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reallyromealone · 5 days

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Title: miscommunication

Fandom: Scott Pilgrim vs the world

Characters: Julie, Wallace, Scott, ramona

Fic type: story hurt to comfort

Pairings: Wallace x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, angst, miscommunication

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(name) sat quietly in the train, staring at the passing city lights as the C.N tower could be seen in the distance, glowing red tonight...

But that didn't matter.

None of it mattered.

He felt his eyes water as the GO train robot spoke "Next stop, Union station" he was just so tired as he got off and walked through the platform to Old Union.

His eyes were watery as he walked through the old station hall to Bayview and took a deep breath of the fall air that overtook Toronto, freezing the tears of heartbreak that threatened to fall down his cheeks.

He was just so tired of Wallace Wells.

The two just had another fight, (name) wanted to take their relationship forward but Wallace said he liked living on his own... The two arguing and now here he was...

Walking to his lonesome apartment.

His apartment was six city blocks from the station, but he didn't care as he walked down the streets with clouded thoughts rushing through his head, was he not good enough? He didn't mean to push he just wanted to know... Hell, he hadn't even been to his own boyfriend's apartment.

When he got home, he slid against his apartment door and sobbed, the sound of the city muddling his sobs.

Why wasn't he good enough?

(Name) Was sluggish as he made coffee after coffee, Julie watched in the corner but didn't comment as she was already well aware of what happened from the texts from Wallace, the black-haired man worried sick after (name) ran off during a fight, the spectacled woman ripping into him for his cowardice and to just be honest with (name).

"Julie... I'm going on break..." (Name) Whispered as he went to the back area, between storage and boxes was the break area and he sat down on one of the small plastic folding chairs and just stared off... "Oi! This Friday, I have a party and I better see your ass there!" Julie smacked the back of (name) 's head and the other huffed but knew she worried, the two close friends and he knew she had his back.

(Name) Stood in the corner of the party with a sigh, normally he would be with Wallace and their friends but there was no sign of his boyfriend anywhere, and (name) just took a sip and stared "You good?" A voice spoke out and (name) glanced up to see a pink-haired girl "Oh, you're Julia's friend right? Romina?" (Name) Said softly to the other "Yeah, what's your deal?"

"... It's kind of heavy" (name) mumbled and Ramona dragged him to a couch "I got time to kill," she said simply and (name) chuckled and explained how he wanted to move in with his boyfriend and how hurt that he was being shut out without even a bit of conversation "it's like he doesn't even want to be in a relationship with me..." (Name) Whispered and Ramona sighed "Call him on his shit," she said simply and (name) furrowed his eyebrows "Go to his place tomorrow and call him on it"

"Yeah... I think I'll try that" (name) said calmly as he looked at the other "Thanks"

"No problem " She smiled softly and watched as (name) walked off.

(Name) Didn't wait till tomorrow, having taken three shots of vodka and stood in front of his boyfriend's apartment and knocked on the door, swaying slightly as the door opened to reveal "Who are you?" (Name) Grumbled as he looked behind to see the single bed "I'm Scott, I love it here?" Scott said confused and (name) squinted "And you live with Wallace... And share a bed?" He felt his heart break a bit more as the other nodded "Uh, yeah... Do you see another bed?"

"He's cheating on me?" (Name) Whispered and Scott looked confused as (name) turned around pulled out his phone and drunkenly dumped Wallace.

'wr don hv fun witgkfk spot' was what Wallace got as he arrived at the party in a hot outfit and an apology ready for (name) who was supposed to be there as his world shattered around him.

When he got back to his apartment, Scott looked confused "Someone came here, he was looking for you, real angry" Scott said as Wallace looked over "said something about cheating"

Oh no.

Wallace needed to find (name).

(Name) Sobbed as he sat on a bench in a high park, drunk and sad as he thought about the events that took place.

Was this why he was so avoidant of living with him?

His phone kept going off but (name) ignored it as he looked around, he remembered coming here with Wallace after their first date and... More tears fell out of his eyes as he sobbed uncontrollably.

It was sheer luck that Wallace found (name) in the massive city, seeing him curled up and crying "(name), shit..." Wallace was always so cool and passive but now he was panicking as (name) drunkenly pulled away from him "Go be with Spot!" He drunkenly yelled and on another day Wallace would have found (name)s incorrect name of his parasite of a roommate funny but he just wanted his boyfriend to not be crying and angry "Baby I'm not fucking or doing anything with Scott, I would never do that to you" he said to (name) who drunkenly shook his head "you sleep with him! He was wearing your shirt!"

"Because he just showed up at my place and won't leave!"

"You don't wanna live with me because you have that twink..." (Name) Wobbled "Why don't you want me? I-I want you all the time and I don't get it!" Wallace always avoided answering this when they argued and now it was the make or break of this relationship "I'm terrified" Wallace admitted "If we lived together you would realize I'm not so cool and stuff as you think and you will hate me"

"You're fucking stupid... You know how many times I cried because you made me feel like this!" (Name) Let Wallace hold him close as he cried again over his stupid boyfriend "You're not cheating?" (Name) Wobbly asked and Wallace kissed his head "I would rather die than date Scott Pilgrim, he's that fucker dating the 17-year-old" Wallace explained and (name) sobered a bit as he cuddled Wallace's side '"will you at least think about moving together? I promise I won't get bored of you or anything... I just wanna wake up to you"

Wallace smiled and kissed his boyfriend, the taste of beer and vodka on his lips "I will now let's go home, you are fucking shit fa-- and you threw up in the bushes, I'm calling a cab"

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim takes off #Wallace Wells x male reader #Wallace Wells x reader #male reader #x male reader

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gonzo-rella · 4 months

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The Benevolent Girlfriend | Kim Pine (ft. Wallace Wells)

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): Kim Pine x sick!gn!reader (romantic), Wallace Wells x sick!gn!reader (implied romantic)

Summary: Your roommate Wallace is repulsed by your cold, so he gets your girlfriend Kim to come over and take care of you.

