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)

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.

Asking AI who Pete Davidson should date next.

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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

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.

[𝐒ummary : Pete’s dreams finally come true, now earned everything he’s truly ever wanted.]

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It wasn’t a secret that Pete wanted to have children, he had very publicly talked about it several times and I’m many interviews.

Still the idea was somewhat foreign to him but he knew what he wanted and he wanted kids with you.

“Hey babe” Pete started pausing the movie the two of you chose to watch for date night you both made it a point to have a date nice twice a month every month indefinitely.

When picking those dates you both took turns planning them last time you choose going to a museum, due to history being your favorite subject and you loved learning about thing and telling random fun facts.

Pete had chosen to stay in wanting to have you in his arms close at all times, so here you were watching the little mermaid on the couch with his arms wrapped, around your waists him laying on you’re belly and you’re back against the couch.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” You said turning your full attention to the tall man on your stomach.

He gazed up at you grabbing hold of your hands playing with them showing his eyes gleaming nervously at you’re hands, his eyes bouncing before your hands and then at you.

“Well I don’t think it’s wrong but I’m not sure where you stand on it I mean I know but I don’t know if that was just talk or futuristic.” He rambled.

“Baby what is it?” You said cutting to the point but still finding his rambling abordable.

“Iwanttohavebabywithyousoonbutnow” he sputtered out quickly making you felt like your head was spinning at his pace.

“Okay say it slower, taking that fast you can’t possibly think I’d understand you.” You said reaching to give him a sip of you’re water, before he sat once again on you’re facing each other hands in hand.

“Okay?” You asked making him nod his head and sigh. “Now what did you say?” You asked him again turning you’re attention to him.

“Yeah, I want to have a baby with you and I feel like now would be a great time we’ve been married for a little bit we moved into this house and we have this extra space and backyard for kids and I’m directing mostly now so I’ll be able to be with you and not have to travel as much and…” he ranted deciding to let him finish his baby fever fueled rant.

“Yes,” you said stopping his rant right there quickly focusing on your face.

“Yes?” He repeated confused

“Yes, I would love to have a baby with you were both stable and healthy we do have the space. This would be the perfect time.” You agreed looking at him and not even a half of a second pasted before he was showering your face in kisses before picking you up kissing you all the way.

“Baby making time.” He said taking you up stairs to bed, bursting through your bedroom closing the door behind him before turning his attention to you on the bed.

Pouncing on you again he kissed all over your face.

“Baby, wait wait.” You related begin cut off by a kiss with each word.

Instantly Pete stopped sitting up

“I want to have a baby but I still need to make an appointment to get my IUD removed and it might take a little bit for my body to adjust.” You warned

“I know as long as I get to enjoy the process of the journey with you I’m okay.” He said kissing you rapidly this time with no interruptions.

The following Thursday you found yourself in a doctors appointment with a very excited Peter getting your birth control removed.

And then eight almost nine months later you found yourself in the early morning.

Suddenly feeling extremely sick rushing and pulling the covers off you waking Peter up in the process.

Emptying out your body in the toilet having Pete hold your hair back and rubbing your back comforting you best he could.

You didn’t want to assume immediately you were pregnant, twice before you had a false alarm and now you wanted to be sure before getting excited about the morning sickness.

After a doctors appointment it was confirmed.

“Mrs. Davidson you are in fact six weeks pregnant.” The doctor said dragging the Doppler across your jellied stomach.

She filled the screen around and there was your baby it was the size of a cherry seed but I brought tears to both of your eyes.

“I love you so much.” He said looking deeply into your eyes as he wiped the jelly off your belly and helped you stand up.

Ever since then Pete has been on cloud nine.

HIS POV

ever since I found out, you were making me a father I tried my best to make it as easy as possible.

I thought it would be hard having your body change constantly adapting to take care of our baby.

I wanted needed to do anything and everything to take the much off you as I can.

