#whateverimagines

First of all...this is very specific.

Okay.....Here’s the thing about this particular blurb that kind of unsettles me.

I personally have been in an abusive relationship.  They’re not fun.  Therefore I really do not feel comfortable glamorizing one-especially one that features Pete. 

The second thing-Mental health doesn't always equal violence and I most certainly do not want to write something that links Pete to that stereotype.

I hope you don’t take this wrong, or think I’m angry with the person that requested this.  But please understand that I will not write blurbs or imagines or fan-fiction that has to deal with abuse of this manner.  

You sat in your car, roughly a block down the road from where Pete and the crew were filming. The two of you had been very cautious about appearing out in public together-being that you had a normal life out of the celebrity spotlight, unlike your boyfriend. Therefore secret dates, meet ups and even parking your car and walking to him was the only way most days. You put on your black hat, pulling your ponytail through the back before getting out of your car. It was a hot July day, and you had specifically packed as many cold water bottles as you could in your backpack. As you walked up the road, you noticed a few men, large cameras in their hands as they sat in their cars, waiting for someone to appear out of the crew. You walked up, a large guard blocking one of the entrances, “Sup dude,” you smiled, pulling him in for a bro hug and choreographed hand shake. The guard’s tone changed, a smile appearing on his face as he let you in “what up chica. Whatchu got for me today?” He asked. You rummaged through your backpack, pulling out a Blue Gatordade and a slim Jim. “Here you go!” You smiled, handing him his snacks. He grinned, “Thanks buttercup” he smiled hugging you, “He should be finishing up, tell him I said hi,” he spoke, low enough for you to hear. You smiled as you passed by, running towards the cast and crew. Pete turned back to you, his smile just as bright as his shirt. As Judd called for break, Pete ran up to you, grabbing your hand and made a run for his trailer. You barely made it to the door before Pete pushed you gently against the trailer, kissing you roughly. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around him as his hand softly brushed your cheek. CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

You’re gonna laugh but I literally had to do research to figure out what you were referring to. I literally avoid tik tok like the plague 😂 but okay. Okay I got this. Except-small change: Vodka is gross. I’m definitely a Tequila person.

You sat outside on the stairs, a bottle of tequila at your side.  The party raged inside, celebrating your best friends success.  You had been by her side as she studied her way through medical school.  You were always supportive of her but deep down you always feel less than- since you dropped out of college after your first year.  The tequila made your body shudder as you took another swig and bit into another lime.  Leaning back against the step, you kicked off your sandals, letting the alcohol consume you as you stared up at the moon.  “You look like you’re having fun,”  a voice chuckled from behind you.  You opened your eyes to see a tall, tatted man standing above you.  You smiled, “fucking loads of fun”, lifting up the almost empty bottle of tequila.  The man exhaled,  “damn...that bad huh?” he said quietly before sitting down next to you.  You nodded, “This party is just a reminder of how shitty I am.  My parents are even here celebrating- because they never got a chance with me,” you half smiled, oversharing.  You shook your head taking another drink straight from the bottle and turning to him, “I’m also extremely awkward when it comes to parties-you picked the wrong person to hang out with,” you joked.  The man laughed,  “Pshh... trying to get rid of me huh?  Looks like you’re in need of a friend,” he answered bluntly.  You stuck out your tongue, “Whats your name anyway?” you asked, looking over at him.  He was wearing a dark maroon plaid shirt, a grey loose t-shirt exposing more tattoos on his chest.  He extended his hand, “I’m Casey’s brother, Pete,” he introduced.  You shook his hand,  “Yeah....I recognize you. You’re pretty famous, right?” you asked.  He blushed, looking down as his feet, “Yeah kind of,” he chuckled.  You stood up, taking his hand, “Walk with me?” you asked, “I need to get away from this place.”

