#hemlock grove drabble

[kingkat12]

sweet and innocent (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, dry-humping, biting, marking, teens being horny lol (everyone is legal dw)

summary: attempting to keep your hormones in check might be the hardest task of all-- it usually doesn't end the way you think it will. then again, when have you and Roman ever been able to control yourselves, anyway?

word count: 433 (teeny tiny friday treat!)

a/n: the real ones know that this is the fun part of sex lol, this might be an odd one but i needed to get this out of my brain... enjoy!!!

"Ouch," Roman breathed, an airy laugh following.

Hearing him groan like that made me realize what the fuck I was doing-- I had been so blinded by my arousal that I had sunk my teeth into his shoulder. It was certainly a reflex which I didn't know I had, and it was all crashing down on me as Roman pressed a kiss to my temple.

His voice was all raspy today, still a little breathless; "Wanna bite me, baby? Wanna hurt me?"

Everything came crashing down on me-- the way my legs were wrapped around him, how my arms were draped around his body, how desperate I was beneath him.

However, could you blame me?

Since I wasn't too keen on having my first time with my parents on the other side of the wall, and also because we were never at Roman's place, our usual make-out sessions had somehow morphed into... whatever this was. Our efforts at keeping our teenage hormones under wraps had failed miserably.

This, however, was next level from anything we had done before-- we were practically in our underwear (if you don't count the socks) with his hard, clothed cock grinding into the apex of my thighs, my soaked panties, brushing against my clit with every thrust. I really had no idea how we ended up like this, and how this was the third time we had allowed this to happen; all I knew was that it felt amazing.

It felt sweet, innocent-- good.

Good enough to drive me into a frenzy, biting down on his shoulder with no thought in mind other than the pleasure.

So I slowly laid my head back down on the pillow, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Sorry," I mumbled, trying my hardest not to think about how much I wanted him to move again. "Just-- Just forget that."

Roman hummed, pondering whether to let it slide as he glanced at the fresh bite mark on his shoulder. It was tiny compared to the rest of him, and the sight almost made me shiver-- there was something thrilling about marking him. Knowing he was still walking around with two old hickeys on his collarbones, having asked for them, made me further dizzy-- he liked being mine. 

He liked it a lot, actually. He just wouldn't confess to it so openly. 

Which is why I didn't expect him to retaliate in typical Roman fashion; "I might just have to bite you back for that," 

"Don't you dare!"

"I might," he said, eyes darkening as a sinister laugh built in his throat. "Not now, not today... But I might."

And so it begun-- a new scare.

Fuck.

[erinfern0]

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stella headcanons - secret relationship

call of duty

kyle "gaz" garrick

simon "ghost" riley

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alejandro vargas

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mixed

helping when you're stressed [nsfw]

criminal minds

cutting the cord - spencer reid x explosives specialist!gn!reader

hemlock grove

paint the sheets red. - softdom!roman x afab!reader

perfect for me. - softdom!roman x gn!reader

stranger things

eddie munson

five nights at freddy's

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[stevesharrlngtons]

hemlock grove

(2020-2021)

roman godfrey

stories.

what i want. 

takes place in s1 of hemlock grove just after roman’s coma and the aftermath.  

pin pricks and needle sticks.

your solution for roman’s feeding problem is met with some resistance.

picking out the stitches.

after letha’s death; peter’s departure; shelley’s disappearance; and a brutal fight with subsequent break up with roman; you escape to the empire state for college and a fresh start. though, after thinking you have been given the space to move on with your life, your father’s unexpected death sends you back to hemlock grove. there, you are forced to confront the reason for your pained departure.

it’s just what you do.

“my problem is that if you bring anymore whores around and it’ll start to feel like a brothel in here. and i am far too young to be a madam.”

wherever i’m going -- i’m taking you with me.

you run through roman’s dreams nightly, but this time it’s different. this time it’s an omen where you dawn a white dress with blood pouring for your mouth, your body ripped to shred. and this time peter sees it too.

adam, carved from the rib of eve.

godfrey industries throws a party in the honor of their new ceo. roman is less than thrilled to be attending, but at least he has you. 

amore mio aiutami.

once more, he took your hand and gave you the permission to mend him.

i measure time by days spent away from you.

while you’re off on a girls weekend, roman is left missing you.

drabbles.

unprompted roman drabble #1

just fluffy dad!roman and his wife

-discontinued.

[theflirtmeister]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

this is so cute, thank you so much!! <3 I'll do one per fandom, otherwise we'll be here all day.

The Locked Tomb: psalm 3 - griddlehark - drabble Alecto witnesses.

Saw: light between stitches - coffinshipping - 2k “You look like shit,” Strahm says. Hoffman tries to bite his fingers. Strahm almost allows him the pleasure.

The Batman (2022): turn on the camera (let's just talk) - riddlebird/riddlebat - 7k Bruce Wayne stumbles across the Riddler's cam show. It's enlightening.

Original Work: girls with straw teeth - m/f - 1k They draw straws to see who’ll deliver food to the witch.

Hemlock Grove: streamed straight to the bone - romancek - 1.6k “Shut up.” Roman says. “I thought you hated me. I thought you do hate me.” “I’m sleeping in your fucking bed, how could I hate you?” Peter asks, exasperated. “I could have torn out your throat and left you for dead. But I didn’t.” “It would have been easier if you had.”

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

My 5 Sentence Drabble Prompts is now an AO3 Series!

Description:

A variety of fandoms (perhaps) and ships and prompts, kept as short as possible, definitely only 5 sentences long, even if I have to get creative about how I actively sentence.

Notes:

5 Sentence Drabble Prompts from Tumblr. Obviously, most of these aren't going to be drabbles in the strictest "100 words only" sense, but they are 5 lines, and that to me was more of an interesting challenge.

None of these are connected, but if they ever are, I'll note that they are.

Check out the 5 Sentence Drabble Prompts and give me a number and pair if you like. You can generally find me in the Marvel fandom, but I'm also happy to try my hand at Hannibal, Versailles, Blindspot, The Following, Hemlock Grove, Blindspot, a variety of romcoms (just ask, if I'm not into it, I'll let you know), and well, just ask, and if I'm not into it, I'll let you know and you can pick another fandom/ship. I reserve the right to make faces if you land on a squick character or ship.

