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nightfang22 · 2 years ago

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Masterlists of All My Work

Updated 011/18/2024

Requests are OPEN!

Hazbin Hotel:

Alastor (NO SMUT)

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Misc.

Angel Dust

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Lucifer

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Imagines

Series

Misc.

Daddy,I'm A Zombie:

Gonner

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Misc.

One of Us Is Lying:

Simon Kelleher

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-Kinktober Day 1:"Let me see those eyes."

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Wayne:

Wayne McCullough

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-Virgin Lovers

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IT:

Patrick Hockstetter

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-Patrick's Princess Part One

-Patrick's Princess Part Two

-Patrick's Princess Part Three

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John Doe+:

John Doe

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Homestuck:

Dave Strider

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-DJ Dave

-Dave x Male!Reader HCs

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-Simple Paradise

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Sollux Captor

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Mituna Captor

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Karkat Vantas

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Kankri Vantas

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Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

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-Blurb One

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Gareth Emerson

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-Blurb One

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Honor Society:

Michael Dipnicky

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-Blurb One

-Blurb Two

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Creepypasta:

Jeff The Killer

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Ben Drowned

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Eyeless Jack

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Ticci Toby

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Adventure Time:

Marshall Lee

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The Good Doctor:

Shaun Murphy

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Heathers:

Jason Dean

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Your Boyfriend:

Peter

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Eddsworld:

Tord

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-The Norski and the Themby Chapter One

-The Norski and the Themby Chapter Two

-The Norski and the Themby Chapter Three

-The Norski and the Themby Chapter Four

-The Norski and the Themby Chapter Five

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Tom

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SallyFace:

Sal

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Larry

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South Park:

Kenny McCormick

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-Get Angry

We Need To Talk About Kevin:

Kevin Khatchadourian

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American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

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Kit Walker

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Kyle Spencer

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Jimmy Darling

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Kai Anderson

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Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

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My Hero Academia:

Katsuki Bakugo

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-Blurb One

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-Revenge Porn

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Izuku Midoriya

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-Tattoo Artist Izuku

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-Bite Of Fate

-Sweat and Lace

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Shoto Todoroki

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Eijiro Kirishima

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Hitoshi Shinsou

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Denki Kaminari

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Hanta Sero

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Dabi

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Shouta Aizawa

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-Can't Erase Heartbreak

-Can't Erase Heartbreak Part 2

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Big Hero 6

Hiro Hamada

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iliveformanyfictionalcharacters · 2 years ago

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Bee’s Masterlist

Last Updated - 10/14/23

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Fire and Fear - Sam has awful nightmares about Jess and Dean is there to help. (Angst)

Castiel

Gabriel

Rowena Mcleod

Crowley

Benny

Andy

Multiple

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Multiple

Harry Potter

Young Sirius Black

Young Remus Lupin

Young James Potter

Cedric Diggory

Hermione Granger

Neville Longbottom

Luna Lovegood

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

Multiple

Confessions Of Love - Small stories about you confessing your love for HP characters. (Fluff)

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Death - The Greene Family farm was a miracle to everyone. Except for one person.(Angst)

Glenn Rhee

Multiple

Pirates Of The Caribbean

Jack Sparrow

Will Turner

Multiple

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Cordelia Foxx

Kyle Spencer

Misty Day

Zoe Benson

Blushing Butterflies -Zoe and the reader have massive crushes on each other, only Zoe doesn’t realize it because of the readers calm nature. (Fluff)

Jimmy Darling

James March

Elizabeth

Multiple

The Hobbit/LOTR

Thorin Oakenshield

Kili Durin

Fili Durin

Bofur

Bombur

Bifur

Dwalin

Balin

Oin

Gloin

Ori

Dori

Nori

Bilbo Baggins

Samwise Gamgee

Frodo

Merry

Elrond

Legolas Greenleaf

Tauriel

Multiple

HOO Books!Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Grover Underwood

Annabeth Chase

Hazel Levesque

Jason Grace

Leo Valdez

Piper McLean

Frank Zhang

Multiple

Marvel

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Thor

Loki

Jack Thompson

Peggy Carter

Daniel Sousa

Howard Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Sam Wilson

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Multiple

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Argyle

Multiple

Horror

Paul

David

Dwayne

Marko

Michael Emerson

Michael Myers

Bo Sinclair

Flowers - Giving Bo the flowers you picked. (Fluff)

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Bubba Sawyer

Disabled S/0 - Bubba Sawyer with a S/O who uses a cane. (Fluff)

Nubbins Sawyer

Choptop Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Norman Bates

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Spooky Lovers - Just two people confessing their love during the spooky season (Fluff)

Randy Meeks

Tatum Riley

Brahms Heelshire

Billy Lenz

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie White

Multiple

Meetings - Meeting all the Lost Boys (Fluff)

Grease (Retired From Requests)

Danny Zuko

Kenickie

Putzie

Fear - Putzie has a nightmare and Danny gets worried. Platonic or Romantic; your choice.(Fluff)

Fever - Putzie is extremely sick and after trying to tough it out he seeks help from Danny and Sandy.(Fluff)

Date? - Putzie gets help from his friends to ask out his crush.(Fluff)

The Sting In His Heart 1/2 - Putzie’s been bullied his entire life, it’s been getting worse and worse with every school year. But now that he has four overprotective friends on his side, what's going to happen to those bullies? (Angst)

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Doody

Sunny

Multiple

F.r.i.e.n.d.s.

