#lucas scott fluff | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

theaawalker · 1 year ago

Text

Sparks & Sprinkles [Kim P. + Ramona F.]

Pairing: Kim Pines + Ramona Flowers (fluff) Song Inspo: SugarCrash! by ElyOtto Word Count: 1,126 Summary: Kim Pine and Ramona Flowers have a girl's day out: defeating ninjas, eating frozen yogurt, and not talking about Scott Pilgrim. Warnings: violence, use of "slut", mentions of cigarettes Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly)

Sometimes Kim Pine wonders why she even gets out of bed in the morning. She hates her roommate, Hollie (cheating slut), she has the lamest job in the world (yes,sir, we keep those sorts of DVDs in the back, behind the Transformers display), and the one decent thing in her world, playing drums in the band (We are Sex-Bomb-omb!) has ground to an amazing halt because they are "recording."

She just wants to spend a little time with her best friend's surprisingly cool ex-girlfriend Ramona Flowers (soon-to-be-not-ex if he can pull up his pants and woman up) before they have to meet up with Scott later. A day at the yogurt shop sounded just right. Just Kim & Ramona.

Of course, a gang of ninjas wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

Really, jeez, she thinks as she twirls a drumstick around her finger and pokes one of the ninjas in the eye (ZING!), while punching another with a gloved fist (THUNK!) -- is it too much to wish for a bonus level every once in a while, instead of always having to fight toward the big boss at the end?

Ramona obviously feels the same way. Her hair flies back as she scissor-kicks her opponent with a booted foot.

(KPOW!)

"All!" She spins and slices at another in the throat.

(HURK!)

"I!" She cartwheels over to snag a tray.

(WHIRL!)

"Want!" She smacks a girl ninja full-face.

(SLAM!)

"Is!" The girl stumbles back to crash into one of the red plastic tables.

(CRUNCH!)

"A frozen yogurt!"

Kim elbows the last one in the mouth, and he crumples. The ninjas flash like seizure-inducing strobe lights and then disappear. A shower of prize coins hits the table where they left their winter coats. There is a smattering of applause from the other patrons, and then they all go back to their desserts.

Just another day in Kim Pine's Annoying Little Life.

Ramona swipes a hand across her sweaty brow and nonchalantly brushes herself off. Then she walks over to their table and picks up one of the glittering coins. "You want this?" she asks Kim. "I just got paid, so..."

"Yeah, okay." Kim slides the coins off into her hand and then into her pocket. (KACHING! Kim Pine gets $15.79 and 10 exp. points!) No need to go advertising it, but she could use a little extra. Kim jerks her head toward the register. "I'll go get the yogurts. What do you want?"

"They got anything tequila-flavored?" Ramona drawls.

Kim barks a laugh. "You should put in a comment card."

"Then whatever. You choose for me."

"Vanilla, no toppings," Kim says, deadpan. "Don't want the gummy bears to clash with your hair."

Ramona smiles, twirling one pink-dyed lock between her fingers. She gets Kim's sense of humor, unlike Hollie (two-faced slut). "Nice." Ramona says, feigning a lack of sarcasm. "And so thoughtful."

Matching Ramona's sincerity with a bright little nod, Kim slides up to the counter. "One small white chocolate with chocolate chips, and one small vanilla..." She steals a glance at Ramona, who is staring blankly out the yogurt shop window. It's funny. Even with her bright pink hair, Ramona almost seems to fade into the crowd with some unspoken sadness. "...with strawberries."

"Got it." The guy at the register types in the order and then looks pointedly over at the overturned tables to the left.

"What." She gives him a glare. No one picks up at No-Account Video when there's a brawl in the family section except her.

He backs down and shrugs. "Two yogurts, coming right up."

Kim turns her back and doesn't bother to watch him make them. She plays it cool, waiting until he's got the little cup under the noisy yogurt-spewing machine to say, "And don't even think of spitting in them." She doesn't even ruin the effect by turning around again to catch his bewildered, guilty look.

Instead, she watches Ramona.

She's mysterious (Kim likes that), cool under pressure (Kim would give her prize Zildjian to be as cool as Ramona) and fun. Kim doesn't know if it's just the way New Yorkers act, but Kim really enjoys her touch of American badassness in this way-too-Canadian city.

When the yogurts are done, she brings them to the table and sits. Ramona takes her spoon without comment on the strawberries, and digs in, still lost in her own thoughts.

Kim wants to get Ramona out of this sudden funk, but she can't come up with a decent topic of conversation. "Um..." she starts, wincing inwardly. "You... make any interesting deliveries lately?" Then she winces outwardly.

"Huh?" Ramona says, coming out of her daze. "Interesting deliveries? Oh... no, nothing really."

"Still, it's gotta be more interesting than working in a video store." Kim exaggerates a yawn, her plastic spoon hanging from her mouth.

"All right..." Ramona leans forward. "Last month... I almost lit one of my packages on fire with a cigarette."

Kim almost chokes on her spoon. "HAHAHA! How?"

"Guess I shouldn't try to make deliveries the morning after one of Julie's stupid theme parties." She takes another bite of her yogurt. "Too hungover to do two things at once."

"Oh, man, I wish I'd been there to see it...!"

As she's laughing, she sees another freakin' ninja sneak in the side door out of sight of Ramona. Kim prepares to jump up and take him down, but Ramona's hand slips quietly into her purse, and withdraws her giant mallet from the subspace pocket.

With a whirling leap, she smashes the mallet down (THOOM!), just missing the ninja. He jumps over the top of the weapon, sailing above their heads. Kim tries to tackle him to the floor, but Ramona's mallet doubles back and hits the ninja's spine with a satisfying CRACK! He explodes into multi-colored coruscating fireworks.

(LEVEL COMPLETED, 500 bonus points!)

Ramona calmly stuffs the mallet back in her purse. "I almost didn't get that one."

"C'mon," Kim says, completely serious. "You're Ramona Flowers."

The corner of Ramona's mouth turns up. "Guess so."

"Hey, you wanna get some coffee?" Kim asks, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Sure," Ramona says, blowing at a curling strand of pink in her face. "I think we've reached our ninja quotient for the day."

They push their way out of the yogurt shop into the biting winter wind. Kim smiles as the cold starts to numb her ears. Maybe Scott will forget all about this stupid meeting she's secretly bringing Ramona to (he doesn't deserve Ramona, anyway).

She wouldn't mind at all.

• ♧ • ♧ • ♧ • ♧ • ♧ • ♧ • ♧ • ♧ • ♧ • ♧ •

Check out my upcoming high-fantasy series

If you enjoyed this imagine :

follow me 🫂 like 👍 comment 🗨 repost 🔄

If you have an imagine request :

ask❓️AND tip 🪙

43 notes · View notes

patelgravesyaoi · 3 months ago

Text

Reverse Bunny

Vampire!Matthew Patel x gen!neutral reader

cw: mention of blood during sex, neck biting, stripper matthew, eventual smut

a/n: Hi! This was made on the 18th of October, but I never published it here. There are actually a few I haven't posted on here, its all on ao3~ I hope you guys like this! I should also add that this fic is based on Matthew Patel fanart made by Existenc3_ on Twitter. Just click on his name! (Warning though, their profile has NSFW and the fanart this fic is based off of is suggestive! So be careful opening it if you're in public :P)

Matthew has been staying with you for a few months now. Having him around has been relatively smooth, but it would be even better if he contributed to the bills. You might assume that since he doesn’t munch on your groceries, your expenses would be low. However, that’s not the case. Occasionally, he’ll whip up a meal for you when you come home late, which is a nice gesture, but the flavors are always a bit off. He tends to mix a hodgepodge of ingredients and label it dinner. So wasteful!

He has absolutely no clue when it comes to cooking. This one time he attempted to impress you with a bird he had caught the night before, feathers and all. He only tossed it in the microwave for a few minutes and sprinkled some salt and pepper on top. You nearly lost your appetite that day. The moment you walked in, he eagerly thrust the plate at you, beaming with the biggest smile, complete with a haphazard heart made of ketchup on the side. He was so proud of his culinary "creation."

You wanted to pass away that day.

Sometimes, you can't help but see him as a bit of a leech. He drains your electricity while binge-watching countless shows, taking marathon-length showers, and tinkering with your gadgets just for fun. Seriously, how many shows can one person possibly watch in a single day? When that electricity bill arrived, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. That's when you figured it was time to help him find a job.

When you share your idea with him, he starts to complain, expressing how much he hates being apart from you while he clings to your side. You roll your eyes and tease him, promising a “reward” if he can actually find and maintain a job. Instantly, his attitude shifts, and he becomes determined to secure employment.

Initially, he landed a position as a cashier. Sounds straightforward, right? For most people, it would be, but for Matthew, this was merely the starting point. After securing the job, he was doing well for a few hours… until he was ultimately let go.

What happened? He managed to swipe $200 from the cash register he was responsible for and even tried to drink the blood of one of his coworkers. Understandably, his manager and colleagues were not pleased. His justification? “It’s reckless to leave all this money here; someone could easily take it. Like me.” As for the blood… he didn’t actually have any; he just felt like it.

Okay…alright! He was probably going to get fired at some point anyways, maybe a cashier wasn’t the best job for him. So, he switched gears and took on a role as a waiter. This seemed like a more straightforward gig—just serve food with that winning smile of his. And of course, he wouldn’t be tempted to eat any of it because, well, you know the reason. Surely, this job would suit him perfectly, right?

Looks like things didn’t change much. This gig lasted him a few days longer than the last, but he still ended up getting fired. The funny part? It wasn’t entirely his fault this time… or was it? The constant aroma of fancy dishes made him nauseous, and he ended up throwing up on a customer. It’s kind of hilarious that gourmet food made him sick, but he could handle the weird spice combos he throws together in his “cooking.” Oh and, you should add that he also tried to drink the blood of another co-worker of his. Thanks Matthew, very cool! His excuse this time was “ ..what? Have you smelt their foods? So…revolting!” It was in fact NOT revolting. As for the blood sucking…again, he just felt like it.

Right..well…he wasn’t the WORST waiter but he sure as hell wasn’t the best one. Maybe he just needs a job that requires less interaction with strangers…ah, that’s it! A food delivery driver! That’s perfect for him! He rarely needs to talk to people in this one, all he needs to do is drop of their food and let the customers know on the app that its there. Finally, he has a good job!

Is what you thought.

Right after, and you’re talking literal minutes after he was accepted for the job he was fired. Why? Well, he casually mentioned to his boss that he didn’t have a driver’s license. He can’t drive…that’s right..how the hell did you forget he can’t drive? His manager, not knowing that he was a vampire, fired him. To him, he didn’t need a license. He can literally fly AND turn into a bat, the hell does he need that for? Matthew was not amused by this oversight, so he took matters into his own hands… and let’s just say his manager ended up as a snack. Guess he finally took care of that craving.

When you two got home after the third job you plopped onto the couch, you collapsed onto the couch, burying your face in your hands with a groan. Three jobs, and not a single paycheck to show for it. He trailed in after you, shutting the door with a curious glance. “Dude…how are you so bad at every job you do?”

He lets out a theatrical gasp, clutching his chest. “What? Bad!? It’s more like you humans have the most complicated jobs.” He chuckles derisively. “Honestly…how do you manage to get by without the power to soar through the skies or transform into a bat? You really have it rough.” You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his remark.

