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Pete Davidson Imagine: Puppy Love

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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At the Met

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress! reader

summary: You and Pedro, Hollywood's hottest couple, attend the Met Gala together, but when you find out your ex was invited too, things start going sideways.

warning: angst, jealousy, age-gap

a/n: this was a request by the lovely @vawnila but since I am delusional, I decided to merge it with yesterday's event bc this man...

Pt. 2

[ "And here they come! y/n y/l/n and Pedro Pascal, Hollywood's hottest couple!"

"wow, they look amazing" ]

You'd been to the Met before, and so had Pedro, but going as a couple was something much different, especially with all the talk you two had caused in the last six months. There wasn't a magazine or a blog that wasn't talking about your age gap or the way you'd both robbed millions of women and men of the chance to be with Hollywood's most desired bachelor and bachelorette.

The past few months had been a mess, and still, you didn't think you'd ever had that much fun.

Pedro was everything you had ever wished for in a man. he was kind and sweet and funny, and not any less handsome, he was perfect.

So when he took your hands in his as you walked up the carpet, you couldn't help but smile up at him, just for him to meet your glance with the same adoration.

The carpet was the easy part though, what actually scared you, was the dinner.

Being seated next to a bunch of celebrities you didn't know... that was your personal version of hell, but at least this year Pedro was gonna be next to you.

The first part of the dinner went well, the first moments were awkward as you had expected, but then the woman sitting opposite you broke the ice and everyone seemed to relax.

Pedro sensed your tension at times and tried to soothe you by placing his hand on your thigh, or murmuring something to your ear that most times resembled something like "We're almost done, sweetheart".

It was a good table, don't get me wrong, but there was something about knowing you were being watched and filmed and photographed by the world's most popular celebrities that always prevented you from fully calming down.

You were always on edge, only waiting for something bad to happen, until finally, your fear came to life.

You had excused yourself to go to the bathroom and were finding your way through the maze made of chairs and tables arranged in the room, when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey baby"

wait a minute,

you knew that voice.

You turned around, "Hi Nathan"

Of course you'd meet your ex here.

"Funny meeting you here" he grinned

"I had no idea you were coming"

"Neither did I about you, darling," he said, his eyes traveling up and down your body, not even pretending to not be checking you out "You're beautiful as ever" he complimented, his fingers tracing the side of your dress, and you just smiled, rolling your eyes playfully "really" he spoke, his voice lower "You're breathtaking, baby"

"thank you" You felt your cheeks get some involuntary color "You're not so bad yourself, you know?"

"why thank you" he joked "I wanted to find someone to have some fun with, but I think I might just have"

"Nathan..."

"What princess?"

You sighed "You can use my name y'know?"

"oh I know" he reassured "I just know how much you like when I call you names" he murmured, getting closer as he moved some hair away from your face "especially on some occasions"

"Nathan what are you d-"

"c'mon y/n you know what you mean to me," he said, his voice already resembling a beg "I'm not asking for anything, I'm just saying you know we could have fun... like the old times"

"Nathan I-"

"y/n I love you" he confessed, not for the first time since the breakup "You know I love you. I love you so much I can't live without you. This past year has been hell, and I know it's been the same for you. I need you y/n, and you need me, baby, we need each other." he spoke seemingly without taking a single breath, and you were frantically looking around you, praying no one was paying you two any mind "and I know you love me back, just admit it, we could start all over again, just forget all about the past" he implored.

"Nathan I have a boyfriend" you spat out

"who, that grandpa?" he mocked "I know you don't love him, he's just a-a phase, you know you should be with me. Deep down you know" 

You hadn't noticed how his hand had made its way to your arm.

"Let's go now, we can take my car and run away baby"

Your mouth gaped open but before you could speak, a barking voice intervened.

"go where?"

Your eyes traveled to your left, and just as you suspected, they met Pedro's.

Nathan, like the coward that he was, swallowed nervously as he looked back at you.

"nowhere," you said "Don't worry babe" you tried being casual, as you took a step toward your boyfriend, feeling grateful for a way out of that situation "Well it was nice seeing you Nathan, but I better go now," you forced a polite smile at him, as you intertwined your arm with your boyfriend's.

"goodbye buddy," Pedro said, in a more than slightly threatening tone.

"c'mon," you urged him, starting to walk away.

"think about what I said" Nathan spoke again, his tone deprived of all bravery all of a sudden.

You didn't even look back, just started to quicken your pace towards the table (Your need to use the bathroom had been long forgotten) when you felt Pedro tightening his arm's grip as he moved you into the trajectory of a private part of the gallery.

You frowned, once he stopped, looking around at the empty room.

"what is it?"

"What is it?" he repeated, clearly incredulous

"What?"

"What did he tell you?"

"Who"

"y/n..."

"Nathan?" you asked "Babe who cares, you know how he is, he's dumb, there's nothing I can do about it"

"tell me what he told you" you could see perfectly through this calm act.

You sighed "he told me he loves me and that I should run away with him"

"that's it?"

"Yes Pedro, that's it"

"What did you say?"

You gasped, offended and slightly annoyed "What do you think I told him, that I loved him back and to wait for me outside?!"

"What did you tell him?"

"Are you fuckin- I told him that I have a boyfriend"

He nodded perhaps satisfied "He was touching you"

"my arm" you reminded him.

"and your cheek" he reminded you too "this is the last time he does this" he decided "I'm gonna go talk to him"

"No, Pedro-" you grabbed his arm "I can deal with this on my own, plus, you're too mad, you can't go now"

"You've already dealt with this on your own, and it doesn't seem like you've made much progress"

You gasped, now actually mad "This is my problem, Pedro, you don't have anything to do with it"

"It's my problem too when it involves you"

"no, it's not."

