#also yes the show is hemlock grove don’t look at me

[emmyrosee]

EMMYYYY could I get some writing for sero? Could literally be anything I’m just starved🙏🙏🙏-pip anon

I was just thinking about you mate, missed seeing you in my notifications; how tf are ya 🥹💖

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“Wait so who is that?”

“No clue.”

“But why is he doing that?”

“You think I don’t know who they are but I know their motivation?”

Despite his teasing as you miss almost every single plot point in… whatever you’re watching with him, the loving hand tracing shapes on your back never ceases its movement, and you look down at Sero with a pout.

He snorts, letting his dark eyes glaze over your grumpy features, “maybe if you stopped squirming, we could both know what’s happening.”

“You’re the one who wanted to watch this!” You whine, pushing yourself up slightly to shove him weakly. “If I’m doing snack runs, I need you to know what I miss!”

“Okay,” he says softly, trying to cool you down. “Here’s what I’ve got so far. The guy talking,” he says, pointing to the gentleman on screen, “is a vampire, but he doesn’t know it yet. He has a fixation for blood, but he’s never acted on anything yet. The guy with the long hair,” he points to a character walking down a hallway, “is a wolf- that I know is true, I’ve seen his shaggy ass transform into one.”

You give him a laugh as you start to settle back down against him, the hand on your back starting up the shape-tracing again.

“So, I think they’re trying to figure out who murdered this like, other girl, but like, they know it was an animal, they just don’t know if it was a wolf like the long-haired guy.”

You curl into his chest before reaching down into the bowl for a chip, “that was immensely unhelpful, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

There’s a small bit of silence between you that stirs as the show continues to play, the only noise being from the shouts on screen.

“Wolf boy is kinda cute,” Hanta says out of the blue, making you look up at him incredulously.

“Seriously? I’m all in on Vampire Boy.”

He chuckles as you two watch, humming once the wolf character speaks, “Roman. Vampire’s name is Roman.”

“Sweet. Now when we make out I know who I’m picturing.”

“Just don’t say his name,” he mumbles, leaning up to press a kiss to your temple.

The show continues, and even if neither of you know what’s really happening, all that matters is that you’re together.

And clearly, that’s all that counts in Hanta’s mind.

#short and sweet #also yes the show is hemlock grove don’t look at me #sero hanta #sero hanta fluff #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta x reader fluff #sero hanta x gn!reader #sero hanta imagine #sero hanta bnha #sero #sero fluff #sero x reader #sero x reader fluff #sero x gn!reader #sero imagine #sero bnha #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha imagine #bnha x gn!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x yn #bnha x you

[jackandjackiekennedylover]

Fan Questions

Welcome! Alexander Skarsgård, Bill Skarsgård and Y/n Skarsgård .

Hi, You said as you wave at the crowd .

Hi guys, Both Alexander and Bill said .

We have some questions from the fans is on a border that each of you will have questions from the fans, A girl named Alexie said .

Ok. Can't wait, You said.

You were in the middle of Alexander and Bill .

Do you want to go first, Alexander asked?

Yeah, You said.

You ripped the first paper off and read the question.

Which Skarsgård brother is your husband, You read .

Bill is my husband, You said with a smile .

Next question .

You ripped the second paper off and read the question .

Is Y/n Skarsgård pregnant, You read .

Not yet, Bill said as he looks at you with a smirk.

I'm still waiting for them to have a baby so I can become an uncle, Alexander said .

like Bill said not yet, You said .

You ripped the third paper off and read the question .

Wow, You said as your face got red.

Does your husband have big one

Are you ok, Bill asked ?

Yeah, You said .

Um. No comment, You said as your face got more red .

Why didn't you answer the question, Alexander asked ?

You whisper something into his ear .

Omg, Alexander said as his eyes widened .

The question couldn't be that bad, Bill said.

Why don't you read the question yourself, You said as you show your husband the question .

Bill eyes widened at the question .

Next question, You said .

You ripped the fourth paper off and read the question .

What is your thought on Roman Godfrey, You read.

I'm trying to keep this PG 13 but my thoughts on Roman Godfrey isn't Innocent , You said with a smirk .

I knew it! , Bill said as he smirked at you .

Omg, Alexander said as he covers his mouth from stopping the laugh that is about to come out .

You ripped the fifth paper off and read the question .

Is true that you dance with a sword before, You read .

Yes it's true, You said .

Now. I'm really scared of you, Alexander said .

Thank you for the question, You said .

I will go next, Alexander said.

Alexander ripped off the first question and reads the question .

Have you ever played Arrow Roulette, He reads .

I have no idea what that is, Alexander said.

I have, You said.

You have, Bill said .

Yep. I wouldn't play this bc someone could get hurt bad, You said .

How do you play it, Alexander asked?

You get a bow and arrow and whoever stays in the middle the longest wins, You said .

It sounds dangerous, Alexander said.

Alexander ripped off the second paper and reads the question .

What did you of y/n when you met her, Alexander reads.

My thought was that where did my brother find this beautiful girl, Alexander said .

Aw thank you .

Alexander ripped off the third paper and reads the question .

Have you ever broken your leg, Alexander reads .

Nope, Alexander said .

Alexander ripped off the fourth paper and reads the question .

Have you ever watch Hemlock Grove, Alexander reads .

Not yet, Alexander said .

Alexander ripped off the fifth paper and reads the question .

What is your color, Alexander reads .

Blue, Alexander said .

Thank you for the questions, Alexander said .

Finally. It's my turn, Bill said .

Bill ripped the first paper off and reads the question .

What would you keep from Hemlock Grove set, He reads .

I would keep some of Roman’s outfits, Bill said.

I probably keep Roman’s cars, You said .

Bill ripped the second paper off and reads the question .

What did you think of Cameron who plays Nadia, He reads .

She is adorable and I enjoyed playing her dad on Hemlock Grove, Bill said.

Nadia was so cute and I just want to hold her and never let her go, You said with a smile .

Someone has baby fever, Alexander said .

No comment, You said .

Bill ripped the third paper off and reads the question .

How many kids do you want, He reads .

More than my dad. So about ten kids, Bill said with a smirk.

No. You will get two kids out of me that is it, You said.

Bill ripped off the fourth paper and reads the question .

If you and y/n ever have kids? What you do want it to be a boy or girl, He reads .

I want a girl with y/n so I can spoil her. Also, I can scare the boys away Pennywise style, Bill said with another smirked.

I can see it now and if we have daughter. She isn't going to have a boyfriend bc they are scared of her dad that is Pennywise, You said .

Bill ripped the fifth paper off and read the question .

What did you think of y/n on your wedding day, He reads .

I thought that she was really beautiful in her wedding dress and I get to spend the rest of my life with this beautiful girl that is now my wife of three years, Bill said.

Aw. I thought that you were really handsome in your tux and I get to spend the rest of my life with this handsome boy that is now my husband of three years, You said.

Thank you for the questions, Bill said.

That is the end.

Thanks, Alexander Skarsgård Bill Skarsgård, Y/n Skarsgård for being here today .

You wave at the crowd as you grab Bill’s hand as you two walk back stage .

I love you so much, Bill said as he looks into your eyes .

I love you too, You said as you smile at him.

#bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard x reader #hemlock grove #roman godfrey #roman godfrey imagine #alxeander skarsgard

[stevesharrlngtons]

32 with Roman

prompts are open 

an anon requested some roman angst a lil while back, and while this isn’t super angsty it kinda is? lol

also i changed the wording a bit i hope thats ok

Of course he was here, you really shouldn’t have been surprised. 

Roman had a tendency to worm his way back into your life, physically or mentally, one way or another. It’s like he knew when you were finally moving on, when you had finally pushed him from your consciousness, and decided that that was unacceptable. 

You let out a heavy sigh as you watched him enter the house party, a perky blonde slung comfortably under his arm. The mummers had started then, people whispering and peeking over at him and his date. Just because this party was outside Hemlock Grove city limits didn’t mean that Roman’s name didn’t have any lore or pull to it. You were sure everyone in the state, hell maybe the country, would stop what they were doing to follow him through a room. He had an incredibly commanding presence, something that you once loved, but now just resented. 

“Is that Roman Godfrey?” the guy you had been chatting up asked. 

He was good looking, this random man. Charming, always willing to refill your cup or dance when a song you liked came on. He laughed at your jokes and kept his eyes from wandering to any of the other girls that were in attendance, which was silly, but something you appreciated. You’d only met him a couple of hours ago, so any singular devotion he had to you was quite flattering. You were seriously considering taking his hand and asking him to join you in a room upstairs until Roman showed up and decided to steal his attention from you. This guy, this stupid guy who was the only guy in the party who you’d been attracted to even in the slightest, of course he would have a hard on for Roman and his family name. 

“Who?” you asked with resentment, drinking more of the swilly beer in your cup. 

“Who? Roman Godfrey? His family owns half the state! He’s like, a billionaire. How in the hell do you not know who he is?” he talks like an animated puppy about Roman, you can see as his eyes follow the taller man everywhere he goes in the room. 

You refused to look at Roman yourself, you just stared up at your date (if you could even call him that). You focused on the bumping music as he continued to gush about Godfrey Industries and Roman’s family money. God, you bet this guy talked about Elon Musk like this too… and suddenly you felt so repulsed by him that your skin crawled at the thought of him touching you. 

“You know what?” you cut him off from his rant, “I’m going to go out for a cigarette.” 

“Oh, OK. Want me to come?” He asked.

“No, not particularly.” And you were sure he was scowling after you and calling you a bitch, but you didn’t care. You needed to get away from him, his Roman complex, and all other Roman related things. 

You pushed your way through the throngs of people in the house to the back sliding door, where you exited to the pleasant gust of chilled air. It was a welcomed contrast on your skin after simmering inside with all it’s muggy body heat. 

The house that was throwing the party was really nice, nicer than any house you’d be able to afford. There was a large inground pool, complete with water features and a conjoined hot tub; an outdoor kitchen with a pizza oven and fully stocked fridge; and some of the most beautiful landscaping you’d ever seen. It made you wonder who actually lived here. One of your coworkers had invited you along, and you had only shown up to have something to do on a Friday night. You saw her for around five minutes when you arrived, then you’d both disappeared into the sea of people. 

You went over to the kitchen and took a seat on one of the built in benches. It was carved into the brick next to the pizza oven, and even though the oven was off, you could still feel some heat emanating from it. You pulled your knees to your chest and settled against the brick, temple to the oven as you enjoyed the silence the night had to offer. You took out your phone from your jeans and began to app surf, switching between social medias to keep your mind busy. 

“Now, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here, all by her lonesome?” you could see the smarmy grin on his face without even looking up. 

A part of you had futilely hoped that escaping outside would have thrown Roman off your scent. You’d up and completely left parties when he had arrived in the past, so you hoped he would have assumed that was the case tonight. But then again if he had, he wouldn’t be Roman. Because he seemed to have a tracking device on you, always aware of your whereabouts. It used to be helpful, but now it just pissed you off. 

“You’re such a little stalker, you know that right?” you sneer, refusing to look up from your phone. 

“Pretty sure you’re the stalker, (Y/L/N). Somehow wherever I go,” He trails off as he came to sit next to you, far too close for comfort, “There you are.” 

“Whatever, Roman.” you reply, eyes still glued to your phone as you huddled closer to the oven. 

“What? No snarky retort? No adamant denial? Man, someone’s gone soft,” he chuckles. 

“Or maybe I’m just sick of this little game you’ve roped me into,” you bit back, and you could see in your periphery that his smile grew. 

“You love it.” 

“No, you love it. It’s why you never fucking leave me alone.” 

He scoffs, but doesn’t say anything else. There is a long beat of silence where the two of you just listen to each other's breaths, of the sound of the others clothing scraping against the brick and the sound of your deft fingers against your screen. 

It reminded you of when you were together, of when you had been the perky girl under his arm and the one enthralled by his presence. It reminded you of the late nights he’d shatter your body with pleasure and put you back together again. It reminded you of the times that he'd lay on your chest and murmur secrets and confessions with tears streaking his alabaster cheeks. It reminded you of the ever present smile he brought out in you. 

It reminded you of Roman’s refusal to admit any true feelings for you. It reminded you of tense silence after fights. It reminded you of how he broke your heart. 

“That guy you were talking to? Tried to shake my hand,” Roman chuckles, “Fucking freak.” 

“Yeah, that’s why I ditched him. He probably liked you more than you like you.” 

Roman snorts, “He was practically humping my leg.” 

“Yeah, well he was practically humping mine before you showed up. So thanks for that.” you said bitterly, finally pocketing your phone and looking out over the groomed backyard. 

“He wouldn’t have known what to do with a woman like you.” 

“I would have liked to figure that out on my own upstairs, thank you very much.” you cross your arms over your folded knees. 

“C’mon, that guy? I could smell his drug store cologne from a mile away, and that fucking geled hair? You chose that guy?” you could easily detect the envy in his voice.

“C’mon, that girl? With fake tits up to her chin and boxed dyed roots?” you shot back fast, and then immediately cursed yourself. 

Because you had just played into his game, the one you had been trying for the past few months to eject yourself from. 

“She’s hot, isn’t she?” he drawls, leaning back against the bench. 

“If you’re into that 80’s fake Sports Illustrated look.” 

“She fucks like she’s straight out of Hustler.” 

“Thanks for oversharing, Roman. Though that information feels a little more suited for Peter than me.” you said sarcastically, hoping with every passing second that he would get the hint and leave you alone. 

But he never did. Not tonight, not last time and you were sure he never would. 

“You used to love when I overshared. You said it made you feel closer to me,” he nudged you with his shoulder and you felt sick. 