Crack of dawn cravings? Got it

Can’t fine anything to wear you feel comfortable in? I’ll buy you new clothes or you can have mine

Anything hurts? Feet, back, boobs I’ll massage it

Anything, as your due date was approaching and before you couldn’t travel I wanted to take you on a babymoon.

Settling on Punta Cana’s blue water beaches booking a beach villa, with you laying next to me sound asleep tried from the day and our daughter.

I can’t help but stare down at you and your belly holding the child I always wanted but never thought I’d get.

You’ve given me everything I could ask for marriage, love, understanding, support and now a baby girl to be named Aniline Amy Davidson.

Thanking nobody but you for making all of this a reality.

I drift off to sleep your back to my chest, my hands to your belly, and your hands together with mine.

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Turning over away from the window, the sun blinding me trying to force me out of my sleep.

Feeling the bed for you only to come up empty, jumping up sleep long forgotten my eyes frantically darting around the room.

The bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room and no sign of you. My eyes still darting around seeing the sliding glass door open running standing in the doorframe.

I saw you in a floral dress blowing through the breeze. Playing and swaying in the water.

Drawing closer behind you wrapping my arms around your belly swaying with you and the waves.

“Are you okay your heats racing I can feel it?” You asked me stare locked on me.

“I couldn’t find you this morning when I woke up I got scared and started running around trying to find y’all.” I confessed

Normally I probably would’ve gotten embarrassed about jumping that far off the bat but, with you I didn’t feel like I needed to hide or be embarrassed about anything.

“We’re right here this morning she wouldn’t stop kicking and I didn’t want to wake you up so I came out here, she stopped kicking when I told her about this place and how much it means to us.” You told me sitting down at you best ability to sit criss cross.

“Yeah, this all feels like a dream to me.” I told you sitting with you hearing and feeling the waves clash softly against our bodies.

“It’s real Peter I’m real, our daughter is, our marriage everything is real.” You smiled at me holding my hands your wedding ring glowing in the sunlight.

“I remember when I asked you to marry me, I remember when we were at the alter here, when you told me you were pregnant after our honeymoon and now soon you’ll give birth to our daughter soon. We’re here together you’re 32 weeks pregnant this is all I’ve ever wanted ever.” I told you feeling my eyes water.

“This is what I never thought I’d have thank you for everything being my wife, the mother to our daughter, and my support and heart.” I thanked her rubbing your belly.

Kissing your face enjoying this ocean and life with you.

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.

long day

Pete Davidson x Female Reader

Warnings/Tags: Smut (18+), shower sex, fluff

Words: 1578

Requested? Yes! "Could I request a Pete Davidson shower smut where him and the reader have both had long stressful days at work and they both try to help each other relax" Hope you enjoy!

I feel like this isn't my best. Hopefully y'all still like it!

The longer you sat on the floor, slumped over your knees, still in your work clothes, the guiltier you felt. 

You had promised Pete that tonight, the two of you would have sex. But you were so tired. Work was killing you and the last thing you wanted to do was make yourself sexy. Sex with your boyfriend was great, of course, but you didn’t know if you could bring yourself to snap out of your exhausted mood to put on a show for him. 

You looked up guiltily when you heard Pete walk in through the garage door, but when your eyes landed on him, you were surprised to find him looking just as exhausted as you were, if not more. He shrugged out of his coat, hanging it over the back of the couch, and joined you on the floor, lying on his back with his limbs splayed. He let out a dramatic, chest-heaving sigh.

“Hey,” you greeted, snuggling into his side. 

He wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your head. “Hey,” he murmured. 

“You okay?” you asked.

Pete hesitated. “Don’t hate me.” 

“I could never,” you said. You lifted your head to look at him, brow furrowing. 

Pete guiltily met your eyes and winced. “I don’t think I can get off this floor, let alone have sex tonight,” he admitted.

“Oh, thank god,” you said in a rush of breath. Pete raised a brow. You smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. I just meant that I feel the same. I’m exhausted.”

“Long day?” Pete asked.