Warnings: You're gross and sick, sorry. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 0.8k

(A/N: I finally rewatched Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, because I wanted to watch it before I watch the anime (haven't seen it yet, but once I have I'll make a post and add it to my fandom list), and damn I'm in love with Kim. I've been enjoying writing these sick fics whilst I recover from the common cold, so I figured I'd try writing something about Kim, and I was motivated to write something that wasn't just headcanons, which I've already done with the Yellowjackets ladies, Abed and Annie from Community and Charlie, Todd and Neil from Dead Poets Society. This is my first Scott Pilgrim fic, so hopefully it's alright! I tried to capture the spirit and tone of the movie and characters. I'd like to write more for both Kim and Wallace specifically. Maybe I'm delirious from being sick but I'd love to write a fic where the reader is the S/O of both Kim and Wallace to indulge myself because I'm in love with them both.)

A mattress on the floor in a very cold country surely couldn’t have been the best place to recover from a cold- an idiot could tell you that. Wallace had very kindly made you soup and brought you countless glasses of water, but he had hauled his chair as far away from you and the bed as he could manage in the small apartment because, to quote him, you were ‘repulsive and contagious, no offence’. He had been very gracious in letting you pick out what daytime TV crap you wanted to watch.

It reached the late afternoon when there was a knock at the door, and, with a huff, Wallace got up to get it, leaving you to stare absently at the TV through the mist of your mild headache and clogged ears. Your neck was beginning to ache from craning it to look up at the screen.

“Kimberly. You’re here. What took you so long?”

“Nice to see you too, Wallace. Are they awake?”

Wallace cast a glance in your direction and tilted his head; he then looked back at Kim.

“Well, the lights are on, but it doesn’t look like anybody’s home.”

He punctuated the sentence with a shrug.

“Kim?” you said finally, voice hoarse and nasal from your sore throat and blocked nose respectively.

Kim peered at you over Wallace's shoulder then barged past him. She stood at the foot of your ‘bed’.

“What are you doing here?” you mumbled. “You didn’t have to come.”

“Wallace texted me that you’re sick.”

Wallace left the door ajar, prompting you to wrap your blanket tighter around you. He reached over to grab his coat and slid his arms into it, then stood beside Kim.

“I’m going out with Other Scott, and I thought it’d be cruel to leave you alone, so I told your very benevolent girlfriend-” Kim rolled her eyes as Wallace indicated to her with a nod. “That you were sick and that she might wanna come over and take care of you in your equally benevolent roommate’s stead.”

“Okay. Thanks, Wa-”

You were interrupted by a sneeze. It was so sudden that you made the split-second decision to cover it with your hands. When you peeled it away, droplets of snot coated your palms.

You groaned.

Wallace scrunched up his nose.

“That’s disgusting,” Kim commented monotonously.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “I’ve been told.”

“And, with that,” Wallace said, stepping over to the door and swinging it open. “I’ll leave you kids to it. Good luck, Kim. And, I hope you feel better soon, dear.”

“Thanks, Wallace,” you mumbled.

“Fuck off, Wallace,” Kim said dryly, in unison with you.

He waved at you both then closed the door. There was a moment of silence in which you and Kim just stared at one another. Your snot-covered hands were still held out in front of you.

“So, you’re sick, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Are you going to clean that up?”

You stared at her blankly, before realising what she meant.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

You went to reach for your box of tissues before you realised that they were on the kitchen counter after Wallace had used a few to shield his hands from direct contact with your glass of water. Kim’s gaze followed yours, but her attention returned to you when she noticed that you were readying yourself to get up.

“One sec. I’ll get them for you.”

You relaxed as Kim made the very short journey to the kitchen counter and knelt down to put the box next to you. She yanked a few tissues from the box before placing them in your hands, careful not to touch your snot.

“Thanks, Kim.”

“No problem.”

She stayed kneeling down beside you, watching as you cleared up your hands. There was a look of contemplation on her face.

“You need anything else?”

You glanced up at her and smiled.

“No, thanks.”

“Alright.”

She climbed over you and took a seat beside you- shoulder-to-shoulder- on the mattress. You looked at her incredulously.

“Are you sure you wanna get so close? Wallace hasn’t come near me all day.”

She folded her arms.

“I don’t care.”

“But, I’m disgusting.”

Kim smirked so faintly that anyone who didn’t know her wouldn’t have registered that it was there.

“I wouldn’t be your ‘benevolent girlfriend’ if that bothered me.”

You chuckled and rested your head on her shoulder, and Kim rested her head on yours.

“Holy shit, you’re hot,” she stated.

“Thanks.”

“I meant you have an alarming fever.”

“Oh. Right.”

There was a pause, and Kim huffed.

“Fine. You’re the other kind of hot, too.”

“Thanks, Kim, that’s very-”

You broke into a series of coughs and doubled over. You covered your mouth with the inside of your elbow. Kim rubbed your back soothingly. Once again, the faintest of smiles tugged at her lips.

“Sorry,” you groaned. “That wasn't very hot.”

“Maybe not,” she said. She rested her hand on your shoulder and pulled you closer, once again resting her head on yours. “But, I love you anyway.”

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgram vs the world #kim pine #wallace wells #kim pine x reader #wallace wells x reader #x reader #x gn!reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral!reader #x gender neutral reader #ficlet

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qsomedia · 2 years

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Written by AC, taken from “What’s a ‘Manlet’? Recounting some of Fandom’s Finest Weird Guys”

[alt text: “Ah, Wallace Wells. Everyone’s favourite chaotic gay polyamorous bitch.” gif of Wallace wells looking from right to left, saying “oh yeah, you’re totally my bitch forever”. “From his hilarious one-liners to his defence of Ellen Wong’s Knives Chau,” gif of Wallace saying to Knives Chau, in front of Scott, “you’re too good for him.” “I'm sure I’m not alone in walking away from watching Scott Pilgrim vs. The World with Wells as my favourite character.” gif of Wallace heckling a band from the balcony, shouting “It’s not a race, guys!”. “It’s really fucking fun to see a messy gay man live a realistically messy life on screen, and that’s a big part of why Wallace works so well as a character. His personality is comically large, but never to the point of stereotype or parody.” gif of wallace, looking around his house while rolling his eyes. “For a series that has video games coming to life, lactose-inhibited superpowers, and people who somehow find Scott Pilgrim attractive, perhaps the most incredible thing of all is Wallace Wells, manlet supreme.”].

