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yeonlogic · 25 days

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PAIRING bestfriend!gyu + f!reader GENRE/WARNINGS fluff, crack, friends to lovers au, gyu works in a vinyl shop, gyu gets friendzoned woopsies, mild swearing, semi smau reader is friends with chaewon & kazuha from lsrfm

SYNOPSIS you and gyu have been friends since you first saw each other at school and now your starting to develop feelings for him

wc: around 3k?

“are you done picking out a vinyl you want or what” beomgyu complained looking at you look through the compartment full of vinyls

“yeah yeah whatever, you work here anyway im sure the owner wont mind you closing up the shop late” you said as you took a look around the cd section thinking about whether you should get a cd or a vinyl.

“okay uhm I decided Im not getting anything” you chuckled nervously looking at beomgyu knowing he would say something about it

“yah you cant just spend hours looking at the shop for around 3hours and not picking anything!?” he frowned “okay okay Im sorry ill make it up to you and help you close down the shop.”

you two started closing down the shop together. as you two finished you took a look at the city in the night admiring how it looked.

“your still walking me home right..?” you said turning to him as he was locking up the shop door “yeah I always do cuz your scared of those weirdos who would come after you” he teased “well Its not my fault its scary, what if a random guy chases me or something” your voice had a hint of worry and nervousness as you said that, gyu walked up to you by your side “Its alright ill be your night and shining armor” beomgyu said jokingly “now come on its getting late.”

you two walked the streets together your hands shoved In the pocket of your hoodie, it was cold freezing cold.

“hey if you have the time you should teach me how to use the guitar” you nudged his shoulder with yours looking at him with a smile on your face, “how about tomorrow? If you can” he chuckled “also your shivering a lot.. is it that cold..?” he grabbed your wrist stopping you from walking away as he took his jacket off and draped It on your shoulders, your heart was beating from how close he was to you, you were so used to him being close to you all the time but why was this one different?

you felt your cheeks heat up a bit but you didnt worry about it too much. “thanks..” you murmured, his jacket was warm enough to block the cold, “dont mention it” he replied as you two continued to walk back to your home.

“thanks for walking me back home gyu” you smiled and gave him a hug, “also here you should take your jacket back” you took it off as beomgyu stopped you from doing it “no keep it, it looks better on you” he laughed softly “ill see you tomorrow?” “mhm” you replied as you entered your house going into your room.

you dropped onto your bed looking up at the ceiling confused about what you were feeling at that moment gyu gave you his jacket that was now wrapped around your torso.

you grabbed your phone from your pocket and opened the messages app.

you turned off your phone and placed it on your bedside table, you felt confused why were you feeling these random butterflies in your stomach whenever you think about beomgyu oh god “THE FUCKING HEART?!?!?” you screamed into your pillow “okay clam down maybe its just a platonic gesture calm down and just sleep this through.” you muttered to yourself as you layed down on your bed.

you were In a cafe with chaewon since everyone from school was on school break so you both decided to hang out today

“ugh Im so glad were on break right now i think I would’ve passed out if the teacher gave us any more test papers” she ranted and complained while you were zoned out lost in your thoughts about last night.

“y/n?, helloo earth to y/n!?, Y/N!!!” chae snapped at you “huh?” you replied “girl did you even listen to what I was saying” “uh yeah ofc”

“then what did I say?” one of her eyebrow was raised up “uhm that you wanted that bag you saw?” chaewon looked at you

“seriously y/n whats got you acting so weird this day” chaewon stared at you while sipping her iced coffee, “honestly I dont even know Its just something about last night..” you said nervously “tell me, maybe I can do something about it”

“promise me you wont laugh..?” “duhh.”

“Its just I never knew I’d look at my bestfriend differently, you know beomgyu right?” “yeah the one who works at the vinyl shop down town right” chaewon replied

“yeah.. well uhm I was with him last night and he walked me home but its something about the way he saw I was freezing and gave me his jacket— but I mean its not even that romantic Its the part where he put the jacket on me he was so..close something about that just felt so different to me because Im so used to being close with him all the time but it was just that one moment that made me realize maybe I have feelings for him..?” you sighed and covered your face with your hands “chaeeee what do I dooo” you pleaded feeling embarrassed to talk about this to your girl bestfriend

“Look as much as I dont know shit about love I can tell you definitely have feelings for him I mean.. you two were friends since 8th grade till now you two are technically inseparable” she shrugged “I guess..maybe If i just ignore him for the whole week maybe he wont notice that I have feelings for him??” “idk girl im sorry but I dont know what to do.”

6:22 PM

you arrived at the vinyl shop where you could see gyu standing at the cash register as you entered the shop and approached him.

“hey gyu um..we might have to cancel that guitar lesson since Im gonna be busy this day” you smiled nervously at him hoping he wouldn’t ask you why or what your gonna do. “oh alright..” he said, you could feel a bit of sadness from his voice and you felt bad because of it, “maybe next time?” you said as you left the shop feeling guilty.

beomgyu went home to his shared apartment with his friends as he saw soobin and hueningkai playing a videogame together on the couch, gyu approached them and grabbed the tv remote and turned It off and sat Inbetween the two boys “heyy I was about to beat soobin hyung” kai frowned “yah why are you so grumpy today” soobin side eyed him “its nothing..” gyu responded and sat up from the couch and went to his bedroom.

another day passes by and you and chaewon are together spending time at the arcade just chatting and playing some games, you havent chatted gyu ever since that night because of how scared you were for him to find out you have a crush on him.

“oh btw y/n I invited kazuha we havent seen her in so long and apparently shes taking a 1 week vacay here” chaewon was excited to see your guys friend that you havent seen from since she left the country.

“holy shit zuha Is taking a vacation here?!?!? why didn’t you tell me earlier!!” you were suprised as you saw kazuha enter the arcade from the entrance, you ran towards her so fast and engulfed her in your arms “zuhaaa you never told me you came heree you dont know how much i missed you” “im still here yk” chaewon pouted and crossed her arms looking at you

kazuha chuckles “I wanted it to be a suprise for you two, what are we waiting for? enough about me being here i still have to make it up to you two since i havent spent time with you guys ever since” she frowned as you and chaewon gave her a hug.

“taehyun you promised me your gonna win me a plushie from the claw machine right” kai giggled looking at tyun “yeah yeah whatever” taehyun responded.

“hey gyu isnt that y/n over there?” yeonjun looked at beomgyu, beomgyus gaze was on you. “be right back guys” he said and ran towards you but he overheard your convo with your friends.

“hey y/n have you and that guy bestfriend youve been friends for like what 5 years? what was his name..? oh beomgyu! have you two ever dated yet? you two were stuck together like glue.” kazuha asked you

you coughed “what? oh beomgyu! hes just a friend”

“friend, friend, friend”

was all that gyu heard from that convo, he immediately left and went to his friends and told them that he wasnt in the mood to play arcade games with them so he left early.

“why does it have to be the girl i like to friend zone me like that” gyu sighed as he slumped on his bed just thinking about you “agh fuck this is embarrassing beomgyu get yourself together” he murmured to himself.

same old day just beomgyu sitting on the couch with taehyun on his left and soobin on his right, “do you guys know if y/n likes anyone by any chance..” gyu asked “lol no.” soobin responded “wow thanks soobin” beomgyu scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“if i do remember her friend chaewon told me she liked someone but im just not sure who” taehyun said as he scrolled on his phone “did i hear gyu having a crush?” yeonjun teased.

“it just..pisses me off how she hasnt talked to me for 2days and now shes telling her friends that im just a friend to her..” he sighed laying his head back on the header of the couch “wait wait y/n friendzoning you?” kai chuckled “shes just saying that chaewon told me about it.”

“told you about what?” he says.

“that she likes you duhh” kai responded “come on gyu you needa step up your game its so obvious she likes you because of how shes ghosting you and saying your just a friend cause shes hiding the fact she likes you!?” kai chuckles looking at how dumbfounded beomgyu looked “OoOoo~ beomgyus inlove~” soobin and yeonjun teased him about it “shut up.” was gyus response.

beomgyu got up from the couch and went into his room opening the messages app from his phone and texted you.

“wanna meet up..? my treat :)” he sends the send button as he waits for your reply.

*buzz buzz*

his phone vibrated from your notification. “sure! what time??” you replied to his text msg “right now maybe?” gyu replied.

he got up from his bed and immediately grabbed his shoes and slipped them on and rushed out the door. “whats up with him?” taehyun said “inlove for sure” soobin added.

as he got In his car, he drove to your place and parked his car right infront of your house, as he gets out of the driver seat he goes up to your door *knock knock*

“coming!!” you rushed downstairs and answer the door to see beomgyu on your doorstep “hey uhm havent seen you in awhile whats the occasion for the hang out?” you smiled.

“just something i have something to tell you” gyu chuckled nervously as he opened the car door for the passenger seat for you.

you two went on a city night drive with snooze by sza playing on the radio everything was going chill and calm until gyu stopped at a park. “were here” he smiled and got out of the car to open the car door to the passenger seat.

- you two sat on a bench, silence filling up the air. “so..what were you gonna talk about?” you said breaking the silence “i’ve just been thinking..for the past few days you’ve been ignoring me and avoiding texting me which i kinda hated not gonna lie” “he giggled “but during those days I honestly realized i couldnt be myself without you talking to me for 2days i know call me dramatic but i cant live without talking to you y/n” he frowned, you honestly didnt know how to react about it.

“im sorry i havent talked to you..I- just was feeling things that i felt that was wrong i mean- ugh fuck am i really about to say this?, Im confused about my feelings gy-“ “I like you too dummy.” He responded before you could finish your sentence. you just sat there looking at him “dont look at me like that its true” he giggled “fine i admit it I like you- actually no I love you” you finally said it and oh how you felt so relieved to let those words slip out of your mouth knowing your best friend beomgyu felt the same way as you did.

