#pete davidson oneshot

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

[𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭] [no, but I would love to be sent you’re requests]

[𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1.32k 9 minutes read time]

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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.

#Peter micheal Davidson #pete davidson #Pete Davidson oneshot #pete davidson x reader #Pete Davidson x you #dad!petedavidson #dad!pete #pete davidson x pregnant!reader

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ACTORS MASTERLIST

Nick Robinson

Thanks, James 💖

You are an up-and-coming director who recently wrote and directed a major film that is coming out soon starring Robert Downey Jr. and Jennifer Garner. While you are on “The Late Late Show with James Corden” you start talking about your interest in other actors; Nick Robinson in particular.

Pete Davidson

Hangover Confessions 💖

It’s your birthday and you’re in love with your best friend.

Tom Holland

Tea and Hot Cocoa 💖

Tom attempts to take the next step in your relationship.

Sebastian Stan

The Proposal 💖

Sebastian realizes he’s ready to spend the rest of his life with you and you finally get a break from work. This makes it the perfect opportunity for him to propose. Featuring: Chris Evans.

#actors x reader #sebastian stan #tom holland #pete davidson #nick robinson #x reader #smut #fluff #angst #imagine #oneshot #fanfic

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In which I write imagines / one shots / preferences about musicians, characters, celebrities etc (male x male, male x female, female x female, non-binary) or poly. I take requests.

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Includes fluff, angst, smut (there will be clear indications on each chapter of what it introduces, including trigger warnings)

( all gender readers )

( book one )

( oc x characters/ celebrities etc )

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#wattpad #supernatural #the vampire diaries #machine gun kelly #pete davidson #spencer charnas #teen wolf #american horror story #american psycho #fanfic #oneshots #request #awsten knight

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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! 😀

#transformers #tf #transformers rotb #rotb #noah/mirage #rotb noah #rotb mirage #personal #brainrot #maccadams #maccadam #i can't stop #they are just so perfect #home team #bless all you fanfic writers for your beautiful fics #i need to contribute more to this tag because it's giving me life #chef's kiss #noah x mirage #mirage and noah #noah diaz #mirage #mirage/noah #mirage and noah are an iconic duo

[regionalskys]

Sweatpants

Request - can u wrote some pete smut/NSFW thank u

Pairing: Pete x Reader

Warnings: Smut n' cussing

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Sorry I've been so inactive! I've finished a lot of stories up though, so expect to see those posted soon ;)

“Pete, babe, come on! It’s time to get up!”

This was the third time you had yelled at him, and you’re starting to think maybe he died. You head towards the bedroom again and open the door a crack, peaking in. Pete had just gotten up and was stretching at the bedside. You stare in awe at him - his messy dark hair, standing up in standing many different directions. His toned arms reaching up over his head. As he stretches, a sliver of his stomach is exposed, and you mindlessly lick your lips. As your eyes go down, you notice his baggy grey sweatpants, which are tented up around his morning wood.

He just looked sexy.

You step through the door and close it gently behind you. He smiles sleepily at you.

“Hey,” he says, voice low and rough from sleep. “Good morning.”

You walk towards him and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He gives you a quick one and pulls away with a lopsided grin. “I gotta get ready,”

“No,” you whine. You grip his shirt and pull him down onto you on the bed. He relents - why wouldn’t he? - and starts kissing you roughly. Your hands run through his hair and tug, making him groan and buck his hips into yours.

“What's goin’ on?” He slurs. “See something you like?”

You nod enthusiastically. “You’re so sexy in the morning, you know that?”

The tips of his ears turn pink and he smiles shyly, looking away from you. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, no, no,” you say quickly. You sit up and pull him onto the bed so that his back is against the pillows. You straddle him and his hands come down to rest on your ass. He looks up at you with blown pupils, face soft. He loved when you made him feel special like this, and you could see the adoration in his face.

“Let me show you,” you whisper, hands running down his chest. “Let me show you how sexy you are.”

You lean in to kiss down his neck and his large hands grip into you tighter. He squeezes his eyes shut and groans lightly and you start to suck on a particular sweet spot. Your hands run down his chest again and then you pull apart to take it off. You continue to kiss down until you’re stationed in front of his dick, straining against his sweats.

“Did you dream about me last night?” you ask, and he groans.

“Always, sweetheart, Jesus Christ,” he groans, a hand tangling in your hair.

“So handsome like this, Pete,” you whisper. You kiss him over the fabric and you hear his breath hitch in his throat. You smile. “So needy and good for me.”

“Not true,” he groans with a smile. “I didn’t get up when you told me to.”

“Water under the bridge,” you laugh, and pull his sweats down. He watches as you take him from his briefs, blushing when you moan low in your throat. “So big, Pete.”

You kiss up his length and his hands twist tighter in your hair. You run your tongue along the underside of him and he lifts his hips slightly off the bed, wanting more contact. You give it to him easily, taking as much of him in as you could. His eyes roll back and you start to bob on him, savoring his little groans and praises.

“So good,” he groans. “Feel so good.”

The talk spurs you on and you move faster, hollowing your cheeks, just how he likes it. His hand guides you up and down and you feel your own arousal spike. He pulls you off of him, panting.

“Ride me, please,” he begs with a slight pout. You can still see the sleepiness in his eyes and you lean forward, kissing the tip of his nose. You kiss him again and then pull your own sweatpants off, brushing your underwear to the side. You knew you had to make this quick, as much as you wanted to savor it, or Pete would be late for whatever interview he had waiting for him.

You grind your hot, swollen folds on him and he moans loudly, hands finding their way to your hips again.

“Such a tease,” he whispers with a smile, guiding your hips over him.

“I know you like it,” you whisper back and kiss him. You wait until he’s distracted by your tongue before sinking onto him slowly.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he chokes, burying his head into your shoulder.

You smile and bite your lip. “You sound so cute when you talk like that, Pete.”

He rolls his eyes and plants his feet before thrusting into you, making you gasp. He thrusts quickly and you grab onto his broad shoulders for support, savoring how he feels inside of you and how his hands feel on your hips.

“Jesus,” you groan. “I thought - oh, God - I was fucking you?”

“You were -“ his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls into an ‘o’ - “taking too long.”

He sits up and starts to kiss and suck on your breasts, making you cry out. “You feel so good in me, Pete, fuck!”

He moans at the praise and fucks harder. A hand slides down and he rubs at your clit expertly, making your eyes cross. Pete doesn’t know how he didn’t cum right then, but he keeps thrusting before you push him down, hands laying flat on his chest.

“My turn,” you pant. You brace yourself on him and start to ride, slowly at first, but picking up the pace. You smile and bite your lip before breathing out, “You like when I fuck myself on your cock, Pete?”

