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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter three rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peter’s greatest love and Spiderman’s greatest enemy

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Peter arrived at the Avengers tower with a little pep in his step. His new neighbor was on his mind and he couldn’t get her off. He knew it was a long shot, after all you’d only had one conversation, but he felt like there was a connection between you. You were awkward, he was awkward. What more does a relationship need?

Tony was quick to notice the change in Peters mood. A dreamy smile crept across his face every now and then while Tony was trying to explain something about his nanotechnology.

“Alright Underoos, whats on your mind? A girl? Boy? That gorgeous Aunt of yours? Oh wait no, that’s what’s on my mind.” Tony smirked, making a blush paint Peters cheeks.

“Nothing sir. Sorry, I’ll pay attention.” Peter answered quickly. Tony scanned Peter up and down skeptically.

“So its a girl. Alright. Who is she?” Tony asked, motioning for Peter to sit down with him.

“This girl moved in across the hall from me about a week ago. I’d see her on the stairs sometimes, or in the lobby. She’s beautiful, Mr. Stark. I mean, really beautiful. And I know girls are a lot more than their appearance, trust me, but I can never look away. It’s like God made a perfect batch of cookie dough, and then made a perfect cookie cutter, and then hand made her just for me. There’s just, there’s something about her. I feel like I’ve always known her, and I don’t even know her yet. She knocked on my door this morning and I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her through the peephole. I played dumb and acted like I didn’t know she lived across the hall.” Peter started to explain. A twinge of embarrassment struck him at the memory of what he said to you.

“Oh God. You said something stupid, didn’t you?” Tony inquired, noticing the look of embarrassment on Peters face as he recalled their conversation. Tony leaned on his hands like a child, this stuff exciting him more than anything.

“I insulted her dead father and called him smelly.” Peter admitted, and Tony laughed.

“But she found it funny and agreed with me.” Peter quickly followed up.

“Wow. Normally I’d say there’s no coming back from that, but she seems like a keeper. So, are you gonna throw on your Spidey suit and take her for a ride around the city? Works with all the ladies.” Tony wiggled eyebrows, but Peter shook his head.

“No. Spider-Man isn’t a party trick or some tactic to pick up girls. Plus, I want her to like me for me. That’s why I invited her over for dinner tonight.” Peter answered. Tony looked down at his hands, not wanting Peter to see how proud he was. He couldn’t let Peter get too cocky.

“That was a test and you passed.” To y quipped. “Alright, spider child, you have my blessing. But no funny business tonight. If I find out I’m gonna have to design nanotech baby clothes, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Peter blushed at the mere thought of what Tony was implying and spent the rest of his time at the tower going over missions to get you off his mind.

You arrived at Peters at 6:07. You were done getting ready at 5:45, and sat in the living room on your phone until you were slightly late. You didn’t want to be early, like some loser. Or even worse, on time. You had to be fashionably, but not rudely, late.

You knocked on Peters door at 6:07 and waited. The door swung open instantly, as if he’d be waiting right behind.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He stated. “I’ll let you decide if I was waiting at the door for you or if I’m just really fast. “

He had successfully broken the ice, and you gave kudos to him for trying.

You, on the other hand, were drawing a blank. You had no idea what to say and you were a reporter for crying out loud. You didn’t get tripped up on my words, but something about Peter Parker and that damn collared shirt rendered you unable to formulate a thought. All you could do was stand there and smile at him. You felt like you were standing weirdly and all the sudden had no idea where to put your hands. Do you leave them at your sides? That felt too stiff and soldier-like. But where else would they go? You were pretty sure every brain cell had left your body at that point, leaving you defenseless.

“You look nice.” Peter blurted, interrupting the awkward silence that had settled between you. Even he seemed surprised by his statement. You looked down and shrugged. You looked as nice as a lazy person who didn’t fully unpack their clothes could look. You had on a casual grey dress that was made of some sort of t-shirt material, and your hair was in a loose bun with a few curls framing your face. Peter took in your appearance with what looked like approval. Then you noticed Peters gaze falling to your feet.

“Converse with a dress.” He noted. “Bold move.”

You felt your personality re-enter your body, finally, and nodded.

“Oh yeah. You know me. Quirky and cool and not like other girls.” You joked as you clicked your heels together. “You look nice too. Very…Freddie Benson.”

Freddie Benson? Who the hell makes an ICarly reference to compliment someone? This night was going downhill fast and you regretted ever knocking on his door.

“Dude. You’re tanking.” Venom said in your ear, you had to agree. This couldn’t be going worse.

But lo and behold, Peters beautiful laugh filled your ears once again.

“That’s what I was going for!” He cheered. “My friend Ned always teases me for wearing sweaters and button downs but he just doesn’t have the vision.”

“Come in.” He suddenly stepped aside and gestured inward. “Dinners almost ready.”

Peters apartment looked just like yours, but much more homey. You saw his baby pictures on the wall, coupled with pictures of him and his parents through the years. You noticed a framed picture of a different couple on the coffee table. They resembled Peter but you didn’t see them in any photos with him past the age of around 7. There was a candle next to the frame, as well as a ceramic cross. You quickly looked away, not wanting to overstep.

“You must be Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.” You heard a woman’s voice from behind you. You turned around and saw a woman in high pants and a yellow tank top, recognized her from the pictures with Peter.

“I am. It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Parker.” You said politely and shook her hand.

“Please.” She shook your hand. “Call me May.”

“May.” You repeated with a smile.

You turned around and saw Peter pulling out a chair for you, so you sat down while May finished preparing dinner. You offered to help, being the polite ass bitch that you were, but May insisted that you were the guest. A plate of “meatloaf” was soon placed in front of you and Peter. The term “meatloaf” is used very loosely. It looked more like an old shriveled brain. Peter made eye contact with you and winked.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” He whispered. He glanced at May, who was busy pouring the drinks, before leaning in closer and whispering, “it’s way worse.”

You playfully kicked Peter under the table and he giggled, quickly masking the sound with a drink of water.

“So, Y/N, where do you go to school?” May started the conversation. You took a bite of meatloaf, nearly died, and swallowed before answering.

“I’m actually taking a gap year before I start my junior year at Berkeley.” You told her. “And I work part time as a reporter.”

“That’s a very good school.” She complimented. “And I thought you looked familiar. I’ve seen your show on YouTube.”

“I haven’t.” Peter realized. “What’s it called?”

“The L/n Report.” You answered. “I started it my freshman year and it just kinda took off.”

“Oh. I’ve read some of yoru articles, but I haven’t seen the show.” Peter realized. “I can’t believe you do that. That’s really cool. You’re really cool.”

“Thank you.” You winked at him, not used to being praised for your work.

“Peter told me about your father.” May changed the subject. “I’m so sorry to hear that he passed. He left the apartment to you?”

“He did.” You nodded. “And it’s all right. We were estranged anyway.”

“It must be so different living alone in a city.” May sighed. “Did you dorm while at Berkeley?”

“No, I lived with my boyfriend.” You shook your head. Peter began choking on his water at the mention of a boyfriend and May shot him a look.

“Peter. Manners.” She said sternly.

“Boyfriend?” Was all he managed to say between coughs and sputters.

Oh great. Time for this conversation.

“Ex-boyfriend.” You corrected. “I got him demoted to traffic duty for two weeks and he wasn’t too happy about it.”

“He broke up with you over that?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “That’s gotta be the dumbest reason for a breakup I’ve ever heard.”

“May I ask how you got him demoted?” May wondered.

“Well, I’m an investigative reporter, and my ex, Andy, is a cop.” You began. “I looked at some classified files on his computer and used them against someone.”

