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imyourbratzdoll · 3 months

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𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - lucas lee was pissed and in some desperate need of some release, good thing the strawberry shack was close by.

warning - smut, oral sex, gloryhole, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Lucas Lee was pissed, he had seen his ex-girlfriend and met her new “boyfriend”. The stupid arsehole somehow beat him and now Lucas was wandering around the streets, anger rolling off him. He stops when a sign catches his eye, the words read ‘The Strawberry Shack’ and Lucas wonders what kind of name that is and what the fuck are they selling. With a strange pull, he heads over to the building and enters through the door.

His eyes land on a woman sitting at the front desk, hers already staring at him as though she knew he was coming. “Whatcha looking for, sugar? Would you liked to be sucked or fucked?” He blinks, surprised.

“Uh, sucked.” His furrowed brows even more furrowed than before. She nods, hand out as she waits for a payment. Lucas walks closer and slaps some cash down before he follows her directions to the room where he will get what he’s paid for. He looks around the room, looking at the many holes and one calls out to him, his feet move before his mind can even catch up. Without any words, he reaches into his pants and whips out his cock, shoving it through the hole.

You lean forward, curious about this man. Your mouth salivates from the sight of his cock. So big, so perfect, veins running up and down the girthy member. Your tongue flicks out, softly licking the precum from his tip before you swirl it around, taking the whole thing into your mouth. Moaning at his taste, sucking him off while enjoying the feel of him inside of you. “Jesus fucking Christ!” Lucas groans, glaring down at his cock.

A groan slips from his lips as he enjoys the feeling of being sucked, your mouth wetting his cock and sucking him in deeper with each hard suck. “Fucking hell. No one’s ever sucked my cock this good before. Are you a fucking angel or something?” He grunts, head flying back, and eyes closed, he feels himself begin to twitch on your tongue. His balls feel heavy and full, ready to empty. “I’m going to cum, fuck. You better fucking swallow this. Any woman would literally kill to be in your position.” He growls, his hips jerk forward as cum shoots out of his tip, coating your heavenly mouth.

You moan around him, continuing to suck him dry until he’s no longer cumming. Your tongue laps his thick base, cleaning him before you swallow every drop. You lick your lips as you watch him pull out of the hole and tuck himself back into his pants. “Thanks, sweets.” With that, he leaves, a smirk on his lips.

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happy74827 · 5 months

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Lucas Lee x reader fluff✨️ I'm sad there isn't a lot of fanfics of this himbo..

Tough Guy

[Lucas Lee x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When Lucas Lee confronts you and a friend on set, things take a turn for the worst.

WC: 1894

Category: Fluff, Protective!Lucas

Honestly, I’m sad there’s not a lot of fanfics with any of the exes. Gideon seems to be the most popular out of the bunch, but even then he’s still low and the other 6 deserve a lot more hype.

But, anyway, this anon was so real for requesting Lucas because I absolutely adore him (the series did him SO RIGHT). So, hopefully, I did him right here too :)

『••✎••』

“Hey, Bucko!”

You turned around at the sound of that voice. It was loud and obnoxious, as usual, but you could never help but grin when you heard it.

That was, after all, the voice of Lucas Lee.

Lucas Lee was your current colleague on set. He was in the big leagues, an A-lister, a celebrity. The two of you had only just met a few weeks ago, and since then, you had both taken quite a shine to one another.

It wasn't surprising to you. You have always had a way with people, especially famous ones. Maybe it was your personality. Or maybe you were just so used to them by now that nothing fazed you anymore. You were currently on set for a new movie, and you had already worked on two other movies and one TV series with big names before this.

But Lucas Lee? Oh, he was different.

Maybe it was because you were the same age. Maybe it was the fact that he had such an easygoing personality.

Maybe it was how hot he was.

Yeah, he was totally hot. You didn't like to admit that. It was embarrassing and cliché and unprofessional and-

No, who were you kidding? You totally thought Lucas Lee was hot.

It was hard not to, really. The way he smiled, the way he talked, the way his eyes seemed to be laughing even when his mouth was. Not to mention, the boy was tall and buff as hell. You had no idea what kind of workouts he did, but they were definitely paying off.

You were so engrossed in your thoughts you didn’t realize how he stormed over to you and your friend until he was standing right in front of you, hands on his hips.

"Um, hi," you said, smiling shyly at him.

He didn’t bat an eye towards you. Instead, he looked down at your friend. "Is there… a problem here?" he asked.

It was then you noticed his posture, how he was practically towering over your friend, who was now shrinking back, trying to look small.

You frowned.

What was going on?

"Well, I-" your friend started, but he was immediately cut off.

"Listen, dude, I'm a professional, you know," Lucas said, a dangerous tone to his voice. "I've been doing this for years, and I don't appreciate a little no-name rookie trying to hammer down on my girl like that."

"Wait, what?" you said.

"Your... girl?" your friend said.

You and your friend glanced at each other before looking back up at Lucas, confused.

Lucas, though, didn't seem to notice the looks on your faces or how you had spoken.

“You don't think I know your type? Harassment. That's what it is. Harassment pure and simple. And it's not gonna fly, you hear me? You've been warned."

You looked at him, your eyes wide, and your mouth open, too, but nothing came out. You had no idea what the hell was going on.

And then, you watched as your friend took a step forward. "Wait a second, dude. I wasn't harassing her," he said. "She's my friend, I was just helping rehearse some of her lines—”

Lucas interrupted him. "You were touching her arm."

"I was just—"

"And she was looking down."

"Yeah, but—"

"She was obviously uncomfortable!"

“Actually, I wasn’t…” You tried to say something, but no one heard you.

"Dude, she wasn't looking down. She was looking at the script!"

"So, what? Are you calling her a liar?"

Lucas was glaring at your friend. His expression was fierce, and his muscles were tense, his fists balled up tightly. He looked like he was ready to punch someone. It was a scary sight, to say the least.

You could feel the tension in the air, and your stomach twisted in knots. This wasn’t good.

Your friend, though, didn't back down. He stood up straighter, looking Lucas in the eyes.

"I'm not calling anyone a liar," he said calmly. "I'm just saying that maybe you should check your facts before you accuse someone."

Lucas growled.

"Listen, punk," he said, jabbing a finger into the other man's chest. "I have a reputation to uphold, you know. People rely on me. I've got fans. I can't afford to let people like you ruin things for me. So, why don't you just take a hike, alright?"

"What are you gonna do if I don't?" your friend challenged, and your stomach sank.

Shit.

"Guys, come on. Let's just—"

"What did you just say to me?"

You knew Lucas had a temper; you’ve seen it once before on set—valid reasons, of course. You understood where it came from, and you understood his passion for what he did. But still, his temper was scary, and it didn’t help to notice he was even angrier than usual now.

"Lucas, listen," you started, placing a hand on his shoulder. "He didn't mean it like—"

You gasped as Lucas shoved your friend hard.

"Lucas!"

The shove made your friend fall back, landing on his butt. It was quite ironic, really, considering his height. He wasn’t small by any means, and yet Lucas had just made him look like a small child.

Still, it was a sight you were not happy to see.

"What are you doing?!” You practically screamed at him. “Are you insane?!"

"Stay out of this," he said, not taking his eyes off of your friend. "This is about honor. Respect.”

“Respect… I— What?!” You sputtered, completely baffled.

Your friend had gotten to his feet, looking absolutely pissed. He took a step forward, glaring daggers at Lucas.

"You're gonna pay for that, you bastard!" he spat, and Lucas smirked.

"Yeah, I'd like to see you try."

“Alright, enough! That's it!"

You stepped in between the two men, blocking them from each other's view. Your arms were spread wide, and your eyes were darting between the two.

"Both of you are being idiots!" you yelled. "Lucas, why are you acting like a caveman? And you, I can't believe you're stooping to his level!"

"I'm the idiot? What about him?" your friend pointed an accusatory finger at Lucas. "He's the one who started this whole thing."

"Oh, sure, blame me, why don't ya," Lucas sneered.

"Both of you, shut up!"

They both turned their attention to you.

"Look," you said, sighing. "I'm sorry, but this is completely ridiculous. Lucas, why did you even go after him? What was that about?"

"Yeah, why'd you do that?" your friend echoed, a smug look on his face.

Lucas huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's none of your business."

