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[eternalgodfrey]

a drawing of peter rumancek & roman godfrey, made by me! 🫀

[tiiohornfan]

Deer Lady from Reservation Dogs.

[liamvidz]

"𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞."

[manicpixiedreamguurl]

Why does nobody associate Roman Godfrey with blackbear when it is so very obvious he would love that sad boy type music and Peter would probably make fun of him for it.

[kreepykix]

Peachy (Chapter 3)

 a/n: here we go, last chapter. enjoy and thank u for reading <3

Chapter 1  Chapter 2

You headed to school, dread sinking in your stomach as you parked in the crowded lot. You hadn’t failed to notice Romans red Road Coaster so you knew he was at school. You snuck through the front doors, bee lining for the ladies bathroom and spending all your time till class sitting in a stall, avoiding the human race altogether. You heard the bell, rushing to your first period, stopping dead in the hall as you came face to face with Peter. 

Your eyes were wide, “Hi,” You said quietly and he lightly grabbed your arm, pulling you into a small, unused hallway. 

“Where have you been?” He asked with a hushed voice but it was clear he was pissed. 

You were shocked to say the least, “Home, I’ve needed some time to process things.” You turned your head, looking to see if there was anyone around, there wasn’t. “Finding our one of your only friends turns into a wolf isn’t exactly easy news.” You spat with a glare. 

“It wasn’t like that and you know it. It wasn’t safe for you to know, it still isn’t but it’s too late now.  You need to find Roman. I’m not sure what you told him but he’s been throwing himself at anything in heels since you left, he’s drowning and you need to save him.” He said, eyes pleading. 

You turned, not making eye contact, “I can’t. I said something I shouldn’t have and I don’t think he’ll be wanting to speak to me anytime soon,” You explained, lip quivering and throat burning as you pressed the tears back. You really missed your best friend. 

“Yeah, and if I didn’t know Roman I’d agree with you since he doesn’t even want to hear your name, but since I do know him I know he’s hurting and that he just misses you. So, whatever you said, fix it. For the sake of you both.” Peter laid a hand on your shoulder, begging you silently. 

You stared for a moment before rolling your eyes and nodding, “Fine. Do you know where he is?” You asked and Peter smiled in victory. 

“Try the stairwell in the back, you know that’s where he likes to hide.” Peter said with a reassuring smile before heading off to his first period and leaving you with your thoughts. You raked your hands down your face once before sighing deeply and heading to the stairwell. You pushed open the door and peered in. Roman was facing away from you, slumped on the bottom step, and from the smoke wafting around him, clearly smoking a cigarette. You lightly made your way down the steps, your shoes making the smallest of pats as you descended. You sat down next to him on the step, taking the cigarette from him without even glancing at his face and taking a drag. You seldom smoked but hey, you were going through it so why not. As you exhaled you finally turned, making eye contact with Roman. His eyes were sunken and a frown seemed to be permanently etched on his lips. You gave a thin-lipped smile, “Hey, Rome.” 

He chuckled sarcastically, shaking his head, “You’re fucking kidding right?”

“What do you expect me to say?” You threw out your hands in exasperation. 

“Well for starters you could explain where you’ve been all fucking week.” He rolled his eyes, plucking the cigarette from between your lips and taking a long drag himself. 

“I’ve been home… processing,” You frowned, staring intently at the step in front of you and pretending as if that were who you were speaking to. 

“You said you had feelings for me.” He said it softly, voice barely above a whisper but it echoed through the barren stairway anyway, the phrase rattling through your brain as you realized you weren’t getting out of this one. 

You just wanted to be done with it, honesty seemed like the best way to go. “I wasn’t lying.” You turned for a moment, meeting his searing gaze before returning your focus to the step below you, it was easier that way. “I know you don’t want to hear that but it’s true and if you could just give me some time to get over it and not be so public with your ‘conquests’ that would be great.” Your breath caught as you felt his fingertips along your cheekbone. Your eyes were wide as you met his which were burning with something like longing. 

“I’ve missed you,” His voice dropped to a whisper and you felt your lip tremble before a tear slipped down your cheek. His brows crinkled in confusion. “Why’re you crying?”

“You’re confusing me,” You confessed. “It’s already gonna be hard for me to get over these feelings, I don’t need you saying these sweet things that just make it worse.” Your voice wavered as your lip trembled with the struggle of keeping your emotions in check. 

“Oh, Y/N you don’t get it.” He cupped your cheek, turning your face to his. He leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away and when you didn’t he pressed your lips together in a kiss that started gentle but quickly built to searing, leaving you gasping for breath when he finally pulled away. 

“Please tell me that you actually feel something and you’re not just trying to make me feel better or worse, just get into my pants—“ You felt hysteria bubbling up before Roman cut you off, pulling you into a crushing embrace, holding you to him like you were the only stable thing in the world. 

