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

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Why does nobody associate Roman Godfrey with blackbear when it is so very obvious he would love that sad boy type music and Peter would probably make fun of him for it.
I got my period in the middle of the night and now I have a deep need for consistency and daddy Roman. Lemme project a lil
They have been together for a long time. Since they were teenagers. Neither of them knew the exact date but it didn’t matter. Over the years how they treated her period has changed a lot. In their teen years roman could barely handle himself, and she would let him do whatever he wanted. He would become feral clawing at her panties as soon as he smelled it on her, something at the time she loved. It had helped bond them in a weird way.
Now that he’s a ceo and her cramps have gotten worse by ten fold things are a lot calmer. Roman understands his blood lust and now that he has a nutrient from pryce and sometimes indulges on feeding on her neck her period blood (that’s like 80% water did you guys know that?? I didn’t know that and it freaked me out lmao) doesn’t string him out the way it used to. Now he’s much more concerned with how she’s feeling. He wants her to feel comfortable. Everything he does in life now has her in mind.
One night she was stirring in her sleep having a bad dream. She was in pain, and couldn’t find out why. She tried screaming but with her muscles in the rem stage she didn’t make a noise. Roman felt her stirring and opened one eye to make sure she was okay it was almost as soon as he saw her face that he smelled her bleeding. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw it was around 3am. He would have to be awake for work soon in a few hours but he knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep through this much longer and he didn’t want her to anyway.
They had been expecting her period any day. She calculated it the best she could because she’s not one for surprises. A doctor at the tower, that is absolutely not pryce because he freaks her out, has her on a really awesome birth control making her as regular as she could be. The reason she went on it was to try and combat cramps but it didn’t workout quite the way they had hoped.
“Hey.” He whispered leaning forward to kiss her forehead. She didn’t wake so he cupped his hands around her checks and kissed in between her eyes a little harder then before.
“Hey.” He repeated.
Her eyes opened and she started gasping for breath. She recognized she was in pain but still half asleep she wasn’t sure if it was still part of the dream.
“You’re okay, baby.” Roman whispered pulling her into his chest. She snuggled into him and took a deep breath.
“I was having a nightmare.” She explained.
Roman sighed. “You started.”
“God fucking dammit.” She fussed. She felt the need to cry wash over her. Even though it shouldn’t be, it was embarrassing. You never really get used to bleeding all over your rich boyfriends bed. She pushed her palms against his chest to remove herself from him but he didn’t let go. She had thought for a second maybe he had fallen back asleep. “Rome.” She urged as she pushed again.
“It’s not a big deal.” He said to her.
She rolled her eyes and even in the darkness of the room Roman had felt her do it.
“Don’t get bratty. Go take care of it and I’ll be here.” He let her out of his arms and she scurried away as fast as she could. She stopped in the closet first grabbing some fresh pajamas and panties before rushing to the bathroom.
Roman waited until he heard the bathroom door shut and then got up. He turned a few lights on but dimmed down so he could see without blowing out his pupils. His girlfriend always gave him shit for the extra boujie things he had in his house. Lights with the perfect dimmers, heated tiles in the bathroom, he even had a small appliance specifically to warm towels for after a shower. She made fun of him for all of these things but was also the first one to use the heated tiles in the winter.
He made his way to the hallway near the bedroom and pulled out some clean sheets. There wasn’t any blood on the ones already on the bed but he knew it would make her feel better if they were clean anyway. He scanned around the cabinet and pulled out the heating pad tucked away in the back used only during one week in the month. It was old and ratty, probably from the early 80’s and definitley a fire hazard.
“But it still works.” She would fight when he offered a new one.
Tucking the sheets safely under his arm he made his way down into the kitchen for some water and something to help her with the pain. He lightly jogged up the stairs to make sure he would be back before she was.
