#guac answers

[callslips]

jock!lottie x punk!nat headcanons

in response to these curiouscats because i have TOO MUCH to say:

firstly this is just actually them. like literally them. but let's get into it

lottie has all the conventions of being a popular girl barring most of the cattiness, mix that with the fact she's part of the soccer team -- YES i am positive she wears letterman's jackets when she isn't dressed up and is friends with other sports circles - the women's tennis team, basketball team (convince she'd play pick up games with them), volleyball team ... lottie KIND OF gives a fuck about academics but i just really see her leaning into the easy way sports culture allows her to socialize and form a circle of friends.

punk nat who plays soccer and ACTUALLY genuinely gives a shit about it, even though she thinks jock-types are meatheads. like, "i play this sport because i'm fucking good at it, but half of you guys are fucking stupid." definitely an extreme music snob who sticks to her own circle of friends, burnout-looking types (though she actually values academics... doesn't really come to class but studies when absolutely NOBODY is looking, because like everyone else she needs to get the fuck out of wiskayok).

they both play for the yellowjackets and their only real interactions are on the field, lottie might wave in the hallway or try and say "hi" but nat COMPLETELY cold shoulders her

lottie has a HUGE crush on nat, talking like, this goes back to middle school years when nat was somehow still 2 cool 4 school and still wasn't giving lottie the time of day. to be fair lottie had just had a major growth spurt and was still becoming acquainted with the sudden distance from her body to the ground .. she was in no position to be trying to befriend someone she thought was a 'cool kid'.

lottie's a jock but not a fuckboy about it, down to earth but you literally wouldn't know it because she's too busy attending keggers and it LOOKS like she's flirting with half of the student body when she's just.. an extremely kind and genuine person. even if she didn't like someone, not even remotely, she would still give them the time of day.

nat sees all of this and of course runs into lottie at after-game parties but does her ABSOLUTE BEST to avoid lottie, until eventually lot gets fed up with all of this pining from afar (or taivan intervenes, deus ex machina style) and lottienat ends up partnered the whole year for their lab class or some shit.

lottie isn't an idiot by any means but she definitely pretends to be because it ends up with nat having to spend MORE time after soccer practices with her working on their projects ... yes lottie is doing the Long Con to win nat over.

nat begrudgingly starting to think lottie isn't THAT bad when she finally lets lottie give her a ride home after a late-night study sesh and finds out lottie actually has decent music taste...

ugh cue the nail painting scene nat had with kevyn except now it's for lottie when lot gets bored with all the studying and starts coloring on her nails with sharpie

they win a game and lottie is like - "Uh, good job on the field today, dude..." to nat, who just looks at her like ???. later, in the locker room, lottie stuffs her head in her locker for a solid thirty seconds wondering why she called nat 'DUDE' of all things, until van is like... "you good?"

so.. yes.. girlfailure jock lottie who can totally be suave with other people but when she talks to nat she's so nervous about sounding cool she ends up making a fool out of herself.

lottie lies and says she "totallyyyyy knows what shoegaze is." and gets caught in it - nat's like: "why would you lie about that?", not mad but genuinely wondering what the point of making that up would be?? and lottie is like, "i just thought it'd make you hate me less if i knew what it was, i dunno." and what follows is HUGE because nat, at this point, has to admit: "lottie, what? i don't- i don't hate you." and now it's lottie's turn to be like ???!!!1!2??!

cue lottie being insufferable about this. nat will say something biting and sarcastic on the field and lottie will just ruffle her hair or grin because now she knows nat doesn't mean it, and nat is like - "i never should have told you i liked you." (this is interpreted platonically) and lottie is even MORE thrilled, like, "oh, so you LIKE me? guess i'm not so much of a pain in the ass after all..." (nat has totally called her this to her face at one point or another).

it takes maybe half the year or more for van to finally be like "dudebro, just fuckin' go for it." at a party and lottie, mildly sedated by shitty beer, approaches nat when she spots her smoking a cig alone.

lottie doesn't really smoke and nat bullies her for it a little ... except lottie looks kind of hot and nat thinks LOTTIE looks kind of hot, so she offers to show lottie a "cool party trick" and they shotgun the cig smoke ... yes lottie coughs after but not from the burn, entirely from the act itself and she's SO red and nat is INSANELY endeared by this

let's just say their regular study sessions at the Matthews' estate become a little less about studying after that... and since lottie doesn't have to play nearly as clueless she jots an answer down and nat is like, "wait - what the fuck?" but lottie uses her big brown eyes to make nat forgive her, especially since it was all to hog nat to herself anyway.

they definitely don't officially come out as dating, one day lottie's just chatting with her circle of jock friends in the hallway and sees nat coming so she pulls her over and slings her arms around her, hugging her from behind, and yes, some jocks are meatheads, but these are lottie's friends and lottie is hugged up against her so... nat's not really going to complain.

in conclusion: jock!lottie wins over punk!nat by kind of being a loser, but a charming one nonetheless.

is this basically a fucking au? mini fic ? someone tell me to shut up next time

#guac hcs #guac answers #lottienat headcanons #brevity is the soul of wit... which i clearly lack #when i learn how to format tumblr posts.. it's so over for you #lottienat #yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio #lottie matthews

[blastburnt]

when i was 5 my mum gave me some avocado but i didn't like it so she suggested i put it in some milk. just like that. i still didn't like it. she suggested i put more milk. i stll didn't like it. it must've been some twisted joke because it left me witj a bowl of milk with avocado chunks

#i recounted this to her to see if she could explain this but No. I'm left without answers #unforch this experience made me very apprehensive towards avocados #like i'll have guac but anytbing else is on thin ice.. #btext

[raytorosaurus]

What's this about ray's guacamole? I'm so intrigued!

so ray is really into cooking and yesterday in prague he made guacamole in the hotel room which was apparently so good that mikey, worm, AND frank felt the need to post about it on instagram. then they played a show that ripped extra hard so. where to cop ray toro's secret herbs and spices.

#favourite part is that he it looks like he bought a whole grater for the occasion #and a big chunk of ginger??? the mcr ginger saga continues #i've never put ginger in guac before #answered #prague #ray toro #*

[storyknitter]

Kiss Prompts: An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

The fire crackled, sending sparks upward into the night sky, and Vassanna slipped her hands around Theron’s.

“I think you’re selling yourself short,” she said softly. “Just because you don’t use magic to heal people the traditional way”—she shook his hands in emphasis—“doesn’t mean that you don’t help them, or heal them, or make them better.”

He turned to face the fire with a derisive snort, pulling his hands back to his lap, where they lay in tight fists. “I’m the only one in generations who has to resort to making healing potions and tonics. Generations,” he snarled.

“Well, your hands made those magical tonics,” Sanna retorted. “And I’m fairly well-healed, yes?” She gestured to her side, where they both knew only a whisper of a scar lay in the place of a mortal wound. “So I would say you still have a healer’s hands.”

Theron glared at her and she raised an eyebrow in return, daring him to contradict her.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

He had such a low opinion of his own talents simply because they weren’t the same as most of his family line. When would he understand that he was still as special as the rest of them?

Still, it meant that he was far too easy to bait on this subject. Instead of arguing further, Vassanna simply let a smug grin find its way to her features and let her gaze drift to the fire, its light dancing before them. Deep down, Theron knew she was right. He had to know, didn’t he? A frown replaced the smirk from a moment ago. 

“I’d be dead if not for you and your magic, Theron,” she whispered, “different as it may be from the rest of your family’s.”

She turned to him, needing to offer reassurance, only to find his face a hair’s breadth away. His lips brushed against hers, light as a tender spring breeze. Their eyes met and time stood still.

A moment, a year, a decade passed. Shifting ever so slightly, she leaned in closer, and he followed. Their lips touched once more, softly, gently. His hands slipped hesitantly around her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers finding their way into his hair.

Oh, gods, she’d imagined this before—kissing him—but it was so much better than she’d dreamed. Theron pulled her closer, kissed her harder, and Sanna decided she’d be content to stay like this forever.

Kiss Prompts

#thank you for the prompt! #more of the #MF!AU #medieval fantasy au #Theron Shan #oc: Vassanna #Jedi Knight/Theron Shan #sorta #OTP: Chips & Guac #kiss prompts #knitter writes #short but sweet #knitter answers #greyias

[mazm-imagines]

ALAN!!! *hands him a big star shaped box with money, an apron and chocolates inside* HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! _(:3 」∠)_

"Happy Valentine's Day! Oh wow- That's- that's a lot to unpack there! Not saying that's a bad thing or anything!"

Alan's head practically flew off his shoulders by trying to take in his presents.

"A star shaped box? That's cute! I haven't seen anything like this. I know Maeve would love it though."

He shook it around a little trying to guess what could be inside. There was a slight jingling before it was muffled by the sound of presumably paper and fabric.

"Ohhhh~ what could it be? Coins? Nah, there's no way you would give me that right?"

There was only one way to find out.

Even when he guessed correctly, the coins and bank notes that greeted him still served as a surprise.

"No- no way... 100 quid?!? You- you really shouldn't have... This wasn't made in a bad way right? This is really sweet of you and I can't thank you enough! But I seriously can't take it!"

He carefully pushed the coins to the side. God he has never felt this much money in his life. To the side was a rolled up piece of frilly pink fabric. Wonder what that was.

"Oh? Is this a dress for Roisin? That's jolly good of you! Let's take a l-"

The smile on his face froze as soon as he rolled it open.

"A- an apron?"

An apron that would only fit him. His face turned as red as his hair.

"Are you sure? I'm a man and- it just wouldn't suit me right?"

He was never one to turn down a gift rudely however.

"No. I'm sorry- you gave this to me with love. And the money too. Thank you for your kind thoughts."

Alan shook his head, the warm smile from before returning.

"And a box of chocolates! You're really just to kind for lil' ol' me~"

"How about this: You gave me so much, so let me bake for you? Anything you want! I'll make it! I'll- use the apron too."

Even if he said that last part with a smile, he couldn't help but blush.

#mazm #mazm hyde and seek #alan brown #answered ask #Valentine's day asks #50 followers event #GUAC YOURE SO FUCKING SICK FOR THIS/pos

[silksworn]

7, 8, 11, 34. ♥

7. Do they have any unusual fears?

answer. — ❛ Horses. Not that Iraestra would admit to it even under pain of death, but she had never seen one before leaving the Underdark and her first experience with one of the beasts was rather...unpleasant. Despite having absolutely no riding experience to speak of, her usual pride got the best of her and she failed to heed any warnings about the animal's temperament. She was in for a rather rude surprise when she was bucked off almost immediately and only narrowly avoided having her face kicked. She would protest that they're filthy, dreadful animals if ever asked to ride, but the truth is that she's terrified of them.

8. Do they collect anything? If so what and why?

answer. — ❛ Iraestra is fond of pretty baubles and trinkets, thick tomes of magic, and some less-than-savory items that aid her in her necromantic research. Her most prized collection, however, is that of whatever illithid artifacts she can get her hands on. During the height of it's power House Oblodra was known for their rare gift of psionics. Foul rumors swirled for centuries about the nature of their dealings with the abhorrents of the Underdark and how exactly they came to be experts with such a rare power. Whatever the real answer may be, there is no denying that Oblodra had dealings with mindflayers and other such creatures. This lead to a wealth of psionic knowledge that was lost with the fall of their house. When House Baenre sacked Oblodra very few of their ancestral heirlooms remained unplundered or destroyed. That does not mean everything was lost. One of the very few artifacts that survived is Iraestra's most prized possession - a resonance stone imbued with an aura of overwhelming dread that belonged to her grandmother. Even with her strong mental shields it pains Iraestra to be around the relic, but it is one of the few things she still has from her true home.

11. Do they have any addictions?

answer. — ❛ Strong magic, maybe. Profane incantation weighing thick on the tongue, the prickle of the Weave waiting underneath her fingertips to be coaxed into whatever shape she desires it. The promise of greater power yet to be unlocked is nearly irresistible to her, for better or for worse. She also has a particular fondness for Blood Wine, a dry red harvested from shriveled vines possessed by spirits of cruelty and avarice. However, she is not fond of being intoxicated to the point of losing herself.