“Carlton Drake, right?” She realized the story sounded familiar. “I read about that. Your exposé about him was everywhere.”

“Didn’t he die in his own rocket?” Peter asked you, fully invested in the story.

“Yea. I was there. Me and…my friend.” You caught yourself before almost mentioning Venom.

“Gosh I read that story forever ago.” May recalled. “It was all over the news here. I remember Peter ranting to me that this girl was straight out of high school and already taking down shady guys in San Francisco. You were obsessed with the article, remember Peter? I’m pretty sure you hung it up.”

Peter, you guessed it, turned bright red.

“I just thought you were cool. You know, taking down bad guys and all at such a young age. It really inspired me.” Peter explained. He suddenly looked panicked, like he said too much, and you wondered what it inspired him to do.

“Thank you Peter.” You smiled fondly. “How old are you anyway?”

“19. I’ll be 20 on August 10th.” He said proudly. “What about you?”

“He’s legal.” Venom whispered in your ear. You couldn’t even be mad at her, you were thinking the same thing.

“I’m 20.” You told him, and smile crept across his face.

“And this boyfriend, where is he now?” May asked. May wasn’t blind to what was happening between her nephew and this new neighbor and knew that’s what Peter was dying to ask.

“I would very much also like to know that.” Peter said, almost robotically. He leaned in closer and stared at you while he awaited the answer.

“He’s engaged, actually.” You said between sips of water, making Peter sigh in relief. “To a friend of mine. They’re getting married this summer.”

It was the first time you said those words out loud. You didn’t feel sad, like you thought you would. You didn’t really know how you felt. The smile that broke out on Peters face gave a clear indication on how he felt, though.

“That’s great. I mean, not great great. Great for him, I mean. It’s always good to move on. Wether it be with an old friend or a brand new one. Maybe it’s with someone you just met. You never know. Things just happen between the most random of people. Could be a stranger. Or, or, hear me out, it could be less of a stranger. Like a barista, or a mailman or a…a neighbor.” Peter stumbled over his words, the last part coming out very quietly. “I’m sorry that things didn’t work out though. Between you and him, I mean. ”

“Thanks.” You shrugged. “It was tough at first but, I’m okay now. He wasn’t the one.”

“When you do find the one, you’ll know. I knew almost immediately that Ben was the one. I saw him and my heart said “that’s the one you’ve been looking for” and I believed it.” May sighed wistfully. You could see her eyes glistening behind her glasses and did something rather bold. You put your hand on top of hers and squeezed. She gave off this loving motherly vibe that you had only seen in movies but never felt for yourself. May gave you the warmest smile and squeezed your hand back.

“That’s lovely May. Although, I always thought when you met the one, your heart wouldn’t say that it’s been looking for that person. I always thought it would say ‘welcome home’, or something like that. You know? Like, you’ve always known them. I don’t know though. Maybe I’ve just seen The Princess Bride one too many times.” You shrugged.

“Ah. That’s a classic in this household.” May recalled. “Peter would refuse to go to bed without watching it.”

“Because it’s a cinematic masterpiece.” Peter sassed. “You’re trying to embarrass me by pointing out that even as a child I had impeccable taste? Oh please.”

You laughed at his remark, making May noticed the smile that broke out on Peters face when he succeeded in making their new neighbor laugh.

May looked at you for a while with a content smile on her face before saying, “Yeah. I suppose you do have good taste.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #iron man #peter parker imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker x venom!reader #venom!reader

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imxeracus · 4 years

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Baby Steps

Pairing: Gruvia ofc Inspired by FT 100 Years Quest Chapter 58. Sorry I took so long! But here’s one for the books. :) I used the “I’m glad you’re safe” part because a lot of people did the ballroom reference. I might do that one day but not now haha. Also about the places I’m not really accurate okay. I didn’t go check where everyone was exactly so please don’t attack me on it. Here you guys go anyway. Enjoy hopefully? Also this became too long I’m sry ––––––––––– “Damn, this town is confusing.” Gray and Juvia sat down on a bench nearby, panting heavily. Before this were running across the streets looking left and right for any signs of their own guild members. They were surprised that they cannot find any in sight as they were just together not too long ago. It did not help that they were just fighting earlier on as well. Juvia was thirsty, and she wondered if Gray – well, was thirsty too after all that and wanted to suggest he ought to drink some water. Her water, to be exact. She blushed at the thought of it. She did not mean anything else but it did seem a little awkward and she worried that it would ruin the mood they have been having. She shook her head. No, she thought. Gray-sama wouldn’t get turn off just because of this right? Things are different now between him and Juvia – maybe, but still…. She took a glance at him and sees that he Is still trying to catch his breath when Juvia already managed to compose herself. Without further ado she reached out for his shoulder to inquire when a voice was heard in both of their minds. “Gray, Juvia, are you guys alright? where are the both of you?” This voice.. “Warren! Is that you?” Gray spoke up in surprise. “Glad to hear you guys are alright. We are over at the west side of this town, where Natsu is. We went to find him.” “That explains why you guys were not near us! We’ll head over there now. Thanks man.” “See you guys.” With that Warren shut down his telepathic powers and Gray got up almost immediately, Juvia following suit. He did not seem to be panting anymore, but excited to go back to where everyone else were. The duo continued to walk their way towards the west side, the distance way further than they expected. However, they eventually reached and sure enough saw them all, gathered around a battered, but very cheerful pink dragon slayer. They were observing the scene — where Lucy was on the brink of crying as Natsu consoled her with a pat on the head. Juvia’s heart went giddy at the sight of it as she recalled how Gray also did something similar to that. She smiled to herself as she touched her own cossack hat, not daring to look at Gray to wonder if he felt the same. “’Yer look like a freak, smiling to yourself like that.” She felt a huge weight on top of her head as her body sunk down a little in surprise, and looked at the person who caused it with fondly discontentment. “Gajeel-kun.” “Yo.” Gajeel smirked. “Guess you two got ‘em good, huh?” “Gajeel! I was wondering where you wen- Oh, Gray and Juvia are back too!” Levy came and proceeded to hug Juvia with care, not hurting her belly. “I’m so glad the two of you are safe!” “Juvia’s glad too that everything worked out fine in the end.” “How did you guys defeat him? Was it with the power of love?” Levy grew a suspicious smile as Juvia blushed and mumbled incoherently at that bold statement, unsure of what to say. She wanted to say that it was, but Gray was rather vague and did not mention the word “love”. Even though she was rather confident it was, but she did not immediately dare to say so. Before she could think of saying anything, Gray cleared his throat and it caught the rest of their attention. His head was hung low, daring himself to glance at Juvia with a look that she could not comprehend as he quickly looked away. “I’m gonna go rest for abit.” With that he took his leave, leaving all of them and Juvia, confused. He looked as if he wanted to tell her something but did not. What did his look meant? “Guess Ice Boy has some ants in his pants.” Levy lightly smacked him and reprimanded him for his rude statement, as Juvia walked away. She was curious yet concerned as to what he wanted to tell her. However, the bluenette decided to shake it off as went to rest. The guild was planning to host a celebration tonight before leaving the next day. With nothing much packed, she wore her usual outfit and was relieved to see everyone doing the same. She was worried that it was going to be something grand and did not want to look plain — however this was her guild, she should have known it was going to be casual with lots of brawling involved. She caught sight of her beloved as he was having his usual brawl with Natsu before the reequip mage came and put it to an end, rendering them defeated and begging for her mercy. She giggled at the sight of it and went to take a drink herself as she sat with Cana, Lucy and Levy for the night. They were talking about the mother-to-be as the bookworm was expecting in a few months time. Juvia smiled as they converse, though she could not help but feel a little envious whenever she heard about her iron dragon slayer friend ironing out his life well with a partner and eventually, becoming a father himself. She glanced at Gray from afar and wondered if they would reach that point of becoming lovers. Recently, things have been different for them despite him leaving her for the quest temporarily. She never knew the reason why, but today got her mind in circles. She’s my power to live. I’m glad you’re safe. .... I’m gonna go rest for abit. Juvia shook it off and knew that if Gray did not want to talk about it, she could never force him. Though she silently wished in her heart that he would tell her more. Eventually, the night passed but instead of staying back to drink with the rest, she decided that it was time to go as she would be leaving early the next day. She began to walk back in peaceful silence with her head titled downwards, deep in thoughts about her beloved ice mage. Juvia sighed as she wondered how she would to face him tomorrow. If possible, the bluenette did not want to leave before getting the clarification she so desired. “I didn’t think you’d be excusing yourself this soon.” Juvia turned in surprise to see none other than Gray Fullbuster – the man who has been in her thoughts – in flesh himself. “Juvia didn’t think it’d be wise to get wasted again before leaving tomorrow, what about you Gray-sama?” She quickly smiled as his eyes rolled in immediate response to her question.