"y/n I'm trying to help you"

"well I don't want your help, not with this"

"Why? 'cause it sure looks like you need it"

You scowled at him "fuck you"

"It's the truth y/n this guy's been bothering you since before we got together, that's not fucking normal"

"I know it isn't but I'm dealing with it in my own way"

"and I can't try my way?"

"well, I'm sorry if I don't want you to go out there and punch him, Pedro!" 

He paused, clearly as a part of him wanted to reply that he wouldn't have, another part informed him that there was a high probability he would have, in fact, punched the guy.

"y/n-"

"no you know what, I'm tired of this- this thing you do. I don't need to be saved, I can take care of myself"

"I don't doubt that, but I just wanted to help"

"you know you were not gonna help Pedro" You shot him a look "And I'm tired of this- jealousy" you sighed "I love you, Pedro, you know that, but if you don't trust me I don't understand how we could possibly have a relationship"

"I do trust you"

"then I could go out there and talk to Nathan right now?" you challenged "or you fear he might convince me, and I might run away with him?"

His jaw twitched.

"see" you breathed "just as I predicted"

" y/n-"he tried putting his hands on your waist but you stopped him.

"no, Pedro" you took a step back "Just-" you sighed "I need to be alone"

[ "Someone's coming out, it looks like... Pedro Pascal has just left the Gala"

"Where's the missus?"

"I don't see her"

"well you heard it here first folks, It looks like Pedro Pascal has just left the Met Gala with y/n y/l/n nowhere in sight" ]

Pt. 2

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➵ pogue on pogue macking - madelyn cline x fem!singer!reader | social media au (2)

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wwwmagazine @/madelyncline talks ‘Outer Banks’ Season 3, ‘Glass Onion’ and rumors about dating Pete Davidson after both announced recent splits from relationships

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yourusername words cannot even describe the overwhelming joy I feel by the positive response you’ve all shown to my new album! you really are the best fans, I love all of you

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celebritynews y/n y/l/n and Madelyn Cline spotted walking hand in hand at the Los Angeles pride parade😍🏳️‍🌈the two of them were for the first time seen together leaving a coffee shop in New Orleans, and the two of them have appeared in each other’s comment section on instagram from time to time.

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people Y/N Y/L/N and Madelyn Cline are suspected to be dating after being seen attending the Los Angeles Pride Parade together, holding hands. Sources claim the couple has been together for a while, after they met at one of Y/L/N’s concerts, which Cline attended.

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madelyncline the most beautiful girl in the world, the only thing I could look at for the rest of my life. my forever love. ~mon coeur

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study buddies ~ pete davidson

word count: 1510

request?: yes!

“Can I have a Pete Davidson smut request?

One where the reader is studying for an college  exam and is stressing out over it so Pete decides to help the reader out and helps relieve them their stress?”

description: in which he helps her to relieve her college related stress by being a “good study buddy”

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, oral - both fem receiving)

masterlist (one, two)

You were hunched over your desk for so long your back and neck  were starting to ache. Your eyes were burning from looking between your laptop screen and your textbooks. You hadn’t realized the sun had gone down and your study was plunged into darkness until Pete turned on the light and nearly blinded you.

“Babe, have you been studying all day?” he asked.

“I guess I have,” you responded. You stretched your arms above your head, your back and joints popping with the movement.

“Okay, that’s enough.” He entered the study and pulled you from your seat. “Come, it’s bed time.”

“I’m not tired.” Your eyes and exhausted body said otherwise, but you weren’t ready to give up studying yet.

“I don’t care, it’s relaxation time.”

You let Pete pull you towards the bedroom. The soft bed against your back felt like heaven. You couldn’t stop the sigh of relief as you relaxed into the mattress.

Pete chuckled and sat next to you. “Not tired, huh?”

“My body is definitely tired,” you admitted.

“Did you take any breaks at all today?” You shook your head, not meeting his eye. “(Y/N)…”

“I need to study, babe. This isn’t just another test, it’s my final exams. It’s the final exams. These decide whether or not I’ll graduate.”

“And you’ll pass them with flying colors as long as you’re not sleep deprived or starving or dehydrated from sitting at your desk all day and not taking breaks.”

You sighed and allowed yourself to relax into the soft bed. You knew Pete was right, but this felt different. It felt so much more important than any of the exams you’ve done before. It was the last obstacle you’d have to face in order to graduate. You were so close, you couldn’t afford to mess it up.

Pete laid on his side next to you, propping himself up on his elbow. He rested his other hand against your stomach, running his thumb back and forth over the slight sliver of skin showing on your stomach. You closed your eyes, just enjoying having him close, when you felt his hand moving lower.

“Is that okay?” he asked.

You nodded, not wanting to speak.

His hand continued downward. Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers skim over the waistband of your sweatpants.

“Is that okay?” he asked again.

When you nodded this time, his hand completely slipped under your pants and panties. You gasped as you felt his middle fingers press lightly against your clit. Your body responded to the gesture by bucking your hips, pressing him harder against you. He chuckled and you were so close that you could feel the vibrations of it coming from him.

“I guess that’s definitely okay,” he said.

“More,” you breathed. “Please, more.”

You felt his lips against yours as he slowly started to move his fingers against you. It was a painfully slow movement, but at the same time you didn’t want to rush him. You every press of his fingers sent chills of pleasure running through your body.

His fingers went lower and you let out a gasp that turned into a moan as one of them prodded at your entrance. He pressed his lips against your forehead and mumbled, “God, baby, you’re so wet already.”

You were a whimpering mess and he had only rubbed your clit a little. You would’ve felt embarrassed if you hadn’t been so desperate to feel his fingers inside of you.

