The sound of Lestat's clapping makes you jump out of your skin.
You were dancing around the living room, broom in hand, singing along to the radio. Not a care in the world. Lestat had gone out for a hunt, and despite being rather young in the blood, you'd decided a night in was more appealing than a meal. Especially the kinds that Lestat liked to get up to. The hunt was an extravagant thing for him; he honored the dark gift by relishing each of his kills. Captivating is the word you'd usually use to describe your maker on the prowl. But it could easily become a spectacle.
You were not in the mood for spectacle.
Cleaning had been the task you'd set your mind to. But the radio played one delightful song after the other. Just as you'd begin dusting or picking up stray trinkets and baubles, a jazzy tune would start its crooning, and you didn't have the heart to resist the swell of the music. If you'd made any strides toward a more orderly household in the last hour, you'd be quite surprised.
Glutton that he is, you expected Lestat to be gone until morning. Contrarian that he is, he’d come home after only a few hours. He did so love to keep you on your toes.
“Mon cœur, you can sing?” He smiles so wide you can see the barest hint of his fangs. His eyes shimmer with excitement he doesn’t bother containing.
“I-well no, I can’t.”
“I just heard you!” Lestat scowls at you as if you have betrayed him gravely. Part over-dramatization, the way he gains command of most rooms, and part genuine hurt.
“That was just a little singing while getting the house together. Something to kill the boredom.”
“You sounded wonderful. Why did you not tell me you sing?”
“Lestat,” you fix him with a flat look, “the singers you like to listen to are... are opera singers and the undiscovered greats of our time! I sing for my own enjoyment. Also, just last month you tortured a singer for a few flat notes. Do I look like I want to get tortured for a few flat notes?”
His scowl deepens, offended entirely now, “You are not some run of the mill hack. You are my fledgling lover, keeping secret talents from me.”
“Not talented. I just enjoy singing as an emotional release or to pass the time! It’s just fun. Why are you making such a fuss over this?”
“I am not making a fuss.” He pouts in a way that is distinctly fussy looking. “I simply... enjoy the arts. Music was one of my first loves. I wish I had known it was a passion we both shared instead of something you were enduring to please me.”
“Oh, trust me, honey, I was enduring that musical you took me to last month.” You say teasingly.
“That one does not count as a musical at all. It was an affront to man’s ability to create. Hence, my ‘tormenting’ of the lead singer, as you put it.”
Lestat holds open his arms and you walk into them gladly, setting aside the broom for the far more exciting prospect of being doted upon. For all his flaws, being held by Lestat was both invigoration and peace all at once.
The smell of his cologne, and the faint whiff of fresh blood on his breath washes over you. You cling a little closer. The bond between you feels taut, like there is so much love overflowing from the both of you that it might snap beneath the weight. Perhaps you’re just cynical. Wary of loving anyone to such an extent, but hoping that love could last indefinitely despite all your fears.
“You were a little flat on a note or two, but we shall work on that together.”
A/N: your honor he's an ass and i love him so much, and it's fatal.
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Bill x hispanic! reader.
This is lowkey based on my ocs, but there are no names apart from Luis (the cousin). I might rewrite this later, I think I will definitely make it longer next time (someday).
Bill Dickey was a delusional bastard, a bastard that had deluded himself into thinking you harbored a crush on him. In his mind it could not be more obvious, really! Every single time they came to hang with Luis they could hear the love songs coming from your room. Seriously, try to be more secretive, you creep!
Someone to call my lover? Fantasy?? You could not be more in love with him even if you tried. Ugh, now he would have to shatter your dreams of having him all to yourself, such a shame.
His delusions had started about a while back. He’d come over to watch some fantasy bullshit movie that Jerry had pleaded for them to watch, and of course, since you and Jerry shared the same stupid interests you had inserted yourself into their hang out. You’d made yourself at home at the ratty couch, popcorn on the small table next to it.
You were talking with Jerry about Zelda and the triforce when he walked in. Josh, Pete and Luis were still upstairs waiting for Luis’s mom to finish making snack plates so they could bring them down and join the group. He took the chance (but he would never admit to wanting to) and sat on your other side, he immediately crossed his arms and made an offhand comment on how much he would not enjoy himself and how they should be watching something Marvel related instead.
Jerry and you ignored him, which he had gotten used to at this point, every time he said something you didn’t like, you became an immovable iron wall, you’d ignore him until he spoke in a normal tone. He tutted and shrank on the couch, whatever.
Soon, the others joined and settled in, Josh and Luis sat on the other smaller sofa and Pete sat comfortably in the bean bag near the TV, they chatted for a bit (or more like bickered) but soon the movie began and they all shut their mouths.
The movie was a long one, about two hours, and it was already 11 at night; if Bill was a reasonable, normal person, he would have known most people with a set sleep schedule would already be feeling sleepy by 9, but alas, he never did fit in and he doesn’t even know the hell a sleeping schedule is.
So, when he felt the weight of something on his shoulder he froze stiff, and almost as if horrorized or scandalized in the same way old ladies are when they see a couple kiss or hold hands, he turned to look at you. You were asleep. Your head rested against his shoulder and he could feel the warmth of you, feel the soft breath coming out of your nose and if he concentrated, the small brush of your eyelashes against the thin fabric of his sleeve.
Shit.
He was now very aware of everything. His breathing patterns, every single muscle in his body, the way his jaw got tense… What the fuck? Since when did he fucking care? He had half a mind to shove your fucking head away from him, but something was stopping him, his body was not answering to his command to push you.
And that’s when it began, he got to thinking, and nothing good ever happens when he uses his noggin. Of course, what a sly bitch! You like him, you’re using this as your opportunity to get close to him. He chuckled to his insides, what a stupid fucking wench. Alas, as the great man he is, he will allow you this brief happiness. He smirked as if he’d won a prize, out of all the people in that dingy basement you chose him.
There was also that one accident that shall not be named or remembered (unless it was late at night and he got a little horny).
Once again the club had been invited to a family party, and who could say no to free food? Yeah, not him and the losers he called friends club members.
They had reconvened at Luis’s basement, they’d spent a good portion of that day playing games on a console, mostly racing and fighting games, but they’d decided to stop because Bill (as always) took it too far and tossed his controller at Josh’s head and when a fight ensued they were terrified to have been separated by Luis’s Dad, a huge, bulky man who did boxing as a hobby.
They went upstairs and ate to their hearts content, you were also there (of course), you were sitting with some friends you’d invited from school, girls he didn’t bother remembering the name of, girls who faded in the background because they were next to you, and you had an absorbing presence, it was like the call of the void or some shit, you simply couldn’t not look.
This party was rowdier than usual, there were some yelling matches in Spanish, a lot of karaoke was sung, they’d even gotten Jerry to sing (albeit he did so shyly). The drinks kept on coming (since all of the people were of age or under the supervision of adults), the club didn’t really drink much, except for Pete who drank some and was acting stupider than usual.