[writingbyshiloh]

No because hold on, let Shiloh cook for a second

See I didn’t know you did nsfw like that I literally feel like a proud mom even though you’re older than me. But honestly that little marquis Drabble/headcanon was really hot.

10/10 thought ngl🫶🏽

JAJSDAJD

Thank you!! I did not know I did that either!

I think it is the absurd amount of vampire stuff I consumed as a tween/teen (Twilight, Buffy (my icon rn, Cirque du Freak etc) and stuff now (Dracula and Hemlock Grove) haha. I just love vampires

A proud mom LOL!! That’s so sweet :,)

[mystic-shadows42]

Drabble: Viewing Pleasure

You had teased him for far too long.

He knew what you were doing by leaving the curtains to your room open as he watched you walking around your room in nothing but lingerie trying on countless clothes.

Every skirt, crop top, dress, and knee-high socks made him harder than he's ever been before. The unusual thing was that he never saw you wear any of those outfits out.

In public, you dressed conservatively. The little private shows you had were for his viewing pleasure only. With your parents gone, Roman was going to make the most of it.

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 | 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲

requested by 🎸😈anon

A/N: Roman Godfrey and blood kink? did you mean the literal most perfect pairing ever?? ugh this was so much fun to write, thank you sm for the request darling! I hope you like it

The smirk that adorned Roman’s face was deadly. The twist of his lips, the tilt of his head, the darkness in his eyes; it all had you weak in the knees. It left a flutter in your stomach that radiated through to your groin.

And Roman knew it.

But more than that he knew what it was that was really turning you on: the blood that leaked from his nose.

He’d known the moment your eyes strayed for a little too long to admire his lips as the crimson waterfall coated them. He’d known from the way you’d hitched a breath and bit your lip.

All signs you were anything but concerned about the fact he was bleeding. All signs that you were, in fact, aroused by it.

“You want a taste?” Roman hums darkly, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip, staining the tip of his tongue red with his own blood.

Your mouth hangs open with a silent reply. But Roman doesn’t wait for your answer. He grabs you by the back of the neck and slams his mouth down onto yours. Your whimper is lost in his mouth as he swiftly moves to open your lips with his own. His tongue quickly pushes into your mouth, coating your own with the tang of his blood.

You can’t help the moan that reverberates through you as your senses are overwhelmed by the small and taste of him, the feel of his body pushed flush against yours, his hand cupping your nape so tight it almost hurt. All the while his nose was still bleeding, the droplets landing on your lips as they continued to move against his.

You gasp and whimper pathetically when you feel Roman’s teeth sink into your bottom lip, pulling lightly as he moves back to look at you, his eyes impossibly dark and lust blown. His smirk grows as he quickly darts his tongue out to swipe across your bottom lip now, tasting the blood he’d just drawn. You instinctively do the same just after, hissing as you feel the sting of your torn skin.

Roman just chuckles darkly before latching his lips back onto yours, your mouths flooding with a mixture of both your bloods. Your body instinctively start to curve into him as he devours you with his hungry kiss. One of his hands holds you in place, splaying across your lower back, whilst his other hand crept up under your skirt. He wastes almost on time in letting his fingers tug your panties to the side so he could reach where you were already dripping and aching for him.

“Fuck baby,” he hisses against your mouth as his fingers rub between your folds. “You’re this wet over the taste of blood?” He teases darkly before winking and adding; “maybe you’re the upir...”

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[creator-of-stories]

~ Surprise ~

Reader x Roman Godfrey

AU Hemlock Grove

Small Drabble

Trigger warning ; bad language.

Summary - After befriending Roman’s sister, Shelley, you decide to give her frequent visits, despite the fact that you also had a small crush on Godfrey, but whilst you enjoyed their company so much, you didn't know at all what was coming your way.

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You always felt like a burden when visiting Godfrey's home, and yet the only ever reason you visited really was for Shelley. To comfort her, be her balm and her friend. Amongst the painful regret of liking Roman Godfrey - He was insufferable, pig headed to be around, especially when he would come home from work and throw out all of his stress by acting so fucking bitter, along with opening a brand new bottle of wine to intoxicate himself and flood thoughts of the day away.

This wasn't all the time - most days were good, but it was the days where thing's didn't go according to plan that you would leave and go home, or simply hide within one of Roman's luxurious bedrooms.

You didn't even know why you were so damn scared - Maybe it was his intimidating demeanour, his looming six foot three height, his predatory eyes that would absorb you all every time you glanced over his way whilst being with his sister, the laughs you let slip with her had always fixated his attention... to you.

Shelley had been a saviour, to not only everyone, but yourself - The anxieties would flow away when being around her, and throughout the months that passed, she had become better at her speech, at conversing with people and damn right saying exactly what she wanted, in which you always praised and motivated her for it. She moved in with Roman and had invited you round most weekends, until this night had become...somewhat special.

"There you go!" You beamed, hands finally finishing the braid you made in Shelley's raven hair, the reaction she reciprocated you with, was priceless. And her she had taken a moment to process as she had admired her hair in the mirror.

"Thankyou Y/N" She spoke, meekly, cotton wrapped hands slowly stroking at the beautiful style you had made. Watching her eyes sparkle that reflected the dim lit lamp upon her bedside table. "Let's show Roman" Her excitement always had gotten the better of her, yet you knew Godfrey would always show kindness, patience and sentiment towards his sister, so this was probably an okay time.

Making way down the marbled stairs, You didn't know if the Upir had crawled into bed, or if he was still lingering with a beverage within the open kitchen, to Shelley's luck, he was exactly doing the latter.

"Roman!! Look what Y/N did" She exclaimed, twirling around with a euphoric smile that had plastered her soft features.

Godfrey had let out a small chuckle upon her introduction, and her excitement, admiring her hair before letting his slender hand gently stroke up at her arm "It's great Shell" He replied, taking in the way she had been so happy around you both. His eyes trailed from her hair, to now you - The smile still had remained though, which was better than the calculating ones.

