#cute ass goddamned werewolf woman.

[rotfics]

kin heidrich x reader

you got a werewolf/werekin girlfriend because... i mean hell yeah

Kin sat at her music studio, messing with her launchpad, swaying from side to side, humming to herself, her tail wagging. She was a musician and often got lost in working on stuff she does. Watching her wolf tail wag a mile a minute was always cute. She started bouncing, almost dancing while sitting still in her stool, little laughs coming out as she did her thing.

You sat on the couch, both watching tv and your werewolf/werekin (aka she has wolf ears, a tail, and paws instead of feet, black fur from the knee down and red paw beans btw) get excited as hell working on her newest song. It was adorable watching her get so damn happy over her music. Her poor chair, though, the damn thing was creaking, and it is a miracle it hasn't broken yet. You GOTTA get her a new one. This woman is hard on chairs.

"HEY I finished my new song!" She whipped around with a gleeful expression, still swaying back and forth. She did own her own club where she performed as well. Her band name was Wolfskull. She did MANY genres; Pop, heavy metal, alternative, punk, techno, rave shit, etc. She wiggled a bit and spun back around to her launchpad, tail still wagging as she snickered to herself. Alright, this was definitely an especially intense project for her.

"Don'tcha think you should take a break?" You kinda laughed under your breath, but it didn't seem like she heard you, being this intensely into what she was doing. She was humming some lyrics.

"KIN!" you raised your voice a bit to get her attention, and she jumped.

"WHOWHATHEDIDIT?" She spun back around with wide eyes.

"You're working too hard, again." You spoke a bit softly this time and she blinked a bit, looking at you, coming down from whatever WAY too intense focus she had on her song.

"..Buh- Oh. Right." She shook all over.. like a canine, I mean.. she is part canine. And she got some funny little habits that come with being one. "Right, yeah. Uhh.." She squinted. "..Whuh'm supposed to do?"

You rolled your eyes a bit. "Shower, brush your teeth, get ready for bed, dude." She stared at you for a moment with a weird look.. As if she was looking at an alien.

"OH! Yeah I.. Yeah I gotta do that stuff." She got up from her poor damn chair, standing still for a moment before walking to the bathroom to do what she had to. "YEH!"

...Your girlfriend is weird as hell, but also a very happy, eccentric woman, essentially a god damn ray of sunshine as a person. She has her problems with repression, but she's getting better with you by her side.

With a sigh you kept flipping through channels on the television, eventually giving up and just going to your streaming service for horror movies. One thing you both shared (among other stuff) was you both loved horror movies. Watching bad ones was a lot of fun, too.

"WHAT ARE YA WATCHIN'??" She said.. kinda loudly, from the shower.

"FINISH YOUR SHOWER AND COME FIND OUT, damn." You half-shouted back.

"..I forgot to bring some pajamas in here, can you bring me some, please?"

"Mmhm." You got up and got her favorite, thin sleeping pants, and her Jurassic Park sleeping shirt, passing them through the crack in the door.

"...You've seen me without clothes on, why are you passing me stuff through the closed door?" Kin laughed a little bit, getting dressed for bed.

"Why are YOU asking for clothes behind a door?"

"...Yeah okay fair." She came out of the bathroom, shaking her head because of her wet hair. "I smell like..Peppermint. S'the only soap I could find. It's like... a year old."

"S'fine, I like peppermint." You yawned, stretching out and smiling as she climbed into bed next to you.

"Th' hell you watchin." She looked up at the television.

"Re-Animator, the first one."

"OOH! I LOVE THAT MOVIE!" She wiggled a bit against you with a big, sharp toothed smile. You could hear her tail thumping as it wagged under the covers. And you snorted.

"Yeah, I know." You clicked the remote, starting the movie, Kin scooting close, trying to suppress her happy wiggling. You chuckled.

"You're cute." You mumbled.

"H'wah?" She looked up at you.

"Nothin, enjoy the movie. Love you."

"I love you too!" She planted a kiss on your cheek and went back to the movie. "Uh...Sorry about my tail wagging."

"S'fine. I love it."

Kin smiled wide, watching the tv as she cuddled up to you. She makes comments through the movie; But it makes it much more fun. You wind up watching all three Re-Animator movies with her cuddled up to you, excitedly commenting, etc.

Good lord, she really is one of the goodest girls (get it bc she's part canine? so.. good gi..yeah)

[missjanjie]

Can't Fight the Moonlight | MoMo

this is a commission for @derpyavocado who requested a monét/monique werewolf x vampire au. i hope i did it justice!

Ship: MoMo (Monét X Change/Monique Heart) Word Count: 2.6k Rating: E

comission info | ko-fi

“I have a question,” Brianna prompted as she helped Bob and Monét finish packing for their weekend trip upstate. “When you drink from a dear, are you worried about getting ticks? Or Lyme disease?”

Monét stared blankly at her friend. “Bitch, we’re already dead, the fuck do you think a bug or the diseases they carry is gonna do to us?”

Bob snorted. “Leave it to Cracker to be a hypochondriac about a couple of dead people,” she shook her head as she zipped up the last bag.

“Hey, I think it’s a valid question,” she huffed. “Anyway, you two have fun on your trip, I’ll take good care of Colleen,” she promised, cocking her head towards the cat curled up on one of the pillows on Monét’s bed.

The two vampires laughed it off, knowing their friend was, if nothing else, well-intended. And by the time they checked into their hotel room, the exchange was no longer lingering in their minds. Their hunt was far more important. It was a monthly endeavor they undertook to stock up on deer blood to help supplement their diet. Like many vampires, they were often inclined to pursue human prey, but in a busy city like Manhattan, it was a high-risk hunt every time. And while animal blood was less satisfying, the sheer abundance made it worthwhile.

“My god, am I glad we don’t eat food, look at how overpriced this shit is,” Bob remarked, handing Monét the room service menu.

“Put that dumb shit away,” Monét laughed. “We gotta rest up before tonight.”

“We literally don’t.”

She scoffed. “You have no sense of drama, I don’t know why I fucking bother,” she jokingly chastised, making Bob roll her eyes in response.

-

It was just past midnight. The full moon was out and the woods were near silent, save for crickets chirping and the gentle breeze rattling the leaves. Bob and Monét had set their starting point and parted ways with the intent of reconvening once they had gathered the surplus blood.