"Yes, it is," you argued. "You attacked my friend, Lucas."

"I wasn't attacking anyone. I was just defending your honor."

"Honor?"

Your friend scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Right. That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard."

Lucas glowered at him. "Watch it, buddy. I'll deck you again."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

"GUYS!"

Both men stopped, turning to look at you.

You glared at the both of them.

"You," you pointed at Lucas. "Need to learn how to keep your cool. This was totally uncalled for. And you," you pointed at your friend. "You need to learn how to walk away from an argument. You're not a little kid. Don't let him bait you like that. Okay?"

You waited for them to answer, but neither of them spoke. They just kept looking at you.

Finally, Lucas was the first to speak.

"Okay," he mumbled, his voice low.

"Yeah, whatever," your friend replied.

You let out a sigh and placed a hand on your hip.

"Good," you said. "Now, Lucas, can you explain to us why you went after my friend?"

You saw his hesitation. He was shifting his weight from foot to foot, and his hands were balled up in tight fists.

"Well..."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Well?"

He looked at the ground, kicking his foot against the floor. The skateboarder in him was showing, you noted.

“I was over there, drinking my coffee, and I heard what you were talking about, and I thought you looked uncomfortable, and I... I guess I just lost my cool, alright?"

Your friend looked at him, confused.

"Wait, you were eavesdropping on us?"

"I wasn't eavesdropping!"

"That sounds like eavesdropping to me."

"You little-"

"Lucas, stop," you snapped, and the blond stopped, glaring daggers at your friend.

Your friend just rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, dude," he said, shaking his head.

"Lucas, look," you said, placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it soothingly. He seemed to relax under your touch, and you felt a surge of pride.

"I appreciate you standing up for me," you continued. "But you can't do stuff like this. Okay? It's not right. You could get in trouble or, worse, fired."

He scoffed at that but nodded. "Yeah, right," he said.

"I'm serious," you said. "If something like this happened, you could be kicked off the project. And then what would we do? Who'd play the lead role with me?”

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, his blue eyes boring into yours. There was something unreadable in them, and it made you nervous.

"Lucas?"

He sighed and looked away. "I know, I know," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Promise me you won't do anything like this again."

"I promise."

You smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Good."

"What about me?" your friend piped up. "Am I free to go now?"

"Yeah, whatever," Lucas waved him off.

Your friend glared at him.

"Whatever," he mocked and turned on his heel, leaving the two of you alone.

Lucas watched him go before turning his attention back to you. His blue eyes were bright, and his lips were curled in a small smile.

"I'm totally hotter than him anyway. No competition," he said, his voice low and husky. It made you chuckle.

“Well, that's debatable," you replied, giving him a sly wink.

"Maybe a black eye would fix that," his tone gave it away that it was a joke, but his body language said otherwise. He was tense, and his knuckles were white.

"Lucas," you warned.

He held up his hands in defense.

"I'm joking, I'm joking," he said. "Don't worry. I'll leave the guy alone."

"Good."

"In my defense, it really did look like he was bothering you. I wasn't totally crazy."

You laughed. "No, you were. Totally crazy. You know, they say you're the cool, collected, bad boy of the big screen, but I don't know. You're more like the hotheaded, passionate, and protective bad boy of the big screen. Or even the small screen. Whatever the case, you're not exactly what the media paints you to be."

Lucas shrugged.

"It's the same old, same old," he said. "People always seem to be so fascinated with me. I can't blame em', really. I'm a pretty interesting guy."

"Oh, yes, definitely. The most interesting man in the world."

"See? You know it."

The two of you laughed, and the tension that had been hanging in the air was now gone.

You were glad. It had been an awkward moment, for sure, and you would have to make sure your friend didn’t sue Lucas since that could get the production on halt or even canceled. But it was over now, and all was well.

For now, at least.

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hobisfavoritespritecan · 1 year

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PASSENGER

Lee X Reader

Lee has traveled everywhere with you ever since meeting you in the store the night after your father left you. He's never given you a reason not to trust he'll stay, but your anxiousness gets in the way after he admits to you that he wants to be closer than ever before.

⚠️ Warnings: Blood and gore, mentions of cannibalism, talks about sex, reader and Lee almost have sex, anxiety⚠️

The truck bounced up and down as the tires made harsh contact with the gravelly road beneath it. The bumps and swerves were almost soothing as they rocked both you and the pink haired boy next to you, who had taken comfort in the passenger seat staring out the window. His lips were drawn into a tight line and his eyes were closed but flitting back and forth as he dreamt of nightmares, presumably. It was hard to live the life the two of you shared and not feel a little scarred on the inside. Being on the road without any sense of direction was so freeing compared to the life you were living before. After discovering the news of your mother in the psych ward and your father leaving you to fend for yourself, the path towards self-love and acceptance has not been an easy one. Picking up people along the way and carrying their stories with you seemed to be the only attempt at salvation when it came to your humanity. That's what people with morals did. Did you have morals anymore? It was hard to tell.

"It's getting dark. Are we almost to the lake?" The boy piped in, interrupting your thoughts as your hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter as you prepared to turn right towards your special campsite. It was just a small spot by the trees and the lake that you two often shared a cigarette and a story or two. Sleeping under the stars has become normality.

"We're here." You said, turning over to glance at his expression of contentment yet sorrow. If there was anyone in the world who could manage to make both expressions visible at once, it was Lee.

The sky has darkened tremendously from when you first embarked on your little journey out towards the fields. The stars hung overhead in dim glowing orbs that contrasted against the rest of the universe above. The crescent moon illuminated the trees and the path to the usual parking spot under the bridge. It was beautiful at this time of night to say the least, and you felt your shoulders lose their tension as a serene wave washed over you.

The car's engine turned off and there was a silence between the two of you. Nothing uncomfortable, but a very distinct kind of silence where both parties are listening to the whims of nature. A cicada here and there and the rushing of water. It was all too perfect but unsettling at the same time. However, the only unsettling things were you and Lee; he only terrors that travelled in the dark were you and him. The kinds of beasts in fairy tales and children's nightmares. You consumed others and not just for their emotional intelligence. You consumed the very essence of their being. A trace of blood under the bottom of the boy's lips and scraped knees were prevalent as you took in the sights around you and remembered you were never normal to begin with. The smell of the last person you killed hung heavy in the backseat of the car and it was a stench that would not be rid of unless there was a strip cleaning of the entire vehicle. The man who kissed Lee in the same way you did at the carnival who was expecting a night of frivolity and excitement presumably due to having to hide his sexuality... was now nothing more than a couple of bloodied shirts and old pictures. Lee had monstrously slit his throat while you watched from outside in the night air similar to this one. The gleaming thick substance dripping from the man's neck and now took home in the mouth of your lover. And yet, for being this type of monster, Lee looked so lovely under the soft glow of the moon cascading down through the pick-up truck's slightly dirty windows.

All of a sudden, you broke the silence that had dawned on you two as fast as it now ended.

"What are you thinking of?" You asked, alluding to the familiar brightness behind his eyes.

"You. Me. Us." He said with clarity but uncertainty. There was more to this topic than he was letting on.

"Is something wrong between us?" You asked, wondering what it could've been that would make him think of your relationship. Was it a tension that he felt? Was it him explaining to you that the man from last night was not just due to a sense of sexuality, but had now awoken something in him that wasn't there before, and he could no longer continue being with you? Or had that sense of sexuality always been there, and you were just a way at him preventing the realization of who he knew he was? And now, in contrast to your last stream of thoughts, you decided maybe your humanity wasn't entirely diminished and that you might be more of a teenage girl than you thought.

"No, not at all," he said, reaching for a strand of your hair and pushing it behind your ear with a loving and slight obsessive look in his eyes. his hair was strewn about his face, and he allowed the loose curls to fall just above his eyebrows in pink spirals similar to fanciful ribbons. It was inviting and alluring, and you didn't want to look away from him. "I want to make love to you."

The confession hit you like a train, hard and fast as you finally realized what had been troubling your boyfriend. It wasn't unlike him to want something of the sort, considering he was a teenage boy, but it still left you slightly startled. After everything the two of you had been through, this didn't seem like something that wouldn't have ever happened. Your love with Lee was fast and exciting and wonderful but also horribly founded on the fact that you shared the desire to eat human flesh. Sometimes, you had a hard time distinguishing between what portion of your relationship was bloodlust and what was true emotional and physical connection. But then again, you felt no such connection with Sully, who had tried to coerce you into banding with him on his journey of collecting the locks of corpses.