Because yes, you had said that. You had loved when he told you everything. When he didn’t hold back on his thoughts and feelings, and told you things that were sometimes so ugly he’d retch. 

“You’re such a dick,” you swore, and finally stood to escape him.

“Oh, don’t be like that! Sit back down.” Roman reached out to take a hold of your wrist, but you flinched away at his touch. 

“Leave me alone.” 

“Sit back down and maybe I’ll think about it,” he laughs while trying to grab you again. 

“How long are you going to do this to me, Roman? How much longer are you going to torment me!” you snap.

You look down at him for the first time all night. You had been avoiding direct eye contact since he followed you outside, afraid of what those sinful green eyes could get you to do. You’d backslid with Roman one to many times because of those fucking eyes. 

“Torment you? That seems a bit rash,” he scoffs. 

“I don’t think it is, I actually think it lets you off too easy.” 

“Yeah?” he replies, fully condescending and pompous. 

“Yeah,” you clench your jaw, “because it’s like you’re haunting me, it's like you’re this looming force that will never let me move on. And for the life of me Roman, I can’t fucking figure out why. Is it just to torture me for leaving? Are you that much of a spoiled brat? That once the toy you didn’t want gets thrown out you through a tantrum until it’s back?” 

“Fuck you.”

“No, fuck you! I’m so sick of this, Roman. I’m sick of being at a party or a restaurant or a coffee shop and then having you appear out of thin air to remind me of how much it all just hurts. Do you even care? Do you even care that everytime I see you it takes off a year of my life from pure grief?” 

Because it did. Everytime you spotted him in line behind you, at a table across the room or drinking at a bar you were sat at, you felt awful. You felt so disgusting and used and dirty, because you let Roman take and take from you and when you asked for something in return he refused to give. 

“Am I not allowed to see a friend all of a sudden?” he asks, his tone becoming defensive and worried. 

“We’re not friends. We aren’t. I loved you and you spat in my face. I could never be friends with you again, Roman.”

Roman purses his lips and looks up at you under his brow before pushing up from the bench to stand, “You don’t love me anymore?” 

“It shouldn’t matter.” 

“It does. It does to me.” he steps closer to you with every word and you finally feel the effects of the alcohol you’d had earlier. 

“Well it doesn’t to me, and it shouldn’t to you either. It didn’t then.” 

It didn’t matter to him when he screamed and laughed in your face after your confession. 

Roman doesn’t respond, even though you can tell he wants to. He towers above you now, but you don’t cower under his height. 

You watch Roman chew on the inside of his cheek for a few moments before you know the conversation is over.

“I’m gonna go.” 

You turned back toward the house and started your trek across the grass. 

“Wait!” Roman suddenly called behind you. 

You didn’t want to turn, and maybe if you were stronger you would have kept walking. But you did and you weren’t. 

“What?” you ask with a frustrated sigh. 

“I do, y’know,” he says, his posture hunched and uncomfortable, “I mean, as much as I can feel that way about anyone.” 

“Love me?” you shot back, saying the words he was too cowardly too.

Roman looks around like he’s embarrassed, like he’s looking for any witnesses that might find out he has a heart. Then he nods gently. 

“As much as a person like me can. I don’t even know if I’m capable of... that’ing. To anyone.” 

You knew this is an incredibly vulnerable moment for Roman. You knew from experience that this was as close as he had ever been to uttering those sacreded three words, as close as he had ever felt to feeling them. You knew that this should give you some solace, some closure in your ongoing battle of emotions with the tall boy. You should feel better. But you don’t. 

Because it didn’t change the past, and only gave you worthless hope for some kind of future with the only man you’d ever loved.

“Ok.” was all you said in reply. 

And Roman just nods again, though it’s clear that wasn’t the response he was looking for. You almost expected him to say something else, but he doesn’t. He just takes out a cigarette and lights it.

“I, uh, I’m still going to leave,” you say, rubbing your biceps awkwardly under Roman’s intense gaze, “I only really came here to get laid and that fell through, so…” 

“Well, I could fix that, y’know?” Roman smirks before taking a drag, and suddenly any semblance of a moment being had was.

“I’ll pass,” you say and bid him a silent goodbye. 

You walk across the grass, short and such a vibrant green, even in the winter. You wonder if Roman liked the landscaping and the pool and the kitchen like you did. You wondered if things were different, if you two would live in a house like this. You tried not to think too much about it, though.

When you were almost to the house, you heard Roman call out for you again. 

You simply looked over your shoulder to see him leaning against a brick pillar, cigarette between his plush pink lips.

“I’ll see you soon.” 

feedback is appreciated!! (:

#roman godfrey x reader #roman godfrey imagine #roman godfrey imagines #roman godfrey reader insert #stevesharrlngtonswrites

[littlemessyjessi]

Regarding Harry Potter Content

So I’ve made this announcement before but I will address it again. 

I am currently taking a break from writing for Harry Potter content.

I’ve written for it for so long and I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about it to be honest. 

I’m not gone from it for good in no way. 

But I am taking a break for a while. 

I know a lot of people are asking about A Deal With Cupid specifically. 

I would just like to say thank you so much for supporting my work first of all.  That means the world to me and I am so happy that you enjoy my writing. I’ll never be able to express my feelings regarding that. 

However, if I’m being honest, I have been feeling burn out creeping in from the edges for quite some time now.  I ignored it and in doing so, I could feel myself beginning to hate HP content.  And I don’t ever want to feel that way.  It was such a large part of my childhood and I don’t want to taint that. 

So after talking with Valentina, my fiance,  I decided to take a break from it for a while. 

I love to write.  Obviously.  I wouldn’t do it so much if I didn’t.  I don’t get paid for writing fanfics on Tumblr so this is something that brings me joy.  And I kept pushing myself to give content because so many of you love the stories.  

Don’t get me wrong.  I love them too but I have this habit of ignoring my mental health for the sake of the sparks of joy it can provide others.   So rather than actually listen to my body and my mind, I just kept pushing myself and cranking them out.  But there was no joy for me. 

The latest chapter of ADWC even feels that way to me.   Yes, Y/N was on her period and dealing with shit but I feel like my mind was like, Listen ho, you need to chill sometimes and do what is right for you. 

Val even told me that because I was sitting on the counter trying to map out all these different updates and she was like, “Babe, it’s just fanfic.”  Which of course caused me to lose my temper and I was like, but it’s not.  But Val, being the angel that she is, has this unrivaled ability to calm me down within minutes.  And we had a discussion and I realized that yes I very much do need to step away from it for a while. 

So that’s what I did.

I started writing for things that are actually in my field of interest at the moment. 

Alot of that includes: Historical based movies and series that sometimes feature mythology and magic. 

I’m currently really enjoying my Achilles story with Brad Pitt’s portrayal of him. 

So at the moment that is the 2004 movie Troy, 300 is also on that list.  The Mummy is there as well. Pirates of the Caribbean will make an appearance. The Hatfields and the McCoys mini series is on there as well.  Immortals, Hercules, Clash of the Titans.  The Percy Jackson situation is also going to be playing a part.   Things like Gods of Egypt, Indiana Jones. 

I love period pieces, guys.  I love history and mythology and adventure! 

I love excitement and treasure hunting, lol.  These things bring me joy! 

I also love dramas and crimes and horror! 

So for example, I’ve got about three fics from the 2004 movie Four Brothers that are in the works! I love the family bonding, the action and the grit of that movie! 

I also love sports movies! I even have one going at the moment featuring Garrett Hedlund’s character in the 2004 movie Friday Night Lights where he plays Don Billingsley. 

I also love horror so I want to explore the BBC Dracula some more as well as Dracula Untold.  I want to get back into writing for Penny Dreadful and Hemlocke Grove and so many others! 

I like interesting characters. 

And I know a lot have asked me about Harry Potter and Marvel. I know some of you miss it and I understand.   But I don’t even write for Marvel anymore.  I forced myself to keep writing for it for so long that I just began to hate it.  I don’t even watch superhero movies anymore to be honest.  And that’s sad because I know a lot of people are talking about the Loki show coming or the Falcon and Winter Soldier.   And I just can’t do that right now.   I don’t want that to happen with HP so I stepped away. 

If you are looking for magic and myth, I will be revisiting my stories that live in the Tolkien world and bringing some new characters to life as well. 

I have thrived lately on creating characters and it reminded me just how much I miss it.   I started writing reader insert as a way to include so many people but along the way I lost part of what made me love writing.  And that as creating characters with imperfections and backstories.   I’ve found that love again and I truly love writing. 

I know that alot of you follow me for HP and if you’d like to leave, I understand completely.   I have no hard feelings and I love you all the same. 

But if you’d like to stay for the new adventures, you are more than welcome my darlings! 

I love you with all my heart. 

With hugs and love,  Mama Kennysaurus 

#kenny talks

[hecohansen31]

Hello! ❤ I was wondering if I could request a season one Roman Godfrey x reader? Reader just moved to hemlock grove and hasn't really talked to many people except for Shelley. She moved there because she has a rare health problem. Roman finds out about it when he sees her at the white tower. She doesn't want anyone to know and begs him to stay quiet. He says yes but if she goes on Just one date with him. They both confess feelings after the date at school after the date.

(A/N): Hey sweetie!

Since you didn’t specify which kind of rare health problem, I chosen one myself and I hope it isn’t a problem, if it is just let me know and I’ll try to do my best to change the fic.

As always: I am sorry for taking quite a bit, and I low key know that this might strain a bit from what you requested, still… I hope you’ll like it!

Much love!

WARNINGS: Gentic Disease about Bones, Roman being stupid, Slight VIolence.

Most children didn’t have to worry about running and playing, because they could break easily their bones, as you did.

You had born with a rare genetic disease, which run in your family, but unlike your mother, who carried the bone deformation, for you it had had much more complexities, which grew with you growing up, something that not only had brought you extreme pain but also a few deformation and slowing of your physical growth.

That is why you had moved to Hemlock Grove before the start of your last year of high school.

 You hadn’t wanted to go, honestly, since it was your last year of college and you saw no immediate urgency to try to make your bones change, as the doctors at the White Tower promised.

You had friends in your old high school and you honestly didn’t want to go through the entire “freak” phase, preferring to keep everything you had to yourself, hiding it from your fellow classmates you met each day at Hemlock Grove.

You didn’t want to be perceived as asocial, although you could care less of their opinion, but you didn’t want to be annoyed by the usual question on your sickness, preferring to stick by yourself and hope that the year would be soon over.

You also didn’t enjoy your trips to the White Tower: most of the procedures which the doctors tried on your body weren’t only painful, but extremely tiring and most days you were stuck in an hospital bed with either a broken leg or arm, meanwhile your parents would question the doctors what went wrong this time.

You hadn’t much hope to begin with, honestly and low key hoped just to be left alone, with your rare disease, but at the same time you didn’t want to bother your parents, knowing they just wanted the best for you.

Although they never listened to what you thought was the “best” for you.

But you had learned how to deal with this, and the fact that most of the time you weren’t alone in the annoying visits helped you, a bit.

Shelley Godfrey had quickly become your best friend over there, since you were always either together in the waiting room, or in the hospital room, after your respective operations.

You, with your talkative nature, had tried to make quick conversation and Shelley had been quite responsive, discovering soon that you two had many common interests, some of which you also talked in school, since it wasn’t unusual that you were paired with the only people you had befriended.

But alongside Shelley, came her brother, Roman.

Not that he was ugly: he was as beautiful as the damned angels, which had fallen from grace after God had chastised them away from Heaven, which meant that, although he was as charming as a shining star, he was trouble.

And boy like him, only wanted one thing from girls like you.

What was worse was that he somehow seemed spurred on by the thrill of the hunt, as if each time you would willingly push him away, backing away from his claws, he would feel his “feelings” for you bloom stronger.

It was as if he liked playing a cat and mouse game with you, which you didn’t like in the slightest.

… but you somehow found yourself to be backed in a corner…

A corner of the White Tower more precisely.

You had gone there for a quick check-up, since strangely the bones in you left leg had been becoming stronger and doctors had wanted to check out if it was true and maybe run a few tests to see what had changed.

And you had found him in the sterile waiting room, not properly knowing his reason, but you had just stack to your own part of wall, hoping he wouldn’t see you, which he didn’t, but then the nurse called out your name, and he had immediately raised his head towards you, at first his eyes had appeared surprised but then he had simply smirked.

And you had wanted the Earth to open beneath your feet and swallow you whole.

“… hey, it is a small world, to see you there…” he had tried to make conversation gingerly, but you just huffed loudly, backing away.

“What the heck are you doing here, Godfrey?” you had replied, meanwhile you had glared at him annoyed.

“Just visiting Bryce” he chatted, smiling charmingly and you had just rolled you eyes, trying to turn around, but he had just leapt out for your wrist, grabbing it roughly.

Actually it wasn’t a tight or bruising grip but due to your frail bones, they quickly ended up breaking lightly and you couldn’t stop the grimace on your face, although you didn’t try to escape Roman’s grip since it would just worsen the situation.

He caught up onto your pain quickly, and immediately let go your wrist, searching your face, meanwhile you trained your eyes onto the fracture, gently probing it with the other hand to check it out, confirming that although it wasn’t fully broken there was some kind of little break.

You were low key thankful that you were already in a medical office.

“I…” Roman looked at you shocked, and you just sent him an annoyed stare, before again you tried to push yourself away, and his hands shot up to try to hold you back, but this time he stopped them before they could touch you “… did I hurt you?”.

He seemed confused and you were thankful the nurse called again your name saying hat doctor Bryce would be seeing you, and you quickly strutted away from Roman, who still showed confusion in his pretty eyes.