Not long after she started her careful prowling, Monét set her sights on a deer meandering through the woods. She crept forward, stalking her prey with the skill that had come naturally over the past century. She was closing in, just about to pounce…

At the last split second, a four-legged figure came out of seemingly nowhere and tackled the deer to the ground, incapacitating it upon impact. Monét hardly had the chance to process what had happened before the figure turned on her, pushing her out of the way and pinning her to the ground. “What the fuck are you–”

Something between a hand and a paw came down over her mouth. The creature that had physically bested her let out a low snarl, making it clear that while there was no intent to harm her, she would be foolish if she attempted to move from underneath her.

Despite the urge to bite the hand that silenced her, Monét gave in, and when she heard, then saw the pack of wolves descend upon the deer and devour it, she understood. In an unusual turn of events, a werewolf went out of their way to protect her from the pack. And she had to acknowledge that despite the tension that flared up between the two species, she had acted in good faith. So she lay silent until the pack dispersed. “I think the coast is clear,” she remarked dryly.

“God, you guys are annoying,” the werewolf muttered as she got off of her. “You guys always have that attitude,” she remarked. “Name’s Monique, not that you bothered to ask,” as she spoke, she transformed back into her human form, her frame now a bit more lithe than Monét’s, the clothes she had on now loose on her body, almost as if she had wandered out into the woods in her pajamas.

Monét looked her over and felt a sense of surprise at the feelings that stirred up. Never in her afterlife had she found herself attracted to a werewolf, it was damn near blasphemy as far as she and most other vampires were concerned. But Monique had a pretty face and a nice body, she would’ve been lying to herself if she claimed otherwise. None of that was said out loud, of course, instead she simply replied with “Monét.”

Monique nodded, then glanced back in the direction her pack had run off in. “I had to do what I had to do, you wouldn’t have stood a chance against them.”

“You owe me a deer.”

“Goddamn entitled ass vampire…” her voice trailed off. “Is that what the bag’s for?”

She nodded. “Unlike y’all, we’re not ravenous. A couple fully drained deer last the better part of a month.” Sure, that was with the help of the occasional human victim, but that was neither here nor there.

Monique rolled her eyes. “You’re not sharing the deer with six other pack members,” she pointed out. “Look, let’s track down another couple deer and call it a night so I can get on with my life and you can get on with your… lack thereof.”

This time, Monét fought the urge to make another sarcastic remark. Instead, for one night only, she teamed up with a werewolf for her hunt. And, to be fair, it was much more efficient than taking it on by herself, or even with Bob. By the time she filled up her last thermos, she would even consider herself impressed. “That went better than expected.”

“Because your expectations were so high?” Monique retorted wryly. “You come out here by yourself often?”

“I come here with my friend,” she told her. “My girl takes forever, I better head back and get these in the fridge, no point in waiting. You can come if you want. But you probably have to get back to your pack.”

She shrugged and shook her head. “Nah, they know I’m good for it,” she assured, deciding to make the trip back to Monét’s hotel room with her. “Damn, y’all shelled out for this.”

“We have connections,” Monét replied with a light laugh, unloading the thermoses into the mini-fridge. “And it’s still cheaper than basically any hotel in the city.”

“Oh, she’s a city vamp. That don’t surprise me, really,” she admitted as she unceremoniously threw herself onto the bed.

She arched her brow. “Make yourself at home,” she quipped, her eyes raking over Monique’s body.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer. And at least I’ll show up on camera.”

“Bitch, I will too, it’s the digital age!”

Monique laughed. “Oooh, touchy subject, huh?”

Monét clicked her tongue and got onto the bed, positioning herself on top of Monique, bracketing her between her arms. “She thinks she’s cute, huh? That she had a little ‘gotcha’ moment? Baby, I don’t play like that.”

“Then how do you play, hm?” she questioned, moving a hand up to rest on Monét’s face, tapping lightly. “Because it seems to me like what you don’t play is fair.”

“No one ever got anywhere by playing fair.” She traced her finger from the base of Monique’s neck down her chest, her shirt pushed down as she dragged between her breasts. The fact that they absolutely should not be doing this sparked arousal deep inside her, and by looking in her eyes, she knew the feeling was mutual. So, she closed the distance between them with a deep, heated kiss. “We have to make this quick.”

Monique’s breath hitched in her throat at the kiss. “So long as you keep them fangs in your head, we can make it work,” she retorted before their lips reconnected, this time with more passion and less control. Their hands wandered each other’s bodies, making quick work of shedding any and all clothing, tossing them off to the side.

Monét rolled her eyes, but there was a tinge of fondness in her expression. “You just don’t know when to fuckin’ quit, do you?” But in response, she made a show of baring, then retracting her fangs and kissed down Monique’s neck and bit down to leave a hickey, demonstrating her control, her ability to not use her fangs and not pierce her skin, that she had control and was more than ready to exert it. As she kissed and sucked at her neck, she moved a hand down Monique’s body, stopping to gently ease a finger inside of her with slow thrusts.

And Monique couldn’t have pretended she didn’t like it if she tried. Her head pressed back into the pillows, her eyes fluttering shut and a breathy moan escaped. Her hips bucked up towards the contact, urging Monét on for more and moaning louder when she was rewarded with another finger being thrust into her.

After leaving several marks over the expanse of Monique’s neck and collarbone, Monét moved back up to kiss her lips, her tongue slipping past and intertwining with the other woman’s. She thrust faster and deeper, curling and scissoring her fingers. Her other hand moved between Monique’s legs as well, rubbing her clit in time with her ministrations. She was in tune with Monique’s body, noticing when she was about to come and increasing the intensity just enough to push her over the edge.

Monique barely allowed herself to catch her breath before she flipped Monét over, securing her position on top. She looked deeply into her eyes, silently conveying that she wasn’t about to leave without returning the favor, and when she got a nod of approval, she moved her head between her thighs and traced her tongue along her slit before easing her tongue in. She knew she didn’t have time to waste teasing, so she started thrusting her tongue rapidly and deeply.

Monét gave up any pretenses of being cool and coy. She moaned out loudly, she gripped her hand into Monique’s hair and pushed her hips up. Her body rocked and writhed in tandem with the skilled movements of her tongue. Breathy praise spilled from her lips and became more high-pitched and strained when she felt her orgasm approach, cursing sharply once it hit.

There were a few beats of silence, the two of them laying naked as their brains and bodies reconnected. “I… you need to go. She’ll be back any minute now.”

“Right,” Monique exhaled, getting out of bed and throwing her clothes on. She stared out the window, eyes fixating on the moon as she willed herself to transform before opening the door to step onto the balcony.

“What the hell are you doing?” she bolted upright, “we’re on the fifth floor!”