#scott pilgrim #wallace wells #scott pilgrim vs the world #kieran culkin #qso media #articles #lists

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wanderlustmagician · 3 months

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here’s a question for you! What’s your favorite literary/tv/movie genre?

Ooooooooo!!

Literary… that’s going to be historical, both fiction and non. It’s my jam. Though I’ve been kind of branching out lately with my audiobooks. Jury is still out. I listen to my audiobooks on Spotify. I have a lot of books that I’ve bought as a teenager and still some I bought as an adult… the second one stays in a box so my parents don’t ask what they’re about XD

TV Genre… I love crime shows, Castle, Lie to Me, Criminal minds are so tops. Psych is on the list of to be watched. I also enjoy a modern fantasy like Teen Wolf and I just started Supernatural. I also adore most animated shows. My friends have gotten novels via text from me about a shows animation style or the colors used or the art style. They love me enough to humor me. Though my all time favorite TV is FRIENDS, I’ve watched it enough to know most of the dialogue by heart.

Movies… I’m all over the place. I’ll watch just about anything except for horror. Im particularly partial to the superhero movies, since I grew up watching the old 80s cartoons, and my middle sister and I watch hallmark movies together every winter. Last movie I watched was Scott Pilgrim vs the World. It was a more fun watch since it was 6am, I hadn’t slept, and both me and my bestie were drunk when we watched it. I think I asked her what the hell is going on more than I actually watched.

#effortless Este #that’s… more than you asked but eh #wandering thoughts #asks

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sweetpeauserboxes · 2 years

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[id: a white userbox with a pastel blue border and pastel blue text that reads “this user is ramona flowers.” on the left is an image of ramona flowers from scott pilgrim vs the world. /end id]

#scott pilgram vs the world #ramona flowers #soft aesthetic #soft userboxes #soft userbox #softcore #soft #cutecore #cute userboxes #cute aesthetic #cute userbox #cute #pastel userbox #pastel aesthetic #pastel userboxes #pastel #userboxes #userbox

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meova101 · 2 years

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omg please elaborate on your scott pilgrim au!! is it charles who has to fight with (seb's?) 7 evil exes? who on the grid is your wallace wells? spoil us more 🗣🗣🗣

I would really like to pretend I know what variety is but yeah it's Charles fighting Seb's 7 evil exes sdkljdsgk Seb seems more suited to the Scott role than the Ramona role ngl but it was way easier to connect the 7 exes to people from Seb's past than from Charles's past and why make things needlessly hard! (I say. trying to translate a very visual story to pure text. 😅) I'll put a bit more about what I've been toying with under the cut.

Wallace was one of the hardest to cast, my god xD But at one point @andreagrimes suggested George and... well. Works well enough. He fits the "voice of reason" vibe well enough and instead of him hooking up with everything that breathes he can take his shirt off and make everyone ogle. Sometimes you gotta work with what you have xD

Instead of the band Sex Bo-Bomb in Toronto our hero and his friends are now in karting team Quadrant in Monaco, where they do simracing and real-life karting. Which gives me the opportunity to still sort of translate the competition element in Scott Pilgrim, too, and get the guys to the necessary places and situations.

And for the evil exes... Still very much open to debate most of them but for now I'm thinking Jenson (#1 Matthew Patel), Daniel (#2 Lucas Lee), Lewis (#3 Todd Ingram), Charlene (#4 Roxy Richter) (yes the Monaco princess btw it seemed funny lol), Kimi & Heikki (#5 & #6 Katayanagi Twins), and finally Mark (#7 Gideon Graves)

Anyway I'm a few thousand words in right now so let's hope this goes somewhere and that the homage works because I love Scott Pilgrim Vs The World so much and I want it to work so bad xD

#scott pilgrim au #literally rewatched the movie for this lol... if anything it's ready to give me words in november #also thanks to ag for letting me yell about this and figure out who is who #fic stuff #asks #anonymous #meo shouting into the void

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joashraphaelblog · 6 months

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Why Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World is a near (not near) Perfect film?

In the world of cinema, some films stand out not just for their storytelling or visual effects, but for their ability to capture the essence of a generation and redefine a genre. "Scott Pilgrim vs. The World" is one such film, a dazzling masterpiece that has achieved cult status since its release. Directed by Edgar Wright and based on Bryan Lee O'Malley's graphic novel series, this movie is more than just a cult classic; it is a near perfect film. In this essay, we will explore the elements that make "Scott Pilgrim vs. The World" a unique and nearly flawless cinematic experience.

One of the most striking aspects of the film is its innovative visual style. Edgar Wright's direction and Bill Pope's cinematography combine to create a vibrant and dynamic world that mirrors the video game aesthetics of the source material. The film's use of on-screen text, comic book-style graphics, and rapid-fire editing all contribute to a unique and immersive viewing experience. The blending of cinematic and video game elements sets "Scott Pilgrim vs. The World" apart from traditional films and establishes its own distinct visual language.

A near perfect film requires a near perfect cast, and this is where "Scott Pilgrim vs. The World" truly shines. Michael Cera's portrayal of the titular character, Scott Pilgrim, is pitch-perfect. He captures the character's awkwardness, charm, and personal growth throughout the story. The supporting cast, including Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Kieran Culkin, and Aubrey Plaza, all deliver memorable performances that bring life to the eccentric characters from the comic books.

The film's storytelling is both engaging and unique. It follows Scott Pilgrim as he battles the seven evil exes of Ramona Flowers, the girl of his dreams. This high-stakes premise serves as the backdrop for a coming-of-age story, where Scott learns about love, self-respect, and personal growth. The film's ability to seamlessly blend humor, romance, and action is a testament to its narrative prowess.

