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cevansbaby-dove · 5 months

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Chris Loves Love part 10

Emily_Maxwell: Nothing like a cute date with this man tagged:ChrisEvans.

Lauren#1fan: Ahhh It's official! #Evanswell!!

ChrisEvans: the only thing that's cute is you Em 😍

Robertdowney: @ChrisEvans Omg when will we meet her?

ChrisEvans: @rdj Lol uh..never..?

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RDJ Added, Scarjo, Elizabeth, Chris #1, Chris #2, Scott Pratt pratt.

RDJ:Ok Chris who is Emily!? and why have we not met her? Chris#1:🫣 uh she's my Gf?! and as for meeting her idk man i don't want her to meet everyone all at once, that'd be to much on her. Scarjo:She's cute Chris! I would love to meet her at least. ☺ Chris#1:Yes you can but not everyone at once give her spaceeee!! RDJ:noted. Chris#2: Can i ask why I'm number two!? 😐 RDJ:Hemsworth isn't as popular as Evans sorry man that's the rules. Chris#1:Changed nickname to CE. RDJ:Ay that will help! Scarjo:So chris let me know when would be a good time to meet Emily she sounder wonderful already. CE:I will don't worry, yea she is great i could talk about her for hours lol.

Chris's pov.

I turn my phone off and watch Em dancing in her kitchen. I smile. "whatca making?" She looks at me over shoulder with her brown hair flying over her shoulder. "Just some pancakes, hope you don't mind"

I Stand up and say. "No all good, i bet they are yummy" She laughs lightly as she flips a pancake. "my mother's recipe" i can't help but smile when i look at her, she's perfect in every way, her eyes make the stars look like their not shinning, her hair falls perfectly without her trying she's so beautiful....i sigh softly.

Emily's pov.

I grab a plate and set one in front of chris and he's looking at me. "whatca staring at?"

he smiles. "just at an angel that' what you are" I can feel the bluchs creep on my cheeks so i turn around and smile as i make the last pancake.

While chris and are eatting he says. "So Em, is it ok if we went out with my friend scarlet? she asked to meet you"

"I'd love to meet her! i have heard of her but i haven't met her sure!"

I watch chris's face light up. he says. "great! Um..not sure when and where she wants to meet but she'll be happy to hear that!" He kisses my cheek. "thanks"

He smiles. "So i'll see you later then" I smile at him and nod. "Sounds like a plan chrissy" he chuckles. "bye Em" I wave. "Bye chrissy"

After he leaves i am in the bedroom looking at what to wear...omg im going to meet his best friend wow.

I find this super cute outfit.

I look at my phone and see a text from chris.

Chris:She said the cafe ten mins from you would be great to meet up at ☺

Emily:Alright great thanks.

Chris:You're welcome.

I fix my hair up a bit then look at the time. Clock reads 11:39. I head to my car and drive to the cafe.

Time skip:20 mins

I pull up to the cafe and see Chris by his car with dodger in tow. I get out and say. "Dodger! hey buddy!" I kneel and dodger licks my face and chris says. "hey easy buddy" I pet his dog and say. "Aw i missed this boy so much"

Chris says as i stand up. 'What about me?" he frowns. I giggle and kiss his cheek. "I missed you too but we just saw each other and i haven't seen dodger in weeks"

Scarlett walks to us with a man by her side. "heloooo!!" She says as she smiles at chris and i.

Chris says. "Hey good to see you" He hugs her and the shakes the man's hand.

I can't help but kind of feel...jealous? I don't know i would call it that but the way she looks at chris tells me something, Em get your mind out of that dark place.

I smile and take chris's hand in mine. "It's nice to meet you Scarlett I'm Emily" Chris let's go of my hand and put his whole arm around my waist.

"My girlfriend" I look at him and smile. We end up chatting for three hours, we hear about her friendship with chris and she asks about me so i tell her about my life as model and actress.

I glance at chris and see him smiling.

Time skip:a day.

Chris's pov.

Every time i am with Emily it makes me happy like a kid on Christmas or something, i don't know what she does to make me happy but she's a keeper for sure.

Part 11 will be out soon. thanks for reading.

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#chris evans x ofc #Emily maxwell #Chris Evans Pr #Chris Evans #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fandom #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader #chrisevans

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chaos-grimlin · 1 year

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Is there going to be another part of marked soon

Yes rn!! Sorry for not being active

Intro:No one truly knows what happened that night in Woodsboro, California. All the public knows was that two teenage boys, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, went crazy. That the boys killed with no motive, that it was a case of crazy and peer pressure. Sidney Prescott, the "girlfriend" of Billy Loomis,Y/n L/n, the girl both boys were deeply obsessed with, and Gale weathers, a news reporter, where 3 of 5 witnesses that were willing to talk and tell their sides of the story to the public while Dewy Riley, the deputy sheriff of woodsboro, and tennager Randy Meeks refused to talk to law enforcements at the time. All the stories told to law enforcement seem to differ from person to person, but...in this tale, we will focus on Y/n, the obsessions, side of the story...

Marked (poly Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x reader)

Word count:1207

Chapter 20- Fucking mask..

^^^Y/n P.O.V+ a one week time skip^^^

Ever since i was dismissed from the hospital, my mom and Dad said it was better if i stayed over at Dewy's and Tatums.

My parents were right, it wasnt safe for me to go back home..i dont think it ever will be okay or safe for me.

"Hey! Y/n you okay?" Tatum chirped out as she sat down next to me on the couch.

My eyes snapped to the left as i looked over at her. "Oh yeah im okay" i said as i rubbed my arm.

"Thats good, also Dewy said you'll be able to come to school tomorrow, but only if you want to" Tatum said as she looked at me, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

I paused for a second before i spoke again "yeah...i guess i can go" I muttered.

"Yay!" Tatum squealed out as she pulled me into a hug.

I hugged Tatum back then, we parted.

"Everyone will be so happy to know your okay" Tatum said.

"What do you mean? Our group already know im. At most half way okay" i said, cocking an eyebrow up at her.

"Oh everyone else at the school, teachers, students, staff members" Tatum named off.

"Why would they care" i whispered.

"Nothing like this has happened since Sidneys mom...so.. Every one is worried"

I took in a deep breath, rethinking my choice on going to school tomorrow. I just know everyone will bombard me with questions.

Tatum put her hand on my shoulder, once again pulling me out of my thoughts. "Hey it'll all be okay.."

~~~~the next day~~~~

Dewy parked his car infront of Woodsboro high.

"Bye you two" Dewy said, a smile forming on his lips.

"Bye" Tatum said, a sassy tone lacing her voice as she got out of the front seat and shut the door.

"Bye Dewy" I whispered as i opened the door.

After I shut it and went to walk off, Dewy stopped me.

"Y/n..if anything happens, if you get too stressed, ir anything, call me" he said as he handed me a crumbled piece of paper.

I looked down at the paper, seeing slopply written number on it. I smiled slightly and nodded " i will"

"Bye now, have a good day" Dewy said " you too" i replied.

Shortly after I turned on my heels and started walking to the school, seeing Tatum waiting by a tree for me.

Me and Tatum made it about halfway to the doors before Stu rushed up to us.

Stu, had a smile on his face.

"What are you smiling about Stu?" Tatum asked as Stu walked next to her.

"Well, today seems like a good day if you must know" Stu said sharply, yet his goofy tone still remaind.

Stu looked past Tatum and looked at me.

For a split second, i thought i saw the look of regret, or Fear, cross his features, but, as quickly as i saw it, it was gone..

"Oh your back!" Stu said quickly.

"Yeah..i am" i said as I averted eye contact with him.

"So your feeling better?" Stu asked.

All i did was shrug to his question.

From the corners of my eyes I saw Stu look at Tatum and whisper something to her.

I tried to hear what he said but i couldn't.

"Anyway! Lets go find Sid, Billy, and Randy" Tatum said, quickly averting thr topic away from what Stu said.

~~~~a few moments later~~~~

"Y/n you actually came!" Randy yelled out as soon as he saw me.

I felt a fuzzy feeling flutter inside my heart when I saw him.

Randy hopped up from his seat next to Billy and quickly rushed to me.

Randy engulfed me in a tight hug.

I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head onto his shoulder.

"I thought you wouldnt come today" Randy whispered into my ear.

"Well, im here" i said softly, but, from over Randy's shoulder, I saw Billy glaring at Randy.

If looks could kill, Randy would be 6 feet under.

The look he ran shivers down my spine, he looked like he was planning something, something bad...

Me and Randy soon pulled away from the hug after be planted a kiss on my cheek.

"Hey Y/n, long time no see" Sidney said with a soft smile.

"Yeah..its been a while"

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

Everyone at Woodsboro knew what happened, most were sympathetic, others decided to make school Y/ns own personal hell..

Everyone knew what costume the two hellish people wore the night Y/n was raped...

Y/n leaned up against her locker, letting a breathy laugh leave her parted lips as Randy told a random cheesy joke.

Everything was going okay, other then everyone, even teachers, constantly bringing it up..

Y/n knew they had good intentions, but she hated every bit of it..

Soon, the bell rang.

Y/n looked up at Randy and smiled, " I've got to go, bye!" Y/n said.

"Byeee"

Y/n turned in the oppistie direction and started walking.

Y/n thought that everything was okay today, she wasnt sulking, sje wasn't feeling like she was the problem...

Everything was okay....

Untill she saw it....

That costume...

That goddamn costume...

Its black eyes locked onto hers.

Y/n felt every muscle in her body tighten, as her breath hitched in her throat.

The masked person rushed up to her..and that's when it happened..she felt like sje was transported back to the night...

When she ran through the street, desperately calling out for help as the masked man trailed behind her.

Y/n turned on her heels and started running.

In her mind, she was back there, running for her life..

The school floor turned into concrete, the lights were gone and replaced with dim moonlight.

Y/n didn't want it to happen again..

Run

That was all that ran through her mind as she ran.

She heard the person's harsh foot steps behind her.

Tears filled her eyes as she took a left down the hall.

She didn't make it far before the person jumped on her.

A scream left Y/n throat as she squirmed and flailed her limbs around.

Soon, the person turned her to hwr back, and Y/n balled her fist up, and hit the person hard..

Y/n snapped out of the trance, she was back in school.. She was kn her back on the floor and the person who tackled her fumbled back and quickly ripped off the father death mask.

"MR. JONES" the princable screamed out as he came to the scene.

Alex Jones stood up, clutching his hand over his broken nose as the principle looked at him in pure disappointment, then he looked at Y/n, who was shaking and crying on the floor

Before the principal could say anything to her, she jumped to her feet and quickly ran off.

Little did anyone now, that Billy and Stu watched the whole thing..

Theu saw how much they had scared Y/n that night...at with that... They knew she'd be easier to use....