“No, Y/N, no, you know I have a hard time admitting my feelings but I’m gonna say this now and I want you to hear me and understand.” He paused to pull back so you were eye to eye. “I’ve always felt something for you, I was just never going to act on it because you deserve more than me or the shit I come with but I’m gonna be a piece of shit right now and steal you because I can’t lose you and knowing you feel even a bit of what I feel for you has made me a mad man and I can’t let you go. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about Peter, I’m sorry I didn’t show up to your house and drag your ass out of bed,” By now he was peppering kisses everywhere, cheek, chin, eyelid, any inch of skin he could reach his lips would find and you were giggling as tears found their way out of your closed eyes. “I shouldn’t have froze when you told me. My mind was trying to catch up to the fact that you felt something for a fucker like me and by the time I realized and had processed the door was already closed. I figured I had fucked up so I have been trying to get over you but I fucking can’t! Every time I go up to another girl I just see your face,” He dragged you into his lap and leaned his forehead to yours. “Please don’t leave me again,” It was a whisper and you threw your arms around his neck, somehow pulling yourself even closer. 

You were grinning ear to ear, “Never.” Bringing your lips to his once again, you couldn’t help but feel like you were finally right where you were supposed to be. 

[pkarnig]

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[black-cherrie]

Little Love  ------------------------

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Plot: Peter and Roman are just relaxing when things get confessed

Warnings: dd/lb dynamics, first kiss, gay love

Word count: 885

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It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and Peter and Roman were just hanging out in Peter's trailer getting high off their asses while watching stupid cartoons. A particularly stupid scene happens and Roman chuckles, taking a long puff of his joint before nudging Peter.

"Man if someone hit me in the balls I'd make them get to their fucking knees and suck them better." He can't help but laugh at his own words, the weed taking its desired effect on him.

Peter looks at him like he's an idiot, a high one at that, and rolls his eyes as he mumbles. "ai noroc că te iubesc."

Roman perks up at the familiar words and scoots closer to Peter. "I hear you say that Romani shit like 3 times a week. Are you ever gonna tell me what the hell it means?"

Peter's body tenses and he blushes, not meeting Roman's gorgeous green eyes. "Uh...it means 'you're lucky I love you'. You know like when someone does something stupid and it's just something you say." He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, feeling the heat of Roman's gaze on him.

"So you love me?" Roman's eyebrows shot up as he leaned forward and faced Peter, even more interested in the conversation, mostly hopeful that Peter isn't just saying it to fuck with him.

"Uh...yeah...I mean you...I...yeah I do. I fucking love you. So what?" Peter gets defensive, expecting Roman to punch him because he doesn't like guys, at least judging by his fuck boy reputation he doesn't seem to. What he wasn't expecting however was to feel Roman's soft, full, pink lips melt against his own slightly chapped ones.

The immediate groan that came from Peter was completely by accident, but that didn't stop more from coming out. He had wanted to kiss Roman for so long he was beginning to think it might never happen so when Roman pulled away he made a sound of disappointment, almost moaning at the sight of Roman's eyes blown wide with lust and his lips just a shade darker from kissing.

"You choose now out of all the time we've known each other to fucking tell me that you fucking love me? Do you realize how fucking torturous it was to think this whole time that you were fucking straight? That you only liked pussy and would never touch a dick besides your own?"

Peter saw a flash of hurt in Roman's features, causing him to bring a hand up and caress his cheek. He didn't expect Roman to lean into his touch so willingly, so submissively, his entire demeanor changing from angered lust to soft and pliant. This caused a rise in Peter's pants and a smile on his face.

Peter doesn't say a word as he literally picks Roman up and puts him in his lap, holding him close as a shiver runs through him at the feeling of Roman's cold nose rubbing against him as he hides his face in Peter's neck. He isn't entirely sure that the small whimper Roman let out was intentional, but the little 'Papa' that escaped his lips definitely wasn't.

"Rome? Are you...are you a Little?" He didn't want to startle Roman, sensing he was fragile at the moment and seemed to be in a submissive state all of a sudden so he spoke in a soft voice while rubbing his back. He basically already knew the answer just from the way Roman was behaving, he just wanted him to confirm it, absolutely loving the thought of being his Papa.

Roman didn't answer, instead choosing to nod his head slightly before stiffening up. "You're not gonna hate me for being like this are you?" Tears were already welling up in his eyes in fear of being rejected. He never told anyone of his little side for fear of being even more of an outcast than he already was.

Peter lifts his head, looking into his eyes while holding him in place. "Of course not my little baby bat. I'm more concerned about the fact that we both love each other and we're just now admitting it. I'm actually really happy that you're a Little, means I get to take care of you more." He leans forward, rubbing his nose against Roman's, making him blush profusely.

"I do love you ya know." Roman shrugs, acting like it's no big deal to confess his love to his bestfriend, but Peter sees straight through that. He knows that this is a big deal to Roman, knowing that he isn't used to loving touches. But he also loves seeing the blush spread across Roman's perfect face.

He smiles sweetly, pulling Roman down slightly to kiss his forehead. "I love you too little bat." Wrapping his arms around him they sit together and watch cartoons until they fall asleep holding each other. It isn't long before Peter wakes up, hearing Roman fussing in his sleep, his lips pouty and his brows creased. Without a second thought he bites his thumb hard enough to draw blood and puts it in Roman's mouth, immediately soothing the baby upir.

Peter smiles in adoration, finally happy that he got the one person he felt was untouchable. He finally got his love and he wasn't going to let him slip away.

[eternalgodfrey]

imagine being peter and waking up to this sight every day

the flushed cheeks! plump lips! messy hair! who knew his vampire boyfriend (the roman godfrey) could look so vulnerable? he’d only ever show that side to peter, no doubt.