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storiesforallfandoms · 11 months
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favoritism ~ pete davidson
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request?: yes!
@absstark​ “Hi! Ik your requests are closed atm but if u are able to, would you please be able to write me a Pete Davidson x female reader where they are dating and she’s a writer at SNL? Thank you 😊”
description: in which he’s dating one of the writers of his show, so the cast often jokes about her favoritism for him
pairing: pete davidson x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two, three)
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It was actually quite ironic how everything started.
Pete was out at a bar with a couple of his SNL friends when he noticed a pretty girl sat by herself. He didn’t want to seem like a weird guy by just staring at her, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
He felt someone nudge him and he looked up to see they were all looking at him. “Sorry, what were you guys saying?”
Colin smirked at him. “Go talk to her/”
“What? No, I can’t.”
“Why can’t you?” Michael asked. “She’s alone over there.”
“For one, we don’t know if she’s actually here alone. She might have a date who’s in the bathroom, or she’s waiting for him to show up. She might even have a boyfriend who’s not here. And two, girls don’t like being approached by strange men in bars. She’ll probably think I’m a fucking creep.”
They were all giving him a similar look before Devon grabbed his shoulders, turned him towards the bar, and gave him a shove. He stumbled slightly, almost bumping into another person along the way. He regained his footing and glanced over at the woman to make sure she hadn’t seen. With the encouragement of his friends, he took a deep breath and made his way across the bar.
“Hey,” he started, very lamely. She looked up and gave him a polite smile. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, but my buddies kind of peer pressured me to come talk to you and I’m mainly doing this to get them off my back. If you just want to reject me, I’ll happily back off.”
She chuckled and glanced over Pete’s shoulder. “Are they the group very obviously staring at us right now?”
Pete followed her gaze to see his friends watching them like a pack of hawks. They didn’t even have the decency to look away when they were caught. Colin even smiled and waved his fingers at them.
“Yeah, those are my asshole friends,” Pete confirmed.
She smiled and waved at the group before turning back to Pete. “Here, sit with me. Give them something to talk about.”
Pete pulled up a stool next to her. He extended a hand towards her. “I’m Pete.”
“(Y/N). Nice to meet you.”
They talked at the bar for hours. They hardly noticed the other patrons starting to clear out or the blaring music starting to die down as the bar did its last call. Pete didn’t even notice his friends had left until the bartender had come to give them the last warning before closing. Before they parted ways, (Y/N) gave Pete  her number and told him to text her the next day.
“Just so I know you’re actually interested,” she had said before walking away.
And he had. The moment he woke up, he texted her, “Hope texting you this soon doesn’t seem to desperate, but I’m very interested - Pete.”
Near seconds later, he got a response. “I’d be a hypocrite if I called you desperate. I’ve been waiting for you to text me since I woke up.”
They texted back and forth all day. Pete was almost late to work because he was too busy texting to realize the time. When he arrived on set he was radiating with happiness. He hadn’t felt hits way in a long time. He had a really good feeling about this one. A strong feeling he hadn’t had before in any of his relationships. There was no doubts this time around.
His castmates noticed his good mood and asked what was up, but he just responded with a shrug and played it off. The guys who had been out the night before knew exactly where his good mood was coming from, but Pete decided to keep it to himself. He didn’t want to get too ahead of himself and tell everyone about (Y/N) just yet.
“Hey, Pete!” Lorne called as he spotted Pete making his way to set.
“Hey Lorne,” Pete said. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to introduce you to our new writer. She’s starting today, so try not to scare her away just yet.”
Pete chuckled, but it died off when Lorne stepped aside and gestured to the newbie. “(Y/N)?”
Her eyes widened, too. “Pete?”
“You two know each other?” Lorne asked.
“We met last night,” (Y/N) responded.
Lorne looked between the two of them. “You...met last night?”
“Not like that,” Pete assured him. “We met at a bar and just talked all night. We exchanged numbers, that’s it.”
Lorne had a skeptical look on his face that made Pete’s heart drop to his stomach. He knew how this was about to go: he would have to delete (Y/N)’s number and their messages, and he’d have to forget their would be romance before it even started. It was a HR issue, one that they would definitely not be allowed to explore.
This was the quickest broken heart he had ever gotten.
“You know, technically I should be sending you to HR to discuss this,” Lorne started. Both (Y/N) and Pete winced at the idea. “But that’s a lot of time and paperwork, and all that bullshit. So, I’m going to take both of your vocal promises that whatever this is will not interfere with either of your jobs.”
The two of them happily agreed. Lorne nodded and muttered something about leaving before he witnessed something he shouldn’t. That left (Y/N) and Pete alone, a slightly awkward tension in the air.
“You didn’t mention that you’re working for SNL,” Pete said. He meant it to come out lighthearted, but he winced when he realized how accusatory it actually sounded.
“I...actually didn’t know you were on the show,” she admitted. “You never mentioned it. You just said you were an actor.”
Pete chuckled. “Okay, we were both a little untruthful. Maybe we start over on the introductions.” He held his hand out to her. “Hi, I’m Pete. I’m a main actor on  Saturday Night Live.”
(Y/N) giggled and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Pete. I’m (Y/N), and I just got hired to write for Saturday Night Live.”
“Well, congratulations. And good luck on it. I heard the cast are all assholes, except for that Pete guy. So make sure you give all the funniest jokes to him.”
(Y/N) giggled again, looking down at the ground between them shyly.
It was the start to an amazing relationship. Pete could honestly say he hadn’t felt this happy in a very long time. They kept their personal lives separate from their work lives, which seemed to be the big key to making things work. Nothing was ever discussed about the show unless they were on set, and the minute they walked on the lost their relationship was put on the back burner until they left.
But the moments they had outside of work were some of the best moments of his life. He loved being with (Y/N) and spending most of his free time with her. He was trying not to go too fast with their relationship the way he had in past relationships, but it was hard not to be a bit optimistic with how well things were going.
Of course, dating a co-worker came with some teasing from other co-workers; especially when the other co-workers were fellow comedians. The main joke that the cast liked to tell was that Pete was getting favoritism from (Y/N) when it came to being given the best jokes.
It started during the table read for a skit. They were about halfway through when Punkie cut Pete off mid-joke to proclaim, “No fair, he’s getting the best jokes!”
Everyone stopped to look at her in confusion. They couldn’t tell if the look on her face was serious or not, so Pete asked, “Excuse me?”
“Your jokes here are so much better than mine,” Punkie said. “Must be nice sleeping with one of the writers.”
Punkie laughed, but Pete looked horrified by her “joke”.
“(Y/N) didn’t even write this sketch,” Kenan pointed out.
“That’s a very serious accusation, Punkie,” one of the producers commented.
“Come on, guys, it’s just a joke,” Punkie said. “I’m not mad. Just keep reading.”
Once they finished the table read, Pete decided to approach Punkie himself. “Hey, Punkie, listen. I know what you said was a joke, but...can you maybe be mindful of the way you say it? You could get (Y/N) into a lot of trouble if the wrong people heard what you said.”
“Pete, I didn’t mean it. Everyone knows (Y/N) isn’t actually giving you favoritism in the sketches.”
