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Right Next Door.

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pairing: Kim Pine x GenderNeutral!Reader (uses they/them pronouns but also Wallace hits on you)

requested by kingcarlofconnecticut-blog. thanks for the request! lets go kim pine lovers.

word count: 2298

warnings: drinking and mentions of food, also mentions of overly competitive mario kart

summary: kim moves in at the apartment next to yours. you're shy, and she and her friends literally drag you out of your shell to compete in a drunk mario kart competition.

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“Let us know if you need anything, sweetie!” Kim’s parents wave her goodbye from their car. The redhead gives a wave back, before turning back to the new building where her new apartment now lies. She needed a new scene, and living with her parents got really depressing as the year passed. She regarded the plus sides, with her new place being near to everyone else and work– no longer needing the long bus drive to and from home.

Shatterband was still going on, to her and Scott’s surprise. She just really liked playing drums, and neither of them really cared if they sounded bad. They were broadening their horizons, well, as much as they could with only playing at Scott’s place and having his cat be their only audience. They’re now moving on from covers of songs from 60s bands to songs from 90s bands. “Very distinct advancement, Neil. You wouldn’t get it.” Kim recalls Scott telling their young friend.

She walks up to the door of her apartment, the keys in her hand. Before she could unlock her door, the neighbor in the apartment next to her suddenly opens their door and heads out. They both lock eyes, and she sees the neighbor gulp.

“Uh, hey. I just moved in.” Kim greets them. The neighbor just gives the drummer a nod, before quickly retreating back to their apartment. Kim gets a puzzled look on her face, chuckling slightly, before entering her own apartment.

That was not one of your best moments. You were already late for work, waking up late in the morning. You sped through your apartment, getting ready, as you step out the door you just freeze.

You had heard about someone new moving in in the apartment near yours. You didn’t expect her to be so cute. Freckles, red hair, a track jacket that hugged her like armor. You just couldn’t get a word out. You felt heat coming up to your cheeks, you were flustered, and you had no idea how to deal with it. You give her nod, and get right back in your apartment, leaning against the door. A few moments later, you hear the door to her place close, and you breathe out a sigh.

You head out hesitantly, and speed to work. You can lament your lack of charisma later.

***

The day ends uneventfully, and you start to head back home. You pass by a liquor store, and decide to get the new neighbor a bottle of wine to welcome her in the building.

You get to her door, your hand raised ready to knock, but you hesitate. Uncertainty fills you. She probably thinks I’m a weirdo after this morning. You go back to your apartment and get a post-it note to leave on the bottle. You write a simple ‘Welcome to the neighborhood!’ and write down your apartment number, and stick it on the label. You leave the bottle to the side of the door, and then head back to yours.

***

Kim has been unpacking everything out of their boxes the whole day. She’s somewhat not particular about how things are organized, but she keeps things neat. The living room and kitchen were somewhat done, and all the majority of the boxes left are in her bedroom. Her phone rings at the kitchen counter, and she stands up from the floor to get it.

“Yeah?” She says, still looking around in her apartment. It was still something to get used to.

“Hey, Kim. I heard you got a new place. How is it?” Ramona’s voice inquires, her curious voice sounds from the device.

“It’s good, Rammy. Still adjusting,” Kim says, kicking an empty box.

“Well, how about we have dinner there? Like, a housewarming thing.” She can hear Ramona’s smile in her tone. Kim lets out a sigh.

“Fine. But no Italian food. I’m still recovering from that monstrosity of pasta that Scott cooked up last week.” Kim says, teasingly. She hears a distant angry shout through the line, recognizing it as Scott’s.

“It was one time! I didn’t get the right cheese!” She hears Ramona chuckle, and the two women say their goodbyes.

Kim decides to speed up unpacking. Her bedroom closet gets filled, along with the wardrobes and the cabinets. By the time she’s done cleaning up all the empty boxes, there’s a knock on the door.

She opens it in a flash, Scott and Ramona appearing with food and a bottle of wine. Kim looks at the beverage. “I thought you were more of a tequila girl, Rammy.”

“Actually, we found this at your door. Looks like a neighbor wanted to welcome you in.” Ramona says, shrugging off her coat. Scott puts the food down on the kitchen table. “Making friends already, Kimberly?” Ramona teases.

Kim gives her a look. “No. I can barely tolerate you guys,” She says, inspecting the bottle. “I think I saw them earlier. Acted uh, unusual.”

Scott turns to her. “Like, creepy-murderer unusual or collects-locks-of-hair unusual?”

Ramona pats him on the shoulder. “I think those are the same type of unusual.”

“They weren’t creepy. I think I kinda spooked them, or something.” Kim says, unsure. “Well, who in the world would be scared of you?” Scott says, sarcastic and smiling.

The redhead promptly smacks him on the head.

***

You head out for work a little earlier the next day. You step out, and lock your door, and you don’t notice Kim doing the same at her door.