Joey Tribbiani

The One With 7 Friends - What if there were seven friends, instead of six. And what if Joey finally found his match.

Chandler Bing

Ross Geller

Monica Geller

Rachel Green

Phoebe Buffay

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auroracalisto · 2 years ago

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aurora's 2,000 followers celebration

welcome, friend! take a seat, stay a while—this celebration is for you! like i've said before, i honestly do not know how i even amassed 100 followers, let alone 2,000 of you! i appreciate you so very much and i'm so glad to be able to celebrate with you.

when: january 1st through january 8th who: i would appreciate it if you followed me to participate, but it is not necessary. also, you can be anonymous or not—the choice is entirely yours! how: send me an ask, along with what is asked of you (see below) | please be sure to either send me the emoticon or the name that corresponds with the emoji so i know what you want!

more information is under the cut ♡

✎ blurbs [send me a prompt from this list here and a character you'd like to see it with (scroll further to see who i'll write for); blurbs will not be any longer than 900 words]

♢ mini games [fmk, top five, this or that, would you rather]

☆ ask me anything [with this one, ask me what you want to know. it could literally be anything. ask for advice. ask about my wips. you could even ask for my unpopular opinions with this one]

☼ cast my mutuals [send me a thing and i will cast my mutuals]

☺ playlists send me a character or a ship and i'll make a playlist with 5 or more songs!

♡ love letters mutuals only—send me the heart emoji and i'll write a love letter to you; why you are such an amazing and wonderful mutual. p.s., we don't have to be close mutuals for you to do this. i love you no matter what.

extras:

i will only write for adult characters.

for the blurbs, i will not write anything nsfw.

i'll write for any of the following characters: [bridgerton] anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, eloise bridgerton [marvel] matt murdock, otto octavius, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, loki [peaky blinders] thomas shelby, alfie solomons [stranger things] eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley [the last kingdom] uhtred ragnarsson, osferth, sihtric, finan [top gun] rooster, hangman, bob, phoenix, iceman, maverick, goose, slider [american horror story] michael langdon, xavier plympton, chet clancy, kit walker, james patrick march [the umbrella academy] viktor hargreeves, klaus hargreeves, diego hargreeves, ben hargreeves, lila pitts, sloan, axel, otto, oscar character you want not listed? send me an ask and i'll let you know if i can write for them or not.

ALL POSTS WILL BE TAGGED WITH: #auroras2kcelebration

tagging some of my amazing mutuals who may want to participate: @imgoingtofreakoutnow @imaginearyparties @yn-ymn-yln @hellotvshowtrash @elijahs-wife @dumble-daddy @twinkiemaximoff @themarvelousbee @undeadcortez @prudentia-potentia-est @dizzydancingdreamer @gggoldfinch @hoebrowsalad @kpopgirlbtssvt @kitwalker02 @leossmoonn @lady-salvatore @xxwritemeastoryxx @captainsophiestark @vxidsti1es @bisexual-rebekah @no-mercy-bby @mrs-maximoff-kenner

disclaimer: you may send as many asks as you want. however, i do have a life outside of tumblr, and i often become overwhelmed. please be patient with me as i navigate through the asks. also, if there is anything that i may feel uncomfortable with, i will delete it. please be aware that there is a human on the other side of the screen, and do not take offense.

#aurora's 2000 followers #auroras2kcelebration #2k followers #appreciation post #i love you guys so much #thank you

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moonbeamsandmayhem · 1 year ago

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I don’t read stranger things fic and really never have (and tbh my general fanfic consumption is down quite a bit from what it used to be so I don’t read a lot of fic in general anymore, much less get my rocks off to it or w/e) but I make an exception for your stuff bc like…just the little blurbs and stuff you do are So well written and also So hot that any time you come up on my dash I end up either reading it instantly or sending it to myself to read later depending on where I am, and they legit never disappoint

Like I followed @wroteclassicaly for the Michael langdon stuff (also amazing), saw you through them, and then Bam

You’re genuinely one of the best writers on this hellsite, congrats, thank you, and please have a nice day

Wow, okay, first off let me say how genuinely thankful I am that you took time to send me this. It truly brightened my day and I’m so gratified that you like my writing! I’m still testing the waters with writing longer stuff, so stay tuned for that. But honestly, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You should really be thanking @wroteclassicaly because without her encouragement- this blog would still be a mere figment of my imagination and half of these ideas would be on the cutting room floor.

#dd speaks

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delicateflowerss · 2 years ago

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Lana Del Rey Prompts

Hello, lovelies! Firstly, I want to say thank you to everyone who has followed me and interacted with my work, it means so much! I want to be more active on here, so I thought it would be fun to do Lana Del Rey prompts.

The guidelines are:

Send me any Lana Del Rey song or lyric, and a character, and I'll write a blurb about it. I'll write for any of the characters on my masterlist, (Rafe Cameron, Tyler Galpin, Michael Langdon, AND any other male OBX character) I thought I would expand my horizons a little.

