#also i was just like. in the room as it was happening like John Mulaney in the horse in the hospital sketch like 'ok. ok. ok. ok. ok. ok'
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Every day I get closer to writing the "You vs YouTwo trying to steal your identity in the Spider Society" fic (which, the fic even has a name as I slowly build it, I'm calling it Imposter Syndrome because, you know, 1 Reader is starting to get depressed and feel unneeded even before YouTwo comes along and 2. Well. It's self explanatory)
But anyways I keep thinking of all of these dramatic interactions and scenes (shit I was listening to John Mulaney stand up just to write dialogue for Peter Porker, for funsies) where, thinking of either Reader being kicked out of the Spider Society and such, and them having to literally hunt you down and search for you, but. What if YOU came to them?
It's been like 3 months since you "died" after the Society mistaking you for your double and removing the dimensional watch that kept you tethered down, and there's a palpable air of depression. Spiders go to the training room you used to teach your classes in and leave flowers and mementos and share stories of their times spent with you. Maybe they even do something fucking dramatic like set up a memorial, like a plaque with your name and photo or something, but, something to help remind them to be wary of who they bring into the Society and appreciate the ones they have and so on so forth, and also like I imagine there were Spiders who were so attached to you that this entire incident makes them leave the Socety for good (like maybe Hobie equates the way you were exiled to fascist tyranny and hates Miguel more than he already does for letting it/helping it happen, for example)
But, anyways, months later, but not too terribly long for them to stsrt to forget about you, just enough time for the guilt and depression and the longing to marinate, and some Spiders are hanging out in the food court, Peter B and Jess and some of the others managing to drag Miguel out of his lab to eat and be around other people because he's just been holing up by himself almost 24/7 since you "left". Dude's a fucking mess, man, you can literally just look at him and see the dark circles under his eyes, the unwashed hair, the body odor because he fucking lives in that suit, and half the cafeteria is wondering if he's about to start crying into his stupid silly ass Miguel burger and
*FWOMP*
Some loud ass undescribable noise as the fabric of the universe suddenly shifts and, you glitch right back in and slam down on the floor besides their table. The entire room freezes as they literally had no idea you were still alive as you scramble to your feet, the first thing you notice being the food as you DIVE for Miguel's burger, snatching it right off his plate and beginning to absolutely devour it like literally gobbling that shit as the man amd everyone else is AGHAST. You've lost a significant amount of weight (like, an unhealthy amount for the time that has passed) and you're covered in bruises and scratches with tears and holes all over your suit. Your hair has knots and tangles and your Spidey suit is beyond dirty with a raggedy jacket and a tattered backpack on your body. You've just been constantly bouncing in and out of different dimensions, ricocheting all over the place this entire time, which made it hard for you to eat, sleep, bathe, do just about anything normally. One minute you're trying to swipe some food from a market because you have no money, the next you're glitching again and you're lost in an apocalyptic wasteland, or a thick jungle, or even places where shapes and colors don't operate the same as we can even comprehend it
You're constantly dropping the food because your hands keep glitching but you're clearly obviously starving, and Pavitr hands you his chai to help wash everything down, but you still pick up several beverages on the table and absolutely chug them as your friends are just stunned into silence, still in shock, quickly morphing into all kinds of different emotions. Joy you're still alive, horror and pity for your current state, guilt and anguish that all of them did this to you. Jesus, have you even been able to drink water? Like if you didn't have Spider powers you probably would have died by now and it's easy to see you're weak on your feet
And from here I see two options and I'll go with the less exciting one first:
Reader is so fucking hungry and malnourished and weak that after the Spiders make room for you to sit at their table and eat their food, you being just genuinely so fucking worn down from constantly not being able to eat and sleep properly, that you basically show up, eat the entire table's worth of food, and all but fall into a food coma right then and there because this is like the first time youve been able to sit and mildly relax for WEEKS, like here comes Spider Plushie for the save like he's trying to slide across home base, loyally stopping in front of you and directly under your head as you just kind of, slump forward, the little guy making the perfect pillow as he keeps your forehead from smacking against the table, and you're just, like O U T out as Miguel cradles you in his arms because, oh my god he thought you were gone forever, and he won't let anyone else touch you as he marches you straight to, wherever the fucking doctors in this place are
But option TWO: suddenly you pause your gorging as some burps rise up in your chest and you suddenly have some calories pushing enough energy to your brain that you finally look around, like REEEEALLY look around. The entire room is dead silent, some starting to cry with joy and relief, others still stunned, many looking absolutely confused, and your eyes eventually meet with Miguel's. He doesn't look quite as run down as you, but WOW is this one sad haggard looking dilf, and you blink at him for a minute. And then look around. And back at him. And around. And to him
And your expression morphs into something so fearful as you force out a nervous laugh, "oh, wait, it's... you guys..." And the second everything clicks for you, you're IMMEDIATELY TAKING OFF, and despite your weakened state you actually make them really work for it because wow that adrenaline kicks in as you for your life because you're thinking "shit they still think I'm the fake and they'll kill me this time if they get their hands on me" when in actuality Miguel is getting his ass on the intercom system ordering all available units to stop you so they can put a bracelet back on you so you aren't lost again, which i mean it is but isnt even a yandere thing at this point, youre literally going to die without some sort of dimensional tether. But during the chase Miguel realizes you aren't using your webs, and you're actually not nearly as fast as he's seen you before, and he realizes with a broken heart, oh Jesus you're literally too malnourished to produce your organic webs within your body, or a lot of it, anyways. You must REALLY be in bad shape
And I imagine like, the chase comes to a halt, not when they catch you, but when your physical exhaustion finally catches up to you. Sweetie you barely ate anything for the last several days, suddenly gorged on a whole spread of food, and then started sprinting and jumping and climbing and parkouring on shit. You HAVE to stop running because you're literally getting sick and VOMITING, like, your former students and fellow Spiderpeople and of course Miguel are hot on your heels and they all pause and give you space because you're literally having to throw up in a gutter with sweat pouring down your face and entire body developing the shakes as, oh no, you feel your strength leaving you as you can't even hold yourself up, collapsing onto the ground, barely conscious as something scoops you up with the gentleness of handling glass, your eyes unable to stay open as you whimper things. "Please don't kill me... I'll leave... I'll never come back..." before you pass out
Miguel has you immediately checked by doctors while the staff have to limit the amount of people trying to come and see you (because, uh, there are a ridiculous amount of Spiders invested in your wellbeing) and only he's in the room as the medical team details your current state. Severe malnutrition, sunburns, broken ribs, a finger or two in crudely-improvised splints, telogen effluvium aka temporary hair loss from illness/extreme stress, you're probably starting to come down with a cold of some sort, potentially something dramatic like pneumonia.
You sleep for like several days straight while hooked up to IVs and fluids because your body just needed to heal THAT badly. By the time you wake up you feel like you're rising from the dead, your entire body aching and heavy, taking minutes to blink yourself awake to take in your new surroundings. You've got a private medical suite that's pretty well-secured, and when you try to scratch a sudden itch on your nose, you feel a weight on your wrist after going to move your arm. Oh, it's another kind of watch, although this one doesn't have nearly all the features and buttons of the first one, and when you keep rotating your wrist over and over, you can't seem to find the latch to take it off, because, well, there isn't one
Miguel is already in the room with you, either having been working on a laptop or just legitimately sitting there watching you sleep for an unknown amount of time, even if its completely dark in the room. He's gotten himself all cleaned up and back to normal and looking like his old self again but he's honestly not even sure what to say to you. Emotions aren't really his strong suit? Where does he start, apologizing for this whole mess or promising it will never happen again?
The only guarantee for now is that you will NOT be leaving Nueva York again, or even so much as leaving his SIGHT, so long as Miguel doesn't want you to, and trust me, after being tricked and having you ripped away from him, to see you in such a vulnerable sad state because of his own actions when all he wanted was to protect you, he's got a whoooole lotta things he wants to do and talk to you about. First and foremost? Vowing that he's going to make everything up to you, starting now, by being your most devout protector
#yandere spiderverse#yandere x reader#yandere miguel o'hara#atsv#yandere stuff#sinprompts#imma be real im pretty sure my posts dont show up in tags anymore but who knows :(
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Okay Jesus. so also in my dream last night Red Robin, Robin, and Red Hood found this giant abandoned house. Building more like because it was so big. Anyways, Tim and Damian find the kitchen and immediately decide to start making cookies. Or maybe playing? I think they might have been playing because they were just dumping something that might have been sand over a muffin tin and had added those little decorative daisies that go on dresses that you can get at the craft store.
Anyways, they got along so much better during this they decided that from now on they were just gonna sit in silence together parallel playing. They also decided this was a do-over for their relationship and so they weren’t allowed to refer to each other by name because they hadn’t introduced themselves yet. The next morning they were sitting at breakfast so close they were basically sharing a chair and they asked Bruce if they can have a sleepover and Bruce and Dick thought they were being fucking weird. Also they were in the Wfa style whereas Tim and Damian looked like they were came out of a super old comic book from when Batman first cam out in the 40s. Like with the greased back hair and the skin that wasn’t colored in. I’ll try to find a picture of what I’m talking about. Also Damian was wearing one of those shirts with the thin horizontal yellow stripes that they wore in like the 60s.
Meanwhile Jason (also in Wfa style) was at the abandoned house turning one of the rooms into a rage room (those places where you go to break shit) for Cass. A lot of it was scrap metal because apparently Cass had super strength and could punch metal so hard it bends. While Jason was looking around for stuff to use he found a bunch picture of him and his family. He found one that he thought was cute of himself that he pocketed along with a crowbar. Jason did not find it weird that their were photographs of them. In fairness it was a good picture of him. He was doing that one pose where the person is sitting on the floor, legs wrapped around their knees, looking up at the photographer. He had big brown eyes in it.
In conclusion: the batkids found a (probably) haunted house and Damian and Tim (probably) got possessed by the spirits of two anti social children, Cass has super strength, and Jason doesn’t question being stocked and also likes to steal random crowbars.
Oh yeah, there was also a voice over happening of a John Mulaney show where he was talking about his polyamorous relationship and how at one point he tried to make cookies for his girlfriends but didn’t believe that salt went into cookies. I think it was implied that the abandoned house had belonged to him and his polycule. Anyways.
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the magicians s2e11
julia wanting to steal a kid's teeth but she promises she'd leave money she's the cutest oh my god
queen of the great worms, what if i need to borrow it super briefly
i think the underworld is very fun i always enjoy it in the magicians. well. Until I Don't.
some all time sleeves from margo
god literally every time i see idri i get mad which is not his fault but it does happen he is SUCH AN OBSTACLE !!!!!!!!!!
sphincter magic... we all need a healthy pelvic floor......... the chemistry jesus christ the chemistry
I FORGOT ABOUT SYLVIA oh what a gift this rewatch is
poor abigail being turned into a rat :-(
jeanbag chair yayyyyyyyyyyyy!
kady and penny the actual love story of the magicians
the senator plot is so fucking funny to me why did they think they had time for this
bowling incident my beloved. actually you know what entire bowling scene my beloved. richard my beloved. free trader beowulf my beloved. so many beloveds.
julia! i-- i got a strike! DWEEB !!!!!
whimsical is the mark of the stupid and the arrogant to attack what you can't comprehend. no i'm sorry you guys are whimsical as shit.
PENNY AND ZELDA PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
oh no, security!
oh senator john mulaney you scare me to look at too closely
oh my god i just remembered the alice's shade thing
shadeless julia is still so kind and wonderful which i think is a very important thing. i don't know what they mean for a shade to be, soul or something else, but i like seeing what julia is without hers.
WE WERE SO STUPID TO LOVE YOU !!!!!!!!
even when margo is just facing the consequences of actions she definitely took i'm like aw margo :-(
sylvia i am enchanted by you please say everything immediately
"truthied" one of those tiny worldbuilding details that scratches my brain so right
did not at all remember eliot putting her in the fucking dungeon oh my god? "make sure she gets the best room and see that she gets her coconut oil" WHAT IF I CRIED
qualice really not my favorite thing in this show but there is really something about the way his entire face crumples and softens any time he sees any version of her it's kind of insane
also forgot about reynard's awful misogynistic beef with olu like sure i'm not a big fan of her but you are a fucking creep little fox man
my god i remember NOTHING of this show even eliot getting booted from fillory was gone from my brain
free will, i exercise that shit
"i'm going to be back here for good one day and i am going to find you" is kind of unexpectedly destroying me this time oh christ on a cracker
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just a funny blurb i thought of at 2am but if you like the idea, have fun with it:
**SPOILERS FOR VOLUME 2 OF S4 READ AT YOUR OWN RISK**
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Dustin, poking Eddie with a stick and 101% done with his nonsense: Eddie, get up. You’re not dying on us.
Eddie, unbothered: Let me have my moment, Henderson. I can see the light. I hear the angels. It’s finally happening.
Dustin: Bullshit. You really wanna leave all your hard work behind? Hellfire? Corroded Coffin? Your graduation?!
Eddie, pouting like a child: Fuck Hawkins.
Dustin: Mmhmm. So… fuck (Y/N) too, right?
Eddie: ??? Uh I-I mean—
Dustin, standing up to leave: No, I understand. A guy like Steve will comfort her at your funeral, anyways. Think about the line of dudes waiting for this moment so they can finally snag your girlfriend away. They’ll hug and kiss her because y’know: you’re dead and tell your own girlfriend ‘it’s what Eddie would’ve wanted’—
Eddie, shooting up from dying: OKAY I FUCKING GET IT SHUT THE FUCK UP
dude i love this. eddie is such a Drama Queen it's totally his m.o. it's what the suffers should have actually done (my phone autocorrected their names but it fucking fits so i'm not changing it)
i also love Jealous eddie. steve's not really my type but even as an alt girl i've always had a lot of guy friends like him (i was really good friends with the varsity quarterback in high school and most of my guy friends in college were frat boys) so i have a massive soft spot in my heart for him. we would absolutely be bros and eddie would hate it.
so you would just be losing your shit when eddie and dustin don't turn up and steve being the big softie that he is would be like "no :((( " and immediately start comforting you. i'm talking rubbing your back, petting your hair, forehead kisses, hugging you as tight as possible and letting you cry into his chest. if eddie were missing for a couple days he would not leave you alone; he would even sleep by your side just so you had a familiar presence and someone to hold when you end up breaking down again. he knows what eddie means to you and he can't let you be alone in your grief. this man has some serious platonic love for you.
but then eddie turns up. pretty injured, but covered in makeshift bandages and fighting like hell to get back to you because he loves you so fucking much. when he finally sees you he gets tunnel vision, his face going totally soft and weepy because you're here, you're alive, and you're so goddamn beautiful.
and then he sees steve with his arms around you. and he just. squares up immediately. ("what the FUCK is up steve? no, what did you say dude, what the FUCK dude? step the FUCK UP steve")
to hell with his injuries. eddie shoves steve away so hard he falls flat on his back, and he wraps his arms around you so tight you think he might break you. but it doesn't matter. he's alive. and he's going to be okay.
