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Could you do a peter parker x chubby goth reader please

Of course! I love this idea, I hope I did your vision justice. Thanks so much for the request!!

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Castles [Peter Parker]

Peter Parker x plus sized reader

:Mentions of body insecurities:

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” I heard a voice speak up from in front of me. I tilted my head up from reading my book to see a boy standing in front of me.

“Yeah. I moved here a few weeks ago and I liked the idea of the psychology classes that this place has.” I said softly. I didn’t trust this boy. I had been picked on at school from an early age for things like my dark clothes and taste in books, music, and movies.

“That’s cool. I’m Peter.” He said, slightly smiling at me.

“Nice to meet you.” I said, looking back down at my book, expecting him to walk away.

“Uh...what’s your name?” He asked sheepishly.

“Y/n.” I said without looking up. I flipped a page in my book and I heard him sigh. I looked up at him and was starting to get anxious.

“Do..do you want someone to eat lunch with?” He asked quietly. I furrowed my brows and instantly thought he was playing a prank on me.

“No...I’m okay. Thanks though.” I said. “You can tell your jock friends I’m just going to keep my head down this school year and they can leave me alone.”

“Jock friends?” He said.

“Yeah. There were people like you at my old school. Pick on the chubby girl, that’s easy. Pick on the girl that wears black clothes and reads weird old books, now that’s more difficult. But it can be done, and has been done. Someday when you all have brain meltdowns when you didn’t marry your high school sweetheart and aren’t a professional athlete, I’ll see you in my office.” I said, not looking up from my book. I could hear him scoff and I looked up at him.

“You just went on about being judged, but you just judged the crap out of me.” He said. “I was just trying to be nice to the new kid, but I can see you don’t want that.”

He walked away, looking back at me once before sitting down at a different lunch table. I felt a small twinge of guilt in my chest as I looked back down at my book. I sat there until the bell rang and I got up to go to my next class.

I sat down at the empty desk the teacher directed me to. Kids filed in and took seats around me, all staring and whispering. It wasn’t anything I was shocked about or hadn’t heard before. I rolled my eyes as the teacher started talking and silently took my notes. After the class, I went out to my locker to switch out books and I saw Peter, the kid who tried to be nice to me at lunch. He was leaning up against his locker, staring at a notepad. I swallowed my pride and tried to squash down my anxiety and fear of being made a spectacle of to try and apologize to this kid.

“Hey, Peter?” I said quietly. He looked up from the notepad and stared at me.

“Yeah?” He said somewhat coldly.

“I just...wanted to apologize for being the way I was earlier. I went through a lot of crap at my old school. It makes it hard for me to trust new people. I’m sorry.” I said, rubbing my arms and glancing up at him.

“It’s okay.” He said, softly smiling. “I was just trying to be nice. Trust me, I’m no jock, not popular, I’m considered one of the nerdy kids here.” He said, showing my his notepad. “Ned and I are planning on building a Lego Death Star.”

“Whoa.” I said.

“I know...dorky, right?” He said. He looked at the floor and shuffled his feet.

“No...it’s actually awesome.” I said. “I have a bunch of Lego castles.”

“Really?” He asked, looking up at me.

“Yeah. I like old castles, and my parents didn’t know what to get me for Christmas one year. I love those Lego castles.” I said.

“Are they like….vampire castles?” He asked. I held back a laugh as redness started to creep up into his cheeks.

“One of them, yes.” I said. “The other is Hogwarts, and the rest are just generic castles.” I said. “I put them in a circle and light candles and do rituals with them.” I finally let out a small laugh.

“Alright, I get it.” He said. “Do you want to get pizza with me and Ned after school?” He asked quietly.

“That...that sounds cool.” I said, slightly smiling.

I followed Peter and Ned into the pizza shop and we grabbed a table. Ned waited for the pizza as Peter and I sat by the window.

“So...how was your old school compared to this one?” Peter asked. I sipped my glass of water and chewed on an ice cube while I thought.

“Well, as far as classes go, way better. My old school was boring and the books were from twenty years ago. As far as people go, I guess it’s too early to tell, but its off to a good start. I don’t have anyone calling me swamp witch or demon vampire like they did before.” I said.

“People really called you that?” Peter asked as Ned brought over the box of pizza.

“Oh yeah. People think just because I wear a black sweater and read an old poetry book I also worship evil forces.” I said.

“Who worships evil forces?” Ned asked as he took a slice of pizza. Peter reached over and grabbed one  too. I hesitated to reach for the box.

“No one.” Peter said before taking a bite of pizza. He pushed the box towards me. I felt my insecurities rise up within me and my brain started to panic. I couldn’t eat in front of them, no way.

“I’m okay.” I said. “Not very hungry.”

“But you helped pay for it.” Ned said.

“It’s okay, you can have some pizza.” Peter said softly. I glanced at his eyes and instantly got lost. There was warmth, friendliness, and sincerity. I took a slice of pizza with a shaking hand and as I took a small bite, Peter smiled at me. I felt some sort of way looking at his smile.

A few weeks after meeting Peter for the first time, he was going to come over to my house after school to see my Lego castles. He walked into my room and put his backpack down, looking at the walls. They were decorated with oddities, taxidermy butterflies, and pictures.

“Wow.” He whispered, looking at a framed blue butterfly. “This stuff is so cool.”

“Thanks.” I said. “The castles are down...”

“Is this you?” He asked, pointing to a picture. It was me and my two friends from my old school. We had put on a lot of makeup and dresses for a school dance. I had been wearing dark red lipstick, thick winged eyeliner and a short black dress.

“Oh...yeah...that was an old picture from a school dance...I looked silly but I felt like hot stuff that night.” I laughed airily.

“You...you look good.” He said, looking over at me. I squinted at him.

“No, that was my friend Samantha, I’m the one on-” I started

“The left.” He finished. “I know.”

“Then you’re lying. Look at how bad my eyeliner is and that dress...not quite sure how I thought that fit me.”

“You look great.” He said, standing up straight and facing me. “I noticed that day we got pizza. I knew you didn’t want to eat. You don’t have to be like that around me. I think you look great...I mean, you look, like, you know...” We both blushed at his comment and he stammered his way through an apology.

“Look, this stuff that you’re into. It’s not scary to me. It’s really, really cool. And the way I see you, its not the way you see yourself. I know that first day you didn’t trust my opinions, and thought I was some lame jock that wanted to tease you about everything. But I hope you can see what I see now.” He whispered, reaching out and holding my hand. I shuddered as I inhaled and tried to keep myself calm. I had never had anyone tell me nice things like this, ever.

“Peter...I...I don’t know what to say.” I whispered, feeling myself get overwhelmed.

“You don’t have to say anything yet, just let me in and let me try to convince you to see what I’ve seen over the past few weeks.” He said, pulling me into a tight hug. I nodded into his chest and just breathed in his scent. Everything about him radiated warmth and comfort.

“Now...I still want to see those Lego castles.” He said, smiling. I smiled back at him and pulled him downstairs.

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To The Races Part 2 -Tommy Shelby-

I just felt a need to make a second part to this, to kind of wrap up this little thought I had.  Tommy Shelby x Fem Reader

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Part One

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I had been working for Tommy for a few months, taking care of his horses while watching over my pony he took in from my father. My family heavily disapproved of me working for the Shelbys, insisting they were rotten people and I was going to get them in a load of trouble. I moved out into a small place of my own, since Tommy was paying me very well. Tommy had also been taking me to the races more often, and after some time, took me to a horse auction.

“See that one there?” I said, pointing to a lanky dark bay horse. Tommy looked up, putting a cigarette between his lips. He nodded in response.

“If you put some weight on him, he’d be wonderful. See how his back is short? That means he’s a smooth ride. He’s got nice straight legs on him too. He just needs fed properly.” I said. Tommy looked over the horse as we walked closer. The bay looked at us, his big brown eyes scanning the two of us. Tommy finished his cigarette and put it out on the cobblestone floor of the auction barn.

“How old is he?” I asked the man holding the thin horse.

“Bout to be three. He’s not our farm’s best, there’s a colt a few behind that looks better...” The man started but Tommy waved him off. Tommy picked up the horse’s front leg and inspected his foot.

“I’ll buy him before he hits the auction floor.” Tommy said, reaching into his coat. “How much?”

“Well, sir, I do recommend the other colt...” The older man started, wiping sweat off of his forehead.

“I don’t want the other colt, I like this one.” Tommy said. “Two hundred pounds?”

“Oh, Mr. Shelby, I won’t take more than a hundred for this one.” The old man said. Tommy handed over the money and I took the rope from him, guiding the tall bay to the transport truck we had brought.

“You really have faith in this one?” I said as I loaded him. He was so quiet.

“He’s so calm. That colt he wanted to sell us was dancing all over the place. I want this one to be yours.” Tommy said as we climbed in the front seat. I was taken back.

“Tommy, he’ll be yours, into the training program.” I said.

“You can’t ride that old pony forever.” Tommy said as he started the engine. We silently left the auction yard.

“Thank you so much, Tommy. I owe you everything.” I said.

“You can repay me by marrying me.” Tommy said, keeping his eyes forward on the road. “Consider the bay a wedding gift.”

“Tommy...I...I...” I stammered, looking over at him, feeling tears in my eyes. Of course my feelings for Tommy had grown in the months working for him, and I had become more comfortable and accepted by his family.

“I haven’t met anyone that shares my love for horses as much as you do. You want to build a whole branch of the Shelby empire on the track, which is great for my business. You have to admit, we work together very well as a team. It makes the most sense that you stop being my hired stable hand and become my beautiful wife.” He said, finally glancing over at me as a huge smile formed on my face.

“Tommy, of course I’ll marry you.” I said, leaning over and kissing his cheek. The corners of his mouth barely turned into a smile, but to me that meant the world. I felt one of my tears slip and roll down my cheek. I smiled out the window as Tommy and I pulled the truck into the stables and I hopped out quickly to unload the horse. Tommy followed me slowly, watching my interactions as I stroked his neck and spoke softly to him.

“Have you picked a name yet?” Tommy asked, lighting a cigarette. I looked at Tommy, and back up at the horse, and back to Tommy.

“I like Sonny.” I said.

“Than Sonny it is.” Tommy said. I took him to a stall next to Toby, who lifted his head above the door to sniff at the newcomer.

“You’ll always be my first love, Toby.” I said, ruffling the mane of the pony over the door. Tommy walked up behind me and put his arms around me.

