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[bigblueworld]

introducing warriors of pandora series

the sister of the next olo’eyktan and a dreamwalker; an alien.

both of you warriors in your own rights. paths formed in pain and suffering. yet eywa brought you both together in a time where your peoples life hangs in the balance.

you felt yourself being drawn towards jake at every turn, and you felt your brothers judgement like a cloud over your head. yet, you just couldn’t stay away.

as time went on and the will of eywa being threatened by the sky people you had to choose: the love that she so dutifully brought to you or your people. one life ends, and another begins.

only time will tell..

[bigblueworld]

hiii! I really love ur writing and I was wondering for palaeontologist!rafe and anthropologist!reader maybe if they were locked together in the museum late at night and had to spend their night there? thought it would be cute <3

this idea is literally so so cute! i loveee ittt!! absolutely lovely!

you had tours all day, your feet were aching. your back hurting and now that the day was ending you could finally go home!

you heard jingling and a soft patter against the floor, you turned you turned your head and saw strata, trotting up to you. a happy bark followed.

“hey” a soft voice said

“hi rafe” you acknowledged as you stood in front of a roman statue with a tilted head.

strata’s muzzle nudged your hand gently.

“how was the day today?” you asked

“oh! it was..uhh..it was alright.” he answered with a soft shrug. his eyes kept returning and straying from you. “a lot of tours today.”

you just smiled softly and shuffled closer to him, and then it went dark.

“shit” “oh gosh” rafe and you said simultaneously. the 10 month old dalmatian puppy just yipped softly.

you sighed softly and pulled out your phone, turning on the flashlight. rafe doing the same. the light from your phones reflecting off his lenses.

“so…what are we gonna do?”

you shrugged and shined your flashlight back on the statue. illuminating all its curves and crevices. the stark white marble illuminated by the light. making it look vastly different. the darkness enveloping everything around it.

you let out a soft sigh.

"have you ever seen, night at the museum?" rafe asked gently, coming up to stand right next to you.

"duh, of course i have." you said with a slight giggle as you began to slowly walk away from rafe and strata

“hey! wait up! don’t leave me alone!”

you laughed again, a bit louder this time as you slowed down just a little bit in order for him to catch up to you. he panted softly and looked over at you, the light from his phone highlighting the slope of your lips, and the apple of your cheeks.

as the night went on you both wandered aimlessly, strata following along with you both. you guys talked and asked each other questions when you guys came across certain exhibits.

you laughed together, shoves were traded back and forth. you felt comfortable nerding out with him, and he did with you as well.

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you checked your phone and it read '12:45 am' and all of sudden you looked up and all of a sudden your head connected with rafe's back. you let out a soft groan.

"again...why does this keep happening to me?"

rafe laughed gently, "you gotta look up sometimes" he said as he shined his flashlight on your face, tilting it up slightly so it wouldn't hurt your eyes. you felt his fingertips gently brush against your face, and you leaned your face away slightly.

"m'okay, just needa find a spot to sit down" you said softly as your eyes met his, well sort of cause the light was reflecting off his glasses.

rafe nodded wordlessly and turned around, his flashlight illuminating the stark white bones of a brontosaurus. the long neck bones shining against the light. you heard rafe let out a gentle breath, you knew he had seen this exhibit before. hell he's given tours in these exhibits all the time.

"hey, did you know that brontosaurus isn't the biggest saurapod. it weighs around 15 - 20 tons lighter than the argentinosaurus which is if im mistaken about 100 tons." rafe said with absolute reverence, voice soft like silk.

you hummed softly and sat down on a bench that you found. strata bounded over and laid down by your feet. exhaustion was creeping up on you which in turn caused you to let out a yawn.

rafe turned to you and smiled gently, his eyes holding something akin to adoration. but it was far to dark too see. he turned away from the exhibit and sat down on the bench, he hadn't realized how tired he was until he finally sat down.

you both were now shoulder to shoulder, knees brushing together. you couldn't help but lean against him slightly, your eyelids drooping until they finally closed. sleep welcomed you into its embrace with open arms. rafe turned his head to feel your breath tickling the side of his neck, soft puffs of air leaving your lips.

rafe leaned back against the bench and wrapped an arm around you, the light that bounced off of the exhibit was barely enough to see what he wanted. and he reached down to give strata a gentle pet and saying a soft goodnight to you, as his eyes closed as well.

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you heard giggling and felt someone poking at you. you groaned and slapped at whatever it was. they poked again, and that's when your eyes opened; it was clark.

"well look at you, you have a good night sleeping beauty?" she teased and she poked you again. then you whipped your head and noticed rafe snoring softly, his glasses on haphazardly on his face. strata laying on his back snoring as well from the floor.

"we got locked in last night...we just fell asleep." you said, the remnants of sleep still apparent as you blinked blearily.

clark gave you a skeptical look and shrugged, "well...whatever you say. but wake him up" you nodded in response and watched her walk away

"rafe...wake up" you said shaking him awake. "we fell asleep...and the museum is open now so time to get up"

rafe's eyes opened and he let out a yawn. a soft smile graced his lips, he leaned up and fixed his glasses. "how'd you sleep?"

"i slept really well actually...thank's for being my personal pillow" blush tinged on the apple of your cheeks and you averted your gaze

"anytime" rafe said almost too quickly

"well... duty calls" you said quickly as you stood up and walked away. rafe opened his mouth to call out to you but the sound died in his throat, and he huffed.

strata was now awake and tilted his head up at rafe, his ear flopping as his tongue lolled out. "what...it's a work and progress" rafe sighed softly as he tugged the puppy up and went to start the day, the night you both had in the museum will be cherished forever.

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OMGG this ask was so so cute and I'm so sorry it took me forever to come out with! I loved writing this so so much!

[bigblueworld]

as you all know something is going around abt an au that i recently came out with, and people are saying terrible things to someone else abt it.

calling someone the n word is wrong and being racist in anyway shape or form is wrong. i myself am a black woman, so i will not stand for anything of the sort to ANYONE. regardless of whats happening.

[bigblueworld]

ABOUT THIS!! whoever originally came up with the idea i will give credit too! but i had no idea about other ppl who have made it! i appreciate people coming to tell me abt it! but i truly had no idea that other ppl did or are doing the same thing!

▄︻デ══━一💥 bull rider!rafe

💥 cowboy boots. dust. big belt buckles. rope burns. crowds roaring. 8 seconds. adrenaline. cocky smirks. bucking bulls. subtle looks. lucky watch.