“I know, I’m just saying to work on your delivery. I really don’t want to have to deal with HR.”
“Okay, I get it. I’ll try to be more funny about it next time.”
And that was truly the wrong thing for Pete to say; for him to agree that if it was clearly said as a joke, that it was fine to say that (Y/N) favorited him. Because once he made the distinction that it was okay to do it in a joking matter, it was like the entire cast had decided they wanted to joke about Pete and (Y/N). It wasn’t anything new for the cast, they joked around with each other all the time. They were all friends, and you had to have a sense of humor if you were gonna be on SNL.
But man, after some time, Pete found it so much more annoying than his castmates meant it to be. He was trying so hard to separate his work life from his personal life, like Lorne had wanted, but now it was like his personal life was open season for all of his friends.
And it was definitely something (Y/N) had noticed. The jokes were never made to her face the same way they were to Pete’s, but she heard the whisperings or the aftermath of certain jokes when approaching Pete. She never said anything at first, which made Pete hope that maybe it didn’t bother her as much as it bothered him.
But one night, as they were leaving set, Pete noticed that (Y/N) seemed distracted. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him as they walked through the doors onto the lot.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asked.
(Y/N) nibbled on the inside of her cheek before she spoke, “Do your castmates really think I favorite you when writing?”
Pete stopped walking suddenly, causing (Y/N) to stumble a little. He turned to face her and she did the same.
“Baby, of course not. They’re only joking when they say that shit. No one actually believes it,” he assured her.
She shrugged. “I guess, but they say it so much. I’m starting to worry that they actually mean it but don’t want to say it, which could get us both in a lot of trouble if it ever comes back to HR.”
Pete put his hands on her shoulders. “Baby, I promise they do not mean it. If it ever got to HR, they would all swear up and down that they’re joking. They just like to poke fun at me because I had to fall in love with a new writer on set, out of all people. But it’s not serious, I can promise you that.”
A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “You fell in love with me, huh?”
Pete couldn’t help but smile too as his hands ran down her arms to take hers. “I would think that’s pretty obvious by now.”
“You haven’t said the big L word before,” she said. “So, I don’t know, I thought maybe this was all just for fun.”
He chuckled, knowing that she was joking about the last part. They both knew they were in this relationship for the long run. There was nothing “just for fun” about it.
But she was right in saying that he hadn’t said the big three words to her yet. Although he knew deep in his heart that he did love (Y/N), he hadn’t been ready to say the words to her just yet.
That big L word was out there now, though. So, realisitically, he was part way there.
“I love you,” he said.
He didn’t think the smile on (Y/N)’s face could get any wider, but it did. She lit up like Times Square and leaned closer to him.
“I love you, too.”
They closed the gap between them to kiss. It was meant to be a sweet, romantic moment for the two of them, but it was quickly cut off by someone calling, “Get a room you two!”
They pulled apart, chuckling at the reaction, before deciding to go home and do just that.
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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year
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Master list
I want to preface this by saying I’m sorry for forcing y’all to having to scroll to find my imagines this took like two days to make, also I hope you were not expecting some fancy and beautiful list I am not that talented but this will do the trick.
Also everybody needs to thank @pearlstiare cause she quite literally took me by the hand and walked me through the entire process out of the goodness of their heart, so thank you for being such a wonderful person. Without further or due, enjoy!
Part two of the masterlist
Full list of the characters I write for
Aemond Targaryen
You Are No Dragon
All For The Motherland
My Little Sea Snake
The Apple Of His Eye
Do You Love Me?
‘Till The Seven Rings Of Hell
Take Care Of Me, My Love
I Would Be Honored
Grow Forever, Never Yield
I Will Do It
Lead The Way
Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon
Aegon Targaryen
The Man You Deserve
I Spill My Blood For You
What’s Your Name?
I Want To Try
After You Little Pet
Queen Of My Life
Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon
Jacaerys Velaryon
Do You Want this?
Part One
Part Two
Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon
Cregan Stark
My hearts soldier
My Beloved Wife
Daemon Targaryen
My Moonlight
You Bled For Them, You Decide
Part One
Part Two
An Eye For An Eye
Your Sweet Princess
Are You Mad?
The Death Of Me
She Has Your Eyes
Left Or Right?
It Is Time
What Are You Waiting For Then?
My Turn
We’ll Finish This Later
The Sunflower Of Highgarden
A Risk Taker
Gods Have Mercy
My Dragon
Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon
Tywin Lannister
I Got You, Little Wolf
The Bloody Princess
Massimo Torricelli
Fire And Flame
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
Sherlock Holmes
It’s Alright Darling
You Are Family Now
Napoleon Solo
I Got You
Henry Cavill
The Lady Of The House
Part one
Part two
Let Me Have This
Geralt Of Rivia
Protect The Queen
Part one
Part two
There’s Nothing Wrong With Submission
The Dream
Part one
Part two
You Are My Home
Rio
You Can Do Better
A Boy, A Girl And A Game
You Are My Light
She Will Learn
Pete Davidson
The Sun And Moon
Dating Pete Davidson (Spiritual Edition)
Cedric Diggory
You Sneaky Little Fox
Draco Malfoy
We’ll Get Caught
Carlisle Cullen
What’s For Dinner?
Do I Have To?
One Way To Find Out
Just Like You
Of Course Precious
What’s Your Biggest Fear?
Off To Bed For You
Aro Volturi
Lamb For Slaughter
Emmett Cullen
Sir, This Is McDonald’s
That’s My Girl
Edward Cullen
Let Me Do Better
Jasper Hale
Pleasure Is All Mine
Niklaus Mikaelson
You Started This?
Part One
Part Two
My Little Cub
Our Love Is Eternal
Mess Is Mine
Sounds Like Heaven
Maybe It’s Better This Way
Elijah Mikaelson
I Quite Enjoyed It
We’ll See About That
Kai Parker
You’ll Be Fine
See You Around Honey
Excuse Me?
Ivar The Boneless
She Is A Lady
Harwin Strong
I Promise
Look At Me, Princess
I Would Like That
Khal Drogo
Stay With Me
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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 month
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Lucky Dice
Pete Davidson x Male Reader
Request - Since no one had me this yet so I want to know if you can make a Pete Davidson x male reader where the reader and Pete been dating for 6 months secretly. So they finally think it's a good time to come out about the relationship. Instead of posting it on social media they instead make very large hints on SNL like in one skit Pete holds his boyfriend close
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You and Pete are in the backroom alone. You are sitting down on the couch, then he placed his chin on your arm.
“You seem nervous,” Pete said.
“Yeah, I'm nervous. We are going to let everyone know that we are dating” You said.
“We don't have to do this if you don't want to,” Pete said.
“We can do it. We will be fine” You said.
You kiss him on the lips then he kisses you back.
You and Pete have been dating in secret. You are the first guy that he started to date. You and Pete are always supportive of each other and you have always been there when he had meltdowns. You and Pete were friends first then he made the first move.
