#scott pilgrim vs the world fanfiction

[happy74827]

hey are requests open…. If so can I have Dom Matthew Patel x Sub female reader (lime)

Study Buddy

[Matthew Patel x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Things get a little heated after Matthew admits his feelings to you.

WC: 1831

Category: Spice/Lime, Fluff

Matthew as a Dom? Lmfao that’s a new one (personally he gives me total Sub vibes 🤷‍♀️), but a request is a request. Hopefully I wrote it to where you like it :)

『••✎••』

Matthew Patel. A nerd with an affinity for magic. The kind of guy you would see at your local comic book store or performing “One Day More” from Les Mis in an empty movie theatre.

He was also your best friend's ex-boyfriend. He was also currently on top of you.

The two of you were in your dorm room, and you had been studying. It was exam week at college, and you were cramming for your finals when you heard the familiar sound of someone opening your door. You were on the ground, papers, and books splayed out around you. Matthew stood, hands in his pockets.

His mouth hung open slightly as he took a deep breath.

"You're so..." He paused. "I mean, you look so..." He trailed off. You cocked an eyebrow.

"Matty… are you musical theatre-ing me right now? Because if so, I really need to study-"

"No! No, just listen." He said, sitting next to you. You could tell he was nervous, fiddling with his sleeves. "You're beautiful, you're smart, and you're my friend.”

“Uh… huh? Thanks, I guess, but where are you going with this exactly-?" You asked, trying to return to your work. He cut you off, standing.

"Ramona and I never worked out, and that's because she didn't like me. I get it, but you... You actually care about me and... and... I really… I like you a lot and... And... Can you not do that?!"

You stopped writing, looking up at him. You were surprised to see his face was red and that he was sweating slightly.

"Can I not what?"

"You're doing it! The thing! With your eyebrows! It's distracting me!"

"Matthew, calm down." You said, setting down your pencil and standing up. He was about parallel with you, height-wise. Not bad, considering he was a year older.

"No! This is a big deal! This is serious! I want... I want to ask you something."

You looked him in the eyes, confused.

"What is it, Matty?" You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked away.

"Will you... Go out with me?"

There was a long pause as you processed what had just happened.

"Matthew..." You said, and he visibly cringed.

"I knew it; I knew I was being too forward. I just-"

You cut him off with a hug, burying your face in his chest.

"You're really sweaty; did you know that?" You mumbled, and you felt him laugh. He returned your hug, pulling you in. “And to be honest, you do actually look like a major pirate in this lighting."

"Uh,” His face fell. "Thanks?"

"But, I happen to have a type, you see. Sweaty pirates with magic powers who quote musicals. And I'm pretty sure that describes you perfectly." You said, smiling as you felt his heartbeat pick up. He let out a soft sigh, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"That's... That's a relief."

The two of you stayed there for a moment before he cleared his throat and gently placed a hand on your cheek, making you look at him.

"So, uh, I haven’t done this in a while.”

“You mean since that week in seventh grade with Ramona?” You asked.

His face turned red. “Ramona told you that?! Oh man, did she tell you about Pilgrim, too, or... Okay, we don’t have to talk about this; let's just..."

He leaned down, and you felt his lips press against yours. It was gentle and sweet, and he pulled away, leaving you wanting more.

"You're such a dork, Matty."

"… A good dork, right?"

"Yeah, a good dork." You smiled, kissing his nose. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you again. For not having kissed someone in a long time, he was pretty good.

His hands slid down to rest on your hips, and your arms draped over his shoulders. Your hands tangled in his hair as his tongue gently pressed against your bottom lip, requesting entry.

You opened your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss. You felt your body being pressed against the wall behind you, and you let out a soft gasp. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, gently rubbing it against yours.

The kiss was messy, tongues and teeth clashing. It wasn’t the most elegant, but it was passionate and full of emotion.

He pulled away, looking down at you. His lips were red and swollen, his hair was messed up, and his face was flushed. You assumed you looked similar.

"… uhm, I think I accidentally set your textbook on fire."

