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junie-boo · 7 months ago

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Reverse Bunny

Vampire!Matthew Patel x gen!neutral reader

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

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

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

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

You wanted to pass away that day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is what you thought.

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

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

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

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

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Matthew POV

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

He'll definitely still go down on you later.

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

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

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

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

“ 𝓡𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓮!~ 🐇🥕

🍒𝓒 𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓳𝓸𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓷! 💋

*𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓜𝓐𝓛𝓔 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼*

ᐢ. ₓ .ᐢ ”

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

This will be interesting.

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*BACK TO YOUR POV*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here we go.

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

“Hello gorgeous!~”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holy fucking shit, it was Matthew.

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait… I didn’t?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Things are about to get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year ago

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Breaking Hearts and Making Names

Pairing: Nathan Scott x Fem!reader

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

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

Word Count: 676

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

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

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

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

She nods and scoots around him so she can leave.

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

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

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

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

"I did and I'm so proud."

You both throw your heads back and chuckle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The one in your hoodie is mean."

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

"Makes sense," Lucas says.

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

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

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

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

"She hurt Chris Keller's feelings."

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

“Tell your brother to control his girl.”

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

Mouth and Skills chuckle to themselves as they pass him.

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

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

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

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

“The look?”

Mouth nods, “the look.”

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

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

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Only You

Pairing: Nathan Scott x Reader

Summary: Nathan admits his feelings for you after years being friends.

Word Count: 1815

Tags/Warnings: none i think, its mostly fluff and a little angst

High school used to be something you loved. It was the only time of day where you didn't have to put up with your recently divorced parents' bullshit and where the world around you seemed to stop spinning.

You were lucky because of the friendships you had built since you were a kid. Brooke and Nathan were your rocks, almost like your family. Peyton was also your friend, but your different relationships with Nathan had caused a rift between you two.

Now that they had broken off their relationship, you and Peyton had finally had the time to really get to know each other and see that you actually had a lot more in common than you realized. Before, Peyton used to feel jealous of your close relationship with Nathan. Now she saw how stupid she had been to misjudge you. But in her defense, the looks Nathan gave you showed much more than just love between friends.

You laughed when you heard her say that.

Nathan Scott? in love with you? Her best friend since kindergarten?

The mere thought made you laugh.

But Peyton and Brooke seemed pretty convinced by the statement.

You told them once again they were crazy as you walked into the classroom for your favorite activity of the day. Theater.

It was the space where you could express all your feelings in a less personal and intimate way. A way to make art out of all the pain you had in your life. But there was also a lot of joy and happiness in it.

Nathan was one of the reasons why you kept fighting.

The notes he used to leave you in your locker, encouraging you for the day. The flowers he would send you every time you had a play, or how he would dedicate his scores to you with little winks and smiles meant just for you.

But lately, Nathan had been far from being the friend you used to lean on. He had been spending time with his new tutor, Haley James, for several days. Even though you had offered to help him yourself.

You liked Haley. She was sweet, kind and especially caring. Years back, when you were the shyest kid in school, she and Lucas were the only two people besides Nathan who used to spend time with you. But when Brooke met you everything changed and high school inevitably separated you because of your friendship groups.

Today, like many others, a basketball game was going to take place in the gym right around the time you left the theater.

For you it was routine to go straight out to watch Nathan on the court, playing as if the sport was the air he breathed.

You saw the large group of students and parents enter the place, you saw Brooke and Payton with beaming smiles and their cheerleading pom-poms through the door and you hesitated whether to go in.

Nathan had been distant and had simply ignored you today, so why should you force him to pay you any attention.

The fact was that basketball wasn't something you particularly enjoyed watching. No sport was. You were an artist. But for Nathan you would watch anything.

Yet, tonight you decided to turn around and walk away from the crowd of people in Tree Hill Ravens jerseys and walked home as the sun set over the horizon. You had exams to study for, homework to do and text to memorize. You couldn't waste time at a basketball game.

And although coming back home was usual a nightmare, tonight the universe seemed to be on your side and decided to give you some peace. Your mother was out, so you had the house to yourself.

After leaving your backpack in your room and putting one of your favorite music records in the player, you went downstairs to feed your dog and grabbed an ice cream from the freezer and a spoon before sitting down on the couch to go over the dialogue of the play.

Time always flew when it came to theater. Especially if you were alone and could imagine the scenes on the spot, walking around the room while saying the text to an invisible audience. Well, not totally. Your dog always barked every time you finished and smiled.

When you petted his head for the tenth time that night you didn't know how long it had been until your doorbell echoed and your eyes traveled to the clock by the fireplace.

It was past midnight.

Not a normal hour for visits.

“Mom, I told you to remember your keys. I can't open the door for you every day” You growled, walking towards the door. But your words caught in your throat at the sight of who stood at the other side of the door. “Nathan?”

Pale-faced and dressed in his basketball uniform and a black hoodie, Nathan Scott was standing in front of you. His blue eyes pleading for you to let him in. And so you did. Without a second thought, you stepped aside and let him into the house he had been in so many times before.

“I screwed up.” Nathan announced, sitting down on the couch.

Your dog ran over to him for a quick pet and then lay down next to him, resting his head on his lap. Nathan smiled slightly as he petted him behind the ears, enjoying his soft hair and the love he was showing him.

You couldn't help but smile too, admiring the tender and familiar sight before your eyes.

“What do you mean?” You asked after a few seconds as you moved closer to sit next to him.

Nathan took a deep breath before answering.

“I took something to play better. I needed to keep up and show my dad that I was still the best. That I was better than...”

“Who? Lucas?” You interrupted him.

Nathan sighed, looking down at the floor. But that was answer enough for you.

“Nathan, you don't have to prove anything to anyone. You're the best basketball player on the team, and all of Tree Hill. We all need a break, okay? That doesn't make you weak or a worse player.”

“I should have told you sooner.” Nathan admitted, raising his gaze up to meet your eyes. “I could have used to hear that before I passed out in the middle of the game.”