"Thanks for doing all this" He muttered, hoping to make this moment seem intimate between you and him. "-Thing's have been rough with work and I get that I can be a pain in the balls to come home to and shit" He added, inhaling deeply before he motioned to Shelley.

"But seeing Shell this happy, makes me feel ten times fucking better. It's made a huge change having you in her life and all" His words seemed to make your expression softened, as though instead of treading on egg shells, you were resting upon feathers. It felt nice...

"Thanks Roman. It means a lot. And I hope you know it makes me all the more happy to keep her this way, to bring sunshine on the bad days, and on the good" You replied, not knowing what to say but the truth, you were too oblivious from sharing Shelley's excitement that you only just felt the heat flush to your cheeks, but before you realised you were gawking for far too long, you cleared your throat and simply reached to stroke Shelley on her arm.

"Hey shell? I've...got to go now. I'll visit again same time next weekend, or if it's okay with Roman? Tomorrow?" You asked, though you felt like you should of bit your tongue with that last bit. But his features didn't change, didn't drop or grimace, he simply nodded and folded his arms - That calculating stare was thrown in your direction again.

"Probably don't even have to do that" Came his reply, in which Shelley seemed just as confused as you.

"Sorry?" You canted your head at him.

"If it's alright with you, and by the looks of things, it's definitely okay with me and Shell, but you can go and pick a room..." Roman added, his sincerity was still in his voice but you didn't know if you were on the right track. Shelley gasped and held in more of her happiness, cheeks flushing the same colour as yours.

"Sleep over? I mean...Sure. It would be amazing. Only if I didn't impose and all on you Godfrey" You slightly teased him towards the end, but a small laugh that escaped your lips, something still didn't seem right within his expression.

He looked somewhat, amused.

"Not a sleepover no. I mean you can fucking live here. Pick a spare room, it's yours." He stated, wavering his hand and indicating to the rooms located upstairs, above him.

"Got way too many of them anyway" The smile that had spread across his sister's face couldn't of gotten any wider, it's like she was about to explode, as for you? You had to surely take a few days to process it all.

"It would be good company for Shell. And for me, I guess..."

That's when you knew. That not only Roman Godfrey could share some of his heart, but also throw the best surprise ever.

[skarsgard-daydreams]

“This stays between us.” And Roman?

“New Hire”

Warnings: choking, sexual content, 18+

“This stays between us,” Roman said behind you.

That much was obvious, but you kept the thought to yourself, knowing your boss would interpret a comment like that as impertinence. He had you bent over his desk with your skirt hiked up over your hips. The top buttons of your silk blouse were scattered somewhere on the floor, torn off in the scuffle. His long fingers curled around your throat as he fucked you from behind, holding you tight so the force of his thrusts wouldn’t throw your body forward on the smooth mahogany. Instead, each jolt of his hips rocked your core, making you tremble and moan as your blood thrummed through your veins, rushing to your head and making the room spin. You didn’t realize he expected a response.

Roman tightened his grasp on your throat, growling in your ear. “I said—”

You tried to gasp, but you couldn’t breathe. You dug your manicured nails into the wood grain as he kept up his relentless pace, holding your hips with his other hand and slamming into you repeatedly.

“This stays between us.”

His grip loosened, then, just enough for you to take a few shallow breaths.

“Yes, Mr. Godfrey,” you sputtered. He squeezed your throat again and you let out a breathy gasp as you started spasming around him.

“You’re such a fucking slut,” Roman said, but there was a smug sense of satisfaction in his tone. “Where did they even find you?”

You thought that you should protest—tell him that your resume was impeccable, that you left a prestigious firm to come work for the Institute, that you had never before let any man in a position of power try to fuck you—but your words melted away as he found your sweet spot and rutted against it, pushing you closer and closer to your climax. The sound that came from your lips was more of a whine than a clever retort.

Roman grinned and slowed his pace. You rolled your hips against him, begging for more. “Fuck, you’re desperate,” he said. And he was right. You were shaking, every muscle in your body clenched and ready for release.

He pulled out suddenly and flipped you onto your back. His eyes seemed darker than before and his gaze sharp enough to cut you as he observed the way your eyes were blown with desire, the way your throat still bore the imprint of his hands, the way your breasts spilled out of your ruined shirt.

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t fire you right now, and send you back out there so everyone can see you for the slut you are,” Roman said. His voice was threatening, but you knew he reveled in the power he had over you as he held your thighs open, his cock brushing against your entrance, teasing you cruelly.

You gave him the most innocent look you could and spoke in a sweet voice. “Please don’t fire me, Mr. Godfrey,” you pleaded. “I would do anything to keep this job.”

He arched a brow as he pushed back inside, filling you completely. “Anything?”

“Anything,” you purred.

[hecohansen31]

Could you pretty please my love use number 21 from the prompt list 5 with Roman?

WARNINGS: Unwanted Pregnancy, Mention of Abortion, Fear of Pregnancy, Discussion of Post-Partum Syndrome.

Pregnancy had been a strange fear of yours since you had become a young adult.

At first you had just blamed it on some kind of disinterest in babies, and an interest in enjoying more the wild life of not having children under your legs, clutching at them.

And when Nadia and Roman had entered in your life, the fear of pregnancy you had always had, had disappeared completely, since you hadn’t thought it was something that would happen soon.

But life had a strange way of fucking you all up.

A few months ago, due to an health scare and some problematic reactions of your body, you had had to stop your birth control, switching to another but leaving uncovered an entire week, in which Roman had ‘suffered’ the penance of ‘condoms’.

You hadn’t noticed any broken ones, but apparently either some had been leaking or your new birth control was ineffective, because you had, that morning, discovered that you were pregnant.

Pryce had been running some tests after the health scare you had received a few months ago, under Roman’s orders and a percentage from the blood exams had appeared extremely high and although it wasn’t anything horridly dangerous, the doctor had run a few more tests, comprehended a pregnancy one.

That had turned out positive.

And now all your fears were coming back to the surface.

You had tried to get Pryce to tell you the abortion costs and dangers, but the man had completely avoided the subject, suggesting you spoke with ‘the boss’, Roman.

‘I wouldn’t want to be blamed for any misunderstanding without him’ and you had called him ‘a fucking misogynist’ he had simply replied that it was procedure and that Roman was his boss, and he couldn’t do much without his word.