You and Pete go on stage and act out the first skit. In the second skit, you and Pete have to play as firefighters and everyone can see his hand on your waist. But you try to hold in your laughter but you try not to laugh at the names. In the third skit, you and Pete have to do a musical but you two don't sing. Pete tries not to laugh and he is holding your hand tight. His castmates are funny and you tried not to laugh but it was very noticeable. He hides his face on your shoulder and you struggle to say your lines. Then Pete kissed you on the cheek and you were in shock. When the skit was ending, you two were in the back but everyone noticed that Pete gave you a peck on the lips. You couldn't help to smile and he was just smiling.
You and your band have to perform a song. Before getting on stage you told him the song was for him and he starts to blush. Pete is enjoying the song and people notice how Pete is enjoying the song.
After the show, you and Pete didn't go to the after-party. You went to his apartment and you won't check your phone all night.
“The song was great” Pete smiled.
“Thanks. I'm going to avoid my phone for the night” You said.
“Why? Oh, is it because we came out” Pete said.
“Yeah, I never did anything like that before,” You said.
“It’s new to me also. I like how you didn't pressure me to do it. Stay the night” Pete said.
It was his idea to, show hints during skits.
“Okay, I will stay the night” You smiled.
All Night, you and Pete didn't check online about SNL. But a lot of people started to talk about you and Pete. Your social media platforms got so many comments about Pete and more. Instead, you and Pete had dinner and then talked about something else. Then you watch TV on the couch and Pete lies on top of you and you wrap your arms around him.
“Don’t move you are comfortable,” Pete said.
“I don't think I can't move,” You said.
“I’m comfortable now so what's the point of moving,” Pete said.
“Whatever” You giggled.
You and Pete watched TV for a little while, and then you two fell asleep.
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The next day… you checked online because you got so many alerts. There were so many questions about you and Pete. You showed Pete the questions on your accounts, he is surprised to see so many.
“That is a lot,” Pete said.
“Yeah. I didn't answer anyone’s question or make a statement” You said.
“Let’s not worry about them right now. Let's go get breakfast” Pete said.
“Good idea, because I'm starving,” You said.
You kiss him on the lips then he kissed you back.
You leave the apartment with Pete. While holding hands and heading to the restaurant, you and Pete hold hands. But a fan took a picture of you and Pete together and then posted it online. The picture went viral but you didn't focus on your phone. Pete deleted all his accounts a few weeks back.
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You are on your phone and you keep seeing new alerts about your relationship. Now, gossip blogs are talking about you and Pete. Everyone is talking about the skits that you two did together. Everyone wants to know if the relationship is serious or not.
You are doing a live Q&A on Instagram. You start to answer some random questions. While answering questions you are baking cookies. Then Pete walked in and you told him what you were doing, and then he waved at the phone.
“Here’s a question, is Y/n your boyfriend?” Pete said.
“Am I?” You asked.
Pete put his arm around your torso and pulled you closer.
“He is my boyfriend but I think he is after my money” Pete teased.
You playfully smacked his chest and he starts to laugh.
“Don’t lie” You said.
“I was just kidding, babe. He is my boyfriend and we have been dating for six months” Pete said.
Suddenly, you see positive comments for you and Pete.
“The other question is, how did we meet” You said.
“Oh, I remember. He was taking a picture with Sarah Paulson and I photobombed the picture then Pedro Pascal introduced him to me. We became friends then we started dating in secret. Babe, these cookies taste so good” Pete said.
“It’s true. I have the picture at my place in a frame” You said.
Then he kissed you on the cheek and he ate more cookies. Then you and Pete see comments from people who want to see the picture. Much later, you posted the picture and you started to get many likes and comments. Pete ate most of the cookies and he gave you the puppy eyes for you to bake more.
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samaraannhan20 · 8 months
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Pete Davidson Imagine: Visit
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Warnings: fem!reader, small town! reader
“Can you stop it?” I laugh as Pete continues to tickle me while we walk through the airport. “Oh, sorry,” I mumble to the person I almost run into because I’m doing my best to dodge Pete’s long fingers as they torture me. “Sorry!” he shouts, waving at the person who we had almost trampled. “Where did your family say they would be?” he asks as he finally stops messing with me and just takes my hand, effectively dragging me behind him since he is a little under a foot taller than me and has longer legs than I do. “In the pickup lane, in my mom’s car. But first we need to grab our luggage from the luggage claim. It’s that way,” I tell him, and point towards where I know the baggage claim is, and he starts to move even faster, pulling me towards it. “Can we maybe slow down Babe?” “Oh. Right, little legs. Sorry,” he says with a chuckle, in reference to Full House, a show I introduced him to. He slows  his pace  so that I can keep up with him while he walks. “When we get to your little town what are we going to do?” “Well, I thought we could maybe go to my grandpa's farm, and visit with him and the horses, and I could give you a little tour of the place I spent a good part of my childhood. And at the end of the nightI thought we could visit the ice cream shop in town. Then, the whole reason we came home is that this coming weekend is the town fair, so you’ll get to see all of the carnival rides come into town,” I tell him, swinging our arms and looking up at him as we come to a stop in front of the baggage claim. He walks over and grabs our bags as they come around the carousel, and practically runs back to me with them. “Okay, lets go. I wanna see Momma L/N!” he says when he gets back to me, and I point him out the doors towards where I know my mom will be, waiting in the car. “Bubs, you just saw her a month ago when she came out for the premier of Bupkis,” I say as we walk out the door, laughing at the fact that he’s so excited to see my mom. “I know, but with everything that was going on that weekend we barely got to talk. I’m excited to actually spend time with her this week,” he says, pulling me into a hug as we stop where the pick up area begins. I look up at him and stretch up on my toes as he leans down to give him a kiss, and just as our lips connect my mom pulls up beside us. “Hey!” she says through the open window. “If you two keep that up you’ll be the front page of all the tabloids. You may be home, Y/N, but Pete is still a celebrity,” she says to you in a teasing tone, with a small laugh and a smile on her face as Pete loads the suitcases in the trunk of the car. “Let Pete sit in the front,” she continues as I open the front door. “He has longer legs than you.” “Whatever mom,” I respond with a laugh, and climb into the back. Pete shuts my door behind me, and sits in the front seat, pulling his door shut. “Hi Momma L/N,” he says, leaning over to give her a hug. “Hi Pete,” she says with a laugh as she hugs him back, and then they separate and she starts driving us towards the house. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Is my old car still in the garage?” I ask as we turn off the highway and into my small town. “Yes. I had your brother take it for a drive last week to make sure it would be okay for the two of you to use this week,” she says as we turn down the street my old house is on. I smile as we pull into my driveway, and practically leap out of the car when it comes to a stop. I run around to the back of the car, and open the trunk, pulling Pete and I’s suitcases out. “Come on P!” I shout as I run up to the front door, whipping it open, only to be met by my childhood dog jumping all over me. “Luna!” I squeal as I bend down to catch her, effectively abandoning mine and Pete’s bags behind me. I walk into the house holding her, and hear Pete groan as the door slams in his face as he grabs the bags. My mom laughs and opens the door for him, and takes one of the bags from him as they enter the kitchen, where the door we came in leads. “Y/N, are you going to take the bags up to your room?” my mom asks, standing in the hall that leads to the stairs, which subsequently lead up to my room. “Yeah, we’ll be back down in a bit,” I respond, and she nods, before turning and heading in the direction of her bedroom. I grab the suitcase she had been holding, and start the process of dragging it up to my room. Pete trails slowly behind me, and Luna runs up the steps in front of us, and by the time we make it up the stairs is sitting at the top panting like she’d just run a marathon. We cross through the room that separates the two bedrooms up here, and step into my room. “You can just put the suitcases over there, we can unpack them later,” I say, sliding my suitcase to the place I had pointed at, and then flopping on my bed. He moves both suitcases there and then flops onto the bed next to me. “What time is it?” he asks me when he settles, after pulling me into him. “Um,” I say, bringing my wrist to a point where I could look at my watch, “3:30. I wonder when dinner will be. Do you think we have time for a nap?” I ask him, moving out from under his arm so that I can sit up. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to go talk to my mom,” I tell him, and then stand up and cross to my doorway. I close the door behind me as I exit, knowing that he’s probably going to fall asleep as soon as I leave, and then head towards the stairs to go down and talk to my mom. “Hey honey,” she says when I cross into the living room. “Hey momma,” I respond, and sit down next to her on the couch. “What are we doing for dinner and when? I wanted to know if I could take a nap beforehand.” “Oh, we were thinking that we could go to the Mexican Restaurant for dinner tonight. If you want to take a nap we can go around 6:30 or 7.” “Awesome, thank you momma!” I say, and then turn and give her a kiss on the cheek before standing up and heading back to my bedroom. Sure enough, by the time I enter the room again, Pete is asleep on my bed. I slowly close the door behind me, and make my way over to the bed. I lay down next to Pete, and as I close my eyes, I feel him pull me into him. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Y/N!” The sound of my name being shouted up the stairs startles me awake, and Pete as well. “We’re leaving for dinner in twenty minutes. Be ready by then!” my mom shouts from the bottom of the stairs. I shoot up in my bed, and smack Pete in the chest to make sure he starts moving. I stand up from the bed and cross to my vanity, sitting in the chair in order to slip my shoes on. As I do that Pete sits on the edge of the bed and puts his shoes on. He grabs our phones off of my bedside table, and then we both head out the door and go downstairs. “Hey Mom, we’re ready to go,” I say as we get downstairs. “ Are we all driving together or should I drive Pete and I? Also who all is going?” “I think me, Garret, and your brothers are going. And I think your Grandpa said he was going to meet us there.” “So, should we take my old car and the rest of you go in yours?” “Yeah, that sounds good,” she says, and then grabs my old car keys off the counter. “Do you want us to leave now and get us a table?” I ask her as I take my keys out of her hand. “Yeah go ahead. We’ll be there not long after you,” she replies. I nod my head and grab Pete’s hand, and we head out the door to head to the car. We drive through the town on our way to the restaurant, with my hand intertwined with his, resting on the center console,  and I point out places I used to hang out, or places that had been my favorite restaurants. The buildings where I had worked in small town boutiques, that are no longer open and are either empty buildings or they have a new business in them. “And that one is now owned by two people who I graduated with,” I tell him as I point at one of the small businesses. “Funny story, they were not together in high school. In fact, she was dating his best friend and he was dating her best friend. Around my sophomore year of college they got engaged to each other, and I was shocked. As far as I know they no longer talk to the other two.” “Ah, small town gossip, nothing better,” he says, and raises our hands up to his to kiss my hand while I drive. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ When we get to the restaurant I pull into a parking spot, and we head in to get the table for everyone.  It isn’t long after we get there that the rest of my family shows up, and we all order and chat it up as we wait for our food. Pete ordered a quesadilla, I ordered chicken enchiladas, and my family ordered what they usually order. While we sit waiting for our food, my grandpa starts to ask Pete questions, even though he’s met him before. “So, Pete, you’re a comedian?” he asks, even though I have told him that information before. “Uh, yes sir,” he says, and I can tell that he’s starting to get nervous, so I slide my hand over his under the table. “I actually have a show that came out recently, that’s based on my life, with some fictionalizations in it.” “I’m really proud of him,” I say, looking between my grandpa and Pete. “I mean, I know I wouldn’t be able to make a sitcom about my life, and it’s been…” I trail off, not wanting to say what I was thinking. I know that if it was just Pete and I would be able to say it, because we’ve discussed it before, but I don’t want to say it in front of my whole family. “That can’t have been easy,” my grandpa responds, “making a show about your life. From what I’ve heard,  both from news and from my granddaughter, you’ve had a rough go of it.” “Yeah, for a while,” Pete says, ducking his head down, and I think that he’s done, but then he speaks up again. “But then I met Y/N, and it really perked up,” he says, and leans over and kisses me gently, right as the food gets brought out. We spend the rest of the dinner making small talk before we pay and head out. We stand outside talking for a few minutes, before getting in our respective cars and heading home. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “How full are you?” I ask Pete as we sit down in the car. “Pretty full.” “What about dessert?” I ask him, turning to face him in the car. “Baby, you know me. I’m always up for dessert,” he says, and then pulls me in for a kiss. “Great. Me. Too.” I say, pausing between each word to kiss him. “Okay,” I start when I finally pull myself away from him, “Let me text my mom, and tell her that you and I will be home after we stop at the town ice cream shop.” “Sounds good babe,” he says, and then uses apple play to turn on a playlist for the drive. After I text my mom I pull out of the parking spot and head towards the ice cream shop. When we get to the ice cream shop we head in, and stand in line, with his arm wrapped around my waist. I order what I usually get, lucky that they have it in stock, and then look at Pete. “What are you going to get babe?” “What do you recommend?” he asks me, staring at the options in front of him. “Well, I got Peach, but I also really like their coffee flavor, or any of the other fruit flavors,” I tell him. He nods, and then orders a scoop of the coffee flavor, and a scoop of the chocolate raspberry.  We go and sit in one of the booths with our ice cream. “So what did you think?” I ask him after we finish our ice cream and are just sitting there. “Delicious. Best ice cream I’ve ever had,” he says, and grabs our empty cups to go put them in the trash. When he gets back he holds out his hand, and I take it. “Shall we go home?” he asks, and I nod my head and we head out of the shop. We head back to my house, and head up to my room to go to bed. He goes into my room, while I head into the bathroom to do my skincare. After I finish in the bathroom, he heads in to do his skincare (he washes his face with water) and I go into the bedroom to change into pajamas. By the time I’m changed Pete has come back in the room and is about to lay down. “Are you ready to go to bed?” I ask him as he plugs in his phone. “Yeah. Are you?” “Yeah,” I say and lay down. “Can you hand me the remote so I can turn on a show and the sleep timer?” He nods and reaches behind him to the shelf in the headboard it was resting on, and grabs it before handing it to me. As I turn on the tv and go to choose a show he lays down and wraps an arm around me, and then tugs me to him. I laugh as he starts to tickle me, and smack his hands away. I lay down with my head on his chest, and we fall asleep cuddling like that. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Okay, turn left at this next road,” I tell Pete from the passenger seat. We are currently driving to my grandpa’s house, but I let him drive this time, since I know how to get out here, and he likes being the one to drive, even if he doesn’t know exactly where he is going, unlike me.  I continue to give him directions, until we turn into the long driveway. As soon as we stop, I jump out of the car and run up to the door. “Gramps!” I exclaim as I walk in the door, and see my grandpa standing in the kitchen. I run over to him and give him a huge hug, because it’s been a few months since I last saw him.   “Hi Sweetie,” my grandpa says as we hug, and when we separate Pete is already behind me and holds his hand out. “Nice to meet you Sir,” he says as he and my grandpa shake hands. “Nice to meet you too, son,” Gramps replies. “I’ve heard so much about you from Y/N that I feel like you’re already part of the family. Call me Gramps.” “Oh, um, okay… Gramps,” Pete says, a little shocked. “Gramps, I'm going to take Pete out to show him the barn, but we’ll be back inside in a bit,” I tell him, and then turn back towards the door. “Okay, the horses are out back,” he says and I nod in understanding before heading out the door again. “Wanna go meet my horse?” I ask Pete as we step outside. “I would love to,” he responds as he wraps his arm around my waist, and we walk side by side out to the pasture where the horses are. “This is Shadow. He’s my horse, so to say,”  I say to Pete as I pet the horse that is standing in front of us. “He was never trained to ride because when they tried when I was young he bucked my grandma off and broke her finger. And she had to be life-flighted because she hit her head. So when it comes to riding we usually ride the paint, Dancer, or Coye. They’re the oldest two.” “Do you ride often?” “Um, no not really. We used to, or I used to, but Gramps has gotten older and so have the horses, so we don’t really ride anymore,” I tell him, and he nods in understanding. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Pete,” I said as we lay in bed the night before we’re supposed to leave. “Yeah baby?” “Thank you.” “For what?” he asks me, confusion lacing his voice. “For loving me. For going against your roots and visiting my small country town with me. For treating my family like your own. For… I guess everything.” “There’s nothing I would rather do,” he says, and pulls me into a deep kiss.