“Me? No way in hell I’m gonna go through the Christmas drama again.” She giggled at how typical his response was, while Gray soften his gaze on her as she did so. He slightly blushed, knowing that what he mentioned was only half true. “Well...” The ice mage scratches the back of his neck, feeling a little nervous. “I also–um, saw you going out.” “Eh–? Gray-sama saw Juvia?” He saw her the moment she was feeling flustered earlier on. He heard her faint laughter from afar as he brawled with Natsu. He saw her as she went to sit with the girls. He saw her leaving the place with a saddened look on her face, which hurt him so badly. His eyes became half lidded as he pulled her right wrist gently with his left hand, hearing a small gasp leave her lips. Little did she know – he too had been wondering how to talk to her before she goes back. He too, wanted her to know more about his feelings, but it was a challenge for a person like him. I was looking at you the whole time, Gray thought to himself, but struggled to get the words out of his mouth. Too many years has it been building up his own wall of ice, that it became difficult for him to tear it back down. “Baby steps.” He managed. “Let’s take baby steps together.” He looked up instantly when her body became feeble from his grasp to find Juvia in her lovestruck state. “G-G-Gray-sama wants to have a baby with Juvia!?” “I-I didn’t mean THAT!” Gray quickly defended as he tried to shake it off her with his hands on her shoulders, beet red as a tomato. “ Calm down Juvia! I want us to work out but I can’t go all the way yet!” Juvia eventually compose herself and Gray slapped his forehead, sighing as he wondered why did he not think through his words more. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die somewhere, but knew there was no turning back on the things he said. “What I mean is–um–I know I promised you an answer. I made you wait for so long and I know you want this to work. I-I want the same.” Juvia’s heart melted at the sincerity of his voice as he went on. “I know it would take a long time being the fool I am, but I want us to take small steps to our relationship. I’m really bad at my words, Juvia. I’m really bad at public affections but–um–” He nervously took her hand in his and gulped loudly, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. “This is okay for a start?” He averted his gaze. It was too much for him to bear after his grand speech. She too flushed at his actions, but managed to smile softly and squeezed his hand in response. “Yes, Gray-sama.” They began to walk together hand in hand back, feeling each others’ warmth. She looked at Gray’s back as he was ahead of her slightly and could tell how red he was by the ears. Her heart squeezed, knowing he was trying hard for her sake and she appreciated it. The water mage smiled to herself as could not believe how a simple journey back to her room became unexpectedly pleasant. “When I get back, maybe we should have a d-date or something.” And it could not get any better than this.

#gruvia #fairy tail #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #gruvia fanfiction #ft #by imxeracus #;-;#edit:omg i just noticed so mistakes in this fanfic i wanna crawl in a hole and die somewhere

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leelee10898 · 5 years

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Born to Love you: Spell bound (1/?)

Leo & Alicia, what really happened....

This is from the CGW(Cordonians gone wild)universe. A collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @cocomaxley @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself.

If you have not yet read the original when Leo met Alicia, you should do so. References will be made from that, and events will coincide with it. You can do so HERE

Santorini

Leo opened his eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room. The sound of ringing coming from across the room. He jumped up digging through his pants. “Hello? Liam is that you?”

“Yes its me, where the hell are you?”

“I'm not really sure at the moment?” He held the phone between his face and shoulder, tugging his jeans on.

“What do you mean you don't know where you are? I thought you were in Santorini.” Liam sighed, Leo could picture him pinching the bridge of his nose, which made him chuckle at the thought. “I am, I just don't know exactly where or who's house i'm at, right now.”

“Jesus Leo. Look, i'll be there April 9th to come get you. That gives you a month to get your shit on order.” Leo looked at the phone confused. “for what? Ooooh, the wedding, right. How long you need me for again?”

“yes the wedding. Your the best man Leo. Look if you don't want to do it, I can always ask-”

“NO! I told you, I want to do it Liam. I'll be ready.” Leo heard shuffling outside the door. “Hey, I gotta go Li, I'll talk to you later. And i'll be ready for the wedding, don't worry.” Leo hung up the phone, he slipped his shoes on and pulled his shirt over his head.

“oooo a wedding, I love weddings. I could be your date.” The woman spoke as she walked in the room. “yeah, you're not going.” Leo snorted as he grabbed his leather jacket. “Where are you going?” she asked. “This had been great and all monica, but it's time for me to move on.”

“But my names Beth.”

“Monica, beth, susan… all the same.” He shrugged and walked out of the room, Beth following him out. “But I thought we had something special, that maybe we would end up together.” Leo spun around, one hand on the door knob “Look. Beth. Its Beth right? I don't do relationships. Never have never will.”

“But what if the right girl came along, what if i'm her and you just walked out on true love.” she pouted.

“I have been around, trust me if she's out there, I haven't met her yet.” He opened the door and left.

Bronx, New York

“Hey Nitah, How's the wedding planning coming along?” Alicia walked down the dimly lit street, she had just closed up the bakery for the night and was headed home with dinner and desert for Mark.

“It’s going! It’s so hectic! I can’t wait for you to get here!”

"I know, I can't wait either. I need a vacation, like stat! Seriously like now would be great."

“I need a vacation too, from all of this planning. Do you have any idea what goes into a royal wedding?” Anitah dropped her voice to a whisper, “some of this shit is so ridiculous.”

"No, but I will find out whenever I get there." She giggled.

“Speaking of when you get here, I’m going to be coming to get you on the 7th.”

"The 7th? The wedding isn't until June, so i'll be staying for 2 months?"

“Please! I need you here,” Anitah whined.

"Um Fuck YES! Absolutely! I will be there. I will need to take care of some stuff for the bakery but, it's not a problem. Oooh I can't wait." Alicia couldnt help but grin.

“I’m so excited!” Anitah squealed. “I already told Liam you were coming. He’s very thankful,” she laughed. “Um...are you bringing the dick head with you?”

"I will have to ask, you know he doesn't want me to go without him. But, I could use a vacation from him too.”

“Well I purposely sent your invite without a plus 1 option,” Anitah snorted.

"You're such a dick. Hey, I just got to Marks apartment, im gonna get off here. But Anitah, Thank you. Love you. "

“Love you too!”

Alicia ended the call, pulling out her key to marks apartment she walked inside and flicked on the lights. “What the fuck?” she screamed dropping the bags on the floor.