Your eyes widened.

“You passed out? My God, Nathan you should be in a hospital.” You said, getting to your feet.

“No, no.” He said, holding your wrist and pulling you back to sit next to him. “I already went. I actually ran away from there to come here.”

“You're crazy.”

“'Yeah. I might be.” He admitted with a small smile peeking through his lips. “But at that moment, when everything was going black and I couldn't breathe, all I could think about was you. About how I had to get well for you. And that the moment I could stand on my feet again I would come straight to you.”

Nathan's words left you completely speechless. You didn't know what to think.

Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“Nate...”

“You don't have to say anything.” He cut you off, moving a strand of hair from your face. A gesture he'd never made before and felt especially loving and intimate at that moment. “I just needed you to know.”

The silence in the house made the tension between you rise. Your breaths were the only thing you could hear and feel besides the annoying and constant sound of the clock ticking with each passing second in which neither of you made the slightest attempt to separate from the other.

His eyes were watching you in a way you had never seen before. A gaze full of love, affection and even hope. A look of longing.

It was the look that Peyton and Brooke described every time you laughed at their theories about Nathan having a crush on you. Now those laughs faded into the past as you realized they had been right all along.

And the feel of his fingers touching the tip of the strand of hair he had tucked behind your ear was soft and gentle. His blue eyes were mesmerizing. You could almost feel yourself sinking, drowning and dying in them.

And his lips...

God, that's why you'd never really looked at his lips before. Because with just one look your whole body was begging you to taste them.

Sensing your hesitation, Nathan started to feel like he had screwed up by admitting his feelings. You were his best friend. His only friend if he was honest with himself. And he had just shattered the only real relationship he had.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.” He apologized suddenly, pulling his face away from yours.

Your doe-eyes and the slight pout on your lips watched him rise from the couch in an almost impossible speed for you to react in time.

It wasn't until your dog barked next to you that your body finally decided to act and follow his footsteps towards the door.

Nathan turned to you with confusion and concern when he heard your leg hit the wooden table, but before he could say anything your lips were on his, silencing his words and all the doubts in his mind.

The kiss felt familiar. Extremely familiar. Almost as if your lips were meant to be against each other's.

The kiss began slowly and hesitantly. But as soon as Nathan came out of his initial state of shock his hands soon traveled to your waist while you entwined the fingers of one of your hands in his hair and held his cheek with the other, pulling him closer to you while your tongue asked for permission to enter his mouth.

Smiling unconsciously, Nathan welcomed your tongue and the both of you began to fight to see who could show their love for the other the most.

It was no different from how your friendship was, where competition was a part of your dynamic.

You let out a small moan as you pulled away a few inches to catch your breath. Nathan took the opportunity to press you to the wall and began to kiss your jaw, moving slightly down towards your neck as your body arched against his touch.

“You don't know how long I've been waiting for this.” He smiled against your skin as he moved toward your ear.

Shivers of pleasure ran through your body as you felt him in that sensitive spot.

“Don't waste any more time then, Scott.” You replied, grabbing his hair to force him to look you in the eyes. “I'm all yours.”

With a smile, Nathan found your lips once again, gaining another moan from you.

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He's Not The Guy For You

Brooke Davis (18) x Fem Reader (18)

Warnings: Angst, Smut and fluff

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Y/N stood as she nursed her drink, watching as Brooke laughed with the other guys, holding a towel up as Lucas approached her. It was no secret that Lucas was also trying to win Brooke back, hearing Lucas's words loud and clear.

"I'm the guy for you, Brooke Davis." With that he walked away, leaving her watching after him. Something had begun to boil within her as she downed her drink.

"So, you and Brooke?" Peyton spoke up as she stood beside her, Y/N just turned around to face the blonde. "I can see how you look at her, I know you like her."

"Yeah, but she's going to choose him, even after he broke her heart." She spoke angrily. "Hell, I was the one who picked up the pieces after the two of you betrayed her." Peyton flinched at her words, remembering the look on Brooke's face the moment she found out about the affair.

"I know that we hurt her, and I also know that you shouldn't give up on her." She told her firmly. "Don't let Lucas win."

"Why? So you can have him?" She challenged, raising her brow as Peyton laughed.

"Oh no, I have learnt my lesson, so I am staying clear of Lucas Scott." She laughed as she patted Y/N's arm. "Look, you stand more of a chance than him, you just have to tell her." With that, she left Y/N alone with her thoughts.

After the party, word had gotten around the school that both Brooke and Lucas were in a non exlusive relationship. Which had only disheartened Y/N, making her think that she has no chance with Brooke.

"I'm sorry." Haley whispered as she leaned against the locker besides Y/N's. "Peyton told me about you and Brooke."

"Seriously?!" Y/N yelled, slamming her locker, causing eyes to turn towards them. "That is no one's business."

"Y/N, I am your twin." She told her. "I should know these things."

"No, you shouldn't." Y/N retorted, clutching the strap of her bag. "Just because we're sisters, doesn't mean you should know everything about me." Hurt flashed over Haley's face.

"Okay." She whispered, nodding her head slowly. "I guess I'll just leave you alone." With that she walked away, heading towards her next class as Y/N replaced her books back inside her locker and headed back out of the school.

Once Brooke had found out about what Y/N had said to Haley, she decided to head to the James residence, knowing Y/N would be home. She banged harshly upon the door, anger brewing inside of her.

"What is wrong with you?!" Brooke yelled as Y/N opened the door, pushing past her inside. "First you throw what Lucas and Peyton did in my best friend's face, and then you're a bitch to your own sister."

"Well, hello to you Brooke." Y/N spoke sarcastically, heading straight towards the kitchen to grab a drink. "If you're just going to yell at me, would you like a drink?"

"No, I don't want a drink." She told her, crossing her arms across her chest. "I want to know what's going on with you. This is not you."

"Sure it is." Y/N flashed the fakest smile.

