#latino!reader

Summary: Reader reflect on their and Derek's relationship.

(The reader is 18+ and is gender-neutral. The race/ethnicity is preferably Black/POC.)

Looking up at the moon and the stars, you couldn't help but think about you and Derek's relationship and its progression over the years. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you leaned your left shoulder against the cold glass of the loft window, smiling to yourself at how you and Derek first met. You and him hated each other's guts with a passion. He thought you were useless, and too naive and weak to be part of the pack, while you thought he was incredibly arrogant, rude, and ungrateful for the help you provided. Every chance you both got, you would throw jabs at each other, half meaning them and half not.

"Jackass." "Stupid." "Hairy idiot." "Weak loser."

It seemed that everyone knew you two would get together eventually, before you both ever did. Especially Peter. As much as Derek hated it, his uncle really did know his nephew like the back of his hand and recognized something as small as when he had a crush on someone.

"How can you tell? What about that-" you pointed to Derek who was currently frowning in annoyance at Stiles as the scrawny human was rambling on about what was more than likely not important to the pack meeting, "says having a crush?"

The usual smirk that only Peter Hale could perfect came to his face, and he leaned in towards you to whisper conspicuously in your ear, "Every, I say, fifteen minutes he looks over at you."

"That doesn't mean anything," you had defended him, honestly not believing it. Derek was a very suspicious person and besides Scott and Stiles, he was very distrustful of others.

"The looks he gives you are very 'I will kill anything and anyone for you'," he whispered, darting his eyes over to him.

You followed his gaze and felt your heart skip a beat at the look in Derek's green eyes. The intensity of it made a warmth come to your cheeks and you quickly looked away, hoping he wouldn't notice how nervous you suddenly were.

"You have a tell too."

You quickly looked to Peter in surprise and gave him a look that urged him to explain.

"You can never hold his gaze for too long without having to look away, nervous."

Shit, you thought, matching Derek's frown with your own as you saw Peter's smirk grow and could feel the warmth in your cheeks grow even warmer.

After that, you and Derek's dynamic had changed. Slowly you and him stood closer to each other during pack meetings. You and him would meet each other's eyes and quickly look away in either embarrassment and shyness.

Come to think of it, You furrowed your brows, now leaning your head against the glass, welcoming its coolness on your skin. How did me and Derek get together? You remembered what you and him did together that night, but not how you both ended up at his loft in the first place.

"(Y/N)," you heard him yawn after saying your name and lifted your head from the window to see him turning over in bed to look at you. His eyelids were heavy, there were bags under his eyes, and his hair was standing up all over his head. Just looking at him made your breath stop and you had to remember to answer him.

"Hey, you alright?"

"What're you doing up," he asked, sitting up, the cover falling from his chest.

"Nothing. Just thinking," you told him, smiling at the sound of sleepiness in his voice. If you could do it without waking him up, you would take at least fifty pictures of him in his sleep just to always have a reminder of how cute he looks when he''s tired and asleep.

"Oh," he rubbed his eyes tiredly, before throwing his arm out, holding his hand, palm up, to you. "Come on. Let's go back to sleep. You need to rest."

With a grin, you leaned off the glass and made your way to the bed. "You need to rest" was Derek's way of telling you "Get in the bed. I want to sleep and cuddle you."

As you got closer to the bed, he lowered his arm and pulled the cover back on your side of the bed for you. Crawling back into the bed, you grabbed his hand and watched as the growing always-present tension in the werewolf lessened. Laying his head back down on the pillow, he squeezed your hand and pulled your body closer to his, wordlessly asking you to cuddle with him.

Eagerly, you wrapped an arm around his middle and sighed as you felt the warmth of his body against yours.

That's how we got together, you finally remembered, closing your eyes and relaxing your body.

It was in the loft, in this bed.

You remembered patching him up after a fight. His healing was slower than usual, and you took it upon yourself to help him with a regular first aid kit.

"You didn't have to do this, (Y/N)," he told you, his voice soft and tired from the fight.