He has no response except for another loud groan. You ride as fast as you can now while his fingers resume circling your clit. You look down at him, at his messy hair and sleepy eyes which are blown from the sex. “You’re so handsome, Pete. So pretty for me. Do you believe me now?”

Pete nods, dark eyes twisted shut. You smirk and roll your hips on him. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me.”

“Not without you.”

What a gentleman, you think, and you feel your stomach tighten as he works harder at your clit, grinding up to meet your strokes. Your mouth falls open and you cry out again. “Now, Pete!”

Pete cums with a groan, holding your hips in place on him as you reach your peak, too. Your body shivers overwhelmingly as you cum on him, feeling him pulse inside of you. You both take a moment to savor the feeling of each other before opening your eyes again. You reach forward to play with Pete's hair, which had grown more wild during the sexcapade.

“I love you, sleepy boy,” you whisper. You lean down and kiss his forehead and he pulls you down to him, holding you to his chest.

“What was that all about? The sweatpants?”

“And the hair. The hair is really hot.”

He hums in acknowledgment. “Good to know.”

#Pete Davidson #pete davidson x you #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson oneshot #smut #finished request

[eyoricka]

Fight - Pete Davidson

Requested: yes

Words: 2300

Trigger warnings: some curse words

Pete was not his regular self this past few days. The BPD was hitting hard probably because of stress. He was under pressure for his new special and his whole mental state was affected. You did everything you could to make him feel better, but it was tough. He booked more therapy sessions but on a short run it was not enough. You encouraged him to watch some movies he likes to relax, to express himself creatively and to do some exercises with you however it created more tension than everything. Small things were triggering some Pete’s negative reactions, it was very hard to keep up. You wanted to be there for him, showed that you cared. Sometimes it was just nearly impossible and that worried you. You were kind of used to those situations but this time it was a longer, rougher episode and it began to play with your own mental state.

You were in the kitchen baking some peanut butter brownie for the dessert when Pete entered in the room. He seemed tensed but smiled at you lazily. He approached you and kissed your temple while looking at what you were cooking. He frowned a bit but said nothing. You were surprised by this reaction, he usually loved this treat.

“You don’t like it anymore?”, you asked still taken aback. He rolled his eyes but remained silence which upset you. “You can use your words to answer, you know.”

“I am just wondering if you really know me and want the best for me” he replied growing annoyed.

“You what??!! Where does that come from?!!”

“You know I have Crohn and you know it can be worsened by nuts” he placed a huge emphasis on the you know. “But still you are baking this” he glanced at the brownie meanly, rose his hand towards it and for a second you thought he might throw it in the trash or on the floor. Instead, he put his hand on his face and sighed: “I really wondered why I still get home to be welcomed like that.”

Those words stung you, hard. You had taken of your time to bake this, it was just a small attention and you didn’t expect this reaction. You bit your lips refraining yourself to reply harshly, deep down believing that he didn’t think that, didn’t actually mean that.

“Well, I think you are stressed and angry and maybe you should go relax and we can discuss that later.” You kindly reply, putting a smile on your face.

“Now actually we should discuss that now, you are the one who says that when there is a problem, we have to discuss it, let’s do that.”

“Yeah, but when you are calm, ready to talk without your feelings interfering and risking saying things you don’t mean.”

“I am calm and ready to talk” he insisted visibly growing upset. You nodded and sighed frustratedly. There was no point arguing and you didn’t want to deal with him being angry for such a flutily, so you let him speak. You weren’t really listening carefully to what he was saying considering that he just needed to let some stuffs out because he was stressed. You were sure that he would apologize as soon as his crisis would be over so there was no point in taking to heartedly what he was saying. You didn’t want to ignore him, but it was easier that way, else you would probably be hurt by some words he pronounced without thinking. “Are you even listening to me?!!” he snapped at you while you were lost in your own thoughts. You winced trying to find a way to explain why you were not very into what he was saying without upsetting him even more.

“I…No I don’t really listen. But look Pete you are annoyed and half of the things you are saying, you will regret them later so…”

“You must be fucking kidding me!!! How can you know that I will regret them if you don’t even listen to them! You know what it proves, it proves that you don’t care about how I feel or why, that you don’t give a fuck about me!!”

“No, it is not like that!” you exclaimed trying to make your point.

“Stop trying to make yourself look like the nice guy while I am the bad one!!! Fuck… I can believe you, from all the people I thought I could trust you!”

“But you can” you pleaded.

“No!! Visibly I can’t but I should not be surprise you can’t even seem to remember or care about what I can eat or no so I guess listening to my feelings is too much to ask!!” You opened your mouth to reply to that but he continued: “Maybe if it is too much you should leave, you would probably be happier without me, without pretending you love me, care about me. And I would also be happier, I would finally find someone for me!!” he yelled certainly not even knowing what he was saying, the stress, the anger he was feeling for days were taking the best of him.

Even if you knew that, you still never expected such words. You were astonished to say the least. You couldn’t even answer to that, you were still processing those hurtful words. After few seconds at looking silently at each other, it hit you, what he just said, what he meant. It took every ounce of courage you had to not cry in front of him and simply nod, leave the room silently. You went to your share bedroom and grabbed a bag, put some clothes in it with your toiletry bag. You sent a quick text to a friend of yours asking her to sleep at her place for the night and she accepted without questioning you further. When you crossed the living room to leave the place, you saw that Pete was still standing there, looking at the window. He was back at you. “I will come back in few days to get back the rest of my stuff” you stated, and he didn’t turn around. You put everything in the car and drove to your friend’s place.

When Pete heard the sound of your car driving way, he realized. He realized what he had just say, what it implied, how badly he had screwed up. He wanted to run to you but it was too late, you were gone and he didn’t even know where, he haven’t even seen your face one last time. This broke him and tears streamed down his face. What an idiot. You were right. Of course it wasn’t the moment to talk, of course the anxiety he was feeling was taking the best of him, of course you had nothing to do with all of this. He had been so unfair to you, during all your relationship you had cared, you had listened to him, you had made your best to make him feel better, good, you always had been careful about his feeling, you had been supportive of his decisions and involved in everything he had tried to do. He never thanked you, not really and the only time you were not listening because you were sure that he was not thinking straight, he had been an asshole. He wanted to make it up, he needed to apologize, he wanted to fix things, but he ignored where to start. He was crushed by the idea that it was definitely over, that he would never see you smile at him, wear his shirt, cook for him, play video games with him, falling asleep in his arms while watching movies… All those precious, treasured moments you shared would vanish and he would never be able to relive them.

He tried to recompose himself and called you, but he never reached anything else than your voicemail. The sole sound of your voice humming asking to leave a message was enough to make him sob again. He fell asleep that night crying while you did the same some miles away. Those few miles felt like the abyss between you, an abyss that none of you would be able to cross that night to join the other.

