira her coffee, she thanks you and you leave the place.
As soon as you arrive at your usual bench — you like it because you have a beautiful view on the park and it's quiet —, Kira clears her throat, catching your attention.
"You called me your sister," she announces, point blank.
"What?"
"When you took my coffee, you said it was for your sister."
"Did I?" you question, your eyebrows knitting together, you didn't even catch this.
"Yes," Kira confirms with a smile while you avoid her gaze. "Hey, don't be embarrassed. I'm not saying this to mock you, I swear."
"I know, it's still embarrassing, though…," you start with a low voice. "I didn't do it on purpose. I don't know why I said it. I mean, I know but I didn't think… I should shut up," you finish, taking a big sip of your drink.
"Y/N, you know you can tell me everything. Is this really how you see me? As your sister?" your best friend asks, genuinely curious.
"Yes?" you reply, not sure of yourself. "I know it sounds stupid yet before you, I've never had any friends and I didn't think I could have a friendship with someone this quickly. I think of you as my best friend, my sister, it's easy to be at ease with you. I told you things I've never told my parents. I feel understood with you," you admit before feeling awkward again. "Forget everything I've just said."
"It's the same for me. I consider you my sister, too," Kira states with a smile.
"Even when you have so many other friends who are better than me?"
"Don't devalue yourself!" she sighs, annoyed. "I get along pretty well with my other friends but we don't have this bond I have with you. I'm really happy I talked to you that day. You mean so much to me."
"You even more to me. I hope I never lose your friendship, it means the world to me."
"You'll never lose me. I'm your sister by heart just like you're mine and nothing will change that."
Kira points her little finger to you and with a smile your link yours to hers as you tear up.
Yelena Belova x Reader
You comfort Yelena after a nightmare
Yelena walks through the corridors of the now empty house. They hadn’t even had time to scream – she was that good. She holsters her gun and walks quietly down the stairs. The lights are off – she didn’t want any neighbours noticing and getting suspicious – but Yelena can work in the dark. When she was younger she’d been afraid of the dark, often seeking out Natasha for comfort. The Red Room had soon sorted that out.
She creeps into the study, switching on the computer and transferring the contents onto a memory stick before deleting them from the computer’s hard drive. This was what she’d been sent for. Assassination and information retrieval – standard job.
Yelena hears a noise and immediately tenses, pocketing the memory stick and then standing up, pulling her gun back out. She walks softly into the hallway when suddenly the lights flick on. Her face immediately scrunches up as she adjusts to the light and that’s when she sees the culprit – a young girl, maybe seven years old, stood on the staircase “Who are you?” The girl asks, her voice wavering with fear.
Yelena doesn’t even hesitate. She has no choice - no witnesses. She aims her gun and then-
“No!” Yelena screams, sitting bolt upright, panting and sweating.
She’s in her room at the Avengers Tower. Next to her you rouse quickly, hearing your girlfriend’s panic and fear. You sit up, putting your hand on her shoulder but she flinches, instinctively pushing you away “Get off me!”
“Hey! Hey, Lena, it’s just me. You’re in bed with me its okay.” You try putting your hand gently on her shoulder again and this time she doesn’t push you away but she keeps her back to you, running a hand through her short hair and taking deep breaths “Nightmare?”
“Bad one.” Yelena replies quietly, her voice wavering.
You rub your thumb gently over her shoulder. You moved into the tower a couple of months ago and Yelena’s had a handful of nightmares during that time. This seems to be the worst one yet though “Do you want to talk about it?”
She shakes her head quickly “No, God, no.”
“It might make you feel better-”
“I said no! Let it go!”
You wince at Yelena’s tone but you do drop it. She’d been quite open about her last nightmare, about how she’d seen Clint and Natasha fighting and then suddenly Natasha was falling, how Yelena couldn’t save her in time. Clearly something was different about this nightmare and you weren’t sure what to do. Last time Yelena had sought comfort from you but now she didn’t seem to want to be anywhere near you “Lena-”
“I’m gonna sleep on the couch.”
You frown, confused “What? No, you’re not going off by yourself right now. Come here.”
You try to pull her into your arms but she swats your arms away forcefully “Get off of me!”
You freeze, feeling hurt “Lena, what’s wrong? You don’t have to tell me about the nightmare but you’re scaring me.” Yelena moves to climb out of the bed and you grab her arm “Lena!”
Yelena sighs, finally turning to look at you and your heart drops when you see the tears already spilling down her cheeks. You kneel on the bed and put your hands on her shoulders “Lena, please talk to me.”
“I don’t deserve you.” Yelena sniffles “I don’t deserve to be an Avenger, to be playing at a hero, not after everything I did-”
You move one hand to her cheek, gently wiping away a tear with your thumb. Your voice softens “Yelena, we’ve talked about this. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I have so much blood on my hands-”
“No, no Yelena, no you don’t.” You caress her cheek, wiping another tear away “Dreykov has blood on his hands, the fucking Red Room does but not you, you didn’t have a choice-”
Yelena sobs “It was still me-”
“Lena, baby, you were a kid. A goddamn kid and then there was the mind-control agent.” You wrap your arms around her and this time she doesn’t resist, letting you cuddle her close “It was kill or be killed. You suffered so much, I’m so sorry.”
Yelena sobs into your chest, her arms wrapping around your waist and clinging to you like her life depends on it “You don’t even know half the bad things I did-”
“I know, I know, there’s a lot you don’t wanna tell me. I understand.” You run your hand through Yelena’s short hair “But if you ever did wanna tell me then… I wouldn’t judge you Yelena. I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult your childhood was. There’s nothing you can tell me that would scare me away.”
“Oh yeah?” Yelena sniffles, wiping at the tears on her face “Did you know that one of the Red Room tasks… I- There was this girl, Anya… She was my friend, ah she was so little, she trusted me. And they- They told me to lure her out into the woods and then they- Oh God, they-”
You hug Yelena tighter, your heart dropping. Every story Yelena tells you about the Red Room makes your heart sink, every story just as bad if not worse than the last. You know you never would have survived in her shoes “Oh Lena, I’m so sorry.” You kiss the top of her head “What would have happened if you hadn’t lured her out to the woods?”
“I- They- Well I guess they would’ve killed me-”
“You didn’t have a choice then, did you?”
“I should’ve let them.” Yelena sobs “I was a coward, I-”
“No Lena, no, don’t say that. You were a kid and- Look, if they intended to kill this poor Anya I don’t think there was anything you could’ve done to prevent that. You did what you had to do to survive. Okay? It’s not your fault Yelena; it’s not your fault…” You hug Yelena closer, whispering those words over and over again – you know she won’t believe you. Maybe she never will.
Yelena sniffles, her sobs and panic slowly starting to calm as she relaxes into your embrace, listening to your words. Of course she doesn’t believe you. Not completely. But your words still help to soothe her conscience a little “You won’t leave me?” Yelena asks, her voice quiet and vulnerable.
You shake your head “Never. You’re stuck with me now.” You kiss Yelena’s forehead “Feeling better?” Yelena nods “You’re not going to sleep on the couch. You’re staying here with me.”
Yelena nods again, letting out a shaky laugh “Yeah- Yeah, that was dumb, sorry.” She looks up at you “I’m working harder on… Being honest, opening up. It’s so damn hard though sometimes.”
“You’re doing fine Lena.” You reassure her “And you’re doing great with your drinking. I’m so proud of you.”
Yelena had a bit of an issue with alcohol and you’d both been working on reducing her intake. It had been a bit of an uphill struggle – bad days leave Yelena craving the oblivion the vodka bottle provides but you were doing your best to help her. You could tell Yelena was struggling but you were proud of how far she’d come.
“I can’t do this without you.” Yelena mumbles, nuzzling her face into your neck “I need you.”
“I’m here, I’m here Lena.” You tighten your arms around her and you feel her start to relax into your arms as she gets sleepy again “I love you so much.”
“Love you too Солнышко.” Yelena yawns “Keep holding me for a bit?”
You nod, pressing a kiss to the top of Yelena’s head “All night if you need me to.”
Yelena slowly relaxes into your arms, starting to fall back to sleep. The nightmare still lingers in the back of her mind, the memory of what she did, the person she used to be… It will never fade. Not completely. But being around you dulls the pain, dilutes the memories a little. The way you hold her tighter and reassure her whenever she brings up a painful childhood memory instead of running away… It helps. It makes her think that maybe, just maybe, she is worthy of love after all.
She falls back to sleep, her head lolling against your shoulder. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow or maybe in a couple of weeks she knows she’ll wake from another nightmare. But as long as she has you to soothe her back to sleep, she also knows that she’ll be okay.