You whined as you felt his fingers quickly pull out of your pants. You looked up at him in confusion as he moved towards the foot of the bed. His hands took hold of the waist of your pants, tugging them down your legs along with your panties. He discarded them onto the floor before laying down on his stomach between your legs. You could feel his breath against your core and you had to stop yourself from shoving his face where you wanted it most.

It didn’t take him long to place his fingers where they had been before, except this time he finally slid both of the long, slender digits into you without anymore teasing. You threw your head back and moaned, your back arching instinctively to the pleasure. With his free hand, Pete pushed your hips back down to the bed as the fingers inside of you curled to hit the right spot.

“Fuck,” you gasped. “Oh my God, Pete, that feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like that baby?” He had a smirk on his face. He was definitely pleased with himself for how good he was making you feel.

You moaned in response, which only made him seem more cocky.

Just when you thought you were at the maximum amount of pleasure you were going to feel, Pete lowered his mouth to your clit and licked a long stripe. Such intense pleasure coursed through you that your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your toes curled.

He continued mercilessly at your clit while roughly thrusting his fingers in and out of you. You weren’t sure if you’d last thought his ruthlessness. You already felt so turned on, so pleasured, you felt like you were going to be swallowed by the white burning pleasure you were seeing behind your eyelids. And honestly, you’d be okay with that. If there was any good way to go, that would be it.

It wasn’t long before you could feel yourself nearing your end. It was coming fast and you knew it was going to hit you hard. You tried to tell Pete, but your words just came out stuttered and incoherent.

“Cum on my fingers, baby,” he coaxed. “You can do it, you can cum for me.”

His words of praise finally sent you toppling over the edge. You cried out in pleasure, grabbing the bedsheets beneath you in both fists and nearly coming off the bed all together as your orgasm hit. You clenched so tightly around Pete’s fingers you were sure you’d never let them go. He was still licking at your clit, lapping it slowly as you twitched through your climax. When you were sure you couldn’t take anymore, you put a hand on his shoulder and pushed slightly, alerting him you were done.

You felt empty when his fingers slipped out of you, but you felt another little gush between your legs as you watched Pete slip the two fingers into his mouth, sucking off your juices in front of you. If you didn’t feel so spent, you would’ve shoved him down onto the bed and rode him right then and there.

You sat up and started pulling at his pants, but he put his hands on your wrists and moved your hands away from him.

“But...you didn’t...” you said, gesturing to the clear boner in his pants.

“I’m okay,” he said. “I mean, I’m definitely hard as fuck right now, but I wanted you to feel good and to help you relax after studying all day.”

You fell onto your back and lazily smiled at him. “Oh, I’m definitely relaxed.”

Pete chuckled and laid next to you on the bed again. You turned to cuddle into him. He lifted you slightly so the two of you could slip under the covers. The only light in the room was coming from the lamp on your bedside table, and it was dim enough that you were almost lulled to sleep.

Until your mind drifted back to your exams and suddenly, all thought of sleep was gone.

You sighed heavily. You felt frustrated. You should be trying to go to sleep, or at least enjoying your post-orgasm high with your boyfriend, but instead you were worrying yet again. You just wanted it all to be over so that you could graduate and no longer have to worry about school or exams.

“You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?” Pete asked as if he had read your mind.

“I’m just worried,” you said. “I’m afraid I’ll fail.”

“Babe, you’re not going to fail. Your grades have been amazing thus far, not only this semester but your entire college career. You’re going to make those exams your bitches and you’re going to graduate and be all fancy with your degree and your title and shit.”

You giggled. He kissed your forehead again, giving you a light squeeze as he did. “You have nothing to worry about. You’re going to do amazing because you are amazing.”

“You’re giving me too big of an ego. This is dangerous.”

You both laughed as you settled into his chest again. The worries about your exams were still on your mind, but having Pete there did help to ease them a little bit. You tried to push them out long enough so that you could relax and finally get some sleep. You knew you’d be back to the 12 hour studying tomorrow despite Pete’s encouraging words, but for now you just wanted to be there with him, peacefully.

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[mrs-johansson]

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Labyrinth - Florence Pugh x Fem!Singer!Reader

Take a chance on me - Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader

Daylight - Leah Williamson x Footballer!Fem!Reader

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[cocosstories]

Pete Davidson One Shot

Do you think you could write a Pete Davidson x fem!reader where they’re dating and either she comes into snl or he talks about her during an interview? Just smth cute, fluffy, and funny :) thank you so much!!

"We are joined today by Saturday Night Live cast member Pete Davidson! Welcome Pete!"

"We are joined today by Saturday Night Live cast member Pete Davidson! Welcome Pete!"

"We are joined today by Saturday Night Live cast member Pete Davidson! Welcome Pete!""We are joined today by Saturday Night Live cast member Pete Davidson! Welcome Pete!"

You were sitting on the couch, just out of camera view as Pete did a virtual interview.

He had begged you to stay, saying interviews stressed him out and he needed you to be there to help him through it.

The two of you had been quietly dating for the past year and now, most days you were at his place. The one thing you never wanted to do was interfere with his work.

With the promise that no one would even know you were there, you happily agreed to stay and support him.

"Yeah, hi guys. Thank you."

Pete greets the interviewer.

"So Pete, hows life going out there in Staten Island? We know you've been doing the show but do you have anything else coming up that you can talk about?"

Pete waits for the lag of the internet to catch up the answers.

"Yeah, you know i have a few things I am getting ready to work on. Nothing I  can really fully talk about yet but I am definitely staying busy."

He gives a nice smile and you laugh to yourself, knowing how much he hates doing things like this.

"Well, you look great. How has quarantine been treating you?"

The second interviewer asks.

"Yeah uh thanks. It's been alright you know. I am able to get out for the show and things like that so I'm not just here all of the time but I have a great support system around me."

People had been commenting a lot lately on how healthy and happy he looked.

