#omb request

[etclouie]

heart to heart

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — summary; being fwb before he goes to jail, and it continues on after he gets out, but you have a heart to heart talk after visiting him (Oscar ‘Spooky’ Diaz x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — warnings; aftermath of sex, talk of being naked, typical ‘what are we?’ scenario kinda, friends with benefits relationship, uh that’s it i think

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — word count; 1.2k

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — a/n; i’m so in love with this man

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since Oscar got out of jail, you’d been at his place a lot more. your arrangement taking a more serious turn than you had expected, but you weren’t entirely complaining.  

now, you were both laying in his bed. his arm around your waist to hold you tight against his side while your head lay on his shoulder, hand trailing across his chest absentmindedly. 

the remnants of your encounter still lingered in the air, bodies still sweat-slicked and warm. but the unresolved tension between you both lingered too, the unspoken words and the what ifs plaguing both of your thoughts. 

the steady beat of his heart was like a fleeting moment of peace, away from the troubles of everything— but Oscar couldn’t help but wonder how long it would last. 

the scent of your perfume lingered, filling his senses as he rested his chin on the top of your head. a soft sigh leaving him as your fingers traced across the crucifix around his neck, the gold pendant glimmering in the light. 

he couldn’t remember when you first started to toy with the chain, but he’d never stop you. it was almost ritualistic now, and he found it endearing. maybe it was the way you would look up at him when you did it, eyes soft, gentle and unburdened. a stark contrast to him. 

after a beat, your voice broke the silence, low and slightly hesitant. 

“you ever think about making things serious?”

you asked, almost absentmindedly as if the question had slipped out without you fully realising it. 

Oscar stiffened, his fingers twitching where they rested on your hip. he hadn’t expected you to go there, not now and especially not after everything. 

his mind raced, a thousand thoughts spinning all at once. 

serious? with you? with anyone?

he was no stranger to complicated relationships, hell he was the king of complicated. but something about you, the way you smiled at him like you understood the things he didn’t say, the way you made him feel lighter even on his darkest days — it made the idea of ‘serious’ seem less like a burden and more like a choice. 

but all of that didn’t mean he was ready to talk about it, not yet. 

his thumb brushed over your shoulder, a soft and casual movement that didn’t match the weight of the conversation. 

he kept his gaze trained on the ceiling, trying to collect himself. 

“serious, huh?”

he muttered, his voice gruff though there was no anger in it, just uncertainty. 

he never got angry with you, never let himself. you didn’t deserve to see him like that, even if this was only sex with a little extras. 

you nodded slowly, still playing with his crucifix. tilting the pendant and letting it catch in the light, before letting it lay against his chest again. 

“i know you’re not really all about that, but i like being around you Oscar. i like this”

you gestured between you both, the intimacy of your closeness and the silence that settled between you when words couldn’t express what you both meant. 

he let out a breath, trying to sound indifferent but it was hard to mask the edge of vulnerability in his voice. 

especially with the fact you called him Oscar, instead of Spooky. it was only you and his brother that called him Oscar, meaning he’d let you in more than he’d already thought.

“you don’t have to worry about that, we’re good. just.. keep it chil, yeah?”

your hand lay just below his chain, sighing and laying your head on his chest again. 

“i don’t know if i can keep it chill, Oscar. not when i feel like this”

absentmindedly, your fingers twisted the crucifix again. he let out another breath, pulling his gaze from the ceiling as you spoke again. voice softer this time. 

“i want more, not just.. what we’ve got”

Oscar swallowed, his chest tightening. the room felt smaller now, the air heavier. 

he should’ve been glad you were finally saying what he didn’t know how to ask for, but the fear of getting too close was a long standing habit. 

relationships were messy. and he didn’t have the kind of patience that came with putting in the work. 

but if he’d be damned, there was something in your tone that made him question everything he thought he knew. 

“more?”

he asked, voice hoarse as he balanced on the line of uncertainty on navigating the conversation. 