"i'm here, sweetheart," he murmurs into your hair. "i won't ever leave you. i promise."
steve clears is throat.
"this is all very sweet but, uh, eddie, man? you're bleeding like. really heavily. we should get you to a hospital."
"you've done enough, harrington," eddie hisses back at him.
and of course while eddie is in the hospital you do NOT leave his side. you straight up storm past the police trying to keep you out of his room and tell them to go ahead, arrest you, but you're staying with the man you love. (if you're really into true crime like me you'll also go off about how they don't have enough evidence to press charges and they shouldn't even know he's here anyway because it's a confidentiality issue and that alone is enough for you to sue them)
eddie is so smitten with you in that moment. doesn't matter how much pain he's in, all he can think about is "my baby is so scary. ilhsm <3" (cue john mulaney's "my wife is a bitch and i like her SO MUCH" quote)
steve visits frequently to make sure you're both doing okay. he gives eddie a pack of marlboro reds and a handwritten card that says "i apologize for caring" on the inside as a peace offering.
eddie remains unconvinced.
(send me more asks / prompts, y'all!! my job hunt is going miserably and i need something to keep me motivated)
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I saw your tags on my The Last Wish post, I just wanna say it's a very good movie, it isn't too goofy, it's very good at balancing out the humor, the action, and the more emotionally intense moments. I highly recommend it. c:
im sorry, i forgot to answer this bc i saw "the last wish" and was like "when have i recently talking about the witcher recently..." fhjsddjs BUT i actually did go see it today, and it was really good, i liked it!
What I liked the most was all the character development concerning puss. His privilege of having multiple lives, giving him an inflated ego that's so big, it didn't allow room for anyone else. Softpaws' personal trust issues being reopened when puss finally has to face something so important (that he can't physically beat) that it gives him cold feet. Him then acting performatively bigger and better in response, boasting how great he is to strangers, until it happens to get him killed, and he's finally at another crossroads of having to face the threat of death for a final time. Him being constantly terrified and having to deal with it. I also enjoyed the bit w him reflecting on all his past selves too, one literally being drunk on his arrogance, and puss arguing w them bc he is different. i liked softpaws forgiving him too :) they totally could have drawn that out for drama's sake, and it shows she's not as hard as she tries to be
The humor was balanced out nicely, the animation was great, and the shrek references were put in there a good amount too, lol. i was kinda scared the dog was just gonna be a dumb kid's movie talking animal, but he was tolerable, lol. I didn't really like jack horner (john mulaney 🤮 and he just looked weird) and i didn't care as much for goldilock's subplot, but i didn't hate it or anything. Anyways, It was really nice, better than the first :) i'd definitely gif it whenever it comes out
#wolfnanaki#and frankly i saw scenes and was upset i couldnt gif them in that moment fhsdfjsd#also sorry to make this like my thoughts lol. i just saw it and remembered#not to bring up diff media but i just finished gow ragnarok and im like damn... this family movie did character development better...#still kinda bitter bc of gow shh
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Catholics who want to have a confrontation with each other should be provided a jew who knows how to argue free of charge. They cannot do it on their own.
#this brought to you by my catholic roommates getting into the worst argument i have ever seen over one of them being 'snippy'#worst not as in most violent but like. least skilful#like so un goal oriented#it was so out of nowhere too like the examples that were brought up were like.#less 'snippy' than like 90% of my fully amicable interaction with friends and family#the way it was started was literally we were all chilling and one goes#'I'm just gonna say it bc no one else will but you're snippy and nobody likes it'. like. LMAO???#I've always wondered who those 'how to argue' guides that give advice like 'use I statements' were for and now i know. catholics#I'm sorry i don't want to be mean to catholics fhjgsfh#but i have noticed this pattern of many catholics not having a healthy framework for confrontation#also i was just like. in the room as it was happening like John Mulaney in the horse in the hospital sketch like 'ok. ok. ok. ok. ok. ok'#i actually think i did a p good job resolving it so. proud of myself i guess#part of me is also guiltily pleased bc my dad used to tell me that i was so unpleasant to live with that it would cause conflicts forever#and also when we'd get into arguments he'd be like 'you're so logical you should be a lawyer' (derogatory) and imply/say that i was being#a coldhearted bitch for not acknowledging the emotional sides to the conflict enough#and so now Im validated bc this is the 2nd big roommate argument that weve had and neither of them involved me at all#and also bc my lawyerly logical reasoning skills helped deescelate the situation from yelling crying and accusations#to an actual conversation about what was causing the conflict and what we could do to resolve it#so I'm kind of like 'huh so turns out i was right and correct wHoD HaVE tHuNk'
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Crossed A Line (Pete Davidson x reader)
A/N: we're just jumping right into it because I don't know how to start this imagine, lol. Also, John is John Mulaney, but it felt weird saying, "my best friend John Mulaney, so I just said, John!
Warning: arguments/fighting
"I never fucking said that, Pete!" You yelled, pulling at your hair, frustrated that words were being put in your mouth. You two had been at each other's throats since you both got home; you were tired from a busy day on set, and his mom was probably ready to kill both of you so that she could sleep. "Yes, you did! You said that your sketch idea was a million times better than mine! I heard you talking to Lorne!Just tell the truth for once! You're just upset because your sketches have been shitty lately!" He yelled back, rolling his eyes. This pushed you over the edge. "Fuck this. I'm going to bed." You mumbled, turning on your heel and walking towards the door.
You figured you'd sleep in the guest room tonight, and you'd talk about it in the morning. "Oh my fuckin' god. Of course, you're giving up. When things get hard, you push everyone away! I swear you're worse than Ariana." This stopped you in your tracks. Worse than Ariana? The woman who broke his heart so bad that he had a public breakdown? You turned to look at him, tears threatening to fall. "Really?" You whispered, your voice cracking. He flinched slightly, hearing the change in your voice, but he held his ground, still too tired and pissed off to think straight. You silently walked over to your dresser, pulling out some clothes. Pete watched you, not quite comprehending what was happening yet. You stuffed everything into a bag and grabbed your charger from the outlet in the wall, still silent. You had nothing to say. As you walked towards the door, Pete snapped out of his state. He grabbed your wrist. "Babe, wait, hold up. I'm sorry, I-" You turned to cut him off, tears falling freely down your face. "Don't, Pete. Just don't." You yanked your wrist out of his grasp and walked out the door. You choked back a sob as you got into your car and left.
You numbly drove to one place you knew you were always welcome, no matter the time or reason. After the fourth knock on his door, John sleepily opened his apartment door, clad only in boxers and a Georgetown shirt. When he saw the state you were in, sobbing and shaking, he woke up and pulled you into the apartment. After he shut the door, he pulled you into a hug. When you eventually stopped crying, he pulled away and grasped your shoulders. "What happened?" You tearfully explained everything that happened. "All he heard from my conversation with Lorne was that my sketch was about one topic, and Pete's was about another; I never said either one was better than the other, but he wouldn't listen to me." You sniffled, your tears threatening to start falling again at the thought of the whole situation. John sighed, shaking his head at the story he was just presented. "I'm sorry. You're nothing like Ariana. He'll realize that he fucked up sooner or later, and you two will work it out. You always do." You nodded. You still loved Pete. You still wanted to be with him, but the things he said hurt you, and you needed some time to think.
You stayed at John's the rest of the week, ignoring calls and texts from Pete. A week later, after you had called in sick that Saturday, Pete couldn't take it anymore. He called John.
"Pete?" "John, just tell me they're okay. Please. I'm going crazy over here." Pete begged. John hesitated, making Pete's heart drop. "I know I fucked up. I just need to know if they're okay. I'll leave them alone after that." He whispered. John told him to hold on and put his phone on the counter. Quickly walking to the guest room where you were holed up, he peaked his head in. You nodded as if to say, 'go ahead. "Pete wants to know that you're safe. What do you want me to tell him?" "Is he here?" "No, he's on the phone." You sat there for a second. "Can I talk to him?" "Are you sure?" You nodded. You followed him back to his kitchen, where Pete was still waiting patiently in line. You picked up the phone, taking a deep breath as you did so. "Pete?" Even over the phone, you could hear his breath catch in his throat. You heard John leave the room behind you. "Baby?" Pete whispered like he was going to scare you away. "Hi." "I-" You both started to speak at the same time. You both proceeded to do the awkward 'no you first' thing until he huffed. "Are you safe? You're okay with John, right?" He asked, and you couldn't help but feel butterflies. "Yea, I'm okay." There was an awkward silence until he spoke up again. "Would it be okay if I came to see you? I want to have this talk in person." He asked gently. "Yea, Pete, that's okay."
You heard a car door shut, and your anxiety kicked in a little bit more. John let him in and then excused himself from the room. Pete sat down on the opposite side of the sofa, looking like he hadn't slept much in the last week. "Hi." You breathed out, breaking the heavy silence. "I uh, I missed you." He admitted, scratching the back of his neck and looking down. "I'm really sorry about all of the shit that I said. Your sketches haven't been shitty lately, or ever for that matter. You're the most brilliant, funny, and most caring people I've ever met." He looked up, and your eyes met his brown ones. You could see tears starting to form in his eyes, and you could feel some forming in yours. He took a shuttering breath in. "I'm so sorry that I said you were like Ariana. You're nothing like her baby. She was hurtful and made me hate myself. You're brilliant, loving, and considerate, and you make me feel like a better person just by being around you. I should have never said that, and I'm so sorry." You took in his statements. "What you said stung Pete." You sighed. "I know, I'm a fucking idiot." He looked down. You inched closer to his side of the couch. You gently grabbed his hands, making him look up at you. "I can't fully forgive you yet, but I do still love you." You said. He nodded. You hesitated before pulling him into a hug. He hugged you tightly, almost crushing you. You immediately melted into him. You pulled back just enough to capture his lips in a gentle kiss.
It would take some time to get back to normal, but the two of you grew stronger from this experience.
BONUS:
Hearing a cough, the two of you pull apart. John is in the doorway, smirking. "If the two of you are about to engage in make-up sex, can you do that back at your place? I like that couch and don't want to have to burn it."
#snl imagine#snl#pete davidson#pete davidson x reader#pete davidson x reader imagine#pete davidson imagine#x reader#x reader imagine#reader insert#pete davidson reader insert
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We're officially into week two of hiatus so here's all my Shitty RWBY character headcannons:
Ruby Rose
- before Atlas, she had stupid contact names for everyone in her scroll
- really good at makeup but doesn’t have the patience for it
- “I’ve graduated from Combat Skirts. I wear a Combat Kilt now”
- has in fact practiced her “leader face” in the mirror before
- does morning affirmations that go along the line of “You are The Huntress. You are the baddest, silver eyed bitch in Remnant. Zwei is proud of you. The moon does not care if you cry during your lunch break today so you shouldn’t either.”
Weiss Schnee
- actually hates sweet stuff. Like she had access to all really high quality stuff when she was a kid and as she grew up she kind of grew out of it
- only one on the whole team who takes her coffee black and makes fun of the others for it
- purposefully smacks people in the face with her braid but always plays it off as an accident
- Brokest Rich Bitch in Atlas
- "Hey Weiss, can you spot me?" *riffling through her FAT wallet, "Sorry can't, I'm Atlas broke."
- Is actually blind in her left eye and whenever someone sneaks up on her on that side she will reactively glyph them into the ceiling
Blake Belladonna
- nyan-binary
- playing a game of what weird stuff she can do and convince her friends that "it's a Menagerie thing."
- *wearing her boots in bed* it’s fine we do this all the time at home
- “Hey guys watch how far I can jump and still land on my feet!”
- *stubs her toe on a table* “This is a hate crime”
- she picked that up from Sun btw
- absentmindedly fluffs up her hair when she’s nervous or thinking
- no one has EVER seen her go to the bathroom in her Atlas outfit. They don’t know how she survives
Yang Xiao Long
- desperately needs a haircut and she Knows it but she'd too stubborn to give up the "don't touch my hair" schtick
- uses her semblance to dry her hair because it takes 6 hours otherwise
- her and Jaune hanging out together = “We’re just Blonde Bois doing what blonde bois do”
- everyone learned very fast after reuniting not to ask Yang for a hand
- drinks Kool-aid like a monster
Jaune Arc
- terrified of needles
- when practicing with his semblance in training he would rub his hands together and yell, "CLEAR!"
- hates coffee but started drinking it in Atlas in an attempt to seem more professional and grown up
- plays guitar but plays banjo better
- can also play spoons
- hates shoelaces with a Passion which is why his boots use snap ons
- has had Nora and Yang spin him really fast on office spinny chairs to help him get over his motion sickness
- one of those people who shushes inanimate objects when they make noise. The rest of JNOR has also picked up this habit
Nora Valkyrie
- uses her semblance to shock people
- "If I run and leap at Jaune, he will almost certainly catch me in his arms"
- the friend that you love to hate for being a morning person
- sometimes will just,,,, pick up her teammates and be like “that’s enough for today we’re going back to the room and you’re lying down and drinking some water”
- napping queen. Seriously No One can just clock out and catch a fresh 30 zs just anywhere like she can
- one of those people who doesn’t like coffee, hot chocolate, or tea and Only drinks whole milk
Oscar Pine
- notorious impulse buyer
- Hates soda. He drank it once and thought he was dying
- unironically says shit like "farm fresh baby" and "This would’ve never happened back on the farm" in response to things
- John Mulaney's entire "Zoning Out" bit
- “I was in Ironwood's office, he was reading me the results of the mission. It was important, I listened. And then I zoned out!”
- “Sometimes my wizard- I have this wizard- he'll be like, 'Are you watching the Grimm?' And I'm always like, 'I'm holding onto Yang, and I'm not gonna fall off. But no, I'm thinking about chickens."
- Chicken Fried by Zach Brown Band
- the inside of Oscar’s head constantly sounds like a Letterkenny Cold Open
Lie Ren
-is an excellent cook but bakes like Eugene Lee Yang on Without a Recipe
- has an entire vocabulary of just sounds that only Jaune and Nora fully comprehend
- “Hey Ren, you want some tea?” “Hzzm” “Two sugars or one?” “Hrrm” “You got it buddy.”
- L’oreal, because he’s worth it
- tongue piercing I will not elaborate on why
- instituted a “Team ALPN/JNOR Swear Jar” after he heard Oscar say “fuck” once under Jaune’s supervision
Qrow Branwen
- smells like campfire smoke. Everyone thinks it's a really good cologne but he just smells like that
- gonna do the obvious one: distracted by shiny things
- one of his rings is a fidget ring
- Went through a karaoke phase
- listens to Post Malone and cries sometimes
- has done the gallon challenge
Penny Polendina
- likes to mess with people by carrying around nuts, bolts, and screws and just dropping them behind her
- intentionally misinterprets very basic forms of greeting
- remember that one scene from Lilo and Stich with the record player?
