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Physics Tutor!Nanami

Conservation of momentum: if it's just us we can remain at a constant

Content: Friday night party, we're nearing the end y'all, mixed content of angst and fluff, a little sexual action but only if you squint Word Count: 3k Guide

“Nanami, seriously, you’re a grown man,” you mutter, a little annoyed.

This isn’t how you expected to spend to your Friday night, wrangling a six-foot-tall man into his home but your ex-physics tutor came to a frat party and you had actually drank with him. Now you’re facing the consequences.

Earlier in the night, the sight of Nanami in his cute blue sweater, sitting awkwardly as he eyed the couple making out next to him with disgust, was enough to warrant a heart attack. You had offered to drink with him in the garden, to take care of him so he could let loose. For an hour or two, you drank a couple shots, relishing the cool breeze which kept your head screwed tight as you sat beside him.

Gojo had passed by, wriggling his eyebrows at you and making lewd movements with his hands. That hadn’t gone by unnoticed by Nanami, who grew quiet. You thought maybe he was tired, maybe he wanted to go home, and when you suggested you part ways, he gripped your wrist.

“No, don’t go with him,” he slurred.

You didn’t have plans to go with your friend, you were just going to turn in for the night too, but as you looked at the man you’ve been madly in love with for months and saw his ruffled hair, slightly askew glasses, fogging up from the heat his face was producing, and the flush brightening his cheeks, you realised that there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

So, you stayed, sitting on the garden sofa with him. There were a couple other people loitering around, but none really paid any attention, everyone too immersed in their own conversations and lives to notice the two of you in the corner, thighs pressed together and shoulder brushing once in a while.

His heat was permeating, tickling your side, and you couldn't help yourself, you leaned in close, the alcohol in your system made it so effortless to just let his gravitation pull bring you closer. If he noticed, he didn't say a thing.

You made small talk, discussing lectures and assignments. It was easy to talk to Nanami; other people were always so eager to prove themselves academically superior, never really listening to what you had to say, but rather looking for weak points to attack. It was never a conversation and instead a battlefield. And when you complained to your friends, they never seemed to understand.

With him, however, he listened more than he talked. Always. He hummed and nodded, mulling and considering your words carefully like what you had to say was just as important as anything an esteemed lecturer was teaching. With him, you felt like equals. Which was insane because he was Nanami Kento, and you were just the girl he had to tutor.

"I hate that bald Professor!" You groaned. "He's so boring."

He chuckled, adjusting his glasses. "He is rather monotonous, I must admit. You aren't the first student to complain and likely will not be the last."

"Yeah, I bet. But I honestly just don't think he should be a lecturer. I'd probably be a better one than him."

Meeting your gaze, you see the crinkle in the corners of his eyes, the way they soften as they roam your face, stopping by your smile. His fingers twitch on the empty shot glass, skimming the rim just a little before he affirms, "I have no doubts you would be; I can't imagine anyone finding you boring."

Passing each other shot glasses, you'd sip and chat. Nothing about the elephant in the room, not about your confessions, about the odd tension permeating the relationship, certainly not about why he showed up to the party, or why he had become flirtatious. Perhaps it was cowardice that held you both back. Maybe it was the enjoyment of simply existing beside each other, not as classmates, not as tutor and student, and not as two people whose feelings have gotten all tied up.

But as just Nanami and y/n.

Eventually, you both ceased your chattering. Settling to watch the other partygoers or the stars twinkling. Once in a while, he'd point to a star and tell you about its story, and you'd sit entranced by his voice --it's so steady, so smooth and clear, you could listen to it for hours. And when he talked to you of astronomy and gravity and quantum mechanics and the probability of time travel, you thought he should be a lecturer. You'd attend every class, every seminar, and never complain.

"How do you know so much about stars? We don't get taught about constellations."

He lifted one shoulder. "I work at the Eden Observatory part-time."

It was so quintessentially Nanami you didn't question it even though you were bursting to ask. He would have given you all the answers you sought, you're sure by the way he gazes at you expectantly.

Silence passed by, comfortable and soothing. You had no idea what time it was, didn’t care enough to reach forward to get your phone from the table, and neither did Nanami. You thought maybe he was nodding off but when you peered up at him, he was looking down.

At your hand.

“C-can I hold it?”

His voice was gravelly, a hesitation that you’d never heard from him. The way he was gazing down at your hand, limp on your lap, like it was precious, like it was made of glass, and he could be beheaded for daring to even look, made your stomach feel weird. It was the very feeling you had been trying to bury for weeks.

It was dangerous. You’d been working so hard to walk away and he was erasing the line, stretching out his arms to invite you back over. Unwise was what letting him do as he pleased would be, and yet, you found yourself nodding. And when his own hands, warm and large, wrapped around one of yours, you couldn’t fight back the shiver that ran through you.

He was holding you so softly, in a way no one ever has, and you could only gulp. It was as if you had entered enemy territory, foreign and riddled with land mines that could go off and blow everything up if you so as much as made the wrong step. When his thumb grazed your knuckles, your heart skipped a beat.

“Nanami,” you began but his hand squeezed yours and you shut up.

Your ex-physics tutor was still staring at your hand, marvelling at the soft skin, his glasses slide down his nose just a little bit, and you had to push it up with your free hand. That caught his attention, as if remembering there was a person attached to the hand he was holding so carefully.

Clearing his throat, he shook his head, clearly trying to get his bearings. “Y/n, please rethink your decision to drop out.”

“I can’t.” You pulled your hand out of his like it burned. And then you looked away, crossing your arms so you wouldn’t be tempted. “This is for the best.”

“No. You were doing so well, even Professor Yaga had said so.”

With a sigh, you turned back to him, finding his blush endearing. The longer you stared the more it threatened your defences. You couldn’t let him talk you out of it, your sister you could fight off, even Gojo, but not Nanami. Not when every word that came out of his mouth sounded like the Gospel, like undeniable, irrefutable facts.

Standing, you brushed invisible dust off your skirt and looked anywhere but at him. Unsteady, you asserted, “Nanami, I’ll take you back.”

He shook his head, strands of his hair falling over his forehead, obscuring his vision. You brushed them off, so lush under your palm, and he looked up at you like you were an angel -- mouth slightly parted, he blew air in the space between you, eyes slightly glossy as he watched you.

“You’re so beautiful, you know?” He whispered, and then added, his brows furrowing, softening his gaze even further, “It hurts to look at you.”

You staggered back, arms falling to your sides as you gaped at him. You didn’t understand what that meant, what he was trying to say, nor why your heart was clenching so painfully, like someone had reached in and squeezed.

“Maybe you can get your roommate to take you,” you whispered breathlessly.

Nanami shook his head once more, standing up too. His trousers were all crinkled and when he got to his feet he swayed slightly. You rushed over to his side, letting him lean against you. He was heavy, even as he carried most of his weight, and he smelled amazing. Clean, fresh and sweet. It reminded you of a bakery, just after closing, with the scent of butter and vanilla lingering in the air.

“No, Haibara’s with his sister.”

You both began walking, ignoring the staring and whistling people were throwing at you as they noticed both of your existence then. Some girls pointed to Nanami, no doubt recognising him from the List. They whispered amongst themselves, blushing and roving his body. You urged him to walk faster.

“Hey, hey, where are you two lovebirds going?” An irritating voice shouted. “You know my rules about fucking in the house. You have to pay a fee.”

Rolling your eyes, you informed him, “I’m taking Nanami home, he’s a little out of it.”

Gojo scanned your ex-tutor’s face, really looking at him and realising you were right. Suddenly, his grin dropped, and he was nodding to the front door. “Alright, I’ll drive. You seem out of it too.”

And just before you all left through the front door, he yelled to his deputy, “Don’t let the place burn down, it's a pain to deal with.”

The car ride to Nanami’s place passed in another relative silence, both of you in the back as you strapped him in, and your friend hummed to the songs on the radio, drumming his fingers. As obnoxious as Gojo could be, there were these rare moments of maturity and wisdom that people didn't see. But you did. You and Suguru, and these were the very moments that reminded you, no matter what, you would always find a home with him.

Parked, you unbuckled your seatbelt, reaching over the slightly light-headed man and unbuckled him too. His hand brushed your hair, gently, always so gentle. You refused to look at him.

“Let me know if you need a ride back,” Gojo threw at you, going on his phone as you fought to get your ex-tutor out, ignoring the glares you were directing towards him. His helpfulness had reached its max, clearly.

“No, she’s staying with me,” Nanami croaked. He slammed the door a little harder than necessary and you winced. Pointing a finger at Gojo through the rolled down window, he slurred, “You can go.”

Not taking any offence whatsoever, the frat president grinned and winked at you. “Alright, have fun, babes. Wrap it before you tap it. Or not. I'm pretty ready to be a fun uncle.”

And then he was driving off, leaving you crumpling under the weight of your responsibility with your jaw on the floor. That prick. Oh, you were so going to make him pay.

By some miracle, you made it up to his floor with Nanami's jumbled directions, and now here you are, muttering irritated complaints about how clumsy this grown man is despite his age and wisdom.

“Seriously? Nanami, I told you to get it before we reach your door!”

You’re watching Nanami dig through his pockets for his keys, pink tinting the tip of his ears, either with embarrassment or with the warmth of the alcohol. He’s fumbling, muttering curses under his breath as he struggles, clumsy fingers catching on each other. You groan and swat his hands away, trying to get a feel for his keys through his trousers instead.

This is not your first time dealing with drunk men. But it is your first time with a man as adorable as he is, unfortunately.

“Are you mad at me?”

Glancing up, you look at him, exasperated and unprepared for the pout on his face. His glasses are slanted again, and you have no free hands to push them back up — one hand is already holding him up and the other is buried in his pocket searching for his keys and trying to get past the lip balm in there.

"No, Nanami. I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed." You hate that you sound just like your mother, but someone has to be the responsible one. You just never thought it'd ever be you.

He winces. “Please, be careful.”

“Sorry, did I hurt you?”

Nanami flushes harder, the tips of his ears matching and he avoids eye contact, stilling your wrist with a firm hand. “No, you didn’t. It’s just…”

You follow his gaze, both of you looking down and seeing something that shouldn’t be happening. You blink, cartoon character style. This is so very bad.

Taking a deep breath, you pull the keys out and mutter weakly, “Found it.”

Once you’re inside, you pull Nanami with you, eyeing his place and appreciating the cleanliness; your place is not nearly as tidy as his. But you do see a messy arrangement of papers on his table. You can imagine a busy Nanami, sitting on the sofa, going over the papers and reading out loud under his breath. You smile.

“Alright, big guy. Where’s your room?”

“Buy me dinner first,” he chuckles to himself. He slumps down on the sofa, the leather creaking under his weight and he shrugs off his sweater, the shirt underneath riding up to reveal his abs. You look away.

Oh, so the man has jokes.

You’re fighting the urge to walk away and with a shaky breath, full of frustration, you very calmly say, “Nanami, it’s late, sweetheart. You’re going to need to go to bed, okay?”

Then he’s smiling up at you, a gummy smile that’s so dopey you can’t help but smile with him.

“I like that.” He tilts his head at you. “I like when you call me sweetheart. Do it again.”

Counting to ten, you try again, “Okay, Nanami. I’ll call you sweetheart when you get in bed. It’s a reward.”

He mouths it back, tasting the word and that seems to resonate with him. Raising a hand out, he’s urging you to help him up and so you step forward, ready to bear his weight again, but then you’re being yanked down, and the world turns upside down.

Nanami’s pinned you to the sofa, leaning over you with a fierce look in his eyes. Gone is the nerdy lightweight, and in his place is the man you’ve caught glimpses of. The one that furrows his brown in a stern scolding, that scribbles frantically on his papers and argues with the professors. Suddenly, he no longer looks his age and instead, appears not as a clumsy college student, but rather as a man.

The kind of man that could command the attention of an entire room.

“You did this to me,” he gestures to his hard on, the very same one you’ve been avoiding staring too long at. “Take responsibility, won’t you, darling?”

You choke on your own saliva. What the fuck?

Shaking your head, you remind yourself, he’s drunk, you’re no longer his student, and you’ve been a pain in his ass the entire time. Don’t take anything he says whilst under the influence to heart. It’s just chemicals in his brain. Just a biological urge. It means nothing.

“Nanami, you’re drunk, let’s drink some water, okay?”