“so if I like you and you like me..does that mean we’re a couple or?” gyu said as you just laughed “yes. yes gyu i would gladly be your girlfriend” you smiled at him as you gave a kiss on his cheek making his heart flutter.”

“well im glad because I love you too” he responded and kissed you, you felt a wave of shock from it and didnt know how to explain it but your lips just melted with his, his lips were soft and plush on yours. “Im so glad your mine now.” He whispered.

a/n: PHEEEEWWW I finally finished this my hands are lowkey sweating rn but I hope you guys enjoy this 🥹 I might make extra beomgyu bf texts for this later so ^^

heres sum extra gyu content added onto this ff I did!!

bf!gyu texts

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 3 months

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second, never first

part one | part two | part three | part four

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become close friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - underage drinking, throwing up, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol and yes i am 18) currently not proofread or written with pristine punctuation

word count - 2500+?? (i know its long but i had a bunch of ideas for the beginning)

this is also my first story so pls be kind :) also just wanted to mention that i wouldn’t have the courage to write and post if it werent for other writers on this app so i would just like to tag and thank a few accounts who inspired me to write<3

@lovingmattysposts @flowerxbunnie @strniohoeee @lacysturniolo @strawberrysturniolo @flynnriderishot @stuniolobbg

for as long as i could remember, being the second option was all i knew. just always being the backup, never the go to.

this constant course of events led to my passion of reading and writing, pretty much consuming myself with content or sources that provided me with a sense of belonging, or just putting myself into a different reality.

i always had been drawn to romance. its a un-comforting comfort for me, if that makes sense. i love reading about it and watching movies about it but love just seemed so out of reach. im sure many people feel this way but i just believe there are certain people in the world that just go through life without any sort of romantic experiences. now while that may be true i also think thats just something i made up in my head to comfort myself from the fact that i have never had a single romantic experience, ever. i mean im 17 years old and havent even had my first kiss. hell i havent even held hands with a boy.

that of course all changed during my senior year.

“oh my god look at what cody sent me” anna says.

anna is my best friend, though at times she felt like my biggest competition. she is everything im not. constantly talking to boys, what people consider ‘boy pretty’, very out going and popular. the fun one.

i look over at her phone to see a text from one of the many boys shes talked to in the past year “i thought you guys were done?” i say

“yeah were not talking like that anymore but i still talk to him here and there” she says

“i dont know if thats the best idea, i mean if you guys keep talking hes probably going to get the wrong impression”

“your such a buzz kill sometimes” she says slightly annoyed. i stay silent. I might sound like a complete bitch here but when your friend is constantly talking or complaining about guy, a, b and c you eventually get bored and exhausted of hearing about it, I try my hardest to be understanding when she brings up guys, but I’m apparently never supportive enough to her standards. I suppose she wants me to be there and give her advice but what do I have to offer to that conversation?

we were driving through the school parking lot to park in our usual spot next to chris.

chris is, well complicated. ive known him since 7th grade and hated him up until about 3 months ago when senior year started. the friendship started off with him just parking next to my car everyday and him just pestering me all the time but the longer we kept parking together, the more we grew to enjoy our casual conversations.

we both roll down our windows.

“morning” i say waving at him, anna does the same “hey, i wanna skip first block if you guys are down” he says “you know i would never say to to that” anna says “ehh i dont know about today i have a bio project i need to work on and didnt getting the planning sheet so i should probably head in” i say

“alright, anna come on i wanna get mcdonalds” chris says tapping on his passenger seat.

“looks like its just us this morning! y/n me and chris can just go get food and ill bring you back something for lunch” anna says turning to me.

“ill see you guys at lunch” i say grabbing my bag and locking my car doors as anna gets in to chris’ car and they drive off.

if you havent caught the weird passive tone from anna, thats how she was. no matter how much i tried she always had to be the centre of attention . i honestly dont even think she does it on purpose. i love her and she is my best friend but i just find her insufferable at times, its just who she is. chris is a great friend to me but i always caught the vibe that chris liked anna or at least thought she was hot. which is also why i think he treats her with more respect than me.

now when i said we grew to like eachother i left out a slight detail.

even though i hated chris for most of high school for the way he treated me and constantly teased me, i couldnt help myself from starring at him from time to time as he talked or even looking at his hands. not only was he visually pleasing he could be really sweet and the conversations we shared were really meaningful at times. was he attractive, yes. was he a complete asshole to me for years and still hasnt apologized, yes. did i completely fall head over heels for him when he began to show me his nice side, sadly yes.

its so cliche but i fell for my “bully” so to speak. i hated myself for it but what i hated even more was how much i let my feelings for him effect how i saw myself even more as the second option. if it came down to it and me anna and him were the only people in the world he would still fuck anna before he even though about kissing me.

i know that i might only feel this way towards him simply because hes the only male thats shown me any attention at all. though it hasnt always been positive or romantic it was still something that i had never experienced from a male before.

like i said, second option.

i finish up my final class and head out to my car and wait for anna who is doing god knows what considering i drive her home everyday after school. while waiting for anna, chris gets into his car and starts it to heat up as it is the beginning of winter. i watch what hes doing through his car window as he scrolls on his phone for a sec and then storms into the backseat of my car, always the backseat.

my head whips around to look at him and he looks annoyed. “why do you look mad” i say. “look at what this bitch said to me” he says leaning up to the middle console shoving his phone in my face and i read texts from a girl hes talking to.

friday 3:14pm

alice: chris i cant keep talking to you

chris: what do you mean

alice: i mean that i cant keep talking to you what were doing is messing with my head and i dont want to be a victim of one of your fuck and dumps

chris: im sure i have many other girls who would kill to be in your position

alice: then go have them i dont want to be apart of your sick and twisted hookups

“ok wow” i say my eyes wide “i didnt even know you were talking to alice”

“well now you do, and im not anymore apparently” he says throwing his arms up as he sinks in to the middle seat. “we have been fucking since the halloween party, remember when i kissed her infront of you?” he says in a duh tone.

ah yes halloween. the night i went home crying after said kiss was shared infront of my face.

“yes i remember” i say blankly.

“we were supposed to hangout tonight but she decided to blow me off, i was ready to get my dick wet but i guess ill just have to be fucking boring alone” he says as i make a disgusted face.

“well i dont know what to te-“ i was cut off by anna coming into the car.

“ok sorry i took so long but i was just getting the details for a party tonight!” she says out of breath. chris sits up at the news, “maybe i will get my dick wet then.” he says smirking and jokingly raising his eyebrows.

“what? alice blew you off already.” anna says turning to chris. i dont bother questioning why anna knew and i didnt because im sure i know answer.

“yep and im scoring tonight.” he says fake punching the air as me and anna giggle.

anna and i finished getting ready at her place, her wearing jeans and a hot pink tank top and me in black jeans and a white long sleeve crop top. i stare at myself in the mirror when i hear annas phone go off with a text from chris.

friday 10:27pm

chris: here

“anna! chris is here!” i yell grabbing my phone and my drinks for the night from my bag and start making my way downstairs as i hear her close behind me. i tie up my shoes as i hear her grab her drinks from her fridge and say bye her parents. i wave goodbye to her parents as well and we make our way out to chris’ car.

upon entering were greeted by matt, chris’ brother in the passenger seat.

“hey matt i didnt know you were coming out tonight!” i say smiling at him as loud music blasts from chris’ speakers.

“yeah nicks also going so i just tagged along, plus i need to drive you guys home since chris is drinking tonight.” he says lightly punching chris in the arm. “oh yeah, speaking of nick where is he?” i say. “nicks already there he came with his friends.” i nod in response and sit back starting to chug down one of my drinks. i may be a buzz kill in annas eyes but i knew how to party and loved drinking with my friends.

matt is chris’ triplet brother along with nick. i never really got to know his brothers all that well, i just know that matt has become a lot more comfortable around me and anna as we have started to spend more time with chris.

once we arrive to the party me and anna walk around to see whos there and we meet up with some of our other friends. i can see chris from across the room laughing and talking to nick and matt.

the night goes on and i finish my fourth cooler of the night and head out to the car to grab another. when i step outside the cool air hits me and i instantly regret the 2 shots of tequila i had on top of the fruity coolers i had throughout the night. shivering and rubbing my arms i continue walking to chris’ car to sit down for a sec and when i reach the backseat i see chris’ naked back and steamy windows. i take a step back once i realize whats happening.

i knew he was going to end up fucking someone tonight since thats what he said his plan was but i did not need to fucking see it. hes not mine for the taking obviously, but seeing him constantly with girls just hurt.

i turn around to walk back into the house but suddenly feel sick to my stomach. i hunch over and throw up in the middle of the road. i cough and collapse to my knees continuing to gag as strings of spit come out of my mouth. i hear a car door shut behind me as i try to stand up wiping my mouth. i feel arms grab my waist and pick me up bridal style and thats the last thing i remember before everything went black.

i wake up in a car with the same clothes on from the party, still drunk, my hair crispy and the smell of cologne. i look around me and realize its chris’ backseat im laying in but its still pitch black out.

i hear faint voices outside and the door my head is resting on swings open and my head flys back.

“holy shit chris are you trying to kill her” i hear matts voice. “shut up, i didn’t know you put her head there.” chris says as he starts pulling me out of the car.

“chris” i say quietly. “holy shit your awake” he says leaving me to sit up. “yeah i am, what happened. i think i- blacked out.” i say slurring my words.

