#Micheal langdon x reader

[american-horror-story-writer]

Sleeping with micheal langdon headcannons

My guy doesn't sleep much so he'd mainly just watch you sleep

He likes sleeping on his back most of the time or just laying on his back

If you guys sleep in the same bed, your 100% going to sleep on him

He'll pull you over on top of him, so you sleep on your stomach and on him

He'd wrap his arms around you afraid you plan to wake up and leave him

You'll just wake up randomly throughout the night and look at him seeing if he's awake

And he is, if he sees your awake he'll just be like

"what are you doing awake dear?" Michael asked calmly. "I don't know" you groaned. Michael lifted your chin and kissed you softly. "Go back to sleep then" Michael said softly. You layer your head back down on his chest and tried to sleep.

He'd love kissing you whilst in bed, asleep? Smooches. Awake? Smooches. Sick? Smooches. Any time. Smooches.

He'd rub your back whilst you sleep

In my dr the Morningstars (luci and his kids) don't run hot, contrary to popular belief. They run cold, like they are cold to the touch.

So sleeping with this man is like sleeping with and ice pack.

He also only sleeps in boxers. He'd prefer you do the same and sleep in your underwear because he like as much skin on skin contact.

If your a woman, he'd want to massage your boobs, (wit consent ofc) but he'd think of them like stress revealers.

Also when he gets up he'd prefer to carry you. Like you just wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, he's got one hand on your ass holding you up and one hand on your back.

My dude is touch starved af so he wants you 24/7

If your a guy hes just rubbing your back smoothly

Micheal might seem all mean but when he's with you my dude is soft for you. He's a simp.

And his favorite thing to do is when it's a gloomy day out and yall are cuddling, he'll just lazily fuck you.

He's laying on his right side and you are on your left, your head in the crook of his neck and he gently thrusts his thick length in and out of you. Your hips on his, his thick thighs holding your legs open whilst he thrusts. He's holding you from your back with his right hand so your squished against him, his left hand is either rubbing your clit tenderly or holding your lower back against him.

He continues to thrust for as long as yall stay in bed that day. He's tenderly kissing you and making sure you stay with him.

On other days he needs to sleep on you, you are his safe place so when he needs sleep he only can sleep in your arms

You laying on your back whilst micheal snuggles his head to the crook of your neck gently kissing your neck, his arms around your waist and his legs tangled with yours. You play with his hair gently and rub circles on his back.

He likes your heart beat and your breathing patterns, he monitors them whilst he sleeps, and if it changes he immediately wakes up. Poor baby is so worried about you 24/7

Please send asks!

[dietcokeangel2004]

Michael Langdon x reader

I know (I know) you belong to somebody new, but tonight you belong to me.

Although (although) we're apart, you're a part of my heart and tonight you belong to me

~ Tonight you belong to me by Patience & Prudence

[plaidpyjamas]

I'm not done with it yet, idk when I will be, but here's a little teaser ofa Micheal Langdon x reader fic I started tonight 😘

You couldn’t see Micheal, but you could hear his movements and feel his eyes on you, slowly creeping over your body. You imagined his eyes were like his hands, sweeping across every inch of exposed skin, taking in each soft fold and drape of the sheer robe that hung from your shoulders, pooling on the floor around you like fresh blood. You swore you could physically feel his eyes burning you where that same robe just barely covered the places you most wanted covered. The places you most wanted him to see.

[kittyamore0]

𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚂/𝙾 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍:

[𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏]

I know these are more like one-shots but i was too wrapped up in detail to notice 😃

𝐂𝐰: just swearing, murder and sexual themes 

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒 シ❤︎︎🫶

✿ - ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ.

✿ - ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ᴛʀᴀᴘs?! 

✿ - ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ.  

✿ - ʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴡɪɢ sɴᴀᴘ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ 

✿ - ɪɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ, ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ɪᴛ's ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀs

✿ - sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ sᴇᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, sᴍɪʟɪɴɢ. 

✿ - “ᴊᴀᴄᴇʏ!“ 

✿ - ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ Jᴀsᴏɴ's ɴᴇᴄᴋ 

✿ - ʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴜɢɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜꜰꜰɪɴɢ 

✿ - ʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴘᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ 

✿ - “ᴏʜ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ? ᴡᴇʟʟ, ⵊ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴏ ⵊ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴀᴘs ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ, sᴏ ⵊ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀɴᴅs.“

✿ - “...“

✿ - ʜᴇs sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴇɴᴅs ᴜᴘ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ

✿ - ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪs sᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. 

✿ - ʙᴇᴀʀ ʜᴜɢs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʙᴄ ʜɪs ᴍᴀ sᴀɪᴅ sᴏ !