"It's fine," you told him, stitching his torso up and wiping any excess blood away. "It would've worried me all night wondering if you had fully healed or not."

At the moment you had felt his gaze on you, and gathering courage, you decided to meet his gaze. Lifting your head to look into his eyes, you were caught off guard by how close both of your faces were, noses almost touching.

Should I, you thought. Will I embarrass myself? Will I embarrass him? Maybe I should leave. Maybe I-

Before you could finish the thought, you felt his lips upon yours and after that, the night was something that you would never forget. Before he was worn out and tired, but he quickly gained energy for you.

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anyways, if you didn't catch them it's this one about Nanami and you dancing to a Latine playlist and this drabble about pan dulce and Nanami.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: moving away from the united kingdom was a big step for michael when he decided to live with you in your country. you come from a completely different ethnicity and culture from him, so he’s often curious about yours. even finding such beautiful happiness when you introduce your childhood traditions to him

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: michael afton x latino!gn!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: entirely fluff

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: my writing in spanish isn’t entirely good- I’ve spoken spanish my entire life and it’s my first language and have taken honors for spanish class since I was required to but I still suck at writing it well- so don’t get mad at me-

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫´𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: based on my own irl experience since I do this kind of thing with my family a lot <3 people badly wanted to read this so ima do a mini taglist, enjoy !!

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @the-only-child-of-the-universe @po1songore @petri-chor-bb @iluvoysters @fic-force-99 @joonsvibe

(m/y/c) = meat of your choice

So tired. You sighed to yourself.

Today was a really rough day. And instead of getting to spend some rest with Michael, he was finishing work up as well, exhausted as well. You looked towards the clock, watching the small hand move with small tics.

8PM.

"Cotorrito"

That's a new one for sure. You have never been the one to use many petnames, he is used to be called Zashi -he wont lie he still gets all giddy, his stomach full of butterflies when you call him that- but he isnt familiar with this one. Maybe it is common back at your country? It is obviously a spanish word, one that he has yet to learn the meaning. Hizashi doesnt understand spanish out of the few keywords and phrases you have oh so happily taught him and usually you will answer all his inquieres but the last time he ask you about the topic at hand...

Summary: The reader, Matt, Foggy, and Karen go to Josie’s to celebrate winning a case and the reader runs into a creep.

(The reader is 18+ and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

The bar is incredibly packed tonight, more so than usual, but that didn’t stop us from finding a table to sit at. After another successful win for Nelson & Murdock, Karen pitched the idea to go out for drinks. We sat at a table close to the pool table in case Foggy or Karen wanted to get up and play.

“You okay,” Matt asked me, pulling my chair out for me, before sitting down himself, the gentleman. He knew that sometimes being around a lot of people could make me feel shy and a bit anxious. I guess he could hear when my heartbeat would rise. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I told him, picking up his hand and giving it a light squeeze. He’s so protective of me. “Are you okay with the music?” Because of the extra people in the bar tonight, the music seemed to be lot louder than usual.

“I’m good,” he said, lifting our intwined hands, and placing a kiss on the back of mine.

“Oh God, here we go with these two,” I heard Foggy groan, and I rolled my eyes playfully at him.

“Shut up,” I said, before placing a kiss on Matt’s cheek, smiling when I saw him beginning to blush. 

The night was going great. The time went by so fast that none of us noticed that we stayed for almost two hours drinking and having fun. At one point, Foggy suggested moving our little party to the pool table and soon I found myself standing next to Karen and both of us were laughing at Matt and Foggy as they began arguing about who was in the lead with the game.

“How long you think they’ll argue for,” Karen asked me, chuckling as Foggy continued to claim that he was in the lead.

“Probably for a while,” I answered, taking the last sip of my drink, the effects only slightly affecting me. “Do you want another?” I asked, pointing to her glass which was almost empty.

“Sure, thanks,” She handed me the glass, still waiting for Matt and Foggy to quit their arguing.