BULL RIDER!RAFE who searches for you in the stands and sends a little wink your way before being set loose. he always wears the pair of boots you bought for him, with your initials near the heel.

BULL RIDER!RAFE whose all talk most of the time. you say he's all bark and no bite. but he can bite, only if you ask nicely. and through all those late nights traveling and competing going home to you is all he can ask for.

BULL RIDER!RAFE who adores walking in through the door to see your boots and hat by the door. he always has to say "honey! i'm home!" after competitions he'll jog up to the railing and litter quick kisses as you whisper gratefully that he's okay.

BULL RIDER!RAFE who grins like an idiot when he makes time, wearing the same smile like when he first asked you to be his. all teeth like he won the lottery. before competitions he always goes through a ritual, and it always ends with him tipping his hat to you when his hands are wrapped up in rope on top of a bull. preparing for those 8 seconds in hell.

coming soon..

8 seconds (playlist)

[bigblueworld]

answer ur asks about copying crazy ur ignoring..

i didn’t copy anyone. i truly had no idea that these other people were creating the same thing, or did the same thing before me. but i don’t appreciate the way your coming after me and others for simply just creating.

but i will not be taking my thing down, so please stop. and again i had no knowledge of this.

[bigblueworld]

introducing...jax teller && mayan!reader

🏍️💨 rival gangs. samcro && the mayans have always been at each others throats for as long as you could remember. you stole their guns, which created a whole shit show for everyone.

🏍️💨 you remember meeting jax, seeing his baby blues for the first time. you remember how high the tensions were, you thought you hated him. your gun nudged underneath his jaw, eyes glaring with something akin to hatred and understanding.

🏍️💨 you believed in your family; your gang above everything. regardless of the fist fights, the guns, the drugs. it was all towards something bigger than any of you.

🏍️💨 you thought and you always stood by saying that you would never be anyone’s old lady. no matter how hard they tried, not until jax was able to figure his way in there. taking root in your heart where he knew he didn’t belong.

🏍️💨 you had tattoos crawling up your arms as well as your mayan tattoo on your back. you wore your kutte like armor, fits like a glove. with a gun always tucked in your waistband under your flannels.

🏍️💨 you wore flannels, and hoodies, with baggy jeans. you dressed like the men sometimes but you were comfortable with your own femininity. you were secure in it.

🏍️💨 you had piercings: eyebrow, ear piercings, nostril piercing, septum, lip piercing, and a dermal. you had a high pain tolerance. jax sometimes when he wanted to be an ass would tug on one of your earrings and you would slap his hand away.

🏍️💨 you would curse at him in spanish, saying the most vulgar things and jax would just lean back, cross his arms over his chest. and give you a small smile and would look at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and you just roll your eyes.

🏍️💨 you fell in love with abel, that little baby boy nestled his way into your cold, dark heart and gave it warmth. you had family problems; barely understood what being treated the right way was like, but with abel and jax its like you understood.

🏍️💨 again. rival gangs full of hatred. opposite sides of the tracks. two sides of the same coin, yet tied together by what you do. you both live, breathe, and exist for the club.

[bigblueworld]

you copied @/angelluvsrafe with the bull!rider!rafe

oh! i had no idea that someone else had done it, but thank you for telling me, but im not going to delete it. i bet their work is amazing, but i truly had no clue that they had done it or are doing it.

[bigblueworld]

▄︻デ══━一💥 bull rider!rafe

💥 cowboy boots. dust. big belt buckles. rope burns. crowds roaring. 8 seconds. adrenaline. cocky smirks. bucking bulls. subtle looks. lucky watch.

BULL RIDER!RAFE who searches for you in the stands and sends a little wink your way before being set loose. he always wears the pair of boots you bought for him, with your initials near the heel.

BULL RIDER!RAFE whose all talk most of the time. you say he's all bark and no bite. but he can bite, only if you ask nicely. and through all those late nights traveling and competing going home to you is all he can ask for.

BULL RIDER!RAFE who adores walking in through the door to see your boots and hat by the door. he always has to say "honey! i'm home!" after competitions he'll jog up to the railing and litter quick kisses as you whisper gratefully that he's okay.

BULL RIDER!RAFE who grins like an idiot when he makes time, wearing the same smile like when he first asked you to be his. all teeth like he won the lottery. before competitions he always goes through a ritual, and it always ends with him tipping his hat to you when his hands are wrapped up in rope on top of a bull. preparing for those 8 seconds in hell.

coming soon..

8 seconds (playlist)

[bigblueworld]

WELCOME TO PANDORA!! (masterlist)

oel ngati kameie (i see you)

jake sully

tsu’tey sister!reader (loosely based on atwow and avatar 2009)

introduction to warriors of pandora series

chapter 1.

daughter!reader

coming soon..

lo'ak

twin!reader

coming soon..

metkayina!reader

coming soon..

neteyam

sister!reader

coming soon..

metkayina!reader

coming soon..

neytiri

RDA avatar!reader

coming soon..

metkayina!reader

coming soon..

quaritch

omaticaya!reader

coming soon..

[bigblueworld]

WITH THE NEW AVATAR MOVIE COMING OUT IN LIKE A COUPLE MONTHS AND IM THE BIGGEST AVATAR FAN SHLD I START WRITING FOR THEM TOO!! OMLLL

[bigblueworld]

artist!reader

𓂃🖌. soft. daydreamer. loner. acrylic paint. pallets.

ink smudges. overalls. sketchbooks. tv girl. cardigans.

rainy days. quiet intelligence. graphite smudges. concentration.

[bigblueworld]

yo! four eyes!

context: long story short. you were doing your job. dog hopped up on the boat, a man followed pursuit. said man was in your own words: dumb, stuck up, and spoiled. so you did what you do best. you pissed him off.

it was 4:30 am, your alarm filling the comfortable silence within your room. your hands rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you fumbled for your phone to hit the snooze button. you grumbled and then you heard the loud clatter of your phone hitting the floor.

“fuck.” you plopped your head back down into the pillows and groaned. waking up at the ass crack of dawn was a daily for you. the thought of the crisp clean air in the early morning was enough to get you out of bed.

you yawned again on your way to your bathroom to brush your teeth and hair. you proceeded to do your routine that you did every morning before walking out of your small apartment in chicago.

you flipped your keys in your hand a couple times as you walked to the docks. the soft jingling filling the empty air, the breeze whistling by your ears.