“We’ll build a name for ourselves at the track, just you and me. Not Shelby Company, just Tommy and Y/n Shelby.” He whispered.

“I’d like that very much.” I said.

“How about we go to the Garrison and celebrate? I told the family what I was planning today, so they’re already there.”

“Of course.” I said. We got into Tommy’s car and went straight to the bar.

We were greeted with shouts and a huge hug from an already drunk Arthur.

“He finally did it! Ol’ stone-faced Tom finally found himself a woman!” Arthur said, ruffling Tom’s hair and pulling me into a tight embrace.

“Welcome to the family.” John said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

Polly smiled and handed me a drink, raising her glass to me and Tom. Tommy actually had a smile on his face, looking over his family and fellow Blinders.

“To Tommy and Y/n!” John shouted. Everyone raised their glasses and Tom and I looked at each other. I fell so deep into the blue eyes I had been met with on the day my father was going to shoot my pony, and I couldn’t believe those eyes were going to be with me for the rest of my life.

Our wedding night was very similar to the night at the Garrison, but with more dancing. Arthur and John barely let me sit down, and just when I got to take a breather, Ada pulled me up for the next dance. Every now and then, I’d glance at Tom, who was smoking with Polly, and my heart would skip a beat. As the evening was winding down, Tom pulled me close to dance with him.

“I think you’ve danced with my brothers more than me tonight.” He joked.

“They wouldn’t let me sit down.” I giggled.

“I love you.” Tommy whispered.

“I love you too, Tommy.” I said. We danced slowly next to the fire, until everyone had gone to bed or passed out on the lawn. Tommy and I went back into what was now our home, and almost immediately fell asleep.

“Easy, Sonny.” I said, pulling the handsome bay up as we rode near a small creek. I stopped and let him get a drink, taking in the cool breeze and closing my eyes in the warmth of the sun. I pulled the horse’s head in the direction of the house and rode up as I saw John pull up in his car. I dismounted the horse and saw Polly as she got out of the passenger seat, smiling.

“Feeling alright dear?” She asked as I wiped sweat off of my forehead. I nodded and John got out of the car, carrying a box.

“He should be home within the hour. Just take this to the stable then?” John said. I nodded, smiling.

“Thank you both for coming to be here for this.” I said. “I’m worried how Tommy will take it.”

“He’ll be fine dear.” Polly said. “Let’s get this horse put away.” We followed John in the direction of the stable and I slid the saddle off of Sonny’s back. John had set the box he was carrying in front of Toby’s stall. The old pony was currently out to pasture, but I called him up when I turned Sonny out.

Toby trotted up gently, and I put a rope around his head and lead him towards the barn. John was smoking a cigarette, far away from the barn, and yelled to Polly and I that Tommy was home.

“Tom!” We heard John yell. If we didn’t let Tommy know where we were, he would have just gone in the house and started drinking whiskey. Polly and I stood with the pony, my heart racing a million miles a minute. Tommy strolled across the lawn with his brother and looked and Polly and I quizzically.

“What’s all this? Why do you have the pony?” Tommy asked.

“I bought something for him, it’s in that box. Can you take it out for me? I’d like to try it on him.” I said nervously. Tommy walked over and opened the box and pulled out a small child sized saddle. He looked from the saddle to me. I smiled bashfully, unaware of how he was going to react to the news, if he was even putting it together at all. Tommy glanced at Polly, who nodded, and then put the saddle down and hugged me.

“Are you…really...” He whispered in my ear. I nodded into his chest, and he gripped me tighter. Polly took the pony and put him back in the pasture. Tommy kept his arm firmly around me as we walked back up to the house. John called the rest of the family to come over for a celebratory dinner.

After dinner, the family was getting ready to head home for the night and Tommy and I were left in the sitting room on the couch together.

“This is real, isn’t it?” Tommy said, resting a hand on my stomach.

“Yes. I’m nervous, Tom.” I said. He shifted his gaze to look at me, and in those eyes, I felt peace.

“You’ll do wonderful, love.” He said.

“Finding out about this baby has really made me think Tommy. If it weren’t for you, not only would I not be Mrs. Shelby, but I wouldn’t still have my childhood pony to teach my child to ride on.” I said, tears slipping down my face. Tommy reached up and wiped them away.

“That pony was the best fifty pounds I’ve ever spent.” Tommy said, kissing me softly.

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To The Races -Tommy Shelby-

Here’s a little quick something for my favorite Blinder boy.  I didn’t really get a chance to proofread it, so I apologize for any grammatical errors!

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“Please! Please don’t do this.” I begged my father as he lead my chestnut pony out of the stables. The pony had a limp in his back end. “He’ll get better, I swear, I’ve seen this before!” I felt hot tears streaming down my face as I tried to grab his arm and take the lead rope out of his hand.

“You heard the vet, he’s not going to get better.” My father said gruffly, pushing me away.

“No! Please, let me take him home! I know he’ll get better.” I said, falling to my knees in the middle of the street in Small Heath. My father had brought my pony to see a vet here.

“Is there a problem here?” I heard a gravelly voice from behind me. I turned around to see piercing blue eyes staring down at me. I stood up and wiped the tears from my face. My father turned around also, knowing the origin of the voice.

“Not at all Mr. Shelby, just a lame pony that I have to take out to the fields. Shame, really, he’s been a good one for years.” My father said, removing his cap and looking at the man.

“It seems she doesn’t think that.” Mr. Shelby said, gesturing to me. “So why would you shoot a pony worth saving?”

“Well...he’s limping in the back end and the vet says he can’t help...” my father started.

“Mr. Shelby, I’ve seen this limp before. He’s bruised his foot you see, I can show you the spot...he just needs rest.” I said. I looked over at the man, who had pulled out a cigarette and was lighting it. I swallowed hard as I watching my father scowl at me and then Mr. Shelby cleared his throat.

“Sir, why don’t I buy that pony from you.” Mr. Shelby said, blowing a cloud of smoke. “It will save you the hassle of having to shoot it yourself.”

“Mr. Shelby, I assure you, this pony will be useless to you.” My father said, walking closer to him.

“Well then I’ll consider myself a fool for buying it, but that will be my final decision.” Mr. Shelby said, pulling a fistful of pounds out of his jacket. My eyes went wide. I was so unsure of what was happening. I knew of the Shelby family. My father obviously knew his power. I had never met any of them before, and I was unsure of selling my pony to one of them. But there was something about the way he glanced at me while holding the money out to my father that made me feel like I could trust him. I could tell my father was hesitant on selling a lame horse to the Shelby family, but nonetheless, he took the money and handed over the lead rope to the man with the cold stare.

“If you don’t mind sir, I’d also like to borrow your daughter while I take him to the stables, to get to know the pony.” He said. My eyes went to my father who shot me a glare and then looked back at Mr. Shelby, who was stomping his cigarette out against the ground.

“Of course.” My father said. I turned and followed Mr. Shelby as we walked towards his stables. He handed me the lead rope back and I put a hand in the warm mane of the pony.

“Was he your childhood pony?” Mr. Shelby asked.

“Yes.” I said. “He’s sixteen this year. I got him as a birthday present when I was six.”

“Does he have a name?” Mr. Shelby asked, pulling out another cigarette.

“Toby, sir. Mr. Shelby, I can’t thank you enough...” I started.

“Please, call me Tommy.” He said.

“Tommy...thank you. For this. Will you take good care of him or will you shoot him?” I asked somberly.

“Oh no, you’ll be taking care of him. He’s going to go to my stables. You can keep him there, away from your father.” Tommy said, glancing over at me. I broke out into a huge smile.

“So you won’t shoot him?” I asked happily. “Thank you so much.”

“I have never had it in me to shoot a horse that had a chance.” He said. “You’ll also look after a few of the other horses in my stables, as repayment.”

“Of course, I’ll do whatever you ask, Mr. Shelby.” I said.

“Please, call me Tommy.” He said, turning to face me.

“My apologies, Tommy.” I said. He looked me up and down.

“Have you ever been to a race track before?” He asked. I shook my head.

“We can’t really afford tickets to the track.” I said.

“Would you like to go?” He asked. My jaw went slack in shock.

“I’m afraid I have nothing nice to wear, Tommy.” I said.

“I’ll buy you a nice dress. You can get your hair done.” He said, staring deeply into my eyes with those icy blues.

“I couldn’t possibly, you’ve done so much for me already.” I said, shaking my head and looking at the ground. Tommy took his hand and lifted my chin.

“I’d like to take you to the race track. It’s very refreshing to find someone in this shithole town that cares as much about these animals as I do.” He said. I slowly smiled at him and nodded.

“Let’s get Toby here to a stall and settled in. I’ll have my sister Ada take you shopping and to the salon.” He said.

Tommy lead me to Ada after we had put the pony in a wonderful stall with hay and fresh water. She seemed incredibly friendly compared to her brother. She took me into a nice dress shop, where I settled on a blue dress and matching heels. Ada then took me to the salon where my hair was washed and curled.

“Ada, your brother is so nice for doing this.” I said, looking in the mirror, tears welling up in my eyes.

“Don’t be fooled. My brother is far from a kind man, but to show kindness to someone, he must trust you. Or like you.” She said. We left the shop and she took me to the betting shop, where the men were tying their ties and getting ready to head out. I stood sheepishly behind Ada as she introduced me to John and Arthur, her brothers, and her Aunt Polly. I smiled gently at all of them, unsure of what to say or do. I knew what the Shelbys’ business was, and I knew of the Peaky Blinders. I tread very carefully, not saying a whole lot, until Tommy showed up. He walked in the front door and instantly our eyes met. He had a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips. I smiled at him as he approached me.

“You look lovely.” He said quietly, which earned some jeers from his brothers. He shot them a look and guided me out to the car.

The racetrack was full of people and bright colors and I was awestruck. Tommy guided me to where we’d be watching the races with his family.

“Do you want to go meet my horse?” He asked me as we sipped whiskey. I nodded and he guided me towards the stables. I saw a man grooming a tall black stallion, and I was taken aback at the beauty of the horse.

“This is him.” Tommy said, rubbing the horse’s neck. I walked forward and looked the giant in the eye.

“He has soft, kind eyes for a stallion.” I said, reaching up and petting his nose.

“You get out of them what you put in to them.” Tommy said. “When I was in France, I eventually became numb to seeing people get shot on the battlefield, but I could never get over seeing the horses get shot.” He spoke softly, still rubbing the neck of the prized animal. He stared at it with adoration.