I'm so sorry for this absence but I swear I didn't forget about this blog! If you're still following me, thank you for keeping up with me and get ready for new content very soon. I'll start by posting the requests I got, so to the people who wanted me to write an one shot, the wait is almost over, I promise!
I'll start publishing this Saturday at 9pm (French timezone) and I hope you'll like my story! I have so many ideas and I can't wait to share them all with you!
See you this Saturday,
Take care,
Marie 🫶🏻
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Ça fait longtemps 😅
Je suis désolée pour cette absence, mais je vous promets que je n'ai pas oublié ce blog ! Si vous me suivez encore, merci d'être resté⸱e aussi longtemps avec moi et soyez prêt⸱e⸱s pour du nouveau contenu très prochainement. Je vais commencer par poster les requests que j'avais en attente donc à toutes les personnes qui m'ont fait des demandes, l'attente est bientôt finie, je le jure !
Je reprendrai la publication ce dimanche à 21h, comme d'habitude et j'espère que vous aimerez mon histoire ! J'ai pleins d'idées et j'ai hâte de vous les partager !
Summary : You and Stefan have been sleeping together for the past couple months but you're still not official. You two want more but you're afraid the relationship will end up like the ones you already had.
Warnings : mention of sex but nothing explicit, angst, mention of past relationships who weren't healthy, mention of killing, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see any and if I missed any warnings !
Word count : 2,1k
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Song inspiration : Fingers Crossed by Trevor Daniel & Julia Michaels
Making sure Stefan is still asleep, you leave the bed. You do everything in your power to not make any noise, cursing every single time the floor cracks a little. You take your clothes off the floor and get dressed quickly. You readjust your tee-shirt when you’re walking toward the door of the Salvatore’s manor. You’re about to touch the door knob when a voice startles you :
“You’re sneaking off again ?”
“I’m not sneaking off.” You retort to Damon. “And what do you even mean by ‘again’?”
“Please.” He starts, rolling his eyes. “It’s been two months since you’ve started to see my brother every night and every morning you’re leaving without saying goodbye. I thought it’d become serious at some point.”
“Well, it won’t. I need to go. The girls are waiting for me.”
“Say ‘hi’ to Elena for me.”
“Bye Damon.” You exclaim without even listening to his last sentence.
You get in your car and start driving to Caroline’s, trying to not show how your conversation with Damon is troubling you. Obviously, you knew Stefan and you weren’t discreet. You both are vampires older than one hundred years so you don’t sneak out like teenagers, but nobody knows you're spending almost every night together. You don’t have to tell anyone about this. You both know what you’re doing. At least, that’s what you hope.
When you arrive at your best friend’s, you notice you’re the last one. They’ve already started eating some snacks. They know you’re often late, so they don’t wait for you anymore. You’re not mad at them for doing so. You’d do the same. Quickly, you start participating in the conversation, eating the sweets on the table.
You spend all of your afternoon with Caroline, Bonnie and Elena talking about everything and anything, watching movies and doing other activities. You have known them for a year and a half now, but you got close to them easily. You got along pretty well.
As Caroline is talking about the last gossip in town, you go heating the pizza that you ordered at lunch time. So you leave the living room and go to the kitchen. You put the slices in the microwaves. When it’s done, you take back the plate. You don’t have time to put a foot outside the kitchen before Caroline is running toward you while Bonnie and Elena try to stop her. You’re frowning, not understanding what’s going on. When Caroline gives you your phone, you notice the new text from Stefan and you understand why she is acting like that.
“When were you going to tell us ?!” Caroline screams, outraged while you try to play it cool.
“It's nothing worth talking about.”
“I hope you’re joking ! ‘You spend the night at my place or I go to yours ?’” Caroline says, quoting Stefan’s text. “And you call that ‘nothing’ ? When did you plan to tell us ?”
“Caroline, she deserves some privacy.” Bonnie reminds her.
“And you, when were you gonna tell us about Klaus ?” You ask Caroline and she opens her eyes big while Bonnie and Elena look at her, shocked. “Yes, he told me.”
“Don’t change the subject !”
“It’s not a big deal, Caroline.” Elena protests.
“You’re not being serious ? You’re telling me you don’t want to know more after seeing that text ?”
“I mean, only if Y/N wants to.” Bonnie answers her.
“Like I said, there’s nothing to say. Yes, we see each other sometimes at night. But it’s only from time to time. Nothing serious.”
“Wait, so it’s you ?” Elena asks me, as if she just got a revelation. “Damon told me a woman was always leaving Stefan’s room at every sunrise. I would have never guessed he was talking about you.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Wait a second again, you told us ‘sometimes’, Damon told me it’s almost every night ! During the week, there’s only a night where Stefan is really alone, according to him.”
“Really, that much ?” Caroline laughs, surprised.
“Sometimes, we just talk.” You answer to your friends. “Now, can you all stop talking about our private life ? There's nothing more to say about it !”
“I don’t get why you two haven't taken it to the next level yet.” Bonnie says and you sigh.
“Maybe we don’t want to. Honestly, I’m fine with how things are right now. I’m not sure I want a relationship once again. And he never said anything about us being serious.”
“Why not ?” Elena questions.
“Personally, I’ve never had any luck when it comes to love. My first boyfriend, or suitor like we used to say, I killed him because I lost control. The second tried to kill me when he discovered I was a vampire. For the third, we were in a toxic relationship. I tried love and it’s not for me.”
“You and Stefan, you’re meant to be.” Bonnie assures.
“I don’t know…”
“Oh, come on ! The looks you two give to each other don’t lie. You should be together !” Caroline exclaims.
“We’ll see. I don’t want him to feel like he has to do something and then it…” I start saying and Elena guesses the end of my sentence.
“Ruins everything ?”
“Yeah, kind of.”
“Talk about it. Who knows ? Maybe he wants to be with you, too.”
Not wanting to talk about it anymore, you change the subject, reminding them that the pizzas must be cold, again. You noticed that Caroline still wants to talk about it, but Bonnie sends her a death stare, stopping her from doing so. You mentally thank her for that. However, the rest of the day, you can’t help but think about their thoughts about the situation. It’s true, you’d like to make your relationship ‘official’ but if it’s unrequited, you wouldn’t know what to do. Furthermore, you’re scared that your next curse about your love life is you ruining everything. After your last love story, you’ve sworn to yourself you wouldn’t fall in love again, but Stefan and you had to kiss once then sleep together to change the promise you made to yourself.
At nightfall, you go to Stefan’s house. You don’t need to wait a lot for the situation to go from normal to heated. Once you’re done, you decide to change your routine, staying until he wakes up. That night, you don’t catch any sleep, thinking about the way you’re going to bring up the conversation. As the hours go by, you get more nervous. You try to think of every worst case scenario, hoping they won’t happen. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.
When the clock shows seven am, you feel Stefan moving a little next to you. He opens his eyes and frowns when he sees you laying next to him. You turn your head to him and smile kindly, trying to look relaxed.
“Are you really here ?”
“I hope you’ll be happy about it.” you say, laughing nervously.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not complaining but I expected to find your side of the bed empty, as always.
“I decided to change that. Hope you don’t mind, though.”
“Not at all, don’t worry.” He smiles.
“Stefan, I want to talk to you.”
“I’m listening.”
“Do you think that one day we could take it to the next level ? I mean, not that I don’t like what we have right now ! But we spent so many times together the past couple months and we never said if… if our relationship could be more.”
“I didn’t expect that question.” Stefan admits, sitting against the bed frame.
“Don’t feel like you have to do anything ! I just want to know where we are.”
“Yes, I understand. But I have to say, I don’t know. I like being with you, to say I don't like it would be a lie, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be in a new relationship. Katherine manipulated me, Elena fell in love with my brother. I’m not saying you would do the same, but I don’t want to live those kinds of situations ever again. I’m sorry if I gave you hope we could be together. Hope you understand.”
“I understand, don’t worry.” You say, trying to act like you don’t really care. “I’m… happy we clarified the situation… I have to go. I have something to do at my place.”
You see Stefan is about to say something but stops himself. You don’t pay anymore attention to him and take your clothes off the floor but this time, you don’t get dressed without making any sound. You do it quickly, wanting to leave as fast as you can. You knew there was a risk he’d push you away but deep down, you had hope it wouldn’t happen. Apparently, you don’t even need to be in a relationship anymore to feel that ache in your heart when you feel betrayed. After all, he doesn’t owe you anything, you know it but it still hurts. You bid your goodbye to him before leaving, almost running.
You isolated yourself the whole day. You only talked with Elena through text messages. After that, you almost didn’t take a look at your phone. You’d rather spend your day reading a book, leaving reality and your problems behind.