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐎𝐆) 🎃☆彡

✪ - ᴍɪᴄʜᴇᴀʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴏʏs ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪʀʟs ᴀᴛ ᴀ ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ 

✪ - ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ 

✪ - ᴀ ʙɪᴛ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ 

✪ - “ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ, ⵊ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴡᴀɴᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ?“ 

✪ - ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʜᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ 

✪ - “ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ, ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ?“

✪ - ʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. 

✪ - “ᴏʜ, ᴛʜɪs? ⵊ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ...ꜰʀᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙɪɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ⵊ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's-“

✪ - ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜰɪɴɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ,  Mɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ʜᴀᴅ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ʜᴀʀsʜʟʏ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ. 

✪ - ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ, ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇxᴛ. 

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐊𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐑 💤😴

꥟ - “ʜᴇʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜ- ᴡᴏᴀʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ?“ 

꥟ - ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ, ᴡᴀs ᴛʜɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ...ᴄᴀʟᴍ? 

꥟ - “ⵊ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ~“ 

꥟ - ᴏʜ, OH. 

꥟ - ʜᴇ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ

꥟ - ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

꥟ - “sᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜᴛs? ⵊ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴ’ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ.“ 

꥟ - ʜᴇ ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀɪsᴛ, ᴛᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀɪsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʙʟᴀᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅ

꥟ - ᴏʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴏᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ 

꥟ - ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴅ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏʀɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 ☼🧸 

◎ - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ TV ᴀᴛ ʜɪs S/O’s ʜᴏᴜsᴇ, ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ Aɴᴅʏ. 

◎ - “ⵊ'ᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ᴅᴏʟʟ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ.“ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴜᴛ, ᴛʜɪɴɢs ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ.

◎ - “ʜᴇʏ, ʙᴀʙᴇs- 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪?! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙞𝙜𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧!“ 

◎ - ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʏs ᴇʏᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜʟɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏʟʟ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. 

◎ - “ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɪᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴘɪɢs ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ’Aɴᴅʏ’ ʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙᴇʟʟ?“ 

◎ - “ᴏʜ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ, sᴏ- 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏?!“ 

◎ - ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɢᴀᴘᴇ, ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ. 

◎ - “ᴏʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴍᴇ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴ. Nᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ?“ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀɪᴅɢᴇ. 

◎ - ɴᴇᴇᴅʟᴇss ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ. ʜɪs ᴄʜᴇᴇʀꜰᴜʟ, ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ, ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ S/O ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ/ʜᴜʀᴛ ʜɪs ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ? 

◎ - ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜɪs sʜᴏᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ʀᴀɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢs 

◎ - “ᴅᴀᴍɴ, ʙᴀʙᴇs. ⵊ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴀ! ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ⵊ ᴏᴡᴇ ʏᴀ!“ 

◎ - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃʳᵒᵘˢᵉᵈ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇᴅ ʟᴇɢs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴋɪssᴇs. 

◎ - ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴏʟʟ ᴍᴀɴ. 

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐌𝐒♡︎😩💕

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴇʟs ʜɪʀᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴsᴛᴀɪʀs 

☘︎︎ - “ʙʀᴀʜᴍsɪᴇs?“ 

☘︎︎ - “ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀ.“ ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜ ᴘɪᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀs, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ. 

☘︎︎ - “ⵊ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇʟᴘ-“ 

☘︎︎ - “sᴛᴀʏ.“ 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ, ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴜʀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʙʙᴇʀ. 

☘︎︎ - ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ 2 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs, ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ɢʀᴜɴᴛ, ɪᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙʀᴀʜᴍs. 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀɪʀs. 

☘︎︎ - ʙʀᴀʜᴍs ᴡᴀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀ 

☘︎︎ - ʜᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴜɴᴄʜ ᴏɴ ʙʀᴀʜᴍs, ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴄᴇʟᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀsᴋ. 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ꜰᴀsᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢɢᴇsᴛ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴡ ʙʀᴀʜᴍs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ 

☘︎︎ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʙʀᴀʜᴍs ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ sᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜ ᴀs ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴀʀᴛʟᴇᴅ Bʀᴀʜᴍs, ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ Bʀᴀʜᴍs ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ. 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅʟʏ sᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀs ʟɪꜰᴇʟᴇss. 

☘︎︎ - Bʀᴀʜᴍs ᴡᴀs sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. 

☘︎︎ - ᴛᴇᴀʀs ʀᴀɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜɢɢᴇᴅ Bʀᴀʜᴍs. 

☘︎︎ - “ᴏʜ, Bʀᴀʜᴍsɪᴇs, ⵊ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀᴅʟʏ!“ 

☘︎︎ - ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴛᴏ ʜᴜɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀʀ ʜᴜɢ 

☘︎︎ - ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀsᴋ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs. 

☘︎︎ - ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍 ❤︎︎♫💀

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟɪᴍʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜᴜᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ. 

