#pete davidson fluff

[talaok]

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

[crazyinluvfix]

MASTERLIST

hey babes x

masterlist for my multi fandom blog, and when i say multi fandom i mean literally anything !!

request in bio and i will deliver. i’m talking music, movies, tv shows, books, you name it i’m there

i’ll write anything within reason ( smut, fluff, angst, etc. )

fics with * will have smut

TEEN WOLF:

STILES STILINSKI -

‘FATAL ATTRACTION’ chapter masterlist

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES -

KLAUS MIKAELSON -

‘DON’T NEED SAVING’

EMINEM -

coming soon…

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MASTERLIST

🍋=smut 🍓=fluff 🥝=angst

Colson Baker/MGK

JXDN/Jaden Hossler

Pete Davidson

Vinnie Hacker

[cockpunchlore]

𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝒸

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It was 2 in the morning when Colson showed up at Pete’s door. His eyes were bloodshot, hair in clumps of blonde, soaked from the endless rain outside. Trembling hands balled into tight fists and disappeared inside the pockets of his leather jacket when the door clicked open.

Then there was Pete. He stood in his sweatpants, one hand leaning over the doorframe, his expression shifting into one of concern as he scanned his eyes across his best friend’s face. He was met with sudden guilt at his earlier bout of annoyance at having to leave his bed and put on pants and he hoped Colson didn't notice his nails dig into his palms when he spoke.

“come in.”, He cracked the door open a little wider and stepped to the side to invite the blonde inside.

“I uh- the place is fucked but I got the heat on-” Pete spoke as he led them through the hallway.

“-and you can look through my shit in here for a change of clothes, I doubt you'll find anything in leather and latex but hey at least they aren't wet- I've just got Rick and Morty on the background but we can switch to music if you wanted- and I just got some new blunt wraps that we could try out- oh and did you want coffee?”

The two came to a halt at the kitchen bench and the slightest smile tugged at Colson’s lips, in awe at how quickly this man was able to change his mood with just a few words.

“Thanks”, he cringed at the way his voice croaked under the syllables and attempted to clear his throat.

He let his eyes leave the floor and travel up to meet Pete's gaze, pausing over the exposed waistband of his boxers a little longer than he’d like to admit before settling on the hazel orbs.

“And-uh yes please, for the coffee.”

“Black”, he added.

“Iced, I know”, Pete finished his eyeroll gaining a chuckle from Colson.

“My bad”

It had always been so easy with Pete. not that he expected it to be like that with everyone else, but it was times like these that he was especially grateful for this man’s existence and he doubted that any words he could string together to tell him so would ever suffice. He shook his head as fought his thoughts from lingering over how he felt about the younger man. Muttering something about a shower, Colson disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.

Colson was wearing a pair of Pete’s purple Spongebob sweats when he emerged from the shower, hair leaving a trail of fading droplets into the carpet as he made his way through the hallway.

His footsteps slowed to a stop once his eyes landed on Pete’s frame lit up only by the dim blues of the television which was now playing some true crime show. Dateline, he remembered Pete had told him, and he smiled to himself recalling that conversation.

Pete’s eyes stayed glued to the screen, and Colson, not wanting to break him from his trance, leaned against the wall and admired the younger man. He sat with his head leaned back, one leg pulled up to his chest while the other lay over the coffee table. A hand reached back to pull at the brown curls at the nape of his neck and Colson’s heart rate climbed as he watched.

He could already picture the expression written on Pete’s face, eyebrows knitted together in concentration, chewing on the inside of his cheek, completely lost to this world. His breath hitched as he let his thoughts about the boy drift into less purer ones.

He had already thought it through, sure the repercussions were merely an afterthought, but if there ever came the time to kiss the brunette he wouldn't hesitate. In fact, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined doing a lot more than that.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when his feelings for him turned from platonic to sexual but now that they had he didn't know how to act around his best friend anymore. That was the honest reason why he had avoided seeing Pete for as long as he had and he hated the fact that a drug-filled bender was what had broken that spell.

Colson snapped back to reality in an instance when the brunette turned his head to meet his gaze.

“You're back”, Pete spoke through a smile.

“Hi”, Colson couldn't help but do the same.

Pete made it a point, patting the spot next to him using both hands before turning his gaze back to the screen in front. Colson clumsily made his way back to him narrowly avoiding the piles of discarded clothes before reaching the couch.

“My Spongebob looks good on you”

“Your wh- oh”, it took him a second to process the way he had phrased his compliment and he could only laugh in response.

“Good enough for me to keep?”, he threw half-heartedly curious as for the boy's reaction.

“mhmm”, He replied with a genuine certainty that it made Colson's heart do that flippy-over thing that Pete's words apparently now did do him.

Colson shuffled the rest of the way over to the space next to Pete’s before sinking onto the soft cushions below. Pete readjusted in his chair before leaning his head into the crook of Colson’s shoulder.

“You know you don't have to say anything if you don't want to”. gentle words lingered their warm breath against the nape of Colson's neck.

“I know”

He ignored the way his chest clenched as his friend passed him an assuring smile when he didn't elaborate. Instead, he let his head drop to cradle into the younger man’s touch and let his eyes land on the screen where the host's demeanor sounded a tad too cheery to be describing a murder scene.

Not removing his eyes from the TV, Colson moved his arm back to wrap around the younger man and bit back a smile as he felt Pete shift closer and sink into his touch.

