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loml - mcu!peter parker x reader

word count: 1,926

summary: you are both peter's love and loss of his life

warning content: if you see any grammar mistakes, keep them to yourself pls thx<3 might be cringe tbh

general tag: mostly fluff & some angst

💌: peter parker x artsy!reader

song: loml by taylor swift (the tortured poets department)

spring had just began, more warm days after months of freezing cold weather. today, however, seemed to be one of the few cold, rainy days february had left. you had finished homework earlier today, always wanting to have your weekends free as much as you can, so you decided to occupy your mind with something else more calming.

after finishing the last of your ap psychology assignment, you walked to your kitchen and made yourself a quick matcha. as you measured the green powder into your cat mug - a lovely gift peter got you because one of the cats in the bug is a calico, like your own cat - a thud was heard from your room. it was followed by an 'ow' quickly after, causing a small smile to form on your lips.

peter.

at the sudden noice, autumn, your calico cat, run cautiously out of your room. after finishing your matcha with some creamer, you also walked to your room.

peter looked towards the door upon sensing you. his spidey sense usually only triggered when danger was near, however, when it came to you, peter was able to feel you. he couldn't describe it, but there was something in you that made him feel safe. it was a warm feeling that ran down his spine, and maybe it was because he was in your room, but he could also smell the vanilla lotion you love to use. everything about you made him feel like he was engulfed by a soft blanket.

so it was no surprise that the first thing peter did was offer you a smile. you automatically smile back of course. how could you not when he looks at you like that, like he was going to somehow bring you the moon he often photographed because it made him think of you.

'it's raining,' peter pointed with a boyish grin. the obvious pitter patter coming from your windows made you tilt your head playfully. 'you don't say.'

peter patrolled the streets of new york everyday as his alter ego, spider-man. but on days like this, he likes to use the weather as an excuse to come see you earlier instead. he has a build in heater in his suit of course, but in his opinion it doesn't work as well as a good cuddling season with you.

peter sets his masks down on your night stand. 'cuddles?'

you took a sip of your matcha as you walked to your desk. 'i have to work on my portfolio.' you heard him walk to your dresser that sat on the corner of your room where you had a drawer with his clothes to change to after patrol. 'i thought you were done with it?'

'yea, it's just,' your fingers glossed over your sketches. junior year was ending and soon college applications will start. it had been your dream to attend the art school of chicago, and now that applications are around the corner, you want to make sure everything is perfect. 'it doesn't feel complete.'

once peter was out of his wet suit and into his favorite pair of bright pink hello kitty pants matched with a plain white tee, he sneaked his arms around you, taking your comforting scent in. you felt him place a kiss in your hair, 'i think it's perfect.'

you turn to look at him with an unimpressed expression. his smile widens and he can't fight the urge to kiss you any longer. peter gently presses his lips into yours. he's always been delicate with his kisses, especially after being spider-man. you knew it was his way to ground himself after a day of fighting criminals, so you let him be as soft as he needed.

you loved it that way. you loved him that way.

peter pulls away first. 'i have some photos i took last week. you could draw some if you need.'

peter's hobby went hand in hand with your art. thanks to being spider-man, he was able to take some shots of new york no one else would be able to obtain, and he often let you sketch them, so often that half of his storage is pictures he takes for you to draw. the other half is probably of you.

you hum in agreement, still looking into peter's eyes. you have never loved brown as much as you do now.

'tomorrow.' peter took your mug in one hand, then used the other to hold your hand while he drag you over to bed. 'today, we cuddle.' he set your bug on the night stand.

you smile. 'okay.'

you two settled under your warm covers with you closest to your mug incase you want a sip, but before you could find a comfortable position, peter stood up, muttering a quick 'wait!'.

you frown, but understood what he was doing when he pulled a lighter from your drawer in the night stand. he lit up the candle that rested on top. apple pumpkin. you bought a few pumpkin scented candles last fall, and peter grew to love this specific one. he wasn't a fan of scented candles because of his enhanced smell, but this one was subtle enough for him to enjoy without getting a headache.

once peter returned to bed, he wrapped his arms around your waist with his head on your chest. he slightly tilted his head to plant a kiss into your skin. 'i love you.'

his whispered confession filled you with butterflies. you don't know what you did to be lucky enough to love this boy in your arms, let alone be loved back by him. one of your hands wrapped around his back, while the other caressed his check, slightly squishing his face. his chuckles echoed in the room along the rain when you started kissing his face.

two kisses on his right check, two more on the left, three on his forehead, and one on the bridge of his nose.

'i love you more.'

a bright smile stayed on peter's face as he shook his head. 'that's not possible.' your smile matched his, 'i think it is. no, i know it is.'

'i love you most.' before you could disagree, you felt his hands sneak under your shirt, cutting you off by tickling your sides. you squeak in surprise and try to squirm away. your laughter fills peter's ears, 'okay! i can't breathe!'

peter paused his movements and you inhale to suggest, 'we both love each other equally.'

peter makes a thinking face. 'i'll let you have this win,' he rolled his eyes playfully before settling in your arms again.

the two of you stayed intertwined in bed until you felt peter's breathing slow down, indicating he had fallen asleep. his weight was on your side now, but looking down at him you decided you wanted to engrave this moment forever.

swiftly, you reached for the small sketchbook you keep on your night stand. thankfully, you had left a pencil there too. you sat up slightly, making sure not to disturb peter's slumber. his arms tighten around you making you freeze, but the light snores coming from peter tell you he is still deep in his sleep.

you find a clean page and begin drawing shapes until you like how they all sit together. you move to the face proportions, not focusing on shading yet. your hand makes the hair part look effortless, and it may be from the many times you've drawn these curls. moving back to the face, you use your finger to blend the lines better.

finishing the rough draft, your focus goes to the nose, moving to the freckles you have memorized.

'stalker.'

peter's deep voice caused a blush to creep into your cheeks. it wasn't the first time peter caught you drawing him, he has seen the many sketches and paintings you've done of him, but you still shy way when his eyes follow every detail of him you've embedded into your mind.

if only you knew peter feels the same. to know the person he loves more than anything has memorized him, his body and soul, fills him with an indescribable feeling. he does the same with his camera. most of his photos are moments you've shared together that he wants to remember forever.

peter not having storage on his phone from all the candid pictures he has of you is his version of when you learned to draw the lines that form around his eyes when he smiles.

'shut up,' you nudge your leg against his. there's smiles on both of your faces as peter snuggles closer to you.

the room is rather dark by now, only the candle peter had previously lit and another lamp you always have create a cozy atmosphere. the warm glow of the lamp reaches your features enough for peter to see and he takes his time to draw his own painting of you in his mind.

the flickering flame of the candle mixing with the apple pumpkin scent ignite a perfect portrait of peter you ache to fabricate, you take a mental picture for later.

you could be here with peter for all time.

neither of you knew that it was only momentary.

peter climbed through the window, a plastic bag in hand. he pulled his mask off, wet hair falling over his eyes.

the loud thunder from outside shook his apartment. it started raining earlier that day, so peter decided to cut his patrolling short. he hadn't done it in a while.

his body was freezing from the harsh wind that he old suit would have kept him warm from. he walked towards a basket full of his clothes that sat in a corner, that was his dresser for the time being, and grabbed a gray shirt.

when peter picked up the shirt, he caught a glimpse of what once were a bright magenta hello kitty bottoms, is now a dull shade of pink. with a sinking feeling, peter decided to put them on as well.

he made it to his twin size bed where he left the bag and took out the single purchase he made.

a small scented candle. apple pumpkin.

once lit, he set it on the small dining table his studio apartment came with. he stared at it until the soft scent filled his nose. his throat closes when memories of you that are still imprinted in his mind come back. peter feels his left eye twitch as tears threaten to spill, but he refuses to cry.