- feeds the stray cats and dogs in Mantle
- she and her dad will make fun little toys in their free time and give them out to kids. She almost always has a spare teddybear or something for when she’s down in Mantle in case she needs to comfort a kid
#rwby#rwby8#ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#yang xiao long#jaune arc#nora valkyrie#oscar pine#lie ren#qrow branwen#penny polendina#in my mind all these characters have their own unique version of bastard gremlin/cryptid energy
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Emergency Visits (Bucky Barnes)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Words: 4.5k+
Warning(s): SMUT! Oral (Reader recieving), fingering, penetration, fluff!!! (Cringe warning too)
A/N: HONESTLY, idk why i had the courage to write smut but I did. THE ORIGINAL ONE-SHOT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAVE SMUT LMFAO also yall know I am a sucker for crossovers SOOO the timelime for TFATWS is off in this because Frank Castle is in here and I wrote most of this before episode 5 <3
Summary: Bucky, Sam, and Zemo need a place to lay low in while in the States and you're their most trusted person they know. What was not predicted was your vigilante friend needing medical help that same night.
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You were a former Avenger. You were highly trained in combat but your purpose was to help any wounded comrade or citizen when you and the team were called in. The fighting days were pretty much over for you after the last battle with Thanos. You still used your medical knowledge to work at the different hospitals in New York City and helped Matt Murdock or Frank Castle with any wounds. Rarely you'd help with some vigilante work, but you rather sit out and keep to a less violent life.
You were mindless watching whatever Netflix suggested to you on a breezy night in your humble apartment in New York. It has been a rather boring few nights for you compared to more hectic ones, given your vigilante friends weren't getting as hurt as usual and didn't need discreet medical care.
Your cellphone ringing next to you snapped your attention away from your binging of a John Mulaney stand up show (good choice Netflix). You looked at the caller idea and swore your heart fluttered ever so slightly.
James Buchanan Barnes was calling.
You had spent many months in Wakanda with him as Shuri worked tirelessly to get rid of Hydras grasp on his mind. Your main focus was learning new information on medicine but you always made sure to visit Bucky. You both got pretty close... Light touches, lingering hugs, and often staring at each other when the other wasn't looking became a commonality. It was obvious feelings of love were blossoming for you, but you weren't fully sure if he felt the same.
After the battle you both stayed in contact, but he decided to reside in D.C. while you laid roots back in the familiarity of New York. You both made sure to visit each when possible, but it had been about a month and a half since you last saw him.
"Hey, Buck." You smiled, answering his call. "It's been a few days, usually you make sure to call every other night. Are you okay?"
"I..." You heard him sigh, making you sit up straight. "I need a favor, doll."
"Of course, you know I would do practically anything for you."
"That applies to me too right?" You heard Sam in the background, making you chuckle.
"Yes, it does Sam. How are you?"
"I've been better, these past few days have been rough but I'll let Stare-a-tron explain it to you." You heard a wack and an 'ow' come from Sam.
"So..." Bucky started but didn't continue.
"So...?"
"So, have you paid any attention to the news regarding Munich?"
"I have now connected the dots."
"What?"
"You broke a certain terrorist out of jail didn't you, James." You groan. When you saw the news about Zemo you couldn't possibly connect it to Buck and Sam, but with this call and a need of a favor instantly made you realize.
"Technically, (Y/N), he broke himself out."
"Do I need to slap some sense into you? He killed King T'Chaka. He broke up the Avengers--"
"I know, I know." You heard him sigh. You listened in closer and heard some background traffic noise that sounded like the streets of New York. "Listen, we need a place to lay low for a bit in the States and your the only person I can one-hundred percent trust. I can't tell you more on the phone but please-"
"Yes, yes of course Buck. You guys, well minus Zemo, are welcomed here for whatever reason. Do you need me to text you the address?"
"Nah, we are actually about to enter your apartment building."
"Well hurry up so we can decide on take out." You chuckled and hung up the phone. You only had to wait a few minutes before you heard knocking at your door. Wasting no time you opened the door as fast as you can and practically tackle Bucky into a hug.
He chuckled gently, "I missed you too, doll."
You released him from your hold and grinned as Sam. "Come here Sam, I haven't seen you in a few months." You pulled him into a less dramatic but friendly hug.
"Good to see you too, (Y/N)." Sam and Buck made their way into the apartment leaving you faced to face with Zemo.
"Hello." You greeted, offering a differential handshake.
"Hello, (Y/N). I hope all is well." He accepted the short handshake and gave an equally differential smile before entering your apartment.
"Welcome to my humble abode, make yourselves at home here. I have two bedrooms so we better discuss sleeping arrangements-"
"Easy, I call dibs bunking with you while Wings and Zemo stay in your spare room." Bucky interrupted.
"Hold up, why can't you stay with creepy-magee? I'm sure you two would love to stare at each other." Sam argued.
"Because I called dibs, isn't that right Doll?"
"He did call dibs, Sam." You shrugged and laugh at his look of betrayal.
You heard Zemo start to speak but Sam beat him to it, "You don't get an opinion." Zemo simply put his hands up and surrendered while the other two kept arguing about the concept of dibs.
"Anyways I'll order some Chinese food and we can discuss why you three are here over dinner."
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Your mind was blown.
Bucky and Sam filled you in on Isaiah, the return of super soldiers, why they needed Zemo, and the issues they had with the New Captain America. You also almost chastised Bucky for missing his mandated therapy session but decided to keep eating your food and let him continue.
"Wow, that is fucking nuts. Super soldiers, huh?" You sigh. As much as you didn't want to, you had a feeling they would need your help with fighting. After all you fought along with the original Captain America, so you picked up ways to fight super soldiers.
"Yeah, after Madripoor we need to lay low. Hopefully no one spotted us." Sam said, starting to pick up his dishes. Everyone seemed to follow suit and you were about to speak again when you heard knocking at your door.
"Hey, can you take these for me? I'll go answer the door." You slid your stuff towards Buck who looked at you worried.
"Do you want one of us to answer the door with you?"
"Nah I should be fine, it's probably Mrs. Espinoza looking for her sons cat." You waved him off, making your way to the door. You unlock your locks and crack open the door.
There stood Frank fucking Castle, covered in an obscene amount of blood while using the wall for support.
"Hey..." He greeted with a hoarse voice and a weak attempt of a smile.
"Holy shit, Frank." You said barely above a whisper. "Fuck, can one you guys come here?!" You shouted, opening the door wider while taking one his arms over your shoulder.
"What the hell, (Y/N)?" Bucky looked at you and the blood soaked Punisher with bewilderment.
"I'll explain in a bit! Just help me take him to the couch. Sam go get my medical bag, it's in my closet in the room on the left! Zemo clear everyones stuff from the couch." You barked out orders while you and James carefully led Frank to the couch. When Zemo cleared it off and Sam came running out with your bag, you both laid him down on the couch.
With no hesitation you quickly wash your hands and prepare your equipment.
"Are you going to tell us what the hell is happening right now, (Y/N)?" Buck asked.
"I am also wondering why we have a beaten guy on your couch." Sam's face was full of worry.
You sigh and begin removing Franks clothes to look for any life threatening wounds. "This is the Punisher. If you haven't kept up with the more lower level news he is one of the vigilantes."
"That doesn't explain why he is here."
"I... I am friends with him and Daredevil. I patch them up so they can avoid the hospital." You see a bullet wound on his side, it was bad but it was manageable with an exit wound. "One of you hold him up so I can stitch his back."
Bucky immediately joined your side, using his enhanced strength to hold up Frank.
"You gonna introduce me to your friends here, (Y/N)?" Frank rasped. "I gotta know whose cold ass hand is touchin' me."
"I'll introduce you to them later, let me get you stable."
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After what felt like hours, you finished dressing a gash on his thigh. You peel of your bloodied gloves and get up from kneeling on the floor. You helped sit Frank up so he can get a good look at whose here.
"Frank, this is Sam Wilson and James Barnes. I worked and fought with them as an Avenger." You gesture to the two. You saw him eyeing Buck before giving you a knowing look. You both were friends after all, he knew of your feelings towards Bucky.
"Who's the guy in the pimp coat?" He grunted and gestured towards Zemo, who rolled his eyes.
"Baron Zemo. Escapee prisoner."
"Zemo? As in the guy who bombed the UN? Do you need me to-"
"No Frank, they need him alive." You chuckled.
"Well, it's good to put faces to names. Especially yours, James." Frank spoke, nudging you. "I'll get my spare clothes and rinse off the blood now, something tells me the guest room will be taken." You were going to protest but knew Frank was too stubborn to listen. The four of you watched him make his way to the guest room before closing the door.
"Oh so he knows about us but we don't know about him?" Sam arched a brow at you. Bucky stayed silent, clenching both his fists.
You sigh, "I am sorry for not telling you guys. I didn't keep my involvement with vigilantes away from you both on purpose, I promise."
"Can we trust the Punisher? Will everything be safe with all of us here?"
"You don't have to worry about me talking." Frank came out of the room in new clothes, using a damp towel to wipe his face. "(Y/N)'s stuck her neck out for me countless times. I owe it to her."
"If (Y/N) trusts you then we trust you."
"As much as I want to stay up, I think it is best we get some sleep. Tomorrow we can talk more." You stretch and yawn and everyone seemed to agree. Castle put a pillow on the couch and grabbed a spare blanket you had lying around.
"C'mon man you can have the bed. You look like you got the shit beaten out of you." Sam said.
"Nah it's fine. I'm a light sleeper. I can stay out here in case he," Castle pointed to Zemo, "tries somethin'."
"C'mon Buck, your rooming with me." You smile and grab his non-vibranium hand.
"I don't want to share a room with Zemo." Falcon groaned
"Bucky did call dibs after all."
You said goodnight to Sam, and gave Frank a quick hug goodnight before you and James went into your bedroom, a duffel bag in his hand.
James was feeling jealous. He didn't want to admit it but watching how friendly you were with Frank Castle made his feelings worse. He could pick up the familiarity between the two of you and how easy you were able to talked to him. Frank was someone in your life Bucky didn't know existed. How close were you to the Punisher?
Thoughts of you and Frank entered his head but he quickly tried to dismiss them. It made his chest ache just thinking about you and another man. Yeah, Buck was smitten with you. But the feelings of self-doubt and guilt always made it hard for him to confess. With the addition of Frank? Made it almost impossible.
"You can use the bathroom to change while I cahnge out here." Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He nodded silently, clenching his jaw, while entering the bathroom.
Your stare lingered at the door before you quickly put on a different set of comfortable clothes, discarding your previous clothes to the floor. You picked up on his sudden quietness and you hoped he wasnt truly mad at you. With a quiet sigh you slid under the blankets of your bed and waited for Bucky so you could get to bed. You and Bucky have shared the floor and bed before, and you were able to keep it together.
But after everything that has happened, after finally seeing him after almost two months, it made you feel nervous. You weren't sure if it was exhaustion or stress, but your feelings for Bucky suddenly felt overwhelming.
If that wasn't enough, you felt like your face was burning when he stepped out from the bathroom, wearing just his boxers and dogtags.
"I, uh, hope you don't mind. I found sleeping without a shirt easier to deal with nightmares. Helps cool me off."
"No, no. Don't worry at all Buck." You smile but it felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest. He smiled briefly before he turned out the lights, joining you in bed. You both laid on your sides, back facing back. You shut your eyes and try to focus on sleeping, but the image of shirtless, only in boxers James flooded your thoughts.
"Doll?" James voice cut through the silence.
"Y-yes, Buck?"
"Who... Who is Frank to you?" He asked in a low, dejected tone. Your eyes snap open. What kind of question was that from him?
"What do you mean?" You roll to face him but his back was still towards you.
"Are you and Frank..." He paused, "just ignore it, nevermind."
"Bucky, face me." He didn't respond. "Please, James." You heard him sigh but he complied, turning to face you. The subtle light from your window made it easier to see his handsome face in the dark. You gulped, trying to muster an ounce of courage to tell him these feelings you've held for him for years.
"Frank and I are strictly friends. Before he became the Punisher he had a wife and two kids who he loved dearly. They-they were killed in front of him. He loved his wife dearly and I don't think he is looking to start dating anytime soon." You sigh and things go silent for a moment.
You rested a hand on his cheek and scooch closer. "James, I... I really enjoy spending time with you. I enjoy your presence. After all that we have been through, with getting the code words out your head to losing Steve... I want to be by your side no matter what." You felt tears prick your eyes.
"I feel the same way about you doll." James spoke, just above a whisper. "You help ground me and honestly you help keep me sane." His hand found its way above yours that was cupping his cheek. Gently he moved your hand to his lips. He placed a soft kiss to your knuckles before moving it over his heart. "I've felt this for a while and I never had much courage to say it before but... I love you, (Y/N)."
"I love you too, James." You smile, a few happy tears managed to escape your eyes.
"C'mere." He helped move you close to him, pulling you into a deep hug. The chill of his vibranium arm caused goosebumps but the warmth of his other arm gave you comfort.
You wrap your arms around his bare torso and snuggled your face into his neck. God he smelt good. With a little courage coursing through you, you gave him a small kiss on the neck before giving him a little love bite, nothing that would bruise.
Bucky chuckled moving a part from you, just enough to get a full look at your face. Without saying anything he leaned in, his eyes hooded, placing his lips on yours. One of his hands found its way to your head while the other rested on your hip. You pushed your body closer to his, while gently dragging your nails across his back.
"Mm Doll." He mumbled against your lips. "I... I want to continue this with you if that's alright with you."
"Yes, Bucky." And in an instant after giving him the word, he maneuvered you onto your back while he hovered on top of you, his dogtags dangling down. He removed them from his body.
"Don't want those hitting your pretty face." He smiled and leaned in to kiss you once again, this time him slipped his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. His warm hand rested on your neck before he slowly dragged it down your chest and to the hem of your shirt. He messed with it a little, teasing to go underneath. You whine a bit and arch your back as he kept messing with it.
"May I?" You simply nod in response. He pushed himself away from you and took the hem of your shirt, helping you remove it. The cold air hitting your now exposed chest made you shiver. "No bra? Naughty." He smirked.
"I'm not the one who came out only his his boxers."
"Touché." He tossed your shirt onto the ground and soaked in the view below him. The perfect lighting leaking through the blinds illuminated everything in just the right way. James licked his lips, "You are gorgeous, doll."
"You're pretty handsome yourself." You smile, which made him smile.
"Let me treat you like a goddess. Let me repay the favor." Without another word James attacked your neck with his mouth, nipping and sucking on the area. He continued leaving love marks from your neck down to your chest slowly. The sensation made you moan as tingles went through your body. You felt yourself getting wetter as he continued to leave hickies on your chest.
Bucky used his non-vibranium hand to cup your right breast, kneading it gently. Maintaining eye contact with you his leans his head down to your free breast before giving your raised nipple a quick lick. The feel made your body shake ever so slightly, making him smirk at the reaction. He did it again, although this time slower before latching on, using his tongue to swipe over the sensitive bump.