"No, it isn't." She spoke quietly, her eyes searching Y/N's. "I know you, more than anyone else and I know when something is up." She stepped closer, her hands reaching out for Y/N. "Please talk to me, tell me what's going on with you."

"I can't." Y/N whispered, squeezing her eyes closed. "Not this."

"Why not?" Brooke pressed, resting her hands on Y/N's arms. "I am here for you, I am never going to judge."

"I can't tell you." She whispered, opening her eyes to look into Brooke's. "It will change everything."

"No, it won't." Brooke spoke reassuringly. "You can talk to me."

"He's not the guy for you." She told her, voice barely above a whisper, her gaze never faltering.

"What.. What do you mean? Lucas?" Brooke let go of Y/N quickly, like she was afraid she would burn.

"He's already hurt you before, what's to say he won't do it again." She spoke softly. "I just, I hate seeing him with you, it makes me feel physically ill."

"Why are you telling me this?" Brooke questioned shakily.

"Because, I could be the one for you Brooke Davis. If you give me a chance, I can be that person for you." Y/N confessed, her confidence growing. "He doesn't deserve you, Brooke."

"I have to go." Brooke whispered, stepping away from her, looking everywhere but Y/N. "This can't. We can't."

"Brooke." Y/N tried, silenced by Brooke shaking her head.

"This is not happening." She whispered, reaching for the front door, opening it and leaving as fast as she could, and heading right back to the apartment.

"Hey, are you okay?" Haley asked her as she walked inside.

"Y/N, likes me." She spoke out loud. "No, she loves me." Haley just nodded with a tight lipped smile. "And you knew." She pointed her finger at Haley.

"It was Peyton who told me." She defended herself. "She told me she was worried about Y/N, and then told me about you and her."

"There is no Y/N and me." Brooke told her. "There isn't even a Lucas and me."

"Not exclusively." Haley stated.

"That's not the point." Brooke slumped down on the sofa. "I'm not ready to have my heart broken again." She whispered, wiping her eyes before the tears fell.

"Y/N wouldn't break your heart." Haley told her, taking a seat beside her. "But you also have to know who you really want to be with."

"I don't know." She whispered. "I like Lucas, I really liked him before he kissed Peyton, more than once behind my back, but he seems different." She leaned her head back on the sofa. "But Y/N, I don't know what I feel for her, I know she has been the one has always been there for me, someone who I could count on." She shifted to look at Haley. "I know she's attractive, I've always loved that mysterious bad girl vibe she has, but I've never really thought more about finding out what that could really mean."

"You can't play it safe and settle with what you know." Haley told her.

"Lucas isn't entirely safe." Brooke smirked.

"No, he's familiar and easier to be with." She stated. "Maybe you're mistaking love and attraction with familiarity."

"He is supposed to be your best friend." Brooke chuckled as Haley shrugged. "And Y/N is your twin. Although that is kind of hard to believe."

"I know, but I don't want you to choose either of them." Haley told her. "Follow what's inside of your heart and fight for it." With that Haley retreated to their bedroom, leaving Brooke alone with her thoughts.

Brooke found herself stood on the same porch as before, the sky was coated indigo as stars shone above. She hesitated before she knocked on the door, turning around and waited for an answer.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice sounded after the door opened.

"I just, I spoke with Haley." Brooke started, earning a laugh from Y/N. "No, not like that, well kind of like that. I told her about what happened, and I have had a moment of clarity." Y/N leaned against the door frame as she listened. "I can't entirely explain this feeling I have with you. I don't really know what real love feels like, I thought that's what I had with Lucas, what I thought we could find again, but I just can't." She looked in Y/N's eyes. "He's not the guy for me." She hesitantly stepped closer. "I guess it's you."

"You guess?" Y/N raised a brow, watching as Brooke fumbled.

"No." She spoke quickly, shaking her head. "You are the one for me, I just didn't know it. Not until now." The two remained stood in silence, the words slowly sinking in. After a moment, Y/N stepped forward, cupping her cheeks and pressing their lips together in a tender kiss. Brooke gripped her shirt with her fists, holding on for dear life as the butterflies erupted in her stomach. The kiss soon deepening as Y/N pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together as Y/N's hands reached up her back.

"Do you want to come inside?" Y/N asked breathlessly.

"Yes." Brooke answered quickly, Y/N not hesitating as she pulled her inside with her. Y/N pulled her back in for another hungry kiss, her hands wandering up and down Brooke's sides. "Bedroom." Brooke spoke breathlessly as Y/N's kisses travelled down her jaw. "I need you." With that, Y/N led her up the stairs, opening the door for her and letting her inside. Brooke started to remove her clothes as Y/N locked the door.

"You are so beautiful." Y/N spoke as she stepped closer to Brooke, wrapping her arms around her waist. Her hand reaching up and caressing Brooke's cheek as she gazed intensely in her eyes. Brooke answered with a searing kiss, moving to help Y/N strip herself of her clothes. Y/N then pushed Brooke back towards the bed, laying her down as she hovered above her. The two just in their underwear.

"Kiss me again." Brooke whispered, her hand resting gently on Y/N's neck. She complied, leaning down and capturing her lips in a loving kiss, her hands caressing her sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. As breathing became difficult, she started to press kisses down her jaw, making her way down as Brooke's hand found the back of her head.

Y/N's hand teased beneath the hem of Brooke's underwear, earning a gasp as she moved her hand back up her stomach, her kisses never ceasing on Brooke's neck.

"Fuck." Brooke moaned out as Y/N's hand found it's way back to her centre, applying slight pressure to her clit over her underwear. "Please."

"Please what baby girl?" Y/N husked in her ear, nibbling on her lobe as Brooke blushed at the pet name, clenching her thighs together, trapping Y/N's hand.