he can't afford a breakdown. he has no one to turn to anymore. peter doesn't know if he can pick himself back up if he breaks. it was easier with tony because he had may and friends who cared about him. but especially because he had you.

now may is gone, he's a stranger to his friends, and every detail of peter you had memorized has been erased.

peter turns back to his bed and pulls the covers to get in. he continues to stare at the flame emotionless, slowly dissociating from his lonesome.

even after everything, peter can't comprehend how you could go from perfectly drawing the creases on his lips without a reference to not even remembering his name.

do you still have those pieces of him?

do you still draw him even now like it is muscle memory?

is he in your dreams like you are in his?

you will continue to occupy peter's mind until the day being spider-man finally kills him. you were his deepest love, and now his greatest loss.

a/n: i wrote this as it's raining and can you guess what scented candle i have litghing? 😝 anyway i went through a depressive episode for no reason so i took a hiatus, but i might be back for the summer. i often go through another one when school starts so im gonna do the most now. i was thinking of making a part two for this using 'peter' but idk. anyway, HIIII NEW GRACIE ALBUM THIS WEEK RAGHH

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Hey ! Thank you for being so nice !

Could it be right before college and fluffy ?

Thank you !

Got it and you're welcome! I'll tag you!

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So sorry ! I didnt see that you were 17 , sorry for requesting smut !

Insted of a physical relationship can you do a light banter ?

Sorry again !

Yes! And it's totally okay :)

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I feel so bad right now im really sorry , it wasnt like requesting full on smut but my choice of words were wrong ! My hole idea was a relationship with a lot of banter where it was mention that they have been previously together physicaly but the words were like ..completly wrong

Im so sorry if i made you unconfortable in any way really if you could ignore my 1st ask and do something were theres just banter i thank you

Sorry again !

Hi! Please don't feel bad I'm not offended or uncomfortable or anything! It's totally okay :) I get what you're saying and I've never wrote for Oscar before so I'm up for the challenge! I'll try to make y/n be like Maddy, I just hope my comebacks are decent lol. Just a quick question, but would you like it to take place during college or before? Also, angst or no angst I was thinking a sort of jealousy thing. Thanks so much for the request and feel free to request more! <3

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A Present for Oscar 🎁pt. 1- César x Reader (Siblings)

Request: None

Pronouns: None Stated

Word Count: 863

Warnings: Gun Mention at the end

Summary: Your brother Oscar is returning from jail and you get him a present against your other brother, César's judgement.

“César, come on.” You grin, pulling César into yet another department store.

“No, I don’t see why we’re doing this.” César groaned. “He’s just going to get locked up again the minute he gets out.”

A frown forms on your face, “Don’t say that. He said he’s going to do better. If you’re going to be rude you can go. You could’ve given me the money and let me go by myself.”

“No,” He muttered, opening the store door for you. “The block’s getting restless. I don’t need you wandering by yourself.”

You roll your eyes, “The block’s been restless ever since he left. Let’s just focus on the good things now. Oscar’s coming home, and we need to get him a present!”

César put on a small smile as you began to wander the store. He wondered how you could be so happy. Oscar wasn’t exactly bad but he definitely wasn’t good. He went to jail. For months it was just the two of you and some Santos. Sure, he was used to it, but while Oscar was gone, César had stayed. He had to hold you when you cried. He had to make sure that you were safe. César knew Oscar would do the same but he was never there to act on it.

Shaking his head, he looked through a selection of coats. He held up a dark blue one with large matte black buttons, “What about this one?”

“Hmm I don’t know,” You hold up some cologne, “What about this?”

“No, Oscar would want to pick out his own cologne.”

You smile, “I just can’t wait to see him. We need to hurry up if he’s coming home tomorrow. What do you think he would like the best? You know him more.”

“Ummm,” César scanned the department store. There were rows of clothes, different sections of shirts and pants. There was cologne and perfume on glass stands with models on posters near the displays. He always hated stores like this, ones that couldn’t focus on one item, but a selection of kitchen appliances caught his eye.

“He likes to cook, right?” César questioned. “We could get him some cooking supplies. Like a new knife set or something.”

“Yes!” You cheered, pulling him to the selection. “Let’s get him some knives.”

César looked at the different brands of shiny metal knives. They were almost pretty, gleaming under the fluorescent light bulbs. He knew Oscar would love some, but they were all so expensive. Only $20 sat crumbled in his pocket. When he raised his head to see which ones you were looking at he noticed you had left the section and were heading to the checkout center. An expensive knife set in your hands.

He quickly walked towards you, “What are you doing? Those are $70! We don’t have that much.”

“Don’t worry about it,” You smiled.

The lady behind the cash register scanned the set, “Anything else?

“Yes,” You point towards an apron with different vegetables printed on it, “I’ll like to get this too.”

“Alright! That will be $80, cash or card?”

“Cash if that’s okay,” You say pulling out some dollar bills from your wallet.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this,” César muttered.

“But I want to, he’s our brother César. He’s all we have so we’re going to get him a present.” You whisper, handing the cashier the bills.

The lady handed you the bag and with a “good-bye” and the two of you walked out of the store and out of the mall. The walk home was quick and silent. César’s head was filled with worries. Who knows what could’ve happened to Oscar while he was in jail. Maybe he has a shorter temper, or maybe he wants to be left alone. Either way he was afraid for your hopes to be shattered.

While he was away he didn’t allow you to see Oscar. It was a decision that broke up the previously close bond the two of you had. You tried to convince César, but he wouldn’t let up. You didn’t know, but César didn’t want you to see Oscar liked that, but now he regrets it. Maybe it would’ve been good to see Oscar, so your hopes wouldn’t be up. Believing he was the same man as before.

Unknown to César you were scared, so scared that everything would all change once he was back. You weren’t living in a delusion, you knew Oscar wasn’t the softest person, but being without him so long made you miss him, not hate him. If Oscar came back César would relax a bit. You weren’t a little kid, but César was so worried that something would happen to you. Having your biggest brother back would fix it. Even if you didn’t get Oscar back you could possibly get César back.

This was all you thought about as you fell asleep. The knife set and apron tied nicely with a blue bow sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

The next morning César woke up before you. He sat outside on the front steps on the porch. The sky was orange with a bit of blue poking out and the sun shone on his face. A breeze flowed through the trees and he watched as the leaves rustled. He tapped his foot anxiously.

You walked outside and tossed César an apple. He looked up at you.

“You need to eat.”

César sighed and took a bite out of the apple. He rested his head on the palm of his hand.

“It’s a nice day, isn’t it?” You asked, gazing up at the sky.

“Yeah,” He chewed the apple slowly.

You sat next to César. He looked tired. “Don’t tell me you’ve been out here all night. That’s not healthy.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Well, go inside and take a nap. I’ll stay out here and tell you when he’s here.”

César opened his mouth to argue, but he had been tossing and turning all night. Every time he went to sleep he would wake up minutes later. He got up, stopping to look at you. Sometimes he forgot that you were only two years younger. He went inside leaving you by yourself on the porch.

One hour passed, then two, then more and when César woke up he was met in a purely silent house. He rolled over in his bed, reaching for his phone and saw that it was long past 3, when Oscar was supposed to come home.

Getting up, he walked through the house calling for your name. César prepared for the worst. Walking to the door he lightly knocked, he thought he heard you shuffling inside.

“Y/N it’s okay. We don’t need him anyway, open the door. Please.”

César opened the door expecting to see you inside, but you were gone. Your radio played soft music on the nightstand. Your sheets were still crumbled from where you left them that morning. Your walls were lined with photos. Some with César, some with César ‘s friends and some with Oscar.