“Four shots is barely anything. I might be a lightweight, but I’m tipsy at most,” he scoffs. Leaning down, he grazes your cheek with his nose, inhaling deep with a groan. “You always smell so good.”

He might claim to be sober enough, but you’re not convinced. Sure, you can’t deny that you want him, but you don’t want him like this; you don’t want to be wanted because the alcohol has clouded his judgment. You want to be seen, as you are and not just another warm body to pass the time.

Slowly, gently and with as much patience as you can muster, you nudge his head from your neck, and say, “You need to let me go, Nanami.”

“No.”

“Nanami.”

“I don’t want you to leave me.” That gravelly voice is back, the one weighed down by some inner turmoil you aren’t privy to, and you can only bite your lip when he presses a tender kiss at the crook of your neck. “I want you any way you’ll let me.”

You’re tearing up. It might be because he’s whispering it right by your ear or because his words sound so sincere, but you feel your bottom lip quiver. This isn’t how the night was supposed to go; you wanted to let loose and forget everything by partying life away, but now you’re practically cuddling with your physics tutor. Ex physics tutor.

Despite being a little out of it and shaking with some unknown emotion, he isn’t suffocating you with his weight. He’s holding himself up in a plank, inhaling your scent and fighting off your weak pushes.

“Please, Nanami. Let’s talk about this tomorrow, okay?”

“You promise?” He lifts his head, lashes fluttering as he searches your features for any hint of deception. “You’re not going to avoid me?”

You shake your head, and he sighs, smiling.

“Good, because I really don’t like it when you do that.”

And then he’s pushing off. A cool breeze brushes past you and you’re shivering from the sudden loss of warmth. Nanami disappears into a room you’re assuming is his and you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. When you enter his room, he’s only in his boxers, climbing into bed.

He lifts the cover up and pats the empty space beside him, grumbling, “Come on, I’m cold.”

You sigh, ripping the cover from his hands and tuck him in. “No, Nanami. I’m not sleeping with you. I’m going now so I'll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Almost breaking out into laughter at the scowl that graces his face, you have to distract yourself by pulling his glasses off and folding them onto his bedside table. Like this, he looks so youthful. No longer frowning over data variables or anomalistic lab results, he’s just lying peacefully.

"You aren't better off taking a different course. You work well under my tutelage. Grant me the opportunity to change your mind about everything. Let me show you I didn't mean the things I said," he pleads, eyes flutterings shut.

Hesitant, you say, "I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Nanami."

"Just one chance, y/n. Don't cross this off simply because we reached a bump. You trusted my guidance before, trust me now."

You don't know what exactly he's referring to and you're too scared to ask. All you can do is watch sincerity, a raw kind of pleading, swirl in his vibrant eyes. He has you in his palms and he doesn't even realise.

"Okay."

He’s fast asleep when you leave.

You don’t bother Gojo for a ride back to your home, you texted him your sister's picking you up. She might be asleep by now but you'll wake her up anyways, so you can tell her about everything that's happened and ask for her two cents, because you think Nanami practically confessed his feelings for you. But that doesn’t make sense with all that’s unfolded, right?

How could he possibly like a girl like you?

You’re loud, boisterous, air-headed, and not the kind of girl one takes home to their mother. He deserves a girl that’s as smart, as put together, and mature and wise as he is. Deserves one that hasn’t been tainted by bad decision and nightmares.

Sighing again — you’ve been doing a lot of that lately — you walk home, in the dark, fighting the urge to look back. And as the night’s chill prick your skin, you wonder how Nanami will feel in the morning.

Embarrassment, shame, humiliation?

Whatever it’ll be, you just hope it isn’t regret.

You have enough of that for the both of you.

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louloulemons-posts · 1 year ago

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Old Bear Diner

Cook!Eddie Munson XFem!Waitress!Reader

Summary : Reader becomes a waitress at a diner where a cook named Eddie works.

Word Count : 5.8k

Warnings : Not proofread, rambly, swears, use of Y/N, original characters, petnames, cuteness, reader gets hurt, douchebag customer, parent loss, grumpy eddie, sunshine reader, fluff, idiots in love, i haven’t wrote a fic this long in a while.

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“Mom I’m home,” you spoke, as you locked the door behind you. Sliding your feet out of your shoes and hanging your jacket up, you found her.

Face lay on the table, pen in hand and eyes closed. Letters, notices, bills. Just a whole bunch of paperwork lay on the table, it’d been like this for a while. Since your dad got sick. Then he was gone.

“Mom,” you whispered, shaking her lightly. She groaned, body wriggling as she woke up, “Mom go to bed.”

“I’m awake.”

“I know, but go and rest now. I’ll put this away.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, rubbing her eyes. “Yeah.”

“How was work?”

“It was fine, the kids were golden.”

“Good I’m glad. You’ve got dinner in the microwave.”

“Thank you. Now go get some rest,” you said, kissing her cheek. “You’re such a good girl. Goodnight honey.”

“Night mom.”

And that’s how life had been for the last 18 months of your life. Just you and your mom. You sighed, walking over to the table. Stacking up the papers and putting them away.

There wasn’t much mess, your mom had been working all day and you’d been out most of the night. She was a nurse, and you had about any job you could get.

After quickly eating your dinner you picked up a few pieces of washing, swilled your plate and went up to bed. You babysat for a couple people in the neighbourhood, and sure they were fine, but one of the little ones came down with something and was near inconsolable.

Your bed was like heaven, after taking off your jeans you didn’t even bother to swap into pyjamas, falling to sleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Morning mom,” you said, kissing her head as you walked passed. There was a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, along with a cup of coffee waiting for her. “Morning, where are you off too?”

“Oh I’m just about to go clean Mrs Harris’, her daughters out of town and she said she’d pay me good. Plus she’s a sweet woman so.” You mom sighed, taking a drink of her coffee.

“What did we say about taking more jobs?”

“Mom come on, it’s not a big deal. It’s just one time.”

“You said that about the babysitting and the store and the tutoring.”

“Mom-“

“You need to take care of yourself.”

“So do you. Do you have a shift today?”

“No.”

“Great, I’ll pick up some movies from Robbies work and then we can have a day together.”

“Honey,” she sighed.

“I gotta go mom, love you.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“You are an Angel,” Mrs Harris smiled as you placed a mug in front of her, taking one of your own in your hands. “Thank you for doing this for me, Anna had this holiday booked for months.”

You hummed taking a sip of the drink, “I bet the kids were excited.”

“You have no idea! Bouncing off the walls telling me all about it yesterday.”

“Well the beach is exciting.”

“It is, now how about you? How’s your mom?”

“We’re good, you know,” you shrugged.

“Hm, I do know. You remind me of myself and Anna when we lost Paul,” she smiled fondly at the thought of her husband.

“We’re just trying to learn how to do this all without him.”

“Of course. I found something for you actually,” she smiled, walking to her fridge. Pulling a piece of paper from under a magnet she passed it over.

“I saw it in the grocery store, thought it’d be better than you doing 20 different jobs a week. You could just stick to 2,” she joked. It was a slip for wanted workers at a diner. Waitressing staff.

“Thank you.”

“Of course Honey, now you get going. Enjoy your day with your mom,” she smiled, nodding you took the flyer with you. “Let me know if you need me to come and clean again.”

The woman chuckled, shaking her head waving goodbye as you headed to your car. You knew the diner, you drove past it going to and from jobs, you’d just never stopped by.

You’d have to pass it on the way to Family Video anyway, so there was no harm in asking.

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It wasn’t too busy in the diner, there were people dotted around, some groups, some alone. Some eating, some not. It seemed like a great place to people watch, to see so many people from different places, with different lives.

Walking up to the counter you smiled at an older woman, crows feet by her eyes, flecks of grey through her dark hair, but her eyes shone, young and playful. “Hiya Honey what can I get for you?”

“Hi, I actually came to ask about the waitressing position, is it still available?”

“It certainly is, have you got any experience?”

“I’ve had a couple different jobs, I worked at a cafe during summer break. I’ve worked cleaning jobs, with kids, in retail.” The woman hummed, nodding, “Well the shifts would change, you’d have to do 4 or 5 a week.”

“I can do that.”

“You’d serve customers, do waitressing, help in the kitchen if needed, cleaning.”

“Of course.”

“Okay, if you leave your name and number we can call and talk about you having a test day and we’ll see how we go.”

“Thank sounds great.” She slid a writing pad and a pen across the counter to you, disappearing to refill someone’s coffee.

“Liz, order up,” you heard a male voice speak from the back.

Two plates of delicious looking food was placed on the window out to the front, but the chef themself wasn’t visible. The woman moved quickly, weaving around stools and booths, taking the plates to a couple at the far end of the diner.

You’d imagine that they’d all know each other forever, the way they spoke like old friends. The woman, Liz, made her way back over to you, taking the pen and pad back.

“We’ll give you a call,” she smiled.

“Thank you.” She nodded giving you a wink and you were on your way.

You could only hope you’d get this job, 4 or 5 shifts a week would be great, then you could have room for a couple of odd babysitting jobs and still keep the house clean for your mom. All you had to do was actually get it.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You dried your hands with a towel, leaving the dirty dishes to air dry before you put them away. Dinner was cooking on the stove, and your mom would soon be home.

The music of your radio hummed with static, the station hiding the silence of the house. That was until the loud sound of the phone ringing overpowered it.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Speaking.”

“Hi there honey, this is Liz from the Old Bear Diner. I’m just calling about the waitressing job.”

“Right I see.”

“Well the position is yours if you want it, we’ll get you trained up.”

“What about the test day?”

“Well Mr Miller, the owner of the cafe you worked at, came here and when I mentioned you he couldn’t stop telling me how great of a worker you are.”

“That’s very kind. When would I start?”

“Wednesday if that’s possible, you’d start at 9am and finish at 5pm.” Quickly looking at the calendar you didn’t have any babysitting gigs, so it’d be perfect.

“Of course.”

“Great, I’ll be seeing you Wednesday Honey.”

“See you then.”

You couldn’t help grinning as you hung the phone back on the hook, taking dinner off the stove. Your mom found you dancing to the music on the radio, plating up your food.

“Good day?” she smiled, as you began to eat. “Mhm, definitely. How was work?”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Liz had shown you all the basics, how to use the till, where everything was stored, along with giving you a dark apron that sat around you waist.

“So when we have food orders, you hang them up here. Eddie will call when they’re ready, write the table numbers on the ticket if that’s easier for you,” she smiled.

“Right, is Eddie the chef?”

“Mhm, the one and only. You can also have anything off the menu for lunch, so just let him know and he’ll make it. I’ll introduce you now.”

Following her into the kitchen it was a lot of stainless steel counters, ovens, grills and deep sinks. “Eddie, got someone for you to meet,” Liz spoke, catching the taller man attention.

Turning to face you, you took him in. Dark curls, pulled back to sit in a bun at base of his neck, he was tall, lean but muscular, with tattoos dotted around his arms. His own apron sat around his waist, freckles and beauty marks decorated his face like his own personal constellation.

And his eyes, they were beautiful, like melted chocolate, you could very easily get lost in them. “Eddie this is Y/N our new waitress.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said softly, trying not to stair at the gorgeous man in front of you.

“You too. You shown her the basics?” he asked Liz. “Course I have, so be nice,” she warned, wagging her finger at him. “Always am.”

The older woman snorted, “You take that back, your uncle didn’t raise a liar.” This made Eddie smirk, smile lines and faint dimples appearing.

“Well we’ve got customers to serve, come on Honey.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Working at the diner was strangely something you looked forward to, something you enjoyed. Your mom wasn’t over the moon about it, worrying that you’d work yourself to sickness.

You were okay, you’d do your shifts go home, help around the house, spend time with your mom and still had time to do your babysitting gig. It worked out quite well.

“Morning Honey,” Liz smiled as you pushed through the door, “Morning.” You headed to the back, hanging up your jacket and your bag, tying your apron around your waist.

You walked past the kitchen, “Morning Eddie,” you called as you went, receiving a grunt of acknowledgment in return. He seemed nice enough, grumpy, but nice and beautiful - but you wouldn’t tell him that.

The diner was a 24 hour one so customers were already dotted around, it was a weekday so it was a lot of people travelling through, especially truckers.

“These are for table 4,” Liz smiled, handing you 2 warm drinks, nodding you went on your way. “Morning, I’ve got two hot chocolate.”