"Please touch me." She whispered, her eyes finding Y/N's who only smiled before she leaned down to capture her lips in a hungry kiss, her tongue pushing past her lips as she pushed Brooke's underwear to the side. Slipping a finger in her entrance, gathering her juices before running their fingers through her folds. "Oh." She moaned as Y/N rubbed on the small bundle of nerves. Y/N revelled in the sight of Brooke beneath her, watching her mouth fall open as she plunged a finger deep inside her soaked core.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful taking my fingers." She inserted a second finger, earning a loud moan from the girl beneath her. She watched as Brooke moaned breathlessly as Y/N increased her pace. Seeing as she was getting closer to the edge, Y/N removed her fingers from her, earning a whine. Brooke watched as Y/N pulled down her underwear before throwing her legs over her shoulders. Y/N's mouth watered at the sight of her soaking core, inhaling her scent before licking a strip through her folds. Earning a gasp from Brooke who's hand moved to keep Y/N's head in place as she continued her attack on Brooke's sensitive clit as her fingers pounded roughly into her soaked core.

"I'm gon." Brooke started before she let go, her thighs spasming around Y/N's head as they licked up every drop. Brooke pushed them away, watching as they kissed up her body as she caught her breath. "Wow." She breathed as she rested her arm over her head.

"Are you okay?" Y/N asked her, watching her carefully.

"Oh yeah." She answered, moving her arm to gaze into Y/N's eyes, a smile growing on her face. "I have never felt better." She reached up to caress her cheek. "I do want to see where we go. Exclusively." Brooke whispered, a soft smile growing on Y/N's face who only leaned down, capturing her lips in a tender kiss.

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first time — LUCAS SCOTT

PAIRING: Lucas Scott x fem!reader

SUMMARY: You go to a party thanks to your friends, and end up having your first time with Lucas.

WORDS COUNT: 2.0k

WARNINGS: "y/n" used once, smutt, first time, drink commented, fluff, lucas being extremely cute, reader being best friends with Brooke and Peyton.

a/n: Okay, I'll admit that this was a bit bad, but this was my first time writing smutt in English and I don't know if it was good, I hope it pleased you ♡

English is not my first language, I'm sorry if I make mistakes in my writing!!

This fic will have sensitive and sexual content. MNDI!

It had been a while since you had become friends with Brooke and Peyton, which resulted in you being one of the most famous friendship trios at Tree Hill High School. Brooke being the most outgoing, of course, Brooke always got the guys, she was friends with almost everyone. Peyton was more reserved when it came to talking to people, she's introverted, likes rock music, you're Brooke, they're always at her house, whether it's to learn more about the music she buys, to paint her nails and gossip or to listen to Peyton vent about her how Nathan is being an asshole to her. Brooke always knows the whole school's gossip, so it turns out there's always something between you.

Almost a week ago, Lucas Scott — Nathan's half-brother from different mothers — managed to join the basketball team, literally that boy is being flirted with by girls.

Lucas was a boy who, before the basketball team, played with some friends at River Court Park. However, in your first game he wasn't as bad as you and the two girls expected. He started out VERY bad, that was obvious but he really exceeded your expectations.

You were definitely interested in Lucas, but as it turned out, so was Brooke so much so that she made her move to get naked in the backseat of Lucas' car, which made you slightly lose your hopes for him, if you had any. Brooke is beautiful and has a great body, what would be the chances of him choosing you?

Well, that's how something really interesting begins.

There was a party today, you were in Peyton's room changing in her bathroom, while Brooke and Peyton were talking about something. Brooke chose from the three clothing options you showed her a tight, dark blue dress that reached the end of her thighs. It definitely valued your body and then you carefully left the bathroom and claps and screams came from your friends.

"Definitely gorgeous" Brooke said smiling.

"If you don't give some kisses today, the boys are blind" Peyton said laughing while Brooke nodded, agreeing with her friend.

It didn't take long for the girls to get ready, Peyton was wearing a basic black dress and Brooke was wearing a pretty pink dress.

When I arrived at the party, it was full. Some people you knew, but some you hadn't even seen in your life. It was always like that at parties, unknown people would come. The party started out pretty boring for you, Peyton was with Nathan and Brooke with any boy who showed interest and she thought it was cute. You were just drinking whatever you found in the kitchen. Until the moment you heard a voice behind you.

“Hey” Lucas said to you.

"Hi, new boy" You smiled kindly at him and he genuinely smiled at you.

“Y/n, right?” He asked, sitting next to you on the bench outside the house.

"Yes" She replied simply while looking at him in surprise and with a slight curiosity because until then, Lucas Scott had never looked at you properly.

You and Lucas talked for about thirty minutes, you got to know a lot about him, what his life was like in relation to Nathan's family, his hatred for Dan, he talked about how much he admired his mother and in return, you talked about your problems at home which resulted in both of them saying "I'm sorry" at the same time and then bursting out laughing.

"How did you become...you know...popular?" He asked out of nowhere, making the girl next to him frown and he noticed and clarified "You know, when we were in eighth grade, I remember you, braces, quiet and not known to almost anyone."

"Ah, get it. I mean, I don't know, the next thing I know I was talking to Peyton at the beginning of the year and then Peyton introduced me to Brooke and Brooke kind of introduced me to the whole school" You replied with a shrug, and he nodded.

"Get it" Lucas smiled, the kind of smile that would make any girl melt, including you.

"But how about you? How are you doing? Y'know, now being the famous guy of tree hill" She asked back as she went back to drinking the drink from the glass.

"I can't say normal, but it's not going bad" He chuckled and looked at her "You look beautiful" he added, smiling smugly at her.

Quickly, she blushed nervously and laughed embarrassedly "Thank you" she smiled embarrassedly at him.

So, you started to stare at the night full of stars, as a way to escape from facing him, but he continued staring at you blatantly. It was silent for a few minutes until you decided to look at him and say something but he cuts you off with a kiss. His lips were glued to the sky, at first you didn't know how to react, but soon you began to return his kiss. You can feel Lucas's hand slowly go to your waist and caress gently making your entire body shivered with the sensation.

Little by little, his hands went to the hem of your dark blue dress, while he started kissing your neck, you stopped saying "Lucas...we are in public" She said in a embarrassed way.