“Alicia, shit. This isn't what it looks like.” mark put a throw pillow over himself.

“Then what the fuck is it Mark? Because it looks alot like you fucking someone else. And fucking Tessa? Seriously dude, you're supposed to upgrade, not fuck clown school rejects.”

“Hey! You can't talk to me like that.” Tessa yelled.

“Shut the fuck up Tessa before I punch the dicks off your brows.”

“Alicia. I'm sorry I don't know how this happened. I thought you weren't getting off until 10.”

“Yeah well got off early. I brought you dinner.” she opened the container of ziti and tossed it all over tessa.

“What the fuck Alicia. You're crazy.” Mark screamed.

“Oh you haven't seen crazy. Here enjoy desert.” She smashed the whole cake in his face. She cocked her arm back and extended it. Fist connecting with his face.

“Fuck, I think you broke my nose.” Mark held his face.

“oh. And you have a little dick. Enjoy it tessa. Were through.” She slammed the door and took off for home.

Cordonia....

Liam walked in from the veranda as Anitah ended her call. “So Leos in.”

“Alicia too.” Liam sat down giving her a kiss.

“you think they'll get along?” Anitah asked as she leaned into him. “well, Leo's a sexed crazed playboy, who cant stay put in one place for long. Is Alicia anything like that?” Liam chuckled.

“Definitely not. She's been with her current thing for about 2 years now.” Anitah putting extra emphasis on the word thing. Liam chuckled. “it'll be fine love, don't worry.”

One month later…

“Seriously Alicia, you've been sleeping for days, let's get a move on.” Anitah sighed sitting on the bed. “i'm done in the shower, just let me grab my bra and shit.” Alicia yelled as she ran out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Anita's phone rang, facetime from Liam.

“Hey you. I thought you had meetings today?”

“we wrapped it up early. Im at Leo's hotel room, or dump, which every you want to call it.” Liam scrunched his face. “Haha.” Leo shouted from the background.

“So what I was calling you for, was to let you know I'm coming home today. Well, that is if Leo ever gets his shit together.”

“Really? Yay! I'm so excited. Don't get me started about not being ready. Were supposed to go shopping if ALICIA STOPS RUNNING AROUND IN A TOWEL.” she turned behind her yelling. “im working on it, shit.” Alicia called out.

“Who's running around in a towel?” Leo rushed to Liams side.

“Anita's friend is getting ready, they are going shopping. Will you get away.” Liam slapped Leos hands “Just, let me see, I want to say Hi.”

Leo wrestled with Liam trying to get the phone, he put him in a headlock, grabbing the phone and running to the other side of the room. “Heeey, there's my favorite soon to be sister.” Leo said out of breath.

“Ah hey Leo, um is everything ok? Where's Liam?”

“Oh yeah everything's great. Liam's um, over there. So your friend-” Liam darted across the room tackling Leo to the ground.

“Liam!” Anitah shouted

“I'm trying here.” He called out as they scrambled for the phone.

“What the fuck is going on?” Alicia pulled a pair of jeans on looking at Anitah.

“oh, Liam and his brother are fighting over the phone. That's all.”

Liam grabs the phone. “Sorry, i'm pretty much dealing with a horny teenager.” Liam chuckled as Leo snatches the phone. “So as I was saying before.” Alicia stood next to Anitah. They couldn't see her face, just her front half.

“Ooh they sound like fun, Hi Liam's brother.”

Leo stood there stunned

“Shirt. Shirt!” Anitah hollered.

“Oh fuck.” Alicia ran off grabbing her shirt, pulling it on.

Finally Liam tackled Leo to the ground, knocking the phone out of his hand and through the open window.

“You broke my phone Leo.” Liam snapped.

“No, you broke your phone when you tackled me. That's on you.” liam rolled his eyes.

“So, you've seen this friend? What's she look like, she had nice tits.” Leo smirked as he continued putting clothes in the suitcase.

Liam pinched the bridge of his nose. “For fucks sakes Leo, NO. You're forbidden.”

Bastien entered the room, sir Anitah is on the phone. Liam gave Leo a pointed look, leo stood there and smirked. “Hello?”

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A couple hours later Leo kicked his feet up on the coffee table in Liam and Anita's quarters. “So, what's on the agenda for the lead up to the engagement? Since you guys aren't doing a tour that is?”

“well a few dinners, balls, galas, charity events. A garden party or two.” Liam folded his hands on his lap, an amused grin in his face as he watched his brothers face fall. “ugh Liam, this is the shit I ran away from, can we do something fun?” Leo groaned.

“Well, Anitah is planning a bachelorette party, we may be able to fit a few trips in before the wedding.”

“Alright, now we're talking.” Leo perked up rubbing his hands together. Bastien entered the room “Sir, we got a call. Anitah is at the bar, the guard assigned to ger can't get her to leave.” Leo snorted, Liam gave him a pointed look.

They walked into the bar immediately finding Anitah. Leo noticing the woman sitting with her. It was like time slowed, he felt immediately drawn to her. “Who's that sitting with Anitah?”

“Thats Alicia her bestfriend…” thats all Leo heard, he blocked Liam out almost instantly as they walked over to where the women were.

Alicia turned, her eyes locking with the brightest set of blues she had ever seen. She mumbled some stupidity she instantly regretted. God, He was sexy. His lips, his eyes, that cocky grin that sent a tingle through her body. There was something about him, a feeling she couldn't shake. Nothing bad, all good.

Leos breath caught in his throat, she was beautiful from a distance but up close, she was breathtaking. The way her long brown hair flowed over her shoulder, those deep chocolate eyes that he could see himself getting lost in. Her full lips and that Gorgeous smile that met her eyes. She said he was hot, god he wanted to tell her she was hot to but the sight of her rendered her momentarily speechless, a feat no woman had ever accomplished.

He took her hand placing a soft kiss on it. Both of them feeling a jolt pass through them as their eyes locked.

“I'm Leo.”

“I'm Alicia. Nice to meet you, Leo.” ........

I was a wild child between lost and found. Then you spoke my name, it was a sweet sound. - Lanco

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spartanguard · 7 years

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still got it

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @bleebug! I hope you’ve been having a fantastic day! This was just supposed to be some fluffy Old Hook stuff, but then it ran away from me and got feelz-y and CS-y. So I hope you like it and that you have an absolutely wonderful birthday!

Summary: Elderly gentleman Killian Jones is not the devilishly handsome scoundrel he was as a young man. But he still seems to have caught the eye of a silver-haired beauty at the pub, though he's not sure why. She plans on showing him. (Old CS fic; light M; 2.1 k; AO3)

There was some activity in the pub around him, but otherwise the bar was quiet—perfect for leaving an old man alone with his thoughts and memories. Granted, Killian Jones had probably had far too much of that in his life, but the solitude was fine company for another night.

So he sipped his ale while nestled in the corner of a booth, observing the other patrons and laughing at the young men’s attempts at wooing the fairer sex. Not that he was a particularly fine example of a man, but he had been in his youth: trim, handsome, and all too aware of it. He’d taken such pride in his appearance back then, but lately had found himself wondering—where had that scoundrel gone?

“Is this seat taken?” a woman asked, and he glanced around until realizing she was talking to him; it had been quite some time since that happened. Before him stood what was surely an angel: a gorgeous woman, about his age judging by the lines on her face and the silver of her braided hair, with soft curves and an ample bosom supported by what was clearly supposed to be a peasant’s costume of a maroon corset and patchwork skirt, but the materials were too fine to belong to anyone not of high standing. He didn’t mean to leer, but he was rendered speechless not only by her appearance, but by her attention as well.