“Complicated? Those were complicated to you?” you pressed further. He started to stammer, his face flushing with embarrassment as he grasped the implications of his words. “Did…did I really say complicated? I meant r-ridiculous! Stupid!...that’s what I meant.” You let out a frustrated sigh, rising to your feet and dismissing him with a wave. “Ugh…just forget it. Can you please go easy on the TV and the food, alright?” He fell silent, nodding obediently.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

Matthew POV

With that, Matthew watched you as you left the living room and headed off into your bedroom. You looked so exhausted, so disappointed…in him, specifically. And he hated it. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint you! He felt so bad…he’ll make it up to you, he swears. At first, he considered going down on you as an apology for going through three jobs but getting a job by himself would probably make you happier.

He'll definitely still go down on you later.

He lingered in the dim light of the room, watching as your breathing deepened and your eyelids fluttered shut. Once he was certain you were sound asleep, he slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb you. The night air greeted him as he stepped outside, the quiet streets of the town stretching before him like a blank canvas.

As he wandered through the shadows, his gaze fell upon a series of ‘Help Wanted!’ signs plastered haphazardly on the lampposts. Each one caught his attention, and he paused to read them, his mind racing with possibilities. A fast food cook? He chuckled softly to himself, recalling your playful critiques of his culinary skills. No, that wouldn’t do.

Next, he spotted a listing for a medical assistant. It sounded intriguing, but the thought of dealing with blood made his stomach growl. He could already envision the chaos that would ensue if he were faced with a needle. And then there was the blood donor sign—definitely not a job he was willing to consider. If anyone was going to be giving blood tonight, it certainly wouldn’t be him.

Ugh!..why was this so difficult? None of these jobs were good. Why can’t a fitting job opportunity just hit him in the fa— “Ah-!” he exclaimed, pulling the paper away with an exasperated sigh. Speak of the devil. “Huh?..what is this..?”

“ 𝓡𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓮!~ 🐇🥕

🍒𝓒 𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓳𝓸𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓷! 💋

*𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓜𝓐𝓛𝓔 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼*

ᐢ. ₓ .ᐢ ”

Matthew rolled his eyes, a deep crimson creeping across his cheeks. “What is this nonsense? A gig for creeps? Do I look like some kind of cheap floozy?” he exclaimed, though his curiosity got the better of him as he continued to scan the flyer. His gaze landed on the address—wait, it was just around the corner. “But… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to take a look… hmm.” With a mix of trepidation and intrigue, he set off toward the adult job’s location, a thrill of anticipation coursing through him.

This will be interesting.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

*BACK TO YOUR POV*

Weeks had slipped by since the chaotic job debacle, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Your electricity bills had taken a nosedive, and to your surprise, Matthew had stopped his usual antics of messing with your food. In fact, he seemed to be contributing to the household expenses, which raised a few eyebrows. How was he managing that? After all, he had been fired from three different jobs in quick succession. What kind of work could he possibly be doing now? And every time he handed you a share of the money, it was always in cash—sometimes even sticky. Gross..

The absence of Matthew during the late hours has not gone unnoticed. Each night, as the clock strikes midnight, he just seems to vanish into thin air. You’ve caught glimpses of him slipping out of bed, careful not to disturb your sleep, before he quietly makes his way to the front door. It’s unusual for him to leave without a word or an attempt to coax you along. This behavior raises a red flag in your mind. What could he possibly be up to? Is he involved in some sort of criminal activity? The thought of him robbing people or breaking into banks feels far-fetched, especially considering how he struggled to handle you when you two first met.

You attempted to bring it up with him, but he just twisted the truth, insisting you were imagining things. He’s such a terrible liar. If he’s not gonna tell you, you’ll have to figure it out yourself.

The following night, you feigned sleep, biding your time for Matthew to quietly leave the bed and head off to his unknown destination. The moment he was gone, you sprang out of bed, threw on a random jacket from your closet, and snatched your keys from the counter. Stepping outside cautiously, you scanned the area for any sign of him and caught a glimpse of him darting to your left. Without hesitation, you hopped into your car and started to trail him. Where could he possibly be headed?

As you trailed him for what felt like an eternity, about 10 to 15 minutes, he finally came to a halt, standing before a building that made your head tilt in confusion….is that a strip club? The neon lights flickered enticingly, casting a colorful glow on the pavement. Before you could even gather your thoughts and step out of the car, Matthew slipped inside, leaving you to grapple with your curiosity.

You glanced at the sign above the entrance: “𝓡𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓮.” Your mind raced with possibilities. Surely, he must be working as a waiter or maybe a bartender. But then again, he did so badly as a waiter the first time, what’s so different here? Well, time to find out now.

You hesitantly walk inside, and as soon as you did your eyes were immediately blinded by the bright neon lights that shinned through the window of the closed two doors. They were so bright you didn’t even notice the body guard standing beside it.

“Identification?” His voice cut through the air, causing you to startle slightly. “Oh? Right, my bad.” You fumble in your pocket, retrieving your ID with a sense of relief that you always carry it. He takes a moment to examine it before returning it to you, then he pushes the doors open with a smooth motion.

Here we go.

As you stepped inside, your eyes gradually acclimated to the dazzling brightness that enveloped the room. You had anticipated a scene filled with female strippers, waitresses bustling about, and male bartenders mixing drinks. However, what awaited you was a shock—

“Hello gorgeous!~”

You glance to your left, and your heart skips a beat.…is that Lucas Lee? Oh my. What on earth is he wearing? It looks like a bunny suit, but it’s all turned around. Instead of the usual design that leaves the midsection covered, this one covers everything but his chest down to his lower stomach, complete with a collar and a tie that gives off a bizarrely formal vibe. To add to the absurdity, he’s sporting a pair of fluffy bunny ears perched atop his head. And those… well, boobs of his, were massive.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Um… hi there… Lucas, isn’t it?” Your voice trembled slightly, your gaze fixated on his chest, were you even talking to him or his boobs at this point. Lucas let out a soft laugh. “That’s me! Come on, I’ll show you to a table. We’ve got loads of them available. You won’t want to miss our top dancer’s performance.” You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as he led you deeper into the vibrant club.

As you strolled through the bustling venue, your eyes began to wander, taking in the vibrant atmosphere around you. It struck you how every waiter you encountered was male, while the females were bartenders, funnily enough they were wearing regular suits, a curious detail that lingered in your mind. One pretty bartender in particular had short pink and blue hair while another had short red hair. Not bad.

Then, amidst the crowd, familiar faces emerged, sending a jolt of surprise through you There was Todd Ingram, the bassist from ‘The Clash at Demonhead,’ serving tables with an air of nonchalance., Wallace Wells flirting with a dancer, some…twins..? and….was that fucking Gideon Graves?

Lucas guided you to a table positioned perfectly next to the stage, the vibrant energy of the room swirling around you. To your left, a lively group of women filled the air with laughter and cheers, clearly in the midst of a bachelorette celebration; one of them, adorned in a white sash, was the center of attention. On your right, however, sat a solitary boy, his presence almost a stark contrast to the festivities. With tousled light brown hair and dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, he seemed lost in his own world, as if he had wandered into the wrong scene entirely.

“Hey.” He speaks, drawing your attention. “Yeah?”

“Does your friend work here too?” …. Huh?...how the fuck? You stare at him for a moment. “I… um, yes? I think? I’m just now finding out about this.” He gives a knowing nod. “I thought so. You seemed a bit lost. And honestly, it looks like you just rolled out of bed.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you realize your disheveled appearance. “Oh, right… that’s because I actually did.” He lets out a soft laugh, a warm glimmer in his eyes. “Don’t worry, me too.” Extending his hand, he introduces himself. “I’m Neil..or…well my friends call me Young Neil.” You nod, then proceeded to give him your name too.

“(your name) huh? I like that.” A soft smile graced your lips as you caught his eye, but your attention quickly shifted to the lights beginning to fade, the stage’s illumination growing more pronounced. Ah, the show was about to begin. You would leave to find Matthew, assuming he’s working somewhere around here but you’re curious to see who was coming to dance. Probably Scott, yeah?

The moment your thoughts began to swirl with possibilities, the sound of footsteps echoed from the stage ahead. Straining your eyes through the thick fog, you caught sight of a shape that stirred a sense of recognition within you. But the haze obscured the details, leaving you puzzled. The figure advanced, step by step, until—! Hold on…is that fucking—…?!

Holy fucking shit, it was Matthew.

He donned the same uniform as his fellow workers, a quirky reverse bunny suit that hugged his form, complete with a crisp collar, a neatly tied bow, and those playful bunny ears perched atop his head. But what truly set him apart was the way he approached, balancing a bottle of what appeared to be exquisite wine on a gleaming silver platter, a sleek black napkin draped elegantly over his other arm. You found yourself captivated, speechless as your gaze wandered from his striking features down to his chest, and then to the enticing line of his well-groomed happy trail.

Fuck.

The women gathered nearby erupted in cheers, their laughter ringing out as they waved their empty wine glasses in the air. One particularly bold voice shouted for him to strip down, her words slurring slightly from the effects of too much wine. It was evident that most of them were quite tipsy. Matthew scanned the crowd with a playful glint in his eye, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Looks like you’re all eager~ Shall we start?” With a casual motion, he lowered the silver platter toward the floor, giving Todd the grab the wine while Matthew nonchalantly tossed the silver platter over his shoulder. Then with a swift motion, he tossed the napkin that had been resting on his arm into the sea of eager faces in the crowd.

A few women fought for it, but only one was victorious. You make a mental note to steal that from her.

As the music pulsed through the air, he moved with a sultry grace, his body entwined with the pole like a vine. With each rhythmic sway, the crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement fueling his performance. His hands roamed over his skin, teasingly exploring every curve and contour. Slowly, he sank to his knees, the heat of the moment igniting the atmosphere. A few eager girls reached out, their fingers brushing against him, and he couldn't help but laugh softly. With a playful glint in his eye, he crawled to the edge of the stage, inviting their touch as they eagerly grasped at his toned stomach and chest.

The urge to take a life had never coursed through your veins like it did in this moment. Yet, as you gazed at him, a strange thrill ignited within you. He looked so captivating, so alive, as if he were the only beacon in a darkened universe. You had never imagined encountering him in such a setting, nor had you anticipated this side of him. You just got a new idea for tonight.

You kept your gaze fixed on his playful antics, completely absorbed until your eyes met his. The moment was electric; he squeaked in shock, swiftly swatting the girl’s hands away from him. Ah, shit…he saw you. To the girl’s evident annoyance, Matthew sprang off the stage, his cheeks flushed as he made a beeline for you. “Wha—? What are you doing here?!...h-how’d you find me?” He stammers.

You raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. “You’re not very good at keeping secrets, are you?” you quip, your tone light. “I had no idea you were working as a ‘dancer’ here.”

“I… I didn’t mean to keep it from you! I just thought it would help…” he stammers, his voice tinged with regret. “I feel useless all day, and I wanted to do something to make you happy … Do you hate me?”

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. “Hate you? Not even close… Seriously, you’re such a drama queen.” Your teasing tone catches him off guard, and he blinks at you, wide-eyed. “Really? You don’t hate me?”

“No, actually… you probably didn’t need to take this job, but if it’s beneficial for you, then by all means, keep going.”

“Wait… I didn’t?!”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Yeeeah… I was only half-joking when I called you a parasite. I do enjoy your company when I get home from work.” Matthew strikes a dramatic pose. “When did you ever call me a parasite… wait, PARTLY?!”

You choose to overlook his comment and press on. “Oh, and before you spend that money… make sure to wash it first.” He chuckles in response. “Ahah… right, of course.”

“Hey… if there are any more openings at this job, I could—”

“NO.” He interrupts firmly. “Oh? And why not?”

“….You already have a job! And… I won’t allow anyone else to gawk at you with their lecherous eyes.” You can’t help but laugh at his blatant hypocrisy. “Alright, alright, I get it.”