What really surprised Bill was that you had been drinking a lot, more than your usual two cups. Maybe you wanted to impress those harlots you’d brought, maybe you were having an awful week, all Bill knew was this was uncharacteristic for you, he silently worried judged you for it.
Soon enough they made their way back to the basement, not much was happening. They’d decided to stay over for the night, everyone making their own little corner of the place theirs, Luis’s mom had brought them blankets and two air mattresses. Josh took one, Jerry took another, Pete had a makeshift bed made of comforters and a blanket and Bill had decided to take the couch.
At around 2 in the morning he got up. He woke up from a dreamless haze, his throat was so dry it hurt to swallow, he probably had slept with his mouth open. Making his way up the stairs he cringed when a few steps creaked under his weight. The lights were off inside the house, but outside there were some people still drinking and socializing, mostly adults who were (he assumed) gossiping.
He slid into the kitchen, the light from outside provided enough coverage for him to see where he was going, he opened the fridge door and took out a pitcher, he debated whether or not he should drink straight out of it when he heard someone groan at the breakfast table. He jolted up and whipped around so fast it hurt his neck. There was someone slumped on a chair. He had half a mind to yell at them, but depending on who it was they might not even know the hell he was saying.
“The fuck…” He opened the fridge door all the way out and the light coming from inside shone at the stranger. It was you, your hand on your forehead and a frown on your face. Motherfucker.
“What the hell is your problem, you creep?! Why are you sitting in the dark like a weirdo?!” He got closer, pitcher still in hand, he took a glass from a cabinet and set it down on the table, might as well get that drink. He poured the water and then put the pitcher back inside the fridge, he closed it and then turned on the kitchen light.
He did all that, yet you still didn’t move, huh. He took a sip of the refreshing beverage and groaned as it went down his throat, this is what he needed. You finally looked up. You were still dressed nicely, a skirt and a button up shirt, but instead of whatever shoes you had on at the beginning of the night, you were barefoot.
He got closer, you were barely reacting, he gather some courage and poked your forehead. You groaned and he snickered.
“You absolute dumbass, are you drunk?” He giggled, you looked so disheveled and tired, the opposite of your usual put together image. You slapped his hand away and took the glass from his hands in a swift motion, he didn’t even have the time to protest, you moved faster than the average drunk person, that’s for sure.
You gulped the whole drink down and slammed the glass on the table.
“What the fuck?! Get your own!” He tried to take the glass back but you pulled it against you, he had no option but to get closer to take the glass back, and when he did he felt like a fly on a Venus trap. You latched onto his arm and pulled him closer, he flushed in both anger and embarrassment.
He yelled your name but you didn’t answer, instead you looked at him with big round eyes, you looked vulnerable in a way you never were when you were around him or the others.
“…I feel sick” He froze. What did you want him to do? The hell does one do when they’re drunk to feel better? “Sit with me, please” He gulped and felt his body warm up and stiffen at the same time.
“You’re so fucking weird, fucking loser couldn’t even pace yourself” But he sat down next to you anyway. He’d forgotten you were still holding onto him until he felt your hold tighten, he tried to pull away but for some reason you had become the Hulk and he couldn’t unlatch your fingers from his arm.
“Let me fucking go, God dammit” And finally you did, but then you put your head against his shoulder. He yelled your name again and he heard you mumble a shut the fuck up.
“Bold from the person who asked me to sit with them!” He pretended to get up but your hands quickly shot up to stop him. He couldn’t pretend that hadn’t stroked his ego, he was so going to rub this in your face when you sobered up.
He stayed there for a while, some people came and went, most giggling at his angered, flushed face, some random auntie even took a picture of the two, but for some reason he found himself staying put, he sat there with you until one by one, the people who were outside went to their designated rooms or left the house completely. He didn’t move until he felt his arm cramping under the weight of your head.
He shook you as gently as he could (meaning not so gentle) and tried to get up, your arms circled around his shoulders this time and he could swear his heart actually jumped up to his throat.
“Don’t leave me!” He had never heard you sound so pathetic before, you were practically begging him to stay. Shit.
“I wanna go to sleep and so should you, let me go!”
You adjusted yourself on the chair and basically dropped half your weight atop of him. He yelled again and tried to wrestle you away half-heartedly, he was secretly enjoying the physical contact, he never really got to have physical contact that wasn't a fist to his face, this was the first time a girl had willingly touched him. Underneath the smell of alcohol he could discern the smell of your soap; it smelled so good, he wished to have your scent linger on his clothes. He stopped squirming and looked down, your face was so close to his, your breath hit his cheek and he blushed harder.
He was practically at your mercy and he liked it and he hated it.
“You are such a fucking pervert” The crickets outside and the yellow light of the kitchen light seemed like the perfect ambiance for the weird scene, you’d never been this close to him before.
And then it happened. You kissed him.
It was just for a second and he was sure that had he not been paying this much attention to you he would’ve missed it, but you kissed him, and then your head fell on his chest and you puked on his lap.
That was the day he learnt you were not only an affectionate drunk, but also a lightweight.
Warnings: Using spanish, Spanish not translated, not historically acurate, regency period
“I yearn for someone fresh, someone unexpected, to turn this season on its head.” The queen conversed while she walked through her home
“That is what we need. There is no room for indifference. Apathy is a blight the monarchy simply cannot endure.”
“Of course, Your Majesty. But remember, a young lady cannot be a diamond until you about her as such.” Lady Danbury pointed out walking along side the queen.
“So if for any reason you do not find one among the candidate today—“
“Do you think she will return? We have heard Bart a peep from lady Whistledown since last season ended.” The queen interrupted her changing the topic
“Perhaps the writer came to her senses. Perhaps she realized taking down her queen was a bad idea,and she will never publish again.”
“It is a convincing theory, ma’am.” Lady Danury said.
“Or. She simply left for the country as the rest of us did in the off-season, bored by the lack of any real gossip.”
“Hmm.”
“You do know what that would make her, then?”
She looked at Lady Danbury then looked of at distance in disgust.
“One of us.” The queen then walked off while Lady Danbury was still in thought.
“Hmm….”
~~~
“My task this season cannot be exceptionally difficult.” Viscount Bridgerton said as they were in their way to the castle talking with his siblings.
“Hasting did it after all. How hard can it be?”
“Ah. Spoken with feeling too.” Benedict looked at his little brother with a playful face a hand over his heart while sticking his bottom lip out mimicking a pout.
“I do not need feeling.” Anthony informed them
“What I need is what I have, and that is a list. Tolerable, dutiful, suitable enough hips for childbearing, and at least half a brain.” Anthony listed off what he would hope to at least find in the woman he was to marry.
“And the last part is not so much a requirement but a preference, in fact.” The sibling just nodded along with a smile on their face uninterested on what he’s saying looking out of the carriage window.
