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aworldoffandoms · 5 years

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In The Land Down Under

Author's Note: Okay, so I got an ask from @ritachacha asking me to write a short fic about what would happen if Liam and Riley went on a diplomatic trip to Australia. Considering she and I are Australian -- I jumped at the chance to write a fic about our country. It’s fun lol. Thank you so much, Rita for all your help! It means a lot. Hope you and the rest enjoy it!

Tagging some fellow aussies who might enjoy this: @cynicalworlds @pb-boeboe @the-everlasting-dream @topsyturvy-dream @shreyamistrys

I’m also using my tag list I use for my story ‘Runaway’ so I hope that you guys like this but please let me know if you’d like to just be notified about ‘Runaway’ or if you’d like to be tagged in any other fics I might post :)

Pairing: Liam x MC [Riley]

Word Count: 3, 779 (oops)

Rating: T

Warnings: Nothing -- just some (hopefully funny) Aussie jokes

Summary: Liam and Riley enjoy their time while on a trip to Australia. What will they get up to?

Tag list: @hopefulmoonobject @annekebbphotography @am-i-invisible777 @blznbaby @khakie4 @lauradowning29 @blackcoffee85 @captain-kingliamsqueen @moneyfordiamonds @super-secret-fandom-blog @jovialyouthmusic @zaffrenotes @ao719 @umccall71 @carabeth @furiousherringoperatortoad @pixieferry @pixelpenny @rainbowsinthestorm @dcbbw @thecordoniandiaries

The clouds parted and the royal jet descended towards its destination. A jolt of excitement raced through Riley as she caught a glance of the Sydney skyline: the famous Sydney Harbour Bridge and Opera House standing tall against the glittering blue of the ocean.

Riley clapped her hands in overzealous joy. "I can't believe we’re here, Liam! I've wanted to visit Australia for so long! I can't wait to see everything - climb the Sydney Harbour Bridge, see the Opera House, go on a ferry ride...oh! We have to go to Taronga Zoo!"

Liam couldn't help but smile at his wife's childlike glee and her plans for the next two weeks while on their diplomatic trip to Australia. Riley liked to believe it was a holiday, but it was also a chance to talk trade and other endeavours with the governing power of the country.

The Prime Minister of Australia officially invited them at the start of the year and the King and Queen of Cordonia finally had a break in their busy schedules to allow an overseas trip.

Liam rested a calming hand on Riley's arm and she eagerly looked out the window as the plane dipped further towards solid ground.

"Sweetheart, while I admire your enthusiasm for this trip, I must remind you of our original goal in being here. It's important that we cinch deals with this country. It'll be in our best interest."

Realisation poured over Riley like a bucket of cold water. Mirth slowly slipped from her face and in its place was a barely controlled disgusted grimace. The anticipation of coming here was almost snuffed out because of her husband's words. Great. Forgot about that.

The only word that escaped to convey her feelings was an, "Oh."

Liam chuckled at the despondent note in that syllable. "We'll have plenty of time to explore Sydney, my love, but for the next few days, it's official business with Prime Minister Morrison and a few royal engagements. You know as well as I do that Cordonia needs to branch out and connect with other foreign counterparts and Australia is a strong ally to have."

Riley was still glancing out of the window as she nodded, a sigh escaping her. "I know. I was just so excited. It's hard to differentiate between queen and excited wanderlust tourist in times like these."

Twenty-four hours on a plane and I still have to shake hands with random men when I could be enjoying my time on Bondi Beach and ‘chilling’ with the locals.

In anticipation of this trip, Riley had the time to research the country and their customs and memorise some key facts, mind you, most of these facts consisted of things she had learned from movies. She was fascinated with Mick in Crocodile Dundee and couldn’t help but swoon at Hugh Jackman as The Drover in Australia. Damn, that man almost rivalled Liam in looks. Maybe she should get Liam to grow some scruff, although, being a King, a beard would likely raise some eyebrows.

By the time they were ready to leave for the Cordonian International Airport, Riley had compiled a list that ended at three pages long. Maxwell was rightfully impressed when she showed him and he expressed his desire to feed, as he said, a ‘fluffy koala who would be a perfect addition to the menagerie’ at her estate in Valtoria. Riley had laughed but her stomach twisted when she read up and realised that they were a vulnerable species and it was illegal to own one anywhere. That made Maxwell deflate although within minutes he had emailed her a follow-up list requesting emus, dingoes, wombats and kangaroos.