When you woke up the following morning, you had a lump in your throat, you felt sick. Your friends had made you a delicious breakfast to cheer you up and you smiled kindly at her. She didn’t pry in your intimacy last night, she did what she could to make you happier, gave you space and let you sleep while insisting that she was there in case you needed. You were so grateful to have her. As you were eating, you received a text from Pete, you were not sure if you wanted to open it or not, if you were brave enough to read it but you couldn’t avoid it. You would have to read it at some point so there was no need to put it to another moment. You were a bit shook by his words, expecting a breakup text, a date to pick up your remaining stuff. You couldn’t help but smile a bit at your screen: “I am so dumb, I am surely the dumbest dude in all New York, and I am sorry, I can’t apologize enough for my behavior. But please give me one last chance to talk to you, if you don’t want to see me after that I can understand but I want to apologize to you in person, you deserve it, you are amazing and that is the least I could do after all the hurt I caused.” You texted back a brief ok, thanked again your friend and drove back to your place. Your fingers were drumming nervously against the steering wheel.

To your surprise the front door wasn’t locked and then you remembered that you had left in such a rush that you hadn’t even taken the keys. As you took off your shoes, you heard Pete made his way to the entrance and you took a seconds or two to look at him. Judging by the enormous bag under in eyes you guessed he hadn’t had much sleep last night, his eyes were glossy giving you a clue on how he spent the night crying. He looked miserable and you presume that you looked the same. He approached you slowly like he was scared that you would reject him. When he realized that you were not angry at him but rather hurt, he internally felt like dying. He had always sworn to make you happy, laugh, to protect you and in the end, he was the precise reason you were pained. He rose his hand to help you to take your coat off and you noticed that his hand was shaking.

“I am that intimidating?” you humored him, and he smiled sadly at you. You then proceed to follow him in the living room, as you sat on the couch, he paced around the room. Your eyes followed him closely as he was moving, chewing on his lips, and playing with his sweatshirt. He eventually locked his eyes with yours and decided to sit down in the armchair in front of you.

“I am sorry, I fucked up immensely, I don’t even have words to tell you how sorry I am. What I did, what I told you, it was unspeakable, ignominious, and if you can’t forgive now or never, I would get it but sincerely I am sorry. I can even begin describe how much I feel like the worse for making you feel like this, to have accused you of things you never did. You always had been there for me, always, even in the harder moments, you had always tried to make me feel better when I am low, you spent hours listening to me and my struggles and the only thing I do is to tell you that you don’t do enough. Fuck, I am so stupid. I should have listened to you. I know apologize are not enough, I realize how badly I hurt you, how from the start I was an ass. You baked me something I like and because I am feeling bad, I take all my anger at you, this is fucked up I am sorry. My mental health is not an excuse for what I did to you, to treat you like this it was awful of me. I felt anxious and attacked at work, so I attack you and this behavior, my behavior it can not lead us anywhere except to our downfall. You don’t have to forgive, you don’t have to say anything, I would get it you know, I am just sorry.”

You brushed away a tear on your cheek, you felt like crying and you couldn’t pinpoint why. Maybe because you were really hurt, or because this apology seemed so sincere or simply because you couldn’t stand to see him like this considering that he had realized how cruel he had been. You stood up and took his hands in yours, enjoying their warmth. You let him engulf you in his arms, intoxicated by his scent while he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

“What you said yesterday, it stung me hard, but I am willing to forgive you, Pete. But I don’t want to relive that again, not in few days, not in months, not in years. I want this to make us stronger, we can use this to advance, to be better, okay?” you whispered as you pressed your head against his chest. You felt him tighten his grip on you as he murmured back “okay”.

#pete davidson #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson imagine #snl fic #pete davidson fanfic #pete davidson oneshot

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Pete really said don't worry I got you buddy and down they both went 😂😂

#machine gun kelly #mgk aesthetic #mgkedit #estxx #mgkxx #mgkconcert #mgk oneshot #mgk lyrics #styleoftheday #styleblogger #mgk #colsonbaker #pete davidson

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hey besties plz reblog

hey besties im currently taking one-shot requests for these fandoms/folks

*corpse

*eef (crankgameplays)

*pete davidson

*any character from The Vampire Diaries

*callmekevin?? possibly?

*maybe colson baker

feel free to req whatever you want from this list! fair warning, i do have hard limits with some things. /i will not, nor will i ever, write smut for corpse, ethan, or kevin, do not req smut for any of them as you will simply be dissapointed/

#corpse #ethan nestor #eef #pete davidson #tvd #vampire diaries #callmekevin #mgk #colson baker #Fic #open requests #oneshot

[watchmegetobsessed]

🔥 = smut   🌈 = readers’ favorite (with more than 1k notes)   🌷 = author’s favorite

hello there! to avoid having my masterlists getting crashed, i am now starting a new one for oneshots written in 2022! the previous posts will be available of course, only my new works will be found here!

Find my other masterlists HERE !

No Regrets — You’ve been trying your best to avoid hollywood’s biggest charmer, Harry Styles. However, your longtime friend, Gemma Chan is working harder than the devil and has other plans for NYE.

Nervous 🔥🌈--- After a series of unfortunate events, you're stuck at your boss' place for an indefinite time. And things take an unexpected turn...

Saturday Night Live 🌈--- You’re in a PR relationship with your long time friend, Pete Davidson. Hosting SNL along with Harry as the musical guest, you are hoping your fake relationship will spark some jealousy in the british singer you’ve been crushing on forever. (collab with @harrysfolklore)

My Best Girl 🔥🌈--- Sequel to Good Girl. It’s been a year since your arrangement with Harry turned into a love story. Now you’re living happily with the man of your dreams, but something causes some trouble in your little paradise. Or maybe someone…

Intruder --- Harry, being the heroic boyfriend that he is, saves you from a vicious spider in the bedroom.

Violet --- Harry calls out the name of a woman in his sleep. But it’s not yours…

Growing Old 🌷--- Harry reflects on the passing of time on the morning of his 28th birthday. Growing old doesn’t sound too scary with you by his side.

Puzzle Pieces --- Harry loves a good party. But he loves spending his evening at home with you.

The Naked Truth🔥 --- Harry is a broke med student and Niall talks him into modeling for an art class. Naked.

Next Door 🔥🌈--- Your neighbor keeps getting on your nerves and you hate him for that but you hate how good-looking he is even more.

Language Course --- Doing promo interviews is tiring, especially when an asshole makes fun of your accent. Luckily Harry, your costar is quick to defend you.