So, you had been waiting for your husband to come back home, as a good-willing wife, having left Nadia at Peter’s, since you didn’t want your bad humor to destroy her infectious good mood, and when she had hugged you goodbye for the night, you had almost ruined everything because you had felt then and there like crying.

Part of you wanted to give her a little brother or a little sister, since she had been asking for one, but part of you was damnably scared.

And it wasn’t simply the fact that you were scared of the entire pregnancy aspect and the giving birth part, remembering the risks that it could bring to you.

But it was much more complex.

Starting from the fear for your body changing and never coming back to its own, something that might have seemed superficial, even more when you knew that Roman wouldn’t have minded in the slightest, but still… it hurt you.

And then all the post-partum consequences…

They gave you a headache at overthinking everything.

And then Roman came home.

You saw the car pull up in the driveaway and Roman staying a bit in the car to calm himself, as he always did to avoid bringing his own problems at home, mostly for Nadia, since you could handle your good amount of Godfrey’s rage, but you were glad he had been trying his best to avoid outbursts in front of you and your little girl.

He then got out, prancing towards the door, unlocking it quickly and screaming your name and Nadia’s, waiting for a minute to come to greet him, at least the little girl, but you simply stood next to the kitchen window, breathing out a deep breath, as you got yourself in a chair.

Then Roman walked in, leaving the suitcase in the threshold, something that drove you nuts, but you allowed him, because part of you wanted him desperately in front of you, in order to be able to talk with him, properly.

But another part just wanted yourself to become little little and disappear.

“… what did I do wrong?” Roman immediately asked when he came in, knowing that if both the women of his life were pissed at him, at the same time, he was thoroughly fucked “… I swear that if this is because of the computer, it wasn’t completely my fault, but Peter and I were playing…”.

“You told me it was Nadia playing around with her…” you stopped yourself from diverging form the true discourse “… I am pissed about that and I want a new computer, but this isn’t about that”.

And your eyes said enough that he moved to your liquor cabinet, pulling out two drinks, till you told him to take just one.

His eyes shot you an interrogative question and for a moment you almost wanted to down a good amount of bourbon to have the ability of speaking without choking on the words you needed to say.

But you couldn’t.

Although you didn’t know whether you wanted to keep the baby or not.

“… you should sit” you suggested Roman, who tried to come closer to you, but you pushed back seeing immediately hurt flash in Roman’s eyes, but he kept the distance “… this morning I found out that I am pregnant”.

“The fuck?” Roman’s voice broke through the two words, and before you knew the words flowed almost easily out of your mouth.

“… I went to Pryce for the check-up, nothing showed up in my blood exams, but a percentage seemed strange and the doctor wanted more tests…” you nervously bit your lips, as you pronounced the words that were so desperately on your tongue, and yet you wanted to swallow them back “… and it turns out I am pregnant”.

“It isn’t fucking possible” he commented tightly, hissing through his teeth “… I used condoms, and then you were back on your birth control”.

“Pryce said that the birth control might have been ineffective since it was a smaller dosage…” you replied “… the previous one acted too actively on my hormones, so he had to switch to another one, which might have in turn… been too little for contraception”.

“I swear that fucking man…” Roman was now up the chair and turned to you, as he punched a stove that was on the kitchen counter, making you shudder lightly as you tried to calm your breathing to avoid tears “… I’ll fucking fire that incompetent”.

“Roman” you tried to call him “… I have been thinking about getting an abortion”.

He turned to you immediately, open-eyed, although understanding settled on his face.

“… I do think that it is your body and it is your choice, and all that shit… and I know that this is… surprising but… are you sure that it is the best choice?”.

You took a deep breath, trying not to make it a fault against Roman, knowing that he meant well.

To him more children wouldn’t have been problematic, except for the set up.

You had both the money and the energy for one more children, and he had actually been aching for one more, although he had never asked you, since he was waiting for you to bring it up, not wanting to push anything onto you.

But now he didn’t understand why you didn’t want it, when you were a natural nurturer with Nadia.

You hadn’t ever talked with him about your fears for this pregnancy, since you had thought it was almost silly to explain to him what you truly thought about having children, how the sole thought scared you.

But you had to now.

“I am scared… of…” it felt silly to confess such a thing, but Roman’s eyes held no judgement as he encouraged to say more “… pregnancy and childbirth”.

Roman looked at you surprised before realization shone on his face and he muttered silently:

“Letha”.

You knew it all too well what he meant and although the ghost of a bloodied Letha had haunted your dreams, your fears regarding that had started much before her death, so you gently rushed to Roman’s side, although this time he was the one who pushed you away.

“…. I didn’t realize that you are having a monster in your stomach” he spoke, although his voice trembled lightly and this time you pushed away the hands that hands that held you back “… you are doing the right thing killing that abomination”.

“I am not doing it for that and you know it” you spoke, grabbing harshly his hands, as you softened your grip till it become more tender, meanwhile Roman’s eyes became more languid, and emotional, open to you as they had been from the moment your soul had met his “… I would love nothing more than to bear you a child, but there is this fear in me… there has always been… of not surviving, of seeing my body change and never come back to normal…”.

Roman seemed to understand as his eyes softly turned to yours.

“… it scares you… truly?” he asked softly, as his hands settled himself to raise your head lightly so that you could be eye-to-eye.

“I just…” you didn’t know what to say “… is it selfish of me to act this way?”.

“It is your body” Roman simply reminded as he brought you even closer, laying a soft kiss on your forehead “… and I don’t think that anybody can choose anything for you, or judge you for what you decide to do with it”.

You nodded, lowering your head, as you slowly broke a bit away from Roman, although you kept your hands closer.

“… I’ll think about it, but…” you bit your lips, feeling the tears finally coming down your cheeks, as Roman gently gripped your hand “But I…I can’t do this without you”.

And Roman moved you quickly in his laps, feeling you breaking apart.

“… don’t worry, little one” he breathed in your hair, as he softly rubbed comforting circles on your back “… I have got you, no matter what happens”.