34. How well do they deal with grief?

answer. — ❛ Hah. Aha. Hah. "Deal" is a funny word for how Iraestra has been spending the last 130+ years since the fall of her house. Her thirst for vengeance drives her forward, memories of the past and what she has lost only serving to stoke that hateful coal in her belly. She hasn't truly even begun to grieve properly. Her acceptance has transformed into a steely determination that has left little room for softness within her. She hasn't cried in well over a century, but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel grief. Sometimes she still finds herself aching to turn to one of her sisters to share the joy of a magical discovery she's made in her research, or wish that she could feel the cold touch of her grandmother's mind against her own, teaching and guiding her. She misses the luxury she once lived in and the respect she was once afforded. How long has it been since she has felt the familiar dark of Menzoberranzan, comforting in it's all-consuming embrace? Though she has learned that grief has done nothing to bring any of what she desires most back to her. And she does not hold on long to what does not serve her.

OC QUESTIONS

#thank you so much for these questions fray because holy guac were these answers fun to come up! #and i did a lot of thinking about her preferences & history for this #bg3 #☾ answered ! ❛ —— ( the taste of the grave in the mouth ) #☾ headcanons ! ❛ —— ( shame is a blade you turn against yourself )

[sensitivegoblin]

Guacamole + fried dumplings

Thoughts?👀

#I'm gonna answer asks I promise #there's just family stuff going on #basically my sister is allowed to snap at me and make me sewerslidal but yknow I'm not allowed to do or say anything cus then I'm ungreatful #I'm serious about the guac n dumpling #I'm fighting the high urge to combine agfsdfffff

[s0fti3w1tch]

Tentative Devotee AU (TBC Soon)

Leonardo is a Foot trainee, raised and trained by Lieutenant and Brute since he was 9. Life before then is fuzzy at best. — In the past several months, he's been going on his first proper missions, quickly aware of a persistent threat against the Foot Clan: 3 mutant turtles and a human who've foiled them time and time again.

What he wasn't aware of was that they were 4 siblings who never gave up on finding their missing brother.

CONTENT WARNING! This AU will explore: Mourning of family / Mourning of a child (who isn't actually dead, but believed to be). Violence is canon-typical up to the standards of the movie— That is also a reference point for the tone of this AU. There will be cult themes and dips into the topic of cult trauma, alongside family issues.

Main Comic:

Enemies || [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ tbc... ]

Baby Blue || [coming soon]

[TBA]

Minisodes/Mini-Comic:

Donnie's Apology Gift

First Mission Mishaps!

PSAs: Triggering Content, Why Leo will not have a "Dark Side," Cult Parents

More content below the cut! ♥︎

Scrapped/Changed Ideas or Scenes:

"Maybe this is the lowest point of my life" / Severing Ties

Usagi's first design + role

Mona Lisa first design

Reference Sheets:

Leonardo's Room

UPDATED LEO FULL REF

Leo's Outfit Change + Sorta-Timeline

Hand Marking

Scarf

Leo's Guitar

Eyes (outdated)

Nail Polish

Butterfly Charm

Future!TD!Leo

Usagi WIP

Doodles:

More Lore/Story Heavy = ♥︎ / Just More Fun = ☀︎ / 💬 = answer to an ask

Leo Solo!

"Keep it together, Leo"

"What I know about family?"

He/They/Xe of the day! / Speed-Color ☀︎

Scooter Boy! ☀︎

He's Writing Fanfic ☀︎

Guac Baby ☀︎

"Yeah, of course! But also..." ☀︎

Animation Test

No Sleep

[ i was listening to sonic music while drawing this ] ☀︎

disillusionment

Cook :P ☀︎

3 Swords?! ☀︎ 💬

Peepaw'd :) 💬

Head Empty + Leo kinda mad ♥︎ 💬

Blep! 💬

Feelings Down ♥︎💬

Multi POV

TD Spoilers Over Memes [1]

Trust in the Foot ♥︎ 💬

"Keep your brother safe" ♥︎ 💬

Big Sisters ♥︎

Turtle Sister to Turtle Sister 💬

Foot Clan Family

Motorcycle Theft! 💬

Shell Cracks + A Small Moment ♥︎ 💬

Trans Sibs!!! ☀︎ 💬

Hamato Clan

Not Growing With Us ♥︎💬

Recognition? 💬 ♥︎

"Donnie, stay out of this"

Unknown Tension

Protective Older Twin 💬

"Can we be brothers?" 💬

Donnie's hope (colored ver: here)

"Donnie, whatcha got there?" ☀︎

Drawing for Donnie 1

Yōkai Connections

Hueso's First Encounter With Leo 💬

+ All my AU Crossover Content linked here~!

Separated Leo Crossover : Bathtub Arc ☀︎

Preview Comic (Test)

TMNT AU Competition Basketball Saga ☀︎

DOUBLE-HANDED BACKHAND SWING

Nail Bat Recieved

Leo Hype Squad!

No PomPoms

I didn't intend for this AU to be that big, but I realized I did want to give this a go and make at least something. It's my goal to finish this project eventually.

The AU will be told in segments, comics of various points of the story.

Bonus! Miscellaneous info that doesn't play big into this AU but matters enough to me:

Leonardo is transmasculine, uses he/they/xe pronouns and is referred to with primarily masculine terms.

A version of Stan Sakai's Usagi Yojimbo comics exists and it's Leo's second favorite comic series in this AU.

'Tentative Devotee' is the name of the fanfic I was originally going to write. It was just gonna be a 2-shot fic and a way to navigate some feelings as someone who was born and raised in, and eventually left, a cult.

The initial tone/direction of this AU was much different, Leo ending up in the Foot Clan under different circumstance (i.e. direct kidnapping from Lieutenant and Brute). I found this didn't quite work for me.

#Tentative Devotee AU #ROTTMNT Tentative Devotee AU #TD!AU Leonardo #Tentative Devotee Leonardo #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt au #Foot!Leonardo #buwan's art #my art #AU Masterpost #I wanted to write for this AU for a while #I don't know how much I'll draw of it but I will #I wanted my go at a potential Foot!Leo AU #and get some feelings outa my system so #here we are now! #hope you like whatever I make of it! #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt leonardo fanart #Tentative Devotee Reference Sheet

[callslips]

TRANSMASC! NAT x TRANSFEMME! LOTTIE HCS

(sorry anon, accidentally deleted your ask </3)

*noted this is written from a tboy perspective but i will do my girlie lot justice! *the nsfw portion will be tagged at the end as a pwp transmac x transfemme lottienat AO3 fic :>

SFW HCS

absolute favorite has to be nat, even after four+ months on T, being such a baby about shots and asking lottie to do them for him (which she obviously says yes to every time)

lot in solidarity offers to let nat do hers, instructs him carefully, and then soon they're just doing each others HRT shots and cuddling afterwards in the ensuing gender euphoria of it all

lot's HRT won't give her a cycle and it'll make her dysphoric while she's also dealing with all the hormones still occurring, nat would be the doting bf affirming her in the ways he can the whole time - "baby, you're so pretty. such a pretty girl." and doing all the things you'd normally do - making sure she eats well, giving her extra attention, chocolates, kisses all over her face to show how loved she is, and checking in on her frequently in case she needs extra love and attention

nat gets top surgery while they're dating and lot takes care of him the whole time, reassures him even when he feels a little silly for whining about any pain or having to wear the bandages and gives him loads of kisses and compliments when he finally takes the binder off, mindful of the fact she still has to be careful but obsessed with touching his now-flat chest especially since he's so happy about it.

whenever nat is feeling dysphoric lottie will tell him how handsome he is while playing with his hair/running her fingers along his top surgery scars/playing with the happy trail on his stomach until all he can do is laugh and pull her in for kisses

nat gets to over 8 months on T and his voice has fully deepened, lot's voice has gotten higher on E and they're both like - somehow even more attracted to each other than they were before dksjks. phone calls even though they just left each other's apartments just to hear each other's voices, nat sending husky voice notes in the morning because he knows they drive lottie crazyyyy. lot's voice being so cute to nat that sometimes conversations are like - "babe, i literally just explained this to you." and nat's like, "i know. can you say it again though? i just love hearing you talk."

nat's HRT giving him that *slutty* male waist and allowing him to bulk a bit, lot literally can't keep her hands off him or stop bragging about how handsome "my man" is or using every possible moment to say "my guy" or "my boyfriend" (nat is even worse about calling lot "my girl", making it extremely clear to all his dudebros that lot is HIS,, but we won't get into it, possessive nat is for another time)

likewise lottie's HRT making her gain weight in her hips and chest and nat being like, insanely obsessed with this. could not keep his hands off of her if he tried and even then lot wouldn't want him to, grinning every time nat squeezes at the plush of her waist or kisses her stomach, telling her she's "so perfect, so beautiful. how'd i get so lucky?"

literally the most wholesome relationship ever, like they go clothes shopping together and tell each other which outfits look so pretty or so handsome

the height difference doesn't even bother nat because having a tall gf just means her skirts show even MORE of her legs (he has an obsession there as well) and when they cuddle he can just starfish on top of her while she plays with his hair and gives him little affirmations

probably could go on and on but i hope you enjoyed :,)

NSFW TRANSMASC! NAT X TRANSFEMME! LOTTIE A03 FIC LINK:

this was written on anon so i'm kind of defeating the purpose by posting it but only a few of you have my tumblr soooo

#lottienat #guac hcs #yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfic #guac answers #lottienat headcanons #transmasc natalie scatorccio #transfem lottie matthews

[romanreignseater]

Our Reflection.

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18 +

Warning: Probably my dirtiest story yet. It’s just pure filth. Brace yourself.

“Being two beautiful people in a relationship causes us to look in the mirror quite often. So, why not take a chance and fuck in front of it.”

A/N: They need to stop targeting our Bloodline hero, Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. That’s my man and I got his back. Sorry… I’m in my feeling about NOC 😭. Had to write for my him, but I also got a Jimmy fic coming out soon, so stay tuned. Also, I didn’t forget about my Dean fic it’s still coming out as well.

GIF: @jeysuso

“You really think you could guess my Chipotle order?!”

My husband, Jey, smiled through FaceTime. “I feel the vibes right now, like that telepathic shit.”

I couldn’t even contain my laughter at his remark of us being telepathic. “So, what do I want then baby?!”

“Well, obviously you always want me that’s a given.” I rolled my eyes at slick comment and he cheesed real hard.

“Okay then with yo fine ass, what do I want?!”

“I thought I was handsome.” His hand over his heart as if he were hurt. “You’re actually an idiot.” Jey soon began sniffling like he was going to cry, eyes closed and all.

This boy really in the middle of Chipotle actin a fool.

“Okayyy… handsome.” He peeled one eye open and smirked at me lovingly. “What. Do. I. Want?!”

He opened his mouth, giving me a long and very dramatic pause just to say, “I can’t tell you that mama. But, I know you always get chips and guac, so that’s all you need to know.”

This boy better get my burrito.

——————————————————————————

Roughly about two hours later, I began doing my makeup. My girls invited me out to a quick little lunch.

I’ve been waiting for Jey, but my chipotle STILL… had yet to arrive. I wasn’t gonna sit around and not get me something to eat. So, lunch with my girls it was.

Trin was on her way to pick me up, so I had some time to kill. The 28’ inch jet black silky buss down was laid, and the all black outfit was hugging my curves in all the right places. My top had a heart cutout right at my cleavage showcasing my ample breasts and my leggings were definitely holding my ass tight.

As I looked in the mirror, making sure everything was looking right before I continued my makeup. In the mirror I could see Mr. Main Event Jey Uso standing in the doorway admiring me.

Looking down at his reflection, I could see a Chipotle bag in his hand. But, when looking up I could see his bottom lip sheathed behind his teeth.