••••
“Mama do not fret, it will be alright. Shouldn’t I be the one nervous?” Y/n giggled a bit trying to lighten the mood.
“Bueno.. it's just what if I make a fool of myself? We’ve never been to one of these things.” Y/n’s mother has been nervously playing with her pearl bracelet all this time. It is habit she did as y/n noticed when she was bothered by something.
“We will be fine ama, we’ll just walk in there and act like we know what’s going on. Just fake it till we make it! No te preocupes.” Y/n reached out to hold her mothers hands that were playing with her bracelet, giving her a warm smile.
Mother lets out a heavy sigh looking up to her daughters eyes and smiles back. “You are right, as always. Lo agarras de mi.” she laughs a it and Y/n moves back leaving her mothers hands be. “Just remember look for a gentleman that will love you for you. Don’t change yourself.”
“Ofcourse.” Y/n once again smiles at her mom with love. I couldn’t be more luckier to have her.
Y/n never liked the idea to marry. I mean who in their right mind would? Once you marry you’re trapped, if it’s not the right person it will crumble. At least that’s what she thought. It was exciting for her to go to balls only for dance, since she was a little girl it’s something she liked to do.
~~~
They were introducing everyone now, everyone awaiting to be named the diamond of the season. This was your first season, and oh my god everyone is so pretty! but oh did everyone look silly with the big feathers on their hairdos. With gorgeous white and gold silky gowns. You felt gourgeous in your own too it was such a good color combo. Your gown was also white, but it had gold flowers with the occasional hint of green of vines (as shown in the pics at the top!) that is what was different from yours to any other. But just like any other gown it was long and you also had feathers on your updo hairdo.
You were not out of your carrige just yet looking out the window. You were a bit behind on time, but your mama was assuring you its okay since your name was one of the lasts to be announced. Though as you arrived there were post boys coming out of the building and scattering off towards the town. People a minute after started coming out with what seemed a rectangular card that everyone had. You were already out of the carriage when peoples carriages started to arrive to pick them up.
“What is happening ma?” You we’re confused as to why people are starting to leave if the event wasn’t done yet.
“No lo se?” Your mother stood next to you eyes wondering towards everyone.
“Excuse me ma’am?” You heard a voice beside you it’s sounded like a child, as you turned you were met with one of the post boys a messenger bag on his shoulder with cards on hand.
“Yes?” You turned your body towards him with a light smile. His arm reached forward with a paper on hand.
“It is Lady Whistledown’s latest!” You took the piece of paper out of his hands and started to search for money in your money bag to give. And handed him coins.
The boy had his hand flat and you dropped the coins in his palm he thanked you with a big smile and ran away. You looked down at the paper and looked back up to see that’s everyone’s mamas had one. You had yet to see what all the buzz what’s about. With all of this you had forgotten why you were here in the first place. You handed the paper to your mama and asked her
“Do you think the queen already chose her diamond?” You looked at her fiddling with the finger tips of the gloves you were wearing. You felt her hands grab your own gently.
“There is no need for validation from the queen you are already my diamond.” You look up at her and see the smile that she always puts just for you the one that holds so much love. You smile at her too and squeeze her hands that we’re holding yours for a second and then depart.
“What will happen now then?” Your return to gazing at the people who are gossiping to each other.
“No lo se..” your mom reply’s “perhaps we should head home and read this new article.”
There were still family coming out of the building and there ones one in particular where a bunch of ladies started surrounding. Not the entire family but a person in particular. You furrow your brows and tried to get a peak at who it was but couldn’t because of the mob that was covering it. You looked around and spotted a girl that looked unamused and wanting to go home. She looked your way and you smiled and gave a nod. She reluctantly smiled back.
“Come along now.” Your mom said as she got into the carriage with you following along..
~~~~~~
“Oh I’m so glad that’s over” Eloise said taking her feather off that’s was so ridiculous she said.
“Eloise at least have the decency to pretend you enjoyed it.” Mrs Bridgerton said smiling towards the other mamas.
“Oh mama Eloise never has the decency to do anything.” Benedict laughed at Anthony’s remark but then got caught off by Eloise smacking him in the chest.
“Ow!” Benedict dramatically put his hands over his chest.
“We will leave now right?” Gregory asked and Eloise smiled at him and enterwined her arm with his.
“At once!” But they were stopped when Violet stood in front of them.
“I will go say hi to the other mothers and you all will interact with.. I don’t know just be nice, okay?” She gave a pointed look at all her children and Eloise groaned and threw her head back.
“Eloise?” Her mother said in a stern voice. She looked back at her and nodded with a tight lipped smile.
“Yes mother.” Violet then looked at Anthony and smiled.
“And you.. you would love to talk to some ladies! Right?” She said the “ladies” part loudly so others could hear. Anthony burrowed his eyebrow at her and put a “why” face she just walked off to her friends while Eloise laughed and Benedict did as well. He then started to get crowded with all the ladies his family being pushed away from him.
“Oh uh hello.” He said looking at everyone that has come over to him wanting to talk. Looking for a way out he tried peering over all the sea of women. Seeing someone in the distance he got a peak of girl who he noticed was away from him and all this mess which he wanted to be away from also. So obviously without thinking he-
“It’s so lovely to talk to you all but if will excuse me I have someone expecting me.” Anthony gave everyone a tight smile like he always did and all the girls started to look at each other and saying “what’s?” And “who’s”
“While I appreciate all this attention I must get going” he quickly departed from the group.
“Miss, Miss!”
~~~~~~
You heard someone shouting behind you as you were about to enter the carriage you turn your head around to see what all the racket was about and got met with someone. You looked at each other for a moment. You turn you body fully towards him your back facing the carriage.
“Yes?” You breath out. You see him take a breath in and clear his throat as he wiped his hands in the sides of his pants.
“I believe we haven’t met..” he got closer and reached out for you hand and brought it up to his lips while making eye contact with you. You feel the warmth of his breath through your glove. After the kiss was broken you could feel the stares from the girls and mamas.
“I haven’t really met anyone yet so..” you smile a bit
“Well it is nice to meet you miss..” he trailed off wanting you to tell him your last name
“Y/l/n, y/n l/n…and you are?” You tilt your head to the side a bit looking at him
“Antony Bridgerton, Lord Bridgerton” He gives you a smile and puts his hands on his pants pockets.
“Lord bridgerton? Well it is nice to meet you.” You curtsied while you said that and then giggled after you saw him looking off to the side while he smiled and scoffed slightly in a joking manner.
“Y/n qué haces? Ya vámonos tengo hambre!” Your mom interrupts and you laugh a little and looked towards the closed carriage it.
“Ay voy ma! Estoy hablando con alguien.”
You look towards Anthony who had a smile on his face. You wondered why
“What?” You asked with a slight smile
“You speak Spanish?” He ask with an eyebrow raised
“It’s my native language ” you nodded
Your moms head then pops out of the carriage door
“Who are you talking to- oh! Que guapo es” your mom raised her eyebrow’s at you.