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Can I request some overworked roman ? He’s been stuck at the tower long nights and when date night rolls around he falls asleep on the couch while you get ready, so you let him sleep and he wakes up fussy I love soff Roman

Roman had been overly busy at the tower for the past week, he started most of his days around 6 in the morning, and has recently been finishing them around midnight or sometimes even later. There are many nights where I am without him falling asleep with me in our bed. We had been without a lot of contact with one another for the past week since he is working insane hours, but our usual Friday date night was in place and I was beyond excited to get some time with him.

I walked down the stairs and found Roman sitting in the library a book propped open, and him laying on the couch reading it. “What is the plan for tonight?” I softly spoke walking over to the couch. He marked his place in the book and looked up at me. “Well, I figured we could do dinner...-“he raised his watch up to his face, “-since it is 4:30, we can leave at 5:30?” He questioned. I nodded and began up the stairs to get ready.

I figured a dress would be appropriate tonight so I searched through my closet and soon after got into the shower, I wanted to look perfect tonight, we hadn’t had much time together so tonight was important.

I did my makeup and my hair and smoothed out the navy-blue dress I had picked and accessorized with the pearl necklace Roman had gotten me a few months ago for my birthday.

I began down the stairs and had realized Roman hadn’t made his way up to check on me and the clock now read 5. I peeked around the corner to look into the library and saw Roman lying there, book now closed on the table and him asleep. His face calm and peaceful, different from what it usually is. I began back up the stairs to dress myself in comfortable clothes, date night wasn’t needed, just time with him.

After getting comfy, I made my way back down to the library and laid down next to him, gently running a finger along the scar on his cheek, gazing at his perfect lips. His eyes gently opened. “Y/N, what’re you doing?” He gently took my hand into his and groaned. “Nothing Roman.” I whispered. “You aren’t dressed.” He fussed. “We don’t need to go out, lets just stay in and cuddle.” I suggested. He sighed and groaned once more wrapping my up in his arms and squeezing. This was my happy place, where I belong, in his arms. “Oh, my love, how I love you my Y/N.” He whispered. “I love you much, much more Roman.” I smiled. “Impossible my love.” He kissed my lips and we drifted off into our state of bliss.

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[anastasiaskarsgard]

BAD IDEA

No one asked for this but here it is. Smutty smut drunken NSFW 18+ filth for your reading pleasure.

If you had any sense, you’d have stopped drinking hours ago and be in bed by now... but where’s the fun in that?

Your head felt somewhat heavy but light at the same time. It was more of a foggy feeling really. Honestly, you couldn't exactly pinpoint how you were feeling. All you knew was that it was the moment before passing out. The feeling of the alcohol being a little bit too much but not quite enough to push you over. Though you couldn't even recall why you were at the bar right now. In fact, now that you were thinking about it, you were alone with no idea where your friends had gone.

You turned slightly on your bar stool and leaned against the bar. The martini you were holding spilled over a bit as you moved, but you barely noticed or cared. I mean the glass was a terrible design. Far too easy to spill. You sipped at the remains of it absentmindedly as you surveyed the room. Where had your friends gone? Why did they do this to you? Invite you out and then ditch you. You needed a new friend.

Then you saw him. The most delicious man that you had ever laid eyes on was sitting farther down the bar. He was long-limbed with silky chestnut hair. Long legs, angular sharp features and my God those lips. He looked very broody too. Just your type, and he was all alone too.

You got up and walked over confidently, flashing your winning smile that often brought men to their knees, and struck a pose. He didn’t even seem to notice, as he looked back down at his glass disinterestedly.

He didn't say anything, and you wondered if he was already trashed. You poked him to see if he was even aware of his surroundings. He coldly glared at you.

Wow he was even better looking head on. You smirked at him mischevioisly. Aaannnnddd nothing. Wow!

“You responded! I was wondering if you were plastered already. Wait... you did just respond right?” You asked giggling.

“You realize that you're drunk?” he asked.

“False statement!” you sang in a sing song voice. “I'm very tipsy, and if I have one more I'll be drunk, but I'm definitely not there yet.” You tried to take a sip of your drink, but realized it was no longer in your hand. Confused, you looked around, trying to find it.

He was clearly skeptical, or at least, you thought so. The changes in his facial expressions were so minute that it was hard to tell. His eyes were green and very pretty though. Almost like emeralds or that crazy green algae in aquariums.

“For the sake of peace, how you take a shot with me, and then we'll both agree that I'm drunk!” You winked at him.

He didn’t react, just looked away again, ignoring you. It was a shame he was so good looking and such a poop. Seemed like a waste. You didn’t care that you were staring at the side of his head. It was pretty amazing how good he was at blocking you out though.

“What kind of drunk are you?” you suddenly asked.

“Excuse me?!” he demanded, snapping his attention back to you.

“How're you drunk? You look like a moody drunk to me.” You nodded slightly, agreeing with yourself like you’d just given some sage advice.

“I don't get drunk."

“Nu-uh!” you disagreed. “That's a lie and green eyes don't lie, and you have such lovely green eyes. Green eyes only get jealous!”

“You must be a stupid drunk,” he muttered to himself.

“No! Stop lying green eyes! You're not supposed to lie. I'm a horny drunk, and I'm not horny enough to be drunk yet,” you shared.

“Why are you bothering me?” He seethed.

“Because you're gorgeous. Also I lost my friends, and I want you to get drunk with me. I’ve had the worst week in my life and I never go out or get drunk. I’m the most responsible bitch you’ve ever met!” You said waving your arms dramatically. You leaned in and spoke breathily in his ear “but not today, today I’m all about terrible decisions, and I’ve never seen a better bad idea than you.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed, “if I buy you a drink, will that make you go away?”

“Maybe,” you confirmed. “But you need to get another one too and drink with me!” You turned to the bartender and got his attention.

“Another martini for me and a... whatever he had before for green eyes here! Plus we need two shots of something that tastes nice. He's paying,” you told the bartender.

In your tipsy state, you didn't notice the way the bartender looked to the man next to you for confirmation, Nor did you notice the way your green eyed man nodded at the bartender. You were too focused on admiring his face.

When the bartender returned, you both took your shots, then you made sure that your green eyed man was drinking his drink before downing your own.