He felt his heart begin to beat, he ran through the small house, checking every room.

“Y/N where are you? Y/N it’s okay!” He checked the backyard. Red solo cups littered the grass, but you were nowhere near. The sun was beginning to set.

Running back inside he checked for a note, a text message, anything. He anxiously ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth. In the months since Oscar had left, you had never gone anywhere without notifying someone. Suddenly he heard someone talking outside. Low, gruff voices. He grabbed a gun, and moved towards the door.

Author's Note: Comment below what y'all want me to write! I'm having a little case of writer's block lol so I'm up for anything on my masterlist. I debated posting this one or a Latrelle one, but he'll probably be next. Also, do people still read/write omb fics? I don't really use A03 but I know there wasn't many new ones on tumblr or wattpad. But, I just love writing OMB characters. Anyway I hope y'all enjoy this one! If you enjoyed this please like and follow for more. Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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When you're sick 💊- César Díaz x Reader (Headcanon)

Request: None

Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 866

Warnings: None

Summary: How I think César would act if you got sick, enjoy!

César hates being sick

Like really hates being sick

Like goes to school with a fever and pretends he isn’t sick, hates being sick

Because then he has to rely on people and there’s issues that come with that

But, the only thing he hates more than being sick is you being sick

Because that means you’re not your energetic, happy self

That jumps on him randomly and dances with him

You’re not eager to study with him (or tutor him, because that’s usually what ends up happening)

You’re still, and tired, and in pain

And even though he really enjoys taking care of you, it worries him

So, to keep himself from freaking out too much he’ll put you on bed rest

“Shut up and lay down.” César gently pushes you back down on your bed.

“But, I have to study!” You argue, trying to sit back up.

“Study? You’re so pale you look like a ghost, you can’t study! I’ll take care of it. Just rest, babe.”

He’ll stay home from school just to take care of you. Even if it’s just to watch you sleep he feels better being near you. Knowing that you’re safe and not on the ground somewhere because you fainted.

You stir from your sleep feeling a warm hand on top of yours. Opening your eyes you see César sitting on the chair next to your bed, rubbing your hand.

“Baby go to school, I’ll be okay” You whisper.

“I can’t focus if you’re not there with me.” He replies, kissing your sweaty forehead. “I rather be here with you. Do you need anything?”

When you get hungry he’ll run around looking for food. Cursing at himself for being unprepared.

You peek through the crack of your bedroom door at your boyfriend pacing through your hallway, waiting for someone to pick up the phone. Then you hear pieces of his conversation.

“Ruby, hey, what do you eat when you’re sick? No, I’m not sick. Y/N is. I don’t know, like 3 days. They have a fever, sore throat, runny nose, that kind of stuff. I don’t know what to do! No, I’m not freaking out, just answer the question. What do they need to eat? Soup and popsicles? Yeah, I can get that. Okay, thank you. I’ll tell them.”

Coming back into your room to kiss you on the cheek he says, "I'm going to get you some food and Ruby says to get well soon. He needs you to babysit the twins.”

Usually you’ll only have a small cold, so you’ll get better quickly, but sometimes it’s worse

He’ll clean and disinfect everything when you throw up. He'll also keep reassuring that he loves you and you'll be okay you no matter how messy you get.

When you cry because of the pain, he’ll hold you and try to keep you as comfortable as possible

You sniffle and turn away from César in the bed, “I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I don’t care, how many times do I have to say that. I hate when you cry.” He turns you so you face him and kisses you, while wiping away your tears.

“Sorry, my throat hurts so much.” You say softly.

“I know, in awhile we can try eating another popsicle. I’ll stay here until you’re not in pain. Just keep hugging me.”

He’ll make sure you take your medicine when you’re supposed to. Even if he has to threaten you.

“Sweetheart, wake up.” César whispers, slowly rubbing your back.

“Go away,” You yawn, snuggling into the teddy bear César bought you.

“Nope,” He pulls away the sheets, revealing you in heart pajamas, clutching the brown teddy bear. “It’s time for medicine.”

You groan, “It’s gross, I’ll take it later, I’m feeling better.”

“No, you have to take it down. Your fever is going down, but it hasn’t broken. Take the medicine.”

“Babe, it’s so gross. Don’t make me take it.”

“Take it or…” He pauses. “I’ll call Oscar.”

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth so César could pour the green syrup into your mouth. You put your hand over your mouth so you don’t spit it out as you swallow it.

Putting the sheets back onto you he whispers, “I know it sucks, but it will make you feel better.”

“I know, just get in bed with me, I’m cold.”

Once you feel better, he’ll pride himself in his caring boyfriend abilities.

You sit hand in hand with César at the lunch table, listening to him ramble on how he took care of you.

“I almost called Oscar, I really didn’t know what to do, but I figured it out. A man has to take care of his partner.”

“I think we all know who’s the man in the relationship, but we’re glad you’re feeling better Y/N” Monse adds.

You laugh, “Thanks Monse, but César did great.”

He kisses you and pulls you closer, “Anything for you, being without you makes me sick.”

You hug him, then get up to get something to drink.

At the table César watches you walk away with a smile, before sneezing.

Monse, Ruby, Jamal, and Jasmine look surprised at him shrug, before saying, “Definitely worth it.

When you say you’ll take a break, but leave for almost a whole year.🥲So much has happened that I can’t really explain, but I hope you all enjoyed this post. I’m still trying to get back into the swing of writing so I hope this is okay. Just know a lot more is coming! Please like and follow for more. Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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In the Future....César Díaz x Reader

Request: None

Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 833

Warnings: None, it's super cute!

Summary: Y/N and César daydream about their future together.

“If you could leave, like really leave and never come back, would you?”

Y/N turned their head to look up at César from their spot on his lap. His voice had broken the stillness of the quaint park. Looking up at him they could see the little black hairs that were on his chin; his hand intertwined in theirs as he looked up to the sky.

“Why do you ask” Y/N responded.

César shrugged. He looked down at Y/N’s head in his lap. Their eyes were so beautiful, so clear he could see the clouds drifting in them. He could see the pure attention Y/N was giving him.

“I’m just thinking about the future.” César said.

“Well,” Y/N started, beginning to close their eyes, “I don’t think I would want to never come back, unless you were with me, I suppose. I think I’ll go wherever you want to go.”

César chuckled, “I don’t think you should go wherever I go. You should go off and live your own life.”

“César, if I want to be with you wherever I go wouldn’t be the same without you. Plus you’re such a kind person. I think what would really happen is, you’ll go wherever I want to go.”

“You’re right.” César agreed, wiping off a stray leaf from your shirt.

César smiled. Never had he felt so content. You made him content, more than content, actually. César knew that you were everything to him. So kind, so sweet, the purest soul. Towards you César only felt love. Not the anger he felt towards his brother or his dad. With you he felt unconditional love and even though he was young he could truly see himself with you. He could see himself knocking on your college dorm door, offering to walk you to class. Or he could see driving hours a month to see you. Bringing presents and maybe even treats from Oscar.

“I’ll go to community college somewhere near where you get accepted. I can’t stay away from you.” César whispered.

César let his words fall, believing that Y/N had fallen asleep. They looked so cute when they slept, he had even taken off his jacket to lay on them. So, he jumped slightly when they spoke up. Meaning that they had heard his comment.

“We’ll study together, go on trips and things.”

“You’re so smart. It’ll be like now, where you tutor me and I listen.”

“Give yourself more credit, baby. You’re the smartest guy I know. Think of all the things you taught me.”

César frowned, “How to skip class, how to almost get shot.”