—

the large fishing boat finally came into view as you walked up on the dock and you spotted some of your crew mates already prepping for the long day ahead.

your watch read ‘5:00’ and you sighed gently.

“mornin’ boys!”

“yo, look who finally decided to show up!” gabe who were closest with teased with a shit eating grin on his face.

you shoved him lightly as you pocketed your phone in your overalls. you put on your gloves as you grabbed the nets and the buckets. the cold chicago air stinging your nose.

“so..anyone know where we’re headin’ today?” you questioned.

all of your crew mates shook their heads or shrugged.

“captain said we’re just tryna look for catfish or some carp today..”

you nodded softly and looked up, the sun was beginning to show on the horizon. the sky would soon be painted by pretty blue’s and oranges as the sun rose into the sky to bring warmth throughout the day.

you heard boots squeak against the wood and your head lifted as you cleaned the deck. “mornin’ captain.”

“mornin, you ready for today?”

“aren’t i always?” you said with a soft grin as the wind whipped against your face.

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the sun’s rays shone brightly on the large fishing boat as it pulled into the docks. the gulls calling and singing their songs, the soft rustle of the sails against the wind.

you hopped out and tied the boat to the dock with practiced expertise. what you didn’t notice nor hear was the soft pitter patter of paws against wood as you tied the knots.

then you felt something wet against your face and you grimaced. then you saw it out of the corner of your eye a brown and white spotted puppy, with a stub for a tail.

“hey! strata! come here boy!” the voice bellowed.

the puppy sniffed and nudged its nose against your leg as you stood up, then sat back on its haunches. the little stub for a tail wiggling rapidly. the puppy; strata stared up with big eyes as its tongue lolled out.

the man who you were guessing was the puppy’s owner jogged, and as the man got closer you almost gagged at the sight.

a nice button up and slacks. nice gelled hair, and glasses that he pushed up with a long finger, which was clad with a nice looking ring that probably costs more than your rent. he looked expensive.

“yo! four eyes!” you called out the guy as he got closer. “this your dog?”

you probably looked a mess. boots covered in mud, overalls stained from previous work. you reached up and fixed your beanie where hair was peaking out.

“uh yes it is, i am so sorry—“ the guy fixed his glasses again; pushing them up on the bridge of his nose. you cocked your head to the side.

you scoffed softly and shook your head. the man watched the action with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“what?” he asked.

you shrugged and turned around to tie something else down and you noticed he was still watching you, the puppy following close on your heels.

“you should really pay attention to your things you know…but i guess that doesn’t matter if you have daddy’s money.” you said as you turned your head back towards him.

he looked slightly shocked and confused by the outburst. and he watched as you called out for the ramp to be put down.

“you can go now!” you said again and that’s when you noticed the puppy still following behind you. and you were half way on the ramp up to the boat.

“why are you being so rude? i dont even know you?” the man questioned as he crossed his arms over his chest. biceps flexing and rippling under his button up.

you sighed softly and plastered on a fake smile that showcased all your teeth. you took off the gloves that you just put on and sauntered up to him.

“i have no clue what you’re talking about. im just trying to do my job, and yet here you are still distracting me.”

“all i did was ask a question.”

you looked down at your muddy boots and you saw his clean loafers; they looked freshly polished. strata; the puppy trotted towards the guy and sat down and stared up at the two of you.

“frankly, i dont care. take your dog and go, i have a job to get too. and you’re wasting my time.” you said with narrowed eyes.

“yes of course, you seem so very busy right now.” he said condescendingly.

you stepped up to him slightly “what do you even do rich boy?”

you watched his eyes narrow and a muscle in his jaw tick. “my name is rafe.”

“oh! nice to meet you rafe. you didn’t answer my question though.” you questioned again.

“why does it matter?”

“because i would like to know if you have anything with any importance other than taking up my time.” you said with fake tone and a wolfish grin.

you just now noticed he had a book bag around his shoulder and you looked up into his eyes. a deep blue, stormy gray like the clouds washed out the sun.

“im a paleontologist.” he answered with confidence.

you rose your eyebrows. “and where did you go to school mr. paleontologist.”

“university of chicago.”

“oh wow! proved my point.” you said with a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

you can feel his energy shift slightly, he was getting mad.

“and what do you do again? oh wait! this-“ he gestured to the boat with you and your crew mates catches for the day.

you whipped around with a slight snarl on your lips, “not all of us have the luxury of rich parents.”

rafe leaned down to your height; eyes twinkling. he hit a nerve. a cocky smirk grew on his face, “did i hit a nerve?”

you schooled your expression and looked back towards the boat. “i have a job to get too.”

“so do i.”

“then goodbye. happy to never see you again.”

“can i get your number?” rafe asked as you turned around slowly.

“no.”

“okay, ill just keep coming back till you say yes.”

“and i will keep saying no.” you shot back with a clenched jaw as you turned back around and walked up the ramp.

“bye four eyes!”

“wait! i didn’t get your name!” he called out and watched you disappear. rafe sighed and looked down at the puppy who was laying down near his feet.

he leaned down and connected the leash to strata’s collar. rafe straightened up and turned to walk away, as he was walking he turned back to look at the boat.

catching you sorting fish, and you turned your head. his eyes connected to yours for a split second before you turned away.

the boat rocking gently in the water, smelling of sea salt. gulls singing their songs and the water rippling.

rafe was gonna come back of course. he liked playing this game.

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HI GUYSSS i hope u like this!! it took me a while to come up with!! love u guys!!

[bigblueworld]

MUSIC/ PLAYLISTS FOR EACH READER + AU (or alt)

rafe nd readers!

🌿love in the museum (paleontologist!rafe x anthropologist!reader)

🌿FIGHT🥊 (boxer!reader x mma!rafe)

🌿 fish fish fish (fisherman!reader x paleontologist!rafe)

🌿create with me (artist!reader)

🌿 8 seconds (bull rider!rafe)

alt!

🌿 don’t touch another man’s bike asshole (jax teller x mayan!reader)

🌿 here’s your check (carmy berzatto x hostess!reader)

(the playlists are all on spotify! im so sorry for ppl who use apple! but spotify is the only app i use for music!)

[bigblueworld]

hi guys! please send in asks and requests for anything! im in the process of coming out with more stuff! but I really wanna hear from you guys! so send me ideas for new readers and all that stuff!! love u guys!!