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

Hours pass, and you two are finally at home. You ended up staying late while he finished up his shift, it was so late that he didn’t bother changing his ‘dancer’ outfit. While taking him home, he catches you glancing at him a couple of times. “Do you like what you see?” He teases.

“I do.” You tease back. “Yknow, I gotta ask…how do you dance with that on? Like without getting.. hard?” He shrugs. “Eh..my co-workers are cool and so are the patrons but…I really only like you.”

“Oh~? Would you wear it during sex?” He looks at you in surprise, then his face proceeds to flush. “..y-yes…if you want me to..”

Things are about to get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

As you both stepped through the door, Matthew wasted no time, pulling you toward the bed with an unexpected urgency. He gently pushed you onto your back, a spark of surprise flickering in your eyes at his sudden boldness. “Since when did you get so daring?” you teased, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

“Hey, I can be assertive too~” he replied, his grin widening as he leaned in, planting soft kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Each kiss sent shivers through you, coaxing soft moans from your lips.

His hands roamed eagerly over your clothed chest and hip, the outline of his growing excitement becoming more pronounced beneath his suit. You glanced down, a smirk playing on your face. “Already fired up, huh? Want me to take care of that?~” you quipped, wiggling your eyebrows mischievously.

Matthew let out an exasperated breath. “Hey! Who’s in charge here?” You shot him a teasing glance, rolling your eyes dramatically. “Clearly not you…”

“Oh really?” With a swift motion, he lifted your shirt and jacket, exposing your bare skin. “Let’s find out, shall we?” His hand slipped beneath your pants and undergarments, teasingly exploring your core, making you gasp in surprise. “Ah…wow…you’re serious huh—oh!”

As he unexpectedly slipped a finger inside, a shiver ran through you, igniting a spark deep within. “Ahhm…ahh…Matthew…” you gasped, your breath hitching in your throat. With a playful grin, he leaned in, his tongue brushing against your hardened nipple, teasingly sucking as he added another finger, his movements expertly scissoring. “Do you like that?..haha..~” he taunted, his voice dripping with mischief

The tension in the air was palpable, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. “Please… don’t stop,” you gasped, your breath hitching as he continued his tantalizing ministrations. He chuckled softly, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Oh, you want more, do you?~” Just as you felt yourself teetering on the edge, he suddenly withdrew his fingers, leaving you gasping in frustration. “What are you doing? Why did you stop?” you whined, your voice laced with desperation. His laughter echoed in the room, playful and infuriating. “Patience, my dear…”

He slowly removes your undergarments and pants, exposing your bare skin to his gaze. “I can see you’re eager for me~” With a teasing grin, he reaches into his pants, pulling out his dick, which springs forth with anticipation. His tip grazed with precum. “J..just shut up and fuck me, Matthew..!”

He didn’t need to be asked again. With a swift motion, he lifted your legs, securing them around his waist as he settled himself between them. His own legs slid beneath yours, and he positioned himself above you, his hands framing your face, creating an intimate space just for the two of you. A soft gasp escaped your lips as the realization of your new position washed over you, and you gazed up at him, your eyes heavy with anticipation. “Are you ready?” he inquired gently, his voice laced with concern. You responded with an eager nod, excitement bubbling within you.

In a moment of pure connection, he enveloped you completely, a shared raspy moan escaping both of your lips as the intensity of the moment washed over you both. “H-haaah~!...damn..!” Matthew gasped, the sound a mix of pleasure and disbelief, as he began to withdraw, only to plunge back in with a slow, deliberate rhythm. As your fingers dug into his shoulders, you felt the intensity of his movements quicken. With every thrust, a slick sound filled the air, echoing off the walls, igniting a fire within you that you couldn't ignore.

A shiver ran down your spine as you gasped, “Sh..shit..ah…! Holy fuck..!” You quickly covered your lips with your hands, trying to stifle the sounds of your pleasure. But before you could fully contain yourself, he seized your wrists, pinning them above your head with a firm grip. “Don’t you dare silence those sweet sounds,” he urged, his voice low and teasing. “I want to hear every bit of you.”

“Wha—?...f..fucking..!..ohh…” The words barely escaped your lips before he sank his teeth into your neck, sending a jolt of unexpected ecstasy through you. You gasped, a moan slipping out as his tongue traced the warm blood that trickled from the bite. “You belong to me, don’t you?” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “Say it.”

The words tumbled from your lips, a breathless confession that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. “I…I belong to you…completely…” It was hard to fathom that Matthew had drawn such vulnerability from you, but in this moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the heat between you, the desperate need to have him fill every part of you. Your fingers clawed at his back, urging him on as he quickened his pace, lost in the rhythm of his own desire. “M-Matthew…oh, Matthew!” you cried out, the sound echoing in the charged air around you.

The air was thick with tension as he breathed heavily, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. “Y-yes! You’re mine… completely mine!” Each word dripped with possessiveness, his breath quickening against your tender neck. Your name slipped from his lips, a plea that made you lift your gaze, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Kiss me,” he urged, and without hesitation, you wriggled your hand free from his grip, drawing his face closer until your lips met in a fervent collision, igniting a fire between you.

The waves of pleasure crashed over you, pulling you into a blissful tide. He was lost in the moment too, his breath hitching as he neared his peak. “Nghhnn!..c..cumingg!..~” he gasped, pressing his hips firmly against yours, surrendering himself completely. Time seemed to stretch as he released himself deep within you, a shuddering sigh escaping his lips. After a heartbeat, he pulled back, his body still trembling as he withdrew, leaving a lingering warmth in his wake.

You catch your breath, glancing down between your legs at the chaotic scene before you. “Hah…haha…look at the mess you’ve made, Matthew,” you tease, a playful smile tugging at your lips. He lets out a low, raspy chuckle, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Should I clean it up for you?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you place a hand gently on his chest. “N-no…not right now. I’m a bit sore, thanks to you,” you reply, your voice laced with playful sarcasm.

With a soft sigh, he rolls over to snuggle against you, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. “Alright then, let’s just sleep.” You nod, resting your cheek against his tousled hair, savoring the tranquility of the moment. Today had been unusual, you admit, but seeing this side of Matthew was a delightful surprise. You can’t help but think that you might just have to ask him to take charge again sometime soon.

#scott pilgram takes off #matthew patel #matthew patel x reader #eventual smut #fluff #crack #lucas lee #todd ingram

8 notes · View notes

blackhakumen · 1 year ago

Text

Mini Fanfic #1166: No Pickles. (Scott Pilgrim)

It was nice, cheerful afternoon in Burger City restaurant located in the streets Toronto, Canada. The customers are enjoying the meals they've ordered and the cashier on front, named Kenny, is casually browsing on his phone, wondering what to do for the rest of the day once he'll finally leave out of here in the next hour or so.

Unfortunately for him and everyone else inside, the day of peace has come to a screeching halt as the loud, booming sound of the entrance door getting pushed open starts ringing into they're eardrums.

They turn to see three menacing looking figures walking in: a taller, muscular man wearing a leather jacket and a shirt that reads "No Fear" written in the front, a shorter man wearing glasses, a white jacket and a different colored "No Fear" shirt, and then comes their supposit ringleader standing in front of both of them, a young lady with glasses.....and a dissatisfied, livid look that could even make a wild bear cower away in fear just by looking at her wrong and too familiar with most customers as they instantly step away from the scene and potential chaos.

Because to them, she was more destructive Karen who could easily blow up the entire the area she stands on with one simple mistake to her direction, but to Kenny, there's just one name he intimidatly goes by due to.the amount of times she steps into this establishment in the past and that is.....

Kenny: Julie Powers......(Takes a Very Deep Breath Before Facing his Inevitable Fate Head On) Welcome back.........

Julie: Kenneth. (Slowly and Dangerously Walks Up to the Counter Raising a Single Eyebrow) I take it you have some idea as to why I decided to come back here.

Kenny: (Already Sweating Bullets. In Fear) Uhh.....To give this place a.....(Puts on A Very Awkward Smile on his Face) Good enough review in.....person?.....

Julie: ('Tch') Please. It'll be a hot day in Toronto before I even think about giving you simpletons a slightly average review. ('Sigh') No......I came back here to discuss why you put pickles on each of our burgers, after I.......(Angrily Slams her HaNds on the Counter) SPECIFICALLY told you not to F#%$ING DO SO!!

Kenny: Oh come on, man! I been in this counter all day today. (Points at the Kitchen Behind Him) I didn't know they messed up your order in here!

Employee: (Walking Out of the Kitchen While Chuckling) Hey yo, Kev! I gotta give you mad props for giving us the courage not to cave in and fix that crazy girl's ord......

Kevin quickly and frantically moves his hand from side to side beside his neck, imploring his fellow co-worker to be quiet.... All while tje crazy girl in question, turns her glare towards the employee in question, causing him to sweat bullets himself.

Employee: (Shakingly Points Back at the Kitchen) I-I-I'm gonna.....Go.....ba-(Quickly Goes Back to the Kitchen)

Julie: ('Groans in Annoyance') Whatever. Could I at least speak to your manager then? Before my patience depletes even further to the ground.

Kenny: 'Fraid I can't let you do that.

Julie: Why? He's not here or something?

Kenny: Oh no, he's here. He's been in his office all day watching tv- I-I mean! Finishing....a few paperworks he file or....something like that! And he really don't want anyone to interrupt his alone time, sooo.....(Suck the Air Through his Teeth While Awkwardly Looking Away) You're kinda out of luck on that one, chief. Sorry.

Julie: (Stares at the Cashier For a Brief Second Before Pinching the Bridge of her Nose and Takes a Very Deep Breath) I swear, of all the convoluted B#%#S%#t I have to put up with today.....

Kenny: Okay, seriously, how are you doing that with your mouth tight now?-

Julie: (Immediately Shuts Kenny Up and Scaring Him with her Yelling) NEVERMIND HOW I F$%$ING DO ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, SMARTA$#!! Now you listen here and now, I have been cooped up in that stupid coffee shop dealing with these S$%T for brains costumers all day today and....(Continues Ranting at Kenny While Everyone Else Watches in the Background)

Gordon: (Sighs Dreamingly T his Girlfriend While Standing Next to Lucas) Just look at her, Lucas. Isn't my Julie-Bear the most frightening woman all of Toronto?~

Lucas: Damn straight. I've seen my fair share of scary stuff in my years and she's DEFINITELY one of my Top 3.. (Forms a Genuine Smirk on his Face While Gently Ruffling the Top of Gordon's Hair a Bit) You've definitely scored big time there, little man.

Gordon: (Chuckles Ticklishly) Dude, come on!~ (Playfully Swats Lucas' Hand Off of His Hair) I just combed there not too long ago.

Lucas: (Chuckles a Bit) Right, sorry. But question though, how did you guys first meet? I tried to ask Julie about it during our lunch break earlier today, but our boss called her into the office at the least second. Said something about giving her a promotion or whatever?

Gordon: Oooh rewarding~ but to answer your question, we actually happened to attend the same high school together growing up. Hardly ever interacted with each other at the time. I was such a loser back then that I'm still surprise that she remembered me after all this time.

Lucas: What kind of loser ypu were exactly?

Gordon: The geek kind. The one who wasn't afraid of being rejected and looked down upon until reality kicks me in the face at the very last second. (Chuckles a Bit) Sounds pretty lame, doesn't it?

Lucas: (Casually Shrugs) Nah. It seems pretty cool to me. Except for the being rejected part obviously. That sucks.

Gordon: (Turns to Lucas) You think so?