“well i was in the middle of getting with summer-“ he says getting on his knees to talk to me better “and i just heard gagging outside the car and it was bothering me and i looked outside the car and you were bent over on the middle of the road throwing up. i just grabbed you and told summer to fuck off and put you in the car while i grabbed matt and anna.”

“oh my god” i say as i nod off.

“woah woah stay with us here, chris lets get her inside now” matt says placing my head back up.

“where is anna?” i question.

“we had to drop her home and bring you to our house since she said her parents couldn’t see you like this.”

“of course” i say

classic anna.

“what time is it?” i ask rubbing my eyes.

“2:44am” chris grunts taking me out of the car.

“ok lets get you inside” chris says pulling me up to stand. “you think you can walk inside?” he says still holding me up. “ill try.”

he lets go of me and i slowly make it up to the front of their house but start wobbling once i reach the steps and feel both matt and chris grab either side of me and help me up to the front door. matt holds on to my arm as he uses the house key to get inside and i walk in.

they walk me over to the living room couch and i slump over resting my head on the arm rest of the couch.

“where is she going to sleep?” matt says. “my room obviously.” chris says as i smile to myself.

“come on y/n” he says picking me up again and bringing me to his room to lay on his bed. “im gonna give you clothes to change into since yours are covered in vomit.” he says opening drawers. i nod my head as my eyes close.

he tosses me a big white shirt with some graphic designing on it “can you dress yourself or-“ i cut him off “yea- yeah i got it” i say sitting up right and hiccup.

he turns around so i can change into the shirt. i begin taking my long sleeve off and i get one arm off before i get stuck. “chris, help” i say quietly and he turns around to see me with my arms slouched and my eyes closed. he rushes over “lift up your arms” he says pulling my hands up. i hold them up as he grabs the hem of my shirt and slowly pulls up. i admire chris as he pulls off the shirt completely throwing my shirt across the room all while being careful not to look at me.

he grabs his shirt and places it gently over my head and then threading my arms through the shirt. “wait” he says walking over to his closet, grabbing a pair of his sweatpants and walking over to me with them. i sit there with my eyes closed smiling as i had thought about the scenario of him taking my clothes off many times, just not the me being so drunk i cant dress myself part.

he takes my jeans off and helps me in to his sweatpants still being respectful and not starring at my body. “ill be right back just sit here im going to get you water and an advil.” he say as he walks out of the room. i just sit there, my eyes still closed, still smiling and nod at his sentence.

i lay back down on his bed and wait as i hear him rushing upstairs talking to matt and nick before walking back in to the room sitting down at the end of his bed. “sit snd open up.” i obliged to his words before he places two advils on my tongue.

“im going to fill up your mouth with water so don’t breathe.” he says opening up a water bottle and slowly pouring some in to my mouth while my head tilts upwards slightly. he watches me with concern as i swallow the water.

“please never get drunk like this ever again, you really freaked everyone out kid.” he says. i don’t respond and nod at his words.

kid, the all too familiar nickname chris gave me. it always made me feel weird when he called me this as if he was an authority figure or something.

i lay back down on his bed and close my eyes and quickly drift off to sleep. the last thing i remember from that night is him crawling in to his bed next to me and turning off his light.

“goodnight kid”

thank you for reading!!!

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badgyalshii · 17 days

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WANNA TRY IT WITH ME?

word count: 3.1k?

warnings! smut, maybe some typos, oral (f) and missionary, overstimulation, some dirty talk.

pairing! only fans!timothee chalamet x (f) friend!reader (ALWAYS SAFE FOR POC + PLUS SIZE)

a/n: hereee goes my long awaited apology for the finale of its never over🙄 i hope you guys enjoy! two hands on the phone please😏 the “xxx” is a divider btw i just got lazy lmao TELL ME IF IT SERVES CUNTTTT (requests are open)

have you read the series? check it out!

like shii’s writing!? check out her masterlist for her future imagines/series! (that needs to be updated, come on shii wtf r u doing😒)

It was no secret that timothee owned a onlyfans, he didnt really talk about it though. He didnt want it to be the main conversation between him and his friends, he kept the subjects separated but he was very close with his fans. You said you would always support what he does and even registered for an account to follow him, he tried to fight it and block you from his page, but you said it wasnt really that big of a deal considering you would never open the app and just to let you love him, to which he sighed and let it go, but convsersations were awkward because in the back of his mind he didnt know and was wondering you ever watched his videos. It was only a side gig, but he wanted to focus on college and small acting.

One day, you decided to initiate the conversation with timmy while you both ate chinese. ¨i just felt like if i talked to you about it then it would be hard for you to separate me from being a normal sensitive person from being ya know….that¨ he explained, you shrugged. ¨i mean, i wouldnt look at you differently- not that ive watched but i know you, and how could i judge such a sweet person like you? The only thing that i would have questions about is, like, is it awkward? On camera? Im not even comfortable with myself so put myself on camera and do that-¨ ¨if you dont like yourself, trust their is someone to appreciates you like ten times more than you do on a good day. Theres no reason for you to feel like that¨ he said looking over before eating the rice with a fork. You let out a hum and things fell silent as you both watched a movie, but it was clear you both were thinking. ¨would- would you like…¨ he looked over at you, your eyebrows lifted as you looked at him, he seemed nervous as his cheeks were slowly turning rosy, he cleared his throat before finishing his question. ¨like try it?¨ he asked, ¨erm¨ you said before thinking to yourself, ¨maybe with someone i trust, could be fun¨ you smiled before asking for the rice, taking a forkfull bite off of the same utensil that timmy used. He shrugged, becoming more comfortable, seeing as you were rather chill about the situation, it was a joke to him, what he was about to say, but the tone that came out otherwise said different.

¨wanna try it with me?¨ your eyes widened in surprise, to which he laughed, ¨joking, im joking¨ he let out with a nervous chuckle leaving his lips, his face was visibly warm now, a big grin on his face trying to fight off the fact that he said that. You chewed and swallowed your rice carefully, not saying a word and looking at him while he looked at you, itching and waiting for your response. You shrugged, ¨fuck it¨ your stomach was doing flips, what were you saying? Are you fucking serious? You thought after you said that, your eyebrows high and a side smile on your lips. His mouth parted, ¨when-when would you wanna do it?¨ he asked, ¨its your page, shouldnt you make the rules?¨ you muttered, setting down the rice. ¨tommorow maybe?¨ he let out, watching you get up, you said yeah and said you had to use the bathroom.

When you made it to the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror before letting out a sigh and putting a hand on your face is disbelief, what had you singed yourself up for? Why were you just talking? Were you just talking? It was clear that you both were very attractive, so imagine what people think. Your shared friends already think you guys have something casual going on, so would they really be surprised if you both busted out with a cake saying ¨we did it! We fucked! (and recorded)¨? You bit your lip before running the water and washing your hands, before exiting out of the bathroom and sitting next to timothee again.

XXX

You both shyd away about the idea even if it was just the next day, but here we are. You sat ontop of timothees bed, fully clothed and your hair out of the way. You bit your lip, you were anxious, you didnt know how to feel about this, how would others take it? What if they didnt like you? What if you didnt like it. Timothee sat infront of you the entire time, telling you that it was okay if you didnt want to do it and reassuring you the entire time and double checking in with you. As nervous as you were, there was a small burst of excitement that jumped in your stomach.

He bit his lip, ¨you ready?¨ he asked, holding up the camera, about to record you. On the nightstand sat a white viberator, body oil, and lube just incase. He raised three fingers behind the camera, initiating a count down, he very soon pressed the record button, you saw the red small light from the camera flicker. A smile played on your lips from awkwardness but you tried your best to cover it up. ¨this is y/n. One of my closest friends who wanted to join us today¨ he chuckled, ëyes on the screen as he looked through the camera to see you. ¨but ill let her introduce herself¨ he finished, your eyes widened, you didnt know what to do. ¨im nervous¨ you let out with a pity smile and you both let out a laugh, ¨just get undressed while you introduce yourself¨ he let out a small grunt as he watched you immediately catch on and start pulling up your top.he bit his lip, he couldnt deny you looked fucking great, the way your breasts were laid pretty in that bra and how your hips sat with the hidden treasures just waiting to be touched. You watched as he slowly palmed himself and continued to record. You decided this was the right time to speak up.

¨my name is y/n, but timothee told you that¨ you laughed as you stripped your shirt off, muffled music played in the back but you both werent too focused on that, you wore a matching set for the circumstance, and when your bra was revealed he let out a muttered fuck and applied more pressure to his clothed cock. T̈his is my first time¨ you continued, looking over at the oil before reaching over, your ass in the air as you reached for it he let out a sigh, and watched as your back arched and when you came back at sat correctly, he lended his hand out, ¨i wanna do that¨ he said, and you complied, handing him the oil, he let out a small groan, he was as hard as a rock and youve barely even started, he had no shirt on but he had his grey sweatpants, he took the camera and set it up on its stand on the end of the bed.

