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writersbarrierblock · 1 year

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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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5577v · 17 days

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i'm in the haze, i want the getaway

#for every reference you recognize you have to imagine roxie is giving you 1 kiss on the forehead #cibo matto #roxie day #roxieday2024 #5577art #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim fanart #scott pilgrim takes off #spto #illustration #art #spvtw #roxie richter #roxy richter #hollie hawkes #kim pine #LESBIANS!!!!!!#and bisexual kim!!!

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gatorbites-imagines · 5 months

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PLEASEE todd ingram x male reader just fluff & comfort helping him get over wallace that leads to hardcore makeout sesh ???

Todd Ingram x male reader

Headcanons

Tried to stick close to the request, but this also took a life of its own hehe. Hope you enjoy.

You were the guitarist of The Clash At Demonhead. Youd been friends with Todd for years and held a candle for him just as long, but you had accepted you’d never get him to be yours, with him being with Envy, and Ramona for that time.

You had never dreamed of him being into guys, so you tried to live your life with that Todd shaped hole in your heart. You became kinda the Cool gay guitarist in the band, which was probably why you clashed with Wallace Wells so much the first time you met him.

Kinda like putting two male hamsters together who are used to being the only one of their kind. You guys weren’t the same obviously, but there was something about it.

Maybe it was the fact that you showed zero attraction to Wallace, or that you weren’t someone who liked to gossip like he seemed to do. But when he started “running lines” with Todd, you became suspicious.

It wasn’t hard to figure out what they had been doing, only a man who got laid, and laid good, strutted around like Wallace Wells. You could even see how Todd was spiraling dealing with his sexuality.

But you were also friends with Envy, so you didn’t wanna spill the beans and instead acted like you had no idea what was going on. You never claimed to be a good person. So as the others were bust acting, you just sit in the back writing songs or tuning your guitar.

You tried not to let it break your heart when Todd pretty much confessed to Wallace in front of everyone. It made part of you feel worse somehow, like you weren’t enough. What did Wells have that you didn’t?

Was it his looks? His personality? His… everything? Maybe you were just the problem, and Todd had always liked guys somewhere inside him, but you just weren’t what he wanted.

There was no time for self-pity though, as everything fell apart, Envy left to become a solo act, and Todd was spiraling worse than you’d ever seen him. So, as his friend, it was your duty to pull up the bootstraps and drag him out of that funk.

He spends a lot of time crying about Wallace, and you guessed you could get it, the first time a boyfriend broke up with you, you had been pretty broken about it too. But you didn’t think Wells was all worth it, but maybe that was because you were still annoyed that he was apparently Todds gay awakening and not you.

It takes some time and a lot of bad romcom movies to get Todd in a better headspace, where he starts eating right again and taking care of himself. But as time passes, he seems to be doing better, thankfully. And even better, he stops talking about Wallace.

After the band falls apart, you guys become roommates, as you still make money off your music you did together. You start making solo music, but at some point, when Todd starts feeling better, he joins you.

Its making music that seems to get him out of that funk more than anything, and maybe its also spending time with you.

After everything, Todd starts to see sparks whenever he looks at you, or feel his entire body buzz when you touch him, or when you guys are sitting on your guys small couch and your legs are touching.

Todd doesn’t even realize he stops thinking about Wallace Wells after a while as you distract him by keeping him busy, be it through working out, music, watching movies, or anything else you can think of.

There is a time you guys even pass Wells and his group of friends, and Todd doesn’t even feel the misery he had felt last time. Even when his eyes meet Wallace’s he feels nothing, because you are grinning beside him, digging through a box of CDs looking like you had found gold.

Todd starts noticing things about you. Like how you are smiling so much more now that the band is over, or the way you are always playing with the strap of your guitar, or how you are always dotting down song ideas on any scrap of paper or tissue you can find.

He knows he’s hooked when one day when you guys are at the second cup, you start looking around for something to write on and Todd offers you his arm, because why not. And you just grin and start writing down lyrics on his arm, and Todd feels his entire face go red and his heart starts racing.

You still believe he likes Wallace, because the human mind just works like that. So, when you one day find him sitting on the couch with his face in his hands, you assume its because of his unreturned crush.