“He’s beautiful, Tommy.” I said, still petting his nose. Tommy walked back towards me and put his arm around my waist and his hand rested on my hip. I turned to face him, my heart speeding up as I looked at all of the details of his face.

“I have searched Birmingham all of my life, looking for someone who cared about these creatures as much as me. Most see them as vile, smelly, mostly used as tools. They’re disposable pieces of equipment. When I saw the sadness in your face when your father was going to take your pony and shoot him, that’s the kind of compassion I’ve been searching for.” He whispered to me.

“Mr. Shelby-” I started, before catching myself. “Tommy, I’m not naive to the business that you do. I’ve heard the whispers. I know about the razor blade in your cap. And yet, seeing you with these horses, and the kindness you’ve shown me today, it makes me question everything I’ve ever heard about you.” I said, turning to face him. Tommy looked from my eyes to my lips and I looked at his as a confirmation. Tommy leaned down and kissed me, gently at first, but then more passionate. We broke apart just as the jockeys and grooms were entering to get ready for the race. Tommy put his arm back around me and guided me to the box where his family were. Polly shot us eyes as soon as we returned. She walked over to Tommy and I and handed us each a whiskey.

“Tom, you might want to wipe the lipstick off your face before your brothers see.” She whispered between us. Tommy’s hand flew to his mouth as he wiped it all away. I giggled quietly as he did so. He tightened his arm around me again and we walked out to watch the races.

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Senior Trip [Peter Parker] Part 2

Peter Parker x plus size reader

Warnings: Anxiety, body image issues

I just watched Far From Home (I know, super behind in the times…) but I got super inspired to do some Peter Parker writing!

Thank you to those that requested part 2! I hope you enjoy it.

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Betty and Ned came back to the beach house shortly after Peter had me calmed down and asked me to dinner. We told them our plans for the evening and Betty immediately pulled me into her bedroom she shared with Ned and helped me get ready.

“Did you bring anything nice to wear?” Betty asked, running a straightener through my hair while I did my makeup.

“Yeah. I packed this sundress I bought to wear to graduation but at the last minute I wore something else.” I said. “What if Peter sees me in it and takes back the nice things he said?”

“He won’t. Peter talked to me on the beach. I think he cares about you more then he’s told you already.” She said, biting her lip, not wanting to say too much.

“Really?” I whispered as she ran the straightener through my hair again. I looked my myself, with the bronze eye shadow and nude lipstick.

“Let me run down to my bag and grab that dress.” I said. Betty smiled as she messed with my hair one last time.

I pulled the sundress over my head after bringing it back up to Betty’s room. She turned around after I told her I was ready and she had a huge smile on her face.

“Peter is going to die when he sees you.” She said, hugging me. “Don’t let yourself think anything less.”

“Thanks, Betty.” I said, throwing her a sympathetic smile. I had to try to keep my own brain in check tonight and not think too much about it.

Betty peeked out the door and immediately shut it.

“Okay, Peter’s in a shirt that will look so good next to this dress.” She said, almost squealing in delight.

“It’s not like it’s prom or something, Betty.” I said, laughing. “We don’t have to match.”

“I know but it’ll be so much cuter this way. He’s out there pacing, talking to Ned.”

“Alright, well, I’ll need to get going, so are you going to let me out of the room or not?” I said.

“Right, right. Yeah. You can do this.” Betty said, as I took a deep breath in and walked out of the room. Peter and Ned were chatting and didn’t know I was there until Betty loudly cleared her throat. I was instantly fiddling with my hands as Ned and Peter looked over and Peter’s face cracked into a huge smile. He walked over to me as Betty walked over to Ned, and he said something to me I’d never heard anyone say before.

“You look incredible.” He said, pulling me into a hug. “This dress is so pretty.”

“Thanks Peter.” I said, barely above a whisper. “You look really nice too.” I looked down at his navy blue button up short sleeved shirt with his khaki shorts.

“Thanks.” He said, still smiling at me. “Are you ready? I already called in a table.”

“Yeah, yeah let’s head out.” I said, grabbing my purse and looking over my shoulder at Betty and Ned, who were smiling and giggling like little kids.

“Peter, this place is so cool.” I said as we walked through the restaurant. It had pretty fairy lights and Edison bulbs. It was adorned in plants and different types of greenery, and it almost felt like a secret garden.

“I told you it would be.” He said, giving me a boyish grin as we sat down at the table. The server came over and poured our waters as I looked out over the beach. Peter had gotten us a table on a patio where we could see the beach and hear and smell the waves of the ocean. I was totally awestruck and absorbed in the whole thing.

“Are we doing separate checks or together?” The server asked with a smile, met with a mixed garble of  separate from me and together from Peter. She smiled and Peter reassured her it was together. I blushed and looked out over the ocean again.

“So...uh...what looks good on the menu?” Peter asked me, picking his up.

“Can I tell you something? Most of the menu is seafood, and I honestly can’t stand seafood.” I said.

“Me neither!” Peter said. I looked up and we both laughed slightly. “Did I ever tell you about the time May made me fish sticks and I started bouncing on the couch after dinner and I threw them up everywhere?”

“No.” I said, laughing. “I can only imagine May’s face.”

“Oh, she was NOT happy.” He said. “Ever since then, I can’t even smell fish without thinking about it.”

“They have some sandwiches on the last page. Don’t tell me you’ve thrown up a sandwich before?” I asked, looking up at him with a smile on my face.

“Can’t say I’ve ever done that.” He said, looking up at me with his shining eyes. We ordered our food and continued to tell stories and laugh with each other.

“Peter...I can’t thank you enough for taking my mind off of everything with this dinner.” I said. “I feel so much better.”

“You deserve it.” Peter said. “You deserve to see how great you are.”

“I don’t know about that, but, sure.” I said. We paid the bill and Peter pulled me off the patio to the beach.

“This beach is so pretty.” I said, looking out over the ocean, the sky turning pink and purple with the sunset. The wind whipped down the beach and sent a shiver up my spine, but it wasn’t necessarily cold. It felt invigorating. It felt like a sign that told me I was supposed to be here.

“Yeah, it’s really pretty.” Peter said. I looked over at him and he wasn’t even looking at the ocean.

He was looking at me.

“Listen...Y/n, I...I’m sorry I never told you before. I’m sorry I never noticed before...I, you’re...you’re really cool and stuff and I feel like I missed out on something and I was too busy chasing MJ...” He stammered.

“So...you’re only being like this with me because MJ is gone now?” I said quietly. This just solidified all of my fears and doubts. Peter only cared about me now because MJ was going away to school. “Why don’t you just follow MJ to California?” I felt tears burning in the corners of my eyes.

“I can’t...it’s not like that...I just… I can’t leave New York. I’ve got the Stark Internship that’ll be a job...I just...man, I messed this up.” He said.

“Peter, you don’t have to be nice to me anymore. I want the truth. Why did you take me to dinner? Am I just a rebound from MJ? Was it pity? I want the truth.” I said, turning my gaze over the ocean, unable to look at him.

“The truth? The truth is I’m an idiot. You’ve stuck by me all of these years I’ve known you. When Mr. Stark passed, you sent me a card and chocolates and when Aunt May forgot to get me notebooks and stuff for school you gave me yours. You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met, and I was too stupid to notice how genuine you are. I did care for MJ, yes, but she broke me. She tells me all year she’ll stay in New York with me and then she decided on California. She said she hates the snow, but I don’t really know about that. I lost everything in my heart during that. I felt nothing, and that day at lunch, when you had your acceptance letters, I ignored you and you had the kindness to put me first and not even talk about college. You thought of my happiness over your own. It’s insane that no one ever met you and wanted to have you be their girlfriend.” He said. I looked over at him, feeling a tear roll down my cheek, lip quivering.

“Is it so insane though? Look at me Peter. Is it?” I whispered angrily. “I really don’t appreciate the whole ‘you have a great personality thing’ right after you talk about your beautiful ex and how you can’t follow her to the ends of the Earth.”

“Will you please listen to me?” Peter said, almost an angry tone in his voice. “I have gotten over MJ. I’m done with that. What I’m trying to tell you is since that day, at lunch, with your acceptance letters, I’ve noticed all of these beautiful things about you. Not just your personality. When you straighten your hair, just like it is now? I noticed how it falls over your shoulders and it always looks so shiny and soft. I’ve noticed on days when you’re tired you wear your glasses and they frame your face so well and it brings out your y/e/c eyes. I’ve noticed when you laugh, you get a wrinkle near your eyes that looks like how a warm hug feels.”

I turned to face him finally.  His eyes were wet with tears and he had a slight frown on his face, like he was holding back emotions. He looked broken, ruined, crushed. I just stared at him, tears of my own rolling down my face. He stepped towards me and wiped the tears away with his thumb. He then enveloped me in a tight hug. We both sniffled into each other’s shoulders as we gripped each other tightly.

“I’m sorry, Peter.” I said. “I’ve just...I’ve put myself down for so long, it’s very hard to see someone’s opinion and take it seriously.” I pulled away from him. He looked deep into my eyes, like he was searching for something, and he cleared his throat.

“I’m so, so sorry that people and this world have made you feel that way. But I want you to know everything I said was true. I want to break you out of these thoughts and I want you to feel the things that I see.” He said. I looked at him, and both of our eyes were flickering from each other’s eyes and lips.

Before I could comprehend what was exactly happening, Peter and I were kissing. It felt like eternity but also milliseconds at the same time before we pulled apart.

“Should we get back before Ned and Betty get worried?” I whispered. Peter rubbed my arms up and down.

“Actually, it’s a full moon tonight, I was kind of hoping we could walk down the beach and enjoy it?” Peter asked. I smiled and nodded, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me down the beach.

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Senior Trip [Peter Parker]

Peter Parker x plus size fem reader

Warnings: Anxiety, flying anxiety, body image issues

I just watched Far From Home (I know, super behind in the times…) but I got super inspired to do some Peter Parker writing! Sorry I’ve been gone for a while, I had some bad writer’s block. 

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I had become friends with Peter and Ned shortly after their gallivant across Europe, when Ned met Betty and Peter finally got the guts to talk to MJ. Ned and I were playing the same game in study hall one day, and we got to talking. He introduced me to Peter, who I instantly felt something for. But seeing him pine over MJ quickly squashed any and all hope I had. I became a regular face in the group,  even though I was an obvious fifth wheel, I didn’t care. I felt like I had true friends for once, something I had struggled with since I was young.