Y/N shook their head. “How to avoid getting shot. How to relax and take a break. How to cuddle, how to kiss, how to love…”

Turning his head César tried to hide his blush. He was sure Y/N could hear his heartbeat increase. His stomach was filled with butterflies, they were the only one to really make him nervous. Even though there was nothing to be nervous about. In Y/N’s eyes he was perfect.

César cleared his throat, “We’ll get an apartment. A really classy one with a nice view. I’ll work, you can too if you want. No matter what, I'll take care of you.”

“We’ll save our money together, buy our own house! You know one with a large backyard. ” Y/N said, beginning to get excited. They opened their beautiful eyes to look at their boyfriend.

“We’ll build our own house. Anything you want.”

“No, anything, you want.”

César scrunched his eyebrows, what did he want? “A trampoline would be fun and lots of light! My house gets so dark.”

“Yes! Skylights and high ceilings. I want to decorate for every holiday!” Y/N cheered.

“We’ll have a big kitchen for Oscar!”

“A library for Monse!”

“A gym for Jamal”

“A closet for Jasmine”

“And a room for Ruby!” Y/N and César said together. By then Y/N had sat up and now faced César. The both of them laughed at the idea of Ruby finally having his own room for whatever he wanted to do…

Y/N looked at César. His hair grew so fast, his face was softened. He grinned with all his teeth and Y/N leaned in to kiss him. Closing her eyes, trying to mentally capture the moment. They knew they had a future with César. One where they were happy and safe. All of this seemed written in stone even though it was just a discussion during a picnic in the park.

“I love you so much.” Y/N beamed. César cupped their cheeks and kissed them again.

“I love you more, baby.” He took off his gold necklace and clasped it on Y/N, before pulling them into a hug. They spent the rest of the sunny day just like that. Held in each other's arms as the gentle wind flowed around them. Imagining their life together.

Author's Note: Is it just me or was anyone else slightly disappointed with season 4?? Reblog or comment your opinions and what you thought about this post! I hope you all enjoy it! I've spent all of my free time writing so hopefully I should have a posting schedule soon. Also, when should I post these? I usually think the weekend is best sometime around 1pm, but please give me suggests! If you enjoyed this please like and follow for more. Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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Saving Peter 🔥 - Peter Parker x Reader

Request: None

Pronouns: None Stated

Word Count: 2098

Warnings: Death?, Fire, Severe Burning, CPR (Not all really warnings, but it's little harsh)

Summary: Peter works hard saving you and the citizens of New York, but only you can help save him at his worst.

You sat on the couch, your knee anxiously bouncing up and down. You had turned off the TV a long time ago. You couldn’t watch it anymore. The terror, the horror, you couldn’t watch any more of it.

Peter had sent a text hours ago, it had said how bad it was getting, but that was hours ago and the battle had only gotten worse. A fire had let loose across the city, putting hundreds in danger and villains were using the smoke as a distraction to steal expensive destructive equipment.

You had Peter’s bed made up, his bathroom ready, and a first aid kit next to you. Everything was ready. This battle was a tough one. It kept getting worse and worse. Giving Peter or anyone no time to recover.

Peter repeatedly had to swing into the fire, pulling out more and more people. Some alive, some barely hanging on. You had never seen him so fast. He went in just as quickly as he came out. He created webs so people could swing themselves to safety as he couldn’t save all of them. You knew that was killing him inside, not being able to save everyone and it was clear.

As explosions went off there were moments where the reporters showed him just staring into the flame, hesitantly deciding if he wanted to go in again. His body would luge forward, but then he would step back. You could see him thinking, wondering if it was worth it. At moments it looked like he would turn around. You hated how you hoped that he would turn around. Turn around, and come back to you, but a scream would pull him back into the chaos.

.News channels were either sympathetic towards him or criticizing him, as if any of them would want to dive head first into the flames as a 17 year old. That was when you decided silence was better than hearing them mock your boyfriend.

The fire was controlled two hours ago. Two hours ago the fight was deemed over, but Peter hadn’t come back to the apartment yet. This usually didn’t happen, but at the moment you didn’t care that he was late. You just wanted him to come back in one piece.

It was just you and the steady tick of the clock. Waiting for a certain noise that you prayed would sound.

And then it did.

You heard something rest heavy against the door. Quickly getting up you ran and gently opened the door to see Peter resting on the doorframe. Pale, he was out of breath and reeked of smoke. Clutched in his arms was his suit. His exposed skin was charred, and black, speckled with blood. Peter’s eyes were tightly shut, his jaw was clenched, almost as if he was holding in a scream. You gently pulled him into the apartment and locked the door. You helped hold him up and walk him to the couch where he lay down. With eyes still closed, you placed a shaky hand on his chest. It raised, the fell and a steady rhythm, making you sigh of relief.

“Peter?” You whispered, slowly pulling the dirty suit from his burned arms. You brushed his bloodied hair from his face. When Peter was sleeping he looked like the epitome of peace. With his eyes closed now he just looked like a body. This didn’t feel like Peter. Peter who helped you with chemistry homework. Peter, whose laugh was sweet, and his lips pink. This wasn’t Peter.

You bent down to whisper in his ear, “Peter, I need you to make a sound. Can you say my name for me? Or grumble or cough, you know I’m not picky. I just need to hear you.”

You expected a “Hi” or a cough. A groan or a chuckle, but he didn’t make a sound. The silence was so, so loud.

“Peter, baby, please.” You heard your voice crack. You had unbuttoned his shirt and the wounds were horrendous. You didn’t know what to do and slowly your heart beat was rising.

“Peter, if you don’t say anything, I'm going to have to call the police. I can’t- ; If you’re unconscious I won’t know if I’m hurting you. I need you to say something. Say something for me.”

He continued to lie there, his breathing was consistent, but not a sound left his lips. You felt your tears begin to fall from your eyes and placing a hand on your chest, you tried to calm your breathing. This had never happened before. He always responded. Getting up you tried to get to his room, but you swayed, blinded from your tears.

Stumbling you reached his room. You dug through his emergency backpack and pulled out a black phone. Going back to the living room, you went back to Peter. You held his hand and dialed the emergency contact.

The phone rang and you prayed for it to connect. Peter’s hand didn’t even feel warm anymore.

Finally you heard a click.

“Hello?”

“Umm, is this Mr. Stark, I mean, Tony. Tony Stark.”

“Who is this? Where did you get this phone? You’re tracked by this phone. I want you to understand that.”

“I don’t care, I just need help. Peter made it home, but he’s not responding. He’s hurt really bad-”

“We all are. I said this phone is for emergencies only. Just call his aunt and an ambulance. Goodbye.”

“Wait, he’s not breathing.” You say in shock.

“What?”

You drop the phone and look at the sudden stop of the rise and fall of his chest. He was still. Your boyfriend was still. Unmoving, not breathing. Just a bloody, burned body on an old, battered couch.

Interlocking your hands you start to do CPR, but you couldn’t remember the beat. A million thoughts went through your head. Every laugh, every joke, every word Peter had ever said to you ran circles around your head. If you didn’t do something, he would be gone and it would be your fault. Your boyfriend would be dead. Peter Parker would be dead and it would be all your fault.

All the information you had learned from health class was gone, except one thing.

In a desperate shout, you called out to your phone, “Hey Siri, play Staying Alive!”

The room lit up with music and once you heard the beat begin to play your press down on his chest. You follow the beat, making sure not to press too deep or speed up.After a minute you pressed his nose and breathed into his mouth. Sweat began to form on your forehead. In the back of your mind you knew you needed to call someone, but you couldn’t focus on saving Peter and calling someone at the same time.

“Peter, come on, breathe for me.” You yell.