Lucas: (Happily Nodded) Yeah. I mean, take it from a guy who was a punk jock who only ever started skateboarding because some girl he fell for and got his heartbroken by afterwards, taught him the basics. You were ten times more cooler than I could ever hoped for really.

Gordon: Don't say that, bro. Even with all hurdles and obstacles you've faced, you still managed to become the world pronoun movie star afterwards

Lucas: True. 'Till I flushed my entire career down the drain and became a washed up bum on the streets

Gordon: (Scoffs While Rolling his Eyes) Yeah, to them maybe. But to me.....(Turns Back to Lucas and Grab Hold of his Hands While His Eyes Begins to Sparkle) You'll always be #1 in my heart, bro~

Lucas: (Stares Back at His Best Friend with Sparkles in his Eyes as Well) Bro~

Kenny: (Staring at The Two Guys in the Mid Distance Along with Julie) Are they....staring deep into each other's eyes right now?

Julie: ('Sigh') Yeeup. Those two has became friends for a month or two now and they already became inseparable at this point....

Kenny: No offense to them or anything, but....those guys are dorks.

Julie: Abso-f#$%ing-lutely. (Slowly Starts Smiling at Lucas Now Giving Gordon a Nuggie) But they're my dorks. And one of the few people who actually gives a s$#t about me- (Notices What She's Saying Before Blushing and Turning Away Pouting) W-Whatever.

Kenny: (Stares at Julie For a Brief Second Before Sighing) Look, everyone at the back are too busy finishing online orders at the moment, so i can't grantee that they'll have any time to fix ypur order, but.....How about I give you guys each free smoothies instead?

Julie: (Turns Back to Kenny with a bit of a Raised Eyebrow) Free smoothies? You guys can do that here?

Kenny: (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Not really, no. But it wouldn't feel completely right having you guys leave here empty handed. Plus, I......Kinda wanna make up for not having the others fix your order sooner, so......

Julie: Hm....That's depends......(Turns To her Boys) Hey! Dumb-Dumbs! You guys want some smoothies? They're giving them to us for free.

Gordon/Lucas: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Sure, I want one./If it's free, I'll take it, yeah.

Julie: (Turns Back to Kenny) We'll take it.

Outside........

Lucas: (Walking Out of the Restaurant With Gordon and Julie Right Next to Him) So what made you wanna pick the free smoothies over a re-order there, Julie?

Gordon: ( Carrying his Drink on One Hand and Using the Other to Hold Julie's Hand) Yeah, you seemed so passionate about it, my dear. What changed your mind?

Julie: (Shrugs) Kenneth said the other workers already occupied with other orders, so I took his word for it, for now. Still, I refuse to take a single off of those pickle fested burgers they gave us.

Gordon: ('Sigh') Yeah......Suddenly, I'm not in the mood for burgers for the day. (Takes a Sip of his Smoothie Before Coming Up with An Idea) How about we order some pizza instead?

Julie: Fine. But we're only getting two boxes. I heard they're getting expensive these days......

Gordon: (Smiles Softly) I can order and pay them for us. It's the least I can do for making you go all the trouble to going back in there.

Julie: ('Sigh') You idiot. You haven't caused me any problems at all. (Starts Blushing a Bit) I only did what I did cuz I care.....

Gordon: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah, I know. And I love you for it.

Julie: I love you f#%$ing more~ (Gives Her Boyfriend a Peck on the Lips)

Lucas: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) I wonder if they have those pizzas with pineapples on them.......

Gordon: (Slowly Turns to His Best Friend with a Surprised and a Bit of a Grossed Out Look on his Face Along with Julie) Dude. You actually EAT those kinds of pizzas?

Lucas: Look, I know it's crazy, but I tried a slice or two in this summer beach party long while back and I remembered them not tasting all that bad.

Julie: ('Hmph') I believe it when I taste it.

Meanwhile Back at the Restaurant

Kenny: (Steching his Back Out) Okay......With those guys gone, I only have thirty more minutes and I'll finally be home free-

Manager: KENNNTH!!!

Kenny: ('Sigh') Or not.....

@tampire

@caleb13frede

@albion-93

@ma-lemons

@cyber-wildcat

@scottpilgrim

#scott pilgram takes off #julie powers #gideon graves #gordon goose #lucas lee #humor #fluff #bromance #gideon x julie #gideon and lucas are best bros #gideon julie and lucas trio

14 notes · View notes

messa-messilla · 1 year ago

Text

The boy at casa loma

Walucas/Wallace Wells x Lucas Lee fanfiction - Part 3

(art made by me)

Summary : Wallace is invited as a VIP spectator at the recording of Lucas' next movie, but something doesn't go as planned...

Author note : Sorry for taking so long to upload this chapter, but guess what ? I FINALLY FINISHED THIS FIC !! WOOOOOOOH !!! The lore kinda changed recently with the new anime, so sorry for any out of canon thing :(. Anyway, i think i might write more fanfictions in the future, this one was really fun to make !!!

Final chapter : Impress

As the people on the streets were walking, just living their day, they could see something coming, grinding wall to wall, jumping from flip to backflip in an amazingly acrobatic way…

And this skateboarding king entity wasn’t other than mister Lucas Lee, the LEGENDARY oscar winning actor.

People were cheering, rooting, screaming, CRYING, as they saw Mr Lee rolling away, without even addressing them any once of a stare.

No, he couldn’t think about them…

He couldn’t think about anything else other than THE man.

The man with the dark, crow feather - like hair.

The man with the black, yet, deeply captivating eyes.

The man with that little smug look that seemed to really get stuck in the actor’s brain.

Wallace……

He would roll on his skateboard faster and even faster, just by thinking about him…

He carried with him a gray backpack, holding a delicious lunchbox, cooked with love and attention…

And some (kind of bland) garlic bread, that Lucas took with him, when he realized at the last moment he took so much time to cook Wallace’s meal that he actually forgot to get food for HIM.

The closer Lucas got to Casa Loma, the faster his heart beated.

What if he gave a terrible performance ??

A performance so bad that the boy that looked so lovely would see him as untalented, useless, even ?

Well, Lucas is now at the place, and the charming man is coming to him, so no time for thinking too much, go Lucas go !!!

“ - Well, glad to have you here, Mr Lee !”

Addressed the man, winking confidently, waving gently his hand to the star.

“ - The same goes for me..”

Lucas crossed his arms kind of awkwardly, looking around him, his eyes going from looking at the cameras, to the people around the set, staying here to watch the recording process.

As Lucas and Wallace got closer to the set, we could see and hear the street passengers all around, rooting, shouting even, to the moviestar, which made him grin, gaining even more confidence.

“ - Everybody, are y'all ready ??

Light…

Camera…

ACTION !!

- Listen to me right now, you douchebag…”

Lucas was giving the best of himself, and it really showed. The man clearly knew how to do his job, even when the script, story and scenario… Wasn’t really great.

“ - You really thought i was going to let you go away like nothing happened ?? After all you did ???”

The crowd, catered all around, was way too captivated, mesmerized even, by such a professional performance…

“ - Come here, i’ll make you feel the pain you subjected others to.”

“ - Okay guys, lunch break time !”

From the moment the break was announced, Lucas immediately started to look anywhere where Wallace could be.

Even at his own surprise, at the moment, he felt like the crowd's opinion on his performance mattered less… And also like Wallace’s view on the performance he gave mattered WAY much.

“- Hey man, i’m here !”

Lucas turned back with surprise, to see Wells’ smug face fix him.

“ - You said you would bring our lunch !

- Yeah, i did..”

They both walked through the setting, and sat at chairs, close to a simple little table.

“ - So, what did you bring for us, big man ?

- Well…”

Lucas took his backpack, and got out of it a blue lunch box.

“ - Thank you, Lucas !”

Wallace proceeded to open it, and was instantly amazed ! Two really lovely looking sandwiches, made with soft bread, and a really sweet smelling chocolate and strawberry cake !

“ - WOAW, you made that yourself ??

- Hmm ?”

Wallace looked up at Lucas… Who already started to nom on a poor looking piece of Garlic bread.

“ - Yeah, i made it, why are you asking ?” He said, looking on the side, a bit embarrassed.

“ - This… This looks delicious, thank you so much buddy !!!”

“ - Eheh, no problem, anytime boy !” replied Lucas, feeling an invisible force lift his cheekbones, showing at the same occasion his perfect white teeth.

“ - But… I’m wondering… Is this all you’re going to eat ??” Wallace disdained the cheap little piece of bread “ Why didn’t you cook anything that is that good for yourself ??”

Lucas felt sweat flowing down his forehead, looking quickly in all directions. He didn’t really want to admit he took way too much time making this lunch box for him, and forgot about himself…

“ - Don’t worry bro, eheh… I’m a strong man ! I don’t need to eat a lot on a regular basis !! Anyway, i don’t want to get too many calories.”

After saying this, Lucas INSTANTLY realized how stupid and non logic of an excuse this was. Wallace really made him lose his words…

“ - Oh, Lucas…” giggled Wallace “ You don’t really need to care about this at all ! Plus, you know, bread isn’t really calorie free.”

“ - What ?? What do you mean ??” Lucas exclaimed, actually worried.

“ - Bread has butter, bread makes you fat.

- BREAD MAKES YOU FAT ???!!!”

“ - Everyone, get back to your spot. Time to resume.”

Lucas gasped, he was having such a nice moment with Wallace, guess it was time to go back to work…

“ - Hey !”

Lucas turned around, it was Wallace, standing there again.

“ - Thank you for this great moment, you’re an impressive cook !”

Lucas felt his cheeks reddening a bit, he always ends up blushing whenever he gets anything nice from this dark haired boy..

“ - You’re welcome.” he said, as he tried to look as indifferent as he could.

“ - Oh.. Wait a second…”

Wallace raised his head. As he stared at the sky, we could see surprise in his expression. What could have happened ?

“ - Is there any problem ?”

“ - Lucas… I think it’s starting to rain !”

The teardrops, falling from the sky, were at a speed increasing every new single second.

“ - Okay, everyone, store back your equipment, we’re stopping for today.

- Oh.”

Lucas stared at the gray sky, which was getting progressively more and more dark.

“ - So…” addressed Lucas, looking at Wallace, “ What do we do now ?

- Mmh…”

Wallace began to think, what could they do…

An idea suddenly crossed his mind like a light flash.

“ - Well, i got an idea…”

“ - Hey Lucas, so about the next time we’re going to record…”

Lucas' manager got on the spot where he saw him some minutes ago, with that one dark haired guy he brang as a guest… And he wasn’t there ??

The manager looked around him, where is he hiding ??

When he suddenly saw him… He was running away with this guy ??

At the last instant they were in his field of vision, they were holding hands, and laughing loud enough to be heard from a surprisingly large distance.

“ - Get in quickly, or you’re going to get a cold !!”

They both got into Wallace’s house, absolutely soaked and wet, but in euphoric laughter after this hell of a race.

They both sat on the cheap mattress on the floor, trying to regain their breath and calm down.

“ - Woaw, your place is… Really… Chill..

- Thank you !!”

After they finally settled down, Wallace and Lucas both looked at each other, not gazing at any moment anywhere other than each other’s faces.

“ - So…

- Yeah ?”

Lucas fixed his hair, he never met a man that made him act this awkward, and also this emotional. Though, he had a really good new…

“ - Wallace, you see about the discussion we had recently… I finally found a psychologist that could help me.

- THAT’S WONDERFUL, MAN !!”

We could see excitement on Lucas’ and Wallace’s faces, both full of positive energy, as they exchanged a cheerful high five !

“- Woah man, what a day…

- Mmh… Lucas ?

- Yuh ?”

Wallace rubbed his eyes as he yawned, still cooling down from running under the rain.