"Scott Pilgrim vs. The World" is not just a visual delight; it is also a musical masterpiece. The film's soundtrack, composed by Nigel Godrich and Beck, is a thrilling mix of indie rock and pop tunes. The use of music as an integral part of the storytelling, such as the unforgettable "Battle of the Bands" scenes, adds a unique layer of depth to the film. The soundtrack enhances the emotional and action sequences, creating a memorable and immersive experience for the audience.

One of the key reasons why "Scott Pilgrim vs. The World" is a near perfect film is its faithful adaptation of the source material. It respects the graphic novels and their fans while adding its own cinematic flair. This balance between adaptation and innovation is rare in Hollywood and contributes to the film's enduring popularity among both fans of the comics and newcomers to the story.

"Scott Pilgrim vs. The World" is a near perfect film that has left a lasting impact on cinema. Its innovative visual style, perfect cast, unique storytelling, brilliant soundtrack, and faithful adaptation of the source material all contribute to its status as a cult classic. The film's ability to capture the spirit of a generation and redefine the genre is a testament to its enduring appeal. As viewers continue to discover and appreciate its many layers, "Scott Pilgrim vs. The World" will remain a benchmark for what a near perfect film can achieve in the world of cinema.

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sourcemates-finder · 2 years

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Names: Wallace P. Wells ( the Box of Eels ); Lucas Lee, Scott Pilgrim ( the Dragon's Den )

Source: Any Scott Pilgrim vs. the World media ( I'm additionally sourced from a fanfic, but I usually don't talk about it /lh )

Calling for: Literally anyone from our source. I'm okay with doubles, though I'm not sure if Scott and Lucas are. I'd especially like to see my boyfriends ( Mobile, Jimmy, and Other Scott come home challenge /lh; /r, but I'm fine with /p ). Scott wants to see Ramona again ( /r ) and Lucas would like to reconnect with Roxie ( /p ), but literally every other sourcemate is good to interact.

Extra info: We're mostly looking for others with a body age range of 13 - 21 ( 16 - 19 if you're /r ; we're bodily 17 and 16 ) but I'm fine with older (/p) as long as you're not a creep.

I have most of my source memories, plus some earlier that Scott's helped me uncover. Most of it is still hazy and I'm very interested in hearing others' memories from before source's events.

I'm pretty much always fronting alongside Hayter ( host, it / he ), so feel free to ask for me just about anytime! We're most active on Discord at the REAL solid snake#4419 ( daytime account, some nights ) and Transgender Solid Snake#8924 ( nighttime account ), so please don't hesitate to hit us up there. I can give y'all Scott and Lucas's account in Discord dms. Sorry for the length, and we hope to see you again soon!

- Wallace 🍹

Hello!

If there’s anything you’d like us to add to (or take away from) the tags or body text just let us know! :)

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piqueconcentration · 28 days

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"Clay Pigeons" and the Blaze Foley Rabbit Hole

Originally posted Nov 9, 2022

This person, in the picture below, is Blaze Foley- a man that I had never heard of until a few days ago. He is also one of the most influential folk and country music singer-songwriters (arguably) that there ever has been.

At the Folk & Forage music festival this past weekend, my good friend Jenner Fox, the incredible musician and veritable jukebox of a human being, began playing a song that I recognized, right as I was leaving the fire to get ready for bed. Several of my very close family friends -essentially extended family- were warming themselves by the flames, instruments in hand; they had just been playing a medley of John Prine songs after a particularly Prine-centric evening (John Prine, for the uninitiated, is -unlike Foley- an extremely famous singer-songwriter. His music inspired nearly an entire generation of the folk genre, and he is credited with such masterpieces as "I Remember Everything," "Angel From Montgomery," "In Spite of Ourselves," and on and on and on), but I was tired and the darkness required I have resolve enough to make it through the nighttime woods back to the cabin.

In any case, the song that Jenner's dad had asked him to play quietly landed upon my ear snail, and it was "Clay Pigeons". Now, my experience with this song was limited. Unfortunately, I have to admit that I had only heard it played by Michael Cera, who, if you don't have your finger on the pulse of contemporary indie/comedy filmmaking, is a bit of a young people's darling after his roles in Arrested Development, Superbad, and Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, among other things, and he currently is (presumably) enjoying quite the successful indie music stint. The absolutely insufferable hipster buried in me might scoff at the prospect of listening to someone who gained even a bit of notoriety from something as... repugnant as being an actor, especially one that people near my age swoon for, but that part of me sucks and I hate it and I wish it would shut up.

In any case, I was under the impression that the song in question, one that I had always really loved for a lot of reasons- its simultaneous simplicity, understated yet heartfelt lyrics and its confusingly ever-appealing melody (there isn't really a good way to explain something like that, but it manages to hit you right in the heart with only, like, three notes per line) was written by Cera, as i hadn't really heard or known to go looking for any other recordings of it. I listened to Jenner pick the rest of the tune, me quietly singing the harmonies as if subconsciously to prove my music-knowing chops to the people around me -people I need not prove anything to, as if there are any people like that at all- and asked: a) whether it bothers him that I like every song that he plays so much that I end up copying him and learning them all myself, and b) who wrote that one. I had noticed some differences in the lyrics between his and Cera's versions, and I guess I deduced that the latter was not, in fact, their author. He said "Blaze Foley" and I wrote that down in my notebook, joked to him about my musical/composorial confusion, said my good-nights, and went to bed with the melody still dancing around my brain.

It was still dancing several days after I got back to my house, and I went looking for another recording, worrying that the one I would like best may end up being the one that I'd heard first by nature of its earlier discovery. The first three versions that I found were the one by Michael Cera from the 2014 album True That, the Blaze Foley one on Sittin' by the Road from 2010, and the John Prine recording on 2005's Fair and Square. I immediately grew several sizes larger than my pants. The texts I sent to Jenner immediately after that go thusly, without grammatical correction:

well what do you know, clay pigeons isnt originally by blaze foley, it's by JOHN PRINE

*It is now, as I am writing this, that I am immensely grateful for the fact that Jenner was not entirely knowledgeable about the origins of the song.*

wait nevermind what

ok the info on the internet is very confusing

god i was so confident too

All that confidence had dissipated as soon as I took more than a cursory glance at any other part of the internet than the first few results on Spotify that come up when you type in "clay pig." What probably tipped me off was learning that Blaze Foley died in 1989, so there was absolutely no way that the recordings could correspond with their listed dates.

