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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Stalker
── ₊˚⊹♡ Killua Zoldyck x fem!reader .ᐟ.ᐟ
Disclaimer!!: very appropriate language(swearing)
KILLUA AGED UP,HIGH SCHOOL AU!
summary: In which a hopeless romantic keeps missing the fact that she probably has a stalker
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note: I can’t believe y’all actually read this shit— so enjoy as I continue to insult myself through this fanfic i’m weirdly into this the fanfic, not the fact that I’m insulting myself in my own work lol let me know if y’all want more—happy reading!! <3
Being a hopeless romantic in this day and age was not for the weak especially when you’re dreaming of the perfect guy the version that you created in your mind that would never come true because all the guys were immature Fugly rats at your school and pretty much everywhere.
You dreamed of floral scented candles and freshly baked pastries as you dreamed of sitting on your front porch of your dream house and the perfect guy that would come home and give you kisses and unconditional love that you never had to ask or beg for.
But let’s be real those standards are unrealistic as shit.
And it didn’t help those various nights you stayed up on the Internet, scouring the Internet for a new fanfiction to read because seriously you’d rather fall in love with guys that didn’t exist because you were scared to actually interact with the male species like the only interaction you’ve had with the male species was with a random dude in kindergarten who asked to hold your hand it was sad really pathetic even it even made Bisky Sad for your love life.
“my love life is so boring…” you whined as you stepped out of calculus, smelling like fresh strawberries, and a strong desire to flop on your bed the first thing when you get home and the day has barely started You looked over to your one and only person who would keep up with your ass. She looked like she wanted to smash her head into a wall
“You’re only realizing that now?” Your close friend. Bisky raised an eyebrow at your current resolve. She always had to manhandle your delusional ass. And that itself was a one-way ticket to hell.
Silence came over you for a second as you realize your realization and you were just saying this now. When you both completely know that you were too scared to interact with the male species and that was why your love life was so boring and overall your entire life. “…I-I oh fuck off!” you looked at her with a hint of distain, you are so not in the mood for her sarcastic remarks it was only nine in the morning. She needs to chill or more like you need to take a chill pill. No, you need to take a reality check 
And as she continued, calling you out and insulting you for complaining, for not doing anything about how your love life is boring and shit you rolled your eyes because you both know that you aren’t going to do shit for your love life unless something actually happened, but let’s be real. What’s going to happen to this girl? Nothing absolutely nothing.
As you somehow manoeuvred your way through the school halls around the annoying crowd of idiotic people, and to your lockers, you came to a realization that you forgot your password again I mean, who could blame you had a memory of an actual goldfish, and this is why you suck ass at algebra and formula math
“just get out I’ll do it” Bisky grumbled as once again she had to save your annoying ass, you stepped out of the way. She somehow managed to remember your passcode and pry your locker open like seriously you could never “I love you no like I seriously love you” you beamed in the most platonic way possible you were not gay trust and as you went to get your English book for your next class
you saw something in your locker that made you want to scream “oh, what the hell? are you seeing this or am I just hallucinating?” You questioned as million thoughts were running through your head as you took out the bouquet of beautiful red roses, they looked fresh almost too fresh
“holy fuck that’s a big bouquet..!” Bisky exclaimed as she admired the pedals so carefully crafted and displayed upon the bouquet she could tell it was a very quality bouquet since roses were usually expensive these days
“… so I’m not delusional..?” you asked it was more like a question to yourself rather than her “no no you are delusional. You’re just not hallucinating this one time which is… surprising” Bisky confirmed as she tried to wrap her head around the fact that you might not be hallucinating
“this is a sweet gesture, but I don’t see any card or anything.. and look the ribbon is even my favourite colour..” your gaze softened as you realized that the ribbon that was wrapped around the stem of the roses was your favourite colour pink
Bisky sighed “you just like the little things.. whoever gave you these must be loaded. Flowers are expensive these days, especially roses..” she explained it was true flowers were expensive and they were sometimes unnecessary just because they would die in only a few days
“yeah we all know I’m too broke to afford shit especially with my job who barely pays me minimum wage..” you joked but seriously, you were kind of broke, but not too broke that you couldn’t afford necessities and shit
But at the end of the day you ended up keeping the roses, despite not knowing who they were from you thought it was sweet honestly, how the hell did they even get roses into your locker.