Holding both of the glasses in my hand, I was about to ask the boys if they wanted more drinks but changed my mind. I think they’ve drunk enough. 

I quickly maneuvered my way through the bodies in the bar and made it to the counter, looking for Josie, hoping that she would recognize me instantly since me, Matt, Karen, and Foggy come here so often.

I was listening to the music, humming along to the song playing when I suddenly felt the presence of someone close to me. I turned and let out a sigh, hoping that it was one of them, but it ended being some random guy that was standing too close to me.

“Waiting for a drink,” He asked.

I nodded my head, still humming, hoping he would get the message that I wasn’t interested in a conversation.

“Are you new to Hell’s Kitchen,” He asked, leaning his side against the bar to completely face me,

Keeping my gaze forward, I shook my head and continued to be silent.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a hopeful smile appear on his face and instantly wanted to face palm myself, suspecting that he won’t be leaving me alone any time soon.

“You with anyone,” I suddenly felt his hand touch my arm and I jerked away from him.

“Everything alright,” He reached his hand out to touch my arm again and I finally turned to him. I opened my mouth to tell him off, when I heard the familiar sound of a cane tapping on the floor.

“Ow,” the man yelped as Matt’s cane suddenly hit him hard in his knee.

“So sorry, sir,” I looked to Matt and saw that he was really putting on the ‘Blind and clueless’ act and I tried my best not laugh.

“It’s fine,” the man said, looking angry, but keeping his cool because of Matt.

“Excuse me,” Matt began rudely nudging the man away from me, his shoulder sharply pushing the man away from the counter. He placed his hand on the counter and turned his head my way, and I could see the hint of a smile on his face. “You’re waiting to order a drink,” he asked, ignoring the man’s presence.

“Yeah,” I nodded, smiling at him.

The man let out a huff and walked away from the counter to somewhere else, and I could feel the laugh that I had pushed down earlier at him come bubbling up out of me.

“What was that, Murdock?”

“I heard your heartbeat rising quickly, and followed the sound of it,” he told me, smirking. “You okay?”

“Yep,” I looked around and noticed that Karen and Foggy were still talking to each other at the pool table

“What do you want,” I turned to see Josie walking over to us, frowning as usual.

Before I could answer her, Matt had already told her what we wanted, and she began fixing them. 

“Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet, he’s still in the bar, and he’s a little pissed.”

“Really? I wonder why,” I giggled. “Could it be because some blind guy hit him in the leg with a cane?”

“Maybe, but he deserved it,” he told me, still smirking.

“Here you go,” Josie placed the glasses on the counter in front of us and walked away, already knowing that Matt and Foggy have a long running tab. 

“Come on, my hero,” I said, grabbing the glasses. He folded up his cane and gently took hold of my upper arm and we walked back to the pool table where we heard Foggy and Karen laughing together.

“What took you so long,” Karen asked, taking one of the glasses.

“A creep at the bar,” I told her and took a sip of my own drink. “Matt made him leave.”

“Oh, Matt to the rescue,” Foggy said, lining up his stick with the ball.

A/N: fam carrie white deserves the world and we deserve to protect ultimate soft gf carrie white and realign our chakras. so have both-

carrie white x black fem!reader

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You’re one of the only black girls at the school and that means you’ve never let anyone mistreat you, not even over the slightest thing. This school and town are probably not the worst in the world but they can be a special sort of nasty and you’ve seen it. It’s why you’re always on guard. If you don’t give them the chance to hurt you they never will. 

You’re minding your own business one minute, contemplating weekend plans when you hear screaming from the other side of the locker room. It’s shrill and panicked and then there are answering screams of disgust and outrage. 

You’re still in your towel and all the noise makes you want to finish getting dressed as quickly as possible so you can avoid whatever problem is obviously brewing. You start digging through your locker for your clothes but there’s a hysterical quality to one of the voices. 

You contemplate what you’re going to do and then you slam your locker shut and roll back your shoulders, intent on investigating. If nothing’s wrong then nothing’s wrong. Just a bunch of teenage girls making a ruckus for no damn reason, still high off the energy of gym class. If something was wrong? Well then, you’d figure out what to do when you got there.

