𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

CHAPTER 20 - anything but knives!

a/n - please voteteeee

4 days later
"happy birthday!" i exclaim as i run up to olivia. "thank you!" she laughs, hugging me tight.

after we have lunch, i give olivia her presents and we hang out for a few hours. she says she needs to go and have dinner with her family, and i understandingly nod. "thank you for the presents," she smiles. "no problem, call me later?" "of course," olivia smiles, kissing me.

after olivia leaves, i run to my room, opening my notebook.

9 hours later
i move the sewing machine to the side, wiping the sweat off my face. i hold the red and blue suit up, leaning back in my chair.

i take off my pants and t-shirt, sliding my legs through the suit. i jump up, and pull it up. i pull the loose mask up, going to the mirror. "please work," i pray, hovering my hand over the spider logo. i press it, laughing in amazement as the suit tightens my body.

i fall to the floor in excitement, laying there with my legs and arms spread out.

i start to swing around pretty fast, shooting a web to a high building. i swing too far down, my body hitting the rooftop. i grunt, laying there for a second before getting back up, "i'm good! i'm good."

i watch from the inside of a car, watching as a man tries to hijack it. he gets in, closing the door as i cross my legs. i clear my throat, "you know, in the future, if you're gonna steal cars, don't dress like a car thief." "what are you? you a cop?" he asks, turning to me, breathing heavily. "really? you seriously think i'm a cop? cop in a skin-tight red and blue suit? you know, you're-" i cut myself off, shoot a quick web to his face. he turns back around, trying to pull the web off. "you've got a mind of the true scholar, sir," i say. he scrambles to open the door, but i shoot a web, pulling it back in. "i was going more for the guys who do the luge," i say, pulling the door back in. he scrambles, getting out the window. "good thinking, good thinking. use the window, get out the window."

he falls out the window, looking around for me, panicked. "crotch!" i yell, jumping and wrapping my legs around his neck. i flip us over, and he scrambles to stand up. i stand up too, moving back. "just let me go," he says, pulling out a pocket knife. "is that a knife?" i ask, putting my hands up and getting to the ground, "is that a real knife?!" "yes, it's a real knife," he says, the tone in his voice getting more confident. "my weakness, are small knives," i whimper, putting my hand up to him. "just let me go," he continues. "anything but knives!" i yell, before shooting a web to his hand. he launches back, arm stuck to the brick wall behind him. "what is that?!" he yells, trying to yank his hand away. "webbing that i developed myself. i don't think you really wanna know." "come on, let me go!" he grunts. i shoot another web to his other hand. "wait, one second, hold on one second," i say, going to sneeze. "achoo!" i pretend to sneeze, shooting a web at his crotch. i shoot another three webs on him. "come on, let me go! stop it!" he yells. i laugh, spinning around. "dude, it isn't funny!" "it is kinda funny," i laugh. "help!" he yells out. "shh!" i say, shooting a web to his mouth.

"oh! boys in blue here!" i yell, seeing multiple cops on motorbikes. "i got him," i tell the cops. "freeze!" a cop yells, pulling his gun on me. "he's not going anywhere," i say. "you in the tights, don't move," he says. "you serious?" i put my hands up. "who are you?!" "no one seems to grasp the concept of the mask!" i walk towards him. "freeze!" he yells, shooting. i dodge all the bullets, flipping over him and taking his pistol. "i just did 80 percent of your job. huh? and that's how you repay me?" i throw his pistol under a car, hearing more sirens wailing.

i run away, webbing to a building and pulling myself up. i start to swing onto a bridge, "hey, watch out! i'm swinging here!"

i lay back in bed after getting changed, slightly out of breath. i take out my phone, going onto twitter. i laugh, seeing my whole timeline filled with me. "oh, i need to think of a superhero name," i say to myself. i scroll through the tweets, seeing videos of me swinging around.

after work, i put on my suit, jumping off my balcony.

i stand on a building, hearing someone yell out 'hey!'. i look down. "you're that spider chick on youtube, right?!" a man yells. "um... call me spider-woman!" i yell back. "okay, spider-woman. do a flip!" i swing my arms back, doing a flip. "yeah!" he yells. i shrug, smiling.

i open the door for olivia, making sure to hide my suit and anything related. "hey love," she says, kissing me shortly. "olive," i smile, closing the door. "ready for dinner?" she asks. "yeah, ready to go?"

i open the door for olivia, and she gets in. i get into the car, starting it up. "we haven't had a dinner date in forever," olivia says. "i know," i say, "we've been busy." "glad we got the time now," olivia smiles. "yep," i say, holding her hand as i reverse the car.

after we order, olivia looks at me. "have you seen that superhero going around?" she asks, "like, that one that swings around." "oh, yeah," i say, "heard her name was spider-woman." self-promo never hurt anyone. "thoughts on her?" i ask olivia. "i mean, i've seen like two videos," olivia chuckles, "but they seem cool. first superhero in the world, and they live in la." hero. "pretty cool," i smile. "what do you think of her?" olivia asks back. "i like her," i nod, "excited to see what else she brings." "true," olivia says. thank god she doesn't mind the other half of me. "so, how's work been?" she asks. "you wanna talk about work right now?" i chuckle. "yeah," olivia smiles, picking up her drink. "work's been good," i say. "like always," olivia laughs. "like always," i laugh, "how's music?" "getting somewhere," she chuckles. "slow and steady wins the race," i say, picking up my glass cup. "oh my god y/n," olivia leans forward, looking at my glass, "what happened?" "what?" i ask, "the drink's good." "no," she says, "your hand." i put my drink down, looking at my hand. it was red, bruised with a few cuts. completely forgot about it. it was worse yesterday, thank god she didn't see that.

i look up at olivia, quickly thinking of an excuse. "oh, it's nothing." olivia studies my facial features, and i subtly hold my breath. "are you okay now?" she asks, more concerned if i was okay than the reason, thankfully. "yeah! yeah, all good," i nod. "why didn't you tell me?" she asks, frowning. "i didn't think it was a big deal," i say, "because it's not. i'm good." "okay," olivia nods. "i'm sorry," i say. technically didn't lie, i just said it's nothing. "it's okay," olivia gives a small smile, picking up her drink again.

after dinner, olivia comes back to mine. "you have work tomorrow," olivia sighs. "i know," i say, opening my bedroom door. i subtly look around as i walk in, seeing if there was anything i accidentally left behind. olivia walks in, and i close the door behind her.

olivia lays her head on my shoulder, picking up my hand. i hear her heart beat faster when i focus on it. "still can't believe this," she says, grazing her hand over my knuckles. i watch as she continues to look at my hand straightening out my fingers to look at the bruises. "does it hurt?" she asks, "it looks like it hurts." "it doesn't hurt," i tell the truth. "i hope not," olivia sighs, bringing my hand to her lips. she gives it a small kiss, placing it back on her stomach, "be more careful next time, okay?" "i will," i assure. "you've been so stubborn lately," she chuckles. "everyone has their off days," i smile.