Sounding less assured than you usually liked to, you let out an anxious mumble: "You- you want to make love? To me?"

He smiled and leaned in closer until you could feel his hot breath against your skin, alluring and charming once more.

"I want to be one together. In the ways that we can be with other people when we devour their flesh. There's something poetic about it, no? We wouldn't necessarily eat each other as we did with the guy from the carnival, but this is the closest lovers can truly get in the physical sense. And oh, (Y/N), have you consumed me in the emotional sense."

This conversation definitely took a turn you weren't expecting. Before any objections could escape you, his lips were flush against yours, pulling you into him or as close as the stick shift would allow. The dashboard was littered with papers that fell down to the floor and under the glove compartment, resting at Lee's soles. His arms, although gentle in composure, were firmly placed on the sides of you with one holding the back of your head and the other placed on your hip. He started to move his fingers up and down alongside your thigh in a polite but provocative manner. He wasn't forcing you into anything you were uncertain of, but he still wanted to show how terribly he needed you.

Breaking away to gasp for air, you look at his proud expression as he treated every moment spent with you as though it would be the last. His eyes said everything he didn't say in that moment. He worshipped you. And it wasn't in the honeymoon phase type of way, it was in an 'I see you as though you were crafted by the gods' way. His lips were slightly swollen from the kiss he'd just given you, and his sharp, shallow breaths showed you he was just as tense as you were. His pants were still covered in the mud from the cornfield where you ditched Carnival Man's body, and his shirt was torn and fraying towards the bottom. You had to have been in rough shape as well but you hadn't looked in a mirror anytime soon to confirm or deny whether that was a true statement.

Your collective breaths being the only sounds within the car and outside it made this moment so much more intimate. His face loomed inches away from your pursuing lips, as you had wanted more of his taste; your hands beckoned ever so slightly in a race to see which one would reach the beautiful boy's skin first, Lee's collarbone was the finish line. You had thought about making love to Lee before, of course. With only your thoughts to keep you company as of recent, it wasn't entirely a new concept for you to wake up after a long drive with Lee at the steering wheel; the heat between your legs unbeknownst to him. You had wondered at one point if he had ever thought of something similar, but you would never have had the courage to bring about a situation like this and bring your fantasies to fruition. But, Lee had been the one to make the first move and you were thankful.

Noticing your hesitance but desire, Lee took that as a sign to lean in closer until you were nose to nose.

"Would you make love to me?" He asked, waiting until he had your consent before he continued. The last thing he would ever want to do would be to make you uncomfortable, and for a moment he thought he had. Until you reached for the hem of his shirt which grazed his collarbone, he leant in fully and continued to kiss you with a more feverish passion.

Hot breaths and hands everywhere, everything was so awkward but fun. There would be a pause in between your kisses to allow for breathing room before Lee dove back in and offered you more of the sweet gesture. All the while, you realized the burning sensation in the core of both your chest and lower abdomen was increasing with every touch of your lips. It was as if there was something inside of you asking- no -begging to touch Lee further. A fiery feeling that you'd never fully experienced before pushed itself to the very undersides of your skin, clawing at being held within your body and not being let loose as this beast wanted. It was the same desire you felt when you watched the life drained from someone you would eventually feed on and your mouth would be already drooling with the promise of what was to come. It was a same immenseness as your cannibalistic tendencies, but at the same time what you had with Lee was entirely different. You wanted to consume his soul and his persona, not his physical components. And with this realization also came the understanding that cannibalism is a beautiful allegory to love.

Lee pulled away for a moment to give you a loving but questioning glance. His face was barely illuminated now considering the clouds that had taken control of the night sky. But still, you knew he looked so handsome as he took your hands and gently guided them to the hem of his jeans. It was again, nowhere near forceful, but entirely romantic and sweet as he was taking into account how this was just as awkward for you.

"Would you want to continue?" He asked, lightly holding onto your hands as they toyed with the fabric of his jeans.

"I want you, Lee." You finally gave him a more definitive answer than your previous attempts at vocalizing exactly what it was you wanted in this moment. It was his turn to blush, even though you wouldn't see due to the darkness of the surrounding area, but you had an inkling that his face was redder than before. Unbuttoning the top of his jeans and unzipping the fly, this became more of a reality to you. What is Lee would be done with you after this? What if he joined this whole escapade of finding your true family and what happened to you just so that he could receive sexual favors in return? You never thought of Lee in that way, but maybe because of the way he treated Carnival Man he hoped you would be next?

Halting his movements, he noticed you seemed distressed. "Is everything okay, my love?" He questioned. Lee didn't know what had happened to change the mood all of a sudden, but he assumed it had to be his fault as he was the one who had brought up the idea in the first place.

"I'm so so sorry if I pressured you into doing anything you didn't want to-"

"No, you didn't Lee." You said, trying to understand the way you were feeling. That burning feeling had left your body and was now instead an anxious and gut-wrenching pressure. Why did you have to overthink everything? You really wanted this with Lee so why would you let your thoughts get the best of you?

"Are we taking things too fast?" He asked, after a short moment of silence. He zipped up his jeans and leant beside you, hesitating at first, but then opting to put his hand on your shoulder just in case he had done something to make you uncomfortable. If you were shying away from his touch, he wouldn't want to make you feel that way again.

But to his relief, you didn't shy away. Instead, you rest your head on his shoulder and allowed for him to put his arm around you. Feeling comfortable, you wait for the anxiety to dispel a bit before vocalizing the troubling thoughts on your mind; Lee waiting patiently.

"Lee, I really want this with you. But I want to make sure that you want me."

Lee was very confused at this point. He was your boyfriend and had asked to make love to you because he wanted you, of course. He instantly felt a pang of guilt for making you feel as though you weren't wanted by him. In reality, he would follow you anywhere. His nightmare from earlier was about losing you. And not to another man or any of that type of thing, but just not being able to be in your presence again. The universe worked in strange ways and everything was uncertain, even the present.

"I want you very much," Lee said, moving in closer to you to give you a proper hug, "very much. And I apologize if I've made you feel any differently."

You sighed a breath of relief. Of course he automatically thought there was something wrong on his end.

"No, Lee. You've made me feel very wanted. I just want to make sure that it lasts. Everyone I've held dear to me has left in different ways, and I don't want to have to loose you too." You calmed him as you explained what was wrong. He tightened his grip on you, not in a way that was possessive, but in a more firm and loving way.

"(Y/N). Anyone would be a fool to leave you."

(A/N): I've been listening to a lot of Deftones lately and their music has been my go to for daydreaming about Bones and All. Anyhow, it's been forever since I've posted and I'll explain in another post for anyone who's interested! I hope this is alright as I try to ease myself back into writing as frequently as before. Love you guys! 💛🦐

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c0ffee-gh0ul · 4 months

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lucas and wallace fluff?? omg why arent people shipping these twooooo

i know!!!! this is such an underrated ship, but i ship it!!

ONESHOT: LUCAS LEE X WALLACE WELLS FLUFF

Wallace and Lucas were about to have their first official date. Sure, they had hung out before this, and talked on the phone, but today, they would be sitting down at a restaurant having a nice meal. It was nothing crazy, just Sneaky Dee’s.

Wallace was getting ready, waiting for Lucas to pick him up. Finally, a boyfriend with a car. He was starting to hate walking everywhere, especially in the bite of the Toronto cold.

“Hurry up, Wallace! I need to pee!” Scott said from the other side of the bathroom door. Wallace ignored him as he kept fixing his hair in the mirror and sprayed cologne on his body. Once he finally did exit the bathroom, Scott ran in there as if he hadn’t peed in a year.

Wallace was nervous. He usually wasn’t nervous on dates. But, he really liked Lucas. Maybe he was the one.

“Why are you pacing?” Scott asked as he exited the bathroom. Wallace didn’t even realize he started doing that. “Are you nervous or something? You’re making me a little dizzy…”

“I guess I am,” He admitted. “I’m never nervous. That’s usually you! Oh, god…”

“Dude, chill,” Scott chuckled, taking Wallace by the shoulders. “Just, um, don’t drink too much, and… Be yourself…? I don’t know, I’m not good at this kind of stuff…”

“Yeah, thanks captain obvious,” Wallace replied. His pacing and timid thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. “It’s him!”

