#pete davidson imagine

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Master list

I want to preface this by saying I’m sorry for forcing y’all to having to scroll to find my imagines this took like two days to make, also I hope you were not expecting some fancy and beautiful list I am not that talented but this will do the trick.

Also everybody needs to thank @pearlstiare cause she quite literally took me by the hand and walked me through the entire process out of the goodness of their heart, so thank you for being such a wonderful person. Without further or due, enjoy!

Part two of the masterlist

Full list of the characters I write for

Aemond Targaryen

You Are No Dragon

All For The Motherland

My Little Sea Snake

The Apple Of His Eye

Do You Love Me?

‘Till The Seven Rings Of Hell

Take Care Of Me, My Love

I Would Be Honored

Grow Forever, Never Yield

I Will Do It

Lead The Way

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Aegon Targaryen

The Man You Deserve

I Spill My Blood For You

What’s Your Name?

I Want To Try

After You Little Pet

Queen Of My Life

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Jacaerys Velaryon

Do You Want this?

Part One

Part Two

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Cregan Stark

My hearts soldier

My Beloved Wife

Daemon Targaryen

My Moonlight

You Bled For Them, You Decide

Part One

Part Two

An Eye For An Eye

Your Sweet Princess

Are You Mad?

The Death Of Me

She Has Your Eyes

Left Or Right?

It Is Time

What Are You Waiting For Then?

My Turn

We’ll Finish This Later

The Sunflower Of Highgarden

A Risk Taker

Gods Have Mercy

My Dragon

Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon

Tywin Lannister

I Got You, Little Wolf

The Bloody Princess

Massimo Torricelli

Fire And Flame

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Sherlock Holmes

It’s Alright Darling

You Are Family Now

Napoleon Solo

I Got You

Henry Cavill

The Lady Of The House

Part one

Part two

Let Me Have This

Geralt Of Rivia

Protect The Queen

Part one

Part two

There’s Nothing Wrong With Submission

The Dream

Part one

Part two

You Are My Home

Rio

You Can Do Better

A Boy, A Girl And A Game

You Are My Light

She Will Learn

Pete Davidson

The Sun And Moon

Dating Pete Davidson (Spiritual Edition)

Cedric Diggory

You Sneaky Little Fox

Draco Malfoy

We’ll Get Caught

Carlisle Cullen

What’s For Dinner?

Do I Have To?

One Way To Find Out

Just Like You

Of Course Precious

What’s Your Biggest Fear?

Off To Bed For You

Aro Volturi

Lamb For Slaughter

Emmett Cullen

Sir, This Is McDonald’s

That’s My Girl

Edward Cullen

Let Me Do Better

Jasper Hale

Pleasure Is All Mine

Niklaus Mikaelson

You Started This?

Part One

Part Two

My Little Cub

Our Love Is Eternal

Mess Is Mine

Sounds Like Heaven

Maybe It’s Better This Way

Elijah Mikaelson

I Quite Enjoyed It

We’ll See About That

Kai Parker

You’ll Be Fine

See You Around Honey

Excuse Me?

Ivar The Boneless

She Is A Lady

Harwin Strong

I Promise

Look At Me, Princess

I Would Like That

Khal Drogo

Stay With Me

[machinegunbun]

rereading benanigans and just...

You and Pete are friends with benefits. You'd decided that's all you'd be the first time you had sex, when he told you it would probably be best if it didn't go any further because he's mentally ill and he doesn't want to make his problems your problems. He knows he can be a unreliable sometimes, because sometimes to get better you have to be selfish, and being selfish didn't feel like a good trait for a boyfriend to have (kind of like TKOSI).

"That sounds lonely." you told him

The two of you had spent almost every day together since, just friends... and other stuff. You were both perfectly comfortable with the situation as you found yourself being non-committal at times, too. It seemed like the easiest way for no one to get hurt.

And one day you're hanging out, his friends are over, and its all laughs. Everyone is having a good time, but you're distracted. You've just got off a long day of work where all you could think about was Pete. Pete touching you, teasing you, talking in your ear, helping you relax.

But, of course, his friends were over. They always seemed to be. It wasn't necessarily that Pete wasn't paying any attention to you, because he definitely wasn't ignoring you, he just wasn't paying you the attention you wanted.

He sat on the couch, one leg bent up on the cushion next to him and the other flat on the ground as his torso faced down the length of the couch, laughing at a dick joke, his arm laid on the back of the couch, his hand absentmindedly rubbing the soft material. It was all completely inconspicuous, but after the day you had it was driving you all the more crazy.

You try not to stare at the sweatpants adorning his legs, or think about how good it would feel to wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his sweatshirt while he fucked you nice and slow, your hips lifting to meet his.

Pete's eyes drift from his friend over to you as he laughed, his hand coming up to block part of his smile. His eyes meet yours and when he realizes you're staring his gaze drops to floor, a soft blush covering his features.

"You want something to drink?" He asks, reaching down to grab his own cup before standing, a slew of uninvited drink orders following. You weren't sure if it was a playful dig at you being 'thirsty' (did people still say that?) but, it didn't matter much anyway, because you knew you would follow him to the kitchen for much more than a drink.

"I would've gotten you something, too." He turns his head as he walks, hearing your soft footsteps close behind.

"I know, I just miss you." you respond, turning into the kitchen, which offered little cover, the island bar and cabinets that hung directly above the only thing separating you from the former.

You stand behind him as he prepares everyone's drinks, your arms wrapped around and your head peaking out under his arm to watch as he worked. The island barely rose to Pete's naval, and any of the boys would've been able to see your arms clearly if they chose to look back, so you tried your best to slyly run your hand down his torso until your pinky met his waistband. It took a bit of wiggling, but your hand slid in, preparing to wrap around what you'd been waiting for all day when Pete grabbed you by the wrist, pulling your hand away.

Your gaze rose to his, a small pout on your face as he shifted away, hands filled with an array of drinks.

You wandered around the kitchen, looking for a snack to ease your newfound oral fixation, when your eyes fell on Pete in the other room. He was sat in your former chair, with a perfect view of his friends on the couch, and also the kitchen. Turning, you opened the freezer door, bending down to check if you had more of those ice pops you loved so much. Really, Pete didn't care for them, but he knew you did and so they were on the shopping list every time. It was one of the many sweet things about Pete, and you couldn't think of a better way to thank him than teasing him in front of all of his friends.

Tossing the sticky plastic wrapping into the trash, you leaned forward on the island in front of you, trying to get back into the conversation. Your lips wrapped around the cold tip, an innocent look on your face, trying your hardest look like you were paying attention to the story being told from the couch. You could see from the corner of your eye when Pete's attention fell on you, glancing quickly from where his friend was sat and up to you, before going back again.

Knowing you had his attention, you let the icepop slide further into your mouth and slowly back out again, licking your lips and holding it infront of your face, your gaze never meeting his, instead taking a faux interest in the sweet treat. You pretended to notice it begin to drip, letting your tongue out to lick at the base and back up before sucking it into your mouth once again.

Pete was well aware of what you were doing, and was almost embarrassed at how well it was working. Casually as he could, he slid a pillow that was resting on his lower back into his lap, a small insurance.

I have to go cook dinner booooo responsibilities

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favoritism ~ pete davidson

word count: 2171

request?: yes!

@absstark​ “Hi! Ik your requests are closed atm but if u are able to, would you please be able to write me a Pete Davidson x female reader where they are dating and she’s a writer at SNL? Thank you 😊”

description: in which he’s dating one of the writers of his show, so the cast often jokes about her favoritism for him

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was actually quite ironic how everything started.