“Get lost, Godfrey” you simply mumbled, and strangely, he did as you said

The following day you had a slight bandage onto your arm and justified it to anybody who asked as a bad fall from the treehouse in your garden; nobody seemed to give it too much thought.

Except Roman who had stalked you with his eyes for the entire day, not approaching you physically, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of those leaf green eyes following you around the school, even if you weren’t in the same room.

After school had ended and you were moving to your father’s car, since it was better to avoid buses with your condition and it was even better if you didn’t drive alone, you suddenly felt your shoulder lightly tapped, finding Roman finally facing you, with something shy that shone in your eyes.

“Hi” he simply mumbled, and although you wanted nothing more than to get in the car and leave to avoid that conversation, you thought you might end this story once and for all.

“Hi” and before he could speak up whatever he had to say “… yeah you broke my wrist, nothing too bad, I literally have broken it so many times that it doesn’t even hurt anymore”.

Although you knew he had known about this, he seemed shocked that you said it out loud.

“Now you are forgiven, move on with your puppy eyes”.

“I…” he stumbled again on his words, but managed to focus “Bryce told me what you have and… I can’t pronounce it…”.

Your heart fell down to your stomach at that news: your perfect plan of letting nobody know about your “sickness” was already broken…

“Bryce shouldn’t have told you” you simply mumbled, and fear shone in your eyes, and Roman caught up pretty quickly.

“I just… I was worried, I literally hurt your wrist”.

“And I told you I am used to it” you mumbled, feeling anger subdue fear “… this is the reason why I don’t tell anybody about it… once they know about my bones being easily breakable they only give me shit on being frail…!”.

“I don’t think you are frail…” he surprised you in the middle of the discourse, his hands shooting up towards you, again retracting softly “… you are a freaking power of the nature, like an annoying breeze constantly avoiding me”.

“I know what you are, Roman Godfrey” you simply replied and turned and again that annoying tap brought you back.

“Isn’t it hypocritical to judge others, when you, yourself, don’t want to be judged?” he mumbled, and honestly you had no reply “… I don’t mean to change that opinion you have of yourself… but… I was thinking we might go on a dinner, so that I can make up for that broken wrist”.

And strangely gently he brought your hands to meet, avoiding carefully your wrist.

And you let him, too focused on his pretty soft eyes.

And you let him also take you on a date, the following Friday.

You rushed down the stairs, on your newly reinvigorated legs, since Bryce had confirmed they had been gaining even more thickness, meanwhile your mom recommended on not losing too much energy or doing anything risky; she had had to be brought down from the idea of accompanying her to the date.

“It would look ridiculous, mom” you had mumbled, backed up by your father, who had reminded your mother that you were quite “the responsible young lady”.

So, it was just you and Roman and you were a bit scared of what might end up happening, mostly because your condition hadn’t made dates easy, for the same “frail problem”, but Roman didn’t seem worried by that, mostly after he had realized that he could tickle you with no problem.

(Except a kick from your reinforced shoes).

Roman was waiting outside of your house, smoking nervously although he immediately put out the cigarette when he saw you and you smirked, seeing a nervous twitch in his hands, meanwhile he quickly moved to open your door, getting a smirk from you.

“Trying to be a gentleman” he mumbled, and you leaned a bit in, kissing his cheeks, before setting down on the car, leaving him blushing lightly, meanwhile she settled down.

The date was actually much funnier than you had thought, since it ended up actually happening into a beautiful lighted greenhouse.

“You sure know how to charm your girls, Godfrey” you mumbled, meanwhile you sat down comfortably, and he just smirked shooting you a grin.

“… and are you my girl, (Y/N)?” you just softly kicked him under the table “… and you can stop calling me Godfrey… you can call me Roman”.

“Earn that right, Godfrey” you replied, meanwhile he poured wine, which you immediately refused “…with the amount of chemicals in my body it is better to avoid it”.

And he threw the rest of his own wine to the flowers, making you laugh-complain at him about the environment, but he didn’t give it too much thought.

“… not that I want to focus this delightful night…” the way he pursued his lips made you smile lightly “… on your sickness but is there anything that I might avoid?”.

“My arms are still very much frail, legs not so much” you explained, meanwhile he seemed taken by the conversation “… so if you have any bad intentions, know that I can still knee you in the balls”.

“Why do you always assume the worst of me” he giggled, and you just sent him an expressive stare.

“… then prove me wrong”.

And prove you wrong he did, mostly when the themes of your conversation shifted onto Shelley, where you couldn’t help but recognize a softer side of Roman, even smiling slightly, during the conversation, and although you hadn’t certainly lost the utter chaotic impression you had about Roman, but you couldn’t help but believe that there was something more behind it.

Something almost sweet.

He also brought you back home (strangely by time) and you stood in his vintage car, some kind of awkward silence falling between you two, as if it was spurring you both to act up, but you were waiting for the other to do the first move.

You ended up being the first one to move, but the start of your discourse was immediately stopped by Roman, who simply grabbed gently your face in his hands, muttering a soft “may I?” on your lips, and although you weren’t meant for chaos, your body somehow leaned closer to him, and conquered the distance between you two.

It was a soft kiss, not lasting more than a few seconds, and Roman cradled your face so softly and although you were thankful for his carefulness you didn’t like it in the slightest, and the second kiss, the one you initiated, was more forceful, your tongue trying to enter his mouth, and he tightened lightly his grip onto your hips, pushing you closer.

You battled for a few minutes, till you gave up and let him taste you.

Lights in your house went up, shortly after you broke apart, and you took it as your clue to go back inside, smiling slightly at him.

“… see you, tomorrow, (Y/N)” he smirked, kissing softly your cheeks, meanwhile he also helped you out.

“See you, tomorrow Roman”.

#roman godfrey #roman godfrey reader #roman godfrey x reader #roman godfrey imagine #roman godfrey fic #roman godfrey fluff #roman godfrey drabble #roman godfrey blurb #roman godfrey x fem! reader #roman godfrey fem reader #roman godfrey fanfiction #roman godfrey one shot #roman godfrey oneshot #roman godfrey fan fic #roman godfrey fanfic #hemlock grove #hemlock grove imagine #hg

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I Waited Until My 18th Birthday to Watch the First Episode of Game of Thrones... Here are My Thoughts

When Game of Thrones first premiered, I was nine-years-old. The only show I was truly into at the time was Doctor Who. So, when I started to become truly interested in the series this last year, I wanted to do something special. After managing to wandering my way through the internet without seeing spoilers, I decided to watch the very first episode on my 18th birthday (today... January 7th).

This post is going to be a bunch of rambling. I want to jot down my thoughts as I have them. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get time stamps. Enjoy my nonsense. (I seriously am going to sound so dumb)

1:45- I hope all the sets are as pretty as the snowy landscape. That looks like Narnia.

3:30- That’s a lot of dead bodies... and a dead child, damn. They aren’t scared of anything.

4:14- Well... Wildlings. I’ll remember that term.

4:54- This guy seems like a dick.

5:29- I’m sorry.... the dead bodies MOVED?!

6:29- WAS THAT THE WHITE WALKER THING I HEAR ABOUT ALL THE TIME?! 

6:55- The child moved... gross

7:59- What an opening... also, I get why people like the theme song... that’s gorgeous...

9:12- These families and this map will make sense to me soon... right? I don’t wanna ask anymore dumbass questions.

10:20- I just really love Richard Madden, alright?

10:55- I recognize a lot of these faces, which is good.

11:46-ish- I cannot remember the youngest girls name is but she’s already my favorite.

13:00- I knew that was a White Walker!

14:20- The lack of music here is so clever

15:44- Is Ned Stark always this quiet?

17:55- I’ve gotten one house symbol down.

18:40- Richard Madden holding little pups... the perfect birthday present

19:28- Ooo... the famous throne.

25:41- I remember the little blonde dude. I think his death is the only spoiler I’ve ever seen.

28:31- Arya... Arya is my favorite so far

31:07- There’s the sex thing that I have heard so much about.

34:03- At least they’re clearing up the names and places

38:01- I forgot that Jason Momoa was in this show! 

41:01- Sansa... I’ve been watching for 40 minutes and I can already tell that you definitely would not want your dad to say yes.

47:05- I don’t why this guy stands so close to the people he talks to but he looks like Prince Charming from Shrek

49:23- I care more for Jon Arryn than any of the Lannisters so far

53:29- THIS MAN BROUGHT BOOKS!

54:15- And Magister brought dragon eggs. Fun. That’s foreshadowing.

57:something- Oh. No. I did not like that scene. But it was less graphic than a similar scene in Hemlock Grove... so that’s good.

1:00:12- Incest. I heard about that one but I couldn’t remember which family it was.

1:01:12- Did they deadass just kill that kid?

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Okay, I get the hype. I’ll probably keep watching. At least for a little bit to see how I feel about it. Thank you if you read this far. Have a good evening! Also, if I spelled something wrong, please tell me.

#game of thrones #rambling #winter is coming #tv show #random thoughts #this was a mess of a post #happy birthday to me

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The sheer privilege of that reply to your post @camelotpark is staggering in its entitlement.  

A person came into a show about a Latino character, which the production said was about a Latino character, which the actors said was about a Latino character, which the narrative said was about a Latino character, and said “I wasn’t a fan of Scott’s actions sure, but I didn’t dislike him or hate him.”  

People like this came into a show where the first season was focused on the Latino character being attacked and hunted, where the second season was focused on the Latino character trying to navigate a war, where the the third season was focused on him rising to a leadership position, and the only thing they could draw from this is that he ‘wasn’t innocent.’

But it’s absolutely wrong to suspect that these people are influenced by racism.

Anyone has the right to respond to me until I don’t want to put up with their ad hominem bullshit.  But when they used an argument that has been clearly influenced by racism, I have the right to call them out on it.  If you look at how Teen Wolf was presented, at how the characters spoke, at what conclusions it drew, Derek Hale was never supposed to be the hero in the first two seasons.  He wasn’t.   They literally had other characters tell him this to his face!  

By the way this phrase – “ how Scott was not the innocent puppy with a certain naivety I actually had envisioned” – is an example of racist influence in action.  There was no evidence that Scott was an innocent puppy, except to people who wanted to focus on the white characters as the more important more relatable ones. “Innocent puppy” is a character that doesn’t have to be paid attention to, doesn’t have to be listened to, and might be amusing in it’s oh-so-adorable way.  But that character is never the focus of tragedy, of horror, or even of growth.  The ‘innocent puppy’ is the character who gets sent to the little kid’s table while the adults talk.

That isn’t Teen Wolf.  That was never Teen Wolf.

The production and Scott fans never indicated he was innocent, and they certainly never said he was a puppy.  What happened, to my eyes, was that you came in with the – yes! it’s racist – idea that Derek was the really important character, the true motive force behind the narrative, and Scott existed to “learn the lessons” Derek had to teach him, instead, as the narrative kept insisting to fandom’s disbelieving eyes, of the other way around.   ___ Actually, I didn’t come into the show with any expectations at all since I started watching two years ago, when the show was done. I never saw articles or TV commercials (I don’t watch TV, I watch online streaming on my computer so no commercials) and I certainly didn’t hear about any hypes here in the Netherlands but that’s probably because I’m in my thirties and thus don’t attend school to get any talks about it. I was browsing shows to watch, came across season 6 of TW and was like, hmm, werewolves, maybe that’s interesting? I never liked werewolves much until Hemlock Grove. So I started on season one. And honestly, the first episode didn’t have me hooked... I didn’t like the young faces of the actors, didn’t think any of the characters spoke to me much except Melissa McCall (Loved her in Chicago Fire and Walking Dead). But I soldiered through a few more episodes. It was pretty clear to me Derek wasn’t the really important character, I mean, most of the first episodes he was lurking in the background not saying much. He was brought into the show as seemingly the bad guy who had bitten Scott and I certainly wasn’t a fan of his lack of talking and explaining.Unfortunately, I always seem to like the brooding bad boy types and as the show went on and Derek was constantly put into bad situations when he tried to do the right thing (Also due to his lack of communicating) and more of his past came to light. I wasn’t a fan of Stiles, his ADHD was badly overplayed with the abuse of his meds and the gangling hyper ape Stiles appeared to be in season 1.  I never thought Derek was the force behind the lessons Scott had to learn, I mean, Scott made it pretty obvious he wasn’t interested in learning anything from Derek and Derek was not a very helpful nor patient teacher. I think over the seasons they did learn from one another but they were both dealing with the situations at hand, one they both had been forced in, as well as all other characters from TW. Derek learned to not see killing as the only solution thanks to Scott and as Derek evolved into his own character more and more, I liked him more. After season 4 I was sold, I wanted to write as Derek Hale (I’m a roleplayer and sometimes muses just feel right. Derek Hale felt right) and I rewatched the show many times since the first time to be able to get writing as Derek right.  Also, putting Scott as innocent puppy isn’t said to be him to the sidelines. Why can’t a leading hero not be that? Why do you have the instant notion that it makes Scott less of a leading man because of my wording? You’re putting words in my mouth, and you have a habit of doing that, it’s why you blocked me in the first place, because I went against you. To me, and that’s how I viewed Scott before I was forced to look closer to his actions, he did come off as naive and innocent. He was a teen, and that’s how he acted, and he was all about saving people and not killing them (Unfortunately Scott’s ways got more killed but that wasn’t something he realized), he had those moments where he appeared innocent with big eyes and big smile, a pup since he was a teen and wolves are lupine but I guess I should have said cub? A youngster not prepared for what he was thrown into. Like when he pointed out to Allison and Kira how they mom-ed him, and the I’m the hot girl scene or the juice scene. Those kind of scenes were cute to me. I haven’t watched season 5 and 6, I sped through it once so I can’t speak on those seasons. First 4 seasons, that’s how Scott appeared to me, and there’s nothing dismissive about it.  So what entitlement did I show? That I disliked being called out (Like other Sterek fans) that we’re the problem in this Fandom Peace post? That I pointed out that my first introduction to Scott Stans was aggressive towards me and insulting and me wonder if I wanted to stick around? You interpreted my words to your own liking, made assumptions about me which weren’t correct and that’s how you spoke to me. You were wrong.