Riley scanned her own list. Some facts surprised her while others she thought were a no-brainer. For instance, Australians used slang for nearly everything so a simple word like 'afternoon' was more accepted as 'arvo' and it was definitely not a shrimp but a prawn and they did not put them on a barbie for those wrongly informed individuals. And contrary to popular belief, animals in this country would not kill you. Although, Riley had made a note to steer clear of forests. Drop bears seemed to be plausible.

Liam laughed as he leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek. "I know, Riley. We'll have all of next week to explore."

The royal jet finally landed as the plane whurred to a stop and the engines disengaged. The door separating the back of the plane to the royal couple's seats slid open and Bastien stepped through.

Bastien bowed once he reached them. "Good morning, Your Majesties. I have received word from the Cordonian ambassador that you'll be escorted to the Cordonian embassy as soon as possible. However, before that, you'll be having a photocall with the Prime Minister and Mayor of Sydney."

Liam nodded at Bastien, heaving a quiet sigh. Royal duties never stopped for the lives of monarchs. Liam had half a mind to damn trade talks and alliances to hell and join Riley in her obvious zest to see Sydney's wonders, yet, he knew, that could not come to pass. Cordonia needed all the allies it could gather and Australia could be beneficial for Cordonia's growth and strength as a nation.

Liam glanced over to Riley and found her gnawing at her bottom lip, her fingers drumming against the armrest of her seat.

He reached over and gathered her hand, twining his fingers with hers as she glanced up at the contact. He pressed his lips to her knuckles and gave her a wink.

“You’ll be fine, Riley,” Liam said, naturally understanding her nerves. They’d been married a year and it still surprised her how easily he read her. All those years of body language lessons had paid off.

She gave her husband a nod as she tightened her hold on his arm and followed him out of the plane and into the awaiting fanfare.

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“Oh my gooosh...look! Look it’s a kangaroo! And a dingo! Is that an emu over there? If Maxwell was here, he’d be freaking!”

The week of trade deals and diplomacy were over for the royals and they now had the all-clear to travel and explore one of Australia’s most famous cities. Currently, they were at Sydney’s Taronga Zoo and being guided through a section of the park that housed Australia’s more famous land creatures.

Liam’s heart swelled as he stared at his wife, his grin spreading when he saw her bouncing on the tips of her toes like an over-excited school girl, her finger pointing to the kangaroo hopping over to them and a dingo perched on a rock face watching them with curious eyes.

“Would you like to feed him, ma’am?” A zookeeper handed over some fresh carrot for the king and queen to take.

Riley squealed at the suggestion. “Would I ever!”

The Zookeeper smiled at her obvious delight and lead her over to a fairly placid looking kangaroo, his kaki fur soft to the touch. It surprised Liam how friendly some of these animals were. It was almost as if this was a daily occurrence for them and considering how popular this zoo was, he thought he was right in his assumption.

“Love, don’t be so loud. You don’t want to scare the poor creature away.”

Riley rolled her eyes at her husband but her smile was still blinding as she turned back to the keeper. In her enthusiasm, she almost snatched the carrots from her fingers.

As she approached the kangaroo, the large mammal quirked its head to the side as if contemplating if it should approach the beaming human nearly skipping over to it.

“Now, Your Majesty, you want to approach the roo as calmly as possible. Although they are friendly, any sudden movements can frighten them and you don’t want one of their claws to snatch 'ya. They'd tear you to shreds.”

Riley faltered at those words, a flash of worry marring her face. The zookeeper saw her hesitance and chucked good-naturedly.

"Not to worry, Your Majesty. These roo’s are more likely to engage in a harmless game of tag with the food than they are to attack. They've had a lot of experience with people."

A barely heard sigh of relief escaped the Queen as she approached the kangaroo. She held out her hand, palm flat, and guided the vegetable to the kangaroo. Riley's eyes widened in joy as she watched the native Australian mammal sniff her hand and gently grab the offering with its claws and nibble it.

Riley stood there, staring, long after the kangaroo has finished, her eyes darting to the enclosure around her.

“This is so cool. Why haven’t we visited sooner?”

Liam chuckled and wrapped an arm around Riley’s waist, pressing a kiss against her temple. “I don’t know, my love. But if seeing all this makes you happy then I must make this venture to Australia more often.”

Riley gave her husband a smirk. “Don’t you mean, ‘The Land Down Under?’”

The last syllable was exaggerated to the point of it being comical as Riley attempted the Australian accent, emphasising the last syllable of ‘under’ so it ended more in as ‘unduh’, yet she failed spectacularly. Liam laughed at her attempt. It was endearing.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say the Australian lifestyle is catching up with you.”