Pete was out at a bar with a couple of his SNL friends when he noticed a pretty girl sat by herself. He didn’t want to seem like a weird guy by just staring at her, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

He felt someone nudge him and he looked up to see they were all looking at him. “Sorry, what were you guys saying?”

Colin smirked at him. “Go talk to her/”

“What? No, I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?” Michael asked. “She’s alone over there.”

“For one, we don’t know if she’s actually here alone. She might have a date who’s in the bathroom, or she’s waiting for him to show up. She might even have a boyfriend who’s not here. And two, girls don’t like being approached by strange men in bars. She’ll probably think I’m a fucking creep.”

They were all giving him a similar look before Devon grabbed his shoulders, turned him towards the bar, and gave him a shove. He stumbled slightly, almost bumping into another person along the way. He regained his footing and glanced over at the woman to make sure she hadn’t seen. With the encouragement of his friends, he took a deep breath and made his way across the bar.

“Hey,” he started, very lamely. She looked up and gave him a polite smile. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, but my buddies kind of peer pressured me to come talk to you and I’m mainly doing this to get them off my back. If you just want to reject me, I’ll happily back off.”

She chuckled and glanced over Pete’s shoulder. “Are they the group very obviously staring at us right now?”

Pete followed her gaze to see his friends watching them like a pack of hawks. They didn’t even have the decency to look away when they were caught. Colin even smiled and waved his fingers at them.

“Yeah, those are my asshole friends,” Pete confirmed.

She smiled and waved at the group before turning back to Pete. “Here, sit with me. Give them something to talk about.”

Pete pulled up a stool next to her. He extended a hand towards her. “I’m Pete.”

“(Y/N). Nice to meet you.”

They talked at the bar for hours. They hardly noticed the other patrons starting to clear out or the blaring music starting to die down as the bar did its last call. Pete didn’t even notice his friends had left until the bartender had come to give them the last warning before closing. Before they parted ways, (Y/N) gave Pete  her number and told him to text her the next day.

“Just so I know you’re actually interested,” she had said before walking away.

And he had. The moment he woke up, he texted her, “Hope texting you this soon doesn’t seem to desperate, but I’m very interested - Pete.”

Near seconds later, he got a response. “I’d be a hypocrite if I called you desperate. I’ve been waiting for you to text me since I woke up.”

They texted back and forth all day. Pete was almost late to work because he was too busy texting to realize the time. When he arrived on set he was radiating with happiness. He hadn’t felt hits way in a long time. He had a really good feeling about this one. A strong feeling he hadn’t had before in any of his relationships. There was no doubts this time around.

His castmates noticed his good mood and asked what was up, but he just responded with a shrug and played it off. The guys who had been out the night before knew exactly where his good mood was coming from, but Pete decided to keep it to himself. He didn’t want to get too ahead of himself and tell everyone about (Y/N) just yet.

“Hey, Pete!” Lorne called as he spotted Pete making his way to set.

“Hey Lorne,” Pete said. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to introduce you to our new writer. She’s starting today, so try not to scare her away just yet.”

Pete chuckled, but it died off when Lorne stepped aside and gestured to the newbie. “(Y/N)?”

Her eyes widened, too. “Pete?”

“You two know each other?” Lorne asked.

“We met last night,” (Y/N) responded.

Lorne looked between the two of them. “You...met last night?”

“Not like that,” Pete assured him. “We met at a bar and just talked all night. We exchanged numbers, that’s it.”

Lorne had a skeptical look on his face that made Pete’s heart drop to his stomach. He knew how this was about to go: he would have to delete (Y/N)’s number and their messages, and he’d have to forget their would be romance before it even started. It was a HR issue, one that they would definitely not be allowed to explore.

This was the quickest broken heart he had ever gotten.

“You know, technically I should be sending you to HR to discuss this,” Lorne started. Both (Y/N) and Pete winced at the idea. “But that’s a lot of time and paperwork, and all that bullshit. So, I’m going to take both of your vocal promises that whatever this is will not interfere with either of your jobs.”

The two of them happily agreed. Lorne nodded and muttered something about leaving before he witnessed something he shouldn’t. That left (Y/N) and Pete alone, a slightly awkward tension in the air.

“You didn’t mention that you’re working for SNL,” Pete said. He meant it to come out lighthearted, but he winced when he realized how accusatory it actually sounded.

“I...actually didn’t know you were on the show,” she admitted. “You never mentioned it. You just said you were an actor.”

Pete chuckled. “Okay, we were both a little untruthful. Maybe we start over on the introductions.” He held his hand out to her. “Hi, I’m Pete. I’m a main actor on  Saturday Night Live.”

(Y/N) giggled and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Pete. I’m (Y/N), and I just got hired to write for Saturday Night Live.”

“Well, congratulations. And good luck on it. I heard the cast are all assholes, except for that Pete guy. So make sure you give all the funniest jokes to him.”

(Y/N) giggled again, looking down at the ground between them shyly.

It was the start to an amazing relationship. Pete could honestly say he hadn’t felt this happy in a very long time. They kept their personal lives separate from their work lives, which seemed to be the big key to making things work. Nothing was ever discussed about the show unless they were on set, and the minute they walked on the lost their relationship was put on the back burner until they left.

But the moments they had outside of work were some of the best moments of his life. He loved being with (Y/N) and spending most of his free time with her. He was trying not to go too fast with their relationship the way he had in past relationships, but it was hard not to be a bit optimistic with how well things were going.

Of course, dating a co-worker came with some teasing from other co-workers; especially when the other co-workers were fellow comedians. The main joke that the cast liked to tell was that Pete was getting favoritism from (Y/N) when it came to being given the best jokes.

It started during the table read for a skit. They were about halfway through when Punkie cut Pete off mid-joke to proclaim, “No fair, he’s getting the best jokes!”

Everyone stopped to look at her in confusion. They couldn’t tell if the look on her face was serious or not, so Pete asked, “Excuse me?”

“Your jokes here are so much better than mine,” Punkie said. “Must be nice sleeping with one of the writers.”

Punkie laughed, but Pete looked horrified by her “joke”.

“(Y/N) didn’t even write this sketch,” Kenan pointed out.

“That’s a very serious accusation, Punkie,” one of the producers commented.

“Come on, guys, it’s just a joke,” Punkie said. “I’m not mad. Just keep reading.”

Once they finished the table read, Pete decided to approach Punkie himself. “Hey, Punkie, listen. I know what you said was a joke, but...can you maybe be mindful of the way you say it? You could get (Y/N) into a lot of trouble if the wrong people heard what you said.”

“Pete, I didn’t mean it. Everyone knows (Y/N) isn’t actually giving you favoritism in the sketches.”

“I know, I’m just saying to work on your delivery. I really don’t want to have to deal with HR.”

“Okay, I get it. I’ll try to be more funny about it next time.”

And that was truly the wrong thing for Pete to say; for him to agree that if it was clearly said as a joke, that it was fine to say that (Y/N) favorited him. Because once he made the distinction that it was okay to do it in a joking matter, it was like the entire cast had decided they wanted to joke about Pete and (Y/N). It wasn’t anything new for the cast, they joked around with each other all the time. They were all friends, and you had to have a sense of humor if you were gonna be on SNL.

But man, after some time, Pete found it so much more annoying than his castmates meant it to be. He was trying so hard to separate his work life from his personal life, like Lorne had wanted, but now it was like his personal life was open season for all of his friends.

And it was definitely something (Y/N) had noticed. The jokes were never made to her face the same way they were to Pete’s, but she heard the whisperings or the aftermath of certain jokes when approaching Pete. She never said anything at first, which made Pete hope that maybe it didn’t bother her as much as it bothered him.

But one night, as they were leaving set, Pete noticed that (Y/N) seemed distracted. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him as they walked through the doors onto the lot.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asked.