“what does that even mean to you? like.. what are you asking for exactly?”

you smiled, a soft and patient smile that made something inside him ache. 

he watched as you sat up, still as curled into his side as you’d allow. hand splayed across his chest, and just shy of covering his heart. 

“i don’t know,”

you admitted, sounding a little embarrassed before you continued. 

“i don’t need all of your attention all the time, or.. or a ring or anything, but maybe just the possibility of something real. something that isn’t just us messing around in the dark”

Oscar felt the knot in his chest tighten. real. he hated that word because it always felt like some sort of an invitation for disappointment, but damn it, he also knew that somewhere deep down a part of him was hungry for exactly that kind of honesty. 

starving for it even. 

he lifted his hand and pulled yours from his chest, holding it in his own while his thumb soothed across your knuckles. 

“you want serious, huh?”

he repeated, his voice a little quieter now, as if he was weighing the words before they left his mouth. 

“i ain’t perfect. i got a lot of baggage, and im not sure if i know how to be that guy.. you want me to be”

the last part came out quieter than the rest of it, embarrassed to have admitted the truth of what he felt deep down. 

you looked up at him, eyes soft but searching. lacing your fingers and running your thumb across his knuckles how he had just done with yours. 

“i don’t need you to be perfect, Osc. i just need you to be here”

there it was. 

that nickname you insisted on calling him. the one thing that had him crumbling quicker than your presence did, having to look away from you to keep the pink hue from painting his cheeks. 

his heart thudded in his chest and for the first time, he let the vulnerability show on his face. 

you were so damn sure of yourself and it made him question every he’d been telling himself about staying detached. 

he let out a long breath then turned his head to meet your gaze once more. his thumb brushed across your knuckles again, his grip tightening ever so slightly. 

“i don’t know what this is, ow what it’ll turn into. but i guess im willing to find out”

your smile deepened, and you leaned up to kiss him lightly on the cheek, as if to seal the unspoken promise between you both — before you caught his lips in an even softer kiss. 

for the first time in a long time, Oscar felt a glimmer of hope, a fleeting sense that maybe just maybe, real wasn’t so scary after all. 

reblogs are highly appreciated !

[h3r3-h3-c0m3s]

EYEPATCH && BOB-OMB.,,????? /NF

YA!! bob-omb was super fun to color ^_^ i dig the dynamic these goobers have i hope they interact more : ) ty for the request!!!

[strawqberrie]

On My Block Masterlist

Oscar ‘Spooky’ Diaz

Cesar Diaz

[your-fave-is-being-blended]

Hello dear blog owner whose blending blog I have recently found out.

Would you mind blending Blender, the 3d art software?

If Blender is already blended, then maybe King Bob-Omb from the Mario series.

Thank you. Happy blending.

:^]

(blender the software has already been blended, and ill save you the trouble of trying to search for it by giving you the link for it :) )

King Bob-Omb from Super Mario is being blended!!

You cannot save him.

That actually went a lot better than i expe-

ow..

[putting-chell-in-places]

Bob-omb battlefield

Explosions!

[femenaces]

This is enormous. Please spread this news.

FOIA is the Freedom of information Act, which allows citizen oversight of government activity. It means you can request to see government records. This is so ubiquitous that all federal employees take yearly training about it. What this means is that DOGE knows they are committing crimes as they decimate the federal workforce and compromise its systems, and so they are now moving to exempt themselves from all FOIA requirements so no one can see what they are doing.

[whereslynx]

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Oscar “Spooky” Diaz.