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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
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"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."
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iluvblondeboys · 2 years
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can you do something about pete being asked about the reader in an interview (if you write for pete)
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Pete Davidson X Reader
Summary: Pete Davidson gets asked about (Y/N) on live TV
Vibe: Fluff w/ mentions of sex but no actual sex
Word Count: 721
Note: N/A
"Please welcome comedian and actor, Pete Davidson!" Jimmy Fallon announced standing up out of his seat, the crowd cheered and clapped as Pete walked out from backstage with a goofy smile on his face.
After giving Jimmy a brief hug he waved to the crowd as he made his way over to the chair next to Jimmy's desk.
"Thank you for being here, we appreciate you coming on again." Jimmy said as the crowds cheering settled down and he sat back down in his own seat.
"Thanks for having me!" Pete replied. "So let's just get right into this" Jimmy said smirking as he turned to Pete, the crowd, knowing exactly what Jimmy was going to ask about, started cheering once again.
"So your good friend Machine Gun Kelly posted a video to his Instagram story yesterday and caught in the background was you and (Y/N) sharing a kiss..." Jimmy started.
"Oh my god Colson" Pete sighed, shaking his head. Pete had no clue his best friend had posted on Instagram that night, it was supposed to be a small get together between Pete, (Y/N), Colson, and Megan.
They had all decided on a little double date movie night at Colson and Megan's house to celebrate Pete and (Y/N) officially starting their relationship. Colson just happened to catch them at a bad time, they had shared a small kiss when Pete just got back to the couch after getting a snack, and of course Colson decided to take the video then.
"We actually have the video right here." Jimmy said, pointing to the screen behind Pete. Pete turned his head to watch the video along with the rest of the audience.
The video displayed a view of the entire living room, showing the large TV screen that was playing the newest 'Spiderman' movie, the coffee table that was covered with snacks and drinks, and then finally, the couch. Mistakenly, the camera caught Pete pressing a kiss to (Y/N)'s lips.
The crowd began cheering once again as a rosy color spread across Pete's cheeks as he tried to mask the smile that was fighting to takeover his face.
"So tell us, Pete, what's going on between you and (Y/N)." Jimmy asked.
"I mean, fuck, I guess I can't deny it since everyone just saw it. Me and (Y/N) have been dating for a couple weeks now." Pete laughed as he talked.
"And how's that going?" Jimmy asked, irking for more information.
"It's going good. (Y/N) is awesome and she matches my personality so well. Is that what you people want to hear?" Pete said, he was trying not to seem too sentimental and soft but it was hard when it was talking about someone he loves so much.
"So how did you two meet?" Jimmy asked, knowing exactly what everyone watching wanted to know.
"We actually met through Colson. He's been with friends with her for years, and coincidentally I've had a crush on her for years." Pete said laughing at himself before continuing, "He invited us both to his album release dinner and of course, he made sure we were assigned to sit next to eachother and we pretty much hit it off right away." Pete said, trying not to give away too many details, but Jimmy wasn't gonna let him off easy.
"When you say you hit it off right away, what do you mean by that?" Jimmy asked.
"You're on your A-game today, huh Jimmy?" Pete said and Jimmy just chuckled, wanting Pete to answer the question.
"She's gonna kill me for telling this story, but I'm gonna do it anyway. So we obviously started talking because we were sitting right next to each other, and let's just say we both get the same way when we're drunk... a little... frisky if you will. And yeah, you all know how the rest goes." Pete said laughing at the story, it was an odd meeting story, but he was a man of the people.
"Wow, okay Pete, thank you for that." Jimmy said, sounding surprised that that's how they met.
"You're so welcome Jimmy!" Pete started, looking at Jimmy, "And (Y/N), I'm sorry for telling that story, I love you, don't kill me." Pete said, cheesily smiling at the camera.
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petexsmd · 2 years
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my edit :)
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luis-mendozas-girl · 5 months
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Hello loves ❤️💓
My name is mickey and I write fanfiction and head cannons and incorrect quotes ✏️😁
If you would like to request something feel free to or if want to ask me a question feel free
Who i write for
Hermione Granger
Fred Weasley
Jj maybank
John b Rutledge
Sarah Cameron
Anakin Skywalker
Obi wan kenobi
Peter maximoff
Pietro maximoff
maddison Montgomery
Lando Norris
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your gift ~ pete davidson
word count: 1211
request?: yes!
“Could I request an imagine where you and pete are spending christmas together and you come im just wrapped in wrapping paper like you’re his gift and he just bursts out laughing because he’s awkward like that?”
description: for their first christmas together, she decides to give him an extra special gift
pairing: pete davidson x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two)
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It had been many years since I had spent Christmas with a romantic partner. I didn’t expect too much for my first Christmas with Pete. We had only been dating for a few months, so I figured at most we might go see some Christmas lights and drink some hot chocolate. Imagine my surprise when he asked me if I wanted to spend Christmas Eve with him.
“If you didn’t already have plans with your family that is,” he said. “I know Christmas is supposed to be, like, a family thing.”
“I was going to ask you the same thing. You don’t want to spend it with your mom?”
He waved away my comment. “Please, she is basically insisting I spend it with you. Anything to get me out of the house.”
So, we agreed that he would stay to my place on Christmas Eve before we went to spend time with our respective families. From the moment Pete asked, I found that I was very excited for this Christmas.