I appreciate you all <3

#prompts #rafe cameron #obx #tyler galpin #michael langdon #lana del rey prompts

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3fluffies · 1 month ago

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Fic Update: Angels Awakening (Angels & Demons AU Sequel)

With the blessing of the original author, I have adopted her 10+ year unfinished series, rechristening it Angels & Humans: An AU of the Angels & Demons 2009 film centered on Ewan McGregor’s portrayal of Camerlengo Patrick McKenna that incorporates amazing supernatural/mythical elements.

The first installment, Angels Rising, has been heavily revised with added details with the original author’s blessing, consistent with my passion for worldbuilding and backstory-exploration.

The second installment and current WIP, Angels Awakening, is also being revised, the first new chapter is up, and revisions to the existing chapters with lots of additional detail and new scenes are almost complete:

Prologue: A year passes after the Illuminati attack and the election of Patrick McKenna by adoration due to his apparently-miraculous survival of the antimatter explosion. The young Pope Michael navigates grief and guilt in his dreams, but just as it seems the healing process is well under way approaching the anniversary of Pope Pius XVI’s death, those dreams take a terrifying turn, hinting at something far more sinister beginning to stir.

Chapter 1: As the first anniversary of the Illuminati attack approaches, Patrick McKenna's nightmares have taken a demonic turn - literally. Cardinal Strauss reveals the strange dream that precipitated Patrick's election as Pope and the possibility that divine intervention has now saved Patrick's life twice. They are still wondering why when they discover that demonic intervention may pose a real threat to the young Pope's life.

Chapter 2: Commandant Richter has questions that his young Pope can't answer, and across the Atlantic, Robert Langdon's colleagues in the Astronomy Department at Harvard speak of a discovery that draws his mind back to a certain doomsday prophecy. New scenes added in which Richter investigates Patrick's injuries and ponders their long, often-contentious acquaintance, and the anniversary of Pope Pius's death arrives with unexpected comfort for Patrick.

Chapter 3: Cardinal Baggia reunites with his rescuer, Professor Langdon, and delivers a translation of the prophecy Langdon found. New scenes added in which Vittoria Vetra recalls a missing scene from the Vatican Grottoes and on the anniversary of his father's death, Patrick finds solace and strength in memories.

Chapter 4: A new unearthly visitor shakes Patrick's faith and sanity to the very core, leaving him and Camerlengo Strauss with a dilemma of whether the investigation should go on at all...or whether the prophecy and the demons harrying Patrick's dreams are all part of a charade by a better-known enemy. Our heroes waver in the face of this encounter, and in a newly-added scene at the boundary of another world, a few of our non-human heroes decide it's time for a little chat.

Chapter 5: Langdon and his new research partner find the smallest of clues that might shed some light on the prophecy. Commandant Richter is left wondering if both Pope Michael and his Camerlengo have well and truly lost it. Then a new scene takes us back in time almost 1500 years to the Gates of Heaven and another encounter between Sataniel and his Archangel siblings!

An Angels & Humans Series Character Guide has also been created with Chapter 1 containing fleshed-out mini-bios of the canon characters, fancasts of the OCs, and Chapter 2 containing details and blurbs on the non-human characters.

#my fanfiction #angels & humans #angels & demons #angels & demons fanfiction #angels & demons au #patrick mckenna #angels & demons movie #angels and demons #archangels #angel family drama

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sojournlangdon · 2 years ago

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What are your sins?

Sojourn!Michael Langdon x gender neutral reader

Warnings: mentions of death, light satanism (if that’s a thing)

Her voice is brash and grating. The garish red she wore could not be more fitting, with its loudness and lack of subtlety. You don’t know why you keep returning to this congregation. The admission process was a joke, which may explain the pitiful leader and members. Surely there was something better than this.

The creak of a door signalled a potential escapee. You feel relief on their part, and wonder what’s stopping you from doing the same. Her unblinking eyes and tense jaw turn to you. You feel your heartbeat more intensely following her question:

What are your sins?

Lips part, and shut. You blink too many times, and an awareness of it only worsens the behaviour. Why the fuck did you sit in the front row?

She looks at you with furrowed brows for a few counts, before opening the question to everyone. You feel heat brush over your face. So much for being above all of this.

The replies are almost as pathetic as your lack of one, petty theft, gun money and adultery. With the bar this low, your actions seem devilish. Were they? You don’t think so, but you decide to get a second opinion.

“Actually, I do have one.” The confidence in your voice is short-lived. She looks at you expectantly, and you feel the intrigue of the sad souls around you.

Voice small, you begin unclearly, before she demands that you speak up. The second time is better, desensitised.

“I killed him, I killed a person.”

You have their attention now, this was a step up in severity, to say the least. She grins, shouts her praise, and tells you to stand and inspire the ‘weaklings’.

You clear your throat, and try to diguise your trembling hands by holding them against the dark fabric brushing your thighs. Most everyone looks morbidly interested, but one unfamiliar face appears transfixed, desperate to hear the events.

Tangled, honey-tinted hair, light stubble framing parted full lips, glossy eyes so tired they looked bruised. You may be as equally as enthralled by him. You focus on the space around him, eyes flitting back to him to observe how he digests your story.