You go about it like you always do, finding vegan snacks and putting on a movie, and plotting down on the couch, pulling Todd on top of you so you can “bro cuddle”

Todd of course goes bright red as you hold him, completely speechless and with no idea what to do with himself. But he knows how it went last time he tried to confess, so he starts spiraling again in fear of rejection.

Its not hard to sense he’s spiraling again, so you grab him to look him in the eyes to ask what is wrong. And Todd, deciding to bite the bullet, kisses you. You freeze up, eyes wide as his hands grip the sides of your jaw, kissing you like his life depends on it.

Grabbing his face, you push him back to really look at him, look at his almost glowing red face, and swear you even catch sparks of his vegan superpowers run across his face and arms.

“I’m… I’m not a rebound of something Todd” you force out, not wanting to let the hope bloom in your chest, the rejection you’d felt in the past still stinging. Hes quick to try and stutter out that, that’s not what he wants or means, but he’s horrible at it. Its only thanks to your many years as his friend that you know what he means. You swear your heart starts doing backflips.

Before either of you can think about it too much, you pull him back into the kiss, hands gripping the back of his neck as Todds fingers wound through your hair, hanging on like you’ll disappear if he lets go.

Hes unsurprisingly pliable, letting his lips split open when you tongue at them, letting you control the kiss as you please, tiny huffs and whimpers leaving him as you stroke the top of his mouth with your tongue.

Hes sensitive, and though he has a lot of experience with kissing from his exes, Todd still seems timid with you, like he doesn’t know what you personally enjoy and he wants to please you.

You have no idea how long you guys kiss, for you there’s years of pent up feelings, and for Todd there’s very strong feelings he still cant seem to fully comprehend the vastness of. Theres so many sparks as your lips are locked, spit running down chins and soft noises leaving you both as tongues rub together and across teeth as you try to explore the others mouth as much as possible.

When the kiss finally disconnects and you pull back, it’s impossible not to cackle at him. Todds pupils are blown huge, his face even redder than before, and you fear he’s gonna get a nosebleed from all the blood rushing to his head.

Todds hair is sticking up in every which direction, almost looking like the spikey style it takes on when he’s using his vegan powers. His lips move like he wants to say something, but no words form, only making you laugh more.

Instead you just pull him closer, letting him hide his red face in your neck as you rub his back, giving him all the time he needs to collect himself, but now he’s yours, and you are never gonna let him go as long as he wants you around.

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yandere-toons · 5 months

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Matthew Patel

Romantic Headcanons – Yandere

WARNING: violence, death, implied stalking, mentions of religious concepts, toxic mindset.

From the moment you invite Matthew into your life, he will carry that memory to his deathbed. The bond you forged that day is unbreakable and immortal for him: he will go blind to all other reasons for living, consumed with rage at your absence, and ecstatic at any sign of your favour.

Talk of other suitors sends Matthew into a frenzy from which he will not emerge until this obstacle to his happiness is laid low. Dispute over the value of certain traits leaves Matthew resentful—of himself for not being better, of the other person for possessing what he lacks, and of the universe for cursing him with such horrid luck.

When such a person speaks your name, Matthew is driven by his own insecurities to loathe them. The sound of their voice becomes like a cheese grater to his ears, a reminder of how close he is to losing his world for the second time, and from thence into a sound he will fight to the death to silence.

The look of this person, particularly when they light up at the mere mention of you and receive such a look in kind, is a ghastly thing. Matthew's takeaway is one of doubt and bad memories, of all the similarities to Ramona's waning interest that he had been too immature and inattentive to rectify. He vows not to make the same mistake twice.

Seemingly overnight, Matthew transforms from a brooding presence lurking in your shadow to a wellspring of offers to solve even the smallest of issues. He makes a habit of dropping to one knee and delivering a Pagliacci-esque soliloquy about how deep his affection runs, professing that you've become his whole world and that to lose you would leave him with nothing.

Despite your promise not to "betray" him, as Matthew so graciously puts it, he fears it would be a mistake to let his guard down. He believes you were sincere at the time, but Ramona's flippant attitude has left him anxious that you may change your tune and turn your back on him for no apparent reason.

For years, Matthew sought answers as to why she hurt him: on bad days, he blames her for playing with his emotions; on worse days, he blames himself for not trying hard enough to become someone she wanted. Now that he has another shot at human connection, this earth will burn before it slips away from him.