Riley shrugged. “What can I say. This country is fascinating. Their accents too. Whew,” Riley paused to fan herself, pretending to swoon. “Have you heard their accents yet? Hot.”

Liam frowned. “I thought you liked mine?”

Riley laughed, stepping away from him and following in the footsteps of the zookeeper who was taking them to the koala enclosure. “Oh, maybe so, but have you heard the way they say, ‘G-day'? That’s my kind of greeting.”

Liam gave Riley a half-mocking serious look and then his mouth lifted, his eyes glinting in mischief, "If it'd suit you...I can greet you in a way that has proven very popular in the past."

Riley had the good sense to stop and stare at Liam for a minute before giving him a mischievous smirk of her own, ending with a wink for good measure. “Nope. I think I’d rather leave Hugh Jackman to do that for me.”

***

"Can we please go to Bondi now?"

Liam nodded at his wife while trying to finish up his conversation with Olivia who had decided to call while they both were enjoying their morning tangled together between the sheets of their beachfront hotel suite.

Apparently, decisions on the Cordonian Golf Tournament couldn’t wait until next week when both the King and Queen would arrive back, yet Olivia felt it necessary because ‘Neville would surely make it a point to prattle on about how important it was because of its location on Cormery Isle’ and Olivia couldn't stand his voice as she was threatening to stab him in the leg.

Liam advised her that would not be wise and to go ahead with the finishing touches of the marketing and contracts for vendors and finalise the competitors who were scheduled to play.

“Liam! Come on! Bondi can’t wait any longer!” Riley’s voice was loud in his ear as he said his final goodbyes to Olivia and told her to he’d see her next week.

He hung up and glanced over to where his wife was standing and his jaw nearly dropped at what he was seeing.

The swimsuit she had on hugged her curves and revealed her cleavage in a tasteful yet sexy way and the elegant cut-outs at the side of the material made her become exceptionally beautiful than she already was. She was one voluptuous woman and Liam could not take his eyes off her.

Riley glanced up and found Liam’s gaze a little bit south of where it was meant to be. “Hey. Liam. My face is here. You’ve seen these,” she waved to her chest area for emphasis, “...far more times than I can count so I’d get that look off your face. No surprises here.”

At her words, Liam’s jaw snapped shut and he shook his head, grinning at Riley’s words. She was right, of course. Some days he had free reign to worship every spectacular inch of her body and he could spend hours upon hours doing it and she’d gladly let him, yet, now was not the time.

Riley wanted to go to Bondi and so they would go to the beach she so desperately wanted to visit. He could fantasise later.

“Okay. I suppose I can wait till later to appreciate the gift of your body but I suppose we should go to this so-called ‘Bondi’ you are so fond of. I wouldn’t want to make you unhappy.”

Riley jumped up and down, clapping her hands in excitement. “Yay! Hurry! I want to see the lifeguards!”

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek as she went to the balcony of their suite and looked over to the not too distant horizon to see the white sandy beach that was a notorious spot for people of all ages and ethnicity.

Riley couldn’t help the spring in her step as she stared at the beach that she would soon be visiting, plucking the list of the activities she wanted to do while here and ticked Bondi Beach off her list. The edges of the paper were tattered now from the constant opening and closing of the parchment yet it was still stable enough for her to still be able to cart it around with her.

Riley smiled as she ticked it off and glanced up finding the temperate at a hot 28 degrees already and it was just before 11:30 in the morning.

Jeez. New York can get hot but the Australian sun is murder.

She felt a bead of sweat already gathering at the nape of her neck. As she gathered her stuff that was needed for the beach she called over her shoulder to her husband in the bathroom.

“Don’t forget your thongs, Liam!”

Riley couldn’t help but jump at the voice that bellowed through the door. “Don’t forget what?!”

Liam opened the door and gave his wife an incredulous stare, shocked at hearing the words that came out of her mouth. Surely, she wouldn’t subject him to that kind of humiliation. Yes, he was all for a bit of roleplay now and then but...in public? He was a king. He could not and will not subject himself to that.

“My love, you know that I adore your quirks and your enthusiasm in certain aspects of our travels. And it surprises me even now that some of the words you say still perplex me, after all this time together, but if you subject me to wearing a thong -- I will call Bastien and arrange for the royal jet to take us home to Cordonia immediately.”

