A smile perhaps?
PeteDunham x Reader
CW: swearing
THE FIRST TIME YOU MET PETE DUNHAM, YOU WERE PISSED.
It was well past midnight when the loud voices of young men drifted in from outside your bedroom window, breaking through the stillness of the night
Early mornings shifts were already unforgiving but with little to no sleep, they were straight up brutal.
As you stood from your bed and made your way into your younger brother’s room, you take note of him stirring in his sleep due to the loud noises outside.
You couldn’t take it anymore.
In a fuming fashion, you pulled a enlarged hoodie over your nightly tank top and marched on downstairs to confront the problem at hand.
“Excuse me! Have you all lost your damn minds?!” you yell angrily at the group of boys, but your eyes were drawn to the tall and rugged man in the middle. His buzzed blonde hair and sharp blue eyes caught your attention.
“pardon me miss?” The man you were staring at asks with a somewhat puzzled look on his masculine face.
“What are you doing making all this goddamn noise at 1 in the morning?” you ask with your arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.
The blonde buzzed man returns a small smirk of sorts and eyes you up and down, which pissed you off even more.
“just introducing ourselves to the neighbourhood darling” he says with a scoff of a laugh.
You didn’t think it was possible for the scowl on your face to grow even more.
“Well, i’m the neighbours. There, we’re introduced. So shut the fuck up.” you reply sternly and turn around to return back home.
As you began to walk off, the laughter of some of the men behind him can be heard.
“Hey c’mon, don’t be like that, i’m sorry alright?” the tall man blurts out while catching up behind you.
“C’mon let me make it up to you, I’m Pete, Pete Dunham.” His bright blue eyes bore into yours, you feel nervous at heart but refuse to let it show.
“Keep it down. Pete Dunham.” you say with a bite in your voice one before finally walking off.
You don’t notice, but he keeps watching as you walk away, his smile slowly widens.
He had a feeling that you and him were going to meet again.
“Alright Jere, see ya Monday!” you yell out to your boss as the restaurant door behind you closes.
The weight of a seven-hour morning shift still clings to you as you make your way to pick up your younger brother from soccer practice.
The urge to just sleep in your car is extremely tempting but you promised your brother an actual dinner tonight and not take-out for the fifth day in a row.
For a long time now, it had only been you and him. You’ve grown to prefer it that way.
Eventually, you make your way to the practice field and wait for your younger brother to approach you.
“stalking me now are we sweetheart?” the familiar voice lurks up on you, catching you off guard.
Pete Dunham, the frustratingly attractive man from last night now stands in-front of you. He’s wearing a greyish tracksuit and a long lanyard with a whistle at the end attached to it around his neck.
You glare at him peripherally “I’m here for my younger brother.” you say coldly.
“ahh don’t tell me he’s on my team, which snot nosed bloke is yours?’ he replies lightly joking with you.
You stare off into the distance, refusing to make civil conversation with him. You were still ticked off about last night.
“Mikey.”
He grins softly at your simple answer which prompts you to finally look at him and raise an eyebrow in confusion.
“should have known, he’s got quite the mouth on him and now I can see where he gets that from.” Pete nudges your arm slightly with his elbow, you don’t move.
So what are you? hooligan by night and coach by day?” you abruptly ask him.
“well love, i’m also the history teacher if that brings any comfort”.
“does quite the opposite actually, makes me question which dumbass is in charge of hiring teachers.”
Now that gets an actual loud laugh out of him. 
You hate that his laugh makes your heart flutter.
In that moment, Mikey now runs up to you both in a cheerful manner.
“hey kid, how was practice?” you ask while ruffling his hair.
“it was great! I scored a couple times, right Mr Dunham?”
“Yeah this one’s got some fire in him. Just like his big sister.”
You make eye contact once again with him but there’s no real bite behind it. You don’t know why.
“alright lets get going mikey.” you say patting your younger brother on the shoulder, wanting to leave this slightly awkward moment behind.
“Wait! can I at least know your name?” Pete asks in a pleading and cheeky tone just as you turn around on your feet.
For the first time, you gave Pete Dunham a smile.
“Figure it out, Dunham.”
and that’s when he knew, his heart was yours.
AN: can u tell that the first part is heavily inspired by the Erin Brockovich scene 😥
also i love pete.