Oscar’s first day out. ✮ Ways Oscar “Spooky” Diaz would show possession over you. ☆ Stepping in for Oscar “Spooky” Diaz. ✸ [PART 2] Stepping in for Oscar “Spooky” Diaz. ✸➛❀ Dating Oscar “Spooky” Diaz as a stoner be like.. ❀➛☆➛❀ Matching fits with Spooky. ❀ Jealous Spooky. ❀. Ruby finds out you’re dating Spooky! ❀. Oscar being the cutest dad ever! ❀➛☆. Mi oso. ❀. Monse gets the wrong idea. ❀. POV: Oscar posting you on his story. ☆ You were a little too drunk at the Santos party. ☆➛❀. Oscar hit the lotto. ❀. The silence breaks. ✸➛❀ Not so subtle secrets. ❀. Rolled up on. ❀. Paths unseen. 〤. Spooky realises you’re wearing nothing under that dress. ✮ In another life. ❀ Fighting for you. ✸➛❀. Spooky’s spoiled lil brat. ❀. Caught in a war. ✸. Oscar taking the kids in Halloween. ❀ You clean his wounds. ❀ You and Oscar can’t get any privacy. ❀ Oscar wants Cuete’s older sister. (You.) ❀ Getting caught as a Martinez. ❀➛✮➛❀ You and Oscar back up Cesar. ❀ Oscar finds out why you never visited. ✸/❀ Oscar neglected your body for far too long. ✮ Prove it or leave it. ✸➛❀ Lines crossed, Territories tested. ❀ Steel and Softness. ❀ Your tumblr fantasy. ✮ A Prophet and Santo’s love. ❀

Antonio “Sad Eyes” Guzman.

Dating Antonio “Sad Eyes” Guzman would be like.. ❀ Meeting Sad Eyes at a party. ❀ Spooky becomes your wingman for Sad Eye. ❀ Jealous Sad Eyes. ❀ Secret love. ✮➛❀ Healing a family he didn’t break. ✸/❀ Jamal doesn’t realise you’re a Santo. ❀. Sad Eye claims you. ❀. Sad Eye meets his match. ❀. [PART 2] Sad Eye meets his match. ❀ A disapproving father. ❀. He gives you & your daughter everything Oscar couldn’t. ✸/❀ Sad Eyes gives you a lesson. ✮. Love over claiming. ✮ Unrequited. ❀ Jealousy in the Boulevard. ❀ Lines drawn in smoke. ✸ A Claim worth fighting for. ❀

Cesar Diaz.

POV: Cesar posting you on his story. ❀ ➛☆ Cesar finds out you’re dating Oscar. 〤/✸. You and Cesar get pressed. ❀. Spilled Secret. ❀. Monse bumps into you and Cesar. ❀

Series.

WHAT WE LEAVE BEHIND [PART 1] ✸ [PART 2] ✸ [PART 3] ❀ [FINALE] ✸/❀

[presidentkamala]

Russell Vought, author of project 2025, confirmed by the senate to lead OMB. This was one of my 2 nightmare confirmations that I held out some hope for - but that hope is again dashed.

A lot of chaotic requests and demands all over fed gov rn. I expect Vought will make it much harder for congress to check the purse and will cause further damage to our security.

[onyxmilk]

Hi! Can I request dating headcanons for young Neil?

notes; RAHHH!! lets get into it!! tw; Reader uses They/Them pronouns!, unedited, wc; 0.3k

the two met at a party, which isn't unexpected because of the group of people Young Neil roams with.

He was a little awkward at first, but so is the majority of then people Young Neil sticks with.

[YourName] had approached him first, giving Neil a charming little smile before diving deep into conversation.

At first, Neil didn't find it interesting, then he heard [YourName] ramble on about games and he started to contribute to the conversation too.

"Hey, if I give you my number do you think we can play some time?"

Oh my god his heart was pounding, but he nodded

So, [YourName] wrote their number down on a piece of paper with a small 'xoxo' at the end and sent Neil on his way.

He nearly screamed when it saw the 'x's and rushed over to Scott and Ramona panicking thinking maybe [YourName] also had some evil exes.

"Those are hugs and kisses."

"oh."

Theeen it hits that [YourName] was flirting with him and theeen he gets all giddy and excited for whenever the both of you could play together.

Anyways, that's how the couple met.

They didn't become a couple for a few months, [YourName] wanting to take it slow because their last relationship was so rushed and before they knew it they were rejecting a marriage proposal six months into the relationship.

So, wanting to take it slow was understandable.