At seven pm, you look for new notifications and you’re surprised to see several missed calls from Stefan. You delete them, not wanting to talk to him right now. You know his reasons to push you away are valids. You understand his fears, you have the same ones, but you thought you’d talk a little bit more together. But thinking back to the discussion, you quickly ended it, you couldn’t handle ruining something again. You’re about to resume reading your book when you hear someone knocking on your door. Without any motivation, you go to open it. You open your eyes wide when you see Stefan in front of you. He seems nervous and… guilty ? He asks if he can come in and you let him. When you close the door, you both stay silent, looking at each other. You don’t go to another room. You’re too embarrassed to invite him to sit down on your couch, the conversation of this morning still playing in your head. You were really stupid to listen to your friends ! Now, there’s a tension between you two, something you didn’t want.
“I apologise for this morning.” he starts.
“You don’t have to, Stefan.”
“No, I owe you an apology. I want to take it to the next level. When I woke up and I saw you were still with me, I realised I wanted to be with you, just like you do. Elena told me you wanted more, even though you told me you just wanted to know.”
“Don’t pity me, please.” You beg him, feeling even more humiliated.
“It’s not the case. I love being with you. I love the moments we spend together, especially during the night where we just talked and got to know each other. I’ve never felt that big of a connection with anybody else before. But…”
“You don’t want to have your heart broken again.” You say, guessing the end of his sentence. “I get it. I have the same fear. We could say, we’ve never really had any luck in love.”
“Yeah.” He laughs softly. “But I want to try it. I pushed you away out of fear, but the moment I did it, I cursed myself. Deep down, I was waiting for that moment without knowing I was.”
“Your fears talked for you, it’s legit. It was the same for me when we talked about it with the girls and I talked about it.” You reassure him. “But with you, I want to overcome my fears. You’re the first person with whom I want to do it. I don’t want to miss a relationship that could be beautiful because my old scars are not completely healed.”
“Me neither. I trust you enough to set my fears aside. I really want us to be together.”
This last sentence makes you feel so much joy. Without thinking, you kiss him. Compared to the kisses you had two already shared, this one is full of love and tenderness. Stefan brings you closer by putting his hands on your hips. After a few seconds, you break the kiss, but your foreheads are still touching.
“You won’t sneak out in the morning anymore ?” Stefan asks you, a smile on his face that you share.
Summary : Katherine thinks back to the way you ended up together.
Warnings : witch!reader, flashbacks start during the 20s, alcohol consumption (be careful with your alcohol consumption!), Katherine killing people, implied sex, Katherine is jealous, a small reference to Interview With The Vampire, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.
Word count : 2.5k
French version
Song inspiration : Mastermind by Taylor Swift
A light breeze comes through the opened bedroom window, making the curtains move. The coolness of the night doesn’t bother Katherine, her entire focus set on your body next to hers, your head resting on her chest while you’re sleeping. Katherine lovingly looks at you and her hand strokes your arm. Her eyes on your face, Katherine can’t help but reminisce about the several events that brought you two to this precise moment.
The Roaring Twenties were in full swing. Katherine was running away from Klaus, though that didn’t stop her from having fun. She visited Speakeasies quite often, it was the perfect place to find a victim too inebriated to fight back.
That night, Katherine had found out about a Speakeasy thanks to her meal from the day before. As she arrived there, a soft voice instantly caught her attention. Turning her head, she found you on a stage, being completely captivated by your own singing as if you were alone in this world. She hadn't felt this kind of attraction in several decades.
Waiting for the end of your show, Katherine went to the bar, ordering a cocktail, her eyes didn’t leave you for one second. As she was sitting on a stool, Katherine was sipping her drink, her head moving at the rhythm of the music. As soon as you finished singing, people applauded. Beaming brightly, you bowed before getting off the stage. You trotted around to the bar and ordered a bourbon. Katherine was next to you and she didn’t waste another minute before leaning toward you, a charming smile on her face.
“I really loved your performance.”
“Thank you, I’m very happy to hear it,” you replied, taking a sip from your freshly poured drink. “You’re new here, am I right? I don’t recall seeing your face before.”
“You’re right,” she affirmed, ready to add something else when a masculine voice beat her to it.
“Y/N, the boss wants to see you.”
Katherine was throwing daggers at the man who interrupted your conversation. She only wanted one thing; to get up and compel him so he would leave you be. However, before she could move, you stood up, drinking your glass in one. Before walking to the man, you looked deeply into her eyes and put your hand on her forearm.
“I have to go. I sing every Saturday, I hope I’ll see you again.”
“You will.”
Satisfied by her answer, you languorously looked at her up and down then turned around toward the man. Katherine watched you leave and her only thought in her mind was ‘I will have her, nothing is going to stop me.”
As Katherine had promised you, the following Saturday, she came back to the Speakeasy to see you again. This time, she meticulously made a plan to have more than a one-minute conversation with you. She wasn’t going to let you slip through her fingers once more.
Katherine gazed at you performing with as many stars in her eyes as the first time. She still couldn’t comprehend what was happening to her. How could a mere mortal make her lose her mind? You had been in every single one of her thoughts for a whole week, she hated and loved it.
As soon as you finished singing, you accepted the flowers people gifted to you and discussed with some of them. Ten minutes later, you were finally able to go back to your dressing room.
In front of your mirror, you started taking off some of your jewellery when your eyes found the reflection of Katherine in front of you. A sneering smile made its way to your face while Katherine was leaning on the doorframe.
“Did you bribe the man who’s watching my room?” you asked before marking a pause. “Or did you compel him?”
“You know what I am,” Katherine exclaimed, entering the room.
Slowly, you rose from your chair and walked toward her.
“I know who you are, Katerine Petrova. Though, I believe you like to be called Katherine Pierce nowadays, don’t you?”
“I’m glad to know my reputation precedes me,” she said, closing the door.
“It’s not necessarily a good thing. After all, you’re known for angering Klaus Mikaelson and also for your selfishness.”
Kathere was flattered at your sentence. Although she was afraid Klaus would find her again, she was happy to know she was famous for standing up to an Original. Katherine took a step toward you before walking around you with a mischievous smile.
“I’m only protecting myself, is it such a bad thing?”
“I don’t know why you’re here, but just know, I only get involved in vampire drama if I can get something out of it,” you claim before using your magic to make her stop in front of you.
“You’re a witch. Interesting.”
“So, what do you want?”
“Oh, I simply wanted to see you,” she whispered in your ear with a fake innocent expression and giving you goosebumps. “However, now that I know what you are, I think we can form an alliance,” Katherine said, taking a step back. “The last witch I used to work with dumped me.”
“You mean you betrayed her?”
“I’d say it depends on the point of view,” Katherine admitted after pretending to think.
“Why would I form an alliance with you? Klaus will kill me if he knows I’m helping you.”
“I’m sure you have one more trick up your sleeve. You can help me to protect myself from my enemies and I can give you my protection.”
“I’m a three hundred-year-old witch, my magic is powerful enough to protect myself,” you informed her with an arrogant look.
“Well, let’s say the day you’ll need something from me, you’ll just have to ask and I promise to never turn my back on you. Do we have a deal?” Katherine proposed, holding out her hand.
“We do,” you replied, shaking it.
You shook hands for a few seconds, then thanks to a confidence boost, Katherine pulled you in and put her lips on yours. At first, you were surprised, it took you a few seconds to kiss her back passionately. Between two kisses, Katherine smiled, proud the first part of her plan worked out.
From that night on, an alliance was created between you two. Katherine called you often so you would either help her stay off radars from Klaus, change her jewel to walk in the sun or to manipulate the world around her; Katherine knew she could use your magic for herself. At first, you didn’t think a vampire could be this useful, yet to be a witch means being an easy target and Katherine always helped you when needed and whenever you wanted to try out some spells, she always volunteered to help you.
On top of your ‘professional’ relationship, a more intimate one also bloomed. Nothing official, of course, Katherine wasn’t made for something more than casual. She’s only faithful to herself and no one else. Yet, with years, you started to be the exception to the rule. It wasn’t rare for you two to meet each other when you didn’t need the other’s help so you could be intimate and after those moments, you would sometimes talk about your respective past, showing a part of yourselves you normally hid to others.
Over time, you ended up having feelings for her, which you tried to deny for years. Loving Katherine wouldn’t end well, you knew it; so you couldn’t let stupid feelings ruin your alliance with her. Consequently, you took as much as Katherine would give you.
However, one night, while you were laying in bed, the cover barely on your naked bodies, you dared bring the subject up. You didn’t explicitly say you loved her, you only asked if you were exclusive. Katherine lightly chuckled and affirmed she was sleeping with other people so you could do whatever you want. You gazed while she told you this and you felt like she was so detached from you. Though, if you could have read her mind, you would have heard her panic screams.