“The longest,” you said, stifling a yawn. “You?”

“Thought it would never end,” Pete muttered. He rubbed his eyes and groaned. “I need to take a shower.”

“Me too,” you mumbled. 

Pete glanced down at you. “Shower with me?” he asked. 

You smiled softly and leaned in to kiss his lips. “Sure.”

The two of you trudged to the bathroom, lazily shedding your clothes, and as Pete heated up the water, you set out clean towels. He stepped under the water and offered you his hand, helping you into the big shower. Under the stream, Pete wrapped his arms around you and you sighed, closing your eyes as your arms circled his thin waist. 

After a few moments, Pete pulled back and pumped some shampoo into his hand. He gestured for you to turn around and when you did, he slowly started washing your hair. You sighed and tipped your head back, closing your eyes as his fingers worked up a lather. He took the showerhead off and brought it to your hair, rinsing the suds out. 

“My turn,” you said, turning around once your hair was rinsed. 

Pete chuckled. “Can you even reach?”

“Oh, shut up,” you said with a grin, giving his ass a little smack before pumping some shampoo into your hand. “Tilt your head back, giant.” 

Pete chuckled and did as he was told, sighing when your hands found his hair, nails scratching gently against his scalp. “That’s so good, babe,” he groaned. “Can you do that forever?”

“My arms might get tired,” you said with a giggle, guiding him under the stream of the shower to rinse off. 

Next, Pete’s hands were filled with body wash and he rubbed it into your back and neck, easing the tense muscles there. Pete chuckled as he felt you melt beneath his hands. As his hands made their trek on your skin, you were surprised to find a dull throb making its way between your legs. When soapy hands cupped your breasts from behind, your breath hitched and your back arched almost against your will. Pete chuckled lowly as you stepped under the stream to rinse off.

You  swallowed as you poured body wash into your hands, trying to compose yourself. Pete turned his back to you but not before you noticed he was hard. You bit your lip, surprised to find yourself actually wanting him despite your exhaustion. It wasn’t really that much of a surprise though. It didn’t take much to get you going with a man like Pete as your boyfriend. 

You took your time soaping up his body, maybe taking more time than necessary when your hand found his abs. Pete tensed slightly, chuckling. “You change your mind?” he asked. 

“Maybe,” you said quietly, kissing his back as your hand moved lower, wrapping around his cock. Pete sucked in a breath, letting out a quiet, “fuck” as you moved your hand slowly. “Feels like you changed your mind, too,” you remarked. 

“Oh, this?” Pete teased. “Nah. This is n-nothing.” His little stammer gave him away and you shook your head, grinning at his attempt at a joke. After a few more moments of your hand moving, Pete wrapped a hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away. “Fuck,” he growled, turning around and pulling you into him for a kiss. 

You couldn’t help but moan softly as his lips found yours, one big hand wrapping around your hip as the other landed between your legs. You whimpered as his skilled fingers worked your clit slowly, making your legs quake. “Pete,” you whined, head falling back, and he wasted no time in bringing his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin gently. 

“You want to, baby?” he murmured against your neck. 

“Y-yes,” you gasped, gripping his shoulders firmly as he continued to rub circles into your clit. The pressure was amazing and you let out a whine, hips twitching forward. 

“Turn around for me,” Pete mumbled in your ear before nipping at your earlobe. You swallowed hard and obliged, planting your hands on the wall and bending over slightly, ass pressing out. Pete groaned and ran a hand down your back, then slowly over the curve of your ass. “God, you’re so hot. Can’t believe you’re mine,” he rasped. 

You gasped quietly as you felt the head of Pete’s cock nudge your entrance, and you spread your legs wider for him. He bent his knees slightly and slowly pushed into you, both of you gasping when he was in to the hilt. “Fuck, so tight for me,” Pete moaned breathlessly.

You closed your eyes as Pete began to move, slowly fucking into you, hands wrapped firmly around your hips. “Oh god,” you moaned, letting your head hang down as the head of his dick grazed your g-spot.