But Monique disregarded her concern and leaped from the railing, and only her distinct howl confirmed to Monét that she was fine as she disappeared into the night.

-

Bob watched her friend intently, lips pursed. “Okay, I’ll bite,” she prompted. “It’s been three days since we got home and you’ve been weird as fuck. What’s wrong? You bite a bad deer?”

Monét groaned because if there was one thing she knew about Bob, it was that she was the most stubborn person she had ever met. She knew that once the subject was brought up, it wouldn’t be dropped until she offered an acceptable explanation. “No, I… bit something else. Something I didn’t drink from. Someone.”

This piqued her interest immediately. “Oh, so you got a little freaky, huh? What’s the tea? What’s got you feeling some type of way?”

There were a few tense beats of silence before Monét confessed. “It’s just that… it was a werewolf. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since.”

It was rare for Bob to be rendered speechless, but that managed to do the trick. She stared at her, mouth agape. “I don’t even know who you are anymore,” she shook her head. “Alright, what’s her name? We’re gonna sort this shit out.”

“Her name’s Monique. All I know is she and her pack live near where we were,” she said, then sighed. “You’re gonna call Naomi, aren’t you?”

Bob scoffed. “Of course I’m going to call Naomi, what do you think this is?” Naomi was not only their friend, but their resident expert on all things supernatural, despite being a human herself. If there was anyone that would be able to track down this werewolf and her clan, that would be the person to see.

And Monét knew better than to bother arguing and resigned herself to her fate. Sure enough, it had barely taken two full days for Naomi to report back to them with all of the information they would need: Monique Heart was the beta of her pack, one with a lineage that extended back nearly two centuries.

“Well damn,” Bob chuckled, “I guess if you had to go for a wolf, at least you picked a purebred. Though you could’ve gone for an alpha. I expected a little more from you.”

“Shut up,” Monét rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t planning on any of this. What am I supposed to do now?”

“Talk to her.”

She scoffed. “Absolutely not. It was a one time… lapse in judgement. Just because she’s been on my mind doesn’t mean I need to do anything about it. I’ve hooked up with an array of questionable women in my time, there’s no reason for this to be any different.”

Bob arched her brows, unconvinced. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

-

Though Monét never said so out loud, she ended up making an excursion upstate on her own to track down Monique. Granted, it didn’t take as much effort as it would have however many decades ago. She was simply able to reach out to her over social media, and they had picked a spot to meet. “You couldn’t show up alone?” she asked when she sat down next to Monique on a park bench.

Monique glanced back at the two women clearly watching them from a bench on the other side of the asphalt path that ran throughout the park. “Our alpha doesn’t trust vampires. And let’s face it, you can’t blame her.” The two women were the gamma and one of the warriors of the pack, both silent with piercing gazes. “You wanna tell me why we’re here though?”

Monét sighed heavily. “Listen, I’m not about corny, cliche romantic shit but… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you over the past week. I’ve even tried to sleep to avoid letting you cross my mind, but nothing’s seemed to work. And I understand there’s absolutely no reason why we should pursue anything together, but I would be remiss if I didn’t-”

Her speech was cut off by Monique cupping her face and pressing a deep kiss to her lips. “Why are you vampires so fucking dramatic?” she asked against her lips. “Look, my kin and your kin aren’t ever gonna get along, but they’re still our family and they’re just gonna have to deal with whatever fucked up inter-species decisions we make.”

The bluntness caught Monét off guard, but she appreciated it. She was never one to be coy or beat around the bush, and as jarring as it was, she admired it. In fact, she might even say she found it attractive. “So, we’re doing this? Whatever ‘this’ is?”

“You ask too many questions,” Monique chuckled. “But yeah, I can take it if you can,” she offered, her expression more gentle and voice more relaxed.

That was all Monét needed to hear. Her arms looped around Monique’s waist and she pressed another kiss to her lips. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had set her mind into such a whirlwind, but she quickly realized she wouldn’t have it any other way.

[kariachi]

Next up, the episode I actually need to watch, Hairier and Scarier. Werewolf action is in, guys.

Okay, 1) be careful security peeps that this is dangerous, and 2) why would you put a frickin’ picture of the article about how this werewolf was captured by one Martin Mystery in the werewolf’s cell? That’s just asking for trouble.

~~

Okay I know I’m supposed to think Martin is using Center tech to gather information on various girls around Torrington (which, Martin please) but half of this shit wouldn’t be on any sort’ve official file, so I have to believe that he gathered this information himself and is using his Center computer to store it so he doesn’t have to keep a filing cabinet for this shit.

It might not be canon, but it’s going in the fic.

Also Martin that shirt is questionable.

“It’s not like anybody’s gonna find out” is immediately found out.

~~

Those are some filthy-ass cages, who is in charge of this shit? That cannot be ethically sound.

Poor Martin, seeing an ‘empty’ cage and choosing it just to make for an easier start. Also did he not notice his picture in the damn cage? How?

Phantom Werewolves, also able to walk on ceilings apparently. What is this a fucking Ossy? Spider-Wolf?

And after a brief struggle Martin has escaped, but gotten scratched by a werewolf. Something that has a long (modern) history of turning someone into a werewolf. There is no way Martin ‘King of the Paranormal and also Vampires’ Mystery does not know something is bound to happen here.

~~

I am gonna have to do something with this werewolf wound, because Martin as he’s being written in this fic would not be just bandaging it and going.

Also can we appreciate the fact he knows fucking everybody at this school? I’ve been to smaller schools and not known more than four people by name and he is familiar with every single person on this campus I swear to fuck. Martin Mystery, social moth.

Oh Becky is just not having it today.

Sign #1 Something is Off With Martin: Is distracted from a cute girl by cafeteria chicken. (the fact Diana doesn’t see this and immediately go “who is this person wearing my brother’s skin” is shocking)

Diana here to save her brother’s life, while Luke is here to save his girlfriend’s lunch. Both are wonderful signs of dedication.

Ooo, I’m already gonna be giving the Psi Psi Psi girls decent roles in this, and probs Tonio too I’ll see what I can do there, but I can probably get one or the other in here, notice and lure Martin from danger with a piece of meatloaf or something.

Diana, watching her brother dive-tackle some poor girl over a plate of wings: Hm, something seems odd here...

~~

Oh Martin, trying to an art model for the sake of getting a girl.

Martin pls

Martin don’t go for the taken girls, for your own sake. Also, dude, it’s Martin, he couldn’t catch a date in a trap, couldn’t attract a girlfriend with a diamond necklace on a string, back off with the territorial air.