"I'm sorry" he asked, stopping quickly and then he walked away and you straightened up and sighed at what had just happened.

"It's okay, I...kind of was liking but we're in public and it doesn't feel right" she smiled at him.

"Do you want to go somewhere else that isn't so public?" he asked after a while, making your eyes widen in surprise at the courage of the question and without you wanting to, you answered him — "Yeah, totally" — Now you were in a room in the party house and locked, of course.

Lucas began to kiss you slowly, while you reciprocated, his attention went to your legs, in which his hands slowly entered your dress and he started kissing your neck and collarbone while you enjoyed and caressed his blonde hair. For a few minutes, the room was silent until he gave her butt a light squeeze and she let out a moan and he chuckled. He carefully grabbed your thighs firmly and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, his hands on your thighs and your arms around his neck. Lucas walked to the bed in the room and laid you down carefully while kissing your lips quickly and full of desire.

His hands held the hem of your dress and slowly went up and soon, with his help, you were just in your lingerie set and he gave you a smile "Pretty" he whispered to you.

Your hands went inside his shirt, caressing and lightly scratching his back while he kissed your neck and caressed your hips, playing with the hem of your panties, making you whimper slightly and he pulled away and took off his shirt, exposing his muscular chest — But nothing exaggerated — Little by little he started unbuttoning his jeans and soon changing into boxers, and then you stopped him before he got any closer.

"Lucas, I... never did that" You said and he looked at you for a few seconds and approached you, carefully placing himself between your legs and whispering in your ear — "It's okay" — You frowned and became calmer, “Really?”

"Yeah. Totally, but do you still want to do it?" he asked caressing your cheeks with his left hand.

"Yeah...I want it" She smiled while the silver chain around his neck hit her collarbone, causing you to feel butterflies in your stomach and he carefully went back to kissing her neck and gently caressing her stomach while her hands still caressed his blonde hair, while she enjoyed the feeling of his touches. Then, his hands slid to her back and carefully unhooked her bra and his hands carefully took off her bra, throwing it on some corner of the bed while his hands gently caressed her breasts.

She let out a light moan and he smiled, and carefully he sucked her nipples and on the other breast, he caressed her nipples. She writhed beneath him. After a few minutes, he stopped paying attention to her breasts and gently kissed her stomach until he reached the hem of her panties and he looked at her, as a way of asking permission and she just nodded, eagerly.

Lucas's hands carefully reached the strap of her panties, but before he took them off, he brought her face closer and placed a light kiss on the fabric, causing her to let out a moan. Then, he finally pulled down her panties and threw them anywhere, just like he did with her bra. He carefully placed kisses on her thighs, while he just heard her moans filling the room. Finally, Lucas carefully planted a few kisses on her clitoris, making her catch her breath at the new sensation.

"Lucas" she moaned his name as she began to feel his hot tongue licking her pussy, causing more and more moans, her hands held his blonde hair and sometimes gave it a few tugs, until the time Lucas felt her completely wet and carefully added a finger to her entrance, causing another moan from her.

The next time his finger entered her, he felt her entire walls tighten around his finger, while he continued to stimulate her clitoris with his tongue, sometimes giving it a few sucks. With a few more moves like that, she was almost there.

"Lucas...I-" she couldn't finish, as another moan came and she ended up pushing his face further, wanting more contact.

"I know" he replied, as he accelerated the movements with his fingers and tongue, and it didn't take long for her to cum on his finger. In which, he had no shame in putting it in his mouth just to feel your tasted.

She let out a relieved sigh and smiled at him, already slightly touched, he gave her a kiss, causing her to feel a slight taste of herself.

"I'm going to go carefully" He whispered in her ear with a smile, whilw she saw the large bulge in his boxers. He carefully kissed her lips and took off his boxers, he moved his hands to his own dick, relieving it slightly and he carefully adjusted himself on her legs, he carefully positioned the head of his dick at her entrance and faced her. and said "Ready?"

"Yes," She whispered, as she clutched at nothing, anxiously.

He carefully and slowly pushed his dick inside her, she just let out a few moans of pain as she was fully lubricated for him. He stayed inside her for a while, quietly, waiting for her to get used to his size and him being there inside her.

"Okay...you can move" She smiled decidedly, carefully, he started to move his hips slowly, while his hands were on her hips, picking up momentum. When her moans slowly turned into pleasure, he increased the speed of his movements. His hips slamming against yours, his balls hitting your ass, while the room was full of moans, sighs coming from Lucas and you, however, they could also hear the loud music from the party.

Lucas continued the movement, until the moment Abby let out something similar to a low scream but in a moan and he knew what was happening "Try to hold it" he asked, wanting them to reach climax together, so she started to squeeze his dick of him inside her, causing shivers and grunts from him.

"Continue" he groaned in a hoarse voice. You obeyed and continued squeezing him "Okay...you can let go" he whispered in your ear and then, you both came at the same time.

Lucas, when he felt the sensation of pleasure invade his body, he laid his face in the crook of your neck and stayed there for a few minutes, until he carefully took his dick out of you and lay down on the bed next to you, pulling you into his arms.

"You did well...for a first time" he whispered and you let out a laugh. After a few minutes of rest, the two of you had to get dressed again and go back to the party, however, the end of the night ended with Lucas at your house.

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ghostlesswhispers · 2 years ago

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°˖➴ 𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝚃 ⋆· ༘ *

‧₊˚ ꩜彡┆𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈 .ᐟ

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

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

✎ᝰ.┆𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙴 .ᐟ

Lucas Lee X Ftm Reader, fluff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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iggysolosgoku · 1 year ago

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Get to know me

Name: Johnny

Age: 19

Requests are open!

