You walked to the little store, humming to a tune you loved. You saw the lit-up door, outlined with Christmas lights. The colors, red, yellow, green, and blue lit up the door, giving it a warm and welcoming feeling. It wasn't Christmas, but the owner of the store loves to decorate around here. His name was Mr. Lee, he was a kind old gentleman who loved having you as a costumer. He had white hair slicked back over his bald forehead and big glasses. He would greet anyone with a warm smile, he was one special man. He's known you since you were a kid. He knew you as Eddie's friend, since you two always went everywhere with each other. You opened the door and rang the little bell above it. Mr. Lee instantly stopped what he was doing and smiled, waving. "Hello, (Y/n)!" He beamed with joy, making his wrinkled face smile. You gave him a big smile and giggled. "Hello Mr. Lee! Anything new today?" You asked, looking at the little decorations he just put up. One was a black cat, next to a white cat, like a yin-yang. "Oh, you don't want to know about my life! I want to hear about yours!" Mr. Lee said, walking behind the counter, grabbing some cleaner spray to clean it. You fiddled around with your fingers, biting your lip. "Oh...you know the usual." You lied, walking over to him. Mr. Lee chuckled and shook his head. "Boy, you must take me for an old man if you think I don't know you." He laughed, pointing to you in a scolding manner. You giggled and rubbed your neck. "Well...to be honest my mind has been focused on someone...or...I should say two." You said, pausing before you said more. Mr. Lee stopped and leaned on his elbow, holding the spray in the other hand. "Hmm? Someone is on your mind?" He asked, setting the spray down, giving you his full attention. "Now, tell me, who's on your mind?" He asked, treating you like his daughter. Your stomach swirled around, making feel a little sick. "W-well..." You trailed off, blushing and scratching your cheek, a nervous habit. Mr. Lee read you like a book and snickered. "The boy again, I take it?" He grabbed his spray and went back to cleaning. "Y-yeah..." You giggled. Mr. Lee snickered, pressing harder into the counter to get the stain out. "That Eddie Brock...I haven't seen him since he moved to New York." You frowned, letting a long sigh escape your mouth. Eddie moved around the time you were eleven, when everything was appearing to be coming together for the both of you. It was hard to see Eddie move like that, but it's not like you could have gone with him. Your parents were always low on money, not being able to afford the house half the time. It was a hard time for you and Eddie, if only he was able to stay. Mr. Lee noticed your long face and chuckled. "Here, why don't you take this?" He set a bag of food in front of you, and you grew wide eyed. "N-no! I couldn't do that!" You blurted, reaching for your wallet. Mr. Lee shook his head and laughed, waving his hand. "No, no, child. Keep your money, you're going to need it." You frowned and sighed, crossing your arms. "Come on, this is no different from when you were a kid." Mr. Lee smiled. He was lying, when you were a kid Mr. Lee would give you candy, not a bag full of food. You shook your head and mumbled. "No, I can't." Mr. Lee sighed and pushed the bag closer to you. "Please, do this old man a favor and take it." He said. You looked at him up and down, not knowing what came over him. You didn't want to be rude, but you didn't want to be taking advantage of him either. "Ugh...f-fine..." You snatched the bag and held it at your side. Mr. Lee grew a big smile on his face and nodded. "Good!" He continued to clean, and you looked out the window, seeing the night sky growing darker. The clouds covered the stars, making it look like an abyss was swirling above. Perhaps, those clouds would lead to rain and you knew the walk was going to be far. Mr. Lee noticed you daydreaming and leaned on the counter, starring at you. "Something tells me your thinking about that other boy, correct?" He asked, making you shudder. He snickered and wiped the register off. "I swear, between those two boys, which one do you like more?" You giggled and blushed. "I can't really say...I don't know..." You trailed off, noticing someone outside the door, watching you. You grew alarmed, holding your breath and heart. Mr. Lee took notice to your actions and turned his head out to the window, seeing a man in a black suit. "A friend of yours?" He asked. "No, he was starring at me on the subway." You explained, feeling your tongue go dry. The door opened, letting in an ominous air. You could almost sense the darkness and ill air coming from the