#teen wolf discussion

[darlingsdontdie]

New Yandere, Whump, and Dark Shipping Blog: Requests FAQ

Hey! So before I start writing and creating, I thought I'd get some common questions answered and out of the way! If you are concerned about your request or are unsure of its content, please first check this post before directly messaging me.

Request Content

Q: What kinds of requests do you fill?

A: I will fill almost any type of request! But here are some specific options with set structures and examples.

Headcanon Requests (bulleted, length depending on ask, ex: "Can I get headcanons for Requested Character with a short girlfriend?")

Scenario Requests (bulleted, LDOA, ex: "Can I get a scenario for if Requested Ship were getting married?")

Drabble Requests (prose, LDOA, ex: "Can I request a drabble about RC being worried when their darling is sick?")

Playlist Requests (list of songs, 1-5 song limit, ex: "Do you have 4 songs for a jealous RC?")

Graphic Requests (edit style, 1-4 images, ex: "Could you make a graphic for yandere RC with this item or quote?")

Aesthetic Requests (moodboard style, image with 6-9 sections, ex: "Can I get an aesthetic for dark!RS?")

Prompt Requests (list of brainstormed dialogue and short sentences, LDOA, ex: "Do you have dialogue prompts for RC kidnapping their darling?")

Plot Bunny Requests (short prose paragraphs or bulleted, LDOA, ex: "I want to write about yandere RC surprising their darling but don't know how or why. Are there are any plot bunnies you can give me?").

New! RP Idea Requests (selection of 1-4 short rp-style bios/plots/starters, LDOA, ex: "Do you have any yandere rp ideas for Requested Fandom ocs?")

New! Fancast Requests (moodboard or edit style, 2-9 images per RC/RS, ex: "Who would you cast as yandere RC(s)?")

New! Faceclaim Recommendation Requests (bulleted list of names with short explanations or reasons, LDOA, ex: "My yandere OC is tall, has dark hair, and soft features. He acts friendly but is the violent type. Can I have a few fcs?")

Requests that don't specify will be answered with a bulleted list or possibly a short paragraph. There may be times I'm willing to fill some requests but not others due to time constraints, but that doesn't mean I won't ever fill them!

Fandom requests involving AUs and crossovers are welcome (ex: "Headcanons of how yandere Naruto in a wild west AU?" or "Headcanons about what would happen if yandere Ten and yandere Crowley fell for the same person?"), as are original requests based on existing media (ex: "Can I get headcanons about a popular girl type who has a Breakfast Club experience and ends up going yandere for the criminal?" or "Can you write a drabble about a yandere whose story is like this music video?").

Q: What characters do you write for?

A: I'll write for any character that I am familiar with, with a few exceptions for characters I'm aware of but uncomfortable with. To get started, here's a list of fandoms that I have a solid handle on!

Anime (Naruto, Ouran High School Host Club, Death Note, Hetalia, etc.)

Western Animation (Archer, Castlevania, She-Ra: Princesses of Power, etc.)

DC and Marvel Comics

Star Wars (no New Trilogy - Originals, Prequels, Clone Wars, & Legends only)

Other Major Film Franchises (Pirates of the Caribbean, the MCU, James Bond, etc.)

Harry Potter and related properties

Percy Jackson and related properties

Hunger Games and related properties

Twilight and related properties

A Song of Ice and Fire (willing to try TV canon but much more familiar with Book canon)

Crime Dramas (Barry, Good Girls, Hannibal, Mr. Robot, Revenge, etc.)

Historical Drama (Vikings, The Tudors, Les Miserables, The Borgias, Downton Abbey, Peaky Blinders, Taboo, etc.)

Science Fiction and Fantasy TV/Lit (Star Trek TOS/AOS; Doctor Who, New Who only; Merlin; Good Omens; Lucifer; Galavant, etc.)

Horror-Thriller TV/Lit (American Horror Story, The Haunting of Hill House, Hemlock Grove, Alias Grace, etc.)

Sitcoms (familiar with Friends, all the Michael Schur products, Community, That 70s Show, Jane the Virgin, Schitt's Creek, Superstore, IASIP, and others)

Teen Dramas (Teen Wolf, Pretty Little Liars, Freaks and Geeks, Glee, etc., but no Riverdale)

Chinese and Korean Dramas (A Korean Odyssey/Hwayugi, Meteor Gardens, A Love So Beautiful, What's Wrong With Secretary Kim, Romance Is a Bonus Book, My First First Love, Black, etc.)

Video Games (Assasain's Creed, Portal 2, Fire Emblem, AFK Arena, Professor Layton, etc.)

Something that's not here can still be requested - I'm familiar with a lot of media and do my best to keep up.

As I implied above, I am also happy to write for original characters. Whether that means you telling me about your own OCs, or me creating my own characters for you down the line, either is great.

I will NOT be writing RPF or RPS. I do not approve of real person shipping and real person fiction makes me uncomfortable - if that's what you're looking for, there are a huge number of other blogs that will cater to your needs directly. Which leads me into...

Prohibited Requests, and Non-Yandere Content

Q: Will you fill every request you get?

A: I'll fill requests that interest me and that I feel comfortable posting, and that will probably be most of them! I am really excited to get started. But I still reserve the right to refuse a prompt - I'm writing for free, so no one is entitled to have their ask filled. If I choose to deny your prompt, I will answer privately and, if the issue is with content, update the blog so it's made clear that the type of prompt is not taken.

Q: What is and isn't allowed to be requested?

A: To be honest, most stuff is allowed and some stuff isn't. There's a lot of ground to cover here, so I've divided it based on the nature of the concern.

Q: Do you accept NSFW/SFW requests?

A: I'll do NS and SFW work, but I've got more experience with SFW content. This doesn't mean I do it exclusively, just that I won't think to go NS unless you mention it. Specify for NS and it'll be included happily!

Q: Do you accept violent requests?

Violence against non-SO characters and dub-con is okay always, as is situational or over-the-top violence, even murder, involving SOs (ex: "the yandere and their darling are soldiers on opposite sides of the war" or "the yandere saws off their darling's legs so they have to carry them everywhere").

However, there is some tricky area with violent fantasies. If I think the content strays too close to serious physical domestic abuse, then I'll likely deny the request. This is partially why I prefer requests that get violent to focus on non-SO targets, so if it doesn't matter to you, that's almost guaranteed to get a response.

Non-con I can mention and discuss in headcanon posts and possibly prompt lists, but I will not be writing drabbles or scenarios for non-con prompts.

Q: Do you accept kink requests?

A: It will depend on the type and whether I feel morally and psychologically comfortable with it. For example, hypnosis, size kink, gender stuffing, BDSM, roleplay, etc., are all currently accepted because they don't seem to affect me in a negative way. I am willing to do ships for cousins and step family, as well. However, I will not under any circumstances deal with r*ceplay, p*dophilia, fetishizing of trans people or people of color, or inc*stplay, and I will not be doing ship work for anyone more closely related than cousins, including but not limited to siblings, parents (blood or adopted), or aunts and uncles. None of this is negotiable. I am willing to consider AUs where two characters aren't family, or non romantic yandere behavior between family, but even then, the request's on thin ice. Anything super unhygienic or illness related is probably something I won't be interested in not as a rule or for moral reasons but just because it can exacerbate my anxiety and OCD. I also do not fill prompts related to minors at all, be it explicit/adult/sexual content or otherwise. Requests for characters who are minors will have them aged up unless otherwise specified - in which case you will promptly be blocked.

Q: Can I request a dark imagine that is not yandere related?

A: Of course! Just make sure to be specific about what you want from it.

Q: Can I request a ship or character imagine that isn't yandere or dark?

A: Yes, though I won't promise it'll be what you're looking for. I fall towards horror, thriller, and angst when I write, regardless of my intentions.

Q: Can I request something that's not ship or character imagine related?

A: Sure, I'd be honored, but again, I don't promise to fulfill every request. This blog is intended to be stress relief, self indulgence.

How to Make a Request

Q: How do I contact you for requests?

A: Asks, messages, replies on my original posts, and even more casual things like tagging me in yandere or writing related posts are all great ways to interact with me!

Q: When do you accept requests?

A: Requests will be opened or closed depending on how busy I am and whether I'm caught up on them.

Currently, requests are closed. However, I've decided that requests are reopened on my days off. The days should be listed in my bio.

Q: Do you accept anonymous requests?

A: Yes, I do! I also will not publish asks from users unless the user specifically clarifies that they are okay with it, just in case the user sent the ask from their blog on accident. User asks that aren't specified as safe to publish will be responded to privately when the request is filled.

Q: How will I know my request is filled?

A: As stated above, anonymous asks and user asks clarified as safe to publish will be published with a response. User asks without any clarification will be responded to privately. Anonymous asks asking for privacy for any reason will not be published. Messages will also get a reply. Users who send requests that are kept private will not be tagged unless you ask me to. Users with published asks will always be tagged in the final post, but it is totally okay to ask me to change or erase the tag! Other than this, checking for posts is up to the requester.

Other Kinds of Interaction

Q: Is there anyone who you don't want interacting with your blog?

A: Anyone complicit in nazism, racism, transphobia, homophobia, misogyny, xenophobia, pedophilia/MAPs, or any other politicized violence against a people is uneqivocally not welcome to engage with my work. I also have a zero tolerance policy for true crime fans who support or absolve serial killers. Please respect this - anyone who doesn't will be blocked. Anyone who pushes the issue will be reported.

Q: What about kink or otherkin blogs?

A: Honestly, I don't know much about either community. As of now, I'm fine with interaction. I'd ask that I not receive any kin related requests, because I am not familiar with the concept, community, and issues accompanying. Kinks can be requested but as stated above, are not guaranteed to be filled. Please don't bring discourse or discourse related requests here. I am not equipped to or interested in getting involved. If that changes, I have a main and other side blogs. This blog will never be a place for it.

Q: Are you okay if we interact with you or send you asks and messages that aren't requests?

A: Absolutely! I would love to talk with you. I am always interested in discussing any of the topics covered on this blog, or anything else for that matter! I pride myself on trying to be not just nice, but kind, and hopefully that comes through in every interaction. However, I'll expect the same courtesy from anyone who'd reach out to me, or use my posts to communicate to others for that matter. Anyone who doesn't will be, you guessed it, blocked. Anyone who pursues it further, yeah, will be reported.

Q: You have a lot of rules about requests and interaction, but you don't seem to post much and you aren't very active. Is this all just awkward and formal overkill, or is there a point?

A: I've explained all of this clearly, in as an accessible way as I can think of, because I want to eliminate the potential for drama, confusion, and other misunderstandings.

Online communities tend to be chock-full of plenty and I do not, nor does anyone who visits, need another reason to be tired. I'm not detailing all of this upfront because I expect to be very popular, or because I like listening to myself talk for paragraphs on end. I don't want a theoretical lack of information to be used to hurt either myself or others, though some of it shouldn't have to be spelled out in the first place.

But considering how ridiculously easy it is to misinterpret each other online, and how much of a disadvantage neuroatypical people like myself are when things are left just implicit rather than made what you could argue as exhaustingly explicit, I figured a crazy FAQ was a small price to pay for a peaceful environment.

TLDR: it certainly might be overkill, but that doesn't mean there is no point to it.

Q: What should requesters and followers call you anyways?

A: I'm fine with my username. If you're going for a different vibe, Red or Darlings sounds nice too. If you can come up with something catchier, feel free to try!

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On that note, I also may be slow going when it comes to requests. All I can do is promise to put a lot of thought into my replies, even though speed is not guaranteed. Any other questions can be asked directly, and I would be more than happy to answer them!

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #naruto imagines #mcu imagines #male yandere #yandere suggestions #yandere aesthetic #darlingsdontdie's content #darlingsdontdie's FAQ

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Tag Challenge – Get to Know Me!

Tagged by @lavanyas04 (thank you so much!)

Rules: you have to answer all the questions and tag 10 friends after you’ve finished.

How tall are you? 5'0. I know, I’m small asf.

What style and colour is you hair? Frizzy, medium-length hair that literally cannot be tamed unless I tie some of it back. I dyed it brown in October last year, so my natural hair color (black) is showing.

What color are your eyes? Brown-ish black. Dunno how to describe it, but depending on the lighting, it’s either brown or black.

Do you wear glasses? Yep! Corrective lenses for my shitty eyesight.

Do you have braces? Nope, but I definitely need them. Probably not gonna get them for a while though.

What is your fashion sense? I’m a hoe for comfy jeans and a cool, graphic tee. Literally though, I only ever get or wear dresses for the holidays, and even that’s become a rarity. As of late, I’ve been wearing palazzo pants and boyfriend jeans, and I often pair them with either a graphic tee or a simple, somewhat professional-ish looking top.

When were you born? October 8, 2000.

Where are you from and where do you live? Born and raised in the Philippines! Not really happy about the country’s state rn though :((

What school do you go to? Incoming sophomore in college! I’m not going to say the whole name, but its initials are UST.

What kind of student are you? Quiet, though I definitely babble when the subject interests me, plus I usually try to approach the professors when they’re free if I have any questions. Still pretty weak in memorization though, so yikes.