You looked over to where you had been sitting and saw a large pile of ashes where your textbook had been.

"Aw, shit! Matthew, how am I supposed to take finals now?"

"Uhh... I’ll buy you another one. I'm sorry."

You gave him a look, and he looked down in shame. He looked like a sad puppy, and you sighed.

"Don't worry about it. I can just use my computer. And... Well, I wouldn't mind some help studying."

His eyes lit up, and he grinned, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Yeah, I can help. Anything for you, babe."

"Okay, ew, don't call me babe."

"Right, sorry. Honey, Sweetie, Darling, Cutie-"

"Matthew."

"Right. Sorry. Anyway, what was it that you were studying for again?"

You laughed, and the two of you got to work, studying and laughing together. Except, you didn’t study because you were too busy making out. But, that was probably the best studying of all.

The floor became your bed, and it was covered in papers. But you didn’t mind. Because the boy who had previously been known as a nerd with mystic abilities and questionable taste in music was now on top of you, kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Matthew didn’t strike you as the type of guy to take charge. In fact, you would have been surprised if he wasn't a virgin. But as he whispered to you, his hands running along your sides, his lips pressing against yours, his body pressed against yours... You could tell he wanted this just as much as you did.

It didn’t take long before you matched his energy, becoming a sweaty, blushing, panting mess. Your hands were under his shirt, running along his torso. His skin was hot, and you were sure your hands were sweaty. But he didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, he seemed to enjoy it if the groan that came from his mouth when your hand brushed across a particularly sensitive area was anything to go by.

Your name rolled off his tongue, and your heart raced as he whispered into your ear again.

"Do that again, please..."

And who were you to refuse such a polite request?

You sat up, and he adjusted his position so that he was kneeling between your legs, your arms around his neck, and your forehead pressed against his.

His coat was discarded, and the two of you were a blushing mess. His breathing was heavy, and so was yours. Your clothes had become disheveled, and your hair was messy.

But that didn’t matter because the way he was looking at you made you feel more beautiful than you ever had before.

"Y-you're amazing." He muttered, his hand on your hip. "I've liked you for so long. And now, we're here. I never thought I would be this close to you, ever. You're amazing."

You blushed, looking down.

"Matthew, you're embarrassing me."

"Sorry, I just... I need to say it: you're... you're so gorgeous."

You blushed harder, burying your face in his neck and taking a deep breath. He smelled like pine and smoke, and his hair tickled your face.

You felt him chuckle, a deep rumble in his chest. His fingers gently stroked your sides, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He then moved his head so his lips were against your ear.

"You wanna hear a secret?"

"Yes, please."

"My favorite musical is The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Not the Disney movie, but the actual play."

You burst out laughing, looking up at him. He smiled, looking proud of himself.

"Oh, god, Matthew, why?"

"What? I like the songs! I sang it back in high school. Granted, I sang it behind the curtains because I was only picked for the ensemble, but I still like it!"

You couldn’t stop the laughter coming from your mouth, and he began to laugh as well. His laugh was more of confusion than anything else, but it was adorable nonetheless.

"God, you're such a nerd."

"Oh, like you aren't a nerd as well! What was it that you were listening to on your laptop the other day? 'Hamilton' or something?"

"Okay, first of all, Hamilton is amazing, and I will not let anyone, not even you, say otherwise."

"Fair enough. But, can we continue now?"

"I mean, you could just sing a song from the Hunchback of Notre Dame for me."

He laughed, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

"Maybe later." He said, and his lips were back on yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. His hands found their way under your shirt, gently running along your sides. He was gentle and sweet and very eager. His touches were light and loving, and it didn't take long for him to become more confident.

Soon, the kisses became rougher and sloppier, his touches more firm. His hips bucked into yours, and you groaned, breaking the kiss. He grinned, doing it again. You let out a shaky breath, gripping his hair.

"Matty..."

"Yeah?"

"Those demon… girls? , the uh... the ones that follow you around. Can they see us? I really don't want them watching."

His head perks up, watching you.