Diana, done with his shit

Oh yeah, tempt him Diana. He’s a sibling, you know he will take any opportunity to embarrass you you give him

Diana be nice, he’s suffering enough with the itching in public.

Also how the fuck is this more embarrassing than dive-tackling somebody for their lunch?

~~

Martin pls

This boy is a disaster why do we keep him?

When you look so weird in fuchsia that cheerleaders laugh at you. And I can’t even blame them because holy shit have you looked in a mirror boy. Stay away from pinks and purples.

You know neither of these other boyfriends hold a candle to Luke. Luke was coming up all “hey, mind your manners around my girl and her lunch”, demanding politeness towards his woman, meanwhile these other two keep coming up being all territorial. Their girls deserve better. Maybe Becky’ll agree to share.

Martin’s not bad at dribbling at least, let’s see ya shoot.

Dude being rude again, like seriously pal learn to fucking chill.

Also I can understand Martin’s panic here, as he must have grown all that hair since he got dressed. He’s fuzzier than Java.

Martin panics, poor child. Just skip gym, darling, it’s fine, nobody cares, move on.

Martin’s reaction time has been shot by oncoming wolfiness

And he’s chasing after balls on all fours, snatching them up in his mouth, shaking shit. He is puddy mutt.

Really dude? That’s your response? Goddamn forget becoming a werewolf I hope the damn thing eats you. Fucking rude-ass territorial thinks he’s some shit nobody-

Damn, there’s some fucking load of jerks in Martin’s gym class. We’ll be removing some of them for reasons of fic and because really people? Nobody thinking maybe, just maybe, something is fucking off about this situation? Like this is fucking weird behavior even from Martin? Nobody is concerned? Not even on a very basic “somebody appears to be in pain, that is sad” empathy level? Nobody? Yeah, fixing that, at least one of those cheerleaders is gonna be a Psi Psi Psi girl, concerned for her brother.

Martin running around outside on four limbs, being very weird, ver dog.

Poor baby is dealing with sensory overload

Martin no. Just dive tackle the pizza guy, Martin.

People at this school, I swear.

~~

Full moon on campus and Jerkhat McGee is out and about alone...

And attacked by a fucking werewolf, joy.

~~

Martin wakes up to a lot more hair, claws, pointy ears, muddy clothes, tiny fangs, and a room even more trashed than usual.

Has realized something is up, intends to complain to MOM once he figures out what.

I refuse to believe Martin wouldn’t know what. I mean really. It’s Martin Mystery. Like he’s just going to not know the signs he’s becoming a werewolf. Like he’s not going to have had a clue what was going on from the start.

I have to admit, for a moment I thought Martin was going to jump out a window to avoid Diana seeing him all wolfy. The fact he instead jumped directly to “quick! trim the nails! shave the everything!” amuses me.

Louise, honey, I don’t mean to minimize your loss, but you’re better off without Chip. He was a jerk. You can do better. Come with me I’ll find you a nice girl, or if you aren’t that way we’ll talk to Betty about you getting a piece of Luke.

Martin having a crisis upon the reveal of Chip’s shredded jacket. Personally all I can think is that quote from Rock-A-Doodle “If I kill my nephew- would that be murder, or charity?”

Damn Martin it hasn’t been ten minutes and your nails are back to claw form

Also now he apparently stops and thinks “oh, yeah, werewolves are a thing”.

That werewolf has been moving fast, snatching up teenagers.

(one of the potential topics thrown at me was “wtf is the werewolf up to” so, I gotta figure out some sort’ve reason for this thing to be starting this particular brand of shit. I mean if it were out to start shit with Martin that’d make sense but... We’ll see. Gotta finish the episode sometime this year.)

Wolfy!Martin has a temper.

And Diana still only seems to think something is odd and not ‘something is fucking wrong here’

~~

Thankfully in this fic Martin will have back-up of the “have you met yourself? we’d believe the shrubbery were offing people before you, werewolf or no” variety. Tonio and the sorority girls are gonna be trying to figure out what size dog beds they should be investing in. (“Do we get him a flea collar?” “Maybe? Probably.” “He could’ve used one before he got fuzzy.”)

Martin running away and tying himself up so he won’t be a danger to others, because he’s a lot of things but at heart he’s a good person.

Oh now Diana is concerned. Took you long enough.

Really? Using a flashlight to investigate Martin’s room? Does the boy not own a lightswitch, what?

Werewolf Vision. And also a fourth victim.

Poor Martin is still itchy, even as a wereling. (Actually that’s another subject. It’s weird that there’s apparently a difference between being bit by and being scratched by phantom werewolves, despite that not being a thing with other varieties. Wondering if Martin not turning fully has less to do with that and more to do with his being genetically predisposed to vampirism. I mean, we saw Simone become a giant bat monster, and vampires are also associated with transformations into wolves... I don’t know, I’ll work something out, got about 12 billion thoughts)

In this Diana will not get a chance to be indignant about Martin not telling anyone he got scratched by a werewolf because she and Java will be the last to know about it, but I’ll think of something for her to say to him once she finds out.

Known he was a werewolf 24 hours and already that boy is using those athletic skills to his advantage, jumping over 7 ft walls with ease so he can run away and not hurt anyone.

*screams internally about logics and things surrounding werewolves*

(do I, or do I not, during this conversation with MOM, have Eva in the background screaming about “I was gone for two weeks!!”)

I wonder if the ‘phantom’ portion of the phantom werewolfness is passed on? Like, can werewolves made by the phantom werewolf also turn invisible? Was that shown this episode? Why am I asking, I’m gonna find out eventually. 8 minutes left so, another hour maybe?

Or, ya know, he noticed you put a tracker on his shoes and ditched them to stop you from following him.

Or at least some kinda beastie... Look more like bear tracks than wolf tracks if you ask me. Even werewolf.

The phantom wolf’s timing is amazing. Also poor Martin refusing to trust his people because he’s that worried he’s gonna end up in one of those cages. Can’t blame him either. (It’s okay, fic!Martin will not have these problems because he will have more people looking out for him)

Bitch did you not just say he wasn’t a werewolf, make up your mind. Also I think we can all agree that the idea of Martin being an ‘alpha male’ is hilarious.

Instant werewolf, just remove light

“Java help!” “No Java! If you get bitten you’ll just be another enemy!” Immediately goes to help. Werewolves are not a male-only species, Diana! Back the fuck up! Toss Martin the weapon if you wanna!