“Amaa” you looked at her and then at Anthony
“What’d she say?” He asked wondering what made you look so flustered
“It’s um it’s nothing important uh I need to go”
“Well it was lovely meeting you both. Mrs L/n my mother would love to make a new friend if you would ever like to have tea together.” Anthony smiled towards her
“Oh that sounds lovely! I will be sure to befriend her.” Your mother said with an enthusiastic tone she always loved meeting new people. She loves company.
Anthony then turns to you and once again kisses your hand. “We will meet again Miss l/n” he pulled away and you smiled at each other once more, he bowed at you and started to walk away to his own carriage. You glanced to the side and saw a group of girls staring at you and instantly looked away. They had such mean girl faces from jealousy.
“Ay Dios mío.” You whispered turning around and climbing up the carriage with the coachmen’s help.
A/n- hai loves! Apologies if there’s typos or grammar mistakes I made this and just wanted to post it. Feedback on my writing is greatly appreciated! If you’d like a part two just comment and I’ll see if I should 💞
Ps/ at some point I will translate Spanish just not right now <3
Warnings: none just miguel being an absolute softie for reader.
Tranlations: cariño - darling; Y un idiota - And an idiot.
A/N: feel free to request anything!!!
I ran to him as soon as I saw him and threw myself into his arms, engulfing him in a bear hug. I slightly separated to examine his face and body in search of any serious injury.
"Omg! Are you ok? You haven't been badly hurt, have you?" I said hastily as I grabbed his face in my hands. "I was scared to see so many of those... things running towards you and I panicked and I just wanted to kill each one of those creatures. I lost sight of you for a moment. But- but now you're here and you're fine and- and you're looking at me with those eyes and you're making me want to kiss you and never let you go again."
At the end of that little flurry of words I rested my hand on his neck and pulled him towards me. He initiated the kiss gently putting his hands on my cheeks. As we parted he placed his forehead against mine as our noses touched.
"I told you not to leave the base if I didn't ask you to, cariño" he scolded me softly.
"Miguel… How can you expect me to sit idly, watching some little creatures attack you?"
He laughed softly and separated his forehead from mine without letting go of my cheeks. He looked into my eyes with a look full of love that made me melt.
"Don't look at me like that, you're going to make me blush" I told him, taking my gaze away from his and giving him a light tap on his shoulder, causing him to laugh.
"You look cute when you blush, I don't really see the problem here, cariño" he answered shrugging his shoulders, while he continued laughing.
"You are a hopeless case, you know that, right?" I said as I looked at him with a small smile on my face. "Y un idiota" I added.
"Yeah, but I'm your idiot," he said, pocking the tip of my nose when he said 'your'.
I laughed and grabbed his hand.
"Come on, let's go. I'm gonna patch you up" I said as I dragged him towards the base.
Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Hispanic!College!Female!Reader
Summary: Peter Parker is your best friend, a little brother of sorts. You’ve been there through everything, and that’s not gonna change just because the multiverse is crumbling. But what will you do when you meet his counterparts? How will you overcome when your fates are differently aligned? How will you defy it all to be with the man you love?
Takes place during No Way Home
Content: Some superhero fighting, angst, language, mentions of death,
Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Hispanic!College!Female!Reader
Chapter Summary: You’ve been friends with Peter Parker for most of your life, and as his identity is released and the world turns against him, you stand by his side.
Takes place during No Way Home
Word Count: 5.5k words
Content: Some superhero fighting, angst, language, mentions of death,
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A/N: This is so entirely self-indulgent. I like to think that MCU! Peter can speak Spanish and I wanted to run with that. I speak Mexican Spanish so I apologize if it's not necessarily "correct" or what you're used to.
The last few months had been a whirlwind. You were on summer break, your second year of college nicely wrapped, and were excited to spend more time with your family. You didn’t go far for college, just NYU, but your busy schedule made it hard to slow down. Ms May was constantly warning you about over-working yourself, and you promised this year, you would try and take it easier.
During your freshman year, you tried out the dorms but quickly decided against them for the next. Your father had passed during the blip, and you got the apartment in the will, so it worked out the best that a situation like that could.
You were working full-time at a record shop that you had fallen in love with. And now that you were back across the hall, you had dinner with the Parkers every night. It was a fun routine, and it was nice to catch up. Petey had grown a lot in the past year or so. He had been through a lot.
You were the first and only person he told about being Spider-Man. You thought he was insane but also understood why he felt he had to do what he did. You were proud of him and his decision, and as much as you hated Tony Stark, you were glad he had someone who knew what he was going through. May soon learned of his moonlighting escapades, as did Ned.
You helped May when you could at FEAST. She offered you a position, but you felt bad taking it; you didn’t want anyone to think less of May for accidentally suggesting Nepotism. Even if you were well qualified for the job.
You would go to the fundraiser events and help Peter run his speeches. You were there to drop him off at the airport when he left for his school trip. You were there, panicking alongside May, as the news showed clip after clip of these “elementals” ransacking Europe. You were there when Peter’s identity was leaked.
You had been walking down the street; you had a day off and wanted to enjoy summer in the city. You had been treating yourself, bags hanging from your hands as you walked into your favourite shop for lunch.
“Hey, Delmar!” The older man smiled at you throwing his hands up above his head.
“Well, if it isn’t the Queen of Queens! What can I get you this fine day?” You chuckled as you gave him your and Peter’s order- as if he didn’t have them memorised.
“You got it, boss. How’s school going?” You smiled as you told him your classes were going well, and you were excited for the next term.
“Stay in school kid, stay in school.” He always told you that.
And as always, you respond, “That’s the plan.”
As you were giving Murph scritches behind the ear, you caught a glimpse of the TV behind him. Peter’s face filled the screen, spilt by his mask. Your heart fell to the floor.
“Hey, Del, can you turn that up?” He looked at you confused until he saw the screen himself and rushed to unmute it.
You grabbed your sandwiches and sprinted out the door. Your brain running a million miles a minute. The whole walk back, you saw Petey’s face plastered on every surface, his name being cursed by people who once adored him.
By the time you got home, people were already crowding the hallway. It made you sick to your stomach. You fought your way through the crowd and reached for your keys. They were shoving and berating you with questions. You held up your mace (a gift from Peter you had yet to use) and angled it at the horde.
“Everyone back up and fuck off!” They hesitantly backed away enough for you to unlock the door and slam it shut in their stupid faces.
Peter’s life went to hell in a handbasket. He was getting harassed daily by the public, and his home was under siege. You felt bad for him, knowing Beck had done more than enough psychological damage to the kid. You truly hated that man. But that wasn't enough. Now he had ruined his reputation- marked him a criminal, a murderer. And the cherry on top? Anyone affiliated with Peter was guilty as well.