“ - My man, you’re clearly a professional actor, you really got all the lights on you !! Everyone noticed you, you were the center of attention !!”

Lucas, hearing this, got frankly confused, everyone

noticed him ?? Everyone, even…

“ - So, i was impressing everyone there ??

- Yeah, everyone.”

Lucas felt his brain doing backflips, rolling and smashing itself everywhere in his head, and his heart was burning more than ever.. What if…

“ - Impressing everyone…

Even you ?”

A heavy silence settled in all the house by this sentence only.

Wallace's eyes were WIDE open, and Lucas was at a level of embarrassment so strong sweat flowed on his face like a waterfall, he felt HOPELESS…

But, after this silent moment that felt like decades… Wallace bursted out of laughter, at Lucas’ BIGGEST panic.

“ - THAT’S NOT FUNNY, if i was you i wouldn’t even dare to make fun of me like that…”

Lucas was so confused, so anxious, what could he even do ???..

Wallace calmed down… He fixed Lucas’ eyes, so deeply it felt like he was staring at his soul, looking as delighted as ever.

Lucas' panic was cut short, leaving him speechless, his eyes shining brighter than stars.

“ - I am impressed, Lucas.”

Lucas was breath taken.

“ - You…”

Lucas couldn’t even finish his sentence.

Wallace got close enough to his face, giving two seconds for Lucas to realize how pretty this man was.

The second Wallace’s soft lips laid on his, Lucas felt all of his stress evaporate, like steam coming from the ocean, his stress being the water, and Wallace being the shining sun.

Lucas couldn’t believe what was happening, he was overjoyed by the moment. He wrapped his massive arms around Wallace, who felt maybe squeezed a little too tight, even choking a tiny tiny tinnyyyyy little bit.. But he didn’t complain at all. Either way, Wallace, even with the large love experience he got… Never felt that way when kissing someone.

As they were making out, they both felt little lights around them, making this moment even more special… Sparks.

When they finally left each other's faces… They couldn’t let their eyes quit each other, it was THAT SPECIAL of a moment.

A special moment that NOTHING and NO ONE could st-

“ - AAAAEEEEUUUUGGHH ??!! LUCAS LEE ???!!!”

Scott just entered the place, and Lucas Lee, THE famous guy who tried to get rid of him, was just sitting here, in his shared bed ?? With his roommate ???! The last time Scott got jumpscared this hard was when Neil made him play the Scary maze prank...

“ - WHAT IS HE DOING HE-”

“ - DUDE, dude, calm down, everything is okay.

No hard feelings between us anymore, ‘kay ?”

Both Wallace and Lucas giggled, amused by Scott’s reaction, still holding each other really tight.

“ - UUUUHH ?? WHAT ???!”

“ - Okay boys,” cackled Wallace, “what about we take a drink and talk about, you know, all of this ?”

Lucas, who couldn’t agree less, nodded with great pleasure.

Yeah, both Wallace and Lucas were truly euphoric together, and nobody could ruin that.

Author note : YAYYY IT'S FINALLY FINISHED LET'S GOOO !! THANK YOU FOR READING !!!! This is my very first totally complete fanfiction and i'm really proud about it :>>> THANKS SO MUCH to the people who stayed here till the end <3<3

3 notes · View notes

0-therw-0-rldly · 6 months ago

Text

I’ll preface this by saying I’m not really a shipper. I just enjoy canon couples on TV Series/films.

Terms I’d like B*ddies to remove from their vocabulary because they don’t know how to use them correctly:

Media literacy: For a group that uses this term a lot you sure do misinterpret everything in this show.

Queerbaiting: Going to expand on this one. A show that’s already been pre established for having queer characters simply cannot queerbait.

Ship baiting: While sometimes you can argue that they could be doing that, that’s only if you look at the show in a very biased manner. You might think this is the case but the general audience doesn’t think the way you do.

Ship war: This isn’t a one tree hill situation where there was Team Brooke Vs. Team Peyton where the middle guy (Lucas Scott) had canonically been with both women. This is people not understanding fanon vs. canon and not being able to just watch the show. It’s like playing quarterback on Madden and thinking you could be better than Patrick Mahomes.

Plot device: everything’s a plot device. Move tf on.

Predator: You sound like crazy MAGA supporters calling everything regarding the LGBTQIA+ community as predatory. Sit down.

Co-parenting: I know this is a big one and discourse was brought up during the hiatus. Oliver and Ryan have loosely mentioned this years ago but it was never to be taken this seriously. Do y’all even know what co-parenting is or are you that big of a donut? Buck is someone who loves his best friend deeply and by extension, his kid too. Him taking care of him frequently does not make him a co-parent. Maybe he is a parental or uncle figure, but he isn’t a co-parent. Also, I swear y’all need to learn how a will works. He is a GODPARENT, not a GUARDIAN. Stfu.

Hag: This especially applies to women, but to say that someone 25-30+ is a hag for still being in fandoms or enjoying tv shows/films is inherently misogynistic. Men are never held to this much criticism for enjoying fictional media, but women aren’t allowed to?

Queer Coding: people of the same sex “looking at each other”, hugging, or having intimate moments all together doesn’t make them queer coded. It could mean that they just love each other that deeply platonically. While representation is amazing and just because you interpret a character as queer coded (just like my ship baiting comment) doesn’t mean others interpret it that way as well. In addition, network TV has stipulations, and also actors are allowed to decline storylines. Ryan has mentioned his character is heterosexual an abundance of times which means (at least for now) that he isn’t willing to go for this storyline.

Dead naming: Y’all construing the fact that Buck wants people like coworkers and some of his former love interests, to saying Evan is his dead name is inherently transphobic because do you even understand what a dead name is? Evan Buckley is shown as being fine with being called Evan by both Tommy and his sister. I’m pretty sure some of his love interests have called him Evan as well.

Fetishizing: You guys saw two hot guys who “looked at each other” and for 6 seasons have wanted nothing but to see those two make out with each other. Those of us who enjoy Tevan saw Buck giddy at the thought of Tommy and have wanted domestic fluff for them since.

Anything to do with racism, homophobia, and misogyny: I’ve seen the way you guys have conveniently weaponized Henren and by extension Aisha/Tracie when you didn’t get the Ryan/Oliver interview, don’t try to act like you’re morally superior. Not to mention wanting a canonically gay man to die in a show and not even holding those who use your ship name to write CSA fics accountable because you’re petty and want to throw hissy fits. Anyone looking at your comments as an outsider would think you’re homophobes and yes queer people can be homophobic.

I do hope you can expand your vocabulary. 🤍

#I swear y’all are just telling on yourselves for being idiots #911 abc #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #911 show #tevan #abc 911 #lou ferrigno jr #911 #kinley #rants #anti buddie #anti bobs

445 notes · View notes

rose24207 · 2 months ago

Text

Roseee‘s Masterlist pt. 2

Masterlist pt. 1 prompts

Genre

Mafia - 🖤

Angst - 💔

Fluff - 💗

Suggestive - ❤️‍🔥

Dark - 🩶

Humor - 💛

Teen Wolf

• This is pushing it 💗

-> A shy but powerful witch surprises Scott’s pack by proving she’s their best chance against a rogue alpha.

Formula 1

Daniel Riccardo

• Professional, huh? 💗❤️‍🔥

-> An innocent late-night work session turns into a passionate encounter when Daniel finally acts on the tension between him and his assistant, breaking all professional boundaries.

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

• I’ve got you 💗💔

-> Fred comforts you after your traumatic experience with Umbridge

George Weasley

• not until you 💗

-> At Hogwarts, George makes you realize that home isn’t a place—it’s being with him.

Lando Norris

• knew you couldn’t resist me, sugar 💗💔

-> You try to resist bad-boy Lando Norris, but when he corners you behind the bleachers, smirking in his leather jacket and telling you he’s taking you to the dance, you know you’re already his.

• love isn’t always enough 💔

-> Your love with Lando falls apart as unresolved pain drives you both away from each other.

• Never going to be love 💔

-> After falling for Lando, you confront him about his flirtations and walk away when he can’t return your feelings.

• Are you hurt? 🖤💔💗

-> After a chilling note reveals you're being watched and an intruder invades your home, Lando arrives just in time to ruthlessly kill the attacker and protect you.

• I mean it, love 🖤💔💗

-> Lando warns you not to touch the mysterious box on his desk, but when you do, you unknowingly mark yourself for death—forcing him to protect you at all costs

• on your own 🖤💔💗

-> Kidnapped after a fight, you learn the hard way��leaving Lando after a fight was a mistake.

• my dad is a dumbass 💗

-> Lucas is sent back in time to ensure his teenage father falls for his outcast mother instead of the wrong girl.

-> p2

• like a kiss 💗

-> after coming to terms that his girlfriend is a ghost, a new routine builds.

• dtMF 💔

-> Lando sits on a San Juan beach, holding a Polaroid camera, reflecting on his lost love and regretting the moments he took for granted, wishing he could tell her he still loves her.

• an angel 💔💗

-> guilt eats Lando alive when he wants to come clean to you after dating you for a bet. What he didn’t expect was that you would be so understanding and calm about it.

• I’ve missed this 💔💗

-> Lando confesses his love on midsummer night but pushes you away for years before finally apologizing and winning you back.

• two pink lines 💗🖤

-> When Y/N suspects she might be pregnant, she tries to hide her worries from Lando, only to take a test and confirm her life is about to change forever.

• AHHH..! 💛💗

-> Lando panics mid-stream over his girlfriend’s scream, only to find she’s overreacting to a horror game.

• hyperpigmentation 💛

-> you son‘s drawing sparks chaos as Lando laughs hysterically, and you scramble to boost Jacob’s confidence.

• Anything for you 💔🩶

-> A devoted girlfriend takes deadly measures against anyone who ruins Lando's career, believing her actions are for his benefit, until he discovers the horrifying truth.

• I can’t pretend 💔💗

-> After weeks of distance, Lando's jealousy ignites when you kiss another guy at a party.

• I know I‘m yours 🖤

-> Lando's jealousy boils over at a gala when a stranger gets too close to you, prompting him to assertively remind you—and everyone else—that you’re his.

Taglist: @ipushhimback, @ladyoflynx, @lewishamiltonismybf, @cmleitora, @hmma3 , @same1995, @amatswimming, @llando4norris, @dr3wstarkey, @hurtblossom, @ernegren

138 notes · View notes

crazyk-imagine · 11 months ago

Text

Breaking Hearts and Making Names

Pairing: Nathan Scott x Fem!reader

Characters: Chris Keller, Fem!reader, Nathan Scott, Brooke Davis, Peyton Sawyer, Lucas Scott, Marvin "Mouth" McFadden, Antwon "Skills" Taylor, Haley James (Scott)

Warnings: Fluff, one tree hill funsies, chris keller being a punk, reader taking no shit, brooke and reader being bestie's, the girls needing to rope reader in, reader is kinda like a fem wade wilson, this was kind of random but also not, I love making reader besties with Brooke, this has been in my drafts for a bit, happy to have posted it, lowkey a stupid fic but a fun one

Word Count: 676

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You turn the corner when you hear him flirting with another girl and roll your eyes. You walk towards the stairs to Nathan’s apartment and raise a brow.

"How old are you again?" You cross your arms, staring at him.

Chris turns around and furrows his brows, confused as to what you’re getting at. "What?"

"How old are you? You're not in high school and yet you're preying on young girls, under the age of eighteen might I add which I believe would make you a pervert." You turn to the girl he’s been talking to and lean in, “you can go now.”

She nods and scoots around him so she can leave.