Wait so baby!werewolf Martin can jump high enough to grab the outside of the pit, while the other werewolf can’t even jump high enough to touch the bars? Is this a ‘Martin has training’ thing for a ‘Martin is better at being a supernatural creature’ thing?

[ruinedbynegan]

Closer: Chapter 19

A/N: Here’s a new chapter for you! I’ve been neglecting this story. I’m a maladaptive daydreamer, so my mind has been elsewhere lately. Let me know what you think!

I looked into his hazel eyes and I could see the sincerity in them…and the desire. I never would have expected him to give up a part of his power, even if it just stayed a secret between us. It was the whole point that he was actually considering this, considering me. His fingers began to move, sweeping along my jaw and moving to tuck a damp strand of hair behind my ear. For a moment, I allowed myself to get lost in his touch. His fingers were rough, but they felt so warm, I couldn’t help but wonder what they would feel like touching me in a much more intimate place—

“I’ve got a proposition for you,” he said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I raised an eyebrow. What could it be now?

“Give me a month. Thirty fuckin’ days with you to show you just how badly you want this. How badly you want me. If, and that’s a big fucking if, you decide you don’t want this, I’ll let you go back to your boring ass life.”

I stepped back, needing to lose the feeling of his skin on mine to think clearly. He wanted me to himself for a whole month? My wolf was jumping for joy at the thought of thirty days of Negan, but I couldn’t help but wonder about his agenda.

“What’s the catch?” I asked after a few seconds transpired.

He waved a finger back and forth. “No catch,” he said, but then his expression changed and I knew there was some stipulation he was going to add.

“Well…maybe one. You have to be yourself. No acting all shy and shit and avoiding me. No, you gotta be one hundred percent authentic as shit. Really be yourself with me. I saw a glimpse of that this morning and it was magnificent. That’s all I want from you. The rest? Hell, that will happen on its own,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and ending with a wink.

You want him, my wolf reminded me again. And I did…his offer seemed reasonable enough. But there was still something that didn’t add up.

“What’s in it for you?” I asked.

He gave me one of his trademark grins, complete with those annoyingly cute dimples. “Why, you of course. At the end of this, I’m gonna have you by my side. Like you said this morning, we are the damn wheel. And I know for a fact that somewhere deep down, you want to be a leader, maybe even help our pack. On top of that, I’m gonna have one beautiful and kick ass woman that’s gonna be all mine.

“You seem overly confident that I’m going to give in,” I muttered unconvincingly. The more he spoke, the more I was losing my resolve to deny him. At this point, I didn’t think I could.

He shook his head. “See that’s what you’re not getting, doll. I’m not expecting you to just give in like I’m forcing you into this shit. No, somewhere along the way, you’re finally going to admit to yourself that you want me and you’re going to fucking take what you want! You’re going to be mine because you want to, not because you have to be.”

“And are you going to be mine?” I asked. The moment the words left my mouth, I wished I could take them back. The look on his face changed, his smile turning to a frown and his eyes glazing over. He looked like he was remembering something…maybe something he didn’t want to remember. But just as soon as that expression crossed his face, it left, replaced with his usual demeanor.

“We’ll fuckin’ see about that,” he said. His voice had a certain tone to it, telling me that he wasn’t truly committed to the idea of belonging to anyone.

I started to think over everything he said. Earlier today, I had somehow made up my mind that I wanted to pursue him. And now he was offering me that. At the same time, I wanted him to want to pursue me too. It wasn’t about me being stubborn…it was about wanting him to commit, if Negan committing to one woman after several was even possible.

“I have some conditions of my own,” I realized aloud.

“I’m all fucking ears, doll.”

“Okay…Well, one of your conditions is that I’m authentic and I’d like for you to be authentic too.” I paused, nervous at what he would say when I mentioned his character. “I get the impression that as the alpha, you have to show the world a certain side of you so you’ll be respected and taken seriously. But a part of me can’t help but wonder what you’re like outside of that persona.”

He grinned. “What, you think I’m a big fuckin’ softy, Carson?” He asked, somewhat teasingly. I couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Oh Negan, I’m sure of it,” I responded, the same hint of humor in my tone.

He gave a genuine laugh. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re flirting with me.”

I snorted. “Please. I’m just stating the obvious.”

Negan shrugged. “Whatever you say, doll. Now this,” he said, motioning between him and I, “is gonna be fun.”

I shook my head and looked up at him, not being able to admire the way his eyes sparkled. “You know, I haven’t agreed yet. And for the record, you never agreed to my conditions.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “There was only one condition.”

“No,” I said. “There’s more, you just distracted me with your witty remark.”

“Oh, now you think I’m witty?” He asked playfully.

I ignored his question. “Other conditions,” I continued, “are that you do NOT mention the wolf thing to my brother whatsoever. And when you’re here, your uh— Lucille has to be put away.”

Negan looked at me, silently questioning if I was serious. And I was. There was no way in hell he was going to openly talk about being a werewolf around my brother, or wield his favorite weapon of destruction.

“Okay, first of all, does your brother not know what you are?” He asked.

I nodded. “He knows, it just…kinda freaks him out, so we don’t talk about it.”

“Weird. And secondly, do you really think I’m not going to have Lucille with me all the damn time?”

“Where is she now?” I asked, looking around us to prove a point.

“Don’t be a smart ass,” Negan quipped. “She’s in the truck.”

“So…you didn’t bring her in my house because…?”

“Because I’m in the middle of fuckin’ goddamn suburbia and I didn’t want any of your dumb ass neighbors to call the cops on me!” The annoyance in his voice was obvious, but I realized that I kind of liked making him squirm for once.

I smirked up at him. “Well then, it sounds like you’re agreeing to my terms after all.”

Negan was looking down at me like I was the most annoying thing in the world, but the creases in his eyes showed me that he liked this, our bantering.

“You agreeing to mine?”

I sighed, even though I had known my answer all along. “Yes.”

Negan grinned widely at my acceptance and stepped closer, looming over my small frame. Yet again, his scent engulfed me and drove me wild, but I managed to maintain my calm exterior. And yet again, he brought his warm hand to my face and let his fingers linger over my cheek.

“Oh baby,” he said, his voice low and husky. “This is gonna be real fun.”

[such-a-common-girl]

“Irresistible” PART 3

Word Count: 2,312

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex, fluff, Dean’s dirty thoughts (lol)

A/N: This chapter is completely in Dean’s perspective

PART ONE   PART TWO

Dean’s eyes flutter open, the sunlight from the window seeping through what were supposed to be black out curtains. Groaning, he looks at the clock- six in the morning.