“Go get 'em!” Scott cheered.

Wallace grabbed his coat and opened the door to reveal Lucas’s tall stature standing in the doorway. “You look great,” He smiled.

“So do you,” Wallace replied.

“Shall we?” Lucas offered his hand for Wallace to take and he accepted.

“Romantically cliche, are we?” Wallace remarked, closing the apartment door behind him.

“I want to impress a man on our first official date, don’t I?” Lucas opened the car door for Wallace and he stepped in.

Lucas drove them to Sneaky Dee’s, which was only about 5 minutes away. Once they sat down at their table, they started reading the menus to themselves and engaging in small talk.

“What are you gonna order?” Lucas asked.

“I dunno… Probably a martini and maybe a tasteful pasta,” Wallace replied.

“Tasteful is a strong word for this place,” Lucas chuckled.

“Well, yeah, tasteful for this place,” Wallace chuckled back. “Slightly undercooked, either over or under seasoned, no in between… And hopefully still hot by the time it gets to the table.”

Once they were waiting for their food, Lucas took Wallace’s hand in his from across the table.

“This is really nice, y’know? I’ve never really been on a real date before,” He admitted.

“Look at you, being soft,” Wallace teased. “I’ve been on a few real dates, but they all kind of sucked.”

“This one won’t suck, I’ll make sure of it,” Lucas smiled. “Speaking of which… I got you something.” He dug through his pockets searching for a small gift.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Wallace was already taken aback by Lucas’s efforts.

“I saw it and it made me think of you,” Lucas revealed a bracelet with blue and black beads on it. “It’s the evil eye, it’s for protection against… Like, everything. Plus, blue is your favorite color, right?”

“It is, yeah,” Wallace was astonished. No one had ever given him a gift on a first date, or any date. He gently took the bracelet from Lucas’s palm and put it on. “This is so thoughtful… Since when do you know about crystals and evil eyes and things?”

“I was hanging out with Todd… I guess he’s into that stuff,” Lucas replied.

Wallace looked up and gazed into Lucas’s eyes. The connection between the two of them was like a magnetic pull. They smiled at each other and their gazing was abruptly interrupted by the waiter placing their food on the table.

“Thank you,” They said to the waiter simultaneously, snapping out of their trance.

Their meals sort of matched their personalities. Wallace did end up ordering a small pasta dish. It was light and slightly dainty, like him. Lucas ordered a burger. It wasn’t super sloppy or greasy, but it was big and full of toppings.

“It’s usually not polite to get a messy meal on the first date, y’know,” Wallace teased.

“Can you blame me? Look how good this looks!” Lucas argued. “Though, your pasta does look good.”

“You want a bite?” Wallace asked.

“Sure,” Lucas agreed.

Wallace stuck a piece of penne on his fork and fed it to Lucas. “I was hoping you’d say yes just so I could do that,” He admitted, a flirtatious look on his face.

“This is really good, you made a good choice,” Lucas said, mid-chew. “And, maybe I said yes hoping you’d do that.”

The meal went on, and they talked and laughed, and Wallace got a little tipsy.

“Oh, you got something on your face,” Wallace said, taking a napkin to Lucas’s cheek.

“And I’m the cliche one?” Lucas joked.

Once they left, Lucas drove Wallace home and they sat in his car for a moment.

“I had a lot of fun,” Lucas smiled. “We should do it again.”

“Absolutely,” Wallace replied. “That was the best date I’ve ever been on.”

Lucas was proud of himself. He kept smiling, which made Wallace smile, too. Their gazing trance started again, and Lucas decided to go for it. He kissed Wallace. Wallace was shocked at first, but he kissed back.

“Damn,” He sighed after the kiss. “You’re a great kisser.”

“And you’re slightly drunk,” Lucas laughed. “Do you want me to walk you to the door?”

“No, no, I’ll be fine. Scott’s still awake,” Wallace insisted. “I’ll call you!” He said, getting out of the car.

“How was it?” Scott asked as soon as Wallace walked through the door.

“It was…” Wallace sighed, plopping himself onto the armchair. “The dreamiest date ever.”

“Dreamy? At Sneaky Dee’s?” Scott questioned.

“As dreamy as a Sneaky Dee’s date could be!” Wallace giggled.

#lucas lee #wallace wells #lucas lee x wallace wells #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #spto #spvstw #spvtw #oneshot #fluff #anon #requests #writer #fanfic #fanfiction

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 9 months

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The Adventures of Lee and Gracie - BONES AND ALL : part 1

Warnings and such: mentions of bl00d, !death, death of family member, alcohol/drunkenness ,illusions to caññabilism...i think that's it for this part?

A/N: you can't tell me Timothée doesn't radiate this kind of chaotic energy 24/7! He was absolutely perfect for this movie! Thank you for coming to my TedTalk!

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My mother was what she called an “eater,” because I guess calling her a cannibal was wrong. There was a difference, apparently, of which the latter she was not. You could have fooled me. I’ve known for a while, probably my whole life, but to me, that was normal. Normal for her anyway. I had never met another “eater,” at least not that I knew of, but would I know if I had anyway?

She never partook in the activity in the house, but more often than not she came home before she was ready to, covered in blood. Admittedly, it freaked me out to realize how quickly that stopped bothering me…but of course, not as much as discovering what she was doing a few times a month. What bothered me the most is that she came home, cleaned herself up, and carried on with life as if nothing happened. As I got older, I became more wary of her, something that I think she picked up on all too quickly. It drove a wedge in our once perfect relationship, but I wouldn’t consider it a loss.

The idea toyed in her head, for a while- she thought I was a “late bloomer” or that I just needed to “find the feeling,” but whatever it was that caused her to be this way, it must not have been passed along to me. If that’s how someone became an “eater.” It made me wonder where it all started, but then again, maybe I don’t want to know. All I do know is that she left when I was 18, and I hadn’t seen or heard from her since. My dad was long gone and I had no siblings. Maybe my dad knew, and maybe I wasn’t even supposed to happen…oh well, no sense in dreading about it now. I had no complaints. No regrets.

I knew the signs of an eater, or at least the ones that made my mother stand out in a crowd, but I still wasn’t sure if I would be able to pick one out of a line up unless they had blood all over their face. I resolved to just be by myself, to always watch my back and never put a lot of trust in anyone. It was all easy, really. I wasn’t allowed to have friends as a child, understandably so, and because of that I was fine to be by myself. I didn’t know any different.

As my 20th birthday approached, the body of a woman surfaced near the lake. It was a lot to take in, in a small town, but I knew. I knew that it was my mother, and I knew that it wasn’t an animal who had found her body before some local fishermen. There was another eater, somewhere, and suddenly I didn’t feel safe. What if they came after me? I am half my mother, eater or not. I packed a bag and left with a full tank of gas and all the money I had been saving for almost 6 years. I didn’t dare look back.

That was almost a year ago now. My 21st birthday was at the end of the summer and I had already driven across the country and back once. I was stuck somewhere between not wanting to settle down somewhere, and being too afraid to. I had no family elsewhere, at least not that I knew of, so there wasn’t anything grounding me to one specific spot. The life of a nomad was starting to grow on me! I found myself in Indiana, at the dumpiest ‘grocery store’ I had ever been in, which was saying a lot because I’ve seen some pretty deplorable places on my travels.

“What kind of store runs out of lunchables?!”

There was a very intoxicated man wandering the store, drinking a 6 pack of cheap beer that I can only assume he hadn’t paid for. The store attendants didn’t even bat an eyelash at him, apparently this was a regular thing. I was at the end of the aisle he had just strolled down, looking at the bare bone essentials that were strewed about the shelves.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, you dumb bitch-”

A woman with a small child had asked to get by him on her way to the checkout lines. I wasn’t the only one watching him- a boy, about my age, had been following him around the store for a while now. I couldn’t tell if they were together or not, but the younger one seemed highly irritated with the antics.

“Hey!” He called, standing behind me. “You’re out of control, buddy.” Okay, so maybe they aren’t together.

“You with the store or something?”