Something was very wrong. You arrive in time to see a small crowd forming which you start to push through, and then you notice the girls are chanting and throwing        period products?

Your nose scrunches up in confusion and then you realize crowds this rambunctious tend to only gather to taunt people. The ugly sneers on all the girl’s faces is further proof of that. You push to the very forefront of the group, now not being gentle in the slightest. Take satisfaction in the grunts of pain that accompany your elbows clearing a path for you. 

You see a girl cowering where she’s been backed into a corner of the showers and a girl you know is named Chris, fairly popular but entirely nasty, opening up the pad dispenser machine off the wall and about to toss more supplies to the cruel, wolf pack of girls.

You move on instinct, smacking her hands and causing her to drop all the pads she’s holding before she can throw them, “What the fuck is wrong with you, you psycho?” You shove her back as hard as you can and some random girl catches her before she can break her ass on the tile.

Now you can hear what they’re chanting, “plug it up!” over and over. You glance back at the girl you’re defending, a stranger to you, she’s whimpering. There’s blood on her shaking hands and she’s staring at it like she thinks she might be dying. You’d wonder for a second if she was seriously hurt but you can see where she’s bleeding from and the girls        well, context clues. 

You’re at a loss for words of why they’d react in such a way though. As if you don’t all have periods. The heartless bitches. You also wonder why the girl on the ground is acting that way. But the confusion leaves quickly and a deep anger and sympathy takes its place.

You puff yourself up, your heart making the real choice for you before your brain can, “Stop it you creeps! What’s wrong with you? Can’t you see she’s scared!” Towel comes off your body and you use it to whip at the girls in the very front. They’re screaming for a different reason now. You get one of them in the face and you grin seeing their skin go pink from it. “What are you a bunch of animals? I’ll treat you like animals if you want to act like animals! You kick mangy dogs when they act up! Y'all in the mood to get kicked? Huh?!”

The girls all screaming and you can still hear the poor girl behind you whimpering and whining. It makes you feel mean. Meaner than you’ve ever felt in your life. You scream at them and they all jump back. Miss Collins comes in and demands to know what’s going on, mostly looking at you. You shoot her a dirty look wondering where she was when they’d started their little circus. 

Instead of answering you go to kneel by the girl and she instantly grabs you, whimpering and confused. The confusion as she looks at the blood on her hands and then to you makes you finally realize and it only makes the whole thing worse. And now you recognize who the girl is too. Who else should it be but poor Carrie White? The forever scapegoat.

Your lips curl up in a snarl but you don’t want her seeing it, you school your face into something soothing instead, “it’s your period Carrie. Just your period. You’re fine. Nothing’s wrong.“ 

Miss. Collins is shouting now. At the girls, at you, at poor Carrie. Shouting in that way adults always do when they don’t understand what’s going on and it makes them mad. But you’re much more mad then she is so you shout back, “She’s got her period for the first time and that pack of animals started throwing shit at her! Get them out of here would you?! Leave! All of you! Get the hell out!“ 

Some of the girls have already left, scared off by your raw anger. The ones that hadn’t are ushered out by Miss. Collins. Carrie is crying and a light-bulb explodes overhead of the two of you. You rolls your eyes at shitty timing but tuck her close to you, ignoring all the skin on skin contact. If this was you, you’d want nothing more than to be held. “It’s alright, Carrie. I’ll explain everything to you but you’re fine. You just gotta calm down first.”

Once you calm her down you get her cleaned up. Miss. Collins tries to help instead so you can go back to your classes but Carrie is clinging to you and you pay the teacher no mind. You were raised and not dragged up from hell like some people. Your place for the rest of the day is by Carrie if that’s where she wants you. 

You explain periods in the way your Mother explained to you and explain even more when she seems confused, never getting angry or annoyed when she asks ‘why’ or ‘what’. She asks more questions the more you answer … like she’s shocked anyone will listen to her and has to ask everything she wants to know right now or she’ll never learn. This makes you angrier but you don’t react to that anger. You channel it healthily into helping her.