This was his normal routine- fall asleep around one, maybe two, in the morning and then wake up at five or six. He didn’t get much sleep most nights. With all of the stress that is constantly surrounding his life, and knowing that things actually do go bump in the night, he opts for getting the bare minimum. Even when he wants to sleep later, his body doesn’t let him.

He grabs his phone from the nightstand, his face brightening up when he sees an unread text from you. You two had your first date a few days ago, and he admittedly had fun. He hasn’t enjoyed himself on a date with a woman in a long time, not truly enjoying himself. He would normally up his charm on the date and pretend to be a gentlemen so he was guaranteed to get laid afterwards. That’s all that dates were for him, anyways- sex. There was never a second date, and he never usually called them afterwards. His life is too hectic to even think about having a relationship.

That was until he met you. That night at the bar, he admits that he was just trying to get in your pants. You were a beautiful girl who was interested in him. If he had it his way that night, he would have just slept with you right then and there, not even bothering to get your number. But when you had gone over there to talk to him, he was genuinely surprised at how much he liked talking to you. You didn’t seem desperate or throwing yourself at him, and he liked that. He had actually found himself a little disappointed when you left when Ana that night.

He was excited for your date, but he was completely planning on sleeping with you afterwards. He is Dean Winchester, after all. He doesn’t take girls on dates and not sleep with them. But then, you ended up surprising him again. He was intrigued by you. He felt like he could sit there and talk to you all night, he liked hearing you talk. You were smart, cute, and funny. You weren’t like the normally one night stands he typically had.

When the night came to an end, he realized how much fun he had with you. The conversation was great and it flowed easily, and not to mention how great of a kisser you were. God, the way you kissed him, he was so tempted to take you right then and there on your front porch. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. You were too nice of a girl for that. You deserved better, and if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to see you again.

His eyes skimmed over your text, a small smile forming on his face. All it had said was ‘goodnight’, since you had sent it the night before, but it didn’t matter to him.

‘I’ll see you tonight, I’ll be there at six.’ Dean texted back quickly. The minute he had got home from your date, he had texted you asking if you wanted to go out again. He wanted to see you again. You obviously said yes, and you had invited him to come over and watch a movie. Dean can’t even remember the last time he actually watched a movie, but then again, he can’t remember the last time he had taken a girl out on a second date, either.

“I feel like a goddamn teenager.” Dean mumbles to himself, setting his phone back onto the nightstand. He climbs out of bed, throwing his sweatpants on over his boxers and putting on his t-shirt.

He walks into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of orange juice. Sam was already awake, sitting in the library and reading yet another lore book.

“Sammy, cut the nerd crap for like one day. The sun is barely out yet and you’ve got your head buried in that thing.” Dean says, taking a seat in the chair beside his brother.

“It doesn’t hurt to be prepared, you know.” Sam rolls his eyes, but closes the book anyways.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m just saying, we finally have a few weeks off. Enjoy it.” Dean takes a drink of his juice.

“Yeah, actually, I was going to ask you yesterday but I forgot. Jody invited us for dinner tonight. I told her I’d go but I don’t know about you.”

“I can’t make it.” Dean says.

“Why not? Got an important date or something?” Sam scoffs. “Even Cas is going.”

“I already have plans.” Dean dismisses his question. He already had to cancel on you once, when a werewolf hunt came up last minute and he had to leave town. He didn’t want do that again.  

“Like?”

“Like, it’s none of your damn business.” Dean rolls his eyes.

“Oh my god,” Sam stares at Dean. “There’s a second date, isn’t there?”

“No.” Dean snaps. “Maybe…. Yes. Why does it matter?”

“It doesn’t, man. I’m just saying… I’ve never seen you once, not even when you were a teenager, take a girl out twice. The sex must have been really good if you’re breaking your own personal rule. You guys did hook up, didn’t you?” Sam questions.

Dean looks at him, not responding.

“Oh, wow.” Sam says with realization. “You must really like her.”

“I’m getting there.” Dean admits. “Y/N’s just… I don’t know what it is about her. Women never affect me like this. Obviously she’s hot as fuck, but it’s more than that.”

“Hey man, you don’t need to explain yourself. I get it, trust me.” Sam laughs. “I’m happy for you.”

“Yeah yeah, don’t get all sappy on me.”

“What did you even tell her? About your job?”

“FBI agent.” Dean shrugs. “I almost made a complete jackass of myself the other night, though. She brought up my job and I completely drew a blank. It took me a minute to remember what lie I told her. Thank god she didn’t catch on.”

“Better hope that doesn’t turn around and bite you in the ass.” Sam gives him a serious look.

“What? Do you want me to just be like, ‘Hey, I fight monsters for a living. I’ve died several times. I’m also a felon, who’s been arrested numerous times, once for attempting to murder the president, who was also the Devil himself. My best friend is an angel, and oh, while we’re at it, I’ve met God personally- he’s a dick.’ Yeah, Sammy, I think I’ll stick to my lie.”

“Uh, yeah.” Sam laughs.

-

Dean walks up to your front door, grinning when he steps on to your front porch. Memories of what was probably the best kiss he’d ever had, which just so happened to be with you in this same exact spot, floods through his mind and he can’t stop smiling.

He knocks on your front door, and when you open it, he can’t believe how beautiful you are. The way your hair perfectly frames your face, how kissable your lips are, how you have curves in all the right places…

“Hey, come in.” You break him from his thoughts, a smile plastered on your face. Dean followed you into your house and was immediately welcomed by Gus, your big golden retriever.

“I didn’t know you have a dog.”  Dean says.

“Yeah, he’s a big sweetheart, don’t worry. I guess I forgot to ask if you liked dogs or not.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I love dogs. We connect on a personal level.” Dean jokes, remembering the time that he was underneath the spell that allowed him to talk to animals. Of course, he couldn’t tell you that.

“Do you guys have K-9 units as FBI agents, or is that just a police thing? Sorry, I don’t know much about your job.” You admit, color reddening your cheeks.

‘Thank god you don’t.’ Dean thinks to himself.

“Oh, yeah, no we have those, too. I don’t have one, though.” Dean lies. He really doesn’t like upfront liking to you like this, but knows that he doesn’t have another option.

“Okay, so,” You lead him into your living room. There was pillows and blankets on the couch, and a pizza box on the table in front of the couch. “I remember you telling me what kind of pizza you like, so I got that, but I have no idea what kind of movies you like, so…” You bite your lip.

“Babe, I’ll watch whatever. Just not The Notebook or any girly crap like that.”