Turning back around to the mirror continuing my makeup, “Look who decided to show up.”

I could hear Jey’s heavy size 13 feet nearing me. Looking up from my eyeshadow palette, my husband’s big frame could surround my entire body. He stood behind me with his hat on backwards, gold link chain dancing on his neck, Niu Tat crop top, and black cotton Nike shorts.

“And where yo’ ass think you going looking this fine?!”

Jey pressed himself against my backside, and I could feel his heavy member stabbing me in the ass. The bag of food was placed on the counter and Jey’s hands were placed on the counter in front of me, practically trapping me between the both of them.

“I hope you got what I wanted sir.”

I continued doing my eyeshadow and Jey looked at me with utter confusion. He pushed my hair behind my ear and whispered, “You ain’t answer my question.” (Just imagining this is Jey’s voice 😩).

“And I don’t want to, your ass took forever with my food.”

Jey’s lips soon traveled down my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking at it passionately. I completely ignored his gestures, and he could tell his neck kisses weren’t working.

“I got you a burrito, I felt that telepathic shit.”

“That’s cute babe, but I got plans to go eat out anyways.” Turning around I swiped a little eyeshadow on his cheek. I giggle as his face remained stone cold.

“So… who you got these ‘plans’ with?!”

“Nunya.”

Jey’s face changed from a sly and hard stare, to a completely hard stare.

“So you’re telling me… you going out to eat, looking all good, smelling all good, just to make me upset cause I brought your Chipotle late?!”

I paused brush strokes and looked him in his eyes in the mirror. “I still would’ve went out with the girls, even if you brought the Chipotle earlier. So… I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

“What I’m gonna tell you is what I’m gonna do to you.” Jey begins to sort of pace around me back and forth. He then walks back behind me and bent my back over the counter slowly.

“What are you doing boy?! I got a lunch to go to.”

My breasts were soon pressed against the counter, and Jey’s knees spread my legs apart. His grip on my back arrived to the back of my neck and my breathing became heavier.

He bent down to my level in front of the mirror, looking me in my eyes and said, “Imma eat this pussy real good, fuck you real hard, you finna eat this burrito, and then I’ll think about letting you go out,”

His commands made me very upset, but also really wet.

“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but I gotta finish getting ready.” As I tried to get up from my bent position, I couldn’t. Jey’s strength totally overpowered mine and there was really no way I’d get up.

“Yo’ ass ain’t going nowhere.” I yelped as a smack was placed on my ass. A couple more smacks were laid upon my ass and tears began to well up in my eyes.

“Aww, you crying and I didn’t even fuck you yet. And to think yo’ ass was tryna run from this dick. Tsk tsk tsk.” I looked up at him with fury.

Jey’s hands went from the back of my neck to my clothed, pulsing mound. Massaging it ever so gracefully. Goosebumps arose from my arms and Jey chuckled, practically enjoying the reactions I was trying not to give him.

Jey shocked me by ripping my leggings straight down the middle, panties and all.

“JEY!! WHAT THE FUC-.” His large and bear like hands covered my mouth, nearly my entire face. “Shhhhh.” He placed a kiss on top of my head and his fingers traveled from my neck to my cunt.

Rubbing my slick juices all over the entirety of my pussy. “Unhh, oh my g-.” I moaned through his hand, but I soon stopped moaning as Jey paused his ministrations. Looking at him with pure anger, he took his wet fingers into his mouth and sucked on my juices.

“That shit tasty mama.” Even though, he was pissing me off, he was just so irresistible. “I’m about to go to town on that pussy.”

I watched as his head dipped down and he was at level with my pussy. I felt him spread my lips apart and his hot breath cascading it. His thick thumb traced my pussy lips gently and he pressed it against my clit.

“Gotta taste it before I fuck it huh?!” As I tried to get a word out, he dived right in. He spread his mouth over my center. My hand traveled behind and was placed on the back of his head while he went to work. He drooled all over this pretty little pussy, causing me to whimper and whine for him.

Jey slurped on me a little more before bringing his hand up to meet my ass with a stinging slap. I continued to breathe deeply as he was really eating it from the back.

He feasted wholeheartedly on me, not stopping. This pussy belonged to him all day, everyday, whenever he wanted it, and he damn sure was getting it now. My legs shook as I felt the pressure build up. “Unhhhh, I’m cumming Jey.”

“Cum for daddy mama.” His saliva drooled from my ass to my clit, making even more of a mess. Just absolutely tonguing me down to the max. I came all over his tongue and I shook with pleasure. But, I soon screamed as he didn’t stop.

The overstimulation was getting to me, and I knew I was going to burst. My ears to deaf the other sounds, the only thing I could hear was the gushy noises coming from his filthy mouth.

“Oh my god, I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!”

“Go on baby.” My pussy lips quivered as Jey continually made out with it sloppily. I reached my high and squirted all over Jey’s face.

I had an out of body experience as Jey rubbed me through out the rest of my orgasm. My ass gained a couple more abusive smacks and Jey’s shorts were dropping.

Lifting my head up and arching my back for me, Jey told me his exact plans. “I’m for real about to get balls deep in my shit, ya understand me?!” My eyes lowered and breath staggered as I tried my best to look at him in his eyes.

“Ya understand me princess?!”

Gulping, I accept his orders. “Yes daddy.”

“Don’t be running now.”

I couldn’t really make no promises of that, cause if he got to hitting that spot; which I knew he would, it would be a wrap.

His swollen mushroom tip glided against my cunt savagely, spreading my juices all over his tip. Jey soon pressed his tan brown dick in, gently massaging my walls instantly.

He smacked my ass once more. “That ass juicy just like that pussy.”

“Just fuck me boy.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

He pushed my chest deeper into the counter, getting in a few solid strokes of that monster dick before gradually picking up speed. He starts stroking me so good, and the pleasure is near unbearable. “Okay baby, stop I’m cumming.”

“Already?! I barely started and I’m having fun.”

My little manicured hands were placed upon his rock hard abs trying to get him to stop. “I’m serious STOP!!” My pussy was getting obliterated and Jey had yet to stop. I began squirting all over his cock and my whole body began to convulse.

“Damn girl… I was about to get my leg up on the counter so I could really hit that shit.” My breath was sucked out of my lungs and my heart felt like it had just stopped. Jey held onto the sides of my stomach and waited for my breathing to calm down.

“You better be ready now, cause ain’t no stopping.”

He placed his length back into my cunt, stretching my walls to accommodate his meaty girth. My head was soon lifted and held in place as Jey fixed my vision to him and him only in the mirror.

“I know how much you like to look in the mirror, Imma really give you something to look at.”

Jey’s foot was placed on the counter right beside me and my head nearly fell, but he was quick to catch it. My toes curled and my brows furrowed. “Daddy, you’re so deep.”

“I know baby.”

He plunged into my cunt so devilishly, “It feels like you’re in my stomach.”

Jey plunged forward so his stomach was placed against my back. He cupped my cheeks, “I know, cause I am in your guts.”

His strokes just absolutely brutal, grabbing my hair, and smacking my ass digging off in my pussy. Balls sticking and slapping against my clit, providing an entire new sensation.

Pounding my g-spot like there was no tomorrow. Both of us moaning and watching one another reflections in the mirror. I watched Jey’s stomach tensed admiring my thickness spreading me all the way out, my cunt tightening as he slid in and out of me with ease.

“That pussy so wet baby, that shit talking to me huh?!”

“Yes daddy all for you.”

“I know that’s right.”

My body went limp and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My knees threaten to give out, but Jey’s vice like grip on my hips lead me to continue to stand upright. “I’m cumming so hard daddy, you’re fucking the shit out of me.”

“Yeah, let the neighbors know my name mama. Scream for me.”

With a loud cry, I squirted all over his length, nearly pushing it out. Jey began to chuckle as he sped up his pace, clutching my ass cheeks for dear life. Moaning sweetly as he released heavy spurt after heavy spurt into the warmth of my sweet little pussy. Pulling out with one final smack to my ass, his cum dribbled out of my hole onto my clit.

Grabbing my cheeks harshly, he kissed me sloppily. Spit all over my lips and around my mouth. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too boy.”

As we looked into each others eyes, we could hear the loud banging of the front door.

“Y/N!! GET YO ASS DOWN HERE!! Are you coming or not?!”

“Tell Trin you already did.”

Rolling my eyes once more at my husband, but his big smile got me every time.

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THE END.

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[crackedpumpkin]

Hi i saw your one shot of leo x reader " lair " and it broke my heart to pieces.

So is it okay to ask for a fluff one shot where leo is trying to patch things up with reader? Trying to win her again?

|| ʟɪᴀʀ ᴘᴛ. ᴛᴡᴏ || ʀɪꜱᴇ! ʟᴇᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||

Well, you asked and I answered, lovely anon! The first part was initially meant to be a standalone oneshot to bring you pain and suffering, but I thought, 'Why not?' and wrote a part two. This ending is however, completely optional, depending if you'd prefer to leave part one on the painful note :) (That's what I did)

"Just one more chance," He pleads, voice soft outside your shut window.

You press your head further into your pillow, waking up in a cold sweat from your dream. You'd be lying if you said you weren't affected by the breakup. The desk felt empty without his usual clutter, the absence of the framed photo of you together a constant reminder of what once was.

You'd never admit it, but you often find yourself glancing down at your phone, waiting for the occasional text from Leo. You were exhausted, trying to move on from him. But often, you'd come home to your empty apartment, collapsing onto the cold sofa and missing the warmth of his arms around you.

You had moved out a couple weeks after the breakup, only having told Donnie about it. The genius turtle had agreed to keep your secret from your ex in exchange for a constant supply of your signature guacamole. 

You had offered to teach him the recipe, but he quote-unquote, "prefer to focus my energy onto things that have more significant results than a bowl of guac."

He visited sometimes and brought Mikey with him. Not recently, though, as Leo was getting suspicious. You enjoyed their presence - maybe it's true that when you love someone, you also love their family.

Loved, to be exact.

The feeling of loneliness gnaws away at your chest.

You pull out your phone, a buzz signalling a new message. You unlock it, squinting at the screen to read Mikey's latest message. 

Dude, I'm so sorry. He got your new number when he snatched away my phone. - Mikester, sent at 9pm. 

As soon as your eyes skim over the words, your phone vibrates from an incoming call. You flinch, dropping the phone. 

It lands screen up, and your breath hitches from the unsaved number. There's no way you wouldn't recognize the same number you had subconsciously memorized and called countless nights. 

You steel your resolve, trembling hands picking it back up and hitting the button to accept the call. You hold it up to your ear, waiting for him to speak. You hear a sharp inhale on the other end, biting your lip to prevent yourself from doing the same once you hear his voice. 

"Hello...?" 

There it was. The voice that had once brought you joy from just a simple greeting, one that had reassured you and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he held you close in your bed. 

"Leo." You breathe out, trying to ignore the sharp pang in your chest at the mention of his name.

“Y/n,” His voice is quiet and subdued, starkly contrasting with his usual cheerful and carefree nature. “I know we ended badly, but could we meet to talk about it? If that’s okay with you, of course.” You can hear his voice tremble on the last word, the audible gulp a dead giveaway.

You’re silent, taking the time to think. Do you risk it? Or do you not? In retrospect, you had never really found full closure from everything. Maybe it’s why your head is still filled with thoughts of him, your apartment a constant reminder of the subconscious habits adopted from your relationship with him.

“Alright,” You agree in a quick exhale. 

“Thank you…Would Run of the Mill be okay? At seven tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, that sounds good.” 

And then both of you hang up. Unknown to you, Leo is hunched over his phone in his room, holding his head in his trembling hands, relieved that you had agreed.

You open the door of your (very) empty fridge, sighing at the lack of food besides condiments like mayo and a bottle of cola. You grab the drink, passing the bowl of guac you had made for Donnie. 