"Bucky-" You gasped. You felt heat slowly build in your core, not enough to have you screaming, but enough to feel pleasurable. "That feels so good." He continued giving your tender breasts and nipples attention, slowly building you up.
"Lets get these pajama shorts off." He sat up again, moving himself lower on the bed. He gripped the waistband of your shorts and began slowly removing them while you lifted your legs to help. Discarding them like your shirt, he tosses those articles of clothing to the floor. You were left with just your panties
His hands take your knees and help spread your legs farther a part, soaking in the view of your body spread out. His mouth found its place on your in thigh. He left small kissed, sometimes little bites, and he dragged his mouth closer and closer to your wet pussy. "I want to taste you doll, is that alright?"
"Y-yes Bucky, please." You begged, adjusting your hips ever so slightly. "I want to feel you more."
"As you wish." He smirked. Before he removes your panties he places soft kissed over the fabric covering your pussy. You stifle a moan, as he continued to tease you against the fabric. When he was done, he remove your underwear with ease.
"You are stunning, absolutely stunning." His hand found its way to your slit. He gently brushed his fingers over your sensitive skin, making your body twitch ever so slightly. "You're so wet for me, already." His tongue slowly and softly dragged around your vagina and clit, the teasing is back on.
"A-Ah!" You quietly moaned, trying to keel your voice down. You moan again when you felt one metal finger enter slowly while his mouth latched to your clit. One of your hands reached down to grip his hair as he began to finger and play with your clitoris.
The pleasure had your curling your toes. You had to bite your lip to hold back from moaning loudly. You didn't feel like waking up the others.
Another finger entered as he started to speed up his motions, his tongue and mouth still on your clitoris.
"That feels so good." You said with an airy tone as he continued to work.
"You taste divine." His breath against your sensitive skin made you your thighs clamp around his head. The pleasure was building up and you felt like your were close to cumming.
"J-James, - oh god!" You kept your voice down but the work he is doing to your clit made it hard to stay quiet. "Fuck-"
James give your clit one last lick before sitting, removing his fingers in the process. He then licked his fingers clean as he stared down at your panting body. He could feel his cock wanting to be free from his boxers so he removed them, letting his large erection out. He watched you squirm as you awaited for his touch again.
"Do you want my dick inside you, doll?"
"Ye-yes please." You begged, wiggling your hips for him. "Please!"
"God your so hot." He leaned back over you, placing a sloppy kiss on your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips. Lining himself up to your entrance he looked to you. "Ready?"
"Yes!" He smiled, and slowly slide his cock inside you. You gasp as you feel him stretch you out, tears stinging your eyes. He stopped once he was fully in, letting you have a moment to get adjusted. "I don't know how I'll keep my voice down."
"Bury your face into my neck, I want to hear you moan my name."
You did what he suggested, you wrapped your arms around his torso while he used his vibranium arm to stay stable and his other arm around your head to keep himself close to you. His body was completely on top of yours.
"You can move now."
James slowly moved his hips away, almost entirely removing his cock from you except the tip before thrusting back in. Your moan was successful smothered by his body. He continued thrust himself inside your pussy, the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.
"O-Oh James- yesyesyes," You mewl. "You feel so good." You heard him let out a husky groan in your ear.
"I love it when you say my name, (Y/N)." He whispered in your ear as he kept his pace. You continue to moan out his name, gripping him tight as his thrust got faster. "Fuck, your so tight."
"Shit- faster!" You begged and he obliged. "You're so good to me Bucky. You-you're perfect." You could feel his thrust starting to gst sloppy as you felt waves of pleasure course through your body.
"Baby you make me crazy." He moaned. You could feel his hand make its way down to your clit, and your body arches against his as he pressed down on the sensitive bud. He practically started pounding your pussy as he moaned in your ear.
"James I'm gonna- I'm so close!" You cry out as the the feeling kept building.
"Do it, cum for me."
It was like everything in your body started shake as the pressure finally snaps in your core. You bury your face into his chest and moan his name as blinding, white hot pleasure filled your being. Your walls tighten around his cock and you feel him start to tense.
His thrusts became harder before he finally released his thick cum inside of you before collapse onto of you, panting. Both of you were sweaty and breathing hard, but neither of you moved. The feeling of his cock inside you, twitching, was extremely hot.
"You're amazing, (Y/N)." He grinned, making you smiled.
"You're the best damn thing in my life, James."
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You woke up naked the next morning, curled up to an equally naked, sleeping Bucky. You smiled, remembering last nights confession and everything after that. You watch him sleep for a moment before deciding to slip out of bed to make everyone breakfast. You throw on the pajamas you wore before hand and quietly leave the room.
You close the door as quietly as and turned around, only to see Frank sitting at the table reading a magazine you had lying around.
"Oh good morning Frank." You smiled and walked past him, hoping he wouldn't notice anything. "I'm gonna make some breakfast for everyone."
"Morning, (Y/N)." He grunted. "Sleep well?"
You almost choked on air, "Yes, I did. How about you?"
"Oh you know, the couch is alright but I am a light sleeper remember? I kept hearing weird noises through the night. " Your face felt on fire as you turned to face him. He wore a smug smirk on his face. "Got something on your neck there."
You rush to grab your phone and look in the camera. Low and behold, hickies were left on your neck. "Shit."
Frank snorted, "So you finally got with your crush, huh?"
"Oh shut it you grump."
"I'm just teasing you. You know I'm happy for you, (Y/N)."
"Thanks, Frank."
Frank decided to help you with breakfast, taking on making bacon and sausage while you attended to making pancakes. And sure enough the rest of the people in the apartment came out.
"They're gonna see them. "
"I know, I am bracing myself for Sam's teasing." You sigh. You go and place the plate pancakes you made on the table while Frank placed the bacon and sausage he made.
"G'morning, doll. I missed ya in the morning." Bucky approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"I wanted you to wake up to some breakfast." You grinned and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
"Did you finally confess your feelings?" You heard Sam. "I gotta get ahold of Tic Tac and Clint they owe- what the hell is on your neck (Y/N), is that what I think it is?" He groaned and sat at the table, everyone taking their spots.
"Hickies are messages on the body that can show ones presence on another-" Zemo spoke but was cut off by Sam.
"I do not want to know, Zemo. Lets just eat."
Breakfast was great. You were surprised Frank got along with the others, though it did take some talking to by Sam to break him out of his shell. You also could have sworn Buck and Frank had a stare down at one point but were both laughing and smiling.
You take hold of Bucks hand that was on the table and give it a light squeeze, smiling at him while he smiled back. Life was pleasant even after these emergency visits.
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sbi headcanons but it's mostly Tommy, Wilbur and Techno
-Wilbur and Techno are twins. Techno is older by five minutes and never fails to mention that when he and Will are arguing. This pisses Wilbur off to the extent where he starts throwing shit.
-"You can't just come in to my room and steal my shit!" "Yes I can I'm older than you." "We're twins!" "You need to learn to respect your elders."
-They're both naturally blonde but got annoyed when people kept mixing them up with the other, so they dyed their hair pink and brown respectively.
-Wilbur is the one that will constantly bully Technoblade, but the moment someone else does it he'll rush in to defend his brother by force.
-That being said, ever fight always ends with Wilbur calling for Techno's help. And Techno always floors a bitch.
-They both did ballet. Techno is the only one that stuck to it though. Wilbur gravitated more to music.
-Wilbur tried so hard to teach Techno to play the guitar but he kept snapping the strings.
-Tommy is adopted. He was only a baby when Phil adopted him and it was a closed adoption so he doesn't remember much about his birth family.
-Sometimes, when he misses them, he'll make up stories about them in his head. His personal favourite is that his mother is an astronaut named Clara that had to go up for a mission and that's the reason she gave him up for adoption, but her ship got stranded in space and now she just floats among the planets.
-He told this to Phil once, when he was only six and made a drawing of Clara the Astronaut. Phil put up on the fridge right next to Wilbur's report card and a flyer for Techno's ballet recital.
-Wilbur was ecstatic when he found out he was getting a younger brother so he could pull the 'I'm older card' on someone for once.
-Technoblade (though he will never, ever admit it, not on his life) was extremely fond of Tommy from the moment Phil brought him home and was often the one actively playing with him all the time.
-The two of them used to play a game they called 'Warriors' where they would wrap sheets around their shoulders, carry around sticks from the backyard like swords and pretend to take down corrupt goverments. It's a special thing, just between them.
-Phil thought that Tommy was a bit young to be taking down corrupt governments.
-"You can never be too young to convert to anarchy, dad"
-Wilbur tried to get in on this game once. He was cast as the evil king they had to kill and it ended with Will covered in mud and dirt. He never asked to play again.
-This game is where Techno is given the nickname 'The Blade' by Tommy. (He had the dopeyest smile on his face while Tommy's back was turned)
-No one else is allowed to call Techno The Blade. Only Tommy. Techno will not respond to it if you do.
-Techno is also the first person Tommy goes to when he needs anything. Especially help with homework. This is because Techno can't say no to Tommy. Ever.
-Of course, Tommy exploits this. Especially when he and Will are arguing.
-There has been many "No please don't tell dad I didn't mean it I didn't mean look hit me back just hit me back" moments
-None of the boys knows what Phil does for a living. The man's life is a mystery to them each time he steps out the door for work.
-Board games are a big thing in the family. They have game night every week. Winner picks what they have for dinner.
-Monopoly isn't that competitive. They don't play it often because Techno wins after ten rounds and Wilbur gives long dramatic speechs about the world of capitalism and the economy. Tommy is always the racecar.
-But pictionary??
-Now that's their shit.
-None of them have any artistic talent (apart from Phil, who can draw dogs pretty well) and it usually results in threats of pencils being stabbed on one's eye and sheets of paper forcefully ripped up and, on Tommy's part, eaten.
-This happens most when Wilbur and Tommy are teamed up together.
-"What the fuck even it that? A headless chicken? Oh! A three legged dog! Uh, uh, a unicorn!" "The answer was chocolate chip cookie, Wilbur you blind fuck."
-For one of Techno's recitals, Wilbur and Tommy made a giant ass sign that said 'DANCE YOU PINK HAIRED FUCKER DANCE' in huge glittery writing.
-the spacing was all off though, like that one John mulaney bit.
-Techno pretended he didn't know them afterwards. The stubborn bastard walked home.
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John Mulaney: From Scratch in Las Vegas, September 4
Once again, spoilers for the show and what will presumably be in the special. This is about his relapse so tread with caution is that will be an issue for you. However, the tone of his struggle is the same one he used in his past specials so if you didn’t have any issues then, I think you’d be ok with this. Of course, use your own best judgement, friends.
The opener was Seaton Smith.
He opened with trying to find the rich people in the crowd but acknowledged that they’d go mwrmwmwrw money isn’t everything so then he started talking about golf and went aha I got ya’ll.
There was a joke about weed being the only Christian drug
He had a bit about when white people are nice, be nervous
He had a bit about there being a black man on the Bachelor and was like America (ABC and Disney+) were not ready for a black man to be fucking a house full of 50 white women. That shit premiered on Tuesday and the Capitol burned on Wednesday.
He also did some crowd work and roasted a couple in the front row for having different answers about kids and she was like I didn’t hear the question and was roasted about how not hearing questions you don’t want to answer is certainly a tactic, often used by drug dealers
He also had a bit about how different child rearing is in Texas versus New York and about how hitting your kids is treated differently, like his dad would have just threatened it whimsically.
Now on to the Main Event!
The first thing he said was “hiiiiiiiiii” exactly in the tone you think he said it in. he followed that up with a little shrug looking adorable and a little bashful
“It’s him! Mr. Problems. Oh Las Vegas, Oh my god” he then talks about how Vegas is a land of vice and a Choice for him to preform in as a recovering addict. He had a sober buddy and 3 bodyguards with him at all times.
“And here’s what happened” December 18, 2020, he gets invited to a friends apartment for dinner AND HE’S TWO HOURS LATE because he stopped, coked out of his mind, at SNL for a haircut because he still had his building access badge and he went to the hair department and they were like, he’ll leave faster if we just do this, and then he stopped at his drug dealers.
He called venmo and cashapp, apps for drug deals and was like what do normal people even use them for. He maxed both out paying for drugs.
He was the best looking person at his intervention. “Coke skinny, new cut” and the 12 people intervening looked like shit. He looked “tears for fears while they all looked jerry garcia” (I hope you know who those musicians are besties).
He immediately yelled “Can I go to the bathroom” to you know, dump his drugs because when you walk into that, you know what it is.
He was not allowed to go (he would be asked if he still needed to pee later and would say “what?”
There were 6 people in NYC and 6 people over zoom in LA because he guesses 6 people couldn’t be bothered to fly in for HIS INTERVENTION
Interventions can go two ways, it can be kind of accusatory and this is how you let us all down, or it can be supportive. Everyone but Nick Kroll got the memo to be supportive.
Nick Kroll went first.
Nick Kroll listed all the ways John was a bad best friend and brother over zoom and John was getting texts during the intervention saying Nick wasn’t supposed to do that and they were all sorry.
Bill Hader went next. he originally wasn’t going to be able to make it so he had recorded a thing but since he was there, he did it live. (He would eventually send the video to John in rehab, which is not what you want on the way to rehab “awesome, more intervention”)
He tried to derail the intervention, “there’s not enough latinx representation” he said he’d go to any rehab except the one they had picked out for him. This was a star-studded affair and he was mad no one was being funny.
Natasha Lyons went next, telling him his life and career is in shambles
So he gets carted off to rehab after this intervention. Don’t let 12 comedians pack your bags for 2 months at rehab. it was bombas socks and iphone chargers.
A little secret about rehab, you’re not allowed to bring drugs in. You remember how he was late? In his pocket on the way to rehab included: a huge amount of pills, 3g of coke (which was 2g by the time he got there, courtesy of a koala station in a gas station bathroom), and $2000 in cash. He had other plans for the weekend. He was admitted for xanax, coke, perocet, and adderall addiction. Say what you will, but he does not do anything half way.
It’s 4am when he’s sent to detox, he’s been awake for 3 days.
He also gives a small lesson on how to get drugs. Find the lowest rated doctors on yelp and webmd reviews and go ask for them, they need all the business they can get. You become like Captain Phillips, I am the doctor now.
Dr. Michael was his shady doctor. He was a first avenue apartment where he would write prescriptions from his kitchenette where his girl Minerva was always asleep. “I didn’t kill my wife Minerva.” But John would ask for his drugs, Dr. Michael would write the script and then ask what he needed it for. Dr. Michael would also make John take his shirt off, always offering a flu shot and going no, shirt all the way off (in case you were wondering how bad this addiction actually was)
The first moral is now you know. The second moral is get vaccinated.
He’s sent to the regular ward the next afternoon and they finally get him to sleep.