Riley stared at her husband in muted silence, her lips quirking up into a smile hearing the words coming out of his mouth. The laugh that had started to bubble up in her throat burst forth after Liam lapsed into silence.

Riley was laughing so hard that she had doubled over, her arms clutching her chest in silent laughter, tears in her eyes. “Oh my...gosh! Liam!” Another burst of rambunctious laughter escaped her and reverberated throughout the suite. Any other time Liam would find her laughter endearing for it was one of his most favourite sounds in the world yet this time he found himself quite irritated at the fact that she was laughing at him. Yes...he was very well aware that she was laughing at him.

Annoyance stirred in his chest and he could not help it seeping into his tone as he said, “Well...by all means laugh at me but I stand by my words, Riley. I will not engage in this sort of behaviour.”

Riley was still laughing as she stood upright, bursts of laughing still spilling out as she made a solid effort to control herself. “Behaviour? What kind of behaviour? Liam--”

She cut herself off and stood up straight, shaking away her mirth as she walked up to Liam and grabbed the swimming trunks that were grasped tightly in his hand at his vexation. She stared up at him with a neutral mask but Liam could see the unsaturated glee behind her eyes. “Honey. I never said anything about a thong. I said, thongs. Plural. These.”

She points to her feet and Liam follows her finger and his eyes widen at seeing what she had on and then his brow furrowed in confusion. “But these are called flip-flops.”

Riley chuckled. “You’d think, right? No. Here they are called thongs. Different use and a very different context here.”

Liam’s eyebrows knitted together as he ran his hand along his jaw, an obvious sign of confused contemplation. “How strange…”

Riley nodded. “Strange indeed but I’ve learned to embrace the strange. I’ve noticed that in the Australian people. They’re more laid back than even I thought I was. It feels freeing to be here than in Cordonia with all those uptight, stuffy nobles.”

Liam lips quirked in a smile. “Yes. Well. I have come to understand why you love seeing new places and I can’t say that I haven’t enjoyed my time here.”

Riley raised her eyebrows at him as she got a pair of thongs for Liam and placed it alongside the beach bag. “Oh, and who was griping at me a week ago at all the trade deals and enquiring about alliances to this country with disdain?”

Liam rolled his eyes. “Yes, but I was simply saying that after a long day of meetings. In the end, Morrison granted us that alliance...did he not?”

He did. Though it was not for a lack of trying for some constituents and other specific requirements for Cordonia to meet with Australia's standards. The Prime Minister asked for a fair amount and Liam, at the end of a very long day and at the end of a very long week decided to grant Morrison his stipulations because not only would it be good for Australia but the added revenue it would bring to Cordonia and its tourism will increase ten-fold. Australia had three times as many citizens as Cordonia and this was an opportunity not to be passed up.

Riley sighed. “Yes, he did but made every opportunity to persuade you to give in at every roadblock that he made. Gosh... that man irked me.”

Liam raised his eyebrows. “And here I thought you said you thought he was a nice ‘bloke’”

Riley grumbled. “Well...I’d rather him be forthcoming and be a little more flexible with his demands rather than railroad my husband into an alliance where we are giving more to them than they are to us.”

Liam’s heart warmed at her care for him and the care that she had for Cordonia, yet, despite her words being right, Liam knew that this was the right thing to do for Cordonia. His country needed all the friends and strength it could get from outside of the realm. Australia was an undeniable force and Liam would be damned if he didn’t take it.

“Morrison might be a bit...direct...but he did make some good points. And we came to an agreement. Now…”

Liam goes over to his wife and wraps his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her neck. “I believe we have someplace to be right now?”

Riley leaned into Liam’s touch and squeezed his forearms that were cinched around her waist. “I believe we do, my king. Get ready to soak up the sun and enjoy all that these Aussies have to offer!”

Liam chuckled and rolled his eyes as his wife left his embrace and grabbed the few last things and waited by the door, bouncing on her toes in her overzealous excitement

“Okay, my love. Let’s see these Aussie locals and the lifeguards you are so desperate to meet.”

“They are called sheila’s and blokes here, Liam. Get it right.”

Liam just chuckled as he followed his wife down the corridor to the elevators to begin their day with sun and sand.

***

“Oh! Can we get this for Hana? She’ll love this! Maybe we could get this for Chance?”