Teamwork 🔥🌈 --- You're rather quiet in bed, but Harry is desperate to make you scream and he is not afraid to use toys in the process.

Sunkissed --- The warm spring weather brings out your obsession with Harry's neck and shoulders.

As It Was 🌈 --- You’re on a break, but Harry calls you drunk one night and you don’t even think twice before going over to check on him.

Wasted Time 🔥🌈 --- An unusually nice looking man wanders into the bar where you work at and an unexpected friendship forms along with a deal, but how long can it last when you start to fall for the man that’s out of your league?

Three Birthdays --- A glimpse of three of your birthdays in the past 2 decades, all of them somehow connected to Harry.

Proof --- People think your relationship with Harry is just a PR stunt, but you have a wild idea how you could prove them wrong.

Power Couple --- You’re an independent and strong woman and Harry loves that about you. He won’t let anyone belittle you by dropping your doctoral title.

Wet Dreams 🔥🌈--- Harry misses you. A lot… and he shares with you the wet dreams he’s been having about you.

Infatuation 🔥🌈— You’re about to start your business as an interior designer. Thanks to your best friend, your first client turns out to be none other than Harry Styles, the insanely handsome and stupidly rich business man.

Everyday Things - Harry loves the everyday things, especially when they include you. Like going to the supermarket in the night because you want ice-cream and then shagging in the car, because he can’t keep his hands to himself.

Ice Cold --- Harry goes swimming in the Irish Sea and he wants you to go with him.

My Queen 🌈--- Harry would do anything for his pregnant girlfriend, just minutes before he is expected to be on the stage he is still seeking ways to comfort her.

Exception 🌈--- Harry had a long day and enough of everyone. Everyone, except you.

The Feeling Is Mutual --- Your little Italian getaway with Harry is something you’ll probably remember forever, since it’s where Harry has decided to get on one knee.

Intimate And Public 🌈--- Being on your honeymoon in Italy, you make some realizations about your marriage.

Princess 🌈--- Harry has been relentless to get you to date him. At a frat party you finally have a conversation that overturns everything.

Cover Up 🔥🌈--- Harry gets a little too possessive when he sees your nipples peeking through your shirt.

In The Middle --- You have different beliefs about marriage, but you end up meeting in the middle.

Overprotective --- Harry takes being protective a bit too far and you snap.

Blind Eye 🔥🌷🌈--- Harry thought everything was going well in his marriage. Right until one day his wife left with no explanation and not he is stuck in the dark, waiting to find out how he can fight for what matters the most to him.

Big Boss 🌈--- Your boyfriend breaks up with you to focus on his career. So you start dating his boss.

Cozy Sunday --- Spending the day in bed with your boyfriend.

Snacks And Sex 🌈--- You’re three months pregnant, but the world doesn’t know. Seeing some pictures of yourself online really get to you.

Parent Trap 🔥🌈--- Harry has been crushing on the mother of her daughter’s classmate and now that she has divorced, a bake sale finally brings them together.

Golden Ticket --- You change your mind about your halloween costume last minute because you fear Harry might find it too revealing, but he thinks otherwise.

Childish 🌈--- It was supposed to be a perfect, cozy fall weekend. Right until you doubt whether you’re the perfect fit for your older, successful boyfriend.

Hopelessly Devoted To You --- You’re hopelessly devoted to Harry’s Danny costume.

Like Fine Wine 🌈--- Harry needs glasses, but he refuses to put them on and there’s a deeper meaning behind it than you thought.

Date Night 🌈--- You’re supposed to go on a date night, but when Harry comes home he finds you, his pregnant wife asleep, so he changes your plans for the evening.

Delicious 🔥🌈--- There’s just something incredibly delicious about seeing Harry sunbathing.

Subtle 🌈--- Harry’s not so subtle way of hinting that he is in the mood.

Midnight Crush 🌈--- Harry has had a crush on Sarah’s sister for a long time and this year, at the NYE party he can finally shoot his shot, because she’s freshly single.

No Heartbreak 🌈--- You planned to spend the holidays alone, just like you always do. However, your boss had other ideas.

Sauna Session 🔥🌈--- All you wanted was some relaxing time alone in the nude sauna cabin, but that one mysterious and ridiculously handsome man had to be there at the same time as you. Things get hot, but not just because of the sauna.

Twenty-Nine --- It’s Harry’s birthday, he is surrounded by love, but there is one person missing from beside him. You.

And The Grammy Goes To 🌈--- The moment Harry wins another Grammy.

The BRITs 🔥--- You and Harry are getting drunk at the BRITs and you can’t control your desires for each other.

Early Morning --- Early morning snuggles in bed.

Sneaky --- Everyone is into the hot TA that substitutes for your professor. One sneaky picture leads you to what every girl dreamed of in class.

Fascination --- Part 2 to Infatuation. Making your first official appearance as Harry’s girlfriend brings some struggles, but you realize that nothing really matters as long as you have his love.

Bulletproof 🌷🌈--- Being Eroda’s first daughter is not all sunshine and rainbows. It’s tough out there when people are so fast to judge you and turn their back on you. But there is one person who’s been there for you all along. Your bodyguard, Harry.

Decode --- You’re up for the promotion you’ve always dreamt about, but right when you need to prove everything goes downhill. Lucky for you the cute, quiet IT guy, Harry, is there to help you out.

Night Out 🌈--- You’re getting ready for a girls’ night out and Harry joins you in the bathroom in the process, mesmerized with everything you do.

Too Far 🌈--- Harry has been extremely clingy since you’ve found out you were pregnant and this morning is no exception either.

Dessert 🌈--- Harry gets hit on at an event, but the woman fails terribly, because he only has eyes for his pregnant girlfriend who is busy by the buffet table.

Cheesy --- It's your annual trip to Italy with your boyfriend, but he is planning to make it special by asking you one important question.

My Hero --- Some drunk guy gets dirty with you when you refuse to serve him. Luckily, Harry is there to stand up for you, even if he is not too good at it.

No More Games 🔥🌈--- Your friend forces you to give Tinder a try. Surprisingly you fetch a date with the handsome and a little bit older Harry. But he stands you up and you lose hope in dating. However it’s a real plot twist when you run into him at your dad’s barbeque and he is introduced to you as the future CEO of your father’s company.

Crush --- Harry has been into you for way too long, but you haven’t given him a chance. You run into each other at the Grammy’s afterparty and you finally tell him why you’re so adamant about keeping your distance.

Puppy Love 🌷🌈--- Harry has been on his well deserved break, but has run out of activities faster than he expected. Killing time he’s been going to the same café and park for a walk pretty often, but it might have something to do with the pretty woman with the cute dog he’s been seeing on these walks.

