Hii Can I Request A Young Matthew Lillard X Black Curvy Fem Reader ? A Classic Best Friends To Lovers

hii can i request a young matthew lillard x black curvy fem reader ? a classic best friends to lovers type of thing. only if it’s not a problem ❤️ thank uuu

Matthew Lillard x Chubby Black Reader

Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers trope, drunk people, the 90s

A/N: Matthew Lillard is criminally underrated and I've never seen a fic about him. Justice for Matthew.

A/N: I have never seen a Matthew Lillard fic on here which is insane because he's amazing. There are a lot of references here so sorry in advance.

Matthew has been your best friend since you started elementary school. On your first day at the new school, he was the only one who talked to you. You two had been inseparable since then. When Matt told you he was going to pursue acting you were a little skeptical that he was actually going to make it in Hollyweird, but just a few years later he had a major role in Serial Mom. Honestly, you couldn’t believe you had a famous best friend. You were worried he might forget you once he got big but he always kept you by his side. You were his date to every premiere and the first thing he bought with his newfound money was the car you’d been raving about since you two were in high school. Of course that started rumors that you guys were a couple. He never confirmed or denied the rumors which added more fuel to the fire, but it also made you realize how much you really did like him. He’s a goofy dumbass you can’t help but love. 

You always thought he liked you too. The long looks he would give you while you were talking, the overprotectiveness, and the slight hint of jealousy he had when you had a boyfriend all added up to him having a big ole crush on you. You were too afraid of rejection from someone you care so much about to even ask. Your love might just stay unrequited forever.

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*Ring Ring* 

You walk over to your home phone and answer it.

“Hello?”

“It’s Matt, I’m coming over. I have something I want to talk to you about.”

“Ugh, dude it’s eight at night.”

“Chill out, I’ll bring dinner see ya.”

You put the phone back on the base and decide to look somewhat presentable. You take off your bonnet and pick out your almost completely flattened afro. Matthew always jokes that you look like a Black Panther when you have your natural hair out. You head back to the kitchen and turn on your Sony Trinitron TV. The reruns of Transformers are the only interesting thing you could find after flipping through the channels.

You hear Matthew’s signature knock at your front door and open it to see him towering over you with a serious case of bedhead and McDonald's and a plastic bag full of clothes in tow. You step aside to let him inside your tiny apartment. He passes by you, making the black power fist with a stupid grin on his face.

“I hate you,” you say, giving him a smack on the back as you go to sit on the floor in front of your tv. Matthew joins you with a bag full of nuggets and fries with two Sprites on the side. 

“So, what was so important you had to disrupt my night just to tell me?” you ask while dipping your nuggets into ranch.

“I want you to go to a party with me.”

"Why didn't you tell me over the phone? I'm not dressed!"

"The party doesn't start until ten."

"That's not enough time for me to be ready," you whine. You use his shoulder to leverage yourself off the ground and scurry off to your bedroom to find your best outfit.

You manage to find a tiny black silk spaghetti strap dress in your closet. As you put it on you notice you've gained some weight and your stomach and butt are prominent in the dress.

"Hey Matt, can you come here for a sec?" you yell out into the hall. Matthew shuffles from the living room wearing a black blazer and matching pants with a navy blue collared shirt and a simple chain necklace. 

"Yeah?" His lips are wrapped around the straw of his Sprite as he looks down at you through his lashes. Your cheeks start to warm under his stare.

"Does this dress make me look fat?"

"I mean it's a little tight but I think you look amazing. Solid ten out of ten from me." He gives you a little thumbs up of approval. "Eat your food, we're gonna get crunk tonight."

"Don't ever say 'crunk' again." 

You finish the rest of your food during the drive. City skylines pass the car as Matthew drives farther and farther out of LA. Eventually, you reach a massive house with expensive cars coming in and out of the driveway. 

You step out of the car and walk arm-in-arm with Matthew into the noisy home. You're bombarded with the sound of Boyz II Men and loud talking. As you step further into the house you see all types of celebrities lounging around or dancing. 