#billy loomis #stu macher #stu macher x reader #randy meeks x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis and stu macher x reader #casey becker #randy meeks #scream #ghostface

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forestshadow-wolf · 9 months

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Alex keller idea, maybe alex/farah implied(situationally(?)) Or alex/gaz/farah implied (situationally(?)) If you want. They're there but nothing really happens between them, this is all just me hurting alex (...sorry :[)

ANYWAYS! You know alex's missing leg? *throws alex (pre amputation), farah, and gaz into a jar along with a vaguely Saw-horror-esq situation au* *shakes the jar*

Cw: uh... gore(?), I'm stealing alex's leg, amputation via (literal) crushing injury, i threw canon out the window and watched it fall to it's death

I almost feel bad for this, I accidentally wrote this instead of doing actual work, I'm beginning to put things under the cut bc it makes it easier for me to find things on my blog 😁👍, use of cubic measurements when it should probably be metric, also I keep saying "weight" just know that I mean just a giant metal square that weighs like 1k lbs or something idk

well... things were not looking good. he can't wait to get drunk enough to make regrettable decisions if when they get out of this.

Gaz had offered to help Farah and Alex investigate a big crime lord in the area. normally this wouldn't be a them problem, they'd leave this kind of work to the local police, but not this time. Interpol says that after they started getting the videos they had to start calling in higher and higher level authorities.

after meeting with Interpol they learn that they'd been getting public videos for a while, at least a few weeks before they were contacted.

they got right to work as soon as they could.

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they'd already been through a number of crazy traps, only surviving by the skin of their teeth, but this one was somehow both the worst and they best that they'd been put through so far.

the giant weight above each them begins sliding down the walls above them, making a horrifyingly bad screeching-scraping sounds. it'll only get faster and faster the further it falls as the walls open up, until it's in complete freefall. they start running for the marked safe zone as fast as they can.

they had been working on a lead for this guy for almost a week. had traced him back to an old warehouse district by the waterfront. well, they thought they had. it turns out that they were just being led on, to be trapped in his sadistic game. they had split up to cover more ground when they'd gotten trapped.

Gaz makes it out first, he watches on the screen as Farah makes it out of her own falling death trap, and breathes out a sigh of relief. the screen enlarges onto Alex's feed with anticipation. the world watches as they see alex's foot get caught on an imperfection in the floor. they see him go down, just before the safe zone, they watch as the weight falls faster and faster. they watch as Alex frantically scrambles back, fear in his eyes.

there's a silent sigh of relief as alex makes it to the safe zone, and not a moment too soon as the weight SLAMS down into place.

and then an indescribable guttural sound of absolute shock and agony RIPS through the still air, tearing the silence to shreds. it's horrifying, just the sound of terror and agony personified. the feed on the monitor goes black with a spray of blood.

Gaz's stomach drops... as does his body when the floor literally disappears from under his feet. his body slams onto the concrete ground. he looks up and 20 feet away alex is laying prone on the ground; panicking; and Farah, 20 feet away on his opposite side. 60 feet away there's an open door at the end of the seemingly empty room.

"ALEX!" they scream at the same time, and scramble to get to the man.