“Please; be my guest,” he finally replied, gesturing to the open booth across from him. She slid in and he continued, “Apologies for my poor form, milady, but it’s not often a beauty such as yourself seeks company with the humble likes of me.”

“I find that very hard to believe,” she observed, her green eyes sparkling as she raked them over him. “Surely a devilishly handsome gentleman such as yourself has no lack of female companionship.”

He scoffed, but took a sip of his drink to hide the blush rising on his cheeks. He was fairly positive he was far from the eye candy he once was, but if she wanted to play, he could certainly take part in the game. “I can’t say ‘never,’ but it’s been some time. I’ve a question for you, though: what, pray tell, brings a woman of your standing to a disreputable dive such as this?”

“What makes you think I’m anything but a common bar wench?”

“You carry yourself as though you were royal. One might even say you bear a resemblance to the Queen.”

She shrugged and giggled, a girlish thing that was music to his ears. “I get that a lot.”

“As you should.” He hummed for a moment, thinking. “But that doesn’t answer my question: what are you doing here, and with a crusty old pirate like me?”

“I’m looking for some company.”

Now he truly snorted. “You’re seeking company with me? Are you sure you’re right in the head?”

“Last I checked.”

He gave her a sidelong glance—he wasn’t so sure of her sanity. After all, what woman—common, regal, or otherwise—would truly be pursuing him? He, a sailor far past his prime, in an ancient leather duster, a vest he could no longer button, and a shirt that only just fit the gut that hung over his belt. He would allow that he was still well-groomed—his gray locks and beard had been recently cleaned and trimmed, and he did still have all of his teeth. For a man of his years, he was in fairly good condition, but his years were considerable. Resignedly, he informed her, “Perhaps you’re better off with one of the younger men here, lass. I doubt I’m what you’re after.”

“Oh no, I think you are,” she said—nay, commanded, almost confirming her royal status. “I’m not looking for a quick roll in the hay with some amateur adolescent, and I hardly doubt they’d turn an eye my way as it was. I’m looking for someone with...experience.”

He stared at his drink, running his thumb along the mug’s handle as he considered her words, and the thick layer of lust dripping over that last one. He had some of that, alright, but it felt like ancient history. “And what makes you think I’ve any of that in recent years? Have you even looked at me?” There was a bit more weight to that last statement, but he hoped she wouldn’t notice.

“I have,” she answered calmly, then slipped out of her booth and into the space next to him. “And I see—correct me if I’m wrong—a man who’s lived many adventures.” She placed her hand on his forearm. “Has many tales to tell.” She slid her hand up the leather toward his elbow as she scooted a bit closer. “And knows exactly what he’s doing.” She squeezed his still-firm bicep while practically whispering in his ear; her breath on his skin sent a jolt of heat right through his body, settling where she was probably hoping it would. “You’re not one of those cocky boys who’s all talk; you don’t need to say what you can do—you just do it.”

He swallowed; this vixen surely knew the effect she had on him. But she seemed unaware that he’d been on the opposite end of this game far too many times and knew all the means of outwitting his opponent. “Is that so?” he asked back, as nonchalantly as he could.

“Mhmm.”

“Well, I’m afraid you don’t know me as well as you think. Whatever stories you’ve heard, my dear, are histories, long in the past.”

She hummed. “Actually, I’m pretty sure I’m right, and you just don’t like being called out.”

“You’re a stubborn lass, aren’t you?”

“So I’ve been told.”

“And just what makes you so sure that I’d want to be in such company, hm? Can’t an old man just enjoy his drink?” As if to make his point, he grabbed his drink and turned in his seat to face her, using the alcohol as a barrier.

“Because,” she started, shifting forward still and reaching for his hook, which rested on the table. “I think you like a challenge...Hook.” She rolled her shoulders back as her finger traced the curve of the metal, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

But vague memories of a conversation from years ago might help him stall. “So, you know who I am and you haven’t even told me your name yet.”

“What fun would that be?” she teased, winking.

“Just two ships passing in the night, then.”

“Passing closely, I hope.” Her free hand found his thigh and he could feel his blood traveling south; the heat of her palm through the leather of his trousers was making his heart race—and she noticed. “What’s wrong, Captain? Can’t hold your drink?”

Her light perfume and the flush of her propped-up chest were making it hard for him to come up with a witty retort (and making other things hard, as well). “‘M fine,” he stuttered out, his voice betraying him.

She was practically in his lap now. “What do you say we set sail? Come back to my place for a nightcap...or shall I find someone else?”

Her lips were millimeters from his; all he could do was mutter, “As you wish.” Then, grey smoke enveloped them, and he recognized the sensation of transportation magic taking them back to her room—which didn’t seem quite royal, but was far from spartan. They landed on her plush bed and she wasted no time in launching herself at him, her lips quickly making their way to the freckles on his neck and her delicate fingers playing with the silvery chest hair left exposed by his shirt.

She nipped her way up to his jaw and across to his mouth, kissing him with passion as she worked at the buttons on his top. His hand and hook instinctively moved to her hips, gripping and anchoring himself against her onslaught. He could feel his pants becoming uncomfortably tight as their tongues danced and he was getting lost in a sensation he hadn’t felt in a while.

Once she’d finished undoing his shirt, sliding it and the rest of his garments from his shoulders, she pushed him back against the pillows and straddled his hips. She grasped his hook and placed the tip against the top of the laces of her corset and ripped down, freeing her lovely, pale breasts from what he’d once heard referred to as “boob prison”. She quickly shirked it and her tunic, tossing them somewhere across the room with a slight grind of her groin against his, releasing an involuntary groan from him, and then settled down across his torso to continue—and that’s when the illusion was finally broken.

She went in to kiss him again, but he turned away. “Apologies; a woman as beautiful as you deserves my full and prompt attention...and I’m not so sure I can do that tonight, Emma.”

She sat up. “What the fuck are you talking about, Killian?”

He followed suit, and she shifted away so he could perch on the edge of the mattress. “Look at me, Emma,” he explained, gesturing to his body. “I’m hardly the man you married. Why would you want this?”

“What the hell—of course I want you! You’re my sexy roommate and I will always want you.”

The amount of anger in her voice was surprising; he’d learned after their many years of marriage that now was not a good time to make eye contact. So he scoffed instead, but of course, she saw right through it.

“What happened?” she demanded.

He sighed, but knew he couldn’t keep it from her. “I was down at the docks last week and some youngsters referred to me as an ‘old man.’ I initially disregarded it, but the words bounced around my head until I got home. And I looked in a mirror, and that’s what I saw: a fat, old man, little different than that alternate version of myself.”

Emma gave long, quiet sigh; he could easily identify that as the one she gave when she already knew the answer to her question.

“You knew?”

“I had an idea. You’d been acting strange the past few days, and it’s been ages since you wore a shirt to bed.”

He supposed he had been moping a bit lately; should have known she’d cotton on. “Is that why you wanted to do this tonight without the glamour?” Usually when they roleplayed, Emma flexed a bit of magic to help the illusion, but had insisted on not doing so tonight.

“Mhmm,” she confirmed. “Because you know what I see?”

“You already told me, love.”

“No.” She reached over and grabbed his hook. “I see a man who has lived a long long life, overcome so many obstacles, and is still one of the kindest and most loving people out there with a beautiful heart. I see my best friend, and the best husband and father anyone could ask for. And I see a man whose body shows all the signs of a life well-lived and well-loved.”

Well, now he was really blushing. And he loved her for it, but she didn’t have to indulge him. “You don’t have to placate me, Emma; I can handle a bit of wounded vanity.”