♪ - “sʜɪᴛ...!“ 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴜʀʀʏ, ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴏꜰꜰ 

♪ - ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ��ʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. 

♪ - ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ 

♪ - “ᴛᴀᴛᴇ...“

♪ - ʜᴇ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ sᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʜᴜɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴏꜰᴛ, ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ sᴏʙs ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ. 

♪ - “ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ? ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜʀᴛ? ᴡʜʏ ɪs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴅɪᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ?-“ 

♪ - ʜᴇ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴍʙᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀs sᴏᴏɴ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇs. 

♪ - “ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs, sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, Tᴀᴛᴇ. ⵊ'ᴍ ꜰɪɴᴇ, ⵊ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ.“ 

♪ - “ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ?“ ʜᴇ ʀᴀɪsᴇs ʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴡs

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ. “sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, sᴏ ⵊ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ.“ 

♪ - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ. ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ Jᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ

♪ - ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ, ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛs, sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. Hᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ. 

♪ - ʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ. 

♪ - “ʟᴇᴛ's ɢᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ⵊ'ʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ.“ 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴀ ʀᴏsʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴀᴛʜ

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴋʟʏ ɴᴏᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ 

♪ - ʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅʀᴇss

♪ - ʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜ., ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ sɪɴᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇs 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴜᴅᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏ��ᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ sᴏꜰᴛ, ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅs ʀᴜʙ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs

♪ - ʜᴇ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴀᴘ ʙᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɴ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀɢ, ᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴋɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 

♪ - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀsʜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ, ʟᴇɢs, ᴀʀᴍs, ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ 

♪ - ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ, ʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀʏ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇᴅ 

♪ - ʜᴇ ʜᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ, ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ 

♪ - ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ 

♪ - “ⵊ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.“ ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀ 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇʜᴇᴀᴅ. “ⵊ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ.“ 

𝐒𝐓𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 + 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒 ☏ 👻🔪

☏- “ᴏᴡ, ꜰᴜᴄᴋ...!“ ᴀ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ʜᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇs ʜɪᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏᴏᴅᴇɴ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ, sʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴠᴇs. 

☏- ᴀ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇ, ʟɪꜰᴛɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ 

☏- sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇᴀʀ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ sʜʀɪᴇᴋ 

☏- ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟɪᴍʙ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋʟʏ ꜰᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ 

☏- ᴛʜᴇʏ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅʟʏ sᴛᴀʙʙɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴄᴋ. 

☏- ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇs, ɢᴀɢs, sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜʀɢʟᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴜꜰꜰʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɢʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ 

☏- ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴍᴘ, ɪɴᴅɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛʟʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴀsᴋ 

☏- ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ [ʜᴀɪʀ-ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ] ʜᴀɪʀ, [ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ] ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ [sᴋɪɴ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ] sᴋɪɴ. ʏᴏᴜ.

☏- “ᴡᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ sʜᴏᴡ!“ 

☏-ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴀᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ 

☏- ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇs, sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ 

☏- “ᴅɪᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɪ?“ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʀᴋᴇᴅ. 

☏- “ʏᴇᴀ, ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴏʟʟ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ,“ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇs ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴀsᴋ 

☏- ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs. ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ. 

☏- ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇs, sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ 

☏- ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍᴇs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜsᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ. 

☏- sᴛᴜ ᴡᴀs ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ʜɪs ᴀɴᴅ Bɪʟʟʏ's ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ

☏- ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴏ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɪᴛ 

☏- ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʀs ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ, sᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ 

☏- “ʜᴇʏ, ᴜʜ, ʙɪʟʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇʏ...?“ 

☏- ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ sɪɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. 

☏- ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴀ. 

☏- ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʏ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ 

☏- “ʙᴀʙᴇs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ US? ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ!“ 

☏- sᴛᴜ ᴡᴀs ᴘʟᴀʏꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ 

☏- ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴡᴀs ᴀʀᴏᴜsᴇᴅ...

☏- ʸᵉˢ, ᵃʳᵒᵘˢᵉᵈ, ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵐᵉ

☏- ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ 

☏- ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ? ʟᴇᴛs sᴀʏ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ʜᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

☏- ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴛᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ! (•̀ᴗ•́)و

[hornydilfsinyourarea]

Heyyy, how are you? I know your request isn’t open yet and I’m putting this request here until you can do it because I might forget. Can i request a Michael Langdon from AHS x male reader bot? 👀

Some daddy kinks and public kinks, maybe??

Michael Langdon x Priest! Male! User

Authors note: hope you don't mind that I changed it a bit! Also, my requests were open when you sent this, and they are still open now!