“Thank you,” an older man said, the younger one with him smiling slightly.

“Can I get you anything else?” you asked.

“Could we order some hot food?”

“Sure, let me just get a pad. I’ll be right back.”

Walking around the diner had become like a dance now, bouncing around the tables and chairs, back and fourth to the counter. “Eddie order for table 4,” you said, sticking the paper under a magnet.

Another grunt in acknowledgment, as the ticket was pulled down and into the kitchen.

“Morning Y/N,” a familiar voice spoke.

“Mr Connors, good morning. What can I get for you?”

“A tea for Cynthia,” he said, smiling over at his wife, “And a coffee for me.”

“I’ll bring them over.” The older man nodded, making his way to sit across the booth from his wife.

“25 years they’ve been coming here, and every time it’s like their first date all over again,” Liz said, sighing dreamily.

“Are you married?”

“Mhm, coming up to 15 years. Got a couple kids too, they mean the world to me. How about you Honey you got someone?”

You shook your head, “Now that does surprise me.”

“Why’s that?”

“I mean, look at you. You’re pretty girl.”

“Thank you,” you said shyly, “Honestly I’m just too busy.”

She nodded, filling up a mug with warm coffee and another with tea you heard an order called. “Order up.”

“I’ll take the drinks, you take the orders,”Liz said, sliding the mugs from the counters.

“Is this all of it?” you called over to Eddie, he turned half way so you could see the side of his face. He nodded and you moved quickly, feeling your face flush. Hoping that chatting with customers would take your mind off the beautiful man through the other room.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“I’ll see you later Liz,” you waved to the older woman, “Oh hang on Honey, I’ve got something to ask you.” You stopped in your tracks, car keys in hand.

“Do you think you could do the night shift on Friday?”

“I’ll have to check my calendar when I get home, I’ll call and let you know.”

“Okay, thanks Hun, you have a good night.”

You hadn’t done a night shift yet, Liz did a couple a week and Eddie seemed to live there, often taking doubles. Speaking of Eddie you raised your hand to wave goodbye, as he took a drag from his cigarette.

Nodding your way he let out a breath of smoke, sitting himself down on an old crate at the door. You climbed into your car and we’re on your way.

“Mom,” you called out when you entered the house. It was strangely quiet, her car was on the drive so she must be here. Hanging up your bag and jacket, you slid your shoes off.

Your feet padded across the floor, finding your mom on the couch. Her eyes closed, her chest moving up and down gently. “Mom?” you said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She was burning up, “Mom, come on let’s get you to bed.” She groaned as you helped her up, eyes barely opening as you took her to her room. “I’ll be back I’m just getting you some water.”

Taking a glass from the side of her bed you went to the bathroom, filling it with water and grabbing her some medication from the cupboard. “Here you go mom,” you said, helping her sit up.

Closing the curtains, the room was almost in darkness. “Was work okay?” she croaked out. “Yeah it was fine, they’ve asked me to do a night shift on Friday, gotta check the calendar.”

“You go do that honey, I’ll be okay.”

“Okay. You rest up, I’ll come and check on you later.” The woman hummed softly, snuggling down under her blanket and resting her head on the pillow.

Luckily Friday was free and you could take the shift, and your mom was off so she could rest and and get rid of whatever sickness this was. Dialling the number for the diner you waited for a few rings, a voice finally appearing.

“Old Bear Diner, how can I help?”

“Hi Eddie, it’s Y/N.”

“Oh hello, you alright?”

“Yeah was just calling to tell Liz I can do the Friday night shift.”

“Right, I’ll let her know.”

“Thank you.”

“Hm. See you Friday.”

“See you.” After hanging up you pressed your hand to your chest, how could a 20 second conversation do this to you.

You couldn’t even see him, it was just his voice. Dear god his voice. Get it together. He’s just a hot guy at work, would you find him hot outside of work? Probably not.

Okay that’s a total lie - grumpy metal head. Yes please.

You groaned placing your forehead on the cold wall, suddenly feeling the need for a hot shower.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?”

“Honey go to work, it’s just a cold.”

“Fine, but you’ll call if you need me?”

“Of course I will now shift it, you’re going to be late,” your mom said, pulling you to the door.

“Drive safe, I love you.”

“Love you mom.”

Arriving at the diner it was already busy, but that made sense for a Friday night. You parked your car up and went in through the back, not wanting to squeeze your way past the customers.

Eddie was there, standing on a cigarette he was clearly finished with. “Hey,” you said.

“Hello.” He held the door open for you, letting you duck under his arm. You held your breath as you did so. How did he smell so nice?

“Is Liz here?” you asked.

“It’s her anniversary, so night off. So it’s us, May and Chris.” You hummed, May was older than you and Eddie, but Chris was around the same age.

“Okay well I’m gonna go and get sorted.” He hummed, heading back to the kitchen, but watching you go first. Soon enough you were out on the counter saying a quick hello to May and Chris.

“Evening,” the man smiled, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. “How’s it going?”

“You know,” you shrugged. He looked like he was going to continue, but a group of teens sat down at a booth.

“I’ll go and sort them,” you smiled, grabbing a pad and pen from the counter. “Hiya guys what can I get for you?” And so the shift began.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was busy, manic even. When one table was dealt with another three seemed to need your attention. By 11pm your feet were burning. “Y/N, you can have your break now honey,” May spoke.

“You sure?”

“Mhm, grab something to eat, have a drink.”

Your shift would end at 5am, so keeping your energy was important. Nodding you headed to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water as you went.

Eddie turned slightly to see who was coming in, “Order?”

“Just mine.”

“What can I get for you?”

“Just some fries please.”

The man raised a brow at you,”That’s all you want?”

“Mhm.” He nodded, turning back to the grill, there were no tickets so it shouldn’t take too long. You opened your bottle of water, taking a swig.

“Go sit, I’ll bring it over.”

“You sure?”

“Do you know you ask that question about 50 times in a shift. I’m sure, go rest.”

You chuckled, pushing back into the main area, taking a seat on the furthest table. You head rested on your folded arms on the table, closing your eyes.

There was the faint sound of music playing from a jukebox, chatter, the sizzling of pans in the kitchen. It had become a soothing sound, a sound you were used too.

A few minutes passed, lightly dozing as you sat there. A hand pressed on your shoulder, “Hey.” Eddie.

“I’m awake.”

“I can see that. Eat up.” You rubbed your eyes, looking at the food on the table.

There was fries and a burger, “I only asked for-“

“I know. But you’re also falling asleep, so you need the energy. Eat up,” he said, offering you a tight lipped smile.

“Thank you.”

“Mhm. Eat.” You nodded, taking one of the fries, Eddie left you to it. Turning you head to watch him, you saw his eyes already on you.

Both of you looked away quickly, faces flushing. You tried to focus on your food, your shift would soon be over, then you wouldn’t see Eddie for a few days.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was finally the end of your shift and you were dead on your feet, you had no idea how the others did it. You threw your apron into your bag, sliding on your jacket and getting your car keys.

“See you later,” you waved to Liz who’d just arrived. “You get some rest Honey.” Heading out the back, you were met by Eddie, he stood by the wall smoking a cigarette.

“You heading out?” he asked.

“Mhm, I’ll see you Monday,” you replied, heading towards your car, feet heavy and eyes sore. “Y/N hang on.”

You turned to see Eddie, he threw the cigarette butt to the ground, “You’re dead on your feet, let me give you a ride.”

“It’s fine Eddie.”

“No it’s not, you look like you’re gonna fall asleep at the wheel. Come on we can even take your car, if you trust me.”

“Sure, but are you-“ he cut you off.

“Honestly, I’m sure. I don’t want you getting hurt. Now key,” he said, holding out his hand. You dropped them into his large palm without another word, heading to the passenger side.

“So where are we headed?” Eddie asked, you mumbled out your address, “Not too far then.”

“No not really. You really don’t have to do this.”

“Sweetheart, honestly it’s not a big deal.”

Holy fuck. Sweetheart. Oh my god. Your half asleep brain couldn’t deal with this.

“W-what about your van?”

“I’ll just walk back and pick it up, no big deal.”

“Eddie-“

“Shush.”

You sighed, knowing you weren’t going to win this fight. You sat quietly, it wasn’t awkward it was nice. It was a comfortable silence. Resting your head against the window, you heard Eddie pull out from the diner.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Hey, Sweetheart, wake up.” Eddies soft tone brought you back. “I’m awake.” A light chuckle came out, “I know you are. You’re home.”

Looking up you were parked outside your house, “Thank you,” you said.

“Anytime.” The pair of you climbed out of your car, Eddie placing the keys back in your hand.

“You get some rest okay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled, looking at your feet. “Sweetheart, seriously,” he lifted your face softly with his fingers, holding it so you’d meet his eye.

“How many jobs have you done this week?”

“Well … I did a couple shifts at the diner, then I babysat Holly Wheeler, then I helped out at the green grocers. That’s about it.”

“And then you’ve been coming home and cleaning? Making dinner?”

“My mom can’t do it all alone.”

“You don’t have to do it all either, you’re gonna make yourself sick.”

“I’m fine.”

“Seriously you need to rest. I’m gonna tell Liz to swap your Monday shift okay?”

“No! Eddie please I’m fine.”

“But you’re not.”

“I need the money, I need to help my mom.”

“Your mom is the parent this can’t all be on you.” You felt anger bubbling up in your stomach, an emotion you’ve never felt towards Eddie.

“Well hospital bills don’t pay themselves, my dads care won’t pay itself off. I need to help her or we loose everything and I won’t do that. So think what you want, but if I don’t work at the diner on Monday I’ll find somewhere else,” you said, pulling your face away from his hand.

“Thanks for the ride,” you slinked passed him, unlocking the front door, not even looking behind you as you went in.

“Shit,” the curly haired boy said to himself.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You were back in the diner for your Monday shift, and maybe Eddie was right, maybe you were making yourself sick. On Saturday night you babysat some kids down the street. Then on Sunday you helped clean Mrs Harris’ house again, then came home to do your own.

“Order up,” Eddie called from the kitchen, you walked over taking the plates. “It’s for table 7.” You hummed in acknowledgement, heading over to the group.

It was 4 men, older than your mother, but younger than Liz. They seemed to be businessmen, you didn’t have a lot of those passing through here.

“I’ve got the waffles and bacon,�� you spoke, sliding the plate in front of one of them. “Blueberry pancakes.” Another man raised his hand, “I’ll be back with yours in a second.”

“Take all the time you need Sweetcheeks,” one of the man said, his voice was sickly and you could feel his eyes on your behind as you walked back to the counter. You skin crawled at the feeling.

“Is this the last of it for 7?” You asked Eddie.

“Yeah, that’s all. You okay?” He questioned, you could see his furrowed brows through the window. “Yeah, fine.”

Turning you headed back to the men, “I’ve got scrambled eggs, bacon and hashbrowns.” You placed the plate down as quickly as you could without throwing it at the man. “And here’s the Old Bear special,” you said, to the creepy man.

“Thanks Sweetcheeks.”

“Can I get you anything else?”

“How about a top up?” he said, shaking his empty coffee cup. “Sure.”

Grabbing the jug of freshly brewed coffee you, took the mans mug, along with the others at the table, filling them up. “Can I get you anything else?” Please say no.

“Actually, I’d love a piece of you,” the man smirked, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. This caused you to panic dropping the coffee jug, the glass exploded everywhere and the hot liquid splashed your skin.

“You stupid girl!” The man exclaimed, throwing himself from the booth, his lap covered in the scalding liquid. “I-I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed.

“How stupid can you be! You burnt me! You absolute fool!”

“What’s going on over here?” Liz asked.

“This stupid waitress spilt hot coffee all over me and my breakfast, I demand that she’s fired!”

“I only dropped the coffee because you grabbed me!” you shouted.

“You stupid bitch! I’ll grab you alright,” the man launched for your throat, but was stopped by a hand around the back of his shirt.

“Get out,” Eddie said in his ear, his tone deadly, his eyes unblinking. “Me? She’s the one who-“

“You come in, you assault my staff and she panics, that’s your fault. You want to press charges go for it, but I doubt your wife will be happy when she finds out you’re trying to get with other women.”

“You asshole.”

“Get out of my diner, all of you. Before I show you how much you’ve pissed me off.”

The four men scrambled out, falling over each other as they went.

