Pete Davidson Imagines

you're sick

i'm going to start putting the summaries in the beginning

summary: you come down with a cold and pete comes over to take care of you.

you wake up and groan, you feel like crap but that doesn't stop you from picking up your phone and looking at it. it was 4 in the afternoon and you gasp, remembering that you and pete had a date tonight. you look at your phone and quickly reply to his text messages.

i'm so sorry. i think i'm sick. i just woke up. i don't think i'll be able to go tonight.

that's fine, babe! i'll come to you. xoxo

you sniffle and start to cough and realize you don't want him to get sick. you don't protest though and just crawl back under your covers and go back to sleep.
you wake up to the feeling of someone shaking you slightly. "baby.." pete says and your eyes flutter open. "sit up. you need to eat." he says softly and you sit up, noticing the bowl of chicken noodle soup. your entire body feels so weak. "do you need me to feed you?" he laughs and you shake your head. "i got it." you tell him and try to reach over and grab the spoon but you fail. "here i got you." he says and starts feeding you. it tasted great and the warm food helped your sore throat. "thank you." you tell him and he smiles. "i'm supposed to take care of you." he kisses your forehead. "you're running a horrible fever." he says and puts the back of his hand on your forehead. you sigh and lay back down, not able to eat anymore. "do you want to watch a movie?" he asks and you nod, laying on your side and closing your eyes and he laughs slight, knowing you're just going to fall back asleep. "i'll still be here when you wake up." he says and kisses your forehead again and turning on a movie, leaving you to rest