Scenario: "You were a priest, a religious father, you were well known there.. well mostly just for you looks and how soft and gentle you were with the people, you were a bit young as some would say, you were the complete opposite of Michael Langdon, the literal anti-christ... and well, Michael doesn't want to kill you... so he made it his main mission to corrupt you.. until you turn to the devil, and fully be his <3"

Warning: Major NSFW, religious themes and satanism, father kink (in the religious way, not incest way), Michael is in love with you, confession booth sex (don't judge me😭), gentle to rough? (Michael wants you to literally destroy him with you cock😐) corruption, Michael wants to turn you

The sins of Father

↑link to bot↑

[ohsweetiep1e]

HOUSE RULES

requests are currently open 🎀

16+ nsfw blog !!

Rules

I write for pretty far out things but don’t be weird

I ONLY WRITE READER AS A TOP

Only x Reader

Any gender

Mostly smut unless i have a really good fluff prompt

other then that my blog is pretty free game just the obvious don’ts

WHO I WRITE FOR

Almost every Rory Culkin character

James Hetfield

Kirk Hammet

Lars Ulrich

Dave Mustaine

Nikki Sixx

Tate Langdon

Micheal Afton

Mattheo Riddle

Enzo Berkshire

Coriolanus Snow

Theo Nott

Spencer Reid

Tom Keifer

j.d ( heathers )

John Deacon

Roger Taylor

Jareth from the labrynth

- this list is subject to change -

[iguessigotta]

girl help i am sprawled on these cathedral steps (at my mom's for christmas) send me fic requests

[lexwritess]

incorrect quotes anon, i have a super angsty idea that i think you’ll LOVE. so basically michael x reader but she died at on of the outpost, and were basically the only good part about michael and him not caring about anything anymore (even more than usual lmao). and it’s just grief and sadness and anger. it’s fine if not, if you do i’d love to make incorrect quote for it also! have a great day/night!!!! ❤️❤️

broken promises [m.l.]

pairing: michael langdon x fem!reader

warnings: angst, death, swearing, blood, i don’t think this is accurate i tried to research on lilith but it was difficult but i liked the idea so this version of lilith is mostly based off the one from caos

a/n: i got a little carried away lmao

words: 1.6k

slightly au! i’m going to pretend michael can’t bring dead people back ✌️

y/n is a witch. but she’s a different kind of witch. she was born for a very specific purpose, one that she didn’t even understand yet. she knew she was different though.

she really knew she was different when her supreme, cordilia, tried to kill her.

she ran away from her sisters that night. she didn’t need cordilia to kill her. she already felt dead. defeated. the only real family she’s had wanted her dead.

that’s when she met michael.

michael despised all witches, but there was something about y/n that dragged him to her. the two of them were like magnets and they both felt it. the world always pulling them towards each other.

she met michael when he was at a loss. y/n wasn’t the only one cordilia hurt that day.

y/n found michael in the woods, he looked ill and lost.

y/n brought him to a dark church she saw a couple days prior. they found a woman there that was eager to help them back on their feet and get them well and nourished.

that was a big step for michael. after that visit michael finally got sense of himself. unfortunately, y/n still didn’t understand her purpose.

“i want to help michael, i really do but i don’t know what i’m suppose to do. you’re the antichrist! i’m just a rejected witch.” y/n tells michael gloomily.

tomorrow was a big day for him, he was getting back his ms. mead. of course y/n was happy for him, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that he wouldn’t need her anymore.

“you are so much more than that. you are more powerful than you think and you are a big help to me. and even if you don’t serve a purpose for the apocalypse i care about you and want you by my side.” michael looks into your eyes and grabs your hands.

that’s where y/n and michael shared their first kiss.

“can you help him or not.” you interrupt the two idiotic coke heads.

“oh. who’s this?” mutt said cockily.

“she’s a witch on my side. her coven tried to kill her. don’t get any ideas though she’s mine.” michael said protectively.

you can’t help but smirk to yourself.

“alright, sorry. please don’t light me on fire.” mutt says defensively.

this is the second time michaels been here. this time he decided to bring you along so maybe you could get an idea what to do next if jeff and mutt didn’t.

“do you have some special marking on you, or have demonic fire powers?” jeff asks you while mutt looks for something to help michael.

y/n shows him the upside down triangle that appeared on her wrist about a month ago.

“not going to lie, that’s kinda lame.” jeff says disappointed.

y/n gives the man a glare and with the wave of her hand the glass bowl of cocaine was now broken across the floor.

“WHAT THE FU-.” jeff yelled before mutt stepped in.

“we can worry about it later. look at the book of revelations. have you read it?” mutt asks.

michael looks at them before opening the book with his magic.

y/n flips through the book when michael is done looking for anything else.

“who is lilith?” y/n ask monotone.

“lilith is technically a witch. she was the wife of adam but refused to sleep with him. eventually she went and sided with the devil. the devil turned on her. lots of variations and stories of her. no ones quite totally sure.” jeff explains.

y/n looks at michael with a skeptical look on her face and he gives one back.