“No, I’m not with the store. But I’m going to escort you out of it.”

“Oh you are?”

“Watch this,” the younger boy whispered as he stepped around me.

He had a shit eating grin plastered to his face, as if he was waiting for this moment. He turned to the drunk man, smiled at him and without an ounce of hesitation, headbutted him. Hard. I could hear it break his nose. Blood began to seep down his face before he realized what had happened. The drunk threw an otherwise poorly calculated swing, but missed by a mile or more.

“Outside, you fucker!”

“You want to go outside? We can go outside! Let’s go outside!”

“Who the fuck do you think you are, you little asshole!”

“Is this how you spend your Saturdays? Harassing innocent people after you spend the morning jerking off…”

Their voices trailed off as the door closed behind them. I watched them chase each other around the parking lot for a moment before stepping out of view and behind the store. That was the most excitement I had seen in a long time!

I made my purchases and used the microwave behind the counter to makeshift something for dinner. What I wouldn’t give for a real kitchen! It was nearly dark when I finally left, and there was no sign of the two men from earlier. I could only hope they sorted out their differences and everyone left without incident.

I was crossing the parking lot to my truck when I noticed something someone, crawling out the window frame of an abandoned building a few yards away. It was the younger guy from earlier. His shirt was torn and he looked at me before doubling over. I couldn’t tell what he was doing, but could hear the distinct crinkle of a plastic water bottle and as he approached, I could see it- blood! A lot of fucking blood. I knew instantly what he was; his face and chest was smeared the same way I had seen my mother’s many times before. Despite his best efforts to apparently clean himself, the evidence was everywhere. I didn’t know rather to run or scream or-

“He’s back there, if you want to..” He nodded back towards the building, walking past me without batting an eyelash in my direction. Maybe they only “ate” once? Do they get full? They have to, right?

“No! No I don’t- I’m not a…No!” He stopped and looked me up and down.

“Could have fooled me. You smell like one.”

“One what?” I hesitated, trying to keep the distance between us.

“You tell me. You seem to know.”

“I’m not.”

“So you’ve said.”

“What do you mean ‘I smell like one?’”

“An eater. Eaters can smell other eaters. Usually.”

“Well, you’re wrong. I’m not a…a eater.”

“Okay. Well, sorry.” He smiled, and I could see his blood stained teeth. Somehow, even in this moment, I wasn’t phased. “I’m gonna just…I’m gonna go now.”

There was something about him…something that I couldn’t put a finger on, or take my eyes off of. He seemed…different? I only had my mother to compare him to, but there was still something. I watched him circle the parking lot, staring at the keys in his hand. Whatever he was trying to find must not have belonged to him. Wait was he-

“You can’t just steal his truck!” I laughed nervously, watching him climb in and start digging around.

“What good is it to him now?” He turned the key over and tried to start it, groaning. “There’s no gas in it anyway.”

“I’m sorry I don’t-”

“Will you drive me somewhere?”

“No! I don’t even know you!”

He jumped out of the truck, a piece of paper and a few dollars in his hand. He smiled, wiping his spare hand on his pant leg before extending it to me.

“Sorry, I’m Lee.”

“Lee?”

“Lee. No last name.” I looked at him for a minute, his smile never fading.

“Grace. Or Gracie.”

“First and last?” He chuckled and whatever it was about him made me smile, even if I didn’t want to. ‘Don’t trust people’ I reminded myself.

“Look,” he continued. “You could have convinced me you were an eater, like I said, you smell like one. And if you’re really not, hey that's cool too! But eaters don’t eat eaters, so I’ll treat you like one if you’ll just drive me…” he looked at the paper and spun around in a small circle before pointing in some opposite direction. “If you’ll drive me like 15 minutes that way? Please?”

I tried to weigh my options, the risks I was taking by giving in, but there it was again, that thing that was different about him. Whatever it is, it was telling me to just give him the ride. I could leave him there and never have to see him again if the next 15 minutes gave me any inclination that Lee couldn’t be trusted.

“Okay,” I sighed, pointing him towards my own truck a few spots over. “But if you try to-”

“Cross my heart I won't!”

We hopped in and he gave me directions. He was quiet, domestic really…not something I would have expected from one of them. He just sat there, like nothing had happened. I couldn’t help but eye him the whole way, and he definitely knew, but didn’t say anything. It was almost a comforting silence, something I don’t recall ever experiencing in my life before now.

Eventually, we made it. The house was dilapidated, not cared for in the slightest- it smelled of weed and alcohol from the driveway. A bachelor pad if I had ever seen one before. The lights were off, though I may have died of shock if anyone else was living there.

“Thank you,” Lee smiled, hopping out of the car and coming over to my side. “Unless, I mean, do you want to come in?” He said it so calmly, like it was his own house!

“I umm…”

“I promised I wouldn’t bite, remember!”

That feeling returned, consuming my body. It’s fine, just go with him. Something inside me was screaming, I didn’t know if it was my brain, my heart, or my stomach, but none of them were arguing with whichever one was screaming. Maybe this is how I die! Only one way to find out…

I sighed, hopping out of the truck and following him into the house. The inside was somehow worse than the outside- I didn’t even think that was possible. Lee, however, seemed to be in love! He instantly started digging though the man’s collection of music, staring wildly at the raunchy posters on the wall.

Lee let out an excited noise when he pulled a record from the crate, throwing it on the player. The music blared horribly loud, causing both of us to jump out of our skins.

“Fuck!” He yelled, turning it down quickly. The smile soon returned to his face and he began jumping around the room, singing and dancing erratically.

It was almost euphoric to watch. So I did- I just watched him. I watched him for a few minutes, my eyes following him as he jumped off the couch, landing in front of a very dirty mirror. He leaned in close, singing to his reflection until he caught sight of the state he was in. There was still blood smeared down his chin and throat, the rest was hidden behind his t-shirt. The smile dropped from his face and in its place…embarrassment?

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” I nodded and watched as he disappeared down the hallway.

Last chance to leave.

No, I think I’m going to stay.

Lee emerged a while later and asked if I wanted a turn in the bathroom. Again, this seemed so normal to him- he acted like this was his house. He must do this every time he…eats. A real shower sounded too inviting, no matter how gross the bathroom may be.

With the endless supply of hot water, I’m not sure how long I was in there. A small part of me almost expected the boy to be gone when I was finished, but he wasn’t. I followed the sound of the television and found him sitting in front of it, laughing along to whatever way playing, a cigarette in hand. Domestic.

I cleared my throat, not knowing what else to do.

“Oh, hey!” He jumped up. “Do you want to watch something? I think there’s a few more channels on here…”

“No, that's okay. I might actually go to bed…if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all! Take the bed, I’ll sleep out here.” He pointed towards the back of the house. “It's just back there…on the left.”

I felt like I was supposed to say something, to thank him, maybe? But whatever it was, I couldn’t find it. I just looked at him, probably for too long. He began to rock back and forth on the balls of his heels, looking around the room and smiling awkwardly everytime his eyes met mine.

“Goodnight, Lee.” I finally mumbled, stifling a yawn.

“Night, Gracie!” I heard him plop back down on the floor as I headed towards the bedroom.

Weirdest. Day. Ever.

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I hardly slept last night. Part of me was scared I’d wake up to Lee standing over me, or that the guy whose house we were in was going to come back, or that a neighbor called the cops after seeing us come in or-

*knock* *knock*

“Gracie, you awake?”

I sat up boltright. “Yeah, it’s open.”

No, you idiot! That’s not what he asked!

Lee opened the door awkwardly and stuck an arm through the crack, offering me a cup of coffee. Domestic!

“I’m not sure how you take it, but your only option is black or Irish, but you know, that’s still black.” I chuckled, opening the door further and taking the cup from him. His head was turned, not daring to look in the room.

“Thank you.”

“Mhmm.”

There was an awkward silence. Lee still hadn't turned around.

“Can I ask you something?” I finally found the courage to speak.

“Shoot.”

“This is normal for you, isn’t it?”

“Was that the question, or a statement?”

I groaned, walking back over to the bed. Lee hesitantly peered around the corner, not daring to enter the room any further.

“Sorry,” He chuckled nervously, taking a sip of coffee. “But yeah, I guess this is normal? Are you referring to the whole,” He made an exaggerated chewing motion, teeth clicking together audibly. “Thing or?”