[bigblueworld]

literally one of the best things ive ever read

WEBBED OBSESSIONS

content: you’re fixated on spiderman, and little do you know, he’s obsessed with you too; with time, rafe’s getting worse and worse at hiding it.

wc: 4.1k

tw: obsessive behaviour (not majorly)

❝ good morning new yorkers! we’re looking at another beautiful day here in the city, clouds have started us off today, and we’re looking for weather in the mid forties right now! but the forecast for next week shows sun as we move into spring… recent events of last night, spiderman was seen (or just missed) preventing a major bank robbery on 22nd east– ��

“what are you doin’? listenin’ about spiderman again?” jameson pouts, dangling the earphones he ripped from you, pulled out of your phone as well. you rub the sore spot where he tugged too hard, adjusting your bag strap on your shoulder. “give that back,” you mumble, and he dangles it further from you. taunting like an idiot. this was daily routine by now, but it didn’t make it any less annoying. having your things stolen, and placed out of reach. mocked in the school corridors. “hm maybe i won’t, you gonna get spiderman to come give it back?” he chuckles, nudging his asshole friends too. you don’t even care about the earphones, and have considered on more than one occasion just leaving it, buying new ones. they cost like, what? $3? but every time you’ve tried, he’s only stepped in your way– he doesn’t let you leave.

today is no different. he stalks you all the way to class with his gang, telling lame jokes, joined by girls with high pitched laughter. you’ve learned to drown them out. head down, sneaking the occasional peek at your phone– the tabloids:

spiderman saves the day!

where does spiderman come from?

who’s behind the mask?

now that question, you were dying to know. who was spiderman? there were wide rumours: a teenager, a foreign species, or even a robot. conspiracy theories thrown left, right and centre, but you believed it had to be a teenager– an ordinary person. just like you. well, not like you. you couldn’t imagine spiderman got bullied on his way to school, or got his earphones stolen on the daily.

“what the fuck man!” jameson exclaims, and you spare a look over your shoulder. some kid off to the side yanked the earphones straight out of his hand, fixing him with an unbothered look as he leans against the lockers. “give that back!” jameson lunges forward to grab it, but the kid moves before he can, scowling at him when he does, strolling up beside you. he tosses the earphones into your hand, and walks straight past you, leaving you to scramble behind him. stuffing them into your pocket, you chase after the boy, dismissing the scoffs and angry words of the jameson behind you.

“excuse me!– sorry!” you slip through the crowds of students in the pursuit of the one kid, his back slowly disappearing. how fast did he walk? you could have sworn he was dodging all the kids with some type of superhuman speed, while you were colliding with them all. “hi!– hi!” you exhale once you finally reach him, quick pacing alongside him. he gives you a double-take, eyes flicking up and down you. “what?” his voice is gruff, striding forwards without looking at you again.

“i don’t mean to bother you!”

“you don’t?” he raises his eyebrow, pushing, shoulder-first through the masses.

“no– of course not! i just wanted to say thank you,” you say. “for my earphones..?” your voice is more tentative now because he’s stopped walking. turned to face you, and giving you a..weird look? you can’t fathom why he’d think it’s so weird for you to thank him, if anything it was weird for him to intervene– no one ever has. “right. it’s not that big of a deal..but you’re welcome.” you nod, your turn to look at him oddly. he’s behaving odd, that’s for sure. looking at you strangely like he’s never been thanked before. “what’s your name?” you ask, almost scared he might run off again at the question. but he doesn’t, just lets out an inaudible sigh. “rafe.” then as if out of obligation only, he asks, “yours?” you tell him, and he nods, pursing his lips together. “well i’ve got class now,” you say as the bell sounds above your heads. “but nice meeting you!” you call out, walking down the hall to lesson, the interaction with rafe stuck in your mind. you glance back, to catch his eyes too as he’s going in the opposite direction. both looking. your eyes dart away, shivers across your body. strange..

rafe had seen you around school. watched every day as you got bullied, pushed around by kids twice your size, glaring from the shadowy spot against the lockers. you handled it so well, never even lashed out. he would have. he did what you wouldn’t at night, when he was masked, when he couldn’t be spotted. stealing something from their open window, and giving it to someone more deserving– friendly spiderman duties. he didn’t know why he felt so compelled to help you today, in plain daylight. it’s why he sped down the halls so fast, but you caught him. he thought you’d make a fairly good spidergirl at the rate you got him back. and then you thanked him– not spiderman. no one thanked rafe. miserable, rude rafe cameron, who didn’t do anything, for anyone, ever. and he felt your eyes on him, senses tingling as he forced himself back down the hall. and he couldn’t help it, how could he deny himself a glimpse of you?

it felt like dangerous territory– slipping your earphones in again at the back of class. occasionally glancing up to make sure no one was watching you as you opened back up the blog.

SPIDERMAN SIGHTINGS !

11:32AM: photos from last night confirm that spiderman has been seen with two different suits!

you scan the photos, not the differences. nothing major..but just in case you ever do see him. it’d be good to know.

11:47AM: lacey who works at the convenience store on 75th claimed she saw him disappear down an alley once…

your brows furrow, clicking the ‘more’ button to read the reat of the blog post.

…she said she couldn’t get a good glimpse but could have sworn he had brown or blonde hair when he took the mask off! she said he looked no older than 19!

your eyes sweep around the class, scrutinising the hair colours of every student in your class, finding some fault to suggest they couldn’t be spiderman. too slow..too dumb…too rude…the list was endless. no one could possibly be the spiderman. every teenager here was too much of an asshole to be the kind-hearted hero roaming the streets of new york.

rafe wondered if you knew he could see right onto your phone from where he was sat, behind you. did you even notice him walk into this class? probably not. so preoccupied with your spiderman delusions..well, not delusions, he supposed. he squinted slightly to read the blog post on your phone and internally cursed, he knew he was careless that day, going into the alley despite seeing the girl. but by the looks of it, his top investigator hadn’t yet quite figured it out. so he doubted anyone else would. but that didn’t mean he didn’t want you to know.

you sat, curled onto the couch, dimmed lights, watching the tv screen in front of you. the news, again, as always. listening to the latest problems, waiting for the crucial cut. your eyes lit up when it finally switched, leaning forward. ‘okay– sorry, we’re getting information in from the studio: spiderman has been spotted in new york tonight!’ the reporter said, and you hadn’t even heard the rest before you shot up. leaving a trail of blankets behind you, you forced your window up, sticking your head out. hair whipped in your face, but you simply pulled it out the way, searching the opposite storeys for a spotting. none. you groaned, determined today. in your pyjamas, barefoot, you rushed out of your apartment, and up the stairs.

on the rooftop was quiet, but cold. your arms prickled, along with your legs underneath your thin long sleeves, and trousers. you regretted your lack of shoes almost immediately when you hit the concrete, but pushed through. teeth chattering, shuffling to the edge of the rooftop. looking down, as you imagined spiderman might. city lights below you, sparkling. cars zooming through the streets, ever so alive.