“Look at me. You know I suck at lying.” He chuckled; that was true. He finally looked up and could tell from the sincerity in her eyes and firm set of her brow that she wasn’t. “And you know what else?”

“What?”

The corner of her mouth ticked up, deepening the crows feet around her eyes. “I’m willing to bet that none of those assholes are getting laid tonight and you are.”

“Oh?”

She playfully bumped his shoulder with hers. “Multiple times, if I get my way.”

He couldn’t help it: he grinned. This incredible woman who had somehow seen fit to give him a second chance and love him all those years ago was still at his side, reminding him of who he was and who he could be. How many people could say that after 30-some years of marriage?

He leaned in, pausing only to tell her, “And not one of those whippersnappers could ever hope to bed anyone half as beautiful or amazing you, my love.” He found her lips in a searing kiss, just as full of emotion and passion as their first all those decades ago, and just as quick to grow heated. They adjusted their positions so she was back on top of him, and he held her close as they made out like teenagers. “You do look amazing tonight, Swan,” he panted out.

“I know. So do you.”

“I know.”

HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY!!!

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sethdegrassemacfarlane-blog · 7 years

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Love In High Places Chapter 2

It was if my feet were melted to the floor and left me unable to move. The excitement coursing through me rendered my body useless. Any chance I had at not making a fool out of myself sailed straight out the beautifully draped windows as I stood in front of Seth MacFarlane and grinned like a mongoloid from ear to ear. Fortunately though, he reciprocated. My father stood between us, darting his nervous eyes back and forth to see who would break radio silence first.

I knotted my fingers together as I felt words beginning to form in my mouth. I didn’t quite know what they were yet, so I could say literally anything. I struggled to shape them as they came out.

“It’s so nice to meet you!” I extended my hand to Seth, causing him to snap out of his trance and back to reality.

“Oh. The pleasure is all mine. My name is Seth.” He blushed and lightly shook my hand before letting his hand fall back to his side.

“I’d know who you were any day. I’m a huge fan of your work.”

My father nodded his head at me to indicate that I had forgotten something. My name! I essentially screamed at him.

“My name is Jessica! You can call me Jess though.”

“You’re definitely a Jess. Definitely not a Jessica.”

I giggled at his innocent joke on my name. I knew I could play with him now.

“Well actually, I’m more of a Megatron. But Jess is easier to remember.”

He threw his head back with laughter at my reference to Family Guy. His teeth were as white as the teeth on his whitening box. His smile put me at ease instantaneously without even the slightest bit of effort. I quickly tried to remember a time just someone’s smile had put me at ease like that. My efforts were fruitless.

My father shook his head and grinned his “all knowing” grin. He looked at us both and said, “Yeah you guys are going to be fine here.”

With that, my father went off to grab a seat and left me alone with my favorite comedian. Each of us stood flashing our best toothy grins at each other. There was noticeable awkwardness, but it was almost as if we knew the other was okay with it.

I casually flipped my hair off my shoulder in an attempt to seem calm and collected. I saw his eyes instantly break from mine, dart to the flesh of my neck that exposed my defined collarbone, and directly back to my eyes. He became noticeably uneasy when I smiled at him, indicating I had taken notice to his slip up.

He gestured to me, but his movements were interrupted by his own doubts. Words wanted to escape, but caught on his distress.

I carefully stepped toward him and gently brought my hand to rest on his forearm. He relaxed into my touch. His gaze rose from where my hand had met him to my tired blue eyes.

“I’d love it if you could show me around the place.” I told him calmly.

“Yeah. Yeah. Definitely.” His eyes lit up and his lips revealed that smile I had admired previously. “Let’s go.”

Seth extended his arm to me and I happily accepted. We made our way through the crowd of tuxedos and A-list celebrities and out the door to the yard. The entire time, never letting go of each other.

“This is better.” I told him as I leaned into him so he could hear me. Frank Sinatra silky tones blared in the background.

“Not by much, but I’ll take it.” He did a closed mouth smile at me which left me wanting so much more.

He brought me further away from the house to where is was quieter. We both say down next to the pool and watched as the party continued on without us.

“I appreciate the stellar guest attention, but you don’t have to be here with me. You have an entire party up there.” I kicked off my heels, hiked up my dress, and let my feet effortlessly dangle in the water without a care.

“There have been and will be many just like it.” Seth sat beside me on the ground, knees at his chest, and arms wrapped around his legs keeping them in place. The horns from a Sinatra song I couldn’t make out rang through the air and down to where we sat.

“Really? So you’re pretty popular with the democrats of America?” I kindly taunted.

“I like to think of myself as their muse, yes.” He shrugged his shoulders and laughed.

“I’m glad you realize your worth to American politics.” I laughed back.

We both claimed our laughter until there was nothing left but the hum of the crowd inside the house. I let my head fall back so that I could gaze at the stars. I could feel my hair touching the concrete floor below me. I sighed a breath of content and smiled. I felt Seth fix his look onto me with interest.

“If you told me a couple of hours ago that I’d be sitting next to my favorite comedian at my favorite comedian’s pool tonight, I wouldn’t believe you.”

“You wouldn’t? But I’m your favorite comedian. Don’t I have some type of credibility?”

I giggled and responded, “You know, if you told me that, I probably would be more focused on the fact that it was you and not what you were actually saying.”

We laughed.

“You could be telling me that God was hiding up in Trump Tower and I wouldn’t hear a word of it.”

“Well that’s where he would hide —”

“Because that’s the last place anyone would look for him.” I said with him as our laughter grew into a fit.

“Such blasphemy from a politician’s daughter!”

“A democratic senator of a democratic state’s daughter, yeah! Fuck that Donald Trump noise. I’d rather staple my ear to my asshole than see another tweet of his.”

“Wow. That’s a lot of sacrifice for little result.”

“What can I say? I believe in sacrifice for the greater good.”

“Jesus.” He smiled and stood right up, brushing his hands against his pants.

“What?” I did the same and walked over to him.

“You really know the right things to say to a liberal like me.” He raised his eyebrows at me.

“I’m the child of a politician. I know how to tell people things they want to hear.”

“Good point. Now I feel less special.”

“Eh.” I shrugged. “You’re not the first and definitely won’t be the last.”

“Shit. Now I definitely am minuscule.”

“Better you realize it now.” I said dryly as a I craned my head to the side, bent over slightly, and rounded him to his backside.

“Here. Turn around. You have some shmutz on that millionaire ass of yours.” I joked. He obliged as he watched me brush off his butt. He smiled and his eyes met mine as I stood back up.

He grinned. “There was nothing there.”

“You’re right. I just wanted to touch your butt.”

“I could have you arrested for such conduct.” His voice was low, almost like a hum. The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk in sync with the hitching of his eyebrow.

I had lost all train of thought and was unable to come up with a sly remark. Frankly, it was quite pitiful. It was as if all my senses had chosen to eliminate anything that wasn’t him. As every moment of silence flew by without my recognition, he knew it too.

I snapped out of it and bashfully brought my hand up, rubbing the crook of my neck and answered, “You could. I’d be pretty hard to prosecute though. You know why.”

“Ahhh,” he nodded now with both of his eyebrows raised. “So then I guess I just won’t. Too much hassle.” He began to move toward me. My body opened itself to his arrival just as he stopped short and offered me his arm. I compromised and gratefully received it.

I wrapped my arm in his and rested my other hand on his elbow.

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and asked, “How am I doing?”

“Ten out of ten.” I giggled. He confidently nodded his head, pouting his lip in satisfaction.