"Uh, not if I don't want them to. They usually stay in my shadow so they can't see. Besides, I've told them that I'm done with the whole vengeance thing. They're chill."

"Oh, okay.”

He kissed your cheek, and his lips were back on yours in a second, kissing you hungrily. His hands roamed your body, and your hands tangled in his hair, pulling slightly.

Yeah, you didn’t study that night. The excitement was too much. Instead, the two of you stayed in each other’s arms for hours, the smell of burning paper surrounding the room.

Excluding the fact that Matthew had burned your textbook and possibly owed you an entire binder full of notes, you had no complaints.

Matthew Patel might be a nerd, a loser, and a total weirdo to some. But to you, he was the sweetest, most loving, and the most wholesome person you had ever met.

And, as he pressed a kiss to your temple and muttered an "I love you," you couldn't help but smile and think that maybe, just maybe, there was some truth to the "nerds can get chicks" stereotype.

[lys1th3a]

✨Wallace Wells x Female!Reader HCs✨

He leaves you for a man.

(Yes, this was inspired by the Marcille x Male!Reader post)

[agaypanic]

Kinktober is cumming Coming

october is in like a week or two which means that kinktober is in like a week or two!! i plan to have a fic for every day, but with college starting (first day is literally tomorrow omfg) i cant promise that a fic will come out on it's intended day

soooo if you don't wanna miss a kinktober fic, i have great news for you! not only will i have a kinktober masterlist, but i will also have a kinktober taglist. since ill be writing for a lot of different characters, you can ask to be tagged in every fic, fics for a certain fandom(s), or fics for a certain character(s). if you want to be tagged for a fandom or character, i can also add you to a taglist for my regular fics if you'd like (ppl part of my regular fandom/character taglists will be tagged in these fics unless they say otherwise)

heres a list of all the fandoms + characters that'll be a part of my kinktober 2024 masterlist:

Jurassic Park: Ellie Sattler

Saltburn: Felix Catton, Farleigh Start

Twilight: Carlisle Cullen, Emmett Cullen

Mean Girls: Regina George

Scott Pilgrim VS. The World: Gideon Graves

Heathers: J.D.

Ghostbusters: Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler

Five Nights at Freddy's: Mike Schmidt

Pitch Perfect: Beca Mitchell

What We Do In The Shadows: Nadja of Antipaxos, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nandor the Relentless

That 70's Show: Steven Hyde, Eric Forman

Hot Fuzz: Nicholas Angel

[daviesaveme]

crudely colored scollace

in my head they had a little thing at some point

[mistress-of-malevolence]

Okay, so I read a lot of scollace fics and sometimes they have Scott get a job or got a job off screen. I like this, but realistically he would not.

Unless

And hear me out-

____mini fic____

Wallace was sitting in his chair reading a book while Scott sat on the floor playing a video game. The ambiant 'boops' and 'beeps' sounding off in time with the soft clicking of buttons under Scott's thumbs. It was peaceful, like any other night. Like every other night, really, which is exactly why Wallace was annoyed. It had been years of this. When they first moved in together, it was only supposed to be for a few weeks. Then a few weeks turned into a few months, then an indefinite amount of time until Scott was back on his feet. It's been years of this, and while Wallace doesn't mind that much to have Scott as his sugar baby, it does frustrate him how absolutely shameless he is about it.

"when are you going to get a job?" He asks without looking away from his book, breaking the comfortable silence.

"uhh... Soon..." Scott answers, distracted by his game.

"how soon is 'soon', guy?"

"uh... Um... At some point?"

Wallace let's slip a sigh, more annoyance in it than he meant. "Even if this apartment is crappy, it's not cheap for me to pay for it plus everything else myself, you know. If you don't get a job, I'm going to kick you out."

"Pssh" the redhead lets out a dismissive noise. "You always say that, you're not going to kick me out."

More video game sounds come from the tv.

Wallace doesn't say anything to retort that, he knows he's not wrong. Why him? Why did he have to care about this moron so much to the point he'd let him ruin his life?