When he looked back at you, you sat there innocently, you sat on the back of your calves, legs closed and looking up at him so lost, it turned him on that he could take control and lead you. He softly grabbed your neck and pulled you in for a slowly soft to passionate open mouth kiss, pulling your head towards himself before letting you go and moving behind you, his warm touch on your arms, following all the way up to your neck and you tilted your head back on his shoulder as he now kissed your neck and uncuffed your bra. ¨shittttt¨ he muttered, looking at your tits and taking them into his hands, to which they fit perfectly, your nipple between his first and middle finger, rolling them around as soft sighs of pleasure left your lips, he looked at you the entire time before applying a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. You closed your eyes and let him lead you, you felt like you were falling in his arms and allowed him to take you anywhere, you swore this is what you needed, you almost forgot the camera was even there. He put his hand on your waist before he reached for the oil and while he did that, you stripped yourself from your shorts, revealing your matching thong before getting back into pisition and you looked at the camera, thinking you should be more seductive, you looked at it and let out a moan as the warm oil hit your body, he rubbed it over your chest, your stomach, his touch was gentle the entire time, ¨can you bend over infront of the camera for me?¨ he asked gently, you looked at him and nodded, your ass was pointed to the camera and he moved behind you and to the side, his eyebrows raised as you arched as your already glistening cunt was soaking the thin material of the thong, he applied oil over your ass and rubbed it in before his hands crawled up to the sides of your thong, ¨is it okay if i pull this down?¨ he asked, you nodded and he looked at you before dropping your panties, he let out a sigh of satifacation and rubbed over your entrance, you let out a hum and arched your back further before he plunged a finger into your soaking wet cunt, your mouth dropped as he slowly fingered you, he watched as your walls tighten around his fingers, his mouth dropped and he couldnt wait to put his dick inside.

He lifted up your ass as he started to apply pressure and finger harder, your eyebrows furrowed as you looked back at him. ¨like that?¨ he asked as he continued to finger, you bit your lip and nodded your head, your hips moved back into his hand as a small smirk played on his face before he stripped his fingers away, you let out a whine, wanting him to keep going before he surprised you and applied his tongue to your clit, your mouth dropped, his tongue was circling and you let out a moan.

¨timmy” left your lips, fuck. Is this what you were missing out on? Your stomach has butterflies as you leaned back wanting more, he let out a chuckle against your lips in cockiness seeing as you were enjoying this. He shook his head against your pussy and you moaned his name again. ¨dont stop, make me cum timmy¨ he let out another hum against your pearl before pulling away with a pop. ¨make you cum? Want me to make you cum baby?¨ he asked, pumping his fingers.

You looked back at him and seen your juices covering his lips, you could finish just now, looking at his low eyes, looking at him made it seem like he was clouded with ecstasy. He licked his lips and you nodded, letting out a soft please. He kissed your ass before getting on his knees and pulsing into your pussy harder, your eyebrows furrow as you close your eyes, opened mouth gasps and a deep moan just rips away from your lips, fuck, you couldnt take it. And the way timothee looked at you didnt help, ¨shit¨ he muttered, taking his thumb and rubbing your pearl in complete circles. Your mouth hung low as your belly started to heat up, you could feel yourself about to explode. You let out a whine and he bit his lower lip, ¨look at me, look at me while i make you cum¨ he circled faster, you looked at him desperate, desperate to finish.

And suddenly you did, ¨timmy!¨ you let out, your eyes rolling and the way he tried to ride your high out was overstimulating for you so you jerked your body from his fingers, to which he laughed at. ¨shut up¨ you laughed, putting your heand in your hands as your stomach continued to burn from the release. ¨you okay?¨ he asked again, you nodded yes and it was okay and that you were ready for the next round, he smiled at you, and you smiled back, before something else caught your attention. He was clearly breathing heavier and as you shamelessly panned his body, and something else was clearly looking at you.

He didnt try to hide it, instead, he grabbed it while he looked at you, ¨missionary? Or?¨ he asked. You shrugged in return, you liked that he mentioned missionary first, “is that a good angle?” you asked, “any shot with you in it is a good angle, y/n” he said, stripping from his sweats and boxers before coming over to press a kiss on your lips. Once again, the kiss became heated, he leaded you to lay on your back while your lips were still together. He came down and laid firm on you, pressing up against your bare pussy. You held onto his curls as his soft lips were on yours, his tongue entered your mouth, shamelessly clashing against yours, your teeth. It was so hot, he pumped himself before pressing up against your entrance. He rubbed his dick messily against your clit, looking at you jutter under his touch, he kissed your head before he entered slowly, a soft sigh left your lips as you made eye contact with him, watching his eyebrows press together from the easy slip in, to the tight satisfying feeling of your pussy wrapped around his hard throbbing dick. He looked at you for approval, and you nodded.

“y/n, fuck you feel good” he muttered, his mouth opening as you opened your legs further, wanting more. A throaty moan left your mouth as you leaned up on your elbows to watch him fuck you, his dick hit your spot everytime and he only moved faster. “Timmy, keep going” you moaned, your head tilting back from the euphoria. He reached up and grabbed your tit, massaging it as he continued to let out moans, “fuck, like that? You like that?” he muttered, now focusing and putting his hands on both sides of your head. He rocked his hips thorough, his mouth agape and low groans ripping away as the headboard of the bed clashed against the wall time and time again.

“yes! mmph-“ you were cut off by how deep his dick was inside you and how your sensitive nipples tickled in his touch, the way he looked so focused and lost in the moment only made you more wet, you tilted your head back and let out a cry, he was hitting the same spot over again and fucking you harder, you felt your walls clench desperately and that only motivated him more. “timmy!” you whine, putting your hand on his stomach and closing your legs around him, the sound of skin on skin became more relevant as he didnt stop, “i got you” he let out in a breathy, low and seductive tone.

he slapped your hand out of the way before taking it and your other and placing them ontop of the pillow, holding your hands by the wrist as he came down and kissed your sweet spot, “oh my- mmm!” a high pitched hum broke and tried to hide your neck, this was all so overpowering and it felt so good, “where do you want me to cum, y/n” he whispered in your ear, “fuck!” he closed his eyes and his hips rutted slowly, still having powerful strokes, “inside” you let out, he looks up at you before letting out a laugh, “are you crazy? you’re gonna get pregnant- shit” the pleasure took over, canceling his sentence.

“i wont” you shook your head, fuck thats all you wanted, for him to fill you up, give himself to you fully. he looks at you and presses a kiss to your lips before letting out an okay, he takes one of his hands off of your wrists to come down and rub your clit, but it was difficult considering how wet you were. your body was overstimulated and tried to fight his hand off by moving your hips, but when you moved them it just made him go deeper, past your spot, you froze in that position, your body shocked as he hit a point you didnt know anyone could. “fuck! dont stop!” you scream in a whiney tone, keeping your hips where they were. “cum for me” he said, his jaw clenching as he looked at you with all seriousness, “take it, take it from me make me cum!” you cry, his hand moved faster against your clit and more rough groans left his lips, your mouth suddenly became agape and he looked at you, your eyes pouring into his as you came. “timmy, im, im cumming” your eyebrows furrowed, it felt like the world stopped, your body jerked and released all the knots in your stomach. he came down and you both shared and open mouthed sloppy kiss, he bit his lip and and looked down at you, fucked you harder and the bed creaking and the camera was so close to flipping over.

“mmm” his lips pursed together, fucking you faster now, “timmy!” you cried again, before his mouth dropped, a whiney moan left him lips “y/n, y/n, aw, fuckkk y/n” he said over and over again, feeling his seed shoot up in your stomach as he looked at you, both eyes were desperate for each other, so hazed in the stars. he let you go and your arms went under his, holding him as he let out “uhs” as he finished cumming inside you, and making sure you got all of it as he messily rutted his hips until failure. your back came off the matress as you accepted the cum shooting up your pussy as your chest uncontrollably heaves.

his head falls into the deep of your neck, still breathing heavy but applied kisses there. Once he catches his breath, he sits back up and pulls out, a curse leaving your lips as he grabbed the camera and pointed it at you, you looked at him behind the camera, he was still breathing heavy and he reached his hand to your lips, his thumb brushing over them before you took it into your mouth and sucked, a smirk and a small chuckle left his lips before he took out his thumb and traced it along your body, you were covered in sweat, your body glistening heavenly, or at least he thought so. the camera following, all the way down until he zoomed in on your fucked out area, seeinng the cum slowly leaking from your hole and your clit visibly swollen. he separates your folds from each other, “man i could really eat you out again” he joked.

#timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chamalet x black!reader #timothee x you #timothee chalamet smut #timothee x y/n #timothee imagine #timothee chamalet series #timothee chalamet x plus-size!reader #timothee chalamet x plus size!reader #timothee chalamet

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sn4pozu · 11 months

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my headcanons of Eddie Gluskin if he had a twitter :

he'd repost those RETVRN incel trad memes where its like a woman doing house chores & man doing job stuff

would get into arguments with a woman and subscribe to her onlyfans at the same time (gets mad when blocked)

tries to be professional and a know-it-all but also his entire likes tab is porn (he doesnt know it shows publicly)

calls someone a whore & drops a bible verse in the same thread arguing with them

idk if he'd be delighted with minion memes or viscerally hate them

USES DISNEY REACTION GIFS WITH NO SHAME , USES A CRYING STITCH GIF AT A DODO VIDEO OF A DOG DYING

If twitter bans his account mid argument he'd flip the fuck out and make 3 gmails & alts at the same hour

100% posts creepy comments under peoples post and gets upset if it gets hidden

flirts so much you'd think hes a bot but no he's just sending random women his number (does he care if they're married or not is completely dependant on his mood)

uses the nice guy card whenever shit starts going south

he gets doxxed he goes like "that's not me" (lies, is scared)

either that or he lashes out and start sending them death threats who knows

menace with the twitter Voice Note feature

not even a mutual KYS no hes going to write out his whole murder fantasy in a person's DMs and blocks them before they could respond

gets IP banned on twitter like, weekly, he just figures out VPN apps and finds a way to harrass people constantly

media tab is his breakfast and someones mutilated genitals, bi-weekly photo updates maybe

im not saying he would complain about hairloss but he would complain about hairloss

"i got declined by the pharmacist for asthma medication, fucking bitch *insert something mysogonistic*"

thinks bitcoin is stupid and not a real "manly job" so he dogs on them pretty horribly

thinks tech jobs are for NERDS and says it outloud whenever them NFT bros are commenting under his shit attacking him for calling them nerds

Cracked phone screen with blood in the cracks (he tried to clean it with soapy water on a towel but it just ruined the lcd now its forever stained yellow) ((free bluescreen eye protector mode ?)) (((also has to violently tap the home button because its already broken & that part of the screen died))) ((((has an odd smell))))

he wishes he'd have glasses for the phone screen but all he does is squint

would post dress updates though <3 maybe retweets sewing patterns and videos of old women knitting and go "my grandmother used to do that pattern, ❤️ Wow."

goes back to shitting on women

*posts black coffee with 2 fruitflies in it* "A Good Way To Start A Morning ☕"

posts half eaten food and the dirty plate and would be like "Delicious food today 😋 i almost forgot to pots." -- deletes & reposts because of the typo. PEOPLE CANNOT THINK HE'S WEAK.