He’s sketched out that doctors have last names at this establishment
He asks for drugs such as klonopin and is taken aback a bit when he doesn’t get them. The doctor is like PA state law says no, and so John suggests they go to a CVS in Jersey to get some.
His bestie Pete Davidson starts calling that night. Except Pete changes his number every month and a half so John has him send a selfie and saves the new number under some other random name, at this point in time, Pete is saved as Al Pacino. (We get an Al Pacino impression) John is asleep and his nurse sees Al Pacino trying to call him 5 times and so she wakes him up.
Pete Davidson and John Mulaney did not do drugs together. (The author is lowkey surprised and sad about that, like if Pete was my bestie, we’d make so many poor choices) But Pete was always very supportive of his sobriety.
John needs recognition so badly, in group when they introduced themselves he said “I’m John M.” and no one cared. So he left a tabloid out with the news of his admittance and his face on it in the rec room on the table. The not being someone was “driving him bananas.” When they talked about what they do for a living and he said I’m a a stand up comedian, someone asked if he made a living that way. He said “yeah ask your daughter” (or your son)
One of the things you do at rehab is break up with your drug dealer.
One of his drug dealers only bought drugs to keep John from buying worse off the streets and only got into the game because John kept asking him for drugs and was his only buyer. That guy was originally a painter and John has no idea how they met. John is the only person to turn an innocent man into a drug dealer.
Here he did the Baby J is back baby joke. the Park Theater is one of the biggest stages in the world so he did that joke in one pace across the stage and said the stage is that joke long.
“I am no longer on drugs. It’s very good but also ah---” He’s in a 12 step anonymous group.
“I need attention, clearly.” After a show you think he would be sated, but no.
He wants that attention that the kid who’s grandparent died and showed up to school dressed for the funeral and got to sit in the beanbag chair for reading despite it not being his turn, gets. He went on about being willing to let one of the lesser important grandparents die so he could get attention, for quite a while.
He feels left behind in science, like his C’s and D’s in those classes. All those classes were was putting things on a windowsill for the janitor to throw away. He had a bit about how the fuck people put dinosaurs back together, it’s like getting wayfair furniture without the instructions.
He also things the moon belongs to America. Like we got there first and when other countries say stuff about the moon he’s like mmmmmmm.
He also had a joke about paying to get into college and like, for white people that’s always how it’s been.
The show ended with him going over the highlights of that GQ interview that he was so coked out for that he forgot he did it entirely. He has no memory of it at all. He was just called up that day and asked for an interview and you know how coke is the best drug to receive attention on? He just did whatever he wanted with that attention.
And that was the show.
#John Mulaney#john mulaney: from scratch#spoilers#kid gorgeous#The Comeback Kid#The Top Part#New In Town#show write up
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First and Second 🎧 Masumi Usui
hi hi!! are writing requests open?? if so then i’d like some headcanons for masumi with an s/o who’s izumi’s younger sibling!! if that’s okay!! (the reader can be either male or gender neutral please!!) thank you very much!! also happy fuck tsuzuru friday
did someone say ‘carried away?’ because OH MY GOD i got so carried away with this one, but i’m very proud of it! a lot of the concepts i included are ones very dear to me, and this one made me think of so many silly masumi hcs. i might make another hc list about the massu thoughts i had here but the next request in the inbox is also for masumi, so stay tuned massu fans 🖤
word count: 8625
tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, headcanons + fic, just a little bit of angst, most of this was written at various times between 1-3 am so there’s a few funny hahas in there
summary: Masumi meets the in-laws and Reader makes a new friend. Izumi is delighted at this turn of events.
Izumi’s family visits backstage on the second-to-last night of Charlatan of Oz.
Ms. Tachibana is reserved, but they’re still mother and daughter. No one talks about Yukio. It’s clear to everyone Izumi is the spitting image of her dad as well as what he left behind when he disappeared.
But Ms. Tachibana still breaks into a smile, kisses Izumi on the forehead, and presents her with a bouquet of roses in orange, red and gold like a bright sunset.
(Masumi notes one of the roses, a peach bordering on pink, matches the exact shade of Izumi’s eyes. He’ll have to ask Ms. Tachibana about the species- he has a new goal to save up and buy Izumi 99 roses in the same color.)
The Director introduces her mother first, and Masumi is the first to shake her hand.
“Good evening,” he greeted. Ms. Tachibana is pudgy and warm, and her handshake is firm, but he can feel the beginnings of prominent veins that come with age. “I’m glad you could make it. Did you enjoy our show?”
“It was wonderful,” she said. “You’ve scouted some talented actors, Izumi, not to mention polite. This one respects his elders, unlike some people I know.”
“It was one time, Mom, and I was like three and barely knew what manners were. You can’t blame me for Christmas at Uncle Masahiro’s anymore.”
“What happened on Christmas at Uncle Masahiro’s?” Sakuya asked.
At the same time, Masumi said, “Thank you, Ms. Tachibana. I want to leave a good impression on my future in-laws.”
Yeah, that explained why no one answered Sakuya’s question. Itaru let out a massive “HAH” right next to Chikage’s ear, the latter alarmed but unsure whether to laugh or not.
Tsuzuru went in for the rescue and bowed. “I am so sorry for Masumi’s behavior, I don’t know what got into him. Please forgive him.”
“Oh! So that means you’re Masumi,” Ms. Tachibana said. She elbowed Izumi, whose mouth was pried into a thin, tight-lipped smile, then went to pinch Masumi’s cheeks. He fought the innate urge to shake her off. “Izumi! You didn’t tell me you had such a handsome admirer!”
“That’s a word for it,” Izumi muttered. “Don’t encourage him. Give him even the smallest crumb of hope and he’ll run with it.”
“I love your daughter,” he said. “Can I have your blessing?”
Tsuzuru made a choking noise behind Masumi, but Ms. Tachibana just laughed. “I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. Izumi is way too old for you.”
“I know, but hey,” Izumi whined, suspiciously like American comedian John Mulaney.
“But since you seem like a good boy, I have another kiddo about your age.” She looked over Masumi’s shoulder. “Reader!”
None of the Spring Troupe even noticed them enter the dressing room, save for Citron. They were looking at the prop table as the actor pointed out the cool wizard staves and a half-eaten bag of expired Fritos he found halfway during a show the other day.
Reader cocked their head and approached as Ms. Tachibana beckoned them over. “This is Reader, my youngest. You’ll have better luck with them than you will with Izumi, I can tell you that.”
“But I don’t want anyone else. I want Izumi and nothing could change my love.”
Reader’s mouth formed a big fat O. “Wait, Izu, is this the guy?”
Izumi popped the P in “Yep.”
“Oh,” they said.
Then they giggled. “Oh.”
They gave Masumi a once-over. “Ohhh,” they repeated.
There is nothing in this world that outweighs my love, Masumi thought, but if this kid doesn’t stop staring at me like I’m out of the loop, I’m gonna bash their head in with Citron’s staff.
“Hey, Izu, you tied down a good one,” they said.
“I did not.”
“I better be in the bridal party once you guys pick a date. Hear me out- beach wedding.”
“Reader,” Izumi said calmly. She wore a smile like a customer service worker on the last leg of their shift. “There is no wedding, there is nothing between us, I am single-“ Reader raised their hand to interject- “and I swear on my secret spice blend, if you take that as an opportunity to hook me up with another one of your friends’ siblings- which, by the way, is none of your business and I’m sure your friends know that as well- I’m going to strangle you.”
Reader lowered their hand.
Masumi joined them and held a hand out to Reader. “Thanks for coming to our production. Have we met? It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Masumi, Izumi’s future husband.”
Reader looked Izumi dead in the eye with the biggest shit-eating grin as they shook his hand. “The pleasure’s all mine. Treat my sister well, okay?”
Izumi buried her head in her hands.
Masumi’s on cloud nine after introducing himself to you. After all, you said you were expecting a wedding, right? How could he not be happy about that?
The Tachibanas stay in town for a few days to watch the last showing of Charlatan, then spend some time with the eldest daughter. They don’t say hello backstage, but that is… fine, actually.
He sees you once again that night for dinner at the dorms, though. You mention offhandedly you missed Izumi’s curry, and he relates to that. He’s blessed to have the perfect woman make him a perfect meal every night, and he’s glad someone else in the dorms can appreciate that, even if only on visiting hours.
The grind stops for no one. Well, it stops a little for Spring Troupe as they recuperate after Charlatan closes, but the next day Izumi is back up and at it with Summer Troupe, running through exercises like a woman on a mission.
For Masumi, though, it’s a lazy morning. All his plans today are to wake up at 12 PM (done), make some toaster waffles (done), and smoke Tsuzuru out of the room with his big-ass speakers so he can enjoy some music in peace.
He’s on his way to his room, munching on some cinnamon toast Eggos when he crosses the practice room. It’s his favorite part of the walk. He doesn’t even need to listen specifically to hear dramatic lines, Izumi’s sweet voice, and… math rock?
Lounging beside the door was Reader, a folder perched along your legs as you worked on some homework. Beside you was your phone, connected to you by earbuds in your favorite color.
You were immersed in your homework, but Masumi just had to ask. The song blasting through your earbuds was from an independent band he recently found, and he’d never met anyone else listening to it.
You feel something nudge you and you jump, but you’re relieved when you realize it’s Izumi’s loyal follower. As much as she complains about the guy, he doesn’t seem to be much of a threat to you.
The unfamiliarity is palpable as the conversation starts, but once you hear the band’s name, you’re glowing. You’ve been listening to them since their first EP, and you’ve finally got a willing audience to listen to you and why you love them so much!
You know the discography like the back of your hand, while Masumi’s a new listener, so in a lull in the conversation you skip to a new song and offer an earbud. “Hey, listen to this. Super underrated.”
He takes the earbud and sits down beside you. His arm brushes against your sleeve from close proximity. The song is sparse and dissonant. You said it was one of the most vulnerable, heartfelt pieces the band’s created, and it shows; the vocals are at a whisper and the guitar acoustic as wind effects outweigh the actual melody-
Whatever lovely trance Masumi found himself in, it was broken the second the practice room door slammed open and Kazunari strode out, Summer Troupe in tow. “Hey, it’s Massu and E-Reader! Whatcha doing out here alone?”
“Woaaaaah, look at all those papers, Reader! Were you camping out here or something?”
“I bet they were looking for triangles!”
“Wait, Masumi, were you helping Reader with homework? That’s just like the latest chapter in- eek! Actually, how about I leave now so you don’t have to deal with a third-rate third wheel like me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Muku. Izumi’s inside, so if you were looking for her, you came to the right place. No need to be shy.”
“Shut it, hack, did you even consider that they didn’t want to interrupt practice?”
Leave it to Summer Troupe to instantly kill the mood.
You made small talk with Summer Troupe while Masumi stuck to the sidelines, not interested in the conversation but refusing to leave without the name of that song.
By the time the actors left, you handed Masumi your phone.
Masumi checked the now playing feature on your phone, his mind reading the song title over and over again. Once he got back to his room, he’d do this track justice by listening to it beginning to end with one of his high-end headphones.
“Give me your phone number,” you said. “Please?”
He’s used to random students asking him out of the blue for his number or socials, but never one that seemed as cool as you, or at least as cool as your music taste suggested. “Why?”
You shrugged. “It’s what friends do, isn’t it?”
Hell yeah. Izumi was going to be so proud that her future husband and sibling were friends.
Masumi’s eyes were straight on the phone screen as he made a contact for you, but you couldn’t help but feel a little prideful for getting along so well with one of the most standoffish members of Mankai Company.
You return home, but you make good use of Masumi’s number. Your text threads aren’t much for conversation, but you both send links to music videos to each other.
“check out this band! [link] i saw them live last time they toured and they were amazing afskshsla”
“cool. think youd like this. [link]”
You can’t pinpoint when it started exactly, but over time you and Masumi get comfortable enough to just call each other and talk about whatever. He becomes a steady, reliable friend that never judges you for anything and always chills you out.
You come to more and more of Mankai’s shows with or without Ms. Tachibana, and always show up for two or more of Spring Troupe’s performances.
For Harugaoka Quartet, you decide to drop by backstage on opening night and congratulate everyone-
-but Masumi’s the one that ends up on the receiving end of your bouquet of flowers, all of them big and pale purple.
You say it’s to celebrate nailing the a lead role, but he can’t help but notice Citron doesn’t have a single flower from you.
Both of you spend all your time just talking as everyone decompresses from the play. Even though it’s been a while since you last saw each other, you don’t need to catch up- you guys talk so much, you already know where you’re going to college at, problems and interests, everything.
You leave late when the theater’s about to close for the night and the actors are packing up props.
You hug him goodbye, and he watches and waves you off as you leave. It’s always a bummer to see you go, but your personality always leaves a warmth that he clings onto.
“Ah-hem. Masumi?”
What? Huh? Who was that? Masumi surveyed the room, forgetting where he was. Where was he?
“Boo!”
“Gah!” Masumi recoiled as Citron grasped his shoulders from behind, a mischievous smirk on his face. Masumi’s breath hitched in his throat, but he brushed off the shock with a huff. “Don’t do that. Try it again and I’ll kill you.”
“But I called your name so many times! I was starting to get lonely.”
“Then just walk in front of me or tug on my sleeve like a normal person. Or even better, go bug Tsuzuru instead. What do you want?”
“Director wants us to check the soundboard before she locks the theater. You wouldn’t want to disappoint her, would you?”
Well, of course not. Izumi was the one that dragged Masumi into a new family and a new passion, and he respected her deeply for it, but the reverence he once reserved only for her was dwindling. Maybe he was feeling unwell?
Whatever it was, he nodded, still holding your bouquet close to his chest. They certainly weren’t his first bouquet, and every actor usually got one or two by the end of a production, but they weren’t yours. Yours were his favorite color.
Citron led him into the wings of the stage. The curtains were already drawn and the house lights gleamed through the gaps between fabric and wood.
“Reader gave you those flowers, yes?” Citron asked as they approached the tech booth.
Masumi’s grip on the bouquet tightened on instinct. “They’re mine.”
“Of course! I would never dream of taking them. But have you thought about what you will say to Reader?”
“What?”
“You are a smart boy! You know what I mean. Do what feels right to you, but I think you should say yes.”
“What?” Masumi repeated, even more lost than before.
Citron’s face fell. “Keep your kangaroos! Haven’t you noticed?”
“It’s ‘hold your horses.’ And seriously, what? I have no idea what this conversation’s about.”
“Oh,” Citron said.
Then he glanced at Masumi’s flowers and how he held them so close to his heart and held a hand to his mouth. It did nothing to cover the pitiful smile on his lips.
“Oh,” he repeated.
“If you keep staring at me like I’m out of the loop, I’m going to go to the storage room just to dig up your staff from Charlatan and beat you with it.”
“But you are out of the- do you truly not know?”
“What are you talking about,” Masumi hissed.
“It’s about how-” Citron combed through his long blond hair with his fingers as words escaped him. “Let me be blunt. Are you in love with the Director?”