"Holy shit is that Johnny Depp? He's even hotter in person." You can't help but stare in awe at everyone around you. Despite being friends with a celeb, meeting famous people always amazes you.

"He's not the good looking," Matthew scowls. 

"Awe you're jealous." You playfully punch him on the arm, looking up at him. He avoids your gaze by looking over the crowd for someone.

"Matthew!" A man who looks like he could be Johnny Depp's brother emerges from the crowd.

"Skeet, good to see you," Matthew replies, giving the man a short hug.

"Who 's your gorgeous friend?" Skeet asks, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it. Matthew instinctively wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"This is Skeet Ulrich. He's one of my costars for an upcoming film," he says looking down at you. "And this is my childhood best friend. She's been with me since the beginning," he remarks looking at Skeet.

"You're a very lucky man. Ay come back here for a sec, I want to talk to you about the movie." The boys walk off together but not before Matthew reminds you to not ‘get wild’.

Three shots of Vodka later you're dancing with a guy who looks suspiciously like Ethan Hawke. You drunkenly bump and grind against him as you feel the music moving through your body. Matthew looks over at you from a couch in the corner of the room, his eyes burn into you. He stands up and calmly walks over to you, tugging out of the back door of the house.

“W-what the heeell Matt?”

“What? I’m not the one grinding on guys and getting shit-faced.”

“I’m nooot even druunk.” Matthew lets out a sarcastic laugh before moving to walk away. You stumble after him but trip on your heel. Matthew catches you before you hit the ground and sits you on the porch. 

“I’ll get you some water.” He leaves you outside staring up at the stars. If you could think straight you’d probably be able to think of an apology to give him but you’re not actually sorry. You were enjoying yourself for once and Matt just had to ruin it for you with his protectiveness. He refuses to admit to liking you but won’t even let you be in the vicinity of another man with asserting dominance over you, which you really hated.

Matthew comes back with two glasses of water and sits down next to you.

“Listen, I’m sorry about grabbing you. I didn’t want someone to take advantage ‘cause you’re drunk, y’know?” He hands you the glass and you take a few sips.

“Enough with the big brother shit. I’m tired of you treating me like I always need saving. I’m also tired-” Matthew cuts you off.

“I really like you and I hate it when you flirt with other guys. And I know we’re not even together but it hurts and I'm a huge coward for not just asking you out but I’m terrified of ruining our friendship. I promise I won’t be weird and possessive, I didn’t even really mean to do that.” You look at him for a moment, just admiring him for all that he was. 

“You like me too?”

“Wait you like me?”

“Duuh I thought that was obvious.”

“No it wasn’t, I thought you saw me as like an older brother or something.”

“I said you act like one because you’re so protective. How long have you had these feelings?”

“Since high school maybe. How ‘bout you?”

“ I don’t even know. It feels like it was always there and just kinda realized it.” Matthew slides his hand over to you, palm up. You interlock your fingers with his. His hand is soft and smooth with no imperfections, a stark contrast to yours, which are rougher and covered in little marks. Matt brings your hand to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss before holding it to his heart. He looks over at you, love sparkling in his eyes.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Woah cowboy, you haven’t even asked me on a date yet.”

“But dating suucks and I already know everything about you.,” he whines.

“No date, no girlfriend.” Your head starts fizzing in your skull as you stand up a little too fast. Matthew joins you by the door.

“Deal, but I get to choose where.” His mischievous smile is plastered on his face.

“You’re gonna make us go somewhere really stupid aren’t you?” you say exhaustedly.

“You’ll just have to wait and see. Ladies first.” Matthew makes a sweeping motion as he opens the door for you. You walk back into the noisy house passing all of the drunk and high celebrities doing sloppy dance moves to their own rhythm. Matthew walks next to you, the delinquent grin still on his face. What have I gotten myself into?

A/N: I used to have a Sony Trinitron tv and I’d always watch Transformers on it. 