You turn on the TV, trying to drown out the loud silence in your apartment. You sit on the couch, feet curled up and under a blanket. You watch the show blankly, trying not to address the emptiness you feel after the phone call. 

You take a sip, the cola burning the back of your throat. You grimace, setting it back down on the coffee table. You didn't even like cola, so why was it in your fridge? 

Ah. Leo liked cola.

You focus on the TV programme, deciding to drift off to sleep instead. God knows you'd need it, considering you'll be talking to your ex tomorrow. 

— — — — — — — — 

This is it. This is the day your life will be better off without him. The day you finally bring things to a close. 

You tap your feet, waiting impatiently for Leo. You had arrived at Run of the Mill ahead of time, choosing to dress in your best battle armour. In this case, it’s a stunning black dress that stops right above your knees. It made you feel confident, and your smoky eyes made you look badass. 

"Hey," you turn at the familiar voice, ignoring the way your heart does stupid little flips. 

"Y-you look good." Leo stutters, trying to pass off a suave smile as natural. But you knew him better than that, noticing the beads of sweat on his brow and how his hands shook ever-so-slightly. 

He's just as nervous as you are. 

The realization relaxes your tense shoulders, now knowing you weren't the only one. The surprising absence of his swords elicits a raise of your brow, and he notices. 

"I left them at home. I just wanted to focus on us tonight." He admits, fiddling with his fingers. 

"Then how're we going to enter?" You gesture to the brick wall, and the both of you are shut out from the restaurant without his sword to open the doorway into it. From how his eyes widen in shock and his cheeks flush in embarrassment, it's apparent that he didn't think that far ahead. 

Of course, he didn't, you think fondly. 

Wait. Fondly? No. No way. You were here to just talk and address the breakup. That's all there was to it. You dismiss the small smile at the familiarity of the situation, remembering how the same thing had occurred on your fifth date. 

You spot the way Leo's eyes light up at your amused expression, quickly masking it with a blank expression. "Should we get some takeaway instead?" Leo suggests. From the look on his face, it seemed that he recalled the exact same memory. You shrug, but Leo knows it means that you agree.

 ------------

You sit on the rooftop of an apartment building, a piping hot pizza in its box between you two. You take a slice, and so does he. The both of you eat silently, eyes darting to focus on anything but each other.

"So," you're the first to break the silence. He flinches, almost choking on his last bite. 

"So..." He drawls out. C'mon, Leo! He silently chides himself, trying to not be intimidated by how utterly gorgeous you look in that dress. 

You're waiting patiently for him to continue the conversation, and he desperately wishes that his hands could cup yours in a gentle hold. He wants to apologize, to grovel, and to beg for you to take him back. 

The past weeks were absolute agony for him, and he missed you more than anything. So many ways were thought up to express his apologies and promise the world if you'd just give him another chance. He'd make things right, to love you more than you'd ever need or want. 

But in an instant, once his eyes meet yours, it's all gone. Your eyes are filled with so much vulnerability, your pale complexion a dead giveaway to how you haven't taken good care of yourself. He observes the tautness in your cheeks. You'd been losing weight too, he realizes. 

"I'm sorry." The heartfelt apology spills past his lips, carrying so much weight with so few words. 

“Sorry isn’t enough to undo everything you’ve done to hurt me.” You inhale deeply, willing the lump in your throat to fade. “Six dates that you’ve stood me up on, not to mention the missed calls and unread texts.” You list out.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t….” I didn’t mean it, Leo wants to say, but he knows it’s a mere excuse, and he catches himself before he hurts you and ruins everything yet again. “I don’t have an excuse. I should’ve treated you better, and you have every right to feel this way.” 

“You lied to me.” Your words are quiet, and your eyes fill with sorrow. No matter how much you prepared yourself for this moment, it’s rendered useless as the wound is reopened from mere memory.

He’s so full of guilt, and it seeps out through his words. “I did.” He confesses, shame filling his cheeks and feeling them burn. “And I never should have.”

“Yeah,” You whisper, looking down at your lap where you’re fiddling with your hands. You swallow down the lump in your throat, hating how your eyes tear up again and how much he still affects you.

“But I’ve changed,” You look back up to meet his gaze, his eyes filled with pure resolve and earnestness. “I’ll treat you better than ever before, and I’ll make it up to you. Please, give me another chance. I’ll never hurt you ever again. I promise.” 

You shake your head, feeling the tears spill out the corner of your eyes and trickle down your cheeks. You couldn’t risk it. Not again. But Donnie had mentioned that Leo really had changed, how he wrote so many letters piled up on his desk. 

Heartfelt words left unsaid, Donnie had put it. He even admitted to taking a peek but never told you about its contents, only that Leo really had changed.

Even Mikey had brought it up.

God, you hated yourself for what you were about to say next. You turn around, facing him. He looks back up, willing the tears to go away. "Three dates." You ignore the way your heart pounds in your chest. 

He clears his throat, rubbing his eyes roughly with the back of his hand, "What?" His voice comes out hoarse, but he could care less about that. What mattered more were the two words you had just spoken. 

"I'll go on those three dates with you." You repeat, holding up a finger to stop him from speaking, "And we'll see where it goes; no promises." 

— — — — — — — — 

Date Numero Uno.

Leo waits on the cinema rooftop, two separate bean bags on the picnic mat that covers the ground. An assortment of popcorn and candy litter the ground, a projector he borrowed from Donnie sitting on a small table behind the bean bags.

He senses your arrival and turns to face you. He’s left speechless, the breath knocked out of him when he sees you in a pair of blue jeans and a flowy blouse. A necklace decorates your bare neck, bringing out your collarbones.

You’re beautiful.

He’s struggling to greet you, tripping over his words and stammering, reduced to the mess he was when you first kissed him. 

You survey the scene, eyebrows raised when you spot all your favourite candy and snacks, even the ones Leo didn’t like. 

He remembers.

Your heart melts slightly at the gesture, but you choose not to give anything away. You set down your purse beside one of the beanbags, choosing to sit down. “So, what movie are we watching?” Your voice is impassive, pretending to not be impressed.

“Well,” Leo walks over, sitting down and making himself comfortable in the blue bean bag, “Remember our first date?” He hits play on the app connected to the projector, and it begins to play the movie on the wall of the taller building opposite the both of you.

You gasp softly, eyes wide as your favourite movie starts playing. It brings you back to that day in the park when you first met him, a mutant monster having interrupted the public screening. He and his brothers had subdued it, only for him to smoothly invite you on a date to make up for the interruption.

It was a difficult movie to find in high quality. All the websites you visited only had blurry frame-by-frame displays. He had never told you how he managed to get a copy on your first date, and you never asked.

“How’d you get it?” You turn to him, unable to hold back your curiosity. 

“Well, I kinda had to make a trade with Donnie.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, his gaze soft when he looks at you. 

You avert your gaze, feeling slightly flustered yet touched. The mood remains silent with nervous tension, and you nibble on a snack as the movie plays. 

Then Leo makes a joke, wincing when it breaks the silence. 

But to Leo’s delight, you laugh. It sparks hope in him, and he continues to make pun after pun. You try to hide the small smiles from your amusement, but the atmosphere soon turns from awkward to comfortable and warm. 

He walks you home after, insisting that you keep the snacks he had bought and reassuring you that he’d be the one to clean up the rooftop. 

“Well, today’s not a bad start.” You murmur, stopping at the doorway to your apartment. He has his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, eyes filled with hope. “Just wait; I have another two dates to make it up to you.” He quips. 

“Goodbye, Leo.” You chuckle, entering your home. You close the door behind him, and he heads home.

— — — — — — — — 

Date Numero Dos

The bright lights of the carnival almost blind you as you weave through the crowd, spotting a familiar blue hoodie and jeans. You walk over to the booth that Leo’s waiting at. He pockets his phone once he sees you, straightening his posture and greeting you with a smile.

“So, this carnival, huh?” You cross your arms, looking at the booths around. He nods, holding up two express tickets that would allow the both of you to skip the long queues. 

He’s really serious about this, you note with a soft smile. 

Leo knows this next move is risky, but he does it anyway. He holds his arm to you, “Because it’s really crowded. Just scared you might get lost, and I won’t be able to spot you in the crowd.” He jokes nervously, holding his breath. 

You hesitate, but you gently place your hand on his bicep. Besides, this is just to prevent you from being separated from the crowd. Nothing else.

You feel his body relax, observing the quiver of his lips as he tries not to beam. You hide a small chuckle at the sight.

He brings you to all the various carnival games, cheering for you as you knock down towers of metal cups with a tennis ball and win a prize. You do the same when he’s hula-hooping, lasting the longest out of all the other participants. He has the audacity to do a few tricks with the hula-hoop to rub his win in everyone else’s face, and you giggle at the sight.

“Move aside, blue.” You pat his chest a couple of times, the feeling so natural to you that you almost forget that you are no longer together. A blush coats Leo’s cheeks as he looks at you, aiming the toy gun at the tower of Jenga bricks, the action stunning him into silence.

You groan, only one last small stack remaining upright. A mischievous idea hits him, and he sneakily uses his sword to form a portal behind the bricks, using his finger to flick it and send it toppling down. You gasp in delight, and your arms are thrown up in victorious cheer.

You turn to face him with unadulterated excitement in your eyes, heat spreading across your nose and cheeks when you see the soft smile on his lips. You avert your gaze, staring down at your sandals as embarrassment fills your body.

“Shall we?” He holds his arm towards you again, but you take it without hesitation this time.

The two of you continue to play the carnival games, and you have so much fun that you forget about the agreement altogether. You make jokes and laugh and gasp in excitement when he hands you a large stick of cotton candy to share. You tear off small pieces, relishing in the happiness of the sweetness that melts on your tongue. 

When he walks you home, you're disappointed that the date is ending, much to your surprise. You shut the door behind you as usual, small butterflies in your stomach and a silly smile you can’t seem to wipe off your lips.

You’re lying in bed when the phone screen lights up with a call, and you answer it without looking at the number.

“Hey,” Leo sounds surprised that you picked up, and you tuck the phone close to your ear, using your shoulder to hold it in place as you massage your sore feet. 

“Hey,” You reply softly, glancing up at the clock. Eleven PM.

“Did you get home safe?” That pulls a chuckle out of you, “You walked me home.” You remind him with an amused roll of your eyes.

“Oh, I knew that. Just wanted to check, is all.” Leo bluffs, lying on his bed with the phone next to him on his pillow.

“So, why the sudden call…?” You ask, switching the phone to rest on your other shoulder as you massage your left calf. 

“I wanted to tell you to dress up for the last date.” Leo turns to lie on his side, untying his bandanna to loop it around the bedpost.

“Oh? How formal are we talking?” You collapse on your pillow, holding the phone above your face. You accidentally lose your grip, and it falls. You yelp when it lands harshly on your nose, rubbing it to relieve the pain.

“You good?” Leo gets worried, sitting upright in his bed. If you were hurt, he’d make his way over to your apartment immediately. He’s relieved when you mumble a yes.

“Yeah, I just accidentally, yet very conveniently, dropped my phone on my face.” You groan, frowning when he barks a short laugh over the phone. “Hey, you did it too during that movie night in the lair with your family,” You snap playfully.

“I would never!” He gasps, holding his hand over his heart in mock hurt. An affectionate smile finds its way to his lips, staring up at the ceiling.

“So, where will our last date be?” Your question sobers him up, and a dull pang resonates in his chest at the reminder that there was still a chance you didn’t want to be his anymore.

“Run of the Mill.” He responds, quieter than before. 

You inhale sharply at the mention of the chosen location, and it gets quiet for a while. “Make sure you bring your swords this time.” You try to joke, keeping the atmosphere light.

“I dunno, it might ruin the outfit's aesthetic.” He replies without thinking, warmth blossoming in his chest when he understands what you’re trying to do. He turns to face his phone, oblivious to the fact that you are mirroring his exact position and tender smile in your own bed.