Katherine was attached to you more than she planned and despite seeing other people, she only had eyes for you. The second the words ‘you can do whatever you want with whoever you want’ left her mouth, Katherine wanted to hit herself. It was the opposite of what she wanted. Katherine was known for her selfishness but also for her jealousy and in spite of herself, she pushed you in strangers’ arms with a big smile on her face.
Your heart tightened in your chest the second you heard her, nevertheless you showed nothing. After all, dating Katherine was a lost cause, so better not to try it. As a consequence, you kept being casual.
Notwithstanding, everything changed one evening, fifteen years after you first met. You were at a bar where you made acquaintance with a beautiful woman. You paid her a drink and talked. One thing leading to another, you got out of the bar so you could make out away from prying eyes. Behind the establishment, you had your back pressed against the brick wall while the woman - whose name you didn’t care to remember - was kissing you with passion. With your eyes closed, you appreciated every kiss, especially when they went from your lips to your neck. Your hands were on her hips, trying to bring her closer while hers slipped underneath your shirt. She was about to take it off when she was pulled back by Katherine. Before you could react, she bit your one night stand in the neck. Getting a hold of yourself, you cast a spell on Katherine so she let her go.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you do that?” you screamed, angry.
“I was hungry. I promise to take care of the body,” she stated with empty eyes.
“Couldn’t you find someone else? In case you hadn’t noticed, I wanted to spend the night with her.”
“Oh, I noticed perfectly, but she didn’t deserve you.”
“It was just a one night stand, I wasn’t going to marry her,” you added, rolling your eyes.
“Then, why are you making such a big deal out of me killing her? I’m sure you’ll find someone else to go home with. There was more than one woman who stared hungrily at you,” Katherine said with venom.
“What?” you questioned before having your eyes wide open. “Wait, are you jealous?”
“No, I just don’t like when people get close to you.”
“That’s the definition of ‘jealousy.’ I thought I could do whatever I wanted with whoever I wanted, that between us it was just casual, so why is it bothering you so much?” you asked and Katherine felt anger eating her alive when you used her words against her. “I was kissing her and I was about to have sex with her, that’s it.”
“I heard your heart skipping a beat!” she yelled, confusing you even more.
“What are you talking about?”
“When she complimented you, ‘oh, you’re breathtaking, I don’t understand how you’re single’,” Katherine told you, imitating the woman's voice.
“You stalked me the whole night? Have you done this before?”
“If you really want to know, yes! After all, I can’t lose my ally so I need to watch you.”
“Oh, so now all of this is just about our alliance? Nothing else?”
“Maybe.”
“You’re full of shit,” you exclaimed, annoyed, “Don’t deny something for once in your life! Why are you acting like this?”
“Because I love you!” Katherine finally confessed, being at her wits’ end, “Happy? And I don’t know how to act, alright? I have always had the upper hand, manipulating people I wanted, but with you? I can barely follow you and I don’t wanna lose you. I don’t know what to do about it! So, yes, I’m jealous you’re with other women, even if I told you you could. I want you and I want no one else to have you. I know I’m a lot and I’m manipulative, you might say I’m Machiavellian but It’s because I care. I’m irrational, I’m aware, but you caught me off guard and I don’t know how to act. I learned to keep people at arm’s length and it’s what I’ve done with you, too, even when it’s the last thing I want. Seeing you kissing her tonight was my last straw, I couldn’t keep it any longer.”
“I swear I don’t understand you sometimes,” you sighed before bringing her to you and kissing her.
Katherine put her hands on both sides of your face, deepening the kiss. As opposed to all the kisses you had shared before, this one was soft, full of love and vulnerable. Without wasting another second, your tongue found its way to her mouth while Katherine made you step back until your back hit the wall. You kept kissing for several minutes before breaking the kiss, your lips curving into a smile.
The sunlight slowly enters the room, illuminating your body, making it even more beautiful. Feeling you slightly move against her, Katherine stops reminiscing about your relationship before focusing on her present with you. Once your eyes are open, you gaze at Katherine before pecking her lips. With just one look, you guess you snapped her out of her thoughts.
“What were you thinking about?” you ask, stroking her cheek.
“We’ve been together for twenty years, can you imagine?”
“Who would have thought the heartless vampire Katherine Pierce was so cheesy?” you joke.
“Hey! It’s your fault. You made me weak,” Katherine replied, faking offense.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Besides, I’m only cheesy with you, no one else.”
“More seriously, what were you thinking about?”
“Us,” she admits with eyes full of love. “The first time I saw you I knew I wanted you and I planned everything to see you again. When I still didn’t know you were a witch, I simply thought I’d flirt and have a relationship with you, but after, I realised I could do better and the second you accepted my deal… I knew I had to do everything to be useful to you so you wouldn’t slip through my fingers. Every time I needed you and I made sure you needed me, just know it was all part of my plan, none of it was accidental.”
“So, saying we were casual then throwing a tantrum was part of your big plan as well?” you question with a teasing look.
“Ok, this wasn’t part of my plan and it’s exactly why it failed, anyway beside this snag, everything was calculated.”
“Oh, I know,” you confess with a smirk, catching her off guard.
“You know?”
“You’re Katherine Pierce, I knew from the start you had something in mind,” you affirm.
Masterlist
Katherine can’t help but feel pride, realising you’re the only person in this world to know her this well and accept every part of her, the goods like the bad ones. At this precise instant, Katherine knows she couldn’t have found a better person to spend the rest of eternity with.
Summary : You thought your father, Dean Winchester, would always be by your side.
Warnings : Spoiler last episode of the show!, reader is Dean's daughter, no age mention but reader is a young adult, angst, character death, feeling of hopelessness, loss of a parent, bittersweet ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English isn't my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.
Word count : 4.6k
French version
Song inspiration : Marjorie by Taylor Swift
Laying on your bed, a book in hand and your dog Miracle at your feet, you patiently wait for your dad and your Uncle Sam to come home from the hunt. Since the apocalypses, the wars between Angels, Archangels and God have officially stopped, you took a step back from the hunting life. You still help them with the research but you don’t go on the field as much. You can finally have a normal life - as normal as it can be when your last name is Winchester - and Dean supports your decision, glad to know your future is full of possibilities.
You’re in the middle of a chapter when you hear the bunker’s door opening. Miracle raises his head while you put your book on the bed. You trot to the entrance where you only find Sam with an emotionless look on his face however you don’t notice it.
“Was the hunt good? Where’s dad?” you question with a smile.
“Y/N, something happened.”
“What? Did you scratch Baby?” you laugh, yet your smile disappears as soon as you see his serious face.
“No, it’s Dean.”
“What is it? Uncle Sam, what happened? Is dad hurt? Where is he?”
“Y/N, wait,” Sam holds you back as you’re about to leave the room. “You should sit down.”
“I don’t want to sit down, I want to know where my dad is.”
“We found a vampire nest so we went there to kill them but Dean got hurt.”
“Is he okay, though, right?”
Sam stays silent for a long second before speaking again.
“One of the vampires pushed them against a beam and there was a spike. He got severely injured.”
“What do you mean, Sam? Tell me my dad is okay!”
“I’m sorry, Y/N, Dean… he died during the hunt.”
Upon hearing this sentence, the floor crumbles underneath your feet. You can’t believe it. You stay speechless while Sam keeps talking.
“You dad wanted you to know he’s always been proud of you and he loves you. He also told me-”
“No…,” you interrupt him with watery eyes. “Wh-, How-, it can’t be.” you stutter, shaking your head. “He can’t die! He is Dean Winchester. He’s survived so many things. He can’t be dead!”
“Y/N/N, I’m terribly sorry.”
“No!” you scream when Sam is about to hug you. “I… I need…”
You don’t finish your sentence, too stunned to speak. You run to your room, tears rolling down your face, Miracle hot on your heels. You let the dog in the room before locking yourself in. Completely confused, you don’t know what to stare at. Your eyes look everywhere while Sam’s words are echoing in your head: ‘He died during the hunt.’ You choke while big tears stream down your cheeks. You fall to the ground as your heart bleeds. You can’t believe you’ve just lost your dad.
One could think it wouldn’t hurt as much after Dean cheated death so many times, however the pain is still unbearable - if not worse, this time. You grew up with only your dad and your Uncle as your mom died in childbirth. Your family isn’t big but your love for them knows no limit. You had to overcome a lot of loss the past years, whether it was Bobby, Charlie, Castiel or other people, though the pain you felt at their death is nothing compared to what you’re feeling right now. You’re lost, begging in the empty for your dad to come back to you. Miracle has his head on your legs, trying to comfort you; you stare at him and you hurt a bit more.