Small Heath's Mud

summary: Grace goes to intimidate Tommy's misstress but Y/N is not going to fall for it.

pairing: Tommy Shelby x Black Fem! Reader

warnings: mentions of cheating, angst, racism. +18 MINORS DNI

word count: 1.253

A/N: The prompt "when he calls, he calls for me and not for you" was requested by @cillmequick (i deleted your ask, Alex, i'm sorry 😂). For all the Grace lovers out there, this story ain't for you.

Kate popped her head inside Y/N’s office in the time that it was supposed to be lunch break.

“There’s a woman here to see you.” The assistant announced.

“Tell her to wait.” Y/N replied with a sigh. She really needed at least half an hour to recollect before going back to the hecticness of her job.

“She’s white, Ms. Y/N.” Kate delivered in an almost apologetic tone.

Y/N’s brows furrowed, both concern and curiosity washing over her. She did have white clients but most of those women sent their servants to make their requests, too afraid of setting foot in a black owned business themselves. There were three bold exceptions though: Polly Gray, Ada Thorne and Linda Shelby. But if it were any of them, or the even the white servants from the scared posh ladies, Kate wouldn’t be acting so conspicuously.

“Did she say her name?” Y/N asked.

“No.”

Y/N counted three heartbeats after Kate’s answer and in an impulse, she declared:

“Sent her in.”

Her legs started to quiver in anticipation, which prompt a malaise to arise in her stomach, but she stomped her right hand, that was closed into a tight fist, onto the table, furious with her own weakness. The only way to face the situation was with her head held high.

The door opened again, fully this time, and in the frame a blonde and pretty woman started to face her.

“What can I help you with?” Y/N inquired the woman, analysing her from head to toe.

She had a soft face that could sway men from their feet and even softer hands that showed no trace of dirt or callouses in them.

The woman didn’t dignify Y/N with an answer. Instead, she reached inside the purse she was carrying and took a brown envelop out of it. She walked a few steps until the table that separated them both and deposited the object on it.

“I believe it will be enough.” The woman stated, assured of herself.

Y/N blinked, not impressed by the theatrics. The blonde beauty had a stiff posture that denoted arrogance and she seemed to wear the sentiment as a cloak. But it wasn’t lost to Y/N, that some uncomfortableness hung around her too. Almost like, whatever that was, it hurt her to do it.

“Why don’t you lay out to me what exactly do you wish for. Then we can talk about prices.” Y/N tried a new approach, prying for a tangible answer.

“I don’t want a fucking dress. I want you to stay away from my husband.” The words left the woman’s mouth like a slap and Y/N squinted her eyes, confused for a few moments with the declaration. But a light bulb lit inside her brain, and she finally caught grasp of the context she was in.

“Mrs. Shelby.” Y/N announced, trying to fit the image of the woman in front of her with the overhead descriptions.

‘Fuck’ She also thought. ‘The woman discovered the affair.’

Oddly enough, the malaise she previously felt didn’t came back. She was in a rather calm state, considering the circumstances, and not in the slightest frightened. Bewildered with her own boldness, she giggled. Fright was probably what Grace had hoped for.

“Then you wasted your time coming down here, Mrs. Shelby.” Y/N put forth, voice as saccharine as molasses and a smile as sharp as a dagger.

There was a pause, similar to a musical interlude, before Grace straightened even more her spine and exclaimed with venom:

“I’m not here to play games. Take the money and leave.”

Y/N had to hold herself from spatting out a curse. The woman was standing inside the shop Y/N had worked earnestly for years to build, and due to some caprice, she dared walk in and make demands?

“Do you have any suggestion as to where should I go?” Tommy says New York is a beautiful place.” Y/N challenged, anger boiling her blood.

The question hit Grace like a punch and the mixture of surprise and heartbreak present in her expression, certainly caused by the mention of the place of her “honeymoon”, almost melted Y/N’s heart. Almost.

“I don’t care where you go.” Grace began to say in a wobbled voice “as long as it’s far away from here. Besides, I'm handing you more money than what you are accustomed to.”

There was a definitive tone in her sentence, as if she had settled the agreement, but Y/N caught herself on an odd implication that hung in the air.