“That. Yes. But I assumed that was normal for you. It was normal for my mother, anyway. But I was referring to the whole ‘making yourself at home’ type of thing.”

“Your mother?!” I just looked at him, waiting for an answer to the second part of the question- the actual question. “Umm. I mean, everyone’s got their own rules, I guess. I don’t see any harm in staying a night or two. It’s not like he’s going to need it.”

We sat silently, sipping shitty coffee and stealing glances at each other. The comfortable silence settling over us once again.

“If you’re not from around here, where are you from? And where are you going?”

“Kentucky,” he smiled, looking like he was reminiscing. “Got family there, sort of...but I’m not sure where I’m going…I don’t ever really know. I just…go. What about you?”

“I’m from New York-”

“Holy shit!”

“Yeah. But there’s nothing left there for me so I’m making my way back across the country.” I shrugged, the idea didn’t seem so crazy to me as it once did.

“I’m sorry, back?!”

“I’ve been on the road for almost a year.”

“That sounds awesome! You’ll have to tell me about it…sometime.” The smile on his face faded slightly as he stared at the contents of the mug in his hand.

Is this where we were supposed to part ways? It didn’t feel right to get back in the truck and leave him, but taking him with me? That sounded just as weird. I’ve never been conflicted over the…wellbeing? Of another person? Is that what this was called?

Hypothetically, I thought to myself. What would be the harm in asking him to come along? What was stopping me from dumping him on the side of the road somewhere if he pissed me off or tried to bite or whatever else could possibly happen. He wasn’t tied to anywhere either, not really anyway. He had been doing things his way for who knows how long, clearly he could take care of himself. He seemed to be doing a better job at it than me, actually. And the odds of ever running into him again? There was something about him that wasn’t…scary. Maybe it was the pink hair!

“I’ll tell you.” I smiled, finishing the coffee. “You drive. I’ll talk.”

“What?”

“Unless you have other plans-”

“No!” Lee said, rather quickly. “Are, are you offering to take me with you?” He sounded less sure of himself as the sentence dragged on.

“IF,” I barked, standing up and sticking a pinky in his face. “You keep your promise!”

“Cross my heart.” He smiled, drawing an ‘X’ over his chest before hooking his pinky with mine.

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thefaearealwaysamongyou · 4 months

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What up Toddlee fandom, I just finished my oneshot that took entirely too long to write because I couldn't settle on a plot idea!!!!

I just finished writing one that I started after I got frustrated with the first idea (I'll come back to it later probably), but I can't decide on the name

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vintageaesthetic20 · 1 year

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You can NOT tell me that you don't find him attractive.

P.s. Andy barber is a heartbreaker.

#chris evans #ari levinson #steve rogers #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fandom #andy barber #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans character x reader #chris evans characters #chris evans fan fiction #ransom drysdale #lloyd hansen #the avengers #knives out #lucas lee #andy barber fanfiction #ransom drysdale fanfiction

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messa-messilla · 5 months

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The boy at casa loma

Walucas/Wallace Wells x Lucas Lee fanfiction - Part 3

(art made by me)

Summary : Wallace is invited as a VIP spectator at the recording of Lucas' next movie, but something doesn't go as planned...

Author note : Sorry for taking so long to upload this chapter, but guess what ? I FINALLY FINISHED THIS FIC !! WOOOOOOOH !!! The lore kinda changed recently with the new anime, so sorry for any out of canon thing :(. Anyway, i think i might write more fanfictions in the future, this one was really fun to make !!!

Final chapter : Impress

As the people on the streets were walking, just living their day, they could see something coming, grinding wall to wall, jumping from flip to backflip in an amazingly acrobatic way…

And this skateboarding king entity wasn’t other than mister Lucas Lee, the LEGENDARY oscar winning actor.

People were cheering, rooting, screaming, CRYING, as they saw Mr Lee rolling away, without even addressing them any once of a stare.

No, he couldn’t think about them…

He couldn’t think about anything else other than THE man.

The man with the dark, crow feather - like hair.

The man with the black, yet, deeply captivating eyes.

The man with that little smug look that seemed to really get stuck in the actor’s brain.

Wallace……

He would roll on his skateboard faster and even faster, just by thinking about him…

He carried with him a gray backpack, holding a delicious lunchbox, cooked with love and attention…

And some (kind of bland) garlic bread, that Lucas took with him, when he realized at the last moment he took so much time to cook Wallace’s meal that he actually forgot to get food for HIM.

The closer Lucas got to Casa Loma, the faster his heart beated.

What if he gave a terrible performance ??

A performance so bad that the boy that looked so lovely would see him as untalented, useless, even ?

Well, Lucas is now at the place, and the charming man is coming to him, so no time for thinking too much, go Lucas go !!!

“ - Well, glad to have you here, Mr Lee !”

Addressed the man, winking confidently, waving gently his hand to the star.

“ - The same goes for me..”

Lucas crossed his arms kind of awkwardly, looking around him, his eyes going from looking at the cameras, to the people around the set, staying here to watch the recording process.

As Lucas and Wallace got closer to the set, we could see and hear the street passengers all around, rooting, shouting even, to the moviestar, which made him grin, gaining even more confidence.

“ - Everybody, are y'all ready ??

Light…

Camera…

ACTION !!

- Listen to me right now, you douchebag…”

Lucas was giving the best of himself, and it really showed. The man clearly knew how to do his job, even when the script, story and scenario… Wasn’t really great.

“ - You really thought i was going to let you go away like nothing happened ?? After all you did ???”

The crowd, catered all around, was way too captivated, mesmerized even, by such a professional performance…

“ - Come here, i’ll make you feel the pain you subjected others to.”

“ - Okay guys, lunch break time !”

From the moment the break was announced, Lucas immediately started to look anywhere where Wallace could be.

Even at his own surprise, at the moment, he felt like the crowd's opinion on his performance mattered less… And also like Wallace’s view on the performance he gave mattered WAY much.

“- Hey man, i’m here !”

Lucas turned back with surprise, to see Wells’ smug face fix him.

“ - You said you would bring our lunch !

- Yeah, i did..”

They both walked through the setting, and sat at chairs, close to a simple little table.

“ - So, what did you bring for us, big man ?

- Well…”

Lucas took his backpack, and got out of it a blue lunch box.

“ - Thank you, Lucas !”

Wallace proceeded to open it, and was instantly amazed ! Two really lovely looking sandwiches, made with soft bread, and a really sweet smelling chocolate and strawberry cake !

“ - WOAW, you made that yourself ??

- Hmm ?”

Wallace looked up at Lucas… Who already started to nom on a poor looking piece of Garlic bread.

“ - Yeah, i made it, why are you asking ?” He said, looking on the side, a bit embarrassed.

“ - This… This looks delicious, thank you so much buddy !!!”

“ - Eheh, no problem, anytime boy !” replied Lucas, feeling an invisible force lift his cheekbones, showing at the same occasion his perfect white teeth.

“ - But… I’m wondering… Is this all you’re going to eat ??” Wallace disdained the cheap little piece of bread “ Why didn’t you cook anything that is that good for yourself ??”

Lucas felt sweat flowing down his forehead, looking quickly in all directions. He didn’t really want to admit he took way too much time making this lunch box for him, and forgot about himself…

“ - Don’t worry bro, eheh… I’m a strong man ! I don’t need to eat a lot on a regular basis !! Anyway, i don’t want to get too many calories.”

After saying this, Lucas INSTANTLY realized how stupid and non logic of an excuse this was. Wallace really made him lose his words…

“ - Oh, Lucas…” giggled Wallace “ You don’t really need to care about this at all ! Plus, you know, bread isn’t really calorie free.”

“ - What ?? What do you mean ??” Lucas exclaimed, actually worried.

“ - Bread has butter, bread makes you fat.

- BREAD MAKES YOU FAT ???!!!”

“ - Everyone, get back to your spot. Time to resume.”

Lucas gasped, he was having such a nice moment with Wallace, guess it was time to go back to work…

“ - Hey !”

Lucas turned around, it was Wallace, standing there again.

“ - Thank you for this great moment, you’re an impressive cook !”

Lucas felt his cheeks reddening a bit, he always ends up blushing whenever he gets anything nice from this dark haired boy..