[YourName] and Young Neil began to play online games together, which led to late night calls, which led to him inviting [YourName] to sex bob-omb's practice.

Of course, the group was a little put off when [YourName] and Neil roamed off outside to talk about games- and they didn't have Neil to like.. listen.

It was so weird, but it was accepted when they found [YourName] leaning their head against Neil's shoulder

They seem to really like each other.

Besides gaming, [YourName] has other hobbies like reading!

So Neil will kinda listen, but have a ton of questions

including ones [YourName] answered in your ramble.

Eventually, [YourName] starts letting Neil stay the night!!! & he absolutely loves it.

Sleeping in a bed where he is covered in his partner's scent? He can sleep well then!

[YourName] falls asleep faster in Young Neil's arms, so it's a win-win!

[todaysdocument]

Memo for President Jimmy Carter from Jack Watson Regarding the Love Canal

Collection JC-SSO: Records of the Office of the Staff SecretarySeries: Presidential FilesFile Unit: 5/21/80 [1]

[blue ink] THE WHITE HOUSE

WASHINGTON

[henceforth black ink]

May 20, 1980

[penciled in what appears to be a capital letter C which is underlined]

MEMORANDUM FOR THE PRESIDENT

FROM: JACK WATSON [name Jack is handwritten upwards from left to right in blue ink]

SUBJECT: [underlined] Love Canal

As I reported to you on Saturday, we are faced with a volatile situation in Niagara Falls, New York, as a result of the public disclosure of a chromosomal study conducted in the course of the federal lawsuit against Hooker Chemical Company.

As a result of several meetings in the last three days with all the relevant federal agencies, I am now prepared to recommend to you that, if the Governor requests it, we declare Love Canal eligible for emergency assistance (under the authority of FEMA) to permit the temporary relocation of approximately 750 families in the immediate Love Canal area. The principal reasons for this recommendation, in which Justice, EPA, HHS, FEMA, SBA, HUD, OMB, and DPS concur, are as follows:

o The chromosomal study, whatever its ultimate significance, is one in a long list of pilot studies that have been done on the health and environmental effects of the Love Canal waste site during the last two years. For example, New York State has preliminary studies substantiating adverse reproductive effects; one doctor's studies showing high incidence of miscarriage and birth defects; and other health professional's research indicating peripheral nerve damage. Although all of these studies require further empirical and scientific verification, the adverse psychological effects on the people who live around Love Canal of this endless barrage of "expert" speculations about how they have been, and are being, damaged, are hard to overstate.

o In addition to the health studies, environmental studies conducted by EPA indicate that the quantity of hazardous chemicals present at the site represents the largest volume of hazardous wastes to which any population is known to be exposed. In addition, the range of hazardous chemicals a Love Canal is the widest that has been encountered in any one site anywhere in the country.

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o The FEMA statute gives us the flexible authority we need to respond to the situation and makes New York state take the lead responsibility for the temporary relocation.

o The State will share the costs of the temporary relocation and will work closely with FEMA in actually relocating the families.

o As you know, you declared Love Canal eligible for emergency assistance in 1978. As a result of that first declaration, 239 families were relocated; we are now recommending relocation of the additional 750 families who reside within a well defined area and who have been the subjects of the recent studies. Although the Governor may include in his request for emergency assistance a request for federal assistance in both the temporary [underline] and [end underline] permanent relocation of the affected families, we have made absolutely clear to the Governor in telephone conversations this afternoon that the Federal government has no authority to buy the peoples' homes or otherwise to [underline] permanently[end underline] relocate them. We have told the Governor that [underline] if [end underline]you were to approve any further federal emergency assistance, it would cover underline] only [end underline] temporary relocation along the lines outlined above.