When she returned from the bathroom Roman had just plugged in the heating pad into the outlet near the wall. She noticed the new sheets on the bed and felt a little guilty about him having to do all of this for her in the middle of the night.
“Thankyou.” She tried to sound extra grateful although she didn’t have to. Roman knew she appreciated everything he did for her. He wouldn’t do any of it otherwise.
“Anything for you babygirl. What else do you need?”
Her eyes fell to the nightstand where Roman had put a glass of water and a joint. Tylenol probably would have sufficed but this is still Roman we are talking about.
“I shouldn’t have that in here.” She pointed to the joint. “I can go into the garage at least.”
Roman rolled his eyes. “I don’t think one joint is going to ruin the entire bedroom. Besides Mother Nature fucked you hard tonight, I think you earned it.”
“But you have to be awake soon anyway I can just—“
“I’ll work from home today.” He grabbed the joint himself and lit it with a match from the drawer of the nightstand. After a slow inhale to get it going he held it out to her. “Come on, let me take care of you.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. He was right. She didn’t know why she was fighting it. Maybe because she was in pain and past the point of frustration well into self pity.
She crawled into bed with him and they passed the joint back and forth in silence until it was burned all the way down into Roman’s fingertips. She adjusted herself with the heating pad against her lower abdomen and sunk further into romans arms. Her cramps finally subsiding as Romans cool hands traced along the freckles on her arms.
“You don’t have to work from home. I’m a big girl.” She pouted.
Roman grinned and kissed the crook of her neck.
“That may be true. But you are MY babygirl.”
Got my period a week early and am having the worst cystic acne breakout because *hormones* and this is a big ol fat mood.
bill taking you to a vacation home for the weekend to relax but end up jumping each other’s bones the second you get there
what a mooood. you realize you’re both totally alone for the first time in a while and instead of going on that hike he promised, you end up fucking on like every surface in the house, including the deck outside because there’s nobody around for miles and y’all don’t have to worry about anybody spying. he probably takes several polaroids of you too. some are innocent, like ones of you on a hike or enjoying the sunset or making breakfast. others are of you on your knees with his dick in your mouth, or you on the forest floor with him inside of you. real artsy shots 😉
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title from the harry styles song of the same name
disclaimer: i’m not trying to distract from what’s going on by posting my work. that would never be my intent. times are trying, and i’m simply trying to provide some sort of entertainment or something to do with your time. i’m not fishing for any praise of any kind, i’m just putting my work out like i usually do. i love you all and please stay safe.
notes: in other news, if you haven’t noticed, i have a posting schedule now. it used to be every friday somewhere around midday, but that wasn’t really doing much with the algorithm, so i changed it to midday thursday. and i’ll be taking a week off next week bc i’m getting my wisdom teeth removed then. (which i’m incredibly anxious about) so if i go awol for a little while, that’s why.
also, i have almost no knowledge of alcohol! and i don’t drink! so if i don’t have some commonly known drink or bartender knowledge, please forgive me.
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“i’ll take an old fashioned, please.” a woman asked politely, flashing her pearly whites.
“one apple martini with no olive,” a man requested.
“can i get a scotch on the rocks?” a man with a gruff voice asked.
you were new to this job, but you had a bit of experience, both on the bartender end and the bar attender end. you quite liked this job; the customers were fairly friendly, and you were in a much less seedy part of town than the last dive bar you worked at. you didn’t mind it, though, it gave you your thick skin, something you need in a profession like this.
you also liked this job better because you weren’t alone. this joint in particular had more bar space than seating space, so they commissioned two bartenders to work instead of just the one. the first few days you were a little rusty, not having worked in a while, but the two of you quickly got into the swing of things.
his name was roman godfrey, heir to the godfrey fortune, who had a much different story on how he became a bartender. coming from such a wealthy family, he of course inherited the highest position at godfrey tower, which he quickly realized was way too much work for him to handle. roman had transformed from a spoiled rich brat to someone who had more respect for people who actually had to work to keep themselves afloat, and you’d say it changed him for the better.