“Are you alright Honey?” Liz asked, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’ll uh, go and get a broom and the mop.”

“Oh no Honey I’ll do it.”

“It’s fine, it’s my fault.”

“No. Don’t even think that,” Eddie spoke up, walking over to you, “It was that assholes fault. You’re going home.”

“W-what no!”

“Yes, well actually you’re going to the hospital to get your arm checked.”

You looked down, not even realising the burning sensation on your right arm. It was covered in hot coffee. “I have a shift to finish.”

“Fine, I’ll drive you there now. Liz, you and James will be okay right?” he asked.

“Sure and if not, I’ll call Chris or May or Connie.”

“Great, come on get your stuff, let’s go.” Eddie led you out the back, holding your things in his hand, another on the small of your back.

“We’ll take my van okay, we can pick up your car later,” Eddie spoke. You just nodded, not really having any words to say. Climbing up, you took your bag and jacket from him, placing it by your feet.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine.” Minus the humiliation, the burning on your arm, being assaulted by a man, and you know probably losing the best job you’ve ever had - yeah you were great.

“Sweetheart, hey. It’s okay, you’re alright.” Eddies hands touched your cheeks, wiping away at tears you didn’t even know had been falling. “I’m so sorry,” you sniffled.

“What on earth for? None of that was your fault!” he stated.

“But I could’ve just-“

“Sweetheart he was a slime ball who hasn’t got any in years cause his wife thinks he’s gross. It’s not your fault that he doesn’t know how to behave when a pretty girl is around.”

Pretty.

“I’m just sorry. I really liked working here.”

“Liked? You leaving or something?” he asked. “I thought that after that I’d - well you wouldn’t want me to work there anymore.”

“You’re like my favourite person at this place, if I had it my way you’d go nowhere.”

“I don’t want to leave.” He leaned over and squeezed your good hand, “Then don’t, except right now because you need a doctor.”

You huffed a laugh, and Eddie pulled away, started up the truck and you were on the way.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Walking into the ER, it wasn’t overly busy, and Eddie led you to a seat. “Stay here I’ll get us some help,” he said. You nodded as he went to the desk, speaking to the nurse sat behind it.

The nurse.

Oh man.

Your mom.

“What’s the name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“What?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Eddie repeated. Your mom stood up walking around the desk, eyes meeting yours.

“Baby! What happened,” she said, rushing to your side. “I’m okay mom, just an accident at work.”

“Well thank goodness you came here. Let’s get you fixed up.”

It would probably get her in trouble, but she didn’t care, pulling you through to an examination room. Eddie followed you through, standing at the door.

“So I’m gonna clean it up and wrap it, we’ve got some creams at home to help.”

“I’m okay mom.”

“Thank you for bringing her in,” she spoke to Eddie. “Oh yeah of course.”

“So you work together?” she asked.

“Mhm, yeah Eddies the cook and uh the owner.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Eddie.”

“You too ma’am.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“I can finish early, take you home,” Your mom said. “It’s fine I’m okay.”

“I’ll drive her, can bring your car by later.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“What a sweet boy. Now go, my shift ends at 4.”

“Okay.”

Your mom pressed a kiss to your head, saying goodbye to the pair of you. Sat in the van, Eddie spoke, “Your mom seems nice.”

“Mhm, she is.”

“I can see why you want to look after her.”

“I’m sorry I snapped at you the other day.”

“I deserved it.”

“You didn’t, how were you supposed to know.”

“I should have backed off, I am sorry about your dad though.”

“Yeah me too, but you know we’re getting by.” He nodded, and sighed before talking, “Sweetheart, I know you’ll hate me for this, but I can’t let you come back to work until that arm heals up a bit okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered.

“But as soon as you’re good to come back, you can.”

“Thank you Eddie.”

“Of course.”

The drive to your house wasn’t a long one, and your arm wasn’t tingling anymore. “Thank you for today,” you said to Eddie.

“It’s okay, uh feel free to say no, but do you want some company?”

“Don’t you have to get back to the diner?”

“I’m the boss, I can go back whenever. So company?” You smiled, nodding, allowing him to follow you into the house.

“Your house is lovely,” he smiled.

“Thank you, uh get comfy, I’m just going to change.” You motioned to the lounge, as you headed to your room, wanting to get out of your work attire.

Changing into sweats and a short sleeve tee, you returned to find Eddie looking at photos dotted around the place. “That was the first vacation we ever went on,” you smiled.

You were stood between your parents, all of you had snowboards, thick coats and pants along with huge boots. You grinned a cheesy smile, a few teeth missing due to your age. Your parents were smiling too, laughing at your enthusiasm.

“You were cute,” Eddie nodded.

“Were?” you joked, but Eddies ears went pink. “I’m not saying you’re not cute now! You’re beautiful! I just mean that-“ You laughed, “Eds I’m teasing.”

The man smiled, face flushed, “You, Sweetheart, are a pain.”

“Hm, sure. Want to watch a movie?” you asked. “Yeah that sounds great.”

“I’ll go make some popcorn.”

I’ve got it, just tell me where it is.”

“I can do it.”

“Seriously, we don’t need another trip to the ER, what would your mother think of me?”

You rolled your eyes at him, making the man chuckle and leave to go to the kitchen. “It’s in the cupboard above the microwave,” you called to him.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The boy looked down, feeling a soft weight on his shoulder. They were half way through Return of the Jedi when he felt it. Looking down his stomach fluttered.

She looked so peaceful, her eyelashes kissing her skin, her chest rising and falling softly. Her hand didn’t look so red and sore now, her mom had done a great job. Soft breaths left the girl as she fell into a deeper sleep.

The curly haired man couldn’t help but smile, resting his own head on hers, letting his eyes fall shut.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You felt a comforting warmth beneath your cheek, rising and falling. A hand on your waist and a chin on your head. Shit. You’d fallen asleep.

Looking up slightly, you saw Eddie dozing away. He looked so cute. So calm. “Eddie,” you whispered. “Hm?” he mumbled.

“Eddie.”

“What’s wrong?” he said, voice deep and grumbly from sleep.

It was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard.

“We fell to sleep.”

“So?” You laughed at the sleepy boy, letting your head stay on his chest. “See, isn’t that bad is it?” he said.

“No, apart from the fact my mom is definitely home and has seen us.”

“I should probably go then,” he mumbled into your hair. “You don’t have to.”

“I know, but I need to check on the diner.”

You nodded, pushing up off of him, leading him to the front door. “Thank you for today.”

“Of course, I hope you don’t mind if I call to check how you’re doing.”

“Not at all, I mean you could drop by if you want.”

“Well I have to bring your car back so, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“I’ll see you,” you smiled softly. The man raised a hand, walking to his van.

Shit, you couldn’t let him go.

“Eddie!” you called, jogging over, feet cold on the concrete beneath. “What is it?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

“Um, I just,” you began, but stood on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his plush ones. They were warm and soft and made your stomach burst. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you whispered.

“I’ll see you,” he smiled.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

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Dave Lizewski X Reader - Social Suicide (Part 4)

summary - you’re were failing calculus so your teacher gives you a tutor, dave lizewski.

warnings - 18!dave, 18!reader, swearing, violence, mentions of injury, kidnapping, murder, poorly proof read 😭

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a/n - hey girlies! this is an extra long one for ya becos all the others were short asf. ta ta my lovelies xx

dave lizewski x popular!reader

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It’s the end of the day and you’re talking with Riley in the school parking lot next to her car. It’s the 2010 Chevrolet Camaro SS. It was her favourite colour, green. But not the bright green that’s disgusting. She got it wrapped in a sage green.

You were talking about mindless things. Her car. The car you are going to get when you leave high school. Todd. Dave.

“He’s cute. Bet he likes you. He couldn’t stop looking at you in the library.” She gives you that eyebrow raise you usually give each other with a cheeky grin.

“Oh shush, he doesn’t. We’re just friends.” A sad look comes across your face. You didn’t want to be just friends. You think Riley could tell.

“Oh babe, I can tell you like him. But I can also tell for a fact he likes you. I mean for one, you’re fucking sexy. And two, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. In the 45 minutes I was there he looked at you about a bazillion times.” Your eyes widened. No way. Not a chance. Not in a million years.

“Are you sure he wasn’t looking at something next to me? Because that’s what happens to me a lot, people think I look at them but I’m looking at something near them-” Riley cuts you off before you can continue waffling.

“Y/N, I’m 100% sure he was looking at you. Okay?” You nod your head in response. You both stand in silence for a few seconds before you look at the time. You and Riley have been stood here for an hour and a half and it was 4:30. You had to get home before Dave gets there.

“I’ve got to go, Dave’s coming to my house at 5. But we need to hang out together at some point.” You give her a smile and quickly get her to put her number into your phone as you hadn’t ever asked before now. You say goodbye and give her a hug before speeding off towards home.

It took around 50 minutes for you to walk home but only 20 if you take a shortcut. You never usually take the shortcut because it’s in a kinda dodgy area. But hey ho, you need to get home quick.

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You were 15 minutes into my walk and you got to the kinda dodgy part. You turn a corner, keeping your eyes to the ground. You had always hated going through here, which is why you never go this way.

Your eyes keep on the ground until you accidentally bump into someone. You step back and see three men. Blocking your path.

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.” You give them a smile then try to go around them. One of the men put his arm out and push you back.

“Sorry little lady but you’re coming with us.” Before you can say or do anything, the men grab you and then you see darkness.

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5 o’clock on the dot. Dave is at your door. He takes a deep breath and knocks. Much to his surprise, your younger sister answers the door.

“Who are you?” She raises her brow at him. Dave takes a shakey breath. This is his first time meeting her and from the things you had told him he’s worried how this interaction will go.

“Uh I-I’m Dave. Y/N’s friend.” Before Dave could say anything else your younger sister interrupted.

“So you’re Dave! Oh my days Y/N/N doesn’t shut the fuck up about you. Dave this. Dave that. Even when you weren’t speaking to each other, which I find a dick move from you in all honesty. But she likes you. A lot. And-” She cut herself off before she could say anything else and puts her hand to her mouth.

Dave chuckles, he scratches the back of his necks and looks down at his shoes. He then clears his throat.

“So is uh, is Y/N here?” Your younger sister shouts your name while facing upstairs.

“Nah sorry. Thought she was with you actually. Surprised she isn’t.” That’s when Dave began to worry. You two had planned to meet here at 5. And in the short time he’s known you, you are never late. Not even by a minute.

“Oh okay, I’ll come by later then. She’s probably with her friend Riley.” He chuckles nervously as he grabs his bike and begins to cycle away.

He calls Mindy and asks for her help. She tells him to come to her place so that they can make a plan and start looking for you.

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“Help! Anybody! Please!” You shout, hoping someone can possibly hear your cries for help. Most likely to no avail though. You suddenly hear someone laugh.

“No one is going to hear you dollface. We’re far away from everywhere.” You try to see something, anything from under my blindfold but nothing. They really did a good job at keeping you from seeing anything.

“Fuck you! Why the fuck did you pick me out of everyone?” The voice laughs again. It makes you want to smack the ever loving shit out of him.

“Because Kick-Ass has taken a liking to you Y/N.” The man grabs my jaw and squeezes it. Very hard.

“What do you mean?” You try to act clueless but you are 97% sure Kick-Ass is Dave.

“My men have seen him every now and then outside your house, just sitting across the street on a roof. At first I thought it was your older sister, but she’s barely there. And I know it isn’t your younger sister because she looks about 14. So I dwindled it down to you.” He releases my jaw then walks away.

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“Looks like she’s at a warehouse about 20 minutes from here.” Mindy somehow found you, based on the tracker that Dave had put on you before you even left the library. He had a feeling that something like this was going to happen at some point.

Dave nods, taking the katanas and handguns that Mindy had given him and went straight for the door.

“Dude! Wait! We don’t even have a plan.” Mindy grabs his wrist to prevent him from going any further.

“I don’t care! Who knows who the guy that took her is? For all we know he could’ve killed her by now so we’re just wasting time standing around even thinking about a plan!” Dave yanks his wrist from Mindy’s grasp and heads out the door. She follows him soon after.

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Dave and Mindy are now on the roof of the warehouse. They found a window to see how many people were there and if you were okay. They scan the whole floor of what they can see, but no sign of you.