[creativitysparks4everxoxo]

Noah/Mirage: An appreciation post

...because I kid you not, Noah/Mirage has officially taken over my brain. Ask me how many fics I've read of these 2 since Sunday. I have actually lost count. 🤭

I like that there's something in the Noah/Mirage tag for everyone. There are multiple categories like:

Angst

Hurt/comfort

Friendship

Fluff

Smut

Comedy

And so on

I also like that with each passing day more and more fics get uploaded to AO3 and here and they just keep getting better and better! More chapters for stories that I initially thought would be oneshots. Yes please! And don't even get me started on the fanart! 😍 Absolutely gorgeous work! I am always terrified to draw characters from Transformers because I fear that I will get too caught up in trying to draw all the details, even though I don't have to do that. I just need to freaking draw! 🤪 It's an internal struggle and it's why I haven't really contributed to this tag yet. (shame on me) But just seeing all the wonderful artwork of these 2 makes me so happy because it means other people get it. There are other people out there like me that like Noah/Mirage and they understand just exactly who these characters are and what their story is.

I still cannot get over the little factoids for ROTB, like how that line...you know which one 😉 was actually improvised by Pete Davidson! Like he channeled his inner Mirage and said it because he just knew Mirage would say that. I love that! Or how the folks from the official Transformers socials have seen content for these two and they just rolled with it [pun totally intended]. They are encouraging Noah/Mirage fans because they know what's up and they know we know what's up. It's glorious!

I like that many fanfic writers have devoted so much of their time and energy to write juicy fanfics for this tag. They stay up late to write these fics and I stay up late to finish reading them. It's a total win-win! 🙌🏾 And even though there's only a handful of fanfics for Noah/Mirage at the moment, I just know that we will hit 100+ fics in good time on AO3. I can't wait!

Okay, I think I'll shut up now and just squeal in anticipation for tonight as I get ready to watch ROTB for the third time. It's going to be great and I can't wait! 😀

[lnkinpark]

ariana grande's "sweetener"

lyrics / album prompt

for blink-182 stories !! (pink font means ive used a prompt)

. . . .

raindrops (an angel cried)

p1: "the day you left me, an angel cried"

angst/break up

....

blazed - travis barker

never let you go

p2: " i don't care who is listening cuz they be making fun of this on tv. they wouldn't laugh if they were inside my past life with you and they were me"

fluff / reassurance

.....

the light is coming

p3 "the light is coming to give back everything the darkness stole"

fluff

....

r.e.m - mark hoppus

excuse me, i love you

p4: " you're like: "i love you—who starts a conversation like that?" nobody, but i do. you are not a picture, i can't cut you up and hide you. i'll get you out my mind .. or try to. i just wanna stand and yell. i would never dare to tell. think i heard some wedding bells, shh, keep it to yourself. is this real? before you speak, don't move because i don't wanna wake up. "

fluff

....

God is a woman

p5: "you're different from the rest, and boy, if you confess, you might get blessed. see if you deserve what comes next."

fluff

....

sweetener

p6 "i don't know what i'd do without you in my life, it'd be so sour. i'm hoping that everybody can experience what we had in ours"

fluff

....

successful

p7: "tonight i'm a baller, babe. even way beneath it . what else is there to say 'stead of "you should play with me"?

smut???

....

everytime - tom delonge

back to you

<tom and y/n have a off and on relationship that has lasted for more than twenty years>

p8: "i get tired of your no-shows, you get tired of my control ... they keep telling me to let go, but i dont really let go when i say so ... you get high and call on the regular. i get weak and fall like a teenager. why, oh, why does God keep bringing me back to you? i get drunk, pretend that i'm over it. self-destruct, show up like an idiot. why, oh, why does God keep bringing me back to you?"

angst/fluff

....

breathin' - mark hoppus

p9: "you remind me of a time when things werent so complicated. all i need is to see your face."

fluff/angst

....

no tears left to cry - tom delonge

p10: "we way too fly to partake in all this hate, we out here vibing"

fluff/reassurance

....

borderline - travis barker

p11: "baby, i just want you to be mine. wont you give me a bit of your time? chasing you, no, i won't stop trying. just meet me at the borderline"

fluff

....

better off - tom delonge

p12: "i'd rather just watch you smoke and drink. steering clear of any headaches to start, and if we're being honest, i'd rather your body than half of your heart or jealous-ridden comments that come when you let in them feelings that i don't want"

angst

....

goodnight n go - tom delonge

stay with me

<tom misses a flight and stays

with his childhood best friend>

p13: "one of these days, you'll miss your train and come stay with me. we'll have drinks and talk about things and any excuse to stay awake with you. you'd sleep here, i'd sleep there, but then the heating may be down again - at my convenience. we'd be good, we'd be great together"

fluff

....

pete davidson - mark hoppus

ready for you

p14: "i thought you into my life. woah, look at my mind. no better place or a time. look how they align. universe must have my back. fell from the sky into my lap. i know you know that you my soulmate, and all that."

fluff

....

get well soon - mark hoppus

p15 "here's one thing you can trust: it takes you and me to make us. one of those days you had enough, i'll be there."

fluff/reassurance

[born-to-lose-writing]

Masterlist - blurbs (pt. 2)

♡ - fluff, ♤ - angst, ☆ - smut, ♧ - platonic

Metallica - Cold Sweat - Britny Fox - Santa Cruz - Blind Channel - Cheap Trick - The Who

James Hetfield

Dry humping James ☆

Marc Ferrari

Giving him a blowjob behind a club ☆

Dizzy Davidson

Teacher!Dizzy ☆

Archie Cruz

Vampire Archie ☆

Niko Vilhelm

Professor!Niko (☆)

Robin Zander

Robin taking care of you when you're sick ♡

Robin calling you because he can't sleep ♡

Roger Daltrey x John Entwistle

John telling Roger's new girl they're dating ♤♡

Roger Daltrey x Pete Townshend

Messing around on stage ♡

Secretly married ♡

Pete Townshend x John Entwistle

Tipsy car confessions ♡

[unicoo]

I can tell the Life&Style article his team dropped last spring really REALLY bothered her lol & it probably bothered her parents too. I mean think about all the money they’ve poured into this girl & PR to make her image very specific & pretty, but Austin say I’m the prettiest person here so sit down & be humbled 😂

Seriously though this bullshit stinks so bad it makes the sewers smell like flowers in comparison. If any of this was close to true why tf did Cindy & her husband spend MONTHS!! MOOOOONTHSSSSSSSSSS painting this “we love Austin & want him around forever” narrative? Which at the beginning of 2024 they did try to make Austin look bad, which they always planned to villainize him. Look at the articles from Cindy early 2024 (which is when I think the PR shitshow was supposed to end, but redacted needed Austin so it got dragged out until he had to put his foot down & DUMP HER ASS 🥳🕺🏼)

For months on end they painted this “happy & in love” picture as if we don’t have fucking eyes!!!!!!!!