You continue to talk and chat into the night, and when Leo hears your witty replies slow, he knows you’re falling asleep. He finally hears your soft breathing after a while longer, falling silent. He stays in the same position for a bit, just listening and pretending that you’re right there with him at that very moment.

But he hangs up with a sad smile, falling asleep with a pillow in his arms instead of you.

— — — — — — — — 

Date Numero Tres

You’re waiting in the alleyway, checking your phone. You were there on the dot, but a small fear eats away at you, scarred by past experience. 

Would he be a no-show?

He was supposed to have changed. You prayed that he wouldn't let you down. Not again.

You don’t realize how tense your body is until he shows up moments after your doubt starts coding your mind, your shoulders relaxing when you see him. He’s dressed in a casual tuxedo, and you raise a brow at how snazzy he looks in it. 

“M’lady,” He holds out his hand, and you slide your own into his, tingles tiptoeing up your spine at the contact. He pulls a single sword out of the two slung across his hip, and you note that he’d even bought black sheaths for the blades to match the outfit.

He guides you into the restaurant, Señor Hueso bringing you to a private balcony and leaving the both of you with menus. “Wow, you’re really going all out, huh?” You observe, and sit down when he pulls a chair out for you.

He sits down on the chair opposite you. You’re about to pick up the menu to rifle through it, but he places his hand on top and gently pushes it back onto the table. You blink, confused by the gesture.

“Trust me, I know exactly what to order.” He smirks, signalling Señor Hueso to take your order. You ask for a glass of iced tea and wait patiently for Leo to order for the both of you. 

“Señor Hueso, one of your Pizza Especial, large please.” The owner, familiar with Leo’s antics, takes the order with so much as a blink at Leo’s exaggerated Spanish accent. 

“Did you just ask for a Pizza Special?” You ask, bemused yet entertained by the turtle opposite you. He nods with a cheeky wink, inducing a nervous laugh from you. 

You make small talk till the food comes, and you gasp in pleasant surprise when a piping hot pizza is placed between you both, the grilled onions among various other toppings bringing a smile to your face. You’re almost drooling, thanking Señor Hueso, who brings the food to your table before he walks away.

Leo picks up the first slice of pizza, placing it onto your plate with a warm smile that sends a rush of endorphins through your body. You clear your throat. “Thanks,” You murmur, picking up the slice and taking the first bite. 

He waits for your reaction, ignoring the rumble his empty stomach makes. He’s euphoric when your eyes light up, taking larger bites with a happy hum. He watches you with fondness in his eyes, stiffening when you catch him.

His eyes focus intently on the pizza, grabbing the second slice and munching hungrily. He doesn’t spot the grin on your lips, and you both eat. After a few slices, you’re stuffed to the max. You lean back in your chair, and Señor Hueso brings the pizza away to be put in a takeaway box at Leo’s request. 

“Dessert?” He asks you. You immediately nod with an eager smile, sitting back upright and covering your mouth politely when you burp. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment, but he finds it cute.

“Would you like to share our signature sundae?” Señor Hueso suggests upon returning with the packaged leftover pizza, waiting for your decision.

“Oh, I don’t think she’d be comfortable-” 

“I don’t mind sharing,” You cut Leo off, and his eyes widen briefly in surprise before they soften at your words. You nod in thanks to Señor Hueso, who leaves to prepare dessert, with silence settling between you both.

“The dates were fun,” You begin the difficult conversation, clearing your throat awkwardly.

“I’m glad you enjoyed them.” Leo’s reply is shy and nervous, fidgeting with his fingers on the table, green skin against the pure white of the tablecloth

Your lips curve upwards into a reassuring smile, reaching across and placing your hands on his. He looks up, taking in your radiant beauty and bright eyes. 

“I can’t wait for the next one.”

He freezes, forgetting how to breathe. 

“Wait,” He looks down, blinking rapidly before looking back up at you, “Does this mean…?”

Your nod of confirmation is all he needs for the rising swell of affection in his chest to spill over in the form of a sudden hug. You gasp in surprise at the feeling of his arms around you, melting into his touch as he buries his head into your shoulder.

You were home in his arms once more.

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[scrivenger-grimgar]

So we know the language barrier au, but how about meme synchrony au?

Inexplicably, internet history is practically the same in both worlds, but memes are just more obscure internet culture for wonderland. Kinda like it’s own subculture, and there are just less people who are chronically online.

Most people know a few memes at least, bottle flip, ice bucket, cinnamon challenge, etc.

Enter yuu, extremely involved in fandom, parody, etc. the pinnacle meme connoisseur. A person who’s coping mechanism is memes.

There is maximum one person in each dorm who can understand the shit they say. As Azul would put it, “It’s like Idia-san, but worse.”

Those people are: Cater, Ruggie, Azul (a case of extreme exposure), Kalim, Vil, and Lilia. (Ignihyde automatically does not count.)

Cater and Ruggie can and will speak memes. Vil could speak memes if he wanted to. Kalim and Azul understand but cannot speak memes. Lilia speaks memes often but it’s jarring and off putting because he combines it with several centuries worth of outdated slang.

Yuu: *is late to the meet up* sup

Ace: dude, you coulda gotten here sooner!

Yuu: *gestures at grim* I do not control the rate at which lobsters die

Deuce: what

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Yuu: *stares dead-eyed into their potion* guac-amole, gua gua-camole~

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Yuu: *being heckled by savannaclaw*

Yuu: *pulls out air horn* get FUCked

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Grim: yeah the first time they saw you guys they just said “enemies to lovers 30k slow burn bromance” real quietly

Adeuce: they fucking WHAT

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Yuu: *in sam’s shop for the first time*

Yuu: *whispers* I’m buying clothes at the soup store!

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(In the crucible)

Yuu: *physically restraining themselves from adding SO MUCH vanilla extract*

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(Post-book 5)

Yuu: *whispering to rook* kill John Lennon

Rook: ???

Yuu: *louder* kiLL JOHN LENNON

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(At VDC practice)

Yuu: I’m vil schoenheit and I’ll be your free style dance teacher

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Yuu: *thinking of adeuce* who painted the Mona Lisa…

Deuce: *actually answering* uhm… da vinkee?

Yuu: ASDFGHJKLL

#language Barrier yuu #language barrier au #twst #meme synchrony au #twisted wonderland #twst au #twisted wonderland au #twst yuu #twst headcanons #twst deuce #twst rook #grim is thinking

[adorejungkook]

Baby Got Back!!

CHAPTER 7

Synopsis; Jeon Jungkook has the fattest fucking crush on you meanwhile Jimin and Taehyung don’t find you too hard to look at either. Now Jungkook has to find a way to confess his feelings, maybe even show you,  before the other two find their ways into your pants during your “staycation”. 

Warnings; you guys said you'd be interested in longer chapters, so this is 5 pages long! We'll see how well it does :) happy reading lol

word count; 2k

chapter. 1 , 2, 3, 4 , 5 , 6, 7, 8

As soon as Jungkook opened the door, he was met with two pairs of eyes and two empty chipotle bowls.

Woah, they even paid for extra guac! 

Ugh, they would do that while Jungkook wasn’t here.

“Oh!” Taehyung exclaimed, jumping out of his seat and pulling you into his chest like a soldier who hasn’t seen his spouse in seven years, “You brought my baby back~”

“Tae,” You giggled, playfully shoving him away.

Suddenly, Jungkook doesn’t feel as bad about stealing you away and not buying the guys food. He’d probably do it again.

“Stop touching her.” Jungkook said shortly, shoving his arm in between the two of you.

Taehyung stared into his eyes with a small smile on his face, though the look he was giving him wasn’t friendly. It was like he was challenging Jungkook, maybe even mocking him.

“Why?”

…SHIT.

Jungkook had just pushed himself in between the two of you and seemingly for no reason. He knew that the guys knew exactly why he was acting this way, but you might be more than a little shocked to find out how much his heart panged when you laugh so sweetly, and not because of him. 

Plus, it would be a little more than humiliating to confess his crush this way and he had to go to bed with you tonight! He’d like to tackle one problem at a time. 

“Um,” Jungkook mumbled out, eyes seemingly searching the floor for an answer before seemingly finding it in the smirk plastered on Jimin’s face.

“Because dickhead, you just had chipotle and she’s allergic to pinto beans!” He scoffed, shooting them both sharp looks with their faces both fell in realization. 

“Fuckkkk,” Taehyung groaned, rushing away to clean up their leftover plates.

Jungkook had won. 

“We really did forget babe,” Jimin frowns as he wipes the table down, giving an apologetic look, “Shoulda got Mcdonalds or some shit…”

“Oh, you’re good! Don’t worry about it,” You assure with a soft smile before turning to Jungkook.

“Hey, you wanna watch a movie later?”

This is the most Jungkopok has ever talked to you and it seems like you’re both enjoying it, even though he’s been acting a little off. 

He wonders if you don’t mind or if you’re just used to it. 

Either way, as long as you weren’t tired of him, he was going to keep trying his best to impress you. 

“Oh yeah, do you want me to tell the guys too? I think Jimin knows where to pirate that new one coming out!” He giggled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh,” 

You paused.

Well, Jungkook was done for! You finally realized that you were done talking to him. Was it something he said? Maybe Jimin was right and girls really didn’t like it when you explained pokemon storylines to them…

Or maybe you realized that he stole another one of your delicious cookies?

Either way, Jungkook fucked up.

“I mean, yeah! I was talking about when we go to bed, but you can ask them,” You said with a stale laugh before taking off to change into your pajamas. 

Oh, you DON’T hate him and his pokemon lore! You want to spend more time with him, and maybe even find out about Squirtle’s origins! Jungkook couldn’t be happier right now.

Except for the fact that you just told him to ask the guys if they wanted to join. 

Jungkook definitely didn’t want to do that, but at the same time he had already lied to you once a day and Taehyung would snitch on him as soon as he caught on to what he did earlier today. 

At the same time though, you did say that he could invite them if he wanted to.

They would probably just come in if they heard the TV, but Jungkook didn’t want that either.

He knew exactly what to do.

He strutted into the kitchen, a man on a mission.

Both boys looked up from the dining table, seemingly having finished with their mini-cleaning session.

Jungkook took a deep breath before bowing his head.

“ (y/n) wanted me to ask you if you wanted to watch a movie with us but I really don’t want you to watch it with us so please please please don’t come to our room, I’ll pay you back,” Jungkook yapped out, hands clasped as he waited for his elders’ responses. 

“Huh?” Taehyung chuckled out, looking at Jimin in disbelief, “See, you can’t tell me they’re not fucking!” 

Jimin just rolls his eyes before tapping at Jungkook’s shoulder, “Fine, we’ll leave you alone for tonight, but if she’s not your girl by tomorrow then I’m gonna be pissed.”

“Man,” Tae groaned, resting his face in his hands, “She’s gonna look so hot in her little nightie dress-thing too..” 

Jungkook’s gonna act like he didn’t hear that.

He giggles sweetly before rushing to his room to get ready for bed. 

For your bed, which you were going to share and watch movies in.

:))) 

Should he find a movie before you get done or let you pick? Did you want popcorn or like, some poptarts to snack on? A million thoughts a minute flashed through his head, including some mini panic when he came across the pair of panties that he practically (literally) stole from you while rummaging through his suitcase before pulling out exactly what he was looking for.  

Grey sweatpants. 

No undies. 

Perfection. 

He decided on not wearing a shirt either, partially because he wanted to impress you but also because he never wore shirts to sleep anyways.

After quickly changing and washing his face, he ran back into the kitchen while ignoring Taehyung’s eyes glaring at the back of his head. 

Even though he wasn’t a baker like you, he was a certified snack master. 

Jungkook grabs a bowl and fills it to the brim with popcorn, pretzels and chocolate candies before mixing it up and dusting a little salt over the top.

If this doesn’t make you fall for him, he honestly isn’t sure what will.

He carefully brings it back to your room, sitting it in the middle of the bed while he waits for you. He chuckles to himself when he hears you singing your favorite song from the bathroom, Wildflower he thinks it was called.