When she starts bending over, grabbing at her midsection and looking panicked again you simply hand her some pain pills and wrap an arm around her, “Those are the cramps I mentioned you might get. Most girls get them. Natural, Carrie. You’re fine         even if it hurts you’re fine. Normal.” 

The panic leaves her eyes as if everything you say is instantly truth. There’s so much raw trust there that it’s sad. You wonder if you’re the first person that’s been nice to the poor girl. You pull her in for a hug and she hugs back. “Thank you.” she mutters into the side of your neck and you only squeeze tighter. Sad she’s thanking you just for not being a monster. 

You walk her home that day even though she doesn’t quite let you walk her to the door. You’d stopped by the store on your way to her house and gotten her some of your own preferred period supplies since she obviously had yet to build a preference. She hadn’t had money and you shrugged her off as you paid for it and for a couple of treats. “Honey after the day you’ve had I think you deserve $15 dollars worth of treating yourself." 

When she comes to school the next day people are snickering at her and you walk her to and from every class, even the ones you don’t share with her. People snicker a little less. When you so much as hear a snort near the two of you, you whip your head around so fast it’ll probably hurt tomorrow morning. The look on your face could melt a fucking glacier. People look away. You put an arm around Carrie. 

You start to talk more and just the little things she tells you about her home life are enough to make you shiver. Two days of talking and you know all you need to know. Carrie looks at you with big, guileless eyes every time she opens her mouth to speak. You’re going to look out for her. You hold her hand as she’s talking and she looks down at it contemplatively before she links your fingers. They fit perfectly. 

When Tommy asks her to prom she says no and then comes running to you. You go running to look for Tommy and Sue. You’ve got Tommy pinned up against a locker before Sue intervenes and tries to explain herself. You’ve always been an excellent judge of character. Unfortunately that’s how you can tell she’s telling the truth about not meaning Carrie any harm. Telling the truth about her intentions, at least. 

After a calming breath you release Sue’s boyfriend and turn to her, expression still cold but not full of anger, "Don’t go doing Carrie any favors now, Snell. You weren’t looking after her in the locker room and you don’t need to start doing that now. The only thing you should do for Carrie is apologize to her. Not give her a sloppy seconds date for the night because you feel guilty and want to make a fucking martyr of yourself." 

You’re surprised when Snell actually has the guts to apologize to Carrie like you told her to. Pleased she does it in your presence and doesn’t try getting her alone first. Carrie leans against you the whole time and nods at the end of Sue’s speech. A timid thing. Not a denial or an acceptance but an acknowledgment. You smile, proud of her and the fact that she knows she doesn’t have to forgive. Shouldn’t forgive, even. When Sue is gone you tell her as much and the way she beams at you makes you hug her. 

It’s prom night and Carrie is going to be home alone. No entrance to prom without a date. A stupid rule and you know she’s upset. Had been moping all day about it. She hadn’t been asked, minus the Tommy incident. You had been but you’d declined. You had more important things to do. You had this to do. 

You knock on her window and give her a lazy little wave. When she unlocks it she pulls you through quickly, casting fearful glances at her bedroom door the entire time. You take care to whisper knowing why she looks so scared, "C'mon girl! I got my car parked down the street and we’re gonna party tonight.”

“Party?” Carrie asks quietly but you can see the interest in her eyes and the curiosity in her voice is undeniable (cute too. cute and innocent). 

“Private. You and me and what I assume will be your first sleepover. It’ll be fun. Much more fun than prom. Do you trust me?” A grin as you extend a hand to her, already shifting back out the window. She takes it quickly, like she’s scared you’ll actually leave her and that you’re not just teasing.

You run all the way to the car together, Carrie starting to giggle as soon as you’re not near her house. Her giggles start you giggling. By the time you’re in the car together she’s laughing her head off., cheeks gone red. A few streetlamps flicker as if in time with the rise and fall of her laughter. 