So from the time she pissed him off at the Dune after party to the time the break up was announced they were so happy & in love. All these amazing sighting sent in to Deuxmoi and the beautiful fluff articles. The bad ass pap walks we continuously called out. Wtf was all of that shit if Austin is this problematic pos?!?! Why was HER MOTHER!!!!!! THE WOMEN WHO BIRTHED HER FORCING HER TO “FIX HERSELF TO BE MORE INTERESTING” & BASICALLY BETTER FOR A MAN WHO WAS SUCH A POS?!?!?!??????

like lil girl DO NOT play with our fucking intelligence and most importantly DO NOT PLAY WITH AUSTIN ROBERT BUTLER!!!!!

Lemme calm tf down……this man is a hard worker. He’s passionate, kind, caring, HUMBLE, respectful, loving, driven, and so much more. It would only take someone 10 minutes or less to take a deep dive into who Austin is to realize this is such bullshit. I fear the haters will use this to grow more hateful, but honestly FUCK EM!!!

There is proof. Hard. Stone. Cold. Mfking. PROOF! That this article is really Kaia projecting all her shortcomings onto Austin.

Austin loves a good time & can drink anyone he knows under the table……they meant that thing LOVES a good time & WILL drink anyone she’s knows under the table. YEAH WE KNOW!!! We have proof, she fucking said herself “I don’t like missing parties” on that cringe ass podcast! To the point that she’ll not only crash a party, but she isn’t above sneaking in AND LEAVING HER FRIENDS BEHIND!!!!

Austin’s a bad boy……..they meant miss dodo is a bad girl who helps break up relationships & spends TWENTY MINUTES ALONE WITH A RANDO IN THE BATHROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She dated PETE FUCKING DAVIDSON, who JUST got out of rehab, you think we don’t know she was partying? Her brother is a struggling drug addict and she was a model, are we supposed to think she didn’t experiment? Give me a fucking break, her 16th birthday was at a club 🙄

Austin takes his career seriously…….well we know that talentless hack doesn’t 🤣🤣 enough said there

She’s so fucking pathetic that even knowing about her existence makes me feel pathetic 🤦🏽‍♀️

I could say so much about her, and ykw? I mfking will.

She’s a spoiled nepobaby brat who’s never had to work for or get better at anything, because everything has been handed to her. Her ego is so fragile she’s still desperately chasing after a man who dumped her sorry ass SIX FUCKING MONTHS AGO. I mean can we talk about that PLEASE!! He dumped her SIX MONTHS AGO!!! And she started man hunting IMMEDIATELY AFTER, no doubt hooking up with some of them, which is fine, but BITCH MOVE TF ON & LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!!! It’s so desperately pathetic, she’s paying, with real fucking money mind you, to bash her ex of 6 months WHILE BEING WITH A NEW MAN AFTER MANYYYYY!!!! If that’s not a sad ass mfk idk what is.

She’s has such low self esteem and it’s so fucking clear. She feels as invaluable as she is & GOOD! Be a better person & maybe you’d feel better about yourself. Just a fucking thought idk.

She needs to grow tf up & it used to be sad, because it’s so clear her “parents” failed tf out of her and her brother, but now? Fuck her idgaf I lost all empathy & sympathy for that parasitic asshole. At some point you have to look WITHIN & realize you lack the skills to be a productive member of anyfuckingthing and MAKE SOME GODDAMN CHANGES!!!

If “Austin fans” continue to support her after this I’ll be so fucking disappointed, but honestly it wouldn’t surprise me at this point. Their homegirl could spit in his face & they’ll still find a way to defend/support the bitch 🙄 birds of a fucking feather fs 💯

Talking about her ass makes me wanna drink so I wouldn’t blame Austin if he did whenever he was with her 😭 he sure did smoke whenever he was stuck with her ass, but I digress.

The amount of pure bull crap that is being stated in this article just blows my mind. 😒

This is the same man who Florence Pugh talked about having to drag out of his hotel room when in Budapest for "Dune: Part 2" filming in order to just hang out.

Austin is the same guy who Timothée Chalamet said was drinking tea instead of drinking alcohol with Jason Mamoa while in Brazil for CCXP ComicCon.

This is the same man who is a self-proclaimed wall flower. This man is not a party guy. The only "parties" he's attended have been for press and promo (most likely for "Elvis"). Other than that, this man is a homebody, and isn't a heavy drinker or hard partier. You can even just look at him and tell that he's an introverted and mellow type of guy who just minds his business.

If anyone is partying hard, it's [Redacted] 🙄

This now makes me question a lot of these Life & Style articles, because the stuff in this article is so far from reality that it's almost as if someone were making something up on the fly. 😒 You can even just look back on photos and see where Austin was and what he was doing most of the time. If he's not promoting something, he is not even spotted. It's been weeks since we've even seen him!

I swear -- 🙄 Her team is really determined to make him look bad because nobody is feeling her and Lewis, and most are actually bashing her for moving on so quickly.