Okay, he knows that’s exactly what song it is. 

He follows you on spotify, you’ve got a real gift for playlist-making. 

“Okay, I’m ready!” You say as you walk out of the bathroom, putting the last bit of your hair up into the scrunchie you had on your head.

Jungkook’s eyes drag down your body, before falling back onto the scrunchie. He noticed that you had matched the color with your very sexy, almost princess-like nightgown . It fell just before the middle of your thighs and the lettuce-hem at the bottom only made it that much more enticing to focus on.

Jungkook was stronger than that, though. 

Well, strong enough to wait until you were looking at him to stare, but strong nonetheless! 

As you hop onto the bed, you place the snack bowl on Jungkook’s lap before scooting closer to him and putting the blanket over you both. 

“Are you cold? I can grab another blanket,” Jungkook laughed nervously, paying more attention to your side pressing onto him than he needed to. 

He could feel the blood rushing to the tips of his ears.

“Nah,” You said nonchalantly, plucking a pretzel and some m&ms from the bowl, before looking up at him, “You feel nice,” 

You pick up the remote and start scrolling through movies while Jungkook prays to god than you can’t hear his heart trying to break out of his chest. 

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@yourbobaeyestell @coralmusicblaze @koikooky @jjkrinvgs @distinguisheddestiny @theladyblue @yopjm @jungkooksseuphoria @hollowtree10 @livorna @slutforwwh @hopewxride @namjoonimtheman2 @kooscameras @treethatswithpetra @canarystwin @idkreallys-blog @daisies-and-dandelionpuffs @jalexd @emeraldjade23 @jaehyunsbreadbasket @thatfatbussy01 @bigbootyjoonie @jiimtaee @boys0verflowers @kooklovesu @petalsofink @tornparts @telepathytae @jkjeon9709 @uarmyhopelover @multilingual-kpop @swga-recs @straybangtan @taeisbae13 @such-a-wh0re @m00li55a @foulempathpsychicherring @tearyjjeon @www-interludeshadow-com @Sugaluvmyg @pamzn @sunghoonswh0re @milkxgukk @shxnz @kleirielk @sugaluvmyg 

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[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color

Chapter 4

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 6,292

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

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April 2021

The shrill ringing of the phone echoed in Natalie’s ear as she rammed her shoulder against the rickety wooden door one last time, huffing out in frustration as it once again didn’t budge. She’d nearly forgotten about the dull ringing of the phone, resting a few feet away on a console table, until a low, warm voice answered, “Hello?” 

She sighed, rattling the door handle hopelessly as she replied, “Hey Chris-” 

But before she could get to the point, Chris suddenly laughed, his voice muffled as he said something – presumably to Scott – before he told her, “Nat, if you want any guac or salsa, you better get here fast because Scott is demolishing it.” 

Nat deflated as she frowned, staring at the one thing keeping her from getting to Chris’ for their planned night in, with Scott, Chris, Nat, and later on Scott’s boyfriend hanging out at Chris’ home to watch the Mariners play the Red Sox. “Well it looks like you guys are going to get it all to yourself because I’m not going to be able to make it,” she informed him, her voice frustrated. 

“Really? I thought you were free tonight?” Chris asked, and if it was at all possible, Nat felt even worse at the disappointment in his voice. “Dodger’s going to be pretty disappointed he doesn’t get to see you.” 

As if he knew what Chris said, a faint bark carried through the phone. She smiled to herself at the sound and at Chris’ hushed voice as he whispered something to Scott, but soon explained to them, “I’d love to come see him if I wasn’t stuck like an idiot in my apartment.” 

The other end of the call was quiet for a moment until Chris asked concernedly, “Are you locked out?” 

“No, I’m locked in,” she corrected, shaking her head in disbelief as she picked up her phone and walked down the long hallway to the kitchen and living room. “My doorknob is jammed and of course none of my neighbors or landlord are home on a Saturday night so I’m stuck.” 

“This could only happen to you,” Chris chuckled, but she barely paid it any mind as she dug around in her junk drawer for the screwdriver she knew – more so hoped – she’d put in here the last time she needed it.

“I thought about trying to climb out the window-”

“Natalie, you live on the second floor and with your luck you’ll fall and break both your legs,” Chris interrupted, almost chastising her. “Scott and I will come and get your door open.” 

She rolled her eyes, knowing they’d likely only do the same things she’d done – sticking a bobby pin, expired credit card, and a variety of other things in between the door and the doorframe. “Oh yeah, because you two are clearly geniuses.” 

“Alright smartass, would you rather be stuck in your apartment?” 

Nat’s lips pursed as she made her way back down the hallway, tossing the phone onto the ground next to her as she lowered herself to the floor. She surveyed the scene in front of her, the bobby pins and broken cards scattered around her. “...See you in a little while,” she relented. 

“That’s what I figured,” he chuckled. His voice was muffled as he said something to Scott before he returned to the call, adding, “We’ll be there soon.”

Knowing they only were driving from Chris’ home in Laurel Canyon, she knew it wouldn’t take them too long to arrive at her San Fernando apartment. Nat stayed in her spot on the Target rug, letting out occasional sounds of frustration as she persisted and just kept fiddling with the broken door knob, hoping she could somehow get it open but made no progress except in aggravating herself even further. 

Eventually, she heard two sets of footsteps pause outside her door. “Hey Nat, we’re here,” Chris called, his voice muffled by the thick wooden door between them. With one last ditch effort, she rattled the door as she stuck a bobby pin near the lock, but she only succeeded by jamming it further. “Have you made any progress?” 

“Well I got a bobby pin stuck in it which only jammed it more,” she sighed, slouching a bit as she stood up and studied the door. 

Chris and Scott were each quiet for a moment, presumably speaking to each other and organizing a plan. After a minute or two, Chris spoke up, informing Nat, “I’m going to try to see if I can get it to open from this side.” 

Nat took a few steps back from her door, making sure it wouldn’t hit her if Chris did succeed in getting it open but she ended up standing there and only saw the door slightly rattle, no matter the amount of grunting and loud slams of what no doubt was Chris’ shoulder as he rammed into it. She just kept sitting there, hoping to shortly see Chris’ face when he broke through the door but found herself still staring at the plain wood. 

After a lengthy amount of time, and no progress being made, Chris announced they were coming around to her window so she went over to pull it open. Once she’d easily popped the screen out of place, Nat poked her head out, the wind running through her thick curls while she rested her forearms on the window sill and waited to see the two men, and within a few minutes Chris and a dirty blonde – who was very obviously his brother – rounded the corner, coming to a rest underneath her window.

Chris had a smirk on his face as he met Nat’s eye from fourteen feet below her, his voice dry as he told her, “I don’t know what the hell you did to that door, Nat, but it’s really jammed.” 

“You’re telling me this like I don’t know?” She shot back, rolling her eyes. It was so laughably typical of Chris to be acting like this, when she was the one who’d been all but doing a work out for the last hour and a half, trying to bust herself out of her own apartment to drive down to his house. “Besides, I didn’t do anything to it! I literally just went to open the door to get a package and it was stuck!”

He rolled his eyes back, but the smirk and look in his eyes betrayed him as he answered, “A likely story.” 

“You’re an asshole, just so you know,” she informed him before she turned her attention to the man next to him. “Also, hi Scott. It’s nice to finally meet you… even if it’s from two floors up.” 

Scott had a shit-eating grin on his face as he laughed, telling Nat, “Just so you know, I like you already.” 

Chris piped up, a smirk as Nat met his eyes and he mentioned, “At least I’m not the only Evans who had a memorable first meeting with Nat.” 

“Okay are you going to help me or just make fun of me?” She finally asked, her hands flying in the air and wincing as one hit the window frame. 

“I was planning on both,” Chris laughed, but his tone turned a little more serious as he called up to Nat, “But I think Scott’s going to lift me up and I’m going to see what I can do from that side.” 

“Hold on, I don’t have pants on yet!” She called, moving away from the window quickly to head to her clean laundry basket on the kitchen counter, digging around for a pair of shorts.

She could practically see the smirk on Chris’ face when he yelled out a joking, “I don’t mind,” making her laugh and shake her head, not knowing just how true his words were. Nat quickly slid her shorts on and wrangled up her messy curls, allowing her to see easier before she poked her head back out of the window. 

Chris and Scott weren’t even looking up at Nat when she returned, instead they were distracted by each other. “Okay, lift me up and I’ll climb in,” Scott finally said, gesturing up to the window she was hanging out of. Nat had to bite back a laugh when Chris looked outright insulted by the instruction, a deep frown on his face. 

“Scott, are you kidding? If I lift you in, you’ll just end up sitting on the couch drinking beer with Nat. You’re going to lift me and I’ll actually get shit done,” he ordered his younger brother, shoving Scott’s shoulder lightly. 

“We’ll see about that,” Scott huffed back, rolling his eyes in exasperation once he and Nat met each other’s eyes. 

Nat just watched the brothers bicker for another minute before Chris finally took off his jacket, leaving him in a tight white tee shirt that had Nat drooling just from seeing those broad shoulders outlined so well. She’d never been blind to his appearance, but she’d definitely been preoccupied during the bulk of their interactions, focusing instead on the sketches in front of her and listening to Chris as he recorded his lines. 

But now the only thing on her mind was her eyes tracing him, her attraction having only been intensified by the sudden proximity as he’d shifted work projects, their relationship having gone from purely work to friends. But what was stirring inside her wasn’t anything she felt just for friends, and that fact seemed to become more and more obvious with each interaction they had. 

Her eyes were glued to him as he put his foot in Scott’s hands, lifting him up and boosting Chris up to where he could grab the windowsill, hoisting himself up and into the window as if it was the easiest exertion he’d ever made.  It was a bit of an ordeal as Chris jammed himself through the open window and ended up tumbling onto the wood floor, causing Nat to burst out laughing, earning a shove to her shoulder when Chris got himself up and walked by her to the problematic door. 

He bounced his shoulder against the door a few times for good measure until Scott called out that he was in the hall just on the other side of the door. The brothers messed around for a bit, with Scott pushing the door with his foot and shoulder as Chris all but tried to yank the doorknob towards himself and Nat. 

Chris’ face was bright red with exasperation when they finally stopped trying to manually force it open, frustration evident in the scowl on his face. He turned to Nat, as he rolled his likely aching shoulders back and asked her, “Do you have any fuckin’ tools here?” 

With a nod, she bit her lip, glancing around the apartment and telling Chris, “I think my dad left some when I moved in but I need to find them.” 

“No wonder you got locked in,” he muttered, a slight chuckle bubbling out of him as she blindly threw a hand towards his chest before she made her way down the hall to look in a closet. 

“Who’s the smartass now?” Nat called over her shoulder, smirking at the sound of his deep sigh.

Nat dug through the back of her closet, finding the bag of tools and brought it out to put on the coffee table. The sound of metal clunking echoed in the apartment when Chris looked through it, finding a hammer which he surveyed for a moment before nodding slightly and headed back to the door. She watched as he dug the back in between the door and the frame while he instructed Scott to push against the other side and after three hard shoves against it, the door finally swung free. 

She let out a sigh of relief, immensely grateful to no longer be stuck inside the apartment hopelessly. Now that she was freed, she finally got the chance to properly meet Scott, the three of them chatting for a minute until she realized she was still left with a broken doorknob and no way to lock her apartment. Nat ran a hand through her hair, silently thinking if she could put the knob back on for the time being but before she could think any farther, Chris piped in telling her, “We’ll go get a new knob and Scott can stay here and watch your apartment.” 

“No, it’s fine, I can stay and I’ll just call Mark or Jamie and see if they can go grab one and swing it by,” She brushed off his offer, but gratefully handed glasses of water to him and Scott. 

But Chris rolled his eyes, his stubborn, hard-headed nature showing as he muttered, “Yeah, like I’d leave you here like this with no way to lock your apartment.” 