“Now I'm drunk!” you declared happily.

“Good. Now go away.”

You pouted. “But I don't know where to go, or even how to get there. And you’re my bad idea. Are you drunk yet?”

“Ugh.” He was obviously very sick of you. “I'd have to be in order to deal with you." He signaled the bartender who promptly brought him another drink.

“Where's my drink? How come you get another one!” You whined.

“I'm not buying you anymore. Go away.” He glared at you. He was not very nice at all and normally you’d never let someone speak to you this way, but you were drunk and he was pretty.

“You're mean! Ummmmm...”It occurred to you that you didn't know his name. “What's your name again?”

He looked at you with disbelief. “You don't know who I am?”

“Noooooooo.” You were confused. “Do I know you? Because if You know me then you know I’m not being myself and you should be way more confused like me. I don’t remember everyone I meet tho. Don't take it personally. Oh God, we've met before. . . Did you maybe get a haircut? what's your name again?”

He laughed, but it didn't seem very happy, more like a calculating laugh. It gave you the shivers. You wanted him to make you shiver in other ways.

You got distracted by his eyes again. As he drank, you watched him, entranced. He wasn’t as good at ignoring you though, he checked you out, and then looked up to see you staring and glared at you again.

You stood up abruptly, and grabbed the sides of his face, kissing him. You bit his lip, dominating, but then he began to kiss back. Soon you were fighting him for control. His hand was in your hair, pulling it to get your head at a better angle for him. You pulled away and thrilled at the fact he had been so responsive.

You bit your lip and whispered in his ear, “I don't live too far from here.”

“Where?” His voice was slightly husky.

You rattled off your address for him, and suddenly, he had your arm and you were both leaving. This was kinda surprising. He went from stone cold to let’s go in record time. Walking was proving to be a bit difficult in the gravel wearing heels so he picked you up like you didn’t weigh anything in a bridal hold. He smelled nice, so you snuggled up against him and let you carry you, grinning like an idiot. He lightly kissed your forehead and gently rubbed shapes in your skin where he held you. It was very soothing and almost sweet.

Suddenly, he set you down and you found yourself looking at your door. You didn't know how he had gotten you to your apartment. He'd distracted you the entire way with his kissing and touching. You fumbled for your keys and had a very hard time getting your door open. He made it harder by kissing your neck the entire time. This was the best idea you’d ever had.

As soon as your door popped open, he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and walked inside. As soon as the door was closed, your back was against it and he was kissing you again. By now you'd lost the battle, and he was in complete control, and you were loving it. He was so dominant, and losing yourself in someone was just what you needed.

You began to unbutton his shirt, wanting to know what his chest felt like, wanting to feel his skin. He broke away for air, and you took the opportunity to unhook your legs from around his waist so you could unbutton the last few buttons. You removed his shirt and threw it somewhere. At this point, you were standing so you kissed your way down his chest and to his belt. Unhooking his belt and quickly pulling it off, you took the opportunity to make a mad dash for your room He caught you before you made it, and you dropped his belt as he picked you up. You squealed with excitement as He carried you into your room and dropped you on your bed. Then he was on top of you, kissing your neck as his hands made their way up your shirt. One unhooked your bra as the other pushed the cups up and away from your breasts. His thumb moved over your nipple lightly causing you to gasp slightly. He cupped your breast with his hand and brushed the nipple, harsher this time causing you to moan. Then his hands were both tugging your shirt off.You were quickly topless and his eyes were on your chest before he dipped his head down and his mouth was around a nipple. He licked and bit it lightly. But you forgot about his mouth completely as one of his hands found its way under your skirt and cupped you from over your underwear. You arched into his hand as it pressed against you and moaned lightly. He pushed your underwear aside and two fingers slid into you. You began to moan and buck your hips into his hand as his fingers pushed in and then pulled out slightly. He pumped his fingers in and out a few times before smirking at you. “What a good girl. You're so wet for me.”

You whimpered as he got off of you and the cold air made you shiver. He yanked your skirt and underwear off before undoing his pants. You watched fascinated as he pulled his pants and boxers down. He was gorgeous everywhere. His skin was flawless, and he was nicely toned with broad shoulders and a prominent V line. Speaking of that area, he was very nicely sized, downright impressive. He could walk around naked and not have a single insecurity you decided.

You didn't have much time to admire his body, as soon as his pants were off he was on top of you and between your legs again. He pushed into you quickly not giving you very much time to adjust before he was pounding into you. His thrusts were hard and fast leaving you convulsing and moaning beneath him with screams and moans leaving your lips with reckless abandon. You didn’t care if you looked crazy or pissed off the neighbors.

Soon his rough pace had you seeing all white and reaching your climax. You shook and convulsed beneath him, clenching around his member but he fucked through it. He kept going and soon you were starting to build up again. You were almost seeing stars again when his pace sped up and he crushed his lips into yours, kissing you possessively as you both climaxed. He stayed inside you, giving you sweet kisses and rubbing his nose against your cheek. It was a stark contrast from the way he just fucked you.

You started to rock your hips again, and then quickly flipped him over so you were straddling him, smiling triumphantly.

He was apparently not amused by this and you found yourself face down in your mattress. His hands pulled your hips up and he roughly entered you from behind. His pace was fast and hard again but you were enjoying it. His hands were holding your hips in place tightly and you held your upper body up with your arms. At some point he reached forward and hooked your mouth with two fingers pulling your face so he could see you, growling the most dirty delectable things at you. That sent you over the edge and you were completely undone. Never in your life, had you cum like that. He came soon afterward and you both collapsed onto your bed. He pulled you over and kissed you on your head affectionately.

It was crazy how he could go from ice cold asshole, to passionate savage lover, to soft sweet cuddler in the blink of an eye.

Staying awake seemed impossible, and in your hazy state, you didn’t care that you’d just had unprotected sex with a total stranger, or what ever happened to your friends, or what your neighbors may think of your loud shameless fucking; there was still something you wanted to know. “Green eyes? What’s your name?”

He tensed up a bit and hesitated. You could practically feel him thinking before nuzzling into your hair and whispering in your ear....

“My name is Roman Godfrey.”