"Your mom and sister right? It must be so great to have such a close family dynamic like that."

You could tell they were prodding him for information at this point. After his high profile relationships of the past, everyone was interested to see who he ended up with next.

"Yeah them and my girlfriend."

His answer surprised you to say the least. It wasnt as though you were hiding your relationship, it just wasnt something that was out in the public eye.

You weren't famous like most of his ex's. Just a normal girl who he had met through a friend of a friend.

"Girlfriend? Well do tell! Who is this mystery woman?"

The interviewers get more than excited at the news of your existence.

"Her name is Y/N, we've been together for about a year now and she is one of the reasons why I have gotten through quarantine as well as I have. She is truly one of my best friends and I am a lucky guy to have her around."

His words made you smile and brought a tear to your eye.

"Well she sounds great! Congratulations! A new episode of Saturn Night Live premieres this Saturday with host and musical guest Nick Jonas! Thank you again to Pete Davidson for joining us!"

Pete says his goodbyes and signs off, walking over to the couch and sitting with you.

"I guess we are no longer a secret now huh?"

You say cuddling up next to him.

"Yeah, sorry about that, I just couldnt keep it to myself anymore. You ok with that?"

He looks down at you as you think.

"Yeah, I'm ok with that."

You look up and smile before he leans down to kiss you. 

#Pete Davidson One Shot #Pete Davidson x reader #Pete Davidson #Cocos stories

[machine-gun-casie]

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last updated: january 26th, 2022

blurb nights✨

blurb night ✨ {april 26 2020}

colson x reader

colson blurbs✨

Autocomplete Interview* - colson talks about you in an interview.

Baby Mama - you give birth and colson is in awe. (requested)

Protected* - colson stands up for you after he’s seen enough. (warning: abuse)

Why Can’t They Get That?* - you let the hate about you and colson’s relationship get to you and colson’s having none of it. (requested)

Nervous - you are nervous to meet casie for the first time. (requested)

My Plan - falling in love wasn’t part of colson’s plan, but things don’t always go to plan. (requested)

Radio Interview* - you talk about colson in an interview. 

Soft Love* - a super soft scene of waking up to colson in bed. (requested)

Lost Phone - colson forgets his phone at the cafe you work at. (requested)

Whatcha Playing?* - colson teaches you guitar. (requested)

In The Crowd - colson spots the pretty girl from the front row backstage in a venue without backstage passes. (requested)

Casie’s Girl* - you and casie get closer throughout your relationship with colson. (nervous!universe)

why are you here - a dramatic retelling of the song by the same name. 

why are you here* - rewritten version of the dramatic retelling of the song by the same name.

Birthday Girl - colson makes your birthday extra special for you during one of his shows. (posted on my birthday lol)

The Gunner - you design an outfit for colson and he finds out you’re not so different from each other. (requested)

A Little Cheering Up - colson cheers you up when you aren’t feeling too good. (requested) (nervous!universe)

Headache* - you get called to pick casie up from school. (nervous!universe)

What Zit Tooya* - a little crappy thing i thought of with a spongebob reference.

Tickle Fight - colson finds out you’re ticklish. (requested)

Can’t Sleep* - you and colson find you sleep best in each other’s arms.

Why’d You Wear That? - colson asks you why you wear his hoodies and is pleasantly surprised by your answer. (requested)

Duet* - you and colson sing a duet causing some rumors to spread.

Red Carpet Debut - you take colson with you to your movie premiere for your debut as a couple.

not ur friend* - colson doubts whether a post-break up friendship with you is a good idea, and you make the decision for him.

Almond Poppy Seed Muffins** - you’re hired to help with the menu at colson’s new cafe and the lines of employer and employee quickly blur.

Latest Addition - you get a new necklace and colson feels some type of way.

Failed Surprise - colson needs your help when his plan fails. (bilingual!reader) (requested)

Blood And Water* - the progression of your relationship with colson as Dom’s sister. (platonic) (requested)

Welcome Interruption - you interrupt colson during an interview.

Dirty Thirty - based on ‘if the world was ending’ by j.p. saxe and the events on colson’s birthday.

Last Name, Middle Name - soulmate!au with casie’s teacher.

Funnel Cakes, Ferris Wheels, And Some Feelings - a day at the carnival leads to something new. (best friends to lovers!trope) (request)

blue eyes in this motherfucker - soft love 2.0 with reader who doesn’t have blue eyes.

where are you?* - you feel insecure with colson and he’s having none of it. (itty bitty titty committee!fem!reader) (smut 18+)

rook x reader

rook blurbs✨

Hour On The Bus* - colson comes to tell you and rook the good news. (requested) 

Stop Acting Like You Care - you explode at rook when he thinks he’s done nothing wrong. (requested)

Teach Me?* - colson pushes you to ask rook to teach you how to play the drums. (requested)

Nice Shirt - you surprise rook with a new shirt. (requested)

pete davidson x reader

pete blurbs✨

Co-Stars* - pete falls for his co-star while filming a movie. (requested)

jealous!pete - what pete does when someone flirts with you. (requested)

corpse husband x reader

tavern music - corpse hears tavern music coming from your room. (gn!reader)

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[cosmictrust]

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pete davidson x fem!reader ♀

warnings: mental illness, angst, very brief mention of suicide scare.

pete is overwhelmed with all the projects in his life right now. he doesn’t know what to do besides push himself a little too hard.

PETER DAVIDSON WAS EXHAUSTED.

he was working too hard, for too long.

back to back filming for a movie seemed to be getting longer each day. there were certain demands to being a cast member on saturday night live, which included dragged out rehearsals and soon-to-be rejected joke writing.