“It wasn’t senseless, or random. I may have planned it, but he well and truly deserved worse than what he got. To be honest, I was surprised by my own strength. I mean, keeping someone’s head underwater while they scratch and kick and bite is no easy feat. Drowning doesn’t happen in thirty seconds, and even after he stopped moving I had to hold him down - to make sure.”

You catch your breath, slightly dissociated, no longer aware of their reactions. You don’t know when to stop, so you keep going.

“It was yesterday, in the evening. He’s still there. But I drained the tub and refilled it with ice. I didn’t think about the fact that it would melt, though.”

Heat rises to your face a second time when you see him smile warmly at you, as if you said something endearing. You are once again brought back to reality, reluctantly noting the rest of the room. Some look nauseated, others inspired.

She once again litters you with praise as you return to your seat. For the remainder of the meeting, your mind is somewhere else entirely. You register movement around you as people start to leave, others staying for the shitty potluck. Arms crossed and eyes lowered, you languidly move towards the staircase. That was stupid, a stupid fucking thing to say in front of so many people. What if someone reports you, or tries to copy you or -

“Good riddance. To whoever it was. I’m sure you did the world a favour.” Up close, you can see just how disheveled and weary he looks. A gentle smile graces his features, and when you don’t reply, he gives a light nod and ascends the stairs.

You follow, reaching out to stop him, not willing to let him go just yet. The motion is messy, and you end up with the crumpled black shirtsleeve in your tight grip. Nice fucking going.

He stops suddenly, upper body twisting round. His raised eyebrows makes you cringe slightly, as you lean into the wall to let others filter past.

“I could use some help. You know, with the body. If you’re interested.” Another excellent move on your part.

His eyes soften, and you think he would have laughed if he was any less fatigued. He nods, tells you to lead the way. So you do. At some point during the walk home, you notice that your hands are loosely intertwined. You’ve been so fraught with nervous energy, that you don’t remember who moved first.

It’s quiet, mostly your own voice. You talk about where you live, potential dinner ideas, and that forensic psychology module you did once. He looks relieved when you insist that he takes a nap before anything else, and you when confirm that the shower is separate from the bath.

Only when you’re outside the building do you think to ask the blonde boy’s name, learning that it’s Michael. His delicate features work with his name, you decide.

“Like the Archangel. Cute.” He scoffs at that.

“Not quite. Really, I could prove you wrong there.”

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fckinsupreme · 3 years ago

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maybe one story about michael being jealous and obsessed with her?

Some fire & reign daddy for you!!

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Michael was a man of few interests, and the beautiful woman that worked for the two jokers he was consulting with had been one. The moment he saw Y/N, with her short skirt, her white button up top, her thigh highs & heels, her hair done in a way that made her facial features pop, he knew that he was done for. It was instant obsession—not love, for he did not believe himself capable of it, but an infatuation so intense that it nearly brought him to his knees. But there was one big problem, and it was one that Michael should have seen coming, but once which he still could not have anticipated at the same time.

There was another man who worked at Kineros, one that Michael barely associated with, but one that Y/N had liked very much. It wasn’t enough that he was armed with this knowledge through Mutt & Jeff’s interactions with each other, but also the fact that Michael had to watch Y/N and that asshole flirt with each other every single fucking day. The way she touched him, her smile, the seduction in her gaze, the way her chest puffed out, the way he moved closer to her, the way they whispered in each other’s ear, her laughter…all of it. It drove him up the fucking wall, and the jealousy nearly ate him alive. He knew damn well he could easily take care of it by ripping the bastard’s spine right out, but what would that solve? Y/N would hate him, and he would never get to experience what it was like to have her, to hold her, to kiss her, to touch her, to be inside of her…

No, it was too much of a risk. One that he was not willing to take.

Michael would always conveniently turn up everywhere she seemed to be—the copy room, work room, the lobby, the cafeteria. It was all a matter of knowing her schedule, something he had memorized like clockwork every single day. He knew exactly when she had a meeting, or a lunch date, or when Mutt & Jeff needed her for something. He was always there, hoping to get a glimpse of her. Glimpses and “accidental” encounters were well & good for a little while, but then the day came where it was no longer enough. He had to have her, before it drove him absolutely insane. He had to know what it was she felt, or how she tasted, or how her body would feel pressed against his.

It was time for action.

He found her alone in the copy room one afternoon, humming to herself as she made a series of copies at the machine. She was startled by his sudden appearance, having not heard him enter the room, and placed a hand to her chest as she giggled in relief. He was delighted to see that she was cornered now; he stood between her & the exit, and there was no way she could get out without getting past him. This was the moment he had been waiting for, and he would not let it be fleeting. Besides that, he knew that there would be no issue in making her stay; he could sense she didn’t want that to happen. The smell of her arousal—thick, sweet, pounding, irresistible—was hanging like a veil between them, and he could sense how badly she wanted him. Whether she would admit it or not, he already knew.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice like velvet as he surveys her hungrily. “How convenient that I would find you here.”

“Just like how it was convenient that you found me everywhere else?” she quips, her head tilted to the side as her eyes narrow. “It’s funny how you turn up everywhere that I go, isn’t it?”

