💘 There's No One Like Sweet Pete 💘
Story time! This time... YOU'RE the star! This was so much fun to write, like, soooo much fun. What happens when you & Sweet Pete cross paths? Let's find out...! I hope you enjoy it, @thebitchwhoneverlands! This one's for you! It's all under the cut, as usual.
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The Birthday Party
Your friend Jimmy had invited you out to a dinner for his good friend Sweet Pete’s birthday. It was a surprise party for Pete, and unfortunately, he didn’t have a lot of friends, so Jimmy and Bob were inviting a few extras to make the evening more fun. You had heard some less than innocent things about this guy, but decided that it couldn’t hurt to go to a dinner party.
You arrived at Chez Platypus at 7 o’clock on the dot, and told the waiter that you were there for the party for Pete. He led you to a table for twelve, at which Jimmy and some others were already sitting.
“Here, why don’t you sit here, (y/n)?” Jimmy said, ushering you into the chair between himself and the one that was reserved for the birthday boy himself.
“A-are you sure? Next to him?” You asked, a little trepidation in your voice. You didn’t even know Pete!
“Just trust me. You’ll love him!” Jimmy replied.
With a shrug, you took the seat, and not a minute too soon, because just then, Bob the Viking walked in with Sweet Pete.
“Surprise!!” The table cheered, yourself included.
And Pete certainly did look surprised. He scanned the table, and his heart hurt a little to see that at least half of the guests were complete strangers, and there were even some empty chairs. “Oh!! Hahah, thanks…” Pete smiled, appreciating the kind gesture. You could see that there was some sadness behind his smile, and felt bad for him, crime boss or not.
He took a seat beside you and you cleared your throat quietly. You were nervous, but you really weren’t sure why.
“Jimmy, Bob, you guys set all this up?” Pete asked.
“Yup! We know you never do nothin’ for your birthday, so we wanted to change that!” Jimmy replied with a smile.
Pete nodded and took a look at the menu. Truth be told, he didn’t really like birthdays. It just reminded him that he was getting older, and getting older was his least favourite thing in the world. It made him sad, and reminded him of all the opportunities that were taken away and would never be his.
Everyone placed their orders, and soon enough the food came out. Jimmy and Bob were doing most of the talking, since they were Pete’s closest friends. Mostly they were sharing silly stories about the three of them, and you sat, listening, but also worrying about the guy next to you. You could tell he wasn’t in a good mood, despite seeming to like the meal.
During a lull in the conversation, you finally decided to speak to him. “So, um, you make movies, huh?” You asked with a smile. “Th-that’s what Jimmy told me. I think that’s really cool. I used to want to be an actor myself…”
“Yeah, well, don’t bother, kid,” Pete replied, taking a sip of his Coke.
That hurt more than you’d expected. You frowned and returned to eating. “Oh, okay… Sorry to bring up work…” You said softly, glancing at him from the side now.
Pete bit his lip and cut into the steak he was eating. It was then that you accidentally spilled your lemonade all over his lap!
“Ugh!!” Pete groaned out loud, standing up quickly. His iconic green outfit was rather soaked now. “Really?” He looked at you incredulously. It made you want to cry.
“I–!” You squeaked. “I’m so sorry!” You pushed in your chair and quickly excused yourself, hurrying out to the front of the restaurant, crying.
“Hey, hey, she didn’t mean to, Pete, it was an accident,” Bob assured him, handing him a napkin. Meanwhile, Jimmy followed you outside to talk to you.
“I don’t even know half ‘a these people!” Pete blurted out in frustration, looking like he was going to cry himself.
Jimmy put a paw on your shoulder. “Aw, c’mon, (y/n)... It’s okay, he’s not really angry at you. I’m sorry he reacted that way. Pete can be a little touchy. It’s not you.”
You sniffled and wiped your tears away, looking up at the snow bear. “H-he didn’t have to be so rude…”
At that moment, Pete himself stormed out of the restaurant, and you could almost swear you saw a tear running down his cheek. He was booking it, and Bob was trying to keep up with him.
“Oh, geez,” Jimmy sighed, shaking his head. “I guess the party’s over. I better go pay these guys. Will you be alright?”
You nodded, composing yourself now. “Mhm, thanks for dinner anyway, Jimmy.”