“holy shit, you’re totally lilith! but for the new world!” mutt exclaims.

y/n stands up and look down upon the two.

“how would you know?” y/n raised her eyebrows at them.

“you’re coven tried to kill you, you just so happen to be with the antichrist, the triangle on your arm...makes sense.” jeff says.

y/n stays still staring at them. they gulp under her gaze before she walks out of the room.

michael hurries after the girl, needing to know what’s on her mind.

“y/n, what is the matter dear?” michael asks, linking his pinky with hers.

“i do not want to be lilith.” y/n says strongly.

“if being lilith means i will lose you in the end i don’t want it!” she lets go of michaels pinky and storms off to the car.

“darling you will never lose me! i may have to follow my fathers plans to end this world, but i’m still in charge!” michael yells to y/n.

“promise me!” y/n yells back, finally walking towards micheal.

“promise me.” y/n repeats, this time her tone barley above a whisper.

“i promise.”

-

2 years later

present time

the apocalypse is here. the world is gone. hell is on earth.

and you’ve been by michaels side the whole time.

he kept his promise

and now you were standing in front of your ex-coven.

they were back to kill you, again.

“come back to finish the job?” you bitterly ask cordilia.

“i had no choice! you were made for evil, i was never going to be able to peel you away from him and you would always choose him over your sisters!” cordilia yells.

“well michael never tried to kill me like you did! you were the only family i had!” you yell back, tears brimming your eyes.

you furrow your brows trying to hear what cordilia was mumbling but before you realized it’s too late.

“ms mead!” michael cried.

cordilia had killed his ms mead again.

“fuck you!” you say angerly stepping closer to cordilia.

as you walk closer cordilia is pushed back by your magic, a trail of fire leading behind you.

“how are you doing that?” madison asks in shock.

“because i’m the new supreme.” you smirk.

cordilia laughs bitterly and you look back at her.

“you can never be the supreme. you are a demoness! you are and never will be a real witch!” cordilias words burn in your brain as the realization hits you.

“mallory.” you whisper to yourself.

“precisely.” cordilia smiles.

while michael was having his last moments with ms mead, in the corner of your eye you saw madison grab the machine gun and go to point it at michael.

“repellendum malum minitar, ut nobis!” you quickly shout the protection spell.

you repeat the spell and step closer to michael.

“tutela eorum vinculum!” cordilia starts chanting against your spell.

you repeat the spell but as she gets closer the sheild starts breaking.

“et defendat mea!” you shout louder. the shield starts breaking as the other witches join in on cordilias chants.

“amans vitae meae praesidium.” you say quietly before the shield breaks.

bullets shoot throughout the room before your bloody body slumps against the wall. you feel awful, they shot you enough to make you weak so you can’t heal, but strong enough to let you bleed out.

“y/n?” michael says quietly, before he is shot as well.

myrtle cuts a piece of michaels hair and walks back to mallory.

“hurry mallory, before he heals.” cordilia rushes, and the witches leave the room.

michael wakes and looks over to see y/n’s bloody body.

“y/n! no, no, no!” michael lifts you up so he can hold you.

“michael you have to listen to me.” you cough, as the metallic taste fills your mouth.

“i can save you, i know father can. just stay with me a little longer.” michael pleads.

you smile at him and shake your head.

“listen, don’t kill cordilia. i’m not the supreme it’s mallory. she will go back and kill you in a past timeline, so none of this will never happen.”

“i have to! look what they did to you!” tears fall from his face.

“michael baby, i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay, but you got to make sure you don’t kill cordilia. it’ll bring mallory’s powers to full strength.” you assure him.

michael shakes his head as more tears fall from his crystal blue eyes.

“i love you, i love you so much. i’ll be with you soon.” michael squeezes your hand.

“i love you too michael, so much.” you let out a shaky sigh and squeeze his hand back.

“goodbye michael.” you smile as your eyes start to close.

“no, don’t say goodbye! baby please open your eyes again.” michael weeps.

“fuck! i wasn’t suppose to lose you. i wasn’t suppose to leave you, i fucking promised!” michael screams, while his sobs continue.

“it’s too late langdon.” cordilias chill voice fills michaels ears.

michaels sadness quickly turns to anger as he turns around to see the bitches smug face.

“you killed the love of my life!” michael shrieks.

cordilia hums and stares back at michael before waving the knife out of his hand into hers.

before michael can do or say anything cordilia rams the knife into her chest.

michael is at a loss for words.

he have lost

“no!” he screamed as cordilia fell to her death.

“no.” he repeated while falling to his knees.

he puts his face in his hands and starts sobbing.

he has lost everyone and now he lost the war.

he lost everything because of a job he never asked to have.

“poor michael.” myrtal said quietly while walking over to him.

“please! please just kill me.” michael says defeated.