“Perhaps,” Michael says thoughtfully, closing his eyes as he thinks it over for a moment. “Or perhaps I’m just following your scent.”

“My what?” she asks, looking at him in confusion. “What are you, a dog?”

“No,” he drawls, his fingers brushing down her forearm. She recoils out of surprise, but allows him to touch her again when he makes another attempt. “I can tell how attracted you are to me. You may call it a sixth sense, or perhaps a superpower. Whatever it is you want to believe, I can tell how much you want me. I can /smell/ it, Y/N, so don’t try to lie to me. It will end very badly for you if you try it.”

She laughs wildly, her brows knitting. “Is that what you think this is? You think I want to hop on your dick, and what, exactly?”

“Whatever it is you fantasize about doing with me, I suppose,” he says. “That isn’t my business to know; I just know that you lust for me.”

“I do n—“ she begins.

“I own you,” Michael says, backing her against the wall as her eyes widen. “Whether you know it or not, you are /mine/.”

“Excuse me?” she says, her brow raised as an expression of fury crosses over her features. “What did you just say?”

“I think you heard me quite well,” Michael says, pressing her further against the wall. “I said that you are mine.”

“You’re delusional,” she spits, and Michael is taken aback by her bold remark. “If you truly think—“

“I /know/ that you are,” he hisses, his hand coming up to close around her throat. He brings his face mere inches from hers, and he can feel her pulse quickening under his touch. Fear, possibly, but Michael knew better; she was aroused, the desire for him coursing through her veins as she tried to remain as cool, calm, and collected as possible. “Don’t deny what I already know. It won’t end well for you, and it’s just more work for me. I don’t think either of us want any of that, do you?”

She is silent, save for a few shuddering breaths that fall from her lips. Finally, she speaks. “You’re wrong.”

“You are bold to question me,” he says, his grip tightening on her throat as she gasps slightly. “Especially knowing who I am and what I am capable of.”

She opens her mouth to reply, no doubt some off-the-wall, snarky remark. But instead, she just says: “You don’t know shit about me.”

“I know enough,” Michael says, bringing his lips to hers and barely ghosting them. He hears her whine, a sound that is barely audible, but there all the same. “I know that you want me.”

She is quiet for so long—so much, in fact, that Michael wonders if he could have accidentally killed her. But then she moves, and her eyes are fixated upon his. “Let’s just say you’re right.”

“I know I am,” Michael says smugly.

“Fine, you’re right,” she says impatiently. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“I think you already know the answer to that question,” Michael says with a smirk, running a finger between the cleavage exposed by her button-up top. “All you have to do is give in.”

She is no longer hesitant, nor is she in denial or putting up a fight. Her fingers lace through his curls, drawing him closer in a hot, passionate kiss. Michael groans against her lips, and the taste of her is so much better than the fantasy. Of course, he already knew that she was going to be an excellent kisser, and taste sweeter than cream; it was a sixth sense he seemed to have. He grabs her by the hips, pulling her tight against his own as she moans against his mouth.

“That worthless sack of shit you call a boyfriend is not worthy of you,” he breathes as he kisses her neck, making sure to leave behind a series of purple marks in his wake. “You know it, and I know it.”

“Is that what all of this is about?” she asks, her eyes closing as he bites just below her pulse point. “Mmm…You’re jealous of him, aren’t you?”

“So what if I am?” Michael asks, ripping her blouse open as buttons fly & scatter through the room.

“It’s kinda hot, that’s all,” she says with a shrug, but says no more as he leaves bruising kisses all over her breasts. “Fuck…”

Michael comes back to her lips, and kisses her heavily. They make out for awhile, hands wandering, gasps and small moans filling the air, fingers tugging at her hair and clothing. Michael eventually pushes her onto one of the tables, and sinks between her legs in a slow, almost catlike manner. He hikes up her skirt, kissing over her inner thighs as he grins up at her.

“How badly do you want me?” Michael asks her, his tone almost taunting as he bites her inner thigh. She gasps, and he smirks against her smooth skin. “You have to tell me.”

“So fucking badly,” comes her reply, so breathless and desperate that Michael has to bite back a wide grin. “I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you.”

“Good,” Michael says, tugging her thong off and tucking it into his back pocket before pointing toward some of the cameras in the corners of the room.

“What?” she asks, pushing herself onto her elbows to look at what he is pointing to.

“Smile for your bosses, sweetheart,” he says, beginning to devour her cunt as she moans filthily. “They’re watching us right now, so let’s make it worth their time.”

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leyladoesntknow · 4 years ago

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“The devil is real and he’s not a little man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he’s a fallen angel, and he used to be God’s favourite.” 🖤

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celestialrequiem · 3 years ago

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Opera/Chapter 1: A Mistake Waltz

Serial Killer!Michael Langdon x Y/N (ballet reader)

Plot: A delusional fan obsessed with a ballerina...what will Langdon do?

Warnings: Obsessive fan, delusional Michael Langdon, talk about parents death, reader is a perfectionist, and passionate but has self doubts, not sure if this should be a warning but also toxic sibling?, mention of death, noncon voyeurism, depicted graphic murder, mentions of arsenic poisoning and dissection.