“Wait… There!” Mindy points to the very corner of the room. When Dave sees you, his heart drops. You’re on the floor, not even on a chair and blindfolded. All he wants to do right now is take you into his arms and take care of you.

“I’m going in. Either you can come with me or stay here. But I’m not letting Y/N suffer any longer.” Dave goes and slides down a gutter on the side of the warehouse. He sneakily walks up to a side door, but it’s locked.

Mindy shoves Dave out the way and begins to pick the lock, only took her a few seconds before they heard the click. She carefully opens the door and looks around. No one in this room.

They find the closest door and open it slightly, peering through the gap. There are around ten men in there. All with guns. They look around more to see if they can see you, you’re still in the corner. Passed out.

“You take them five and I’ll take the other five. After that we grab Y/N and go.” Mindy nods at Dave, they both sneak up to the closest guys and get them in a chokehold.

This gets the attention of the eight other men. They immediately start shooting, to which Mindy and Dave - or should I say Hit-Girl and Kick-Ass - grab their guns and start shooting.

Dave then runs out of ammo so he pulls out his katanas and runs up to the nearest goon and slices his throat.

Mindy runs out of ammo and begins to fight hand-to-hand. Throwing punches left, right and centre, Mindy finally manages to knock most of them out.

“Now let’s go get Y/N!” Dave shouts to Mindy as he hurriedly runs in the direction of where you’re being held captive.

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Dave could hear your screams and cries for help. It made his heart hurt even more than it already did. And this fuelled his anger against the fucker who did this to you.

As the two of them get to the room you were in, the sight of you blindfolded and bound made Dave break. How could someone do this to such a beautiful and kind person like you? Someone who changed for the better when you two met.

“Finally. Took you a while didn’t it Kick-Ass? And love the girl you brought too. Makes it more of a challenge for me.” The man looks to be about 5’6, slim build and sounds like he needs an inhaler. All the wheezing he does makes him seem like he shouldn’t be fighting anyone.

“Even walking sounds like a challenge for you, bitch boy.” Mindy spits at the man. He raises a brow at her then turns to Dave.

“She’s feisty. I like that.” Dave points his katana at his throat, losing his patience and just wants to take you home.

“Let Y/N go. She never deserved any of this.” The man could tell Dave was about to crash out. He laughs in Dave’s face.

“Oh I know. But it’d be a lot less fun if I just picked a fight with you on the street. I needed to take something that meant a lot to you. And it seems she does.” The man points to you, practically curled up in a ball, blindfolded with your hands tied behind your back. It looks so uncomfortable.

“You’re a fucking piece of shit. She’s innocent. You’ve probably put her through hell and it was just to pick a fight with me?” Dave is fighting the urge to just cut his head off right now. If it hadn’t been for you being there, he would’ve just beaten him up and left it at that.

“Right enough chit chat. Can we fight now?” The man pulls out a big knife, Dave quickly looks to Mindy and they both nod.

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The fight was almost brutal. Mindy got knocked out, Dave almost got stabbed. Many cuts and bruises were given and received. That man put up a real fight. Dave and Mindy almost gave up. Until you hit him around the head with a metal pipe.

You found a shard of glass and cut whatever was keeping your hands bound and took your blindfold off. Taking this chance because everyone was distracted. You grabbed the closest thing to you and hit the man in the head with all your force.

“Y/N?” Dave immediately threw his arms around you. He was so worried but proud at the same time. He pulls away and cups your cheeks into his hands, he turns your head, checking for any injuries.

“I-I’m okay.” You look over to Mindy, no clue who she is. She sticks her hand out for you to shake.

“Hit-Girl. Nice to meet you. Heard a lot about you.” She gives you a nice, genuine smile. You shake her hand but then wince in pain.

“What’s the matter?” Dave almost instantly scans your body to check for any visible injuries. He finds a massive blood stain on your shirt. A big one.

You lift up your shirt slowly, and when the cut is visible your eyes widen, and so does Dave’s and Mindy’s. It wasn’t deep but it was very big. Say goodbye to bikinis.

“We need to get you somewhere safe so we can take care of that.” Dave gets one of your arms and put it over his shoulder, Mindy does the same with your other arm.

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Dave and Mindy took your back to your house. Mindy left, saying she had to go speak with her father. So that left you and Dave alone. Dave took the head of his suit off and immediately went into your bathroom.

He grabbed the first-aid kit from the cupboard under your sink, remembering where it was the time you helped him. He sits you on your bed, he gives you a look - asking for permission to lift your shirt. You nod at him in answer. He douses the cotton in rubbing alcohol. He pauses before making contact with your skin.

“This is going to hurt a lot Y/N… you’re going to need to bite down on something or squeeze something to help with the pain slightly.” Dave has a look in his eyes. A look that said this is going to hurt him as much as it’s going to hurt you.

“I’ll be fine Dave. Don’t worry.” You give him a reassuring smile. He nods at you and you brace for the sharp pain that’s about to come. As soon as the cotton pad makes contact with the massive cut you yelp and grab onto Dave’s bicep.

“Fuck!” You take a sharp breath in through your teeth. Then you hear your dad shout upstairs to you.

“Y/N! You alright sweetheart?” You and Dave look at each other with wide eyes. Quickly thinking of what to say.

“Yeah dad I’m okay! Stubbed my toe!” You hear your dad laugh then walk away from the stairs. You’re surprised he heard you because he’s deaf most of the time.

Dave continues to rub the cotton pad along your cut, you squeezing his bicep harder and harder in the process. Dave didn’t care that your nails were digging into him, possibly breaking the skin. He just wants to take care of you.

He finally finishes cleaning the wound and bandages it up. Making sure the tape is on properly and the gauze is covering the wound completely.

“I have to go, Mindy wanted to give me something. She said it isn’t urgent but I just want to get it over and done with.” Dave stands up and turns to go out of your window. You quickly grab his forearm, stopping him from moving.

“Please stay. I… I don’t want to be alone.” You look down to the floor, almost ashamed of asking him that.

“Of course I can. Am I fine changing? I don’t want to stay in these grim clothes.” He chuckles a little, looking down and gesturing to his suit. It was covered in blood and dirt.

“Of course. I think I might have an oversized t-shirt and sweats that could fit you. And I think I’m going to get changed as well.” You try to get up but wince in pain, you fight against it and stand up. However, you stumble over. Dave is quick to catch you though.

Dave’s grasp on you is tight, not tight enough to cause any pain. You straighten your posture, your faces now terribly close to each other. You both stand there, waiting for the other to do something. Both of your eyes darting from the other’s lips to their eyes.

You clear your throat and you both pull away. You look down at yourself and realise you need a shower. Feeling disgusting as you’ve been sat on a floor for god knows how long.

“We should probably also shower. You stink.” You grin whilst saying the last part. You ruffle his hair then go to your drawers to get two towels. One for him and one for you. You also get him an oversized t-shirt and the sweats that you promised.

Sadly for Dave, it was a pink oversized tee with Ghost-face printed on it and your favourite hello kitty pyjama pants. He gave you a ‘seriously?’ look. All you did was giggle and point him to the bathroom that was just down the hall from your bedroom.

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You are fresh out the shower, dressed in your fluffy PJs and lying on your bed. You were looking through a magazine when you look to the corner of your bed and see Dave forgot the clothes you had given him.

You quickly grab them and make your way to the bathroom you told him to go to. Before you can even knock, Dave opens the door. Your eyes widen at the sight.

His hair was damp, probably towel dried. Water droplets scattered across his torso and his gorgeous washboard abs. And his towel hung low, showing his v-line.

“I-I uh, you left these in my room.” You are breathless. Dave was dumbfounded, he didn’t know what to do. And all you wanted to do was jump his bones. But it’s too soon for that.

Dave takes the clothes out of your hand. He looks like ehe wants to say something but doesn’t. You nod and turn around to leave but Dave grabs your hand.

As you turn to face him he grabs your face and crashes his lips against yours. You react immediately, kissing back and placing your hand on the back of his neck.

He pulled you further into the bathroom and closed the door. Proceeding to push you against the door. Dave’s hands roam all over your body.

Dave pulled away for air. The look in his eyes made your breath hitch. Both of your breathing was heavy. Your hand is now on the back of his neck and the other is on his waist.

“Jump.” His words lit a fire inside of you. One that you weren’t going to put out any time soon. You do as he said and jump, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pushes you against the door again.

“You have no… idea how… long I’ve… been wanting to… do this.” Dave whispers between kisses. You begin grinding against Dave’s crotch. He instantly moans into your mouth and grinds into you back, earning a moan from you too.

You both pull away at the same time, looking into each other’s eyes. You want to tell him everything. How you feel about him. How long you have felt this way.

“Y/N… I like you. A lot. I did before we even started talking. I knew you were different but I didn’t want to say anything because of Haley. And when Miss Norwich asked me to tutor you I immediately said yes… what I’m trying to say is… Y/N Y/L/N, will you be my girlfriend?” His question make fireworks set off inside you. Your brain began to malfunction. You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even fathom what to say.

Dave’s expression began to falter, thinking he messed everything up with you. He puts you down on the floor and steps away. Not even looking at you.

“I-I’m sorry… sorry I said that…” Dave put the shirt on that you had given him. He kept rambling on and on about how sorry he was and that you could just completely ignore what happened.

“Dave!” He pauses, eyes wide that you had raised your voice at him. You take his face into your hands and make him look up at you.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend.” Your smile is massive as you look at him. He smiles and giggles at you. He can’t contain himself so he does a little celebration dance.

You both giggle for a bit, then Dave grabs you by the waist and pulls you in for another kiss.

Fin.

#dave lizewski #dave lizewski fluff #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski x you #dave lizewski x y/n #kick ass x y/n #kick ass x reader #kick ass

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yumiiyummech · 1 month ago

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diary entry : MISS LILICA

this is part 3!

start from part 1 or refer to the masterlist to read any missing parts.

Diary entry number 5

MOTHER hired a new lady to be her personal assistant. Her name is LILICA but she makes me add a Miss before it at all times. She doesn’t smile unless it's in front of business people. She’s strict and straight to the point. She kind of acts like a babysitter whenever MOTHER and FATHER leave as if the cameras weren’t enough.

She’s mean and scary, MISTER DIARY. If there is one thing I can hope for and control, I hope she never finds you. LILICA is very, very loyal to MOTHER and has a ton of skills. And you know how MOTHER would hate to see the things I write. She would kill me. They would kill me. I honestly don’t think it’s an exaggeration.

Nonetheless, if LILICA found you, it would be the end of me. She reports my every move to MOTHER just like the cameras around the house.

There’s a reason I don’t leave this room, you know! No matter how boring this room is, it has no eyes yet. I should be thankful.

LILICA also handles everything that has to do with me. She decides my schedule and does business with different agencies for collabs or whatever. MOTHER tells her what I need to wear and eat. She tells me when to sleep and when to wake up. She replaced my nice tutor and told me that the other one quit although I know it wasn’t true. I never leave her sight unless it’s in this room. I bet right now she’s even outside the door, standing by. After every day, I feel like there's more and more being taken away from me.

She even has the eyes. The eyes I see in cameras, remember? LILICA isn’t a camera but for some reason she had eyes pop up all over her. The eye moves places sometimes. At one point, there would be an eye behind her head, watching me. Another time, it was on her arm. She doesn’t seem real. It scares me a lot. I never want her near me. It makes me wonder if LILICA is really a person or if the eyes can spread.

Truth is, MISTER DIARY, I’m suspicious of her. She’s frighteningly loyal. I know it’s not right to judge someone you’ve hardly met but I don’t think im in the wrong this time. I feel like i'm suffocating even though I’m not actually dying. Maybe it’s this dress I’m wearing right now.

I have to keep it short today. I’m taking another family photo for the papers again. I hate this dress. That means FATHER is going to be home for a little today. Wish me luck.

>> PART 4

#omori oc #omori wendy #dear mister diary #wendy is not the best artist...

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highladyluck · 1 year ago

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Season 2, Episode 4 Liveblog

Teaser:

Selene is so sanguine about her entire livelihood going up in smoke! It’s almost like this has happened before

Werewolf Perrin rumors have been crushed!