Nat was quiet as she considered the offer, her eyes drifting to the hallway before they returned to Chris, biting her lower lip and asking him, “...Do I have to ride in your snobby Tesla?” 

“Damn right,” he chuckled, shooting her a wink before she grabbed her purse. She told Scott he was welcome to anything in her fridge and where the remote for the television was before she and Chris headed out of the apartment and down to the parking lot. 

They drove through the neighborhood as the evening started to grow dark but it wasn’t until Chris was standing in an aisle, surveying door knobs that she realized just how surreal the whole experience was. She wanted to laugh at the thought of telling someone this, that on a Saturday night she was in the middle of Lowe’s while Chris Evans found her a new doorknob for her apartment. 

But she almost couldn’t believe it herself as she watched Chris study the different options, pointing out a few to her. She was thankful for the masks they both were wearing as it prevented him from seeing her practically drool over him.

Working with Chris hadn’t been the first time she’d worked with a famous actor or actress, and he wasn’t the first one she’d enjoyed. But each time it had been just that… a work relationship. They had worked together but when that was over, so was their relationship and she had assumed that Chris would be no exception but the opposite had come true. Now that Chris was onto his next project, they seemed to only get even closer; their text stream constant and long, Tuesday game nights becoming a regular fixture for them both, and Nat had begun to miss his presence whenever and wherever he was absent. 

There was a lighthearted feeling that Chris seemed to always bring with him, making her feel happy but also so safe. The security he brought to her life was something she hadn’t expected, and the feeling of being wanted, that he truly wanted to be around her and actually enjoyed her just for who she was something she hadn’t felt in a long time, instead having been dealing with the deep rejection she felt from her broken engagement over the past year. 

But the worst part of all of it was that she knew she couldn’t have him. She had seen his face on the covers of many websites over the previous years and knew who he had been with in the past, and the thought of being with him was purely laughable to her. Nat knew that she had to push these feelings to the side, and enjoy the growing friendship they had, but take it at just that… friendship and friendship only. 

There was still a chill in the air in the late April evening, making Chris shiver for a moment, his thin tee shirt not doing much to keep him warm. He adjusted the hat on top of his head while he walked through the parking lot, thankful for the mask that was blocking his face and keeping anyone from recognizing him while he headed toward the bar. 

He was full into filming The Gray Man but was thankful that most of the shooting took place during the day for the portion they were in LA, allowing many of his evenings to be filled with the presence of a curly headed animator and this evening was no different. A couple days ago, Nat had filled him in on the plans they had for Mark’s birthday, telling him they rented out a bar so that their friends and co-workers could come out and celebrate but felt a little tinge of victory when she had asked him to come. She hadn’t outright asked him to come with her as her plus one, especially since he knew Mark and was very friendly with him, but he felt like they both knew there was an underlying insinuation that came with the invitation that he happily accepted. 

Chris headed into the bar, his blue eyes scanning the room sparsely filled with people enjoying the Friday night, but quickly stopped when they landed on a familiar frame. Nat was standing near the bar, having must have just come inside since she was pulling off her aviator sunglasses to slide into her purse. He found himself just watching while she animatedly spoke to someone he didn’t recognize while she wiggled her way awkwardly out of her denim jacket, leaving her in a cropped striped shirt and a pair of jeans that Chris noticed hugged her in all the right places. 

He sent a friendly but wary smile at Mark from across the room as he tucked his mask into his back pocket, his eyes moving back to Nat. She clearly was enjoying the conversation with the other man, Chris struggling to place a name to his face as he watched them. Nat pointed a finger across the room, towards the wide open doors to Chris’ left leading to the patio of the bar. She nodded as he whispered something to her, then laughed when he added something else. Chris felt his jaw set as he watched the interaction, that flare of jealousy when he saw the way the man’s hand reached out to rub up and down Nat’s arm for a short moment. 

Chris didn’t expect the intense feeling that seemed to burst inside of him. It wasn’t as if they were together, in fact he hadn’t even made a move on her yet, but seeing someone else being in the position he wanted to be with her, had him staring longer than he should have. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t realized Mark walked up to him until he felt a pat on his shoulder, “Hey, Chris I’m so glad you could make it.” 

He nodded, swallowing as he gathered himself before he replied, “Yeah, me too, man.” 

“I figured it’d be easy to persuade people to come with there’s alcohol involved,” Mark laughed, his hand coming to rest on Chris’ shoulder gently. “Have you got a drink yet?” 

Chris shook his head, forcing himself to tear his eyes off of Nat as she laughed at a joke. “No, not yet,” he admitted with a grimace. 

Mark nodded, looking at Chris carefully. “Can I get you something?” He asked. 

“Oh, no it’s okay, I’ll go get one in a minute,” he assured the other man, but before Mark could step away he asked, “Hey Mark, who is that guy over there with Nat? He looks familiar but I can’t remember his name.” 

“That’s Ryan, he works in character development,” Mark explained, Chris’ eyes trailing on the man – Ryan’s – face and remembering when he and Nat had run into him at the Commissary one day. 

“Are he and Nat like, a thing?” 

Mark was quiet for a few moments, long enough for Chris to shift his gaze over to him. “...You jealous, Evans?” The man asked, a knowing look on his face. 

“More like… curious,” Chris admitted, but even he had to admit it was a weak excuse. 

Mark nodded, his eyes following Chris’ to practically spy on Nat and Ryan. “Well I know Nat and I can already tell you that in about five minutes she’ll be done with that conversation,” Mark sighed, the knowing look remaining as he shook his head. 

“Really? Why do you say that?” 

“He’s a douche, kinda like Shane was. Ryan’s just smooth talking her and she’s going to figure that out in just a minute so just be patient,” Mark explained with a wave of his hand before he took a sip of his drink. 

“Who’s Shane? Have I met him?” 

“God I hope not,” he rushed to say, causing Chris to let out an unexpected laugh. “He’s her ex fiance but they ended things about a year ago. He lives in Europe now and is engaged to someone else.” 

Chris pursed his lips as he listened to Mark’s abbreviated version of things. “Sounds like a dick,” he finally surmised, shrugging as Mark looked at him in slight surprise. 

“He was,” Mark agreed with a chuckle. “But so is Ryan so like I said, give it about five minutes and she’ll be looking for a way to get away from him.”

Chris just nodded before he wished Mark a happy birthday before going to get a beer for himself, chatting with a few people while quietly lingering near Nat. He kept glancing over at her, seeing her and Ryan’s bodies getting closer together each time he looked. Chris couldn’t help but internally curse himself out for not making a move on her sooner, momentarily hating the logical side of his brain that had told him to take it slow. 

But it only took another few minutes for Mark’s words to come to fruition, Nat slowly backing away from him as they kept talking. Chris wasn’t close enough to hear what they were saying but could see from their body language that although Ryan wanted to keep the conversation going from the way his body was following her and how he kept reaching out to touch her but Nat’s feelings were becoming obvious with how she kept recoiling and wrapped her arms around her body loosely in a self-protective manner. 

He was thankful he had kept his eyes on her, allowing him to see her looking around the room, trying to see a way to exit the conversation but when he saw her anxious eyes land on his, he could see the pleading look in them. Chris quickly excused himself from the few people he had been standing with and briskly walked over to where Nat was standing against the bar, putting his hand on her back when he finally stood next to her. 

Her hip was leaning against the bar and she was running a hand through her curls when she nearly jumped at his touch, but soon settled when she saw it was him. “Hi Chris, I didn’t even see you come in,” she greeted, her tone a little too even and plain for Nat. 

“I slipped in just a few minutes ago,” he informed her, smiling a bit to make her feel more comfortable and at ease. Once she’d nodded, relaxing a bit, he added,  “It’s been too long since I’ve seen you.” 

She froze, her head tilting as she thought over his words. “It’s been two days,” she reminded him with a small laugh. 

“Which is too long,” he told her, his hand shifting around to squeeze her hip before he stuck out his hand and turned his attention to the man across from them, who was befuddled at the interaction. “I don’t think I’ve had the chance to meet you yet.” 

“We met one time, just for a minute, but I’m Ryan,” he greeted, jerkily shaking his hand. 

“Hi Ryan, I’m Chris,” Chris cooly replied, his tone a little too friendly, and by the way Nat tensed a bit against him, he knew she recognized it as well. “Nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you too.” 

He nodded at Ryan, then turned his attention back to the brunette standing next to him. “Nat, are you feeling alright? You look like you could use some fresh air,” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. 

But Ryan interjected before Nat could even begin to answer, his voice practically grating Chris. “Or maybe you just need another drink. I can go get you one,” he unhelpfully offered, clearly not knowing where he wasn’t welcomed. 

“No thanks,” Nat kindly rejected, her cool demeanor slipping before she sheepishly admitted, “But I could use some air, I think it’s just stuffy in here.” 

Chris’ heart felt like it was aching when he looked at Nat and the way she seemed even smaller than normal, her arms wrapped around herself protectively as she leaned into the wood bar, trying to shrink away from her co-worker. The normal confidence that Nat carried with her was seemingly gone, replaced with her frazzled demeanor at the situation. He wrapped his thick arm around her shoulder, pulling her against his side and felt his heart flutter when he could feel Nat’s body relax against his before they walked out to the empty patio. 

She took a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling as she nearly shuddered with the action. But she remained quiet as they reached a safe distance from the small get-together inside, and before long he cautiously asked, “Hey, are you okay?” 

“Yeah I’m fine,” she brushed him off, avoiding his eyes. 

“I’m serious, Nat. You can tell me,” he encouraged, but treaded carefully. Nat definitely hadn’t needed saving, but Ryan clearly wasn’t the type who’d go without a fight. And while Nat was more than capable of doing so, he couldn’t have stood by and watched her struggle to shake him off all night long, and he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he refrained from stepping in and caused her further discomfort. 

But she shook her head again, then hesitated a bit before she rambled, “I’m really okay, I just started feeling really uncomfortable. I don’t know why, he didn’t even do anything but-” 

“No, you don’t need to justify it. If he made you uncomfortable, that’s the end of it,” Chris shrugged, and that truly was it. There was no further explanation or reasoning required, she needed an out and got it. 

Nat was quiet as she stared at her heels, a deep frown on her lips as she was in deep thought. “Thanks for helping me,” she finally told him, slowly meeting his eyes. 

He gave her a sheepish half-smile at her words as he shrugged, admitting, “You don’t need to thank me, I know you had it under control but I enjoy kicking a douchebag to the curb when I can.” 

“Really? Because if it’s douchebags that get kicked to the curb, why haven’t I kicked you to the curb yet?” 

He let out a sharp laugh, his nose scrunching as he grinned at her. “Well there’s no accounting for taste,” he shot back with a shrug. 

“Yeah that mustache you have is a great example of it,” she retorted, smirking widely as his Nat came back, making an appearance for the first time that evening. “You seriously should have kept your mask on, then maybe you could have landed a girl here tonight.” 

“I’m pretty sure I’m too busy coming to your rescue,” he shrugged, pursing his lips and suppressing a grin at her loud laughter. 

Once she’d calmed down, she pointed a finger – and leaned in against his firm arm – and told him, “Well I’m going to be too busy outdrinking you.” 

“Outdrinking a guy from Boston? Yeah I don’t think so. Besides, you’re like…” he paused, holding a hand up to his shoulder, “this big.” 

But his teasing of her didn’t get a verbal response, only resulting in Nat practically dragging him toward the bar where they each got a drink which is where they stayed. It was over an hour later and they still hadn’t taken their eyes off of each other, a few empty glasses in front of them, and were both facing one another on their barstools, knees resting against each other while they animatedly talked. 

He didn’t even know how long it had been since his hand had moved over to rest on her back, dropping down lower and lower until it had come to rest right above her jeans and thanks to her cropped tee shirt and how she was leaning, he felt her soft warm skin underneath his touch. Chris’ thumb was rubbing slow circles against her bare skin while Nat loudly laughed at one of his jokes, her hand resting on his toned thigh as she leaned in toward him, wanting nothing more than to be close to him. 