Let me know if i missed any warnings please! and this will get darker lol, please don’t read if you don’t feel comfortable!

Disclaimer: This fic is inspired by one of my favourite films Opera by Dario Argento (one of my favourite filmmakers ever!) and Phantom of the Opera! This is dedicated to those who inspired me they know who they are by now, one them has their name is in the fic! Also of course based in the 70s, none of my fics are based in the present lmaoooo.

Word count: 2.5k

Also the pictures don’t depict the reader, I will be mentioning Edgar Degas paintings in the chapter hence why I used those pictures, but I tried my best to make it inclusive! I am new to writing!! 🥺

7th of April 1974, “Dana, The most viewed ballerina since Anna Pavlova, The Dying Swan” was on New York Times, It was also the talk of their small town Beacon, New York. Shared between people and all over the radio and television in New York City. Dana is loved internationally from Russia, New York to Paris. Nicknamed, “The Pride and Bride of New York City”. However, her sister Y/N isn’t.

The Opera House, despite it being in a small town, it attracts a lot of attention thanks to Dana. Nicknamed the “Broadway of Beacon”, now the best-known landmark, a performing arts facility with 3000 seats in the concert hall, it is host to symphony concerts, choir performances, and ballet shows. With the neoclassical architecture built in the mid 19th century; marble Corinthian columns and bronze busts, expensive velvet and gold marbles for the interior.

The only place Y/N wasn’t allowed access to are the mysterious cellars under the main stage, their manager telling them that the owner’s daughter died there, Unknown circumstances. Her unborn child was found bloodily deformed, hidden in the window seat of the owner’s office.

Rumours were going around of a killer on the loose, murdering women in their 20s. Another rumour states that the murderer likes to uses arsenic, to knock them unconscious and then dissect them, as if they were his own musical instrument. The owner was able to hide it from the tabloid, to avoid hurting the image of the Grand Opera House. The sisters never bothered checking it out, after hearing about the daughter that will remain forever nameless, what didn’t help is their manager brushing it off every time they tried to ask questions, concerning the mysterious disappearance of the body.

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Before their performance of Swan Lake Acte Un, Y/N and Dana are in their room, Dana’s station is full of roses, dandelions and daisies bouquets varying in colours like their costumes, accompanying the flowers are 100 fan letters delivered by hand, while Y/N’s station is empty like Dana’s love for her sister.

As Dana finishes applying the tinted red blush on her cheeks, Dana looks up to Y/N in their shared mirror and sees Y/N looking at one of her fan letters, stating in big red lines with drawn hearts all round it that she is a way better performer and more flexible than her sister.

Y/N lost in thought, her only fan didn’t send her a scented letter today.

“You know nobody cares about you, except for me…. of course”, Dana utters with a sarcastic tone

“Thanks, I guess”, Y/N snaps out of her ritualistic obsessive routine of snooping through her sister’s letters and continues applying her mascara.

The manager, Jade yells at them to finish up as the show is about to start.

They start finalizing their visages and their looks with the help of their assistant, tying down the final net layers.

The costume was designed and hand sewn by a known French Designer, Étienne Lefleuve. A blue tutu with silver diamond glimmering against the big studio lights, and accompanying the tutu, a bodice that contains a black tulle, decorated with feathers and rhinestones, and a wing-shaped piece of lace around the waist, the design going all the way to their chest.

However, Dana being Odette, her costume stood out so much more with her top skirt garnished with sapphire lace embellished with feather patterns. White feathers decorating her earlobe, and a cut crease look, a black eyeliner that help contrast her emerald eyes.

For Y/N, The Opera house is her haven but also her inferno. Despite her strong apparent appearance, before a performance, she recites “Memento Mori” three times before entering the stage. To ease her nerve and to remind herself that she is doing what she is passionate about, her first love and only love, ballet.

As the Y/N opens the big red wide curtains to the audience of the Opera’s house, she sees him.

He is here again.

A man in the audience always stood out to her, sitting in the front row seats. Long blond locks, plump lips and blue eyes as the colour of a clear blue sky in a summery day. Wearing the same Victorian-like attire when he sees her performance every weekend: a crimson necktie, and a black cloak staggering on the seat, showcasing his broad shoulders. He doesn’t seem like he belongs here... in this time period. He didn’t seem to fit it in. An eidolon. Like her.

He has been infatuated with her for months, obsessive and crazy about her. His mind has caged her dazzling movements. She is not Odette, but he always imagined that she is his Odette, his swan princess. Mailing her letters every morning to her workplace as soon as he opens his eyes and sending her letters to her private home every time the sun goes down without her sister noticing. Hoping one day instead of the hassle of mailing her letters, he would just voice his comments to her. Scared of rejection, for now he loves her from a distance.

He watches her movements attentively on stage. She dances flawlessly, like fragile wings trembling by the wind. Her eyes are closed to focus on the rhyme of the music, lost in its’ chorus. Effortlessly, she moves from one spot to another, her feet touching the ground with her pastel blue slippers, her tuff going up and down from the intensity of her movements. He thought she looked divine, her ballet costume, full of rhinestones making her look like an angel with a halo surrounding her, forgetting about the outstanding scenic design behind the players.