There was "nothing normal" about Austin and [Redacted's] relationship alright, but it wasn't Austin's fault. 🙄

[machine-gun-casie]

HEYY pls a headcanon of pete davidson reacting to someone flirting with you or some jealousy typo PLS

okay so i don't really do headcanons and my requests are closed butttt i have been in a rut recently and this just might be what i need so here you go my first headcanon type thing:

p.s. this turned into more of a blurb/one shot thing so sorry

i don't see pete being jealous just because of how he copes with jokes, so i see loads of self deprecating humor if his significant other was being flirted with

buttt i do see him getting defensive if its getting old like u said no to the same person a couple times or to too many people in one night then he would step up and make sure people know ur his

but with harmless flirting from strangers i cant see him caring much

which is why we're exploring both ideas here

okay so i imagine this happening at pete's job, so snl

maybe not saturday night itself, but during the week

you're on the way to pete's office with some lunch from your favorite restaurant and you bump into none other than....

we're gonna say it's jack harlow just cuz of tiktok's latest obsession with him but u can imagine anyone else

and at first ur confused until it clicks, this is the musical guest

"Oh, hi!" You smile, "I didn't know you were the musical guest this week, that's awesome!" You had met him once at a party or studio in l.a. and he had talked about snl being a dream appearance for him, as it was for many artists.

"Yeah yeah it is, thank you." He smirked and ducked his head bashfully. "Pleasant surprise seeing you. Maybe more than pleasant. What are you doing here, anyways?”

“Having lunch.”

“I thought you worked in L.A."

"I freelance, actually. So the world is my office." You used your free hand to gesture briefly around you, cheesy as it was, but hey he laughed. You lifted up the bag full of food your stomach was crying out for by this point, "You can join us, if you'd like?" Offering was the nice thing to do you supposed, and as far as you knew he was friends with your boyfriend.

"Us?” He asked.

“Yeah, me and Pete.”

“Oh.” He paused. “Nah, that's alright." He shook his head. "I didn't know you and Pete were..." He trailed off.

"Were what?" You asked, not defensively just confused.

"Never mind." He shook it off and sent you what you would describe as an attempted smoulder but he seemed to drop it pretty fast. "See you around?"

"Uh, yeah." You smiled and waved as he walked away.

You walked a few doors down and into Pete's office and saw your boyfriend in the bean bag nearest to the door. i.e., he probably heard everything that was just said. “Hey, I got lunch.” You announced and plopped down on the floor next to pete.

“Thank you, m’lady.” Pete smiled and accepted the greasy bag from you. As he started sorting through the take away containers, he started giggling to himself. “I heard you inviting Jack to eat with us.”

“Yeah, I got two burritos for me so I could've given him one. but he said no.” You shrugged indifferently and took the container Pete extended to you. “Maybe he already ate.”

“He probably just didn’t think I would be involved.”

“Huh?”

“Dude.” He raised his eyebrows at you in a ‘come on, you’ve got to be kidding me’ way. “He was totally flirting with you.”

“What?” You balked. “Oh my god, was he?”

“He totally was.” Pete nodded. “He laughed at your freelance joke, no one likes that joke but me.”

“Oooh, that’s exciting.” You giggled and Pete rolled his eyes with a smile. “But he knows me through you, how did he- wait he did say that weird thing. ‘didn’t know you and Pete were-”

“Still together.” Pete interrupted you. “He was gonna say that he didn’t know we were still together.”

“But why would I be in 30 Rock?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Where snl is? Like, has he not seen you this week?”

“No, he has. We’ve got a couple sketches together, actually.”

“A couple?” You grinned and made eye contact with Pete, who was also smiling. “How many?”

“Three, so far.”

“Three?!” You squealed. “Look at you, my boy taking over snl!”

“Stopp, you’re acting like my mom.” He smiled and tried to brush it off, but you knew he was just as excited as you. “Hey, maybe he thought you would cheat?”

“Who?”

“Jack.” The sudden change of topic made you furrow your eyebrows until they shot up in realization.

“Ohhh! Maybe he did!” You gasped. “Damn, am I that hot?”

“You definitely are.” Pete said without hesitation.

“Maybe he's got a cheating kink.”

“Oh yeah, that too.” Pete nodded. “But you’re also definitely that hot.”

“You've gotta say that cuz you’re my boyfriend.” You said, though you couldn’t help but smile.

“Sweetheart,” he said bluntly, staten island accent coming in strong, “I wouldn’t be your boyfriend if I didn’t think you were hot, so no I don't gotta say shit.”

“Well, you ain't too bad yourself, hot stuff. Tall sick lookin’ guys are just my type.” You leaned forward and puckered your lips for a kiss, which Pete delivered.

“Timothée Chalamet is coming next week I think, so be prepared to be swept off your feet.”

“Oh, shut up.”

after that first interaction, you start seeing jack a lot more throughout the week

you’re not at 30 rock all day of course

but for the little time you are there, you bump into jack more and more

he invited you to lunch alone twice, you refused both times

he kept trying to lead you through hallways with his hand on your back

all the hallways were empty

he seemed to behave himself around pete tho, which was a nice reprieve

until the day

saturday

you were in pete office for a bit before moving to the crowd, so he hadn’t managed to catch you before the show

but after

the wrap party

apparently all he needed was a couple drinks

You were sitting at the bar waiting for Pete when you saw Jack coming your way. You had noticed him drinking throughout the night, and no matter the guy’s tolerance he must have been drunk by now.

“y/n!” He called out loudly before sitting down next to you. “How! are you?”

“I'm doing great, how are you?” You smiled and leaned away from him a bit. The guy wasn’t a creep, if anything he was incredibly nice. But you knew his intentions. So you weren’t going to be rude. And it’s not like this was happening behind Pete’s back, so you weren’t worried. He was just a friend who wanted to sleep with you apparently. A friend you would probably never see again after tonight, possibly only in passing.

“Let me tell you that you look absolutely stunning tonight.” He slurred his words and draped himself against his section of the bar.