His vest would 100% be posted on those gimmick accounts and gets picked on for it being crusty & grody 😔

DMs like multiple women at the same time and either gets immediately blocked or ghosted after a face reveal

he Has cried because of twitter comments before, never again......

has twitter warning threads made of him and has tried to draw a stupid fucking wojack on paper with pencil & pen because he doesnt know how to edit photos but he still wants to own the haters

posts gore to own the haters as well and then got mass reported to death when people found 0 similar images of the gore he posted

'A Thread On @/Eddie287367927 TW: Gore, Mutilation, Harassment, Transphobia, Misogyny'

probably had a youtube documentary made about his twitter acc and all the drama he got himself into (either by accident or for fun)

ok this idea kinda came up to me after i saw a trad meme come up on my tl and i just HAD to dump this all out somewhere

#eddie gluskin #outlast whistleblower #outlast #i love doing everything except study for exams #outlast fandom #i actually got an exam going on rn & idgaf

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mike-wachowski · 9 months

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I have to ask #29 Thanks in advance!

29: Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

YEAHHHHHH HAHA THANKS INKYDROPIES

okay i have genuinely so many oneshot wips i could choose from to post for this but i think im going to choose an old fic i was working on- its a tumblr mutals fic lol, where lena and kara are both in the same fandom for the tv show "morgana", kara writes fic, and lena is her beta reader. the "morgana" show was going to be loosely inspired by jazzfordshire's morgana/red daughter au fics, and i actually got her permission to slip some references in there lol.

anyways, i think if i never end up going back to this i might cannabalize it for another fandom (maybe imodna? im still unsure) but without further adieu- the first part of the wip

The straps of leather between Morgana’s fingertips were rough with use and wear. Toying with them gently was as easy as toying with the woman beneath the form fitting armor, yet it proved itself quickly to be only half as fun. As Morgana trailed a finger down one of the straps of the chest harness, dragging slowly, she heard a soft intake of breath from her companion.

“Do not tease,” El whispered, but her command held none of the bite Morgana so dearly craved to hear from the accented woman— truly, it bore the opposite: she heard only thick, unadulterated affection. El’s eyes flickered and shone ice-blue in the firelight of their shared hearth, and Morgana found herself drawing from all the power within her to stop herself from lunging forward and ravishing the woman’s lips. She wanted to be ever closer to El, bound hand and waist, palm and throat, lip and lip. She wanted to hear that rough voice, usually restrained by her knight’s mysterious stoicism, begging and crying out for her. She wanted to hear her say it— say the words Morgana hungered to hear-

“Kara. Earth to Kara.”

The hands flying across her laptop keyboard freeze. Kara glances up from her desk.

Winn Schott is staring at her over a dusty CatCo monitor. His eyes are wide, frantically oscillating between her and the door. “Ms. Grant just walked in,” he hisses.

“Oh, shit.” Kara slams her laptop shut, grabbing her phone. She quickly slides it open to her mail app, scanning through all her recent messages— “Winn, did you forward me that message from IT?”

“Already sent,” he nods, glancing up at her from his dual monitors. “And you have something on your shirt.”

“Oh, darn it—” Kara glances down at her white oxford, sees the tan stain present beneath her chest pocket, and scowls. Stupid National City streets making the bus rides so bumpy. She didn’t even notice she spilled coffee over herself.

Kara wrestles her blazer out of her bag, throwing it on top of her shirt and hoping for the best. She about faces, turning towards the door’s to Cat’s office, and, taking an exaggerated breath, steals herself for her first, and worst, interaction with Cat of the day.

She pushes open the door. Cat Grant sits, regal, ruling the room from her ergonomic office chair. She types idly away at her laptop with one hand, and scrolls through her carefully curated morning news feed with her other.

“You’re late,” she says to Kara, without looking up, even though Kara technically arrived to work before her. “I’ve been sitting here, waiting, for six minutes,” she continues, which, objectively, is true.

“Sorry, Ms. Grant,” Kara mumbles, pulling out her phone and clicking open her document with all of Cat’s itinerary for the day.

Cat Grant starts speaking, then, and Kara tries to focus on her boss’s words, but her mind, as usual, wanders. She had been in such a groove on what she was writing, had finally broken through the haze of writer’s block she had been experiencing for nearly a week. And right as she’s about to round out the denouement of this fic, just in time for the end of the week, she has to be interrupted by her job.

It’s really her fault, she knows. She should try to keep her home life and work life a little more separate— but the newest episode of Morgana dropped last night, and Kara had been filled with such inspiration for a scene in her current fic she spent nearly the entire bus ride here and the rest of the morning working through it. She’s nearly done too, she just has to send it off to—

Kara’s phone buzzes, perfectly timed, and she knows exactly who it is without even checking.

Kara slides past her lockscreen and taps open the tumblr app. There waiting for her, past a wall of messages and notes, is a message from the one person she’s been hoping to hear from most all morning—the only person who could maybe help her turn this terrible morning around.

[] morgana-with-a-gun

read through what you added to the google doc last night. left some notes. its looking pretty good.

Kara practically swoons.

#asks #thanks for asking this !!! i really wanted to share this fic lol #I would love to get back to it eventually but I’ve been so split between other fics #but who knows !! it might show up again in some form or another #mike writes #inkedroplets

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moonjxsung · 2 months

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STAR IM DEVASTATED so i have a priv twt acc right w some irls and this stay from stayville req-ed me a long time ago and i was soooo happy that i was mutuals w someone from stayville and i THOUGHT everything between us was cool? but today they unfollowed me and removed me as a follower and im devastated i dunno why they did that :((( i don't think they had a problem w me saying nsfw stuff cuz they previously tweeted things like "cancelling someone over saying smth nsfw abt an adult is stupid" and also ive seen them interact w nsfw minsung posts so i dunno if me tweeting smth like "i wanna suck flxs cock sooooo bad" couldve made them wanna break the mutual??? i dmed them too and i was like "heyy is there a reason you don't wanna be moots w me anymore </3" and not even minutes later they turned off their message perms and im devastated. its STUPID bcs they'd barely interact w me Sure but it felt nice to have a stay be my friend on my priv twt that's usually just for my irls and i </3 it's ironic that they did that too bcs just earlier today (before they broke the mutual) i noticed that my followers went down (i have a very low amt already. like. 25. not even joking) and i tweeted "yall dont wanan be friends w me anymore </3" bcs like. my followers are QUITE LITERALLY only my irls + a skz writer so i was (i think rightfully??) alarmed that the number went down!!!! man im just Sad about it and SIIIGH i know i shouldnt care so much bcs at the end of the day they're just a person online but the least they could've done was dm me back and explain why and GHFSDDSJHFKJADDSDSAAAAA you get me!?!! also im sorry i dropped this on you randomly feel free to ignore LMAAOOAOAO can i be 💫 anon? thank yew <3

(Adding 💫 to the anon list!!! Also fun fact that’s my favorite emoji of all time. Slay)

I feel like I’m the LAST person who should be giving advice abt this bc one of my mutuals and a very good friend of mine who I’d been talking to every day randomly blocked me on everything this week after me literally being there to console this person for every little thing and playing into this pretend homoerotic friendship we had even though she was clearly looking for another boyfriend and would get mad if I even called another girl pretty (???) I wish nothing but the absolute best for her but like…. The double standard is WILD. to not provide closure to a months-long friendship is just genuinely a very mean spirited thing to do imo.

(If she’s reading this, best of luck with everything and I hope you know I cared for you a lot more than you think I did. I distanced myself because you were clearly looking for someone to fill a void in your life that I could simply not fulfill, and I didn’t want to lead you on, nor be kept around like I wasn’t allowed to talk to other girls either. Regardless, I hope you know I used to sleep with my phone on full volume in case you called, and I deleted a page worth of poetry in my notes app for you I meant to deliver on your birthday. I also deleted your number so I have zero way of contacting you, but I will always be here if you need me. Take care and I love you always, I hope you still see me when you look up at the moon)

It’s not the first time I’ve lost an internet friend to the magical world of blocking, but fortunately the attitude I’ve developed towards it is that none of this is real!!! These are people on the internet miles away you’ve never met irl and they have no real impact in your life whether they remain following you or not. I’ve lost internet friends nearly a decade ago that I don’t even remember anymore. Better ones will come along!!! Especially stays! This fandom has so many beautiful remarkable people who are actually worth following and they wouldn’t cut you off like that. Sending so many positive vibes your way and I KNOW that the universe will send you some better mutuals. In the meanwhile I will be your internet bestie and I would never unfollow you for nsfw content or without some form of an explanation. And I also want to suck Felix’s dick. 🩷🫶

(I love you, don’t be so hard on yourself!!!! You’re wonderful, angel 🩷 anyone would be lucky to be moots with you)

#💫 anon #ask

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 63. brb x oc

a/n: AY FOR MORE FLUFF...AND ITS POSSIBLE THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE SMUT WHAT CAN I SAY IM A WHORE

check out the fic's playlist made by the sweet @wiipes !!