[emmyrosee]

Ok... so I might have an headcanon for Roman (if it doesn't suck, if it does... ignore it). But like imagine that reader is Shelley's best friend (because I love her) and Roman, being a bit protective of his sister, has this love-hate relationship with Reader, with them being annoying assholes to each other. But one day he accidentally walks in on a very juicy confession, between Shelley and Reader, where the reader confesses that she has a crush on Roman, but is afraid that is unrequited...

…my love… this is going to become a novel, sit back, grab a snack, and get comfy because noW YA GOT ME THINKING, AND I LOVE SHELLEY SO IMMA GO OFF EVERY CHANCE I CAN

So kinda like Peter, you were always just really nice to Shelley, treating her like she was normal because in basically every aspect, she is perfectly normal. You two instantly clicked, doing homework together and having her basically teach you how to do calculus (pffff whaaaat, totally didn’t put that in there because I suck at calc, whaaaaaat) and overtime, you two just became inseparable. The first time she showed you what she looked like without her hair, you cried because of how beautiful you thought she was.

Well one day, you and Shelley were hanging out at her place, despite her worries about what her mother might think, you assured her that you wouldn’t cause any sort of worry or calamity to the Godfrey house.

And you’d kept your promise… until Roman walked in, red apple in his hand. Shelley, of course, lit up in excitement as Roman plopped down next to her, while you and him merely glared at each other. You never really gotten along with the Upir, and you sure as hell weren’t about to start.

“Now what’s the princess of Hemlock Grove doing with this peasant?” Roman teased, making Shelley laugh quietly. You rolled your eyes at him, “sorry, I don’t mean to intrude, oh great Roman, but I need help passing this class because not everyone has a mother that will fuck her teachers so they can pass.”

Roman shrugged, “you act like I care enough about Olivia to defend her from that comment.” He stood up as he took a bite from his apple, the juice covering his cherry-red lips as he winked at you and nudged Shelley’s nose before leaving. She turned to you before typing ‘are you okay?’ On her device. You shrugged, “don’t worry about me. I’ve heard worse from better.” Shelley nodded before turning back to her paper, guilt filling her eyes.

“Shelley-bean,” (I love that nickname for her, okay, don’t @ me) you whisper, wrapping an arm around her. “Roman’s nothing more than a buzz in my ear. It’s gonna take a lot more than him to break me down.” You assured her, smiling sweetly. She finally nodded in agreement before smiling again, and you copied Roman’s gentle touch to her nose.

This continued for a while, you and Shelley would be doing something, and Roman would be there to make a comment or do something to make you jump.

Watching a movie? He’d reach over the couch to tickle you. Doing homework? He’d lean over your shoulder like a nosy teacher and tell you were doing things wrong when you very clearly weren’t. Making popcorn? He’d take a kernel from the bowl and flick it at you before strolling off. But you weren’t short to send it right back; you’d rip out a piece of paper from your notebook paper and beam it at his head, catching him off guard as you and Shelley held back your laughter. You’d poke his shoulder as you walked by to make him look,

If it didn’t make Shelley laugh so hard, you’re fairly sure neither of you would continue to harass each other. But her genuine, gentle laughter was enough to make you both happy, and you enjoyed messing with Roman whenever you could.

But you didn’t know just how much you liked teasing him until one night you just… couldn’t sleep. You kept thinking about all the times you’d teased him, how hard his retaliations would make you laugh, and vice versa. The crinkles of a smile against his piercing green eyes, cherry lips curling upwards to reveal rows of perfect, white teeth, and skin smooth enough to draw on.

Not that you’d needed to, Roman was a goddamned masterpiece as it was.

Night after night, you’d imagination took to the form of Roman, in bed next to you, caressing your cheek until you were soothed enough to finally sleep, but you fought it because you just wanted to keep getting lost in those pools of green.

One night, you couldn’t take it. You sat up in bed, grabbed the closest writing utensil and paper and just… wrote.

You wrote and wrote, filling the page with desires of “The Green Eyed Man,” and everything you wanted to do with him. Wanted to be with him.

The next day, half exhausted from your sudden nighttime creative session, you and Shelley hung out again, and this time, you were so wary of Roman, flinching away from his teases and touches and barely acknowledging him.

Shelley, being the ever observant lady she is, immediately picked up on your sudden lack of playfulness. ‘Are you okay?’

“Yeah!” You lied. “Yeah I Uh, I’m good.” You pulled out the English assignment you’d done last night and handed it to her, a smile on your face. “Can you just check this over for me for any errors or anything?”

Shelley nodded as she began to read, a blush spreading across her face. You shifted awkwardly as you looked at your English book, tilting your head in confusion at the paper sticking out.

Wait.

WAIT.

‘You’ve had motivation,’ Shelley typed, a shy smile on her face. Your face grew hot at her words.

“The Green Eyed Man” was held in Shelley’s hands. Not the English assignment.

“I am so sorry you had to read that,” you whispered quietly, taking the paper from her hands.

‘Do you want to talk about it?’

“No,” you sighed, crumpling up the paper, tossing it away. “I don’t know why suddenly I feel this way.”

‘It could be-‘

“Well well, what’s this?” Roman asked, and your head immediately shot up. You whipped around to face him, tears welling in your eyes. He had a cherry popsicle in one hand and he bent down to pick up your borderline confession in the other.

“Roman,” you sniffed. “Please give me the paper.”

“Why?” He asked, uncrimping it. You buried your face in Shelley’s shoulder as he read, unable to face him.

The room stayed silent as he read, and a few minutes later his expensive boots clamped against the floor.

“Hey,” he said softly, and you shamefully lifted your head. He was grinning, and you wanted to slap him in the face to clean the smug smirk off of it.

“This,” he held up the paper. “Is hot. I’ll be keeping this.” He tucked it in his pocket as he bit the end of his popsicle.

“And if you’re ever not hanging out with Shelley but you need some Godfrey in your life, give me a ring.” He added with a wink, making your heart stop and your stomach drop. He walked away cockily with his popsicle, “The Green Eyed Man’ crinkling in his pocket.