The problem with the Forsaken Ski Chalet is that there’s a Myrdraal infestation in the basement

It is a personal insult that the subtitles just say [chanting] when Ishy is clearly dialing up Lanfear (also if anyone can overwrite the audio for this scene with the dial-up modem sound I want to see the clip)

DARK PROPHECY IS A GO

Awww she’s an amateur artist

Dollars to donuts that ‘older sister’ is an Aes Sedai

It has to be so painful coming back home

Selene is so sanguine about her entire livelihood going up in smoke! It’s almost like this has happened before

How long, Selene? Exactly how long has it been?

I’m gonna need fanart/fanfic of the Forsaken Ski Chalet up near Kinslayer’s Dagger

Awwwwwwwwwww

The Accepted sleeves look AWESOME I know I keep saying that but it’s true! They’re little embroidered ombre flames

Alanna is like ‘I don’t do therapy, I only do sex advice’

Hmmmmm, that doesn’t sound like stilling aftermath, another point in favor of ‘shielded’

It’s good that they are namedropping Cads this early; she came out of nowhere in the books.

DARK, Alanna. Also I bet I know what that change in Moiraine was; the timeframe is right for it to be when Gitara died & she got her quest.

Moiraine is on the case!

Ooooooooooooh this is going to be FUN

DAMN so that’s why she wanted that specific red wine. This feels very on par with the books- Moiraine a step behind but trying desperately to stay in the loop and get Rand what she thinks he needs

Moiraine, damn

Yeah, no point letting him destroy himself until all value has been extracted from him :/

Elayne like ‘she’s been promoted’ lmao she would think it was just that

Oh Egwene, you have not even begun to feel like shit

Ooooh someone gave Liandrin her marching orders

FORESHADOWING

Awww it’s Hopper! Hi Hopper

Werewolf Perrin rumors have been crushed! It’s ok he is a werewolf in my heart, the way Rand is a ghost in my heart and Mat is a vampire in my heart. And by ‘in my heart’ I mean ‘in the subtext’

Huh, interesting thing with the visions

Perrin like ‘excuse me, why did I not get an instruction manual and personal tutoring, this is a shitty apprenticeship so far’

None of the Tower’s fucking business honestly (this is also why info about the Power doesn’t get shared but whatever)

Lmao Selene you lie about more than that

Her face when Rand says ‘you’d be surprised’ lmao, that’s a Lanfear Face (TM)

Oh honey you haven’t even broken the world yet

“[dice rattling]” IT’S MY BOY!!!

Is Min gonna have Mat kidnapped by the Seanchan and taken to Falme? I am INTRIGUED

I’m glad the show explores the rift in families created by the long lives of Aes Sedai

Liandrin says ‘Rescue mission! You love a rescue mission!’

Alanna does not like Dark Prophecies written in blood, I guess?

Ooooh there’s that Damodred spirit (political maneuvering)

“This is my room.” - Elayne

“didn’t ask, don’t care” - Nyneave

Egwene no no no you already have enough trauma you don’t need to go to Falme

Uh oh, always a bad sign when Ishy shows up in your dreams (I love that the non-ta’veren are getting Ishy dreams!) also at this point it should be obv to everyone that Liandrin is bad news bears, even if you missed the lying

Oooooh interesting, what IS In Cairhein?

The problem with the Forsaken Ski Chalet is that there’s a Myrdraal infestation in the basement

Lmao like she didn’t know

Selene doesn’t know anything about being seen as a monster, nope

Oh ok that bit about her soul is great

Rand is vanilla

What the hell

Wow that is the most awkward thing I can imagine happening between Rand and Moiraine, you’re gonna give him a complex about… killing… women… I see

I cannot wait to see Lanfear do some horror movie shit

YEAH

AVI NEXT EP!!!

#wheel of time #wot on prime #wot book spoilers #wot on prime s2 #WoT on prime spoilers #WoT on prime s2e4

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falconcoast · 2 years ago

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finals week | various genshin x reader

ft. al-haitham, childe, zhongli

your boyfriend helps you during finals week.

a/n: laugh out loud for my ap psych exam next week wooooooooo

warnings; none.

al-haitham;

your boyfriend is very smart. you know this, the akademiya knows this, the scholars know this--everyone knows that he’s a bona fide genius in his field and beyond.

however, a consequence of his being so bright is that he’s a relentless tutor, which is why you’re sitting in your study, studying your ass off for your final exam before matriculation.

“define altruism,” he states, casually leaning in a chair across from you. several pens and papers are strewn about the room. your computer monitor blinks blankly, long abandoned. you drum your fingers on the table, and he raises an eyebrow. instantly, he reads your mind. “the vahumana perspective, to be specific.”

he makes a hand motion for you to be quicker about it. you straighten your back. “selfless care for others, especially when in danger. there are multiple theories as to why people are altruistic. some believe it’s solely the environment, others believe that it depends on pre-disposition, or that it is learned behavior.”

“good,” he places the flashcard down. “two more to go. give me an example of a social script.”

you pause, attempting to think before you speak. “social scripts are guides that people follow to approach social situations.”

he clicks his tongue. “not an example.”

“shit!”

“language,” he chides.

you sit and think, leg bouncing up and down. he raises an eyebrow, waiting for a response. suddenly, you have insight. “when you and i go on a date, we follow a social script. we wait to be seated, we call over our waiter, and we tend to leave a good tip at the end of our meal. we aren’t told to do those things, but because we’ve watched other people do so, we act the same way.”

“very well done. i’ll have to reward you on a date after this,” he smiles, before focusing his attention once again. “alright, final one for the night. people tend to fall in young adulthood. explain why this could be, based on the vahumana’s perspective on interpersonal attraction.”

“sentimental, are we? i didn’t know you were a sap,” you tease, but then you shake your head. biting your lip, you lean back in your chair as you think.

“first, many people attend secondary and post-secondary institutions. often, like at the akademiya, undergraduates leave their homes and stay on campus. that change puts the same people together all the time, or in close proximity. close proximity results in the mere-exposure effect, which is when people tend to like someone by just being near them.

“second, even if people don’t attend universities, people tend to truly get settled in their identity during young adulthood. there, we tend to hang out with people who are like us. for example, you and i met because we had the shared identity of scholars at the akademiya.

“third, according to some perspectives under the vahumana branch, some would say that the overarching issue that young adults face is the decision for intimacy or isolation. in this stage of life, people recognize the importance of intimate relationships, especially romantic ones. thus, they fall in love.”

“wonderfully put,” al-haitham sets down the card, and picks up your hand, kissing the back of it. “you did excellently, my dear.”

“i sure hope so. we went at it for three hours straight,” you roll your eyes playfully. “archons, you’re a ruthless tutor.”

“you’ll thank me later when you have high marks on your exam.”

childe;

“why did i study sports medicine?!” you exclaim as you flop your head down on the living room coffee table. your boyfriend peeks his head in, freshly showered after a workout.

“what’s up?” he asks, oblivious to the mess of papers on the living room floor.

“i hate finals. this will be the death of me.”

“yeah, i’m glad i never chose to go into any of those fields,” he remarks, to which you groan.

“i bet a business major like you would never have to figure out the difference between isotonic and isometric exercises,” you roll your eyes, before focusing on your laptop again. “plus, you play sports for the university, and you’re definitely gonna play professionally after this whole thing! gah, you have it so easy, childe.”

there’s silence as he watches you return to your work. engrossed in highlighting a little more, you haphazardly take notes for review. when he doesn’t leave after a moment or two, you twist yourself to look back at him. “did you need something or are you gonna just watch me study?”

“you need a break,” he declares. he strides over to you, pulling you off of the couch.

surprised, your brows furrow. “hey, i really need to--”

without a chance to finish your sentence, your boyfriend smacks you in the face with a pillow. the cushion falls flat off your face, revealing your gaping mouth and shocked expression. as if on instinct, you pick it up and volley it back towards him.

an exchange of pillows takes place in your living room. fuzz and feathers fly about the room as you toss them around. childe is all grins, sliding around in his socks and never once relenting in the pillow fight.

eventually, you both collapse on the ground, chests heaving. your notes and pens are knocked off the table, but you couldn’t care less. childe is beside you, equally exhausted. with a deep breath in, you look over at him.

“thank you, sweetheart. i needed that,” you say, kissing him on the cheek.

“anytime, my love,” he reassures, before smacking you with a pillow again.

zhongli;

it’s an ungodly hour, but your liyuean literature exam is more important than sleep.

you blink blearily at your computer screen, writing a few more notes on the records of the gallant. your back is slouched as you take a bright yellow highlighter and run it over the sloppily printed ink. after a moment, you take another look at it, only to find it unreadable. groaning, you run a hand over your face and sink into the back of the dining room table.

“evening, love,” your boyfriend greets you with a soft smile and hands behind his back. he stands tall, casting a shadow over your disarray of notes.

“you’re a sight for sore eyes,” you murmur, briefly acknowledging him before returning to your work. after this last test, you’ll be able to go on another nice date with your boyfriend. momentarily, it sends a surge of motivation through you as you thumb through the book.

“i know you’re busy, and you won’t come to bed even if i ask you nicely,” he says gently, but you’re only half listening. “but, right now, i must make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

raising your eyebrow, you look at him confusedly. “that’s really sweet, dear, but i’m doing alright, really.”

he looks at you with a deadpan expression before casting a glance at your several mugs of coffee scattered across the dining room table, wrinkled clothes, and disheveled hair. “as you say it is,” he quips sarcastically. “you must eat, my love. then, you can go back to studying.”

he moves his arms in front of himself, revealing a bowl of slow-cooked bamboo soup. your mouth waters instantly and your heart softens at the sweet gesture. suddenly, you snap out of it. “a-ah, i can’t. i have to stay focused…” you murmured, turning your head.

zhongli walks over with the bowl of soup, and the scent is heavenly. placing it in front of you, he pats your head and kisses your cheek. “you will not be able to handle your all-nighter without some food.”

“sweetheart…” you trail off.

“darling,” he responds curtly, not backing down.

reluctantly, you take the spoon into your mouth and eat. it re-energizes you quickly, and you quickly gulp it down. your boyfriend only chuckles, sitting across from you as you replenish yourself.

after demolishing the meal, you look up at him with tender eyes. “i owe you one. sorry for being stubborn.”

“no worries, love. your stubbornness is what will give you a perfect score on this test. although, if you’re willing to have my soup, maybe you’d be willing to go to bed…”

“not a chance.”

#alhaitham x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin impact imagines

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blueberrysauce54 · 2 months ago

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The Game She Plays- Chapter 7

Previous Chapter

-Days After- Athena walked into the gym, her sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. She'd seen Caitlyn earlier, laughing with her friends in the hallway, and something about the way she looked today made Athena's chest tighten. She had to see her—talk to her. After the coldness between them, she knew it was time to make an attempt to break through that wall she'd built up.

Caitlyn was sitting on a bench near the free weights, casually scrolling through her phone when Athena approached. There was a shift in the air, a subtle tension that Athena couldn't ignore.

"Hey," Athena started, her voice tentative.

Caitlyn looked up, cold. "Hey, Athena. What's up?"

"Um," Athena hesitated, suddenly unsure of herself. She rubbed the back of her neck, trying to find the right words. "I was wondering... if you could join me for a workout session today."

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp. She didn't respond immediately, but the silence felt heavy, like she was weighing something. After a long pause, she put her phone down, folding her arms.

"Are you serious?" Caitlyn asked, "After you didn't even acknowledge me at Mel's party, and skipped our tutoring session?."

Athena's jaw tightened. She hadn't expected Caitlyn to be so blunt, but she wasn't exactly surprised. She'd been pushing her away for so long that it wasn't easy to just waltz back in.

"Im sorry, Caitlyn. Its not about you." Athena shot back, her voice more defensive than she intended. "I've been working on some things, and I messed up and I fucked some guy at the party. I just... want to hangout with you. For once."

Caitlyn shook her head, almost laughing, but there was something bitter in her smile. "Yeah, I bet you do. You know, you're playing this game with me. You pretend to want me around, then you act like I'm invisible. Why don't you just admit it?"

Athena's heart hammered in her chest. She hated the way Caitlyn saw her sometimes—like she was nothing but a game to be played, a mystery to be solved. But she wasn't going to back down now. Not after everything.

"I'm not playing games with you, Caitlyn," Athena said, her voice a little softer this time. "I'm just trying to be... real. With you."

Caitlyn met her gaze for a beat, the intensity between them palpable. She stared at Athena for a long moment before standing up and picking up her water bottle.

"Fine," Caitlyn said, her voice still edged with something Athena couldn't quite place. "Let's see how long that lasts."