“You’re drunk.”

“Am not!”

“You very much are.” You smiled. “But you did great out there! One for the books! You should be proud.”

“I am proud!” He smiled a little smugly, before he turned serious. “But we gotta talk some business.”

“We do?” You raised your brows in amusement, seeing where this was headed. But you could see Pete wrapping up his conversation across the room and you knew you were safe.

“Yeah, let’s be real.” He lifted his head to face you head on, eye contact surprisingly on point considering how drunk he was. “I wanna fuck you.”

“Oh my god, Jack.” You gasped, in shock from how blunt this man was being.

“C’mon y/n, I doubt Pete would even notice.” He whined, kind of like a kid begging the babysitter for another cookie behind mom’s back. “Besides, someone told me y’all were in an open relationship.”

“Who told you that?”

“I don't know, somebody.” He brushed it off, knowing he couldn’t go along with that lie for too long. “What is it? Am I not attractive to you?”

“You’re okay.” You shrugged, finding this all incredibly hilarious.

“Then come back to my hotel with me.”

“Buddy, you’re starting to sound desperate.” You chuckled as you watched Pete come over to the bar.

Gently moving away to face Pete as he approached, you let out your first genuine smile of the night as you hadn’t been able to see Pete much today.

“Gorgeous as ever.” Pete smiled once he was in ear shot.

“You like?” You asked, striking your best pose while seated. 

“I love.”

“Wore this one for you.”

“How’d I get so lucky?” Pete said as he closed in on you, pressing his lips firmly against yours more heatedly than he usually would in public. 

“Down, boy.” You chuckled against his lips.

“Come on, just a little?” He pleaded, still not willing to pull away.

You rolled your eyes but nodded nonetheless.

He reached down and grabbed you by the waist with both hands and hoisted you up onto the bar. “Pete!” You squealed, grabbing his arms to steady yourself.

“I've got you.” He mumbled and leaned back into you, kissing you in a borderline obscene way. One of his hands stayed on your waist while the other went to cup your jaw, almost hiding you from Jack’s view.

“Great show tonight, Pete.” Jack said as he got out of his seat. “I'll see you around.”

“What?” Pete pulled away from you with a faux confused expression. “Oh uh yeah, see you around pal.” Pete turned back to you with the biggest grin.

“Get me off the bar Pete, before the bartender kicks me out.”

“Vicky’s my pal, they’re okay with it.” He nodded towards the bartender who sent the two of a wink.

“Fine.” You conceded, your concerned frown turning into a smirk. “I didn't know you were the jealous type, Petey.”

“He was begging you to go home with him, y/n.” He said matter-of-factly.

“And I wasn't going to.”

“I know that!” He scoffed. “But he’s gotta know that you’re spoken for.”

“Spoken for? Are we courting, good sir?” You chuckled.

“Come on, you know what I mean.”

“I do, hun.” You nodded seriously and sobered up your demeanor a little. “He was undermining you and our relationship by constantly hitting on me no matter how clear I made it that I was with you. I'm just teasing. I don't even know how I would react if it was the other way round.”

“Would you throw hands for me?” Pete chuckled.

“I might.” You laughed. “You’re spoken for.”

“Damn right I am.”

[thebadboyfanclub]

Dating Pete Davidson headcanon (spiritual edition)

So I always loved this man and I'm really happy he is getting the recognition he deserves so I decided to post this. Enjoy!

When you mentioned spirituality and crystals he was respectful but interested

"So what does this crystal do?" Was a common question as he looked at your new purchases

He knew not to touch your crystals cause one time he did and you explained that now you had to cleanse them again

Sometimes he would go at your altar (whether that's deity work or just a place to have your stuff) and just look at all the stuff you got

He actually started to meditate with you, you suggested it for his stress and since he had tried everything he gave it a shot

He got so excited when you bought him crystals, he even facetimed colson to show him "look at this shit dude, apparently this is uhhhh uhhhh oh for protection"

Sometimes he would come to you like a tired kid and tell you "hey I don't feel good can you like… clean me?" "You mean cleanse?" "yeah"

 He even started going to metaphysical shops so he can buy you gifts for your anniversaries and other occasions, tarot decks, crystals, sage, whatever the employee suggested

Sometimes he would tease you just to ruffle your feathers, like when you made what he called "magic juice" which was moon water or he would say his girl is "fucking with that witchy shit" during his stand up

He would never admit it but he liked to observe you do your thing, like shuffle your tarot decks or play your singing bowls

 when he was nervous or excited about a project he would ask your pendulum about it

He love to listen to you when you explained stuff to him, like the phases of the moon, astrology, he even memorized his birth chart 

He fully trusted your intuition especially when it came to new people in his life "hey babe, what do you think of him?" He asked every time he introduced you to someone new just to make sure they passed your "vibe check" 

His mom and sister loved you, his sister was pretty close to you and started to pick up some stuff, the reason behind it was "just to make sure I'm safe" and his mom only cared that you made Pete happy 

He even let you use your "special time" for your manifestations, of course you asked for consent when it came to spells that had to do with him and the answer was always "I'm already in it, so might as well make sure you ain't leaving"

He loved to see how happy you got when you spend time in nature, he could listen to you talk all day about how can you use stuff you find for your and how to be respectful when you want to take something

He was a bit weirded out at first when he would just catch you listening to healing frequencies but now he loves them, he would even put some on when he was

[laughingwithpetedavidson]

A Sneak Peak of Pete as a Dad

(More stories of Pete as a Dad to come!)

Pete barged into the room breaking my thoughts as he swung an overflowing baby bag around making our daughter Fay giggle. “What are you doing?” I laughed as I looked at him feeling confused. “I packed a bag for the sitter.” He replied proudly. “I see that, But Honey... We aren’t going to be gone that long.” I smiled as I informed him. Pete shrugged his shoulders clearly set in his decision. “What did you even pack?” I added feeling curious. 