his leg is a mangled, bloody mess up to the knee. his foot is... no more... presumably nothing more than a bloody, pulpy liquid underneath the weight. the rest of his leg is bleeding profusely and just looks... wrong. it was twisted and bent at odd angles, and looked nauseatingly... deflated, if that's the right word.

~~~ time skip because im lazy ~~~

x-rays show that aside from the obvious foot... lacking situation, that his tibia and fibula are completely and utterly unsavable. closest to his knee the bones are spiderwebbing with fractures, and furthest from it might be closer described as liquified. his kneecap is dislocated (not that it really has a place anymore), and the cartilage; due to the pressure; shot from his flesh; he's need replacement surgery for that. even his femur has signs of stress fractures from the impact. the kneecap would be reset after they did surgery to remove what was left of the tibia and fibula.

setting up and getting the surgeries took months, the recovery; even longer, physical therapy; nearly 2 years, and another year until he could join combat once again, and even that was at a reduced rate for at least 4 years.

#el rambles #alex cod #alex keller #alex's missing limb #farah cod #farah karim #gaz cod #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #if you're delulu enough look close enough >>>#farlex(?)#alexfarah #farahalex #alexgaz #gazalex #farahgaz #gazfarah #gazalezfarah #farahgazalex

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mydoctor · 5 months

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Tagged by @catalogercas

Rules: list your ten favorite albums of all time and tag ten people to list theirs!

THIS GOT SO LONG IM SORRY

There is absolutely 0 order to this. Also I did 11 because I thought of all of these and then kept going back and forth about which one to eliminate and I couldn’t do it!! They’re all here for different reasons so I’m saying fuck the rules everybody lives! I am an absolute Album Listener like I’m usually in the mood for a specific album and I’ll listen straight through(but maybe skip a couple songs here and there)

1. Montaigne- Complex (This is the first year in like 3 years that Montaigne hasn’t been my number 1 or 2 artist on wrapped but all their albums still absolutely rule but this one is my fave.)

2. The Killers- Sam’s Town (I’ve been a Killers fan since I saw Somebody Told Me on the vh1 top 20 video countdown ✌️Hot Fuss is a banger but Sam’s Town holds a special place. Remember when we had song ringtones? The song Sam’s Town from the album Sam’s Town was mine for so long in high school.)

3. Punisher- Phoebe Bridgers (the soundtrack of my 2020 I used to come home exhausted from work and sit in bed and listen to punisher straight through and read fanfic to unwind. In hindsight not a Great Time but in the moment it kept me sane)

4. Coheed and Cambria- In Keeping Secrets Of Silent Earth 3 (the amount of Coheed I listened to in college was astronomical. For a while they got linked to a shitty time so I couldn’t listen but seeing them in the line up for WWWY is bringing me back babeyyy. Honestly big respect to Claudio Sanchez for making a whole band and multiple albums around his little OCs)

5. My Chemical Romance- The Black Parade (truly do I have to explain)

6. Petey- Lean Into Life (Petey made up 28% of my top 100 songs this year alone so he’s earned his place)

7. The Wombats- Glitterbug (I was torn between this one and Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life but Headspace being on Glitterbug means it wins)

8. Metric- Live It Out (Another HS/College banger. I used to get so anxious during boss/big enemy fights in video games so I would listen to this album and sometimes specifically Monster Hospital on repeat. Sad I don’t like any of Metrics stuff post Fantasies but their early albums are great)

9. One Direction- Made In The AM (if yall haven’t been here for long you missed the 1D years and tbh I’m sad for you it was a fun time. Glad I got in as a fully cooked adult so I could avoid the extremely toxic parts and just have fun. Anyway last album best album when is the hiatus ending boys!!!!!!!!!)

10. Rilo Kiley- The Execution Of All Things(back to HS/college woohoooo! Truly is there anything better than screaming A Better Son/Daughter I DONT THINK SO)

11. Modest Mouse- We Were Dead Before The Ship Even Sank (Missed The Boat is one of my favorites songs of all time. This is another band that got stuck in the Associated With Bad Person zone for awhile but I just relistened a couple years ago and we’re so back baby)

tagging @pixiestickers @lookforanewangle @captainshakespear @bishakespeares @cassiefisherdrake @varricandhawke @thychesters @ursanic

11 albums 8 people I’m a great rule follower

Also if you see this and want to do it this is blanket permission to just say I tagged you ✌️

#what do i even tag this as #music game #whatever #tumblr search is fucked anyway it will soon be lost to the void #actual about me

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moved-please-leave-me-alone · 1 year

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I posted 4,156 times in 2022

That's 4,156 more posts than 2021!

376 posts created (9%)

3,780 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cartoongore

@w1steria-tea

@fancyson

@catboybeebop

@awesomeface

I tagged 953 of my posts in 2022

#jimmy.txt - 395 posts

#we got a letter! - 173 posts

#mutual mail! - 164 posts

#fave - 24 posts

#vocaloid - 8 posts

#save - 8 posts

#inanimate insanity - 7 posts

#mecore - 6 posts

#unreality - 5 posts

#club penguin - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#i need to analyze music more honestly liek i need to analyze zoey van goey music and the yellow dress music and the infested music and

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hi *drops this here and runs away at full speed*

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Ok im sorry but I hate the idea of “scenecore”. Its an aesthetic that waters down and destroys the whole purpose of scene. Its also weirdly sexualized. But thats just my 2 cents

29 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

Kitty and puppy friends forevers

61 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

Soemthing very interesting I noticed about the BFDI and II fandoms is something I like to call “The Shipping Square”, and I don’t mean a love triangle, as there isn’t really any romance in either of these two shows, but more so 4 specific characters that fandoms are drawn towards when it comes to shipping. It’s something that I can only explain visually, so I will.

While not exactly the same (I’ve seen way more people make Test Tube and Paintbrush content than Leafy and Coiny content) the idea’s still there. It’s still way more prevalent in the ii fandom since those 4 are actually on a team together, it still applies to BFDI too.

Of course, many somewhat ships with these characters exist out of these shipping squares (in ii there’s Silver Spoon x Paintbrush and Cabby x Test Tube, for instance, and in BFDI there’s Flower x Leafy), the ones in these squares are most popular, not just for the character but in the fandoms themselves, which is very interesting to me.

I don’t really have a point to make with this it’s just food for thought

77 notes - Posted December 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

ALRIGHT HERE WE GO. DNI if you: never had a Sonic phase, prefer normal taxidermy over rogue taxidermy, people who hate dashed URLs, people with numbers in their URLs, you hate dogs OR cats, you think vampires are hotter than werewolves, you never played an online pet site game (Neopets, Marapets, Meowr, etc), you never played an online kids MMO (Animal Jam, Club Penguin, Moshi Monsters, Webkinz, etc), you actively use Twitter, you think Sticker Star is better than any of the first 3 Paper Mario games, you skip seasons of TV shows to get to the “good part”, your favorite season is winter, you dont listen to any music artists with less than 200 subs on YouTube, you never ruined any of your toys trying to do a “custom”, you dont download random gifs from the Internet, you never pirated something before, or if you never did Khan Academy before

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hoonhrt · 3 years

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EMBRASSE-MOI

: pairing — student! jay x tutor! reader

: genre — fluff, crack

: song recc. — L’amour by Miel De Montagne

: a/n — this lowkey sucks but I've been wanting to get work out so I'm sorry if this isn't the best :(( also I'm still learning french so if some of it is wrong pls lmk so i can fix it!!

Jay was your school’s resident bad boy. blond hair, all-black outfits, cuts class and yells at kids that look his way. you know? the usual. You on the other hand were the complete opposite. straight-A student. A quiet kid who didn’t dare look the ways of Jay Park and his Clique™. So imagine the shock that was felt when the boy you avoided at all costs, walks up to you in the middle of the cafeteria asking for French lessons.

“You want me to do what?” He rolls his eyes, tired of this conversation already.

“Can you not hear? I’m failing French and I need to pass or else my parents won’t let me move to France.” He speaks as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And you’re asking me why?” He rolls his eyes again for what felt like the 100th time. You’re just confused about how he even knows of your existence.

“Listen, all I know that you’re in my French class and that you pay attention, I’ll even pay you I just need to get my mark up.” You perk up to the sound of money. You don’t really need but it’s still nice to have some. Doing this will get you good Karma right?

“Fine. Meet me at the library every Monday and Wednesday after class, got it?” Jay stares at you with annoyance. He really does not want to be wasting his senior year on stupid lessons but, here we are. He reluctantly agrees and watches you walk away, struggling to hold your books in your arms. He turns around and lets out a deep sigh, wondering if the hot chicks and fancy baguettes in France are really worth this

Minutes turned into hours as you waited for Jay to show up. You waited patiently for hours just for this kid to not show up. Annoyed, you start to pack up your books. You don’t know why you’d think someone like Jay would actually show up to a voluntary tutor session. You were just about to make your way out of the library when you see someone running towards you almost like the flash. As the figure got closer to your still body, you realize it was Jay. Now, bent over in front of you gasping for air with his tongue out like a dog. You stared at his limped-over figure with confusion and slight disgust.

“s-s-sorry i was… late, i f-forgot about… this.” he manages to speak out with the little air he has in him. He stands up and evens out his breath.

“what makes you think i’m gonna tutor you now? you wasted my time Park, i have a life too you know.” you snap at him. He stares at you for a brief second before letting out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back and slapping his leg. He sees your serious expression, your eyes glaring at him like an eagle and awkwardly stops laughing.

“Look, i’m paying you and this is only gonna last for a little while. i just need to pass, that’s it.” His eyes shine with a hopeful gleam, a look that is extremely rare to see from Jay Park. He looked a little cute. You dramatically sigh and start walking into the library, Jay following behind you.

You settle at the table you sat at prior, re-opening your book bag to pull out your notes. He just watches you do that, not making an effort to even bring out a pencil.

“Okay, so how much french do you even know?”

He stares into space, a little hesitant to continue. “Um, i can ask if i can go to the bathroom?” You stare at him with disbelief. You’ve been in this class with him for months and that’s all he knows.

“THAT’S IT?”

“Oh and i can say good morning!” you let out a loud groan that catches the attention of others around, causing them to loudly shush at you. Feeling annoyed again, you contemplate if the money was really worth it. You sigh out and start looking for your notes from the beginning of the semester. This was gonna take a LONG time.

“... and that’s how you conjugate verbs in the past tense, aka passé composé!” You finish off the session with joy. Jay on the other hand has gone completely blank, not remembering a single word you just told him. He stares down at his notes, then at you, then back down at his notes. You can see the struggle on his face and he hasn’t said a word yet.

“I’m never gonna pass french. This is it. I can kiss France goodbye.” he claims with despair. This already too hard for him and he barely has learned anything. He sets his head on the table and mumbles to himself about how he will never be happy if he doesn’t live his youthful 20’s in France. You sat across from him irritated with his discouraging behaviour and a little sad that you weren’t able to teach him well. Until you come up with a plan that might help him improve much quicker.

“What if… we hang out this weekend? We can do something and we’ll only speak in French! Of course I’ll help you and all that. But like, maybe? Only if you want to of course you probably don’t wanna spend your weekend with me i dont know you know its just a plan.” you ramble on and on without stopping and Jay simply just watches you. He smirks a little before nodding.

“How about you put your number in my phone and then I’ll text you when I’m free hm?” he slides his phone across the table towards you and eyes you typing it in. He catches a glimpse of your rose-coloured cheeks and smirks a little more.

“Okay, uh there’s my number! Just um, text me you know, when you’re free!” you manage to stutter out. Jay just nods at you and again, watches you walk away. This time a slight smile across his face.

A sudden notification pulls you away from your thoughts. An unknown number that you had a feeling belonged to a particular boy you didn’t think would actually text you.

042-002-1130: bonjour

042-002-1130: was that even right

042-002-1130: anyways I’m free on saturday if you wanna hang ig

042-002-1130: samedi is saturday right

042-002-1130: it is wow im such a genius

You let out a snort at his cocky behaviour and reply back, letting him know that you were free yourself and to meet you at the school grounds at 2 pm.

Saturday shows up as you wait outside the school gates, a picnic basket in hand. An all-black car with dark tinted windows zooms up to you. The window is pulled down and alas, the handsome boy sits in the driver’s seat, ushering you to get into the car with his hand.