“She’s the love of my life.”
“Think. Just for a moment. Why do you love her?”
“Everything about her is perfect.”
“I want specifics, Masumi.”
“She is…”
Masumi’s mouth went dry. Of all the times when someone was actually interested in his love life, why did it have to be the one time he couldn’t drum up unconditional love?
Think, Masumi. She was pretty. That was the first thing he noticed about Izumi, and what drew him to her, but he wasn’t so shallow he would fall in love just because of looks. He couldn’t say that.
Her curry? Masumi loved her curry. Sometimes he would wake up and think, Day 482 of eating curry for at least one meal. I haven’t gotten jaundice yet. It was delicious and enough to make Gordon Ramsay cry tears of joy if he were real, but again, not something to fall head over heels over, even if he’d willingly eat it for the rest of his life. He couldn’t say that either.
But Citron was still watching him owlishly, curling a lock of hair through his finger and expecting an answer.
“Izumi was the one that gave me a chance,” he settled on. “She was the first person that taught me how to care for people other than myself.”
“That is very sweet,” Citron said.
But he didn’t say anything else. Masumi wondered if he was unsatisfied.
“She also showed me how to act. I found something to dedicate myself to.”
“Yes, yes, I see that.”
A lull in the conversation. Citron licked his hand and went back to combing.
“Did you just spit in your hair?”
“It breaks down the hairspray.”
“That is disgusting. Just, so gross on so many levels.”
“It’s- how do you say?” Citron asked as though he indeed knew how one would say. “Whatever!”
“So are you done interrogating me now or can we work on the soundboard already- wait.” Masumi looked around. They stopped walking a while ago, but never registered where exactly in the theater he was. “The soundboard’s on stage left.”
Citron ignored him. “Say, Reader is pretty neat.”
“Yeah, they are. They’re great at listening and so easy to talk to. We’re going to go to a small club gig for a progressive indie rock duo I showed them a while ago in a few weeks and I can’t wait to see them again,” Masumi said.
Citron covered his mouth again, this time to hide a laugh. “Very cool, Masumi.”
“Seriously, why are you acting like you know something I don’t?”
“I do.”
“Then tell me already.”
“No, no, I think it’s your realization to have.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m fine, Citron. if you have something to say about me or the people close to me, then just say it instead of being vague. Do you really think- are you braiding your hair?”
“It leaves very nice waves overnight,” Citron said, halfway through a smooth side braid. The spit, unfortunately, must’ve worked.
“Seriously, you dragged me out to skip on a favor for the Director, talk trash about my beloved and my friend, and keep expecting me to know something you’re just refusing to tell me. What’s your point? If you wanted to know about my life, you could’ve just asked instead of this roundabout conversation. I mean, I talk to Reader all the time, I thought you would’ve known already how close we are-“
Masumi shut his mouth. He blinked. Blinked again. Clicked his tongue like he was about to say something else, but no words came out, and he instead decided to purse his lips like he just ate something sour.
And Citron, ever the enabler, paused his braiding just to watch his junior go through a full slideshow of faces.
Masumi spent a long period of time sticking his tongue in his cheek and staring off into the curtains, lost in thought. Citron had half a mind to make some popcorn, but instead enjoyed the silence. Thinking was a good look for Masumi.
“Oh,” Masumi finally said.
“Just ‘oh?’”
“Shut up. This is serious.” Masumi made a very uncharacteristic groan and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m so stupid.”
“Not stupid,” Citron said. “Just inexperienced. You’ll get there in time.”
“But I wasted a whole year. What do I do? I’ve never felt this way before.”
“How a door bull!”
“It is not adorable,” Masumi retorted. He covered his face with the bouquet. Violets, his favorite. Dammit, you even remembered that offhand comment from months ago. You were such a good listener. “I- I don’t know. If the Director wasn’t love, then what does that make Reader?”
“If I may? Attraction gives way to love, but love at fistfight isn’t common. You don’t need to make a decision right away. Time will tell.”
“It’s called l-love at first sight. And I don’t want to wait.”
“There is sweetness in taking it slow. No one will judge you for being uncertain as long as you don’t play with emotions.” Citron ruffled Masumi’s hair, the latter too dazed to protest. “And I doubt you would! You’re very genuine.”
“How do you even know all this stuff?”
“I may have never carried a torch for anyone, but everyone carries a torch for me,” he boasted.
“You’re useless,” Masumi deadpanned, hoping it would hide how his heart felt so small and soft. “I’m leaving. I’m not talking to you about this again.”
As he stalked off, Citron called out, “Good luck with your fart puddles!”
“It’s ‘heart troubles!’ Say that again and you’re dead!”
Masumi in love- maybe? He’s not sure what to call it; what he felt for Izumi was real, but the way he sees you is different. All the bravado he had proclaiming his crush on Izumi goes out the window for you.
He likes you, he can admit that to himself, but it’s something he wants to keep a secret to himself for now. It’s nice. He used to think that love was preformative and grandiose and the bigger, the better, but now it’s soft and subtle with him, and he can’t stop thinking about how he wishes you were here.
(Masumi hates to admit it, but maybe Itaru was onto something when he said the best kind of love was unrequited.)
He places your violets on his desk right where the sun hits and asks Tsumugi how to preserve them as long as possible. He checks on them every morning and evening without fail, and can’t help but think of how light he felt when you gave them to him.
Only a day has passed, but he misses you. He scans the audience for you, and when he can’t find you he busies himself with tidying up backstage after the play and hoping you’d come by again.
It’s natural you wouldn’t go to each and every performance. You were busy, and Mankai productions usually lasted a week or more. It’s understandable. But even though he gets it, he’s still the first to enter the theater and last to leave on performance days, and as much as he tries to hide his disappointment, he notices Citron give him sympathetic looks every time his hopes of seeing you again are dashed.
Three days into the week Masumi gets a text from you, wishing him a broken leg tonight. That must mean you’re watching tonight, right? He has to prepare something for you, and he’s excited.
Sure enough, look at seat 4-27 and there you are.
Masumi sees you from behind the curtain ten minutes before showtime. Nervous energy rushes to his head, but a Spring Troupe pre-show huddle steels his nerves and he gives a performance of a lifetime, definitely his best run of the play yet as he’s fully immersed in the world of Harugaoka.
The focus ebbs once he sees you in the audience during the curtain call. He’s a bundle of nerves as Spring Troupe returns backstage, but when he sees you smile and congratulate him again, it all melts away.
There’s no way he doesn’t like you. You’re infectious. He finds himself laughing with you far more than anyone else, and he trusts you beyond words.
You shrugged on your jacket as you got ready to leave again, but Masumi tugged on your arm. “Hey. Before you go.”
“Huh? What’s up-” You turned to face him and caught a big whiff of lavender. Masumi clutched a small bundle of flowers, tall licks of purple buds tied with a twine bow.
“It’s for you.” He scratched his neck with his free hand. “For the flowers last time. Thank you.”
“Oh! No no no, thank you. They smell wonderful.”
“Yeah. I need to tell you something important.” Even just saying that made Masumi’s inner voice recoil and cringe. What a childish way to go about it.
But you perked up, scanned the room, and waved your hand to your sister. “Izu! I’m borrowing Masumi!” You shouted.
Izumi shouted back, “Have him home by midnight!”
“Done deal!” You grabbed Masumi’s hand. “Hey, let’s go outside.”
“Okay,” he said, eyes boring holes into your intertwined hands. Your hand was so soft, and the fingers fit between his knuckles like puzzle pieces. He must’ve been distracted- how else would he explain not remembering the walk at all?
You dragged him to an ice cream parlor a block down from the theater, grabbed one cone for you and a cup for Masumi (“My treat,” you insisted even as Masumi opened his wallet), and plopped yourself across from him in a corner table for two.
“So.” You licked your ice cream. “What’s going on?”
Masumi dug his spoon into his Dutch Chocolate. “I don’t like Izumi anymore.” You hummed and nodded in acknowledgement, and a quiet urge for him to continue. “It’s hard to explain. She was the first person to make me feel like that.” He paused to sink his teeth into a spoonful. “But it was a lot. It didn’t feel real in hindsight.”
You hummed again, this time while swallowing. “I get that. Feelings come and go.”
“I think I was projecting.”
“Mhm?”
“I got so caught up in someone caring about me for the first time that I thought there was no other explanation but love.” Right. You knew about Masumi’s life and the loneliness that came with it, but it still stung to know he was still grappling with the past. “So I just acted like what everyone says love is. I don’t think it was love. A crush, maybe, but not love.” Not love like this. Not like how you’re the only person I could be truly vulnerable around.
He swallowed a spoonful of his ice cream. His cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk as he ate. “So yeah,” he said dismissively, like it wasn’t a huge weight off his chest.
You licked a drop of melting ice cream off your cone, and lowered it to give your best friend your full attention. “Can I be real for a second? That’s great to hear. Changing feelings means you’re growing.”
“You say that like I grew an inch taller,” he quipped.
“It’s still important, though. You learn something new about yourself after every failed relationship or crush, so I’ve heard. Makes you mature or something.”
“So you’re not mad?”
Your face fell. “What? Of course not, why would I be mad?”
“It was your sister. I didn’t want to hurt her.”
“Ohhh.” You relaxed. “She’s tough, and she gets business relationships. I’m sure she’ll get over it.”
“I hope so.”
Masumi’s spoon scraped against the wall of his cup. You weaved a sprig of lavender behind your ear.
“Got any other suitors on the horizon?” You joked.
You. I feel for you. I missed you. I want to be here with you. I wish I could tell you how I feel.
Masumi suddenly stilled. He could tell you how he felt.
After all, you’re alone in an ice cream parlor together. He gave you flowers. He trusted you. You listened to him. The stalk of lavender brushed against your hair and pointed to your eyes, tender and attentive, and the scent was coaxing him to get closer. I want to tell you how I feel.
Citron saw the signs before Masumi himself could, and told him to say yes, yes, yes. He must’ve seen it realistically working out. And you could never look down on him, you were too kind and considerate. Every bone in his body said yes, yes, yes.
“No,” Masumi said. “I’m enjoying the single life.”
“You sound like a regular bachelor,” you teased.
Don’t rock the boat. Don’t ask for more than you deserve.
Masumi shoved his heart into a bottle and let it lie there as he took the safe route.
Masumi led you out of the parlor and into the night streets together. When you were talking about a new movie you saw the other day, you went to grab his hand, and his fingers laced between yours. He escorted you to the train station, made sure you knew your route, and left after the train did, just like a true gentleman.
Then he walked home alone. He knew Veludo Way like the back of his hand, and passed by the bright signs and neon lights. His headphones canceled out the noise of street acts and the lively city as he continued back to the Mankai dorms, but no song played.
He stepped through the doors at 11:43, and Izumi welcomed him back and thanked him for being on time. Tsuzuru was halfway through a bowl of tomato basil soup Masumi could’ve sworn was labeled “taichi’s - DO NOT STEAL!!” and wondered aloud where he was. Citron asked how it went.
The youngest of Spring answered them all with a simple hand wave and “It’s fine,” and didn’t stop walking until he got to his room.
He closed the door, but didn’t flick the light on. He stood there in the dark, headphones blocking out the world for a moment, moonlight shining through the blinds and on the floor.
Masumi buried his face in his hands.
Masumi Usui does not cry. It’s not an issue of vulnerability, but just a part of him. He didn’t cry when his parents ignored him growing up. He didn’t cry when they announced their divorce, or finalized it, or during any of the arguments that led up to it. And though it stung and burned and felt like a paper ripped apart, he didn’t cry as he anticipated his flight from his found family in Mankai to America, not even when all the actors, his grandmother, and one hellbent director came to his rescue at the very last minute.
But something about laying here in his bed like a dead fish, hiding from the world underneath a blanket and squinting as he anticipated tears that would not come, only made it more miserable.
The light turned on, piercing through his barrier of blankets and searing his retinas, and he quietly sucked in air like a hiss.
“Masumi?” That must be Tsuzuru. His sneakers squeaked against the floorboards as the door closed.
Masumi grunted from the pile of blankets.
“Are you okay?” Tsuzuru asked. As the silence stretched on, he added, “Citron wanted me to make sure.”
“Citron can mind his own damn business.”
“You know as well as I do he’s trying to look out for you.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He rolled over and pressed his nose down into his pillow. “Do you ever just have something you want in your grasp but every time you try and make a move for them you always wuss out and it never goes anywhere?”
Ohhh, it’s that kind of conversation. Tsuzuru pursed his lips. This was sounding an awful lot like the impromptu intervention he and Spring Troupe held when his heart broke just before Romeo and Julius, and he had half a mind to fetch Sakuya, but it was late and Masumi definitely didn’t need to be alone right now.
And, well, geez. Masumi just said more in one breath than he did in full conversations. Tsuzuru couldn’t just leave him without feeling like a monster, even if he had good intentions,
Tsuzuru climbed the ladder to his bed, and sat against the wall, not quite next to Masumi but not at the far end of the room, either. “All the time, actually. It’s a common feeling.”
“It still sucks.”
“Yeah, it does.”
The pile of blankets rose and fell in time with Masumi’s silent breathing. Tsuzuru distracted himself with a pen he found in his pocket. He clicked it once, twice, and three times to expose the nib.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.
“No.”
Even with seven younger brothers, comforting never got easier. Tsuzuru dragged the pen along his wrist, leaving a spotty black line along his veins. The line made hard turns and corners as Tsuzuru doodled, and formed a geometric pattern. The blanket monster steadied its breath. “I mean, not about it. But talking is okay.”
“Okay. I can get that.” The ink lulled as Tsuzuru thought up a story, anything to take the pressure off Masumi. “I wasn’t lying when I said it’s a common feeling. It happens to people all the time. When I was your age, I had the opportunity all throughout my school career to join a drama club, but I never got around to it.”
“You’re only two years older than me,” Masumi grumbled.
“It still counts! The point is, I always had a reason not to join every time I really considered auditioning, but they weren’t actual dealbreakers. I could’ve made the time to go to rehearsals and balance it with the rest of my life, but I never did, and I knew my excuses were bull even when I was still in school. I’m grateful I found my place with Mankai Company, but I still wonder how different I would’ve been if I just joined the club.”
The room was eerily quiet. Masumi wasn’t protesting, so Tsuzuru assumed he was on the correct route. “But I’m still here, right? I can’t imagine myself acting anywhere else, so I like to think that the stage is where I’m supposed to be, even if I didn’t get a head start with club activities. I regret avoiding the club, sure, but if I had the choice to start over and audition while I was still in school, I don’t think I would take it.
“Even when you hesitate, you learn something new about yourself, or the world around you. I think avoiding theatre for so long only cemented how much I wanted it in my future, and in the long run? I’m still an actor. And I’m still a scriptwriter. I might’ve chickened out, sure, but my regret is one of the reasons why I’m so determined to help Mankai bloom.”