Wardrobe Malfunction 🌈--- You’re dealing with a bit of a wardrobe malfunction upon arriving to a wedding. At first your boyfriend is no help, but then he saves the day as always.

My Husband 🌈---  It’s been days since your wedding, but it is just now sinking in. Harry is your husband.

On Repeat 🔥🌈--- As his personal assistant, you definitely shouldn’t be havin dirty thoughts of Harry, especially not about the way his tongue on his guitar. But it’s hard to resist and you need relief, but you never thought your boss would be more than willing to help you out.

Just Hands 🔥--- Harry, your college best friend has offered to help you move, but neither of you expected him to find your dildo in the midst of packing. And you especially not expected what came afterwards.

Unspoken --- Your college roommate wants to get you out of your shell and brings you to your first frat party. It’s not quite your setting, but when you meet a nice boy in the bathroom it gets better. Right until he catches your roommate’s eyes as well.

The Final Show 🌈--- You made a promise in the beginning of Love On Tour and now it’s catching up with you and though your heart wants you to keep your word, you know it’s not that easy, because it’s about your boss, the person who matters the most to you.

Home --- You knew the emotions would catch up with Harry once more after the show. And you’re there to guide him through these overwhelming feelings.

Illicit Thoughts 🔥🌈--- Harry has been nothing but professional when it came to you, but the short skirt you wore to the office seems to crumble his whole act finally.

Illicit Temptation 🔥🌈--- Part II. to Illicit Thoughts. A business trip to Italy brings more than just professional success. One hot afternoon, deliciously cold water and a series of unfortunate events bring out the illicit temptation you both have been fighting.

Illicit Acts 🔥🌈--- Part III. to Illicit Thoughts and Illicit Temptation. The temptation is higher than ever, especially when Harry has to watch you dance with his possible future business partner.

Fruity --- Italy, Harry, pregnancy cravings and an ice-cream crisis solved by your wonderful husband.

Siren --- It was supposed to be a little lonely getaway in your dad’s Italian villa, but plans get a little messed up and you end up having to share the villa with your dad’s friend, Harry.

Trophy Wife 🌈--- You’re not what one would expect a CEO’s girlfriend to be like. You’re not like all those trophy wives. But does it bother Harry? That with you it’s not yachts and fancy drinks and modern luxury, just wildflowers, mismatched furniture and shared finances.

Unofficial --- You and Harry are in a temporary phase of bein unofficial, but you don’t mind it, especially the tiny moments you share when no one is looking.

Mistletoe --- Everyone knows Harry is crushing on Y/N, but he hasn’t made any major moves. Maybe tonight, when they find themselves under the mistletoe…

One Year --- On the day before Christmas you realize just how much has changed in one year.

Mistaken hatred --- Things don’t go as smooth as you planned with your bakery’s opening, but you’re doing your best to overcome the struggles. However there is one person who is hating on your business as if it was his job: Harry Styles. You just wish you knew what you did to earn his hatred…

The Usual --- It’s a slow day at the diner, everyone is in a post-Christmas haze. However yours clears up when your favorite stranger shows up, smug as always but this time some nasty bruises are all over his handsome face.

Forever --- Bucky feels like the luckiest man alive to call you his and he is ready to call you by another name: his wife. But for that he needs to make you his fiancé first.

Hot And Nice --- Sebastian accidentally goes live.

Monster --- Frank shows up at your place again but this time you’ll not let him belittle your feelings for him.

Avenge You 🌈--- When Steve is pulled into the Upside Down through watergate, you do not hesitate before jumping after him.

Back Together 🌈--- You and Steve broke up not long ago, but watching over Max in the night brings the two of you back together.

#harry styles #harry #styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles au #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #masterlist #watchmegetobsessed #watchmegetobsessed masterlist #harry styles oneshot #harry styles masterlist #masterlist 2022

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REQUESTS

Hey loves! I wanted to start a blog cause I enjoy reading the works of others. I wanna take requests from those who would like to submit any. The people I will write for are listed below, if there is someone different you would like me to write for, put it in the request! I don't have many rules, but if I don't feel comfortable with a request I will not write it. Please give me some time if you do request something I will definitely try to get it done asap. I don't mind writing smut but I am definitely not the best at it. If you have any requests you can submit them in the request link on my account! Thank you so much!

Rules:

-Please be respectful

-Specify the gender pronouns, I will assume female pronouns

-Please be specific in the details of your request

-Please be specific in character preferences

I will write:

-Scenarios

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

-Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Content

I will not write:

-Anything that I am not comfortable with writing

-Anything that may offend someone's sexuality, gender, identity, or ethnicity

-Dylan O'Brien (Stiles Stilinksi, Mitch Rapp, Thomas)

-Sebastian Stan (Bucky Barnes)

-5 Seconds of Summer

-Calum Hood

-Luke Hemmings

-Ashton Irwin

-Michael Clifford

-Jack Harlow

-Kian Lawley

-JC Caylen

-Chris Evans (Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, Ari Levison)

-Tom Holland (Peter Parker, Cherry, Arvin)

-Angus Cloud (Fezco)

-Jacob Elordi (Nate Jacobs)

-Iann Dior

-Ross Lynch

-The Vamps

-Brad Simpson

-Tristan Evans

-Timothee Chalamet

-Aron Piper (Ander Munoz)

-Lorenzo Zurzolo (Niccolo Rossi Govender)

-Dominic Fike (Elliot)

-Pete Davidson

-Drew Starkey

-Matthew Gray Gubler (Spencer Reid)

-Vinnie Hacker

-Urban Wyatt

#matthew gray gubler x reader #spencer reid x reader #colson baker x reader #drew starkey x reader #pete davidson x reader #lorenzo zurzolo x reader #dominic fike x reader #aron piper x reader #ander munoz x reader #zabdiel de jesus x reader #erick brian colon x reader #richard camacho x reader #christopher velez x reader #timothee chalamet x reader #tristan evans x reader #brad simpson x reader #ross lynch x reader #iann dior x reader #jacob elordi x reader #nate jacobs x reader #angus cloud x reader #fezco x reader #tom holland x reader #peter parker x reader #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #vinnie hacker x reader #jack harlow x reader #urban wyatt x reader #calum hood x reader

[petesvodka]

together

request from the lovely @silkykitten69-1

Hi!!! Could you do a oneshot of pete davidson and an actress dating? You’ve been dating for a couple of months and he decides he wants to move in together in their own apartment?? Id appreciate it!!

word count - 1.2k

warnings - there aren't any :)

authors note - this is such an adorable concept, i really hope i did it justice. i'll be honest, it was a tad bit rushed, so i might end up editing it later on. anyway, if you've got any thoughts on the story or a request, feel free to send them my way! :)

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Sweet early morning air drifted in through an open window, tugging you closer and closer to reality from your comfortable slumber.