“Woah a picnic basket? Listen y/n you’re cool and all but this isn’t a date,” he speaks and notices you roll your eyes. A smug smile tugging his lips.

“No you asshole, I have a plan with this.”

“Tell me,” Jay begins to drive away from the school. The destination is unknown to you but extremely familiar to the boy next to you.

“In here there is a bunch of food, in order for you to eat, you’re gonna have to say the name of the food in french.” He turns his head to see you looking back at him, a sweet smile places on your face. Jay has always known of you. You sat in the back of the classroom, handed in all your work on time and never skipped a class. You had very few friends and always seemed to be lost in a dream world when you weren’t working. Jay had never been able to speak to you personally as you always avoided him but know he has the chance to actually talk to you, and he doesn’t wanna mess it up.

The car stopped at the edge of a giant grassy field. The greenery going miles ahead. Trees surrounding the two of you. Jay like a gentleman runs out of the car to open the door for you. You blush at his actions, thanking him silently by smiling at him.

He directs you to a small spot under a tree. You lay out a blanket for you to sit on while Jay leans up against the tree. You tell him to sit down next to you as you bring out all the little snacks to share with him. He thinks that he could get used to this.

“D’accord, commençons! Qu'est-ce que ç'est?” (okay, lets start! What is this?)

You pick up a grape. He thinks for a little bit before answering. “Un raisin.” (a grape) You clap with glee and hand him over the grape. A silence falls between you both, unaware of how to keep going. He picks up a strawberry and brings it to your face. “Tu aime les fraises?” (do you like strawberries?) You eye him for a second, for someone who said he only knows how to ask how to go the bathroom in french, he knows quite a bit. You nod a little, opening your mouth and letting him feed you the sweet fruit. Your face matches the colour of the strawberry and he giggles. You pull out a sandwich and ask him to describe what’s in it.

“Dans le sandwich, il y a du jambon, du beurre, et de la tomate.” (in the sandwich there is some ham, some butter, and some tomato.) He speaks confidently.

“Trés bien Jay! Tu es bon en parler francias!” (very good Jay! You are really good at speaking French!)

“Merci, mon Cheri.” (Thank you, my dear.) you blush even more before and shy away from Jay’s gaze. Jay being the very bold guy that he is, placing his hand underneath your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. You both just stare at each other as the sun sets behind you. Was Jay always this beautiful? His eyes scan over your face seeking for any discomfort, none is to be found. So he makes the move and starts to lean in. You already have your eyes closed and lips puckered out, ready to embrace a feeling you’ve never felt before.

His breath fans over your lips and just before he kisses you he asks “je peux t’embrasser? (can I kiss you?) you eagerly nod and whisper out “embrasse-moi.” (kiss me.) Jay finally places his lips on yours and everything feels right. Your hands find their way to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. You stay in this position with him for a little while before you pull back for air. Both his hands cradle your face, his thumb rubbing across the apples of your cheeks.

“I still have a lot to learn y’know?” Jay breaks the silence. You laugh out loud, falling into his lap.

“Same time next week then yeah?” He lets out a ‘hmm’ and watches you rest your head against his thigh, playing with the ends of your hair. ‘Maybe France could wait a little’ he thought.

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luvbrie · 2 years

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hi !! can i request for a coworker!au doyoung oneshot (or like anything) !! i never see people doing coworker au’s anymore lol. ty and hope you have a great day !! 💗

elevator talks

paring: doyoung x reader / coworker!doyoung x gn!reader

warnings: requested, 2nd person, there’s like 2 swear words, this is so short im SORRY, i was so tempted to make a coffee shop au but i had..to hold myself back……

wordcount: 846 words / imagine

Working a 9 to 5 office job was most definitely not Doyoung’s dream. Now, you couldn’t really expect anyone to have their dream job as sending emails back to confused and angry clients trying to explain that they cannot refund a flight they boarded weeks ago because a baby cried. He’s spent almost a year typing away at his desk in his silly little cubicle hating every second of it. But from someone as smiley as Doyoung, it’s hard to believe there’s an never-ending void of dread deep in his heart everytime he steps foot into the building. He greets all his coworkers with a charming grin despite the ungodly start of the day. The way he, a 20 year old man, practically skips to his desk every morning makes it very hard to believe. But it was true; Doyoung hated his job.

But you made it only so much better.

Every morning he makes sure he’s on time because you’re always there on that elevator. Always there to greet him with a polite smile as you walk in, taking your spot next time as routine. The small talk you two share before you get off at floor 21— he’s memorized how many minutes it takes before you reach your floor, at this point —and wave goodbye with that adorable twinkle in your eye made him melt on the inside. There was an incident where you unknowingly had your volume turned up all the way. In the comfortable silence of the elevator, a song blared loudly on your phone, startling both you and Doyoung. You immediately turned off you phone, silencing it and turning the volume to 0. Your face was red and you were apologizing and bowing so frantically, which contrasted your usually calm and kind composure. Doyoung just wanted to disappear on the spot, because he couldn’t think a single thought to say aloud. They all ended in something along the lines of ‘God, they’re adorable.’

He’d never forget the way your face flushed as he flashed a smile of forgiveness and laughed it off, where you opted to stare at your shoes. You had brushed a strand of your hair out of your eyes, as you slowly made your way back to his side. The heat of the moment died down, but Doyoung wasn’t just about to let it go.

“I take it as you’re a fan of Blackpink, yeah?” He chuckled, giving an absolutely shit-eating grin. Your face flushed once more. How You Like That was the song that played on your phone just moments ago.

“Oh, hush.” You pouted, red still slightly coating your cheeks. “They make good songs anyway,” You lightly nudged him, and Doyoung would be lying if the small contact made his heart flutter.

He had to suppress his schoolgirl giggles. “Yeah. I know. I’ve been to one of their concerts.”

“Wait, really?!” He adored the way your eyes lit up.

“Pft, no.”

“...Wow.” You grumbled and rolled your eyes. You fixed your appearance shortly, and Doyoung wordlessly stares at you. He didn’t realize he was doing until you raised a brow just seconds later, feeling his lingering gaze. His hand raised to fix a stray strand of your hair, putting it back to it’s place neatly. You whisper a thank you, quick to rip your gaze from him as your heart beats erratically. Unbeknownst to you, Doyoung’s heart beats the same.

“Oh, before you go,” He stumbles over his words, trying to get them out as quickly as possible. He discreetly wipes his sweaty palms on his pants, but despite his nervousness, he pushes on. “Could I have your number? Or your socials, at least? I’d really love to get to know you outside of our short elevator talks.” Doyoung tries his best to power through his uncertainty with a pure smile.

You giggled at his obvious reluctance. “Of course. Here,” You unlocked your phone for him and opened your contacts page. You held the phone to him, and he gently took it from you, your fingers brushed each others. Although you tried not to think much of it, there was an bright blush on Doyoung’s face that you failed to notice.

“And, there!” He couldn’t wipe the goofy smile off his face, and you thought he was just adorable.

“Mh, good luck at work, Doyoung. I’ll see you on Saturday.” You smiled sweetly before turning on your heel to walk off. He was left confused. Maybe you meant Friday morning? Doyoung didn’t get much time to dwell on it, however. The elevator dinged at floor 24 and the boy hurriedly stepped off. He made his way to his desk, greeting his co-workers as usual. His phone buzzed with a notification and he opened it without much thought.

y/n <3: ‘saturday, 2 p.m. at treasure cafe. :)’

y/n <3: ‘is that okay?’

Doyoung stood near his chair, holding it’s backrest in disbelief. His jaw that hung wide open slowly morphed into an bright smile.

Sure it was true that Doyoung hated his job.

But you made it only so much better.

#bree's treasure fics #treasure #treasure x reader #treasure imagine #treasure imagines #treasure doyoung #doyoung #kim doyoung #kim doyoung x reader #doyoung x reader #treasure doyoung x reader #ending was sooooo shit #but i hope u like it anyways!!#ty for requesting!

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cosmicgoddesswrites · 3 years

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The Nanny - Prologue

Single Dad!Kuroo x Nanny!Reader

Summary: Kuroo Tetsuro is about at his wits end; there's only so much a man can take with work piling up, his divorce getting messier by the minute, and his 6-year-old daughter raising hell at home. Hiring a nanny sounds like a band-aid solution, but who knows, maybe this will work out?

Word Count: 1147, this ones a lil short since its the prologue

Warnings: Female!Reader, Some cursing, mentions of v!olence

Masterlist. Next.

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Oh how Kuroo wished he could play along with his friends' banter as they pointed out the purple bite-mark peeking out from under his shirt collar.

He wished he could lie and say he had met someone to dull the ache his ex-wife had left in her wake; that he had met someone knew who felt the primal yet intimate need to mark him as theirs and only theirs.

He wished he could lie about his sex life still being active despite not having gotten any action in the past year.

The tenseness in his shoulders, the fatigue clouding his mind, the beer that had been long forgotten save for the occasional swirl of his glass, pried the truth from his tight-lipped smile.

"Actually, Emiko did that..." Kuroo admitted, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. He practically shrunk at the looks of disbelief and judgement thrown his way by his high-school friends.

"No way!" Yaku objected, "No way Emiko did that! She's an angel!"

Kuroo sighed at that. 'Was' would have been a more proper term to use, but Kuroo could never admit that out loud.

Before the divorce, Emiko was an actual angel. A gift sent from heaven that brightened her father's life each and every day.

Then Kuroo walked in on Emiko's mother on her knees in front of some stranger, some man she had brought into their shared home, with Emiko sleeping in the other room.

Since then, Emiko had begun to get more and more aggressive, often screaming at the top of her lungs, flinging her balled fists at her father, causing scenes in public to the point where the tired 28 year old couldn't even think of leaving the house with her.

Kuroo knew the divorce would take its toll on her, especially since he had to deal with his own parent's divorce at such a young age as well. But with him, well, he never became violent. He became quiet, shy, more reserved and afraid to interact with others.

But violence... Kuroo cried himself to sleep the first night Emiko hit him as he was trying to get her dressed for bed. Just the thought of it had him taking a swig of the room-temperature beer in hopes of hiding his quivering lip.

Yaku quickly masked his shock, placing his hand on the larger man's bicep. "Hey... when's the last time you got a good night's sleep?"

"Yeah," Kenma interjected, taking a swig of his fresh beer, "your bags are darker than mine." That earned a swift kick to his shin.

"Not anytime recent," Kuroo said, not even noticing Kenma kicking Yaku back. "Emiko is such a pain to get to bed now... she kept me up till 3 last night."

"Is that when she..." Yaku motioned to the bitemark, earning a nod from the father.

"You know... there's no shame in hiring some help." Yaku smiled, "have you ever thought of hiring a nanny or something?"

Kuroo's tired eyes instantly shot open as he shook his head. "Oh no, no no, if I even thought about that Hanako wouldn't let me live it down."

Yaku and Kenma both seemed to recoil at the mention of Kuroo's ex-wife.

"Well it doesn't matter what she thinks, there's a reason she's your ex-wife. She has no say in your life now." Kenma snapped, voice bitter as if that woman were here herself to hear the venom he spat.

Yaku nodded, "Exactly! And there's no shame in admitting you need help! Plus it might actually do you and Emiko some good to have a helping hand around the house."

"Oh?" Kuroo tilted his head, "And did you have someone to refer to me? Or am I supposed to comb through hundreds of nannies I'll have to buy a nanny-cam to monitor?"

Yaku pursed his lips at that. Honestly there were a lot of nannies that he knew. Being a professional volleyball player meant his teammates who were fathers often had nannies hired to help them with their kids. But that of course meant all those nannies were spoken for.

He could practically feel the lightbulb click on above his head as someone came to mind.

"Actually, I do!" he exclaimed, chugging the last of his beer before grabbing his cellphone and sending a text to Kuroo. "She's my little sister's best friend, they both went to university together. She has a degree in Early Child Development and Child Psychology, and she's very eagerly looking for work!"

Kuroo's cocky smile faltered. He didn't actually expect Yaku to have a recommendation right then and there for him. "And... she's not gonna kidnap my child?"

"No!" Yaku gasped, smacking Kuroo's arm. "She's very nice! She's young so she'll be able to keep up with Emiko, and she's got a good head on her shoulders."

Kuroo glanced down at the text. (Y/n) (L/n). He took another quick sip of his beer, maybe he could make a decision on this when he wasn't sober.