The blankets grunted in acknowledgement, and parted to reveal Masumi’s head, still face-down in his pillow. He held them close to his body like a security measure. “But I feel helpless.”
“But you’re still in control of yourself, aren’t you? You get to decide what to do.” The bedding around Tsuzuru crinkled as he stretched out. “I don’t know your situation, but whatever you decide on, it’ll still teach you something about yourself, and let you improve yourself.”
“I guess.” Masumi rolled over and clasped his hands over his face. “Reader is just- they’re not perfect, but they’re perfect for me. I feel so comfortable around them. So why can’t I just be honest with them?”
“Wait, hold on.” Tsuzuru, who spent the last few minutes staring at the wall as he talked or drawing on his arm, snapped to look at his roommate. His face colored underneath the cracks of his fingers. “I’m going to be frank. Are you trying to ask Reader out?”
Masumi shot up like a cobra. His hair was disheveled and his blush still apparent, but he looked at Tsuzuru like he casually suggested they should eat a baby, or that a clothing line made of sandpaper was a good idea. “You trying to take them away from me, Minagi?”
“What? No! No way!” Tsuzuru smacked his hands over Masumi’s shoulders. “Everything I just said was important and good advice, but trust me this time. Ignore everything I just said and ask them out. I promise it’s going to work out.”
Masumi gave him a once-over. “You are the last person I want to hear love advice from.”
“Promise on my life. Actually, scratch that, I promise on my laptop and all my backup data. It’ll work out, I swear.”
“Why?”
Tsuzuru stared at the ceiling. “Uhh… It’s not my place to say. But it’s fine. It’ll all be fine. I’ve got your back.” He ruffled Masumi’s hair.
“Try that again and I’ll spoon your eyeballs out.” Masumi said this darkly, but he didn’t move to shake Tsuzuru off, and when his roommate climbed back down the ladder to finish Taichi’s soup, he wrapped the biggest of the blankets back around his shoulders. It enveloped him in down as he struggled to shake off the way his heart was still fluttering.
He had a lot to think about.
Something about that night in the ice cream parlor awakened something in Masumi. Ever since his crush first sprouted, he wanted you to be happy, and that wish never changed.
But he wants to be true to himself, and regarding that, true to you. You were a welcome interruption to the life of acting he was getting used to. He found himself checking your text history together, theorizing your next visit to Veludo Way despite you never uttering a word.
The feeling is strange now. He misses you, and the time you spend together is treasured, but he worries he’s growing too attached to you, like when he was head over heels for Izumi.
It’s because of this that he really decides that he needs to tell you how he feels. Not over-the-top or superfluous like how he handled it with Izumi- he does this on his own terms or not at all.
But there’s still a fear. Not about whether you’ll reciprocate- he’d love to date you but at this point it’s more about being honest to you than being your boyfriend, though he really wouldn’t complain with the latter- but he’s afraid of losing control of himself. He doesn’t want to treat you as a second Izumi.
After all, you’re his dear Reader. Not Izumi. He cherishes everything that makes you unique, and you deserve to be treated as no one else but yourself.
A night at the theater passes. Backstage, Masumi checks his phone in case you decide to come, and doesn’t notice Citron poking his head through the curtain and searching for you.
“Have you decided what to do?” Tsuzuru casually asked one night as the troupe was striking the set, and he and Masumi were carrying a box of props.
“Piss off. It’s none of…” He trailed off as he remembered their conversation the other night. Tsuzuru looked unfazed. “Sorry. Yeah. I’ll do it after closing night.”
Tsuzuru walks off, seemingly satisfied. It wasn’t really a lie, but his plans were far off in the future, and not in two days like the scriptwriter assumed. He couldn’t afford mixing two of the most important things in his life like that.
Saturday, the night before Harugaoka Quartet’s final performance. Masumi was already tucked into bed and checking his Reddit feed for the last time before he fell asleep when his phone vibrated with a text from one of the few people that could override his phone’s Do Not Disturb mode.
“break a leg tomorrow! clear your schedule after the play, i’m kidnapping you for the night”
Whatever drowsiness Masumi was feeling dies in a single shot as he snaps to attention. He’s already typing out a response when he sees the three dots appear on your end of the text app.
“i have something to talk to you abt tomorrow”
And before he can even think of a response to that one-
“FKJFKLAD it isn’t as intense as whatever you’re thinking”
“don’t worry about it”
“it’s not important”
The dots appear again, but it takes more time for Reader to respond this time. “you know how i got an apartment in veludo for yosei uni next term? i’ll show you around my place”
That seems to be the end of Reader’s multitext, and Masumi can’t help but smile as he responds. “k. ill let you know when im free.”
Closing night is a whirlwind, and by the time you pick Masumi up, his adrenaline has died down but the nervous excitement from a show still remains, or maybe that’s just the effect you have on him these days.
But the point is, it’s probably why he was so direct.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” Masumi asked.
The neon lights outside rolled along slowly. It was getting late, but traffic was just starting to let up and keep the car’s momentum going. Saturated magenta from a late-night pub sign across the street flashed across the steering wheel and your knuckles.
Green colored your eyes, and the car sped up as you left the block.
“I didn’t expect you to remember that,” you observed.
“You mentioned it.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think it would be memorable.”
“It was you. You literally texted me that directly.”
“I’m not exactly the most memorable person.”
“Well, I remembered,” Masumi said with an air of finality.
You didn’t respond as the car followed a curve on the road, and he took the victory in stride. Then he realized how desperate he sounded. He looked out the window, watching the orange construction reflectors by the side of the road bounce light into the car and onto his embarrassed face in the glass.
That managed to shut him up for not even half a minute. “Seriously. What were you going to say?”
In the time it took for him to recover, you were already pulling into a parking lot. “Lemme show you my apartment first. I’ll get you some snacks and then I’ll explain, alright?”
“Alright,” he said.
But on the elevator, he continued. “You’re acting weird, though.”
“Ouch. I’m almost offended.” You grabbed his hand and led him down the hall as you deadpanned. “I guess you’re right, as much as I hate to admit it.”
“Are you okay?”
“I guess? It’s more of an ‘us’ thing?”
You stuck a key into your door. It swung open, an invitation into your abode. “That’s not exactly confidence-inspiring.”
“Who said I was confident?” The door opened, and you welcomed Masumi into the kitchen. “I’ll get you some hot Cheetos. I got the ones with lime.”
You turned the corner and ducked into a nondescript room. The actor might not know the layout of your apartment, but he was pretty certain that wasn’t your pantry.
Well, at least your apartment was cool. Like every student’s first time living alone, the hallways outside were dingy and the wall damage was unfortunate, but you already started decorating, and traces of you were left around the open area between the kitchen and the living room- a CD here, your chapstick there. A flowery scent permeated the air.
He scanned through your kitchen, from the refrigerator whiteboard reminders to the reusable cups in the drying rack, but his survey was cut short. In the corner of the kitchen counter was the lavender he gave you, poking out of a small glass cup tied with the twine he attached to the original bouquet.
The flowers hadn’t lost their color yet, and the stems stood strong, insisting they would last longer. No wonder why your apartment smelled so nice.
“Isn’t it crazy they’re still alive? I’m not much of a green thumb, so I’m surprised how hardy they are.” Masumi jumped at your voice. You had quietly entered the kitchen and spoke up without him noticing, then opened the door to the pantry and brought out two bags of chips. “Here. I might just be thinking of Autumn’s plays, but I’ve heard acting burns a surprising amount of calories.”
“Thanks.” He took a seat across the counter and in a living space with an L-shaped couch. “Nice place.”
You finally looked at Masumi directly, and brushed a stray lock of hair out of your face. “Oh. Thank you. I’ve been working on making it presentable for a few weeks now.”
“It suits you. You did a good job.”
“Thanks.”
“Are you stalling?”
“Just my luck you’d figure it out. Yeah, I am.” You ripped open a bag of Doritos and slumped over the couch. You were right next to Masumi, your arm against his while your head lounged on his shoulder.
“You know you can tell me anything.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s one of those things that’s hard for me to admit to myself, though.” You shut your eyes, as though it would make it any easier. Masumi felt like he was going crazy. You begun to speak, slowly and erratically as you pieced the words together like a puzzle. “Do you think something’s changed between us?”
Masumi’s heart sunk. “What?”
“It’s weird. I don’t know how to describe it, but I feel like we aren’t really just friends, you know?”
“Oh.” He stared into his bag of chips, focused on the folds of cellophane and the dark corners, anything to avoid looking at you. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop talking to you if you want.”
“What? No! That’s not what I meant at all!” You pressed a hand to your head. “Oh, I really messed that one up. I mean, you’re very close to me. I wouldn’t ruin that for the world. I just don’t think ‘friends’ is the word to call us anymore.”
“So we’re more than friends?”
“Yeah. More than friends.”
Masumi nodded with understanding and crunched on a Cheeto. “So we’re best friends.”
“Oh, come on, Masumi,” you groaned and wrapped a hand around Masumi’s cheek. “You’re smart. I think you can figure out what I’m trying to say.”
The actor felt like he was drowning. You were no stranger to casual touching among your friends like Masumi, but even this was pushing it. How was he supposed to keep a cool head while his cheeks were growing warm and here was no way you wouldn’t notice-
Then it all clicked together.
“Reader,” Masumi said. “Do you like me?”
You tensed.
“Because I like you,” he said.
The room was so still.
“A lot, actually.”
Now or never.
“It was hard figuring out everything, and I don’t want to cause any trouble for you, but you should know. I think the world of you and it felt wrong to ignore that, but I don’t want you to think I’m saying this for something in return. I just wanted you to know.”
The words spilled out of his mouth, but he couldn’t find the urge to regret any of it. Everything was true.
“You don’t have to say it back, though. I’m fine where we are, and if you think that’s weird or want to stop being friends, then…” He trailed off. “Then that’s okay.”
“But it’s not,” you said. “It’s not okay. I mean- I feel the same.”
“You like me?’
“You gonna make me say it twice?” Your head lolled further and you looked up at Masumi. As red as he was with your hand along his jawline, you were sure you were even redder. “Yeah. I do.”
“You mean that?”
You drew him forward and kissed him.
You were too caught up in the moment to remember that you’ve never really kissed anyone before, not like this, and the inexperience must be mutual, but Masumi’s hands were on you, feeling your hair and running down your neck and against your chest, and his breath hitched when you pulled him to pin you down, and you relished in it, utterly spellbound.
Your lips slid off his, and rested against his cheek, out of breath but not quite ready to part. “I mean it,” you whispered. “I- I like you too…”
Masumi’s voice was muffled as he rested on your shoulder. “You kissed me but you’re shy about saying that?”
“Oh my god, shut up.”
To his credit, he did. He dove back into your arms, taking the initiative this time, and whatever protests you had died on your lips while your thoughts were only Usui, Usui, Usui.
❖ bonus ❖
“I should probably hang up soon,” you said. “I’m going to the gig soon.”
You laced up your concert boots (well-worn and well-loved, and steel-toed to protect your feet from moshers and dancers), your phone pinned between your ear and shoulder as your sister talked over the phone. “Riiiight. I forgot you were going to a concert-“
“It’s not a concert, Izu,” you shot back. “Concerts are stadium-sized events. This one is just at a small bar venue, so it’s a gig.”
“Same thing. I think he already told you, but Masumi’s on the way to your apartment.”
“I heard. I’ve got a date.”
“Since when did you get a date? Did you tell Masumi?” Izumi sounded worried. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of you and I want to know everything when you get the chance, but I thought it was just going to be the two of you.”
“Yep, just the two of us.”
“But what about your date? Are you meeting them at the venue? That’s not exactly romantic, or considerate- HHOOOUUUGGGHHH.” Izumi gasped.
“Wow, you sound like a broken air mattress.”
“Reader,” Izumi squeaked, holding onto her breath. “Are you dating Masumi?”
You held the phone away from your ear, fully expecting the loudest noise you’d ever hear on the other end of the line. “Uh, yeah?”
…
……
………
Oh. That was disappointing.
You brought the phone back to your ear as Izumi continued, not at all shocked but relieved. “Oh, that’s good. Congratulations! It’s been a long time coming.”
“Thanks. I’m really glad you- wait, what do you mean, ‘long time coming?’”
“You haven’t noticed yet? Almost everyone in Mankai saw it coming.”
You stood to your full height just to glare at a wall. “Seriously? That is so immature.”
“You would too, don’t even lie. If you keep trying to set me up with people, then I reserve the right to tease you over your relationships. I so called it.”
“You are ridiculous. I hate you and I’m going to cut up all your stupid striped T-shirts. How did you even figure it out?”
“You’re kidding me. How do you not?” Izumi laughed. “The second Masumi stopped following me around on his free days, I figured something was up. He’s not very good at hiding his feelings.”
“No, he isn’t! I had to egg him on so he would confess before me.”
“Wait, what? What happened?”
You recounted the beginning of your relationship, without all the raunchy details, and realized Izumi was quietly echoing everything you said. “Are you writing things down?”
“I have a duty to know. There’s a massive betting pool on you two.”
“See?! Ridiculous! That’s so obnoxious!”
“Don’t worry, it’s a community pot. You said he confessed first, so that’s some points for just about everyone in Winter Troupe, Sakyo, Kazunari and Sakuya.”
“Even Sakuya’s in on this?”
“Spring wants to see their boy winning,” Izumi said matter-of-factly. “Hey, did you offer him any Takis? Chikage was certain you’d offer him Takis right before you became an item.”
“Nope, Cheetos. The hot lime kind.”
“They’re basically the same thing.”
“No, they aren’t. He says Takis are too spicy.”
“But the hot lime Cheetos are spicier than Takis.”
“No, they aren’t.”
“I’ll just say they were Takis. If Chikage got that one right, Itaru has to pay him in gift cards from his whaling stash, and I’m kind of miffed at him for eating a whole jar of guacamole in one night.”
“In one night? But he’s built like a curtain rod, how can he physically do that? Better question, what’s Chikage going to do with a bunch of iTunes cards?”
“I heard he was going to get Minecraft, but if you ask me, I think it’s about the principle of the matter.”
“It has to be. Pocket Edition sucks.”
A knock on the door interrupted your conversation. “Speak of the devil, he’s here. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Noooo, Reader! I need to know if there was a love letter involved! My salary versus Homare’s pocket change is at stake here!”
“It can wait until tomorrow!” You abandoned the phone on the counter and opened the door. “Hey, babe.” He pecked you on the cheek in greeting.
Meanwhile, Izumi was still yelling on the phone. “Is that Masumi? Give him the phone, I need to do a shovel talk.”
You hung up without a care in the world, and turned to your boyfriend. “Sorry about that, Izu called. Did you know Mankai has a betting ring about us?”
He sniffed. “I overheard Tenma talking about it the other day. I thought it was a joke.”
“You thought wrong. Itaru’s in for a world of pain.” You locked the door behind you, adjusted your T-shirt, and brushed Masumi’s knuckles with your own. “Ready to go?”