Pete put Fay on the floor and watched her as she quickly waddled over to her toy pile. Pete opened the bag and began pulling out one toy after the other as well as her favorite blanket and snacks.

“What’s that?” I questioned as I spotted something familiar at the bottom of the bag. Pete proceeded to pull it out revealing one of his shirts. “It’s so she doesn’t forget me.” He replied then pulled out a photo of Pete and I. “My Love, I can promise you that without a doubt she will never forget about you, And after all... She is such a Daddy’s girl... Which by the way I will forever hate you for that.” I teased, Quickly shooting Pete a smirk and kissing his nose.

 “I logically know she won’t... But I can’t help but think about how since she’s been born I have never been away from her for more than an hour... And I know I've only known her for a year and a half but she’s known me her whole life, You know?” Pete noted. 

“She has you so wrapped around her little finger.” I smiled feeling proud of my little girl, I knew she would take after me. “You have no idea how much I love and admire you.” I confided. “I love you too.” He replied before kissing the top of my head and pulled me into a tight hug.

 “We should get going.” I informed not wanting to be late. Pete nodded with a slight frown.

I buckled once again. “Alright, You win... Call the baby sitter and tell her we don’t need her tonight. I’ll call the restaurant and tell them we will be bringing our food home tonight.” I concluded with a roll of my eyes. Pete visibly cheered throwing his hands up into the air. “Yes!”

[machinegunbun]

Pete with a baby omg 🥺

This is LONG overdue.

The concept of Pete with a baby is just sooo 🥺🥺🥺

please he's such a kind giant and he'd be so cute and gentle with it. I love every photo I've ever seen of him with a baby so pls send every one you can find.

Personally children terrify me because they hate me so everytime one is around me it cries and my anxiety is like everyone is looking at you like wow look at that monster making a baby cry, so I personally wouldn't be the one holding a baby but in your mind you can if you want.

One way or another, someone hands Pete a baby. He'd be all nervous at first like asking how to hold it and what to do with it.

"I support it's head right? Yeah, yeah okay. Sick. What's up little dude? Eh, my names Pete." Like he's not entirely sure how to turn this into a joke, but he's can't take anything seriously either so he's just awkwardly standing there while it stares up at him in awe.

I mean, it's a baby so this is also likely its first time ever seeing tattoos (Pete getting them lasered isn't canon on this blog. No further questions at this time) and babies can't see that well, but even so just all the different colors would have them entertained for hours. You'd get a picture just like the one above.

I can imagine, whether you like babies or not, that you look across the room and just see how good he is with one and it just makes you fall even more in love. Just thinking about how good a father he would be and how much he wants to be one and really considering it. Watching him try his jokes out on his friends baby trying to make them laugh and how excited he'd get when he finally does.

Like all jokes aside theres no way in hell Pete isn't good with kids because hes a giant child. Also, that scene in TKOSI? pls. fuckin end me.

Pete also mentioned in his special that his friends baby likes to teeth on his fingers and he just... like... lets it happen I guess? Lmfaoo. So a lil older than a baby, but i can imagine you leave him alone with y'alls kid one day and he loses the pacifier and they wont stop crying so he washes his hands and just uses his finger instead and you come home to them laying on the couch together, tv on, child fast asleep with the tip of his finger in its mouth, like

"What... the fuck are you doing."

"Shh, if I take my finger out they'll wake up and start crying again."

"Well, where's their pacifier then?"

"I dropped it in the toilet"

"What-"

"shh, I dropped it in the toilet."

"H-" you brought your fingers up to squeeze the bridge of your nose "How, pray tell, did you manage that."

"Well, you know how you hold them while you use the toilet? I was trying to do that, 'cause- Well, I made them a bed out of towels on the floor but they didn't like that, so I had to pick them up."

"Uh huh."

"And so I was holding them and they had their paci in their mouth, but they opened their mouth and it fell out and... sploosh."

"And the ones in the diaper bag?"

"The ones in the what."

bonus smut:

After a day of watching how good he is with kids and falling in love with the concept of him as a dad you take him home and fuck the living shit out of him. Just making him blow load after load inside of you. Whispering dirty, breeding kink type shit in his ear.

"Want you to blow your hot fucking load inside of me. I want you to fuck it into me and keep it there. Want you to get me pregnant so everybody knows you own me. That i'm your dirty little slut and you get to cum in this pussy whenever you want. I want you to use me like your little fucking cum dump, I want all of it baby. I want you to fuck me until you cant cum anymore and, you know what? I'm gonna make you do it again tomorrow, and the next day. Gonna make sure you put a baby in me, I wanna be overflowing with your hot fucking cum."

~*~*~

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[hangovercurse]

Honeymoon

Pete takes you on your honeymoon

Request: “i feel like it’d be really cute if u did something about being on your honeymoon with pete :,) maybe like on the beach or something, combo of fluff+smut, whatever u find fitting :,)”

Pete X Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut (18+)

A/N: Me?!? Writing?!? Since when?!? (Seriously, sorry it’s been so long)

Word Count: 1630

The smell of salt water and sand overwhelmed your senses as Pete drove you down the sand-covered road. Your left hand was intertwined with his free right one, his fingers running over the ring on your fourth finger. The wind blew into the car through the rolled-down window, hitting your skin softly.

Pete slowed the car in front of a beautiful wooden cabin that was raised off the ground. He pulled in underneath the building, to the side of a hammock that hung from the ceiling. You looked over to find a  calm smile on his face, his brown eyes sparkling from the sun that seemed to be everywhere.

When he opened the door into the cabin, your eyes went wide. From he outside, the place had looked incredible, but now that the interior was in full view, you were even more astounded. The door led to an open-plan living room and kitchen, separated only by a small kitchen peninsula. The floor, walls, and ceilings were made of an earthy-shade wood, with windows letting in a surplus of natural light.