Athena's heart skipped. She'd just agreed to let her guard down. This was a small victory, and she wasn't about to screw it up.

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As they moved to the treadmill section, Athena found herself drifting into a memory from a year ago

the first time she'd ever really noticed Caitlyn in a way that was different from the others.

It had been a warm autumn afternoon, and the volleyball team had just wrapped up a practice. The usual crowd of students had been gathered by the lockers, laughing and talking, with some heading off to hang out and others just going home. Athena had finished up early and was on her way out when she saw Caitlyn, talking animatedly to Mel near the locker room entrance. She couldn't help but notice how stunning Caitlyn looked in that moment—her hair perfectly framing her face, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

A stray volleyball, soared directly toward Caitlyn's bag, knocking it off the bench and spilling the contents across the floor. Athena's heart stopped for a moment. The ball had been her fault, and Caitlyn was right there. Caitlyn blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard, before looking up at Athena, who was standing frozen in place.

Athena rushed over, her face heating with embarrassment. "Shit, sorry," she muttered, picking up the bag and trying to shove the contents back inside. "I didn't mean to—"

Caitlyn just laughed, her voice light and unbothered. "It's fine. Don't worry about it." Her smile was genuine, the kind that always made Athena's stomach flutter. Caitlyn had a way of making everything seem effortless, and in that moment, Athena realized she wanted to know her more. Much more.

Athena had stayed in the background after that, watching Caitlyn from afar, wondering if she'd ever be able to get close enough to break down the walls that Caitlyn had around her heart. But then, things had gotten messy. Athena had pushed everyone away, including Caitlyn, until now.

Back in the present, Caitlyn said firmly. "You've been avoiding me. Ignoring me. What happened to the girl I thought I was getting to know?"

Athena's jaw tightened, and she finally met Caitlyn's gaze, her expression guarded and unreadable. "I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for you to care about me."

"I don't care what you think you need or want, Athena," Caitlyn snapped, her frustration mounting. "But you're not going to just push me away without an explanation. You owe me that much."

The silence between them was deafening. Athena stood up, but there was no escape. She couldn't walk away from this. Caitlyn wasn't letting her.

Athena opened her mouth, but no words came out at first. Then, with a heavy sigh, she sat back down, rubbing her temples. "You're right," she said quietly. "I've been a fucking asshole to you. I know that."

Caitlyn waited, her heartbeat in her throat. She didn't know if she was ready for whatever Athena was about to say, but she needed to hear it.

Athena hesitated, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. "I've never been good at this... being real with people. I guess I just thought if I kept things surface-level, kept everyone at a distance, I'd be okay." She swallowed hard, as if the words hurt coming out. "But I'm not, Cait. I'm not okay. I... I haven't been okay in a long time."

Caitlyn didn't interrupt, just let Athena continue, the weight of her words heavy in the air.

Athena's voice cracked on the last part, and Caitlyn could see the tears threatening to spill over. It was the first crack in her armour, the first time Athena had ever shown just how deeply she had been hurt.

"I never wanted to be weak again," Athena continued, voice barely above a whisper. "So I built these walls, and I... I never let anyone in. Not after Vanessa. Not after everything I've lost. I didn't want to care. Didn't want to get hurt again."

Caitlyn's chest ached. She wanted to know more about this Vanessa, maybe she was one of her best friends? Everything Athena had been hiding, the reason for her walls, suddenly made so much sense. Athena had never been the tough, unbothered girl she let everyone believe. She had been broken, left to pick up the pieces of herself and had no idea how to let anyone in.

Caitlyn kneeled in front of Athena, gently placing a hand on her knee. "Athena, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going anywhere. I just... I need you to be honest with me. I can't keep guessing, and I don't want to be a part of your game anymore."

Athena's eyes flickered to Caitlyn's face, and for the first time, Caitlyn saw the vulnerability in her gaze. "I don't know how to be real with you," Athena admitted, voice raw. "I don't know how to let you in."

Caitlyn's heart thudded in her chest, and she leaned closer, her voice steady. "Then let me help. Let me in. I want to understand you, Athena. I want to be there for you, if you'll let me."

Athena bit her lip, her face flushed, and for a moment, there was nothing but the soft hum of the gym's lights. Then, without warning, Athena reached up and cupped Caitlyn's face in her hands, her thumbs brushing over her cheekbones. Caitlyn held her breath, heart racing, as Athena leaned in slowly, her lips barely grazing Caitlyn's ear.

"I'm scared, Cait," Athena whispered.

Caitlyn leaned into her, but suddenly Athena got up.

"Cait, I don't want to hurt you. Please." Athena said defeatedly.

Caitlyn was shocked by the deflection of the moment that was about to occur, but she understood. She nodded, "I understand Athena."

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#wlw #caitlyn #caitlyn kiramman #arcane #caitlynarcane

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cupiditis · 1 year ago

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wah tired (but for good reasons)

had class at tutoring centre today and went out w my parents afterwards! it's nearing puja season so my mom had to buy a bunch of sarees as gifts for family members + my grandma told her to get one for herself and i helped her choose a dual tone saree (red under, blue above, it seems to change colours as the fabric moves)

i'm excited for puja even though one of my neighbourhood friends will be in her home state and not here cause i'm going on a weekend trip with the other neighbourhood friend <3 yes very excited

how are you doing?

ohhh what's puja season ?

woah your moms saree sounds so pretty <3 bet she looks gorgeous in it !!

ohh a weekend trip ? send pictures okay ?

i've been great ! been having so much fun doing lots of hairstyles everyday but also i got instagram which my parents approved !!!! and also today there was a small fire at my school but thankfully it was put out quickly

and i also plan to stay longer than necessary at my volunteer thing, i love those kids .. and also i wanna stay longer

#☆ . snake

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yhrkcnrk · 2 months ago

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Tainted Hearts

Chapter 43 : Preparations for Exam

The courtyard of the school was a serene setting as Riko, Chika, You, Hanamaru, and Ruby lounged around, enjoying the fresh air. The soft rustle of the wind was accompanied by the sound of lighthearted conversation between the five friends. Chika sighed loudly, flopping her arms across the bench.

"Exams are almost near, and I haven’t studied yet!" Chika groaned, rubbing her forehead in mock despair.

You chuckled, leaning back. "Oh, that’s right! But I’m not surprised you forgot, Chika-chan," she teased.

Chika turned, glaring at her best friend. "How dare you, You-chan! I bet you haven’t studied yet either!"

"You’re right," You admitted with a laugh. "But at least I’m not pretending I’m ready!"

Everyone burst into laughter at their playful banter, the mood light and carefree. Riko, sitting next to them, smiled warmly and turned to the two first-year students.

"How about you two? Have you studied yet?" she asked, her tone gentle.

Hanamaru smiled as she answered, "Ruby and I studied a little bit, zura. We’ve been going to the library when we don’t have anything else to do."

Ruby nodded, adding quietly, "Yeah, sometimes it’s just the two of us studying."

"That’s good, you two," Riko praised them, proud of their dedication.

Suddenly, Chika threw her arms around Riko, clinging to her dramatically. "Help us, Riko-chan! You’re our only hope!" she begged, her tone full of over-the-top pleading.

You lit up with an idea, snapping her fingers. "Oh, I know! Why don’t we have a group study?"

Riko tilted her head thoughtfully. "That’s a good idea," she agreed.

Chika’s eyes brightened, and she quickly added, "And why don’t you invite Tsushima-sensei too, Riko? She could help us study!"

The other three nodded in enthusiastic agreement, their eyes lighting up at the thought of a private tutoring session with their quirky teacher.

Riko hesitated for a moment. "Hmm… I don’t know," she said, glancing at the eager faces around her.

Chika clung tighter, her voice pleading. "Please, Riko-chan!" she begged.

With a sigh, Riko relented. "Okay, okay, let me ask her later if she’s not busy."

"Yay!" the four of them cheered in unison, clearly delighted.

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Later that day, Riko and Yoshiko were walking home together. The street was quiet, the sound of their footsteps echoing gently in the evening air. Riko glanced at Yoshiko, suddenly remembering something.

"Oh, I forgot to ask," Riko said, breaking the comfortable silence.

Yoshiko turned to her, curious. "Hmm? What is it?"

"Chika-chan and the others are planning to have a group study, and they asked if you could come and help them," Riko explained. "Since the exams are almost near."

Yoshiko thought for a moment, then smiled. "Yeah, sure. I’d be happy to help them out."

Riko’s face lit up with relief. "Really? Thank you! I wasn’t sure if you’d be too busy."

"Anything to help you guys out," Yoshiko replied, her smile growing wider.

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That night, Riko was texting her group chat with Chika, You, Hanamaru, and Ruby in LINE.

Riko: She agreed.

Chika immediately sent a celebratory sticker, a big "Yay!" flashing on the screen.

Chika: Thank you, Riko-chan!

Riko: It’s not me you should thank.

Hanamaru: Don’t worry, Riko-senpai. We’ll be sure to thank Tsushima-sensei too.

Ruby: Where are we going to study?

Riko: Let me ask Yoshiko.

Riko quickly called Yoshiko, who picked up after just one ring.

"Hey, Riri! What’s up?" Yoshiko answered cheerfully.

"Hi, Yocchan! The others were asking where we’re going to do the group study," Riko explained.

"Hold on a second," Yoshiko said. "I think I know a place, but I’ll have to call someone real quick."

"Sure," Riko replied, waiting as Yoshiko put her on hold.

Yoshiko dialed Mari next. The phone barely rang before Mari’s lively voice answered.

"Oh, Yoshiko! Need help sleeping? Don’t worry, I’ll come over—"

Yoshiko immediately cut her off. "No, thank you."

Mari giggled. "Aww. What’s up?"

"Riko’s friends are planning a group study session, and we don’t have a place to do it. Could we borrow one of the rooms in your hotel?" Yoshiko asked.

Mari laughed. "Helping out your little girlfriend’s friends? How sweet of you! Of course, you can borrow a room! You’re welcome anytime."

Yoshiko smiled, feeling grateful. "Thank you, Mari. I knew I could count on you."

Mari's teasing tone returned. "I’ll even give you and Riko your own room for some ‘private studying.’ Wink, wink."

Yoshiko, blushing, simply hung up, ignoring Mari’s laughter. She sent a quick thank-you message afterward, making Mari smile.

Returning to the call with Riko, Yoshiko said, "Sorry for the wait. We’ve got a place to study now."

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The next day, they arrived at Mari’s luxurious family hotel. As soon as they stepped inside, Chika, You, Hanamaru, and Riko were in awe, admiring the fancy decor. Ruby, who had been there before with her sister, just smiled, while Yoshiko stood next to Mari, watching the group’s reaction.

"Welcome!" Mari announced grandly, her arms spread wide.

"Thank you, Principal Mari," Chika said.

Mari looked horrified. "No, no! Call me Mari-chan! I’m not that old!"

She then pulled them into a group hug, causing You to blush. "Thank you, Mari-chan," You mumbled, her cheeks still pink.

Mari giggled. "How cute! You-chan!"

Turning to Ruby, Mari asked, "Ruby-chan, is your sister at Kanan’s already?"

Ruby nodded. "Yes, she’s waiting for you there."

"Perfect!" Mari said before handing Yoshiko the room card. "Here’s the key to your study session room. Snacks are already in there, so eat up!"

Chika’s eyes sparkled. "Thank you, Mari-chan!"

As they were about to head to their room, Mari leaned in close to Yoshiko, whispering, "Here’s another card key… for your own ‘study session’ with Riko," she winked.

Yoshiko blushed and sighed in irritation. "This girl..." she muttered.

Noticing Yoshiko’s blush, Riko asked, "What did she hand you?"

"Nothing," Yoshiko said quickly. "Let’s go to the room."

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They entered the study room, and again, everyone except Ruby and Yoshiko was in awe of the luxurious setup. Chika beamed as she rushed toward the fancy snacks laid out on the table.

"Look at all these fancy snacks!" she exclaimed, popping one in her mouth. "Delicious! You should try some, Riko-chan!"

Riko tried one and smiled. "Wow, they’re amazing."

Hanamaru and You followed suit, enjoying the treats. Hanamaru, smiling widely, said, "Delicious, zura!"

Yoshiko cleared her throat, drawing their attention. "Let’s sit down and get started with the study session, so you can all head home before it gets dark."