Dean never wanted a dog, no matter how many times you asked him for one. He always used to say with your way of life, you couldn’t take care of one and above all, he’d say no dog would ever get in the Impala as long as he’s alive. However, the second your life went back to normal, he rescued Miracle. You secretly suspect he’s always wanted a dog and your whim was the perfect excuse to adopt one. When he brought Miracle home, you weren’t surprised to see he was the one he got. Miracle managed to find his way to Dean’s heart since they first met, though he would never admit it… would have never admitted it.
Dean was finally having the life he’s always wanted, far away from the repeating apocalypses and it was taken from him as quickly as it came. It isn’t fair. You dad doesn’t deserve to die this young and you still need him. You’ll always need him.
You stay with your back against the door and Miracle in your arms for several hours. Actually, you don’t know how long you stayed in this position. You’re numb, time is standing still since your discussion with Sam; maybe only two hours passed or a whole day, you have no idea and you don’t have the strength to check it on your phone. All you want is your dad. You don’t care what time it is or if you need to eat. You just want Dean and his comfort.
You think back to all the times you lost Dean and all the times he came back. There always was a solution. There must be one for this time, too. His time hasn’t come yet. You still can bring back your dad to life, no matter the sacrifice you have to make. You dry your cheeks and stand up. Determined, you leave your room and walk to the library, Miracle following you. You take several lore books you already know and others you’ve never read but could be useful. On the table, you have at least four piles of ten books, yet you’re still motivated. You could read thousands of books, as long as you find a solution, that’s all that matters. You take one and start reading it and taking notes with information that might be helpful.
You’ve just finished a whole stack when Sam’s voice snaps you out of your reading, startling you. Sam stares at you, worried while you don’t pay much attention to him before going back to your research. Sam sits in front of you yet, he stays silent. He watches you for a few minutes before speaking.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“No.”
“Alright. I’m gonna give Dean a Hunter’s funeral tomorrow. If you wanna join me.”
“Don’t burn his body!” you exclaim following his information.
“I have to and you know it.”
“No! If you do it, it’ll be even harder to save him.”
“What exactly are you researching, Y/N?” Sam questions, fearing your answer.
“A way to resuscitate dad.”
“Y/N, we can’t do that.” He firmly says and you look at him sternly.
“Why? That didn’t stop you and dad from doing it numerous times before, why would it be any different now?”
“Because everytime we wanted to cheat death, it caused major issues, you know that damn well.”
“Nothing we can’t handle. Dad can’t be dead, not like this, not now that everything is starting to get better. I’m gonna bring him back, no matter the price.” you affirm, opening a new book.
“Even if you have to die?” Sam interrogated, surprised.
“As long as he’s alive, that’s all that matters.”
“Y/N, your dad wouldn’t want you to sacrifice your life for him. He’d want you to live it.”
“It means nothing if he isn’t there.” you say, your lip quivering. “I need him, Uncle Sam. I have to bring him back.”
“We can’t.”
“We damn well can! We can find a solution.” you argue before having an idea. “I’m even sure if we asked Jack, he’d do it. After all, the current God likes us more than the last one, we’re his family.”
“Y/N, we can’t save him, not this time.” Sam insists, making you angry.
“If you don’t want to save your big brother who sacrificed everything for you, that’s your problem, as for me, I’m gonna save him, so either you help me or you leave me alone.”
“It’s time he rests in peace, especially after everything he went through.”
“Because of everything he went through, he deserves to live without worrying about Lucifer, God or another Archangel.”
You look at Sam, sure of yourself. Sam doesn’t reply right away before weighing pros and cons and admitting to you:
“Dean specifically asked to not be brought back to life because he knew too well the consequences, so respect his wish.”
“He was dying, he didn’t know what he wanted. Now, leave me, I have lots of research to do.”
Defeated, Sam sighs before leaving the library. He sees how desperate and in denial you are. He just hopes you’ll realise very soon bringing Dean back is dangerous and useless. Though he fears you’ll realise it too late and you’ll suffer even more. Either way, he promised Dean to be there for you and that’s what he’s going to do. Whether you want it or not, Sam will stay by your side to comfort you the instant you’ll accept Dean’s death.
The following day, Sam gives Dean a Hunter’s funeral alone. He tried to convince you to come but you refused, preferring to lose yourself in your research. Sam wished he could have done the funeral later, fearing you might regret it later for missing this last goodbye to Dean, unfortunately, it had to be done as soon as possible.
Sam worries more and more for you. You’ve completely shut yourself out. You only read books in the library and do more advanced research on the internet without sleeping or eating. He brings you food however you almost never eat and you pull all-nighter after the other, despite his disapproval. He doesn’t know what to do to help you. He knew you’d be devastated when he told you Dean’s death but he didn’t expect this reaction.
A few weeks later, the situation hasn’t evolved, except that now you’re locked in your room and not in the library as a way to avoid Sam. You’re still mad at him for not wanting to help you save your father. You don’t understand how he can be this passive. Your father would have done everything to bring back Sam if the roles were reversed, you’re sure of it.
You finish reading the last book you took from the library when you have an idea. You think you know where to look, except you didn’t see the book when you rummage through all the shelves or you would have started with this one right away. Just in case, you go through the mess that is your room now before going to the library and checking everywhere four times. You try to remember where it might be when a memory comes into your mind. You saw it last in your dad’s bedroom a few weeks before his death. You haven’t stepped a foot there since Dean’s last hunt. You just can’t. You’d like to, though. Normally, whenever you’re feeling down, you go find your dad in his room so he can comfort you.
However, if you went to his room now, you’d face a loud silence and you can’t face it.
Reluctantly, you end up walking slowly to Dean’s bedroom. You stay in front of the door for some time, pondering if you should go in or not. You don’t know if you’re ready to enter his room but on the other hand, you need this book, it might be the solution. You take a deep breath and open the door. The corridor light penetrates the room and you can see the bed which is made, his music collection and the book you’re looking for on the desk. You turn on the light and take big steps to his desk, wanting to leave the room as soon as possible. However, you don’t do it. On the desk chair, you find one of your dad’s shirts. You get teary eyes as you take it and bring the piece of cloth to your nose. You smell the familiar scent and you burst into tears in one second. You wish Dean would come to his room and tell you not to steal one of his tapes like you usually do. Everytime he’d admonish you, he’d pretend it bothered him when in reality, he loved knowing he passed on his love for classic rock to you. His bedroom is now all that’s left of him and you don’t want to lose this place, even the most insignificant piece of scrap such as the menu from the burger place a few miles away is now of an inestimable value. Your eyes fall on a piece of paper lying in the middle of the desk. Carefully, you read it and find it’s an application to become a firefighter on which you can see his signature with his name on the bottom of the paper. You sob when you think back of the first time your dad confessed to you he would have loved to be one if he hadn’t been a hunter.
It was a few years ago during a fall morning, Dean had woken you up early. Too early. At 4:00 A.M. to be specific. He had woken you up because he wanted to have a father-daughter day. This was how you found yourself in the Impala this early while you were still mentally sleeping and your dad was happy to spend the day with you.
“You know, a father-daughter day can start at 10:00 A.M.,” you complained, yawning.
“You’re not gonna regret waking up early, trust me. We’re almost there.”
“It better be amazing or during the next roadtrip I pick the music.”
“Hell no! You know the rules.” Dean refused.
“Yeah, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole, whatever. I deserve some compensation!”
“I got you some donuts.” he exclaimed, showing the pink box at your feet.
“It’s a good start.”
A few minutes later, you arrived in front of a lake. Dean told you to get out of the car and to lean on the hood with the donuts in hand. Despite the morning breeze, you started eating while watching the sunrise. The sky was a beautiful amber colour and it was reflecting on the lake, making the scene even more stunning. It was peaceful, save for the birds which were waking up.
“So, wasn’t it worth it?” Dean asked with a smirk.
“Ok, you were right and besides, the donuts are delicious. I didn’t think of you as a fan of watching the sunrise.”
“I can be interested in nature!”
“Stop it or next thing you know, you’re only gonna eat salad like Uncle Sam.” you answered with a fake fear expression on your face to which Dean rolled his eyes.
“The fact is we’re having a great time as a father and daughter, away from all the supernatural threats.” Dean said, holding you close to him.
“True.”
“And like this, I can make it up a little bit for the father I am.”
“You don’t have to make it up. You’re a great dad.”
“No children should grow up like you did, like I did. I always promised myself I wouldn't make the same mistakes as my father and here you are in the middle of all this crap between two High School periods.” He grumbled, avoiding your gaze.