The understandable concern and anxiety which have been precipitated by this most recent study require, in our judgment, an immediate response. If you approve this recommendation to give the families emergency relocation assistance, we will work with the State [underline] tonight [end underline] to draft a request from the Governor to you. We would announce jointly with the State tomorrow that:

-- We are both amending our lawsuits against Hooker Chemical Company to add these additional costs of temporary relocation to the amounts already being claimed against Hooker in the pending litigation;

-- We are immediately undertaking further scientific studies to assess the nature and extent of the health damage and risks as precisely as possible; and,

-- In the meantime, we are responding prudently and immediately to the human need which is so evident at Love Canal.

Approve______ [checked in pencil and what appears to be the letter J] Disapprove________

See Me__________

[mariacallous]

I work for the city, dealing with affordable housing development, and the roadblocks and challenges are constant and everything from "the bank involved with the deal isn't done reviewing documents" to "the general contractor is pulling out and a new one is needed" to "we're still waiting for sign off from the building inspectors and environmental review" to "the councilmember for the district this project is in still hasn't given their approval" to "OMB has sent their third round of questions re: the project and have yet to approve the funding request". And NYC devotes about $2billion to fund affordable housing projects (separate from NYCHA funding).

[alyfoxxxen]

‘Where’s the budget?’: GOP lawmakers implore Vought to send a full request - Live Updates - POLITICO

[the-blind-geisha]

And after that, Ludwig learned never to eat fruits around Yoshi ever again...

The six Mario characters request challenge! I had a lot of fun drawing this as it urged me to do characters I rarely draw! ♥♥

And I gotta say...I almost had King Bob-omb and his kid have black eyes till I was looking up his gem colors to make sure they were red... and I am shocked I forgot their eyes are actually white. o_O; huh. crazy.

King Bob-omb and King Boo swapped kids for the day. In my headcanon world, the two are friends since they helped Bowser take over Peach's castle in Mario 64. And I know Nintendo said KB isn't canon to it but HECK IT. I'm allowed to imagine whatever I want! Like King Boo being responsible for painting the painted worlds that are found in Peach's castle.

Thank those on IG for the suggestions!!

[boy-in-the-stars]

hey! if you’re still taking Wallace/Scollace fic recs, I saw fanart of this concept and it was so cute, maybe smth where Wallace gets a Sex-Bob Omb shirt and tries to play it off like he just found it but Scott finds out he was actually trying to support him? idk they’re so cutie lmao, no pressure and have a nice night!

im always taking scollace requests and i love this one

[twiixr4kidz]

I am probably the only person in the world to ask of this pair, but can I request some hc stuff of Todd Ingram and Young Neil? :D

absolutely!! i LOVE rare pairs so much

todd ingram x young neil hcs!!

they met on the set of the scott pilgrim movie, of course

neil cast todd as scott because he thought he was hot

he didn't really care that todd didn't notice him at first, but he was a little jealous when he found out wallace was spending a lot of time with him "running lines in his trailer"

and that was weird for neil because he usually didn't care about things like that

todd, on the other hand, had been very preoccupied when he FINALLY realized neil had been totally gawking at him

todd eventually decided to give it a rest with wallace because he clearly didn't want anything to do with him, so he set his sights on neil

since a certain vegan rockstar was still trying to "come to terms" with his sexuality, he'd ask neil about what he should do when he dates a dude

and neil just kinda looked at him with a perplexed expression that screamed "you literally do nothing different from when you date a chick"

most of their dates consist of going to the movies

neil's super used to listening to people practice music, seeing as how sex bob-omb used his and stephen's apartment for practice half the time, so neil doesn't mind going to clash at demonhead practices

he usually just sits there and plays zelda anyways

(establishing autistic!neil as canon in my universe) he rants to todd for hours at a time about his special interests, especially video games because they're like, neil's favorite thing ever

todd likes playing the video games neil recommends but he isn't that good at them so he has to ask how to find and how to do certain things (neil doesn't mind helping him at all)

they're both very spacey and they don't think through making decisions, which has led to some pretty interesting conclusions

"we don't have any food" "all the fast food places are closed" "what if we went scavenging like our ancestors" - a real conversation they had

they neglected to realize there were grocery stores and convenience stores that were still open right aroud the corner

[ghostlesswhispers]

°˖➴ 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.