“Hey,” she calls for your attention. You look at her, your hands freezing with your keys and the doorknob. “Thanks for the wine. I appreciated it.”

You finish locking your door, and turn to her. You fiddle with your keys. “Oh, no problem. Welcome to the building.” You avoid her eyes, shyness overcoming you.

She looks at you, eyes roaming over your form. “I’m Kim. I never caught your name.”

You introduce yourself to her, holding your hand out for a handshake. She takes it, and gives you a small smile.

You walk together to the elevator. As the doors close, she turns to you. “Where are you headed?” She asks.

“Oh, uh, work. I work at this office building downtown.” You explain, nodding. “Sounds soul-sucking.” She comments, voice flat, and it makes you chuckle. “Oh, you have no idea.”

“Where, uh, where are you headed?” You ask, hands buried deep into the pockets of your work pants.

“I’m heading to a friend’s. He’s always getting into something stupid.” Kim sighs, slightly complaining. You lightly chuckle.

“Sounds like good company,” you mumble, slightly teasing. Kim looks at you, a small smile on her lips. “Yeah, he’s an idiot.”

The elevator dings, and you both get out. You give her a wave of goodbye, and throughout the day you keep thinking about her small smile.

***

When you get home that day, as you walk into the hallway, you hear loud laughing and voices in Kim’s apartment. Before you get to your door, her door suddenly opens. A man walks out looking slightly tipsy, still looking at someone inside the apartment. “I swear guys, the pizza is here- Oh.” His eyes land on you, blatantly checking you out with half-lidded eyes. “Hey stranger.”

“Wallace! Get back here, you bitch.” Another male voice comes from the apartment. Kim walks to the door, spotting you. “Oh, hi.” She greets you.

You give her a wave, ducking your head in shyness. “Kim, who is this?” The dark haired guy slurs his words slightly, leaning against the threshold of her door.

“Wallace, this is my neighbor. Do not.” She looks him in the eyes, warning slightly. Another person came up to the door, a guy with light brown hair, and he looked even drunker than the other guy. “Oh hey! You’re the neighbor! Come in! We’re playing Mario Kart.”

“Oh, uh,” you clear your throat, awkwardly leaning on the wall, “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

The two men try to usher you inside Kim’s apartment, encouraging you. You look at Kim, and she gives you a small smile. “I mean, I don’t mind.” She says, suddenly looking away, a bit of red on her cheeks.

The drunk men cheered and continued to drag you inside. You look around at her apartment, admiring the decor. You see the rest of Kim’s friends crowded around her TV, sitting on the couch and pillows on the floor. Chips, dips, soda cans, and solo cups cover the coffee table that was pushed to the side.

“Everyone, this is Y/N, they live next door.” Kim introduces you. “That’s Wallace, Scott, Ramona, Knives, and Neil.” You wave at them, subtly ignoring Wallace’s extra flirtatious ‘hey’.

Kim guides you to sit on the couch, and you give everyone a shy smile. You get handed a drink and a controller, and your eyes widen.

“Let’s see what you got, cutie.” Wallace gives you a wink. You don’t see Kim silently seethe.

***

Kim, as it turns out, is very competitive. As is almost everyone else in her friend group.

You watch on in amusement and horror as every race ends in an argument, and you can only catch bits of pieces through the crescendo of madness. You take a sip of your drink, and you spot Ramona also shaking her head, laughing at the fights.

Your eyes look at Kim, her eyebrows furrowed in anger and fists balled up on her sides. You smile, enjoying just getting to know things about her. You head to the kitchen, fixing yourself another drink.

“And you can’t be mad that that glitch was patched. You can’t do anything about it!”

“Rainbow Road was your idea!”

“That turtle shell has ruined all seven years of our friendship.”

At the corner of your eye, you see Kim now sitting near the coffee table, angrily munching on chips. You get a bottle of water and go over to her, sitting beside her. You offer her the water, and she takes it silently.

She has a bit of salsa on her chin, and you chuckle. “What?” She asks, deadpan. You shake your head, and reach over to her, wiping the spot of red away from her face, and licking it off your thumb.

She stares at you dumbfoundedly, before looking away, staring at something else. Her emotionless face is betrayed by the blush on her cheeks.

***

A few more drinks later, and a lot of matches getting only 6th place, you admit to yourself that you’re kind of tipsy. You look at Kim with half lidded eyes, a dopey smile on your face as she wins a race. Her lips stretched into a wide grin of victory, arms raised in the air.

You take another sip of your drink, and Wallace slides next to you. “Hey, Y/N. Do you think Mario Kart rocks or sucks?” You furrow your eyebrows, confused. You’ve been puzzled by Wallace’s advances all night.

“It’s good, it’s good.” You mumble, taking another sip. He nods, and puts a hand on your shoulder. “That’s good.”

Kim sees this and makes her way to you two. Your eyes brighten when you see her. “Hey, Kim.” You greet, “Great, uh party.” You say.