Drops of sweat fell on his exposed chest, you grunted with each compression, but to no avail. You knew you couldn't stop. If you stopped that would be it, although what if you were doing it wrong. You were about to give up and call someone. While you pressed into his chest all thoughts of death left your mind, but they quickly returned. Every doubt you had returned.

“I’m sorry. Baby, don’t punish me. Forgive me and breathe! Don’t do this to me!”

Suddenly you heard a crash come through the window.

You looked up from Peter’s face. “IronMan?”

In front of you was the famous red and gold suit. The cool night air flowed in from the broken window. The curtains fluttered, creating a scenic background for the superhero. The suit opened to reveal a pale, middle aged man who was also in torn clothes. He was covered in bandages, professionally wrapped.

He spoke frantically “The ambulance is on the way. His suit was off. I couldn’t tell that he wasn’t breathing correctly. I didn’t know.”

As much as you wanted to marvel at how billionaire Tony Stark was in front of you, you continued to press Peter’s nose and blow into his mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. Peter always responds to me. I should’ve called the paramedics when he didn’t. I wasn’t thinking. ”

“Hey,” Tony moved closer to you and watched your compressions. To him they looked perfect. “You did the right thing. Just keep doing that. He isn’t going to die.” He shut off the music and whispered to himself, “It’s okay, you did the right thing.”

More tears fell from your eyes, but you didn’t stop for a second. You tried to imagine how Peter would look after this. How he would hug you and kiss all over your face. He would be so proud of you. But, none of that would happen if he died.

So, you continued to try. You stubbornly tried to save his life. It was in your hands and you would be damned if you let it slip out. With new inspiration, you did your compressions. You didn’t even stop when men bursted through the door. You were so persistent Tony had to guide your hands off Peter’s chest so a professional could start doing them as they took him away.

You didn’t even realize that you hadn’t stopped doing compressions. You pressed down, at a steady beat on the wood of the living room floor. Your breath slowed and you stopped. It was over.

You finally collapsed as they left the apartment. You felt your heart rip in two and fall out your chest. Head in your hands you sobbed. No matter how hard you shut your eyes you could see Peter laying in front of you. It was like everything that kept you sane enough to work had left and now you were left to pick up the pieces of yourself.

Tony laid a gentle hand on your back. Now that Peter was being sent to the hospital, he didn’t know what to do. He had never met you before, but the way you laid on the floor and cried told him you two were close. Then he remembered what Peter had been mumbling while they saved people from the fire.

“Are you Y/N?” Tony quietly asked.

You nodded, still crying on the floor.

“You know he kept talking about you.”

“What?” You looked up from your hands.

He looked out the window that he had flown through. The glass shards littered the floor.

“I made him that suit. I made it myself and in it are audio sensors. They turn on whenever he says certain phrases that indicate he might be in danger. Like, help, but whenever he talks in it I hear him. Don’t tell him that, though. Mainly I just let the sensors turn on and then I listen to him. It’s just in fights like this one, where it’s easy for me to lose him, I just keep them on. You know Peter. He likes saving the day and he won’t let me keep him on a leash.”

“ I heard him mumbling your name. Of course I didn’t know who you were at the time and honestly I didn’t pay much attention to it. He just kept saying ‘Think of Y/N.’ I thought it was a song.” Tony turned to you. “But, it was you.”

You didn’t reply to him. You just felt worse. There was no way of knowing if Peter was saying the phrase to keep running into the flames to make you proud or to keep him from putting himself in too much danger.

Tony noticed the conflict in your mind. “You realized you saved him, right? You knew what to do. You stayed calmed. A lot of people can’t do that.”

You rested your head on the couch.

“If Peter saw what you did to save him he would be amazed. You saved his life.”

You released a deep sigh, “This day sucked.”

Tony laughed and patted your shoulder. “Yeah, I guess today did suck. It really sucked.”

“Yeah,” You turned to face him. “Is it true you don’t give out hugs?”

“Yes.”

“Oh,” You frowned, wiping the last tears from your face.

He sighed and wrapped his arms around in a quick and short hug. “I’m only doing this because you saved the kid. Now get up.”

Tony helped you to your feet.

“Why? What are we doing?” You ask.

“This fight isn’t over. We have to get to the hospital and explain to May why it’s midnight and her nephew almost died. Plus who saved him.”

Summary: First, thank you all so much for 100 followers! Second, HAPPY HALLOWEEN! This is my favorite holiday and I truly didn't think I would reach 100 so quickly especially since I haven't posted in awhile. So, enjoy this post! This doesn't mean I've officially come back from break or anything but I finally had some free time so I wanted post this. Feel free to message me with any requests and I can send my rules. And I know the "Stayin Alive" thing was cheesy, but I liked it lol. If you're going Trick-or-Treating be safe and have fun! Please like and follow if you enjoyed <3 Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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Ruined pt. 2 📱 César x Reader (Friends)

First Part: Ruined 📱César x Reader (Enemies to Friends)

Request: None

Pronouns: None stated, but involves you wearing a dress

Word Count: 1306

Warnings: Guns, Blood, Death Mention, Murder

It was done.

You sat at a empty table in Ruby’s backyard. All around you, people laughed and danced. All around you was happiness. The quinceañera was in full swing and it was a beautiful night. The decorations were beautiful, the ceremony was beautiful and Olivia looked gorgeous in her dress. Even you had to admit Ruby had done an amazing job with the planning, it was perfect, but still all you could feel was loneliness.

César sent the text days ago. Latrelle was dead and in all that time from then, to now it seemed like crying was impossible. You didn’t know how to feel. Relieved? Sad? It was all a blur. The man you had loved was gone and now you were at a party with his murderer.

You were surprised you had enough strength to stay. Especially after how awkward it was to talk to Olivia, Ruby, Monse, and Jamal again.

At the rehearsal, Olivia could tell something was on your mind. She had even said it was okay if you didn’t come, but you resisted. It was her day. You wanted it to be her day. A day of fun and celebration an it was, but still you couldn’t help but feel empty inside.

So, after going to the church ceremony you chose a table in the back of the backyard to make sure no one noticed how uninterested you looked. But, still somehow César found a way to get to you.

He sat down next to you, “Hey”

You mustered up enough courage to reply, “Hey”

“Are you okay?” He asked. You took a deep breath.

“Yeah, where’s Olivia?”

“Ruby took her inside the house for her last present.”

“That’s good. I’m glad she’s enjoying her quinceañera.”

“Yeah,” He turned to you, “She is.”

Looking at his eyes you thought that maybe your frown would disappear, but it didn’t. You still felt nothing. Nothing at all.

“Are you thinking of him?” César whispered.

You look down at your lap, at the glittery purple fabric of your dress. “I’m always thinking of him. You did it quickly, right? Was he scared?”

Your breath sped up thinking about the murder. What if he called out for you? What if he cried? If he had called out for you in his final moments you realize that would be enough to make you cry. That would be enough to make you throw up and run as far away as you could.

“He didn’t feel any pain. I promised.” César said, gently taking your hand. “Everything’s okay, Y/N. It’s over now. We’re all safe and he’s in a better place now. He doesn’t have to fake any more.”

You looked at his eyes and calmed down.

“Come on, let’s get you a drink.”

You nodded and allowed César to guide you from your table in the back to where the drinks were. The music was loud and the energy in the area was full of excitement. A fast paced song was playing and everyone was dancing. You notice your mood beginning to perk up a bit. Every person there probably had problems they needed to deal with, but they were still dancing. You decided that you wanted to dance too.

Suddenly Olivia ran out of the back door with Ruby right behind her.

“Guys look!” Olivia shouted.

You, César and Monse ran to Olivia, where she was tightly holding a cell phone.

“It’s my parents! Say hi!”