“ - You’re welcome.” he said, as he tried to look as indifferent as he could.

“ - Oh.. Wait a second…”

Wallace raised his head. As he stared at the sky, we could see surprise in his expression. What could have happened ?

“ - Is there any problem ?”

“ - Lucas… I think it’s starting to rain !”

The teardrops, falling from the sky, were at a speed increasing every new single second.

“ - Okay, everyone, store back your equipment, we’re stopping for today.

- Oh.”

Lucas stared at the gray sky, which was getting progressively more and more dark.

“ - So…” addressed Lucas, looking at Wallace, “ What do we do now ?

- Mmh…”

Wallace began to think, what could they do…

An idea suddenly crossed his mind like a light flash.

“ - Well, i got an idea…”

“ - Hey Lucas, so about the next time we’re going to record…”

Lucas' manager got on the spot where he saw him some minutes ago, with that one dark haired guy he brang as a guest… And he wasn’t there ??

The manager looked around him, where is he hiding ??

When he suddenly saw him… He was running away with this guy ??

At the last instant they were in his field of vision, they were holding hands, and laughing loud enough to be heard from a surprisingly large distance.

“ - Get in quickly, or you’re going to get a cold !!”

They both got into Wallace’s house, absolutely soaked and wet, but in euphoric laughter after this hell of a race.

They both sat on the cheap mattress on the floor, trying to regain their breath and calm down.

“ - Woaw, your place is… Really… Chill..

- Thank you !!”

After they finally settled down, Wallace and Lucas both looked at each other, not gazing at any moment anywhere other than each other’s faces.

“ - So…

- Yeah ?”

Lucas fixed his hair, he never met a man that made him act this awkward, and also this emotional. Though, he had a really good new…

“ - Wallace, you see about the discussion we had recently… I finally found a psychologist that could help me.

- THAT’S WONDERFUL, MAN !!”

We could see excitement on Lucas’ and Wallace’s faces, both full of positive energy, as they exchanged a cheerful high five !

“- Woah man, what a day…

- Mmh… Lucas ?

- Yuh ?”

Wallace rubbed his eyes as he yawned, still cooling down from running under the rain.

“ - My man, you’re clearly a professional actor, you really got all the lights on you !! Everyone noticed you, you were the center of attention !!”

Lucas, hearing this, got frankly confused, everyone

noticed him ?? Everyone, even…

“ - So, i was impressing everyone there ??

- Yeah, everyone.”

Lucas felt his brain doing backflips, rolling and smashing itself everywhere in his head, and his heart was burning more than ever.. What if…

“ - Impressing everyone…

Even you ?”

A heavy silence settled in all the house by this sentence only.

Wallace's eyes were WIDE open, and Lucas was at a level of embarrassment so strong sweat flowed on his face like a waterfall, he felt HOPELESS…

But, after this silent moment that felt like decades… Wallace bursted out of laughter, at Lucas’ BIGGEST panic.

“ - THAT’S NOT FUNNY, if i was you i wouldn’t even dare to make fun of me like that…”

Lucas was so confused, so anxious, what could he even do ???..

Wallace calmed down… He fixed Lucas’ eyes, so deeply it felt like he was staring at his soul, looking as delighted as ever.

Lucas' panic was cut short, leaving him speechless, his eyes shining brighter than stars.

“ - I am impressed, Lucas.”

Lucas was breath taken.

“ - You…”

Lucas couldn’t even finish his sentence.

Wallace got close enough to his face, giving two seconds for Lucas to realize how pretty this man was.

The second Wallace’s soft lips laid on his, Lucas felt all of his stress evaporate, like steam coming from the ocean, his stress being the water, and Wallace being the shining sun.

Lucas couldn’t believe what was happening, he was overjoyed by the moment. He wrapped his massive arms around Wallace, who felt maybe squeezed a little too tight, even choking a tiny tiny tinnyyyyy little bit.. But he didn’t complain at all. Either way, Wallace, even with the large love experience he got… Never felt that way when kissing someone.

As they were making out, they both felt little lights around them, making this moment even more special… Sparks.

When they finally left each other's faces… They couldn’t let their eyes quit each other, it was THAT SPECIAL of a moment.

A special moment that NOTHING and NO ONE could st-

“ - AAAAEEEEUUUUGGHH ??!! LUCAS LEE ???!!!”

Scott just entered the place, and Lucas Lee, THE famous guy who tried to get rid of him, was just sitting here, in his shared bed ?? With his roommate ???! The last time Scott got jumpscared this hard was when Neil made him play the Scary maze prank...

“ - WHAT IS HE DOING HE-”

“ - DUDE, dude, calm down, everything is okay.

No hard feelings between us anymore, ‘kay ?”

Both Wallace and Lucas giggled, amused by Scott’s reaction, still holding each other really tight.

“ - UUUUHH ?? WHAT ???!”

“ - Okay boys,” cackled Wallace, “what about we take a drink and talk about, you know, all of this ?”

Lucas, who couldn’t agree less, nodded with great pleasure.

Yeah, both Wallace and Lucas were truly euphoric together, and nobody could ruin that.

Author note : YAYYY IT'S FINALLY FINISHED LET'S GOOO !! THANK YOU FOR READING !!!! This is my very first totally complete fanfiction and i'm really proud about it :>>> THANKS SO MUCH to the people who stayed here till the end <3<3

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Heaven's Demons, Chapter 9

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: jealousy, manipulation, angst, tricks/pranks.

“If Gearz hurts you I’ll fucking kill him.”

Sweetie rolled her eyes at her now ex-boyfriend, “You know how Jake is…he’ll probably be oblivious unless I have an air traffic controller guiding him straight to my vagina.”

Fonz chuckled for a moment at her until his laughter tapered off. He bit his lip as he looked at the woman before him, “this doesn’t mean that I don’t love you…you know that, right?”

“I know…”

“Pixie wanted me to move back in with her…” he admitted, “you can keep the apartment…but if you’re serious about us splitting…I think I’m going to take her up on it…”

“Just don’t abandon our boys, Lucas.”

He leaned forward and took her hand, kissing it, “I won’t do that, Sweetie…only reason it happened with me, and Pix was because we were both avoiding our feelings for each other…the boys suffered for that…”

“I know what an amazing daddy you can be, Lucas…just don’t trip up…okay?”

“I know, Elliana…”

“So…” she said awkwardly, “how do you want to tell the boys?”

Fonz frowned. He hadn’t put much thought into it. He hadn’t thought about how he would explain it to Mikey, Dylan, Cairo, or Lucas.

“I-I don’t know…”

“Do you want to start with our boys?”

He sighed and took a deep breath, “I probably should…since I’m going to be moving all my stuff into Pixie’s place…right?”

She nodded, “yeah.”

Sweetie gave a contented sigh as she pulled Fonz and Pixie another beer while their children played up in Andy’s office with Amelia. They had all spoken to the kids together at the beginning of the week, and they all seemed to be okay with it. They did of course ask if that mean that they would get two birthdays and two Christmas’, even though Sweetie wasn’t the mother of Pixie’s children. But they all shared a laugh and agreed.

“Thanks Sweetie,” Pixie called when she dropped them off. She shot Pix a wink and removed the old glasses, “how’ve the boys been?”

“Surprisingly well,” she laughed, looking between the couple, “and yours?”

Pixie bit her lip and looked to Fonz, who was currently sulking and drinking his beer, “the boys haven’t let us sleep in the same bed without us between them…I think they’re jealous that they have to share me. When we all had that talk together at the beginning of the week I don’t think they realized that meant me and him wanted alone time together.”

“I haven’t gotten laid in weeks.”

“Aww poor baby,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him. He smiled and she leaned on her elbows, “I know the feeling though, so I sympathize.”

Fonz’ brow lifted, “you and Gearz haven’t?”

But he cut himself off and wiggled his brows. She shook her head, “no…he hasn’t even said more than a few words to me since the concussion.”

Lucas’ brows knit together, “but I thought…”

“What?” she asked, “what did you think, Lucas?”

“Gearz got himself an old lady,” Lucas frowned. He looked back to the door and then to Sweetie, “been talking about her for a week solid and won’t shut the hell up…we all thought he was talking about you.”

“We?”

“The guys…that’s why Barber was surprised a few days ago when you were asking to switch up your schedule.”