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While dancing figuratively on stage, forgetting her sister is around her, she decides to squint her eyes open. She sees a single tear dropping from his exquisitely structured face, trickling down his sharp cheekbones. Her heart skipped a beat, this time not from the rhythm of the music but rather from the emotion portrayed on this young man. She never saw him cry before. Was he crying because of her? She thought to herself. First time being swayed by something else besides the music. Halfway through Act 1, Scene, in the heat of the moment, she trips over her sister.

She was overwhelmed with the interest of the stranger in her art and in her. Overwhelmed with the sadness echoing from his deep sombre eyes matching the main’s theme,“the music of the grief soul”

She did not realize the pain coming from her sister, tell she heard her scream echoing in her eardrums, and a clashing sound.

“Ouch!”

She looks at her sister’s pained ankle, did not realize she was in pain too, till she left the stranger’s gaze.

She was shocked.

She made a mistake.

She was hurt.

Not bothered by the physical pain but by her perfectionism routine being ruined.

She looks at the crowded audience again, but the seat that her eyes mostly lingered on the past shows was gone..his red velvet seat was now empty. She, however saw his back figure, walking out of the big theatre. She felt that he was the performer and not her, his hands opening the black curtains to exist the theatre.

Her performance moves him softly, makes his heart beat and makes him feel human again, but then when he saw her in pain, he discovered a new emotion he never saw linger on her face. he realized he is like the devil feeding on her pain, but he didn’t mind, His mind is consumed with the thought of her delicate small neck and the rhythm of her heartbeat, on his thick veiny hands. He thought even Mozart would be envious of him.

Despite the distance, she stood out to him. He liked how her eyes changed when they are in pain, her eyebrows furrowed forming a shape similar to a swan’s smallest feather. He liked that now he has another different vision of you in his head now.

It will be easier to kidnap her with a tortured ankle, less work and less the fuss, he thought to himself.

She will be his eventually, in desire and in flesh. He however wasn’t sure if he wanted her for a quick fuck, wanted to kill her, or actually wanted her. He usually obsessive over specific women that he wants to murder, an instinct he calls it, but things were different with how he felt with her, his heart usually skips a beat from the thrill of murdering and seeing blood pouring out of bodies, he thinks it’s like looking at dripping chocolate sauce on a sundae... on a hot summer day.

He never forgot the day, he discovered he actually sexually desires her. After a performance, she was in the changing room. The assistant helping out with the complicated layers of the garment, untangling the ropes of the bodice. He can see her refection on the standing baroque mirror, and that was the first time he saw her completely unveiled. His lustful eyes raking down her body. Instead of his heart throbbing, this time it was his cock. Unconsciously, His palm was over his bugle, rubbing himself through his trousers, while looking at her slowly getting revealed in front of him like a little present. From then on, he couldn’t fuck any of his victims, every time he tried to, her naked body would flash as a mental image, like an intrusive thought.

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The curtains close, ceasing her view of the audience in horror. Despite the warmth coming from her pained ankle, her whole body felt frozen.

“you fucking jealous bitch, you will pay!”, Y/N hears her sister’s voice drifting further away in the distance. The only thing that isn’t drifted is her heart thumbing loudly

She felt chatter behind her, but out of shock she stood still, feeling disconnected from reality.

Wrapped inside her head with so many questions left to answer, the tabloid already didn’t like her, what will happen now after this? She never realized he was that captivating till she saw a single tear fall from his eye. She thought even Adonis didn’t stand a chance.

Did she move him that much? She felt that she was out of breath, adrenaline bursting into her views, which usually for her, comes from the effect of Tchaikovsky compositions and not a man’s endearment.

Is it an endearment?

his eyes portrayed so much agony, or did she misinterpreted that? What was weird is there were no emotional reaction to when he witnessed her mistake waltz.

The Buffy manager wearing a black suit and tie, taps her shoulder, making her snap back to reality

“what was that all about?, we had to end the show early because of your fuckin mistake!...act one!” Jade’s voice burning Y/N’s eardrums

Oh right…her sister.

She looks at the wooden floor on the right side, where her sister was performing she realized she wasn’t there anymore..

She blinks her eyes several time and pinch her wrist to make sure she is not dreaming, still giving her manager her back. Her pacing heart felt like a wrecking ship drowning and her head pounding with tension

“I am talking to you!” The manager twirls her body around with her brawny hands to face her, while her bulky body overshadows Y/N’s figure and the lights of the Opera house

“where is my sister?” She quietly mutters the words, looking at Jade’s eyes that has a menacing glare.

“Well, where do you think?, she states sarcastically, “ they took her to the hospital after that stunt you pulled”

She felt her body tense up, when did that happen? And also why didn’t they think about her pained ankle too? She thought to herself.

“How’s she?” Her voice is soft, worried about her sister.

There was a small stiff pause

She hears her manager sigh, “Well, we will find out”

She lower her gaze, trying not to get emotional and hoping no tears come out of her eyes.

“I know what you’r thinking”, the manager who usually is expressionless, snarled with a smile

When Y/N’s manager uttered those words, she look at her, to give her a sign to continue what she is getting at. Jade’s sly smile turns into and a smirk, “ but you ain’t going with you’r sister” she leaves her hardened grip that was on Y/N’s shoulder to circle around her physique.