The redhead says nothing, glaring at the hand on your shoulder. Wallace whistles, and backs away, his hands up in mock surrender. Luckily, Scott and Ramona call him over as they fight about which character to play is the best.

Kim sits next to you, staring straight ahead of her. You turn to face her, smiling. “Hi,” you say, tipsy. She looks at your face, her eyes softening and darkening at the same time.

She looks to her friends, then back to you, and suddenly pulls you up from the couch. You let out a low noise in surprise, the room suddenly spinning more than it did a few minutes ago. She apparently dragged you to her room, and set you down on the floor. She sits down right after you, on her knees with her hands on your shoulders so you’re both at the same eye level. She’s suddenly so close to your face, and you can’t help but look at her dazedly.

“Are you as drunk as I am right now?” She asks, gripping your shoulders tightly. You nod dumbly, not really trusting your voice right now.

She looks into your eyes, and then glances lower. She licks her lips, and your eyes drink in the movement. She suddenly surges forward, kissing you softly. Electricity hits you, and the soft contact shocks you and heats up your entire body.

You lean into her, humming appreciatively at the feeling of her lips on yours. You put your arms around her, holding her by the waist. She inadvertently gets on top of you, her whole weight on your lap.

The kiss deepens when you hear her moan. The sound puts you more in a trance, and you desperately try to make her make more sounds. You pull her closer to you, and her warmth perfectly consumes your senses. Everything else didn’t exist, and the world was only Kim.

A sudden knock and the sound of someone barging in pulls you both away from each other. Heat rises to your cheeks, still a little out of it. You see Scott at the door, his eyes wide and jaw dropped.

You look at Kim, and she’s giving Scott the deadliest glare you’ve ever seen her give. She suddenly gets up and starts chasing him. “Pilgrim! Get over here!” You hear a high-pitched scream of fear from the other room, and you don’t pay it mind. Your mind can’t wrap its head around the most amazing kiss you’ve had. You lay down on the floor with a contented sigh.

#scott pilgrim imagines #scott pilgrim x reader #kim pine x reader #kim pine #kim pine x gn!reader

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Envy Adams at The Clash at Demonhead Concert Scott Pilgrim v.s. the World (2010) dir. Edgar Wright

#envy adams #scott pilgrim vs the world

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You're So Good To Me

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pairing: Envy Adams x Fem!Reader

warnings: smoking, drinking, someone giving envy basic human decency, slight smut mention near the end but we pull back bc i can't write smut for shit

word count: 4.1k (holy shit)

summary: you've been envy's personal assistant for a year and a half, and it's her last show on her solo tour. post-canon envy adams without the clash at demonhead, she catches up with the people in toronto. ramona and scott are still together, and young neil is now neil.

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It was kind of poetic how the last leg of the Envy Adams Tour ends in Toronto, where her solo career began.

She was tired, the travel and the work getting into her bones and seeping out her pores. She wanted to get the night done, sing her heart out, and then collapse in the bed of whatever five star hotel her manager picked for the night.

Envy was having a smoke at the alley beside the club. The cold of the Toronto air hitting her face, and she pulls her leather coat closed. She honestly didn’t know what to do now, she got her career to new heights, and made friends with everyone in her past as much as she could. There was no more anger in her, no more vendetta against anyone, and she didn’t know how to feel about all of it.

She’s had the time to reflect on her life in the quiet moments she had all year, in between times working and performing. All the things she’s done, and all the things that were done to her, it was all rough. Thinking about the past made her sigh so loud and get into the harshest headspaces.

She takes a drag out of her cigarette, the smoke filling her lungs before letting it out. The lights from the nearby shops and stores illuminated her in a soft light. She knew her manager was in there looking for her, probably stressed out of their mind, but she didn’t really care. She just wanted some peace before the adrenaline of being on stage hit her like a train, like it always did.

She felt slight droplets of rain fall on her, but she paid it no mind, still deep in thought. She takes another drag, until suddenly you burst out the side door. You were breathing heavily, her manager on your ass asking you to find the rockstar. You frantically looked everywhere, even embarrassingly walking in on someone in the bathroom thinking she was in one of the stalls.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, before grabbing an umbrella near the door and opening it. The rain was picking up now, and she just got done with hair and makeup. “Here,” you say quietly as you shield her from the rain. She sighs, still not looking at you. She figured you’d find her, but she didn’t wanna go in quite yet.

“Can’t they wait a little bit longer?” she requests in a small voice. The rumblings inside the club were muffled, but you knew they were only there for her. You give her a shrug, not wanting to speak in case she snapped out of whatever mood she was in that made her look so, … you couldn’t find the word. Meek? Small? None of the words matched what you were seeing. Envy was never those things, but here she was, seeming like she was contemplating the fate of the entire universe.

Being Envy’s personal assistant had its ups and downs. She was absolutely insufferable in some days, always wanting something done in the snap of her manicured fingers, and literally throwing everything she found insignificant and irrelevant out the window. She’d make you go through the entire city front and back just to get what she was particularly wanting.