(Y/N) nibbled on the inside of her cheek before she spoke, “Do your castmates really think I favorite you when writing?”

Pete stopped walking suddenly, causing (Y/N) to stumble a little. He turned to face her and she did the same.

“Baby, of course not. They’re only joking when they say that shit. No one actually believes it,” he assured her.

She shrugged. “I guess, but they say it so much. I’m starting to worry that they actually mean it but don’t want to say it, which could get us both in a lot of trouble if it ever comes back to HR.”

Pete put his hands on her shoulders. “Baby, I promise they do not mean it. If it ever got to HR, they would all swear up and down that they’re joking. They just like to poke fun at me because I had to fall in love with a new writer on set, out of all people. But it’s not serious, I can promise you that.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “You fell in love with me, huh?”

Pete couldn’t help but smile too as his hands ran down her arms to take hers. “I would think that’s pretty obvious by now.”

“You haven’t said the big L word before,” she said. “So, I don’t know, I thought maybe this was all just for fun.”

He chuckled, knowing that she was joking about the last part. They both knew they were in this relationship for the long run. There was nothing “just for fun” about it.

But she was right in saying that he hadn’t said the big three words to her yet. Although he knew deep in his heart that he did love (Y/N), he hadn’t been ready to say the words to her just yet.

That big L word was out there now, though. So, realisitically, he was part way there.

“I love you,” he said.

He didn’t think the smile on (Y/N)’s face could get any wider, but it did. She lit up like Times Square and leaned closer to him.

“I love you, too.”

They closed the gap between them to kiss. It was meant to be a sweet, romantic moment for the two of them, but it was quickly cut off by someone calling, “Get a room you two!”

They pulled apart, chuckling at the reaction, before deciding to go home and do just that.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Lucky Dice

Pete Davidson x Male Reader

Request - Since no one had me this yet so I want to know if you can make a Pete Davidson x male reader where the reader and Pete been dating for 6 months secretly. So they finally think it's a good time to come out about the relationship. Instead of posting it on social media they instead make very large hints on SNL like in one skit Pete holds his boyfriend close

You and Pete are in the backroom alone. You are sitting down on the couch, then he placed his chin on your arm.

“You seem nervous,” Pete said.

“Yeah, I'm nervous. We are going to let everyone know that we are dating” You said.

“We don't have to do this if you don't want to,” Pete said.

“We can do it. We will be fine” You said.

You kiss him on the lips then he kisses you back.

You and Pete have been dating in secret. You are the first guy that he started to date. You and Pete are always supportive of each other and you have always been there when he had meltdowns. You and Pete were friends first then he made the first move.

You and Pete go on stage and act out the first skit. In the second skit, you and Pete have to play as firefighters and everyone can see his hand on your waist. But you try to hold in your laughter but you try not to laugh at the names. In the third skit, you and Pete have to do a musical but you two don't sing. Pete tries not to laugh and he is holding your hand tight. His castmates are funny and you tried not to laugh but it was very noticeable. He hides his face on your shoulder and you struggle to say your lines. Then Pete kissed you on the cheek and you were in shock. When the skit was ending, you two were in the back but everyone noticed that Pete gave you a peck on the lips. You couldn't help to smile and he was just smiling.

You and your band have to perform a song. Before getting on stage you told him the song was for him and he starts to blush. Pete is enjoying the song and people notice how Pete is enjoying the song.

After the show, you and Pete didn't go to the after-party. You went to his apartment and you won't check your phone all night.

“The song was great” Pete smiled.

“Thanks. I'm going to avoid my phone for the night” You said.

“Why? Oh, is it because we came out” Pete said.

“Yeah, I never did anything like that before,” You said.

“It’s new to me also. I like how you didn't pressure me to do it. Stay the night” Pete said.

It was his idea to, show hints during skits.

“Okay, I will stay the night” You smiled.

All Night, you and Pete didn't check online about SNL. But a lot of people started to talk about you and Pete. Your social media platforms got so many comments about Pete and more. Instead, you and Pete had dinner and then talked about something else. Then you watch TV on the couch and Pete lies on top of you and you wrap your arms around him.

“Don’t move you are comfortable,” Pete said.

“I don't think I can't move,” You said.

“I’m comfortable now so what's the point of moving,” Pete said.

“Whatever” You giggled.

You and Pete watched TV for a little while, and then you two fell asleep.

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The next day… you checked online because you got so many alerts. There were so many questions about you and Pete. You showed Pete the questions on your accounts, he is surprised to see so many.

“That is a lot,” Pete said.

“Yeah. I didn't answer anyone’s question or make a statement” You said.

“Let’s not worry about them right now. Let's go get breakfast” Pete said.

“Good idea, because I'm starving,” You said.

You kiss him on the lips then he kissed you back.

You leave the apartment with Pete. While holding hands and heading to the restaurant, you and Pete hold hands. But a fan took a picture of you and Pete together and then posted it online. The picture went viral but you didn't focus on your phone. Pete deleted all his accounts a few weeks back.

——-

You are on your phone and you keep seeing new alerts about your relationship. Now, gossip blogs are talking about you and Pete. Everyone is talking about the skits that you two did together. Everyone wants to know if the relationship is serious or not.

You are doing a live Q&A on Instagram. You start to answer some random questions. While answering questions you are baking cookies. Then Pete walked in and you told him what you were doing, and then he waved at the phone.

“Here’s a question, is Y/n your boyfriend?” Pete said.

“Am I?” You asked.

Pete put his arm around your torso and pulled you closer.

“He is my boyfriend but I think he is after my money” Pete teased.

You playfully smacked his chest and he starts to laugh.

“Don’t lie” You said.

“I was just kidding, babe. He is my boyfriend and we have been dating for six months” Pete said.

Suddenly, you see positive comments for you and Pete.

“The other question is, how did we meet” You said.

“Oh, I remember. He was taking a picture with Sarah Paulson and I photobombed the picture then Pedro Pascal introduced him to me. We became friends then we started dating in secret. Babe, these cookies taste so good” Pete said.

“It’s true. I have the picture at my place in a frame” You said.

Then he kissed you on the cheek and he ate more cookies. Then you and Pete see comments from people who want to see the picture. Much later, you posted the picture and you started to get many likes and comments. Pete ate most of the cookies and he gave you the puppy eyes for you to bake more.

[samaraannhan20]

Pete Davidson Imagine: Puppy Love

A/N: This post is based on this request I received a few months ago. I hope you enjoy it @justah0pelessr0mantic !

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Pete Davidson x shy!reader w/ problematic puppy

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“Hey babe?” I hear from the kitchen as you exit the bathroom, still rubbing the moisturizer into my skin. 

“Yeah?” I respond as I step into the kitchen. As I walk in I stoop down to rub our new puppy’s head before walking around the kitchen island to where Pete is standing, and taking a bite of the toaster waffle he is holding in his hand. He chuckles as I slowly back away while chewing. 

“What did you tell me earlier needed to be done today?”

“Oh, um, I was going to go grocery shopping,” I start as I look for something to snack on for breakfast besides Pete’s waffle, and then shut the fridge door when I realize there is nothing, hence the reason I was going to go shopping today. “Maybe look for a dress to wear to your mom’s house on Christmas Eve. Why?”

“You don’t have to wear a dress. The three of us always wear pajamas. Also, do you mind if I come shopping with you? I was wanting to get out of the house today,” he says, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me. 

“Yeah you can come with. And if we’re going to wear pajamas, what if you and I got cute matching ones? At Target?” I ask him, looking up at him and pouting.