“Your sister has to be treated separately, especially being the “The Pride and Bride of New York City”…you know better than that Y/N”, Jade stated over her shoulder.

Of course, the favourite sibling. Y/N felt her heart ache, She has never been the first choice for anyone. Even their parents before their car accident which sorrowfully took their lives, 5 years ago. They were hardly any childhood photos of Y/N. They always left Y/N with her self-conscious thoughts when Dana criticized her and judged her. She never got positive affirmations from their parents like when graduated at the top of her class in high school and when she won a swimming competition at a local sports club but they congratulated and threw a party for Dana when she won a small piano competition at school.

Maybe that’s why she didn’t feel bad over her sister’s stay at the hospital, caused by her mistake waltz.

Y/N thinks back to her manager, she knows she was not her favourite but she was never this blunt with her.

Y/N huffs and decides to start walking away from Jade to help stop her pestering inner dialogue, “No worries, I don’t need to be treated anyways, I got it myself”, She, however, suddenly felt a sharp pain, like knives piercing deep scars on her tender skin, but she didn’t want to show her manager that she was throbbing in pain. Trying to hide her whimpering by biting her mouth and slowly going to her room, taking hard steps despite the slippers. She can feel them echoing through the hall.

She gets back to her room, finding a letter waiting for her. Surprised she received one, especially after what happened today.

By the colour, She can tell it was from that person; a ballet slipper pink envelope with a red wax steel stamp. With no name attached to it, but they call themselves “Your Beloved”, which kind of did put her on edge because isn’t that what people address their lover?

But it did make her heart swell to know she is this person’s first choice. For once.

She smells the envelope like she always does and the scented letter habitually has a soft fragrance of vanilla mix with lavender remains of a flower that once bloomed. It is as if they know that her favourite flowers are lavender and her favourite ice cream flavour is vanilla. She never mentioned that to the press, not that they did care about that. They always interviewed her sister over her.

She opens the yellowed letter that always seemed somehow ancient, precisely with the scripture writing but this time the cursive writing is decorated in blood red, it did not feel like a fountain pen or a quill this time.

She realizes only two sentences are written.

“Don’t worry my beloved, I will protect you….I am coming for you….

“Despite seeing your dashing performances, I get so tired of watching. I want to start doing.”

But there are initials this time.

Signed M.L

Who the fuck is M.L?

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Sorry Dana , your character is kinda bitchy lmao😭, wanted to dedicate you somehow!!!🙈

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littledemondani · 4 years ago

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5 for the fluff prompt list with michael plz and thank you 💖💖

i know you asked for fluff, but i’m a ✨whore✨ for (1) outpost!michael and i had to add some smut to it.

from this prompt list. feel free to send me more if you’d like!

(last thing, i promise) if you wanna be on my tag list let me know.

Michael and Y/N lied in bed together with their limbs tangled up. He held her nude form close to him, brushing his fingers through her damp, h/c hair. He had been gone from the Sanctuary for a while, having gone off to Outpost 2 to settle matters. It was his first night back and he quickly made up for lost time.

Y/N sighed happily, nestling her head in the crook of his neck. “I missed you,” she whispers.

“I missed you, too, love,” he says, nuzzling his cheek against the top of her head. “I promise I won’t leave you behind when I go to Outpost 3. It was torturous not having you around.”

She smiles against his skin, pressing a soft kiss there. “It was pretty torturous for me, too. I had to get myself off while you were gone.”

He giggles, running his hand down her back over the swell of her ass as he does so. “I take it you had a difficult time?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “It’s just not the same. My fingers aren’t yours.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you have me back, then, hm?”

He moves her flat onto her back, and kisses down her body, dipping between her legs. He peppers soft kisses along her inner thighs, and over lips before landing on her clit. He takes his time swirling his tongue around her swollen clit, keeping his crystal eyes on her.

She tosses her head back against the pillow, giggling breathlessly. “You’re addicted to my pussy, aren’t you?”

He nods, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking gingerly. He pulls back after a moment, flicking his gaze to her cunt. He spreads her lips apart, groaning at the sight before him. “Can you blame me? You taste and feel amazing.”

“I guess not,” she moans, lashes fluttering as Michael teases her entrance with his tongue. “Fuck.”

Michael reaches up to tweak her nipple, rolling and pinching the hardened bud. She arches her back off the mattress, placing her hand on top of his that’s on her breast.

It doesn’t take much effort for her to cum, squirting lightly as Michael’s name rolls off of her tongue repeatedly. He laps up her juices, wiping his mouth with his hand once he’s finished. He crawls up her body, kissing along her jaw before pressing his lips to hers tenderly.

“I love you,” he whispers against her lips. “More than you can ever possibly imagine.”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but stops himself. Y/N sees, quirking a brow up at him. “What was that?” she asks, her tone gentle and comforting. “Were you gonna say something?”

Michael struggles to say the words, his eyes searching hers as if to find the answer that she’s wanting.

She senses his slight unease, shushing him calmly. “It’s okay. You can tell me anything.”

He gives her a soft smile, nodding as he does so. He knows she’s right, and takes a deep breath, feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest.

“Marry me, Y/N.”

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