Riley traipsed around an Australian souvenir shop, a spring in her step, as she plucked item after item in their waiting trolley. The knick-knacks she had gathered for their friends included a small plush kangaroo for Hana to add to her collection, a few fridge magnets to adorn their kitchen once they return to the palace, a life-sized koala plush doll for Maxwell, and a few t-shirts for them all. Riley also had a few bottles of Australian whiskey for Drake and a boomerang for Olivia. Riley was sure that a boomerang would come in handy. It wasn’t sharp but it could do some damage to those who wielded it properly. If anything, Riley thought, Olivia would appreciate it. She liked weapons of variety.

Liam watched in admiration at his wife’s constant energy during this whole trip. They were set to leave for Cordonia tomorrow and Riley had suggested a shopping trip. And how could Liam refuse anything his wife desired?

Liam stopped when Riley came to a hat stand, jumping on her feet in excitement as she pulled off an Akubra with strange string hanging from the brim and at the end of said string were corks you’d find in a champagne bottle and it followed around the circumference of the wide-brimmed hat. What in the world…?

A small exclamation of delight escaped her mouth as she admired herself in the mirror. “Liam! Don’t you think this would look good in my hat collection? It’s so unique!”

Liam chuckled as Riley moved her head from side to side, the dangling corks at the end of the string swishing in front of her face. “It certainly looks charming.”

Riley grimaced at his words, turning so that she had her full glower on him, the hat sat firmly on her head, not budging from the quick pivot of her steps to face him. “Charming? You think I just look charming?”

Liam raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms along his chest. “What other words should I have chosen, my love?”

Riley’s grimace transformed into a light-hearted care-free smile. She tipped the hat towards Liam, just like the Drover in Australia as a show of acknowledgement.

“Why, mate! I’m a true-blue Aussie, of course!”

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rubberducky-jrr · 5 years

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Subway Girl (Part 4)

Summary: Peter and you somehow keep getting on the same subway. You didn’t notice at first but when you did, your world changed forever.

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader, Aunt May x Happy Hogan

Warnings: Violence, swearing

A/n: I can’t say how thankful I am from the amount of notes on this little fic. There is one more part to this story, I’’ll probably have it up some time next week.

Part one, part two, part three

You quickly ran back to your friends apartment, having been late at leaving the student hospital.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mumbled as you flew through the door to the apartment.

“What’s wrong?” You friend quickly said from the kitchen table with a concerned look on her face.

“I’m running late. Date night. Oh god, I need a shower and need to pick out something to wear!” You rushed to say, quickly dropping your bag on the floor and then fumbling to take your jacket off. Your friend stood up, quickly helping you pull your jacket off as she chuckled at you.

“Ok, ok! Calm, go get the quickest shower of your life. I’ll pick you out something to wear, alright,” she said and you smiled at her.

“Thank you,” you quickly kissed her cheek before rushing to the bathroom, removing your shirt and throwing it over your shoulder.

“Quickest. Shower. Of. Your. life!” She called out after you.

“Ok! I know!”

Peter stood in the mirror, nervously fiddling with his hair to get it perfect.

Ugh it looks a mess.

What should I wear? I did not think this through. Black or blue jeans? Is a shirt too fancy? I need May’s help.

“May!” He called and she came to the door a few moments later, leaning against the door frame.

“Aww, you look cute,” she said.

“Cute? I’m not trying to look cute,” He said glancing at himself in the mirror as his nerves increased.

“Ok not cute, you look handsome.”

“Not helping, May,” he grumbled as she came to sit on the bed. “Is Black jeans and a shirt alright?” He asked, still stood in his pyjama bottoms and a NASA T-shirt.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Ok... Just which shirt?” He asked, nodding his head to the ten shirts neatly laid out on the bed behind where she sat.

“I think you’re overthinking this,” she simply said before picking out a dark blue checked shirt, handing it over to him.

“Are you sure she’ll like it?” He asked, pulling it on and doing up the buttons. May looked at him with a soft smile.

“I’m sure she will,” she said before coming to stand next to Peter, arm going around his shoulder as they both looked in the mirror. “Look at you, my boy is all growing up,” she said before ruffling Peter’s hair and placing a kiss on his head.

“May!” He whined, moving out of her grip and quickly trying to put his hair back into place. She chuckled as Peter fumbled around in the mirror.

“It looks better messy than all neatly pulled back, trust me,” she said with a wink before she walked out of the room. Peter glanced at himself, realising May was right. He left his hair slightly messy before changing into some black jeans.

He quickly brushed his teeth in the bathroom, spraying on colonel and deodorant.

“Ok,” he began, staring at him. “You got this.” He gave himself a reassuring smile before blowing out a long sigh, his heart beating hard against his chest.