Nat pushed her empty glass to the side as she finished her mojito with a sigh, shaking her head as the bartender silently offered another round. “I’ve got to hand it to you, you can certainly hold your drinks,” Chris smirked, his chin resting on his hand as he studied her, unable to hide the blatantly longing looks. 

She chuckled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she confessed, “It’s not my first go round.” 

“I can see that,” Chris laughed, his thumb moving back and forth over the bare small of her back. He moved his chin off of his right hand, reaching to take the last sip from his beer before he admitted to her, “I have to say, I barely recognized you when I came in. I was looking for those crazy curls.” 

“Every once in a while I can manage to actually tame them,” Nat rolled her eyes just as her hand landed on his denim-covered thigh again, just resting there as she smirked and winked at him. 

“Well I like it when you let them loose,” he shrugged, looking at her through his long eyelashes, his fingers tapping against her bare skin rhythmically. “It’s very sexy.” 

Nat raised a single eyebrow at him and Chris worried he went a little too far, but before he could work himself up, she retorted, “Sexy? Unlike that mustache of yours.” 

He laughed to himself, adjusting himself on the stool so that his legs caged hers, and began rubbing her back again. “Really because I feel like you’re kind of into it…” He trailed off and raised an eyebrow, smirking at her as she took a bite from the giant soft pretzel resting between them on a plate. 

“No way. The beard, yes. Mustache, no,” she mumbled, laughing along with him before she gratefully took a sip of the water that the bartender dropped off for them. 

“I’ll make a mental note of that,” he nodded, unable to take his eyes off of her for even a millisecond. His right hand moved to run over his face as he tried to get a grip of himself, but he was too far gone by now. He was so utterly fucked, and he knew likely everyone could tell, but he was starting to not care about anything or anyone besides that brunette in front of him, who was dabbing bits of caramel sauce from her shirt. 

Neither of them were even aware how much the party had died down until Jamie came over to interrupt them, asking for help in cleaning up. It almost felt painful for Chris to pull his hands off of her as they pushed themselves off the stools to help pick up from the party while the small group of people still lingered. He was busy stacking up a few glasses when Nat came over to him while pulling on her denim jacket, telling Chris, “I called an Uber so I’m headed out to wait for it.” 

His face fell and he froze for a second, but reached for his own jacket – long since strewn over an empty table – and told her, “Let me say bye to Mark and Jamie and I’ll come wait with you.” 

They made their way to the middle of the room, where Mark, Nick – his semi-new boyfriend,  Jamie, and Lauren were. After saying goodnight to each other and wishing Mark a happy birthday for the last time, Nat and Chris made their way back outside and into the night together.

“Well you certainly surprised me tonight,” Chris began quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets as they walked. “I would have pegged you for a lightweight.” 

Nat smirked, and the way her eyes twinkled rivaled the stars in the sky. “We Hungarian women are tough,” she told him, biting her lower lip. 

He looked at her in disbelief, almost incredulous as he asked, “Tough? Because I seem to remember you crying when I showed you that video of Dodger trying to play with a squirrel the other day.” He smiled as she laughed sheepishly, taking the chance to gently slide his hand out of his pocket and wrap his arm around her hip, landing his hand on the small of her back. But it only stayed momentarily as she reached for his hand and wound it fully around her waist, leaning into his side as he held onto her bare skin.  

Without missing a beat, she countered, “Okay, Mr. `I cry at a song.’” 

“Hey I’m sensitive and I own it,” he held his other hand up, enjoying the welcome weight of her against him as they made their way to the edge of the parking lot, just as she fished her phone out of her pocket to check on her Uber. He relished her not stepping out of his arms, instead huddling against him as the chilly night hit them. “I just didn’t expect to meet someone even more soft and sensitive than me.” 

Nat didn’t even look up from her phone, instead snorting as she sent the driver a message, telling them where she was waiting. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m a stone cold bitch,” she informed him with a shrug. 

“I think you’re a fuckin’ liar,” he whispered in her ear, smirking to himself when he felt her freeze next to him.  “Besides, I think you being sensitive is sexy as hell.” 

As he slowly pulled away from her ear, Chris let his face linger near hers. He felt his whole body feel warm with his arm around her, holding Nat close against him but it wasn’t just the heat of her body that was making him warm. Chris just stayed right where he was, staring into her eyes as he looked for hints of her response but got an answer loud and clear when she stood up taller and pressed her lips firmly against his. 

It didn’t take him more than a second to respond, kissing her right back in the dark evening. He wound his left arm around her waist, pulling her even closer to him as her arms moved to loop around his neck, a hand moving into his hair. It had been a long time since he’d – and he hated to admit this – was genuinely this excited about being with someone in this way, the anticipation almost as good as the actual release. 

But Nat had made him feel that way since the very first day, in that tiny conference room in Burbank, one he’d always remember. He’d been hoping this was where their paths would lead them, but he almost wanted to pinch himself to make sure this wasn’t some fucked up dream he was having. 

The sudden honk of a car horn from the surrounding traffic pulled them apart much sooner than he’d wanted and he hoped Nat’s frown showed she felt the same, but he still couldn’t bring himself to move his arms away from her. They were quiet – giddy, but quiet – as they stood there, practically holding each other until he tapped his fingers against the bare skin of her back and asked, “So… am I going to see you this weekend?” 

Nat bit her lip, almost suppressing the grin that was threatening to split her lips as she told him, “I sure hope so.” 

He leaned down, pressing his lips to her forehead again before a car pulled up along the curb, pausing just as Nat���s phone buzzed against her leg, signaling it was hers. “Your Uber is here,” he murmured, begrudgingly pulling his arms away. “Text me when you get home so I know you got there safe, okay?” 

“I will,” she promised, not stepping out of his space quite yet. She looked at the car, almost regretfully, before she confirmed for one last time, “So I’ll see you this weekend.” 

“You can count on it,” he assured her, matching grins on their faces. 

Before she could step too far from him, he wrapped his arms around her one last time for a hug, squeezing her tightly. Then, just as impulsively, he pulled away from her, walking her to the Uber and willing himself to not give in, to play it smart. 

But the struggle was worth it when he shut the door to her Uber, despite the slightly pained look on Nat’s face. And as he watched the Uber head towards the 405, he knew in his heart that whatever was going to happen tomorrow…. It’d be worth this and more. Because she was the best damn thing to happen to him in a long time, and he’d be stupid to let it through his fingers when it’d just barely begun. 

A/N: We LOVE this chapter and cannot wait to hear your thoughts! As a quick disclaimer, we know that all the COVID restrictions and things like that aren’t 100% realistic but are changing a few things for the sake of the story! We’ll see you guys on MONDAY with part one of chapter five!

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Pls pls pls do more pregnant!honey ❤️❤️

"Okay," you groan, laughing slightly as you try and adjust, pinned in place by your swelling stomach and Dick's head resting on it, "You can't both be pushing on my bladder."

Dick Chuckled and lifted his head up, letting you adjust a little before carefully laying his head back down, moving his arms to bracket your hips and support most of his weight- belatedly realizing that even if you didn't mind him cuddling your belly, it probably wasn't always very comfortable to have him sprawling out on you. "Better?" he asked, nuzzling the stomach he was laying on.

"A little- Still have to pee now." You groan and struggle to sit up, "Help-"

Dick snorted but was up and moving before you even had time to realize you needed help, pulling you to your feet carefully. Hands coming to your waist to make sure you were steady on your feet in a couple fluid motions before he stole a kiss. "You hungry, babe?" he asked your retreating back frowning slightly when he checked the clock. "It was getting a little late.

The only answer was the bathroom door shutting and he snorted, "Priorities."

When you returned, stretching your back and yawning, Dick smiled softly, "Tired?"

"Mostly. A little sore," you hum, letting him help you back onto the couch.

"Hungry?" he asked. "You didn't eat much-"

"I think I ate about half my body weight in chips and guac," you snort, "We're fine."

"That's not a meal," he scolded, without any real heat as he sat down next to you, pulling you into his arms for a cuddle.

"And that was before there were tacos," you snort.

"You're gonna turn into a taco," Dick chuckled, kissing the side of your head.

"Or a bag of caramel corn-"

"Or that," he agreed, resting a hand on your stomach and making a mental note to check and make sure there was caramel corn in the pantry for you before he left for the auction tomorrow.

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1-30. unless ur a coward

SCREAM LEXI THIS IS SO CHAOTIC <33 so of course i had to do it

chipotle order?

I'm the bane of all burrito bar workers because i get sooo many things 😭i get a burrito with: white rice, barbacoa usually but sometimes i mix it up, black beans, corn, sour cream, cheese, lettuce, sometimes i get mild salsa, guac if i have the dollars! and i usually get chips n guac on the side

2. thoughts on veganism?

you do you but i could never because i love dairy and eggs too much. i also have a crazy metabolism and meat alternatives don't always sate my Hunger (but i do LOVE tofu esp when it's cooked well <33)

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

i legit couldn't think of any <33 i suppose like. really bright neons?? but they just hurt my eyes and they're also cool in certain contexts

4. mythical creature you think/believe is real?

aliens i guess?? i want nessie to be real she is my friend <33

5. favorite form of potato?

TATER TOTS!!!

6. do you use a watch?

yes!! i have one of those cheap timex expedition watches because i can't read analog very quickly 😔

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

answered here!

8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

nope! i lounge in my jeans because i'm evil

9. do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

sort of i guess?? i wash my face and put spf moisturizer on every morning

10. on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

ginger ale baybee!! or water sometimes because i'm a cool guy

11. anything from your childhood you've held on to?

lots of stuff!! books, stuffies, clothes (legit almost all of my winter gear is stuff i've had since elementary school). i love Objects <3

12. brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

uhh i'm not really a Brand Guy. but i like neutrogena for skin stuff. and cerave cause all my moisturizers are from them

13. first thing you're doing in the purge?

is the purge the one where laws don't exist?? i forgor. probably go hide in ikea i guess??

14. do you think you're dehydrated?

not at all i am obsessed with water

15. rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

yikes! freezing/drowning/burning i Guess

16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

YUM

17. an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

i don't even know...i guess? stick to my bedtime routine?? because if i don't i'm always scared i won't fall asleep??

18. your boba/tea order?

answered here!

19. the veggie you dislike the most?

hmm this is a good question. probably tomatoes (FIGHT me they're used as veggies in cooking) (sorry tomato lovers they simply make me feel sick in my heart. but i like them in sauce)

20. favorite disney princess movie?

mulan <33 but i also love moana and tangled

21. a number that weirds you out?

none of them all numbers are the same to me. except the funny ones

22. do you have an emotional support water bottle?

YES i've had the same water bottle since i was 16. yes i know that's gross but shh i love her i've replaced her cap like. 5 times.

23. do you wear jewelry?

i have 2 permanently attached friendship anklets! i need to repair my friendship bracelets they both had threads snap 😭

24. which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

uhh american i suppose. but also when i'm writing i accidentally spell things british style and google docs yells at me

25. would you say you have good taste in music?

yes <3 it is my job

26. how's your spice tolerance?

all right. i can handle like medium spice just fine <3 it's impressive for a midwesterner but i also didn't grow up here so it's just regular

27. what's your favorite or go-to outfit?

jeans. t-shirt. fun sweater. boots. i am a simple man (autistic)

28. last meal on earth?

BIG bowl of fried rice from a nice restaurant. fancy blue cheese. bubble tea. i can't think of a dessert but something delicious and chocolatey

29. preferred pasta noodle?

corkscrews <33 idk what they're actually called

30. ask me anything !

lexi i love you <33 this was so chaotic and also really fun to think about all of these

#tam answers #the thing about my burrito order is it's hypothetically like. what they're probably prepared to make #but i learned at my college burrito bar that if you're at all inexperienced at rolling burritos that the Tam Burrito will destroy you #sorry to all the freshmen i tortured over the years #no other commentary to provide. this was unhinged and also it's lucky lexi sent this on my day off <33