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: f l u f f

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39/40/41/42/43/44

45/46/47/48/49/50/51/52/53/54/55/56/57/58/59/60/61/62

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The snowstorm was harsher than the weather app said it’d be, the scenery was now pure white and the only way to know that was because the cabin’s exterior prevented it from becoming a giant snowball. Beatrice had never seen so much snow in her life, she had seen snow of course, the very few times she went to Italy with her family she did go during winter time. Or whenever they visited Michael and Guillermo in New York, but even then it was never this bad.

It not only arrived much sooner than the night time they said it’d come but it arrived with a vengeance. Thank God this cabin was sturdy because she had a feeling if it wasn’t the roof would’ve been gone after a few hours too. She went upstairs to check the balcony, widening her eyes at the amount of snow piling on the railing - apparently the balcony’s floor was also heated preventing it from staying there and blocking the door - and she could see faint lights in the distance from other cabins but it was hard with how much snow was coming down.

Beatrice walks back down, seeing that Bradley was still on the couch with Jolene’s head on his lap and his hand scratching her back gently, “There’s so much snow.” she comments, seeing him check something on his phone with a frown “What’s wrong?”

“I might have to call Mav or message him to let him know we might not go back tomorrow.” he mutters, “It’s going to last at least one more day.”

“Oh…” she looked back to the glass where she could see the scenery was still as white as it could be, “Well, as long as nothing bad happens to you because you aren’t able to go.”

“Nah, it’s fine, they knew I was coming here already,” he shrugs while typing on his phone one handed, “They’ll understand one hundred percent why we won’t be able to go back, flying during such a weather is insanity.” he finishes his typing, tossing the phone to the side and leaning his head back on the couch’s backrest, flicking his eyes towards her with a small smile, “But it’s not like we’ll be bored in here. We have a lot of options for entertainment.”

She was glad to see he appeared much lighter than earlier that morning, his smile came easier and his shoulders were relaxed. She was also glad they could visit his parents’ graves before the snowstorm hit, they couldn’t buy the tiny sculptures but they planned on doing it before they left. “I guess so.” she smiles,rolling the sleeves of her wool sweater up to her elbows as she turns to the kitchen, opening the fridge to check inside. She didn’t know how this ‘grocery package’ worked, but they had plenty of food for the time they’d be there. Maybe they knew the snowstorm would happen and offered the option to Brad.

Beatrice crouches down to open the drawer, grabbing a package of tomatoes and garlic, looking up when she saw cheese tucked in the corner of the fridge, “How do you feel about tomato soup and grilled cheese for lunch?” she asks, “I think it’d be quick enough for us to have.”

“I’m all for it.” he says from the couch, the sound of Gary Oldman’s voice in the background as he watches Léon on the tv, “You need help?”

“If you want!” She's checking where the pans and bowls are inside the cabin, happy to also see a mixer inside one of the cabinets, “Wow this place really has everything.” she says as she grabs everything she needs, setting on the light colored counter. She hears his footsteps coming from behind, only leaning his head to kiss her cheek before he opens the fridge to grab whatever she needed him to.

“They have to be prepared if something like this happens and the people can’t leave to get food.” he grabs all the ingredients she needs with one hand, placing them on the counter next to the bowls “It’s a really smart tactic.” he watches as she grabs a knife to rip the plastic bag containing the tomatoes open, only putting it away when she washed them under the sink. “What do you need me to do?”

‘Oh, um…” she takes a quick look around “You can help me with the garlic and onions? I’m trying to find some spices around here.” She did find salt and pepper, but she was looking for at least dried basil to add to the soup. Beatrice lets out a sound of triumph when she finds the spice rack inside the cabinets, “Okay, this is actually pretty cool. They have a lot of spices to choose from.” she pulls out the dried basil, oregano and parsley, putting it aside “Do we have any peppers? It’d taste really good if we did.”

Bradley stops peeling the garlic to check inside the fridge again, “Uhhh, no but we have chicken broth cubes.” Why were they in the fridge? He couldn't answer. Beatrice smiles, says it’s fine and grabs the box from his hand. They also had a small bottle of olive oil which would be more than enough for what Beatrice wanted to do, which was sautée the tomatoes, garlic and onions before she blended everything.

Rooster was a good cook, he knew how to cook, but Beatrice seemed to be a natural. Everytime he watched her cook something it was like he was watching a cooking show on television, because she had to be considered a home chef. “Can you pull my hair up for me?” she asks, pulling out the elastic she always had on her wrist over her shoulder towards him.

“Yeah, sure babe. Just let me wash my hands.” he washed his hands the best he could, finishing by rubbing his fingers on the inox faucet - a tip he learned from his mother and Bea how it removed the smell of garlic completely.- before he gets closer to her. He holds the elastic in one hand and pulls her hair up with the other, very gentle to not tug too hard to hurt her. He pulled all her hair up in a ponytail, trying to keep the escaped strands behind her ears, “There you go.” he smiles, kissing the side of her bare neck, “How did I do?”

Beatrice gently touches the ponytail herself, turning her head to grin at him, “It’s perfect, thank you.” she whispers, meeting his lips in a kiss “You are pretty good at this.”

“My mom taught me how, when her hair got longer. She was my…test subject, she said it’s a good thing for me to learn.” he shrugs, wrapping his arms around her waist to watch her cook, the smell was already amazing, “She was very right.”

“Honestly, your mom did what a lot of parents should’ve done, which is treating their sons like a responsible human being.” she says as she stirs the veggies inside the pot, “Do you know how many guys just don’t know a thing about taking care of themselves or others? Way too many.” she furrowed her eyebrows, “Some guys don’t even know how to do laundry and you know what type of laundry detergent works with certain clothes, Roos. You are one in a million.” he chuckles softly against her neck, his cheeks flushing just a little bit because of her compliment. Usually he is a bit aloof to compliments, he doesn’t mind them but he also doesn't get too in his head because of them, but when it comes from Beatrice or even from some of her family members - like her mother for example - he does get a bit bashful.

“Thank you, gorgeous.” he coos, kissing the curve of her jawline “You are just too sweet.” Now it was her turn to blush that red that put the tomatoes she was currently cooking to shame, “Is there anything else you want me to do?”

“Hmm, no not really. I think I’m fine right now. I’ll let you know if I do okay?” He kisses her again before he breaks the hold around her waist, smiling on her lips as she sighs sweetly, looking at him with half lidded eyes when he steps backwards back to the living room area. He runs his fingers through his hair, a movement that keeps Beatrice’s eyes on him because honestly, what doesn’t he do that isn’t incredibly sexy? She bites her lower lip, watching him sit back down on the couch and only looking away when he’s distracted.

She manages to make them lunch quite quickly, putting everything on the dishwasher after it’s done and pouring the soup and placing the grilled cheeses on the plate before she places it on the table, “It’s done!” she calls, smiling when he leaps to his feet, but both of them stop when a harsh wind makes the glass panes on the windows and walls shake faster, with Rooster fearing it’d break it but thankfully it doesn’t happen, “Oh wow. That’s really strong.”

“Yeah, we are definitely not going back tomorrow.” he murmurs, walking to the kitchen table to sit down next to her, his worry melting into adoration as he sees she placed pieces of toasted bread on the soup to form a smile. Only Beatrice could do something so sweet like that.

As they were having lunch together, and watching the movie from where both were seated, Beatrice couldn’t help but say something after a while, “You know, my therapist doesn’t think I should recycle my old diary.” he turns his eyes towards her, swallowing a spoonful as she continues, “She thinks I shouldn’t really get rid of it just because it has bad memories, it has good memories there too, you know? So…I might go to my parents’ house and get it and then, well, read it again.”

He remembers how upset she looked on Christmas’ Eve looking at that old diary, honestly if it was himself he wasn’t sure he’d want to keep it either. But her therapist was a therapist for a reason, she knew better than the two of them combined, “If you want, babe.” he shrugs, “You can do that.”

Beatrice places her hands on her thighs, inhaling deeply as she looks to the side in thought, “She said that it could help me.” she laughs awkwardly, her smile immediately dropping,followed by her eyebrows furrowing, “She said to start the new year…well…anew.”

Bradley licks his lips, then wipes his mouth with a napkin before he turns to her, “Pretty girl,” he calls, holding both of his hands open and so Beatrice turns her body to face him, dropping her palms on his just like they did on the ice rink, “She’s not wrong, you know? I know it sucks, but if you think and if you want to do it, you know you have my support right?” Beatrice’s smile is immediate, so is her nod. He smiles back, “That’s my girl.” he leans closer to kiss her hairline, letting go of her hands to stand to his feet, “I’ll put these in the dishwasher, thank you for the amazing lunch.” he says, this time pecking her on the lips as he gathers the empty bowls and plates with both hands.

“You are welcome.” she replies, her cheeks still red following him with her eyes until he reached the dishwasher. In just a few months this was going to be routine, they are going to live together in a place of their own. She was excited and nervous, but mainly happy that this was happening. Of all the things she expected to happen in her new year, the last one was thinking that she’d end up with Brad and they’d talk about living together already. But she was glad it happened, very glad.

He notices she still hasn’t moved, closing the dishwasher and then leaning on the counter with a little smile, “What?” he asks when she still hadn’t moved her eyes from him, “What you got those big eyes on me for?” Beatrice smiles even wider, shrugging her shoulders before she stands up, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around his middle so her cheek touches his chest. He wastes no time in hugging her back, dropping his lips to her temple, “What got you thinking, pretty girl?”