The only reason I was accepted into the same school as Ned and Peter was my love for biology. I wanted to study the animals of the world, work for scientific journals, and travel to study them. I wanted to help them and help the planet. I worked so hard to keep up at school that social hour was far from my specialty, so when Ned, Peter, MJ, and Betty came into my life, I was eternally grateful. It also didn’t help that in a school mostly made up of beautiful young people, I was bigger than your average teenage girl. I couldn’t hold a candle to MJ, with how thin and pretty she was. Betty had those sparkling eyes and perfect hair. I was blatantly the designated ugly fat friend, and that’s all I’d ever be.

We were approaching graduation, and I had a few acceptance letters from New York area colleges, all known for biology and animal study internships. I walked into lunch the day after getting my last one, and I only had lunch with Peter and Ned, so I threw them down in front of them and smiled slightly.

“You guys have to help me pick which one.” I said, sitting down. I refused to eat lunch in front of Peter. Lately, he and MJ were growing distant, and I wasn’t sure why. I tried not to butt into things that aren’t my business, and Peter knew my door was always open if he needed me.

“Not now.” Ned mumbled. I looked over at Peter, who was absentmindedly playing with his fork in his lunch. His eyes were slightly pink and puffy, and I knew something was wrong. I scooped up the letters and quickly threw them back into my bag.

“Sorry.” I quickly said, pulling out my latest book and reading it. “Uh...Ned, do you and Betty have a senior trip planned?”

“Yeah, we’re headed to Florida for a long weekend in a few weeks. We were supposed to go with Pete and MJ...but...” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “MJ got accepted to schools in California. And Peter got a job working for Stark Industries through his internship so…that’s why he’s out of it.” My face dropped into a frown knowing Peter was going to have to make that heartbreaking decision. It was like my heart broke with his, knowing my friends were sad absolutely crushed me. I looked down and played with the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

“Oh man.” I whispered. “That sucks.”

“Yeah. It does.” Peter mumbled. Ned had obviously not whispered quietly enough.

“If you need anything, Peter, please let me know.” I said, trying to smile at him. He looked up at me and then back to his mashed potatoes.

“Thanks.” He said, barely audible over the commotion of the lunch room. I looked at Ned who gave me a sad shrug. I pulled out a book and stared at it, all the while thinking of ways to subtly cheer Peter up. I felt his sadness crawl across the table, reach for me, and latch onto my body. I couldn’t imagine finally getting up the nerve to talk to someone you’ve liked for a while, only for them to run across the country within a few months. I didn’t even want to ask about working it out long distance, because I’m sure Peter had thought of that.

“Do you have a senior trip planned?” Ned tore me away from my book at the question. My eyes darted from him to Peter before I answered. Peter was unmoved.

“Nah. I can’t really afford one. I was just going to get a summer job and save up for...” I looked over at Peter, who was now looking down at his shoes. I didn’t want to mention college and make things worse.

“Why don’t you come with Betty and I to Florida? We have two extra tickets from...” Ned looked at Peter, and I could only assume Peter and MJ were supposed to go with them.

“Ned, I couldn’t possibly. I’d have no way to pay you back.” I said. Ned shrugged.

“My gram paid for the tickets for the plane as a graduation gift. The beach house belongs to my uncle. I didn’t pay for anything either.”

“Uh...well, let me ask my parents. I could probably go, I don’t see why not.”

Graduation came and went, and soon enough I was packing to head to Florida with Betty and Ned. My hands shook as I packed the last few things, realizing for the first time, Ned and Betty were going to see me in shorts and hot weather clothes. I couldn’t handle that. I immediately thought of calling Ned and backing out, but part of me did want to go. We would be staying at a beach house in the Florida Keys, and I probably wouldn’t get the opportunity to do this again. I zipped up my suitcase and my dad  drove me to the airport.

I met Ned and Betty at the front door, they both waved and smiled as I walked in.

“This is going to be such a relaxing trip.” Betty sighed, leaning onto Ned’s shoulder. I quickly felt regret surge through my veins. I was intruding on a trip that could have been just the two of them. I could tell them I was sick and wouldn’t want to ruin the trip, I could let them have a long weekend to themselves. My palms began to sweat holding my suitcase, and as I turned to look for a way out, I was met with a familiar face.

“Peter! You took long enough.” Ned shouted, waving to him as he walked through the door. I quickly turned to look at Betty, who shrugged.

“He decided last minute that he wanted to come, to take his mind off of MJ.” She whispered quickly before Peter came over. I smiled at Peter as he joined the group and we headed off to catch our flight.

“We have these four seats here.” Ned gestured to the two rows. Instantly he and Betty took the first row of seats and Peter and I took the second row.

“Do you like the window?” Peter asked. I quickly shook my head and kicked my purse under the seat in front of me.

“No way.” I said.

“Are...are you scared of flying?” He asked softly. I looked over at him, running my hand through my hair before answering with a nod. “It’ll be okay.”

“Mhmm.” I nodded before putting my head back against the seat and closing my eyes. We began to take off and I held my breath the whole time until we were steadily in the air. I hated flying. I didn’t do it often, so I hated every bump and every dip. We were halfway through our flight when I heard the captain’s voice over the intercom.

“We’re going to be experiencing some pretty rough turbulence, so everyone must stay in their seat until I turn the seat belt sign off.”

I felt the color drain from my face. I was about to die, my brain was convinced of it. I gripped my right armrest tightly, afraid to grab the left in case Peter needed it. We began to bump and shake in the turbulence and I shut my eyes tightly and tried to control my breathing, but I couldn’t help the tear that slipped out of my eye first.

“Hey...hey...” I heard Peter whispering. I opened my eyes and looked over. Peter was softly smiling until he saw how scared I was. He held up a headphone splitter and his phone. “Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

I nodded and pulled my headphones out of my purse. Peter plugged them in and just as he hit play, the plane dropped a little and I audibly gasped and grabbed both armrests. My heart was pounding and my brain was fearing the worst.

“It’s okay.” Peter said, putting his hand on top of mine on the armrest. I sighed out and looked over at him, nodding slightly.

“I hate flying.” I whispered.

“I can tell.” Peter said, rubbing his thumb over my hand. “But you’re going to be okay.”

We landed and got to our beach house with no problems. We walked through the beach house, ogling at the views and how we could see the beach from the kitchen.

“So...uh...there’s a bit of a problem.” Betty grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Peter and Ned, who were checking out the TV. “There’s only two bedrooms.”

“Uh huh...” I said slowly. “Why?”

“Well we thought it would be Peter and MJ...” She started, which shattered my heart. In our brief moment on the flight where Peter comforted me, I forgot he was still in love with MJ.

“I’ll take the couch downstairs.” I said, pulling my bag towards the stairs. “It’s fine. Let Peter have the bedroom.”

“What’s that?” Ned said, walking over and putting his arm around Betty. “Are we picking rooms? Because I want the one with the stuffed swordfish above the bed.”

“Uh well, I was just telling Betty I’ll take the couch downstairs, and then Peter can take the bedroom.” I said, picking up my bag.

“No, that’s okay, I can go downstairs.” Peter said.

“No Peter. I’m the one that’s not even supposed to be on this trip. I’ll take the couch.” I said. He frowned and nodded. I instantly felt a pang of guilt in my chest for making him think of MJ.

“Well, let’s all get changed and go to the beach!” Betty said, breaking the tension. They all scattered as I took my bag into the basement, which was still warm and totally furnished, so it felt like a bedroom. I opened my bag and instantly felt my heart speed up. I wasn’t meant to be on this trip. They were going to be so grossed out when they saw me in shorts and a tank top. They wouldn’t talk to me after this trip.

I couldn’t go to the beach. It wasn’t going to happen.

“Hey, you ready?” I heard Betty call from the top of the stairs.

“Uh...you guys...get going without me...I’m really tired from the plane. I’m going to take a quick nap and then I’ll meet you there?” I said, trying to sound convincing, and not just an anxious disaster.

“Are you sure?” She called, walking down a few steps. She looked at me, huddled up next to my suitcase, and I could tell she knew. “Are you okay?”

“I uh...yeah, I’m still just stressed from flying. It took a lot out of me.” I said, looking down into my lap.

“If you change your mind, text me, okay?” She said, a sympathetic smile on her lips. “I’ll let you know where we are.”

-Betty’s POV-

“Alright guys, she’s going to meet us there. She’s really tired.” I said, shutting the door to the basement.

“What? We just got here?” Ned said. I shot him a look to let it go, but he couldn’t pick up on it. “There’s no way she can be tired!”

“Well, she is. The flight really took it out of her.” I said, still trying to get my point across to Ned with a poisonous glare.

“She was really stressed during the flight.” Peter chimed in. Ned shrugged and threw a towel over his shoulder.

“Alright, let’s go then.”

We were at the beach for about an hour when I noticed Peter was a little off. He was playing in the sand, while Ned was swimming in the warm ocean. I walked over and sat down next to Peter.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Are you still upset about MJ?”

“Kind of.” He said, throwing a handful of sand at the ground.

“There’s lots of girls in New York, Peter. I know you really, really like MJ. But it just isn’t meant to be.”  I said. He sighed loudly and nodded.

“I know.” He said. “Hey, I know I was a last minute decision on the trip, but did Y/n say why she wanted to come?”

“Well, I know she’s never been to Florida before, and she really wants to spend time with us before we all go to college.” I said, kicking some sand away from my foot. Peter nodded again and looked over at me.

“You know she told me how lonely she used to get before us? How Flash and his crew picked on her to the point where she wanted to give up going to school with us just to get away from him?” Peter said.

“Yeah. She’s mentioned it to me before.” I said.

“I...I’m going to go back and check on her.” Peter said, standing up and grabbing his towel.

I smiled. Ned’s plan to get Peter’s mind off of MJ was working after all.

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I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand as I stood by the window, still dressed in my New York clothes and still too afraid to put anything else on. I let out another loud sob as it hit me how much I shouldn’t be here. I pulled out my phone and looked up flights back to New York, but they were all sold out. I sat on the couch and cried, looking out over the beach, at all of the beautiful people having fun.

“Y/n?” I heard a whisper and I jumped out of my skin and turned to see Peter standing in the doorway, shirtless with a towel in his hand. He saw that I had been crying and walked over to the couch with me.

“What’s wrong?” He said, furrowing his brow at me.

“I...I...I shouldn’t be here, Peter.” I said, finally breaking down and deciding to open up to Peter.