You watch movies she’s never seen before. Classics and personal favorites. Things her Mother wouldn’t let her watch in a million years. You dance to music she’s never heard but likes the beat of. At one point you even sway together, dancing in the way you would’ve if you’d gone to prom. You tell her this and quietly she goes, “But we would’ve been dancing with other people….this is better…. isn’t it?”. Sweetest words you’ve ever heard though you’re not quite sure how she means them. But her head finds the crook of your neck and she breathes easy and soft against your skin, so what is there to complain about in the moment?

You lend her pajamas that show off more skin than she’s used to and she blushes about it. You braid her hair and she tries to braid yours which leads to a real giggle fit from you both. You consequently ruin each other’s hair by the pillow fight you start with her which she seems a little too good at for a newbie. 

You’re awake until the early morning hours. The sun just starting to rise when she finally falls asleep. She’d been a live-wire the whole time, more bright and cheerful than you’d ever seen her. She’d been just a normal teenage girl, for one night with you. A taste of total normalcy. She’d fought off sleep as if she’d never wanted the night to end. As if she was afraid something like this would never happen again. 

“Don’t look so worried, Carrie. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.” You lay side by side, facing each other. You’re surprised when Carrie holds her hand out in the space between you two but take it anyway. She needs the affection. The love. You’ve got a lot of love in you and you’re going to give her all of it, “You fall asleep. You’ll wake up here, with me. And I’ll be here the day after that, and the day after that, and- well you get the picture.” You brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her eyes flutter close even as her grip gets tighter, “Promise?”

“Promise.” She falls asleep with a smile on her lips for the first time. 

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carrie white x latino male!reader

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You’re one of Tommy’s best friends. You’re there the second time Sue brings up Tommy taking Carrie to prom. You know, much like everyone else in school, what happened in the girl’s locker room.

Unlike everyone else (especially those who run with the popular crowd) you hadn’t found it the least bit funny. To run the risk of being dramatic you thought it was actually disgusting. You wonder how you seem to have more empathy for her as a guy than any of the girls who’d been involved in the bullying that day. Sue included, though she was trying now to make amends. 

It’s because she seems so genuine that you have to laugh when you take note of what she’s begging Tommy to do. You roll over onto your stomach, putting down your homework for a moment, “Sue that’s a terrible idea.”

“Oh and do you have a better one?” She snaps back, but it’s clear most of that is stress. Guilt. You’d almost feel bad for her but she deserves to feel a little guilty.

You sit in silence for a moment before you come to a sudden conclusion that you say out loud before you’ve really thought it through, “Yeah        I’ll take Carrie White to the prom." 

The room is quiet before Tommy starts laughing. You and Sue throw a pillow at him. He stops when he realizes you’re both serious. Sue is looking at you with a mix of suspicion and profound gratitude, "You’d take Carrie to prom? Why?”

“Tommy would have a terrible time with anyone but you and he deserves to actually have fun even if you did a shitty thing to Carrie. And her getting a pity date isn’t actually doing much for her, Sue.” Sue lowers her head looking guilty all over again and you get up to sit beside her, knocking your shoulders together, “I’ll take her. I wasn’t even gonna go so I’m not blowing anybody off! Plus I’ve seen her around …. she’s pretty cute, actually.”

“You’ll …. be nice to her, right? She deserves someone being nice to her.” Tommy wraps an arm around his girlfriend now and is giving you a grateful look. You want to roll your eyes. He’s acting like you’re a saint just for being willing to ask out a girl who’s never been anything but sweet to him (what girl doesn’t have a little bit of a crush on Tommy Ross?)

The reaction from your best friend seals it. You’re going to ask Carrie White to the prom and treat her like a princess. The girl has had the week from hell (and if some of the rumors are true — the life from hell) and deserves nothing less, “I’ll be way more than nice. Trust.”

You find her eating lunch alone. You’d expected that. Had even planned for it. With how people at this school have treated her anything too public and she’d think it was a set up for humiliation. When you approach her with flowers you picked that morning she looks around as if wondering if anyone else is outside but the two of you. 