We began walking around the grounds in blissful silence as I admired his home. The crowd of politicians above fell to nothing but a buzz.

Never once breaking his hold on me, Seth began stating pointless facts about where he got the things in his lawn in a nervous attempt to make conversation. It was quite a surprise as I was usually the one who babbled on when I was on a date. Well, I hadn’t been on a date since I was 16 when I met Jack. Oh no. Was this a date?

My heart fluttered in my chest as I began to resemble Seth’s apprehensiveness. Suddenly, I was aware of all my surroundings and was beginning to become cognizant of just what was happening. I felt my dress straps digging into my shoulders, I smelled the sharp but pleasant smell of Seth’s cologne, I tasted the heavy, humid air, and felt my hair sticking to my back as my ankles pulsated in pain from my heels. Worst of all, I was recalling the events earlier in the evening that could leave my life in ruins as I had feared.

It was abruptly all too much. I waited until Seth was in between facts and unravelled our arms. In one swift motion, I found myself laying on my back, the cold grass playfully tickling my bare skin.

I shifted my head to see Seth starring down at me. Well, I don’t know why he wouldn’t have been.

“Was I that boring I actually killed you?” He rolled his hands together nervously.

I let out a colossal sigh and fixed my gaze back on the stars above me. “Far from it.”

“Oh,” was all he could say.

A beat of silence before I turned and studied him as he stood above me. “What’re you still doing up there?”

“Oh. Right.” He expeditiously tore off his jacket and lay his body out next to mine. Not too close, but far enough away where I wished he were closer. He rested his jacket on his stomach and lay in silence with me as we watched the sky, satellites, stars and all.

The silence brought me comfort. It was as if neither of us needed words. Just each other’s company was more than enough.

“Aren’t you going to ask me to tell you about myself?” The words shoved their way out of my mouth which startled me. I sat straight up and shivered. He noticed and followed suit.

“Here. Take my jacket. I think its Gucci. Or K-Mart.” He gently draped his jacket across my shoulders and let his hands linger just for the slightest bit of time before returning them to rest on top of his knees.

I reveled in the roomy jacket that instantly brought me a pleasant amount of warmth.

“K-Mart makes a quality jacket if I ever did see one.”

He hung his head and smiled, roping me back into that euphoric state he had me in before.

I groaned which alerted him, but I spoke before he could interject. “Oh my God.”

“Oh my what?”

“Your smile. I hate when people say someone’s smile is intoxicating. Its a complete and utter cliche. But your smile. Holy shit. I’m downright buzzed.”

Seth feigned in embarrassment.

“You’re too kind.”

“I am, but it isn’t kindness talking. Its the truth.” I nudged him with my shoulder which ended up toppling him to the ground.

“Okay! Fine!” He couldn’t help but let the corners of his mouth curl into a smile as he pushed himself up to sit next to me. “I’ll ask you about yourself!”

I cracked up and fell back to the ground, my body convulsing with laughter on the ground. Seth followed me down but only letting out small giggles as he wasn’t about to laugh at his own joke. He lay on his side while his hand propped up his head and his eyes examined me for he knew he would go unnoticed.

“So, Little Adams. Tell me everything and anything there is to know. Give me Jess Adams for Dummies.”

I snickered and instantly felt my face blush. I opened my mouth to divulge my entire 24 years to him, but someone beat me to it.

“Seth?” A voice bellowed through the dark from the house. Startled, we simultaneously jumped at the sound and raced up to see what was going on.

“Yeah?” He yelled back. He glanced at me and shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh. Um, everyone is pretty much here. I think its time for your speech. To, ya know, welcome everyone and stuff.” The voice was clearly that of a younger girl, but not too much younger than I was.

Seth whispered, “Shit.” and rapidly rolled back his sleeve to look at his watch.

“Thanks, Sonya. I’ll be right there.” His voice dropped in disappointment. “Sorry.”

“Yeah you should be. This is hardly fair.”

“How so?”

“Well, I guess you’re never going to know anything about me.”

“That’s not true. I…” he trailed off. His lips pressed tightly together before parting to say, “I have to go.”

“Yeah no totally,” I stammered. “This is your party! Go!” I encouraged him by moving him along. I pressed into the backs of his shoulders and he stumbled forward with a laugh.

“But wait.” He spun around on his heel. “Will I see you again? Will you still be here when I’m done?”

I hesitated.

“I can’t say I will be.”

He repositioned himself closer to me and his voice seductively became more convincing the deeper it went.

“Can you say that you’ll try?”

He eagerly waited for my response as I eagerly awaited to make up my fucking mind.

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waitimcomingtoo · 5 years

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever - Chapter Three

Pairing: Peter Parker X Venom!reader

Warnings: none

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Masterlist

Peter arrived at the Avengers tower with a little pep in his step. His new neighbor was on his mind and he couldn’t get her off. He had somehow managed not to completely blow it with her. He knew it was a long shot, after all they’d only had one conversation, but he felt like there was a connection between them. She was awkward, he was awkward. What more does a relationship need?

Tony was quick to notice the change in Peters mood. A dreamy smile crept across his face every now and then while Tony was trying to explain something about his nanotechnology.

“Alright Underoos, whats on your mind? A girl? Boy? That gorgeous Aunt of yours? Oh wait no, that’s what’s on my mind.” Tony smirked. A blush painted Peters cheeks.

“Nothing sir. Sorry, I’ll pay attention.” Peter answered quickly. Tony scanned Peter up and down.

“So its a girl. Alright. Who is she?” Tony asked, motioning for Peter to sit down with him. Peters heart skipped a beat at the opportunity to talk about the girl he was so badly crushing on.

“This girl moved in across the hall from me about a week ago. I’d see her on the stairs sometimes, or in the lobby. She’s beautiful, Mr. Stark. I mean, really beautiful. And I know girls are a lot more than their appearance, trust me, but I can never look away. It’s like God made a perfect batch of cookie dough, and then made a perfect cookie cutter, and then hand made her just for me. There’s just, there’s something about her, man. I feel like I’ve always known her, and I don’t even know her yet. She knocked on my door this morning and I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her through the peephole. I played dumb and acted like I didn’t know she lived across the hall.” Peter started to explain. A twinge of embarrassment struck him at the memory of what he said to Y/N.

“I insulted her dead father and called him smelly.” Peter admitted. Tony laughed.

“But she found it funny and agreed with me.” Peter quickly followed up. Tony looked impressed.

“That was a test and you passed. Alright, spider child, you have my blessing. But no funny business tonight. If I find out I’m gonna have to design nanotech baby clothes, I’m gonna be pissed.” Tony said. Peter blushed at the mere thought of what Tony was implying. He spent the rest of his time at the tower going over missions and training.

I arrived at Peters at 6:07. I was done getting ready at 5:45, and sat in the living room on my phone until I was slightly late. I didn’t want to be early, like some loser. Or even worse, on time. I had to be fashionably, but not rudely, late.

I knocked on Peters door and waited. The door swung open instantly, as if he’d be waiting. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of him waiting for me. Peter must’ve read my mind. He turned red, must be a habit of his, and smiled.

“I know what you’re thinking. I’ll let you decide if I was waiting at the door for you or if I’m just really fast. “ Peter said, breaking the ice. At least, he tried to. And kudos to him for trying. But I was drawing a blank on my part. I had no idea what to say. I was a reporter for crying out loud. I don’t get tripped up on my words. But something about Peter Parker and that damn collared shirt rendered me unable to formulate a thought. All I could do was stand there and smile at him, like a Jackass. I felt like I was standing weirdly and I all the sudden had no idea where to put my hands. Do I leave them at my sides? That felt too stiff and soldier-like. But where else would they go? I was pretty sure every brain cell had left my body at that point.