I then went down the proverbial rabbit hole as the title implies, and through several stages of knowledge about the timeline of this almost mythical man and his music, so instead of taking the reader down the same, needlessly complex path that I took to get to what I know now, I'll just start telling you about the guy as chronicled by his album releases, particularly as they are listed on Spotify. I won't pretend to know by what system Spotify dates their albums, considering in this case it is wildly inaccurate, but for storytelling reasons I'll go through them in terms of their oldest to newest (seemingly arbitrary) dates. Let it be known, also, that one thing I've found all over the internet in researching him is that compared to other artists of similar time and renown, his music is "frustratingly scarce" (Spotify), as he only has a few studio albums, and his most reliable recordings are ones from when he was playing live. There are a few other reasons, but you'll learn about them in a bit.

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Actually that sounds kind of boring and made me stop writing for like two days because it didn't interest me, so I rescind that previous statement about writing about each album and will now be doing whatever I want.

Anyway, the album above is In Tribute and Loving Memory... Volume #1, released in 1998- essentially a testament to just how much of an incredible impact Blaze Foley had on the musicians of his time, with covers of his songs from fifteen different artists, including several recordings from his personal friend and fellow musician Townes Van Zandt. It does not include, however, the covers done by even more famous artists (Merle Haggard & Willie Nelson, Joe Nichols & Lee Ann Womack, Nanci Griffith, Lyle Lovett, John Prine, Michael Cera, and Whitney) recorded before or after, or the songs that they wrote about Blaze (Townes Van Zandt's "Blaze's Blues," Lucinda Williams's "Drunken Angel," Gurf Morlix's "Music You Mighta Made," and Kings of Leon's "Reverend"). The point is, either his songwriting or his personality or both had a lasting effect on anyone he met, and continue to have one on the people that learn about him, considering my current admiration.

The things about his personality that made him endearing to so many are wild to hear about- he was an absolute enigma, an alcoholic, a troublemaker, regularly engaging in self-destructive behavior, writing a fair amount of songs that actively made people uncomfortable, what with their scathing political satire or their just straight up sometimes gross lyrics. He was seemingly familiar with homeless shelters, regularly destitute, wore shoes and clothes so old that they were almost more duct tape than leather or fabric -his affinity for duct tape was widely known- but he also had a reputation for being amicable, oddly charismatic, and above all, a good friend.

In my opinion, he is best characterized by songs from one of the few recording sessions of his that are readily available, when he played a show at the Austin Outhouse, "one of the few music establishments in town that would tolerate him" (Spotify). The performance, which took place on his thirty-ninth birthday, was long enough that the songs were split onto two albums. The first is Live at the Austin Outhouse, released cassette-only in 1989 and then again in 1999, and the second is Oval Room, released in 2004.

In many of the songs from the former, oddly at the end of the songs, you can hear a monologue from Foley about the tune he is about to play next (these days, if there is a monologue at all, it would normally happen in the same "song" as the song, but that is most likely a product of the album translating to streaming format in an unconventional manner). As it was played live, the listener is treated to the sounds of the audience, the interaction between the people on the stage, you can even tell when Blaze's jokes land and get the audience hooting and hollering, or sometimes don't land and the crowd doesn't laugh. It is an absolutely wonderful portrait of a man just slightly more weird than the people around him, and I think that is a beautiful thing.

Some of my favorite of his unhinged sermons, that I have attempted to transcribe in his exact manner of speech:

"*strum* And uh, ahm on' send it to Merle Haggard, I'un know if he'll read it, or not, but if anybody wants 's say hello t' Merle say 'hello' now. *'Hello, Merle!/Hey, Merle!' from audience* Hey, Merle. (presumably Foley, impersonating Kermit the Frog) Uh, Merle, this is Kermit, yeah. *Audience''s continued greetings, one woman laughing, strum* Uh, have you seen Miss Piggy uh last I heard she w's on yer buss. I'm kinda miffed, uh, Merle, know what I mean? *silence, strum* Cuz it's not easy being green- *strum* (no longer Kermit:) This's call' 'Our Little Town.'"

-Blaze Foley on the track "New Slow Boat to China," before playing "Our Little Town," Live at the Austin Outhouse, 1989

"This's call' Officer Norris. *chord strum* ihs' about a, cop that, put me in jail one time fer'... I was with a, married wom'n an' her, child. An' her husban' wun'n there and the cop didn' like that an' we were all friends, n' it ws', on the up-an'-up kinda. *slow chord strum* But anyway a cop stopped us fer', swervin'... after leavin' a Burger King parking lot an' goin' ten feet an' the car was like fourteen feet long. An' ih's like 'well, how could we swerve? Car's, not that short.' But anyway, 'Shut up, boy.' An' they put me in jail an' I had tinnis shoes on an' they had a concrete floor, it's'uh night kinna like t'night n' my guitar w's in the back of a truck, an' I w's afraid it was gettin' rained on n' the case wuhdn'n good *chord* so I wrote this song. But anny'way, I kep' stompin' on'n concrete floor w' my tinnis shoes n' they never heard me n'... my feet paid. *two strums, picking* So I, now I wear taps on my tinnis shoes."

-Blaze Foley on the track "Our Little Town," before playing "Officer Norris," Live at the Austin Outhouse, 1989

And on Oval Room, the other album made from that one show at the Outhouse, where most of the monologues are removed, there is one song called "20 Years Introduction," which is just Blaze speaking about the next song he's going to play (possibly "Someday," which is the next song on the album, but it's unclear if the songs are actually in the order that he played them that night). A portion of the same monologue appears before the track "Our Little Town" on In Tribute and Loving Memory... Volume #1.