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Favorite animes: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, jujutsu kaisen,demon slayer and sailor moon

Favorite movies: Scott pilgrim vs the world, repo the genetic opera, scream, the whole Chucky franchise, five nights at Freddy's, the whole trolls franchise, nightmare before Christmas, and Edward scissorhands

Stuff I will write: Fluff, found family, platonic stuff, nsfw, sfw, LGBTQ, yandere, autistic reader, chubby reader,any character reader (ex: mitsuri reader), and poly

Stuff I won't write: incest, angst, age gap,any trolls character x reader cause that's just weird, and animal x reader

Animes and movies I write for: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, Jujutsu kaisen, demon slayer, and Scott pilgrim vs the world

Characters from hunter x hunter I write for: Gon freeces (platonic ONLY), Killua Zoldyck (platonic ONLY), kurapika, leorio, Bisky, wing, illumi Zoldyck, the whole phantom troupe (minus bonolenov, kortopi, and Franklin I like them but not like that), Kite, and Knuckle bine

Characters from Scott pilgrim vs the world I write for: Scott pilgrim, Ramona Flowers, Kim Pine, Stephen Stills, Young Neil, Knives Chau (platonic ONLY), Julie Powers, Stacey Pilgrim, Lucas Lee, Roxie Richter, Gideon Graves, Katayangi Twins, Matthew Patel, Envy Adams, Todd Ingram, and Wallace wells (platonic for girls)

Characters from Jjba part 1 I write for: Jonathan Joestar, Robert E.O Speedwagon, Erina Pendolton, and Dio Brando

Characters from Jjba part 2 I write for: Joseph Joestar, Caesar Zeppeli, Lisa Lisa, Suzi Q, Kars, Wammu, Esidisi, And Santanna

Characters from Jjba part 3 I write for: Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Muhammad Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Joseph Joestar (platonic ONLY), Holly Kujo and Dio Brando

Characters from Jjba part 4 I write for: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu nijimura, koichi hirose, Rohan kishibe, yukako yamagishi, toshikazu hazamada (I don't support his actions), Tonio trussaradi, Yoshikage Kira, Reimi Sugimoto, and Mikitaka hazekura

Characters from Jjba part 5 I write for: Giorno Giovanna, bruno bucciarati, Leone abbachio, Trish una, narancia ghirga, mista Guido, panncotta fugo, risotto Nero, melone, formaggio, illuso, prosciutto, pesci (platonic ONLY), diavolo, doppio vinegar, squala, tiziano, cioccolata, sorbet, gelato, and ghiaccio

Characters from Jjba part 6 I write for: Jolyne Kujo, ermes Costello, narsico anasui, weather report, foo fighters, and Enrico pucci

Characters from Jjba part 7 I write for: Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, hot pants, Diego Brando, and Lucy steel (platonic ONLY)

Characters for jjba part 8 I write for: I have not read part 8 yet

Characters from demon slayer I write for: Tanjiro Kamado, zenitsu agastuma, inosuke hashibira, nezuko Kamado (platonic ONLY), genya, and all the hashira

Characters from jujutsu kaisen I write for: Yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, maki zenin, toge inumaki, satoru gojo, nanami kento, kamo choso, and geto suguru

I will NOT write for: Hisoka Morrow

#hxh #jjk #scott pilgrim #jjba #demon slayer

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fluffvstheworld · 2 years ago

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Requests are....closed (for now!)

Welcome!

Hey hey! I made this blog for fun to do on the side. Please keep in mind that most of these will be headcanons as I definitely won't be having too much time, and due to such request answers may be a lil slow.

Firstly...

Things I Will Write:

Fluff, angst, headcanons, character x readers, anything revolving those criteria

Things I Don't Write:

character x character, NSFW, any long stories, pedophilia, racism, homophobia, and anything else weird I don't have on this list

Masterlist

Fandoms/Characters I Write For:

note: anybody italicized are my favorites

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off:

-Matthew Patel

-Lucas Lee

-Todd Ingram

-Roxy Richter

-Katayanagi twins

-Gideon Graves

FNAF (movie):

-William Afton

-Mike Schmidt

Fandoms I will possibly consider writing for in the future: Danganronpa, YTTD, Pokemon, and Hetalia

#scott pilgrim x reader #FNAF x reader #Introduction post

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happy74827 · 1 month ago

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Scott Pilgrim vs. The World Masterlist

This is my official masterlist of every person/fic I’ve written about in Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. Enjoy!!

•Characters•

Gideon Graves

Lucas Lee

Matthew Patel

Neil "Young Neil" Nordegraf

Todd Ingram

#scott pilgrim vs. the world #scott pilgrim fanfiction #scott pilgrim vs the world #fanfiction #lucas lee #todd ingram #matthew patel #gideon graves #young neil #fanfic #x reader #reader #fluff #angst #tumblr fyp #fyp

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leossmoonn · 3 years ago

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Scott’s Girl

masterlist

pairing - lucas scott x fem!reader

type - fluff, angst

note / request - taken from one of my concepts! “Stealing an idea from the person who requested the matt concept lol - jealous Lucas Scott concept? Fluff not smut please :)” this is my first lucas fic! sorry about my baskteball terminology, after 6 seasons i still know nothing lol. enjoy!

summary - you see a new side to lucas as a rival teammate talks to you

warnings / includes - mild language, poor basketball terminology, ending alluding to sex. not edited, if u see spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes lmk lol

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*gif isn’t mine*

“And the Ravens score another three-pointer. Something must be in the air tonight. This is the first night in a long night where they are ahead of the game.”

“Woo, go Lucas!” You cheer. You jump up and down in the bleachers, cupping your hands around your mouth as you continued to shout.

Lucas smiles at you, lifting his arm and pointing at you while blowing you a kiss. The crowd awes, Brooke and Haley cheering for you two and making kissy faces and noises. You roll your eyes, deciding to walk down the bleachers and over to your friends.

“Thank you for drawing attention to me,” you say. “Oh, please, you already had all eyes on you,” Brooke smirks.

“Yeah, you and Lucas are becoming the “It” couple,” Haley says.

“Awe, are jealous, Hales,” you grin. She rolls her eyes. “The opposite, actually.”

You shrug, “I’m just being a supportive girlfriend, is all. Nothing to it.”