(not that he was ungrateful, he loved every second! even the hard work!)

but he could feel his grip loosening. he knew that it shouldn’t be this hard to sleep, especially not on his medication, or to feel so moody each night. but he swallowed it down. he could tolerate this. he had to get though this.

he did miss you. a lot. even though the two of you lived together, your schedules were conflicting. neither of you could spare a break from work.

but you are always so supportive. comforting texts reminded him why he had to work so hard.

good job on weekend update, babe! i loved it. i laughed so hard :)

he loved making you proud. the two years with him seemed to fly by, in a perfect blurred mess of laughter and soft kisses. he absolutely loved being in love with you.

you fell in love with him a little more each day.

though, you had seen the worst of pete. he was depressed, and was faced with a lot these past few years.

you are there for him, no matter what.

being mentally ill wasn’t something to plaster all over twitter and instagram about. it wasn’t fun or easy. it was terrifying, and you could only do so much to comfort the sweet boy.

no matter how much you wanted to wrap your body around his and hug him tightly and never let go, you couldn’t protect him from everything.

so you had to watch.

two years ago, the two of you were just friends. he was engaged.

the whole world seemingly knows how that ended.

it was hard. the media and her fans were vicious. to the point of the very public suicide note post.

he had really scared me, then. but it unraveled from there.

meltdowns came with the extreme lows, and the highs felt they’d last forever.

you know he shouldn’t be working so late so often now, so you’re tiptoeing around the topic. he could be immensely sensitive to it.

you decided that you would carefully confront him, as soon as the two of you had a chance to speak.

when he came home one night, an hour earlier than usual, he finally had a tiny bit of energy to do something before totally knocking out onto the bed. the subtle twisting of a key in the lock stole your attention from the TV.

you weren’t expecting him, and he hadn’t texted you all day. just getting home from work, you jumped up, excited to see your lover so early.

“bub! i didn’t think you’d be home so early, i would’ve made you something,”

the disheveled curly brown mess and dark circles were the first red flags. you were a little uneasy; taking note of the small things.

he ran his hand through his fluffy hair, mumbling something incoherent.

you cringed as his keys crashed onto the marble island in a lazy toss, before kicking off his shoes and going straight for the bedroom.

“pete?” you say softly, getting up from the couch to follow him into your bedroom. you had never really been in such a tense situation with him.

“what?” opens his dresser drawer sharply, his shoulders coiled tight as his back turned from you. his voice is lower and harsh, vastly different from the one you had just spoken to yesterday.

he hastily pulled out some sweats and swiftly changed, like his life depended on it.

“should we watch a movie? just to settle for a second?”

“no! i have lines to study and other shit,” your heart strained at that. pete was never this rude to you.

“okay, well i just haven’t gotten a moment alone with you for some time,” you tested the waters before deciding to talk about anything serious. 

“Y/N, we sleep together every night. i’m not worried about that right now.” 

“i just miss you a lot, don’t be like that.” you cross your arms stubbornly.

you took swift steps across the room, until you’re close enough to look your tall boyfriend. the intensity in his glare softened. 

he averts his gaze to the ceiling before finally looking down at you, seemingly pissed. “what?” he asks, louder.

“what’s wrong?”

that. the almighty question that shattered everything that was once very well bottled. it all seemed to come apart at once, and his shoulders slumped as tears welled.

“i-i’m just really tired.” pete’s voice cracked in the middle of the sentence, pushing of the rest of the words in a hushed whisper. he choked back a sob, and you immediately embraced him as he leaned down to hug you.

“oh, baby,” you feel your heart break, and with one hand soothingly rubbing his back. his wet lashes were pressed against your neck; finding solace in your perfume and shampoo.

“come lay down,” you offer, gently guiding him to the head of the bed. sitting up straight with your legs stretched, he lays down to put his head in your lap, a silent request to play with his hair.

“i’m trying really hard,” he admits in a hoarse whisper, wrapping a large hard around the smooth skin of your thigh.

“i know, bub,” you put a hand in the soft curls, raking through them. “you’re doing very well in all of your work. i love it,” you encourage him, your other hand coming up to wipe a stay tear on his cheekbone. “we’ll get through this together.”

“i don’t want you to worry.. and i don’t want you to be disappointed.” he sucks in a deep breath, hands trembling.

“have you been taking your medication?” you ask calmly, hoping not to set him off again.

“no,” pete cringes at the silence, fearing he might be reprimanded. he feels the need to defend his last shred of dignity: “i can’t sleep on them. i feel terrible, too.”

“you’re just overwhelmed, baby. you just a need a day or two, okay? but you should be taking the medicine,” you exhale, pausing to lean down to kiss his cheek. “i just want what’s best for you.” you wanted to keep this situation controlled.

“i know,” he curls further into your lap, finding the soft warmth of your body to be his home. “i love you.”

scooting down and under the sheets so you can get a proper view of his face, you gently kiss him. it has all the love in the world poured into it, everything you have ever felt for him. he pulls you closer, finally cracking the mischievous smile you had missed for what seemed an eternity.

“i love you too.”

#pete davidson #pete davidson x reader #snl #pete davidson blurb #angst #blurb #peter davidson #this is so cheesy #but i love it #pete davidson/reader #pete davidson fanfiction #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson one shot

[samaraannhan20]

Pete Davidson Imagine: Visit

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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[samaraannhan20]

Pete Davidson Imagine: the 20th Anniversary

A/N: I started writing this in September of 2022, but knew that I wanted it to be a longer work so I pushed it off, but I finally finished it and I am so proud of how it turned out. Enjoy!