Scott continues "Besides, do I even really need a job? Once my band gets popular, I'll have tons of money and we can move into an even better place than this."

"Your band sucks, Guy." Wallace retorts dryly.

"Hey! Does not, you're just being a hater."

The room falls back into that silence again, the only sound to be heard is that from the TV and the clicking of Scott's controller.

This is how it always goes. Seems that even the threat of kicking him out has lost its weight with the frequency of Wallace using it yet never backing it up. Should he actually do it this time? He wouldn't kick Scott out for real, but maybe he could change the locks while having Stacy get him out of the house? A night outside might get his ass in Gear. But then again, probably not.

Wallace was at a loss. Maybe this was it. Maybe he'd be resigned to letting Scott Pilgrim mooch off of him for the rest of his days, all because he was cute and stupid.

Wallace looked up from his book finally, resting his head in one hand as he studied the back of his roommate. No shame. Not an ounce to be seen in his body language. One had to wonder how such an unmotivated idiot made it this far. The fact he was even still alive was probably thanks to Wallace and yet he didn't seem to feel like he was doing anything wrong by letting him take care of him. He just sits there, playing his video game without a care in the world.

Wallace shifts his gaze to the screen, it's a sonic game, though he isn't sure which one.

Yep. Not a care in the world. Wallace was almost jealous of that. Oh how blissful it must be to be so ignorant.

The silence stretched on for a while, until without thinking anything of it, Wallace muttered under his breath "... Sonic would want you to get a job."

Suddenly, a game over noise sounded off from the TV, Scott was still as a statue.

"uh, Scott?" Wallace tried after a beat passed and he still hadn't started playing again.

"yoohoo? Earth to Scottie?" Wallace leaned forward and waved a hand in front of the younger man's face. This managed to get Scott's attention, as he quickly turned his head to look Wallace in the face.

"You really think Sonic would want me to get a job?"

Wallace stared back into his roommates eyes, his own crinkling with mischief as the idea hit is brain.

A week later, Scott Pilgrim would start going out to apply for jobs.

____

And yeah, that's basically how I think that would happen.

Thanks for reading I guess, I didn't mean to write a whole one shot but here we are.

[theghostoficarus]

Scott pilgrim fan fiction is honest to god PEAK

here’s a link to the fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54497305/chapters/140805103#workskin

[boy-in-the-stars]

I think in the early stages of their relationship, when they got to the point where they’d make out and stuff, Scott would just get super nervous and awkward and flustered and sometimes in the middle of kissing would just close his mouth and blurt out some random video game (probably sonic) fact to ease his tension and Wallace would just stare at him in confusion and kind of like. Frustration because why is his boyfriend talking about sonic while he’s trying to be intimate?? Also this isn’t a request, I just wanted to share a head-canon, so no pressure to write anything! Scollace eating away at my brain…..

Wallace and Scott are making out.

Wallace starts to run his hands through Scott’s hair.

“Hey- hey, Walls,”

“Yeah?”

“Did you know- did you know that- the original ‘princess’ in the Mario games isn’t even a princess?”

Wallace sits up. “What?”

Scott looks flustered. “Yeah, her name is Pauline,” He pants.

Wallace sighs. “That’s great, buddy.”

[c0ffee-gh0ul]

Hi! May I request Matthew Patel x confident fem/gn reader? I haven't seen much of those!

hi! sorry this is a little short, i tried my best and i hope you like it!

HEADCANONS: MATTHEW PATEL X CONFIDENT READER

Matthew LOVES having a confident partner! He can be pretty confident, especially on the stage, so he enjoys having someone who can match that!

Speaking of the stage, Y/N and Matthew absolutely do shows together, even if they’re impromptu improv shows alone in their house, or something small to show their friends.

Y/N doesn’t care what anyone thinks of them. Although he can be confident too, Matthew struggles with that. Y/N tries to help him build up that part of his confidence!

Because of how open they are, Y/N can get criticism from others sometimes. Matthew is shocked at how well they take it.