“Hey, The Notebook is a great movie.” You defend, laughing. “But, I have Netflix, so I’ll just let you choose. You’re the guest after all.”

“Hm, Fifty Shades of Grey seems like a great choice.” Dean raises his eyebrow, laughing. Dean likes that he can be this joking person around you- he has to be so serious in his day to day life, this is a nice change. He feel like he can be himself.

“Uh, maybe not.” You laugh.

“What, you’re not into kinky sex?” Dean teases you. “Or maybe you secretly really are, and that’s why you don’t want to watch it with me, hm?”

You roll your eyes, sitting down on the couch and pulling a blanket over you. Dean does the same, and he sits extremely close to you- your thighs are practically touching.

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Looks like you’ll just have to find out.” You flirt, and Dean puts his arm around your shoulders. You hand him the remote for your TV and he starts to look through the Netflix options.

Dean wants nothing more than to ‘find out’ with you. God, he’s almost hard at the thought of burying himself into you while you moan his name. But something inside of him tells him to not go there with you, not yet.

“Maybe I will.” Dean flirts back. “Hey, isn’t this one of the TV shows that you were telling me about the other night?” Dean asks.

“The Walking Dead, oh my god it’s so good. Have you seriously never seen it?” You start to get excited.

“Nope. Don’t have much time for TV.” Dean admits.

“Okay, we’re watching it.”

Dean watches you as you get super excited about introducing him to this show. Honestly, he couldn’t care less about it, but the way you were so happy that he was watching it with you made it worth it.

The more of the show he watched, he has to admit it’s pretty good, and he can see why you like it so much.

“I need a drink.” You say, pausing the show. You were snuggled into Dean’s chest at this point, his arm still wrapped around your shoulder.

“I’m come with you.” Dean offers, and he follows you into your kitchen. He watches your ass as you walk in front of him, admiring how good it looks in the tight material.

“Need something?” You turn around.

“No, I’m good.” Dean clears his throat, and lifts his eyes up.

“You know, if you’re going to stare at my ass, you could at least make it a little less obvious.” You tease Dean.

“Baby, not my fault you have an ass to die for.” Dean walks over to you, and spins you around, kissing you.

Once again, the kiss was indescribable. As sappy and girly as this sounds, Dean could just melt into your arms the minute your lips were upon his.

He grabs your hips, lifting you onto the kitchen counter. You wrap your legs around his waist, and Dean deepens the kiss, sticking his tongue into your mouth. You start to grind yourself against him, wanting more. Dean grabs your hips and holds them still, mustering up as much self-control as he can.

“Y/N…” Dean pulls away, and you frown. “Look, trust me, I want this. A lot.”

“Then why is this the second time you’ve denied my advances.”

“I’m going to be really honest with you, okay?” Dean starts, and you nod. “I am not the relationship type of guy. I’m the type of guy to fuck a girl on the first date and then they’ll never hear from me again. But with you? I don’t want it to be like that, not with you. I want to take it slow… God, this sounds so cliché, who even am I.” Dean groans.

“No, it’s okay, I understand.” You say. “I’m glad you’re being honest with me.”

‘Yeah… Honest.’ Dean thinks to himself.

“Me, too.” Dean forces out a smile. He presses his lips against yours once more, and then lifts you off the kitchen counter. “Let’s go watch that show again.”

-

Dean lays in his bed, his hair still wet from the shower he just took. He wasn’t planning on taking another shower today, but Sam was still awake and he needed to… relieve himself after all the sexual tension he had experienced earlier. He didn’t want to take the chance of Sam walking in.

He lies his head on the pillow, thoughts of you running through his mind. He doesn’t like lying to you, but he knows its necessary. He just hates building up this relationship on lies.

Shit, Dean didn’t even realize he wanted a relationship until just right then. But the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that he’d be upset and disappointed if you weren’t in his future. He really likes you.

“I’m so screwed.” Dean groans to himself.

part 4

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Review! Hemlock Grove: Part 2 Numinosum, Part 2

Time to dive back into that wacky Gothic adventure by Brian McGreevy called Hemlock Grove. There will be SPOILERS!

I decided to split Part 2 into two parts. This is Part 2 of Part 2 (pages 148-252). Part 1 of Part 2 here

Review Time!

So in my last review, Olivia passed the hell out once again. Norman comes and rescues her by promptly sticking his dick in her... God, I love this book! Anyways Roman drives Norman home and on the way there Norman sees a little boy with a push-up pop, just sliding it up and down and sadly I have to admit that that boy is me. Though I’d usually get too nervous that the ice cream would fall out that I’d knock it off. We get some male bonding time with Norman being enamored with Roman wanting to murder whoever got Letha pregnant. Cute.

Speaking of Letha she’s hanging out with Roman (YAY!) and says that “Aunt Olivia isn’t one of [Norman’s] favorite subjects.” I WONDER WHY? But besides that little irony, we find out that JR’s suicide letter came a day after his suicide. I have to say that I still love Letha and Peter’s interactions in my notes at the end of this chapter all I wrote was Letha +Peter <3

The next chapter title is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off. Is that a Panic! At The Disco reference? Like that has to be. I see you McGreevy! Also I have to say that Part 2 has the most chapter titles that sound like 2005′s Billboards Top 100 and I am here for it! My inner emo is sooo excited.

The whole chapter though is Christina getting back into the ‘real’ world by going on a date with the Tyler boy and the twins helping her. BTW the twins are fucking idiots, like they have their moments of not being dumb but UGH! Maybe they annoy me because I had like six of those girls I hung out with in school. Awww those treacherous memories. I will say though that those annoying girls at my school never had such good vocabulary as the twins do, so props to them? 

I really relate to Christina though, like on a sad level. This girl is having a mental breakdown to envy every other mental breakdown, yet I’m over here nodding along going: “Me. Me. Me. Fucking ME!” My poor girl Christina having PTSD on her date. (Side note; what the fuck is sweet boy breath???)

The other dude who had “Seen the dragon” is dead so can’t back up Mr. Pullman’s story.

Roman and Peter go to the old steel factory where Peter becomes that uncle to Roman. You know the one that’s only there because his sister promised him two six packs of his favorite beer and is just fucking done with these kids? That is the best way I can explain Peter and Roman at this time. While Peter is babysitting Roman they end up finding the other half of Lisa Willoughby’s body. Roman wants to leave but the cops end up taking him downtown to the police department, leaving Peter with Roman’s car. I always love when Roman talks with the police, mainly because he knows he can say whatever he wants and not be killed by them, like imagine that. What a world.