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Kuroo woke up to a splitting headache and the ring of his doorbell. He turned over with a groan to check the time, scoffing when he saw it was only noon.

He had some words for Hanako if she was trying to drop Emiko off at his doorstep earlier than she was supposed to. For someone who made such a big fuss about their custody agreement, she sure did enjoy skipping out on time with her daughter.

Another ring of the doorbell had him clutching his head before rushing to get on a shirt and answer the door.

His bare feet padded over to the entrance of his home, his hangover throwing caution to the wind as he opened the door without even checking to see if it actually was his ex-wife and daughter.

He whipped open the door and immediately froze in place. A young woman, somewhere in her 20s, stood before him. Her eyes trailed over his disheveled figure not-so-subtly as panic clearly set in her features.

"O-oh, Im sorry! I must have the wrong address!" She sputtered, immediately reaching for her phone, presumably to check the address she was looking for.

"Ahhh, that's okay, no worries." Kuroo mumbled, watching her curiously. The big, luxurious houses in this neighborhood were spread apart rather well, it would be difficult to get the address wrong in a place like this. "Maybe I could help you? What's the house number?"

The woman seemed to hesitate for a moment before reading off her phone, "Uhh, 726?"

This couldn't get any more awkward than it already was.

"Oh... this is the right house..."

The woman looked at him, clearly confused, "You're Kuroo? I thought you were expecting me, you texted me last night?"

Kuroo felt his heart seize. What texts?

She continued, sensing his confusion. "Ahhh... I'm (Y/n) (L/n)... the nanny?"

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Taglist:

@kellyyween @whore-for-anime @lilith412426

#kuroo x reader #Kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsurou #The Nanny Series #Kuroo Tetsurou x reader #Single Dad!Kuroo

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evansphnx12 · 3 years

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Trailer Night

Chris Evans X Male Reader

Gif Credit : Twitter

Warning : Unprotected Sex, Breeding, no lubes, Fingering, Age Gap (Reader is on his mid 20's) and a little bit of fluff :)

A/N : Please do not post my fic anywhere without my consent and permission. Also thank you for reading this, i know its a crappy fic.

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You and Chris is Staring on a new movie together, and you already know Chris for a long time, you both meet at mutual friends birthday dinner,and he ask for your number. Everr since then you both always talk together and sometimes you both meet when both of you doesn't had a busy schedules.

Tonight, you decided to ask him to eat dinner together at your trailer and talk a little bit to spend time together. You had crush on him ever since you meet him and you always thought that he doesn't had a same feeling as yours, but what you didn't know, he had the same feelings but doesn't know how to say it to you.

After walk for short amount of time (your both trailer is close) , you arrived at his trailer door, you knock three times and called his name. After a while he finally open the trailer door "H-hi Y/N sorry for opening the door so long" he said while rubbing the back of his neck "its fine Chris, besides i just wanted to ask you something" you said with smile on your face "what is it Y/N?" "i just wanted to ask you to had dinner on my trailer do you want to do it?" You said with a little bit hint of unsure on your voice because he might be rejected your offer. "Well why not? I'm hungry and tomorrow we had a day off. So I'm in, but i need to go to shower first" he said with a smile that you always adore on his face "okay then, I'll be waiting on my trailer" you said to him with a smile that Chris always likes.

(Time Skip)

You already clean up your room a little bit so it looks nicer and the food that you ordered already came, in a short time there was knock on your trailer door, when you open the door you see Chris with those tight shirt and plaid pants. Oh god how sexy he looks in that outfit, you snapped from your thoughts when Chris snap his fingers in front of you and smile "hey i brought some drinks, and i knew you're not such a "fan" of beer so i bring you some coke" he tease you and you just laugh a little bit with him, "well lets go inside, the food already came".

You both talk about anything, how's the days going, what interest you at the moment, and many more things, after you both finished eating, he help you clean up and thrown the trash. "would you like to watch a movie? I meant if you don't want to, its fine." He just smile at your flustering "of course, i would love to Y/N/N (your nickname)" you just laugh it off "what movie would you like to watch chrissy?" You teased him and smirking at him "you know i hate that nickname right?" "Yes i know, that's why i called you that" he smiled at you "well i want to watch disney movie" you smile at him, disney always has been his favorite things "of course you want to watch disney, which one? " He went through your dvd "how about disney marathon? We had a lot of time." You look at him "sure why not, i will preparing the snack and drinks" he sit on the couch and brows what's the first movie that you both should watch "how about we watch the little mermaid first?" You walk towards him with snack and drinks in your hands "of course" .

In the middle of the movie, you feel his hand creep into your thighs and he made you more closer to him, at first you just brush it off. But, after a while his hands start to rub your thighs close to your crotch "c-chris what are you doing?" He look at you with smug smile "nothing" hearing his answer once again you just shrug it off and continue watch the movie. Now, his hands is in your butt, cupped it with his hands and caressing it "this movie seems boring, right Y/N?" You look at him "c-chris" you held back your moan because he began to play with your butt and squeezing it.

"why don't we just do something?"

"hmm?" You hummed still feels weirded out and feels good at the same time because his hands still on your butt "i had an idea" then he kiss your lips and cupping your cheeks to deepen the kiss, you doesn't know what to do and you're shocked that he kiss you. When you lift up from the shock you kiss him back and you can feels that he smirks when you both kiss, he squeeze your butt and you moan into the kiss. You both pulls out from the kiss to catch a breath.

He lays you down on the sofa and lightly kiss your lips "can i?" He ask your permission to pulls down your pants and you just slightly nodded. He successfully pulls down your pants and your underwear "you look really beautiful underneath me" he smiles at you and kiss you again

"c-chris"

"don't worry okay, i will be gentle"

He put his fingers in your mouth and and you suck his fingers "c'mon baby make my fingers wet" you suck his fingers and after a while he began pulls his fingers from your mouth and put it in your entrance "c-chris please" he began to fuck your hole with his fingers, he started slowly but after awhile he began to move his fingers faster "f-fuck chris" you moan "oh baby you looks so good begging for me" you moan when his fingers hit your spot and you feels like you're going to cum "c-chris I'm going to cum" "hold it" "c-chris I can't h-hold it" you whimper when he removes his fingers from your hole "don't worry baby we just get started" he began to pulls his pants and underwear down and his cock sprung free, he began to stroking his own cock to make it more hard, and then he put his cock in your entrance, you can feel the head if his cock opening your hole "Chris please" "hold on baby" he slowly filling you up with his cock and when he fully inside you, he let you to adjust his size, you nodded to him to signal that he can move. He began to move slowly, you can feels his cock ripped you apart, he kiss your lips deeply and his tongue exploring inside your mouth "c-chris i-i " he move from your lips to your jawline and to your neck, he left a mark that's very visible for everyone to see, you can't held back your moan, you grab and pull his hair softly "baby i can feel your hole squeezing my cock, do you want to cum? Does my baby's want to cum?" You can only nod to him "go ahead baby, cum for me" he began to move more faster to catch his own orgasm and he hit your spot more and more, "chris i-i'm c-" before you can finish your sentence you cumming so hard and it hit your chest and his chest "o-oh fuck" his move began more sloppy and you can feels that his cock began more big inside you "I'm going to cum inside you baby, Do you want my cum baby?" You moan out loud "y-yes chris, fill me up with your cum" he smiles and kiss you "here it comes baby" he cum deeply inside you and you can feels it fills you up, he still fuck you slowly with his cum inside you until he doesn't have any strength left to fuck again.

His cock became softer and he still not pulls out from inside you, he kiss your lips lightly "that was amazing" he smiles "yes it is" he pulls out and hold you to sit on his bare lap "Y/N" you rest your head on his shoulder "hmm?" He cup your cheeks with his both hands "i love you so much, ever since a day one you always impress me with everything you do" you smile at him "i love you too Chris ever since i met you" he smile and kiss your french kiss your lips "do you want to be my boyfriend?" He says between the kiss "yes i do chris" he kiss you once again and you began to yawning "does my baby tired?" You nodded "okay, lets get to sleep baby but first lets clean you up" he takes sone tissue to clean up the stain from the sofa, your butt and his cock,after that he carries you to the bedroom "chris, please stay" he smiles at you "i will baby" he lay down besides you and hold you closer "goodnight" "goodnight baby".

A/N : i know this one is a crap and im so sorry for it

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mercurysstars · 3 years

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All That Glitters Is Not Gold (part 5)

Summary: Y/n gets hired to be the avengers chief physician and also happens to be an ex assassin.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Avengers doing domestic things.

A/N: A silly chapter before some shiii starts going down. Also I’m posting two chapters because I really hated this one.

𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳

𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴' 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴

"Come on it's not that hard just up and over." Bucky once again demonstrated to Sam how to throw the knife over his arm and catch it. Wanda had her feet kicked up on Y/n's desk painting her nails and Y/n was watering her plants on her office window seal.

Sam took the knife from Bucky and attempted to do what he showed him but failed which caused the knife to fall and slide across the floor. He muttered a few curse words and picked it up. Sam once again flung the knife up, he went to catch it but Y/n was quicker snatching it out of the air.

"No more throwing knives in my office, you're going to cut off your fingers, and IM the one who's going to have to stitch them back on." Y/n hissed.

"Oh come Y/n don't be a buzzkill you should trust me," Sam exclaimed.

"No, I'd trust a sketchy party clown for hire who likes to take 'bathroom brakes' more than you." Wanda scoffed.

"Don't you guys have a job to do? People, to save instead of bothering me?" Y/n put her hands on her hips.

"Don't lie to use doll we know you like having us around." Bucky grinned.

"No, no I don't. You guys are like cockroaches in a shitty Brooklyn apartment that no matter how hard you try you just can't seem to rid of." Y/n waves the knife around in her hand pointing to the three Avengers.

As much as Y/n loved her newfound friends they were distracting and caused her to get little work done, though Tony probably wouldn't care as he was the number one slacker, Y/n still liked to pull her own weight.

Y/n walked back around her desk and plopped down next to Wanda, she took the nail polish and began to do the nails that Wanda couldn't.

Bucky rolled his eye "Anyways, when are you going to move in?"

"Well, Tony said I could hook the SHIELD trailer onto my car and I have everything packed I just need someone to help me move." She shrugged.

Wanda perked up and grinned "I'll help, I've always wanted to see the apartment that you're found enough of to drive an hour and back to every day."

"An hour? I thought you lived in Brooklyn." Sam said.

"Nope." Y/n popped the 'P' "I live in Hell's Kitchen."

Bucky frowned "That neighborhood with all those vigilantes?" Y/n just nodded.

"Well, I and Buck will help." Sam put his arm around Bucky. He tried to shrug it off and Sam pulled tighter.

Y/n thought for a moment, it would definitely help to have more than one other person to do the heavy lifting, and anything she didn't want anyone seeing was packed away so it could work.

She shrugged "Okay we can go we I get off which is in about 30 minutes."

Y/n stood up "But in the meantime, I need to work and I can't do that with dumb and dumber around." She started to push Bucky and Sam out of the room.

"Oh come on Y/n don't be like that." Bucky teased.

She gave the final shove "Wanda and I will meet you by the first-floor elevator in 45 minutes."

Both Sam and Bucky opened their mouth to protest "Bye." Y/n waved and slammed the door.

"Men am I right?"

Y/n scoffed "You're telling me."

Wanda and Y/n stepped out of the elevator to see Bucky and Sam leaning against the wall waiting for them. "Boys." She nodded. Y/n and Wanda began to walk over to the front desk while both men trailed along like lost puppies.

Y/n put both arms on the desk and leaned forward. The blonde at the desk looked up with a smile, it dropped for split second, so slight that if you weren't watching you wouldn't have noticed.

"Dr. Y/l/n what can I do for you."

Y/n put on a fake smile and curiously narrowed her eyes "Teresa right? Well, Tony said the trailer was already hooked up to my car I just needed someone to let me into the garage."

"Of course, when you hear buzz head right on."

"Thanks!" She exclaimed.

Y/n turned around and her smile immediately dropped, she walked back over to Wanda and the boys, and they all started to walk to the garage.

"What's her problem?" Y/n nodded over towards the desk.

"Teresa? Well I know she used to be a high-level SHIELD agent but requested to be moved to the front desk, it was a pretty big deal. It happened just right before you started working here actually." Sam told her.