Everyone began to crowd around Olivia, shouting “Hello’s” and “We miss you's ” to the phone which was on a facetime call with her parents. You felt César press up behind you trying to get a view of the phone. Looking back at him you smiled. Not because he was behind you in a romantic way, but because you felt a bit more comfortable being near him.

You stepped out from in front of him, moving behind him so he could take your spot. You took a deep breath, trying to remember that moment. Olivia was happy. Everyone was happy and you felt good. Not completely happy, but at this moment you felt content.

Turning away from the crowd at the center of the dance floor, you grin to yourself and look at the strange shadow entering the open gate. You squint your eyes at the person standing at the entrance.

Then a loud shot breaks the air.

Everything stops. The music stops, the noise stops and everyone bends down, except you.

You were the only one standing. You see Latrelle standing a few feet in front of you in horror. His mouth was hanging open, tears brimming his eyes. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t. Smoke was lifting off the gun he was holding. He almost dropped it in shock. He can only stare at you.

“Y/N! Are you okay, get down!” Ruby shouts.

You felt like you were in a trance. You turned slowly to face Ruby on the floor behind you, revealing to the crowd the blood seeping through your dress. Your eyes wide. Breath slowly going in and out. Then you fall to the ground on your back with a large thud.

Latrelle turns and runs back out the gate. People surround you, somewhere someone is yelling. Your hand instantly goes to where the bullet entered and when you remove your hand you see that it’s bright red.

Your vision was foggy, the world was swirling, then you felt the pain.

Screaming, you begin to cry. Ruby’s mom, Geny, pushes through the crowd and reaches you. She holds your right hand.

“Mija an ambulance is coming. I’m here. I’m here. It’s going to be okay.”

You can feel the blood pool out of you. The pain was overwhelming; it felt like you were drowning in it.

“Breathe mija! Breathe! Everyone back up! Please God, keep them alive!”

You tried to focus on breathing, but it was hard. A million thoughts were rushing through your head. Latrelle had shot you. Everything hurt so bad. There was so much noise. People were running to their cars. Children were crying, afraid of the loud noise.

You could hear the ambulance siren get closer, but you felt so tired. You just wanted to close your eyes. You wanted to pretend this wasn’t happening.

“No, no keep your eyes open.” Olivia yelled. She was now next to you, holding your other hand.

César was right beside her.

Tears began to fall from your eyes. You squeezed both Geny’s, and Olivia’s hand. Opening your mouth to say, “I don’t want to die.”

“You’re not going to, we’re not letting you. Just wait a little longer. The ambulance is almost here. Just wait a little longer.” Geny whispered. She rubbed your cheek, wiping away the tears.

You now noticed that César had been putting pressure on your wound. Trying desperately to stop the bleeding. Quietly cursing at himself.

“Who could have done this!” Someone shouts.

You feel more blood leak out of you.

“Olivia,” You whisper.

“I’m here. I’m here. Don’t talk, just focus on breathing.”

You slowly remove you hand from hers and lift your finger to point at Ruby staring at you. He was crying, he looked so scared. In a way you knew if Ruby was scared you should be scared.

“Tell Ruby to close his eyes and turn around. I don’t want him to watch me die. He’s like me. I can’t, I don’t want him to- ”

“Shh, I told you you’re not dying. Stop talking” She whispered. “Ruby, turn around!” Turn around!”

Ruby turned and ran inside the house.

Geny continued to baby you. Saying it would be okay. Wiping the tears and sweat from your face.

Slowly your eyes began to close, you were just so so tired.

You could only mumble out to Cesar, “You said everything is okay.” and “I’m sorry” to Olivia before feeling your eyes close.

And the last thing you hear are footsteps, and more screaming.

Author’s Note: Okay this is sorta bad but I really want to get this posted so I won’t be explaining my absence yet and this will not be a long author’s note like usual. Follow my twitter for updates @/thepage150 REQUESTS ARE OPEN so please leave a request! [no smut/no real people (ex. Harry Styles, Dream)/ no age up’s] and If you enjoyed this please like and follow for more. Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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Taking A Break

Hello everyone. I just wanted to let you all know that I will be taking a break for a while. Definitely not forever, but maybe a few weeks. My personal life has caused me to be extremely stressed and it’s become hard to find time to come up with prompts or write. I am taking this time off to try to get my life back on track. To @stoprightthereumeanie I have not forgotten about your request and I’m sorry for taking so long to write it. I might post some more unedited snippets just to keep the account alive, but nothing more than that as of now. I love you all and be ready for more content when I feel better! To keep up with me you can follow my twitter @thepage150. Have a wonderful day ~c’k

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Stunning (Unedited Snippet) Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: NONE BUT REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Y/N - Your Name L/N - Last Name

Each morning he tells me I look beautiful

You knew you didn’t belong there. You weren’t the chosen one like Harry. You weren’t born into it like Ron. You were just Y/N L/N and one day you got a letter and were thrown into madness. Ever since your first day you weren’t really guided. You felt alone, terrified. It was unimaginable and it got worst being put in with slytherins.

They knew who they were. At that moment you didn't.

But, then there was Draco. You couldn’t deny that he was mean, but he guided you. You had went from being a nobody (honestly from being an embarrassment) to being Draco second-in-command and in only a few months.

He was harsh and critical, but he taught you. Soon all his snaps and sharp remarks turned into nods of encouragement. He was proud of you and that’s all you needed.

You were a slytherin now. You were a student.

Draco praised you one sunny afternoon on how smart you are and then you realized ‘yeah, I am smart’. Now, being smart became a part of your daily mantra.

One time Draco walked in on you crying in the study room after your date had abandoned you. Your dress was now wrinkled from your position behind the couch. Your breathing pattern was ruined. It felt like you were drowning. Everyone had seen you standing outside, waiting. Hours, and hours, of you hoping they would show.

You continued to sob until you felt a gentle hand rest on your back.

“Y/N?”

You looked up, trembling still, but gazing into his blueish gray eyes you caught your racing breath.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You wiped your tears and tried to stand up. Covering your body with your hands.

You sniffed, “It’s nothing. I should go.”

Turning to leave Draco had pulled you slowly back to the ground.

“I know I lie when I hear one. Pansy saw you run in here. She told me. Whoever your date was doesn’t deserve you anyways. They’re a fool.”

Leaning into him more you felt his arm wrap around you. You could smell the expensive name brand cologne he wore. You had worn your favorite perfume.

With tears still streaming down your face you had whispered, “They all saw me. I put on all this and waited for them. I stood there for two hours! How pathetic is that? I feel so embarrassed.”

“It’s not pathetic. They told you they would come and they didn’t. You have nothing to be embarrassed about and if anyone thinks you do allow me to handle it.”

Lifting your chin slightly he whispered, “And I think you look stunning in all that and I would think you look beautiful in that as well, in anything. You are beautiful. You are stunning and intelligent and more and since they weren’t here to tell you that tonight I’ll tell you it everyday.”

Draco hugged you and you hugged him tighter. The tears had stopped. In its spot was the warmest feeling that spawned in your heart and spreaded over you.

Ever since that day he kept his promise. The two of you weren’t known as a couple. Honestly you yourself didn’t know what to call whatever the thing between you and Draco was. All you knew was each day Draco called you beautiful and in secret you shared hugs and quick kisses. That had before meant nothing more than a sign of excitement.

A clap of thunder brought you out of your thoughts. Turning your head you saw a streak of lightning strike against the dark sky. A sticky note that had been placed the day Draco disappeared fell off the mirror. Sitting on the floor it read “I am beautiful.”