You could handle a lot. When you unblipped, and your father was dead, you were able to keep on carrying on. When your “friends” turned on you, you were able to push that aside. When you were all drug in for questioning by the Department of Damage Control, you could handle the vile things Agent Cleary threatened you with. When you lost your job at the record store, you were able to deal and took May up on her offer from before. But this…this was hard.
In your hands, you held a letter from your school. You had tried to register for classes but your account was frozen. Your email wasn’t working either. You had sent out a message from your personal email and received no response- until now. NYU claimed that due to recent events and your involvement in them, they couldn’t accept you for the fall semester. You were devastated, to say the least. This was all you had. This was the only way you knew to make something of yourself, and now, they had taken that from you.
You decided not to tell Peter or May, knowing Peter would feel guilty. Life was hard enough cramped in Happy’s bachelor pad. So you told May you were taking a break from school and continued working with FEAST. Your heart broke every time a letter came in the mail now. You would watch them get so excited, hoping this time it would be an acceptance letter, but it never was.
You were sitting at “home” in one of Happy’s shirts and fleece pyjama pants, wielding a spoon against a lowly pint of Ben and Jerry’s in front of the TV. There was a rerun of Pride and Prejudice on channel three, and you were deeply wrapped in Mr Darcy’s monologue when a breaking news bulletin interrupted. You let out an annoyed groan before you saw what was happening. Peter was currently on the High bridge fighting a man with tentacles…
Well, this city is never boring, you’ll give it that.
You were already dressed and ready to go when you got the call from Peter to meet him at the Sanctum Sanctorum. When you arrived, Dr Strange gave you the rundown of “Peter’s mistake” and your instructions to resolve it.
You couldn’t help as much as you wanted, you still had to work, but you made MJ promise to keep you updated. She insisted on coming up with a special code so your texts wouldn’t be unintelligible to anyone who might intercept them. You agreed, writing down some of the words you may not remember before you departed.
You were designing posters for an upcoming event when May grabbed your attention. She wore a nervous smile, one you had seen a few times. It told you that she was concerned but also, that she was about to tell you something you may not like. You warily followed her to the back, and there, in the empty kitchen, sat a man in a suit of some kind. His wrinkles were carved into his sharp features. He looks tired, disoriented...fragile even.
You sat with May as she began to ask him questions. You learned that he was from a different dimension, one where he was a villain. He explained this “other half” of him that made him do horrible, awful things. You felt bad for him when he shared with you all the things that were “missing”. Like the business that he built. Like his son.
While you were wary, you sympathised with the old man. You can’t imagine what you would do if you were suddenly thrown from your reality and landed in one where everything was crudely similar to what you knew. Stuck between loss and lost.
You met Peter and May back at Happy’s. After Pete gave you the rundown of the plan, you and May did your best to make sure everyone was comfortable. You watched with bated breath as he fought with Doctor Octopus to insert the new chip. When it worked, you cheered, hugging May as both of you felt a well of pride at Peter's handiwork.
You were sage-ing the apartment with May when you heard Peter call out for you. You both came down the stairs.
“Petey?” You asked; the worry extending across his face made your stomach turn.
“What is it?” May said, casting you a sideways glance that let you know the feeling was mutual.
Everything fell apart quickly. You went to run with May but took a nasty tumble in the hall. The building shuttered and debris fell blocking your path.
“I can’t get through." You called through a gap in the fallen concrete. "Keep going; I’ll find another way down."
You turned down the hallway and tried another way. You found a window at the end of the hall with a fire escape. You swallowed down your fear and stepped out. The metal creaked under your weight, but you continued down. You had gotten down sixteen floors when the building shook again. You gripped the railing, praying you wouldn’t fall. You heard a clangorous sound and groans. As you looked into the window, you saw Peter crashing through the ceiling and pinned by the Green Goblin.
You watched as he was mortifyingly pummeled. Your hand flies to cover your mouth as a horrified gasp leaves you. You feel tears building as you watch, unable to look anywhere else. Suddenly Peter shoots webs at the ceiling and uses the leverage to kick the maniac in the chest and launch on top of him. You had never seen Peter so violent. He usually used restraint when having to resort to any physicality, but he attacked the Goblin with no remorse. His punches flew quickly; you could hear each blow land. You felt a chill in your spine, but not from Peter’s display. No, what really frightened you- what really made you shudder- was the sickening cackle you heard from the man who had ruined it all. As if he was delighting in Peter’s moral descent.
You made your way down farther, and when the building shook again, you climbed back inside. You rushed to the stairwell. You ran as fast as you could, adrenaline coursing through your veins and driving your every move.
You heard footsteps and called out, hoping it was May. You ran into her arms, and she held you firmly, happy to see you were okay. When you reached the main floor, you looked for an exit. You found a side door and pulled it open, calling out to her. When your hand grasped the handle, you saw Peter crash through the floor. You could hear Peter’s gasping for air as the Goblin taunted him.
May handed you the bag of cures and quickly pushed you through the door before locking it. You banged on the glass as tears slipped down your face. You demanded to be let back in but she kept the door locked. Her sweet smile was tainted by a touch of internal panic.
“I have to help him- you go. Get somewhere safe, and we’ll meet you, okay? I have to make sure he’s alright.”
You watched helplessly as she ran away, further into the building, out of sight. You heard a sickening crash followed by an explosion but could do nothing from where you were. A swat team started circling the building; you heard cackling in the night air.
Now you were walking the cold streets of New York. You had tried calling Peter, May, Happy, MJ, and Ned, but no one answered. Your stomach was twisted in knots as you wander the empty streets. How did everything go so wrong?
You felt a deep sadness, one that wasn’t explainable. It wasn’t for Peter, it wasn’t for the situation, it was something else entirely. Like something was missing. Someone. You tried not to think about it. You didn’t know anything for sure, and you refused to grieve when you didn’t know she was gone.
Your phone starts to ring, and you fish it out of your pocket. You feel a rush of emotions as you look at the Picture and Caller ID.
“Michelle! Oh my god, are you okay? Where are you?”
“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. Got a few scratches but nothing severe. Have you heard from Peter?”
“No, no. He won’t- he hasn’t picked up the phone. We were hoping he was with you.”
“No, I was looking for him. I- I’m worried about him.”
She didn’t say anything, and suddenly you felt bad. She was the newest to the whole “Spider-Man” thing, and you didn’t want to freak her out.
“Look, he’s probably fine, okay? He’ll answer, and we’ll figure it out. Where are you now?”
She tells you she’s with Ned at his Lola’s.
“Okay, good. Stay there. It’s gonna be okay.”
You hang up and continue your walk. You’re not sure where he would go, but your old apartment is the only place you can think of. You’ve been walking for what felt like ages. You were sore. That tumble in the hall was no joke. But you pushed it down, choosing to focus on Peter instead. Your dear friend, your brother. You feel a rush of wind and shutter.