"A lot of people say I'm, half sick, most uh' the time. *strum* But I can tell you that I'm... mostly not sick, most uh' the time. *strum* But anyway, uh... (unintelligible) this might not end up on'nuh record I hope not 'cuz I soun' like a hillbilly, *two strums* but uh, this talkin' part (chuckle). But anyway I'm jus' g'nna see what, what happens, like twen'y years from now I might still be haun'ted by this. *strum* Or, maybe not."

-Blaze Foley on the track "20 Years Introduction," Oval Room, 2004

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Blaze Foley was shot and killed on February 1, 1989, a month and a half after he played that show. He had wanted the proceeds of the album to go to a homeless shelter, but they were used to pay for his funeral costs instead (Spotify). His friends wrapped his coffin in duct tape.

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The next part is about where all his music went. Thankfully, we happen to be living in the age of peak musical availability, and several of the "lost" albums have been found, but I think it's worth taking a look at just how much trouble it took to get it all back. Normally, in a situation like this where some media is gone or missing, I feel like there's generally some sort of motive from someone that keeps it from resurfacing, like a crooked producer or a greedy company, but in this case, it just seems as though the Universe was adamantly determined to hide whatever the man in question wrote.

I think Foley's Wikipedia page puts it best:

"The master tapes from his first studio album were confiscated by the DEA when the executive producer was caught in a drug bust. Another studio album disappeared when the master copies were stolen with his belongings from a station wagon that Foley had been given and lived in. A third studio album, Wanted More Dead Than Alive, was thought to have disappeared until, many years after Blaze died, a friend who was cleaning out his car discovered what sounded like the Bee Creek recording sessions on which he and other musicians had performed. This was Foley's last studio album, and he was scheduled to tour the UK with Townes Van Zandt in support of the album. When Foley died, his attorney immediately nullified the recording contract and the master tapes subsequently disappeared (reportedly lost in a flood)" (Wikipedia).

Anyway, I now adore his songwriting. I love the simple chord progressions, and as someone who struggles with needing to feel wholly original when I try to write a song, it's a powerful reminder that a song can be what feels like a masterpiece without being a ridiculous, jazzy scalebreaker. I love, in "Clay Pigeons," how the final verse is made up of parts from the first and last verses. I love his tendency to sometimes add a part of the melody at the end of a line that sounds like it's preparing to loop back around, that doesn't complete the melody but is like the lyrical equivalent of a sus chord. I love how the words he uses never feel forced or out of place. I love how I can't quite understand what he's saying metaphorically in his songs, it feels like it makes it simultaneously more personal and easier to listen to.

It makes me happy that we have what we have left of his work.

In conclusion, I think that artists should say the name of the original composer in the title of covers that they release.

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References:

Dave HJ (Director). (2015, May 3). Blaze Foley—Clay Pigeons, rare Live. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uM3YROq_cLY

Blaze Foley. (n.d.). Spotify. Retrieved November 5, 2022, from https://open.spotify.com/artist/1TlScGwN8MmIZ7kIYGjSZA

Blaze Foley age, hometown, biography | Last.fm. (n.d.). Retrieved November 8, 2022, from https://www.last.fm/music/Blaze+Foley/+wiki

Blaze Foley music, videos, stats, and photos. (n.d.). Last.Fm. Retrieved November 5, 2022, from https://www.last.fm/music/Blaze+Foley

Blaze Foley on Apple Music. (n.d.). Apple Music. Retrieved November 5, 2022, from https://music.apple.com/us/artist/blaze-foley/44075415

Blaze Foley. (2022). In Wikipedia. https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Blaze_Foley&oldid=1111200666

#folk music #blaze foley #old music #music #album #songwriting #singer songwriter #clay pigeons #clay pigeons song #john prine #michael cera #more like michael SQUAREa amirite #jenner fox #pique concentration #long post #Youtube

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maus-lost-in-subspace · 5 months

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watchinf Scott Pilgrim vs the world and holy fuck this man is such a cringe fest. am now realizing how much being text and images shielded my cringe reaction from him

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God damn, fair enough. Slapping this under a read more

0: Height - 6FT1

1: Virgin? - No

2: Shoe size - 12 UK (about a 12.5/13 in US mens)

3: Do you smoke? - Don't smoke cigarettes, do vape sometimes

4: Do you drink? - Yes

5: Do you take drugs? - Yes. Smoke weed semi regularly. Have been known to take a range of things when at a festival but don't really touch all that stuff outside of that environment.

6: Age you get mistaken for - Don't think anyone has mistaken my age before

7: Have tattoos? - Yea, Kylo Ren's lightsaber on one forearm and the blink-182 self titled album cover on the other

8: Want any tattoos? - Yeah a shitload

9: Got any piercings? - No, used to have my left ear expanded and my labret pierced

10: Want any piercings? - kinda want a side nose piercing and to re-stretch my ear

11: Best friend? - Weird one, don't think I have a 'best friend'. I've had them before but have since grown apart from most of them.

12: Relationship status - Single.

13: Biggest turn ons - Once I work that one out I'll let you know. Knee high socks and a nice set of lingerie on a person look good but wouldn't say it's a 'turn on'

14: Biggest turn offs - No idea tbh

15: Favorite movie - Scott Pilgrim vs the World

16: I’ll love you if - You're a gamer and are nice to me

17: Someone you miss - Honestly? My nana. So many situations I needed her wisdom for and nights I could have done with her shoulder to cry on.

18: Most traumatic experience - I nearly drowned when I was about 6 or 7

19: A fact about your personality - I'm awkward and shy until I've had a drink or have hung around you a few times.

20: What I hate most about myself - My inability to hold a conversation online without sounding like I'm interrogating you

21: What I love most about myself - How much I make myself laugh

22: What I want to be when I get older - Given I'm 29 there's not much older to go. Suppose career wise though I would like to get into the game industry at some point, but that ship is starting to sail

23: My relationship with my sibling(s) - I'm the oldest child of 6 and moved away from my hometown for Uni, so when it comes to my younger 3 sisters I don't have the kind of relationship I'd like to have with them. Me and my brother have a cool relationship. He's autistic and I love hearing him talk about his latest hyper fixation, how his YouTube channel is going and just about anything to do with games. My and the oldest of my younger sisters do have a close relationship though since we are only 5 years apart.

