pete and mgk imagines

bad luck - pete davidson

your pov:

"hurry up babe! this picnic was your idea!" pete called loudly.

"i'm just getting my shoes!" i called back and he appeared in the doorway.

"cars all packed, i'm waiting on you" pete rolled his eyes.

"i need mismatching socks. i only have the one matching pair. i can't wear matching"

"why not? just put the matching ones on" he replied.

"no way. it's bad luck"

"then just- i don't know... don't wear socks?"

"ugh that's fucking weird. fine, ok i will wear matching socks but if this goes bad i blame you and the socks"

he put his hands up in surrender then spun on his heel and went to the car.

we went to the park and set everything up, i laid out the blanket and when pete opened the picnic basket, we found out the juice had spilled all over our pb&j sandwiches.

"socks" i muttered as i opened the bag of chips.

pete simply rolled his eyes and snatched the bag with a smirk.

"gimmie my chips back!" i laughed.

"but i want them!" he laughed, muffled slightly as he shoved a handful in his mouth.

"eat the sandwiches or i eat your gushers!" i threatened, snatching the box of gushers and tossing a soggy sandwich on him.

he gasped dramatically, "you wouldn't dare"

i carefully opened the box of gushers and took a pack out, shaking it in his face.

he quickly snatched the pack and tossed the chips back to me.

i giggled, and laid back to look at the clouds.

"ooh! look at that one, it looks like a chicken!" i pointed at the sky.

"that one looks like a rain cloud"

"be more imaginative, babe" i laughed.

"no, it literally looks like it's gonna rain" he replied.

"if it does, i'm blaming socks." i simply said before taking a pack of gushers.

not even 15 minutes later, there was a crack of thunder and it began to downpour.

"socks!" i screamed while trying to put everything back in the bag and running to the car.

we got in, soaking wet and rain beating on the windows. pete sat in the drivers seat and he tried to start the car but it wouldn't go.

"what's wrong?"

"that's weird, the car isn't starting" he replied.

"i wanna say socks, because it is, but also this is the beginning of a criminal minds episode where we get murdered and that will also be matching socks fault"

"we won't be murdered. i'll protect you babe" pete replied confidently, brushing my wet hair out of my face.

i took his hand in mine, then pressed a kiss to the back of it.

after a few more tries, the car finally started and we made our way home. we quickly ran inside and got changed into dry clothes.

we flopped down on the couch and went to turn on criminal minds. we were snuggled up under the blanket watching a killer creep through the house when a large crack of thunder made me jump.

the tv suddenly flashed with a warning that there was a tornado watch for the next hour.

"socks!" i yelled.

"you aren't wearing them anymore, (y/n)" my boyfriend pointed out.

i put my hand on his cheek gently, "sweet naive boy. the bad luck lasts all day dumbass"

"oh. well, i guess it's just gonna be a tough da-"

pete was interrupted by the power going out.

"what the fuck" he yelled loudly.

"socks!" i declared.

for a few hours, we played board and card games, eating cold leftover pizza from the night before. 

both of us exhausted from the long day, we decided to go to bed early.  we blew out the candles that illuminated our bedroom and went to sleep.

that next morning, we woke up and the power was back on and the rain had stopped.we got breakfast at a diner due to our empty fridge and had no car problems.

"it was just a day of bad luck because of stupid socks. i told you it was real" i told pete as i began tossing my clothes, (and pairs of mismatching socks, more importantly) in the dryer.

"for 'bad luck' i still had a lot of fun on that picnic date shit" pete shrugged.

"of course you did, you were with me. i'm the best"

he gave me a smile before kissing me. as cheesy as it is, no luck is bad when i have pete.

july 30 2021

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