Chika giggled, "Woah, it feels like we’re in class."

They all gathered around the table, and the session began. Yoshiko helped Chika and You, while Riko focused on tutoring Hanamaru and Ruby. The study atmosphere was both serious and playful, with Yoshiko giving tips and occasional light scolding when Chika got distracted.

A little later, Chika grinned and teased, "You two feel like our parents, with the way you’re helping us."

Yoshiko and Riko exchanged a quick, blushing glance before Yoshiko turned back to Chika. "Takami, concentrate."

"Sorry!" Chika giggled, earning laughs from everyone else.

You piped up after a while, "Tsushima-sensei, you’re actually pretty cool to hang out with."

Yoshiko smiled, grateful for the compliment. "Thank you."

Chika suddenly chimed in, a sly grin on her face. "Riko-chan, I’m actually really happy you’re dating Tsushima-sensei."

Riko blinked in surprise. "Why?"

"Because now we have our own private teacher and we’re friends with the principal!" Chika said with a laugh.

Everyone burst out laughing at the unexpected comment.

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As night fell, it’s dark outside, and the study session has just finished. Mari pops into the room, her usual energy filling the space.

"Hey, kids! How was it?" Mari asks with a playful grin.

"It was totally fun!" Chika exclaims, looking up from the table still scattered with notes and snacks. "Thank you for letting us use one of your rooms, Mari-chan!"

"No problem!" Mari waves her hand dismissively, but there's a warmth to her smile. "You can use any of my rooms anytime you need!"

The group responds with a chorus of "Thank you!" as Mari’s grin widens.

Then Mari turns to Yoshiko. "Since it's pretty dark outside and I want my little students to be safe, Yoshiko, why don’t you borrow our van outside and take them home?"

Yoshiko glances around, her gaze resting on the group, and then she nods. “Yeah, sure. I’ll drive them home.”

Mari tosses the van key to her, but not without one last tease. "Be sure not to run away with it… you know, with your girlfriend or something."

Yoshiko catches the key with a playful smirk and retorts, "Oh, that’s actually a great idea. Thanks, Mari."

Mari gasps dramatically, but soon bursts out laughing. The playful banter fills the air, making the others chuckle too.

Inside the van, the group settles in, with Yoshiko in the driver’s seat and Riko sitting next to her. Chika, You, Hanamaru, and Ruby are chatting happily in the back.

"Oh, and here’s the other key card you gave me," Yoshiko says, holding up the room key. "I won’t need it, so thank you."

Mari raises an eyebrow but grins knowingly. "Keep it. You never know when you might need an emergency… ‘study’ session with Riko." She winks.

Yoshiko blushes deeply, her cheeks turning red as she quickly shuts the car window in Mari’s face. Mari’s laughter echoes outside the van, as Yoshiko starts to drive away, flustered but smiling.

Mari waves them off with a big smile. "See you at school, and good luck on your exam!"

"Thank you, Mari-chan!" they call out, as Yoshiko starts driving away.

One by one, Yoshiko drops each of them off, exchanging goodbyes and thanks. Eventually, it’s just Yoshiko and Riko left in the van, the quiet night settling around them.

"I didn’t know you could drive," Riko says, her voice gentle as she glances over at Yoshiko.

Yoshiko laughs softly. "Well, you never asked. And I don’t really drive often since I don’t have a car." She shrugs, keeping her eyes on the road.

Riko blushes slightly. "You look extra cool driving," she admits shyly, her cheeks turning a soft pink.

Yoshiko turns to her for a brief moment, winking playfully. "I know."

They both laugh, the atmosphere between them warm and comfortable.

When they finally arrive at Riko’s house, Yoshiko parks the van and turns off the engine. "Wait here," she says, getting out of the van and walking around to open Riko’s door.

Riko blinks in surprise as Yoshiko offers her hand. "What are you…?"

"I always wanted to do that," Yoshiko says with a grin, her hand outstretched.

Blushing, Riko takes her hand and steps out of the van, her heart fluttering at Yoshiko’s princely gesture. "How princely of you," she giggles softly.

Yoshiko chuckles. "I try."

At Riko’s front door, they share a brief but sweet goodbye kiss. "See you at school tomorrow," Riko whispers, her smile soft.

Yoshiko smiles back. "Yeah, see you."

After Riko disappears inside, Yoshiko gets back into the van, driving back to Mari’s hotel to return the keys. Once she hands them to one of the staff, she heads home, a quiet smile lingering on her face as the night finally winds down.

#yohariko #yoshiriko #sakurauchi riko #tsushima yoshiko #love live sunshine #aqours #ao3 fanfic #fanfic

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fardell24b · 8 months ago

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Spider Quinn 09: A Part of the Journey - Part 2

SpiderGirl left home after Daria had comforted her, in her usual clumsy way. ‘Maybe I do need grief counselling,’ she considered. She arrived downtown near a Bank. She had heard that there was an attempted break in a day earlier. She was about to look around when she saw Stacy walking down the street. ‘I need to talk to her, given that I have focused on Anna and the boys this week,’ she thought.

“Stacy!”

Stacy turned and saw Quinn coming towards her from up the street. “Quinn?”

“You heard about what happened with Ted, right?” she asked.

“Yes. Like it seems that he may be there for a while,” Stacy said in her usual worried tone.

“But he is alive, there is that.”

“True,” Stacy said. “And that boy has recovered from the snake bite.”

“Ben,” Quinn said. “He was released yesterday. I didn’t expect to be back at the hospital so quickly.”

“I ran into Anna, yesterday,” Stacy said. “She wasn’t that worried.”

“You didn’t see her at the hospital. She did look worried.”

“Right.”

The two caught up as they walked along the street.

Meanwhile, in a house in Lawndale Flats, a public housing estate on the eastern edge of Lawndale the robbers were discussing things.

One of them was channel surfing. “Nothing. Nada. Not a single sidebar. A guy has gotta miss a hundred grand in cash and jewels.”

“Not Osborn. There’s no telling what he has stashed in that mansion.” One of them said as he put a disk in a computer. “Cash, jewels, art, cars, you name it.”

A third one looked at the computer screen. “I think I know why Osborn didn’t file that robbery report. It looks like he has hacked into his rivals computer systems. Quest, Stark, Hammer, you name it.”

“He thinks they can’t trace him to Lawndale huh?” the first one said.

“Probably, but we should pay him another visit,” the second one added.

Osborn was in his home office on the phone. “I don't care. If I wanted excuses, I'd call the police,” he said.

A pause.

“Well you’re supposed to be the best private security firm in Philadelphia,” he said before hanging up. He then noticed that he wasn’t alone. “You broke in again?” he asked.

“That’s obvious, bro.”

“I’m calling the police.”

“You didn't last time. And we know why. We read the disk, Norman.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“You’re hacking into your rivals’ systems. I think Stark would be very interested to know how you bypassed his firewalls.”

“That’s no concern of yours,” one of the robbers/blackmailers said as he punched Osborn.

“What do you want?”

“A million. Cash. If you try anything stupid, even if you think a stupid thought, your disk is gonna be uploaded to the internet for all the world and your competitors, including big baby Tony to see.”

“How do I reach you?”

“We’ll reach you,” one of the blackmailers said as he threw a cell phone down on Osborn’s desk. Then they all made themselves scarce.

“You have no idea who you’re dealing with!” Osborn said into thin air.

After talking to Stacy, Quinn walked along Main Street as her usual self, looking out for suspicious behaviour. She then came up to Zammit’s Boutique. She then noticed that Angie was looking out into the street with a sad expression. “Angie?” she asked as she entered the shop. “Angie?”

“Hey Quinn!”

“Is everything OK?”

“You’re asking me if I’m OK?” Angie asked, quietly, not at all like her usual self.

“Like I know I’m grieving, but…”

“I bet you think it’s great to move to Lawndale, even after what happened. Like a town of opportunity right. Use it as a base for designing fashion?”

“Well, I'm not sure that's the life for me. Like, I’m not sure Lawndale is as great as I thought it was. Is that it? That you think you’ll be stuck here?” Quinn asked.

“Sometimes you don't have a choice,” Angie groused.

“If you put your mind to it, you’ll get out of here.”

“My grades are getting worse, Morgendorffer!”

“Oh!” Quinn said. “Have you thought of tutoring.”

“And be lumped in with weird Anna and her hypochondriac boyfriend?”

“I don’t think they’re dating, and we could do it separately. What does Robert think?”

“Robert doesn’t know,” Angie admitted. “Though I’m sure he suspects something. I’m going to spend the rest of my life here in Lawndale, in this store. I’ll be another ‘Remember her!’

Quinn turned away as a customer asked Angie something, not realising that that customer was one of the robbers. She left the store, thinking about what Angie had said.

“Are you Angie Zammit?” the girl asked.

“What is it to you?” Angie asked, hoping that she hadn’t overheard her conversation with Quinn.

“I’ve seen you do a cheer in Oakwood.”

“Good for you! It’s not working out.”

“Not working out huh?”

“How much did you hear?” Angie asked.

“That you fear that you’re trapped in Lawndale. Like I feel that. I’m Wade.”

“As in Wade McFarlane, who lead the Lawndale Cheer team five years ago?”

“The same. But things happened. I lost my scholarship.”

“It doesn’t seem like I will get one,” Angie groused.

“So, what's your plan now?”

“Don't have one. I just don't want to do this the rest of my life.

“I hear ya. Where's the future in that, huh?” Wade said “Say, uh, we're having a party at our place tonight. Why don't you, uh, swing by?”

“I have to close up.”

“Afterwards.”

‘Sure,” Angie said.

SpiderGirl was still thinking about her conversation with Angie as she walked along the rooftops of the shops opposite. ‘I talk to Ms. Li on Monday,’ she decided.

Lawndale Sun-Herald

Sunday 10 January 2000

More Mysterious Break ins

Early in the day, Quinn walked into Ted’s hospital room and found him awake.

“Hi, Quinn!” Ted said.

“Your Mom called and told me you were awake.”

“You’re my first visitor.”

“How you’re feeling?” Quinn asked.

“Still off.”

“Everyone was worried about you.”

“I noticed. There are even flowers from Mr. Osborn,” Ted said.

“I also want to say I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Letting you get hurt,” Quinn admitted.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know. But do you remember anything about them?”

“Not really, except that one had a hexagon tattoo,” Ted said.

“Something to look into.”

“Are you becoming an investigative reporter?”

“Maybe,” Quinn considered. “Get some rest,” she added as she kissed Ted on the hand.

“I’ll try. Thanks.”

At the same time Norman met Joey and Robert at the theatre.

“This theater means something to a lot of people. I spent every Saturday of my childhood here,” Joey said

“Like it was like being transported to some other place,” Robert added.

“Those are nice stories. But why is it important to you really?” Osborn asked.

“All of our parents met here. I guess we’re trying to hold onto Lawndale’s past.”

“So, I’m supposed to preserve this monument to local history?”

“Yes, Sir,” Robert answered.

“This is business Mr. Allan, Mr. Green. Most of the closing storefronts are becoming office spaces. The downtown needs a parking garage.”

“So, you're going ahead with your plans?” Robert asked.

“You haven’t given me a reason to change my mind.”

After leaving the hospital, SpiderGirl headed downtown and ended up at Zammit’s Boutique again. She saw Angie looking under the weather through the window. ‘I need to talk to her.’

Angie didn’t like it at all. That she had to work at the store after being out the previous night. She saw Quinn enter. ‘Is she going to be like yesterday?’ she asked.

“Do you have a minute?” Quinn asked.

“I’m busy.”

“Do you remember the girl who came in while we were talking yesterday?”

“Doesn’t ring a bell. Lot’s of girls come in here,” Angie responded.

“Angie! This is serious!” Quinn said as she grabbed Angie’s arm.

“Ow! Quinn!” Angie said with a wince.

“What’s wrong with your arm?” Quinn asked.

“I hit it with something, OK?” Angie said as she rubbed it.

But Quinn saw that there was a tattoo there, similar to what Ted had described. “Where did you get that tattoo?”

“Mind your own business!” Angie responded.

“Ted is awake and he described a similar one on one of his attackers.”

“It’s a coincidence I assure you! Now get out of here!”

Quinn then went home.

#daria #fanfic #norman osborn #quinn morgendorffer #spider-man #stacy rowe #ted dewit-clinton

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