“Remember, I’m working the late shirt tonight,” May called to him, currently getting ready for work. “So, I won’t be in when you get back.”

Peter walked out of the bathroom with a small frown on his face.

“And what are you implying?” He asked and she just shrugged before a smirk formed on her face.

“You are 17 after all, first proper date with a girl you really like, house to yourself,” she wondered off, the smirk on her lips getting bigger.

“Please stop,” he quickly said when he finally realised what she was trying to say.

“Just be safe and have fun,” she said, moving to place a kiss on his forehead before leaving for work.

Peter spent another few minutes making sure he looked good before grabbing his black jacket and keys and then heading out of the apartment.

He was walking to the restaurant, minding his own business while trying to think of conversation starters when he heard a loud crash. A scream followed it, dragging Peter away from his thoughts.

Robbers.

He quickly looked at his watch, 18:48. I have time. He double tapped his wrists together, his watch suddenly forming into his suit, the nanotechnology Mr Stark had given him was a life saver.

He dropped down silently to the building where the three robbers were currently helping each other climb out the window.

“Hey guys,” Peter began, startling the three. “Forgot your keys?” He asked sarcastically before the closest man swung a punch at him.

He easily dodged it, firing a web at him causing him to fly backwards. Peter fired another web to cause the man to stick fully to the wall of the building. The other two then both came for him at the same time.

He dodged the first attack, seconds later seeing a flash of metal as the second man swung a knife at him. The blade sliced his cheek and Peter hissed in pain slightly.

He quickly fired a web at the man’s hand, the knife flying to the ground. The man grunted before running for him, tackling Peter to the ground and winding him slightly.

Peter scrambled around, throwing a punch and then a harsh push to cause the man to fall backwards off him. He flipped up to stand, flying three web shots at him and pinning him to the ground.

“Come on then,” Peter said to the last man who stood bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, fists up and determining whether or not he wanted to get his ass kicked.

The hairs on the back of Peter’s neck suddenly stood up as his spidey sense kicked in. He heard the faint noise of a gun being pulled before he quickly moved to the right, the bullet that had been firing towards the middle of his back now simply brushed through the flesh on his left arm.

He quickly turned, webbing up the gun and the first man once again before giving a swift kick to the second man behind him, slamming him against the wall and knocking him unconscious.

He let out a tired breath as police sirens closed in, the person that had been robbed having called them. He quickly fired his web upwards, pulling himself up to the roof top and out of sight. He pulled his mask off, one hand going to brush against the deep cut on his face to reveal blood on his finger tips.

“Fuck,” he grumbled to himself, glancing down at his torn Spider-Man suit, his left arm bleeding from the flesh wound.

He couldn’t go to the date like this.

You sat at the table for a good half an hour before you started to think Peter wasn’t coming. You had texted him four times and no reply. You tapped your foot against the ground in a nervous habit, glancing up from the menu and to the door. You glanced at your watch before sighing.

19:34

He wasn’t coming.

“Excuse me Miss, I’m sorry to ask but will you be ordering soon as it’s getting quite busy and we need to free up some tables,” the waiter asked, giving you a look of pity knowing full well you had been stood up.

“Can I just get the sweet and sour chicken with chow mien noodles to go please. Oh and some spring rolls and uh... Prawn crackers? Please,” you added and the waiter nodded.

To hell with it, I deserve to pig out.

The waiter handed you a white carrier bag of food about five minutes later. You paid and then began to walk home, a heavy heart and tears in your eyes from being rejected. You felt awful, you felt used.

Why hadn’t he shown up?

Was it me? Had he regretted asking me out and instead of being grown up enough to tell me he just stood me up?

You grumbled angrily to yourself before looking up at what street you were on. You distinctly remember Peter telling you where he lived and realised it wasn’t too far from here.

Before you could stop yourself you were marching down his street, up to his apartment building steps and buzzing on the button for Parker.

No answer. Just like you expected.

You buzzed the neighbour and made up a lie of locking yourself out. They gladly buzzed you in and you kept marching till you got to Peter’s front apartment door.

Your hand hovered up in a fist, about the knock when you suddenly hesitated, thinking how stupid this all was.

You shook your head, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before knocking. You didn’t hear any movement from the other side and decided to try the door handle. To your surprise, it was unlocked.

What am I doing?

You screamed at yourself to turn back but you didn’t listen, opening the front door and seeing the only light coming from one room in the corner. You walked over and pushed the door open more.

“What the-?”

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