A/N: If you follow my twitter @/thepage150 you would know that last week I unfortunately got very sick. I wasn’t able to work on anything so that’s why there was no post last week. This week I’ve been very busy and wasn’t able to edit the imagine that would be coming out this week. I still wanted to post something so here is an unedited snippet of a piece I'm working on. Please forgive me for all the grammar mistakes and if it’s bad lol. I still don’t know if I’ll continue it, but I'll look at the feedback and maybe I'll finish it. Follow my twitter for updates @/thepage150 and please like and follow! Requests are OPEN! Have a wonderful day ~c’k

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Not A Friend - (Sister to Oscar "Spooky" and César Díaz)

Request: "i was wondering if u could do a fic where oscar and cesar have a teen sister and she’s sexually assaulted and tells oscar??"

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3181

Warnings: Sexual Assault, Guns, Cursing

A/N: I usually don't do a author's note before the imagine, but this is a sensitive topic so if this might be triggering please click away.

Y/N - Your Name f/c - favorite color

Y/N sat quietly in her room, reading a book, illuminated by a white lamp sitting on her dresser.

Outside her brother, Oscar laughed with some men and her other brother, César had left a while ago on another adventure with his friends, leaving Y/N by herself in her room. Placing the book down, she moved the curtains away from her window. She looked at the gathering of Santos socializing in the backyard. Red solo cups in hand, dancing and eating. She remembered how Oscar had let her help decorate the backyard for the party only to be later excluded from it. Looking at him laughing with a with his arm around someone she betted that he had forgotten that she was inside.

She had gotten used to being forgotten and treated differently by people. Ever since she was born her brothers didn’t know what to do with her. Oscar had never expected to have to raise a brother by himself and especially not a sister. Even though she was only a year younger than César, Oscar's idea of keeping her safe was keeping her hidden.

She was only allowed to go straight to school then straight home, never alone either. If César or Monse weren’t going to a place neither was Y/N and that’s how it always was. She was especially not allowed to hang out with any of Oscar's friends, making life extremely lonely.

Glancing at a photo that was taped next to the window, she smiled at herself situated between Jasmine and Monse with Jamal, Ruby and César in the back. César’s friends were nice, but they were his friends not hers. He was the one invited to all their parties. He was the one they had tried to save, not her.

This left school to be the only place Y/N could socialize, but no one wanted to be friends with a girl from a gang. She was labeled dangerous before anything else, leaving her by herself. Always forgotten, and always alone.

That night she went to sleep feeling sorry for herself and woke up the same way. It continued the next few days until one day when while sitting in her algebra class, a new student was introduced. He was placed next to her and, ignoring the strange looks the class gave to him, he introduced himself.

“I’m Luke. Can I sit here?”

Y/N looked up at the blond haired boy. Her table partner had moved schools a few months ago and no one bothered to sit with her since. He looked nice, he had a nice smile and it made her want to lower her guard slightly, “Yeah, you can sit here.”

Luke sat next to her and immediately tried to start a conversation. He talked about how he moved from Florida. She noticed, as they talked more, how similar they were. They both had interesting families. He had two brothers, she had two brothers and they both lived near each other.

Y/N found herself laughing more than usual at his jokes. This led to the teacher having to stop class multiple times to scold them. Y/N never had a connection to someone like this, especially not on the first day. At lunch Luke went to sit with with her and -

“Who’s this?” César asked, suddenly sitting down at the lunch table next to his sister and wrapping an arm around her. Jamal, Ruby, and Monse also sat down. The table that previously consisted of two people quickly turned to six. Other kids nearby, eyed the two “dangerous” siblings sitting together.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the unexpected attention that was now forming. “This is Luke, he’s new.”

“Lukeee,” César trailed, “I’m Y/N’s older brother-”

“By a few months,” Y/N butted in.

“Whatever, I’m César, these are my friends Jamal, Ruby and my girl Monse.”

Monse laughed, “I’m not your girl.”

“Not yet,” César winked.

Y/N sighed and threw César’s arm off her. She turned to Elliot and apologized.

“Sorry for them.”

“No they’re cool,” Luke grinned. “Any friend of mine is my friend as well.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows, “We’re friends now? It’s only been a day.”

“Of course, you’re cool.”

With the compliment Y/N cheeks turned red. As childish as it was, having an established friendship with someone made her feel nice.

“This must be how César and Oscar feel all the time.” She thought.

“I don’t know if Oscar will like you having a friend that is a boy.” Ruby remarked. “No offense, Luke.”

“None taken.”

“Oscar doesn’t like anyone anyways.” Monse muttered, taking a bite into her sandwich.

“Don’t worry” Luke smiled, “I’m one of the good guys.”

“That’s what they all say,” Jamal said suspiciously. He leaned in close to Luke’s face and gave him some crazy faces.

“Okay, great talk guys,” Y/N said sarcastically, “I would love to chat with you more but lunch is about to end and I have to show Luke where his next class is. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah I have to go, but it was nice meeting you guys.” Luke stated, before he was dragged away by Y/N.

The next few weeks Y/N spent all her time with Luke. He sat next to her in the classes they shared, they talked at lunch and while walking home after school. They even stayed up at night so they could talk on the phone. She found herself smiling every time he talked to her. Every time he offered to carry her books. He was just so nice.

One Friday afternoon, Luke came running up to Y/N, putting her items in her backpack after her last class. He put his hands around her eyes, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Guess who?”

“Mrs. Kurt, I told you we can't see each other here.” Y/N whispered.

Luke removed his hands and his face went white. Y/N turned around and started crying with laughter. She had to sit down, her face turning bright red as she continued to laugh, gasping for air.

“I don’t even want to think about you dating my mom.” He trembled, before returning to his cheerful self. “Stop laughing, I have important news. There’s a party tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me.”

Y/N stopped laughing and thought about it before responding. “I don’t know. I don’t think Oscar would want me to. You know how he is about stuff like that.”

Luke smiled and picked her backpack off the floor. He then put out his hand and helped Y/N to her feet.

“Which is why César and his friends already said they are coming too. Oscar doesn’t have to know you're going as my date.”

“Your date?”

“If you want to be. I want you to be my date.”

Y/N smiled, a pink blush covering her cheeks. “I can be your date.”

“Great,” He took her hand and began to lead her out of the classroom. “It’s going to be amazing, don't worry.”

That night Y/N drank water out of a red solo cup, while sitting on the couch of a kid she had never met before. This time she was the one laughing and partying. Colors flashed around the room as more and more kids came into the house. The air was foggy with smoke and smelt like a mash of perfumes and colognes. Y/N nodded her head to the music enjoying the energy in the room.

To her surprise Luke pulled her up to dance with him. She giggled feeling his hands go around her waist. She put her arms around his neck just like she saw in the movies. Rap was blasting out of speakers placed on the ground. Somewhere someone joked about getting a noise compliment to which the crowd began shouting the rap lyrics louder. Taunting the idea, almost hoping for it so the party could gain extra excitement. Y/N shouted along with them in bliss. Ignoring the past fear she had felt once she noticed César had left. Ignoring the looks she had gotten when she first walked in the party. Ignoring how Luke had moved his hands past the dip in her back...

When she felt his hands squeeze her butt she whispered for him to stop which he did, but she still felt weird. A sinking feeling sat in her gut that this was a mistake. Suddenly the small action made the party feel like too much now. She could smell the stink of alcohol on Luke’s breath and weirdly on herself as well. How did she get drunk?

Y/N moved from Luke to where she had placed her cup. Now she could see scribbled on with a black sharpie, someone else’s name. She must have grabbed the wrong cup sometime during the party. Swaying slightly, she moved back toward Luke.

“I need to go home,” She hiccuped. “I drank someone's drink.”

In the darkness she didn’t see Luke’s small smile. “Wow, I’m sorry. Let’s get you home.”