[therangersmistress]

Give me allllll the Roman stories😩 maybe a cute teenaged Roman sneaking you into his mansion trying to avoid Olivia and almost getting caught 😂

I won’t even pretend I didn’t squeal just a little bit reading this. My first nani! Welcome, I hope you stay. 🤗

Oh boy. Cute teenaged Roman is the best, I love him almost as much as a spoilt bratty Roman (someone indulge me please). I feel like usually he’d give zero fucks about his mother, or anyone else for that matter, seeing him with a girl. He’s not easily shy and definitely has an exhibitionist streak or two. But he’s also very possessive and protective of the things he considers his and so for the sake of HIS girl, he’ll keep her far away from the shit storm he calls family.

Unfortunately for them, his girl also happens to have a no-nonsense father of her own. Rendezvous at her house include a door kept open at least three quarters, most of their time together spent in the back of his car or an abandoned classroom. But Roman has a plan.

—

“Are you sure about this Rome?”

He sighed beside you. “Yes baby, what’d I tell you? She’ll be so fucking high her head will be in the clouds. She won’t hear shit”, already flicking out his keys for the door and taking off towards it.

Rushing to catch up with his long strides, you clutched your cardigan closer to your body, the butterflies in your stomach only growing. Olivia had a reputation after all.

“But what if she–”

“Stop your worrying, you’re too cute for that. Now come on, I’m freezing my balls out here.”

Scoffing, “well we don’t want that”, you eyed him warily as you followed him into the house. If you could even call it one.

Suddenly crowding closer to you, his hands on either side of your head against the door, you squeaked, as he stared down at you with an intensity only Roman could manage.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted you little girl? Three weeks. Three fucking weeks. For your sake, I hope you don’t plan on doing anything tomorrow.”

You’d refused another quickie in his car after the last time. It was safe to say there was absolutely nothing romantic, nor sexy, about someone catching you mid-orgasm behind the 7/11. The possibility of it had been exciting. Right up until the moment you threw your head back moaning, his cock spilling itself inside you and his mouth on your tit, only to meet the horror-struck eyes of your elderly neighbour.

If it weren’t for Roman’s powers, you don’t know how you would ever face Sunday brunches again.

Needless to say, Roman wasn’t too happy with your ultimatum. No sex until you can find me somewhere private and comfortable. I deserve a bed for fucks sake.

And so here you were. Sure, he could’ve gotten you a room at a swanky hotel, hell, even the motel downtown (you were pretty sure someone had been murdered at) would’ve done the job. But he’d been adamant that Olivia would find out, his money being her money and controlling bitch that she was. No, better to do it right under her nose.

And so here you were. Roman looming over you like you were the only thing in this world.

You took a shaky breath, anticipation laying heavy in your gut.

“Why don’t you show me then huh?”

Smirking, his lips brushed over yours, eyes so dark you couldn’t see them, and all you could think was and why was this a bad idea?

The tension you’d been feeling since first denying him demanded to be sated. You’d been in a constant state of desire these past weeks, Roman being Roman took everything as a challenge and made it his mission to break your resolve. Not-so-innocent glances, lingering touches, he’d practically tongue-fucked his ice cream the other day at the cinema, seemingly oblivious to the wreckage he’d made of your panties. The only thing that gave him away–the delight in his eyes. He hates strawberry.

You’d had enough. And besides, you had a little surprise for him too.

As you lowered your eyes, then looked up at him from beneath your fluttering lashes, you knew you had him. He could never resist your innocence, like a moth to a flame. Growling, he smashed his lips against yours, teeth clashing, nails sinking, in its fervour. He groaned in surprised thrill as you bit his lip just enough to taste him, the evidence of his desire trapped against your belly. 

Both so caught up in each other, you didn’t hear her until it was already too late.

Tall, beautiful, and lethal. Olivia was every inch the picture of a Godfrey. And currently, her eyes were on you.

“Takeout, darling? How quaint.”

[mystic-shadows42]

Roman Godfrey Horror Character Comparison >> Patrick Bateman

“I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days.” - Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

“What’ve you done?” You asked as you dropped the two bags full of food from your hands.

You stared in horror at Roman whose face was dripping with blood. He was mindlessly staring at himself in the mirror, not bothering to even react or look your way. Instead, he answered you in a monotone voice.

“I don’t feel like myself.”

Your chest felt heavy. You had only been gone for thirty minutes. Roman had been ill for a week and had begged you to get him something to eat after not having much of an appetite for the past couple of days. You figured he was at least feeling better but now that you looked at him, you figured wrong.

“What do you mean?”

Through the mirror, his eyes looked darker. His skin was lighter almost as if he was drained of life.

“I didn’t feel any pain.” 

You looked at the cut that Roman had inflicted on himself and wondered what the hell he’d been thinking trying to harm himself. It wasn’t like him at all to try and do something like that.

“You said you were hungry so I brought you food,” you didn’t quite know what to say. Roman was making you feel uncomfortable with how detached he seemed to be right now.

“I do feel hungry. It’s like an insatiable thirst that can’t be quenched.”

You narrowed your brows not understanding what he was saying.

“There’s water in the kitchen...and juice. I can bring you anything you’d like.” You rubbed your hands together feeling nervous. Roman straightened his posture and looked at you sharply in the mirror.

“I can hear your heart racing. It’s only making your blood flow more soundly,” he closed his eyes and hummed in appreciation. What he was saying wasn’t making sense but you knew he wasn’t well.

He needed to be seen and you doubt he’d want it to be from a doctor. Roman opened his eyes and they fluttered a few times before his eyes grew wide in alert. His pupils were dilated then his breathing became harsh.

“You need to leave.”

“I’m not going to leave you like this.” You took a step forward but stopped when he looked at you sharply. His eyes were almost completely black now.

“You need to go before I do something bad. There’s only so much control I have over myself right now.”

You huffed out a humorless laugh thinking perhaps this was all some sort of joke he’d been playing with you. It was a sick joke that you so wanted to believe. You walked straight to him and rubbed his arms trying to soothe him but he held you firmly away looking at you intensely.

“Get the fuck out before I fucking hurt you.”

He didn’t need to say anything else. That otherworldly look he gave you was enough to scare you right out of the house. The groceries were long forgotten and gone was the thought of caring for your long time-friend whom you harbored a crush on.