He scoffs, rubbing his face in annoyance. “Chris Keller is offended and not a pervert."

You lean in closer to him, "would you really prefer it if I called you a pedo?"

His eyes widened. "Man, you're cold."

Your shoulders deflate as your eyes soften, "aw, Brooke taught me well." You spin around and catch her gaze as she walks closer to you, throwing her arm around your shoulders.

"I did and I'm so proud."

You both throw your heads back and chuckle.

He shakes his head, watching the two of you take the lead and walk up the stairs to hangout in your boyfriend's apartment but not before adding, "I know you're checking someone out, you pervert. I would say kiss my ass, but you can't so, suck a d-"

Peyton and Haley have never pulled you away from the railing as fast as they have in all their lives while Brooke throws her head back and laughs, clapping her hands to where it sounds like she’s smacking her hands together.

The guys get out of the car and walk towards the defeated musician. Nathan glances up when he hears your laughter.

He can’t help but chuckle, knowing you had something to do with Chris’ defeated look. "What happened?"

The musician lifts his head, staring at the youngest Scott boy with a defiant attitude.

Before Nathan decided to officially ask you out and not hide his feelings from you, he made sure to put the infamous Chris Keller in his place.

"The one in your hoodie is mean."

The Scott brother's glance at one another and nod.

"Makes sense," Lucas says.

He and Haley always liked your style and the way you carry yourself, which explains why you’ve been friends with them for as long as you have.

It helps him when the other guys on the team want to try and pick on him or if a certain guy who refers to himself in the third person needs to be put in his place. But the downer for those who come across your mean streak is-

"She and Brooke have been hanging out a lot.”

“We've never known someone to have the same amount of brazen personality as Brooke until they met and, as Brooke likes to say, they “clicked”. I’m surprised you made it as far as you have," Nathan adds.

"She hurt Chris Keller's feelings."

"Something tells me, she doesn't care," Nathan tells him before heading up the stairs.

“Tell your brother to control his girl.”

Lucas shakes his head, “I’d rather not. She can get pretty mean if I try to tell her to do something.”

Mouth and Skills chuckle to themselves as they pass him.

“I wouldn’t take what she means to a heart man,” the latter tells him.

The blond pouts. “How would you take it if she called you a perv?”

“I’m not, so I don’t have to worry about it.”

Mouth nudges his friend in the side, causing him to whine. “What he means is, you should watch what you say, or you get the look.”

“The look?”

Mouth nods, “the look.”

The two walk away from him, leaving him to follow behind and see the infamous look that your friend was talking about.

He chuckles and thanks whatever karma was in his side to prevent him from getting a stare down from you.

#one tree hill #one tree hill imagine #one tree hill imagines #one tree hill fanfic #one tree hill fanfiction #nathan scott #nathan scott imagine #nathan scott imagines #nathan scott fanfic #nathan scott fanfiction #nathan scott x reader #nathan scott x you #nathan scott x fem reader #nathan scott x fem!reader #nathan scott x female reader #nathan scott x female!reader #one tree hill x you #one tree hill x reader #crazyk-imagine

440 notes · View notes

twins-write · 4 months ago

Text

Request Information

We write x reader and x OC stories/oneshots, so don't be afraid to give your character a name, unless you prefer it being the reader!

We typically write the reader as a female, but if you prefer gender neutral, let us know!

We generally write for male people/characters as well.

We write:

Fluff

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Comfort

We do not write smut!

Feel free to send any request for one-shots/imagines, or if you have an idea for a mini-series, don't be afraid to suggest that as well.

If you request, there is no 100% guarantee that it'll be written, but we will definitely try our best to fulfill everyone's requests!

When something is requested, we will try to get to it as quickly as possible, but we are both full time students and play sports, so please bear with us!

We write for a lot of things, but here is the list if you want to go through it all! If you don't see a specific person/show or anything on the list, still feel free to request it. We might have accidentally left it out, but if not, we can still attempt to write that person for you!

You can submit requests by clicking the link at the bottom of this post or the link at the top of the blog, both will take you to a form to submit your request!

FULL LIST OF WHAT WE WRITE FOR:

Shows/movies:

13 Reasons Why

Clay Jensen

Justin Foley

911 (Lonestar and the original)

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

Judd Ryder

Owen Strand

Paul Strickland

TK Strand

Wyatt Harris

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Michael Langdon

Tate Langdon

Xavier Plympton

Attack On Titan

Armin Arlert

Jean Kirstein

Big Time Rush

Carlos

James

Kendall

Logan

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Cobra Kai

Eli Moskowitz (Hawk)

Johnny Lawrence

Miguel Diaz

Robby Keene

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

Game of Thrones

Bronn

Jaime Lannister

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Goosebumps

James Etten

Lucas Parker

Gossip Girl

Chuck Bass

Eric Van Der Woodsen

Nate Archibald

Grey’s Anatomy

George O’Malley

Mark Sloan

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Richie Tozier

Jujustu Kaisen

Megumi Fushiguro

Satoru Gojo

Toge Inumaki

Yuji Itadori

Lab Rats

Chase Davenport

Malcolm In The Middle

Francis Wilkerson

Reese Wilkerson

Malcolm Wilkerson

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Deadpool

Druig

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker (Tom’s or Andrew’s)

Steve Rogers

Thor

Wolverine

My Babysitter’s a Vampire

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

My Hero Academia

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Hitoshi Shinsou

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugo

Keigo Takami

Shota Aizawa

Shoto Todoroki

Takami Amajiki

NCIS (LA and the original)

Anthony DiNozzo

Eric Beale

G. Callen

Jimmy Palmer

Marty Deeks

Timothy McGee

Nerve

Tommy Mancuso

New Girl

Coach

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Winston Bishop

Now You See Me

Jack Wilder

Outerbanks

JJ Maybank

John B.

Pope

Rafe Cameron

Topper

Percy Jackson

Percy

Pretty Little Liars

Caleb Rivers

Holden Strauss

Jason DiLaurentis

Mike Montgomery

Noel Kahn

Toby Cavanaugh

Shadowhunters

Alec Lightwood

Jace Herondale

Simon Lewis

Shameless

Ian Gallagher

Kevin Ball

Lip Gallagher

Smallville

Clark Kent

Lex Luthor

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson

Steve Harrington

Supernatural

Castiel

Dean Winchester

Jack Kline

Sam Winchester

T@GGED

Ash Franklin

Brandon Darrow

Trevor Askill

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Titans

Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Gar Logan (Beast Boy)

Jason Todd (Red Hood)

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Jasper Jordan

Monty Green

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Ambrose Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Nicholas Scratch

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Peeta Mellark

The Maze Runner

Minho

Newt

Thomas

The Middle

Axl Heck

Sean Donahue

The OC

Luke Ward

Ryan Atwood

Seth Cohen

The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

The Outsiders

Darry Curtis

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

The Rookie

John Nolan

Tim Bradford

The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Jeremy Gilbert

Kai Parker

Stefan Salvatore

The Walking Dead

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Rick Grimes

True Blood

Eric Northman

Jason Stackhouse

Sam Merlotte

Twilight

Emmett Cullen

Jasper Hale

Paul Lahote

Seth Clearwater

Wizards of Waverly Place

Justin Russo

Real people:

5 Seconds of Summer members (all)

Ateez members (all)

Cody Fern

Jamie Muscato

Sam and Colby

Stray Kids members (all)

The Boyz (all)

Tomorrow x Together members (all)

Request form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdf15DK07JIGzKMNPC2FrEgP7ces4KfIxTngYcNwvmusaXxGA/viewform?usp=sf_link

54 notes · View notes

s4wdvator · 9 months ago

Text

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

welcome to my masterlist!! (fics will soon arrive!)

(000) 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋

(111) 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

(222) 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋

(333) 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒

(444) CELEBRITY CRUSH.

meet me!!

#one tree hill #gilmore girls #sam winchester #the vampire diaries #damon salvatore #supernatural #smut #fluff #angst #dean forester #dean winchester #tristan dugray #lucas scott

32 notes · View notes

livingdeadmlm · 3 months ago

Text

Master list Requests:Open!

Fluff🤍

Nsfw🩶

Smut 🖤

headcannon format 🕸️

Oneshot format🌾

Kinktober 2023🪨

Kinktober 2024🪻

Characters with no links have no fics as of 12/15/2024

Also this is in no way every fic I have written as I went crazy when I made this blog so most Jojo fics are lost to time (and not good)

Red Dead Redemption

Arthur Morgan

Low Honor Morgan Priest Reader 🩶🖤🪻🌾

Werewolf Morgan HCs 🕸️

John Marston

Javier Escuella

Voyeurism🩶🖤🪻🌾

Charles Smith

Dutch Van der Linde

Kieran Duffy

Sean MacGuire

Obey me!

Lucifer

Mammon

Pet Play🩶🖤🪻🌾

Tail Play🩶🖤🪨🌾

Leviathan

Diavolo

Breast Worshipping 🩶🖤🪻🌾

Solomon

Barbatos

Simeon

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

House MD

Gregory House

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Eric Forman

Mouthwashing

Captain Curly

Daisuke

Age Gap🩶🪻🌾

Metalocalypse

Nathan explosion

Table Sex🩶🖤🪻🌾

Pickles the drummer

Toki Wartooth

Charles offdensen

Blood Play🩶🪻🌾

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

Yandere Skwisgaar 🖤🌾

Dethklok

Nudes with Dethklok🩶🖤🪻🕸️🌾

Doing their Makeup before a Show🤍🕸️

After a Long Tour🤍🕸️

Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Saul Goodman

General Dating HCs🤍🩶🕸️

Fake Dating to Lovers🤍🩶🌾

Lingerie 🩶🖤🪻🌾

Cuddle HC's 🤍🌾

Jessie Pinkman

Nacho Varga

Lalo Salamanca

Mortal Kombat

Kung Lao

Dating HCs 🤍🩶🕸️

Face Sitting🩶🖤🌾🕸️

Johnny cage

Face Sitting🩶🖤🪻🌾

Kenshi Takahashi

Reptile/Syzoth

Radian

Liu Kang

Hellsing

Alucard

American Psycho

Patrick Bateman

Creampie 🩶🖤🪨🌾

Complimenting his beauty

Working with Patrick

Big Businessman Reader

Fight club

Jack/ The narrator

Tyler Durden

Dating HCs 🕸️🩶

Scott pilgrim vs the world/takes off

Scott Pilgrim

Wallace Wells

Lucas Lee

Todd Ingran

Nu Carnival

Eiden

Aster

Morvay

Yakumo

Edmond

Quincy

Kuya

Garu

Blade

Dante

Rei

Other

Oral Fixation Bruce Banner 🩶🪻🌾

Vampire Midas Fortnite🩶🪻🌾

Hol Horse 🌾

Mike Schmidt with an Insomniac Reader🌾

Monster Fucking with Postal Dude🩶🖤🪨🌾

Ryo Asuka with Affectionate Devilman 🤍🕸️

Clingy Reader with Gyro Zeppeli 🌾

Hugging Miles Edgeworth🕸️🤍🌾

Akira Fudo with a himbo bf

#male reader #m!reader #breaking bad x male reader #x male reader #obey me x male mc #obey me x male reader #metalocalypse x male reader #house md x male reader #fight club x male reader #postal dude x male reader #bruce banner x male reader #daisuke mouthwashing x male reader #red dead redemption x male reader #arthur morgan x male reader #nu carnival #Nu Carnival x male reader #devilman crybaby x male reader

31 notes · View notes

c0ffee-gh0ul · 1 year ago

Note

lucas and wallace fluff?? omg why arent people shipping these twooooo

i know!!!! this is such an underrated ship, but i ship it!!