“Oh, thank god.” You mumble to yourself as you hear a familiar thipping, followed by a blurry mass threading the buildings around you.
You break into a sprint to catch up, “Peter! Peter! Slow down!”
The shadow slows, landing high above you. You can tell that he’s looking at you, so you come to a stop, catching your breath with your hands on your knees. You take a few deep breaths before looking up again.
Odd. You think to yourself. Peter would have landed and started teasing me for my lack of stamina by now.
As you gaze up, you see he scaled the rest of the weathered bricks during your little break and is looking at you from the railing on the roof. You throw your hands up in exasperation, and he tips his head.
“Come on, Petey! We need to talk, and I can’t get up there. You’ll have to at least come and get me!” You were pleading with him at this point.
You had seen some footage that Jameson had carelessly broadcasted onto billboards. Peter’s pixilated defeat blown up for everyone to see- to criticize. He made sure to blame Peter for all of the casualties and damages, but something he said made your bones tremble.
“There is only one confirmed death as of right now…”
You were worried and seconds from absolutely losing it if Peter didn’t get his ass down here, yesterday.
You saw him start to scale down the side of the building connected to the alleyway. You made your way through the trashcans that lined the entrance before pacing, staring at the ground as he continued clambering down. He really is taking his sweet time. It always made you nervous when you watched Peter do Spider-Man things. You knew it was silly, but what if he tripped?
You heard his feet hit the ground behind you and whipped yourself around with open arms. Just as you were about to collide with Peter, you realized it…wasn’t him. This man was much taller than Peter with a trimmer build, not quite as stocky. His suit looked more like Peter’s first real suit, the red and blue Stark Suit. The eyes were massive and stagnant. None of the comforts of Peter's suit were there. No way to tell what he was thinking.
Slowly you took a step back, bringing your arms from the side to a raised “fight stance” Peter had taught you.
You eyed the man carefully, “Who are you?”
He brought his hands up to the side- in a low shrug, “Who am I? Who are you? Why do you know my name?”
You rolled your eyes, “Your name? Pretending to Peter? Really? Are you some fanboy?”
His head tilted to the side, “Pretending?”
You were getting tired of his games.
“How did you do all that? You build the tech yourself?” You say, jerking your head towards the wall.
He points towards the roof as if clarifying what you meant. You nod your head, and he laughs.
“You don’t recognise me? I’m Spider-Man. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He moves his hand towards you, and you panic.
Obviously, this man is delusional. You knew Spider-Man. Better than most- you would argue. And this was not him. What psychopath would run around in some knock-off suit pretending to be your friend? Especially now?
You threw a punch, and he easily avoided it.
“Woah there, watch where you’re throwin’ that thing. You could have hit me.” He was undoubtedly as snarky as Peter.
You throw another punch and grow annoyed when he dodges it again.
“Look, I don’t want any trouble. I’m just trying to go about my patrol- keep you good people safe- but if you keep trying to attack me, we’re gonna have a problem.”
“Who. Are. You.” You spit through gritted teeth.
He raised his hands as if surrendering, but his tone suggested anything but defeat. “How do you know my name?”
Jesus, is this guy for real?
“I don’t know your name," you exclaim. Your exhaustion causing your frustration to reach its breaking point. "I don’t know who you are! But I swear to all that is holy: if you are out here to cause more trouble for my friend, I will end you. Right here, right now. Parker has been through enough, and the last thing he needs is some asshole running around in some janky, rip-off-”
Your hand flies to the wall. The brick is cold against your hand, as is the webbing holding it down. A chill runs through you as the masked man approaches.
“How do you know who I am? And why are you speaking about me like I’m not me?” You don’t answer and instead stare at him, stunned.
Slowly he reaches for his mask, and suddenly you’re face-to-face with him. Your eyes trace over his features: his chiselled jaw dusted with slight stubble, freckles illuminated by the headlights of passing cars that trail down his cheeks, the firm set of his brows. For a second, you’re blown away. But then the very real doom of the situation you’ve found yourself in prevails.
“You know my name...how? I’ve never met you before.”
His expression holds more wonderment than yours. As if he's close to solving a Rubik's cube. The colours are almost sorted, and then there will be the relief of finally putting it together.
You feel vulnerable as he examines you, unsure just how much of a threat this man is. “You really think you’re him. You really think you’re Peter Parker.”
His brows furrow further, “I am.”
It clicks. You feel a little embarrassed that it took you this long to realise. For the past forty-two hours, you have been dealing with all sorts of multiversal bullshit. Maybe he really is Peter Parker. Just a different one. If villains can slip through the cracks, why not a hero?
Peter always told you that there wasn’t a thought you had that didn’t cross your face. You didn’t mean to be so expressive. You figured now that this revelation must have also been visible because the man in front of you stared in pure bewilderment.
“Oh my god! You- you are Peter. Holy shit! Do you know where you are right now?” He looked around- a little smirk on his face.
“The lower east side,” He says like it’s a question.
You shake your head no before answering.
"Okay, I’m gonna say something, but it’s gonna sound crazy. Or maybe it won’t- maybe you’re used to this kinda stuff, and it’s just something crazy to us?"
His head is tilted to the side again, it’s cute.
“I think…you’re from another universe.” His eyebrows shoot up, but you continue.
“I think you are Peter Parker, just not mine. You see, my Peter tried to make everyone forget he was Spider-Man, but the spell got botched, and a bunch of crazy people started falling into our universe. People who knew Peter Parker was Spider-Man. Obviously, Peter Parker would also know that Peter Parker is Spider-Man. So, I think you slipped through.”
He seems to ponder your words. His hands are in his hair, and he mutters to himself as he paces. He’s at the mouth of the alleyway now, taking in his surroundings. You pull out your pocket knife (another gift from Peter) and cut yourself free of the webbing, massaging your wrist while he slowly comes to terms.
Suddenly he whips around. His eyes are alight as he walks towards you. His hands grab your shoulders, and his smile is wide. Just as he opens his mouth, you hear it.
“Peter? Peter! Peter, come here!”
You look over his shoulder and behind him, you see Ned and Michelle surrounded by a ring of golden sparks. The Spider-Man turns around and seems just as confused as you.
Currently, you stood in front of three Peter’s in your old high school chemistry lab. This definitely wasn’t on your "Save the World" bingo card. Currently, everyone was bickering over who was who, and who was to be called what. Your brain was hurting after the cosmic stretch that was your reality right now.
“Okay, Okay, I got it!” The three Peters stop their childish squabbling and look at you with expectant eyes.
You point to the tallest one, “You are Peter.”
He does a little fist pump, and you continue over the other two’s whining of ‘Why does he get to be Peter?’ and ‘We’re all Peter- that’s not fair!’.
You point to the older one next, “Your Pete.”
He nods, and Your Peter looks at you confused- almost wounded.