Matthew's actions arise from a peculiar sense of justice: he views himself as retribution sent down upon all those who have wronged you. By daring to replace him, their way of looking after you is inherently and unforgivably flawed. Someone who could, in reality, be quite decent will devolve in his mind into a parasite who takes advantage of you.

Whether they are cruel or kind-hearted, what obsesses Matthew and keeps him stewing for potentially years is the notion that they've robbed him of his one chance at happiness. So long as they keep you company, he sees his future darkening.

What should be a private affair, Matthew turns into a spectacle: he takes to the stage in his most flamboyant attire and declares war, goading his enemy to meet their doom at his hand. Everything, from the venue to the battle itself, is a power play, a performance art in which he displays his prowess for all to admire and envy.

Once he has struck the first blow, there is no version of events where Matthew shows mercy or admits defeat. The harder they fight, the prouder he is to butcher them. Their death will be a triumph, a testament to the fact that he is strong enough to win this war. Anyone who rolls over in the face of his challenge must not be truly committed to you and therefore deserves to feel his wrath for stringing you along.

Coming to over the shiny remains of his enemy, Matthew forgets his rage and revells in the thought of having the sole being who brings him happiness. Ready to pick up where he left off and confident he's earned that right, Matthew throws himself at you and proclaims how thrilled he is to be together again.

Matthew struggles to move beyond the past and to envision a future where he is alone. Having spent much of his life pursuing others, Matthew has no concept of living for himself. He stakes his survival on the volume of applause at the end of every performance, and in the home environment, his tendency to cling to petty recognition has taken root in all interactions.

This emotional hunger reveals itself in the unnecessary extremes to which Matthew proves his devotion, convinced that the obsequious nature of his company and continual sacrifices gives them meaning. He jumps at every opportunity to be near you, no exceptions, afraid that missing even one will be termed neglect and spell the ruin of his life with you.

At his best, Matthew is an unrelenting thespian who serenades you with ballads and calligraphic poetry. But at his worst, he is an unstable and violent creature full of pent-up rage, who conspires with Daemonettes to bind your soul to his, making it virtually impossible to give him up for another.

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

#Matthew Patel #Scott Pilgrim #Scott Pilgrim vs the World #Scott Pilgrim Takes Off #Imagines #Reader Insert #Yandere #X Reader #Yandere x Reader #Yandere Imagines #Yandere x You #Yandere Headcanons #Gender Neutral Reader #Scott Pilgrim x Reader #Matthew Patel x Reader #Yandere Scott Pilgrim #Yandere Matthew Patel #Yandere Writing #Fanfiction

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endocix · 5 months

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Saw the ref for this on Pinterest and got possessed

#art #fanart #scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgrim #spto #wallace wells #scollace #scott x wallace #illustration #college scollace YIPPEE #what i imagine happened after they went back to Scott's

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hiphopcherrrypop · 5 months

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save me bottle blond bass player

#bottle blond bass player.. save me...#scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim fanart #spto #todd ingram #lisa miller #maybe they r cousins to me..#see im thinking and im liking how im thinking #something something lisa wanting to start a band bc she thinks todd is cool for being in a band #timeline wise that doesnt make senseee but idc i ignore that for now!#maybey he just plays bass and she thinks thats cool and awesome #something something todd wanting to act bc he thinks lisa is cool for being on tv #she is booked and busy in hollywood thats why she didnt show up obviii......#and spoiler alert for coming soon art when i have more time/motivation... lisa + roxie yuri #that one summer pool party art fuels me THEY R HOLDING HANDS 😋😋 a little #but i just realize it gets funnier now bc im imagining roxie being like 'MEET MY NEW GF (¬��¬)!'#and todd is like 'UR DATING MY COUSIN?!!'#so saddd lisa didnt appear but also it makes sense given no scott 90% of the show #she couldve still ran into kim and made out with her or whatever happned in the comics idk #scott pilgrim vs the world #spvtw #lisa miller i love yuuoooouu #my beautiful angel #her and todd both my princesses #idk how them-being-related hc never crossed my mind til now!