Warnings: Set in non-covid 2021, fem!reader As soon as that alarm started going off you shut it off. Careful not to wake Pete up, you slowly got out of bed and headed into your kitchen. Last night, after Pete had gone to the bedroom, you had laid out all of the pans that you thought you would need the next morning, so as to not wake Pete up before breakfast was ready. As you started pulling things out of the fridge to start breakfast, you thought back to a year ago, and then 20 years ago. You knew today would be bad for him. It was the 20th anniversary of 9/11, which meant it was also the 20th anniversary of his father’s death. A year ago the anniversary had come around just 3 months after the two of you had started dating, and on the day of, Pete had texted you in the morning simply stating that he was going to be busy all day, and said nothing else to you all day. You knew, because you and him had previously had many conversations about your families and your past, so, instead of bothering him that day, you let him have his day of mourning, and waited for him to text you, whenever he was ready. Now, a year later, just three months over your one-year anniversary, the two of you shared an apartment in Staten Island, one of the nicest ones, near to his mother. Earlier that week, you had called Colson, because he had been through the anniversary with him before. “Just be there for him. Don’t make him leave the house all day, except for his annual dinner with his mom and sister. Just, just be you,” he had said, before saying goodbye and hanging up. That was when you had started planning the day in your head. Being there for the man you loved, was absolutely something you could do. Over the next thirty minutes you make pancakes, bacon, and eggs. You also brew coffee, and make one cup the way you like it,  and make one cup the way Pete likes. Very carefully you top Pete’s stack of pancakes with strawberries, chocolate chips, and whipped cream, making the toppings look like a smiley face. Then you carefully put his plate and yours on the tray, the two cups of coffee, and two cups of juice. You slowly walk down the hallway to your bedroom, and extra carefully open the door to your bedroom. When you walk in you are surprised to see Pete awake and on the phone with someone. “Yeah, Mom, we’ll be there at 7:30. Look, Y/N just came in,” he says, pointing the phone at you. “Hi Amy,” you say, as you keep walking towards the bed with the tray. You hear her say good morning in response, before Pete turns his phone back to himself. “Hey, sit up,” you say as you reach his side of the bed with the tray. He carefully sits up, being careful not to bump you. As you set the tray down, you take the phone from him as he holds it out to you, obviously wanting to be done with his conversation with his mother. “Hey Amy, it's me again. I actually just brought Pete breakfast, so we’re gonna let you go. We’ll be at the house by 7:15 tonight, I’ll make sure of it,” you say, shooting a look towards Pete. “Love you, see you later,” you finish, waving goodbye, and then hitting the end call button. “Okay, we’ve got a breakfast for champions. Eggs, just the way we both like them-” “Scrambled with cheese?” he interrupts you, already picking up his fork to dig in. “Yes,” you say with a chuckle, “and bacon, and pancakes with the works. Plus, coffee, just the way you like it. And one for me, the way I like it. Honestly it’s kinda a miracle I carried this all the way in here without tripping,” you say as you gently join him on the bed. The two of you sit in silence as you eat your breakfast, neither of you wanting to talk about the elephant in the room. After the two of you finish eating, Pete stands up to take everything back to the kitchen. “Want me to come with you?” you ask, not wanting him to have to take care of anything today. “No, I’ve got it,” he says, before walking out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. You sit there for a minute, thinking through your next step for the day. You bought all of the stuff yesterday to make a soothing bath in your bathroom, but you hadn’t decided if you wanted to  do that next or watch his favorite movie next. You could hear him kind of grumbling under his breath in the kitchen, so you decided to run the bath. You slid out of bed and stepped towards the bathroom, immediately turning the water on to the highest heat setting. Then you turn around and open the cabinet and get out the bath salts and bubble bath you had gotten the day before. As you dump them in, you can hear Pete walking towards the bedroom. “Baby? Where are you?” he asks as he comes into the room and sees you aren’t in the bed anymore. “I’m in here,” you say from the bathroom, and start to close everything up and check the water temperature. “Hi. What are you doing?” he asks, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. “I ran you a bath, thought maybe it would make you feel a bit better,” you tell him, turning around in his arms. He looks at you in disbelief, before leaning down and softly kissing you. “I love you so much, you know that?” he says when he pulls away. “Yeah, I do. And I know today is going to be hard, so I want to help you through in any way that I can.” He smiles and pulls you close to him again. “Also, I love you.” After you say that he chuckles into your hair for a second, and then pulls away. “Are you going to join me?” he asks, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “I mean, if you want me to. But it’s your day of mourning, so I get to sit in the back. And no funny business. This bath is strictly for relaxing.” you say, chuckling. “Whatever I need to agree to to get you in that water with me,” he says as he bends down to kiss you one more time, before starting to take his clothes off. You slip your pajamas off and slide into the water, and as soon as you’re in he slides in as well. The two of you sit there with your arms around his arms as he lays back into your chest. You gently slide your hands up and down his arms. Taking a bath together is not something rare between the two of you, but something about what the day means and is to him makes it feel even more intimate. The two of you sit in the bath together until the water starts to run cold and your hands and feet are pruny, then you get out and dry off with the towels that you had purposefully left on the counter, choosing to use the guest towels today because they rarely get used and are therefore still super fluffy. After you dry off, you wrap your towel around you and walk towards the dresser in the bedroom. You grab a pair of pants and a tank top, and the both of you underwear,  and while you’re in the dresser grab Pete a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. You toss them to him as he walks into the room, and the two of you get dressed silently. After Pete puts his clothes on, he flops on the bed, laying with one hand behind his head and the other on his stomach. When you finish getting dressed you crawl onto the bed, and curl up right next to him. He brings the hand that was behind his head to around your shoulders, and grabs the arm that you had thrown over his stomach with his hand, his thumb lovingly rubbing circles on your arm. “How are you feeling?” you ask after a few minutes in silence. “I’d be feeling a lot worse if I didn’t have you. Thank you for being here, and not letting me push you away