“You look nice.” Peter blurted, interrupting the awkward silence that had settled between us. Even he seemed surprised by his statement. I looked as nice as a lazy person who didn’t fully unpack their clothes could look. I had on a casual grey dress that was made of some sort of t-shirt material. It was bunched in the front and hugged my figure nicely. My hair was in a loose bun with a few curls framing my face. Peter took in my appearance with what looked like approval. Then I noticed Peters gaze falling to my feet.

“Converse with a dress. Nice.” He commented. I felt my personality re-enter my body, finally.

“Oh yeah. You know me. Quirky and cool and not like other girls.” I said sarcastically and attempted to flip my hair, but my dumbass forgot it was in a bun. I still made the hand motion and Peter seemed to get what I was going for. He laughed. I felt myself relax at the magical sound.

“You look nice too. Very…Freddie Benson.” I said. Freddie Benson? Who the hell makes an ICarly reference to compliment someone? This night was going downhill fast and I regretted ever knocking on his door.

“Dude. You’re tanking.” Venom said. I had to agree. This couldn’t be going worse.

But lo and behold, Peters beautiful laugh filled my ears once again.

“That’s what I was going for! My friend Ned always teases me for wearing sweaters and button downs but he just doesn’t have the vision.” Peter said. We smiled at each other. Maybe this night wasn’t gonna be so bad after all. He suddenly stepped aside and gestured inward.

“Come in. Dinners almost ready.”

Peters apartment looked just like mine, but much more homey. I saw his baby pictures on the wall, coupled with pictures of him and his parents through the years. Then I noticed a framed picture of a different couple on the coffee table. They resembled Peter but I didn’t see them in any photos with him past the age of around 7. There was a candle next to the frame. I quickly looked away, not wanting to overstep.

“You must be Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.” I heard a woman’s voice. I turned around and saw a young woman in high pants and a yellow tank top. I recognized her from the pictures with Peter.

“I am. It’s very nice to meet you too Mrs. Parker.” I said politely and shook her hand. She smiled at me and fixed her glasses.

“Please. Call me May.” She said.

“May.” I repeated. Hm. If this was Aunt May, where were Peters parents?

Peter and I sat down while May finished preparing dinner. I offered to help, being the polite ass bitch that I am, but May insisted I sat down and waited. A plate of “meatloaf” was placed in front of me soon enough. I use the term “meatloaf” very loosely. It looked more like an old shriveled brain. Peter made eye contact with me and winked.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” He whispered. I nodded and gave him a small smile. He glanced at May, who was busy pouring the drinks, before leaning in closer and whispering “it’s way worse.”

I kicked Peter under the table and he giggled, quickly masking the sound with a drink of water. It’s a shame. I love that sound.

“So, Y/N, where do you go to school?” May asked. I took a bite of meatloaf, nearly died, and swallowed before answering.

“I’m actually taking a gap year before I start at NYU in the fall.” I said. May nodded in approval.

“That’s a very good school. I hadn’t realized you were in college.” She said.

“Y/N used to live in San Francisco.” Peter quipped. He smiled at me , proud of himself for remembering. May looked impressed.

“Yea. I grew up here in Queens and moved to San Francisco to live with my fiancée last year. But I just moved back last week.” I said. Peter began choking on his water. May shot him a look.

“Peter. Manners.” She said sternly. He wipes his mouth after catching his breath.

“Fiancée?” Was all he managed to say between coughs and sputters. Oh great. Time for this conversation.

“Ex-fiancée. He broke off the engagement after I got him fired from his internship at a law firm.” I said sheepishly. I overshared, just a tad. Peter and May didn’t seem put off by it though. Peter looked relieved more than anything.

“May I ask how you got him fired?” May asked.

“Well, I’m an investigative reporter, and my boyfriend Andy was studying to become a lawyer. Andy had some information pertaining to a case on the man who owned the Life Foundation. I was supposed to interview him about his rocket but he was a terrible, terrible guy, and I knew it. I looked at Andy’s classified files to find out more about him and found some things I wasn’t supposed to. I confronted him about it in our interview and he ended up getting me and Andy fired in one day.” I recalled. It seemed like so long ago. I felt a coldness run through my bones at the memory. Mays eyes widened.

“I knew your name sounded familiar when Peter told me you moved in across the hall. You were the one that took Carlton Drake down, right?” She asked. I merely nodded. I hadn’t heard his name in months. It still sent shivers down my spine. You don’t forget a man who stabbed you after trying to kidnap you and take you to an alien planet.

“Didn’t he die in his own rocket?” Peter asked.

“Yea. I was there. Me and…my friend.” I said, almost mentioning Venom.

“Gosh I read that story forever ago. It was all over the news here. I remember Peter ranting to me that this young girl was straight out of high school and already taking down shady guys in San Francisco. You were obsessed with the article, remember Peter? I’m pretty sure you hung it up. “ May recalled. Peter, you guessed it, turned bright red.

“I just thought you were cool. Taking down bad guys and all at such a young age. It really inspired me.” Peter explained. He suddenly looked panicked, like he said too much. I blushed at his compliment.

“Thank you Peter. How old are you anyway?” I asked.

“17. I’ll be 18 on August 10th.” He said proudly. “What about you?” He asked.

“He’s legal.” Venom whispered. I couldn’t even be mad at her. I was thinking the same thing.

“I’m 19.” I said. A smile crept across his face.

“And this fiancée, where is he now?” May asked. May wasn’t blind to what was happening between her nephew and this new neighbor. She could sense his crush and knew he was dying to know more.

“I would very much also like to know that.” Peter said, almost robotically. He leaned in closer and stared at me while he awaited my answer.

“He’s engaged again. Not to me this time though. They’re getting married this summer.” I said. It was the first time I said those words out loud. I didn’t feel sad, like I thought I would. I didn’t know how I felt. The smile that broke out on Peters face gave a clear indication on how he felt though.

“That’s great. I mean, not great great. Great for him, I mean. It’s always good to move on. Wether it be with an old friend or a brand new one. Maybe it’s with someone you just met. You never know. Things just happen between the most random of people. Could be a stranger. Or, or, hear me out, it could be less of a stranger. Like a barista, or a mailman or a…a neighbor.” Peter said. The last part came out very quietly. I almost didn’t hear him. He looked up at me slowly. “I’m sorry that things didn’t work out though. Between you and him, I mean. ” Peter said honestly. I smiled at him.

“Thanks. It was tough at first but, I’m okay now. He wasn’t the one.” I said. And I meant it too. May smiled.

“When you do find the one, you’ll know. Your heart will whisper ‘it’s you, it’s always been you. You’re the one I’ve been looking for.’ At least, that’s what my heart said when I met Ben. I just knew he was the one for me.” May said with a happy smile. I could see her eyes glistened behind her glasses. I did something rather bold. I put my hand on top of hers and squeezed. She gave off this loving motherly vibe that I had only read about in stories and seen in movies but never felt for myself. May gave me the warmest smile and squeezed my hand back.

“Ah. That’s a classic in this household. Peter would refuse to go to bed without watching it.” May recalled. Peter didn’t turn red this time. He only rolled his eyes.

“Because it’s a cinematic masterpiece. You’re trying to embarrass me by pointing out that even as a child I had impeccable taste? Oh please.” Peter sassed his Aunt. I laughed at his remark. May noticed the smile that broke out on Peters face when he succeeded in making their new neighbor laugh.

May looked at me for a while with a content smile on her face before saying “Yeah. I suppose you do have good taste.”

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