Y/N still has their fears, although they seem fearless on the outside. Matthew helps them face their fears!

[moonsghostwriter]

Matthew Patel x GN!Reader HCs

I'm sooo normal about him I swear

> Sitting in his lap and doing his eyeliner for him, despite the fact that he can do it himself, he likes letting you do it

> Will ask you to sing musical theater duets with him. It Takes Two from Into The Woods? You have it memorized. Love Song from Pippin? Don't even get him started.

> One time you played Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica in the car just to mess with him

> He almost screamed

> "Y/N WHAT IS THIS SONG?" "What you don't like it?"

> His demon chicks are basically like annoying little sisters and constantly tease you two

> "Eww! They're kissing!" "I DIDN'T EVEN SUMMON YOU GIRLS!"

> Loves giving you forehead kisses, even if you're taller than him, he will get on his tippy-toes and kiss your forehead!!!

> Has real bad abandonment issues... like... real bad.

> Pinky promise believer

> "Y/n do you love me?" "Yes, Matty I love you." "Pinky promise?"

> He can and will challenge you to theatre trivia. He wins every time.

> Likes to lay his head on your chest

> Whenever you cuddle he'll hold onto your waist and lay his head on your chest. He just likes being near you

[kairiscorner]

so after watching the scott pilgrim movie + anime and currently reading issue 2 of the comic, i have thus been inspired to make band au's (and other tropes from the movie + anime) of hq and jjk bc ... yes it is current brainrot rn HUHU

[danicalithegirl]

Threshold (One Shot #11)

One lazy Saturday afternoon, Eddie and I were hanging out on the couch, flipping through channels, when I casually mentioned a movie I’d seen a hundred times but knew Eddie hadn’t yet. “Wait… you’ve never seen Scott Pilgrim vs. The World?” I asked, turning to him with wide eyes.

He shrugged, looking a little sheepish. “Uh… no? Is it good?”

“Is it good?” I repeated, laughing. “Eddie, you’ll love it. It’s basically your dream life—rockstar meets video game fantasy.”

Without waiting for an answer, I grabbed the remote and pulled it up to stream. Eddie sprawled out on the couch, his head resting on my lap, and as soon as the opening credits started, I could tell he was hooked. The fast-paced action, the music battles, the quirky humor—it was like the movie was tailor-made for him. His eyes were glued to the screen, and every so often he’d let out an excited laugh or nudge me, pointing at something cool.

When the movie ended, he sat up, grinning like a kid. “Holy shit, that was awesome!” he exclaimed. “I am Scott Pilgrim, aren’t I? I mean, except cooler.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Oh, you wish,” I teased. “But yeah, you’ve got a point. Rockstar, a little awkward at times… I see it.”

He leaned back, his arms stretching out behind his head, clearly soaking in the comparison. “I am Scott Pilgrim. I’m in a band, I shred on guitar, and I’m with this badass girl.” He gave me a cheeky grin.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Okay, first off, your band’s way more successful than Scott’s, so you’ve already got him beat there. And second…” I paused, reaching for his hand, “you didn’t have to fight any evil exes to win me over. You did that all on your own—with your charm, musical talent, and, yeah, okay, your good looks.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “You think I’ve got good looks, huh?”

I rolled my eyes again, but couldn’t help smiling. “Don’t let it go to your head, Munson. I’m just stating facts.”

He leaned in, smirking. “You know, I wouldn’t mind having my own evil exes to fight. Might be kinda fun.”

I shook my head, laughing. “Yeah, no thanks. I think you’ve got plenty to handle with the real world—and besides, you won me over fair and square. No battles needed.”

Eddie grinned, squeezing my hand. “Well, that’s ‘cause I’m Eddie Munson. I don’t need evil exes to prove my love.”

I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “Exactly. You’re better than Scott Pilgrim—he only wished he could be you.”

Eddie gave me that wide, cocky grin of his, and then grabbed his guitar from where it was leaning against the couch. He quickly started playing Threshold, from memory, but not very well.