Y/n hummed and opened the door leading to the garage. They walked toward the back and stopped in front of a grey 2010 Honda Civic.

"Here's my baby." She made jazz hands to show off her car.

"This is your car? Being friends Tony Stark I assumed you'd have something newer." Bucky joked.

"I call shotgun," Wanda yelled hopping into the passenger seat.

30 minutes into the ride Y/n and Wanda are screaming blank space by Taylor Swift on the top of their lungs while Sam and Bucky are crammed in the back seat trying not to cringe at their 'god awful' singing.

Another 20 minutes and Y/n pulls in front of her apartment. The car was barely at a stop when both men scrambled to get out Wanda chuckled and Y/n just shook her head.

They went inside of the building and once again crammed into the elevator. "You have a really shitty apartment," Sam stated matter of factly.

Y/n rolled her eyes and stepped out of the elevator the three Avengers followed suit and walked behind her while she lead them to her apartment. Y/n pulled out her keys and opened the door.

"Welcome to my humble abode."

Bucky was the first one to step in, he felt something rub against his leg and meowed. He looked down to see a white fluffy cat with emerald green eyes. The cat meowed again and stretched its paws onto his pant leg. Bucky smiled and pick the cat up. The cat immediately began to nudge into him and purr. Bucky turned to Y/n.

"What's his name?"

Y/n arms were crossed and was leaning against the doorway with an amused looked and her face "Her name is Alpine."

"I forgot you said you had a cat." Wanda squealed.

Y/n chuckled at the redhead and started to walk down her hallway "Alright we only need to grab the boxes and the furniture in my room. Matt said he could take the rest of the furniture and use it for his law firm."

Bucky's face slightly fell and his heart skipped a beat "Matt is that your boyfriend?" Bucky tried to sound as though he was genuine even with the sick feeling in his gut.

Y/n felt as she could sense some slight jealousy in his statement. She got a quick sensation of butterfly's and started to feel a little hope at the possibility that he could be interested in her but she quickly shoved that thought down.

"No, no, you could call him a childhood friend." She breathed.

Bucky's heart began to beat normal again and the wide smile was put back on to his face. Wanda walked over and pulled the cat out of Bucky's arms. Alpine snuggled into Wanda falling back asleep in her arms.

"Well, what are you boys standing around here for, get to work," Wanda exclaimed clapping her hands to show she was serious. Y/n chuckled and both men began to pick up boxes.

Y/n and Wanda sat on the couch watching as Sam and Bucky brought boxes to the car. Y/n and Wanda smirked at each other as they watch Bucky and Sam lift her bed. Seeing the way their muscles move definitely a sight for sore eyes. After an hour of talking and moving they were finally done. Y/n stood up off the couch and stretched her arms.

"Guys that was hard work."

Sam scoffed "All you did was hold the cat while watching us doing the heavy lifting."

"Whatever," Y/n murmured.

"Wanda, why didn't you just use your powers?" Bucky asked.

"I was holding the cat." She shrugged.

Both men rolled their eyes in sync "Will you guys stop whining if I buy you food?" Y/n raised an eyebrow.

"I would never say no to free food." Bucky grinned.

Bucky woke up to the feeling of vibrations on his chest, he peeked an eye open to see a blob of white fur. Alpine noticed he was awake and nudge her face against his scruff, he chuckled and sat up.

"How did you get in?" He looked over to see his door still closed and locked, he frowned.

Alpine gave him an innocent look, he lightly nudged the cat to push her onto the bed. Bucky stood up and grabbed his pants, he put them on and grabbed Alpine.

"I've got to bring you back to Y/n's room mommy probably misses you." Talking to a cat wow a new low Barnes He scoffed at himself.

Bucky opened his door and walked the far distance of three feet to Y/n's door and knocked. He heard a muffled come in. He walked into her room to see her going through her boxes. She looked up, saw him, and smiled.

"Hey, Bucky what's up."

"I think this belongs to you." He chuckled nodding toward Alpine who was curled up like a baby in his arms.

"Where did you find her?" Her eyes lit up at the sight of her car.

"Actually she found me first I woke up to her laying on me."

"I think someone's got a crush." Y/n teased.

She grabbed Alpine then she noticed what he was wearing, rather the lack of what he was wearing.

Her eyes traveled down his toned chiseled abs landing on the sweatpants laying low in his hips just above his V line.

"Y/n?" That snapped her out of her trance.

"I'm sorry what were you saying?" Her eyes darted back up toward his face.

"I was saying I'm going to make breakfast do you want some." He raised an eyebrow with a smirk. Y/n's face instantly flushed oh my god he totally caught me checking him out.

"Uh yeah, sure."

Part 6

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bump1nthen1ght · 4 years

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Deep Blue Sea (Shark Merman x Reader) Chapter 2

Pairing: Gender Neutral! Reader/Shark Merman

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Soulmate AU

Warning: Slight description of Animal Violence. Nothing too graphic, but if the genre of stuff you see on Shark week isn’t for you, skip over the part denoted by the *******

Word Count: 3530 words

Summary: You learn more about Cruz and about yourself

Prologue

Chapter 1

“-and then he just leaves. What do I even do with that?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” Your roommate hums, refilling up your glass of wine. “And you don’t have his number, so you can’t call or text him right?” You take a large sip, nodding and trying not to spill wine on your pajamas.

Well, kind of.

You hadn’t told anyone about Cruz, not even your family, because frankly you didn't know where to start. But when you walked into the apartment, sullen and dragging your feet, your roommate, Caitlyn, had offered wine, ice cream, and a willing ear. That's when the floodgates opened (with some modified details, of course).

“We’re meeting at our usual place in a couple days, I just…”Another sip of wine,”...hate sitting here, not knowing what he’s feeling, what I did, how I’m feeling.” You set down your glass and throw yourself back against the couch, sinking into the cushions. “I feel so stupid, like a fucking teenager, and I hate it.” Caitlyn sets her own wine glass down and nudges the half-empty ice cream carton towards you.

“It’s for the best your feeling all this now, then you can come at ‘im all composed and articulate. Really throw him off his game.” You grab a spoon and the carton, Caitlyn patting your shoulder as you take a pathetic bite.

“You’re right but I-I don’t even know. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Sounds like this guy’s got you hooked. At least that’s a start right?” Caitlyn hums, pressing her chin into her palm. “To be completely honest, Sam took a couple days to warm up to me. And I never told her this, but she gave me hardcore pretentious vibes on our first date.”

Caitlyn gives a long spiel about her awkward first soulmate date (“Seriously, who brings up ‘the superiority of vinyl’ on the first date!”), and if you were in the mind to be a good roommate, or hadn’t heard this story before, you might’ve listened closer. But only one question was occupying your thoughts; Did Cruz like you?

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You arrive at the boardwalk an hour early. You don’t immediately go to the tidepool, instead choosing to take a long walk on the beach, taking a moment to calm your racing heart and collect your thoughts.

You like Cruz. You like him as much as two people who just met can, despite a less-than-romantic first impression. But does he like you?

You never thought you would have to ask your soulmate that.

There’s a small thwap as you slap your cheeks, heat simmering your skin even as the cold water laps at your feet.

This is ridiculous. You’ve talked twice. Caitlyn and Sam have a thriving relationship (You should know, you share a wall with Caitlyn) and even they got off to a rocky start.

The pit grows in your stomach, thinking of Cruz’s disinterested stare as he swims into the open ocean. The weight of it almost sinks to your toes.

You shake your head, slapping your cheeks once more.

Today is a new day. Just go through the motions _____.

You reach the tidepool, setting down your picnic blanket and bag. You grab one of your notebooks and prop it open as you bite into an apple. You’re 30 minutes early, might as well get some reading done.

The waves crash and pull against the rocks, pleasant studying ambience, but is interrupted by several clicks and abrupt, out of rhythm, splashes. You look up, immediately in awe of the sight.

About 50 feet away from the entrance to the tidepool is a pod of dolphins, breaching out of the water. You grab a pencil, your phone, and your notebook, tiptoeing through the tidepool to get a better look.

Good choice wearing water shoes today.

From closer up, you notice the distinct lack of dorsal fins and realize they must be Northern White Whale Dolphins. 60 of them have congregated in a group, most likely scouting for easy food or taking a rest.

Their pod is pretty small though. What are they doing so close to the shore?

The pod continues to play as you take shaky photos with your camera, trying to balance your notebook and pencil in the crook of your elbow. Through your viewfinder, you spot a familiar shape, not 30 feet from the pod, peeking his head out of the water. Cruz’s black eyes narrow into focus before he fully submerges. Your eyes widen as you lower your camera.

The water above Cruz rushes as he swims closer and closer to the pod. You tuck your phone back into your pocket as you finagle your way up to a nearby rock. You need a better view, and it might be best to be out of the water while this happens.

The dolphins haven’t noticed Cruz yet, still gliding along the waves. There's a quick flash of his strong back before he dives even deeper into the water. The rock slightly digs into your stomach as you lean over to get a better look.

What I wouldn’t give for a drone right now.

Before long, there is a burst of clicks, the largest dolphins quickly surrounding the group and issuing them away. They’ve spotted Cruz, but one is a little too slow.

Cruz’s dorsal fin cuts through the water, close enough to the surface that you can make out the details of his determined face. His eyes have latched onto the slowest dolphin and his speed increases exponentially. His long tail flicks back and forth as he gains on it.

*******

The dolphin flips into the air, trying to gain distance. But like a flash Cruz’s large hand shoots out of the water, getting a hold of the dolphin’s tail, and pulls. You see his shoulder and tricep bulge as the dolphin thrashes in his grip. His head once again breaches the water as he digs his other clawed hand into the dolphin’s side, raking into it as he pulls the dolphin closer to him. The two tussle and wrestle against each other, going in and out of the water as the dolphin tries to push Cruz away.

But Cruz is limber, keeping a tight grip on the dolphin as he maneuvers his body alongside it. His torso raises up as he pushes the dolphin down under the water and into submission. Cruz then yanks the dolphin’s front upwards and out of the water, grip still tight on it’s rear, before opening up his maw and tearing into the dolphin’s neck. He rips his head back and forth until the dolphin stills, a large pool of red slowly cascading around them.

*******

Your pencil hangs loosely in your fingers as you watch, eyes locked on Cruz. You think the struggle must’ve lasted only 20 seconds, but in the moment, it felt like hours. Cruz’s chest heaves as he takes another bite, serrated teeth easily ripping the flesh, as casual as the lobster roll from your last meeting.

Blood drips from his mouth and covers his claws. His cards his fingers back through his hair, leaving crimson streaks that shine against his black locks. Cruz bites off another mouthful before heaving the dolphin onto his shoulder.

As a large science nerd, you’ve always enjoyed watching nature in progress. But a new, exciting, vaguely uncomfortable feeling stirs in your gut as you watch Cruz suck in his fingers, picking out stray bits of meat from his large, sharp teeth. A feeling like a shiver rushing down your spine and heat in between your legs.

Oh my god. Why was that the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?

Cruz turns away and submerges himself, giving you a nice shot of his defined back muscles as he sums up his hunt. You can’t take your eyes off his form moving just below the water, even as your 5 PM alarm goes off.

You knew Cruz was larger, and far stronger, than you, but seeing him in his element reminds you just how easily he could tear you apart.

God, and I kind of want him to.

As he swims further away from the shore, you see two black dots in the distance. You take out your phone again and open up the camera to zoom in.

Speaking of huge. Holy shit.

The focus is a little blurry, but it’d be hard for you to miss the massive mermaids. With only their shoulders and up out of water, they still tower over Cruz by at least a head each. Both have long black hair, intertwined with what looks to be seaweed and various types of shells. The one on the right is holding two larger masses over her shoulders, positioned the way a lumberjack would hold a fallen tree. Cruz reemerges with his dolphin in tow, frighteningly small.

Cruz’s gestures indicate they’re having a conversation, mostly one-sided. The dolphin on Cruz’s back bounces as he talks animatedly, his hunt small when compared to the two weights the right mermaid carries. With your old phone you can only catch a glimpse of the left mermaid’s lips moving. Cruz’s energy dims as she continues and he seems to sink deeper into the water.

The left mermaid holds out her hand. Cruz hesitates, then throws his dolphin into her arms. She swings it over like it weighs nothing and then shakes her hand as if to shoo him away. The right one rumbles with laughter. Cruz nods, solemn as the two submerge and swim away.

Cruz stays there for a minute, looking out at the horizon. When he finally turns, his movements are lethargic as he swims towards the tidepool.