On some days though, she was calm and quiet. Not wanting any disturbance, shushing any sound with a sharp look, and keeping by herself. She’d rarely call you in those days, only sending you a single-word text of what she needed, and threw you out the door once she got it.

But this, you haven’t really seen in the past tour run. She’s letting her tiredness show, her shoulders held not that high like most days, leaning against the wall of the alley like she might collapse in any moment, the cold of the night making her lip tremble slightly.

You realize you’ve been staring at your boss’ lips, and quickly look away. Heat reaches your face and the tips of your ears, and you wonder what the hell was that about. She finally turns to you, and you try not to trip over yourself. You could never get used to her looking at you, and if you told anyone no one would really blame you. It’s Envy Adams, but also she just looked at you like she knew everything about you already, like she had you all figured out from the moment her eyes landed on you.

You’ve had to memorize certain looks she’d give you if she wanted something, after a year or so working for her. You reach into your pocket and give her a compact mirror. She takes it from your hand, her fingers slightly brushing into yours, before checking her reflection to fix any damage the drizzle brought to her hair. She shrugs off rogue droplets on her coat, and nods to you, as you both head back inside, with you closing the umbrella and the door behind you.

Envy reaches backstage with you behind her, and already you could hear the crowd chanting her name. The manager appears in front of you, looking like they’re losing their hair with stress and worry. “Where the hell were you two? I’ve been looking everywhere-,”

Envy silences them with a look, getting ready with some sound guys giving her a mic and some makeup and hair assistants checking her over. You look on, seeing her face steel and eyes focus. “Alright, we’re ready!” One of the sound guys throws a thumbs up into the air, and Envy heads towards the stage.

“Hey!” You shout over the loud music, and she looks at you questioningly. You give her a smile. “Break a leg out there!” She gives you a look you can’t quite place, before nodding, getting back into focus. “Thanks,” she says.

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As the song ends, she thanks the crowd as they cheer and applaud. Envy is absolutely buzzing with energy. She had spotted Scott and the others tucked away near the bar, on their feet and cheering with the crowd, and she gives them a wave before exiting through the curtain.

You are immediately at her side, giving her a towel and a bottle of water. She dabs away some sweat and takes a sip as her manager approaches her. The crew are cheering, celebrating the end of the tour. Envy watches as they all shake hands and hug, and her manager tries to get her attention. You listen to the poor manager, noting an interview for a magazine in the oncoming days and put it on her schedule.

She gives you a look, and you lead her to a room backstage with a few couches scattered around. She sits with a sigh, taking another sip of her water before setting it down on a side table.

“Tell Julie and the others to come here,” she orders you. You give her a nod, before rushing out the room. You and Julie always butted heads, the other girl was adamant that Envy was her bestest friend from college and didn’t need an assistant when she had a friend like her. You just wanted to do your job, and didn’t really understand why the pony-tailed girl always did that thing with her mouth.

You get to the group near the bar, counting them in your head. Julie pops up to you, eyes wide. “Are we going backstage?” she asks you, excited. You nod, “Yup, and the others, too.”

Her face turns into a scowl, and turns to the group. “Okay, let’s ████ go, come on.”

Heads turn to look at you and Julie. A guy that you know as Scott smiles wide, and a girl with pink colored hair pats him in the shoulder. A guy with a button up pipes up as well, someone you remember as Stephen, and he chugs his beer before standing up from a stool. “Are there refreshments?” he asks. A younger guy appears behind him in a Zelda shirt nodding along, with a redhead in a tracksuit jacket flanking them. You wave them towards you, motioning them to follow along to the backstage area.

“Are you sure Knives couldn’t make it?” You hear from behind you. “Yeah, she said she kinda outgrew this type of sound.”

You arrive back to Envy with the group in tow, and she gets up to hug Julie and Scott. She nods to the others, and sits back down, and the others follow suit. You lean against the wall, trying to blend in and not be noticed. You notice the soft sounds of rock playing in the room’s speakers, and new drinks on the tables near the couches.

“You were really great up there,” the girl with the pink hair said, impressed. Envy waves her off. “You get used to it, Ramona. It honestly gets kinda old.” Scott laughs loudly, “Haha, old.” he repeats awkwardly.

Envy gives him a strange look, and looks at Ramona questioningly. She rolls her eyes, and leans forward, “You’re like the biggest ex he’s kinda friends with, so he’s being weird about it.” Envy lets out an ‘ahhh’ in understanding.

“So, that’s the end of the tour, right?” Stephen asks. The rockstar nods. “Oh, I heard you had that band open for you that one time. I forgot the name…” He trails off, taking a drink and sipping on it. Neil pipes up with the band’s name, and they both argue over what the band is actually called.

“I heard you’re getting a new contract with another record label. Is that true?” Julie starts to ask, and the room dissolves into their own discussions. You sigh, watching on, but mainly keeping your eyes on Envy. You figured if you were here for this weird reunion of her friends you might as well also be vigilant with your job.