today,” he says, leaning down and kissing the top of your head. “I would never be anywhere else,” you say, lifting your head to look at him. “I think it's almost one, do you want some lunch?” “Um, no. I don’t think so. I know my mom, and I know Casey, and tonight's dinner is going to be huge. They always cook all of his favorites. And then we alternate which of his favorite movies that we watch each year.” “That sounds fun,” you say in response, not sure if it’s supposed to be fun or not. “Yeah. We always have a good time. It’s a good way to remember him. And the evenings are never the hard part of this day. It’s when I first wake up, because at first I’m not thinking about what day it is, but then I’ll look at my phone and see September 11th on the screen, and then I remember,” he pauses to clear his throat, and you reach the hand that he isn’t holding up and softly scratch his head, because you know that it brings him comfort, “um, remember that I’ve gone x-amount of years without him now. It’s not until I’m back with my mom and Casey for our dinner that I feel okay. However, with you here, it’s completely different. I didn’t want to expose you to how empty I was last year. I mean we had basically just gotten together, and I didn’t want to screw anything up. That’s why I pushed you away last year,” he explains, and you stretch your neck to look up at him, noticing the tears that have begun to make their way down his cheeks. “Pete, I’ve known since the moment I met you that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Nothing your illnesses make you do, and nothing that an anniversary of something makes you feel is going to scare me away. I’ll always be right beside you. You don’t have to worry about me getting up and walking out. I’ll always be right here,” you say as you stare directly into his eyes, wanting to make sure that he knows that you mean every word, with tears streaming from your own eyes as well. “I love you, I have pretty much since our first date, and I don’t imagine that stopping any time soon.” For a moment he just stares at you in silence, tears still falling from both of your eyes. But then he leans his head down, and crashes his lips into yours. It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s messy, teeth and noses clashing, but it’s full of passion that words cannot explain. It’s intimate, and loving, and the two of you have never shared a moment like this before, not the entire time you had been together. It’s full of sadness, but love, so much love. When he finally pulls away, in order to catch his breath, the two of you are panting, and completely tangled together. “I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone more than I love you,” he says after he catches his breath. “And I don’t think I ever will. And I don’t want to either. You are the best person I could have asked to have been given to share my life with.” “And you are the best person I could have been given,” you say in response, before laying your head on his chest, neither of you wanting to move and detangle from each other. Before you know it you both fall asleep like that. You wake up suddenly to someone’s phone ringing on the bedside table. You groan and reach over Pete and grab the phone that was ringing, and answer it without looking. “Hello?” you whisper into the phone, not sure if Pete was woken by the phone or not. “Y/N?” Amy’s voice comes through the phone. When you realize it was her you gently scramble out of bed after whispering “one second”, and walk out of the room. You shut the door behind you, and walk into the living room, and sit on the couch before exhaling and bringing the phone back to your ear, giving Amy the okay to continue. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?” she asks as soon as she’s been given the okay. “Oh, uh, no. We had fallen back asleep, and I didn’t want to wake Pete up,” you respond, laughing a little. “You know how he is, he can sleep through a lot, but typically tends to wake up if he hears someone talking.” “Ha, yes that is very true. Well, I was just calling to ask him if you guys could stop at the bakery on your way over, and pick up the cake that I ordered. I always try to remember to order Scott’s favorite cake from there, but this year I almost forgot, so I ordered it last night for pick up today. However, with all of the food cooking I can’t leave the house to go pick it up, and Casey stayed here last night, so she’s helping me cook so she ca-” “Amy,” you say, cutting her off before she gets too far into her tangent, “we can pick it up. No worries. We’ll just have to leave a bit earlier, no big,” you say, turning to look at the clock seeing that it’s already three, meaning that you need to hop in the shower sooner rather than later. “Oh, thank you so much Y/N!” Amy says, and you just shake your head. “It’s really no big deal Amy. I need to go start waking Pete up and get into the shower though, so I’m going to let you go. See you tonight,” you say and she says goodbye and then hangs up the phone. You pull Pete’s phone away from your face, grinning when you see the picture he has of the two of you on his lock screen. Slowly you stand up and make your way back to the bedroom. As you walk in, Pete starts to stir in the bed, and you sit down on the edge next to him, putting his phone back down on your bedside table, and  gently rubbing your hand over his chest. “Hey baby. You need to get up. We napped for like three hours,” you say with a light chuckle, and he grabs you and pulls you down to him. You laugh, and try to pull away with no success. “Pete, let me go,” you say laughing, still trying to pull away. “I need to shower before we have to leave. And now we have to leave by 6:45 so that we can stop at the bakery and pick up the cake. Your mom won’t have time.” “Ugh, fine. Go shower. I’ll shower after you,” he says, finally releasing you from his grasp. You laugh and lean down, placing a kiss on his lips, pulling away just as he tries to grasp at you again, and laughing as you run into the bathroom. You take a rather quick shower, not bothering to shut the bathroom door, meaning that you can hear Pete in the other room. “I’m fine Colson,” he says, presumably into his phone. “I honestly feel amazing today. Y/N’s been doing an amazing job of not bugging me about it, and not forcing me to do anything. She made me breakfast in bed this morning, then we took a bath, and then we fell asleep,” he says, and you can hear that he is continuing, but he walks out of the room as he does.. As you shower you space out thinking about everything this anniversary means to people who lost someone on that day. Your eyes start to water as you even try to imagine how much it would hurt having to live this day every year, with so many remembrances going on throughout the day. It is so hard to imagine how Pete usually feels surrounding this day, and how you have apparently made it better for him, something you never could have imagined yourself doing. Slowly you turn off the water and step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body and your hair. You stand in front of the mirror as you do your after-shower routine(lotion, leave-in conditioner, etc.) and then turn to leave the room after hanging your hair towel back up. Walking into your closet, you try to guess what you should wear to this dinner. It feels casual, but at the same time you don’t want to show up too casual. You skim your hands through  the clothes you have hanging on your side of the closet, and sort of zone out while still trying to decide what to wear. You’re so in the zone that you don’t even hear Pete enter the closet, even though he’s speaking directly to you. “Y/N? Hello?” he says when he realizes you aren’t all there at the moment. With the sound of your name, you finally jump out of your head, and whip your head to look at him. “Sorry babe, what did you say?” you say as you look at him, and he just looks at you, a mixture of confusion and worry on his face. “Are you okay?” he asks you, walking closer to you and wrapping his arms around you. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I just wasn’t sure what I should wear tonight.” “Anything you wear will be fine. It’s not a fancy event, it’s just like one of our monthly dinners. This one is just on the exact same day every year,” he says, shrugging his shoulders, trying to really show you that it doesn’t matter. “So, what I was wearing earlier would be fine?” “Baby, I literally just said that anything would be fine,” he says with a breathy laugh, “yes, that would be perfectly fine. I’m going to take a quick shower,” he says, and leans down to place a quick kiss on your lips, before pulling away and going into the bathroom. You quickly get dressed, before leaving the closet. You grab your phone off the bedside table, after not being on it all day, and head back into the bathroom to sit and do your hair and makeup.  You sit down at the vanity you have in the bathroom, and pull out your blow dryer, before grabbing your comb to run it through your hair before you start doing your hair. Ten minutes later your hair is dried, and Pete has made his way in and out of your shared closet, fully dressed. He comes up behind you while you put on some mascara, and just looks at you. “Do you need something?” you ask with a laugh, turning to look at him when you’re done. “No, I just think you’re really beautiful,” he says, leaning down and placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Also we should probably head out soon, just in case there’s traffic or a line at the bakery.” You nod in agreement and stand up, heading out of the room, with him following close behind. “Do you want to drive or do you want me to drive?” he asks when you get to the front door with everything in your hands, looking at the key hook in front of you. “Whatever you want P,” you say, holding the flowers you had gotten for his mom in your hands. He nods and grabs his keys, before opening the door for you. You thank him and the two of you walk to the elevator, pressing the button for the parking garage. You ride the elevator in comfortable silence, just enjoying the presence of each other. The car was luckily parked pretty close to the elevator, and as you get to it Pete opens the car door for you, leaning down and giving you a quick kiss before taking the stuff you were holding and putting it in the backseat. When he got in the driver's seat he handed you his phone to let you choose the music that played. When you put on Taylor Swift and show tunes he was not at all surprised. He gently placed his hand on your thigh as he drove to the bakery. There was almost no traffic, and no line at the bakery, so you made it to his old house in record time, making you really early. When you got there he didn’t immediately turn off the car, instead just sat there and stared ahead, absentmindedly picking at his nail beds. “Pete, are you okay?” you ask him, grabbing his hand in yours so that he would stop picking. He shakes himself out of it and turns to you. “Thank you for today. If it wasn’t for this dinner I probably wouldn’t have spent a lot of time thinking about him like I normally do. This has been the best anniversary of lo-losing him,” he chokes out, starting to tear up. “An-and I couldn’t have imagined it going this well without you by my side. Without you I would have spent the day in bed, just moping around.” At this point your eyes have started watering as well, and you’re barely holding everything back. You unbuckle your seatbelt and launch yourself across the console into his arms, ending up sitting on his lap in the passenger seat. You nuzzle your face into his neck for a few minutes, his head bent into yours as well, before pulling away. “I don’t want you to ever think that you have to hide anything from me,” you say to him, looking into his eyes. “I will never judge you for feeling emotions like a real human. This day is hard. It’s supposed to be. But together we can get through it,” you say, and he buries his head in your neck, and you feel the tears dripping down his face onto your neck. The two of you sit in the car like that for a few more minutes, neither of you noticing that at one point Casey opened the door and peeked out to see what was taking the two of you so long. She’d seen her brother cry so many times before that she could tell that was what was happening, so she closed the door and just let the two of you be.  When you both finally stop crying, you clamber back over into the passenger seat, and look at him. “We probably need to go inside,” he says with a little chuckle, wiping at his face with the backs of his hands. You nod in response and wipe your face off as well, before opening the door. You grab the flowers out of the backseat as he grabs the cake, and the two of you walk up to the door, not bothering to knock, just walking in. “Ma, we’re here,” he says as you get inside, both of you heading for the kitchen, knowing that was where Amy was. As you walk by the living room you see Casey sitting on the couch, and Pete gently knocks her  on the head as he walks by getting an upset “hey!” in response. When you arrive in the kitchen Pete puts the plate down on the counter before leaning down to hug his mom. You watch with a slight smile on your face as the two have a long hug, something they both obviously needed. When they pull away, Pete circles to the other side of the kitchen and Amy opens her arms for you to step into a hug as well. You quickly set the flowers down and step in, also needing the motherly hug today. When you pull away you realize that all three of you are crying again, and you all chuckle. The four of you spend the rest of the night enjoying each other’s company, and you love hearing stories about Scott that you hadn’t heard before. When you get home and are laying in bed, Pete says something that makes you cry all over again. “My dad would have loved you. I wish you could have met him.” As he says it you can hear the tears in his voice, and you also start to cry, and the two of you fall asleep just holding each other, loving each other, more than either one of you could have ever imagined loving someone. No words are spoken, but you both know that you’re thinking the same thing. “I’m going to marry you someday.”

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[samaraannhan20]

I’m so sorry to bother you. I would like a request a Pete Davidson with a shy reader. Also, she owns a 1 year old cuddly puppy which would be a problem for him lol. I would like to see how that situation would play out.

i will get to work on this right away! i am in my final year of college though, so it might be awhile, but i wanted to let you know i was working on it!

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