You realize something's off when you can't feel the warmth of his body next to yours, and that's enough to get you to sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes.

Something's different today, you can feel it. When you glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand, red digital letters reading 8:23, you know something's up.

In the months you've known and dated Pete, he's never managed waking up before 10 or 11.

Slowly, you stretch the sleep from your bones before swinging your legs over the side of the bed, sliding on a pair of slippers before standing up. You hear pans clatter to the floor from the kitchen, followed swiftly by a rush of curses, and you smile softly to yourself.

Making your way from the bedroom, you're greeted with the rich smell of freshly brewed coffee, a smell that only grew stronger and stronger the closer you walked to the kitchen. Music played quietly from his phone, and you recognize it to be something by Kid Cudi.

You can't help but smile when you see him, back turned to you, with what you assume to be a spatula in hand as he attempts to make scrambled eggs. He's never really made you breakfast before, mostly because the boy can't cook anything other than poptarts and ramen. But for you, he'd at least try.

"G'morning," You say

"Fuck!" Pete whips his head around quickly to look at you, and you chuckle softly to yourself. "Jesus, Y/N, you scared the hell out of me." He says, but he's already smiling

You return the smile, although softer, as you slowly make your way to him. Your arms loop comfortably around his waist as you look up at him. He still smells of sleep, hair still beautifully messy.

You don't bother with an apology because you know he doesn't expect one. Instead, you want to know why he's up so early.

"You sleep okay?" You ask gently as Pete looks down at you, dark eyes studying your face with a strange mix between a smile and a frown.

"Oh, yeah." His hands go to your hair, playing with a piece so he doesn't have to maintain eye contact. Your gaze doesn't leave his face, though.

"Why are you up so early?" You ask, getting straight to the point. He twirls your hair around his long, slender finger, and you can see him coming up with either an excuse or an explanation.

He leans down, softly connecting your lips with his own. "How 'bout I finish up making breakfast. Then I'll tell you."

You sigh softly as you gaze up to him, stealing a quick kiss. "Fine... But I'm helping."

. . .

With the two of you working together, breakfast was ready quickly. But you had to admit, the kitchen was too small, even if it was just the two of you.

Still, though, that wasn't exactly something you were paying much mind to. Rather, you couldn't help but notice how oddly Pete seemed to be acting.

He was still his lovely, goofy self, but something just seemed off. Like he wasn't all there with you.

As you sat down at the kitchen table, a tiny thing by a window, just barely large enough for three people to comfortably sit, the smell of french toast and coffee filled your nose.

Pete sits across from you, setting down a plate that mirrored yours exactly, his face being illuminated by warm rays of morning sun.

He doesn't look down as he brings a mug of sweetened heavily coffee to his lips.

You start eating your syrup-drizzled french toast, watching him carefully as you wait for him to speak. He knows you're waiting, too, which is why he tries to look everywhere that isn't you.

"Pete..." You finally say, reaching over and taking his hand into your own. Your thumb traces over the boney ridges of his knuckles, and he bits his bottom lip.

"I've been thinking a lot..." He finally says, and you frown a bit. He cracks a small smile. "I know, I know, that's never a good way to start a sentence, but it's true."

He takes a deep breath, his chest dramatically expanding and falling. His eyes, illuminated into a sweet honey brown by the sun, meets your gaze, and he hesitates.

You know whatever he's about to say is important, so you try your best not to rush him, but fuck, you can literally feel your pulse in the back of your throat.

"I... I think we should get our own apartment. Together." Pete says, and he frowns slightly as if in preparation for a negative reaction

You feel your jaw fall open slightly, and you see fear in Pete's eyes before a large, impossibly bright smile curls to your lips.

"Wait- really?!" You ask, sheer excitement seeping into your tone. Pete's reaction begins to mirror your own, a bright smile pulling to his pink lips as he nods.

"Yeah, I mean," He allows for his fingers to trace small circles on your hand, "This place is great and all, but it's not meant for a couple."

You're absolutely beaming as you stand up, fingers interlocking with his own as you made your way to his side of the table. Standing between his legs, your hand goes to his cheek as he looks up at you, smile still radiant on your lips as his hand goes to your waist. You kiss him softly, tasting the sweet coffee on his lips as he pulls you closer.

"I love you," You say against his lips, and you can feel him smiling.

"I love you more," He says, and you know he means it as he gently pulls you onto his lap.

"What's your opinion on New York city?" Pete asks, holding you close to his body

"I don't really have one. Why?" You ask, finger twirling a lock of his dark hair as you looked down at him.

"Well, I told you I've been thinking a lot about this." He smiles softly as he looks at you, and you can feel the love radiating from his gaze. "New York City is fantastic when it comes to auditions, you wouldn't believe the number of opportunities there."

You look at him with a glint of astonished bewilderment in your eyes. You realize, in that very moment, that even though you have only been with him for a few months, you are fully confident you were made for each other. Cut from the same cloth, formed from the same stardust.

The love you feel for him swells throughout your entire being, and you can't help but think how glad you are to have him. Someone who doesn't just support you, but who also cares.

Just from the adoring look in his eyes, you know you don't have to say anything else. Sometimes the two of you go beyond what words could communicate.

In all honestly, Pete truly couldn't care less about where the two of you lived.

As long as he was with you, he was home.

#pete davidson #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson x you #pete davidson fanfiction #fluff #request complete! #mars writes

[davidsons89]

Hi babe do you think you can do a fluffy pete oneshot :)

a/n: sure thing darling <3

pete davidson x reader

warnings: none :)

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“haha loser” pete joked as you miss a strike at bowling. you’re both having a romantic day out with each other as a happy couple. “shut the hell up” you chuckled, lightly tapping his chest. “let’s see you do better” you cross your arms over your chest, standing aside for pete’s turn.

he grabs the ball, swings it back and releases it. it slides down the middle of the lane. you roll your eyes as it hits the middle pin, knocking all the rest down. “STRIKE” the mini tv above the bowling booth reads out. “yeah we get it” you jokingly raise your voice. it was the end of the game. “i beat you.. better luck next time” he teased you. “yeah yeah” you sarcastically laugh.

you both didn’t wanna leave yet, so you decided to grab something to eat in the same building. “here you go” pete says, handing you a plate of nachos with a few dips. “thank you baby” you say, taking it from him to take the first bite, dipping it in some guacamole.

he sits down opposite you and the two of you share a platter of nacho’s with a slushie each. “cheers” he says, raising his cup to you. you giggle and raise yours, lightly hitting the two together. “love you” he says as you both take a sip of your ice cold slushie’s through the straw. he watches you pull a ‘brain freeze’ face as you sat still for a moment. “jesus” you giggle it off.