The two exited the party and began to walk home. Y/N felt more tipsy as she walked, eventually having to lean on the blond boy. She didn’t feel really drunk, she could still tell what was happening, it was just her body felt a little out of balance. Luke seemed the same way, but before they reached Y/N house he grabbed her hips. The sudden movement left her in shock.

“You looked really nice tonight, babe.” He said, pulling her into a kiss as he ran his hands on her back, slowly moving lower onto her butt, then up to her breasts.

Immediately Y/N pushed Luke off of her, moving to wrap her arms around herself. “What the hell? I’m a Santo, pull that shit again and it's over” She yelled, backing away from Luke.

“Like you would, I’m the only one who cares enough to pay attention to you. Do you really think anyone else wants to be around you? I’ll do whatever I want. You would be an idiot to lose me.” He fumed.

Y/N froze. Luke had never acted like that before. He couldn’t truly mean what he was saying. She ran into her house and locked the door behind her. She waited a few minutes to check that he had left, which he did.

After her shower she convinced herself that Luke must have been really drunk. That’s why he acted that way, but on Monday he proved that that was not the case.

At the beginning of algebra it started off okay. Luke kept his eyes on the board and focused on his work. It was okay up to the point where he started rubbing on Y/N's leg. She told him to stop but he ignored her. First rubbing small circles on her knee. Then moving up to her thigh moving closer and closer upwards. No matter how many times she moved his hand he kept putting it back. Eventually she had to stay quiet out of fear of distracting the class, but he kept going. She begged silently for it to stop. Suddenly feeling powerless as he continued to do as he pleased for more days.

At lunch even though Luke continued to joke with César she started to go silent. It was a constant internal battle. If she pushed Luke away more, it would cause her to lose her only friend. If she didn’t she would continue to feel uncomfortable. She told herself it would stop eventually, that things would go back to normal, but they didn’t.

As more days went by Luke tried to do more things. The more he tried to do the quieter Y/N got. But luckily César began to notice. He noticed that Y/N wanted him to sit between her and Luke more. How she stopped laughing at his jokes and how Luke changed his tone when talking to her. It wasn’t always playful like it used to be.

Even though César wasn’t really close to his sister he acknowledged that they had to look out for each other. Y/N had been the one to get Oscar to let him back in the house many times. She looked out for him, and he had to look out for her.

Which is why when César and Monse accidentally walked in on Luke kissing her in an empty classroom while she tried to push him off, he freaked out.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He shouted, pulling Luke off of her and close to his face by the collar of his shirt. “I'm Lil’ Spooky I’ll have your face in the dirt if you do that shit again.”

“César, stop what are you doing here. You’re going to hurt him.” Y/N yelled. Monse gently pulled her away from Luke, but she pushed Monse back.

César punched Luke in the eye and he fell down, crumbling into a fetal position. César continued to kick him in the stomach until Y/N pulled him away.

“You’re hurting him! You can’t do this here! César stop please!”

César turned and grabbed Y/N's arm. He led her out of the classroom and out of the school with Monse trailing after them. Y/N’s items in hand.

“I can’t believe he was on you like that. Shit, Y/N. Wait, don't cry, don’t cry, it's okay.”

Y/N hadn’t realized she was crying until he said that. Tears were falling rapidly down her cheeks. She choked back sobs, trying to keep herself somewhat together.

She was thankful for César stopping it, but afraid for what would happen next. Once they reached their house César guided her up the stairs and inside where Oscar was smoking a cigarette at the dinner table. Hearing the door burst open and crying he instantly got up. He reached for his gun, but seeing that it was his siblings he stopped.

“Shit, what the hell happened César. Why is she crying?”

“Tell him,” César said softly. Monse ran in and went to Y/N’s side pulling her into a hug.

“Tell me what. Why are you crying?”

“He 's not mad at you hermana. Él va a ayudar.”

Y/N sniffled and buried herself into Monse’s shoulder. Trying to hide her embarrassment she whispered, “My friend at school was touching me in a weird way, Oscar. He wouldn’t stop. I told him to stop, though. I did. Please, don’t be mad at me.”

“We’re not mad at you and he’s not a friend anymore, Y/N. That should’ve never happened to you.” Monse murmured.

The room went silent. Monse still slowly rubbed Y/N’s back and César stood tense. Oscar looked from César to Y/N.

“César, do you think he left school yet?”

“Uh yeah, school ended right after I pulled her out.”

“Come on,” Oscar grabbed his gun and began to walk out the door, César following after. Y/N ran after Oscar begging for him to stop.

“Don’t Oscar, don’t hurt hm. He’s my only friend. He’s a kid, it was just a mistake.”

“No no!” He shouted. Oscar turned and placed his hands on Y/N’s shoulder’s. Looking into her teary eyes.

“It’s not your fault. It’s never your fault hermana. My job is to keep you safe. I've failed at a lot of things, but I refuse to fail at that again. Get in the house and rest. He just needs to be taught a lesson. Stay with Monse. Te amo como una hija bebé espeluznante.”

He left with César, leaving Y/N on the lawn. Monse guided her back into the house. She remembered what her dad did whenever she was going through a lot. She treated Y/N the same way. Reassuring her that it will be okay. That it wasn’t her fault.

César and Oscar didn’t come back until later that night.

“We got you this,” Oscar muttered, walking into the house and tossing a stuffed bear to Y/N. “We saw the idea online.” It was a f/c bear with a heart on it that said ‘Te Quiero’ with little messages César and Oscar wrote on the back. There weren't a lot, but the few ones there were were heartfelt.

“Thank you, I love it” Y/N smiled, holding the bear close. Her eyes were still slightly red from crying.

“And pizza,” César quietly cheered. On his face was a bandage, but he moved his face so Y/N couldn’t see it. “Monse do you want to spend the night?”

Monse looked at Y/N, “Yeah I already have clothes here so I’ll stay,”

She picked up a slice of pizza. “Soo, what did you guys do?”

“We took care of it,” Oscar said, sitting on the couch next to Y/N. “He won’t mess with you again. If I didn’t have a reputation I would’ve reported it.” He lowered his voice. “You can always go to us Y/N, we’re going to protect you. If that cabrón messes with you again I’m coming for him. ”

“I know,” Y/N mumbled. “I just wanted a friend, how dumb is that.”

“You can always hang out with us,” Monse added, “We’re your friends. We love having you around.”

Y/N sighed, “I mean my own friend. I love you guys too, but it gets so lonely. No one at school wants to be near me. Soy un marginado.”

The room went silent again. Before Monse spoke up, “You know you’re really smart Y/N. There’s a school in BrentWood that might offer you a scholarship to go there. I know you could pass the entrance exam. ”

“I could get a job for the tuition,” César added, rising from his seat at the dinner table. “Oscar what do you think? You’ve been making more money lately. It would keep her safe. She is really smart.”

Oscar looked at the ceiling, a good sign that he was thinking about the idea. Y/N kept her mouth shut, trying not to get too excited.

“How would she get there?”

“It’s a long bus ride,” Monse remarked, “But it’s safe. Only a bunch of rich kids. Most of them will be nice to you, Y/N. You’re smart, you’re funny, and you’re strong. Not a lot of them are like that there. No one will know who you're related to. I can get my mom to help get you in.”

César, Monse, and Y/N looked at Oscar. He took a deep breath and released it. Pulling a cigarette out his pocket, he lit it. Breathing deep he puffed out the smoke.

“I failed you today as a hermano, if I can keep you safe I will. I’ll work on getting you there.”

Y/N smiled and hugged Oscar, feeling César join as well.

“Thank you Oscar. Thank you Cesar. Thank you Monse. I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah” Oscar grinned. “Get off me I’m going to bed. I think I’ll go to the beach tomorrow. Want to come?”

“Yes!”

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