She shook her head, “me and Jake aren’t together…”

“Oh fuck.”

“What?” Sweetie asked, turning around.

“I think I know who Gearz is seeing now,” Pixie frowned. Sweetie’s heart dropped when she saw a woman giggling happily in Jake’s arms. But it was a woman that both women recognized.

“Isn’t that…”

“Yup…” Fonz frowned, taking a heavy gulp of his beer, “that’s the prospect’s girl…”

“You mean, that was the prospect’s girl,” Pixie gasped. The trio was shaken into silence as they watched the exchange, where the woman was clearly trying to get in with the club. It was obvious that Johnny wasn’t high enough in it for her, so she jumped to the next available guy, “wasn’t she dating him for like ever?”

“My high school sweetheart,” Johnny grunted as he dropped the bucket of ice before the bar. Sweetie gave him a sympathetic look as she reached for it to dump it in her cooler, “she’s a fucking cheating, lying whore…I hope she catches something and gives it to him.”

“Well damn, prospect, tell me how you really feel.”

“She dumped me at the beginning of the week saying I was too low on the rungs of the club, and that if I had worked harder, I’d be higher,” he growled, “uptight bitch just wants reins over everyone else to make herself feel important cuz she barely passed high school and got kicked off the cheer team because she damn near flunked. Surprised she didn’t try going after Sheriff or Butcher. Both of them are single and high on the totem pole.”

“Damn prospect, calm down.” Pixie teased.

“I know she made a pass at Butcher, but he told her to stop being a whore and pushed her away from him,” Fonz admitted, “and as far as Sheriff, he’s in love with Barber’s little sister…they’ve been on and off longer than most of us have been with the MC. He wouldn’t even think about looking at your ex.”

“Be careful around her,” Johnny warned Sweetie, “I know how you look at Gearz, and I know she’s seen it too. She’ll probably try to put a target on your back.”

“Don’t worry, Johnny…Jake’s not interested in me like that…”

“Yes, he is,” Johnny scoffed, “Gearz is in fucking love with you, Sweetie…”

This time it was her turn to scoff, “no he’s not.”

“He tell you what happened when he got a concussion?”

Sweetie raised her brow, “what do you mean? I was there. He tried to kiss me…I mean…we did kiss, bu-“

Johnny bit his lip, and then started laughing, “you didn’t see him after that, did you?”

“Nooo?” she trailed off, “why? Did something happen?”

“I had to drop off groceries for him, cuz prez and sheriff wanted me to make sure he was still alive…and, well…needless to say, Gearz was pretty hazy…so much so that in his delusions he never thought you left….and that big ass stuffed bear he won you that you left at his place…he ripped a whole in the seam and fucked the hell out of it.”

The trio went dead silent. Sweetie felt like her breath caught in her throat as she spared a glance to the guy that she had a crush on, “J-Jake fucked a stuffed animal thinking it was me?”

“Turned red as a tomato when I asked him why he had it sitting by the garbage can…that’s when I noticed the hole in the crotch,” Johnny laughed, “and also when I saw that he’d had ropes and ropes of dried cum all across its face…Gearz musta went a few rounds with it.”

Sweetie blushed as she looked at the biker once more. He’d had Johnny’s ex on his lap, and they were making out like a couple of teenagers in the booth that he had started cleaning off.

“Well good luck with that,” Pixie frowned, “I mean…”

“So, what your saying is, is that your ex-girlfriend and a teddy bear is Sweetie’s competition to riding Gearz’ disco stick?”

Johnny shrugged and took the empty ice bucket, “Don’t know if it’s the bear she should be worried about is all I’m saying. Trish is a grade-a cunt. She’ll do anything she can to get you outta the way, Sweetie…just be careful.”

“Thanks Johnny,” Sweetie sighed. She placed a hand on Johnny’s bicep and kissed him on the cheek. He gave her a warm smile, “now get your ass back to work before Andy sees you sitting around bullshitting.”

“An hey…if you ever need a biker to warm your bed…I’ll gladly put in an application!” he smirked, shooting Sweetie a wink, “lowest rung on the totem pole, but I know I’d treat ya right, Sweetie…you’re a prize.”

“Alright, prospect,” Pixie giggled, looking between Sweetie and Storm, “shoot your shot, prospect…shot your shot!”

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

Andy frowned as the prospect gritted his teeth, standing in front of the president of the MC.

“We’re down a bartender since Falcon’s girl quit and broke it off with him,” Andy shrugged, “we needed another bartender…Sweetie moved to afternoons for the most part and Jake’s old lady-“

“You mean my ex-girlfriend,” Johnny growled, cutting the man off, “she was my girlfriend before she dumped me for Gearz when she realized that a prospect is a prospect for a year.”

“Well, she’s Gearz old lady now, and you have to be respectful,” Andy grunted, “and she’s the newest bartender, so you gotta learn to work with her!”

“Did you even ask what Sweetie thought about it?”

“Sweetie doesn’t have anything to do with it.”

“She tell you about how Gearz kissed her when he had a concussion?” Johnny asked, “or that Sweetie and Fonz broke up because she told Fonz she’s in love with him? I know my sneaky bitch of an ex, and I know that she’ll try to manipulate every single one of you to get her way…and with the way Gearz still sneaks those looks at Sweetie, that whore will put her head right on the chopping block.”

“I think you need to calm down, Storm…” Andy chuckled, looking at the prospect, “look…you’ll see when she comes in and starts getting trained that it doesn’t mean nothing. Sweetie said that she will train her this weekend, and then during the week she’ll be on afternoons so I can have us open as more than just takeout for lunch.”

“I’m telling you Andy…Trish is trash.”

“You dated her first, kid…she can’t be all that bad!”

It was only eight PM and Johnny hadn’t stopped running for a single second. Trish had come in with Jake and met up with Sweetie around four, where she gave her the basic rundown of the menu and then explained the setup of the tables and everything. Then, she told her that she would be the running waitress and at the quick-serv station at the end, and she would run her drinks to tables.

But it hadn’t gone well. She’d spent more time flirting with Jake when they first opened, citing that she didn’t know how to make drinks, ignoring as Sweetie tried to tell her how to make them, only to have Jake make them after he finished serving his side of the bar.

Which in turn made the customers that Sweetie was trying to get drinks out to very angry. So around seven, Sweetie would jump behind the bar, trying to show her, but Jake would scold her when she’d pout, saying that she wasn’t giving her a chance to learn.

Around the fourth time, Johnny had noticed Sweetie become visibly deflated. No longer was she smiling and giggling. Nor was the air around her seeming to feel light and fluffy. She tried dropping the tickets off to Jake, but he would only scold her more, stating that they had to go to Trish.

“Trish…”

Sweetie frowned even more as the blonde twirled a strand of her bleached hair around her finger, only to glare at Sweetie when she waved her over.

“What is it?”

“I need two cosmos, a Miller Light draft, and a Mule.”

Trish only rolled her eyes and walked away from her, grabbing the necessary glassware. And for a second, the smallest of smiles tugged at Sweetie’s lips as it felt like Trish was finally taking her training seriously. That was until she finished up the fourth drink. Trish slammed the beer down on the tray as Sweetie was lifting it, causing the beer to not only splash her, but the other three drinks to tip back towards Sweetie and drench her.

“Oh my god, Elliana, what are you doing?” Trish screeched. Jake was quick to rush over to her. She pouted and looked at him, holding out the two small drops of beer on her arm, “Jakey, she spilled her drinks all over me!”

“Ohhh Trish, are you okay?” Jake asked quickly. He seemed oblivious to the drenched, smaller woman who was literally dripping behind his new girlfriend. He reached behind himself and grabbed a rag, wiping the beer off her arm, “what hap-“

“I think she did it on purpose,” the blonde sniffled, cutting him off as she threw herself into his arms. The entire atmosphere of the bar seemed to quiet as she cried against Jake, while Sweetie blinked, realizing that more sets of eyes were falling on her, “she did it because she’s mad, I’m a better bartender than her!”

As Jake tried to calm down his new girlfriend, he missed how Sweetie quietly put down her tray, and squeaked down the hall, leaving a trail of alcohol behind her. Johnny, however, rushed after the smaller woman, and notice her wiping her eyes as she dipped into the women’s restroom.

Chapter 10

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