He leans down and kisses me, before pulling back and saying “You just look so cute when you pout like that, I can’t say no.” He kisses me one more time, before handing me my usual coffee cup and gently turning me back towards our room. Go get dressed you loon,” he says, before placing one more kiss on my lips, and playfully smacking my ass as I walk away. 

I pause after taking a couple of steps. “Do we still have puppy pads to put in the area we have blocked off for when we have to leave Peanut at home?” I ask, turning back to look at Pete. 

“We do for today, but those should go on your list,” he responds, and I nod, turning again and heading for our room.

I walk back into our room, and cross quickly to the closet, shedding the pajamas I was wearing as I walk in. I browse through my side of the closet, deciding on a pair of flare pants and an oversized sweatshirt. After I finish getting dressed, I bend down and grab my platform Uggs off the shelf before heading back into the other room. As soon as I sit down again, Pete comes walking in from outside, with a look of annoyance on his face. 

“The puppy took a shit in the living room again. I just put him out, but we have to really start getting his training started. I’m tired of cleaning up dog shit and I can tell you are too.  What do you want to do?” he asks, crossing the room while talking so he is standing in front of me. I let go of the boot and I was about to slip on my foot and let it drop to the ground, before leaning back and staring up at the ceiling with a groan. 

I hear Pete bend down and pick my boot up, and then I feel him slide the boot onto my foot. When the boot is on, he pulls me to a standing position and wraps his arms around me. “We can train him, and it won’t take long. We just need to actually start trying,” he says, and then places a kiss to the top of my head before pulling away. “I’m going to bring him in and put him in his space and then we can go. While I drive you can look up good training tools,” he tells me, and then heads toward the sliding door that leads to our backyard. 

I sigh one more time, and then grab my purse off the counter, along with Pete’s car keys, and head into our garage to start the car and start looking for training techniques. 

By the time Pete gets out to the car I have already read an article that showcased points that I believe will work for us, and have added the things that I believe we will need to the list. As we drive I explain my plan to Pete, and he agrees to it. Before we even reach the store we have a plan for helping Peanut. 

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When we start our shopping at Target it feels like no one is paying attention to us, which is how I prefer it, and unusual for when you are dating a celebrity. I decide to relish in the idea that no one has noticed him, and I decide to start with the christmas pajamas, heading straight to that section of the store after getting Starbucks from the cafe at the front. Pete no longer drinks coffee from Starbucks, but I can never go on a Target run without getting it. Pete pushes the cart as I walk next to it, telling him where to go while sipping on my Pink drink. When we reach the Christmas section I meticulously look through each of the sets of pajamas, deciding if we want ones with a funny phrase on them or just a patterned one. I decide on a simple plaid pattern, and hold it up to Pete with a smile. 

“I feel like I could order something funnier or cuter on Amazon, but what if we get these and do that? That way we had a pair we could wear to Amy’s on Christmas Eve and then a pair to wear just the two of us on Christmas?” 

“Whatever you want to do Baby,” he says with a small smile on his face. I grin, and toss my arms around his neck planting a big kiss on his lips. When I go to pull away he pulls me even closer and kisses me again, before letting go and pulling away. I grab both of our sizes and toss them in our cart, smiling down at them. When I go to turn around and see if they had a small enough dog-size for our puppy, I notice someone standing at the end of the aisle staring at the two of us, with their camera pointed right at us. I knew in that moment that they had without a doubt caught the moment of us kissing, and I immediately begin to feel a panic attack coming on. 

“Hey Pete,” I say quietly, turning back around and looking at him. I don’t want him to notice the person at the other end of the aisle, so I grab hold of the cart and start pushing it.  “Let’s go get the puppy stuff now that we have this.” He nods, and looks a little confused, but follows after me anyway. I walk quickly and quietly to the pet section, and whip the cart into the aisle with puppy pads in it before stopping suddenly. I ignore the questioning looks from Pete as I grab the puppy pads, some puppy shampoo, and then grab the cart and turn down the next aisle. I grab some small treats that will help with the potty training, and then decide to grab a small dog toy for a reward once he is trained. I take hold of the cart again and head towards the next section on my grocery list, still ignoring Pete’s glances of confusion. 

I rush through our grocery shopping as quick as possible, noticing more people staring at us in every aisle we go down. By the time we get to the checkout and are checking out, I look out the door and see the flashing lights of paparazzi. I can tell the exact moment that Pete notices it as well, because he starts shoving our groceries into bags quicker than he had been before, and before I know it we are completely checked out, and Pete has me sandwiched between him and the cart as we head out of the store and into the crowd of paparazzi. Luckily we had snagged a parking spot close to the front, and Pete opened the door and helped me get in the car, pressing a kiss to my forehead before shutting the door and going to the back of the car to put the groceries in the trunk. 

When he gets in the car, he starts it and quickly leaves the parking lot. He holds my hand as he drives, rubbing soothing circles over it. 

“I’m sorry,” he says about three minutes into the drive. I snap my head up, looking at him with a look of wonder and fury in my eyes. 

“Why in the hell are you sorry?” I ask him, and he sighs, glancing over at me before looking back at the road. 

“I should’ve ended the shopping trip that moment you suddenly got uncomfortable in the Christmas aisle. I just thought it would only be that one person and then we would be fine. Obviously I was wrong.”

“You saw them?” I ask him softly. He nods, and I put my head down. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think you had seen them and I thought ignoring it was better than trying to do something about it.”

“I thought the same thing” he says, and then we sit there in silence for a moment before we both crack up with laughter. We laugh for at least two minutes as he drives down the road, and when we pul into our garage the first thing I do is unbuckle and then reach across the car and pull his lips into mine. 

“I’m sorry I’m so shy and get so nervous in situations like that,” I whisper when I pull back. 

“I don’t blame you,” he says, kissing me one more time before pulling back again. “I also get nervous in those situations, but not really because of me anymore. Because of you,” he says, and I feel a tear slip out of my eye. “I’ve never cared or worried about anyone like I do you,” he says, and then pulls me in for another kiss.

[toxic-spike-plumeria]

@nezu-spiketown from here 🌺

Plumeria smiled, shaking her head, and pressed 'answer'. Before she could even get a word in, she could hear Zeke explode on the other line.

"WELL LOOK WHO FINALLY ANSWERED! I've been calling since yesterday, Otto heard from y'alls boss that suddenly you had a boyfriend?? Like the fuck is that about??? And so I want answers cuz like, thats random as shit Plums, and so I call and there's no answer and then I call again and there's no answer and then I text and then nada?? So naturally I wanna know who the fuck is keeping my sis hostage-"

At that Plumeria let out a cackling snort of a laugh. She could picture Zeke getting angry on the other end. "Yo, don't you fuckin laugh at me!!! We're all over here scared to shit that that Douche Canoe gotchu again!! Its not funny!! Stop laughing!!!....please?"

By now she was full on laughing, almost crying, at his outburst. She hiccuped, trying to calm down before blurting out. "Would you calm down short stop? I'm fine, relax. Having the time of my life actually." She smiled leaning into Piers, still laughing lightly. "Also you're on speaker, and said boyfriend is here. His name is Piers-"

"I didnt ask his fuckin name, I just wanted you to tell me you're alive-" Zeke bantered back, only to get cut off by Plu.

"I'm alive and I am very well. Trust he's taking damn good care of me. Now behave shithead, and be polite! I'm trying to introduce you two."

Zeke sighed over the phone. "Excuuuuuse me, princess-"

"You done?" She snapped.

"Yeah. I'm good now."

"Good." Plumeria nodded. "Like I was saying, Zeke, meet Piers. Piers," she gave a small smile to him, "this jackass is Ezekiel, Zeke for short."