Do you like school? Sometimes. I like the air of competitiveness it gives some of us, but at the same time, I hate the pressure they put on us to get good grades instead of actually learning.

Favourite subject? English, but if I have to pick from the subjects in uni, I’d say Theories of Personality.

How many languages do you speak? Two! English and Filipino, though I do plan to learn Kapampangan and Spanish.

Favourite show/s? Hemlock Grove, and also this Filipino telenovela called Sino ang Maysala? (Translation: Who is at Fault?)

Favourite book/s? As of right now? The Tattooed Heart by Michael Grant.

Do you have any regrets? Who doesn’t?

Dream job? Clinical psychologist, forensic psychologist, author, scriptwriter. One of the four, because I deadass can’t make up my mind.

Do you want to get married? N O P E

Do you want to have children? Do dogs count?

If so, how many? Imma be real with you, I imagine myself living in a hugeass mansion with my twenty dogs that I treat as my children.

Do you like going shopping? It depends, but usually, yes.

What’s the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had? … I don’t remember any of my dreams.

What countries have you visited? I’ve never gone outside the country before lmao. Cons of not having a passport y’all.

Do you believe in miracles? Maybe.

How are you? Kinda meh, a little stressed because my dog got scratched by a stray cat a while ago.

Tagging these wonderful people: @marveloucnco @erickspretend1 @quierick @mamacamacho @richukisbb @smoljoelito @peaceing-sleepfully @ella-se-vuelve-loca @whymyeyeslikethat @besosdecnco 

(if you guys already did this, then I’m sorry for the inconvenience!)

#annie babbles #holy shit I got tagged?? #annie gets on the bandwagon

[psychoangiethings]

The Bloodline [Roman Godfrey x Reader]

Warning: Adult themes & language, murder

Other tags: Magic, friends to lovers, slow build, nightmares, witches, upirs

Summary: After very suspicious car crash that killed both of her parents, Abigail Wolff moves in with her aunt to Hemlock Grove only to discover a truly interesting family history which her father kept from her. As she awakens her powers, something much older and terrifying is coming after her. Or maybe not after her at all.

Chapter 8

Masterlist

Chapter 9 - Drive faster

15th December 2016

It was early in the evening when I yelled into the house I'm going for a run which was a code for practising in the forest.  In every grimoire I read that every witch has to be in perfect balance with nature so I thought how will I get there? The answer was really simple, all I had to do was let my power flow through me with my hands in the ground and try to feel the life and power of earth. Just to get on the same page without hurting anyone or myself, get to know each other. It became easier when I was deeper in the forest, not afraid of someone walking onto me.

So, wearing my oldest pants, that once had beatiful dark blue colour, and shirt with long sleeves and a thin vest, I went out. During those days I tried to go there as many times as possible, to gain my balance. I even found a place that reminded me of Amira and her battle. Well, kind of. I sat down in a circle I made of stones earlier and sighed. The stones were signaling me where I felt good and in harmony.

For no reason I recalled my dialogue with Peter few weeks ago when I went to him because I really needed to know what did he know. About me, about supernatural and what was he willing to share.

"What are you doing here?" Peter told me leaning against the doorframe, hair dishevelled wearing only pants. "I don't have time for you," he mumbled and tried to close the door.

I grabbed it with my hand. "And I'm not convinced, so let me in." He did. Obviously not thrilled but offered a beer anyway and when I declined he opened it for himself.Inside the trailer looked slightly better. Still I got the impression of being able to quickly grab your important stuff and leave the town if shit hits the fan. Smart thinking.

Peter sat on the sofa in front of me and sighed. "So?"

"So I put one and one together. Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"Straight to the point. Fair enough. You have to be more specific. Didn't tell you what?" He took another sip and relaxed into the sofa.

"I wondered why Erika invited your mother and then it hit me. She knows about Erika. She knows about me. So what are you? Gypsy witches?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not joking, Peter. I'm fed up with half-truths and lies, so tell me what are you, people? Or should I look at that myself?" I said and pointed with a finger at my right eye.

"I knew the difference the moment I saw you that day with Roman. Wondered why you have that and what does it do," he mumbled and lit up a cigarrete. "Just look at me and tell me what do you see."

I could tell he was curious but so was I. Besides my hallucinations I've never used it for its rightful purpose. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to shut it down too. Maybe it was time to find out. "Lerath ma garem. Open, my eye." Even hours and hours of practising couldn't prepare me for what I saw. There was the slightest hint of wolfish ears created by white smoke above his head and in front of his face there was a wolf's face with dark eyes and bared teeth. "O-okay?" I breathed out nervously and sat down on the table's corner. "So, werewolf, then?" I reached out to the smoke as he nodded, curious if it was solid or my hand would go trough. It did, but wolf opened its mouth as if he wanted to bite me, then the tongue came out and 'licked' my palm. I shivered and closed my eyes.

"What do you see? What did you do?"

"Your wolf side. It's acting on its own behalf."

That day I discovered part of the truth and wasn't ready to use my eye again. If I was able to see under the surface of supernatural beings, to see what they truly were, what else I was capable of? It scared me to death as much as I didn't know how to turn it off. After visiting Peter I kept staring on the ground because I didn't want to see and the following day I woke up, it was gone. I needed to learn how to shut it down plus tomorrow was my first day on Hemlock Grove High School. It would be shitty if something happened, right? If Roman started a gossip about a girl who lived with her aunt after her parents died and didn't show up at school right away, probably because of sulking and drowning in depression, I would be freak from the moment I'd stepped on the school ground.

Right, Roman. Alongside with Peter I didn't saw him at all. Lynda barely showed at our house and Erika... Well, let's say we had a few dialogues about important things -my powers, who's Amira and what the hell were those shadows, my right eye - and the shitty ones - what do you want to wear to school tomorrow? Should I give you a ride or pick you up?

Erika didn't know who was Amira or what was the meaning of my right eye. She didn't saw werewolves as I did so that sucked and even one of our oldest grimoires didn't mention this ability. Or Amira. While reading all those pages I got frustrated. There was absolutely nothing that would help me against that prick from my dream and it seemed that evil forces went radio silent. No attacks, no dreams, no nothing!

"Well, maybe he'll be like Voldemort. He will wait for his attempt to kill me till the end of the year." That was my way to coping with things. Sarcasm and irony. And my balance was getting a bit off. "Sorry, sorry. Less talking and more focusing, got it," I mumbled and closed my eyes.

×

Waking up next morning was a great pain in the ass. No, I didn't overslept. Basically I slept only four hours and woke up whole hour before my alarm. And since laying in bed wasn't my thing, I got up to prepare myself and got some food in me. Since I moved in here, during the last weeks I walked throughalmost whole town so I knew my way to school. The beauty of this town was there were no ugly yellow buses. If you had a car, you could use it, or walk there or be ashamed for the rest of your life and be remembered as the kid whose parents drove him to school everyday. I chose option B. Getting there on my feet wasn't something hard even though overwhelming majority of teenagers in Hemlock Grove drove a car. So when I picked up my bag and decided to go I still got plenty of time before it even started. Not wanting to face Erika that morning got me determined to avoid her at all costs. I've had my share of nervous talking and stupid questions yesterday.

Hemlock Grove High School was nice looking building. Erika told me earlier to go straight to principal's office, just to introduce myself and got my schedule. Saying principal was thrilled to see me would be a bit strong word. Maybe excited and definitely curious. I patiently answered every question - in a way - and then got annoyed. Wanting to know a student in a few minutes is telling something about you. Firstly - you're just curious. Secondly - you couldn't find a single filth so you want to know if the person in question is really an angel. Or in my case, you wait with dropping the bomb to the end.

"I am really sorry for what happened to you, but here you can have a new beginning, find a new friends. No one here knows about what happened, so you can relax." Well, obviously someone knows, I wanted to add but said only thanks and got out of the office.

While looking in the schedule I knew shit about what room was where and walked past the big terrarium with a snake at least three times till I gave up, leaned against it and started a monolog with school snake. This day couldn't get even worse.

"Hey there, Wolff." Correction - it could and in that moment just did. It came from behind me and I would recognize that voice anywhere. Roman fucking Godfrey. "Don't tell me you can talk with snakes too. For most would be enough your eyes to call you a witch," he joked and stopped in front of me.

"Yeah, they also called freckles the Devil's mark. So," I gave him a forced smile and looked at my schedule again. Fucking chemistry.

"I'm not even surprised you know this kind of thing."

I almost forgot how persistent he was. I wasn't convinced every rich and spoiled child was bad, no. I was convinced that the money and power they had made them capable of anything and their counting on contacts they had in higher places made them dangerous. Roman grew up in those circles, even those fucking pretty green eyes were telling 'Look, I'm a trouble but I promise you will enjoy it'. Nope, nothing for me.

"You know where's the chemistry classroom?" I asked instead with a sigh and tried to calm myself. The last thing I needed was blow this day and reveal myself as a witch.

"I'll come with you. I've got that too."

Of course I was going to the same class as he did. I groaned. It was getting better and better.

×

For better or worse I did manage to ignore him for most of the classes. Some we shared, some we didn't. And students of Hemlock Grove High School couldn't care less about me which was nice change. So my first day was rather boring. In the middle of our biology class I decided to shorten my time with a little walk to school bathrooms and back. Since it was last class of the day I doubted our teacher would let me. But he did and wasn't making some stupid remarks how soon the class will end and how I'm not some five year old child so I can wait.

Surprisingly, I stood in front of big white door with 'GIRLS' in shock. Not because the door was made out of some freakingly rare wood, or the notice on door was written badly. There was this moaning, again. Just to made myself sure I slightly opened the door and looked inside. Only one cubicle was closed and inside was definitely more than one person.

"Ah, yes! Right there!" A breathy moan filled whole bathroom. O-okay, so the 'BOYS' it is then. As I was closing the door again, my eyes dropped to the floor where I saw feet with a very expensive shoes. Looked familiar, though. Where did I-

"Yes! Oh, Roman!"

"What the fuck?" I so not whispered but it certainly wasn't that loud and closed the door, which kind of louder was. So he is a manwhore. Fucking girls in his car in empty parking lot, fucking them during class in school. I made disgusted noise and went back to the class.

After the bell ringed for the end of class, which was almost in the moment I came back in classroom, I tried not to think about what I heard and saw. He really had some balls to fuck around in school.

And I wasn't fucking looking where I was going, that's how I much wanted to get out so I bumped in someone. With the corner of my eye I saw bandaged hands and a phone on some kind of string. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I wasn't looking,"  I mumbled and carried on.

Finally able to breath outside, I tried to get around other students who were laughing and making plans for the rest of the day. I didn't get very far, still on school ground as car pulled over before me. A small retro red Jaguar. The driver rolled down the window.

"You have to be kidding me! Seriously, Godfrey?"

He just grinned and raised one of his eyebrows. "Hop in, I'll give you a ride."

I crossed my arms. "No, thanks. I know what kind of rides do you give and I think I'll pass."

"C'mon, Wolff."

"What if I catch something?"

"Like what?"

"Like some kind of disease. Who knows what're you doing in there." I looked around and realized some students were curiously watching us.

"Don't make a scene and get your ass in here."

"Fine."

Surprisingly there was no awkward silence in the car. Still I cheekily started to play with buttons of his car radio. He frowned a bit but said nothing. "What? I'm not riding with you in total silence," I justified my actions and then relaxed in my seat. It was nice car, comfortable and totally out of my league.

"You have the oddest luck to walk on me in the most peculiar moments," he said after a while and looked at me. I indicated with my hands he should be watching the road and not me.

"I wouldn't call it a luck but yeah. I've heard enough for the rest of my life I think."

"Ah, don't be a prude."

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "I'm not! I just think you have some serious balls if you're whoring aroung in public places."

"Who's saying I'm whoring? I don't have a girlfriend."

"Sorry, I meant sleeping around, then," I corrected myself sarcastically and looked out of window. The forest was completely different in day time but something wasn't quite right. In the road curve I thought I saw a man, standing there somewhere. What? I moved closer to the window and looked to the both sides but nothing.

Amira.

"Godfrey?" I asked weakily, colour disappearing from my face.

He hummed in answer and when I wasn't saying anything he quickly turned his head to me. "You okay? Sick or something?"

How could he not feel the coldness? The sudden sickening feeling. A shiver ran down my spine. Maybe it was a witch thing? "No. Drive faster."

Something dangerous flicked in his eyes as he grinned and stepped on the gas.

#hemlock grove #hemlock grove fanfiction #roman godfrey x reader #roman godfrey/ofc #Roman Godfrey #demons #witches #soul #upirs #peter rumancek

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Decline of Hemlock Grove

Okay, so let me talk honestly for a second. I know noone probably cares about Hemlock Grove anymore, but I just watched it all in few days and I need to get something down. Also you will probably find a lot of mistakes, but I am jist too lazy to read this again to correct them.

So I’ve red some posts and I followed some accounts and it seems everyone was angry about the ending. Maybe not angry, but definitely not satisfied. I understand that, but after some thinking I think it was right and I am honestly happy Hemlock Grove inly had three seasons. I’ll tell you why in a second. But first there are more topics I would like to get into.