“For me?” She asks quietly even as her fingers twitch in her lap, clearly wanting to take the bouquet from you. You smile at her and place them in her lap.

“For you.” She doesn’t know it but you’d picked them from the garden of Chris Hargensen, the ringleader of the nasty locker room incident. You’d only taken the best flowers and it makes you grin when Carrie sniffs them carefully, watching you with suspicious eyes the whole time. 

“Thought you might like them. Can I sit down?" 

You don’t ask her then. You just talk to her. Prom is in just a few days but you’re perfect strangers and she has every right to be a little afraid of strangers. Baby steps.

You walk her to class. Carry her books for her. You’re a protective shadow that she doesn’t seem to mind having around. The first day she’d been nervous, casting glances at you over her shoulder as if waiting for you to turn on her like a vicious animal. You don’t. 

You go on like this for two days, a new but non-obtrusive part of her life. You’re walking her home (part of the way) when she snaps, "Why are you doing this? What game are you playing with me?” She looks so genuinely hurt and upset that you gently grab her shoulders.

“I know it’s bad timing with….everything that’s been going on at school for you but I’m not playing a game with you, Carrie. I just want to take you to prom but hadn’t gotten around to asking yet.”

“Prom?”

“Yeah, prom. I want to take you to prom.”

“I don’t… I don’t think-”

“Is there another boy you’ve got in mind? I’ll fight him for you if you’d like.” She goes red in the face at the teasing and opens and closes her mouth for a moment, looking nervous. “Just think about it. Don’t answer yet. Tell me tomorrow, at school. For now just think about it.”

You walk her as far as she let’s you and then you stand on the sidewalk for a moment, silent and just looking at each other. You break the small stand off by leaning forward to kiss her cheek. Slowly enough that she can move away if she’d like, “I’ll see you tomorrow at school, alright Carrie?" 

She can’t say anything. Just stands there looking dazed and sweet. You quickly kiss the other cheek which makes her squeak. You try not to laugh as you pull away. Not at her … never at her, but at how cute she is. 

She says yes. She says yes and then gets embarrassed when you sweep her off her feet cheering. But she looks pleased too and she deserves this. To have a boy glad that she’s giving them the time of day.

You’re not acting either. Pretending just to ease Sue’s guilt-ridden mind. Or doing a favor for Tommy. Giving her a pity date. You like her. You really like her. She’s intuitive, pretty, and the sweetest girl you’ve ever met.  You don’t know what everyone else sees when they look at her but it can’t be what you see. Otherwise she’d be the sweetheart of everyone’s eye. 

You don’t actually care what anyone else sees. You’ve never really been part of the crowd, a follower. You stand out in your own way, differently than Carrie but still different. You just want her to see what you see. 

"What color dress are you wearing?” You ask, wrapping an arm around her and grinning at how red she goes. You wonder if she’ll always go that color when you hold her (and you are thinking beyond prom already. already thinking of asking her to be your girlfriend-)

“Why?” She mutters, doing her best to not make eye contact.

“Cause I have to match you. What kind of date would I be if I clashed with you?" 

You pick her up wearing a pink tie. You came to the door prepared to meet her Mother because you refused to have her walk down the street to your car when the proper thing to do is pick her up from her door. Instead Carrie answers. You stand there for a second just blinking at her before you clear your throat and hand her, her corsage, "You look beautiful, Carrie." 

You arrive together and puff up like a peacock at the looks you two get. Plenty of people do double takes when they realize who you have on your arm tonight. You tell her that too, let her know the only reason people are staring is because she looks so pretty. She folds herself into your arms which makes you chuckle at her.

It’s a lot of convincing before you can get her to dance with you but once you do you move perfectly together. From the slow dances to the quick and upbeat ones. Carrie seems to like the slower ones more, clinging close in a way that seems self-conscious, like she needs to feel safe in this crowd of people. While you like the clinging you don’t quite like the reason. You like the faster ones where you twirl and spin her and get to watch her laugh. 