She sneaks glances at you between talking with the others, and you jump every time thinking that she needs something. She doesn’t give you particular looks, it seems like her eyes just fall onto yours at every chance she gets. It makes your head spin.

She gives you a look this time, and this one means she wants a drink. Not the complementary ones they give to backstage, but her favorite one. You give her a nod and rush out back to the bar.

Stephen whistles at your speed, turning to Envy. “Hey, who was that? Like, a slave or something?” Envy chuckles and hums, “Personal assistant,” she explains. Julie rolls her eyes.

“Not even necessary if I’m being honest. You know you could ask me for anything, right Envy?” She leans towards the rockstar, but Envy just stares her down before Julie awkwardly retreats.

“Personal assistant. Not bad, not bad.” Stephen chimes. “Does she like, do everything for you?” Neil asks, timidly.

“I can do a lot of things myself, thanks. But my manager insisted.” Envy says, matter-of-factly. “So, what does she do exactly?” Kim asks from the corner of one of the couches.

“Anything I ask,” The blonde says with a smug smile. The boys mutter comments of “Cool” and “Hot” from their spots in the room. “I’m just really glad you’re back, and that we’re friends, even though we’re exes,” Scott begins, “We really got that closure in the last volume, but I’m just really happy that we’re actual friends now! How was the tour? How have you been?” His excitement is palpable, and Kim elbows him in the side for him to calm down.

“Well, the tour was great, everything is great,” Envy explains, before a look enters her face, “After the whole thing with…” She glances to Ramona, and the other girl nods, “I’ve just been calming down and focusing on myself.”

You arrive at the room, a drink and a bouquet of flowers in a vase in either hand. You approach the sitting Envy, handing her a drink with a coaster, and putting the vase on the table closest to her. “Last concert of the tour, I figured congratulations were in order.” You say in a low voice and she gives you a stunned look before nodding, and you return your spot against the wall.

Ramona sits up, leaning towards you. “Hey, you’re the personal assistant right?” You nod slowly, glancing at Envy to see if talking to them was okay. She doesn’t pay you any mind as she starts talking about shopping with Julie by her side. “How is she, as a boss?” Ramona asks lightly, joking with a smile. “I bet it’s a real delight.” Kim adds, sarcastically.

“It’s great, I mean…” Envy looks to you when she hears your voice, one eyebrow raised. “It’s an out-of-this-world experience, really.” You finish, retreating into yourself in shyness. Ramona eyes you, before turning to Scott once again. Envy stares at you before fiddling with the petals of the flowers you gave her, still surprised with how you knew they were her favorites.

You start to think to yourself as the others continue to hang out and talk. Did you like working for Envy? I mean, it’s hard on some days, but that’s any other job right? It’s a job with a rockstar, you reason, not really the most stable line of work if she decided to just one day quit making music, but you don’t see Envy doing that. She just started, no way she was gonna stop now. You’d be happy to be by her side through it all, you think, as you look at the blonde now.

Envy was laughing at something Julie had said, her earlier tired eyes now twinkling and her grin stretching to her whole face. You look at her seemingly soft lips again, her small nose, and the way her hair falls on her face before she quickly puts any out-of-place hair back in their place. Her fingers, always freshly manicured and painted red, grab the drink and you watch as her lips place themselves around the rim of the glass, slightly staining it red with her lipstick.

As you look rather longingly at your boss, Ramona watches you with a sly grin. She absolutely clocked you the moment you got back, and she mentally reminds herself to bring it up with Scott later. The group of friends order more drinks, everyone getting slightly rowdier.

Ramona is kissing Scott’s face everywhere but his lips, Neil and Stephen are having an arm wrestling match with Kim as a referee, and only Julie and Envy remain at their seats, talking like normal. You look on, yawning slightly as you look at the time. You hear the muffled sounds of the club music near the door, so you figured it couldn’t be that late.

“I wish Wallace was here, Wallace would have my back.”

“You’re such a big baby.”

“You twisted your wrist, that’s cheating!”

“You can’t prove anything.”

You watch on, chuckling lightly at the antics. You return your eyes to Envy, and her glassy eyes tell you that she’s tipsy. You get her another water, opening the cap before handing it to her. She gives you that small smile, and you give her one back.

As everyone prepares to leave, Envy gets pulled to the side by Ramona, wanting to talk with just her. She gives you a reassuring look, before going with the woman she’s gotten friendly with despite all their intertwined baggage.

“Y’know, you’ve changed a lot.” Ramona begins, and Envy crosses her arms in front of her. “I don’t know what you mean.”

The American rolls her eyes, “Oh cut the shit,” she says jokingly, and Envy lets out a chuckle. “It’s a good thing. You’re, more kind, in a way, lately.”

Envy lets out a sigh. “Yeah. I noticed,” she replies, not knowing what to say. “Something tells me you’re not used to that?” Ramona inquires.

“Not at all.”