24: My relationship with my parent(s) - Great relationship with my mam and my dad (is my step-dad, but consider him my dad since he raised my since I was like 8). Go to them for any advice ever and to rant/moan/cry. Very very distant relationship with my biological dad. Never see him, talk like maybe once every 2 or 3 month on facebook. Kinda feel sorry for him though.

25: My idea of a perfect date - Minigolf (either drunk or normal), go for some food (Chinese, Japanese or Indian food preferably) and finally some drinks to finish it off

26: My biggest pet peeves - Slow walkers is probably my biggest one.

27: A description of the girl/boy I like - don't particularly 'like' anyone currently. Haven't been speaking to people with that kind of intention really.

28: A description of the person I dislike the most - Self centred, thinks they're always right and they know more than they do. Also thinks everyone loves then when that couldn't be further from the truth. No consideration for the feelings of the people they hurt. Also they can be very vindictive sometimes.

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend - So they aren't hurt (and a couple times to cover my own ass)

30: What I hate the most about work/school - Going to work. That's it.

31: What your last text message says - "Get the spurs shirt back on, the comeback is on now!! Haha"

32: What words upset me the most - "I've cheated on you"

33: What words make me feel the best about myself - "Thank you for helping/Listening"

34: What I find attractive in women - A nice smile, dimples, nice eyes, good haircut and a good sense of humour

35: What I find attractive in men - See above

36: Where I would like to live - 50/50 shot between Japan and the Netherlands

37: One of my insecurities - my smile

38: My childhood career choice - Wanted to be a scientist all the way up until I was like, 16/17

39: My favorite ice cream flavor - Mint choc chip

40: Who wish I could be - A well put together, successful person that has a family

41: Where I want to be right now - Not at work

42: The last thing I ate - Some grapes (people like grapes)

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately - Tom Hiddleston

44: A random fact about anything - Did you know that there is a species of jellyfish that is immortal? Known as the Turritopsis dohrnii, it has the ability to revert back to its juvenile polyp state after reaching adulthood, effectively allowing it to live forever.

#Michael Answers #Ask #answered

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thingsthatdontevencomebackaround · 1 year

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For somebody so buzzed out on everything pop-culture right now, catching up over these last couple of days has delivered a lot of upcoming things to be ecstatic about?

Dunloe returning in Mission Impossible 7

Clayface being in The Batman 2

Star Trek Lower Decks crossing over into Strange New Worlds

The entire cast of Scott Pilgrim vs the World reprising their roles in the Scott Pilgrim anime

Something else? It feels like I’m forgetting something...

And some other stuff whose announcements weren't a surprise but is still fun:

Brandon Sanderson secret project coming out this weekend? neat

New Wes Anderson film? also neat

And some stuff that already happened but totally struck me out of the blue this week:

that Lackadaisy pilot? Really good

U2's Songs of Surrender just sort of fell into my lap as well dang that was a nostalgia hit

And Dan Olson's newest video

(I put aside everything and immediately watched/listened to those as soon as I heard about them, even when some of them turned out to be really long)

And uhh meanwhile some political stuff happened today (30 mar) that cheered my heart greatly, not that the fight will be over anytime soon comrades but, small victories here and there eh.

#ddddddd #star trek strange new worlds #mission impossible dead reckoning #scott pilgrim

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textsfromtoronto · 4 years

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i was hoping i could get everything queued up before it started posting and i would have to promote myself but whatever

ANYWAY welcome to the future, by which i mean the new scott pilgrim + tfln blog, bc there hasn’t been one since 2018 and somebody’s gotta step up to the plate.

there’s not much on here right now like as i said there’s only one post but i’ve got five posts scheduled to post per day so like, come hang out, it’s good i promise :3c

#mod post #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim #texts from last night #tfln #ive been meaning to make this blog for well over half a year and only now; when a new semester is starting and i have to start not being #lazy; do i actually make it. superb planning i know but ive got it all under control

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nicomrade · 4 years

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redid my wallace in volume 1 post with other pics

#wallace wells #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #spvtw #Bryan Lee O'Malley #despanico #only redoin it cause i accidently included pics from other volumes in that first on uh oh #a lot of text cause he has a lot of really good quotes in that vol #alcohol /

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Long Days

Pete comes home after a long day at work and just wants to cuddle

Request: “heyy i love your pete writing!!!! could you write some domestic or boyfriend pete pls 🥺 hes always talking about how much he loves his partner when hes in a relationship its so soft”

Pete Davidson x Reader

Word Count: 1671

You yawned, looking down at the time on your laptop and realizing it was well past 3 am, Pete’s usual arrival time. You frowned, checking your phone to see if he had texted you that rehearsals were running late.

And just as your fingers touched the plastic phone case, the door to Pete’s apartment-basement opened, revealing the man himself. He looked exhausted, even for himself. The bags under his eyes sunk deeper than usual and his slouch was worse than ever.

He found you sitting up, blanket over your lower half, laptop in lap, and he smiled lazily. He slumped over to the foot of the bed and fell face forward into the mattress. You giggled as his face landed next to your waistline, moving your laptop to the small table besides you as Pete kicked his shoes off. You reached and pulled Pete by his forearms to lay his head in your lap, the man making no effort to help you except flipping over to look at you.

You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling down at him. “Hi baby,” You spoke softly as he snuggled further into your body. “How was work?”

Pete hummed, eyes closing at the feeling of your gentle fingers combing through his locks. “Long. Lorne was in a bad mood and the host made us rehearse everything like 3 times.”

You frowned, “I’m sorry.” You shifted so your back was resting against the headboard and pulled Pete so he was cuddled into your chest, back against your front. You wrapped your arms around his waist, rubbing his stomach with your thumb.

Pete shrugged, hands moving to sit on top of yours. “It’s not your fault, just sucked.” You nodded, leaning down to press a kiss against the side of his head. “What did you do all day?” He asked, looking up at you.