"Please stop telling people my full name. Pleaseee. And hello Mr. Pierce. Nice to kinda sorta meet you?" He sounded polite enough, albeit confused.

[chaosmenu]

i Do think its funny when people are like "this actor is a nepo baby" because well. you guys are going to freak when you find out that the entire film industry is nepotism

[autistichedgehogs]

why are you getting hate you are *the* autistichedgehogs on tumblr.com /pos

for some reason despite sonic being an anthropomorphic, electric blue hedgehog that runs at the speed of sound, him being autistic is where the line is drawn. LMAO

[storiesforallfandoms]

your gift ~ pete davidson

word count: 1211

request?: yes!

“Could I request an imagine where you and pete are spending christmas together and you come im just wrapped in wrapping paper like you’re his gift and he just bursts out laughing because he’s awkward like that?”

description: for their first christmas together, she decides to give him an extra special gift

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

It had been many years since I had spent Christmas with a romantic partner. I didn’t expect too much for my first Christmas with Pete. We had only been dating for a few months, so I figured at most we might go see some Christmas lights and drink some hot chocolate. Imagine my surprise when he asked me if I wanted to spend Christmas Eve with him.

“If you didn’t already have plans with your family that is,” he said. “I know Christmas is supposed to be, like, a family thing.”

“I was going to ask you the same thing. You don’t want to spend it with your mom?”

He waved away my comment. “Please, she is basically insisting I spend it with you. Anything to get me out of the house.”

So, we agreed that he would stay to my place on Christmas Eve before we went to spend time with our respective families. From the moment Pete asked, I found that I was very excited for this Christmas.

We did way more of the cutesy couples Christmas stuff than I anticipated. We went to look at the Christmas lights around my neighborhood, got candy cane hot chocolate, got matching Christmas pajamas (well, I got the set, Pete just got the pajama bottoms). He even insisted on us decorating my Christmas tree together.

With every memory we made, the happier my heart became. It was probably the best Christmas I had ever had.

The night of Christmas Eve, Pete and I were curled up on the couch eating pizza we had ordered and watching some classic Christmas movies. I had a warm blanket thrown across my lap and that, plus the heat from Pete’s body, was enough to feel like I was going to be lulled to sleep. I closed my eyes and was close to drifting off until I felt Pete move under me.

“You’re not falling asleep already, are you? It’s not even 9pm,” he said.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, sheepishly. “Can you blame me? I’m just so comfy, I could fall asleep right here.”

“You can’t fall asleep before presents.”

This sparked me enough for my eyes to open wide and to sit me upright on the couch. “Presents, you say?”

“Yeah. Haven’t you ever opened at least one present on Christmas Eve?”

“Not since I was a kid.”

“Well, if you don’t want to we don’t have to exchange gifts yet.”

“Now, I didn’t say that.”

Pete chuckled and stood from the couch. I watched him go, nearly bouncing with excitement. When he came back, he had both hands behind his back.

“I tossed it in a gift bag because my wrapping skills suck, so it won’t be that fun to open,” he said.

“All presents are fun to open. Just gimme,” I said, extending my arms and doing the grabby hands at him.

He laughed and pulled the bag from behind his back. I took it and ripped the paper out to reveal a stuffed bear inside. When I took the bear out and squeezed it, Pete’s voice came out of it saying, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

I looked up at Pete, who was smiling brightly at me.

“It’s from Build-A-Bear,” he said. “They had a Christmas line of bear clothes or whatever, and the workers there said that people usually recorded voice messages for whoever they were gifting to. Do you like it?”

It was a sweet brown teddy bear with a red and green Christmas sweater and little images of candy canes on its feet. I hugged him close, Pete’s voice repeating the earlier phrase.

“I love it,” I said.

“I thought you might. Just in case, though I did get you something else with the bear.”

I held the bear out to see a golden locket around its neck. When I opened the locket, there was a picture inside. It was one of the first pictures Pete and I took when we started dating.

I stood from the couch and wrapped my arms around Pete. “Thank you so much. I love them both, Pete.”

“I’m glad you do, honey.”

Now was the part where I had to make up some reason why I didn’t have Pete’s gift.

I had meant to tell him when he came over. I had gone to my sister’s place to wrap presents and left them there so she could bring him over to our parent’s place. I realized only after getting home that Pete’s gift was left there, too. I was planning to give it to him on the day after Christmas after spending time with family.

And now, after he had given me the best gift I could’ve ever received, I had to tell him I didn’t have one to give back to him.

Unless...

I pulled away from our embrace to look at Pete. “I have to go get your gift. Stay here.”

“Okay.”

I went to my bedroom and dug wrapping paper out from the back of the closet. I unrolled a very long strip and ripped it from the roll. I managed to wrap it around my torso and legs, taping a few pieces down so it stuck to me. I grabbed a red bow as well and stuck it to my forehead for effect.

“Okay, make sure you close your eyes!”

I heard him laugh but got no further response.

“Are they closed?” I asked.

“Yes (Y/N)!”

I quickly shuffled out form the room, trying not to rustle the paper too much. Pete was sat back down on the couch, his eyes closed and the bear he had given me sat on his lap as they both waited. I positioned myself in front of him, making sure the wrapping paper would stay up and the bow stayed on, before saying, “Okay, you can open your eyes.”

The minute he looked at me, Pete burst out into laughter. I started laughing with him, knowing how ridiculous I looked.

“I think I already have this gift,” he said, standing from the couch again. “Did you keep the receipt? I may have to return it.”

“Nope. You’re stuck with it.”

“Oh well, I like it enough.”

I giggled as Pete leaned down to kiss my lips.

“I do have an actual gift for you,” I assured him. “I just left it at my sister’s. I meant to tell you and totally ended up forgetting. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I don’t mind waiting to get it. And besides, this gift is the best thing you could’ve ever gotten me.”

Oh, how he makes my heart flutter.

He kissed my again, the crinkling of the wrapping paper reminding us that I was still “wrapped up”. Pete looked down at me and started laughing again, shaking his head at me.

“Can I unwrap more than just this paper?” he asked.

“Well, we do have all night.”

Pete made quick work of ripping the paper from around my body and tossing it to the floor, along with the red bow on my head. He picked me up in his arms and carried me back to my bedroom, our pizza, the movie, and my new stuffed friend forgotten on the couch.

[newjenns]

i have such perfect delusions about timothee chálamet he is so perfect and pretty i never want to hear a single word from his mouth or know anything personal about him :)

[samaraannhan20]