[happy74827]

sub!matthew x reader PLEASE I need him. I am loosing it !!!!😇

Surprises and Candles

[Matthew Patel x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: It's your one-year anniversary, and given the surprise he gave you, you decide it's time for him to have a surprise of his own.

WC: 2393

Category: Spice/Lime

One Sub!Matthew coming right up 🫡🫡

『••✎••』

“Close your eyes!” Your hands covered his shoulders. You were a giggling mess while he looked at you, slightly confused. His body was trembling a little, waiting for something to happen. It was almost midnight, and he was dressed in all black with a small red tie.

You had been dating for almost a year and had never gone any farther than kissing, but you were determined to change that. Given that it was your anniversary and you’d just gotten back from a Broadway show, you decided it was time. You had seen him all dolled up, and it was hot, so you wanted to make a night of it.

Matthew was like a little puppy when he got excited. He was getting giddy with anticipation just from your smile. When he first met you, he didn't believe that someone so lovely would want to spend their life with a… well, with him. But now he had his own place and a good paying job, he felt like he could really make it as an actor, but it was all because of you.

It was his idea for the Broadway show. You mentioned to him about how you were interested in musical theater. You mentioned a show all the way back in your childhood, and since Matthew memorized everything that you’ve ever said, he remembered it. And when it made a return to Broadway, he made sure he had the tickets to see it with you.

You were over the moon, especially when the leading lady tripped and fell on her face on opening night. A little comedy to lighten the mood, right? Matthew got all dolled up, you dressed to the nines, and you went out to celebrate your one-year anniversary. It was perfect.

The moment you two got home that was when your plan to make the night special began.

He still stood there, still confused, but he was a good sport about it. So he obliged and closed his eyes. You told him to stay put as you ran into the bathroom. When you came out, you had a few items in your hand. He looked so cute and handsome that you couldn't help but kiss his cheek before you stepped back.

"I want you to hear my voice, and only my voice, okay? I don't want to distract you," you said. “But… uh, it involves your fireballs.”

You could feel his body tense up. His jaw dropped, but you ignored him as you backed away, placing a set of earbuds in your ears.

You figured the best way to calm him down was to hum an old lullaby he heard from you. As you began to hum, you changed into your “surprise.” Matthew was mumbling up a storm. You couldn’t hear him that well, but you could tell he was worried. Scared.

It didn't help when you finally told him to open his eyes because when his eyes met yours, they went wide. His heart was racing, and so was yours.

“Do you like it?”

It was something you’d never thought you’d wear in a million years—a red, feathered bridal robe. The top was adorned with ruffles, while the bottom was simple but elegant. It was made of silk and came in a small box.

You remembered when Matthew took you out to eat one time. You had mentioned your grandma used to own one and would wear it all the time. He thought it was the cutest thing ever, and since he seemed sad when you mentioned you didn't end up having it, you had one delivered.

He looked over at you. His jaw was on the floor, his eyes glued to you. You were smiling and twirling and laughing, all for him.

"I got it at Victoria’s Secret. A pain to get there, but every time I do, it’s worth it."

He gulped, "…who’s Victoria, and why is she in secret?"

You rolled your eyes, walking over to him, "Matty, it’s a store. Victoria is the store."

He still looked confused as you put your arms around his neck. Your heart was pounding, not because of him but the fact that all those memories of your grandmother in the robe flashed in your head. You hadn't seen her in years, and here you were, wearing something so feminine in her honor. You gave him a little wink as you leaned in and kissed him.

His arms wrapped around you, and he kissed you back. His tongue pressed against your lips. You opened your mouth for him and let him deepen the kiss. It felt like he wanted to swallow you whole. His hand reached up and started to caress your cheek. His other arm squeezed your ass.

When he finally pulled away, he had this gleam in his eyes. A look you've only seen on his face when he talked about his dream to be an actor.

"Don’t I look like Mrs. Claus? I feel like Mrs. Claus.” You giggled again. You tugged at his tie, pulling him even closer. Of course, he was already close. You were practically in his lap. But you wanted to make sure he got the message.