First let’s talk about evolution of Roman Godfrey. I’m a simple girl and I was mesmerized. Such a basic bad boy, yet so attractive and just hot. There, I said. So in season one we are introduced to this young, handsome, rich boy with so much darkness in him. He’s in no way mature, but he acts un such an adult way. He’s taking drugs, smoking (it’s hot, I said I am a simle girl) and does so much wicked stuff that in a real world I would be disgusted. But fortunately this a fiction so I allowed myself to fall in love for a few days. And also he is an upir, a vampire. There is just something lying beneath the surface. Absolute loneliness that you just want to hug the hell out of him. He obeys and he destroys. He proves his love with hatred and it’s so dark and so beautiful. There is a little boy hiding inside of him. The ending of season one? So fucked up and so pure at the same time. My chin dropped to the ground and I was satisfied. I was just so ready for season 2. For Roman experiencing his upirism and I was so so so ready for blood baths. But no. We don’t get that. We get this boy without structure, sitting in a big chair and that’s it. So the Roman we knew in the furst season was dead. Don’t get me wrong Bill is still so pretty and stuff. But Roman? His habits, his badness was just replaced with a cold facade with nothing much under. Yes, we get some nice moments, but the depth is suddenly not so deep. And season three seems just like they didn’t know what to give us with Roman anymore. Like he is drained as a character. Maybe he grew up, maybe not. But if you really compare him to the Roman from season one you wouln’t recognize him. Again we get some nic moments, but there isn’t much of them. Makes me think that maxbe Olivia was the reason behind his greatness? I don’t know honestly. I would like to think not, because God knows I hate her. But if you think about his falling, then think what would happen if we got another season and another. I believe I would totally lose interest in him and I would hate that. And everyone was so unhappy about his death, but we all know it was unevideble. Hemlock Grove always had a thing with killing of many characters, that I honestly think didn’t bring the show any good. The deaths I mean, not the characters. But more about that later.

Okay so know let’s talk about the overall vibes. I would personally described Hemlock Grove like Vampire Diaries for those with stong stomach. They have a way with messed up and I love it. So much. So much, you dob’t even understand. For example Roman eating those paradites from that old mans body. Beutifully dosgusting. Or every single one of Peters turns into werewolf. Agony. And season one was so good, in my eyes, because we didn’t know yet. It was slower. It just went around and when you expected the least, suprise jumped at you and you just had to be mesmerized. I know I was. In season two tempo goes faster. I don’t if that is because there us less episodes, but then you get season three where I honestly could barely focuse. There was just too much taking place in every moment. Just too much. In first season we got this one lonely girl, these parenthood troubles, friendship and this one obsessed woman. But in season two we get a whole gang, too many victims we don’t have any relation with and it is getting too much. But hold your beer because in season three it’s another whole level and I just don’t know. It’s not bad. But you know. It’s not the same. This actually happens to a lot of shows and for some it works and for some it doesn’t. To my suprise my favorite character of season three was Pryce. Why I don’t know.

And lastly thare are those deaths. And I have to say I love unexpected death in a tv show. But when show purposefully kills almost every important character, it can be A) cruel but cool or B) just totally unnecessary. It’s cool, but it’s not so cool when they try to introduce new characters every season, so they can kill them of. It’s just not suprising anymore. When we got Annie, was there actually who believed for a moment that she would survive. No? I thought so, because that would be just stupid. Sorry. But how am I supossed to get invested in lifes O know will be lost? I don’t even have time to grow to them and I know, I KNOW, they will most probably die. And there we go with the death of Roman. He’s a bad guy. He was a bad guy for such a long time. And let me tell you something, maybe you know, maybe it will be a suprise, but in tv shows, bad guys, end up badly. There. You have it. Take Dexter, for example. So lovable, yet so bad (seriously bad), boom, ends up badly. Just with that sad look in your eyes, you can’t end up well. That just ruins it. If you want to leave an impression, if you want something people will remember, end up with death. Works almost every time. Game of thrones for example.

Do I would finish it with saying Hemlock Grove wasn’t a quality show. But it was a ride. You know. Not really well done, but at the same time, done so amazingly. Am I glad it ended up when and how it ended up? Hell no. I would give it two seasons and the second one I would change a little. But if I am not hypersensitive I am glad. I am so glad that they didn’t ruin it with other season. I am glad that those actors have now many opporzunities and I am glad those who died, died. It just wouln’t seem right if Roman lived, when Letha (she was the coolest) died.

Also does anyone know why had Femke her own costume designer? Just curious.

#hemlock grove #roman godfrey #peter rumancek #season one #netflix #season two #upir #upirisms #werewolf #bill skarsgard

[estelofimladris]

Queerness and Death in The Magicians by SE Fleenor (The Removed Syfy Article)

[ NOTE: This article is being reposted in its entirety because it was removed by the Syfy website where it was originally posted. I (estelofimladris) did not write it, but still had it open after its removal. Please read and enjoy - send the writer, S.E. Fleenor, some love if you can. ]

by S.E. Fleenor

SPOILERS FOR THE MAGICIANS SEASON 4 FINALE!

By now you already know that The Magicians’ Quentin Coldwater died in the Season 4 finale. Yes, D-E-D, dead. There’s no resurrection in the works and no trick of astral projection or Niffin state of higher being can bring sweet, depressed, narcissistic Quentin back.

The decision to kill off a major character — the major character, if the Lev Grossman novels still mean anything (they don’t) — is almost always controversial. But we live in the day and age of Game of Thronesand The Walking Dead and Thanos snapping half of the Avengers (and the universe) into nothingness. Any character could die at any moment (and sometimes all of the characters could die at any moment) and that’s the brave, new, kill-happy world our media is made in.

So, why does it matter that Quentin is dead?

Well, my friends, let’s revisit a little trope we like to call Bury Your Gays. Throughout media representations of queer folks, reaching back to 19th-century Victorian novels, the formula has been about the same: An LGBTQ+ character is introduced, they reveal their sexuality or an attraction to a specific person, and then they die, die, die, often horrifically. This trope is also called Dead Lesbian Syndrome due to the overwhelming number of queer women who have been slaughtered onscreen — not exactly the representation queer women have been begging for.

Back when archaic censorship laws ruled the page and the screen, writing about queer characters was taboo and the only way queer writers, or folks who wanted to create queer characters, could include LGBTQ+ characters was by portraying them unfavorably. Queer characters could exist, but only as a warning of what a “perverted” life would bring you. So, in order to get some kind of representation, LGBTQ+ characters had to suffer.

Sounds a little rough, huh? Like who would really bury their gays? Oh, just Buffy the Vampire Slayer, True Blood, The 100, The Walking Dead, The Expanse, Jessica Jones, Xena, Smallville, Battlestar Galactica, Hex, Torchwood, Hemlock Grove, Teen Wolf, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Dracula, The Vampire Diaries, Arrow, Salem, American Horror Story, Ascension, Lost Girl, Scream, The Shannara Chronicles, The Exorcist, Van Helsing, Doctor Who, Gotham, The Handmaid’s Tale, The Purge, and last but not least (and not for the first time): The Magicians.

Let it be noted that I have only included science fiction, fantasy, and horror TV shows on this list and only those that I know about. The list is much, much longer when you include non-genre TV shows and film. (Autostraddle has a very complete list of queer women on TV who have been killed off, for those of you who feel like being sad.)

Oh, did you recognize a bunch of queer-friendly shows in that list? Does that somehow feel like a violation of the promise made when a series goes out of its damn way to present itself as queer and feminist?

EXACTLY. And, that, my sweet babies, is why people are pissed about the death of Quentin Coldwater, generally speaking. We’re sick of seeing queer characters die over and over again. But, what specifically about the death of Quentin is so frustrating? I’m so glad you asked.

Full disclosure: I'm not going to get into the creators' rationale for killing off Quentin. I've read all the interviews with the creators and with Jason Ralph, who plays Quentin, and they all read like a whole lot of familiar BS. (At least Hale Appelman, who plays Eliot, gets it.)

In the first season of The Magicians, Quentin, Eliot, and Margot have a threesome. It’s the first time Quentin has sex with a man, as far as we know, and it’s the first time we see him start to confront his queerness. In Season 3’s “A Life in the Day,” Quentin and Eliot end up in a different Fillory, from before they were born, where they must solve an unsolvable puzzle. As they spend a lifetime working on the mosaic, they fall in love, raise a child, and make their queer family work. Upon returning to the main timeline, barely a word is spoken about their encounter, and queer folks everywhere braced ourselves for that experience to be treated as an anomaly from another timeline. (Another weird queer trope where characters get to be LGBTQ+, but only elsewhere or else when or, or, or…)

Season 4 brought unexpected twists and turns, such as Eliot being trapped inside his own mind by the Monster. With that, many a fan prepared to let Queliot rest. And, then “Escape from the Happy Place,” took us into Eliot’s mind and — after exploring a lot of deep trauma that has a particularly queer flavor to it — back to the day Eliot and Quentin came back from their lifetime in Fillory. As they sit on the steps of the throne room, Memory Quentin and Memory Eliot talk about what happened between them. Memory Quentin asks Memory Eliot why they shouldn’t try to be together, saying “Who gets proof of concept like that?”

Eliot kisses Memory Quentin hard on the mouth and then walks through the door that will allow him to take control of his body for a moment. In the real world, face to face with Quentin, Eliot gets a signal out that he’s still alive. He looks at Quentin and repeats the question Quentin had asked him, following it with, “Peaches and plums, motherf*cker.” When he realizes who he’s looking at, Quentin hesitates, a look of surprise and longing washing over his face.

This deeply emotional and compelling storyline appeared at the same time that Quentin finally officially rebuffed Alice’s advances, telling her he no longer wanted to be together, that he could never see her the same way again.

Then, after all that work, after all the maturation the characters undergo, the series undoes everything, shoehorning in a last-minute declaration of love between Quentin and Alice and killing off Quentin when he uses magic in the Mirror Realm, without ever seeing Eliot again. Quentin then goes to the Underworld branch of the library and meets with Penny 40 while reminiscing over his life and pondering over whether or not he died by suicide. (The treatment of suicide in the episode is problematic and deeply offensive.)

There are probably as many critiques of this ending as there are people who watched it, but I’m going to focus on the main issues that stood out to me.

The series has gone out of its way to confirm Quentin as queer and tease the possibility of a queer love story.

Queer viewers are used to surviving off subtext and tend to be fairly generous in what we’ll accept. Seriously, many a queer considers Thor: Ragnarok to be part of the queer canon when it’s not even implied onscreen that anyone is queer, and have you seen people shipping Carol and Maria in Captain Marvel? Maybe it’s because we’re used to being served scraps that the Bury Your Gays trope feels so pointed. Oh, you’re not happy with the almosts and the could-haves and the alternate timelines of queerness? Well, then we’ll make your characters queer and just murder ‘em right up.

After Season 3, The Magicians could have never acknowledged the relationship between Quentin and Eliot that takes place in another timeline or they could have shrugged and been like, “Must have been the opium in the air!” They’d already done as much with the threesome in Season 1 and all but ignoring Quentin's queerness in the episodes that follow. The series didn’t have to confirm that Quentin wanted to follow his attraction to Eliot and give being together a try. But, The Magiciansdid. The series took the time onscreen to show Eliot and Quentin kissing again, to show Eliot declaring his love for Quentin in their own code, and to show Quentin dedicate his time to helping Eliot get free.

Furthermore, how messed up is it that the series spends a significant amount of time dredging up the trauma of Eliot’s queer youth only to make him realize his biggest regret is how he treated Quentin, just for Quentin to be forced back into the closet? An episode that was deeply evocative and affirming of queerness smacks of voyeurism when taken in the context of the finale.

At the last minute, after confirming his queerness, the series forces a relationship between Quentin and Alice.

It’s hard not to see the last ditch shoving of Quentin and Alice together as an attempt to shove Quentin himself back in the closet. Season 4 shows Quentin rejecting and wanting to be apart from Alice, only for him to decide that he loves her and wants to give their relationship another try because? Honestly, I’m not sure what rationale he uses because it MAKES NO SENSE. And, what the hell does he think of imprisoned-in-his-own-body Eliot while making this decision? To judge from the series, not a whole hell of a lot.

It’s totally cool if queer or bisexual characters date people of different genders — that’s not the issue. The issue is that without a moment of hesitation, Quentin whiplashes from his lover who he knows is trapped by the Monster and cannot see, hear, or reach him to his ex-girlfriend who he has distanced himself from due to her selfish behavior.

In the context of his death, I like to call this particularly messed up turn of events “Bury Your Gays and Stomp On Their Graves” because all the work that had been done to show Quentin’s coming to terms with his own sexuality is undone shortly before he dies.

There are other ways to write a character off a series.

A lot of people fall back on bad faith arguments like: what is a show supposed to do when an actor no longer wishes to appear in the series?

The answer, of course, is: ANYTHING ELSE. They could have done literally anything else to write Quentin out of the show and release Jason Ralph from his commitment. The Magicians takes place in a world WHERE MAGIC EXISTS, where characters leave the main story to go on their own adventures, and where average human beings can become gods. There’s no excuse for falling into lazy storytelling and reifying a trope that has been well-documented and mourned for a long time.

In the novels, Quentin gets kicked out of Fillory and decides to use his discipline, minor mendings, to build a new world for himself and Alice. He essentially walks through a door and never comes back. THAT WOULD HAVE WORKED and it wouldn’t do the work of retraumatizing queer audiences.

It comes down to this: To ignore the wider implications of making a character specifically queer, having him return to his prior unhealthy relationship with a woman, and then killing him off is a disservice to queer people everywhere. It is, at once, a declaration of the meaninglessness of the queer experience and an unforgivable reminder of the expendability of queer lives.

Series like The Magicians (and before it, Buffy the Vampire Slayer) trade on their reputations as queer and feminist shows. We watch them for their powerful women and their kickass queer characters and their storylines that affirm the power of survival. And what do they give us in return? They bury their gays.

Does that mean that all LGBTQ+ characters should be immortal? The rational response would be: of course not. Up until today I may have agreed with that argument, but right now I’m feeling a little less generous. It’s 20-f*cking-19 and there is no excuse for Bury Your Gays to pop up in a progressive TV show. Maybe until series and creators who make their money off queer characters and queer fandom take responsibility for how they use the lives and bodies of queer people, maybe until then, all LGBTQ+ characters should be immortal.