Pete Davidson Imagine: Visit

Warnings: fem!reader, small town! reader

“Can you stop it?” I laugh as Pete continues to tickle me while we walk through the airport. “Oh, sorry,” I mumble to the person I almost run into because I’m doing my best to dodge Pete’s long fingers as they torture me. “Sorry!” he shouts, waving at the person who we had almost trampled. “Where did your family say they would be?” he asks as he finally stops messing with me and just takes my hand, effectively dragging me behind him since he is a little under a foot taller than me and has longer legs than I do. “In the pickup lane, in my mom’s car. But first we need to grab our luggage from the luggage claim. It’s that way,” I tell him, and point towards where I know the baggage claim is, and he starts to move even faster, pulling me towards it. “Can we maybe slow down Babe?” “Oh. Right, little legs. Sorry,” he says with a chuckle, in reference to Full House, a show I introduced him to. He slows  his pace  so that I can keep up with him while he walks. “When we get to your little town what are we going to do?” “Well, I thought we could maybe go to my grandpa's farm, and visit with him and the horses, and I could give you a little tour of the place I spent a good part of my childhood. And at the end of the nightI thought we could visit the ice cream shop in town. Then, the whole reason we came home is that this coming weekend is the town fair, so you’ll get to see all of the carnival rides come into town,” I tell him, swinging our arms and looking up at him as we come to a stop in front of the baggage claim. He walks over and grabs our bags as they come around the carousel, and practically runs back to me with them. “Okay, lets go. I wanna see Momma L/N!” he says when he gets back to me, and I point him out the doors towards where I know my mom will be, waiting in the car. “Bubs, you just saw her a month ago when she came out for the premier of Bupkis,” I say as we walk out the door, laughing at the fact that he’s so excited to see my mom. “I know, but with everything that was going on that weekend we barely got to talk. I’m excited to actually spend time with her this week,” he says, pulling me into a hug as we stop where the pick up area begins. I look up at him and stretch up on my toes as he leans down to give him a kiss, and just as our lips connect my mom pulls up beside us. “Hey!” she says through the open window. “If you two keep that up you’ll be the front page of all the tabloids. You may be home, Y/N, but Pete is still a celebrity,” she says to you in a teasing tone, with a small laugh and a smile on her face as Pete loads the suitcases in the trunk of the car. “Let Pete sit in the front,” she continues as I open the front door. “He has longer legs than you.” “Whatever mom,” I respond with a laugh, and climb into the back. Pete shuts my door behind me, and sits in the front seat, pulling his door shut. “Hi Momma L/N,” he says, leaning over to give her a hug. “Hi Pete,” she says with a laugh as she hugs him back, and then they separate and she starts driving us towards the house. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Is my old car still in the garage?” I ask as we turn off the highway and into my small town. “Yes. I had your brother take it for a drive last week to make sure it would be okay for the two of you to use this week,” she says as we turn down the street my old house is on. I smile as we pull into my driveway, and practically leap out of the car when it comes to a stop. I run around to the back of the car, and open the trunk, pulling Pete and I’s suitcases out. “Come on P!” I shout as I run up to the front door, whipping it open, only to be met by my childhood dog jumping all over me. “Luna!” I squeal as I bend down to catch her, effectively abandoning mine and Pete’s bags behind me. I walk into the house holding her, and hear Pete groan as the door slams in his face as he grabs the bags. My mom laughs and opens the door for him, and takes one of the bags from him as they enter the kitchen, where the door we came in leads. “Y/N, are you going to take the bags up to your room?” my mom asks, standing in the hall that leads to the stairs, which subsequently lead up to my room. “Yeah, we’ll be back down in a bit,” I respond, and she nods, before turning and heading in the direction of her bedroom. I grab the suitcase she had been holding, and start the process of dragging it up to my room. Pete trails slowly behind me, and Luna runs up the steps in front of us, and by the time we make it up the stairs is sitting at the top panting like she’d just run a marathon. We cross through the room that separates the two bedrooms up here, and step into my room. “You can just put the suitcases over there, we can unpack them later,” I say, sliding my suitcase to the place I had pointed at, and then flopping on my bed. He moves both suitcases there and then flops onto the bed next to me. “What time is it?” he asks me when he settles, after pulling me into him. “Um,” I say, bringing my wrist to a point where I could look at my watch, “3:30. I wonder when dinner will be. Do you think we have time for a nap?” I ask him, moving out from under his arm so that I can sit up. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to go talk to my mom,” I tell him, and then stand up and cross to my doorway. I close the door behind me as I exit, knowing that he’s probably going to fall asleep as soon as I leave, and then head towards the stairs to go down and talk to my mom. “Hey honey,” she says when I cross into the living room. “Hey momma,” I respond, and sit down next to her on the couch. “What are we doing for dinner and when? I wanted to know if I could take a nap beforehand.” “Oh, we were thinking that we could go to the Mexican Restaurant for dinner tonight. If you want to take a nap we can go around 6:30 or 7.” “Awesome, thank you momma!” I say, and then turn and give her a kiss on the cheek before standing up and heading back to my bedroom. Sure enough, by the time I enter the room again, Pete is asleep on my bed. I slowly close the door behind me, and make my way over to the bed. I lay down next to Pete, and as I close my eyes, I feel him pull me into him. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Y/N!” The sound of my name being shouted up the stairs startles me awake, and Pete as well. “We’re leaving for dinner in twenty minutes. Be ready by then!” my mom shouts from the bottom of the stairs. I shoot up in my bed, and smack Pete in the chest to make sure he starts moving. I stand up from the bed and cross to my vanity, sitting in the chair in order to slip my shoes on. As I do that Pete sits on the edge of the bed and puts his shoes on. He grabs our phones off of my bedside table, and then we both head out the door and go downstairs. “Hey Mom, we’re ready to go,” I say as we get downstairs. “ Are we all driving together or should I drive Pete and I? Also who all is going?” “I think me, Garret, and your brothers are going. And I think your Grandpa said he was going to meet us there.” “So, should we take my old car and the rest of you go in yours?” “Yeah, that sounds good,” she says, and then grabs my old car keys off the counter. “Do you want us to leave now and get us a table?” I ask her as I take my keys out of her hand. “Yeah go ahead. We’ll be there not long after you,” she replies. I nod my head and grab Pete’s hand, and we head out the door to head to the car. We drive through the town on our way to the restaurant, with my hand intertwined with his, resting on the center console,  and I point out places I used to hang out, or places that had been my favorite restaurants. The buildings where I had worked in small town boutiques, that are no longer open and are either empty buildings or they have a new business in them. “And that one is now owned by two people who I graduated with,” I tell him as I point at one of the small businesses. “Funny story, they were not together in high school. In fact, she was dating his best friend and he was dating her best friend. Around my sophomore year of college they got engaged to each other, and I was shocked. As far as I know they no longer talk to the other two.” “Ah, small town gossip, nothing better,” he says, and raises our hands up to his to kiss my hand while I drive. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ When we get to the restaurant I pull into a parking spot, and we head in to get the table for everyone.  It isn’t long after we get there that the rest of my family shows up, and we all order and chat it up as we wait for our food. Pete ordered a quesadilla, I ordered chicken enchiladas, and my family ordered what they usually order. While we sit waiting for our food, my grandpa starts to ask Pete questions, even though he’s met him before. “So, Pete, you’re a comedian?” he asks, even though I have told him that information before. “Uh, yes sir,” he says, and I can tell that he’s starting to get nervous, so I slide my hand over his under the table. “I actually have a show that came out recently, that’s based on my life, with some fictionalizations in it.” “I’m really proud of him,” I say, looking between my grandpa and Pete. “I mean, I know I wouldn’t be able to make a sitcom about my life, and it’s been…” I trail off, not wanting to say what I was thinking. I know that if it was just Pete and I would be able to say it, because we’ve discussed it before, but I don’t want to say it in front of my whole family. “That can’t have been easy,” my grandpa responds, “making a show about your life. From what I’ve heard,  both from news and from my granddaughter, you’ve had a rough go of it.” “Yeah, for a while,” Pete says, ducking his head down, and I think that he’s done, but then he speaks up again. “But then I met Y/N, and it really perked up,” he says, and leans over and kisses me gently, right as the food gets brought out. We spend the rest of the dinner making small talk before we pay and head out. We stand outside talking for a few minutes, before getting in our respective cars and heading home. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “How full are you?” I ask Pete as we sit down in the car. “Pretty full.” “What about dessert?” I ask him, turning to face him in the car. “Baby, you know me. I’m always up for dessert,” he says, and then pulls me in for a kiss. “Great. Me. Too.” I say, pausing between each word to kiss him. “Okay,” I start when I finally pull myself away from him, “Let me text my mom, and tell her that you and I will be home after we stop at the town ice cream shop.” “Sounds good babe,” he says, and then uses apple play to turn on a playlist for the drive. After I text my mom I pull out of the parking spot and head towards the ice cream shop. When we get to the ice cream shop we head in, and stand in line, with his arm wrapped around my waist. I order what I usually get, lucky that they have it in stock, and then look at Pete. “What are you going to get babe?” “What do you recommend?” he asks me, staring at the options in front of him. “Well, I got Peach, but I also really like their coffee flavor, or any of the other fruit flavors,” I tell him. He nods, and then orders a scoop of the coffee flavor, and a scoop of the chocolate raspberry.  We go and sit in one of the booths with our ice cream. “So what did you think?” I ask him after we finish our ice cream and are just sitting there. “Delicious. Best ice cream I’ve ever had,” he says, and grabs our empty cups to go put them in the trash. When he gets back he holds out his hand, and I take it. “Shall we go home?” he asks, and I nod my head and we head out of the shop. We head back to my house, and head up to my room to go to bed. He goes into my room, while I head into the bathroom to do my skincare. After I finish in the bathroom, he heads in to do his skincare (he washes his face with water) and I go into the bedroom to change into pajamas. By the time I’m changed Pete has come back in the room and is about to lay down. “Are you ready to go to bed?” I ask him as he plugs in his phone. “Yeah. Are you?” “Yeah,” I say and lay down. “Can you hand me the remote so I can turn on a show and the sleep timer?” He nods and reaches behind him to the shelf in the headboard it was resting on, and grabs it before handing it to me. As I turn on the tv and go to choose a show he lays down and wraps an arm around me, and then tugs me to him. I laugh as he starts to tickle me, and smack his hands away. I lay down with my head on his chest, and we fall asleep cuddling like that. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Okay, turn left at this next road,” I tell Pete from the passenger seat. We are currently driving to my grandpa’s house, but I let him drive this time, since I know how to get out here, and he likes being the one to drive, even if he doesn’t know exactly where he is going, unlike me.  I continue to give him directions, until we turn into the long driveway. As soon as we stop, I jump out of the car and run up to the door. “Gramps!” I exclaim as I walk in the door, and see my grandpa standing in the kitchen. I run over to him and give him a huge hug, because it’s been a few months since I last saw him.   “Hi Sweetie,” my grandpa says as we hug, and when we separate Pete is already behind me and holds his hand out. “Nice to meet you Sir,” he says as he and my grandpa shake hands. “Nice to meet you too, son,” Gramps replies. “I’ve heard so much about you from Y/N that I feel like you’re already part of the family. Call me Gramps.” “Oh, um, okay… Gramps,” Pete says, a little shocked. “Gramps, I'm going to take Pete out to show him the barn, but we’ll be back inside in a bit,” I tell him, and then turn back towards the door. “Okay, the horses are out back,” he says and I nod in understanding before heading out the door again. “Wanna go meet my horse?” I ask Pete as we step outside. “I would love to,” he responds as he wraps his arm around my waist, and we walk side by side out to the pasture where the horses are. “This is Shadow. He’s my horse, so to say,”  I say to Pete as I pet the horse that is standing in front of us. “He was never trained to ride because when they tried when I was young he bucked my grandma off and broke her finger. And she had to be life-flighted because she hit her head. So when it comes to riding we usually ride the paint, Dancer, or Coye. They’re the oldest two.” “Do you ride often?” “Um, no not really. We used to, or I used to, but Gramps has gotten older and so have the horses, so we don’t really ride anymore,” I tell him, and he nods in understanding. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Pete,” I said as we lay in bed the night before we’re supposed to leave. “Yeah baby?” “Thank you.” “For what?” he asks me, confusion lacing his voice. “For loving me. For going against your roots and visiting my small country town with me. For treating my family like your own. For… I guess everything.” “There’s nothing I would rather do,” he says, and pulls me into a deep kiss.