“I’m very pleased with your offer, Mrs. Shelby.” No, she wasn’t. “You’re such a kind soul, but I can’t accept it because I do not wish to go anywhere.”

She would have stopped there, but that insinuation still clogged the atmosphere, hazing her senses, so she added:

“And contrary to what you seem to believe, I'm not fucking your husband for money. I do so simply because I want to.”

Her heart pounded heavily on her chest, weighing her down. Of course, that in this irish princess head, Tommy Shelby would only take a woman like her if she was a whore. God forbid him to actually enjoy her company.

Grace squinted her eyes, accessing Y/N’s figure in disbelief. It was probably too much for her brain to process.

“I would appreciate if you...” Y/N began to say, eager to expel the woman from her shop but Grace interrupted:

“You know, I came here heartbroken and sad but at the same time resigned. I can deal with unfaithfulness. But, ” The other woman smirked in the middle of her sentence. “the one who’s actually worth pitying is you. You’re fucking him because you want to.” She mocked. “The poor thing is in love.”

Y/N was about to open her mouth and counter argument, but Grace continued:

“Well darling, I've got some news for you. You’re never going to be Mrs. Shelby.”

She had a triumphal aura while she pronounced that emphatically, like she had hit an epiphany. And, like she finally managed to humiliate Y/N the way she planned all along.

Y/N wouldn’t lie to herself and say that it didn’t sting. Tommy’s ambition aimed places where she could never set foot. But the sense of rejection came more from the injustice of it all than a genuine desire to marry Tommy. In a perfect world, no one would get to dictate who she would choose to attach herself with in matrimony.

“You know,” She began to explain, mimicking Grace. “sometimes, Tommy gets tired from work or bored from all the meeting and then he calls. But when he calls, he calls for me and not for you.” She stated plainly, recalling a habit of Tommy that had become now part of her routine.

“What you fail to see Grace, is that me and Tommy grew up in the same dirty streets. The mud that covers every building, every car, every horse in Small Heat, is the same one that is under our nails, and we can’t for the love of God wash out.” She paused, took a deep breath while panting and then carried on: “This is something that you’ll never understand.”

As if on cue, the phone in the left corner of the room began to ring, and with the perfect timing Y/N laughed.

Face red and hot like a pepper, Grace recollected her envelop and stomped out of the room, knocking the door loudly behind her.

Y/N sat on her chair, suddenly tired from the altercation.

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I’m intrigued as to what happens next

Colliding Hearts

A/N: well this is the last update until the New year! So let’s leave 2022 with a bang.

The Handsome Hobo

A few weeks had passed since the incident and it had all but disappeared from Y/Ns mind, why should she focus on that one thing when she already had so many other distractions.

Her life had been a non stop rollercoaster since the moment she left the Hospital, first of all Y/N had bills that had to be paid and was having to do overtime at the bar just to stay afloat.

Y/N was a budding Photographer, her main area of interest was photojournalism. Y/N loved capturing people in the moment when they weren’t focused on looking perfect for the camera. Her interest had started when she was only a little girl and her father would let her use an old film camera they owned, it wasn’t uncommon to see her carrying the camera with her wherever she went. So for her 13th Birthday her parents had surprised her with her very own digital camera and ever since then Y/N knew she wanted to Be a professional photographer. Well that was easier said than done.

Y/N had set up her own website and regularly added new pieces she had done, but as of yet she hadn’t had any serious biters, sure she would have a buyer every couple of months that would purchases a few pieces but that’s was very far and few between, she had done some wedding photography for people she knew which had given her a little extra Cash, but it still wasn’t enough to keep a roof over her head or gas in a car.

So during the day she was bartending at her local bar, 6 days a well she worked the day and night shifts serving beer and chicken wings with a boss named Dale always looking over her shoulder. Dale was sleazy with not only his employees wages but also with how he treated Y/N and the other female employees.

Dale hadn’t been one to keep his views on women to himself, in his mind women were only good for two things serving beer and looking pretty.

It was no wonder they had a turn over of so many employees quitting.

