Pete Davidson Imagines

Blue Jeans

       warnings: mentions of suicide

         you and pete were extremely close. you have only been with each other for a couple months but days felt like months and the months felt like years. the feeling you had whenever you seen him was like nothing you have ever felt.
       you move your hand over his face and smile. "i will love you till the end of time." you say and he kisses you deeply. you smile against his lips and he picked you up and turned on some slower music and started dancing with you. it was about 3 in the morning, but you never wanted this to end. you wanted this to be for forever. he grabs you by your waist and sways you back and forth. you weren't the best dancer but once you figured out to just let him lead you weren't too bad.
          after a couple songs pete leans over and whispers in your ear. "wanna go swimming?" you nod and smile. "yes!" you grab his hand and run out the big sliding doors and start stripping your clothes until you're just in your bra and underwear and jump in and he laughs and jumps in right after you. you start swimming away and he finally catches up to you and spins you around and dunks you under and you laugh when you come back up. you put your legs around his waist and put your head on his shoulder, looking at the mansion. "what do you do for a living? you've never actually told me." you say and he shrugs. "cause it isn't important. just know i'm able to take care of you." he says and kisses you softly and you kiss him back.

                                 ~ 6 months later ~

       "you're leaving again?" you ask him and he nods. "baby, you know i have to." you shake your head. "i need to make money." he tells you. "we don't need no money we can make it all work." you plead and grab onto his shirt. "please." you beg and try to kiss him but he pushes you away. "please? y/n i need to go to work." you start to get frustrated. "what work!?" you yell and he's surprised at your sudden outburst. you look at him with tears in your eyes. "when will you be back?" you whisper. "monday." he says calmly and kisses your cheek and then your neck. "i'm just so tired of you leaving every night. i told that no matter what i'll be by your side." pete looks at you. "you told me you wanted more. i'm trying to do that for you."
         "that's not what i had in mind. i just wanted like before, dancing all night, swimming, cuddling, watching movies." you tell him. "baby, it's only a couple days." you look at him and sniffle. "if you walk out that door i'm leaving." you tell him softly. you were tired of him leaving. you knew he was a drug dealer, you knew how he made his money you were upset that he didn't want to be honest with you. "baby, don't be like that. you know i need to leave."
        "every night, pete? i don't think so. and when you are here all you do is take phone calls and run around." you tell him and sigh. "i'll be back. please be here when i get back on monday." he kisses your cheek and walks out, shutting the door behind him. you scream and throw things around. you slide down the door and start sobbing. you were scared. you were scared that he was going to get hurt out there. you didn't know where he was at so if anything went wrong you wouldn't know what to tell police, or even if you should call the police anyways. you get up and start packing your stuff up. you couldn't live this type of life. even though he drowned you in expensive clothing, items, a beautiful house, and cars you still wanted the non materialistic things. you wanted that love that was once there, the love that seems like you only carry now and he doesn't.
         pete comes back on wednesday, the deal took longer than expected and it made him feel worse. he couldn't tell if you were home or not. "hunny?" he walks up the grand staircase and there you stood in a beautiful white gown. "you're home finally." he smiles. "of course, baby. i told you i'd be back. sorry it took so long i just-" he looks down at his feet and looks back up to you but you're gone. "baby?" he calls out, extremely confused by what was going on.
          "so how was the trip?" he looks behind him and there you were again. "i-it was fine.." he trails off and rubs his eyes. "you know this is my favorite gown you ever bought me. it's so simple and elegant. very nice and flowy." you smile and walk back up the stairs and hold your dress as you walk. "it's very beautiful on you, sweetheart." he says and smiles. but just like that you disappear into thin air. he runs up the stairs and looks in the bedroom. you weren't there. he goes into the bathroom and immediately wishes he didn't.
             there you were, laying in a bathtub full of blood, face pale but also a little bit purple. your lips were black. he screams and rushes over you and picks you up trying to bring you back to life by trying CPR but nothing seemed to work. he sobs and holds you close. it was all his fault. he should've never walked out that door. he cries into your shoulder, noticing you were wearing your favorite dress. "i will love you till the end of time."