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andrewmoocow · 5 months

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"Technically, there was only ever one true sequel to FLCL. The other three seasons were a sort-of prequel, an actual prequel, and a sequel to the sort-of prequel."

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #flcl #i'm pretty sure this is what i imagine myself looking like when i infodump

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dalandan012 · 5 months

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I'm pretty sure lots of other people in the scott pilgrim universe notice how scott and wallace share clothes together..... Like i know its a common thing mentioned by everyone in the fandom, but I'm genuinely interested in seeing how other characters react to it. Stacey Pilgrims is the first one to notice during their college years btw. She goes to the kitchen at 2am to get snacks and wallace is there wearing only scott's shirt and his boxers... "Did you have gay sex with my brother?" "No, but he did throw up on me." He asks stacey where the hangover pills are and just leaves the scene after

#scollace #scott pilgrim #wallace wells #stacey pilgrim #scott pilgrim anime #scott pilgrim takes off #stacey pilgrim deserves better than having to be around these two i swear #i imagine she tried to hook them up together so wallace would stop stealing her boyfriends #but scott is a moron #wallace is a moronsexual #silly #drabbles #rambles #heehee #stacey pilgrim ill be your gossipy bitch friend!!!!

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callie-the-creator · 4 months

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and they were roommates

sfw. warnings: reader is gender-neutral, mild scott pilgrim vs. the world spoilers, mentions of alcohol/alcoholism, migraines, hangovers, angst, a sad wallace, etc.

author’s note: scott is my least favorite character, so expect some jabs to be thrown at him in here. anyway, sorry if this is trash or too cringeworthy. i tried my best, y’all ✌🏻

• you’ve known of wallace through a few stories your closest friend, stacey pilgrim. you mainly just listened to her rant about him stealing a few of her boyfriends.

— sadly though, wallace ended up breaking things off with other scott…and jimmy…and that other guy that he can’t remember the name of. the good thing is that scott finally moved out since he is planning on living with ramona. still…it did get a little lonely at times.

• because of how sad and isolated he felt, wallace began to drink. well, more than usual anyway. every night he could be seen lounging at his favorite bar with a generous of empty beer bottles/cans in front of him.

• it wasn’t until the fourth night of this repetitive cycle is when wallace met you: [name: y/n l/n. occupation: bartender. 24 years old and he’s never seen you until tonight which is surprising since wallace practically knows everybody.]

— right off the bat, you two hit it off right away. there was an underlying tension there but for the first few occurrences when you either bumped into wallace in the street or found him at the bar, it goes untouched & unmentioned.

• that was until wallace asked for you phone number when he is drunk. it was really sappy, but he was still nice about it. it makes you happy that wallace isn’t an angry drunk, like whatsoever. he’s just happy to be there and very sleepy. there were a few times where you had to give him over to his place because you didn’t trust him to get there on his own.

• you were always so kind to him, always treating him better than he probably deserved.

• needless to say, it didn’t take long for wallace to think of you in the highest regards. you two even started hanging out outside of the bar where you work at. if he needed something to be picked up, you’ll do it with no questions asked or you would sometimes pay for his coffee if you were out to get yourself a drink too.

— just after a few weeks of knowing you, wallace fell head over heels. and he had it bad.

• of course, he tried to suppress his feelings and tried his damn best to not make it obvious. so, what did our dear wallace do to ensure that? he started to ignore you, partially at least, and became awkward. like…scott pilgrim-level awkward. it’s weird since wallace has always been known to be the complete opposite of his ex-roommate. he’s very easy going, calm, and the voice of reason to many.

• he’s a flirt too. so, why are you having this effect on him? he just couldn’t understand why he suddenly became a bumbling idiot.

• you were worried that you did something to push wallace away, but all your questions were answered when you returned one night to find that he left a drunken message in your answering machine.

— “hey, you know, hic, i've been thinkin', like, a lot. (long pause) and, um, i just wanna say, you're, like, really somethin' special, ya know? (slight slur) i feel all mushy and stuff, but yeah, i kinda, sorta...love you, maybe? (awkward pause) yeah, that's it. hic”

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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I know Todd isn't a good person but can you write situationship/fling with him

When you start having a fling with Todd Ingram it's not actually that often that you see each other and never for more then a quickie. You know full well what his reputation is and make him swear on his dick that he's not using you to cheat on someone before you start this sort of relationship. Only after you confirm that he is indeed single do you agree to start sucking his dick.

