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Why isn't anybody writing Scott Pilgrim slash?
I mean, it's not like I actually ship anything like, oh, say, Wallace/Scott. Not seriously. But the thought is kind of nice, you know, when I'm tired and it's NaNo so I feel guilty writing fanfiction of my own but I just have this random craving for the potential adorableness of Wallace/Scott. I ( Read more... )
I mean, it's not like I actually ship anything like, oh, say, Wallace/Scott. Not seriously. But the thought is kind of nice, you know, when I'm tired and it's NaNo so I feel guilty writing fanfiction of my own but I just have this random craving for the potential adorableness of Wallace/Scott. I ( Read more... )
"Dude, you're freaking me out," said Scott. "Like, more than usually freak me out when you're drunk-- which, um, I guess you usually don't freak me out that much since it happens all the time and you're usually unconscious, so I guess that's not a very good ana... lysis?"
"Analogy," said Wallace.
"Analogy," Scott repeated. "Anyways. You're freaking me out."
"Sorry," said Wallace, who made no apparent effort to stop freaking Scott out. "I'm... I'm just trying to decide whether I want to kiss you or not."
"I have a girlfriend," said Scott. "...Yes, found the key."
"Like that's stopped me before," said Wallace, half-laughing.
Scott considered this. "Yeah," he said. "Have you stolen all of my sister's boyfriends or what?"
Wallace chuckled. "Stacey and I are very similar," he said. "And that tends to translate into... similar taste in men. Plus, I've only stolen the ones with glasses."
"That was all of them."
"Yes, it was." Wallace collapsed backwards onto the pillow, looking kind of lost in some sort of reverie involving Stacey's various boyfriends. Gross. Scott turned his full attention once again to saving Termina.
"Learned a new song," he said, mostly to himself, around fifteen minutes later-- and then he heard Wallace stir again.
"You know what?" said Wallace. "Screw this."
And he leaned clumsily over to Scott and kissed him.
He smelled like how Wallace usually smelled, which was like classy alcoholic beverages-- and those smelled better than most alcoholic beverages that people he knew drank, so he didn't mind exactly. And Wallace wasn't as good a kisser as Ramona, because Ramona was awesome at kissing, but he was probably better than Envy, or Kim, but he couldn't quite remember how Kim kissed because that was, like, ten years ago. But anyways, it definitely wasn't as bad as it could have been-- which was weird, because, you know, kissing Wallace.
After a minute-- it wasn't a very long kiss-- Wallace pulled away, collapsing onto the pillow yet again.
"Sorry," he said, not sounding all that sorry.
"That's... okay?" said Scott. "I mean, it was weird, but, you know. Okay. Not that I want you to do it again or anything. Are you... were you planning on doing it again?"
"Nah," said Wallace. "I think I'm good. I probably won't even remember this in the morning."
Scott glanced out the window, where the sky was looking sort of lightish. "I... I think it is morning."
Wallace squinted over. "Huh," he said. "Guess it is." He hopped up, suddenly full of energy. "Want some extra-early bacon? Because I for one, am hungry. Like a wolf, one might say, if one was inclined to say things like that."
Scott set down the controller and leaned back against the bed. "...Yeah," he said. "Yeah, bacon sounds good."
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ASDREJPOWJFDS MY GOD, THAT WAS SO ADORABLE AND IN CHARACTER. I WANT TO READ YOUR WALLACE ALL THE TIME EVER.
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I WANT TO WRITE WALLACE ALL THE TIME EVER. ALSO I WISH EVERYONE COULD TALK LIKE SCOTT PILGRIM CHARACTERS TALK BECAUSE IT MAKES DIALOGUE SO MUCH MORE AWESOME.
AI RAAAAAAAB YOU
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I'm glad i stumbled here a few days ago. Thank you!
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