Ramona glances at the group, at Scott, loudly complaining of his friends ganging up and mocking him, and she smiles. “You deserve good things, Envy,” she says softly.

“Don’t let yourself get in the way.” With that, Ramona takes her leave, joining the rest. Envy takes a breath, not knowing what to do, before going back to your side.

Envy says her goodbyes and gives you a look to follow her out. Surprisingly, the group also says their goodbyes to you, and you nod your head at them awkwardly in farewell. As you two leave, Scott leans towards his girlfriend. “Hey, what was that with Envy earlier?” he asks, his drunk brain confused. She kisses him on the cheek, “I’ll tell you later.”

You and Envy get to the limo out front, her bodyguards blocking the crowd on your way out. As you sit on the leather interior, Envy nods at the driver through the partition and it speeds off to the hotel. You sigh, fixing Envy’s schedule for the oncoming days. An interview, a photoshoot, all the usual stops for the end of the tour.

“You got the day off tomorrow, with nothing really happening. The photoshoot with that magazine is on the day after, the call time is at 10AM, and the radio is asking for an interview after that at around 4PM.” You begin to list off, and Envy rubs her temples and softly shushes you.

You quiet down immediately, afraid you stressed her out. You give her some pain medication from her bag for the headache, and she waves you off, not needing them. She sighs tiredly, and looks at you. You meet her eyes, apology written all over your face. She reaches out and caresses your cheek. Your eyes widened, not really anticipating that she was way more drunk than you thought.

“Let’s call it a night, yeah?” she murmurs, placing one index finger to your lips, “No work talk until tomorrow,” she slurs her words slightly. She pulls away, and promptly dozes off on her side of the limo. You blink, your jaw dropping and closing with no sound, but your mind is screaming. What the hell was that?

The limo arrives at the hotel, and you put Envy’s arm over your shoulders, supporting her on her way inside. The bodyguards block the view to anyone that might be near, but the area was surprisingly empty this time of night. You make her lean on the wall in the elevator, and press the button to her floor. You fish out the keys from her bag, and Envy just looks at you with a small smile again.

She tries to move closer to you but stumbles in the height of her boots, and you catch her in time. She leans over you, and the proximity allows you to smell the liquor in her breath. “How many did I have tonight, Y/N?” she asks, groggy as she readjusts her stance. You count in your head how many you handed her, ultimately concluding with four drinks. You start to tell her, but she leans a bit too close and you panic internally. “Hmm? Was it four? Because it felt like five,” she giggles, a finger twirling her long blonde hair.

“Yep, definitely feeling like five,” you mutter jokingly. The elevator dings to her floor, and you try to guide her to the door. You scan the key card at the door, and she giggles on the way inside. You place her on the bed as you turn on the dim lights. You help her with her high boots, taking them off gently one at a time. She complies for the most part, her eyes following your every move.

You pay it no mind, focusing on getting her ready for bed. If you looked back into her eyes, you knew you would freeze, stopping and staring like you always did. Now that you think about it, from her perspective it must look like you’re always a deer in headlights. You chuckle at the thought slightly, and she tilts her head in confusion. “What’s so funny?” You shake your head. “Nothing, nothing. Let me help you take your makeup off.”

You get the wipes from her luggage, and motion her to get closer to the edge of the bed. She pouts, and it’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. “Hey,” she calls for your attention, and you look at her as she’s seemingly deep in thought. “How’d you know what my favorite flowers are?” You pause, before shrugging. “You mentioned it once, while you were talking with someone at the studio.” She hums, trying to remember the moment before shaking her head at you. “Unbelievable that you’d remember that,” she mutters.

She scoots closer, moves some hair away to clear her face, and leans back with her hands behind her supporting her weight. You tilt her head up so you can see, and you see a flicker of an emotion you can’t name come over her eyes before looking at you. You gently wipe away the makeup from her face, over her eyelids and cheeks. Your other hand still on her chin, you grab another wipe for her lipstick, smudging it off. Your eyes focus on the softness of them, their fullness, before you realize and look at her eyes in panic. Her eyes are half-lidded, and she bites her bottom lip. You don’t even notice how close you got now, just registering the proximity between you two. She sits up, bringing herself closer to you, and puts her hands on your waist.

You feel her pull, and you go from leaning over her to being on her lap. You let out a shaky breath, her lips so tantalizingly close. “This is, um…” you whisper, “E-Envy, I…” Your thighs are on either side of her hips, and the heat between you two makes you shake. The last sliver of your self-control is starting to wane. This is Envy Adams, this is your boss, you work for her, you’re always going to be beneath her.

Well, except now, she’s underneath you. She rolls her hips, slightly grinding at the spot between your thighs, and you can’t help the whimper that escapes your mouth. She smirks, gazing longing at your lips before looking into your eyes. “Kiss me,” she orders. And you don’t find it within yourself to not comply.