Having a fling with Todd Ingram is tons of fun for you both, he's not selfish to your surprise and his cock seemed to be very well suited to fill you up just right. Both of you put down rules that there will be no kisses of any kind outside of ones happening during sex, it's easier to avoid people getting the wrong idea that way.

Considering that having a fling with Todd Ingram also included you going to his shows he liked to tease you during them by having you wear a little remote controlled vibrator and riling you up during the entire show. He was being a real jerk about it too, amping it up as the song hit it's peak but taking away yours.

There was no way you were gonna miss out on having a fling with Todd Ingram just because you needed to sneak backstage. By now his band members knew what was going on but they were still surprised to see you so flustered, no one except for him knew the cause of it. But they could guess a few things when he told them to give the two of you some time alone.

Dividers made by: @cafekitsune

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #todd ingram #todd ingram x reader #todd ingram headcanon #todd ingram imagine #scott pilgrim vs the world imagine #scott pilgrim vs the world headcanon #scott pilgrim vs the world x reader #todd ingram smut

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fandomnerd9602 · 4 months

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Brie Larson Multiverse (Carol, Jamie, Envy etc)

All of these doppelgängers stand around…

Carol: anyone love Nine Inch Nails

Jamie and Envy raise their hands…

Envy: I think we can all agree on our favorite pastime though

Jamie: f***ing the brains out of Y/N?

Carol: oh yeah

Everyone’s in agreement on that…

Y/N: hey everyone what’d I miss?

All three women look at Y/N, an idea forming in their heads…

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #the boys #scott pilgrim vs the world #envy adams #brie larson #female Homelander #the seven #vought #carol danvers #captain marvel

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writersbarrierblock · 1 year

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You're So Good To Me

gif not mine

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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imagineurmom · 13 days

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This is my contribution. You're welcome.

#mildly suggestive #scott pilgrim imagine #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim #scott pilgram takes off #gideon graves x reader #Gideon Graves

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gatorbites-imagines · 5 months

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Never sent a request before, FORGIVE ME

But .. I noticed that Scott Pilgrim is on your list now I would kill for some Stephen Stills smut,,

Stephen Stills x male reader

Headcanons

Chubby Stephen Stills lives forever in my mind.

It takes a while to Stephen to accept his own sexuality, and even longer to act on it. His friend group probably drags him along to a club of some kind, as they all want to let lose and get him out of his comfort zone.

Stephen finds himself in a corner with some kind of alcoholic drink, trying to avoid the crowds, and trying not to stare at the many attractive guys walking around. He feels extremely out of place with his denim pants, flannel shirts and thicker body.

That’s what ends up catching your attention though, he doesn’t try to appear more than he is, and isn’t showing off. So, after telling your friends you’d be right back, you saunter over to the guitarist.

Stephen almost thinks he’s imagining things when you slide up beside him, leaning against the wall with a handsome grin on your face, your clothes sitting perfectly on your body, and your hair styled in a way that only makes you more attractive.

He wouldn’t believe it when you claim he’s attractive and that’s why you are flirting with him, as he’s probably used to people making jokes on his appearance.

Imagine Stephens surprise when you pull grab his hand and pull him out onto the dancefloor, arms winding around his neck to give you better leverage to grind up on him. Stephen’s face goes bright red, and he almost drops his mostly empty drink, his free hand gripping your hip as you move against him in those sinful movements.

He swears he can hear Wallace wolf whistle somewhere in the background through the music that plays over the speakers, especially when you press right up against Stephen and bury your face into his neck.

A shaky breath leaves him as you start nipping at his neck, pressing the flat of your tongue against the skin there and dragging it over the stubble running down his neck. Stephen’s head falls back with a soft moan, a noise you are unable to hear over the music, but you can feel it against your lips.

At some point he loses what’s left of his drink, but at this point Stephen can’t find it in himself to care as he’s groping at your waist, pulling your hips against his own, erections grinding together and making him shiver and gasp.

Hes lightheaded from the blood rushing to his head, both of them, that is, as Stephen has never found himself so hard and unsure of himself. He stumbles as you suddenly pull back, grabbing his hands to lead him through the large crowd of people.