You scramble down from the rock and quickly tiptoe back to your blanket, fumbling to stuff your notebook and pencil back into your bag.

Cruz glides in, his eyes not meeting yours, locked in thought.

“Hey Cruz.” You wave, struggling to catch your breath from your impromptu rush.

Cruz slowly looks up at you, still slightly downcast.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.” You shake your head furiously.

“It’s no problem! I got her kind of early, and then I saw you hunting and didn’t want to bother.” Cruz’s eyes widen a bit, before her recoils into himself and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

“Oh, sorry. You probably didn’t want to see that….” You once again shake your hands and head back and forth.

“No! No I-, I actually thought it was super cool!” Cruz quirks his eyebrows.

“What?”

“Yeah! It was like my own personal Shark week. Like wow, you looked amazing out there.”

Cruz’s cheek tint a cerulean blue, the corners of his lips turning up at the sides as he fiddles with his fingers.

“And those dolphins are the fastest kind around here, but bam! You were on them like a firecracker, kind of wish I had a slow motion camera.” You laugh, before realizing Cruz probably didn’t understand half of your analogies. “You looked uh, you were really good at it.”

Well duh, you idiot. He’s a shark.

“Thank you.” Cruz shoots you a tiny smile, blush still running across his face and down his neck. The ensuing silence is only slightly uncomfortable, as Cruz’s blush stays strong and you're sure you develop one of your own. You try and focus on something else to calm down, but catch a glimpse of his biceps, and fail miserably.

“Oh, that’s right.” Cruz reaches over and sticks his hand in between two nearby rocks. His brow furrows before his eyes light up, and he pulls out a….handbag?

It’s loosely sewn together with kelp, made of some sort of seal skin and closed with a seashell button. Cruz pops it open and begins to rummage inside.

“Gotcha.” Cruz pulls something out of the bag, before turning and hiding it behind his back.

“Uh, whatcha got there?” Cruz smiles, his blue blush painting his face from top to tip.

“I found this thing and thought you um….might want to look at it?” Cruz pulls his arm in front, revealing a reflective white shell, just a bit longer than his palm.

“It’s not a crab, but I thought it was neat looking so….”

You slowly move towards him, gesturing to ask if you can hold the shell. Cruz nods, almost shoving it into your hand.

The color is completely white, sharp, almost polished-looking. It carves into several rings before sloping into a point. It’s empty, the inside free of any sand or tiny algae.

“Do you know what it’s called?”

You look back to Cruz and nearly brush your nose against his. You realize how hot his body heat is as he leans over you to look at the shell. Your shoulders just barely touch.

As if dipped into boiling water, your face alights into red and your body convulses to jerk away from the heat.

“Yeah-Yes! Actually I do, it’s-it looks like a Kellets W-Welk. Well, the remains of one’s shell anyway.”

Cruz stays close, letting out a small “Ohhh.” as he squints his eyes to get a closer look. It’s the most on-land you’ve seen him, with the water lapping at the base of his tail. Sitting down, your head only comes to his clavicle. The uncomfortable burning stirs in your gut.

“Is it a hermit crab?”

“Not, it’s a sea snail. They're not really on land like crabs.” You brush your thumbs over the shell’s ridges. “There are quite a few varieties of sea snails around here, lots of beautiful shells. Their babies look pretty cool too.”

Cruz nods, eyes intent, and it reminds you of the elementary kids you saw when working at the aquarium. Your heart skips as you futilely try to fight the smile on your face.

“Can you eat ‘em?”

You chuckle and Cruz’s face grows a darker shade of blue. “Yeah, you can. You’ve got a good eye for snacks huh?”

Cruz pouts playfully, blue still awash on his cheeks. “Maybe, but I’m not always thinking about food.” Just as he finishes, you hear his stomach rumble. You stifle your laugh with your hand and Cruz grabs his stomach angrily. “Sh-Shut up! It’s almost dinner!”

The two mermaids flash in your mind. You see Cruz handing over the dolphin as they swim away. Then you see Cruz, furiously cracking open crabs with a single-minded purpose. The smile drops from your chin.

How often does that happen?

Cruz was small for a Great White. You hadn’t even thought about why. You don’t even know if you want to.

“They’re pretty tasty, but their shells are a lot more fun.” Cruz furrows his brow again. “Here, let me show you.” You scoot yourself closer to him, putting the white shell against his ear. His eyes widen and he leans backwards a bit from your closeness, but the shell still lingers by his ear. “Do you hear it?”

Cruz stills, furrowing his brows even deeper, but then they rise in surprise. He leans back towards you, tentatively grabbing your wrist and pulling the shell closer.

“Its-”

“The ocean.”

The same childlike wonder from before flushes on his face as he looks at you, bringing your stomach a flutter. Cruz presses his head down closer to the shell, the bottom of his cheek now touching your palm. Cruz’s skin is cool against yours, slightly damp, and you feel the hint of roughness as his chin brushes against your wrist.

“How-How did you-”

“My mom showed me once. I mean, technically it’s the echo of the blood coursing through your ear, which reverberates and sounds like waves crashing. But it’s still a neat trick.”

“Oh, I see….”

From this close, you can see the small freckles which dapple Cruz’s cheeks, peppering across the bridge of his nose and up onto his forehead. Specks of dark blue, black, and green contrasts against his light gray skin, like the setting sun catching the pulling tides.

In the moment, you long to touch them.

So you do.

It’s so….soft.

As your thumb brushes up his jaw, the mottled colors are overwhelmed and overshadowed by Cruz’s furious blush. Cruz moves away so quickly that he unfurls his grip on a nearby rock and loses his balance. He braces himself and hisses as his thin skin nicks the corner of a rock.

“Oh my god, I’m so-so sorry! I just- oh my goodness are you okay?” You retract the shell closer to your chest, your other hand outstretched to steady Cruz. When he flinches away, you pull it back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have invaded your personal space like that.”

Cruz's chest heaves but he doesn’t move or say anything. From the corner of your eye you spot a tiny bit of blood leaking onto the rock.

“Oh shit, wait I-I should have something.” You whip around to your backpack, shuffling and pushing aside your notebook to find your emergency first aid kit. Water wells in the corner of your eyes as you frantically search. You desperately try to will the tears away.

Stupid, stupid, stupid stupid-

Your inner insults are interrupted when your fingers brush against the familiar plastic fabric pouch. Before turning back to Cruz, you hastily wipe your eyes.

“Here, this should help.” You hold out the small thing of gauze and an antiseptic wipe. Cruz slowly takes them, fiddling with the gauze until it's undone. He picks up the antiseptic package with the tips of his forefinger and thumb, eyes squinting as he tries to read the small text.

“That’s to clean the wound with, to get the gross stuff out.” Cruz’s eyes narrow even further, brushing his thumb over the paper wrapping. Tentatively, he plops the unwrapped wipe on his wound. He looks back, clearly confused. “You have to unwrap it first, then wipe it.” His blush returns as he jerks his eyes away from you, embarrassed with you watching.

“I could do-”

“I’ve got it.” Cruz snaps, finding the perforation and ripping it off quickly.

“Okay, but it’s gonna sting-”

“Ow, shit!” Cruz curses as he presses the wipe against the apex of his cut, whining and biting his lower lip.

“If it’s hurting that means it’s working.” Cruz nods, but he hastily wipes the wound and sighs as he crumples it up.Cruz wraps his cut with medical precision, reminding you of boxers right before a match. He cuts the gauze short with a snip of his teeth

“Wow, you're really good at that.” Cruz snorts.

“I don’t need any jackasses going into a frenzy anytime soon. That would be the perfect end to this shit day.”

Your heart freezes as your stomach drops, and you recoil into yourself. The nausea of guilt washes over you. And then that makes you feel even worse, and so the cycle continues.

Cruz notices your sheepish, downtrodden stare, and frantically waves his good hand.

“Wait, shit, no, thats-thats not what I meant. Uh…” He loses track of his sentence, mouth agape as he looks for words. “I mean….thank you.” He fiddles with his claws. “For the bandage, a-and the food a couple days ago. This is...nice.”

You’re almost embarrassed by how quickly his praise perks you up, rolling over your tense muscles like a masseuse.

“Thank you for the shell, it was very thoughtful of you.” Cruz sputters.

“I just passed by it on a swim, it wasn’t a big deal. The reefs got a ton of them, so, y’know.”

You don’t know, but it’s cute watching him fumble with his words. He’s so bashful for an apex predator you saw kill a dolphin not 20 minutes ago.

“I could even-well, it’s close that we- we could go sometime? You and me?” Cruz fiddles with his claws once more, and you wonder if it’s a nervous compulsion. “It’s a little ways away from the coast but with me carrying you, we could probably see a lot.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.” Cruz’s nervous smile is much more lopsided than his regular one. It accentuates the dimple on his left cheek.

“I would love that.”

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You decide to meet up early on Saturday to get a head start on the sunlight. You leave the boardwalk giddy, your nerves tingling pleasantly with pre-plan jitters. All this energy means you might have to spill to Caitlyn once more, just to let it all out. You’ll most likely tell her you two are getting breakfast by the beach, maybe stop by an aquarium.

Looking at all the coral and the crustaceans. Just me, in Cruz’s arms-

You stop, your nerves bubbling up under your skin, like steam is blowing out of your ears as you think about what is in store for Saturday.

You’re still not sure how Cruz feels about you. But there isn’t a show of a doubt now; You have a crush on him.

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Cruz sits in the water, cracking open a leftover oyster he had left in his bag for emergencies. Emergencies like being so flustered he can't possibly go back to the pod, not without looking incredibly suspicious.

He brushes his thumb over his cheek, and it’s almost like you're there again.

So….soft.

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2dsluv · 2 years

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Obsidian Eyes - Chapter 8

"Cheers!" The spiced liquid burned my throat. "Eugh, this stuff is nasty" I whined.

"There's some other liquor in the kitchen, you brat. Run along" He chuckled and shooed me away. He seemed like he was in such a good mood today. Probably just stoked to have a drinking buddy, I thought.

I skipped into the kitchen playfully, but as soon as I was in I got to work. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of apple juice that I had noticed earlier, and put it down on the counter. I rifled through the liquor stash, looking for something to match the colour. Damn this thing is stocked. I grabbed a bottle of spiced rum and dumped it into the sink quietly, quickly filling it with the apple juice and putting the rest back in the fridge.

"Are you going to keep me waiting?" His sultry voice spoke from the doorway, and I quickly spun around and threw myself against the fridge.

"Sorry, there's just so much to choose from" I smiled, holding up the bottle in my hand.

"Ah, well, good choice" He threw his arm around me and led me back into the living room. I let out a quiet sigh of relief before joining him on the couch. So far so good.

He laid sprawled out over the couch, and I sat at the other corner, tucking my legs in to try and keep as much space as I could between us. His head was tilted back, and with his dark hair pushed aside I could finally see more of his face. Eyes closed, soft smile, a contented expression. His leg suddenly brushed against mine and it made my breath catch in my throat. What the hell is wrong with me? I shook my head. Right, the plan.

"So you like to drink a lot, huh?" I asked playfully

"I dabble" he chuckled, taking a swig of his bottle.

"So do I" I smirked, mimicking his action.

"What do you say we go shot for shot, then?" I said, trying my best to sound flirty.

He let out a very sincere laugh, "Love, you're jokin' me?"

I shook my head no. "What, are you scared you'll lose to a girl?"

He smirked and shook his head, standing up quickly "Your poor little liver.." he said as he walked out of the room.

He came back quickly and set down two shot glasses on the table in front of me.

"Great - Let's also play 20 questions.. Should get interesting the more we drink" I said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"Right, cheers then."

We poured ourselves a shot and I pretended to wince.

Murdoc wasted no time, "Question 1 - how big are your knockers?"

I started laughing uncontrollably, he had a proud smile on his face.

"56 M" I said seriously, watching his eyes widen.

"Wow. Nice"

I let out a small laugh to myself. I officially learned that Murdoc has no idea how bra sizes work, but is just happy to hear any combination of numbers and letters.

"Question 2" I said, pouring myself another shot motioning for him to follow suit. We threw the drink back. "Why are you such a prick all the time?"

He smiled at this and put his hand on my leg. "Nice try, love. You think you're going to come in here and play armchair therapist on me? Won't work"

I internally cursed myself for starting my plan too soon. "Nope, answer my question."

"My father was a prick to me, and I am carrying on that torch. That good enough, doc?" He joked

I'm sure there was some truth there, but he wasn't going to budge. I shrugged and filled up another shot. Cheers. We drank.

"Q-question15" He slurred, pointing his finger at me. "How are you so good at handling yourliquor?"

I looked away quickly, realizing I had forgotten to actually start acting drunk. "Well.. I'm pretty wasted at the moment. I just have an exceptional poker face" I threw in a couple of slurs to help ease his suspicion, but I'm assuming he was too drunk to notice - or care.

"Cheers" Another shot.

