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the best otps are the ones who realise they’re in love with each other and quickly and firmly deny it to themselves for a ludicrous amount of time

The Changingman | Annie & Christine Teen AU 

lieutenantralston:

anniewyatt:

lieutenantralston:

anniewyatt:

lieutenantralston:

"Honestly, it seems like he’s paying us to babysit him more than actually run the diner." Christine drags out another trash can and wipes down the flour into it. She glances up at the clock, forlorn. "When does this shift end, for Christ’s sake. Mum is making baked potatoes for dinner." She looks at Annie. "Want to come over?"

She pauses from scrubbing the bottom of a pan, her face deep in bubbles. “Mmmmm,” The plans for the rest of the night go from picking up that guy, fucking for the rest of the night, and sneaking some food out of their place before he wakes up. Which sounds pretty good. “No, thanks. I was planning to go home with that guy out there.” Annie smirks as she motions her head towards the doors out the kitchen. “Besides, i’m not really hungry.” A loud grumble thus escaped from the pit of Annie’s stomach, and she clutches her belly with a frown.

Christine holds back a deep sigh. “It’s just that you haven’t come for dinner in a long while,” she say, shrugging. “And Mum was asking about you. I guess I’ll just tell her that you couldn’t make it.” She raises an eyebrow at Annie, pressing her lips together in half-joking disapproval.

Damn. She doesn’t know if she’ll be able to eat tonight. Or until her next paycheck. “Hmmm. Okay. Okay. I’ll come over. I’m not gonna worry your mom enough to make her come down to this shithole to see me. But only for dinner.” Annie turns back around, back into the tower of bubbles and starts scrubbing again. Annie’s lips turn upward to form a bright smile, her stomach leaps for joy under the excitement of seeing sweet Clare again and quietly counting her blessings that Chris asked.

"Sure." Christine frowns at her back, mentally debating the wisdom of asking more questions, but ultimately resigns herself to staying silent for now. She hopes that Annie doesn’t do anything stupid. "You’ll probably have to take some food home, if it’s alright. I can’t eat everything."

"Ah okay, that’s no problem" Annie says nonchalantly, flashing a smile back at Chris before turning back to scrubbing. She lets out a great sigh of relief, or at least it’s what she contains. Thank god for leftovers.

It’s about 5:55— shift’s almost done, and Annie’s just about done wiping down one of the table booths. That is, if she doesn’t left her ass off the fella’s lap. It’s the same one whose been eyeing her since noon, and he probably stayed in hopes of talking to her. Which he did. And it’s a wonder she did. Green hair? Little spikes on his jean jacket? Plaid shirt indicative of 90’s grunge? He certainly looked interesting, but much like the other people she’s laid, so this is more of a flirt. But even so, she now has one arm around his neck as she whispers something into his ear, turning the dishrag absent-mindedly on the table with her free arm. The boy clutches her thigh around the hem of her skirt, chuckling at whatever Annie’s whispering to him. It’s 5:56.

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# teen au 

The Changingman | Annie & Christine Teen AU 

lieutenantralston:

anniewyatt:

lieutenantralston:

"Honestly, it seems like he’s paying us to babysit him more than actually run the diner." Christine drags out another trash can and wipes down the flour into it. She glances up at the clock, forlorn. "When does this shift end, for Christ’s sake. Mum is making baked potatoes for dinner." She looks at Annie. "Want to come over?"

She pauses from scrubbing the bottom of a pan, her face deep in bubbles. “Mmmmm,” The plans for the rest of the night go from picking up that guy, fucking for the rest of the night, and sneaking some food out of their place before he wakes up. Which sounds pretty good. “No, thanks. I was planning to go home with that guy out there.” Annie smirks as she motions her head towards the doors out the kitchen. “Besides, i’m not really hungry.” A loud grumble thus escaped from the pit of Annie’s stomach, and she clutches her belly with a frown.

Christine holds back a deep sigh. “It’s just that you haven’t come for dinner in a long while,” she say, shrugging. “And Mum was asking about you. I guess I’ll just tell her that you couldn’t make it.” She raises an eyebrow at Annie, pressing her lips together in half-joking disapproval.

Damn. She doesn’t know if she’ll be able to eat tonight. Or until her next paycheck. “Hmmm. Okay. Okay. I’ll come over. I’m not gonna worry your mom enough to make her come down to this shithole to see me. But only for dinner.” Annie turns back around, back into the tower of bubbles and starts scrubbing again. Annie’s lips turn upward to form a bright smile, her stomach leaps for joy under the excitement of seeing sweet Clare again and quietly counting her blessings that Chris asked.

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