after eating and drinking, you played in the arcade area together. you suddenly gasp as you were walking to the dance dance revolution game. “i want it” you say like an over-excited child as you run over to the claw machine. “aww” pete giggles at your excitement at the stuffed animal. it was your favorite animal. you couldn’t not take it home. “please try” you give him the puppy dog eyes. he playfully rolls his. “anything for my sweet baby” he says, reaching down to kiss your soft lips. he pulls away to put a coin in the machine and he begins aiming to win it.

you cover your eyes with your hands, not wanting to spoil it for yourself. a few tries later, you hear the sound of pete bending down to grab something. your heart flutters as he moves your hands from your face, handing you the beautiful stuffed animal. you gasp as your eyes lit up. “thank you” you grin and smile as you pull him into a hug. “of course babe.. let’s go come on” he grabs your hand, racing you to the dancing game.

you both put your things aside and jump on, pete starts the game by putting a coin in and pressing a few buttons. “please go with easy.. i’m not built for this shit” you laugh away as pete presses easy mode. the dancing begins, you both watch the screen as you focus on moving your feet correctly.

you laugh as pete stumbles, you’re winning. you haven’t missed a single step. you tricked him into thinking you aren’t good, you’re the best. “wow, show off” he giggles as he fails to catch up to your level. as the dance ended, the winner came up on the screen. “i beat you this time. loser” you say, poking his chest with your index finger as you moved on to the next few games. you enjoyed spending romantic days with him, he is your comfort person. he is the love of your entire life. you look forward to more days like this in the future. you cling on to your stuffed animal for the rest of the day.

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#pete davidson #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson fluff #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson one shot

[cocosstories]

Pete Davidson One Shot

the other week i had a really gnarly migraine and ended up fainting— that’s never happened to me before and i was home alone so shit was scary to deal with by myself. Could you please write something where reader faints and pete is there to help her out?

Could you write a fluffy pete davidson oneshot where she falls asleep in his lap or something and he just looks at her with heart eyes and has that “fuck i love this girl” moment

Hey do you think you could do a Pete oneshot where it’s like your first time crying infront of him but he’s rlly comforting about it? Thank you!💖💖💖

You were laying in the dark bedroom, willing the medication you had taken for your migraine to finally kick in.

Groaning, you pull yourself up and out of bed, feeling the need for some water.

Just as your feet hit the floor, you suddenly feel dizzy and spots blur your vision while a ringing sensation fills your ears.

"Pete..."

You barely get out before you crumple to the floor.

"Babe?"

Pete peaks into the door and runs towards you once he sees you unconscious on the floor.

"Baby, wake up."

He carefully pulls you into is lap as you slowly start coming around.

"What happened?"

You look up at him, confused and disoriented as he explains what he had walked into.

"Why didn't you tell me your migraine was so bad?"

He asks and you begin to cry, kicking yourself for letting yourself cry in front of him for the first time.

"Shh. Babe, it's ok. Everything thing is going to be ok."

He stands up then picks you up and carries you to the livingroom, laying you on the couch.

"Where are you going?"

You ask, still crying a little bit.

"I'll be right back. Don't worry."

He smiles and heads to the kitchen to grab a warm pack.

"Put this on your neck"

He hands you the pack and sits down, putting your head in his lap and stroking your hair.

Soon enough, the combination of the meds and hot pack ease the pain enough for you to fall asleep, still laying in Pete's lap.

He stairs down at you looking so peaceful, going back over the last hour and half.

It had been a day of firsts in your relationship and even though they weren't the typical mushy, amazing type of firsts, Pete can't help but think.

'Fuck, I really love this girl.'

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

[alecyoualot]

Alexandria Roman (a.k.a. Dark Angel) is unlucky to have caught a so-called lethal hitman scarfing through her cookie jar in the dark after waking to get some water. And she is just as lucky, for many reasons to be discovered, that this said hitman is none other than Richard Hertz (a.k.a. Blackguard).

you know what if i can’t find blackguard x reader/oc fics (full ones i mean ! vv thankful for the few oneshot writers <3) i’ll write them myself 😤😭 here is the first chapter to my blackguard x oc fanfic ! it’s a very grumpy gf, bubbly bf pair if you’re into that. also slow updates because of college but i try to make them long. hopefully this satisfies the pete davidson fans <3

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Pete’s assistant - Pete Davidson

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Warning: 2 curse words

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You had been Pete’s assistant for many years now. You had begun as an intern at NBC and that’s how you met Pete. The two of you immediately clicked, there was like a strange bond between you like you always knew each other or were meant to meet, to work together. So at the end of your internship, Pete asked you if you wanted to be his assistant, to help him with pretty much everything. He wasn’t famous enough to really have a publicist, so you also fill up this role. It was funny at first. Pete was nice to you, never asking for anything impossible to get. Contrary to many other celebs with their assistant, he treated you like his equal. Planning interviews was something you enjoyed, he was mostly in some presented by his friends, so it was pretty chill, and you learnt so much. You let Pete took charge of his social media presence, he was more than okay at it, was natural and able to create a connection with his fans.

However, at some point everything changed. Pete got way bigger, he was famous like really famous, not just known by SNL and stand-ups afficionados.  Things got out of hand quickly. You still liked to work for Pete, he was still adorable to you but handling negative comments, the infamous song about him, people reactions and the repercussions on his mental health was a nightmare. You had too much to think about: to make sure he was feeling okay or at least not too bad, to make sure he would sleep, eat, not take too much drugs, go to work, go outside, try to stop the continuous harassment… Pete hired a publicist to take some weight out of your shoulders and have someone who would focus only on his impacted public image. Even though, Pete was probably at rock bottom, it was nice to see that he would still be kind to you, trying to smile a bit when you were ding your best to cheer him up.

And this is how the problems began for you. You knew the rule number one of any assistant: never fall for your boss. But you couldn’t help it. You had always loved his personality however you never considered having feelings for him. However, seeing him hurt, fragile but still caring about his close circle, still trying his best everyday for people he loved, still being nice when he could easily be an ass and take the heartbreak as an excuse, was enough to make you acknowledged that maybe you wanted to be more than a friend to him.

You decided to keep your emotions for yourself. You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself or lose your job and friend for feelings that would never be reciprocated. To forget about them, you went on dates with several people, it was a failure. Every time you could stop yourself from comparing your date with Pete. Even if some people were funny enough, smart enough, kind enough, they were simply not enough. A date with them was pleasant but you couldn’t picture more, and it would be cruel to force a relationship with someone you didn’t have feelings for just to hide your current crush. So after some dates you gave up on the idea of finding someone for the moment and preferred to take time for yourself. As the year went on, you were the witness of Pete’s different and non-working relationships. You were happy for him, truly. He was able to move on which was great and he felt more like himself. But it still hurt to see him get far too involved in relations that were doomed to fail. He was too intense and passionate for his own good. You advised him to follow your example and take time for himself, to love himself and understand what he wanted, needed from a partner. Surprisingly, he did it and it did good on him.