“you’re the antichrist at his full form. i’m afraid killing you is impossible. you’ll have to live knowing you’ll never have her again.” myrtal says while waking away.

michaels cries continue.

he’ll never see you again.

you’ll never see him again.

in the new timeline he doesn’t exist to you and never will.

that’s what truly killed him.

[allisie]

Hc: Micheal Langdon x oc

(This is how I think Micheal and my oc would interact with each other. This can also double as a reader insert)

You meet him when you were both young, sneaking in and out of each others houses. The ghosts of murder house trying to stop you as much as they could. As you got older your relationship started to develop.

You had your firsts together, and many more after that.

Micheal playing with your cross during sex, often using it to pull you closer. Him calling you his personal drug.

He is very possessive of you.

Would have sex with you all day if he could. He has a huge currption kink and breeding kink (an army of half antichrists would be fun tho - Micheal).

You trying to teach Micheal basic school problems. To keep him academically on the same level as his age.

Micheal started to get sloppy with his sneaking out and Constance catching him. Her threatening you, and pissing off Micheal.

Micheal lives with you and your mom for a while, before going back home after Constance calls the cops.

Micheal spending all his time with you.

Him learning about his powers and realizing they are weaker around you.

His father trying to persuade him away from you. Micheal trying to keep you both separate, cause he doesn't want to lose either of you.

His father telling him what you are. Micheal telling later that night in the middle of sex, whispering,"You feel so good, my little guardian angel. Mhm, when were you gonna tell me."

You two getting in an arguement after.(mainly Micheal arguing)

He goes through with his plan to bring the end of days even after you beg and try to stop him.

Micheal trying to keep you safe when everything starts, but you get away from him and he watches you die, infront of him.

Micheal trying for months to get you back, sleeping with many men trying to fill the hole you left in his heart. His father abandoning him, and it driving him crazy.

When the witches arive he fakes his death and waits for Mallory to go back in time, before following after her. After being placed in his body.

He saves his life, he goes over to your house and gives a long kiss, while tears run down his face. He tells you everything, and promises to never chose the wrong choice again.

You both go on to, go into hiding. Living in secret from the witches.

This was a trip and a half.

Masterlist

[stripperblvd]

Y’all I need help lmfao

I caught a glimpse of a Micheal Langdon (Outpost) fic where the reader kinda knows right away that he’s just a love deprived small bean and what not and it includes I think her sitting on his lap or sum, anyaysssss yeah can someone help me find that fic?????? Or the author / blog cuz man I never read it but it was so deep into my scrolling idk if I can find it on my ownnnnn

Anywayz thanks y’all.

[captain-joker-xsad-girl]

I wrote a fanfiction about Michael Langdon, yes I am addicted to this character. Who would like to read it? I have been writing for a long time but I never dared to publish my writings.

[american-horror-story-writer]

Heyyyy, I love your recent post! I was wondering if you could do some Micheal Addams work? There just isn't enough of micheal nor the Addams these days and i think they'd work great!

-🦇

I saw another person do some Micheal Addams work, but there posts were from 2020 and stuff. So if you'd like I could give you their @ but for now I will start working on Michael Addams stuff! Thank you anonn! 😊

[mister-langdon]

Can i have a 💖 with a male ahs character? Okay so I’m straight & an ISTP, I have medium length black hair, blue eyes, 5’2, I’m normally the leader in friendships, I have NPD (diagnosed), I’d go for an older man instead of a younger/my age, my favourite thing to do is make listen to music or read about serial killers, my worst fear would probably be my mum finding my dead body ifykyk. That’s pretty much it, get back to me when you can 😌

hello, doll! tysm for leaving a request! you sound super cool!!

i would probably ship you with Micheal Langdon. he would appreciate someone who has the will to lead, and he would totally love to lead with you (to take over the world).

he would appreciate if you showed him your music, and he would love to dance with you. being the antichrist, i feel like he’d know a ton about serial killers. he’d be interested by your curiosity about it, and would share all he could. heck, he may have you meet some of them (of course with him keeping you safe, he would destroy worlds if someone even gave you a paper cut)

i hope you like this! tysm! <3

[kittyamore0]

Hello! I was wondering if you would do the slashers with a reader with poor self esteem? which ever slashers you prefer !

𝗢𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲! 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱, 𝘀𝗼 𝗜'𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 

𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝙶𝙽! 𝚂/𝙾 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚖, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷:

𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𓇽🩸

𖤐 - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴏꜰ ɢɪʀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʏs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʏs ᴀɢᴏ

𖤐 - ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ꜰᴜɴ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ...𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩

𖤐 - Jᴇɴɴɪꜰᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴᴜsᴜᴀʟ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ 

𖤐 - sʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇɴsᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ 

𖤐 - “ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ?“ 

𖤐 - ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ, ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ, ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴜɴᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪɴɢs, ᴇᴛᴄ...