“Zoom meetings with clients mostly, nothing too interesting. I saw this really cute puppy on my walk today, though!” You reached over and grabbed your phone, finding the picture you had taken and showing it to him. “Highlight of my day until you came home.”

He smiled, taking the phone from your hands, and gazing at the picture. “Almost as cute as you.” He mumbled, making you giggle. You pressed another kiss to the side of his head, and then another, and then a few more in quick succession, making him laugh.

You loved to hear him laugh, especially on days like these where he was feeling down. “Did you get a chance to eat?” You asked quietly after a few moments of silence.

“No.” He followed his statement with a groan, “I worked through dinner and wanted to see you as soon as possible so I didn’t stop.”

You nodded with a smile on your face, touched that he was so eager to come home to you. “I can make you something,” you offered. He rubbed small circles to the top of your hand and let out a small hum of agreement. “What do you want?”

“Do we have stuff to make mac n cheese?” He asked.

You let out a small giggle at the childlike sound of his request, “I can check. You just want mac n cheese?”

“I have been craving mac n cheese for like three days.” You laughed at his confession, moving your arms, and trying to get out from under him.

He refused to let you leave, laying over your lap completely to keep you sitting. “Pete I can’t make anything if you don’t let me stand up.”

He groaned, turning to hug your middle, his head buried in your stomach, “don’t want you to leave.”

You let out a small chuckle, running a hand through his hair, “do you wanna come cook with me?” He shook his head no. “Okay well I have to get up, so you have to let go of me.” He shook his head again. “Pete, I will drag you to the kitchen if you don’t let go.”

He laughed, looking up at you with tired eyes. “I’m like a koala bear.” You could hear in his voice just how tired he was, and you weren’t sure if he would be able to stay awake long enough to eat any food you made.

“Yes, you are, babe.” You sighed, using all your force to move your feet to dangle off the bed, Pete’s hands still around your waist. “Pete, let go.” You said, giggling lightly.

He let you go long enough for you to stand up before standing up himself and wrapping his arms around you again, this time from behind you. You sighed, leaning your head back against his chest, knowing he would make you walk in this position.

The two of you waddled to the kitchen, Pete pressing lazy kisses to your neck the entire way there. You got out the ingredients for mac n cheese, setting them out on the counter. “Is cheddar okay?” you asked, turning your neck to meet his eyes, and finding a soft smile on his face. He nodded, pressing a quick, sweet kiss to your lips.

You preheated the oven and set a pot of water on the stove to boil, Pete finally moving off of you to jump onto the counter, grabbing handfuls of cheese as you began to grate it. You gave him a joking glare, which he returned with a wide smile.

Once the water began to boil you added the macaroni, mentally making a note of what time you would need to take it off the stove. You put butter on a saucepan, letting it melt as you measured out the milk, flour, cheese, and half and half. You added the ingredients and mixed, draining the noodles after six minutes and adding the sauce.

You moved to one of the cupboards above your head, searching for a dish to put your mixture into. You could see the glass pan above you, but you knew reaching it would require you growing an extra three inches. You frowned, preparing to jump up onto the counter when you felt a hand around your waist. “imagine being short.” Pete said with a chuckle, grabbing the pan with ease.

You turned around, pouting at him as he set the glass on the counter. His arms went to rest on the counter on either side of you, leaning down to be closer to you. “You’re mean.” You said, crossing your arms.

He laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips. “And you’re adorable,” he mumbled, kissing you again. His lips moved so well with yours, fitting perfectly together. Pete deepened the kiss, making you lean backwards with a smile. He whined, trying to kiss you again.

“Food, Petey.” You said, pointing to the stove. He sighed, moving his hands to let you move back over to your spot and finish making the food. Instead of returning to his counter, he followed you, wrapping his arms around your middle from behind and resting his head on your shoulder. You continued to work despite the man weighing you down, swatting his hands away when he tried to take pieces of pasta.

You pushed him back as you opened the oven, placing the glass pan with macaroni in it and setting the microwave timer for 20 minutes. Once you were done, Pete spun you around to face him. His hands rested on your waist, and you put your own around his neck.

“Dance with me” he mumbled, forehead resting against yours.

You giggled softly, “there’s no music.”

“We don’t need music.”

Pete started swaying you both gently, slowly spinning around the room. Your eyes were on each other the whole time, nothing else mattering but each other. Despite the lack of music and the tiredness in both of your eyes, it felt magical.

You didn’t notice Pete’s mom enter the kitchen, nor did you notice the smile on her face as she took out her phone and recorded the two of you. You didn’t notice anything other than Pete.

“I love you.” You whispered; a smile spread on your face.

Pete’s lips connected with your own, the kiss slow and sweet and lazy and perfect. “I love you too” he whispered after he pulled away.

You were brought out of your fairytale when the microwave beeped, alerting you that the mac n cheese was ready. You pulled away, grabbing an oven mitt and a towel, and pulling the glass pan out of the oven. Pete noticed his mom in the kitchen doorway.

“I came to get a glass of water but I didn’t want to interrupt your moment.” She said, a fond smile on her face.

A blush rose to your cheeks as you set the pan on the towel. “Do you want any?” Pete asked motioning to the dish.

She laughed, “at 4 in the morning? I’m good. But if there’s leftovers I might take some to work tomorrow.” You nodded, mentally noting to save her a piece. “Y/N made it, right?”

You nodded with a smile, laughing when Pete let out a “what is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m gonna get to bed, have fun you two.”

“Goodnight.” You called softly as she moved to her room before moving to grab a spoon, two forks, and two bowls. Pete left to the room, turning on the TV and flipping through Netflix to find a specific movie. You put the dishes in the sink, promising yourself you’d do them the next day, and then served yourself and Pete. You wrapped the remaining food and placed it in the fridge, walking to where Pete was.

You found him on the couch, blanket sprawled over him, and Scott Pilgrim vs the World queued up to play. You sat next to him, handing him his bowl, and smiling as he instinctively leaned into you. You spent the rest of the night eating and watching comedies on Netflix until you both passed out on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms.

#pete davidson #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson fluff

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