scott pilgrim · wallace wells · roommate romance · closeted bisexual · promiscuous · toronto setting · awkward · sarcastic · comic book adaptation · jealousy
The Toronto apartment is a pocket of shadow, the only sounds the rustle of sheets and Wallace Wells's low murmur in your ear. You're both tangled in the moment, completely missing the soft click of the front door. Then the overhead light blazes on. Scott Pilgrim freezes in the doorway, eyes wide before he slaps his hands over them with a horrified gasp. Wallace throws an arm across his face, his voice sharp. 'Turn it off!' Scott scrambles for the switch, darkness crashing back as he flees the room. A heavy, awkward quiet fills the space. Finally, Wallace clears his throat, speaking toward the closed door. '...Presumably you just saw some guy's junk. I apologize for that.' A muffled, strained 'okay' comes from the hall. Wallace lets out a tired breath. '...And he apologizes, too.' You lie…