somewhere along the line he’d developed a respect for women, too, probably coming from some prior bartending experience. you admired him for that, mostly because you’d hate to work with the man he used to be.
another reason you enjoyed working with him so much was the fact that his name was so well known across the entire state of pennsylvania that nobody really liked to fuck with him. they’d much rather stay on his peaceful side, because some, more than others, had seen his aggravated side before and were not too terribly inclined to see it again. this came in handy for you when a situation similar to tonight’s had arose.
it was a stormy night, much like many spring evenings. the bar was packed tighter than usual since it was raining much too hard for anyone to leave. it was nearing last call, and you and roman were trying to close up, much to the dismay of the customers. as you were starting to stack some glasses, a greasy older man sauntered up to the bar, plopping right down on the barstool you’d just cleaned.
“i’ll take a gin and tonic, and make it snappy, i’ve gotta get home,” the man demanded, tone devoid of any politeness. “and it’d do you some good to button that up a few more times.” he gestured to your uniform that had the first couple buttons undone to show some cleavage.
“excuse me?” you stammered, flabbergasted at his frankness. you paused what you were doing, frozen in shock.
“you heard me. now make me that drink, bitch, or i’ll climb over this fucking bar and make it myself.” the man insisted.
“you have no right to say that to me.” you defended. “this is my uniform, and if it makes me more comfortable to unbutton it, then i will. i don’t need input from people like you, and you certainly don’t deserve a drink for acting like that. we’re closing anyway, it’s too late.”
you’d handled customers like this before, but they tended to be much less blatant about their sexism and disrespect than this man was. you had started drying the glasses and putting them away at a much faster pace just to get this insistent man off your ass.
“come on, no ones over here, what’s it gotta take for a guy to get a drink?” the man’s inebriation became much more obvious now as he grabbed your forearm as you reached for another glass.
“let go of me!” you shrieked, much louder than you intended. this caught the attention of quite a few other customers and, of course, roman, who quickly made his way over to you.
“exactly what the fuck do you think you’re doing here, huh?” he growled, setting his piercing gaze on the man, who quickly unhanded you.
“i asked her very kindly if she would please make me a drink, and she said no.” he swallowed nervously, the mere presence and power seeping off of roman intimidating him.
“it didn’t sound very kind to me, man. i didn’t hear any fucking ‘please and thank you’s over here.” roman replied, trying to keep his calm with the man that he wanted to hypnotize into slamming his head on the bar.
the man stayed silent, his cocky asshole persona fading into fear at the hands of mr godfrey. roman nodded at his compliance and subtly placed a hand on top of yours on the glass you were holding.
“alright sir, if you would please kindly,” he put a strong emphasis on the word. “stop bothering my friend, get the fuck out of our bar, and head the fuck home, it would be much appreciated.”
as if entranced, the man pulled his jacket back up on his shoulders, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking straight into the rainstorm.
roman looked down at you and smiled his signature grin. usually that’d have your heart melting like a popsicle on a hot summer day, but you weren’t in the mood for it. the scowl on your face told him everything he needed to know.
“why the face? what did i do?” he asked genuinely. he had learned not to skip straight to defending his actions, finding that asking what his mistake was and how to fix it was a method much more popular with the ladies.
“you should’ve let me handle that myself.” you frowned, unhappy with the situation at hand.
“what? why would i do that?” he asked incredulously. “i’m not just gonna stand by and watch that cretin of a man treat you like that!”
“i know, and i thank you for that. your heart was in the right place, but you shouldn’t have stepped in.” you began. “for the longest time, almost every profession has been male-dominated, so us women get the short end of the stick when it comes to how we’re treated in the workplace.
