Can you please write a fluffy 💕 one shot about Scott and Winter having a movie night?
Prompt: "Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn't help but stare at you."
Sure! 💕 Thanks for requesting! 😊
Movie Night 💕🌟
Requested by @dr3am-caf3
Pairing: Scott Pilgrim x Winter Lightstone
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"It’s just… you know," Scott stammered, pulling his gaze away from Winter and back to the glowing laptop screen, "this movie is really… intense." He gestured vaguely at the anime playing, a fantastical battle unfolding with vibrant colors and exaggerated action. Winter, snuggled into his side on the worn couch, chuckled softly. Her hand, previously resting gently on his arm, squeezed lightly.
"Is that your way of saying you were distracted, Scott Pilgrim?" she teased, her emerald eyes sparkling with amusement as she looked up at him. She was, as always, utterly captivating – even in oversized pajamas and with her usually long blonde hair tied loosely into a messy bun that threatened to escape. The soft light from the screen painted her face in gentle hues, highlighting the delicate curve of her cheek.
"Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn't help but stare at you," he blurted out, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He immediately regretted how clumsy it sounded. He’d meant it to be charming, but it came out more like a default reflex. He was still trying to be cooler than he actually was, even after all this time with Winter. It was a comfortable, familiar kind of awkwardness that she seemed to find endearing.
Winter’s smile softened, her gaze tender. "It's okay," she murmured, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I don't mind." The warmth of her touch, the scent of her subtle lavender shampoo – it all conspired to make his heart do a little happy jig. He finally felt like he was winning at something, and that something was her.
They had been together for a while now, past the chaotic days of battling evil exes and navigating the confusing labyrinth of his emotional baggage. Winter, with her quiet strength and unwavering kindness, had been the calm in his storm, the melody to his often-discordant life. She was patient and understanding, even when he slipped back into old habits of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
"What are you thinking about?" Winter asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them, a silence punctuated only by the dramatic sounds of the anime.
Scott sighed contentedly, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her a little closer. "Just... us, you know? And how lucky I am." He rubbed his thumb over the soft fabric of her pajama top. He looked down at the top of her head, feeling a surge of warmth.
Winter hummed, a soft, purring sound that vibrated against his chest. "I feel pretty lucky too, Scott." She reached up, gently tracing the line of his jaw. "Remember that time we first tried to watch a movie together? You kept pausing it to explain obscure video game references."
Scott groaned, a playful grimace on his face. "Hey! That was important context!"
She laughed, a bright, clear sound that filled the room. "And then Wallace showed up with half a pizza and decided the movie was better without sound."
"Wallace is Wallace," Scott conceded, shaking his head fondly. His best friend had a way of injecting chaos into even the most mundane situations. Tonight, thankfully, it was just the two of them.
"So, what are we actually watching anyway?" Winter asked, playfully nudging him. "It looks like something with, like, a thousand magical swords and a very angry, spiky-haired guy."
"It's called 'Legend of the Crimson Blade'," Scott explained, feeling a familiar excitement bubble up as he launched into a description. "It's about a hero who has to defeat the Evil Emperor Vile and restore peace to the Land of Eldoria. This scene right here, in fanfiction, Scott is shown enjoying discussing the Power of Understanding and fighting the evil persona, he's using the 'Power of Friendship' attack, which is super rare, only like, once every ten episodes!" He gesticulated enthusiastically, almost elbowing Winter in the process.
She leaned away slightly, a patient smile on her face. "Scott, darling, you're going to hit me with the Power of Explanation."
"Oops, sorry!" he said, pulling back sheepishly. "Right. Movie night. Cuddling. Less shouting about anime." He tightened his grip around her, pressing a kiss to her hair. "But it is good, right? Action-packed! Totally different from that romantic comedy you picked last week."
"Hey," Winter said, playfully swatting his chest. "You cried during 'When Harry Met Sally...', admitted it."
"No, I didn't!" Scott protested, his face heating up again. "It was just... allergies. Dust mites. You know."
Winter giggled. "Sure, Scott. Dust mites."
They settled back into a comfortable silence, the animated battle unfolding on the screen. Scott, despite his initial enthusiasm, found his attention drifting back to Winter. Her presence was calming, like a warm blanket on a cold night, or the perfect, slightly fuzzy distortion of his bass guitar. He loved these quiet moments with her, just being, without the pressure of fighting or impressing or even making sense.
He felt her shift, her head lifting slightly. "Scott," she said, her voice soft, almost a whisper. "Do you ever think about... the future?"
He blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in topic. His mind, usually buzzing with video game strategies and band practice schedules, felt momentarily blank. "The future?" he echoed, a little dumbly. "Like, tomorrow? Because if it's tomorrow, I think Stephen is making his famous tofu scramble for breakfast."
Winter laughed again, a little louder this time. "No, silly. Like... our future. Long-term. Where do you see us going?"
Scott paused, genuinely considering her question. He had spent so much of his life reacting, stumbling from one challenge to the next, that the idea of a planned future felt almost foreign. But with Winter, it didn't feel daunting. It felt... exciting.
"Well," he began, looking at the ceiling, trying to articulate the jumbled thoughts in his head. "I mean, I see us... still watching movies, for sure. Maybe with a cat, or a few cats. You like cats." He felt her nod against his shoulder. "And maybe a slightly bigger couch, because this one is getting a little cramped sometimes, especially when you hog all the blankets."
She playfully elbowed him this time. "I do not hog the blankets!"
"Do too!" he retorted, then continued, a more serious tone creeping into his voice. "And, I don't know, maybe Sex Bob-omb gets, like, super famous. Or maybe we just play gigs at the Bovine for the rest of our lives and that's perfectly fine, because as long as I have you and my friends, that's really all that matters." He squeezed her hand. Scott Pilgrim is portrayed as a good guy who is protective of his friends despite his flaws. He turned his head, finally meeting her gaze. "What about you, Winter? What do you see?"
Her eyes, those beautiful emerald eyes, looked thoughtful. "I see a cozy home," she said, her voice soft and dreamy. "With lots of books and maybe a little garden. And I see us still holding hands, still laughing at your goofy jokes, and still watching too much anime." She smiled, a sweet, radiant smile that made Scott's world feel impossibly brighter. "And I see us... happy, Scott. Just... happy."
He leaned in, gently cupping her face in his hands. "Happy sounds pretty good," he whispered, before closing the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that tasted of quiet contentment and a future that, for the first time, felt truly promising. A kiss that promised more movie nights, more goofy jokes, and a lifetime of shared happiness.
When they finally broke apart, it was with a shared sigh. The anime continued its epic battle, but neither of them was really watching anymore. They were content to just exist in that moment, bathed in the soft glow of the screen and the even warmer glow of their affection. Scott tightened his hold around her, pulling her close enough that he could feel the steady beat of her heart against his.
"You know," he mumbled, resting his chin on her head, "I think this movie is getting even more intense now."
Winter chuckled, a playful smirk in her voice. "Oh, really? Or are you just easily distracted by pretty things, Scott Pilgrim?"
He grinned, pressing another kiss to her hair. "Maybe a little of both," he admitted. "Especially when that pretty thing is you."