The sand was cool and refreshing as you sank your toes into it, leaving a small imprint on the shore.  The beach always brought you comfort, especially at night as the moon reflected and glittered on the water.  The two of you chatted as you made your way down the beach, “So...what do you do?  I remember Casey saying something about your friend going to your shows.  Are you like part of band or something?” he asked.  You laughed, “I wish.  I’d be making more money.  But no. I work off Broadway.  Trying to make it big” you looked down, ashamed almost.  “No one warned me that Broadway is cruel.  So for now I take any ensemble part I can get my hands on,” you sighed.  Pete took your hand and squeezed it tightly, “You’ll get there.  I’m sure you’re great,” he smiled, reassuringly.  You grinned, squeezing his hand before letting it go and unbuttoning your shorts, and kicking them off.  “Hey!  What are you doing?” Pete hissed, looking around cautiously.  “Its hottttt” you groaned,  walking into the water, throwing your tube top at him, “Live a little,” you laughed.  Pete watched you, “C’mon (Y/n)!  Get outta there,” he yelled, tossing your shirt on top of your pants and throwing his phone on top.  He moved closer towards the water, extending a hand to you, “Let me help you,”  

You looked down at his hand before staring up at him with a devilish grin.  You stood up, kissing his lips abruptly.  He kissed you back, perfectly distracted as you pulled him in the water too.  Pete stood up, anger growing in him as you laughed, something you hadn’t been able to do all night.  Pete sighed, a small smile appearing on his face as he splashed you, “I’ll never forgive you, you know that right?”  he joked.  You shrugged, “I’m okay with that,” you smiled back, as you swam up to him and wrapped your arms around him.  He kissed you, gently this time, the two of you floating in the water.  

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Life has been a struggle.  But I have been thinking of you guys.

Thanks for being patient.

It had been weeks...maybe even months since you had left.  You had shut off your phone, deleted all forms of social media and had been keeping yourself distracted by helping your Grandmother around the house and tending to the animals.  The two of you walked into the back yard and down to the stables.  You smiled running up to the large grey appaloosa horse,  Knicks.  The horse ran over to the fence, greeting you as you put a harness over her head and attached a lead with a click.  You Grandmother did the same with her Mustang, Cody.  Walking down to the barn, you tied the lead up on a hook and turned to grab your saddle.  The dark leather was perfectly worn and engraved with floral design.  It had been your mothers growing up.  You had placed a thick wool blanket on Knicks’ back before placing the saddle on top and buckling the loops under her belly.  Knicks huffed, nudging your shoulder as you paused, your thoughts wondering.  Jumping back into action, you rubbed her cheek, “Thanks” you smiled before turning to the cooler behind you and grabbing a few treats for her.  You pulled out a container of apple slices and carrots, two of her favorites.  Feeding her one at a time as you waited for your grandmother to finish saddling up Cody.  Placing the container back in the cooler, you untied Knicks’ lead and walked outside, hopping on the saddle and looping your feet in the stirrups.  “Gorgeous evening. Ain’t it?” you grandmother smiled, trotting up behind you.  You nodded, “I never wanna leave” you sighed, nudging Knicks to start moving towards the trail.  Your grandmother sighed, “As much as I don’t want you to honey, you’re gonna have to go back and face him someday.”  You shrugged, “Why would I?  He’s got a celebrity fiance and an apartment upstate.  Then there’s me,” you mumbled towards the end.  “Don’t you dare say you aren’t good enough in my presence.  You are a gorgeous and intelligent.  And sweet as pie.  Just like your mother-God rest her soul,” she huffed.  You enjoyed these trail rides with your grandmother, it was something she and your mother used to do growing up.  You leaned down, wrapping your arms around Knicks as you made your way back to the stables.  

(This quarantine is really killin my vibe but I hope ya’ll are staying home and staying safe/sane)

-“This fuckin sucks” Pete would say during each video call or phone call with you. Hating the fact that you two had to be in self isolation, alone. Because you lived and worked out of state, you were unable to to spend isolation with your boyfriend.

-You would video chat for hours, sometimes just keeping it on in the background as you either worked, cooked, cleaned etc. You two just needed an excuse to just see each other.