“Do I have to remind you I started hunting because I followed you, not because you forced me to?”
“I’m still mad at you for that. You shouldn’t have followed us when you didn’t even know what you were fighting, it could have ended badly!”
“The fact is I saved your ass from some werewolves.” you retorted with a proud smile.
“You especially got lucky. I didn’t know what I would have done if you had gotten hurt.”
“I learned from the best, nothing could happen to me.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. With Sam, we always got ourselves out of those messes just on time. I don’t like knowing you’re part of the hunting life.” Dean confessed with sad eyes.
“I chose it. You always give me a way out and I never take it because I like to hunt.”
“Maybe, but I wish you had the opportunity to lead a normal life, you deserve it.”
“I might not hunt my whole life, I don’t know for sure. For now, it’s what I want to do, though. To be honest, I don’t even know what I’d do if I weren’t a hunter. Besides, you deserve a normal life, too, you know.” you affirmed, firmly.
“It’s too late for me. And I’m not made for the apple pie life but it can be different for you.”
Your heart broke in your chest upon hearing your dad saying this. You wish his life had been different, that his dad had given him the choice when he was younger. Dean might have kept everything buried inside yet, you could read him like an open book. No matter what he affirmed you, you knew your dad wished for a calmer life.
“What would you have done, if you hadn’t been a hunter?” you randomly asked.
“What do you mean?”
“If you had the apple pie life, what would be your job?”
“I don’t know.” he replied but you didn’t believe him.
“You’re telling me you never thought about it ? You’re lying. I can totally see you in a job where you help others.”
“I would have loved to be a firefighter.” Dean confessed after marking a pause.
“You would have been a good firefighter, I’m sure of it. Who knows, maybe one day you’ll have your chance?”
“I don’t think so. I made up my mind I’ll always be a hunter and besides without hunting, I would have never met your mother and you wouldn’t be here so I’m grateful for this life.” he affirmed with a genuine smile.
“You’ll always be here, right?”
“Always.” he promised.
You kept watching the sunrise while talking about more random topics, you particularly complained about some teachers and Dean shared his High School experiences - while leaving behind some details as to not be a bad influence.
The rest of the day, Dean taught you how to drive Baby, something that didn’t happen often. You were so happy to see your dad trusting you this much. You carefully listened to Dean to avoid making any mistakes. Dean, as for him, loved sharing this knowledge with you, despite having some anxiety over Baby potentially being injured at any given moment. After that day, this place by the lake quickly became your father-daughter spot.
In hindsight, you realise to what extent Dean could have lived the life he wanted. He was probably going to go less and less on hunts so he could do the job he always loved and his chance at a normal life has been ripped away from him. After everything he went through, he deserved this chance.
Furthermore, you become aware you’ll never have a father-daughter day again where Dean wakes you before the sun so you could enjoy every instant. Had you known, you would have made sure to memorise every second of your last day. All of these memories are part of the past and you can’t bear the idea of it. You can’t stay another day away from your dad, you’re desperate and you must save him. You keep the shirt in your hand while you close the door then, you pray to Jack, looking up.
“Please, Jack, if you can hear me, you have to help me. I’ll bother you only this one time, I promise. I won’t ask for anything else. I just need my father, you have to bring him back. Please, help me.”
You keep begging as you close your eyes as if it gave more strength to your prayers. After a few minutes, Jack’s voice saying your name resonates in the room. You open your eyes and throw yourself in his arms. You missed him so much. You quickly considered Jack as your little brother after he was born so the second he took over Chuck, you heart broke. You’re glad to see Jack replied to your call, despite his responsibilities.
“I’m happy to see you, Y/N.”
“Me too, you have no idea.”
“You prayed so we could talk about Dean. Let me tell you, he is in Heaven. He deserves it after everything he’s done.” he informs you with a genuine smile.
“He particularly deserves to live. Jack, I know I’m asking for a lot but he can’t stay in Heaven, he has a life here, he has to live it.”
“I can’t do that and you know it.”
“You’re God now, of course you can!” you exclaim, appalled.
“After everything he’s sacrificed, he can finally rest.”
“No, he can finally live! Jack, you have to save him.” you beg, tears in your eyes.
“I can’t break the new balance we just made and also, he doesn’t want to, Y/N, he knows the price to pay and he doesn’t want you and Sam to pay it, you in particular.” Jack says, calmly.
“You’re lying! My dad would never leave me. Please, Jack, I’m begging you to help me. Whether you do it or not, I’ll find a way but with your help, I’ll cause less damage.”
“My answer stays the same. I’m sorry.” he insists, making you mad.
“Leave. I’ll do it alone. I don’t need you! Leave!”
Disappointed, Jack disappears, leaving you alone in Dean’s room. You can’t understand why no one wants to help you. You’re not asking to bring back a monster, just your father so why is everyone letting you down? Your tears that had stopped rolling down earlier find their way back on your cheeks again in a second. You’re sick of everything. You’re sick of crying. You’re sick of no one helping you. And more specifically, you’re sick of not having your father.
Mentally tired, you end up laying down on Dean’s bed and you hold the shirt close to you, hoping it’ll bring you some sense of comfort. You keep crying until you finally fall asleep for the first time in weeks.
A light breeze going over your body wakes you up. You open your eyes, not understanding where it comes from and you find yourself on the backseat of Dean’s car. You just have the time to look up when you see the car door opened and your dad telling you to get out of the car. Surprised, you need a second before jumping into his arms. Dean hugs you back and strokes your back while you pay attention to his shoulders moving at the rhythm of his breath to make sure he’s alive. After a few minutes, you break the embrace and Dean drags you so you can lean against the hood of the Impala which is parked in front of the lake. Dean puts his arm around your shoulder while you put your head against his.
“Dad, is this a dream or real? I’m confused, I haven’t found a solution yet so how can you be here? And how did I get in the Impala?”
“Jack must have found a way for us to meet again.” Dean answers, giving you hope, in spite of himself.
“So, is it all good? You’re safe?”
“No, sweetheart. Jack and Sam were right when they said I didn’t want to be brought back to life.”
“Why, though? You finally had everything you wanted!” you anger, taking a step back from Dean.
“I can’t keep on dying and coming back to life, I had to die for good one day.”
“Yeah, when you’d be old, very old, not now!”
“I wish it could have been later, too, but it is what it is, there’s nothing we can’t do. Y/N/N, I don’t want you to spend your life trying to find a way to bring me back, it always ends badly. I promise you, I regret nothing, I’m fine and I can finally rest. You have to keep living without worrying about me.” he tells you, calmly.
“But I need you, dad.” you retort, shaking your head. “There’s so much I don’t know, there are so many questions I should have asked you about the supernatural, what I’m supposed to do, on how to be and even more questions I haven’t thought about yet. It’s too hard without you.” you say, your voice breaking.
“You’ll be okay, I know you will. You’re a fighter, a Winchester. I’m proud of you and the woman you became, I hope you know that.”
“Uncle Sam told me, yeah.”
“Don’t push him away. He tries his best to support you while respecting what I asked him.” Dean tenderly states.
“You told me you’d never leave me. You promised you’d always be here.”
“And I meant it. I’ll always be by your side even if you don’t see me. I’ll never leave you and when the moment comes, we’ll meet again.”
“I want us to meet again now.” you cry and Dean takes you in his arms.
“I wish we could but we can’t. I’m sorry we didn’t have much time together. I love you, sweetheart, never forget it.”
“I love you, too, dad.” you say before breaking the embrace. “I’ll apologise to Uncle Sam, I shouldn’t have yelled at him.”
“He isn’t mad at you, I’m sure of it. It’ll be okay, don’t worry.” he says, kissing your temple. “Come on, let’s enjoy this moment. Donuts?”
A small smile finds its way to your face as soon as he hands you a donut. You take it and eat it, enjoying this precious moment. Mentally, you thank Jack and apologise to him before focusing back on the lake illuminated by the sunrise until you slowly fall back asleep.
The second you wake up, you’re in Dean’s room again, his shirt next to yours. A single tear streams down your face yet, this time, this tear isn’t only for the pain of losing your dad. This tear is full of sadness, yes, but also of joy as you got one last goodbye. This tear rolls down because you know Dean’s death is still affecting you notwithstanding, he’s right, he can’t be brought back to life and you have to accept it. You know that despite everything, he’s still all around you.
You look at the clock on the nightstand and discover it’s still early and the sun is still rising in the sky. You take one of your dad’s jackets in his closet and leave the bunker with Miracle who woke up when he heard you. Outside, you admire the dawn, your heart pinching in your chest a little. No matter how many sunrises you’ll have to live without Dean, you promise yourself to have at least a day during the week where you’ll wake up early and think about your dad. You want to keep him alive in your head and for this, you want to keep the traditions you had when he was still there.