“you okay there?” you stilled. you hadn’t heard anyone come up here too, but then again, it was quite loud. nevertheless, you weren’t sure if the goosebumps on your arm were from the cold anymore, carefully turning around. “oh my god..” you gaped, silently pointing, at a loss for words. “you– you’re— you’re spiderman!” you gasp, stumbling back. you see his masked eyes widen before his hand shoots out webs, wrapping around you and pulling you away from the rooftop edge. “don’t fall,” he scolds, hopping down from the point he was squatting over. you blink, astonished. his voice is surprisingly rough, not at all the way you imagined spiderman might be, or the way he sounded on those glitchy clips. happy, and light.

the webs stuck to your clothes, and you impulsively tried to pick them off, only to get your fingers stuck too. “maybe you should have left it,” he grumbles, arms across his chest. you hide your hand behind your back, like that might distract him, but it doesn’t because he’s already seen it. already giving you a disapproving look which you can’t see yourself, but can tell from the sharp narrow of his eyes.

“why..why are you here?” you muster up the courage to ask, your voice still slightly shaking from the excitement you’ve tried to dull. he seems to soften, not as moody as before– like the spiderman you see on tv. “you’re standing barefoot on the edge of a rooftop, i had to make sure you were okay.” he makes it sound like it’s his duty, not a choice. but it is just a choice because no one asked for spiderman, yet here he was. “oh..oh i’m fine,” you reassure him, and he nods, though you swear he rakes his eyes down over you– it’s hard to tell behind the mask. “that’s good, stay safe out there..” he murmurs, a two-fingered wave before webs fly out again and he’s swinging off the building, swooping below others and out of your sight before you can scream “wait!”.

and he’s gone.

but you just saw– and spoke to– spiderman.

“mary i’m not even kidding– i saw him!” you promise to your friend over lunch, food speared on a fork that had been dangling between your fingers for a good few minutes. “why would spiderman stop for you?” she chuckles, and you frown. “i mean it in the nicest way! there are major crimes in the city!” you finally take a bite, chew and swallow. “well..i mean i guess i was on the edge of the rooftop—“

“you were where?” her eyebrows shoot up, pausing mid-chew. you shrug slowly, trying to downplay it. in hindsight, there were multiple ways that doing that could of gone wrong. “it’s okay, it worked anyways.” she shakes her head, sighing, knowing your spiderman obsession better than anyone.

rafe carried his tray to the table next to yours, sitting on the end as far away as he could get. he’d heard snippets of your conversation in the queue but could hear it perfectly now, even over all the chatter and noise. “–and now i’ve got webs stuck to my clothes!” he knew he maybe should have helped you get those out, that’s what spiderman usually did. but last night he was too concerned, he hadn’t realised how far you were willing to go to see him, to the point you’d even put yourself in danger. idiot.

“so? what do you plan to do about it now?” mary asked you, walking down the halls towards the lockers. you had thought about this all of last night: what would you do? “i think the answer’s obvious.”

“be satisfie—“

“find him agai—“

you spoke at the same time, different things. “you’re going after him, again?” you nod your head, taking your bag out the locker and swinging it onto your shoulders. “y/n..i don’t think you should..”

“why not?” you furrow your brows, glance her way.

“it could be dangerous…”

he almost wants to scoff at that– dangerous. of course, being spiderman was dangerous, but rafe would never put you in danger. hell, he’d patrol outside your apartment sometimes just to prevent that, he committed crimes against your bullies that definitely didn’t fit the image of spiderman. if mary knew the lengths he’d gone to, the way he’d used the mask to keep you safe, she’d think otherwise. she’d know that the best thing you could do is keep looking. find him. because no one could protect you better than rafe spiderman.

mary’s words left an unsettled feeling in your stomach. spiderman handled major robberies, he watched over the city at night, he stopped villains– he wasn’t safe. you weren’t looking to tangle yourself in his webs of heroism and crime. no..that was no place for you. so you didn’t climb up the rooftop that night, you stayed in your apartment, buried under blankets, and watched something other than the news. some shitty cartoon you outgrew years ago, but still brought some distant smile onto your face.

then came the rapping at your window. there, then gone. your head snaps to it’s direction, twisting to around to find the source– you’re sure you heard it. but every window is empty, apartment lights and night sky. you turn back towards the tv, turning the volume down for safe measure. a few seconds later, it’s there again. now you’re up, walking to the window you think it came from, hooking your fingers around the edge and lifting up the glass. you poke your head out, look down, look left, look right, and look up–

you nearly whack your head against the top of the window, letting out a gasp of shock mingled with a whine of pain.

“always hurting yourself,” spiderman tuts, dipping lower so you don’t have to crane your neck up, now face to face with you. well…upside down face to upright face. you blink, multiple times, uncontrollably, until he’s tilting his face in question as to what you’re doing. “forgotten how to talk? understandable, people get a little flustered when they see some of my face.”

right. his face– his mouth. exposed. mask pulled up slightly. it’s so tempting to just tug it all the way, now that you can make out the outline of his lips, the colour, the shade. committing it to memory. “you’re staring..” he muses, and you stagger back a step, shake your head. “no!”

“yes.”

“i’m not!” you retort, and he chuckles. wide smirk across his face. “right..” you cast your eyes elsewhere. “if i’d known you’d get like this i guess i would have done this earlier.” you brows pinch together– you’ve only seen each other once before. how much earlier could he get than your first interaction? you brush it away, insignificant. “wh– why are you here..again?” you stammer, curious.