door, entering like a disease. The bell above rang, but not as cheerful as it did when you walked in. The bell let out a shallow ring, sounding like it didn't know how to ring anymore. The man in the black suit walked in, adjusting his tie and black glasses. He had brown hair, slicked back against his skull. He cleared his throat and glared at you, making you freeze in place. "Hello, sir, is this your daughter?" He asked, pointing to you. Your eyes were little dots, your mouth quivered with fear, your palms were sweating, your whole body was shaking. Whatever this man wanted was out of your realm, and comfort zone. "Yes, she's my daughter. What would you like?" Mr. Lee asked in a tight, stern voice. The man looked at you and adjusted his glasses. "Ah, I see, so that bag your holding is not from here?" He asked, giving you a small smirk. "N-no..." Your mouth stopped moving, shutting you off from talking. You looked down at your feet and shivered. The man chuckled and crossed his arms. "You don't lie very well." He said. "Leave." Mr. Lee warned him in a stricter voice, not even fazing the man. The man sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an ID card. "Greg Smith, FBI agent." Mr. Lee looked over his ID and grunted, crossing his arms. "Why are you here?" Greg smirked and put his ID card back in his suit. "That is none of your business, sir." "I believe it is." Mr. Lee argued. "Hmm?" The man raised his eyebrow and slicked his hair back. "I don't see how you might see that." "You come waltzing in here, asking my daughter all these absurd questions. You're not only endangering me, with that gun, but her as well." You were shocked, you didn't realize this man had a gun on him. It was hidden underneath his jacket that went past his belt. Greg glanced at his gun but kept eye contact with Mr. Lee. "And?" He challenged. "I could call the police for possession of a gun." "Go ahead." Greg scoffed, being cocky. You studied him, and you made a fist. "Warrant." You said, mustering up the courage to speak. "Hmm?" Greg turned to you, leaning his head forward. His glasses dropped down past his eyes, and he scanned over you, before putting his glasses and head back in place. "I'm sorry, what?" He asked, tightening his tie. "A warrant, do you have a warrant?" You repeated. Greg didn't say a word, he only gave a muffled word and pushed his hair bang out of his face. "No, I do not." He answered, using the same tone of voice throughout. "Well, judging by your sighing, you know what could happen if you don't." You said, getting under his skin. He grunted, glaring at you. "Hmph! Yes, I am aware of what will come." He boldly stated. "Then I suggest you leave, son." Mr. Lee said. Greg sighed, mumbling under his breath. He turned to Mr. Lee and nodded. "Very well, have a nice day sir." He turned to you, shooting you down with his stern glare. "And good day to you, miss." He left with that, closing the door behind him. You exhaled, relieved he was gone. The ill air seemed to depart, returning the calm atmosphere. "You said that he was on the subway with you?" Mr. Lee asked. "Yes." You answered. Mr. Lee held his chin and nodded, walking over to you. "You should stay here for the night, in case anymore FBI agents are looking for you." You quickly nodded, and he smiled. "Good! I haven't had someone sleep over here since my grandkids grew up!" He patted you on the shoulder and opened the door to the upstairs rooms. "I'll go make your bed while I'm thinking about it." You nodded and took out your shaking hand to reach for your phone. You bit your lip and tore your hand away, growling. (No, I can't make them worry for me.) Mr. Lee smiled and chuckled. "You haven't changed a bit, have you?" You turned to him and blushed. "I guess not." You answered, not knowing if you did change or not. "Always fighting with yourself, trying to figure out what's right and what's wrong." He shook his head in disbelief and gave you a soft laugh. "Hehe! I sure wish I knew how Eddie Brock turned out, he was always an interesting child. The two of you together made quite the pair, then and now." You nodded and smiled. "Yes...we did...once." You thought of Venom and shook your head. "No...can I help you?" You offered, causing him to burst out laughing. "Oh boy, you are a unique child!" "I try." You shrugged.
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Venom x Reader (Discontinued)
FanfictionPlease leave a star or comment! Thank you and enjoy! Eddie and you have been friends since you were kids. You tell each other everything, yeah, even Venom. You don't mind Venom and he doesn't seem to mind you either. The three of you like to be toge...