The day officially started, you grab Baby’s keys and drive downtown, more specifically to the Fire Academy. You enter the building and wait for your turn at the reception. As soon as it’s your turn, the woman tells you to come closer and asks what you need.
“I’d like to apply to be a firefighter, please.”
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The woman gives you some information and papers to fill and when she’s done, you thank her and go back to the Impala. Sat on the driver seat, you look at the papers with a bittersweet smile. Though you don’t see Dean, you know he’s here, right next to you, happy to see you officially quit the hunting life and realise your dreams and his.
Summary : Katherine thinks back to the way you ended up together.
Warnings : witch!reader, flashbacks start during the 20s, alcohol consumption (be careful with your alcohol consumption!), Katherine killing people, implied sex, Katherine is jealous, a small reference to Interview With The Vampire, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.
Word count : 2.5k
French version
Song inspiration : Mastermind by Taylor Swift
A light breeze comes through the opened bedroom window, making the curtains move. The coolness of the night doesn’t bother Katherine, her entire focus set on your body next to hers, your head resting on her chest while you’re sleeping. Katherine lovingly looks at you and her hand strokes your arm. Her eyes on your face, Katherine can’t help but reminisce about the several events that brought you two to this precise moment.
The Roaring Twenties were in full swing. Katherine was running away from Klaus, though that didn’t stop her from having fun. She visited Speakeasies quite often, it was the perfect place to find a victim too inebriated to fight back.
That night, Katherine had found out about a Speakeasy thanks to her meal from the day before. As she arrived there, a soft voice instantly caught her attention. Turning her head, she found you on a stage, being completely captivated by your own singing as if you were alone in this world. She hadn't felt this kind of attraction in several decades.
Waiting for the end of your show, Katherine went to the bar, ordering a cocktail, her eyes didn’t leave you for one second. As she was sitting on a stool, Katherine was sipping her drink, her head moving at the rhythm of the music. As soon as you finished singing, people applauded. Beaming brightly, you bowed before getting off the stage. You trotted around to the bar and ordered a bourbon. Katherine was next to you and she didn’t waste another minute before leaning toward you, a charming smile on her face.
“I really loved your performance.”
“Thank you, I’m very happy to hear it,” you replied, taking a sip from your freshly poured drink. “You’re new here, am I right? I don’t recall seeing your face before.”
“You’re right,” she affirmed, ready to add something else when a masculine voice beat her to it.
“Y/N, the boss wants to see you.”
Katherine was throwing daggers at the man who interrupted your conversation. She only wanted one thing; to get up and compel him so he would leave you be. However, before she could move, you stood up, drinking your glass in one. Before walking to the man, you looked deeply into her eyes and put your hand on her forearm.
“I have to go. I sing every Saturday, I hope I’ll see you again.”
“You will.”
Satisfied by her answer, you languorously looked at her up and down then turned around toward the man. Katherine watched you leave and her only thought in her mind was ‘I will have her, nothing is going to stop me.”
As Katherine had promised you, the following Saturday, she came back to the Speakeasy to see you again. This time, she meticulously made a plan to have more than a one-minute conversation with you. She wasn’t going to let you slip through her fingers once more.
Katherine gazed at you performing with as many stars in her eyes as the first time. She still couldn’t comprehend what was happening to her. How could a mere mortal make her lose her mind? You had been in every single one of her thoughts for a whole week, she hated and loved it.
As soon as you finished singing, you accepted the flowers people gifted to you and discussed with some of them. Ten minutes later, you were finally able to go back to your dressing room.
In front of your mirror, you started taking off some of your jewellery when your eyes found the reflection of Katherine in front of you. A sneering smile made its way to your face while Katherine was leaning on the doorframe.
“Did you bribe the man who’s watching my room?” you asked before marking a pause. “Or did you compel him?”
“You know what I am,” Katherine exclaimed, entering the room.
Slowly, you rose from your chair and walked toward her.
“I know who you are, Katerine Petrova. Though, I believe you like to be called Katherine Pierce nowadays, don’t you?”
“I’m glad to know my reputation precedes me,” she said, closing the door.
“It’s not necessarily a good thing. After all, you’re known for angering Klaus Mikaelson and also for your selfishness.”
Kathere was flattered at your sentence. Although she was afraid Klaus would find her again, she was happy to know she was famous for standing up to an Original. Katherine took a step toward you before walking around you with a mischievous smile.
“I’m only protecting myself, is it such a bad thing?”
“I don’t know why you’re here, but just know, I only get involved in vampire drama if I can get something out of it,” you claim before using your magic to make her stop in front of you.
“You’re a witch. Interesting.”
“So, what do you want?”
“Oh, I simply wanted to see you,” she whispered in your ear with a fake innocent expression and giving you goosebumps. “However, now that I know what you are, I think we can form an alliance,” Katherine said, taking a step back. “The last witch I used to work with dumped me.”
“You mean you betrayed her?”
“I’d say it depends on the point of view,” Katherine admitted after pretending to think.
“Why would I form an alliance with you? Klaus will kill me if he knows I’m helping you.”
“I’m sure you have one more trick up your sleeve. You can help me to protect myself from my enemies and I can give you my protection.”
“I’m a three hundred-year-old witch, my magic is powerful enough to protect myself,” you informed her with an arrogant look.
“Well, let’s say the day you’ll need something from me, you’ll just have to ask and I promise to never turn my back on you. Do we have a deal?” Katherine proposed, holding out her hand.
“We do,” you replied, shaking it.
You shook hands for a few seconds, then thanks to a confidence boost, Katherine pulled you in and put her lips on yours. At first, you were surprised, it took you a few seconds to kiss her back passionately. Between two kisses, Katherine smiled, proud the first part of her plan worked out.
From that night on, an alliance was created between you two. Katherine called you often so you would either help her stay off radars from Klaus, change her jewel to walk in the sun or to manipulate the world around her; Katherine knew she could use your magic for herself. At first, you didn’t think a vampire could be this useful, yet to be a witch means being an easy target and Katherine always helped you when needed and whenever you wanted to try out some spells, she always volunteered to help you.
On top of your ‘professional’ relationship, a more intimate one also bloomed. Nothing official, of course, Katherine wasn’t made for something more than casual. She’s only faithful to herself and no one else. Yet, with years, you started to be the exception to the rule. It wasn’t rare for you two to meet each other when you didn’t need the other’s help so you could be intimate and after those moments, you would sometimes talk about your respective past, showing a part of yourselves you normally hid to others.
Over time, you ended up having feelings for her, which you tried to deny for years. Loving Katherine wouldn’t end well, you knew it; so you couldn’t let stupid feelings ruin your alliance with her. Consequently, you took as much as Katherine would give you.
However, one night, while you were laying in bed, the cover barely on your naked bodies, you dared bring the subject up. You didn’t explicitly say you loved her, you only asked if you were exclusive. Katherine lightly chuckled and affirmed she was sleeping with other people so you could do whatever you want. You gazed while she told you this and you felt like she was so detached from you. Though, if you could have read her mind, you would have heard her panic screams.
Katherine was attached to you more than she planned and despite seeing other people, she only had eyes for you. The second the words ‘you can do whatever you want with whoever you want’ left her mouth, Katherine wanted to hit herself. It was the opposite of what she wanted. Katherine was known for her selfishness but also for her jealousy and in spite of herself, she pushed you in strangers’ arms with a big smile on her face.
Your heart tightened in your chest the second you heard her, nevertheless you showed nothing. After all, dating Katherine was a lost cause, so better not to try it. As a consequence, you kept being casual.
Notwithstanding, everything changed one evening, fifteen years after you first met. You were at a bar where you made acquaintance with a beautiful woman. You paid her a drink and talked. One thing leading to another, you got out of the bar so you could make out away from prying eyes. Behind the establishment, you had your back pressed against the brick wall while the woman - whose name you didn’t care to remember - was kissing you with passion. With your eyes closed, you appreciated every kiss, especially when they went from your lips to your neck. Your hands were on her hips, trying to bring her closer while hers slipped underneath your shirt. She was about to take it off when she was pulled back by Katherine. Before you could react, she bit your one night stand in the neck. Getting a hold of yourself, you cast a spell on Katherine so she let her go.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you do that?” you screamed, angry.
“I was hungry. I promise to take care of the body,” she stated with empty eyes.
“Couldn’t you find someone else? In case you hadn’t noticed, I wanted to spend the night with her.”
“Oh, I noticed perfectly, but she didn’t deserve you.”