“I heard the other team wants girlfriends just like you,” Brooke says. You raise your brow. “can’t their moms cheer for them or something?”

“Well, they don’t really want to kiss their mom’s after winning, do they?” Brooke smirks. You grimace, “ew, Brooke!”

“What? Am I wrong?”

You and Haley shake your heads with a smile.

“Oh, speaking of basketball players, douchy one coming at 12 o’clock.” Haley juts her chin behind you.

“You can just say it’s Nathan,” you remark. You spin around on your heel, surprised to find that it was indeed not Nathan. It was a player from the other team. “Oh, hi,” you greet shyly.

“Hey. You’re the Raven’s number one fan, right?” He asks.

“Oh, is that what they’re calling me now?” You raise your brow.

He chuckles, “I’m afraid so. What’s your real name?”

“I’m Y/n. And I take it you’re number 13 from the Knights?” You ask.

“That is me. But my alias is Ryan,” he answers. You give him a kind smile. “Nice to meet you. Um, I don’t mean to be rude, but why are you talking to me?”

“Well, I’m benched for the rest of the game, and you finally came down,” he explains. “Oh? You know, you could’ve just come up. Nobody was sitting next to me,” you say.

“I’m a little shy,” he shrugs. “Nothing wrong with that,” you say. You turn towards the basketball court, clasping your hands in front of you as you continue to watch the game. You meet eyes with Lucas, giving him a wave and a smile as he passes you.

“How long have you two been together?” Ryan asks.

“About six months,” you answer. “Oh, so you’ve been with him before he was a basketball player?” He asks.

“He’s always been one. Just not for this team.”

“Ah,” he nods. “Where did he play before?”

“Why are you so interested in him? Shouldn’t you be watching your team and rooting for them?” You turn to face him.

He lets out a little laugh. “I’m rooting for them inside of my head. The shooting guard and I communicate by telepathy.”

You can’t help but giggle. “Oh, really? Did you just tell him to miss the shot, then?”

Ryan scratches the back of his head, looking down at his shoes shyly before looking at you through his dark lashes. “I was too busy talking to you. That’s why he missed it.”

You roll your eyes with a smile. “Smooth.”

He grins, “I try.”

Across the court is Lucas who is death-glaring Ryan. He can’t ignore the anger bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. He stares as you laugh again at whatever Ryan was saying. What could he be saying that’s so funny? Lucas thought. His hands ball into fists as you turn your body towards Ryan, giving him a toothy grin.

Lucas couldn’t be mad at you. You were obviously just being friendly and making conversation, and Ryan was keeping you engaged. You never were one to ignore someone, even if you didn’t know them. Your kind heart and friendliness was sometimes burden, Lucas thought.

“Hey, stop staring at Y/n. You’ll be able to kiss her after the game.” Nathan nudges Lucas’s arm.

“It’s not that,” Lucas shakes his head. Nathan stands next to him, smirking at you and Ryan. “Oh, I see.”

“What is so funny?” Lucas mutters. “Does he have a bunch of joke memorized or something?”

“I don’t know, man, but she seems pretty into him. I’d quit the Ravens and go back to being her full-time boyfriend,” Nathan remarks.

Lucas glares at his brother. “Maybe I should suggest to Haley that she breaks up with you so you can go back to being full-time jackass. Oh, wait, you already are.”

Nathan’s raises hands in defense. “I was just joking, dude. Y/n loves you, she’d never leave you for a guy who looks like he’s 30.”

Lucas chuckles, eyeing Ryan up and down again. “He kind of does, doesn’t he.”

Nathan nods, “now, c’mon. We can’t win the game if we don’t play.”

“Right,” Lucas agrees. He keeps his eye on the two of the for the rest of the night, his jealousy growing.

Ryan got closer and closer to you with each passing second. You didn’t even notice, too busy with focusing back and forth between the game and your conversation.

“You’ve never played a sport?” Ryan asks. “No? Why is that so hard to believe? Are people not allowed to not play sports?” You cross your arms around your chest.

“No. I guess it’s just that everyone i knows plays or has played a sport.”

“Well, consider me special, then,” you say. He smiles, “I will. What do you like to do then?”

“Well, I love to read and write.”

“Do you write essays for fun?”

“No!” You laugh. “More like… novels or short stories. Lucas does, too.”

“You gonna collaborate on a book together?” He asks. “Oh, no,” you shake your head. “He’s more focused on basketball than anything else right now. Plus, I’d rather do my own thing, you know? It’s more simple that way.”

Ryan nods, “understandable. Have you published any of your books?”

“No, but one of them are finished. I always end up getting burnt out or stuck on another idea. My mind is always running with ideas.”

“That’s so cool. I wish I was that creative.”

“Well, you can play sports and you’re great at is. That’s something to be proud of, too.”

“Not when you get benched all the time,” Ryan sighs. You frown, putting your hand on his forearm and squeezing comfortingly. “It’ll stop happening soon, I’m sure. You’re only 16. You got your whole career ahead of you.”

Ryan smiles, “thanks. You know, Lucas is really lucky to have you.”

“Yeah, I heard I’m everyone’s dream girl.” Your hand drops to your side.

“Can you blame us? You’re gorgeous, fun to talk to, smart, creative,” he lists off. You give him a shy smile, hear crawling up to the back of my neck. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he flashes you a charming smile.

Your attention flickers back to the game as clapping and whistling sounds. Your eyes grow wide as you see the scoreboard.

“Oh, my god! Ravens won!” You squeal. You jump up in excitement, turning to Ryan and hugging him. You practically tackle him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Ryan wraps his arms around the small of your back. “Good for you guys.”

Your body goes rigid and you pull away quickly. “I-I’m sorry. That was weird.” You step back, putting your hands behind your back.

“No, it wasn’t. It was a perfectly normal reaction,” Ryan shrugs.

“Thanks.” You smile shyly. You turn your head, your smile lighting up your face as Lucas runs towards you. “Hi, baby!” You exclaim. You put your arms around him, pecking his cheek as you hug him. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly against him.