“i hear you’re a bit obssessed..” he whispers, like it’s a secret. he leans in, his breath hot against your face. your heart skips several beats, and he smiles, as if he knows. “i’m..i’m not obssessed,” you murmur, unconvincingly. you followed a few tabloids...watched the news…spoke about him a bit…told mary you were going to keep investigating…obsessed. you were obsessed. and he sees right through you, letting out a little hum. “oh well, i was kinda hopin’ you were,” he mutters, then disappears. your head shoots out again, looking everywhere, and he’s no where to be seen. at all. but you can still feel his lips tantalisingly close to yours. can still smell his lingering scent.

rafe lands in the alley to the corner. not the same one he was nearly spotted in; he’s learnt his mistake. he tugs the rest of his mask up, messing his hair, breathing heavily. slumped against the wall, hot. fiery hot. he couldn’t help himself now that he’d started. he had to show you more, give you more. he wanted to. his pulled up mask was just a tease– god, he wanted to do so much more. if anything, he was the obssessed one.

it was like a mission– finding him. a hunt. you started with the store, with lacey. she was bottle blonde, bubblegum in her mouth, stuck in her braces. you picked up some random soda can, slid it onto the counter leaving a trail of condensation. “can i get this..?” you ask, tapping your fingers against the counter. she scans it, bored. “anything else?” she monotones, and you shake your head. bite your lip. “actually..can i know something?” she glances up, bagging the item. she’s never been asked anything before aside from ‘how much?’ or ‘can i get a bag?’. she’s silent, staring and you take it as an invitation. “is it true you saw spiderman..in the alley out back?” her eyes brighten, and she leans in. “i’m not really supposed to say..”

“why not?” you probe, giving her the cash, telling her to keep the change. she looks down, back up, approving. “police came by..asked some questions. told them nothing though, better to keep him hidden i think.”

“so you saw him?”

“the back of him,” she shrugs. “hot, anyways.” you exhale, shaky. you can imagine. “did you see him leave?”

“no..” she sighs, dreamily. “wish i did, i think he almost saw me though..” you nod, thank her, and take the can. you pause by the alley. it’s ordinary brick, vandalised and filled with the rats of new york. nothing special or secretive. you go back to your tabloids, and updates. nothing noteworthy. he saved a cat, was seen in broad daylight, returned a bike etc. etc.

you check the news that night. wait for a tap. and the next. and the next. and the next. nothing, again. spiderman seems to have gone.

rafe swings by the apartment every night, looks through the window and keeps going. it’s torturously tempting to slip through, give in to what he wants– but he doesn’t. he refuses to, he keeps powering forwards, web after web carrying him away from you. from a mistake.

you flick through the books at the library, a pile of two balanced on your palm, free fingers browsing the the spines. you pout, puff your lip out because there’s nothing good, nothing to keep you occupied. abandoning the rest of the shelves, you turn, and nearly collide with a chest. staggering back, you ramble out an apology, “shit– sorry!”

“it’s okay,” rafe mumbles, sparing you a single look. his eyes drift to the books in your hand. “oh..um..rafe? right?” you ask, and his eyes snap back up. he nods, stiff. “yeah..”

rafe pretends to think about your name. he knows it immediately but he acts like he has to scour through his mind to find it. like it’s not being mentally yelled at him. again. and again. “y/n..?”

“yeah!” you smile, and he must melt right before your feet. that grin, it’s infectious. it wears away at his heart, it’s why when he’s masked, he can’t resist little peeks, or tapping at your window. the type of face he’d kill hundreds for. “nice to see you again, y/n.” he’s looking for an excuse to just say your name, even though he repeats it in his head constantly. “good to see you too rafe..although i did just bump into you,” you laugh sheepishly, and a smile tugs at his lips. he shrugs, hands stuffed in his pockets, he swears if he doesn’t he’ll reach out. do something stupid. “that’s okay..” his eyes rake down you, and yours travel down him, honing in on his lips. he feels himself getting hotter, he’s sure, but then your eyes narrow slightly, and rafe gets conscious. lips. his lips– his half tugged up mask. “well– uh, i’m gonna go,” he nods stiffly, purses his lips together and quickly turns and walks away. you realise how intensely you were staring– you didn’t even mean to. getting out of the trance, you breathe out a ‘bye’ and make a motion to pay for your books.

you’re scared to see rafe again, you know he noticed and god, it’s embarrassing. you hope he doesn’t care too much, although he left fast. too fast, almost. definitely uncomfortable. stupid, you curse yourself out mentally.

“y/n!” mary practically jumps out at you in the corridor while you’re lost in your thoughts. you jolt back, clutching your bag tighter to you, not that the the books inside are worth saving. “jeez…what’s up?” you bristle, as she falls into step beside you. she’s bubbling, more so than usual. “i’ve got you a date.”

you pause.

turn to her. “you…” you begin carefully. “got me..a date?”

“yes!” she chirps.

“why?” you face falls.

“because you need one! so consumed with spiderman, and superheroes— you need a real man! your own hero!” she grins, pulling you along with her. you drag your feet behind her. “but what if i don’t want one?”

“too late,” she shrugs. of course it is. “they said yes, they’re picking you up tonight at 7pm– please don’t leave them hanging,” she implores, facing you with puppy eyes. you’re not a sucker for them, but you know you’ll never hear the end of it if you don’t say yes. so you nod, with a deep sigh.

he faces his open locker, but he’s watching you both in the mirror he stuck in it. a date, huh? rafe knows he shouldn’t get in the way..why should he? he hardly knows you. but then again, you hardly know spiderman but you’re infatuated. why’s it so wrong that he’s infatuated with you too? slowly, doing what he wants to doesn’t sound so bad…

a thud.

you’re trying to zip your dress up in the mirror, clip between your teeth when you hear it. holding the back together with your hand, you manage to tug it up halfway, setting the clip down and cautiously leaving your bedroom.

you straighten. freeze.

spiderman’s standing in your living room after weeks. mask tugged up again to reveal his mouth. all toned muscle in the dim light, stretched across the fabric of his suit. “you look terrified,” he smiles, leaning against your kitchen counter. your breath slowly picks up, and you think he might know. he always knows. “you going somewhere?”

rafe wonders where he gets this type of confidence from. the murderous mixture between timidity and boldness. he can’t speak to you for too long in school, and he’s all quips and kind words when he’s spiderman. but this? wholly different. smug, and brash.

the half-zipped, half-exposed back is more aware to you. the masked hero can’t see it, but then again, it feels like he can. “a date,” you gulp. this doesn’t feel normal. at all. so why are you ignoring it? ignoring every raging red flag. “interesting..” the hero muses, stepping silently across the floor to you.

he’s close. impossibly close. a few inches apart. he didn’t even hesitate to step all the way, and you think of every encounter you’ve seen on the news– this is nothing like it. so bizzare you ask, breathless, “are you really..spiderman?”

his finger traces up your chin, tilting it up to him. “why’d you doubt me?” he asks, curious. his head dips lower, just slightly. “no..i was just wondering..”

“why?” he repeats.