“But that’s my nickname…,” He complains.
You shake your head slowly, a deviant smile stretching across your face.
“No, it’s not.”
Your Peter huffs, “Uh, Yeah, it is. You always call me Pete. It’s like our thing.”
Your knowing smile grows, “Nu-uh, your nickname is Petey.”
You watch as the other Peters begin to snicker, and your Peter’s face slowly bleeds to a crimson shade.
“I told you not to call me that.”
You laugh, “And yet I do. Always have, always will. You’re Petey, end of story.”
He’s getting embarrassed, and you want to feel bad, but flustering your friend is one of the few joys you get from life.
“I hate that nickname! It makes me sound like a baby!”
You tried to bite back your laughter at the irony of his complaint and the manner in which he was conducting himself.
“You were always my pobrecito,” You coo.
He scowls with arms crossed as you make grabby hands at him. “I am not a baby.”
You play up your frown- completely taking the mick now. You raise your hands, pinching his cheeks.
“Lo siento. Don’t worry, sigues siendo muy guapito.”
He swats your hands away and you laugh, “Stop saying that! I’m ‘guapo’ no ‘guapito’! I’m a man!”
In the background, Pete tips his head to the side.
“Do you know what they're talking about?”
Peter just shakes his head no as they continue to watch on.
You pat Petey on the cheek, “You’re right. You are definitely a man. A man who didn’t call me last week and ask me to retie his shoes for him because ‘the way I tie it is better.’”
Petey’s blush deepened as he looked down at the ground. You rumpled his hair in victory before turning back to the snickering group.
“Okay, now that that’s settled," you say as you turn back to the Peter's in threes, "what’s the plan?”
All previous levity is left as their faces turn stoic.
One creepy thing you were still getting used to is how similar their facial expressions were. You just watched all three switch from Peter to Spider-Man. Men on a mission. They divvied up the tasks among themselves, discussing their particular expertise for each cure. You sat back, trying your best to understand what they were saying, but most of it flew over your head. You sat next to Ned for a bit while he ran a program beyond your comprehension on his laptop. But you grew bored- antsy.
Petey was currently being comforted by MJ. You wanted to comfort him too, but you didn’t want to crowd him. Your gaze fell to Peter once again. Something about him was alluring to you. He was nothing like your Peter. Not really. He was tall, and his muscles hung differently on his frame. He was a bit older- something that excited you more than it should. You were counting his freckles when he looked up, locking eyes with you with a small smirk before going back to his task. You felt your cheeks warm at being caught.
You made your way over, feigning nonchalance. “How goes it?”
Peter lifted his goggles, “It goes well. I finally got the Resazurin synthesis to dissolve, so now, I can bind it to the Barium-Hydroxide, and infuse the Dinitrogen Monoxide and Acetamide solution so the Ammonium Perchlorate is stable within the compound.”
You nodded your head dumbly, “Yeah, that’s- that’s good.”
He chuckled, “Okay, so you’re not a mega-nerd. This multiverse thing is weird.”
You laughed as well. “Yeah, like, you’re Peter, but you're not like my Peter. You’re cooler, handsome-er.”
Peter’s smile grew as he leaned against the workstation. “I’m cooler and handsome-er?”
You rolled your eyes, hoping to distract from the warmth you felt on your cheeks. “Yeah, but you’re just as cocky. I guess that’s part of the Peter Parker Package.”
You felt exposed under Peter’s gaze. “It seems teasing wit is a (Y/n) (L/n) Essential as well.”
His statement intrigued you, “You have a me?”
He looked away, fiddling with his contraption. “Yeah, she was nothing like you, though.”
You leaned against your hand, your elbow propped on the table, and he chuckled.
“My (Y/n) was my best friend. Her dad was a top scientist at Oscorp. Harry, (Y/n), and I were inseparable. She was nice, but you're definitely ‘cooler and handsome-er’”
You chuckled at his mirroring of your words before. Something about Peter made you want to know everything about him. You were enchanted by him.
“What’s your favourite food?” Peter looked at you confused but relented after gazing at your sweet smile.
“Kugel.” You ask him what it was, having never heard of it before. He explained it, and you realised this wasn’t a multiversal misunderstanding.
“You’re Jewish?” Peter nodded, an unsure “yeah…” leaving his lips.
You looked to Pete, who was pretending not to eavesdrop. “Are you Jewish?”
Pete said that he wasn’t and continued working on his cure. Peter looked surprised as well but shrugged it off. “What’s your Peter’s favourite food?”
You scrunched up your nose at the thought, “Pickles.”
Peter laughs, and you continue.
“No, really. He loves them. I remember when he was younger, and I would babysit him, I had to make sure he stayed out of the fridge ‘cause he would sneak ‘em. Once, I found him behind the couch, wrist deep in some Claussen's.”
Peter laughed with you at the memory, “So, you used to babysit the other Peter?”
“Please, call him Petey.” You smiled, “But yeah, I’m two years older than him. I used to live across the hall from him and…”
You hesitated to say her name, the loss still fresh. Peter seemed to understand, his eyes sincere.
“Were you close?” You let out a sigh, taking a glance at the broken boy on the other side of the chemistry station.
“Yeah, she was like a mother to me. It was just me and my dad, and she- she was kind. I’m kinda an orphan too now.”
You hadn’t really gotten a second to grieve. Tonight had been a maelstrom of events, and your focus was on Petey. He was carrying so much, and you wanted to be there for him; you could grieve later.
“I’m sorry.”
It was a simple phrase, one you hated, really. Years of being friends with Petey would do that to you. He was always apologising for things out of his control. You immediately want to say “not your fault”, something you would say to Petey on an almost daily basis, a knee-jerk reaction to the phrase. But you bite your tongue and thank him instead.
“I’m more worried about him. He’s- he’s been through a lot lately. Everyone hates him, thinks he’s a murderer. He lost Ben and Stark, and now…he’s lost May. He’s so young, ya know? He hasn’t even graduated high school, and already…” You sigh, your heart breaking for him. “I wish I could take some of the weight off his shoulders, ya know? I love him.”
You found yourself staring at the young couple across the way. Their heads rested together. It was sweet, though it burned just a tad. You didn’t have that, and you wished you did. Someone to tell you that even when the world is falling apart, they are with you- you’re not alone. Someone to love you, to hold you, to kiss it better. You loved that Petey finally had that. MJ was good for him.
“You have someone?” You both turn to look at Pete, his age lines wrapped around his slight frown.
“No. I got no time for- uh- Peter Parker stuff, you know?” Peter’s countenance twisted into curiosity, “Do you?”
Pete made a face, “Uh, that’s a little complicated.”
"No, I understand.” Peter wore a sympathetic smile, “I guess it’s just not in the cards for guys like us.”
You felt conflicting feelings of excitement and dismay at Peter’s response.