[fanaticfangirl001]

It's for a fanfic.

[myheadphonesareneverloudenough]

Thinking about how Matt Lang mentioned rerunning TGWDLM.

Obviously, there'd have to be changes. Not just in the casting, but in every aspect of the show just due to the nature of how Hatchetfield has expanded and how TGWDLM has aged.

Now that we know for sure that the events in TGWDLM happened because of Pokey, I think they'd design the show even more around the colour blue instead of green like in the original promotional material. This also gives Matt Dahan so much more to work with when it comes to underscoring, think of all the motifs he has to sneak into the scenes now.

Hidgens would have to be recasted, and while there's plenty of options, I think after Workin' Boys he has to be played by Jeff Blim. I don't know if anyone can ever top what Jeff did in WB. Of course, that would mean that Jeff's original TGWDLM characters would need to be recasted as well. Mr. Davidson has not been seen in HF since TGWDLM (save for the small BF cameo), so it wouldn't be hard to find someone new for that role. Sam Sweetly is more difficult because of his appearances in Nightmare Time and the pre-recorded NPMD cameo, but it's impossible to have Jeff play both Hidgens and Sam in the same scene so he would still most likely be recasted.

The only Jeff character that would need to stay the same is General John Macnamara, that's another permanently Jeff character, in my opinion. The show would require some rearranging so that the Macnamara and Hidgens scenes weren't back to back this way. Between TGWDLM and BF, Macnamara went through a lot of character development and Jeff really discovered who he was by the second show, so it would be super interesting to see him interacting with Paul again now that we've learned so much more about the guy.

Now that Hatchetfield has expanded so much, I think it would be really fun to bring in new characters that we've met since TGWDLM happened. They should include Curt Mega as Officer Bailey in Show Me Your Hands, since we know he canonically works alongside Sweetly. Bring in James Tolbert during the PEIP scene as Xander Lee. Even just the people on the streets in La Dee Dah Dah Day, imagine the amount of cameos that could come into play there. Kim Whalen dances in as Becky Barnes, Angela Giarratana is Grace Chasity, all these well-known characters that we never saw during TGWDLM before making small appearances as they were already infected by the hive mind.

Speaking of the La Dee Dah Dah Day number, it would be fucking awesome to get Joey Richter back in the Pete Spankoffski costume for the coffee shop scene to do the hot chocolate boy bit.

I also just think a new perspective on the show will change so much of the context. Like Emma discussing Jane, we now know Jane's family with Tom and Tim. We're now very familiar with Ted's little brother, a character we had no idea existed during TGWDLM (think about Ted's little freak out over Alice being dead at Hatchetfield High...). We had no idea that this apocalypse was brought on by one of the Lords in Black.

Anyways. I agree with Matt, they should definitely bring The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals back for another run of the show.

[shiftingdiariesofophelia]

i spend so much energy trying to make/find fun creative things to add to my scripts and i’m not gonna gatekeep, so here’s some of the funniest/weirdest/lowkey best things i’ve added to any of my scripts (that I haven’t talked much about before):

-I can always find things I need.

-Santa is real

-People just??? trust me??? I could genuinely tell someone that world war two was between the australians and canadians and they’d just be like yeah that checks out

-I don’t have allergies bc i hate sneezing

-Every pair of shoes I own are comfy as hell

-My hair can’t get knotted/tangled

-no periods because f that for real

-I always win/I’m naturally good at card and board games.

-Babies/Animals like me and will stop crying/whining/etc. when i’m around.

-cigarettes taste good and aren’t bad for you. i wanna be lana del rey coded so bad i guess

-i will literally never be in a situation where i have to kill someone. (useful for more dangerous drs!!!)

-random beef with the funniest character imaginable. hp dr? me and susan bones are arch enemies. fame dr? me and pete davidson indirect tweet each other all the time complaining. avengers dr? me and the ancient one are fist fighting in the mirror dimension idc

-indestructible things. i am clumsy and stupid i need this in every dr.