𖤐 - ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ. 

𖤐 - ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ, sʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ 

𖤐 - ʙᴜᴛ, sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀs ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ, ᴡᴀs ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀ S/O, sᴏ ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ? 

𖤐 - sʜᴇ'ᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ��ᴇʀ 

𖤐 - sʜᴇ'ᴅ ɢʟᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ 

𖤐 - “sʜᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ“ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒 ✿💓💧

🝮 - ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴇss ᴄʜᴇᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴜsᴜᴀʟ, ʜɪs ᴍᴀ ᴏʙᴠɪ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ

🝮 - ʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴛᴀᴘ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴄʜᴇsᴛ,  ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪs ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴡᴀs ʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ 

🝮 - “ᴏʜ.“ 

🝮 - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʀᴏɴɢ 

🝮 - “ɴ-ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ.“ 

🝮 - ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙs. 

🝮 - ʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴋs ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ, ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʀᴏɴɢ 

🝮 - “ᴏ-ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ! ⵊ'ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʀᴏɴɢ“ 

🝮 - ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ, ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ, ᴇᴛᴄ... 

🝮 - ᴀʟsᴏ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, sᴏ ᴡʜʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ? 

🝮 - ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴀᴅ 

🝮 - ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜɪs ᴍᴀ sᴀɪᴅ sᴏ

🝮 - ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟʟ ɢɪᴅᴅʏ 

🝮 - ᴜɢʜ, ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs...

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒۞🎃

♔ - ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ 

♔ - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴠᴇʀʏ, ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ 

♔ - ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ...

♔ -ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜᴍᴘ 

♔ - “ᴍ-ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ?“ 

♔ - ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. 

♔ - ʏᴀʟʟ sɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ 2 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ 

♔ - ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟs... 

♔ - ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴘᴀᴛs, ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ. ʜᴇ's ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜɪs ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs 

♔ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ, ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ, ᴇᴛᴄ... 

♔ - sɪᴛs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ's ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ʜɪs sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴄᴇ ☝️ 

♔ - ᴏʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ʜɪs ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴛᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ 

♔ - ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴇ's ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ, ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ...ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʏs... 

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍 ❤︎︎♫💀

♩- ʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ɴᴇɢʟᴇᴄᴛꜰᴜʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ 

♩- ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜰʀᴏɴᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇᴅ ʜɪs ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏʀ sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ “ꜰɪɴᴇ“

♩- sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ʙᴇsᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴠɪsɪʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴍᴏᴅᴇ 

♩- ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ, sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsᴜʟᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ 

♩- ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴀᴅɴᴇss 

♩- ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ sᴏ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ, ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs? 

♩- ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴɪ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴅᴏᴡɴs, ʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ.

♩- ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ʙᴏʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ 

♩- “ᴛ-ᴛᴀᴛᴇ,  ɪ-“ 

♩- ʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴜɢ

♩- “ᴡʜʏ?“ 

♩- ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ, ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ 

♩- ʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴋɪssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ 

♩- “ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴏ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs?“ 

♩- ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ. 

♩- ʟᴇᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ 

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐊𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐑 ☾😴💤

☽ - ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀsᴛ, ʜᴇ's ᴍᴀᴅ. 

☽ - ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴡ sᴇʟꜰ-ᴇsᴛᴇᴇᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴀᴛᴇʟʏ 

☽ - ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴘɪssᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏꜰꜰ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ 

☽ - sᴏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ sʟᴇᴇᴘ, ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢʀʏ ʙᴜʀɴᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴏɴ-

☽ - ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ, ᴍᴀɴ

☽ - ⁿᵒ ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ 

☽ - “ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴀ?!“ 

☽ - ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ 

☽ - ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ 

☽ - ᴍᴀɴ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ 

☽ - ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡᴀʏ 

☽ - ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ/ʜᴀɴᴅsᴏᴍᴇ sᴇʟꜰ ᴡᴏʀʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ? 

☽ - ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɴᴇ ᴀss ᴀᴡᴀʏ 

☽ - ᴇɴᴅs ᴜᴘ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʙʟᴀᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴏᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜ 

☽ - ɪᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ✋

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄 ❤︎︎🫶😩

❣︎ - ʙʀᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ 

❣︎ - ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟꜰ,  ʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡᴏʀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴏᴏᴅᴇɴ ᴡᴀʟʟs 

❣︎ - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍɪxᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴀᴅɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ 

❣︎ - sᴏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟꜰ 

❣︎ - ʜɪs ꜰɪʀsᴛ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀs, “ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? “ 

❣︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ 

❣︎ - “ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ, ʙʀᴀʜᴍsɪᴇs?“ 

❣︎ - “ɪɴsᴜʟᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ, ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ.“ 

❣︎ - “ᴏʜ.“ 

❣︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ: “ᴅᴀᴍɴ ʙʀᴏ, ʜᴏᴡ'ᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴍꜰ ᴋɴᴏᴡ?“ 