You’re surprised to find your names on the ballot for prom queen and king but as soon as you see Carrie’s quiet delight you check the box off besides your names before she can protest. "It’d be a shame for the prettiest girl in school to not get her crown, huh?" 

Despite your own popularity and budding affection towards Carrie it’s somewhat of a shock when you’re announced the winner. Something doesn’t feel quite right. You’re caught up in Carrie’s sweet disbelief in an instant though. Still — something is still off. Your take in the faces of the people around you and find a similar expression on the faces of Sue and Tommy. 

Something is up, that much you know, but what’s up is an entirely different beast. Sue and Tommy move closer to the stage and disappear from your line of sight. 

For a moment it’s just you and Carrie on stage and the unwelcome plus one of feeling all too alert. You kiss her forehead fondly and she sags into you, looking like a princess.

You smile at her as she takes the flowers she’s offered but a movement from the side of the stage catches your eye. Tommy and Sue being dragged roughly away from the stage by Miss Collins but they’re not too focused on fighting her. Instead they’re waving you down, intent on getting your attention. They point upwards frantically and you take the hint. Glancing up you see a bucket. You do a double take. The bucket is aimed over Carrie mostly and there’s a string attached to it. 

Your blood boils but you keep an award winning smile on your face. You don’t know where the string leads or who intends to pull it. Better to play it cool. You do so quickly. You need to move quickly. So you go for shock and awe. You pull Carrie in for a kiss, and tug her with you so you’re back behind the stage. Wolf whistles come up from the crowd but you can’t see them now. When you pull away from her Carrie looks shocked but is smiling up at you like she’s having the best day of her life. 

That’s why you make the quick choice that she can’t know part of that might be someone’s idea of another cruel joke. 

The principal comes behind the stage looking exasperated, the ceremony and pageantry of everything isn’t done yet. You kiss Carrie again, "Just one second, sweetheart." 

You pull the principal as far away as you can get from Carrie before you peak around the other side of the stage where you can point out the bucket. The man’s never been that smart but he catches on quickly. One pat on the shoulder tells you he’ll take care of it.

You go back to Carrie grinning and lead her back to your table, giving her some excuse about one of the lights having seemed loose to someone and they wanted you two off the stage to fix it briefly. Not your best work but she’s so high on the energy of the night she takes your explanation without second thought.

You distract her further by playing with her hand and whispering endless sweet nothings to her. You have to lean in to be heard over the music they’ve started playing again.

You don’t stop until you see the principal dragging Chris and her delinquent boy toy away from the stage. You can see someone carefully removing the bucket from where it hangs over the stage as well. A liquid sloshes out that’s dark red. You grind your teeth in repressed anger. 

Chris glares fire at Carrie as she’s pulled by but you take Carrie by the chin before she can notice the girl and just smile at her softly. Behind Carrie’s head you flip Chris off.

Ten minutes later you’re back on stage with Carrie and there’s a fresh round of applause from the crowd. You see a few faces that look put out and take note of them, wondering how many of them were in on Chris’ attempted little trick. But Carrie’s hand is in yours, and you and Tommy can deal with those problems later.

summary: tom’s glad he came up with the idea of going to a club

warnings: drinking, some sexual themes ig, hispanic/latino!reader (i hope i’m using the right word omg correct me if i’m wrong please!!)

words: 786

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HE WALKED INTO THE CLUB, his mates following behind him as he scanned his eyes around the room, taking in the already vibrant setting. people were all over the place, some sitting at the tables and bar, but most of them were moving blobs on the dance floor. he could only see the bodies silhouettes as the neon lights shone on them.

harrison patted his shoulder, walking up beside him,”wanna grab something to drink?”

he nodded, following harrison over to the bar. harrison ordered the both of them regular beers, starting off safe. while waiting for the bartender, tom’s eyes scanned the dance floor, his eyes landing on you and your friend as the two of you danced to the song playing.