“It was just a one night stand, I wasn’t going to marry her,” you added, rolling your eyes.
“Then, why are you making such a big deal out of me killing her? I’m sure you’ll find someone else to go home with. There was more than one woman who stared hungrily at you,” Katherine said with venom.
“What?” you questioned before having your eyes wide open. “Wait, are you jealous?”
“No, I just don’t like when people get close to you.”
“That’s the definition of ‘jealousy.’ I thought I could do whatever I wanted with whoever I wanted, that between us it was just casual, so why is it bothering you so much?” you asked and Katherine felt anger eating her alive when you used her words against her. “I was kissing her and I was about to have sex with her, that’s it.”
“I heard your heart skipping a beat!” she yelled, confusing you even more.
“What are you talking about?”
“When she complimented you, ‘oh, you’re breathtaking, I don’t understand how you’re single’,” Katherine told you, imitating the woman's voice.
“You stalked me the whole night? Have you done this before?”
“If you really want to know, yes! After all, I can’t lose my ally so I need to watch you.”
“Oh, so now all of this is just about our alliance? Nothing else?”
“Maybe.”
“You’re full of shit,” you exclaimed, annoyed, “Don’t deny something for once in your life! Why are you acting like this?”
“Because I love you!” Katherine finally confessed, being at her wits’ end, “Happy? And I don’t know how to act, alright? I have always had the upper hand, manipulating people I wanted, but with you? I can barely follow you and I don’t wanna lose you. I don’t know what to do about it! So, yes, I’m jealous you’re with other women, even if I told you you could. I want you and I want no one else to have you. I know I’m a lot and I’m manipulative, you might say I’m Machiavellian but It’s because I care. I’m irrational, I’m aware, but you caught me off guard and I don’t know how to act. I learned to keep people at arm’s length and it’s what I’ve done with you, too, even when it’s the last thing I want. Seeing you kissing her tonight was my last straw, I couldn’t keep it any longer.”
“I swear I don’t understand you sometimes,” you sighed before bringing her to you and kissing her.
Katherine put her hands on both sides of your face, deepening the kiss. As opposed to all the kisses you had shared before, this one was soft, full of love and vulnerable. Without wasting another second, your tongue found its way to her mouth while Katherine made you step back until your back hit the wall. You kept kissing for several minutes before breaking the kiss, your lips curving into a smile.
The sunlight slowly enters the room, illuminating your body, making it even more beautiful. Feeling you slightly move against her, Katherine stops reminiscing about your relationship before focusing on her present with you. Once your eyes are open, you gaze at Katherine before pecking her lips. With just one look, you guess you snapped her out of her thoughts.
“What were you thinking about?” you ask, stroking her cheek.
“We’ve been together for twenty years, can you imagine?”
“Who would have thought the heartless vampire Katherine Pierce was so cheesy?” you joke.
“Hey! It’s your fault. You made me weak,” Katherine replied, faking offense.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Besides, I’m only cheesy with you, no one else.”
“More seriously, what were you thinking about?”
“Us,” she admits with eyes full of love. “The first time I saw you I knew I wanted you and I planned everything to see you again. When I still didn’t know you were a witch, I simply thought I’d flirt and have a relationship with you, but after, I realised I could do better and the second you accepted my deal… I knew I had to do everything to be useful to you so you wouldn’t slip through my fingers. Every time I needed you and I made sure you needed me, just know it was all part of my plan, none of it was accidental.”
“So, saying we were casual then throwing a tantrum was part of your big plan as well?” you question with a teasing look.
“Ok, this wasn’t part of my plan and it’s exactly why it failed, anyway beside this snag, everything was calculated.”
“Oh, I know,” you confess with a smirk, catching her off guard.
“You know?”
“You’re Katherine Pierce, I knew from the start you had something in mind,” you affirm.
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Katherine can’t help but feel pride, realising you’re the only person in this world to know her this well and accept every part of her, the goods like the bad ones. At this precise instant, Katherine knows she couldn’t have found a better person to spend the rest of eternity with.
( second persons account was hacked by the people doing these scams as an fyi )
Not quite sure what they do but from what ive seen im pretty sure they hack into accounts and im also pretty sure they ask for money
Either way just wanted to make a post saying block and report any accounts leaving comments like this and dont trust it basically lol, theyve got nothing good for you and everything and anything they say is bullshit
If i find anything more i’ll add some stuff or find a better post i’ll rb it here
Summary : You can't help but admire how beautiful your girlfriend is.
Warnings : sexual tension, implied smut but nothing explicit (⚠️minors, do not interact with this!).
Word count : 949
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Since the beginning, you knew Natasha was in the navy, therefore she has to stay in shape, her having muscles shouldn't be a surprise to you. And yet, every time you notice it, you can't help but be amazed by your girlfriend.
The first time it happened, you were rearranging your living room — you never keep the same arrangement longer than a year. You had been dating for three months and you had already given your key to Natasha and so did she. As a consequence, you didn't hear her entering your place as you were trying to move your couch, your back facing her. Your girlfriend looked at you struggling for five minutes before not holding it any longer and chuckling out loud. Startled, you turned around, a hand on your heart as her giggles became louder.
"What is wrong with you scaring me like that! Stop laughing at me and come help me."
"What are you even trying to do ?"
"I want to move the couch against that wall," you said, showing the one in front of you. "Stop it and come here."
A smile on her face, Natasha put her bag down and walked on the other end of the couch, placing herself in front of you. As you started a countdown, she set her hands on both sides of the couch, her arms ready to lift it. Thanks to her tank top, you had a pretty good view on her biceps. As you declared 'three,' Phoenix lifted the couch, using all her strength without any difficulty. Your eyes immediately gazed at her muscles, even more visible than usual due to the effort. On your end of the couch, you couldn't hold it anymore, too unfocused by the sight and the reactions in your body. You had barely moved the furniture five inches away when you dropped it, taking her aback.
"What's got into you?"
She had just finished saying her sentence when you pressed your lips against hers while your hands were all over her body. Natasha didn't waste a second before kissing you back, putting her hands on your waist to get you closer.
"I have a stunning girlfriend," you said as your lips curled into a smile.
Then you kissed her again before deepening it with your tongue. She made you step backward until you fell on the couch as she positioned herself on top of you. Needless to say, the couch didn't move for the next few hours.
Eventually, Natasha understood her muscles has an effect on you. Sure, it's not the only thing you love about her, whether it's physically or personality wise, it's just a big bonus. Since that day with the couch, Phoenix has decided to make the most out of it by putting her muscles in the spotlight as much as she can. As for you, you tell anyone who would listen to you that you have the most beautiful girlfriend.
What you like the most is when you go to the beach. During those moments, it's hard to keep your hands to yourself — and for Natasha as well. She's as obsessed with you as you are with her.
You accompanied her at the beach with the Dagger Squad and you're on a beach chair in your swimsuit while your girlfriend is taking her T-shirt off, staying only with her shorts and the top of her swimming suit. The guys are already close to the water, ready to start their game of Dogfight football, except for Bob who didn't want to play so he's in the chair next to you. Natasha is applying sunscreen on her body which you admire as she talks.
"Are you both sure you don't want to play with us?"
"Maybe later. I want to read a bit first," Bob replies, showing his novel.
"Personally, I much rather look at you play," you smile.
"Oh, I'm sure of it."
Phoenix puts the sunscreen in your bag and then, leans in to kiss you. You put your hand on her cheek, keeping her close to you a little bit longer until whistling from the guys interrupts you.
"Phoenix, we need you, you'll kiss your girl later!" Bradley shouts.
Natasha pecks your lips then she walks to her friends.
As promised, you watch her play, your eyes not losing her for a second. Thanks to her bikini, you have the perfect view on not only her biceps but also her sculpted back and abs. You don't understand a single thing about the game, but you don't mind. No matter who wins, you're the real winner, you're the one who is dating Natasha Trace. Subconsciously, you squeeze your thighs and bit your lips from the inside as she throw the ball to Bradley.
"I'm not even looking at you and I know you're about to drool," Bob states, snapping you out of your lustful thoughts.
"Not my fault my wife is a goddess."
"She isn't your wife."
"Believe me, it's only a matter of time," you affirm as she scores a point.
"You've only been dating for six months."
"You're right, I should've put a ring on her finger a long time ago," you say, determined.
Bob rolls his eyes with a smile, faking being annoyed. You keep watching the game and when Phoenix's team wins, you jump out of your chair and run to find her. You quickly congratulate her team before taking Natasha's hand and dragging her to the beach exit, a charming smile on your face that she knows all too well. Your girlfriend doesn't need more to follow you as you keep complimenting her and telling her all the things you're about to do.