"Question 16" I said, "How did you meet 2D, and why do you hate him so much?" I asked eagerly.

"Oi.. Faceache. I dont 'ate him.." He looked clearly flustered at the mention of his name. "It was funny how we met - really. I ran 'im over in a car -"

"You what??" I interrupted, completely stunned at how nonchalant he was about this.

"Anyway - I was sent to take care of 'im. Failed miserably. I did that - thing - to his face" he said, referring to his eyes "But then he stuck around. The man needs me.." He said, looking away wistfully. Something was telling me he didn't really believe that.

"He cares about you - you know. I can tell. I don't know why, because you aren't so nice to him. But he cares about you."

He smiled a bit at this.

"Murdoc?" I asked quietly.

"Hm..?"

"Can I please talk to 2D. He could use a friend"

Murdoc's face suddenly got red, "Are you forgetting the rules again, (Y/N)?" he snapped.

I crossed my arms, visibly upset now. "What, are you jealous?!" I asked, trying to sound playful but the look on his face made me eat my words.

"N-No. Don't question me again" He said sternly. He slumped back onto the couch and then carried on like nothing had happened.

He began talking nonsense at this point, babbling on about 2D and how "awful" his recordings were lately, sounding like a Father disappointed in his kids sport game. As he drunkenly carried on, I began to slowly see the holes in his words, reading between the lines. It was all a fragile ruse.

I looked at his face as he tried to appear confident in what he was saying, but it looked so fake to me now. Deep down, I could tell he was terrified of losing him. 2D was the backbone of his band, and probably one of the only people in his life who has actually stuck around. He didn't know what to do with this fear, where to put it, so it translated to anger. I get it now.

After what felt like a lifetime of him talking my ear off, he suddenly fell asleep. I giggled and got up from the couch, placing a blanket over him and watching a big smile spread across his face. This was him, I thought. How I see him right now. Smiling sweetly, grateful. Too bad it wouldn't last. I smiled back at him and made my way to Noodle's room, knowing that what just happened, and Murdoc's memory of it, would be gone by the morning.

#gorillaz #gorillaz x reader #gorillaz 2d #gorillaz murdoc #gorillaz noodle #gorillaz headcanons #2d x reader #2d fanfic #murdoc niccals #murdoc niccals x reader #murdoc x reader

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nikrangdan · 3 years

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cafeworker!ni-ki

pairing: cafeworker!ni-ki x female reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: the cashier at the new coffee shop was so adorable you just couldn’t resist visiting just for him

**did not proofread

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contrary to popular belief, you were NOT a social person

whenever you were around friends and family, you were always the loudest person there

like SHUT UP Y/N!!!!!!

anyways although you were loud, people still enjoyed being around you because you had such a sweet soul and interesting humor

everyone close to you knew that you hated talking to people you didnt know

but to all the strangers? no

they would think you were an outgoing ready-to-meet-new-people extrovert

which was so, so wrong

but ALAS, you had to talk strangers almost everyday living in 2020

(well lets pretend we arent in the middle of a pandemic right now)

moving on......

so you were in high school at the downfall of your existence

you used to have so many friends when you were younger ..now you only have like 3

and those three were always busy (busy making up excuses thats for sure) so you never really hung out with them outside of school

and on one fine evening after school you decided to visit the new cafe 5 minutes from your house

u were really excited because all the cafes were 15 minutes from your house so now u could just walk to this one if u wanted to !!!

but yeah it was in the middle of a small plaza that had cute buildings

you pulled up to the parking lot and was just about to get out the car when u remembered..

u have to talk to the cashier :/

who’s a stranger! even more ://

it was always so weird to you.. whenever you went out you always had someone else order for you because you just hated talking to strangers

you just felt uncomfortable and you couldnt help it

its not like you have never ordered for yourself but you would always prefer not to

and now that you think about it

this is the first time you have gone out by yourself

you did text one of your friends beforehand but they said they “had homework to do”

LIES!!!!

but you really wanted to try the coffee so you just ran with it

time to face your fears!

you opened the glass door to reveal a cute looking cafe, like the ones you’d see in movies

you loved it already

glancing to the cashier you’d have to be talking to—

hold on

you had to do a double take because WOAH.....

the cashier...

he....

wow..

you have never seen a boy like that in your life

you stood there for like 3 seconds before coming to your senses and standing infront of the menu

that was infrONT OF HIM

“hi, what can i get for you?”

HIS VOICE OH MY GOD..!?!?!

“oh um.. can i get a second to .. look..?”

“yeah of course,” he gestured to the menu on the wall above him

hes so nice u almost cried

your eyes shakily traveled up to the chalkboard menu and u began to ‘read’ the options

its like u could feel his eyes on u WTF!!!!

um um um *internally keyboard smashes*

you couldnt even think

the words on the menu were like gibberish

the ONE time u go out by yourself

this had to happen.. of course! someone had it out for you, you were sure of it >:(

picking a random drink you gave him your order

“uh can i have an iced caramel macchiato?”

ITS LIKE YOU CANT SAY A SENTENCE WITHOUT UH OR UM

u cant help but think hes judging you

he looks like that while u are standing there in old sweatpants your dads tshirt

“sure, what size?” he looks into your eyes after putting your order into the machine

god you felt your heart stop

his Eyes..... theyre so beautiful

“oh um regular” you attempted to give a small smile

hopefully it looked like one

“okay that’ll be $5.12.”

you dug out some cash from your bag and handed it to him

he gave u your change and gave u a small smile

“your drink will be out in a minute”

AAAAA

he went :)

he is so CUTE.....?!?!

he looked around your age too

sigh... you knew he was way out of your league though

you were gushing over him but he probably thought you were just another boring customer

while waiting u sat at one of the 2 person tables on your phone

and u IMMEDIATELY went to text your groupchat

‘GUYS’

‘AT THE CAFE NEAR MY HOUSE’

‘CUTEST BOY IVE EVER SEEN EVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE’

‘WTF IM GONNA CRY HOW DOES HE EXIST’

‘WAIT BRB HE S COMIBBG’

you tried to quickly put your phone down without looking suspicious when you saw him walking towards you with a drink in his hand

“here you go, enjoy” he said before swiftly making his way back to the counter and talking to the other worker there

wow... hes so mesmerizing

you’d steal glances at him every now and then while taking sips of your drink

you were sitting there for like 20 minutes before you noticed you finished your drink

you totally forgot you came here to see how good their coffee was

it was good by the way

sadly it was your time to leave

taking one last glance at him, you threw away your empty cup and walked out the door

wow

u cant believe you got to witness the most beautiful human being ever

in your small town?? crazy

you were sitting in your car just thinking

WAIT

U DIDNT EVEN KNOW HIS NAME!

you mentally punched yourself but then you started laughing

what does knowing his name even matter, its not like u were ever going to talk to him anyway

LOL

*sad emoji*

but the coffee was good so you definitely planned to go back

and not just because of the cute boy

...unless....

*time skip*

the next day you went there was a week later at the same time in hopes that he was working the same shift

AND HE WAS!!!!

score! 1 for y/n, 0 for umm... any other person who had a crush on him too i guess

the cafe didnt have too many people since it was fairly new and also in a small part of the city

so when you went in, you were the only one there along with the two workers

“welcome, what would you like to order?”

NOT THIS AGAIN

he looked even cuter today

his messy blond hair almost covered his eyes

you shouldve forced your friend to come with you this time

you ordered the same thing as last time but this time he asked for your name

hmmm

“um y/n” you answered

your heart was always beating 2 times as fast whenever you had to talk to him

he wrote it down on the cup and after you paid, you went to sit down at the same spot as last time

looking at him is literally the highlight of your day

the same thing happened as last time, he came over and gave you your drink without giving u a second glance

>:((((

boooo look at me cute boy

nonetheless u continued going to the cafe at the same time as much as u could which was like three times a week

literally over a month later and u dont think anythings going to happen

u punch yourself for thinking the boy would somehow find interest in you

hes still indifferent to you which isn’t surprising since you’ve never made any kind of move

ever

but

he should know u by now

hopefully..

*time skip again*

it was a saturday

at this point you’ve basically given up on having a crush on him and now since its become a routine u just say you go for the coffee

not really paying attention to your surroundings you dont notice that the boy at the cash register isnt the normal one you see almost everyday

“hey, what would you like to order?”

woah WHAT

you look up from your bag to notice a boy that was definitely not the one that normally stood infront of it at this time

and you also noticed something on this new cashier

a name tag

how come your old little crush didnt have one????

this new boys name was ‘jay’ and he was fairly cute too

looking around the corner at the other worker u noticed he has a name tag too

you recognized him because he was always working when the cute boy was at the cash register

his name was ��heeseung’

after taking in these new additions you answered to jay

“oh um.. can i ge-,”

“she gets an iced caramel macchiato. her name is y/n”

??!<_|#%[>~€\£~

you whipped your head around so fast to see who said that behind you

was it who you thought it was ??!??!

YES IT WAS!!!!

OH MYGOD

ITS HIM

you widened your eyes at the boy who wasnt wearing his normal black and white uniform

instead he was wearing black ripped jeans and a gray hoodie

wow....... and u thought he couldnt look any better

BUT OMG?? HE REMEMBERS U

“oh wow ni-ki, you know her?” the boy named jay asked him

“uh yeah.. shes a regular” he said before walking to stand next to you

NI-KI

HIS NAME IS NI-KI OHMHGOD

u thought his name fit him perfectly its so CUTE

“are you gonna get something too?”

this whole time you were silent because.. what is going on

your heart was being SO fast you thought that everyone could hear it

“yup, can i get the same thing? also im paying for both of us”

WHAT??/):)/$;##\%|

ur eyes widened even more it looked like they were gonna pop out of its sockets

u unconsciously leaned towards the boy next you and kind of put your hands up

“w-what?? oh um no, you dont have to do that” you nervously said to him as he looked down at you

he kind of had a smile on his face

“i want to.”

there is no way this is happening

“oiiii ni-ki” jay chuckled while punching in numbers on the cash register

“ill have both of your drinks out soon, you two kids have fun!” jay said before turning around to face heeseung

WHAT??!!??!

your jaw almost dropped from shock

millions of thoughts ran through your brain and you couldnt even process anything

u cant believe this was happening

it was like a wattpad story or something.. is this how u meet ur soulmate

your thoughts were interrupted by a hand on your back momentarily and u look to see ni-ki shyly grinning and gesturing u towards a table

no way...

you awkwardly follow him to a 2 person table next to wall and sit down

you literally could not hear anything except for the pounding of your heart

“uh sorry about that...” he rubbed his neck and sheepishly smiled

“im ni-ki by the way”

“y/n...” u felt so awkward u wanted to cry

“agh, im really sorry if that was weird.. i just didnt know how to ask you out.....” he trailed off

*passes out*

IM JOKING

Ok but u felt ur heart stop bc NO WAY

“wait what??” u ask, ur eyes bigger than the moon

“um yeah... haha i took the day off today to try to talk to you.. sorry if that was weird..”

HE WAS SO AWKWARD JUST LIKE YOU IT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER

“no its okay!! im glad actually...”

“really? so is it okay if we hang out?” he asked excitedly

u did not think u could handle HOW CUTE THIS BOY WAS O M G...

“of course! sorry if im kind of awkward though” you gave a small smile

“its okay, i think i am too”

you two began talking about the cafe and where you went to school

turns out even though you two lived in the same town (literally 5 minutes away from eachother) u went to different schools for some reason

u talked for like 2 minutes before jay walked up with your drinks

“hows it going guys?”

“its doing good bro, now go away..” ni-ki lightly shoved jay and laughed

you giggled at the sight

jay looked offended and came right back

“that is not how you talk to your elders ni-ki! y/n do you see this?!” he scoffed

ni-ki just rolled his eyes and turned back to you

“do not ignore me young man!” jay joked

“oh y/n, ive heard all about you from ni-ki over here by the way.”

ni-ki’s eyes got so big you almost got worried

he turned around so fast and gave jay one of those ‘i swear if you say anything ur dead meat’ looks

jay obviously did not care

“hes always like ‘y/n this y/n that’ blah blah im glad he finally got the balls to ask you out because im honestly sick of hearing it!” jay laughed

u were blushing so hard

NI-KI LIKED U????

this felt like a dream

ni-ki pushed jay away so hard and turned back with red cheeks

awe

but yeah that was the beginning of the cutest relationship ever

u and ni-ki were so cute together <333

you’d always visit him during ur free time

it took like 2 months before u two made it official tho

and he was the sweetest boyfriend ever

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