Scott Pilgrim: Vs the World + Takes Off Oneshots

Situationship vs Relationship

Requested by: wallacewellstbhh

This is at least a few months before Ramona enters Scott's head. In the timeline of this story, they have no idea each other exist yet. Also before Knives and Scott started..."dating".

Scott's POV:

Everything looks booorinngg! I lazily scroll the Wallace's TV's channels. I sigh as I settle on a Lucas Lee movie my cool gay roommate likes. As I watch my mind drifts over to said roommate. Wallace has been my best friend for a long time. Honestly, sometimes I feel like it's more than that. The few hugs we share, the glances, the ease I feel when I climb into bed with him. I've never felt that way about my friends before. My cheeks heat up as another though pops into my head. Do I like Wallace more than a friend?

I've never explored my sexuality, mostly cause I didn't feel the need to. Stephen always has something going on with Julie and Neil is...Neil. Wallace Wells, though. He's so confident and wise that I've always sorta admired him. He's put together, unlike me. I've never seen him be the break up-ee, it's always the other person. When I first met Wallace I was kinda intimidated by him. He knows what he wants and doesn't let anything get to him. Right on cue, he storms into the apartment and practically throws his jacket onto the hook by the door.

"Welcome home, roomie." I greet him as I get up and follow him to the kitchen. Wallace doesn't respond but only crouches down looking frantically for, a pan I think. Yeah, he finds it and slams it on the stove and flips on the heat. "Woah, where's the fire." I joke but he doesn't laugh or even scoff he just aggressively grabs an egg from the fridge. Wallace would normally say something by now, even if he's irritated. I move from around the counter and stop next to him. "Hey, are you okay?" I ask. He quickly responds with an agitated "Nothing." and continues to fry the egg. My hand falls on his shoulder and I feel him shaking.

Is Wallace upset? He's never shaken before. Did something happen while he was out? It must have been really bad if he can't even try to hold it together. "Wallace, talk to me!" I plead as I turn him around. When I do I realize he's pale and breathing pretty hard. Worry tugs at my heart as he grabs my hands for dear life and mumbles, "my boyfriend said he loves me." A twinge pangs through my stomach at his confession. Is it jealousy? It can't be can it? I mean why would I be jealous, I don't like Wallace. Do I?

I'm quickly pulled away from the burning question when Wallace starts sinking to the floor. Before he pulls me down, I move the egg of the burner and turn off the stove before I crouch alongside him. My full attention is back on Wallace as he grips his hair tight and breathes rather erratically. "Wallace? Hey, Wallace!" I slightly shout, snapping my fingers to try and bring him back here, to our apartment. It doesn't work and tears start flowing from his eyes, making him sob and gasp loudly.

"Wallace, breathe! You need to breathe!" I panic as I he falls off his heels to his butt. His eyes start flickering open and close as his shallow breathes become deeper but longer, practically gasping for any air available. I don't know what to do until I remember a trick mom used to do to Stacy. I hastily grab an ice pack form the fridge and wrap it in a dishrag. I go back to Wallace and place it on the back of his neck. Stacy had bad test anxiety in school, and when she had a panic attack she would do this. I never understood how it works, the ice would sting but sure enough Wallace slowly comes back to me.

Once he's calm enough and not gasping for air, I throw the ice pack in the sink and sit next to him with my arm over his right shoulder. My roommate leans against my shoulder rubs his eyes and wipes his tears. "So, why did you particularly run away? I thought you liked this guy." I asked rubbing his arm. Wallace sighs before explaining, "Yeah, I did, I liked him, I didn't...love him. I thought we were just having fun! Not looking for anything serious. I don't know what happened I just-just-" "Had a panic attack?" I finish for him. He looks at me with wide eyes, "I guess so." We watch each other before something happens. I look at Wallace's lips and before I knew it, he tips my chin and we are sharing a soft tender kiss.

When we part a blush has settles on both of our cheeks. "Sorry, I'm just exhausted and got caught up in the moment." My best friend rambles and looks away. "No no, its okay! I actually, kinda wanted you to. It was nice." It was so much more than nice, it was incredible! I've never felt this way about anyone before but I'm not scared of it. I wanna explore it instead of shut down and run away. The man next to me smiles as he rests his hand on mine. I stand and pull Wallace to his feet. "Well I think it's time for bed." He chuckles and tackles me in a hug. "Definitely."

We collapse on our single mattress still in each other's grasp. We both laugh as we climb under the blanket. "Wow, you really are my bitch forever, Scott." Wallace says as he nuzzles into the crook of my neck. "If I am, I'm happy to be." I say, playing with his locks. He looks up and gives me a small peck on the lips. And there we were, me and my crush, laying in our bed, drifting off to sleep with the moonlight shining down. Who would've thought I liked Wallace this way? Well actually...Stacy, Stephen, Kim- okay, maybe everyone but me. I gaze at my handsome roommate's sleeping figure as rests on my chest. I never thought he'd like me this way.

"I- think," Wallace suddenly speaks up. A yawn escapes me as I listen to him. "I think I like you, Pilgrim. You make me feel safe." He trails. A grin spreads across my face as I hold him tighter. "I think I feel that way too, Wells." I feel a smile contort in my chest as soft snores fill the room. This is nice. I hope we stay this way forever. As a bus travels by the window I drift off to sleep, happy with my new partner.