Her lips feel softer than they look, and you melt into a puddle in her hands. The way she kisses you makes your head dizzy, and you feel her nibble on your bottom lip. Your need for her grew, and the feeling of her lips and tongue on yours made you squeeze your thighs in a vain attempt to calm the throbbing from your center.

She chuckles against you, her kisses leading down to your neck. She sucks on your pulse point, bites, and licks it to soothe the sting. It leaves you a quivering, whimpering mess. You feel her smirk against your skin, and you wanna kiss it off her face.

“Sweet girl, so fucking sweet,” she whispers, “So, so fucking good to me.” Envy stops kissing your neck, tucking in her head underneath your chin, and you start to breathe to calm down. She has her ear on your heartbeat, and she can’t stop the tear from rolling down her cheek. “You’re, so good to me,” she whispers, and breaks into a sob.

You put your arms around her and hold her, whispering comforting reassurances. “Shh, you’re okay. You’re with me, I got you.” You say to her, and it makes her cry more.

She pulls away to look into your eyes, and you wipe the tears away. She doesn’t understand why you seemingly know what to say and what to do every time she turns to look at you, but you do.You treat her with so much care, so much consideration and gentleness that she hasn’t experienced in a long while. “I’ve been, thinking if I turned soft, like, I’ve lost the chip on my shoulder or something.”

“I knew this Envy stuff was a mask, but I guess I kind of lost myself in it for a while,” she admits, and you’ve never seen her so vulnerable like this. Envy was always a mystery to you, so tough and determined and focused. “You make me feel like my old self again. Being around you, you make me want to be myself.”

You give her a smile, and embrace her in your arms once more. “Oh Envy, …” you softly say, and she pulls away again. “Please,” she bites her lip, “Call me Nat.”

#envy adams x reader #envy adams imagines #scott pilgrim imagines #envy adams is gay

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Kim Pine

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I Only Have Eyes For You

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pairing: Kim Pine x Fem!Reader warnings: none, just a little bit of insecure kim because she's been through a lot word count: 710

author's notes: kim pine i love you i wanna take care of you you deserve the world and more you are my underrated queen my guiding star my angel

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Kim Pine usually didn’t let anything get to her.

However, seeing you talking to Scott near the bar made her see red. A harsh ringing feedback could be heard with her glare, as she eyed Scott rub the back of his neck in bashfulness at your attention. You were giggling at something he said, probably that stupid Pac-man line he's been using since forever.

Kim righted herself from the wall she was leaning on, and started to march over where you two were. Your eyes immediately catch the movement in your peripheral, a bright genuine smile coming to your face as you spotted the redhead coming towards you.

The drummer directs her look to Scott, and the glare makes him stumble onto himself. “I, uh…” he says, awkwardly, “Hey, Kim,” his voice raising an octave in fear.

“Scott,” she heatedly begins, “If you don’t leave in five seconds, I’m gonna go on a murderous rampage.” She starts counting loudly, “5!”

He immediately starts to book it, leaving a comical smoke figure of where he once stood. He quips a quick “Bye Y/N!” as he leaves. You see him go, chuckling slightly, and you look towards the girl with a deathly stare still on Scott’s retreating form.

You get closer to Kim, arms wrapping around her in a side hug. You tuck your head on her neck, giving her pulse point a little kiss. A shiver runs through her, and she finally looks at you.

Wide brown eyes seemingly look into your soul, a little hesitance in them. “I see you’re having fun,” she says in a monotone voice. You see the silent begging that you learn to read from Kim. Why were you with him? Are you not happy with me? Am I not enough? You see her gulp, and avoid eye contact.

You sigh, rubbing her back comfortingly. You know she hates feeling like this, or really any feeling in general. She particularly hates feeling like she’s not enough for you, constantly fearing that you’d leave her or cheat on her, like her previous relationships.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you say, taking each of her hands on your own, making her face you. You could honestly drown in her brown eyes, and wished that you could count all the freckles scattered around her pretty face. “I promise, I only have eyes for you.” You see her exhale through her nose.

“Besides… Scott? Really? He looks like a rock with googly eyes.” Kim laughs at that, a genuine smile on her face. You put your hands on either side of her cheeks. “There’s my girl,” you grin, giving her a kiss on the lips.

“I’m yours,” you whisper as you pull away, and she surges forward, chasing your lips. Soft, with a hint of cherry chapstick you saw her tuck away in her pocket earlier as you two were getting ready. Your hands go to the back of her neck, playing with the hairs at the nape, eliciting a quiet groan from the woman. You use it to snake your tongue in softly, and you swear you would never tire from the taste of her.

Her hands grip you at your waist, tightening the hold and pulling you impossibly closer. The heat from her body was addicting to you, and her hands started to roam to your sides and your behind. It put your brain in a frenzy, and you started nibbling at her bottom lip.

“HEY, LESBIANS!” You hear a distinct yell from the side of the bar. You two pull away hesitantly, breathing heavy and eyes lidded from the experience. Stephen Stills comes towards you two, sitting at the near stool with Joseph in tow.