Oh well right now that wasn’t your concern. Your concern right now was getting on time to your part-time job that barely pays you shit but you just do it for the sake of the plot because you have nothing to do so much as well. Just take a job for fun and for a bit of money since you were broke ass bitch you ended up taking the roses with your Café that you worked at
and stuffing them in your locker. Careful not to get the pedals damaged your coworkers gave you a few questions but you ignored them because you were used to people questioning your life. You question your life every day.
As the hustle and bustle of the café got even louder and the hours got even longer, it reached to 5pm mark one more hour, and then I can finally flop on my bed you were literally dreaming of how you would flop on your bed when you got home after all, you didn’t wanna be here anyway you just did it for the sake of the plot
and as you were lost in your daydreams, you didn’t notice a fluffy head of silver, walked into the café nonchalantly sporting a navy hoodie grey oversize shorts, and a pair of navy converse on his feet with some headphones covering his ears as he walked towards the counter and waited in line gazing at the menu
And as you were stuck with the dreadful job of taking peoples orders and putting in a fake smile on your face, as you just wanted to go home and get some rest, having a calculus early in the morning, sure didn’t help your brain processing correctly as you were taking customers orders with the usual cheerful smile you held on your face and that honey tone you used on customers
“hello welcome what can I get you today?” you asked with a soft tone and a smile spread across your face. The boy with silver hair froze for a second before resuming his composure once again and answering, you could’ve swore you saw a small little tint of red due to his natural pale complexion. It wasn’t hard to spot it. “my usual iced latte with Matcha and a buttered croissant on the side” he replied with a somewhat smooth tone “you’re a usual how fitting” you giggled you really didn’t know why you giggled as you tried to make small talk with the guy. He was cute. You would admit you couldn’t help but wonder if you seen him before, but you didn’t ponder on the subject for too long. “is that all you’ll be getting today?” You asked confirming his order after all it was your job not just to make small talk with a cute guy where else you’d be fired for holding up the line just to talk to a cute guy. He nodded you grabbed a cup and a sharpie and looked up at him “ your name for your order?” you asked it was just a standardized way of calling at your order instead of using numbers because that would be so boring. “Killua” the boy answered. And quickly you wrote his name on the cup, making sure to spell it correctly because some people couldn’t spell in this industry, making sure to put a smiley face. It was just a habit, but you always put smiley faces. It was a cute and stupid gesture, but it always made people smile and that’s what you were here for and as you continued taking orders, the guy walked off to grab a seat near the counter to wait for his order 
“Name! You have a drink for you!” one of your coworkers called out as it was 5:30 and you were busy, making drinks and packing pastries into their respective bags, labelling them “huh?” you tilted your head in curiosity as your coworker told you to go to the pick up station where customers usually received their orders, and as you approached the station, you couldn’t help but find a medium plastic cup with pink, covering its walls and little bits of strawberries visibly seen though the drink and the weird part?
it was strangely your favourite drink.
And as you picked up the cup to examine it’s insides and the drink itself because you were a bit creeped out on why there was a certain drink for you and why the hell was it your favourite you never told anyone here what your favourite drink was it looked like a normal drink, seriously with much foam on the top and strawberry filling on the inside it smell and tasted like a normal Matcha latte with strawberry and then that’s what you saw it the letters written in cursive with sharpie and a heart at the very end of the sentence
You liked the flowers don’t you ♡~
Your eyes widen you were actually creeped out now who the actual fuck? You looked around anxiously your anxiety was starting to rise due to the fact that you didn’t like being watched. This was getting all too creepy for your liking, but you couldn’t just wasted a perfectly good drink plus it was your favourite so you had no choice but to drink it and get on with your a shiver went down your spine at the thought of someone watching you the thoughts never left your brain and continued to haunt you for the rest of the week
The silverette watched from across the street as he admired the girl though the glass windows of the café headphones in and an amused look painted his face as he fidgeted with the sharpie in his hand before walking away muttering
“Name you’ll be mine soon enough”
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