I’m pretty damn sick of watching every character who loves like me, who looks like me, who explores the bounds of their sexuality like me, die. I’m sick of watching characters bust down the doors of the closets that held them back only to have their queerness erased or elided through their deaths. I’m sick of watching relationships between men and women blossom onscreen only to see queer relationships torn apart by death.

Queer people deserve happy endings. We deserve them in real life and we deserve to see them onscreen and we deserve them now.

Until that’s the norm, you better damn well consider any queer character you create immortal. Because if you don’t, we queers will f*cking haunt your basic ass.

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[sugardaddyskarsgard]

Hands Off

Requested: Yes/No by @kellysimaginesWarnings: 

NSFW, Oral (Fem receiving)

 Words: 1,437

Prompt: Landon invites you and Bill to a pool party and one of Bill’s Ex’s is there. She tells you some stuff and you and Bill thinks it’s his fault why you dint want to have sex anymore. 

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“Hey baby, how do you feel about going to a pool party?” Bill asks you, from his position laying on his side of the bed with his back against the headboard. “Depends.” You look at him skeptically from the floor, where you were painting your nails. “Do you remember when I worked on Hemlock Grove?” He looked at you. “Yeah, of course.” You nod. “Then you should remember Landon, my co-star?” He looked down from the bed at you. You nodded. “It’s his pool party.” he smiled. “If you want to go.” “I mean, yeah we aren’t doing anything.” You shrugged. “Great love, he said the party is in full swing but if goes till late, so we wouldn’t be missing much if we show up in about an hour or so.” He gets up and walks over to his dresser. “Okay, well I’ll start getting stuff together.” He nodded and went into the bathroom to change. 

 You walk downstairs and look in the downstairs bathroom for the sun lotion, you finally found it and put it in the pool bag you had pulled out of the hall closet on your way down the stairs. You walked back upstairs and put on your mustard yellow bikini and threw on your black cover up, you also slipped on your black sandals and laid back on the bed waiting for Bill. When he finally came out, you smiled at him. “Ready to go my love?” You looked up at him. He nodded and helped you off the bed, you grabbed the pool bag before you two walked downstairs to the car. When we arrive at the party, it’s in full swing. Everyone is dancing and drinking, and having a great time.

 Landon walks over to Bill and I. “Hey you two, long time no see!” He chuckles. “Well we did stop shooting Hemlock like two years ago man.” Bill laughs. You giggle a bit and tell Bill you’ll be right back, you had been craving a beer and walked over to one of the many ice chest to retrieve one. As you walked away, you could hear Bill and Landon laughing about their days filming together. You reached into the ice chest and grabbed a Corona and a wedge of lime that was next to the ice chest in a little bowl filled to the brim with them. 

As you walked back to the place where you had left the boys, you saw a girl with her arm around Bill. You were never a jealous type of girlfriend, till you got closer and realized it was Bill’s ex-girlfriend. You walked over and immediately looked at her. “Umm?” You look at Bill, he sees you and smiles. He turns to the girl. “Y/n, this is Melissa.” You look at her and extend your hand to shake hers. She shakes your hand. “And Melissa this is Y/n, my girlfriend.” She looks you up and down, she scoffs a bit and looks back at the two boys before her. You don’t take any offence, but go about engaging in the conversation with the boys while Melissa drools over what she could have had. 

 When you check your phone, it was already 3 in the morning and you were well passed wanting to go home. You and Bill had been swimming, and drinking as well as walking around and meeting new people. You and Bill, gathered all your things and went to say bye to Landon, and thank you for the invitation. Bill went off to go find Landon as you folded up the towels, as you were folding Melissa came up to you. “Hi.” You smiled. “Don’t play nice with me, Bill should be with someone better and you know that. Someone who is prettier and more skinnier than you….Someone like me...we both know it’s true.” She smiles and pats my head as she walks away. Bill comes just as she leaves. “Ready to go?” He smiles and you nod, looking down. He grabs your hand and you both walk to the car.

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You and Bill were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. You were completely engrossed where as Bill would have rather done a million other things. As you were watching the movie, Bill rests his hand on your thigh and started moving closer to where he wanted to be the most. You grabbed his hand and put it back in his lap. “Stop.” You look at him. He nods and you go back to watching the movie. A couple of minutes pass and Bill rest his hand on the back of the couch, he sneakily snakes his arm down and rests it on your breast. He runs his finger of your nipple and you get up quickly. “I’m going to bed.” You turn to go upstairs. “You always do this! What did I do?” You were startled by Bill’s sudden outburst and you turn around. “What?” You look at him. “What did I do to you?  He shouts. “I obviously did something, because you don’t want to have sex with me anymore! It’s been three months and you haven’t let me touch you anymore… so go on, tell me what I did.” You tear up and look at him. You shake your head and open your mouth to speak, but instead all the tears spilled from your eyes and you sunk down to your knees and cried. Bill kneeled down next to you and rubbed your back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, I just didn’t know if I hurt you and it was hurting me to think that I hurt you because whatever I did; I can assure you I didn’t do it intentionally.” He pulled you on his lap. You hiccup and look up at him.

 “ At Landon’s party, Melissa said you deserve someone who is prettier than me and skinnier than me, someone like her and she’s right.” You start to cry. Bill wipes away your eyes and kiss your head softly. “That, my love is so not true. I love you so much and she’s wrong. I love you and you are the perfect size, you don’t need to change baby okay?” He looks down at you. You nod. “Yeah.” You smile up at him. Bill leans down and captures his lips with yours. You lean up and rest your hand on his cheek as you kiss back. The kiss go a bit more heated as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, you both fought for dominance which he ultimately won. He leaned against the bottom of the couch and you rested your legs on either side of his thighs. You pulled away and pulled off your shirt and tossed it somewhere in the living room. You went back to kissing Bill as he unclipped your bra, he automatically went to your breast and attached himself to your left nipple as you ground yourself on his thigh. You threw your head back and moaned.You could feel Bill smile as he sucked on your nipple like his life depended on it. You had to physically pull your nipple from Bill’s mouth. “You have them all night baby.” You pouted. “I need you now.”

 Bill chuckled and tapped your nose. Bill laid you back on the living room floor and pulled your panties down agonizingly slow. “Billy..” You whine and squirm. “Patience my love.” He smirked and sunk two fingers in your dripping vagina. Bill circled your clit with his tongue and gave it a playful bite as he fingered you. You arched your back and curled your toes, before Bill pushed your hips down and forced you to take all the pleasure he was giving you. Bill quickly took out his fingers and quickly and replaced them with his tongue, he then took his fingers with all your juices and rubbed them all over your breasts. He fucked your hole with his tongue and had you squirming around with pleasure. You felt that familiar feeling in your stomach and you reached down to hold Bill’s head in place. “Just keep your tongue out.” You breathe out softly. You grind your hips against Bill’s face desperately seeking your release and when it finally hit you, you saw stars. You laid back and tried to regulate your breathing as Bill laid on the floor next to you. “Better?” He laughed. You giggled. “Way better.” You rolled over, on top of him. “I love you so much Bill.” He kissed you softly. “ I love you too Y/n.”

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[certifiedskywalker]

The Heart - Roman Godfrey

(Nerd!Reader X Roman Godfrey)

You tutor Roman Godfrey in Anatomy, the Cardiovascular System to be exact.

A/N : This is one of my first tries when writing for Roman so I’m going to say sorry in advance! Give me some time to master writing for him! Enjoy!

Hemlock Grove High School was unwelcoming to say the least. Despite having lived in the sleepy town for all of your life, you couldn’t help but feel apart from your peers. While they gossiped, you were studying. While they went out with their friends, you were home alone. One thing that came from this was your good grades. You were soon recommended to be a tutor.

Hardly anyone ever came up to the Peer Tutoring lab. If they did, they would seek help from someone more affable, approachable instead of yourself. It didn’t matter how smart you were, your personality off put so many people, they refused to get the help they truly needed. Part of you liked it that way; you had grown used to the cold shoulders after a few years. However, deep down, it hurt you.

It hurt that no one wanted to talk to you, ask you a question about the Algebra homework or number forty-five on that History assignment. It hurt that, while you sat alone at a table, all the other tutors were explaining to their friends what the difference between a covalent and an ionic bond were. So, instead of thinking about how much it hurt, you busied yourself with a book.

You were already in deep within the pages when the rapping of knuckles against the table frightened you. You looked up and your eyes locked with none other than Roman Godfrey. You had known him since grade school, liked him since grade six. So of course it was him that came up to you. The boy offered you a soft smile, as if in apology; but Roman never apologizes.

“I need help with something,” he said coldly, “you’re a tutor right?” You nodded, peering at him as you closed your book.

“You care about your grades?” You countered, without missing a beat. Roman actually smiled, taking the seat next to you at your empty table.

“I need to pass,” he said, “my mom’s been riding my ass all week about it.” He reached down into his bag, pulling out a binder. His lips were pursed as he moved, his jaw tight with agitation. He flopped the binder on the table with a smacking sound that drew the attention of people in the room.

“Anatomy,” you said, opening the binder. “You’re covering the body systems...” Roman only nodded, watching you as you looked over his notes. You suppressed a smile as your eyes skimmed over his handwriting. It was fanciful, not the childish font most males scribbled in. Little sketches also caught your attention. A wolf’s face and a few snakes littered the margins on his notebook.

“We have a test soon,” Roman said, bringing your eyes to meet his own. “On the Cardiovascular system, I think. I’m not good with-”

“The heart? Does blood make you queasy?” You asked, leaning over the binder. Roman scoffed at your words, rolling his eyes. You noticed the quirking of his lips a little, making your heart flutter. He looked good when he smiled.

“You ask a lot of questions,” he said blatantly. While his original annoyance lingered in his expression, mischief glimmered in his eyes too.  

“I don’t see many people asking me for help,” you explained.

“Maybe ‘cause you ask so many questions,” Roman said, the hints of a grin forming on his lips. You had heard about those lips. Girls of Hemlock High raved about the magic Roman Godfrey could work. You yourself had wondered, but never dared to entertain the thoughts of him any further. If you did, you wouldn’t be able to focus.

“I can help you,” you said, flipping through his notebook to find the notes on the heart. When you found the pages, you looked back up at Roman whose gaze was glued on you. You swallowed hard under his gaze, shifting in your seat. It wasn’t just his lips, it was his eyes. You felt your heartbeat start to quicken as you mentally cursed yourself.  

“So-uh, where should we begin? The circulatory system?” You asked, clearing your throat. When Roman didn’t respond, you looked up at him.

“I was thinking, maybe the inner workings of the heart.” You nearly melted at the tone of his voice. The heart, of course. His green eyes were bright, a full grin on his face now. He knew exactly what he was doing. You felt a red-hot blush creep onto your features and you knew it would be a long study session.

“How long have we been at this?” Roman complained, throwing his head back in the library chair. You rolled your eyes at his dramatic show, you should be used to it by now.

“Fifteen minutes, Roman,” you said tiredly.

“We’ve been meeting after school for three days and I haven’t learned anything.” He moved, leaning over the table. He held your gaze with an intensity that almost scared you.

“You’re learning, you just haven’t had the chance to use it yet.” Roman rested his head on the table, seemingly giving up. “When is your test?”

“Tomorrow,” he grumbled, his voice muffled by his arm and the wooden table. He lifted his head, his green eyes holding your gaze once more. As you both stared at each other, you felt your cheeks burn, causing you to look away.

It had been like this for days now. Trying to help Roman pass Anatomy, him trying to distract himself by flirting with you, and you becoming a mumbling mess. You had tried flashcards, lists, and even videos to try to teach him how the cardiovascular system worked. Something about it seemed poetic; the boy that made your heart speed up, knew nothing about it.

“You just need more motivation to get it to stick,” you said quietly. “The grade alone isn’t enough for you to try.” Roman chuckled at your straightforwardness. He liked it, you thought, your honesty. He would smile whenever you pointed out what he did wrong while simultaneously getting pissed. You knew him too well, despite hardly knowing him at all.

“And the grade is enough for you?” Roman asked, meeting your eyes. You looked at him and nodded. He smiled and laughed a little too loud for the librarian who hushed him. “You’re such a nerd,” he said affectionately, brushing off the librarian’s attempt to quiet him.

“What would you want?” you asked quickly, trying to distract yourself from your raise in blood pressure. “Since you don’t care about the grade and all.”

“A date,” Roman said suddenly, “a date with you.”

“What?” You asked, completely caught off guard. Your surprise only made the grin on his face spread farther.

“If I get a B or higher, you have to go on a date with me,” Roman clarified. You swallowed hard, thinking it over. You had heard the rumors of what a ‘date’ with Roman Godfrey entailed. Your annoying peers always gushed about the rich boy’s taste in girls; and you seemed far from his normal type.

“Why?” You asked carefully, not wanting to get him angry. Roman only smiled.

“You and your questions,” he said fondly. “Just say ‘Yes’ and tutor me.” You raised an eyebrow at him and he mirrored your expression. “Is Y/N too scared of what her friend will say?”

“I don’t have friends,” you answered plainly, “so no.”

“Then you’ve got nothing to lose,” Roman teased, leaning over the table a little more. His green eyes were bright, playful. The way he gazed at you seemed to will you to speak, before you could even think. Rich boys always get what they want.

“Yes,” you answered then, surprising yourself. Roman leaned back in the chair and smiled. “B or higher,” you stated again, making sure he knew his target.