“men have some sort of hero complex, thinking they can insert themselves into a situation they had nothing to do with and earn praise and thanks for their help that wasn’t asked for. men think that they can start confrontations with us and expect us to be silent and complient, to just sit there and take it because we’re not going to stand up for ourselves.” you watched the expression on his face morph to one of interest. “it was my situation, my job to deal with it, and my job to handle the repercussions, should there be any.
“men are accustomed to getting whatever they want, whenever they want it, and that’s got to change, and it starts with small things. small things like me, reprimanding that man for his actions and the way he spoke to me.” you took a breath. “i’m glad you recognized something was happening, but you should’ve only stepped in had things gotten more violent.”
roman looked stunned, almost like he’d gotten a slap across the face. you shouldn’t be surprised, this was usually the reaction you got from men when you tried to educate them on the trials and tribulations of women, but something was different. rather than shocked and confused as to why you would think that, he seemed more understanding of your struggles. sympathetic, even.
he stood still for a moment, as if he was a sponge absorbing all the information you’d dumped on him. “wow, i had no idea there was so much behind that. thank you for letting me know.”
“can i..?” his question trailed off as he leaned down towards you, lips meeting yours. you melted into his embrace, the weeks of yearning for this exact moment finally catching up to you. he started to pull away, but you stood on your tiptoes and chased his lips. you both pulled away breathlessly, lips wet and pink.
“wow, that was,” the rest of your thoughts fell short, but as you looked at roman it was apparent he had the same idea, whatever that may be.
“can i walk you home?” he asked, gathering his things. you nodded up to him, smiling sheepishly as he gently placed your jacket on your shoulders.
the two of you managed to close the bar for the night and fortunately, the rain had died down enough for you to head home. roman held his umbrella above both of you as you curled into his side to escape the cold chill of the rain.
he dropped you off at your place, turning to leave before you spun him around. you hopped up the first two steps and leaned down to kiss him again, easier this time since you were at his level. he smiled against you and kissed back fervently, placing a hand on the area between your neck and shoulder for some leverage.
you said your goodbyes, heading into your house, still feeling the tingling sensation where his hand was as you smiled giddily.
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ignore the ending i cant write endings it’s a problem
the feminist jumped out a bit sorry not sorry
i wrote almost all of this last night bc inspiration suddenly struck and i had to take advantage of it and this turned out waayyy longer than intended oopsie
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Quiet moments are very much welcomed these days🌸💓
I hit my wax pen a few times then wandered around until I found some grass to lay in while I read. I saw a few bees, and since I’m trying to become less afraid of bugs I did my best to let them exist without me screaming around them lol. Sometimes, you just gotta run your hands through the dirt you know.
(I have a few of these so please don’t feel like you have to do them all but) Loveyyyy!! Could I bug you for #43 of the little one prompts with Roman??🥺❤️❤️
WARNINGS: Mention of Roman’s Past/Curses/Roman Being An Idiot/Child Crying.
Little one settling down after you finally figure out what they need.
Roman didn’t know what to do anymore.
The child had been crying for the entire night.
And she didn’t seem to have any intention to stop, scaring away even the nanny, which left Roman all to himself to take care of a newborn baby that wouldn’t just shut up.
And he didn’t know how to properly approach the small girl.
He had barely been able to hold her after his mother had revealed the way she had been conceived.
He couldn’t help but feel like she remembered him of his own sin.
Hence, he couldn’t just approach her, because he felt and deep down he didn’t want to contaminate something so pure and yet already marked by the loss of her mother and her father’s sins.
And yet the suffering cries made him unable to focus on anything else or simply sleep, although he knew that the baby had been both fed and didn’t have any medical problem, since he had called the doctor to give her a quick check up, revealing that nothing with the baby was unwell.
He was tempted to call you.
Honestly, it was all he had wished to do since the last time he had heard of you.
But then he had remembered that he had chosen to leave you in the past, alongside Peter, to shield you from the monstrosity that he was, underneath everything.
But you had always been more stubborn than him.
He certainly had loved this side of you.