ONESHOT: LUCAS LEE X WALLACE WELLS FLUFF

Wallace and Lucas were about to have their first official date. Sure, they had hung out before this, and talked on the phone, but today, they would be sitting down at a restaurant having a nice meal. It was nothing crazy, just Sneaky Dee’s.

Wallace was getting ready, waiting for Lucas to pick him up. Finally, a boyfriend with a car. He was starting to hate walking everywhere, especially in the bite of the Toronto cold.

“Hurry up, Wallace! I need to pee!” Scott said from the other side of the bathroom door. Wallace ignored him as he kept fixing his hair in the mirror and sprayed cologne on his body. Once he finally did exit the bathroom, Scott ran in there as if he hadn’t peed in a year.

Wallace was nervous. He usually wasn’t nervous on dates. But, he really liked Lucas. Maybe he was the one.

“Why are you pacing?” Scott asked as he exited the bathroom. Wallace didn’t even realize he started doing that. “Are you nervous or something? You’re making me a little dizzy…”

“I guess I am,” He admitted. “I’m never nervous. That’s usually you! Oh, god…”

“Dude, chill,” Scott chuckled, taking Wallace by the shoulders. “Just, um, don’t drink too much, and… Be yourself…? I don’t know, I’m not good at this kind of stuff…”

“Yeah, thanks captain obvious,” Wallace replied. His pacing and timid thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. “It’s him!”

“Go get 'em!” Scott cheered.

Wallace grabbed his coat and opened the door to reveal Lucas’s tall stature standing in the doorway. “You look great,” He smiled.

“So do you,” Wallace replied.

“Shall we?” Lucas offered his hand for Wallace to take and he accepted.

“Romantically cliche, are we?” Wallace remarked, closing the apartment door behind him.

“I want to impress a man on our first official date, don’t I?” Lucas opened the car door for Wallace and he stepped in.

Lucas drove them to Sneaky Dee’s, which was only about 5 minutes away. Once they sat down at their table, they started reading the menus to themselves and engaging in small talk.

“What are you gonna order?” Lucas asked.

“I dunno… Probably a martini and maybe a tasteful pasta,” Wallace replied.

“Tasteful is a strong word for this place,” Lucas chuckled.

“Well, yeah, tasteful for this place,” Wallace chuckled back. “Slightly undercooked, either over or under seasoned, no in between… And hopefully still hot by the time it gets to the table.”

Once they were waiting for their food, Lucas took Wallace’s hand in his from across the table.

“This is really nice, y’know? I’ve never really been on a real date before,” He admitted.

“Look at you, being soft,” Wallace teased. “I’ve been on a few real dates, but they all kind of sucked.”

“This one won’t suck, I’ll make sure of it,” Lucas smiled. “Speaking of which… I got you something.” He dug through his pockets searching for a small gift.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Wallace was already taken aback by Lucas’s efforts.

“I saw it and it made me think of you,” Lucas revealed a bracelet with blue and black beads on it. “It’s the evil eye, it’s for protection against… Like, everything. Plus, blue is your favorite color, right?”

“It is, yeah,” Wallace was astonished. No one had ever given him a gift on a first date, or any date. He gently took the bracelet from Lucas’s palm and put it on. “This is so thoughtful… Since when do you know about crystals and evil eyes and things?”

“I was hanging out with Todd… I guess he’s into that stuff,” Lucas replied.

Wallace looked up and gazed into Lucas’s eyes. The connection between the two of them was like a magnetic pull. They smiled at each other and their gazing was abruptly interrupted by the waiter placing their food on the table.

“Thank you,” They said to the waiter simultaneously, snapping out of their trance.

Their meals sort of matched their personalities. Wallace did end up ordering a small pasta dish. It was light and slightly dainty, like him. Lucas ordered a burger. It wasn’t super sloppy or greasy, but it was big and full of toppings.

“It’s usually not polite to get a messy meal on the first date, y’know,” Wallace teased.

“Can you blame me? Look how good this looks!” Lucas argued. “Though, your pasta does look good.”

“You want a bite?” Wallace asked.

“Sure,” Lucas agreed.

Wallace stuck a piece of penne on his fork and fed it to Lucas. “I was hoping you’d say yes just so I could do that,” He admitted, a flirtatious look on his face.

“This is really good, you made a good choice,” Lucas said, mid-chew. “And, maybe I said yes hoping you’d do that.”

The meal went on, and they talked and laughed, and Wallace got a little tipsy.

“Oh, you got something on your face,” Wallace said, taking a napkin to Lucas’s cheek.

“And I’m the cliche one?” Lucas joked.

Once they left, Lucas drove Wallace home and they sat in his car for a moment.

“I had a lot of fun,” Lucas smiled. “We should do it again.”

“Absolutely,” Wallace replied. “That was the best date I’ve ever been on.”

Lucas was proud of himself. He kept smiling, which made Wallace smile, too. Their gazing trance started again, and Lucas decided to go for it. He kissed Wallace. Wallace was shocked at first, but he kissed back.

“Damn,” He sighed after the kiss. “You’re a great kisser.”

“And you’re slightly drunk,” Lucas laughed. “Do you want me to walk you to the door?”

“No, no, I’ll be fine. Scott’s still awake,” Wallace insisted. “I’ll call you!” He said, getting out of the car.

“How was it?” Scott asked as soon as Wallace walked through the door.

“It was…” Wallace sighed, plopping himself onto the armchair. “The dreamiest date ever.”

“Dreamy? At Sneaky Dee’s?” Scott questioned.

“As dreamy as a Sneaky Dee’s date could be!” Wallace giggled.

#lucas lee #wallace wells #lucas lee x wallace wells #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #spto #spvstw #spvtw #oneshot #fluff #anon #requests #writer #fanfic #fanfiction

34 notes · View notes

ghostlesswhispers · 1 year ago

Text

°˖➴ 𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝚃 ⋆· ༘ *

‧₊˚ ꩜彡┆𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈 .ᐟ

Ftm reader x Lucas Lee, fluff. Now that Scott is back, the show must go on. This time at the Rockit, a new band is introduced. Unlike Sex Bob-omb they have pretty good marketing, the posters plastered almost everywhere in Toronto. During a usual shift at second cup, a friend of Lucas's comes in for coffee and comes across a flyer on the board for the band along with that night's competition.

He suggests going out for drinks and checking it out, which soon has Lucas finding himself in the club of Rockit. Where he meets Scott and assumes he's another Scott but isn't, something that wasn't anything new as the two were known for getting mixed up at parties and things of the sort. After all the two had a couple things in common, with them both being the bass player for their bands. But Lucas finds himself drawn to the male, wanting to get to know him.

✎ᝰ.┆𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙴 .ᐟ

Lucas Lee X Ftm Reader, fluff.

Requested by an anon, I hope you enjoy it and I'm so sorry for the wait! <33

A sigh left your lips as you stood there, raising the beer bottle to your lips and taking a sip. You stood there tapping your foot against the floor, trying to calm your nerves. Your band was to be next, two bands after the one playing right now, compared to the opening band they were average. Nothing special but still people seemed to like them, their bass player was good or at least that's what you believed so you'd give that to them.

As for why you were standing here near the bar, trying to soothe any anxiety you had instead of making sure everything was ready with your band. You had needed a small break, something to distract you from all the overbearing thoughts that were filling your head. Which of course did become helpful in the end, just not the way you intended. As you listened to familiar faces or just random people who knew of you from parties speak to you about events or rumors they heard about "you", the first thing to ever leave some of their lips is usually the fact they thought you were dead.

Which truly confused you, when did you die? And that's when it hit you right there and then, they were getting you mixed with Scott Pilgrim. The loser who was dating or dated a highschooler, and the bass player of Sex Bob-omb who was coincidentally just now going on as you watched them move across the stage. Getting in their positions, this time an unfamiliar face following suit.

You sighed again as you questioned how anyone would get you mixed up with him unless they hadn't seen his face or knew his full name which was overall stupid, after all Scott was a pretty common name and it would be smart to get his last name but then again most of these people you met at parties so what did you expect. You truly found it irritating whenever you got mixed up with the male, it being slightly offensive as well. You did not date a highschooler and never would do anything so sick in the first place, you also did not die as you stood here now perfectly fine.

Which did make you wonder if he faked his death as he was now back, standing on the stage in one piece and alive as he played with Sex Bob-omb. The only reason you didn't confront people over this was because you were horrible when it came to socializing and there's the fact sometimes people would be messing around with you, and you wouldn't even realize. You also were overall just terrible with confrontation, leaving you to just respond with how they got the wrong Scott.

But that didn't matter now, setting the bottle down and taking a seat you pondered on ways to make your nervousness slowly dissipate as someone sat down next to you. "One beer, please." He beamed as he pulled his shades off, smirking at the bartender who immediately recognized him and got to grabbing the man a beer. Soon shifting to the side as his gaze trailed across the crowd and then settled on you, your eye's widened as his met yours.

This wasn't good, you were already dealing with anxiety and now you were sitting next to someone who didn't even look like he'd be found a club like Rockit, where they were now holding a competition for shitty bands to compete. Of course you knew better than to judge someone by their appearance, as who knows why he was here. And then there's the fact he could just have an eccentric taste, truthfully he looked like a Johnny Bravo wannabe but he was pulling it off at least.

But besides that fact, you felt intimidated by him and that just added onto you not being able to socialize well. As the male flashed a grin, "You don't have to stare at me like that, I know. I'm awesome." He stated as he took the beer from the man behind the counter. Picking up a pen as he immediately wrote his signature down on his recipet, then placing it down and handing you it. You were confused as your eyebrows furrowed, was he apart of a band perhaps?

You hadn't recognized any of the bands names on the list so it was hard to tell, if not then maybe some type of celebrity or something? But here in Rockit? Talk about strange, he did look like he could possibly be a model though. His tall and muscular build could easily be eye candy for a lot of people, so maybe he really was a model. It would make sense in a way with how he carried himself, you shook your head before finally asking the question that was plaguing your mind.

Taking the receipt as you spoke, "Sorry, who are you?" And just like that you were met with silence which you quietly panicked inside at. The man just peering down at you for a few minutes before repeating the question you had said out loud, "Who am I? Well, I'm the one and only Lucas Lee of course." His response didn't help you much but you knew you had heard the name before as you stared down at his signature on the receipt. You honestly didn't know what to say in return as you scrambled through your mind for an answer to where you had heard it from.

And that's when you were reminded of who he was, your eyes widening as you looked back up at the male. A famous actor, was he? You remembered your bandmate "Sookie" gushing about how he was now working at second cup, which was exactly where she had gotten his autograph. You had barely been paying attention as you watched her mouth move, that same glittery gloss she wore painting her lips. Seems his acting career was over because of some scandal you did not know of, or that's what you at least have memory of.

Your fingers loosely gripped the receipt as you nodded, about to say something before being interrupted by someone shouting your name. Two familiar figures were heading over to you, your eyes settling on them immediately as you questioned what they wanted. The two being Sookie and Mo, of course. Sookie had her hair tied up in a ponytail, the familiar black curls all bunched up. Her nails painted pink and that same glittery lip gloss she always wore on her lips, as she spoke out, her words were muffled by the bustling crowd around them.

Mo followed behind, his style never changing as he wore his regularly white button up shirt with some weird tie that matched his socks. Today's theme being, Garfield? Was that right? You couldn't tell really, as they moved through the crowd you waved them over. You were going to turn back to apologize to Lucas when a loud squeal was heard, you instantly recognized it as Sookie's as the two had finally made it over. Your eyebrows furrowing as you hoped you didn't have to deal with her fan-girling over the man while you stood there awkwardly, your nerves getting worse.