“B or higher,” he repeated, content with the deal. As you went back over the notes, you felt his gaze burning into you. A light blush scattered across your cheeks, a blush that made Roman smile. 

The next day, you had barely saw Roman in the halls. Normally, you’d see his tall form lurking around, but you had seen him maybe once. He has said that his test in Anatomy was today. You hoped he did well. You didn’t care about the date. You did in reality, but you hoped he did well for himself too. The idea of the date in general made you nervous.

There was something about Roman that made him different from everyone else. While he seemed as cold as the rest of your peers, he was easy to get along with. For the most part. Tutoring him had been complicated but you found yourself enjoying it.

Your thoughts of Roman followed you as you walked over to your locker. You quickly put in the combination and opened it to put your books inside. As the metal door opened, a paper drifted out and onto the floor. You reached down and picked it up.

A smile bloomed on your features as your eyes recognized the flowing letters of Roman’s handwriting. His name was at the top of his test, accompanied by a ‘A-’. You bit your lips, looking at the test packet with excitement buzzing in the air around you.

“I’ll pick you up at six.” You turned around and nearly bumped into Roman. You blushed like mad as he leaned down. His breath tickled your ear when he spoke. “Wear something nice,” he whispered. You could smell his cologne and cigarette smoke; an enticing mixture of scents.

“At six,” you repeated when he pulled away. He nodded with a closed-lip smile, excreting confidence with every quirk of his lips.

“I’ll see you at six, nerd,” he said, giving you a playful grin. You rolled your eyes as he walked off, people gawking at you as you turned back to your locker. Like always, you didn’t care that they stared. You could care less. All you were thinking about was what to wear.

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[so-writing]

New Rules 4 - Bill Skarsgard

Italics are Bill. I know you guys aren’t dumb and I get that but I want it to be clear and I don’t like to post pov headings in my stuff. Hope you enjoy, there will be one more part! Previous parts are here.

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“Did you really think I was going to leave you alone in here?”

“Yes.”

I pushed his hands away from my body and stepped to the other side of the stream before turning around to face him.

I had to look directly into his eyes. I knew that if I trained my attention anywhere else on his body I would lose all ability to reject his touch.

“Friends do not take showers together, Bill. You need to get out.”

“But-”

“No, not even twenty minutes ago you asked me if we would ever be comfortable again, like we used to be. We’ll never be the way we used to be if we keep doing things we didn’t do before.”

I closed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly self conscious of my nudity. He understood and shifted his gaze to the ceiling.

Bill had stepped out of the shower and was toweling off just outside the door when I cut the water.

“You’re done already?”

*

My hair was wet, not clean, and I was dressed in the yesterday’s clothes. Bill was seated at the kitchen table across from me, messing with his phone as he waited for me to speak.

“Look, there’s no denying that the sex is great, but the past 30 hours have been a whirlwind of insanity for me. I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

He put his phone down now, and turned his attention to me.

“The night of your party, the first time we hooked up, I was so stupidly in love with you. I had been for a while. I didn’t feel bad about what happened. She was my best friend and I loved her, but I loved you more.”

Bill opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it. I gave him a few moments before deciding that he wanted to hear more from me.

“After it happened, you pretended it didn’t and pretty much cut me out of your life and that killed me. I cared for you on so many levels and I was nothing to you.”

“That isn’t true.”

“Please, let me just get this out before I hear what you have to say. Please?”

“Of course.”

He smiled warmly, but I could see the sadness in his eyes, and I knew he wanted to defend himself and his actions.

“The text from you was completely out of the blue. This entire thing we’re doing right now was so unexpected. Having sex with you was, obviously, very satisfying for me in more ways than one. I know that I don’t love you anymore, but I can’t deny that some old feelings have made themselves present once again because our intimacy. You’ve made it clear that you’re not romantically interested in me and that is fine, but for my own sanity, we can’t do this anymore.”

Bill looked at me expectedly, and when I said nothing more, he began.

“I never meant to hurt you, I realize that I handled this, and continue to do so, terribly. I wish I had known you felt something for me back then, we’d probably be together now if I had.”

I bit my lip, and slammed my eyes shut, willing the tears creeping up to fuck off. Until now, I’d been handling this better than I ever thought possible. Those words though, we’d probably be together now, opened the floodgates.

“I’m sorry, i’m so sorry, fuck…” Bill jumped up from his chair and rounded the table but I put my hand up in defense.

“No, i’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. You’re fucking crying and it’s because i’m the dumbest idiot on this planet.”

He dropped to the floor and adjusted himself to sit cross-legged beside my chair.

“Last night, I didn’t answer your question when you asked if I still had feelings for you. I’m going to assume you took my non answer as no. Honestly, I don’t know what I feel, but I do know that if I felt nothing for you, none of this would have happened. The old feelings are there for me, too.��

Wiping my eyes, I slid the chair back and joined him on the floor. I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“This is so fucked up. We’re in our mid-twenties. Shouldn’t we have our shit together by now?”

“Our love lives might be a mess, but I think we’re both doing pretty OK otherwise.”

Bill wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me a little closer to him. We sat on his floor for a while, talking about trivial things and just enjoying each other’s company.

*

“What’s the plan for dinner? I’m fucking starving.”

Bill entered my apartment and tossed his coat on the chair before dropping himself on the couch next to me.

I was a season and a half deep into “Hemlock Grove,” a show I had only started watching because Bill absolutely did not want me to.

“It’s so weird seeing myself on TV, still. You think i’d be used to this shit by now.”

“You should dress up more often, you pull it off remarkably well. Also the eating people thing, so hot!”

“Shut up, i’m hungry.”

He grabbed the remote and flipped the TV off.

Six months had passed since our day and a half of sinning, and things were back to normal, for the most part.

Neither of us could deny that sexual attraction that bubbled up when we were drinking, which led to heavy flirting and a few almost hookups. We had been good though, and resisted.

Our friendship snapped back into place and was better than ever. It gave me so much confidence that I had even reached out to my old friend, his ex, and tried to patch things up. She was hesitant at first, but gave me a chance to explain myself.

When she found out Bill and I were still in contact, she quickly shut me out.

“She’s obviously still pretty pissed,” Bill had said, “it’s been several years though, get over it.”

“You’re going to have to fend for yourself tonight. I have plans.”

“With who?” Bill furrowed his eyebrows. “You didn’t mention any new friends.”

“That’s because I haven’t made any. It’s a date.”

“It’s a date.”

The sound of the word made me want to throw up.

The thought of her getting dolled up for someone else disgusted me. I crinkled my nose and rolled my eyes at the very thought of someone else making her laugh or making her moan.

“Why are you going on a date? I thought you wanted to be single for a while?”

“I need to get out there. I need to get laid.”

I wanted to tell her that there was no need for this date, that I would be more than happy to make her cum everyday for the rest of her life. We were friends now, just friends, that was what she wanted.

I’ve got new rules, I count ‘em

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[romanwho]

Roman Godfrey x Reader (Little Prince pt.3)

Scenario: You’re a new student at Hemlock Grove High and you catch the attention of (surprise,surprise) Roman Godfrey.

WARNINGS: swearing, minor sexual situations

Word Count: 1467

Tagged People: @frozenhuntress67

sorry in advance for any grammar/spelling mistakes

You could hear the bass from a block away. It was practically shaking the whole neighborhood. With every step you took, your heart beat harder and harder. You know you had nothing to be nervous about, but you couldn’t stop worrying. About what exactly? You had no idea. You wished that you were as excited about this party as your dad was when you asked for permission to go. He was practically pushing you out the door when it was time to leave. Good old dad. You knew he was only trying to help out, but you couldn’t help but wish he would stay out of your personal life from time to time.

The house slowly revealed itself as you turned a corner, if you could even call it a house. The place was huge! It was like a mansion was eaten by an even bigger mansion. Teenagers were sprawled across the front lawn, and even more could be heard from inside. Your insides churned at thought of being among all those people.

You paused for a second and considered turning around. You could just walk around for an hour or so, maybe find a playground and swing for a while. Your dad would never know that you bailed on the party. You would would just say a quick goodnight to him, run to your room for the night, and hope he doesn’t ask about it in the morning.

You had just about made up your mind to walk away from the party when a familiar voice off to the side yelled your name.

Shit, you thought. “Peter!” you greeted your new friend, a smile plastered on your face. Seeing him actually calmed you down- slightly.

He ran over to you. “How’s your arm?”

“Still attached,” you joked.

“That’s a good start,” he laughed. “Let’s get you inside, yeah? It’s pretty chilly.” He shivered in his signature over-the-top style, chipping away a little more of your anxiety. With your heart beating so hard, you honestly hadn’t noticed the temperature.

The two of you walked into the large estate, immediately being bathed in a harsh red light. The pulsing music seeped into your skin, into your chest, matching it’s beat with your heart.

“This is... wow,” you marveled. The bodies surrounding you no longer frightened you, but energized you. You no longer understood why you were so ready to leave earlier. 

Peter pulled you by your uninjured arm into an adjoining room. It’s furnishings suggested that it was a sort of sitting room, but it’s scale declared it to be a ballroom. The space was filled wall-to-wall with dancing high schoolers. Without thinking, you joined them. Your body moved along with the music, surrendering itself to its whim. You backed into Peter and began dancing on him, attempting to make him laugh.

“Glad you came,” someone who was definitely not Peter shouted over the music.

You turned rigid and snapped around to see, much to your horror, Roman Godfrey. Your hands shot to your mouth in shock.

“I’m so sorry. I thought-”

“Do you want a drink?” he interrupted. You nodded, not wanting to be rude. Especially since you just rubbed yourself up and down his whole body.

“Stay here,” he insisted, and you obeyed. He disappeared through the crowd. Your body stood as still as a statue, not as eager to dance now. 

Roman returned shortly with two cups in his hands and handed you one. You took it with both hands and held it close to your chest, subconsciously trying to hide.

Roman leaned in close. “Do you want to go somewhere a bit quieter?” You nodded again, not trusting your voice. He was nice enough to invite you here, the least you could do was talk to him for a bit. Although, it looked like he invited the entire school. You chose to ignore this fact and let him guide you through the crowd, up a flight of stairs, and into a bedroom.

He closed the door behind the two of you, shutting out all sounds of the party happening just outside. He gestured to the bed for you to sit, and you did. He remained standing, however. Not knowing how to start the conversation, you took a sip of your drink and almost spit it out.

“Fuck me! Is that vodka?” you choked. You had tasted something similar as a kid in a very unfortunate water mix-up.

Roman chuckled. “Haven’t you ever been to a party before?”

You dropped your head stared at your shoes, not wanting to respond.

“Shee-it, you haven’t. Have you?” His chuckling turned into outright cackling.

“It’s really none of your business,” you retorted. You were a senior in high school and you had never been to a party before. A couple of sleepovers, but never an actual party. It was pathetic.

“Well, you could have fooled me.” He moved to your side and sat. “The way you were grinding on me...” He let his sentence hang in the air and bit his lower lip.

You rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t grinding on you. I was just dancing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s something that happens at parties.” He slid closer to you so that your legs were touching. “I could show you something else that happens at parties.”

You looked at him with one eyebrow raised, not sure a what he was getting at. Just then, you felt his hand creeping up your inner thigh. You jumped up and rushed to the other side of the room. The cup of liquid self hate that was in your hand now laid on the floor, slowly ruining the carpet. 

“What the hell are you doing?” you demanded.

“Don’t be a prude. It’s a party.” Roman stood and moved towards you.

You spun around and forced yourself through the door and into the hallway. Without looking back, you rushed down the stairs and out into the chilled night. Cold wind licked your face and brought tears to your eyes, blurring your vision. Attempting to leave, you ran head straight into someone.

“Y/N, there you are!” Peter exclaimed. “Where were- wait. What’s wrong?” he noticed your distress.

“What’s wrong?” you repeated. “You left me! You left me and then he- it doesn’t matter any more. I’m going home.”

Peter tried to follow you as you stormed away. “Let me at least walk you.”

“No! I just want to be alone,” you shut him down. “I never should have come.” You didn’t turn back to look at Peter, but you could feel the hurt that showed on his face. Right then, however, you couldn’t find it in your heart to care. You just needed to get far away from that place.

You got a block away when you began to shiver. You folded your bare arms in front of your chest and rubbed them, refusing to let it slow you down. Your teeth were chattering now. Your pace quickened in order to warm up your shaking body. 

A light quickly came up on you as a red sports car approached. The car slowed down to match your speed, and the driver’s window rolled down.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry!” Roman shouted. You ignored him and continued walking.

“Please, let me drive you home. I don’t know what came over me!” he insisted. You pretended not to hear. 

“C’mon Y/N, it’s freezing. Just get in the car.” he pleaded.

You stopped in your tacks, as did the red car. “Fine,” you agreed. “But only because I can’t feel my fingers.” You jogged over to the passenger’s door and got into the car. The warmth made you sigh.

Neither of you said a word the whole ride to your house. When he pulled in front of your house, you didn’t even wait for the car to come to a full stop before getting out. Roman parked the car hastily and rushed to intercept you. 

“Y/N, wait. Wait,” he begged.

“Why? So you can feel me up again?” You tried to move around him, but he simply moved with you.

He put his hands up. “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have done that. Will you look at me?”

You forced yourself to meet his gaze. Something in his eyes seemed sincere. Maybe he really is sorry, you wondered. 

“Let me make it up to you, yeah? Let me buy you lunch. It’s the least I could do.”

“Maybe,” you said to distract him while you darted around him. You started towards your front door when he called after you.

“So, is that a yes?”

You reached the door and paused, your hand gripping the door knob. “It’s a maybe,” you replied over your shoulder. You walked into your house and closed the door behind you.

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