A few months later, you were at a small gathering to celebrate Pete’s Netflix comedy special. The reviews were good, and the audience was following, it was great to watch Pete’s career on track to success, he would finally be recognized for his art. You were talking to Dave about the process of writing when you are down and how cathartic humor is. You glanced distractedly several times in Pete’s direction confident that you were discreet. As your drink was empty, you scanned the room to find the nearest bottle of a beverage you like. Your eyes met Colson’s ones and he grinned mischievously at you. You rose an eyebrow wondering why he looked like a devious elf and quickly manage to appease your thoughts, rationalizing that it was only Colson being his drunk and high self.  

As you made your way to the counter full of bottles to pour you a glass, you felt two hands clapped your shoulders. You turned promptly and faced Colson who was smirking even wider.

“What do you want?” You asked not surprised by his presence but cautious about what he was about to say.

“Well just to chat with a lovely assistant, it has been a while since we haven’t talk.” He replied sweetly, an innocent smile replacing his smirk and you understood fully well why so many girls were crazy about him.

“Cut the crap” You deadpanned, not in the mood for his banter.

“I still wonder why I try to sugarcoat things with you” he mumbled certainly more for himself. After some long seconds of silence, he let out in a charming voice: “Don’t you think that would be the perfect night?”

You weren’t sure of what he was implying. He liked flirting but you seriously doubt that he was since he would never cross that border, maybe he was just bored or wanted to tease you. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of an answer that would fuel his joust.

“You don’t ask me the perfect night for what?” He added kind of amused by your lack of reaction. “Well I will tell you anyway because else it wouldn’t be funny. So my dear don’t you think it would be the perfect night to admit your badly hidden feelings for you know who.”

You gulped at those words. You attempt to come back with a witty, chill repartee that would show that you were diverted by this non-sense and not knowing about what he was talking about, but your mind was blank. You were sure that tonight before sleeping while your mind would replay this scene, you would think of many clever replies.

“Still no answer, I bet that this time it is not for the same reason, right” Colson joked, and you cursed yourself.

“I just don’t understand what you mean” you eventually managed to say, cringing at this lame attempt to act cool.

“Your blushing cheeks and stiff body are telling the opposite” Nice even your own body was now betraying you.

“I get that you are bored Colson and even if it would probably be the funniest thing of your night, I don’t plan on becoming the biggest idiot of the party for your entertainment. I know Pete doesn’t like me and it is okay, you can’t control someone’s feelings and…”

“I hope you realize that you already are the biggest idiot of the night” He cut you “and Pete is too. I can’t get my head around the fact that you are both blind, incapable of seeing the way the other looks at you. Shshshsh don’t reply, don’t want to waste my time on hearing you tell me that I am lying, imagining stuffs, and complaining about my behavior, I‘ve already had this long speech from Pete. You can do whatever you want, go tell him or don’t but just know that you don’t risk much. And don’t count on him to come, he is sure he has no chance. So please have the balls for the both you.” He was about to leave you there with many contradictory thoughts filling your head when he leaned to whisper: “But really please do tell him tonight, I bet some bucks with John that you would be the brave one, don’t prove me wrong.”

You nudged him and he burst out of laughter as you showered him with imaginative curses. You decided to sit few minutes just to take time to reflect. You needed to process what you just heard. If indeed had feelings for you, things would change drastically. You felt yourself slowly but surely drifting into panic. A part of your brain was screaming that it was lies maybe because it was easier to accept than the truth. You had dreamt of this but it was a dream and you weren’t sure that you were ready for that right now. Intrusive thoughts were running in your head defeating your ounce of rationality and calm. One of your hand was clenched on your drink firmly and you closed your eyes while inhaling and exhaling to relax yourself. From the outside you certainly looked crazy but you didn’t care, it didn’t even crossed your mind.

You were so focused on your breath that you didn’t notice someone siting next to you and neither feel this person hand on yours. When you opened your eyes, you detect that you were no longer alone and the person with you was none other than Pete. He softly smiled at you and you felt like dying inside, this smile was enough to make you forget any doubts, anything, to appease. You smiled back at him kindly. He seemed to be struggling to say something and you took the lead.

“I guess that Colson talks to you too, huh?” You questioned, your voice was a bit shaking and you had eaten half of your words however you knew that he had understood you.

“Kind of” he stated and your next words died in your throat, you were losing your confidence. Those tow simple words held a clear message: yes we talk but no I don’t like you. “Actually, John did most of the talking” he joked or at least try to. He was also way to stress to really be funny.

You wanted to say something, to admit what was consuming you inside nevertheless you were scared, you refuse to be too blunt on this. You had to be subtle, to find a way to make him realize but without saying it, so if the feelings were not reciprocal it would not be too awkward.

“Colson mentioned a bet on us” You hid your reddening face behind your drink and casually take a sip or at least as casually as you can considering your current position.

“I heard about it too” His fingers were drumming against his tights in nervousness. “I am kind of bother by it you see.” You nodded, you felt crushed inside, of course he would be bothered, who would not be bothered to be shipped with someone they don’t have feelings for. You did everything you could to remain still and not crack, not now, not in front of him, of his friends. “I don’t really any of them to get this money like I guess I want them to be right, but I don’t like them betting on us”. You blinked several times not sure if you were on the same page. “I am not very clear, I am? Well obviously, I am not, I have never been very clear in those situations. Maybe clearer than now, because now what I am saying is a mess, well normally it is confused but understandable. And I am rambling right now and I don’t even know why. Maybe because it is intimidating, like we know each other for so long and what I am saying is that it is different.”  

He had lost you with his confused sentences, was he trying to reject you or the contrary. You wanted a certain answer, not an interpretation based on a wrong reading of the situation, actually you did not want this answer, you needed it. He was still digressing when you took the courage to interrupt him: “Pete please listen to me okay.” He shut up and looked at you in the eyes, sort of hanging of the words you would pronounce. “I like you Pete and not like I like Ricky or John, I mean not like a friend. Do you understand?”

There were few awfully long seconds of silence before you felt Pete’s forehead against yours and his hands on yours. “Fuck, you are a lot better at verbalizing this than I am” He smiled brightly, he was so beautiful when he was happy. “Can I kiss you?” He asked still quite unsure and you gently pressed your lips against his. It was a short and sweet kiss, the kind that promise wonderful tomorrows full of love, full of life.

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It’s a mood

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