On the one hand, the guy you were quickly crushing on was available. That’s a plus. However, you were sad that he didn’t have someone “back home.” On the rooftop, he spoke of his lost love, the one he couldn’t save- Gwen. Your heart broke for him then, and it shatters now. You imagine great loss is also a part of the Peter Parker Package. It pains you to think he’s written off a chance of romance, of love. You allow yourself to daydream for a moment of being that person for him, but only for a moment. He has to return; his universe needs a Spider-Man. You couldn’t be that for him even if you wanted to.
“Well, I wouldn’t give up. It took a while, but... we made it work,” Pete reassures.
“I mean, who knows? Yesterday the multiverse was just a crazy pipedream theory, and now we’re living it. If there’s one thing being Spider-Man has taught me, it’s that life can be crazy and unpredictable. Nothing is off the table.”
Pete’s eyes fall on you as he says the last part, and you feel like you’ve been caught. Was it that obvious you were crushing on the tall man beside you?
You hoped he was right. You hoped that, maybe, you could be with Peter- somehow, some way. You locked eyes, and there was something in his gaze, a deep secret you wanted to unravel. His eyes were craters on Demios, and you were drifting into his gravitational pull.
“What about you? Do you have someone?” You blinked dumbly, your brain rebooting.
“Yeah, no. No, I, uh, don’t have anyone.” Peter graced you with a lazy smile.
“I find that hard to believe.” A breathless laugh left your chest as you broke away from his gaze. You felt like cellophane; he could see right through you.
“I mean there have been people…in the past. But none of them- yeah. I don’t have the best luck with love. Petey was the only decent fellow I dated.” You chuckled at the thought, missing the way Peter’s smile tensed.
“You and Petey, huh? Do you still…?” You saw how his eyes had saddened and couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you.
“Oh, no. No, no, no. We were in high school and thought we should try it, but…we’re definitely just friends. He uh- he wasn’t the right one.” Peter raised his eyebrows.
“The right one?” You shrugged your shoulders.
“Yeah, we didn’t really fit. He wasn’t the right man. Or maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he was the perfect man, just the wrong version.”
Peter looked at you, that subtle smirk returning. “Yeah, maybe so.”
Your lingering gaze was interrupted by Ned calling for Peter, making all Peters look in his direction. You groaned at their pointing and confusion.
“Dios Mio! We’ve been over this! Pete, Peter, and Petey.”
Ned cringed, “I’m not calling him ‘Petey’. It feels wrong.”
You grumble to yourself about the pointlessness of labelling them if no one was going to use the titles. However, you didn’t get to dwell on it long. The cures were done, and now it was time to act. Now they were preparing for battle.
It was fall the perfect season. Y/n just loved taking strolls and listening to her walkman, headphones on and feeling the cool breeze sway her hair.
And it’s exactly what she’s doing right now. Walking out of her home and seeing orange leaves everywhere, pumpkins set up in her neighbors porches faces carved into them. The strange smell of cold she smells when she breathes in gives her comfort.
Steve insisted on giving her a ride to school but she just kept declining him and saying she would rather walk to school. But, Steve as stubborn as he is went to go pick her up anyways
Y/n was walking down the sidewalk of the street, she noticed a car going by and stopping at the end of the stop sign. She could see the convertible with the top off 4 boys on it from high school, the popular crew that Steve used to hang out with. The only boy she knew in that group was Tommy. *ugh*
*I’ll just keep walking I hope they don’t say anything* she thought while walking towards them. And as soon as she got near them all the boys turned their head. One of them whistled at her, she pretended she didn’t hear them since she had her headphones on. She sped up her pace almost reaching the stop sign and then she can turn at the corner.
"Hey sweetheart!" one of them yelled.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Another says with a grin
"I bet she can’t wait to go back to her country!" That comment them all laugh
Y/n stops walking when she heard that.
"Hey come on man what the hell." She recognized Tommys voice saying that. *maybe he’s not a heartless piece of crap*
"Oh so she can hear us?" Y/n turned around facing them now, trying not to looked pissed off.
There was another car coming down the street she could see it from the corner of her eye, she just stared at the boys seated in the car.
"Oh wait she can’t understand us, Hablas english?" He says in a joking manner not even being able to pronounce the word correctly.
All of them started laughing like little kids though Tommy looked like he wasnt enjoing this.
"Oh I understand perfectly, nomas estan como pinche pendejos aquí." All of them stopped laughing at that and you could see by the look in their faces they were dumbfounded looking at eachother trying to figure out what she said. Tommy snickered at that.
"You understand that sweetheart?" Y/n smiled at them sarcastically but that pissed them off.
"You think you’re so smart you bitch?" He straightened up in his seat, starting to lean out the car towards y/n when a car door was heard being slammed very loudly behind them.
"I think you should watch your mouth asshole, doesn’t your mommy teach you manners?" She turns her head *my knight in shining armor*
"Oh look if it isn’t Steve Harrington sorry man I just found your bitch wondering around." and with that Steve launched himself at the boy that sits at the passanger seat and punched him square at the face. All the boys shouted with woahs but not daring to stop barge in. Steve grabs his collar and drags him up to his face
"Now you’re gonna apologize to the pretty lady yeah? And make it sound heartfelt if not I’ll beat your ass right here right now infront of your little friend group, you got that?"
The boy nodded scared with his lip dripping with blood. Steve lets him go and walks over to you.
"I-I'm very sorry ma'am forgive me for my horrible actions." She just smiles at him trying not to laugh. The boy gulped and looked at Steve for a split second and the turned around and looked at Tommy.
"Drive lets go." He told him,
"Nah I think im enjoying this"
"Drive for gods sake!!" He says witha more panicked voice
And with that they were off.
Steve turned to you and gave you the most loveable hug ever, he wrapped his arms over your shoulders, bringing your head to his chest and holding you like you were something fragile. You wrapped your arms around his waist and his chin resting on your head. You stayed there for a little while enjoying eachothers warmth.
When you separated you took your hands cupping his face with them and made him look down just slightly, his eyes looking at you with so much love and a little smile he has dazed by you. You looked at him and got closer to his face and started to attack him with kisses all on his face not leaving one spot without a kiss. He didn’t move letting you do it, letting out some giggles.
When you finished and pulled back "I love you" you said
"And I love you more." Steve said now arms in your hips and yours on his chest. "I don’t think thats possible" you say scrunching your eyebrows together.
"Okay well it is now com on were gonna be late" Steve said walking towards his car holding you hand. "Were still not finished with this coversation," you pouted jokingly
"Get in the car amor." Steve open the car door for you and you blushed at the nickname.
You get in without a complaint when he gets in the car on the drivers seat he says "I'm always walking with you from now on." he grabs your hand and you look at him and smile
" I guess..." You roll your eyes and sigh in a joking manner.
A/n- HOPE YALL LIKE IT! Muchos besos <3 requests are open!