Again, Matthew didn’t say anything. He just gulped down some more air. He looked at you up and down, and it honestly felt like the whole room was getting warmer. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, "Matty, what's wrong?"

His body shook a little, and he gulped. “N-Nothing, I just…”

"I thought you liked it?" Your voice was soft. Your eyes met his, and you could feel your heart thumping even harder. You really were nervous now. With every minute he didn’t speak, the more scared you became.

…Did he hate it? Was it a bad idea? Did you overdo it? Oh God, what if you went too far?

Your words must’ve finally been processed in his mind because he quickly shook his head. He bit his lip as he stared at you, "No, oh no, no, no, I do, I love it, you're amazing, this... this is amazing." He paused again and took another breath. His eyes widened, "I'm just... wow."

"Thank god. I was worried." You laughed nervously. "This was expensive, so, uh, if you don't like it..."

"You look like you. I love it. It's perfect."

"Are you sure? Because-"

"I'm absolutely positively sure. I promise this is... oh my... wow."

Matthew was still a bit shaky, but you were relieved. It was dark in the room, but even in the dark, you could tell he was blushing. It was a look you could get used to. You felt the butterflies in your stomach, and you gave him a little smirk,

"Well, since you like it so much..." You started to kiss his neck and nibbled his ear. "...and you're so handsome..." You could feel his grip tighten. His face was in the crook of your neck, and you could feel his hot breath. "...I can show you just how much I love it."

"Is that what my fireballs are..." His voice was so raspy. You loved when he sounded like that. He only spoke like that when he was completely and utterly flustered. "...are for?"

You let out a little giggle as you took his hands into yours. You intertwined your fingers and kissed the back of his hand, "Kinda, I have candles. A lot of them."

"Wait, why? What for?" He sounded so confused, and you just smiled as you pulled him into the bedroom. You were right about the candles; there were practically thirty of them, all lined up and ready to be lit. And there was a small table set up with a nice bottle of champagne and a bottle of red wine. The bottle was already open.

"I might have been a little lazy... but looking at it, you can tell it's a lot of work," You admitted. "And I was trying to be fancy, but-"

"This is great!" Matthew finally broke his hand free from yours, and he immediately took off his jacket. You could feel his smile. He snapped his fingers, the tip of his index became a small flame, and he quickly lit each of the candles. Luckily for you, Matthew used his mystical powers enough to know the exact amount of power needed to light every single candle in this room. The first time he "attempted" to use his fireballs on purpose, he almost burnt the apartment complex down. It was his apartment, too, fortunately.

Once all the candles were lit, he waved away the flame from his finger and turned towards you again, waiting. His mouth hung open a little, his eyes wide with anticipation. He was trying to control his excitement, but it was no use. You saw it written on his face. He looked like a kid waiting to open a birthday present.

You took the initiative; you always had to; Matthew was still in his own head. He had a tendency to overthink things. It took some time for you two to get to know each other, and he still had that anxiety and self-doubt that'd been ingrained into him since his youth. But with some time, some patience, some trust, and love, he finally started to believe you.

And now here you were, kissing him passionately and slowly, pulling off the tie that hung around his neck. He reached up and touched your cheek as you kissed him, your hands still caressing the small of his back. He made a small noise; the sound was music to your ears. He made the cutest sounds when he was flustered. You let out a giggle as you pulled away, "Oh, I'm just getting started, Matthew Patel."

You kissed his cheek, his neck, his jaw; you even nibbled at his earlobe. You could hear him trying to take in air, but he was failing. His hands went around you, squeezing your body as if to tell you he was yours. All yours.

You could hear his voice break a little as he whispered your name. It was almost inaudible, but you heard it, and it made your heart beat even faster. You pressed your body against him as you moved him to the bed, laying him down. He looked up at you with those beautiful brown eyes. The sparkle and glint in them told you that he wanted you, but he was too scared to ask. You kissed him again, letting him relax.