-You loved catching him working out. Sometimes you would just stop what you were doing and stare as he did tricep curls or sit ups. The same would go for him, “nice ass” he’d joke. You’d turn and flip him the bird, secretly enjoying the compliment.

-“those are cuuuute” Pete smiled as you modeled a new pajama set for him or lingerie . A little break from all the sweatpants you’ve been wearing the past few weeks.

-Ngl you definitely tried the naked challenge over video chat. It took Pete a minute to register that you were naked but when he finally noticed, his jaw dropped. “Wait hold up-I didn’t know you had a tattoo there!?” He choked, admiring your body.

Of course!

You sat down at the table with Casey, Amy, Pete and her.

She was practically rubbing it in your face that Pete’s attention was all on her. Which didn’t make sense because Pete spent every waking moment talking about her. The restaurant was filled with other people, their voices practically drowning out most of their conversation. You sat there quietly, not sure why you agreed to tag along. But Casey convinced you to come as a way of getting you out of the house. You had been hiding away inside when the news of Pete and his new girlfriend made its way to you. Pete never mentioned her, not even once, which was a blow to you considering you had grown up with him. But this is what you get for falling for someone who used you as a rebound after a a breakup. The two of you agreed, it was nothing “It was just one night,” and made a promise to have no feelings after. But weeks passed and the more and more times you two hooked up, the more you fell for him. You remembered the night Casey told you the news, after she had noticed how Pete started to avoid you. Sobbing until your eyes were red and sore and your chest felt as if it would cave in any moment.

Your thoughts were disturbed by the gentle touch of Amy, who rubbed your back lovingly. She had been like a Mother to you over the years, after you had moved to Staten Island with your Dad. She treated you like her second daughter, calling you to chat, inviting you to do simple errands, especially considering your Dad was barely home growing up. You smiled over to her, thankful that you had a motherly figure in your life that you were so close with. As the food arrived and you all chatted with each other, you noticed Ariana’s hand, her left finger noticeably shining under the light. She made eye contact with you, smiling before nudging Pete and whispering in his ear. Pete’s face dropped, licking his lips as he tried to find the words quickly. He put on a smile and tapped his glass, “Hey...umm we have an announcement-actually,” he stuttered. The table quieted as he stood up, “We invited you all here tonight for dinner, not only to catch up and hang out. Because I fucking love you guys. But because um...well. Ariana and I are getting married,” he grinned as Ariana jumped up, flashing her left hand. You felt your heart race violently, as your breathing became short and sporadic. A sudden jolt of pain emanating in your lower back as you tried your hardest to internalize the wave of emotions. As the table cheered and congratulated the couple, you snuck out as quickly and as quietly as you could. The tears were hot as they fell down your cheeks, and you wiped them quickly before hailing for a cab. You hopped in the taxi, giving him your address quickly before leaning back in the seat and quietly sobbing. It felt like seconds before you arrived in front of your house, your father’s car no where to be found. You handed the cab driver the cab fee and got out, opening your phone as you made a few calls. “Hey Gram....I know this is sudden but—a lots happened. I don’t want to be alone right now-do you mind? Are you sure? I’m booking a flight right now. I’ll be there soon,” you spoke through broken sobs. You rummaged through your house, grabbing your suitcase out of the attic and packing it with everything you could think of. You phone buzzed, clattering against your dresser and falling on the rug. You picked it up, recognizing the photo of you and Pete as kiddos, cuddled on the couch. You hit ignore, returning back to your packing. The next flight out to Texas was expensive but you didn’t care-you figured if you used your dad’s credit card it would count as your goodbye note. You grabbed your notebook, writing it out to Amy and Casey. “I’m sorry I left...I just need some time. I’ll call you. I love you guys.” You scribbled, before shoving it in your pocket and running out to your Uber.

Thank you @briannab1234

I’m really terrible with these “blurbs”-I get so caught up and they become massive. 🙄

Thank god Pete hasn’t found my fan fiction 😅😅😅😅