-pages don’t rip out of notebooks on accident (this has been the bane of my existence since 9 years old)

-I always have a hair tie when i need one. because you think you won’t need one, and then the second you don’t have it, you need it.

-people don’t smell. lifesaver.

-*random character* knows i shifted but can’t do a goddamn thing about it/doesn’t care and just goes with it. my favorite examples are Shane Dawson (fame dr) and Professor Trelawny (HP dr)

-i can’t get hurt in stupid ways (stubbing toe, tripping, etc.)

-if someone tries to shoot me the gun will literally fly out of their hand lmao (again, useful for dangerous drs)

-i know everyone’s phone passwords

-infinite toilet paper (for dystopia/woods/etc. drs, but could just be useful every day tbh.)

-i’ve always got some kind of out of pocket one liner for when the situation is too awkward

-tattoos don’t hurt (i am a pussy)

-adding random side characters/completely new mfers to my scripts because if i’m constantly around these fine ass bitches i know everything about i might actually have a heart attack

-when someone’s mean to me they get some form of karma in the next 24 hours directly related to how mean they were. call me stupid? enjoy tripping up the stairs. push me over? i hope you enjoy biting into a sandwich only to find the bread is moldy.

there’s probably more but this is just a short list of the first ones i could think of

[yeyinde]

‼️imagine riding price while he’s smoking a cigar‼️ that just popped inside my head and now i’m horny

⇾warnings: unfettered filth, gratuitous smut; gendered!female reader, female anatomy; very slight possessive!Price; very heavy dom!Price; choking?? kinda???

⇾notes: damn, op. me, too. also, has anyone seen bodies bodies bodies? you know that moment when Pete Davidson says I just look like I fuck? that's this. that's Price.

With his head tilted back on the bed, lit cigar dangling from between his teeth, he looks almost attainable in the gloam. Touchable. Like a man you reach out, and have. It's so different from his usual countenance that it jars something inside of you, pricking that soft, sensitive place between your thundering heart and ribs.

Shadows cut under his eyes, his nose, the jut of his lip, illuminated only by the flushed, yellow light of the lamp beside the bed. 

Cot, really. Barely enough space in it to fit a single person, much less two. How he manages to squeeze inside the tiny slip of a mattress makes you question everything you know about physics and spatial mathematics.

Though—

"That's it, mm," he rasps, words slurred and muffled around the cigar in his mouth. His hands are firebrands on your breasts, where they settle hot and firm, rough palm grazing your hard nipples. "Just like that, dove. Take me in—all of it, yeah? Want to feel your cunt around all of me."

—there really isn't any room in your head for complex queries when you're sat on your captain's cock, pussy pulsing around him all the way to the root. 

He knocks all logic from your head with a soft flex of his hips, cockhead nudging something inside of you that has you reeling through samsara. 

You can't stop the whine from spilling out—high-pitched and breathless—when he shifts like that, grinding his fat cock against your gummy walls. 

"C—captain—," you mewl, nails digging into the coarse auburn covering his chest. Your hips gyrate over his groin, seeking more of that delicious stretch, that blistering press of him splitting you apart. 

"Shush, shush," he coos, his hand falling away from your swaying chest to wrap around the body of the cigar. The tip burns red; the heavy scent of sex and tobacco permeate the tense atmosphere between you.

His other hand stays, and slides down until your nipple is caught between his thumb and forefinger. A pinch of his fingers sends a ripple of pleasure-pain shuddering down to your core. You keen at the sting, the bliss.

"Gotta be quiet, love. Want them to come in, and see you like this? Bouncin' on your captain's cock like you're desperate for it? And you are, aren't you? So fuckin' greedy for it."

"Fuck, sir—"

His groan is filthy around the butt of the cigar when your cunt flutters at the notion. The idea of being watched while your aching cunt takes him to the base.

"What a slut you are," he teases, slurred and gruff, words thinning out around a pull of smoke. "Want them to see how pretty you look on top of me, eh?"

He bites down on the end of the cigar, his hand falling away to reach behind you. Your mouth opens—pleas, apologies on your tongue; but it's stifled by a loud whine when the flat of his palm slaps across the meat of your ass. The sharp crack of his hand hitting you sends a gyre of pleasure roiling through your core.

Your belly flutters; molten heat spumes at the sting. It's too much, it hurts, and—

You want more.

"Please—;" the word is choked, bitten off when he slides his hand up, fingers dancing between each knob of your spine. The other tugs on your nipple until your back arches for him.

"Come on, pretty thing." He purrs, eyes lidded and burning. A veil of smoke congeals in the air between you when he breathes out. "Like I'd let anyone see you like this. This—;" his teeth dig into the cigar, hips canting up into your pussy. "—is all mine, love."

You don't know how he expects you to last with his thumb brushing over your nipple, his cock battering the plug of your womb with each fervid grind of your hips. Each soft bounce sends you spiralling closer and closer to the edge, to that white-hot haze of euphoria that splits your head down the centre until all you can feel is the swell of his cock in your cunt; his full, heavy balls slapping against your ass each time you sit fully on him, taking him to the base where he's the thickest, where he throbs like a heartbeat. It's too much, too much—

He hums low in his chest. The noise ripples through your palms, desperately scrambling for purchase on his slick, broad chest. It should have been a warning, but you're too far gone, too blissed from the way his liquid sapphire gaze threatens to flay you alive; the wide arsenic white of his eyes boring into you, watching you fall apart at the seams with each plunge of him inside of your pussy. 

"Fuck—oh, fuck—captain—I'm… I'm gonna cum—"

Heat sears into your throat. Your tremulous words are cut in the middle when his hand slides up, palm pressed flat against your jugular. His thumb strokes your jaw gently, a dizzying contrast to the unyielding, solid grip he has on your neck. His thick, tobacco-stained fingers wrap taut around the delicate, fragile, curve of your throat, nearly spanning the entirety of it. If he wanted to, you think, a touch delirious, hysterical: he might be able to touch his index and thumb at the base of your skull.

Your inhale is shaky; a quivering gasp that edges on instability. You feel yourself being pulled deeper and deeper into those pits that sear into you.

A burning ache throbs inside of your belly; a coil pulling tighter and tighter with each press of your groins, his cock filling you deeper than you'd thought possible, the unruly auburn hair around the base of his cock grazing your clit. Your core tenses. Cunt spasming around him when he squeezes his hand, the air choked from your esophagus. 

"Look at you," he drawls, nearly slurring the words around the end of his cigar. He pulls in another mouthful of smoke, eyes gleaming aquamarine in the dim light. "Such a pretty fuckin' sight you make, don't you, love."

All you can see is liquid blue. A spark of ochre from the end of his cigar. Your vision fades, blurring around the edges. He's not choking you, just holding steady, firm, but it's everything: his voice, his touch, that stupid cigar wrapped around those lips—

"C—captain—"

"Go on, then." He settles back into the pillow, hand still wrapped around your throat. His eyes bore into yours; a whirlpool cuts through the sea—dark and dizzying. "I want this pretty little cunt to cum around my cock, mm." He rumbles. His hand flexes, shifts, until his thumb is pressed to the seam of your lips. His eyes darken. "And then when you're finished, I want you on your hands and knees. I'm gonna fill you up, nice and proper, yeah?"

All you can do is whimper his name, and try not to slip inside those frothing waters that threaten to drag you under. A swirling vortex of want; pleasure. You burn under his heavy gaze. Feel the heat of his cigar scorching your skin. 

“Oh,” he adds, blowing out a plume of white against your skin when you shudder on top of him, nails biting into his skin. Smoke rings curl around his words. His voice is hushed. Quiet. The lilt an unbreakable command. “Better not make me drop my cigar, love. Or there will be trouble.”