We did way more of the cutesy couples Christmas stuff than I anticipated. We went to look at the Christmas lights around my neighborhood, got candy cane hot chocolate, got matching Christmas pajamas (well, I got the set, Pete just got the pajama bottoms). He even insisted on us decorating my Christmas tree together.
With every memory we made, the happier my heart became. It was probably the best Christmas I had ever had.
The night of Christmas Eve, Pete and I were curled up on the couch eating pizza we had ordered and watching some classic Christmas movies. I had a warm blanket thrown across my lap and that, plus the heat from Pete’s body, was enough to feel like I was going to be lulled to sleep. I closed my eyes and was close to drifting off until I felt Pete move under me.
“You’re not falling asleep already, are you? It’s not even 9pm,” he said.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him, sheepishly. “Can you blame me? I’m just so comfy, I could fall asleep right here.”
“You can’t fall asleep before presents.”
This sparked me enough for my eyes to open wide and to sit me upright on the couch. “Presents, you say?”
“Yeah. Haven’t you ever opened at least one present on Christmas Eve?”
“Not since I was a kid.”
“Well, if you don’t want to we don’t have to exchange gifts yet.”
“Now, I didn’t say that.”
Pete chuckled and stood from the couch. I watched him go, nearly bouncing with excitement. When he came back, he had both hands behind his back.
“I tossed it in a gift bag because my wrapping skills suck, so it won’t be that fun to open,” he said.
“All presents are fun to open. Just gimme,” I said, extending my arms and doing the grabby hands at him.
He laughed and pulled the bag from behind his back. I took it and ripped the paper out to reveal a stuffed bear inside. When I took the bear out and squeezed it, Pete’s voice came out of it saying, “Merry Christmas, baby.”
I looked up at Pete, who was smiling brightly at me.
“It’s from Build-A-Bear,” he said. “They had a Christmas line of bear clothes or whatever, and the workers there said that people usually recorded voice messages for whoever they were gifting to. Do you like it?”
It was a sweet brown teddy bear with a red and green Christmas sweater and little images of candy canes on its feet. I hugged him close, Pete’s voice repeating the earlier phrase.
“I love it,” I said.
“I thought you might. Just in case, though I did get you something else with the bear.”
I held the bear out to see a golden locket around its neck. When I opened the locket, there was a picture inside. It was one of the first pictures Pete and I took when we started dating.
I stood from the couch and wrapped my arms around Pete. “Thank you so much. I love them both, Pete.”
“I’m glad you do, honey.”
Now was the part where I had to make up some reason why I didn’t have Pete’s gift.
I had meant to tell him when he came over. I had gone to my sister’s place to wrap presents and left them there so she could bring him over to our parent’s place. I realized only after getting home that Pete’s gift was left there, too. I was planning to give it to him on the day after Christmas after spending time with family.
And now, after he had given me the best gift I could’ve ever received, I had to tell him I didn’t have one to give back to him.
Unless...
I pulled away from our embrace to look at Pete. “I have to go get your gift. Stay here.”
“Okay.”
I went to my bedroom and dug wrapping paper out from the back of the closet. I unrolled a very long strip and ripped it from the roll. I managed to wrap it around my torso and legs, taping a few pieces down so it stuck to me. I grabbed a red bow as well and stuck it to my forehead for effect.
“Okay, make sure you close your eyes!”
I heard him laugh but got no further response.
“Are they closed?” I asked.
“Yes (Y/N)!”
I quickly shuffled out form the room, trying not to rustle the paper too much. Pete was sat back down on the couch, his eyes closed and the bear he had given me sat on his lap as they both waited. I positioned myself in front of him, making sure the wrapping paper would stay up and the bow stayed on, before saying, “Okay, you can open your eyes.”
The minute he looked at me, Pete burst out into laughter. I started laughing with him, knowing how ridiculous I looked.
“I think I already have this gift,” he said, standing from the couch again. “Did you keep the receipt? I may have to return it.”
“Nope. You’re stuck with it.”
“Oh well, I like it enough.”
I giggled as Pete leaned down to kiss my lips.
“I do have an actual gift for you,” I assured him. “I just left it at my sister’s. I meant to tell you and totally ended up forgetting. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry. I don’t mind waiting to get it. And besides, this gift is the best thing you could’ve ever gotten me.”
Oh, how he makes my heart flutter.
He kissed my again, the crinkling of the wrapping paper reminding us that I was still “wrapped up”. Pete looked down at me and started laughing again, shaking his head at me.
“Can I unwrap more than just this paper?” he asked.
“Well, we do have all night.”
Pete made quick work of ripping the paper from around my body and tossing it to the floor, along with the red bow on my head. He picked me up in his arms and carried me back to my bedroom, our pizza, the movie, and my new stuffed friend forgotten on the couch.
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thebadboyfanclub · 2 years
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Dating Pete Davidson headcanon (spiritual edition)
So I always loved this man and I'm really happy he is getting the recognition he deserves so I decided to post this. Enjoy!
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When you mentioned spirituality and crystals he was respectful but interested
"So what does this crystal do?" Was a common question as he looked at your new purchases
He knew not to touch your crystals cause one time he did and you explained that now you had to cleanse them again
Sometimes he would go at your altar (whether that's deity work or just a place to have your stuff) and just look at all the stuff you got
He actually started to meditate with you, you suggested it for his stress and since he had tried everything he gave it a shot
He got so excited when you bought him crystals, he even facetimed colson to show him "look at this shit dude, apparently this is uhhhh uhhhh oh for protection"
Sometimes he would come to you like a tired kid and tell you "hey I don't feel good can you like… clean me?" "You mean cleanse?" "yeah"
 He even started going to metaphysical shops so he can buy you gifts for your anniversaries and other occasions, tarot decks, crystals, sage, whatever the employee suggested
Sometimes he would tease you just to ruffle your feathers, like when you made what he called "magic juice" which was moon water or he would say his girl is "fucking with that witchy shit" during his stand up
He would never admit it but he liked to observe you do your thing, like shuffle your tarot decks or play your singing bowls
 when he was nervous or excited about a project he would ask your pendulum about it
He love to listen to you when you explained stuff to him, like the phases of the moon, astrology, he even memorized his birth chart 
He fully trusted your intuition especially when it came to new people in his life "hey babe, what do you think of him?" He asked every time he introduced you to someone new just to make sure they passed your "vibe check" 
His mom and sister loved you, his sister was pretty close to you and started to pick up some stuff, the reason behind it was "just to make sure I'm safe" and his mom only cared that you made Pete happy 
He even let you use your "special time" for your manifestations, of course you asked for consent when it came to spells that had to do with him and the answer was always "I'm already in it, so might as well make sure you ain't leaving"
He loved to see how happy you got when you spend time in nature, he could listen to you talk all day about how can you use stuff you find for your and how to be respectful when you want to take something
He was a bit weirded out at first when he would just catch you listening to healing frequencies but now he loves them, he would even put some on when he was
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chaosmenu · 11 months
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i Do think its funny when people are like "this actor is a nepo baby" because well. you guys are going to freak when you find out that the entire film industry is nepotism
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samaraannhan20 · 3 months
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Pete Davidson Imagine: Puppy Love
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A/N: This post is based on this request I received a few months ago. I hope you enjoy it @justah0pelessr0mantic !
