~Gorillaz x Reader Oneshots~

Lemons: Paul Cracker

Warnings: Slight Swearing, not very well written I apologize
Song Warning: mentions of 4bus3, sexual themes and such although it is not very present in the story
Male Paula Cracker x Female Reader
You're a sour little boy
~Your Point of View~

Why me? There's literally over a billion people in this entire world that you could be bothering but you just so happened to f*cking choose me, huh? What in the world makes you think I enjoy spending time with you on long walks in the park, watching cheesy romcom movies in the theatres, or even early morning coffees before work? I'm not good at this whole friendship thing, I don't even have the energy to give you any attention right now.

My internal monologue was cut off as a certain black-haired male snapped his fingers in my face. Rude. Shoving him off I continued on our walk he invited me to. I wonder now why I even said yes to him in the first place. Oh yeah! Maybe it's because deep down you're still a vulnerable teenage girl with a crush! My voice rang in my head, I scolded myself knowing full well it was my own conscious thought.

"As I was saying," he started up again, telling me all about the 'cute customers' who came into the shop. "But woah was SHE HOT! Didn't you think so?!" He chuckled as he nudged my shoulder. I forced a smile and laugh as we continued on our way. It wasn't very far at all but it felt like we'd been walking for an eternity. "Hey, come on, what'd I do this time, Y/N?" He questioned, tilting his head as he looked at me. I struggled to maintain eye contact per usual as I just muttered up some excuse with a shrug "Just tired."

Working in a musical instrument shop isn't the best, it gets the bills paid sure, but could be better. We have the high/drunk old creeps, toddlers, the teens who mess with the equipment or untune the guitars, and then we have Paul. Sure, he's cute- or maybe super hot, flirty, a real 'lady's man', but it's hard having him up front with Gorillaz fans swarming him with either threats or 'Oh my gosh I'm so in love with you!' And yes in that high-pitched girly voice.

I know he's probably using me, maybe I'm just practice for his next girl, I mean almost everyone knows of him for doing it in the Kong Studios bathroom with Mudra while dating Stella. I don't fully blame him though as he was manipulated and super drunk, but that also doesn't justify it either. I shrugged as I continued my little sweeping task, humming a tune to myself.

"L-E-M-O-N-S"

I jumped from the small shock, my face an instant red from either embarrassment, anger, completely blushing because damn his voice is good, or all of the above. "You scared the living sh*t out of me!" I lightly nudged his arm, it looks like a punch but without the pain involved. "Ouch- ooh I've been wounded!" He laughed as he flicked my arm back. I quickly turned away to finish up my work and not let him see how I was absolutely red as a tomato right now. Damn him.

"Say what if I hooked up with the next girl I see?" He queried randomly after he had finished up another guitar lesson, placing said guitar back into its case. "I think you'd be a coward and back out of it" I chuckled as I stayed seated on the floor. See, my break is always around the time he starts a guitar lesson and while I pretend to be interested in it I mostly gush to myself about how well he is with children.

"I don't know. I think I can do it!" He shouted confidently, as he had just finished up with the case zipper "So, what'll it be, Y/N?" He slung the case strap over his shoulder, it looked awkward, and painful. "What will what be?" I looked at him with confusion clearly written on my face. "I said I'd ask the first girl I see, you said I wouldn't. I did. So what'll it be?" I laughed, assuming this was another attempt at his flirting practice "You didn't actually ask though" I tilted my head. "Oh well excuse me" he said rather sarcastically.

"Y/N L/N, would you like to go out on a fancy dinner date with I, Paul Cracker?" He asked rather loudly, a few heads turning over to watch the scene unfold as I sort of loudly whispered to him "You're a d*ck you know that?" "Maybe" he winked, my face was basically a giant sign that read 'WOAH THAT'S HOT!' And he knew it too as he laughed to himself quietly.
"So?"
"Maybe" I winked back. This'll be interesting I thought to myself. Realization not setting in that could all probably just be some joke to embarrass me or something but I didn't care in that moment. I just wanted to finally be with him.
"I'll pick you up after work then Y/N!" He chirped as he ran off innocently to finish up his tasks. He may just be the death of me.