“What are you talking about?” He asked quietly, putting his hand on my arm. I shuddered at his touch, feeling like he was just pitying me, like everyone else.

“I don’t look like any of the people that are here. I’m not as pretty as those women on the beach, or Betty, or MJ.” I didn’t mean to let the last part slip out. I saw a flash of hurt in Peter’s eyes as I mentioned MJ, and I felt worse then I already did.

“Hey, hey, you don’t have to look like any of those girls, or Betty, or anyone else for that matter.” Peter said. “You’re great the way you are.”

“Oh Peter, you act like I haven’t heard that one before.” I said, the ugly part of my anxiety rearing it’s head. “I know what I look like. I know that I’m destined to be alone and I know my place. I shouldn’t be here. I was a mooch that tagged along hoping for something in my life to change, but it won’t.”

“Y/n...I had no idea you felt this way about yourself...” Peter looked down. “It’s...it’s...”

“It’s true.” I said. “I know you guys only let me extra wheel because you feel sorry for me.”

“I was going to say it’s heartbreaking.” Peter croaked, his eyes misty with tears. “To hear that one of my best friends won’t even go outside because she’s so afraid that the world will judge her for her looks and not even consider how good of a person she is. Not even considering that she has a heart of gold that has listened to all of my problems since I came back from Europe with another girl on my arm, and since that girl left me, she has been so supportive and open. The love for her friends is enough to fill an ocean, but she’s afraid of going to the ocean because this world and society have hurt her so much.”

“Peter...” I said. “Please don’t let me ruin your trip.”

“My trip depends on my friends having a good time. All of my friends.” He said, and without thinking, he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. I sighed deeply at his touch, feeling the unfortunate feeling of butterflies in my stomach.

“I want you to know something.” He whispered, rubbing my back. “In the months since MJ...since she said we couldn’t do it...I, I’ve needed you. You were a ray of sunshine in my darkest days. You pulled me from what I thought was a drowning point. I thought I was lost after MJ shot me down, and you threw down a rope and I climbed out of my hopeless pit. I...I think you’re beautiful.”

I pulled away from him and looked his face up and down. I searched for a hint of a lie, but all I found was sincerity.

“You...You’re not just saying that?” I choked out. “Because I sure as hell don’t see any of that.”

“I really, really mean what I said. Can...can I show you? I saw this restaurant right next to the beach on my way back. Will you let me take you to dinner tonight? We can get something to eat and watch the sunset.” He said.

“I...yeah, sure.” I said, slightly smiling.

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One Hundred Percent [Diego Hargreeves]

Diego Hagreeves x fem reader It’s been awhile, but I’m hoping to get back into this more frequently again! Sorry for the delays in writing!

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I remember that night. I know he doesn’t, but I do. I remember being at the bar, and meeting the tall, dark, handsome stranger with a small but warm smile. I remember having enough liquid courage in me to try to joke with him, and eventually we were laughing together, and then kissing, and then in a cab going back to my apartment. He was kind, funny, and hidden behind a dark facade was this man I really enjoyed being around. I remember his smell, his features, his scars. I remember his weird thing for knives and I remember hearing him tell me his name and who he was.

Diego Hargreeves.

I didn’t care what his name was and that he was a superhero as a kid. I cared that he made me feel happy, and for a night, like someone cared about me. I had been lonely for so long, and his strong arms made me feel secure, even if only for a night.

I remember feeling sick. I remember taking the test. I remember deciding not to call him. Not to burden him. I remember making the decision to keep the baby, without him. If there was a moment where I needed him, it was then. But I still didn’t want to tell him. It was a one night thing.

I remember having the baby at the hospital. My beautiful son, with dark hair and dark eyes, just like him. I would forever be haunted by Diego, and my one night mistake.

I had no problems raising my son, Beckett, alone. I had gotten over the idea of ever seeing Diego again, let alone telling him he had a son. I had a half scribbled phone number on my nightstand that Diego had given me that night, but I never had the guts to call him. To tell him. Of the thousands of thoughts that raced through my head for those months, Diego was only a few of them.

I had seen his face a few times. On a poster, to be exact. I walked past the boxing gym he trained at when I went to the bank for the convenience store, so I saw the posters when I walked by. Part of me wanted to go to the matches, to see him, but the very thought of it made me sick. I was too nervous he would see me, or see my stomach, and freak out. I had seen it before with other women I knew, men would freak out and deny ever sleeping with them, let alone getting them pregnant. I didn’t know how Diego would react, and he had a life to live.

I was at the bank, holding Beckett while waiting in line. I was gently rocking my six month old son, trying to get him to fall asleep in my arms. I was the next one in line, and right when I went to step forward, I heard the doors to the bank fly open and I heard a single gunshot. I immediately dropped to the floor, holding Beckett tightly to my chest as he started to cry. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling my heart rate soar. I heard heavy footsteps come to the front of the bank where I was, but I kept my head down and tried to soothe my crying son. After the robbers had demanded money from the tellers, and the tellers were fearfully handing over wads of cash, they turned to the people scattered all over the floor, some huddled against each other. They started demanding purses and wallets. I threw my purse in their direction, just wanting to keep my son safe. I heard heavy boots walking towards me and I started uncontrollably shaking.

“Hey there, pretty girl. Are you sure this is all you’ve got?” I glanced up and saw him shaking my purse upside down, watching a few ten dollar bills falling out of it. “This little guy got a college fund or anything?”

“N-no. That’s all I have, I spent a lot on the baby...” I mumbled, feeling tears spilling from my eyes. I looked up at the guy as I heard him scream, I saw him with a knife in his leg, and he was trying desperately to pull it out. I shut my eyes again as I heard the robbers all screaming and police sirens in the distance. I heard people standing and running, but I was still too afraid to look up, and still trying to soothe my crying son.

“I love you, Beckett. Ssshh.” I said, gently rocking. I heard more footsteps coming towards me and I shivered in fear.

“Miss?” A familiar voice spoke. I froze and my worst fear was realized. I glanced up and when I did, the hero’s jaw dropped a little.

“Y/n?” He whispered, crouching down on the floor next to me.

“Hey Diego. I’m surprised you remember me.” I mumbled, my voice cracking from all of my emotions.

“Of course I do. I went back to the bar to look for you after that night. I never saw you after that...and I think I see why.” He said, gesturing to Beckett, who turned his head just at that moment to look at Diego. Diego’s eyes widened and his jaw went slack. “He uh...he’s cute.” He whispered.

“He looks exactly like his dad.” I said, letting more tears fall. I knew I had been busted, Diego couldn’t deny that Beckett looked just like him.

“Does...does his dad know?” Diego said, looking down at his gloves, fiddling with them.

“I was really scared to tell his dad. It...it wasn’t my best decision.” I said.

“So you’ve been doing this alone?” Diego asked, sitting down on the floor next to me.

“Yeah.” I croaked. Beckett had stopped crying and was turning to look at the police lights as the cars pulled up and cops began flooding the building. One tried to talk to Diego and scold him for what he did, but Diego completely ignored them, his eyes focused on me.

“You didn’t have to do this alone.” Diego said. “I would have supported you. In every way.” Beckett was now standing on my lap with me holding him up and he was babbling at the cops.

“I wanted to tell you, Diego. I really did. I just...it was a one night thing, and I didn’t want to hold you back. We barely knew each other.” I said.

“I wanted to find you again. I wanted to get to know you more. We really connected that night. I really liked that night.” He said softly.

“I’m sorry Diego.” I said, looking over at him. His vigilante mask reflected the red and blue lights of the police cars as I stared into his eyes.

“I’m sorry too.” Diego said. He slid the mask off and looked at Beckett.

“Do you want to hold him?” I asked. Diego nodded. I hoisted Beckett up and placed him on Diego’s lap. He faced Diego and stood up as Diego held up his arms.

“Hey buddy.” Diego whispered.

“This is your daddy, B.” I said. Beckett looked from me to Diego and began to kick his legs up and smile at Diego. Diego and I both laughed and smiled at each other.

“We gotta take this slow, Diego. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.” I said. “But, if you’re in, I’m in.”

“I’m in, one hundred percent.” He said, smiling at Beckett.

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Wildflowers .Steve Harrington.

I took the easy way out and wrote for Steve again...sorry, its just so easy to write for this fluffy goofball. I’ll be working on other things soon! Don’t forget, requests are open, and I’m also thinking of doing a prompt list!

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I moved to Hawkins with my family right after the Starcourt Mall burned down. My father had taken a job with an accounting firm there. I was trying to meet new people in town, since hanging out with my younger brother was incredibly boring. I ventured with him to the arcade, so see if anyone my age hung out there. I walked in with him to be met with dizzying lights and loud pings of machines. My brother looked around before calling out to some kids he had just met when we first moved.

“Dustin!” He yelled. A curly headed kid turned from watching an older boy play pinball and waved him over. I followed, unsure of where else to go.

“Hi Dustin.” I said. Dustin stared up at me, mouth slightly open, and rudely elbowed the boy playing pinball.  The boy messed up, watching the little silver ball roll away from his paddles.

“What the hell man?” The older boy said, turning to Dustin, and then to me. He instantly looked sheepish and ran a hand through his fluffy mocha hair.

“Hi there.” He said. “I’m uh...I’m Harrington. Steve. My name is Steve.” He stumbled. I smiled at him and saw the pinkish tint cover his jawline.

“I’m y/n.” I said, holding out my hand. “Are you Dustin’s babysitter? My brother mentioned he had this really cool older guy that was his babysitter.”

“You could say that.” He said, leaning against the pinball machine. “Are you guys new here?”

“Yeah. My dad just took a lame accounting job in town. I graduated though, so I guess I’ll be looking for a lame job soon too.” I said.

“Same.” He said. “I work at the Video store down the road.” He said it like he was ashamed, but I thought it was neat that he had a job.

“That sounds fun. Do you get to watch movies for free?” I asked.

“Sometimes.” He said, smirking. “Maybe we could watch one sometime?”

“Maybe.” I said, looking over at my brother and Dustin, who ran off to play Space Invaders. I had a slight smile on my face, picking up on Steve’s attempts to flirt. “Hey, they look like they’re okay here for a while. Do you wanna go somewhere it’s easier to talk?”

“Sure.” He said softly, his deep brown eyes locking with mine. We walked out the front door to the arcade and I pulled my car keys out.

“I have a spot in mind.” I said. “I found it when we first moved here.”