All Stephen can do is stumble after you as you lead him somewhere, down a hallway and around a corner, and in through a normal looking door. A bathroom, one of the employees that people shouldn’t know the location of, but you had worked part time at the club at some point, so you knew the way around.

Few words have actually passed between the two of you before your kissing him, hands buried in his ruffled brown hair, his stubble rubbing the skin of your face raw as his hands finds themselves on your torso, touching and feeling your body through your clothes.

His kisses aren’t the most experienced, and maybe it comes from the fact that this is completely new territory to him, to do this with a man, that is. But he makes up for it through his enthusiasm, and the soft noises he lets pass from his mouth to yours only adds onto your enjoyment.

Its hard not to smirk at how desperate Stephen appears, his hips rolling on his own against yours, his heart racing in his chest and face hot and flushed.

When you finally reach down to palm at his crotch, a louder gasped noise leaves him, as his hips jolt forwards, trying to buck into your touch, searching for the contact he craves so much.

Stephen stumbles as you pull away and push him towards the toilet, your hands working expertly as you undo his belt and pull his cock free before he’s sat down. He whimpers softly as his hard length twitches, precum beading at the red tip as his hands grip your sides, his eyes looking up at you with the hungriest expression a man has ever given you.

You press a kiss to his lips to distract him as you kick off your shoes and pants, leaving on your socks, since its still a public-ish bathroom, your hands finding a pack of lube in your jacket pocket before the jacket too Is thrown to the floor.

A shaky curse leaves his lips as you scramble into his lap as well as you can in your current location, your fingers easily finding your hole and opening yourself up in practiced ease, your hard cock pressing against Stephens soft middle.

It doesn’t take long to open yourself up, and using the excess lube, you lather up his aching cock, causing his eyes to roll and his jaw to drop in a silent moan, more precum gathering on his tip and slicking up his length.

You can’t help but mutter soft praise to him as you lower yourself onto him, his cock filling you up as you both moan at the feeling, Stephens noises shakier than your own as his grip on your hips grow tighter.

He ends up kissing you desperately as you start riding him, the kiss wet and uneven as he can’t seem to fully focus because of your fluttering hole around him, your cock dragging stains against the fabric of his shirt as you bounce at a steady pace.

It takes some maneuvering for Stephen to strike your prostate, but when he does, he seems to take to it like a fish to water, bucking his hips up into you and striking that bundle of nerves every time he bottoms out inside you.

The fabric of his pants feels rough against your ass as he starts pulling you down into his bucks, Stephen ducking down to start biting and sucking on your neck as you grasp at his shoulders and arms, squeezing the fat and muscle under your fingers.

His moans evolve into rougher growls and groans as he grows closer to the edge, Stephens eyes fluttering shut as his jaw clenches, his abdomen tingling and balls drawing up as that familiar feeling rushes through his bloodstream.

Stephen leans back against the toilet as he bucks his hips up one last time, head falling back onto the water tank with a thunk as his soft stubbled neck is almost offered to you, a drawn out groan leaving his clenched teeth as he spills deep inside you.

With his throat so exposed, its impossible to not lean down and sink your teeth into it, sucking another hickey as you clench around him and reach down a hand to stroke yourself to completion. You are nice enough not to spill all over his shirt, instead catching it in your palm as you cum, your palm painted white.

Stephen shudders for a while, catching his breath and collecting his thoughts again before he can look at you, his chest rising and falling as he pants. You just grin and kiss him, softly this time, before getting up and cleaning up as well as you are able.

His knees are wobbly as he gets up, but he follows after you dutifully when you grab his hand, pulling him back into the crowd and towards your friends, who have apparently met up with Stephen’s friend group.

He must look as well fucked as he feels, as all of his friends start hollering and whooping, a knowing glint in Wallace’s eyes as he knows exactly what you guys were doing. Stephen finds himself blushing even more, but he doesn’t say anything about it, still feeling unsure on his feet.

You end up telling him you like him quite a lot, and that you wanna go on a date with him at some point. And Stephen, being just as smitten, is quick to agree. You guys share numbers and other contact information, and as the night comes to an end you make sure to kiss him within an inch of his life, ignoring the wolf whistles and cheers from your friends.

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