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Pete Davidson x shy!reader w/ problematic puppy
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“Hey babe?” I hear from the kitchen as you exit the bathroom, still rubbing the moisturizer into my skin. 
“Yeah?” I respond as I step into the kitchen. As I walk in I stoop down to rub our new puppy’s head before walking around the kitchen island to where Pete is standing, and taking a bite of the toaster waffle he is holding in his hand. He chuckles as I slowly back away while chewing. 
“What did you tell me earlier needed to be done today?”
“Oh, um, I was going to go grocery shopping,” I start as I look for something to snack on for breakfast besides Pete’s waffle, and then shut the fridge door when I realize there is nothing, hence the reason I was going to go shopping today. “Maybe look for a dress to wear to your mom’s house on Christmas Eve. Why?”
“You don’t have to wear a dress. The three of us always wear pajamas. Also, do you mind if I come shopping with you? I was wanting to get out of the house today,” he says, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me. 
“Yeah you can come with. And if we’re going to wear pajamas, what if you and I got cute matching ones? At Target?” I ask him, looking up at him and pouting.
He leans down and kisses me, before pulling back and saying “You just look so cute when you pout like that, I can’t say no.” He kisses me one more time, before handing me my usual coffee cup and gently turning me back towards our room. Go get dressed you loon,” he says, before placing one more kiss on my lips, and playfully smacking my ass as I walk away. 
I pause after taking a couple of steps. “Do we still have puppy pads to put in the area we have blocked off for when we have to leave Peanut at home?” I ask, turning back to look at Pete. 
“We do for today, but those should go on your list,” he responds, and I nod, turning again and heading for our room.
I walk back into our room, and cross quickly to the closet, shedding the pajamas I was wearing as I walk in. I browse through my side of the closet, deciding on a pair of flare pants and an oversized sweatshirt. After I finish getting dressed, I bend down and grab my platform Uggs off the shelf before heading back into the other room. As soon as I sit down again, Pete comes walking in from outside, with a look of annoyance on his face. 
“The puppy took a shit in the living room again. I just put him out, but we have to really start getting his training started. I’m tired of cleaning up dog shit and I can tell you are too.  What do you want to do?” he asks, crossing the room while talking so he is standing in front of me. I let go of the boot and I was about to slip on my foot and let it drop to the ground, before leaning back and staring up at the ceiling with a groan. 
I hear Pete bend down and pick my boot up, and then I feel him slide the boot onto my foot. When the boot is on, he pulls me to a standing position and wraps his arms around me. “We can train him, and it won’t take long. We just need to actually start trying,” he says, and then places a kiss to the top of my head before pulling away. “I’m going to bring him in and put him in his space and then we can go. While I drive you can look up good training tools,” he tells me, and then heads toward the sliding door that leads to our backyard. 
I sigh one more time, and then grab my purse off the counter, along with Pete’s car keys, and head into our garage to start the car and start looking for training techniques. 
By the time Pete gets out to the car I have already read an article that showcased points that I believe will work for us, and have added the things that I believe we will need to the list. As we drive I explain my plan to Pete, and he agrees to it. Before we even reach the store we have a plan for helping Peanut. 
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When we start our shopping at Target it feels like no one is paying attention to us, which is how I prefer it, and unusual for when you are dating a celebrity. I decide to relish in the idea that no one has noticed him, and I decide to start with the christmas pajamas, heading straight to that section of the store after getting Starbucks from the cafe at the front. Pete no longer drinks coffee from Starbucks, but I can never go on a Target run without getting it. Pete pushes the cart as I walk next to it, telling him where to go while sipping on my Pink drink. When we reach the Christmas section I meticulously look through each of the sets of pajamas, deciding if we want ones with a funny phrase on them or just a patterned one. I decide on a simple plaid pattern, and hold it up to Pete with a smile. 
“I feel like I could order something funnier or cuter on Amazon, but what if we get these and do that? That way we had a pair we could wear to Amy’s on Christmas Eve and then a pair to wear just the two of us on Christmas?” 
“Whatever you want to do Baby,” he says with a small smile on his face. I grin, and toss my arms around his neck planting a big kiss on his lips. When I go to pull away he pulls me even closer and kisses me again, before letting go and pulling away. I grab both of our sizes and toss them in our cart, smiling down at them. When I go to turn around and see if they had a small enough dog-size for our puppy, I notice someone standing at the end of the aisle staring at the two of us, with their camera pointed right at us. I knew in that moment that they had without a doubt caught the moment of us kissing, and I immediately begin to feel a panic attack coming on. 
“Hey Pete,” I say quietly, turning back around and looking at him. I don’t want him to notice the person at the other end of the aisle, so I grab hold of the cart and start pushing it.  “Let’s go get the puppy stuff now that we have this.” He nods, and looks a little confused, but follows after me anyway. I walk quickly and quietly to the pet section, and whip the cart into the aisle with puppy pads in it before stopping suddenly. I ignore the questioning looks from Pete as I grab the puppy pads, some puppy shampoo, and then grab the cart and turn down the next aisle. I grab some small treats that will help with the potty training, and then decide to grab a small dog toy for a reward once he is trained. I take hold of the cart again and head towards the next section on my grocery list, still ignoring Pete’s glances of confusion. 
I rush through our grocery shopping as quick as possible, noticing more people staring at us in every aisle we go down. By the time we get to the checkout and are checking out, I look out the door and see the flashing lights of paparazzi. I can tell the exact moment that Pete notices it as well, because he starts shoving our groceries into bags quicker than he had been before, and before I know it we are completely checked out, and Pete has me sandwiched between him and the cart as we head out of the store and into the crowd of paparazzi. Luckily we had snagged a parking spot close to the front, and Pete opened the door and helped me get in the car, pressing a kiss to my forehead before shutting the door and going to the back of the car to put the groceries in the trunk. 
When he gets in the car, he starts it and quickly leaves the parking lot. He holds my hand as he drives, rubbing soothing circles over it. 
“I’m sorry,” he says about three minutes into the drive. I snap my head up, looking at him with a look of wonder and fury in my eyes. 
“Why in the hell are you sorry?” I ask him, and he sighs, glancing over at me before looking back at the road. 
“I should’ve ended the shopping trip that moment you suddenly got uncomfortable in the Christmas aisle. I just thought it would only be that one person and then we would be fine. Obviously I was wrong.”
“You saw them?” I ask him softly. He nods, and I put my head down. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think you had seen them and I thought ignoring it was better than trying to do something about it.”
“I thought the same thing” he says, and then we sit there in silence for a moment before we both crack up with laughter. We laugh for at least two minutes as he drives down the road, and when we pul into our garage the first thing I do is unbuckle and then reach across the car and pull his lips into mine. 
“I’m sorry I’m so shy and get so nervous in situations like that,” I whisper when I pull back. 
“I don’t blame you,” he says, kissing me one more time before pulling back again. “I also get nervous in those situations, but not really because of me anymore. Because of you,” he says, and I feel a tear slip out of my eye. “I’ve never cared or worried about anyone like I do you,” he says, and then pulls me in for another kiss.