Still she was not going to think about that today, it was Melissa’s bridal fitting today and she had invited Most of the women in the family to attend.

So squished together on a set of sofas in the small bridal boutique in town was, Y/N, her mother Pam, Melissa’s mother Cheryl, Y/N’s grandmother, Rachel Y/Ns older sister, Miquel Y/N’s sister-in-law, Candace Y/Ns other sister-in-law, Rosie who was Melissa’s sister and maid of honour, not to mention Tiffany, Lilly, Carly & Jennifer as bridesmaids.

Currently they were all watching Melissa who was standing in front of the mirrors as the seamstress was making adjustments to her dress.

With the wedding only a few months away everyone was busy making the finals preparations that needed it be done.

“So what do you guys think?”

With the wedding taking place on the first week in December Melissa and Y/N’s brother Joshua were planning to get married at their local community centre. With both Melissa and Joshua working on minimum wage not to mention the cost of raising two children and paying bill’s their wedding had to take a back burner, family and friends had offered to contribute to the day but both Melissa and Joshua were too proud to accept any type of money.

“You look beautiful.”

Everyone agreed with Cheryl’s statement.

The one thing Y/N’s and Melissa’s family had refused to budget on was Melissa’s dress, they were all contributing to make sure that Melissa was able to get her dream dress.

“I’m just worried, the top still feels a little loose.”Melissa spoke while running very hands over the satin bodice of the dress.

Y/N pursed her lips before offering her own wisdom.

“Well once it’s been taken in it should be okay.”

Melissa returned Y/N’s comforting words with a nervous grin.

Not much happened after that, and the appointment went along smoothly, the bridesmaid dresses were already out for deliver so they would be arriving in a few day’s. With the appointment over everyone began to disburse, Pam had offered to buy lunch for everyone however Y/N had to unfortunately decline, so as her family member’s walked towards the town square Y/N went in the other direction.

She had it get to Sal’s before it shut, her roof was leaking again and she was running out of buckets to use. She had already complained to the landlord but he was as useful as a brick.

So it was up to her to fix the problem herself, at least temporarily. But obviously the universe likie to mess with her, drops of rain were beginning to fall.

Oh, that was just great.

She hadn’t thought to bring an umbrella, and the rain was getting faster and more intense. Y/N desperately looked around for some sheets when she spotted an awning that was in front of a shop.

With her shoes and socks drenched Y/N rushed towards the shelter.

Once she was safely under it Y/N let out a breath, only a few moments ago it was clear and now look at it.

The rain was so intense you would be lucky if you could see 5 feet in front of you.

“Raining like cat and dogs ain’t it.”

“You can say that.” Y/N looked to her left and almost gave a yelp.

Seriously?

It was him.

The Elvis guy.

Except this guy looked haggard. There was no other words he could say.

His dark hair was lying flat against his head and looked greasy, he was wearing the same clothes as when she had first met him but they now looked like they belonged in the bin. Hole’s and stains littered the once silky fabric, the Elvis man himself wasn’t looking much better, his once smooth skin was dirty and fresh grazes lined his face. Y/N wasn’t even Going to comment on the smell.

“Elvis?”

‘Elvis’looked up from where we was resting on the floor with hope.

“You know me.” The hope and elation was clear as day, it almost made Y/N’s heart Give a tug.

“It Y/N, the women from the hospital.”

For a brief moment disappointment appeared before it was quickly covered with a grin.

“Well I didn’t think I’d see you again doll.”

There was that voice again, the voice Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about. Even till this day it sent shivers up her spine.

“Me neither, what are you doing here?”

From the state of his Y/N had an idea yet she didn’t want to say it out loud, for what it implied made her feel Sick.

“Well doll, I was tryin ta find some cover and plan my next move.”

Since it didn’t look like the rain was going to stop anything soon and her legs were beginning to ache Y/N took a seat on the cold and concrete floor next to ‘Elvis’

“What do you think that will be?”

‘Elvis’ shrugged his shoulders.