The bear smiled and went back into the restaurant, and you started on home to your apartment. But you couldn’t help wondering about Pete. Surely it wasn’t you that upset him so terribly…
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Groceries
A few weeks after the party incident, you were grocery shopping in the Uncanny Valley’s biggest grocery store. This place had everything you could possibly need, and a little cafe, too. After paying for your groceries, you grabbed the bags– three large bags, mind you, and you only had two hands– and headed for the door. With a bag in each hand, the third was in between your arms, and obscured your vision slightly.
It really shouldn’t have been surprising when you bumped right into someone! Someone strong but squishy!
“Whoa! Sorry there,” a familiar, deep voice said, steadying you.
You lowered the bag to see who else but Sweet Pete! You blushed immediately. He was smiling at you, and he actually looked very cute. “Oh! N-no, I’m sorry, I couldn’t see where I was going!”
“That’s alright,” the man chuckled softly. “Here,” he took the third bag from you, “need a hand with these?”
You smiled gratefully and nodded. “Thank you! If you don’t mind, Sweet Pete…”
“Hah! Ya know me?” He smiled, raising an eyebrow as he walked beside you.
Oh my gosh, you thought, he doesn’t even remember. “Yeah! I was the one who spilled lemonade all over you at your party…” If you were blushing before, you were blushing twice as hard now.
“Oh!” Pete scratched the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish at remembering the incident. “Boy, that… Yeah, uh, I’m sorry for shoutin’ at ya… I shouldn’t’a done that. Thanks for comin’. I appreciated it.” He spoke sincerely. He wasn’t sarcastic at all. In all honesty, Pete was only so tense that night because his birthday was such a sad reminder of his past, and on top of it, the turnout also showed him just how few true friends he had.
“That’s okay,” you smiled kindly at him. “By the way, I don’t think I even introduced myself that night. My name’s (y/n)!”
“Well it’s nice to meet ya, (y/n)! Nice name,” the man smiled, his warm brown eyes sparkling as he looked at you. “Where we takin’ these groceries anyway?”
“Just up the street here, to my apartment. My family’s coming to visit soon, so I had to buy a little extra in order to make dinner,” you explained.
The two of you shared pleasant conversation as you walked, and you realized he was actually quite charming, and, like his name implied, sweet. You were so happy you had another chance to meet him. Pete brought you right up to your front door.
“Well, this is my place!” You chirped. “If you’d like to come in, you’re welcome to. I can make you something.”
“Really?” He smiled. Pete was really starting to like you. “If you’re sure ya don’t mind!”
“Of course! C’mon!” With that, the two of you went into your apartment and you fixed him a wonderful lunch.
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Thank You
More weeks had passed since you and Sweet Pete had quite literally bumped into each other at the store. And quite a lot had changed since then, too!
There was a knock on your door, and you hurried to open it, which revealed a smiling Pete! “Hiya dollface!” He greeted you, leaning in to give you a kiss as he entered the apartment. You loved his kisses. “I’m so glad ya wanted to do a movie night. I brought a good one,” he pulled it out from behind his back. “Beauty and the Cursed Dog Man!” Pete chuckled warmly.
“Fantastic! I’ve been wanting to see that one!” You chirped. “And I got the popcorn all ready!” You grabbed the big bowl of popcorn and set it on the coffee table by the couch.
The last few weeks had been the happiest of Sweet Pete’s life, on par with his childhood, if not even better. Ever since you fell for each other, he felt a new sense of purpose, and very, very loved.
After putting the DVD into the player, Pete took a seat on the couch and smirked at you, patting his thigh as an invitation to sit with him.
You happily curled up on your sweet boyfriend’s lap, wrapping your arms around one of his own. He was so soft, yet so strong, and not to mention warm and comforting. He was really perfect in every way, and you loved so much to be cuddled up close to him like this. He loved it too.
Pressing play on the remote, the two of you snuggled in to watch the movie that Sweet Pete himself had produced. He liked that you were proud of his work, and he found that it was a pleasure to share it with you.
Halfway through the movie, Pete looked down and noticed that you had fallen fast asleep, your head pressed against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, and it had lulled you off into dreamland, with the comfort and reward of knowing that it belonged to you.
“Aww, sweetheart…” Pete kissed the top of your head, gently rubbing your back. With his free hand, he turned off the television, and then wrapped you up safely in his arms. He’d be happy to wait to finish the movie another time, he just loved being with you. And just softly enough that you could hear, he whispered, “I love you, (y/n). Thank you… for everything.”
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