“Okay.” He said. I drove to where I had found a hiking trail that lead to a small lake on the edge of Hawkins. It was only like ten minutes from the arcade, so we were still close to the boys to pick them up later.

“It’s just up here.” I said. He followed me quietly through the woods. I took in the fresh air smell of the trees, and dirt, and some dead leaves. I head Steve shuffle behind me as we started up a hill. I turned around and smiled at him and he returned the smile.

“Do you always act so nice to your victims before you kill them in the woods?” He joked. I laughed at him and turned to face him before we hit the top of the hill and the edge of the lake.

“Only so I can show them this view and it’s the last thing they see.” I said. Steve took a deep breath in and took in the peaceful quiet of the woods and lake. I walked over to a dry patch of bare dirt and sat down.

“It is pretty quiet here.” He said, sitting next to me.

“People don’t appreciate places like this enough. They want the craziness of arcades and movie theaters and television. But look how pretty it is here. It’s amazing to me to think that there’s thousands of animals out there and they don’t bother us, we don’t bother them, and how cool it is that?” I said, looking out over the lake. “Think of all the different kinds of fish in the lake. It’s crazy to think there’s only one type of human, but tons of types of fish.”

“I guess I never really thought about that.” Steve said, eyes scanning the lake. “Are you like one of those hippies that wants to save the planet?” He flinched after saying that, realizing it could have come out cruel.

“Kind of. I just think people overlook what’s already in front of us.” I said. “Look, right over there.” There were several deer walking through the woods across the lake. We silently watched them as they passed by, not even looking over at us.

“Wow.” Steve whispered after they were gone.

“I used to have a goal to see a bunch of the big national parks someday. I’d like to see bears, and wolves, and elk. And all of the really pretty wildflowers, and waterfalls. And the mountains in Colorado, it can be summer but the tops of the mountains are still covered in snow.” I said. Steve softly smiled and looked at me. I felt my cheeks get warm in embarrassment.

“Sorry. I’m probably coming across as super weird.” I said, pulling my knees up to my chest. Steve reached over and put a hand on my arm.

“Nah. It’s really...really cool that there’s someone in this town that isn’t just drooling down at the arcade and just content with this mundane life. You have things you wanna see, things you wanna do.” He said.

“Don’t you have things you want to see and do?” I said quietly. Steve looked down and grabbed a small smooth rock and rolled it over in his hands.

“I think seeing the wildflowers in Colorado would be pretty cool.” He said, looking up at me, eyes twinkling, a small smile on his soft face.

“Really? What a coincidence.” I said, smiling. “Thanks for coming here with me and not thinking I’m super weird or something.”

“This was really nice. The girls here in Hawkins aren’t into stuff like this.” He said. “They went nuts for that mall we had, but other than that, they’re shallower than a shower.”

“We’re young. My mom calls me an old soul sometimes.” I said, playing with my shoelaces. “I wasn’t necessarily the most popular kid in school.”

“You didn’t want to be.” Steve mumbled. “I was, and it was the worst.”

“You don’t seem like that kind of person. No offense. You hang out with a kid at the arcade.” I giggled. He shot me an almost sad look.

“Yeah. People change.” He said. I sent him a smile and leaned into him. He stiffened up at first, but then relaxed at the harmless touch. I felt his shoulder relax under me.

“You seem to have changed for the better.” I said. He shrugged and I looked up at him. “For being the first person my age I’ve really talked to in Hawkins, you’re very kind.”

“Thanks. I’ve been working on it.” He said, slowly creeping his arm around me.

“You do need to learn how to flirt better though.” I giggled, glancing out over the lake. He gasped and jokingly looked appalled.

“You’re the one being a real straight shooter here, leaning your head on my shoulder.” He said.

“Well then I guess you’ll have to one up me by asking me out on a real date?” I suggested, pulling away from him and standing up. I held my hand out to him and he took it, looking up at me, bewildered.

“C’mon, we should go back to the arcade.” I said as he pulled himself up.

“Yeah.” He said quietly. “You’re...you’re really something, you know? Not many girls make Steve Harrington speechless.”

“Hey, I try.” I said. “If I’m the weird girl that wants to be outside all of the time, I’ve got to make up for it in other ways, I guess.” I smiled at him as we started walking back down the hill to the car. We drove back to the arcade in silence, and chatted a little as we picked up the kids and went separate ways.

A few days later, there was a knock at my door. I went and opened it to find Steve standing there, holding a big bouquet of flowers. Except they weren’t a traditional store bought bouquet.

They were all hand picked wildflowers.

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Reminder/update

Heeeelllllooooo! It's been a hot minute since I've posted anything, and it's because I'm having some hard writer's block. Requests are open and welcome, since my brain just doesn't want to come up with ideas right now. I hate feeling like this, but I don't plan on stopping writing anytime soon. I will hopefully have some ideas in the next few days! If you'd like to see any stranger things or umbrella academy or Harry Potter stuff, send me a request!

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Halloween [Steve Harrington]

Writing for Steve is like my favorite thing, and Halloween is like my favorite thing, and I’m kind of going to be writing a lot of Halloween things since fall is quickly approaching! Also requests are open!

Steve Harrington x reader Picking costumes and dealing with Halloween in general.

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“What’re we going to be for Halloween this year?” I asked, rummaging through Steve’s closet. He laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He chuckled and sat up on his elbows to look at me.

“Are we going anywhere? You know I’m not big on Halloween parties.” He said. I turned to look at him. He had a hint of sadness in his eyes, remembering that Halloween party from three years ago.

“I wanted to dress up to hand out candy. The kids made it very clear they’re old enough to trick or treat alone this year.” I said, rubbing my arm and looking at the floor. It kind of hurt that I had just been accepted by the group of kids Steve called friends and they didn’t want us around at Halloween. Steve sat up in bed and pulled his legs up, crossing them.

“We can dress up if you want.” He said softly. “You’re really going to miss those little shits, huh?”

“It’s just...they seemed to finally be okay with us dating, and now they don’t want me around on Halloween.” I said. Steve stood up and hugged me.

“Hey, they still like you. They’re just older now, they think they’ve got it all figured out.” He said, rubbing my back.

“I guess.” I sighed into his chest. “So...costumes?”

“I don’t know. Can I just be a 19 year old kid?” He said, smiling. I rolled my eyes and turned back to his closet.

“If you want to be a Halloween party pooper, than sure.” I said. I reached to the back of his closet and pulled out an old baseball jersey that belonged to Steve when he played varsity for a few years.

“I could wear this.” I said, taking it off the hanger and putting my arms in it. It barely buttoned over my chest, so I left it open and turned back to Steve. He was standing there, blush slowly filling his cheeks. He shuffled in place a little bit. “And a hat, and I could just wear shorts, and put some black paint under my eyes...” I continued, walking over to Steve’s dresser and putting on one of his baseball hats. He said nothing, and just continued to watch me plan a costume. “What?” I finally made eye contact with him. Steve had a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He stepped towards me and pulled me into a tight hug.

“I haven’t worn that in a long, long time.” He mumbled, kissing the top of my head. “And it looks adorable on you.”

“Steve...” I started, feeling my face grow warm. He smiled at me and looked towards his closet.

“Okay, so what should I be?” He said, rifling through the hangers and boxes. He started laughing slightly as he pulled something out of a box. He held up his ripped and stained Scoops Ahoy uniform.

“I could be a zombie ice cream man.” He said, smiling. I smiled back at him.

“You kept that thing?” I asked. He looked down at the uniform, running his fingers over the ripped seams.

“Yeah...I figured it’d be a great story for the grand kids someday.” He said. It was my turn to envelope him in my arms and hug him.

“Why don’t we go buy costumes?” I asked. He pulled away from me and nodded. We hopped in the car and went down to the store, where we browsed through the costumes together.

“I want this.” He said, pulling one off the rack. I looked over at him as he held up a vampire cape and shirt.

“A vampire?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Uh, yeah.” He said, looking at me like I was the silly one. “Vampires are cool. They live forever, sleep all day, and can seduce pretty ladies.”

“Well okay then.” I said, turning back to the rack. “So should I be this one?” I pulled a bride of Frankenstein costume out. Steve smiled and nodded.

“We’re going to be so scary. The kids are going to flip when they come over to get candy.” Steve said. We paid for our costumes and a few days later, we dressed up and waited patiently for kids to start arriving. I had convinced Steve to let me slick his hair and put a little eyeliner on him to top his costume off. I had teased my hair up extra big and put on light powder and dark eyeliner. We looked great.

It was a few minutes of sitting in front of the TV before we heard several fists knock on the door. Steve got up and grabbed the bowl of candy, and I got up and followed him.

“Trick or- Wow! You guys look great!” Dustin said, looking at both of us as Steve opened the door. We smiled as Steve dropped candy into their bags. They were all dressed as Star Wars characters, with Max and El both being Leia and a mix of Han Solos and Luke Skywalkers for the boys. I could hear the arguing in the back of my mind that must have happened when they were all meeting up and yelling about duplicate costumes.

“You guys look good too.” I said. Steve smiled at me as he put the bowl of candy down. The kids came in with heavy bags. “How long have you been trick or treating?” I asked, gesturing to the bags.

“We saved your house for last.” Mike said. “We wanted to stop here and watch some Halloween movies on TV.”

Steve came up behind me and put his arm around me. I smiled at him, his goofy eyeliner and hair making me chuckle. The kids piled into the living room, changing the channel to what they wanted to watch.  

“See? They wanted to hang out with us.” Steve said. I looked at him and still couldn’t take him seriously. I giggled at him as he whipped his cape behind him.

“Don’t laugh at me!” He said. “I’m a powerful vampire. I can seduce you.”

“Okay, cool it, Dracula.” I said, turning back towards the kids in the living room. Steve stomped after me and we curled up on the floor, holding each other until I dozed off on Steve’s shoulder. I woke up when the kids were all getting picked up by Johnathan and Nancy, and I groggily said goodbye to them as they filed out, raging on sugar highs.

“Great, now we have to wash this stuff off.” Steve said, gesturing to his face.

“It’s eyeliner, Steve, you’ll be okay.” I said.

“But think of the retraining I’ll have to do for my hair!” He said as we walked up the steps. “Again, I think you’ll be okay.” I said, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before he went into the bathroom, sighing at his hair and eyes. “Next year, we’re dressing up as people who are alive!”

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Doctor Hargrove |Billy Hargrove

This is my first lil’ somthin’ for Billy. 

Also requests are open!!