He moaned into the kiss, and you smiled. He had no idea what he did to you. You straddled his body as you pressed your chest to his. You could feel his body temperature rising, and despite the fact he was always above room temperature, he became unbelievably hot when he got this worked up.

He tried to kiss you back, but his body was shaking so hard that it was impossible. His eyes closed tightly, and his arms wrapped around you. You took in a deep breath and unbuttoned the first few of his buttons before kissing his neck. You could hear him gulping down more air, trying to stay calm, as your lips met his collarbone. His body shivered beneath you. You sucked, bit, kissed, and nibbled at his skin, all while working on the buttons of his shirt.

When you pulled back, you had to laugh. Matthew was in a trance. He wasn't saying a word; his hands were now limp on the bed. He looked like he had just been hit with a bolt of lightning or like you had just kicked him out of a plane with no parachute. His face was bright red and glistening from sweat. His hair was sticking up in all different directions. His jaw was practically on the floor, and his eyes were glazed over.

He didn't even seem to realize you had stopped kissing him because his arms started to flail around as he started to sit up, "Wh-wh-why did-" He swallowed hard, "What was-"

You kissed his cheek, and he fell back into bed again. His chest was still rising and falling. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack. He opened his mouth and then closed it again as if he was trying to say something. Finally, he mustered the strength to mumble your name.

You only replied with more laughter as you continued to kiss his chest and stomach. His hands went around your waist. You could feel him trying to grab hold of something, anything. He couldn't even control his own body anymore. His fingers were shaking, and the grip on your waist was so tight that you were sure it would bruise. But he was still breathing. His eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling as if it held the secrets of the universe.

You knew you had to stop teasing him before you went any further because he wasn't going to last very long if you continued to tease him. And the longer you teased him, the more he would panic and the less likely he would be to enjoy it. So you slowly kissed his chest and his stomach, and then your lips went back to his.

His breathing finally started to even out when he returned your kisses, but he still had a little twitch in his body. A sign of nervousness and anticipation, but still, he was relaxed enough to be able to kiss you back. He was a lot calmer now than he was when he first saw you in the robe. And that was your goal all along.

So, as you two lay there, kissing in the candlelight, you knew you made the right decision. You knew Matthew was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. The moment your eyes met his, that first time he helped you with your luggage, it all made sense. It was almost as if the world knew you two were meant to be.

And, as the robe shredded off you and his hands met your bare skin, you realized he felt the same. And as his kisses went lower and lower, and his fingers gripped your thighs, you knew this was going to be a night you would never forget.

[0dd-ingram]

My school has ao3 blocked??

Girl... what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament?

[scared-of-girls]

TALKING ABOUT MY POST CANON FAN FICTION BECAUSE IM GETTING CLOSER TO POSTING IT

It’s called Lost in Space! The fan fiction centers around what I think could have happened when Scott and Ramona decided to start over, along with visiting the other characters and what happens to them as they start to move on with their lives. I’m trying to put as many canon characters as possible but I am not featuring Ramona’s exes because this is a new chapter type of thing.

The plot explores subspace becoming disoriented and broken due to a group of seven evil rival ninjas that Scott and Ramona have to defeat. Seven being the number is supposed to be an ironic like “oh no here we go again” type of thing.

The Scott Pilgrim series was heavily focused on their internal conflicts and working through them, and I thought it’d be fun to use this to explore relationship dynamics and mix of turmoil and bliss that comes with the process finally settling into adulthood after their ever so late coming of age.

so sorry if you ever read that really bad pineflowers fic i have posted, i hate it and im probably not finishing it i was just too lazy to take it down

[thefaearealwaysamongyou]

What up Toddlee fandom, I just finished my oneshot that took entirely too long to write because I couldn't settle on a plot idea!!!!

I just finished writing one that I started after I got frustrated with the first idea (I'll come back to it later probably), but I can't decide on the name

[gender-thief2]

doing some research on roxie for a fic im writing- and apparently she was born on the moon??😭 i really need to read the fourth book hopefully it has context

it also says shes “half ninja” and i don’t really know what that means…like is she mixed? we need more roxie richters lore guys