Her lips curved into a smile as she quickly made her way towards the two, settling right beside you. It was no lie that you loved Sookie but sometimes she could be too much for your own good, with her being a burst of joy and the talkative one of the bunch. While you tried to hide in the shadows because you were horrible with chatting and didn't understand social ques, which had made things pretty awkward at times. Causing you to get paranoid about how you appeared to certain people.

Sex Bob-omb was just now finishing their performance which soon led to a new band coming on stage, meaning Pocket Lint was next. That explaining why the two came out. Probably to make sure you were okay and didn't bale on them, which would be the least of their worries as Mo was always the one vanishing. It didn't matter much as he dealt with promoting and getting the bands name around, those flyers for Pocket Lint plastered all around Toronto being made by him after all.

He wasn't apart of their band anyways really as he had his own to deal with, him being new to Canada and American caught their guitarists attention. Then there was the fact he was apart of a semi-popular band which the male was having problems with, as you had heard all about him dipping on them during a show that Rockit held last week. Seems he was physically and mentally struggling with some things at the moment, as Sookie described how he had a whole new wardrobe and appearance switch. Wanting to change everything.

Arzhel their guitarist wanted to try and get him to join as he was his bands vocals, with Pocket Lint needing their own vocalist as Arzhel dealt with most of the singing and Sookie sticked to the drums while helping out with lyric writing. The three of you being tight knit together as you were their bass player, overall everything was pretty good and Mo helped quite a bit. So it was nice to have him around when needed.

You had just gotten another beer while you watched Sookie talk to the male, beaming about the band and other things. With Lucas soon ending it by giving her another autograph, this time signing her bag which filled her with excitement. Thank God it was just Lucas Lee out of all people, who knows what would've happened if you ran into Envy Adams. You'd have to hold her back from pouncing and bombarding the rockstar with questions, as well praise.

Of course that was a more dramatic reenactment of the situation but you wouldn't be surprised as Sookie absolutely adored the singer, which you truthfully found cute and it made everything easier as you knew exactly what to get when it came to presents. As you had gotten her Clash at demon's head latest album along with some other things you'd believe she liked for her last birthday, to say she was pleased would be an understatement.

As your face had blemishes on it, mainly because of the red lipstick that had beared her lips that night. The memory had brought a smile to your lips as you rolled your eyes, watching the woman finally make her way torwards Mo who seemed to be lost in conversation with a familiar face that you forgot the name of. Your eyes soon leaving the three as you glanced back at Lucas, who had just now asked you a question.

"You, have we met before?" You raised an eyebrow at his question, muttering a simple no as you pondered on why the two of you would've met which you then remembered he could possibly be talking about Scott Pilgrim. "I'm the other Scott, not Scott Pilgrim." He responded, his eyes meeting the male's eyes again. Watching as Lucas thought it over, nodding with a smirk. "Well other Scott, it's nice to meet you. I heard you're apart of a band?" He asked as he stood there.

He was interested in you, though of course that wasn't clear. He just found it amusing that you treated him as if he didn't use to be some famous star, the receipt you had from him now crumpled up and laying on the counter. You hadn't even realized you did that, just a regular occurrence of yours as you weren't the the type to keep receipts. You soon took another sip from the beer in hand, "Yeah," your lips parting as you stood there thinking of how to respond.

"We go on next, me and my band. Pocket Lint, we're pretty good. If you're not bored by the end you could come hang out, that's if you're interested. I'm sure Sookie would enjoy that." You wanted to say you would be happy to have him around for the night that way you could get to know him more but of course anxiety got the best of you, maybe come to an understanding as to why your drummer loved him so much besides well his looks.

You were fairly surprised that you had even managed to keep conversation with the male, perhaps the alcohol in your system pushed you a bit. Or Lucas just had an aura about him that made it easy to talk to him but even so you were still worrying about what he thought, after all he was a famous star in the past. You watched as the man grabbed a napkin, writing something down. Before holding it out, peering down at your hands to watch you take it before he brought his gaze back to your eyes.

"Definitely, I'll be there. Call me, won't ya?" He stated with a wink, your fingers brushed against his as you took the napkin while ignoring the playful wink he gave you. Reading his number over in your head as you stared down at it, you were careful as you put it in the bag hanging from your shoulder. Adjusting the strap before humming, "I should really get going, I don't want Arzhel yelling at me. I'll see you around though, later?" He questioned with a small smile which Lucas returned with "Of course." While waving you off as he ordered another beer.

Now here you and your band were stuck at Arzhel's house, Mo drunk, practically topless as his unbuttoned shirt hanged from his torso and wearing only his boxers along with it which were Garfield themed like the rest of his outfit. You were shocked to not find his bra to be Garfield themed at this point, talk about bold. But that's just how the male was, he even had a collection of converse's that were multiple colors. Wearing the black ones now, instead of his black oxfords. Which truly made the lasagna socks he had on pop, it sounded ridiculous and looked ridiculous in some people's eyes like Arzhel but hey it was a sense of style.

As for Arzhel he was currently picking up behind him, as he grabbed the familiar pair of black pin-striped pants off the floor of his living room. A cigarette dangling from his lips as he rolled his eyes, watching the other male empty a glass of red wine as he plopped down onto the couch next to Sookie. Her pulling his head against her body causing him to lean against her with a sigh as his gaze settled on you, he waved the glass at you with a smile which caused you to let out a sigh in response.

Pondering on if the male would be okay, since he had an argument with his bandmates, he had been sticking around when he could and if he wasn't then he was drinking or sleeping his problems away with some new random person he met at a party. Or at least trying to do so, the sound of Sookie humming as she ran her fingers through his hair with a smile was heard. You watched as Arzhel slowly made his way towards the two, peeling Mo's fingers away from the wine glass as he shut down his complaints with a soft hush.

The four of you were overall exhausted, it being an hour since you left Rockit with a drunk Mo. You had tried finding Lucas after your show but were swept away in the crowd, and in the end never found him, but you did have one thing. His number, you held the crumpled receipt and the napkin in your hand as you stared down at the numbers. Pondering on what to say if you called him, anxiety filling your chest as you listened to Arzhel ask Mo if he'd be staying the night which the male just scoffed and answered with an of course.

You then cursed under your breath before speaking, "Sorry, do y'all think y'all be able to take care of him without me? I have somewhere I want to be, if that's fine." Snookie smiled and nodded, not minding at all while Arzhel patted Mo on the shoulder as he rised. "Don't even have to ask, just don't go getting yourself into trouble and if you're drinking, get a friend. We'll take care of Mo, he'll be fine plus he's been staying at my place for a while anyways so I got him." He explained with a muffled tone as he moved, placing the clothes down on the coffee table before walking past you and nodding at you as he pulled the cigarette from his lips with an exhale.

Which you nodded in return, Sookie soon spoke as she glanced at you for a few minutes. "Have fun!" She winked, which caused you to raise an eyebrow but you shrugged it off. Making your way towards the front door, grabbing the coat off the rack and taking a step outside. Soon you had your phone in hand, pressing each button to dial in the actors number. Then bringing it to your ear as you walked, praying he'd pick up as you exhaled.

It didn't take long for someone to pick up on the other side of the line, you heard the familiar tone of Lucas's voice. "Hello, this is Lucas Lee speaking." Which earned a soft chuckle from you as you stopped in place, causing the male to speak again. "Other Scott?" He questioned, which caused you to picture him raising his eyebrow as he asked. "Yeah, it's me. Other Scott, or well just Scott," He pointed out as he started walking again, "I wanted to know if you're still up for hanging out, or is it too late?"

"No, not at all. I'm always ready for a party." A grin dancing on his lips as he joked, but you didn't catch it as you responded. "I meant alone but I could figure something out if you would prefer being around more people, my bandmates are resting so I might have to dig a bit online." You were soon met with his signature chuckle as you heard the sound of shuffling and digging through the phone, Lucas obviously doing something on the other side. "We can spend some time together, alone. Got a a place in mind?" His voice even thicker than how he had answered the phone at first, perhaps he had just been asleep before you called.

"There's a park, the one with that weird statue of some guy I forgot the name of. It's next to the skatepark if I remember." You soon trailed off as you pondered on the street name, soon telling him the location which caused Lucas to hum before speaking. "I'll be there, give me fifteen minutes. Nothing more, nothing less." It didn't take long before he hung up, you smiling as you fist pumped in your head. Glad that went well, as you relaxed. Your anxiety slowly dissipating, while you started walking at a faster place.

It didn't take long for you to arrive at the park, your hands fumbling with the receipt you still had as you tried to straighten it out as best as you could. Sitting on a bench as you waited for the man, the sound of wheels rolling against concrete soon reaching your ears. As you raised your head, you were met with the familiar figure of Lucas, this time wearing his leather jacket. His skateboard emitted a grinding noise as it grounded to a halt, the wheels scraping against the pavement.

Soon propelling the skateboard upward and effortlessly catching it in his hand, his eyes fixating on you as he moved torwards the bench and took a seat next to you. "So, come here often?" He wondered as his eyes fell on your face, his breathing releasing a visible puff of air from his lips. Then dissipating into the cold atmosphere, you nodded as you watched his lips. Something you had grown used to, always watching everyone's lips move as they spoke.

"I guess, I usually just come when I need a break or some fresh air. It's the perfect place to relax at night after a long day." You explained to him as you fidgeted with your fingers, glancing away every few minutes before focusing on his lips again as he started talking. "I see, it is quite nice. Peaceful even." His eyes not leaving you once as he watched your expression and body language, his eyes soon settling on the receipt that he didn't even notice you took after leaving the bar.

For some reason it made him feel warm, something so small but significant in a way. Even though you didn't know of him that much or minded him being an actor you still seemed to care, it was sweet in a way. His gaze followed your fingers as you blowed at them, trying to warm them up. You soon glancing at the male with an eyebrow raised, your lips parting as you pondered what had him so lost in thought.

What he said next really shocked you in a way, as you stared at him. "If you let me, I could help keep your hands warm." He uttered out loud, surprising himself even but it wasn't notable with his expression being blank. You wondered what he meant by that as you sat there, holding your hands out with a nod. Watching as he took hold of your hands, covering yours with his and bringing them to his lips as he intertwined his fingers with yours. Gently blowing at them, his eyebrows furrowing as he focused.

Your eyes widened at the gesture, it did help in a way but also caused a bubble of nerves to rise. But not the bad kind, more like butterflies in your stomach. You felt warm, you couldn't focus on his eyes or lips anymore. Just staring at your fingers as you thought of what to say, letting out a heavy breath. This wasn't what you expected for the night as you sat there, watching him closely. "Is that helping?" He asked as his eyes met yours making your breath get caught in your throat, making it even more difficult to say anything.

It took a minute before you could say anything, not being able to peel your eyes away from his. "Yeah, it is." You muttered, your voice coming out gravelly. You didn't pull your hands away and he didn't let go as his focus went back to your hands, continuing to gently blow at them. Silence filling the air as you both had sat there together, you savoring the moment of subtle intimacy as you acknowledged the way he squeezed your hands every couple minutes. If this was how you were to end your night, you didn't mind at all. If anything enjoying it.

Once done he lowered your hands but kept his fingers intertwined with them and truthfully you didn't want to pull your hands away, finding it comforting. As you leaned back against the bench, relaxing with a sigh of relief. Your gaze settling on the sky, it seems you'd be here for a bit and you didn't mind it all. Basking in the silence and the moment, he was right about it being peaceful but it was even better now that you had someone with you.

#Spotify #scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #lucas lee x reader #lucas lee

60 notes · View notes