“you just don’t seem like this–“

“online?” you nod, almost ashamed. he hums, “well don’t believe everything you see…or maybe this is just for you..” your whole body seems to heat up, and you don’t understand it. what is this? a dream, right? you’ll wake up panting, too far gone in your delusions. perhaps then, it’s best to ride it out, wait until you wake up. “am i too close?” he whispers, lips brushing against yours. you shake your head impulsively, and he smiles more, cocky. he catches your lips in his, gently, like a ghost– hardly there. his teeth grab ahold of your lower lip, pulling it out, before a knock at the door startles you, but he just grins like he knew it was going to come.

you blink, and he’s gone. again. and you wonder, after you open the door to see your date, and can still feel his subtle teeth marks on you…what if it was real?

[bigblueworld]

introducing..carmen berzatto x hostess!reader

˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ you were in desperate need of a job, and one day you just happened to walk into the beef. the owner; michael offered you the job almost on the spot. mikey was the like the big brother you wished you’d had.

˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ when michael passed, and you finally met carmen for the first time. it was like two different worlds colliding. like a meteor landing on impact. in other words it was bad.

˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ arguments happened often. harsh words thrown like darts until it landed and stuck. you were angry, and so was carmy.

˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ when carmen first showed up and wanted to change the place you thought like richie, you thought that carmen was just a big fucking baby. and that he was messing with the system that mikey already put in place.

˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ you were good with people; like richie. but you had a short fuse sometimes, you got irritated quickly…mostly with carmy.

˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ but once carmen found all the money in the tomato cans, it was like a switch almost flipped. you began to mellow out, everything went smoother in the kitchen. and then carmy proposed the idea for the bear. and you agreed.

˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ you were good at what you did, and so was carmen. there was a mutual respect. but sometimes you felt that carmy held something against you.

˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ when you first started working at the beef mikey had given you a nickname. and it stuck like superglue. everyone calls you by it. mikey had called you “cub” like a bear cub, cause you in his words before he passed “you act like a baby bear. you growl and you bite but you’re all soft”

˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ you were serious when you needed to be. you were work obsessed, you believed in perfection. you were also slightly neurotic. you were good at the things that most people were bad at. you analyzed every scenario that could possibly happen.

˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ carmy thought that you were the biggest pain in the ass. sometimes he had these fleeting thoughts that he should fire you..then he thought of mikey and how you had been there for all the things he was never there for. you both together were tethered in more ways than one.

˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ you and sydney were practically partners in crime. you and richie fought and argued like siblings. you and marcus were each others rock. tina was like your work mom, who always asked if you were okay. ebra, sweeps, and fak were like your annoying cousins. and carmy..carmy was carmy. all of you put together were one big dysfunctional family, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ you loved the beef. you loved working there. and you loved it even more when it turned into the bear. in richie’s words “you’re one of the best goddamn people that work front of house, mikey believed it. carmy believes it. and i sure as hell do.”

[bigblueworld]

welcome to the nerds club

context: there’s a new guy, he’s tall..annoyingly handsome and very smart. and quiet..sorta. you have a tiny crush(TINY) and your coworkers LOVE him.

the first part of this au! i rlly hope u guys enjoy it as i enjoy writing it! pls send reqs and any ideas u have for any new au’s or readers! love u guys!

the field museum in chicago, illinois opened at 9:00 am, but you always showed up at least 30 minutes before opening to do a little walkthrough of your exhibits, and others.

you had a tour today with kids on a field trip, you liked kids. you just hoped that they weren’t wild.

the lights showed brightly on the masks, vases, and different equipment that human kind had made and created in the past. you stood and stared, your head tilted slightly as it usually was when looking at the exhibits.

you saw a few of your coworkers and with a soft smile you said you’re good mornings.

your work best friend; clark sidled up next to you.

“every morning..i know EXACTLY where to find you. you’re always staring at this one.” clark said with an eyebrow raised as she looked at you.

the exhibit in question was of the mummies, in their sarcophagus. laying in their eternal sleep.

the ancient egyptians always had you mesmerized and you always loved learning about them.

“s’just..i really like this exhibit.” you said softly as you looked at clark.

clark huffed out a soft laugh, “well..we got a new guy.” she didnt notice how your head whipped to the side.

“a new guy?”

“yeah..he’s a paleontologist or he will be working in that section.” clark shrugged and turned to walk away. you sped up until you matched walking speed with her.

it was 10 minutes till opening.

“his name is rafe..also forewarning i heard he has a dog. but apparently he went to one of the top colleges for paleontology which is like hecka cool. he’s mad smart, or so i’ve heard. i think..he’s in his early twenties. honestly no clue…” clark rambled on about the new guy

you nodded and softly acknowledged with “mhm” and “wow” just to pretend you were listening.

you and staff were very close-knit so new people were always big news.

“is he starting today?” you asked

“nah, but he will be showing up today just to take a look around and go through training and stuff…i think.” clark answered

you nodded along and kept walking.

“you have a tour today..right y/n?”

“yep. middle schoolers…my favorite.” you spoke slightly sarcastically.

its not that you didn’t like the middle schoolers..they could just be a..bit much at times. nothing you couldn’t handle.

as you kept walking, your head was down and once you looked up you slammed into something that was as hard as a brick wall.

but before you fell on your ass, a hand darted out to grab your forearm to stop you from falling. you heard clark gasp..and then she had the audacity to chuckle.

“hey..you alright?” the voice spoke. it was smooth like honey falling off the ladle, spoken quiet enough that you almost had to strain your ears to hear it.

you stood up and brushed yourself off, “uh yeah..thanks. im sorry i should’ve been watching where i was going.”

your eyes took in the guy in front of you. he was tall. his hair was gelled back, and he looked very nice if you did say so yourself. you watched him push his glasses up further and thats when your eyes caught his. a deep blue, like when there’s a storm rolling across the ocean. yet clear enough that you could look through and catch glimpses of what is in its embrace.

thats when you felt something nudge your hand. you looked down a puppy who looked like it jumped right out of 101 dalmatians was panting softly and licked gently at your hand.

“t-that’s strata. he’s nice..he’s sorta like an emotional support dog.” the guy stammered softly before gently tugging the puppy back. strata sat back on his haunches and stared up at the guy as he licked his muzzle softly.

“my name’s rafe.”

“so YOUR THE NEW GUY!” clark exclaimed and bounded up next to you, nudging your shoulder. clark held her hand out for him to shake.