“Good job! I’m so proud of you!” You whisper excitedly. Lucas smiles, “thank you.” He pulls away, keeping one arm around you he captures your lips into a bruising kiss. Your brows raise in surprise, but you melt against him nonetheless. Your fingers rake through his damp hair, your hands setting down to the nape of his neck and cradling his head.

He pulls away, smiling widely as he turns to Ryan who is rolling his eyes.

“You’re the guy who was keeping her company, huh?” Lucas asks.

“Yeah, hope you don’t mind. She looked kind of bored,” Ryan says.

Lucas narrows his eyes at him. “I definitely don’t mind. As long as you weren’t bothering her.”

“Luke!” You hiss and slap his chest. Ryan offers a cocky smile. “She didn’t seem too bothered to me. She seemed relieved, actually.”

“Oh, so you’re Mr. Nice Guy, then, huh?” Lucas asks.

“If that’s what you want to call me, then sure. We had fun, though. Right, Y/n?” Ryan looks at you.

“Yeah, talking to you was fun,” you confirm. Ryan grins and Lucas rolls his eyes.

“Well, I have to go. Good game tonight.”

“Oh, I agree. It was real nice watching you play,” Lucas remarks.

Ryan chuckles sourly as he walks away. You frown up at Lucas. “What was that for?” You ask.

“What? He was being a dick,” Lucas answers. You roll your eyes, stepping away from his grasp. “I have to get my things and talk to Brooke and Haley. I’ll meet you in the car.”

“Y/n!” Lucas exclaims helplessly as you walk away. He sighs and heads to the locker room, deciding to wait for you in the car like you said.

You follow Brooke and Haley to the locker room before you leave.

“He was just being so rude! It was annoying,” you say.

“Honey, he was jealous,” Haley says. You laugh, “what?”

“Don’t act all innocent! We all know you were talking to Ryan on purpose,” Brooke smirks.

“I wasn’t!” You disagree. “He just came up to me, and we started talking, and I didn’t even —”

“Brooke is just being Brooke. We all knew you meant no harm,” Haley cuts you off. “And I’m sure Lucas knows that. He just also knows that you’re too good to lose, and he’s afraid that’ll happen.”

“That’s bogus,” you scoff. “Guys are naturally jealous and spiteful creatures,” Brooke states.

“Just let him know Ryan didn’t mean anything,” Haley suggests.

“Show up naked in his car,” Brooke giggles. “I’ll pass,” you chuckle. “I guess I better go and talk to him.”

“Oh, boo! You’re no fun!” Brooke exclaims. “That’s me!” You grin before you walk off.

You stuff your hands into your jean pockets as you approach Lucas’s car. You knock on the window as Lucas’s head is buried in a book.

His head shoots up, his eyes darting from each window, his body relaxing as he sees it’s you. He unlocks the car and you open it, settling into the passenger seat.

“You hungry?” Lucas asks as you buckle your seatbelt.

“Yeah, but I’ll make myself something at home,” you answer.

“You sure? I can pick you something up on the way.”

“I’m good.”

“Alright,” Lucas nods. He fires up the ignition, switching the gears to reverse. You put your hand on top of his and his head whips to you. “What?” He asks.

“Put the car in park. I want to talk,” you say.

He does as you as, turning his body towards you. “What’s this about?”

“Why are you jealous?” You ask. He frowns. “I’m not jealous.”

“Okay, maybe not now, but you were 15 minutes ago.”

“Look, I was tired and maybe I said some things —”

“Stop being such a guy!” You groan. “Just admit you were jealous so I can continue.”

“Alright, fine, I was jealous! Happy now?”

“Yes,” you nod. “Why were you jealous, Luke?”

He sighs, rubbing his hand over his face. “I… I saw your smiling and laughing at his jokes. And then you touched his arm, and then you hugged him. And he wrapped his slimy little hand around your waist. God, I just watched to k—”

You put your hand on his knee. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Honestly, I was just excited and I was trying to comfort him either times. I don’t like him that way.”

He sighs, slouching in his seat. “I know. I-I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “It’s not your fault. We all get jealous.”

He nods, “but you don’t deserve —”

“Nu-uh. Don’t tell me what I deserve, Lucas Scott. I know what I deserve,” you say. You lean against the arm rest, leaning towards Lucas. “You know I love you right?”

Lucas blushes and smiles. “Yeah, I know. You know I love you, too, right.”

“I’m not sure, actually,” you sigh, feigning sadness. You crawl your fingers up his leg, looking at him through your lashes.

Lucas smiles and rests his hand on your upper thigh. “And what can I do to make sure you do know, then?”

“I don’t know,” you huff. “Get me something to eat?”

Lucas chuckles, “definitely.”

“And maybe we can have some dessert after,” you hum. Biting your lip as you smile.

Butterflies flutter in his stomach as you palm the tent in his pants. He coughs with a smile, his hand moving up to the zipper of your jeans. You lean over the middle of the car, kissing Lucas. You suck on his bottom lip gently, your tongue sliding alongside his. He bums contently, his hand moving to the small of your back and pulling you closer to him.

You rest your forehead against his as you stop kissing him. You nuzzle his nose with his. “I’m your girl, Lucas. Always.”

“You know, people call you —”

“Raven’s number one fan. I know,” you chuckle.

“Maybe you should be known as “Scott’s Girl”,” Lucas suggests.

You nod with a smile. “I think that would be perfect.”

“Then guys like Ryan can back off.”

“Or maybe they’ll come onto me stronger than ever. You’re hot when you’re mad, you know,” you smirk.

He raises his brows. “Oh, really?”

“Yep,” you nod. You pull away, setting back into your seat. “C’mon, I’m hungry. This car won’t drive itself.”

Lucas smiles as he puts his hand onto the stick shift. “You better be ready to not sleep tonight.”

Your heart drops to your stomach and you grin. “Don’t worry. I’m always ready for you.”

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