“I’m just happy.” she whispers, not meeting his eyes but squeezing him just a bit tighter, inhaling his cologne that always seemed to make her heart beat faster, “I really am, Roos.” he hums above her head, almost as if he’s laughing, but she feels his lips make a trail of kisses from her temple to her jawline then finally where her jawline and neck met, his soft lips touching the skin there gently.

“Me too, gorgeous.” he says, lifting his head to tuck a strand of brown behind her ear, rubbing her chin with his thumb before he lifts his head to look outside once more. Nothing changed, everything was just as white as it was hours ago, the movie was nearing its end and honestly their lunch made him just a bit drowsy, the warmth and homey feeling from having it made his body beg for a nap…which honestly he was really considering right now. He let go of Beatrice to turn the tv off, then covered a snoring Jolene with one of the blankets so she’d remain warm while he walked up the stairs to the main bedroom, “Come on, I don’t think we’ll have much to do right now.”

Beatrice takes his hand, walking up the staircase with him until they reach the master bedroom, both of them deciding to brush their teeth together so they could at least have that done right now. She sits down on the bed, Bradley following close behind and then lie down shoulder to shoulder, staring up at the ceiling with their fingers interlaced, “You know,” she begins, “It’s not so bad.”

“What?”

“I don’t like the cold, as you well know, but…I like this, you know? I think it’s because we don’t feel the cold inside at all.” she smiles, crossing her legs by the ankles as she keeps her eyes up to the ceiling, “It really reminds me of those Christmas movies you watch as a child. You know, my nonna.” she turns to look at him, with her hand under the pillow, “She loved to dance to Dean Martin, it was her go to song during the holidays.”

Bradley smiles, “Yeah? What song is it?”

“Everybody Loves Somebody.” she smiles fondly, “She said it was her and nonno Massimo’s song.”

She doesn’t see in Bradley’s face, but something switches on behind his eyes. He ponders about it for a bit, then sits up on the bed for the confusion of his girlfriend. He looks around the room for a bit, then pulls out his phone to check something, Beatrice pushing herself to her elbows in hopes she could figure out what he was doing until she hears the sound of a melody coming from the corner of the room. It takes her a few minutes to figure out what song it was, but when she does she looks at Rooster with her eyes wide “Roos?”

He smiles, holding out a hand for her to grab, “I feel like we didn’t dance enough.” Dean Martin’s deep toned voice echoed around them, “So,” he grabs her hand as she still looks at him like a deer in the headlights, letting out a breathy laugh when he pulls her to her feet, placing a hand on her waist and she hugs his shoulders “I thought it was fitting.”

Beatrice was still looking up at him with pure surprise and wonder, her cheeks stained such a dark shade of red she couldn’t really stop herself. “I…” she laughs nervously, dropping her head to look at their feet then back up at him, “Okay.” she felt her heart explode with butterflies yet again, dancing along with him to the same song her nonna and nonno danced to. She wondered if he knew how sweet his actions were to her, she wondered if he knew how much she adored when he did things like that. The romantic in her always burst open with excitement when he pulled stuff like this.

She giggled when he dipped her playfully, bringing her up to kiss her lips and spin her around the room. It was romantic and perfect, everything she always wanted as a child was to have someone to do the exact thing he was doing right now. She just wanted to be loved unconditionally by someone and that someone was no one other than Bradley.

He sang along with Dean Martin when they were cheek to cheek, whispering the words against her ears as if he had written the song himself. Beatrice’s cheeks hurt from smiling, her eyes stinging with tears but she felt alive.

I love him. God I love him so much.

He twirled her around one more time, the two of them wearing their inner shirts, pants and socks, something that if you saw it from the outside wouldn’t be as romantic as it was. The song ended with Rooster holding her hand at a distance, bringing her closer to kiss her lips and swallow her soft laugh, both of her hands cupping his cheeks, “You know, we’ll have to repeat this.” she pulls back when he says it, giving him a questioning look, “When we move in together, it’s like a Christening of sorts.”

Beatrice grins, nodding in agreement, “Yeah, you are right. I wouldn’t mind it at all.” there’s another song that comes along, this time it was Frank Sinatra and she gives him a look, “Another one?”

Rooster smiles, leaning their foreheads together, “You know it.”

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After their dance they ended up napping for a couple hours, the cold weather and the lack of things to do only gave them that option for right now. But they slept holding each other close, with Beatrice’s face on the crook of Bradley’s neck and his arms wrapped around her waist to keep them close together.

The snowstorm continued outside, albeit much calmer than it was earlier, as Bradley concluded when he woke up and looked over his shoulder to check the balcony. It was starting to get dark outside, the exterior lights turning on automatically. The pilot groans, rubbing one of his hands up his face and blinking hard, looking back at his phone to check the weather while still keeping his arm around Beatrice.

Not only the snowstorm would only get weaker tomorrow, but some roads were blocked because of the snow so they’d have to wait until it’s clean to go back to the airport. He knew it was possible it’d happen, but he still was annoyed it did. Bradley sighed, looking down at the sleeping Beatrice with a little smile on his face, she looked so cute all curled up next to him like she was just trying to get more and more of his warmth.

Yeah, he wants to see this for the rest of his life.

He doesn’t move when Beatrice stirs awake, blinking confusedly up at him and trying to hold back her yawn without much success, “Mmm…hi.” she smiles sleepily, hugging his middle and resting her cheek on his bicep since it was right next to her head, “What time is it?”

“Almost six.” he murmurs, kissing her forehead, “Good news is the snowstorm is getting lighter, bad news is some roads are blocked because of the snow so we’ll have to wait and see if it’ll get better by Monday night so we can go back home.” he explains, twirling a strand of brown on his index finger, watching it curl around the digit with amazement, “But I’m not too worried, Mav already talked to the others and they understand.”

“You won’t get in trouble?”

“I would if I controlled the weather and purposefully made this happen so we could stay here.” he jokes and Beatrice laughs quietly,nuzzing the fabric of his top “But no,I won’t get in trouble, pretty girl. Promise.”

“Mm…good, or else I’d have to have a talk with Evelyn’s dad and all the other big guys there.” Just the thought of Beatrice facing Cyclone was enough to make a chuckle break out of him, the look of pure confusion on the vice-admiral as his girlfriend defended him was endearing and hilarious.

“Look at you, being protective of me.” he teases, kissing her forehead again “Hmmm…what do you feel like doing now, you hungry?”

“Not yet.” she yawns again, rubbing her face with a sleeve and then blinking her eyes open towards him, “I don’t really feel like moving a lot.” she nuzzles his neck, just as he nuzzles hers, kissing the soft skin of her throat and enjoying how it made her body shudder pleasantly. He rolls on his back, bringing Beatrice with him so she could lie on his chest and straddle his hips, his hands immediately cupping her ass but not squeezing it.

“I want to ask you something.” he hears her ask, her sweet face coming into view as she tried to comb back her sleep mussed hair the best she could, “Has it been that long since you saw your teacher?”

“Oh, yeah. The last time I saw her…” he furrowed his eyebrows in thought, squinting his eyes as he made the math in his head “I was like, probably twelve. I really liked her, you know? She was the coolest teacher I ever had.” not to mention she was always very supportive of Bradley and his mom, especially because of everything. She always made sure to ask him if he was okay, if he needed help, if his mother needed help - especially emotionally- and when he graduated preschool he was really sad to see her for the last time.

How odd, of all times he came back to visit his parents that now he saw his teacher. Now that he was a grown man, with a woman he loved and whom he wanted - he genuinely wanted - to have a life with. He wondered if maybe, this woman who helped his mother so much when he was a child, actually showed up as some sort of connection between his mother and him, maybe a confirmation that he was on the right path.

He wanted him and Beatrice to be together for a long time, but they still had to move in together and then talk about where they should go from there. “Her grandson is so cute too.” she says, breaking him off his thoughts, “Poor thing, he was so scared, I couldn’t leave him alone.” ah, yes, there was also that. That scene of Beatrice and that little boy ignited a fire inside of him, conjuring images of possible futures where he not only saw him and Beatrice together but there was someone else involved.

Again, better not speak of that out loud yet. He was developing baby fever and he knew it.

“Of course not,” he says, rubbing her buttcheeks in a circle, pecking the tip of her nose, “You are just too sweet, I was just nervous because it’s a brand new place for you and you were alone Bea.”

Beatrice’s smile softened, her hands coming up to cup his face and bring their lips together in a sweet kiss, one she continued for a few more seconds before she pulled back, “I know,I should've called you too…but it all ended up good, right?” he nods, “And that hot cocoa was delicious. It had cinnamon, oh I love cinnamon.”

“Of course you do.” he smiles, kissing her jawline and trailing his kisses to her throat, “You are so warm, I don’t feel like getting out of this bed either.” he whispers, “Which reminds me, how will we pass the time? It’s not like we have a lot of options.”

Beatrice pauses, chewing her lower lip and making Bradley pull his head back, giving him a confused look ,”Well,I saw some cards in one of the cabinets…and you know, I got interested when we played poker.”

“You want to play poker?”

“...well…it is poker.”

It takes him a few seconds, “Oh.” he slowly smirks, “Ooohhh…Bea, Bea you know I love when you get like this, right? You know it drives me crazy. You want to play strip poker?” her quiet ‘if you want’ almost made him melt into the mattress because of how cute she was, “Oh baby,you know I do. Now where are these cards?”