“Stop making out before I barf.” Joseph says with a blank stare, in his usual quiet and stern tone. Stephen sips his ordered beer, and nods to Kim.

You put your arm around Kim again, with the redhead having a red blush on her face that rivaled her hair. A sly smile in your face, you kiss her cheek before she lightly pushes you on the shoulder. Joseph rolls his eyes, and Stephen reaches out to the two girls, brows furrowed.

“Hey, have you guys seen Scott? He said he’d be here tonight.”

#kim pine x reader #kim pine x fem!reader #scott pilgrim imagines #kim pine imagines #scott pilgrim x reader

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RAMONA FLOWERS Scott Pilgrim vs. the World 2010 | dir. Edgar Wright

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An Afternoon at Ramona's

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pairing: Ramona Flowers x Fem!Reader warnings: none, reader is said to have long-ish hair word count: 827 summary: you think about cutting your hair, ramona makes you too nervous, gideon the cat gets pets.

in celebration of the upcoming scott pilgrim anime on netflix!

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“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Ramona’s voice reverbs around the small bathroom you both are cramped in.

You stand in front of the mirror, and you see your own hesitant look on your face. You steel yourself, and look at the currently green haired woman through the reflection. You give her a short nod, breathing in harshly.

She has on one hand a pair of scissors you just found in one of her kitchen cabinets, and on the other hand some of your hair. You proposed the idea in the first place, and are now feeling immense pressure to see it through. You wanted to be spontaneous, you wanted something different, you wanted to be, … well… like Ramona.

The girl behind you was cool and confident, she didn’t care about a lot of things, but showed when she did wholeheartedly. She was like a fire to you, wild and unpredictable. You were just a measly moth attracted to it, unknowing of the consequences.

But there weren’t that many downsides to being around Ramona, as a friend. You two hung out a lot after meeting one another around Toronto, and you were close. At least you thought you were close, you still had a lot to learn about the tough rollerskating American. This caused you to really want to impress her, all the time.

So now, you’re cutting your hair. And you haven’t figured out how short yet.

“How short do you want it?” Ramona asks, running a hand through your hair. You stop your eyes from rolling back at the sensation, and you try to figure out how short is too crazy for you.

“How about,” she takes a section between her two fingers and stops right below your ear, “here?”

Your eyes widen, and you start to sputter. “T-Too short!” you exclaim. Ramona laughs at your reaction, slightly muttering “So cute,” before putting aside the scissors. She taps your shoulder, motioning you to turn to her.

Suddenly, you’re very close to her face. Wow, this bathroom is really small. You try to control your breath as she looks at the top of your head and trails down to the length of your hair. “I don’t know why you want to cut it,” she twirls an end of your hair around her fingers, “Your hair is really cute the way it is,” she says matter-of-factly.

You gulp at the closeness, and try to avoid eye contact. “Yeah, I don’t know. We should just forget it.” Ramona gives you a look, before guiding your chin to make you look her in the eye.

Swirls of brown stare you down, and you feel your hands start to shake at your sides. You’ve never felt like this with any girl before, Ramona just makes you really nervous. It’s not fear, although you are aware of her seemingly-out of this world stuff she has around her. It’s a different kind of nervousness, one that you’re scared to name. Her lips purse as if she’s analysing you, and your eyes flicker down at the movement before looking away, feeling heat rising to your cheeks.

She hums, “We’ll put a pin on it for now. When you’ve made up your mind.” And with that, she exits the bathroom, leaving the door ajar for you to follow her. You let out a breath, not even noticing when you’ve stopped breathing. You try to pull yourself together before joining her in the kitchen.

She’s already got water boiling, and opens her cabinet to grab two teabags. One for her, and the other one you always get when you’re at her place. You sit down at the table, wringing your hands.

“Did you hear about that thingy happening downtown?” You start, the silence in the place getting to you. You spot Gideon sprawled near the window, stretching his legs. He jumps down and walks towards you, rubbing against your leg. You pet him, hearing him meow and purr.

“That cat’s been loving you more than he loves me.” She says as she sits down, placing one of the mugs near you. She slowly blows on hers before taking a sip. “Maybe it’s my charming personality,” you reply before taking a sip yourself.

“Mm, it won me over.” she says. You almost choke on hot tea, burning your tongue. You cough, and wince. She looks at you, smiling, and your brain goes empty. Gideon meows to the side, walking away after your sudden outburst.

You look down, not knowing what to say. “I, uh…” You try to start, but Ramona waves you off. “I’m sorry. Wrong timing,” she says, “Just couldn’t help it.”

Her grin doesn’t go away, and you start to smile. “Did you really mean that?” you ask, tentatively. She nods, “Yeah, you’re just too easy to tease, I can’t help it sometimes,” she says before taking another sip.

Heat rises to your cheeks again, and she lets out a deep chuckle.

#ramona flowers x reader #scott pilgrim imagines #ramona flowers x fem!reader #ramona flowers imagine #scott pilgrim x reader

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