“Always.” He held your hand as you began to walk together. 🎧
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talk to us about the john mulaney thing pls, absolutely go wild!
ok. warning this might be a bit all over the place i just got back from a family party and i’m a bit tired.
i think it’s important for all of us to understand that john mulaney is a grown man who shouldn’t feel pressure to make decisions to please people. we cannot dictate and we should not dictate how he lives. we can express our opinions on the situation like i’m about to do, but there is so much going on that we don’t see and it isn’t fair to act like i do. this is just how i feel about the information made public and my personal morals. if more information comes out, i’m always open to changing my opinion.
my opinions on this is all over the place. to start with, i think the biggest victim in all of this is the baby. there are other victims in this situation, but none of them even close to what the baby goes through. that’s because everyone else being victimized are adults who chose to be where they are. this baby didn’t ask to be put in a situation like this.
i’ll admit from the get go that because of personal issues and my own problems, i may get a bit too angry about situations like this. a child is such an innocent thing who never ever chose to be put where they were. they shouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of a situation that never chose to be in. and being in a household with parents like john and nicole (?) is not going to be healthy.
john just got out of rehab after a huge relapse. do you know how delicate a person is at that time in your life? it is a period where you need to be alone and care for yourself. it is extremely difficult to heal from addiction after a relapse and deal with a newborn baby. which is a very very stressful situation. stressful situations tend to lead to relapses. it’s normal to relapse. it’s normal to relapse a lot. in fact, if you don’t relapse you’re probably doing something wrong. it’s unfair to both john and his child that he won’t have the room to relapse. that’s a lot of pressure. which, once again, stress heightens the risk of relapse.
i do feel bad for anna as well. i consider her a victim. the problem is that i feel there is probably so much going on behind the scenes between the two of them that we don’t know that i don’t feel comfortable or confident enough to fully state my opinion. as far as i know, i really do think she’s a victim to the situation as well. but we don’t know about their situation as much (and it’s not our place to know it). i mostly just have sympathy for her.
i feel really not the best about nicole. i’m biased once again because of my own issues. also i had never heard of her before this when i was very familiar and a big fan of john before this. so that alone makes me already not like her as much. but i just get seriously bad vibes that the second he got out of rehab and a divorce, she pounced on him and got pregnant with him. once again as i keep stating, it’s possible there is a lot between them that we don’t know about. but with the knowledge made public, i think it’s really manipulative and shitty for a person to take advantage of an obviously very fragile guy
i don’t want this to seem like none of the blame should be put on john. his addiction is an explanation, not an excuse. he isn’t a baby. he’s a man fully capable of making his own choices that landed him in this situation which is not a great one. addiction to anything changes a person internally. a lot. but it doesn’t change knowing right from wrong.
i do think the most evil character in the situation is drugs and addiction. i think a lot of what happened here is due to being victims of circumstance. but that does not excuse fully aware adults bringing an innocent child who didn’t ask to be here in a toxic situation. who knows? maybe they end up being great parents. i doubt that immensely, but that’s not my place to determine.
i just get very upset that an innocent child was put in the mix of this. i wouldn’t be nearly as upset if there wasn’t a baby. because then it’s just drama between. adults. but this is a human being that did nothing wrong. and in my opinion, it is incredibly irresponsible to do this to an innocent child. put their emotional and mental health at risk for shit that the parents are dealing with. that’s what just gets me the most. that a child was brought into the mix. it’s such a toxic environment from the get go. it’s something we know from the limited information we have. a child doesn’t choose to be born, the parents do. the parents also have the responsibility to bring this child into a mentally and emotionally healthy situation that can allow a child to flourish. and i don’t think their baby is getting that.
i’m sorry if this is all over the place and a bit messy i’m tired. but i just want to say it another time. it’s not our place to say what john does with his life. he is a grown man who can make his own decisions. i know for a fact there is so much information that we don’t know and he doesn’t owe this information to us. i’ve expressed my opinion. i think the child is the biggest victim out of all of it. addiction is the catalyst to a lot of the issues. these are adults who are fully capable of making decisions that are making decisions that i personally think aren’t okay. i think it is unfair to put a child in an environment with someone who is freshly recovering after a relapse. that’s not fair to either of them. that’s how i feel. that does not make it a fact. that doesn’t mean i should dictate how john lives his life because frankly my opinion shouldn’t matter to him. he’s a grown man who doesn’t need to be babied. he’s allowed to do whatever he wants. we can have our opinions, but it’s not our place to shame him for his actions.
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Davenport Does Standup
Inspired by John Mulaney’s Horse in a hospital and ‘Completely and Entirely Fool Proof Job Application’ by Weevilo707 on Ao3
There’s a boy loose on the moonbase! I think eventually everything’s going to be okay, but I have no idea what’s going to happen next. And neither do any of you, and neither does the Director, because there’s a boy loose on the moon.
It’s never happened before, no one knows what the boy is going to do next, least of all the boy. He’s never been on a moon before, he’s never been inoculated, he’s as confused as you are. There’s no experts.
They try to find experts on the news. They’re like, “We’re joined now by a man that once saw a dog jump off the edge of the moon.” Get out of here with that shit! We’ve all seen a dog jump off the moon.
This is a boy loose on the moonbase.
When a boy is loose on the moon, you got to stay updated. So all day long you walk around, “What’d the boy do?” The updates, they’re not always bad. Sometimes they’re just odd. It’ll be like, “The boy used the cannon pods?” I didn’t know he knew how to do that.
The creepiest days are when you don’t hear from the boy at all.
You’re down on the quad like, “Hey, has anyone…Has anyone heard–” [imitates vent crawling noises] Those are those quiet days when people are like, “It looks like the boy has finally left the moon.” And then ten seconds later the boy is like, “I’m gonna run from the orcish woman and shoot her with my crossbow. I’ve got lots of weapons and I can run super fast, I’m a BOY!”
That’s what I thought you’d say, you little boy.
And then… then… then you go to brunch with people and they’re like, “There shouldn’t be a boy on the moon” And it’s like, “We’re well past that.”
Then other people are like, “If there’s gonna be a boy on the moon, I’m going to sneak into the director’s chambers and look at the [voidfish crackling noises].” And those don’t match up AT ALL.
And then, for a second, it seemed like maybe we could survive the boy, and then, 5,000 miles away, Taako was like “I have the Gaia Sash, and we need to talk to the director”
And before we could say anything, the boy was like, “I’m in the voidfish room and if you don’t tell me what this is right now I’m gonna drink it! I’m the world’s greatest detective!”
Then TAAKO was like “You think you’re fucking crazy, I’m a fucking mongoose. A red robe just saved our lives and I want some fucking answers. I’m fucking crazy!”
And the Director and I are like “Okay, okay. Okay. OKAY.” Like poor Andy Cohen at those goddamn reunions.
“Okay, Okay.”
And then for a second, we were like “Maybe Johann will catch the boy” And then Johann was like “The boy drank from the tank and also got me stuck in the vents.”
He did what? That shouldn’t be allowed no matter who the boy is!
I don’t remember this from pilot’s school.
#not ml#the whole time the words actually coming out of his mouth are mostly just “Davenport but there are subtitles don’t worry#the adventure zone#taz balance#taz angus#angus mcdonald#“I’m the world’s greatest detective! chugs
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TW: DEATH + ALCOHOL + STRAVING(???) MENTION
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angst scenario: you die
(and god damn did i not pour my heart into this - and i never ever write angst)
bakugou: i feel like he wouldn’t leave his apartment/house for awhile after the funeral like he would take time off of work just to wallow in himself and grieve; he’d be broken bc come on reader was probably the one person to get through him
kirishima: he’s the same as bakugou except that once he starts going out again and doing hero work he doesn’t smile as much because reader was probably the best thing to happen to him / the light of his life; everyone is concerned but they know that they can’t really fix that
sero: he’s broken and he grieves a lot but he learned on how to keep it to himself and just grieve when he’s alone; he still has his signature smile it’s just not as present anymore
denki: i read a fic where it had denki become an alcoholic after his reader died and i think something similar would happen; like he’d probably be on haitus for awhile until he gets his stuff together and he would be the one to talk to his reader as if they’re still there
iida: he’d act like nothing had happen until he just breaks down one day and that could be possibly when he’s on patrol, in a battle, or just walking by a shop the reader liked
todoroki: i feel like he’s similar to iida like he knows reader is dead and he has to grieve and eventually get past this but he knows that that is impossible so he just spends his time at home crying until fuyumi or his mom checks up on him and makes him eat (which he only does if a picture of us the reader is nearby)
izuku: he’s like the worst; constantly crying and trying not to cry when he’s in front of other people like his crying got so bad that he started to throw up and losing weight because of how bad he was grieving
dabi / shigaraki: i feel like they’d have similar reactions like they would bottle that shit up and never let it out like that john mulaney meme
bakugou somehow becomes even more ruthless if thats possible. his managers have to force him to take time off because hes nearly killing the villains he fights because hes so mad and distraught that he has to live without you now. no one has ever seen him like this, not even the bakusquad or izuku, and it gets really scary especially for the citizens who look up to him
kirishima is no longer the man people think of when they hear his hero name. he isnt smiling anymore, and he does everything with an air of sadness around him that is really worrying. he takes time to visit your grave so often that his fans also start to visit and leave little things like pennies and flowers and kiri cries when he sees them the next time he visits
sero, on the outside, doesnt change all that much. hes still acting relatively normal, but those close to him can tell that his usual pep in his step is missing and while hes smiling, it doesnt quite reach his eyes. he comes home sometimes expecting you to be there to greet him only to remember that you arent there anymore.
denki is in denial for a long time after it happens. sometimes he talks to himself as though it was you listening, and has a near breakdown when he comes back to reality. his fans see his slowly slipping mental state and send him care packages and letters, but they do little to help, even if he does appreciate them.
iida is a firm believer that hes okay. he goes on for weeks as if nothing happened, and his friends are all waiting for the day that he crashes. unfortunately your anniversary is less than a month later, and he finally lets go when hes reminded that you wont be there to celebrate them anymore.
todoroki pretty much goes numb to the world. he shuts himself in his room and takes a break from hero work, and his friends and family have to make sure he eats or he would let himself starve. to him, theres no point in getting out of bed anymore if you wont be there with him.
izuku is the most vocal about it, for sure. anything that reminds him of you sends him into a spiral of crying and begging for you to come back to him. he barely takes care of himself anymore, and it starts to affect his work. eventually he either has to quit or get it together because hes working himself nearly to death.
dabi is much more willing to do fucked up shit now that you arent here to calm him. he has known you since you were both kids, so now that you’re gone he doesnt know what to do so he lets it out by lighting everyone he comes across on fire. it doesnt work.
shigaraki never lets anyone speak about you, even toga, who was one of your best friends. the memory of you is too painful for him to so much as hear your name, and he isnt afraid to dust anyone who goes against his word. he throws himself into taking down the hero society that allowed you to be taken from him.
#bnha x reader#bnha headcanons#mha x reader#mha hawks#deku x reader#deku angst#izuku angst#izuku x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou angst#kirishima x reader#kirishima angst#sero x reader#sero angst#denki x reader#denki angst#iida x reader#iida angst#todoroki x reader#todoroki angst#dabi x reader#dabi angst#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki angst#bnha angst#mha angst
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Away From You
Pete Davidson x f/Reader
Masterlist ♡ Pete Davidson Masterlist ♡ Well, Shit! Masterlist
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Gifs does not belong to me.
Warning: swearing
*During a podcast with Bert Kreischer*
PETE'S POV:
"Hey guys. Welcome back to Bertcast. I am your host Bert Kreischer and today we have a special guest on the show to talk about a few things. Please welcome Pete Davidson."
"Hey man, thanks for having me on your podcast. Been wanting to come on for a while now."
"Well you are a busy man. When I met you all those years ago, I didn't think you would have three kids Pete."
"Shit, neither did I, but here I am."
"They doing good?"
"Yeah, Julianna and Scott are doing amazing. Asking lots of questions and it feels like more because there is two of them. They both want to learn how to ride the tricycle, so Y/N and I have been doing that. It really feels like I am constantly on the go with them." I couldn't help but smile at the thought of my two oldest.
"How is the youngest Davidson doing?"
"William is good. He is trying to learn how to crawl, so no where is safe at the moment in the house." I laughed as I said that.
"You named William after Bill Burr, John Mulaney and Colson Baker correct?"
"Yeah. His full name is William John Colson Davidson. I couldn't pick a name so Y/N suggested William for the first name and John and Colson for the middle names."
"Didn't feel like using my name at all Pete?" He asked will looking straight at me.
"Maybe for the next one?"
"Ohhh next one? Are you going to tell the audience that Y/N is pregnant again? You like to just let that drop at random times."
"No no. No surprise announcements like that happening. Who knows, maybe in a few years, but right now we are very happy with the three we got."
I took a drink from my water as Bert talked.
"But you do have stuff going on correct?"
"Yeah for sure. We are moving out of my Mom's basement and are having a house built for us."
"Didn't feel like just buying a house?"
"Nah man. I want Y/N to have her dream home. Will have three floors and a basement. Top floor is just one giant master suite. The second floor is just for the kids, like their bedrooms and play area. The main floor is the typical stuff. Living room, big ass kitchen, dining room, my office. The basement has a rec room, a TV room and two guest bedrooms down there."
"That sounds freaking awesome, but she is allowing you to have your own office?"
"Y/N was the one who suggested it. She said it will best if I had a space at home to work and that will be my own area." I shrugged my shoulders as I said that.
"She didn't want an area of her own?"
"I tried to convince her she needs her own space but she told me that we can always add on later down the road. I tried a couple more times to get her to put her own space on the plans, but she wouldn't budge."
"When will you guys be moving in?"
"The contractor said it will be done in two months. Already have all the furniture bought and paid for. Just waiting to get told it is okay to move in. We will be having the holiday meals get togethers at our new place."
"How is your mom taking all this? I know she loved having you five in the same house."
"At first she wasn't thrilled but I had us sit down and talk. She understood that there just wasn't the space for us all down there and eventually Julianna will need her own room as she is the only girl."
"How far did you move from your mom?"
"Not that far. Only a couple blocks away. It is also close to the school we will be sending the kids too."
"It is always nice to hear about your family, but what brings you to the show."
"Well, for those who do not know, my father Scott Davidson was a firefighter and he died on 9/11. There is this one foundation called Answer the Call. They helped my family a lot during the 9/11 times and still help my family and keep in touch and make sure that we’re okay," I say.
"They’ve done so much for us, and once again I would like to help them. For every dollar that is given, Y/N and I will match it. Our goal is $500,000."
"I will post a link to the foundations website on my social media pages. I will also make a donation myself."
"Thanks Bert. Really means alot."
"Anything for you man. You know that."
Bert and I talked more about what was going on in his life. But I just can't wait to get back home and see my family, but I sadly had to do another interview after this one.
Then I will get to be at home with my family.
Part 7
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