“Right there, baby?” Pete questioned.

“Yes, Pete, god,” you groaned, pressing your ass back against him more firmly. “Harder, baby, please!”

Pete did as he was told, speeding up and fucking you harder. It had been so long and you were already  starting to pulse around him when his thrusts faltered. Confused, you glanced over your shoulder in time to see him removing the showerhead again. You were in the dark for no more than a second before you realized what he was doing. With one swift click on the dial, he changed the setting of the showerhead and brought it between your legs. 

“Fuck!” you cried out as the showerhead delivered pressure to your clit, just as Pete started to fuck you harder. “Pete, y-you’re gonna make me come–”

“Yeah, baby, come for me,” Pete gritted out, and your back arched as your orgasm crashed into you. Your  head spun and you slid down the wall slightly, panting hard when it was over. Pete replaced the showerhead and pulled out of you gently. 

You watched as he sat down on the built-in bench, admiring his body and the way his stiff cock stood up, waiting for you. Pete spun you around so your back was to his chest, and he pulled you into his lap, guiding his cock back inside of you. You unwound again quickly, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder as his big hands massaged your breasts. You were helpless to do anything but take it as Pete thrusted up into you. His fingers tweaked your nipples, circling them lightly, and your back arched. 

“Oh shit,” you panted. 

“Y-you close for me?” Pete moaned, and you nodded. “Turn around, wanna watch you come.”

You hurried to do as you were told, climbing back into his lap with your hands on his shoulders. He pushed you back just slightly as you took him, and slipped his hand between your bodies, wet fingers finding your clit and rubbing slowly. You took your breasts into your own hands, thumbing your nipples as Pete watched helplessly, fucking up into you.

“Oh god, Y/N,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking  perfect.” Deep brown eyes wandered your body helplessly, landing on your chest as he twisted tight circles into your clit. Your legs shook and you cried out, back arching as another orgasm washed over you. As you came down, you realized Pete was moaning louder, hands tightening on your hips, and you rolled your hips down, hard. With one final gasp, Pete’s hips jerked as he came, filling you up. 

You slumped against him, panting, feeling dirtier than before you’d entered the shower. Your eyes began to droop and Pete chuckled. “Ah ah, no sleeping yet,” he insisted, standing up and setting you down. You grumbled in complaint but let him help you rinse off. 

Afterwards, the two of you ended up in bed, wrapped around each other beneath the blankets, both of your eyes barely open. “I love you, you know that?” Pete mumbled sleepily.

You nodded, humming happily. “I love you, too.”

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people i write for / links to the masterlists

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eminem / b. rabbit

blink-182

machine gun kelly

ariana grande

blackbear

johnny knoxville

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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

Lewis Hamilton

Starting a Pete Davidson Story because not enough ppl write about him anyways heres a little description of the book.

Two celebrities fall in love, but it ends in heartbreak, Main issue is their six year old son. Petes love for his wife is endless except she wants nothing to do with him no matter how much she loves him, but Pete refuses to give up on her and his family and will do whatever he needs to get them back.

TW: There will be talk of drug use, Self harm,suicide, Etc

Let me know if you guys would be interested in this, probably gonna name the book

Something Gained.

Master list will be here

Hey can i request a imagine with Pete Davidson x Female reader

where there dating but shes 18 or 19 and they both get hate cause of the age gap and they get into a argument over it and he calls her a kid or something and that makes her more upset and then it just ends in fluff and stuff?

Uhhhhh well since I don’t really write much anymore, and I haven’t really been in my Pete davidson area of my merry go round brain, I’ll post this and see if anyone who is writing for Pete wants to try it out.

Apologies to you anon.

My brain has become intwined with

*angel harp noise*

✨Joseph Quinn.✨

My British white man of the year.

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)

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.

I kinda miss writing for Pete....

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

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.

Me after seeing Mirage in the ROTB trailer

He’s my son now 😂😂