Hence when he heard the doorbell being ring, he had a few ideas on who it might be.
So, he wasn’t surprised when it turned out to be you.
“What the fuck?” he had commented, still trying to seem surprised for your presence there, although you minded him no business, immediately focusing on the child’s cry coming from the private room.
You had been there at Letha’s funeral, so you knew for sure that the child had been assigned to Roman, although you didn’t know the full details.
“… I was checking your whatsapp entries, and who the heck is still on his whatsapp at 3 a.m.” you mumbled, as you looked impatient to get to the baby, meanwhile Roman tried to push himself between you two, as he took in your hurried assemble.
You could have worn a potato sack and he still would have thought you were his own personal Adriana Lima.
“… fucking insomniacs” commented Roman, before trying to shush you away, although the temptation of letting you handle everything was high “… now don’t make me call the police on you, it’ll probably ruin that perfect record of zero crimes you have…”.
“It’s the child, isn’t it?” and he knew that he was busted.
“No” he commented harshly trying to make you physically leave, but you were far stronger than Roman had originally thought and resisted against him, although he would have blamed it all on the sleepless nights on his shoulders “… what will it take to make you run off of my property, you psycho”.
“Oh, I am the psycho, now” you retorted, taking Roman straight up by the metaphorical balls and pushing him finally to his side, letting yourself in the house, as you immediately seemed to know what to do, moving towards the room, as Roman trailed on your tail.
He couldn’t just fucking grab you over his shoulders and push you away.
Although he was tempted to.
The most he could do was let you follow your own stubbornness.
Trailing behind you.
“… when was the last time you got a night of sleep?” you commented, attempting to make small talk, meanwhile you walked in the private room, left open in order for Roman to be able to check on the child.
He had also hoped that keeping it open might lull the child back to sleep.
But it didn’t seem to work in the slightest.
Nothing seemed to work honestly.
“… the last… ohhh… let me think… when I was in that bitch’s womb” he commented harshly, making you send him a glare, as you reminded him ‘not to swear in front of the child’ “… she is a few months old, she won’t even fucking remember”.
“When she grows up to have a sailor’s mouth at least you’ll know who is to blame” you mumbled back softly, as you lowered your tone, moving towards the small crib where the agitated child was laying, looking at her for a few minutes, in which the child seemed to finally give her lungs a break.
Roman just watched you from the side, looking at you carefully, as you handled the child with expertise, remembering that you used to babysit a few of the babies in your neighborhood, when you were both in school to try to save something up for your own future college.
He knew that he should have searched for your help before.
You had actually offered it to him.
But he had just been too ashamed and hurt to accept it.
He was worried you would have been exactly like Peter: you would have fucking run away as soon as you saw the child.
But no, instead, you were pushing stubbornly to get him to let you stay, as you held the small child in your arms, lulling her softly as you sang her a bit, asking her with a softer voice how she was feeling and why she wasn’t ‘letting her daddy sleep’.
“He becomes even grumpier when he doesn’t sleep” you let her know, as if it was your secret and Roman Godfrey’s dark and rotten heart, at that, swell.
In answer the child cooed some mumbles that were impossible to understand but to which you nodded “… oh you are right, sweetheart, your daddy is always grumpy”.
The child finally seemed to calm down, and you put her down in the crib, adjusting a blanket around her tiny body and gently letting her envelop a small fist against your finger, till she eventually loosened her grip when she fell asleep.
Peacefully and innocently.
That is when you turned to Roman, whose eyes had never left the idyllic portrait that you two were.
And then you turned to him, because although you had solved one thing with the smaller Godfrey, you had now to focus on the bigger one.
Which would be quite the challenge in itself.
But Roman knew that you would have stuck around for it.
And his heart fluttered with a feeling that he had long forgotten.
