Pete Davidson Imagines (hiatus)

"You mean the world to me"

Requested by the lovely joshlermendes

Word Count: 1376

Disclaimer: This imagine includes smoking pot, and it might not be right. I am a clean child of God, I don't even drink. The only alcohol i've had is the shitty ass cheap wine during communion at church. If you guys are sitting there and are cringing due to my knowledge of smoking weed, i'm so sorry 😂 I'm trying!!!

Sitting on your piano bench, you attempted to write a melody for your new song. Scrunching up your nose, you attempt to play another melody but it ends up sounding terrible.

You were in the middle of writing songs for your upcoming album and you had all the inspiration in the world, but nothing's working.

You recently began dating SNL comedian Pete Davidson who is a very popular topic among media stations. The relationship before was friends with benefits, you had promised yourself not to fall in love with him. On many occasions, Pete would attempt to ask you out but you tried to push down your romantic feelings for the man and you rejected him. It wasn't until he was interviewed by Charlamagne Tha God, where Pete talked about how much love he had for you but you continue to reject those feelings which caused you to finally accept his feelings. With all this happening, it inspired you to begin writing an album as a way to finally announce your relationship to the public.

As of right now, you guys have been dating for two months and you are just infatuated with him. Besides his collection of weed, you love him because you guys can talk about any topic under the sun. Even though he is portrayed as a pothead who has two brain cells, he isn't at all. He is very intelligent and is a deep thinker, he also is really good at anything that has to do with writing.

After about a few hours, you finally stopped to take a break. You decided to head over to Pete's to hopefully smoke some weed to help with the stress. Dialing his number, you called him up

"Bubs, I'm fucking stressed as shit right now, can I come over?" You asked.

"Of course baby, I'll leave the front door unlocked," Pete said in a sweet tone.

You hopped in your car and drove over to his stunning yet simple Staten Island home he shares with his mother and sister. You took the key out of the ignition before you left your car seat and locked it up. You walked to the front door and opened it to find the basement door. You locked the door behind, kicked off your shoes, and headed towards the basement. The scent of cologne and weed infiltrated your nose as you went to the lower floor. Pete was chilling on his couch, scrolling on his phone. You walked over to sit on his lap, causing him to be distracted from his device. He set his phone down as he wrapped his tattooed arms around your figure, pulling you into his chest. He rested his lips against your forehead, tightening his arms around you.

"I'm happy to see you bubs, i'm stressed out so goddamn much," You grumbled while running your hands through your hair.

"I might have an idea on how to get rid of that stress," He said suggestively.

He leaned over to the side table and picked up a blunt that was just freshly rolled. He grabbed the lighter and lit up the blunt. He took a puff and passed it to you, the strong fragrance hitting up in the face. You pinched the blunt in between your index finger and thumb as you raised the paper to your lips, inhaling the smoke into your lungs. You could feel the euphoria rain over your body, instantly feeling less stressed. As you took a few more puffs, Pete pulled out his phone and clicked on his Instagram icon.

"I have an idea about how we can announce our relationship," Pete blurted.

You looked over at him in amusement, the weed was suddenly hitting you like a baseball directly in the forehead.