Pete led you into your home for the next 8 days, watching your face change as you took in the new surroundings, “you’re cute, you know that?”

Heat rushed to your face, “shut up,” you giggled. Even the simplest of his words had an effect on you, turning you into a giddy, giggling mess.

He led you through a curtain and into a large bedroom, complete with a wooden vanity and king-size bed with a sheer canopy bunched at the corners of the bed. You placed your bags beside the bed, walking over to the vanity that was housing a bucket of champagnes and a vase of flowers.

You smiled lightly, turning to Pete, “this is so cute!”

He moved over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pressing a deep kiss to your lips. Your hands ran up to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. His lips slowly separated from yours, but his face remained only millimeters from your own, “I love you, Mrs. Davidson.”

You giggled at the words, still loving their sound, “I love you, Mr. Davidson.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before pushing him away gently, “now c’mon. Did we come here to be gross and sappy or to go to the beach?”

He chuckled, “I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to do both.”

You continued to explore the rest of the beach cabin, eventually landing on the balcony overlooking the ocean. Though there were chairs, you chose to lean over the railing. Pete was in the midst of unpacking and making sure everything was in order.

His hot breath hitting your ear made you jump a little bit as his hands rested on the railing on either side of your waist, “like the view?”

You turned around, letting your back rest against the railing, “yeah, but I think I like this one more.”

Pete chuckled under his breath, “that was the lamest thing you’ve ever said.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned up and pressed a small peck to his lips, “yep, and you’re stuck with my lame remarks forever now.”

“I mean, divorce is always an option,” he joked.

You shoved him lightly, “Pete! That’s not funny, especially on our honeymoon.”

The slight pout on your face made Pete lean down to kiss your lips softly, his hands resting on your hips, “I’m kidding. Trust me, divorce is the last thing I’ll be thinking about. Ever.”

Your face still held a faux sad expression, “it better be.”

He captured your lips with his again, this time deepening the kiss. Your hands found themselves at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you. His tongue ran over your lips, which fell open incontestably.

He pulled away slowly, eliciting a quiet moan from you, “let’s go for a walk.”

You whined, “I don’t want to go for a walk, Petey. I wanna do… other things.” You pulled on the hem of his shirt lightly, hinting at what you really wanted to do with him.

Pete chuckled adorably, “we’ll have plenty of time for other things later, Mrs. Davidson.”

You let him lead you through the cabin and out to the beach with little protest, though unable to shake the warm feeling between your legs.

 You’d ended up walking about half a mile down the beach, watching the sun slowly set. At the peak of the sunset, when the sky was a perfect shade of pink, Pete dragged you to sit on a cluster of rocks further up shore.

You leaned into his side, letting the cool sea breeze hit you and bathe you in the scent of salt. He looked down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You pushed into him, deepening the kiss.

He groaned and pulled away, “someone’s eager.”

You smiled widely, “well, when you’re married to the hottest guy in the world, it’s hard not to be.”

“Imagine how I feel,” he pecked your lips, resting his nose against yours briefly. You sat just like that for a few minutes, as the sun continued to fall behind the waves. Your breathing was in perfect sync, his heartbeat matching your own.

Eventually it grew dark, so Pete helped you down from your resting place and you began the walk home. Your intertwined hands swung between you as the water hit your feet.

When you got back to your room in the cabin, Pete pulled you in for a passionate kiss, his large hands cradling your face. You let yourself fall into the kiss, his tongue poking out and separating your lips. Hands fell down to his waist, sneaking under his shirt to explore his muscular middle.

His own hands moved down and pulled the fabric up, his lips leaving yours briefly to remove the shirt completely. He then made quick work of your dress, throwing the material across the room. You pulled him back into you, capturing his lips in yours once more before he spun the both of you around so your back faced the bed. He gently pushed you onto the soft mattress, letting you move up to a more comfortable position. Once you were situated, he unbuckled the belt of his shorts and pulled the garment off of his body. He then climbed over you, letting his hands hold him up from either side of your head. He leaned down to press quick kisses to your lips, trailing them down to your neck with mumbled, “I love yous.”

When his mouth reached a sensitive spot near your collarbone, you let out a light moan, causing him to smirk against the skin before sucking a deep purple mark onto the skin. One of his hands moved to cup your breasts, massaging the skin lightly in his fingers. His lips moved back up your own, whispering against them, “how did I get so lucky, Mrs. Davidson?”

You giggled giddily, “I love you,” before kissing him harshly, your hands moving down to palm him through his boxers. You could feel his semi hardening at your touch, the long length spreading warmness to your core.

Pete bucked his hips against your hand, a smirk forming on your lips. You pulled his boxers down enough to free his member, letting his hand that was previously on your breast do the rest of the work to pull them down.

He then moved his fingers to your clothed core, rubbing you through the thin fabric before pulling the panties down. The pads of his fingers collected your wetness before he brought them up to his lips, sucking your juices off of them, “tastes so good, babe.”

You grinded your hips up against his, your core aching for friction. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. He lined himself up with you, pushing into you slowly and reveling in your muffled moans. Your lips moved in sync with his as he slowly pumped in and out of you, letting you gradually adjust to his size.

Once the slight pain had subdued, pleasure took over, spreading throughout your body. Your nails scraped along his back, silently urging him to pick up the pace. He obliged easily, his hips speeding up to thrust into yours. His lips left your own and traveled to your neck, pressing soft kisses all over the sensitive skin.

You moaned out as his pelvis met your clit, the friction making the pleasurable feelings even more intense. His hot breath hit your neck, “sound so pretty, doll.”

The darkness in his voice only drove you crazier, your hips bucking up to meet his. He continued showering you in small praises as your hips met in harmony. It didn’t take long for him to push you to the edge. You whined, “mm, so close.”