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I woke up and my head was pounding. My sinuses felt completely stuffed up and my throat was scratchy and painful. I groaned and put my arm over my eyes to block the sun and try to soothe my headache.

I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for school. I didn’t want to miss any classes because I was trying to get my grades up for the end of the year. I made a cup of hot tea and sat down at the table, waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up. My mom came down the stairs, ready for work and adjusting her earring.

“You look terrible.” She said, putting her hand on my forehead. I sniffled a little and looked over at her.  “Are you staying home today?”

“No. I need to go.” I said shortly, pain shooting through my throat.

“Well if you decide to stay home, I’m okay with it.” She said, grabbing her purse and walking out the front door.

I sat for a few more minutes, resting my head in my hand before I heard a familiar sound as a Camaro pulled into my driveway. I put my tea mug in the sink and opened the front door to see Billy Hargrove, my boyfriend, standing on the porch.

“You look awful babe, are you feeling okay?” He asked, his expression changing from confident to worried in a half a second.

“I’m okay.” I said groggily, coughing afterward. Billy walked towards me, reaching out and touching my arm.

“Your skin is on fire. You’re not going to school today.” He said, ushering me back inside.

“I need to go.” I mumbled, not strong enough to protest his argument.

“You need to get better.” He said, guiding me up the stairs and back into my room. I put my bag down as he took my hand and guided me to bed. “Do you need anything?”

“We don’t have any cold medicine here.” I said, curling up under the blankets, despite my skin feeling like it was burning.

“I’ll run to the store.” He said, twirling his keys in his hand.

“Thanks, Billy.” I said, shutting my eyes. He kissed the top of my head and I heard the door close, followed by the roar of the Camaro.

He must have let me sleep for about an hour as he went through the kitchen and made tea and toast for me. I woke up to the smell of slightly burnt bread and the sound of my door closing behind him.

“Thanks babe.” I said, sitting up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“It’s not the kind of doctor we normally play, but I can manage.” He said, winking at me. I looked into his eyes, getting lost in them. Billy was known as such a hardass at school, it was nice that only I saw this softer side of him. He pulled a chair over from my vanity and sat next to my bed while I took a huge swig of tea. I felt the warmth relief on my throat as Billy’s hand rested on my leg.

“Aren’t you going to get in trouble for missing school?” I asked, taking a bite of toast. Billy reached up and brushed crumbs off my chin before answering.

“Nah. I mean, if I do, it’s fine.” He said. “Besides, I can’t let my beautiful girl sit here alone all day.”

Billy reached over and started rubbing my back as I finished my breakfast and crawled back under the covers. I loved when Billy showed this side of himself, the side where he was kind of soft and affectionate.

“I can’t believe the bad ass Billy Hargrove is going to play nurse for me all day.” I said, rolling over to face him. He smiled at me, his eyes sparkling.

“Hey hey, I’m doctor Hargrove to you.” He said, laughing. “I did a lot of schooling for this.”

“Oh, excuse me, doctor.” I said, smiling at him. He stood, up, gesturing to me to scoot over in bed. I stayed under the covers while he sat on top of them, putting his arm around me and letting me curl up into his chest.

“Aren’t you afraid you’re going to get sick?” I asked. “I could be contagious.”

“That’s the risk I took when I became a doctor.” He said very seriously. I giggled again. “You know, laughter is the best medicine. That’s what my mom-” He paused, looking out the window. “My mom used to tell me.”

I held his hand and squeezed it. I knew it hurt Billy to talk about his mom. He had admitted a lot to me a few months into us dating about how he missed her and, that night, I saw Billy Hargrove cry.

“Hey.” I whispered. Billy looked down at me, a soft, somber smile on his face. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome, babe.” He said, kissing the top of my head again. He squeezed me tight against him and I started to drift off to sleep again. I was so comforted by being with Billy, and especially seeing this side of him. The smell of his cologne and denim comforted me so much. There were times when I rolled my eyes at his over the top personality at school, but deep down, I knew it was all a show. Billy was nothing but kind to me when we were alone.

“Hey Doctor Hargrove?” I asked. I felt Billy shift underneath me.

“Yeah babe?” He asked, rubbing my arm.

“Can you make me more tea?” I asked.

“Of course.” He said, grabbing my mug and heading towards the door.

“I love you.” I called after him. He turned around and smiled that Hargrove smile at me.

“I love you too.” He said before heading back downstairs.

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Bad Day [Steve Harrington]

You’re going to need a dentist after this absolute tooth rotting fluff....sorry! I just had the idea pop into my head and had to keep rolling with it. 

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Steve always picked me up from work. I worked in a restaurant so I was always done after he was. I flopped down in the passenger seat of his car and just leaned back into the seat, closing my eyes.

“Bad day again?” He whispered, putting his hand on my knee. I looked over at him and just at the sight of his slight smile, I broke down.

“Today was the worst.” I said. “I had customers screaming at me because their food took too long. It’s not my fault the cooks are slow. I got skimped on so many tips. I only made eight dollars.” I said, letting the tears fall.

“Oh sweetheart.” Steve said, rubbing my leg as he put the car in drive and started to pull away. I sniffled and tried to wipe the tears off my face, but I just couldn’t stop crying. Steve held my hand and was rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. His face looked pained – like he wanted to help, but he didn’t know what to do.

We pulled into our driveway and he guided me into the house. I was still sniffling and mildly upset. I put my meager eight dollars in the jar Steve and I kept in our bedroom for our dream vacation fund, which we often had to dip into to to pay bills. I laid back on the bed, completely out of tears and feeling exhausted. Steve walked towards me from the bathroom and reached out to pull me up.

“Come on, let’s get you into a nice hot shower.” He said softly. I slowly stood up and followed him into the bathroom. He already had the shower running and I felt the steam enter my lungs. Steve smiled at me and went to leave the bathroom. I grabbed his hand just as it was about to slip out of mine.

“Can...can you stay with me?” I whispered. Steve looked so sad for a moment, but nodded and just sat down on the floor as I slipped off my uniform and got in the shower. I stepped under the hot water and felt instant relief. I just let the water ease my tension and I felt so much better.

“You know...someday, you’re not going to have to work.” Steve said. I grabbed the shampoo and started to put it in my hair.

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Because someday I’m going to work my way up and I’m going to make so much money that you’ll be able to stay home if you want. You’ve been at that restaurant for four years now and they still treat you like dirt.” He said, his voice cracking at the end. I continued to wash my hair and stand in the warm embrace of the water. “I want you to be able to relax.”

“I’d feel like June Cleaver.” I laughed softly.

“Well, like, I wouldn’t expect you to be like a June Cleaver. I just want you to be relaxed and happy. You seem to have more bad days than good at work now. I’d still help you with stuff at home. We’re a team. You wouldn’t have to be a perfect housewife.”

“I don’t hate working, Steve. I just...you’re right, I’ve been having a lot of bad days.” I sighed, washing my body with lavender scented soap.

“I just want you to be happy.” I heard Steve sniffle. I pulled back the shower curtain and looked over at Steve, who had a soft expression on his face, and when he looked over at me, I saw the tears glistening on his face. I shut the shower off and wrapped myself in a towel and joined Steve on the floor. I held his hand and we just smiled at each other.

“I just want to take care of you.” Steve said, looking down at the floor. “I can’t help but feel like I can’t take care of you and make you happy.”

“Steve.” I whispered, putting my hand on his knee. “You don’t need to make tons of money to take care of me. The fact that you pick me up from work, or you get me in a hot shower when I’m sad, or when you take me to dinner, or just watch a movie I want, that’s the stuff that takes care of me. I don’t care about money.”

He sniffled again, looking over at me. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Steve.” I said. “You’re very good to me, no matter what you think.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He said. We stood up from the bathroom floor and started to get ready for bed.

“Hey.” Steve asked, looking over at me as we climbed into bed. He ran his hand through his hair.

“What?” I asked, pulling the covers over me. He slid next to me and I pulled myself to lay on his chest.

“When’s the moment you knew you fell in love with me?” He asked softly, staring at the ceiling. I smiled and sighed a little.

“When you helped Dustin get ready for the Snow Ball. I was chaperoning since I was in Honors Society. I saw you give him the pep talk in the car. I saw the look in your eyes when he was walking up the stairs. You looked hopeful, but also sad. Like, you knew what was going to happen to him in there, but you didn’t want to break his heart before he even got in the dance. And Nancy, she took care of him once he was inside. But the unspoken bond you had with Dustin in that moment, that was the moment I knew you weren’t the jerk you were the year before. You had a heart.” I looked up at him, silent tears streaming down his face. I reached up and wiped his cheek off. He looked down at me.

“I knew I loved you when Billy Hargrove moved here. We weren’t dating yet, but I saw the way you tried to be nice to him. You always were so nice to people in school. The way he treated you infuriated me. But you still tried to be nice. And when he touched your back one day, just the way his hand was on you, I wanted to save you from him. When he...when he beat me up, you were the first person I thought of. I thought I still wanted Nancy, but in my heart, deep down, I wanted you to take care of me.  And...you did. When Johnathan hit me, you tried, but I pushed you away, and this time, I wasn’t letting you go anywhere. You’re so kind. That made me fall for you so, so hard.”

I snuggled into Steve’s chest, his arms wrapped around me. We were both crying, but not tears of sadness, tears of love and compassion.

“Someday, we won’t have bad days anymore.” I said. We both cuddled up and fell asleep, dreaming of the bright future we had between us, no matter what life had in store.

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Kiss and Makeup |Diego Hargreeves|

Kiss and Makeup [Diego Hargreeves]

Warnings: Swearing, Diego fluff 

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I had been friends with Klaus since he left the Umbrella Academy when he was 17. We bonded over our misfit like attitudes, dark clothes, and witty humor. Eventually, we moved in together in a dumpy apartment downtown, since we both needed somewhere to go. We were inseparable. When his dad passed, we went to the funeral together. That night, I reconnected with Klaus’ brother, Diego. Diego and I had a light history of Klaus trying to shove us together a few months ago. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Diego, or think he was attractive, it was that I felt like he didn’t feel that way in return. He never seemed interested in me. He always seemed distant and I just let the potential relationship go to avoid things getting more awkward, but also to protect myself from getting hurt. I didn’t want to fall for Diego and then have him just walk away.

“Hey Diego.” I said. He glanced at me as I stood next to Klaus. Klaus was cautiously looking at his brother, almost giving him a warning to not be an ass.