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“I’m ugly. I’m an ugly person. I have an ugliness it’s impossible to love.”
i just need mean daddy bill to shove me into place and say “sit your little ass down” when i’m off the walls doing whatever i please muah
he’d straighten up to his full height and shove you down to your knees in front of him and you’d feel so tiny underneath him because he’s just so big and he’s pissed
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WARNINGS: Noisy Moms, Estabilished Poly-Relationship
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Sadly, with the fact that Roman and Ivar were quite busy men, family moments weren’t very frequent, although they both tried their best to be active and present fathers.
So, they both tried to create their own small moments in their free time, absolutely adoring bringing the children to the park, mostly now that the both the twins had grown up enough to enjoy all the games.
Alexander enjoyed them mostly, meanwhile Eric was shier and less adventurous, mostly staying close to you.
Pregnant with a three months child.
Hence there wasn’t much you could except entertain him with a bit of chatter.
And eventually the child grew a bit impatient and uneasy, something which didn’t pass unnoticed to both Roman and Ivar, that exchanged gladly the twins, as Roman tried to convince Eric to play the games and with the other children, eventually getting him to join his other twin, Alexander goading him in playing.
So, you got a bit of calmness and also to ogle properly at your men working with children, as a woman sat beside you, somebody you had seen quite frequently at the park, their child playing sometimes with your twins.
“Gosh you are definitely lucky! Two men at your service!” she commented without introducing to you, but you tried your best to simply smirk it off at her, as you noticed Roman helping Eric on the stairs of the wooden castle of the park “… are they your brothers?”.
It took all you had in your not to laugh in her face.
You had heard quite the amount of explanation behind who those two gloomy men that accompanied you everywhere.
You had even had to change a gynecologist because the woman had started getting quite nosy, surprised by the men alternating at your check-ups.
Not that you had anything against or were ashamed of your relationship, but you, alongside your boys, preferred to keep it private to avoid gossip and any other annoyances.
“No, they aren’t” you replied curtly, trying to mind your own business, but before you knew it every pregnant woman’s nightmare happened.
She touched your stomach.
“… you are already expecting another!” she commented, as you tried to simply shift away “… then one of them must be the father! Gosh, which one is it? I do have to say that they are quite handsome”.
And almost prompted by your uneasiness, Ivar got Alexander in his arms to push him away from the playground as Roman did one last slide with Eric, who had certainly learned to enjoy it, almost starting to cry as his father brought him away, before he was bribed with the promise of ice cream for lunch.
Alexader moving towards you screaming ‘mommy’ immediately attracted the stranger attention and you were more than glad when she moved her hands away, under Ivar’s harsh scrutiny.
“Mom!” attracted your attention your hyperactive son “… can we get ice cream now? Daddy Roman has promised it to me!”.
A shiny victorious smile appeared on the woman’s face, but it was immediately disrupted by Eric clutching softly on Ivar’s arm, as he also hopefully looked up at you.
“Oh, did daddy Roman promise it?” you croaked an eyebrow, before you shot an harsh glare at Roman, who should have known better than to make this kind of promises, but still you couldn’t deny it, even more when you were also craving a good kilo of ice cream “… of course, sweethearts”.
And both your twins’ smiles appeared, mimicking the one on Ivar’s face, who moved to ask you if you were feeling too tired, something that made the woman next to you quite suspicious, and it got even worse when Alexander, always the impatient one, moved to ask his ‘papa Ivar’ to ‘move his butt and get him ice cream’.
Nothing was going to put itself between him and his ice cream.
And now the woman next to you looked positively shocked.
Much to your amusement, as you waved goodbye at her, but she simply raised and ran away.
Roman shot you a confused look, to which you simply replied shaking your head and requesting ice cream.
You ate for two these days.
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Eventhough I don’t like her… here she is doing some hero work
@anastasiaskarsgard heroes work? Like fucking them at the same time?
@ilovetheideaofu My heart belongs to Roman, but if I thought it’d make him happy to bang Peter and use me as an excuse to do so… I’d be his hero