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dead-un-arrival · 2 years
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ACTORS MASTERLIST
Nick Robinson
Thanks, James 💖
You are an up-and-coming director who recently wrote and directed a major film that is coming out soon starring Robert Downey Jr. and Jennifer Garner. While you are on “The Late Late Show with James Corden” you start talking about your interest in other actors; Nick Robinson in particular.
Pete Davidson
Hangover Confessions 💖
It’s your birthday and you’re in love with your best friend.
Tom Holland
Tea and Hot Cocoa 💖
Tom attempts to take the next step in your relationship.
Sebastian Stan
The Proposal 💖
Sebastian realizes he’s ready to spend the rest of his life with you and you finally get a break from work. This makes it the perfect opportunity for him to propose. Featuring: Chris Evans.
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autistichedgehogs · 1 year
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why are you getting hate you are *the* autistichedgehogs on tumblr.com /pos
for some reason despite sonic being an anthropomorphic, electric blue hedgehog that runs at the speed of sound, him being autistic is where the line is drawn. LMAO
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pixiedust0 · 2 years
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𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒
❥𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗,𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍.
❥𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 𝟷.𝟸𝙺
❥𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
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The low labor of her breathing worried him. Her lips that were once a beautiful baby pink were now pale color almost blue looking. Her tan skin was now a sickly white. The way her heart beat picked up on the monitor was to slow for his liking.
Her once beautiful long hair was now replaced by air. Due to all the chemotherapy. Which he didn't mind she looked beautiful anyway. He was so concentrated on her face he didn't hear his fiancé call out to him. "Bubba...Bubba... Cols." Her voice quivered as she studied him. Sharing a nervous glance to Pete and rook.
In short words he looked a mess. His hair was pushed every which way due to him tugging on it. His hand was clasped tightly on the girl next to him. She could tell he wanted her to be okay. He wanted you to be okay. "Colson" she tried once again. This time he released a 'hmm' noise as if he was asking her to continue.
Before she could say anything the doctor walked into the small hospital room. Causing Colson to stand quickly not letting go of your hand."Mr. Baker?" he questioned. "Colson." He replied with a quick nod. "I'm afraid to say that all the stress put on Miss Y/L/N body we aren't confident that she has long." Colson’s heart broke in his chest.
"There's gotta be something you can do right?" He couldn't lose you not after everything you've too been through."I'm sorry Colson but there is nothing left I or anyone else can do.I think you should prepare yourselves.I am deeply sorry." He gave a quick nod and with that left. Before anyone could say anything you slowly began to stir.
His eyes immediately snapped towards you and he was once again at your side. "We'll let you to be alone." Pete's voice cut the silence like a knife. Him and Rook giving you a quick kiss on the forehead and a sad smile before going to the lobby to tell the others. Megan slowly trailing behind.
Your eyes slowly opened and we're in tranced with the bright room. "Hey." His voice was slow and very quiet to not scare you. "I'm dying." It was the first thing you said. Your voice was scratchy and rough. "Don't say that." He quickly shushed you sitting on your hospital bed.
" I feel it. I feel my body shutting down. I'm so tired." The more you talked the more he wanted to cry because he knew that this was it. "Y/N..." he trailed off not knowing exactly what to say. "It's okay I'm okay." Her voice got weaker making his lips tremble. "Don't cry over me."her breathing got thicker.
"How am I not supposed to you started all this when you told me to kiss you now you're just leaving and I'm stuck here." Her eyebrows twisted in confusion as he began to explain all the important memories of the two.
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"Have you ever kissed anyone." The young teen asked the girl. "No." Her short answer made his heart jump. " Have you?" Her voice was quite but that's how you were. "No" he replied making her lips twist up in a smile.
"Why not?" He questioned her. " Just never found someone I wanted to kiss." She simply answered the two stayed silent after awhile. Her feet stopped moving towards the school the were walking towards causing the boy to stop.
"What are you doing." He asked. "Kiss me."she told him causing his breath to get caught in his throat. "I- what." His palms began to sweat from the nerves. "Kiss me Baker if your not scared." with out even thinking he grabbed her face and connected it with his. After awhile of being there together they had to pull away due to lack of oxygen.
"I've wanted to do that since the day we met."he tells her as he reconnects the two.
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"I think I love you." His heart picks up the pace as the words leave the girls mouth. "Unless you don't feel the same otherwise pretend I didn't even-." Before she could finish he placed his hand over the girls mouth causing her to stop talking.
"I think I love you too." Your eyes began to sparkle at his words.
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"So your asking me to change." He rolls his eyes towards the girl. "I'm asking you to stop killing your self by doing theses." She tells him picking up the small bag with the white powder "Your over dramatic." Losing his patience's he snatches the bag from her.
"I don't even know who you are anymore." By his expression she can tell that hurt him. "I was thinking the same thing." With that he grabs his keys and walks away.
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You paced back in forth with the test in your hand. Two lines meant one thing. You were pregnant. There was an thing inside you growing.
"Y/n!" Colson yelled as the door opened and closed behind him. You however couldn't move, you could barely breathe. So you just stood there looking at the test in your hands. His foot steps got louder and closer and next thing you knew he walked right into the bedroom. "Hey do you wanna-" his voice slow trailed off as he saw the test in your hands. "I'm pregnant." You said it to yourself mostly trying to believe it. His face broke out into the biggest smile ever.He swiftly picked you up and swung around. Causing laughs to escape your mouth.
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"Your pregnancy was unfortunately ectopic. My deepest condolences.” You and Colson were left alone in the room. You were starting at your hands and his foot was tapping on the floor.
"It wasn't your fault Y/n." He tried but your gaze never left your hands. "We can't try again okay.....it.. it wasn't you."your head barely moved but he knew you were saying okay.
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"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM." You scream at him it's seems like after the hospital all you do is fight. "YOUR MY PROBLEM." He spit towards you. "WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO YOU."  You we're tired of fighting.
"I'm not happy." His voice was quite and low almost inaudible. "Colson what ever it is we can fix it." You released a sigh hoping this was the end of fighting. "No Y/N I'm not happy with you." His words making you heart ache.
"You...you.. I ." Yo didn't know what to say. "I can't keep doing this we need.. to break up." You could have sworn you heard your own heart crack.
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A tear escaped his eyes. You raised your very weak hand and wiped it away. He leaned into your touch. "Megan's here your not alone." You try and reason. "Don't leave me please I ruined a ten year relationship but we can fix it okay. We can get married and have kids just don't leave. Cassie would love siblings." The more the tears fell from his eyes it's almost like the harder it was to hold on.
"Colson we can't we weren't meant to end up together and that's okay. It's okay." Her body grew weaker the harder she fought to stay. "Why don't we end this how we started it." A week laugh escaped her. "Kiss me Baker if your not scared." Colson have her a sad chuckle and for the last time connected there lips.
Once they pulled away. You heard him utter softly. "I wanted to do that since the day we met." The slow beat of the Monitor began to die out that's when Colson knew you were gone.
Beep...Beep.......beep..........beep............
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