“name’s clark, nice to meet you rafe.” they shook hands and he smiled. your eyes narrowed slightly. his smile was like the sun finally peaking out from behind the clouds.

clark gave you a nudge again, and you blinked. rafe was staring at you almost expectantly.

“oh! uh..my name’s y/n. nice to meet you rafe.” you took his hand and shook it firmly.

“heard you work in paleontology.” clark and her endless information on other people.

“yes i do! i went to university of chicago for my degree.” he said with another gentle smile.

“oh wow..that’s cool. im just a regular old staff butt..y/n here is an expert in anthropology.” clark nudged your shoulder again, and you shot her a glare.

rafe looked at you again, his eyes taking you in. you stared back, almost like you couldn’t stop staring. he was a pretty boy…

“yes, i am still studying anthropology. but i have my bachelor’s.”

you looked at the clock. it was time for opening.

“clark. it’s opening.” you whispered in her ear.

rafe shuffled on his feet, and the dalmatian puppy; strata nudged his hand. your eyes darted over as you watched rafe’s hand gently stroke the puppy’s head.

“well..it was nice to meet you rafe. but i have a tour to give today.” you said with a soft smile.

“uh wait! can i tag along. im supposed to do a little walkthrough with at least one section today.” you rose your eyebrows.

“uhh..yeah sure.” you nodded and then softly said goodbye to clark who was looking between you and rafe with a sly smile.

rafe nodded. and he pushed up his glasses again.

——

remember when you said that you hoped the middle schoolers weren’t going to be wild…they were.

as soon as they saw strata it was like everything went out the window. you took your tour group through each exhibit. carefully and meticulously explaining each and every time period with expertise.

you would catch rafe’s eyes as he watched you talk. it was like he was looking through a text book. trying to read you.

then there were times when you would stop walking to point out something to the group, and rafe would be looking at something else.

he was distracting you. god he was so tall..and annoyingly handsome. he knew how to clean up.

he was like a greek statue. carved and polished to perfection.

see..distracting.

you answered questions with great expertise, and sometimes the kids would ask really dumb ones that almost had you face palming.

a hand in the very back rose as you stopped in front of your favorite exhibit in the egyptian section.

“yes?”

“why did they place the bodies in sarcophagus and mummify them instead of burying them?”

it was rafe who asked the question and you cocked an eyebrow. he was smart enough to know the answer.

“because egyptians believed in life after death. they thought that the soul or as they called it the ka, ba, and akh. needed the physical body in order to return to within the afterlife. by burying the body would then decay; leaving the soul to be lost forever. and your question about the mummification. by being mummified it allows the body to be preserved for thousands of years.” you answered expertly but kept going, “the process of mummification keeps the body intact so then the soul could recognize the body and reunite.”

rafe tilted his head, his dog doing the same. you cocked an eyebrow and the kids murmured around you about the information. you liked that it awed them.

he opened his mouth to ask another question, “well why the sarcophagus?”

you sighed softly and gestured to the sarcophagi.

“the ancient egyptians put them in the sarcophagus because it provided extra protection from thieves and the elements. decorated by spells, names, and art. but in tombs the richer egyptians were placed in stone sarcophagi. which are usually in pyramids.” you said with a soft shrug.

“good question rafe.” you said with a soft smile.

what you didn’t know is that some of your coworkers saw the exchange. they all knew that there was a new guy, and now they put a face to a name. they ALSO noticed that you were with a group.

your coworkers spoke in hushed tones to each other:

“is that the new guy?”

“clark said she saw him…i think that’s him.”

“okay, so tell me why i think that y/n and the new guy would be cute together?”

“i can see it, i can see it.”

—

it was lunch now. the middle schoolers were all conversing with each other about what else they were hoping to see.

you had a soft smile on your face as you ate what you packed for your lunch. out of the corner of your eye you saw rafe sit down. strata at his side. the puppy was laid down; head on his paws.

“that was really interesting.” he spoke softly. his voice like river water over stones in a creek.

“you think so?” you asked.

“yeah. us as humans are interesting. the evolution of us throughout the ages within everything is fascinating.”

you’re soft smile turned into a beaming one, you blushed. he thought that what you were trying to teach these kids were interesting.

“i think me and you are gonna get along fine rafe.”

“i..uh. i think so too.”

your eyes took him all in again. putting him under a microscope, taking notes in your mental journal.

you watched him reach in his pocket, and he pulled out a treat. strata’s collar jingled softly as he sat up.

rafe held out the treat and you watched as the puppy licked from his palm and let out a soft bark.

“good boy strata.”

“he seems like he’s a good dog.”

“yeah. he’s doing pretty good today around all these people.”

you nodded in agreement.

“well, i gotta finish this tour. it was nice meeting you rafe. i’ll see you tomorrow yeah?”

rafe nodded, almost a little too fast. you watched as a little red tinged the tips of his ears and you smiled.

“welcome to the nerds club, rafe.” you said as you got up and threw your stuff away.

rafe watched as you took the large group of teens along. he wished he was able to talk to you longer.

“the nerds club…hmm.” his eyebrows furrowed.

then he himself got off the bench, “come on boy, let’s go.”

“i think we’re gonna like it here strata.” rafe spoke to his puppy as he tugged him along. he spoke like he was able to understand him. the puppy looked up and blinked at him, then his tongue lolled out as he panted softly.

—

as the day came to a close, you were with clark. no surprise.

“so…i heard that the new guy tagged along with you on your part of the tour.” her eyebrows wiggled.

“yes he did…he’s something.”

“alicia and thomas think you guys would be cute together. can’t say i disagree.” clark stated with a shit eating grin.

“we just met!”

“i didn’t hear a no!”

you ran a palm down your face, and shook your head. you loved your coworkers but dear lord.

“i think he’s cool. that’s it.” you said with a tone that said ‘i don’t want to talk about this anymore.’

clark held her hands up in mock surrender. “okay okay.”

but something in the back of your head lingered like smoke curling in soft tendrils in a room. you might have a tiny crush, but no one has to know that.

“so far, everyone loves him!” clark exclaimed

“he seems nice enough…i like his puppy.” you said as you looked over at her as you guys walked out of the museum.

“strata is so cute, i got to pet him on the way out!”

you smiled.

“he’ll fit in just fine.” you said to clark.

the museum looming behind you both as you walked to your cars. the thought of rafe lingering in your mind.

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HI GUYS!! THIS IS THE FIRST PART OF THIS AU!! i hope you guys love it!

im so grateful for all of you! love yall sm!!