He hummed against your skin as his thrusts got harder, “yeah? You can cum, baby. I’ve got you.”

The combination of his words and his movements pushed you over the edge, ecstasy washing over you almost instantaneously. The feeling of your walls clenching around him pushed him into bliss alongside you, your orgasms coming simultaneously.

As he spilled into you, he continued to press kisses against your neck, slowly moving up to your lips lazily. Once you had both come down, he rolled off of you, landing beside you on the bed. He pulled you into his side, warmth radiating from his body.

He mumbled, “we just had married sex for the first time.”

You smiled up at him, kissing his chest, “yep.”

He chuckled, “I wonder how many people have had sex in this bed before us?”

You scrunched your nose in disgust, “Pete!” leading to an outbreak of laughter from the man.

[eyoricka]

Pete Davidson - Fluffy boyfriend headcanons

Warning: mention of smoking

Pete being a fluffy boyfriend would include :

_ Him loving to make you breakfast when he wakes up before you

_ Cooking and baking together but making a mess while throwing flour at each other like kids

_ Enjoying seeing you peacefully asleep and slowly waking up

_ Loves to give you forehead and temple kiss

_ Doesn’t mind being the big or little spoon as long as he can cuddle with you

_ Letting you wear his sweatshirt and actually finds them better looking on you

_ Usually trying to have a date with you per week

_ Making silly playlist for you

_ Offering you homemade gifts like vase or necklace which often looks like a five-year-old made them but the intention is too cute so you like to expose his gifts

_ Snaping pictures of you playing with Locke for some memory’s album

_ Thinking that you are his home and happiness

_ Smiling whenever he catches you singing in the bathroom

_ Feeling relax every time you play with his hair

_ Wrapping tightly a comfy blanket around you when you are watching a movie

_ Lots of private jokes

_ The house is almost always filled with laughter

_ Giggling at his stupid dances

_ Eating way too many candies together when one of you feels down

_ Talking for hours during the night even after all this time dating each other

_ Having super deep conversation about silly subject such as which chocolate bar represents which president

_ Tickling you whenever you fake pout to win a silly debate

_ Watching the sunrise or the sunset together on the roof while smoking

_ Blushing whenever you compliment him

_ Letting you do his nails

_ Having matching manicure

_ Having a matching set of horrible PJs because it’s fun

_ Buying weird clothes for Kevin

_ Not really into PDA but gladly holding your hand when you are walking down the street

_ Sending regularly meme to each other

_ Whining if you leave the bed before him without a cuddle

_ Building pillow fort and having movie marathon in it

[thatredheadwriter]

Could you do a fluff writing for Pete Davidson. Something with the reader and Pete going to a red carpet together and being interviewed on the carpet. I’m kinda picturing the met! Your writings are amazing!

You know, this has been in my inbox for a while, and I just can't seem to write it.

I really don't think Pete would be super public about his relationship, especially after the whole Ariana thing. I think at most he'd be willing to do like a Relationship Q&A on her Insta or Youtube channel where it was just the two of them answering fan questions that they felt comfortable answering.

And I know he went to the Met and all, but he always talks about how he'd much rather stay in or hang with a small group of friends, so I don't think it'd be some big important moment for their relationship.

Also, thank you for the compliment, I just couldn't seem to write this one. I hope you're not disappointed and will continue to send in asks in the future.

[hollywoodsfavoritewhorexx]

could you do a fluff where it’s just a rainy day inside and pete comforts the reader on their period? it’s more than okay if you don’t wanna do this story! i hope you have a fantastic day/night 💖

omg yes i love it (i feel like it doesn't have much... content... but i guess thats what fluff is lol, also i wrote this in one take at 3am)

...

You lay in bed with the curtains pulled as shut as they could get to keep any light out, just staring at the ceiling. You heard Pete yelling your name from the kitchen. You didn’t respond cause it was just too much work.

There was a knock at the bedroom door. Then his head peeked in. “Babe?”

“NO. go away.” You groaned turning on your stomach burring your face in the pillow.

“You gotta get up. Its 11 O’clock.” He went to open the blinds.

“NO stop. I want the dark.”

“Jesus whats wrong with you” He laughed.

“Everything is wrong. Its raining. I woke up and my phone is dead. I feel like someone stabbed my head. I’m having the worst period ever. The worst cramps ever. I can’t find my heating pad. AND we are all out of Advil.” You complained.

He gave you a small smile and crawled beside you in bed. “Damn, thats pretty rough.” He paused for a minute and stood up. “okay ill be back in 30 minutes.”

“what no, stay with me and cuddle pleeeease.” You whined. He leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“You don’t even know why I’m leaving, but i promise i'll be right back and then i'll stay in bed all day with you”

You nodded and he left.

Almost an hour went by and he finally came back. You gave him an unimpressed look.

“Okay I’m sorry but, i had to go to like 4 different places.”

He set down a couple of bags down at the foot of the bed.

You sat up intreaged by what he got.

“Okay so first we have the boring stuff. Advil. Important but boring. Next,” He reached into the bag again. “We have the good stuff, food. Dark chocolate, berry skittles, and cookie dough ice cream cause its your favourite.” You smiled at him.

“My god your the best.” You told him.

“Oh just wait baby I’m not done. We also got raspberry tea cause i read it helped with cramps, and this peppermint oil roll on thing cause it helps with headaches. AND this heating pad with cats on it cause like, thats fucking adorable, and fuzzy socks cause why not.”

You smiled real big. “You are literally the best boyfriend any girl could have. Like actually, you did research. i love you so much. come here.” You gestured towards yourself to make him come back to the bed. He came over and cuddled right into your side. You put your head on his chest and hugged him. You guys put on a movie and watched for a while. Pete started kissing down your neck and burried his face in it. You played with his hair and everything just seemed to be a bit better now.