“Hey.” Diego said shortly. I sighed and looked at Klaus. He shrugged and started to walk away, leaving me and Diego alone. I shot Klaus a look.

“You look good.” I said softly. “It’s been a minute since I’ve seen you.”

“You mean after you quit answering me?” Diego snapped. Shit.

“What?” I asked shocked.

“I tried calling you. I wanted to see you. You have some real nerve to come here and then try to act like we’re okay.” He said, turning to face me. I saw anger in all of the scars and lines on his face. His eyes shined while he glared at me. I loved those eyes. Or, at least I did, once. Did I still like Diego?

“I told Klaus to tell you I moved out and that my number changed...” I turned to look over at Klaus, who looked guilty all at once.

“Oh no...” Klaus said lightly. “I uh...I’m sorry?” He said, shrinking back into the corner of the room.

“I thought you quit calling me after I moved because you weren’t interested.” I said, looking back up at Diego. The anger had faded from his face and was replaced with a sheepish look. He looked at the ground and fumbled with his hands.

“I was...I was always interested.” Diego mumbled. Without even blinking, he reached to his belt and threw a knife that next to Klaus, almost grazing his shoulder. It stuck into the wall behind him.

“I’ve missed that.” I laughed slightly. Diego looked back up at me.

“Hey! I’ve got an idea.” Klaus said, throwing one arm over my shoulder. “Why don’t we all go out tonight? Party? Relax? Loosen up?”

Diego and I looked at each other, back to Klaus, and then at each other again. I could sense the hesitation in Diego’s demeanor. It wasn’t this easy to fix this, was it?

“Sure.” I said, looking hopefully towards Diego. He sighed and then nodded. Klaus cheered and directed us up to his room, where we started to get ready. He pulled a bottle of whiskey out from under his bed and the three of us did a shot, although Diego was hesitant. It was very obvious he took care of his body, so drinking probably wasn’t a normal thing for him.

Klaus and I started to get ready, I changed my clothes into something nicer. I went for a black tanktop covered in black sequins and tight black pants. We had done a few more shots and I was really starting to feel it, and I could tell Diego was too.

“Klaus, I need to do my makeup.” I said, giggling.

“Oooo can I use some eyeliner?” He asked, reaching into my bag and rooting around for the pencil.

“Which lipstick should I wear?” I asked Klaus, holding up three different ones. Klaus tapped his chin like he was thinking hard.

“Wait.” I said before he answered. “I need to finish putting powder on my face before lipstick.” I grabbed the fluffy makeup brush and some powder and started putting it on my face in the mirror. I looked into the mirror and saw Diego sitting on the ground behind me, watching me in the mirror. Klaus was putting eyeliner on and smudging it a little.

“Diego!” I said, walking over to him. “Let me put powder on your face.”

“No.” He said, smiling slightly. He could tell I wasn’t handling these several shots well. “I’m good, thanks.”

“But it’ll make you pretty.” I said, moving the brush closer to his face.

“No, I swear I’m good.” He said, standing up. I still held the brush out menacingly like a sword. I started to laugh as I pushed it towards him and he backed up against the bed. He was starting to laugh as I got right up against him and gently dabbed the brush, which I forgot to even put powder on, on his nose. He wrinkled his face up slightly and then lost his balance on the edge of the bed. As he fell backwards, he grabbed my waist and pulled me down on top of him. We laughed the whole time and then it hit us.

We were on top of each other.

On the bed.

Instead of trying to get up, we both just stared into each other’s eyes. I forget who I was, where I was, what day it was, all I knew was I was here, right now, with Diego. My heart was racing, which I’m sure he could feel against his own chest. His breathing slowed as we both stopped laughing, but his arms were still around my waist. Klaus loudly cleared his throat behind us.

“I’m going to be waiting downstairs. I’ll let you two do….whatever you plan on doing.” Klaus said, shuffling from the room and closing the door.

Diego and I smiled at each other and I sighed. It was in that moment, I realized I had to do it.

I leaned forward, looking from Diego’s eyes to his lips, to signal what I wanted. He did the same in return and I kept leaning in. Our lips crashed together, a few months of pent up feelings flooding out through our connection. Diego’s hands rubbed up and down my sides, one eventually ending up on the side of my face. We broke apart for air and we both had smiles on our faces.

“I like the pink lipstick on you.” Diego said. I stared at him questioningly. “Earlier? You asked which lipstick to wear. I like that light pink one.”

“Oh! Oh right.” I said, pushing off of him. I walked over to my bag and pulled the lipstick out. Diego walked up behind me and turned me around. He kissed me again, putting his hands in my hair and mine on his back. He pulled away, still smiling like before.

“I had to do that before you put that lipstick on.” He said.

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Nightmare [Steve Harrington]

Nightmares

Steve Harrington x reader Steve taking care of the reader after being woken up by a nightmare.

Talks of nightmares, mentions of death. 

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I felt myself gasp for air as I flew up in bed, bolting upright. I put my hand over my chest, feeling the almost painful feeling of my heart pounding in my chest. I felt my head slightly spin and I tried to collect myself, burning the nightmare I just experienced from my mind.

I felt Steve stir next to me. We had been living together for a little while now, but this was the first nightmare I’ve had since then. I used to get them on a nightly basis, and they had gone away for a while, but now all I could think was that they were coming back again. I felt my whole body tremble as I hugged myself and tried to ground myself again. I felt the sheets tug at me as Steve was rolling over. In that moment, he must have sensed something was different, because his eyes cracked open.

“Babe?” He whispered. “You okay?”

“I uh...yeah...I just had a bad dream.” I admitted in a hoarse voice. Steve slowly sat up, turning on the lamp on his bedside table. He rubbed his eyes and put his arm around me.

“Hey, sshh.” He gently said, feeling my body shaking. He rubbed my back as I tried to take a deep breath in.

“How do you do it?” I asked quietly. Steve rested his head against mine as he inched closer to me.

“What’s that?” Steve asked, rubbing my back.

“How...after everything you’ve been through, how do you not have nightmares?” I asked, feeling myself begin to get upset again.

“I...I do sometimes.” He said, lifting his head and looking at me. I looked over into his big brown eyes, just taking in his gentle, concerned look. My eyes glanced at the scar on his lip.

“Sometimes..” Steve breathed, running a free hand through his hair, which was pointing in every direction. “Sometimes I still see the demogorgon. Or the mind flayer. They’re not the ones bothering me though. I know I can beat them, I’ve done it before.” He smiled at me. I nodded and smiled slightly at him. “It’s the fact that in some of them...the demodogs are coming after Dustin, or you, and I can’t do anything about it.” He swallowed hard. “Do you want to talk about yours?”

“I don’t remember a lot of them.” I said. “I do know that in most of them, I watch people I love die or get really hurt. It’s always like right in front of me. And I can’t help. I just have to watch.” I said, putting my head back against the headboard. “Most times, it’s you.”

“Aw babe.” Steve said, resting a hand on my stomach, rubbing it. He knew that always calmed me down. “I’m right here.”

“I know Steve. Thank you.” I said tiredly. “Before we met, I used to have nightmares every night. I didn’t sleep for weeks. I was scared of night time. I was scared to fall asleep.”

“I...I had no idea. Why didn’t you tell me?” He said. I could see the concern in his big brown eyes. He had already rubbed the sleep from them, and since we’d been talking they’d woken up more.

“I didn’t want you to think I was some kind of baby that couldn’t handle a bad dream.” I said, looking down at my hands. Steve reached over and held both of my hands in one of his and put his finger under my chin, making me look up at him.

“You can’t control your brain.” He whispered. I felt a tear start to well up in my eye as I nodded. Steve gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. I put my head on his shoulder and he guided me  as he slipped back into laying down, leaving the lamp on. I snuggled into his bare chest and he put his arms around me and pulled me close to him. I felt my breathing slow down as he rubbed my lower back.

“Let’s talk about something else.” He said.

“Like what?” I asked, taking the hand I had on his chest and drawing small circles near his collarbone with my finger.

“When we get married, I want Dustin to be my best man.” He said. I smiled into his chest.

“Oh yeah?” I said. “When’s that going to be?”

“That part isn’t for you to worry about.” He said, his hand that was rubbing my back now rested on my hip. “And someday, I want three kids, I think.”

“Yeah? Why three?” I asked quietly.

“Well, I...I don’t know. Three just feels right.” He said. We sat in a moment of silence. “Do you want kids?”

“I used to think I didn’t. The screaming and pooping and everything a baby does scares me. But then I met you. And I saw how you were with Dustin and the other kids. In that moment, when I saw you with them, I decided kids would be okay, especially if it was with you.” I said, looking up at him. His eyes were drooped halfway shut.

“I want two boys and a girl.” He said tiredly. “I’ll be a nervous wreck once we have a teenage daughter.”

“Oh yeah?” I mumbled. “I think you’ll be able to handle it.” I felt my own eyes begin to shut, and the comfortable weight of sleep creeping over me. I felt Steve take a big sigh in as he was starting to fall asleep too.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too Steve.” I said, drifting off to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat and warmth of his skin next to me.

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I’ll be away this weekend!

My friend is getting married out of town and I’ll be away until later Sunday, so I won’t have any new things to post. If you’d like though, shoot me some requests or ideas and I’ll try to have some stuff done by Monday to post!

Have a good weekend everybody! 

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masterlist

Harry Potter Passing Glances \\ Draco Malfoy Photographs \\ George Weasley

The Umbrella Academy Beneath the Surface (AO3) || Diego Hargreeves  Request || Diego Hargreeves  Comfort || Diego Hargreeves  Kiss and Makeup || Diego Hargreeves One Hundred Percent || Diego Hargreeves

Stranger Things Never Alone . Robin Buckley Doctor Hargrove . Billy Hargrove

Save it for your vows . Steve Harrington The Prettiest Girl at the Party . Steve Harrington The Joy of Parenting . Steve Harrington Hip Check . Steve Harrington Help . Steve Harrington  Faithfully . Steve Harrington Real Babysitting . Steve Harrington Always . Steve Harrington A Cake...Really? . Steve Harrington Nightmare . Steve Harrington Bad Day . Steve Harrington Halloween . Steve Harrington Wildflowers .Steve Harrington.

Marvel Senior Trip [Peter Parker] Senior Trip Part 2 [Peter Parker] Castles (Request) [Peter Parker]

Peaky Blinders To The Races -Tommy Shelby- To The Races Part 2 -Tommy Shelby-

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Hey do you have a masterlist?

I don't yet but I can make one tomorrow!