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milfygerard · 2 days

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taylor swift update: I still havent listened to the album again. At this point i have headphones i have just built up an irrational anxiety around the concept of relistening and keep anxiously putting it off. I have been letting myself watch reviews and im thrilled to say two of my favorite youtube critics (mic the snare and spectrum pulse) both agree with me that the absolute worst part of the album is being online while it exists. The discourse has been so obnoxious wrote and dull that I have actively not been using tumblr outside of like the end of the day and have had the app off of my phone for 5 days now and honestly i dont miss it. Some of you need to accept that the album is intentionally alienating and divisive and some people won't like it or will have critiques of it you might disagree with and it doesnt make them bad or evil. the rest of you NEED to accept that you have a "bitch eating crackers" relationship with taylor swift, blacklist her name, and block her account on spotify. Most if not all the lines pulled work fine within the context of the songs and she is indeed self aware and making jokes on purpose and maybe even has artistic intent and isnt a Dumb Hysterical Talentless Bitch. She is simply a woman you dont like and find annoying, its fine, calm down. She is not above critique but you all are god awful at critiquing her and it makes me want to throw my phone into a lake and move into the wilderness so I can listen to the cool pop songwriter i enjoy and find interesting without having to hear every opinion from every bad faith poster on earth. ok my final message. goodbye.

#barry.txt #taylor swift #if you do like the album or at least find it interesting i do suggest both videos from the creators ive mentioned theyre both great readings #and discussions of the stupid discourse across the album #also spectrum pulse is underrated and deserves more attention #ok bye

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loveu001 · 2 years

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road trip #1

MODERN AU. peter is not being forced to work under brenner sort of so ya. Kind of like my last fic lmao.. Basically.. Triggers: use of the word slut and whore. LMK IF ANYTHING IN THIS FIC BOTHERS YOU -INSERT CRYING EMOJI- !! LOVE YALL MWAHHHHH **NOT PROOFREAD* HAVENT WROTE A FIC IN A FEW DAYS SO ENJOY!!! literally hate this

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Chapter one

You had been planning a road trip for a while now and you were gonna invite one of your best friends, casey. You two were at the bus stop. “Hey casey!! You should totally come with me for a road trip this summer!! Ive been planning it for like forever!!!” you exclaim. Casey’s eyes not leaving her phone. Her loud gum chewing filling the room. “Mhm sure..” she replies.

You roll your eyes. You could tell she wasnt listening nor did she care. You let out a loud, exaggerated, groan. “Oh my god Casey!! Come on! I have literally asked EVERYONE!!” Her gaze leaves her phone. “FINEEE! Ill go to your stupid.. Thing.” she instantly reverts her eyes back to her phone screen.

“REALLYYY? OH MY GOD THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANKYOU.” You exclaim, giving her a tight hug. You both giggle. “Okay, okay now let go please!! Im trying to text my boyfriend.” she grumbles. You rolled your eyes and pulled your phone out as well. You went to your messages app and immediately went to peters conversation and inform him the good news. After a few minutes, the bus had arrived. You were heading to work.

When the bus had arrived at the hawkins lab, you entered the lab. As soon as you walk in, you see people eyeing you like a predator does to his prey. “Hey whats wrong,” you ask one of your co-workers. She walks and stands very close to you. “Have you not seen the video?” she whispers. What the fuck was she talking about? You shake your head, meaning no. She pulls her phone out and guides you to the hallway, where no one was. She hits play on a video. The video had you chugging a half bottle of vodka and making out with random people.

You look back at your other co-workers. “Who else..has seen.. That?” you whisper to her. She looks at the twitter views. She looks at you nervously and clears her throat, “erm… 24…thousand.” Your eyes widen at her response. You did not expect that. What if you had done more than kissing? What if you actually had.. Sex with those disgusting drunks? Who even recorded it? You gulp, feeling tears starting to form in your eyes.

You HAD to leave the lab. You were about to die of embarrassment. “Hey.. come on, its not that bad.” she tried to comfort you, her hand on your shoulder. “Yes it is..” you whimper. Everybody thought you were a whore now. You hardly EVER. get drunk, and EVEN when you do it's not this bad. You gulp knowing that you couldn't escape the humiliation.

“Dont be like that y/n! ALOT of people act..like ‘that’ when drunk. Don't worry about it no one will judge you.” she grinned. You knew she was lying. People will judge you. YOU'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THAT IN YOUR LIFE WHEN DRUNK. “Stop lying to me!!” you wheep. You felt destroyed. Tears started falling down your face like a waterfall.

You try to walk back into the rainbow room like nothing happened but someone stands in front of you, blocking your way. “Move.” you grumble, trying to get past him. He shakes his head side to side. You look up at him and realize who it was. It was a tall, blonde haired man. His name was Peter. He was one of your co-workers. “You cant let them get to you. Come here.” You follow him out of the secret back door to the lab. “Go on home. Youre not safe here.” he grinned. yOu look at him like he is CRAZY. You couldn't escape it. I MEAN 24 THOUSAND PEOPLE HAD ALREADY SEEN IT.

“how the fucking hell am i supposed to go home???!” you shriek, panicked. “Listen.. I dont know how the hell and why the hell you want to ‘help’ me. I don't want your help! Just leave me alone!!” Tears start falling down your face. He then pulls you into his arms and gives you a warm, tight hug. YOu can't help but to accept his hug. “Shh its okay.. I got you- I got you. I'll drive you back to your house okay?” he whispers. You nod slowly, whipping your tears and snot on your handkerchief.

You two both walk to his car, he opens the passenger seat door and you plop in the seat. He wipes your tears with his finger, “dont worry my love.. it will be okay. You are safe with me.” he then gives you a soft kiss on the cheek. You smile a little and he shuts the door. When he gets in his car, he asks you where your house is. “I live in -insert apartment name- room 278.” you reply. He nods in confirmation and pulls out of the lab parking lot and through the gate. When you reach the entrance of your apartment complex, you whisper something under your breath. “Thank you so much.” He grinned and exclaims, “you're welcome beautiful.” You blush and immediately turn your face towards the car window. He chuckles at your reaction. “278 right?” “yes.”

He pulls into the parking lot and you two walk up the stairs, hand in hand. You get too caught up in the moment and spaced out. He waves his hand infront of your face, trying to snap you back to reality. “Hellooo – earth to y/n –” You blink repeatedly to snap you out of your imagination. “Oh yeah- i- uhm- sorry.” you mumble. aHe rugs your back and replies, “its okay!! Dont worry about it..” you nod, “now come on.” While you guys were walking up to your apartment unit, people were staring at you. Laughing and murmuring, gossiping. That made 001 furious.

Basic blonde bitches, laughing their asses off. But he had to ignore it. Although he would get back at them later, it still pissed him off more than anything. You unlock your door with your keys, your hands shaking. You could hear them shit talking about you. You almost wanted to cry, but like he said, you couldnt let them get to you. Anyways, you two had stepped into your apartment. “Nice play you got here!! Do you mind if I look around?” he asks. Of course you didn't mind him looking around.

“Thanks and yeah you can look around for a bit. Ill make us something to eat!” you exclaim.

He asks if can go to the bathroom. You nod and he steps into the bathroom and his jaw drops. He chuckles nervously, not believing what he had seen. “Erm y/n can you come.. See this?” You think to yourself, ‘what the fuckin hell does he want me to see? Does he want me to see his dick or something?’ You sigh, “peter.. I dont want to see your…” you walk into the bathroom and the walls spraypainted with horrible words, slut, whore, bitch, calling you a prostitute and all sorts of ugly words. You jaw drops, you almost burst into tears until your phone begins to ring.

You sniff, “hold on, i need to get this..” you grab your phone from the coffee table in front of your couch. You sniff, whipping your tears your eye, “hello? Who is this?” The caller did not respond for a moment, “listen, its casey. I wanted to let you know that i couldn't go to that.. Things. What was it? A road trip? Yeah something came up. M’ so sorry y/n.” You scrunch up your eyebrows, knowing she is lying you reply, “why are you lying to me?” you could hear her struggling to think of something to say.

“Listen i dont want to hear to yo-” she cuts you off, screaming and yelling at you, “BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BE CAUGHT HANGING OUT WITH A GODDAMN WHORE SLUT LIKE YOU WHO HOOKS UP WITH RANDOM MEN AND SHOWS THEM HER JUNK. BITCH THATS FUCKING NASTY. I NEVER, EVER LIKED YOU. THERE I SAID IT.” you drop the phone in response, shattering and breaking it. Tears start to fall from your eyes, you fall into the couch cushions and start crying into the pillow. Peter immediately walks over to the couch and comforts you. “Awe baby.. It will be okay. You still have me. Ill never leave your side. I love you.” you raise your head up to meet his eyes. Your eyes red from the tears.

He cups your face with his hands and wipes your tears. He gives you a forehead kiss. “Promise? Please promise you wont leave me peter.” you say, your voice breaking, you slowly calming down. He puts his forehead against yours. “Promise my love.” he smiles. He then gives you a kiss. Your eyes widen. You did not expect this. Why would he be so kind to you?? Why is he doing this? You kiss back, lips touching each others, tongue in eachothers mouths. You climb on top of him.

His messy blonde locks covering his eyes. You push his hair behind his ears. He chuckles, pressing his soft, lips against yours. You put your hands in his hair, playing with it. “You're so pretty like this..” he whispers, breaking the kiss. You put your lips back on his and continue to makeout with him. You unbutton his lab uniform a bit, almost revealing his chest. You begin to leave kisses on his neck.

Him moaning and whimpering below you. You stop kissing him, “peter.. Since my ‘friend’ didn't want to come with me on this roadtrip thing vacation thing.. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?” He didn't reply for a second, “I'M SO SORRY I SHOULDN'T HAVE EVEN ASKE-” he cuts you off with a kiss right on the lips, a very messy kiss. “Of course!! And don't say that my love.. I would love to go with you. Every minute I spend with you is NO mistake.” You giggle, lips still connected to his.

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