“Well the park is out, I was told by the cops that if I returned there they would arrest me, i tried a local shelter but they were already full so I’m debating on a bench at the train station or in the alleyway behind this shop.”

Her suspicions had been proven correct.

Tears filled her eye’s, it was almost surreal, she barely knew this man yet here she was shedding tears over him.

“What happened Elvis?”

“I got discharged and was left on my own after that, I had a bit of change in my pocket and was able to find a pay phone, I began callin people, but it was hopeless. I couldn’t get hold of anyone and I now know why. Honestly at first I didn’t Believe it, I mean it was impossible you already read about it in comics and books but ya never think you’ll actually get to experience it.”

“Experience what?”

‘Elvis’ quirked his lips and eyebrows before answering.

“Time travel.”

I’m sorry what?

This should of given Y/N enough motivation to run for the hills.

Here was a guy claiming to if time traveled, it was ludicrous.

Y/N let ‘Elvis’ continue speaking.

“It makes sense, I go to sleep in my own bed and next thing I know I’m walking in some woods and in a hospital with doctors and nurses with strange electronic items and none of my phone numbers are working.”

Y/N should definitely be leaving now, no one would blame her.

But yet she stayed.

“So your a time travels?”

‘Elvis’ let and a laugh and looked down before once again look at Y/N.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, I know you I must think me crazier than a road lizard.”

Something like that.

The rain had finally turned to a light drizzle, enough that you could safely walk in it.

‘Elvis’ too had noticed.

“Well I best be gettin a move on.”

‘Elvis’ stood up and began brushing of his dirty trousers but it didn’t make much difference.

Y/N too got up.

“It was real nice talkin to ya once more, it’s nice to actually speak to someone who didn’t look at me with disgust or unease.” The resigned smiled ‘Elvis’ have was almost enough to shatter Y/N’s heart right there and them.

‘Elvis’ began to walk away.

“Wait!” Y/N called out, making ‘Elvis’ stop in his tracks and turns to face her.

“Let me take you to my place. The least I can do is offer you a hot meal and a shower after hiting you with my car.”

The bashful smile on his face was probably the most adorable thing she had ever seen.

“Please, I don’t want to intrude.”

“I want to.”

“Alright then, please lead the way.”

Y/N beckoned ‘Elvis’ to follow her all the while thinking to herself what the hell hd she gotten into.

I watch this video at least twice a day! So much talent all in one and I agree with the smashing young Cab Calloway he is definitely fine as wine

The blessed time of Cab Calloway of his orchestra and his extraordinary dancers.

(Put on sound)

“I remember the first time Elvis told me about the fans. I was eight years old and playing outside Graceland. Elvis came out to play with me. As he walked toward me, he saw me waving my hand. When he got to me, he asked, “What are you waving at, Billy?”

I said, “The people in the trees. They have been waving at me all day. See?” Elvis looked over his shoulder and saw them. Now they were really waving and shouting Elvis’s name.

He said, “Let’s go say hello, Billy.” Then he took me to the fence. When we walked over there, everyone got excited. Elvis talked to them and signed autographs. He even introduced me as his little brother Billy, and I said, “Hi.”

Everyone in the crowd said, “We love you, Elvis!”

He said, “I love you too.”

After a while, he told the fans he wanted to teach me how to play football. Everyone thanked Elvis for coming over to talk to them. He said, “It was my pleasure, and I loved meeting you.”

As we started to walk back to the yard, Elvis took my hand. I looked up at him and said, “Why do they love you so much, Elvis?”

He stopped walking and knelt down next to me. He said, “Do you see how much I love you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“They see how much I love them too. I’m never too busy to stop and talk to them. They are the ones who made me what I am today.”

“Well, the whole world must love you, because I see people every day in the trees and at the gates, even when it’s cold outside. And everyone at school talks about you too.”

He smiled. “So, if they love me, what should you do?”

“Love them too?”

Elvis hugged me, then said, “That’s right, Billy.”

I understood and said, “Okay.” Elvis straightened up and we went to play football. I’ve never forgotten that lesson to this day.”

- Billy Stanley, The Faith of Elvis