We get an email from Shelley! Unfortunately, this is the saddest email we get. It starts with Shelley telling Norman she knows of the affair with Olivia. Which shit. Then she goes into this hyper-real fight that Roman, Olivia, and Shelley had over the fact that Shelley had the audacity to not only buy but WEAR earrings. How goddamn divine! I really got some Quasimodo vibes from this section when she went into wanting to be feminine and have feminine things but also when JR basically said she was a monster and should have been aborted. To his credit though JR did leave Roman everything in the will, which I guess is good? Better than Olivia having it?

 In the next chapter, we learn that Francis Pullman is dead. Which means that there are no witnesses to the sleep study experiments or to Brooke Bluebell’s murder.

Then if you thought that fight with the Godfrey family was sad then get ready for Peter breaking up with Roman. I’m not kidding. Peter breaks up their Scooby-Doo gang. Which I don’t blame him, Roman’s a fucking creep who needs a world of help that I don’t even all his money could buy, but still. That was a really awful breakup scene. Before leaving Roman says, “You know if you fuck my cousin, I’ll kill you.”

Which, drum roll please!!! Letha ends up going back to Peter’s trailer, where she clearly wants the d, but Peter is having none of it. Like the boy is thinking about cats when he’s got smoking weirdly hot pregnant girl wanting to ride him till the sun comes up. Letha literally could have been wearing a shirt that said, “DUDE I WANT THE D.” And Peter’s dumb ass still wouldn’t get it.

While that is going on, over at the Godfrey mansion Roman is explaining to us visually how much his mother has fucked him up by snorting coke, drinking, and cutting himself on the temple to put the blood on himself in the name of make-up. Thank you, Roman. Fortunately, Dr. Chasseur comes by to question Roman and her description/analogy of Roman is spot on. 

“She regarded the boy: a narcissistic, insecure, oversensitive, and under parented adolescent heir to the Fortune 500 company with a substance abuse problem and homoerotic tendencies.” Like that’s all you need to know about Roman. Maybe add incest next to homoerotic tendencies and that’s him.

We go back to Peter’s trailer and...

PETER FINALLY GETS IT!!! LETHA GET YOUR D, BABY GIRL! THANK YOU, DEAR GOD!

Unfortunately, Roman decided to ruin my moment of rejoicing by watching them. FUCKING ROMAN! If that’s not enough the vile-being that is Roman decides to go to this girl from his class Ashley's house and be a fucking gnome on her lawn??? I wish that was all he did, but no. They start to have sex but then Ashley wants to back out and Roman’s not here for your consensual sex, thank you very much. And honestly I thought this scene was something the TV show made up, but it’s not. All I can say though is 1) the scene was written very, very well and I’m glad that McGreevy chose to tell it from Ashley’s POV; all her thoughts were very realistic so once again kudos to McGreevy. 2) Roman is shown as being an ugly person and even knows it. Though that doesn’t excuse any of his actions what-so-ever.

We move on to the next chapter where Roman visits Dr. Pryce and the Godfrey Institute, snorting waaaaaayyyy more coke than anyone should and promptly overdoses. Good one Roman. Good one. Also Roman is such the scorned boyfriend after a breakup like good GOD.

The next part of was of JR’s suicide letter to Norman which answered/confirmed a few things but was still cryptic as hell. We have another Norman conversation with Christina where she still very well believes that Peter is the killer. In another section, we learn that Christina is dreaming of Mr. Pullman. On top of that we have Letha finding out about Letha and Peter making me live to have a relationship which prompts Letha to invite Peter over for dinner but not before we learn that Roman’s in a coma, I know it’s really serious.

(Why does this book give me so many Smith vibes?)

So Peter’s reluctant to go to dinner because he doesn’t really do the whole boyfriend thing which ironically works out because Norman approves of him. Like most people would kill for their SO’s parents to even acknowledge their existence and Peter just shows up and everyone loves him. (Except Marie, but never mind about her, she’s got the Godfrey fortunes to take care of!)

While Norman approves of Peter the dickweeds at school don’t and Alex fucking Finster and his crew start to beat up on him. The worst thing about this scene is not that they're just trying to edge Peter on to fight them because their trying to win whos-the-worst-in-Pennsylvania award but that Alex’s friend Tom made the same joke I did about Roman :( What does that say about me? Or is McGreevy just wanting to throw that little music nod in like he did with P!ATD. Hmmmmmmm.

This fight scene actually made me cringe awfully and get so mad at Alex and co. But THANK GOD LETHA CAME TO HIS RESCUE! AND YOU SAID YOU DIDN’T WANT A GIRLFRIEND PETER. After they get Peter some steak to slap on his face and some pot to take away the pain Olivia decides to host a Godfrey slumber party back at her house! Which goes really terribly when Peter doesn’t tell Letha that he’s a werewolf but tells her that he’s going to kill the thing killing the other girls and then tells her to stay inside.  To convince her that she should he throws a lamp and calls Letha a “stupid little bitch.” (Good one.) To Peter’s credit, he feels really bad about this and thinks everything is a “giant big black hole of suck.” Which yeah, is an understatement.

Part 2 ends with Roman waking up. DUHN DUHN DUHN!!!

So that’s the end of my Part 2 of Part  2 of Hemlock Grove!

I’m almost done with this book, which is making me a little sad. This world McGreevy’s created is so real and the characters are so interesting. Though I’m really hyped for Part 3 and I can’t wait to dive into that, but before I do I gotta give a shout-out to the man who wrote Hemlock Grove; Brian McGreevy.

McGreevy is making me look at my books and poems and be like “Look at this fine garbage I made.” He’s such a good writer! I know I make fun of a lot of things in the reviews, but that’s always about the characters being the characters. (or if I see a P!ATD reference the inner emo in me is gonna call you out. I mean how can’t I?) But my God the guy can write all these, for the most part really shitty people, such diverse and interesting characters and he does it so well! I salute you McGreevy! I gotta say you’ve inspired me to go over all my work again and not be afraid to make my characters ugly.

BONUS! Favorite Quotes! 

“Well that sounds goddamn divine.”- Olivia being Olivia

“Kiss my black ass.” - Roman, the whitest white dude to white

“That doesn’t mean blow him a fucking kiss.”- Peter being that uncle to Roman.

“Every cat is a woman”- Peter before getting laid.

Stay tuned for my Part 4 of this Review!

But in the meantime…

Check out Brian McGreevy’s website here !

Buy his book, Hemlock Grove here!

If you haven’t seen the Hemlock Grove on Netflix go and give it a look!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4