❣︎ - ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏʙᴠɪ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʟʟs 

❣︎ - ɢᴏᴅᴅᴀᴍɪᴛ ʙʀᴀʜᴍɪᴇs, ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ʙᴇ sᴏ ɴᴏsʏ, sᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ����

❣︎ - ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ, ᴀʙᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ 

❣︎ - ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟs ʙᴀᴅ, ʀᴇᴀʟ ʙᴀᴅ 

❣︎ - ʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ 

❣︎ - ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴀɴᴏ 

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘☻︎🧸 

꥟ - ᴛʜɪs sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴍꜰ ɢᴏɴ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴛɪᴍᴇ 

꥟ - ʙᴄ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs sᴛᴜʙʙʏ ᴅᴏʟʟ ꜰ��ᴇᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ Mɪᴋᴇʏ 

꥟ - “ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ?“ 

꥟ - ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sʜɪᴛ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ 

꥟ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ, sᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇs ɴᴏ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ 

꥟ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ, ᴀʙᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ, ᴇᴛᴄ...

꥟ - “ʜᴜʜ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ? ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴏᴛ, sᴍᴀʀᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ʏᴀ ᴡᴏʀʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ...“

꥟ - ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇ, ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴀss ɢᴏᴏꜰʏ ɢʀɪɴ 

꥟ - ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇs ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡs ɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴊᴏᴋᴇs 

꥟ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴘᴜɴᴄʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs 

[angelicmichael]

Imminient Annihilation Sounds so Dope, Chapter Three

Michael Langdon x reader

Summary: After realizing your stuck as Micheal for a couple more hours, you decide to do everything in your power to ruin his life

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A/N: Remember, three more chapters of this are already up on AO3 if you would like to keep reading :) reblogs and likes are always appreciated! I feel like this chapter is super long but oh well haha

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“Girls! It’s time to wake up”!

You mumbled profanities under your breath as you pushed your covers back and sat up in your bed. It took you a second for your brain to start properly working and for you to realize the events that happened yesterday..

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness as you reacquainted yourself with you and Mallorys room. Everything looked exactly the same.. strange. You put your hand under your pillow to see if Micheal had left your phone in its usual spot and you smiled. Atleast he has the decent the leave your phone in the right place.

The room was nearly pitch black execpt for the little bit of sunlight that escaped from the two windows in your room. The little bit of sunlight that escaped from the window allowed you to see that Mallory was just re entering the room, most likely coming from the bathroom.

“(Y/n), you know we can’t sleep in”.

Mallory said softly, staring at you for a couple of seconds before turning around to face her closet.

It was just now starting to register in your brain that, that was actually Cordelia’s voice that you heard ealier. The same voice that had waken you up. And Mallory was in your room, talking to you as well. Did this mean that everyone was actually alive?

“Mallory”?

You said suddenly, your voice disrupting the thick silence.

“(Y/n)”?

She looked at you casually over her shoulder.

“Your Alive”!

You exclaimed and shot right out of your bed like a rocket. You hugged Mallory so hard you two nearly fell over. You were smiling so big that your cheeks hurt and you could hear her laughing. Words could not describe how happy you felt knowing that your best friend was still alive.

“Of course I’m alive! What’s gotten into you”?

She asked and your smile started to fade. You stopped hugging her and made her sit down on her bed next to you, since her bed was in closest proximity to you two.

“I.. Well, there’s not really time to tell you anyway. We should be downstairs with everyone else before Cordelia gets upset”.

You said, hoping with your whole heart that she would buy the excuse. You even started to stand up when Mallory gently put her hand on your arm to stop you.

“Cordelia can wait, can you please just tell me what’s wrong”?

Mallory pleaded. You sighed and then sat down with her.

“Can I ask you something”?

Your voice was shaking. Mallory nodded her head quickly.

“Yeah of course you can”.

Her voice was deeper than it normally was and hushed. One of your favorite things about Mallory was how easy she could pick up on your emotions, it was almost as if she could read your mind, since she seemed to pick up on how nervous you were. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she could since her powers were so advanced.

“Is everyone okay? Um.. is anyone missing? It’s really important that everyone is here”.

You stated. You knew how weird it must sound to ask these questions without any context.

“Yeah, everyone’s here. No one left yesterday, you were here. Don’t you remember”?

“No I don’t”.

You admitted. Staring at the ground in shame.

“Mallory, I switched yesterday”.

You knew that she would know what you meant by ‘switching’. You turned your head back to look at her and her frown quickly turned into a wide smile. Her soft brown eyes grew wide with excitement.

“I’m so excited for you! How was it? You have to tell me everything”!

“I will but not right now. Cordelia’s expecting us downstairs-“

“I’m not letting you leave this room until you tell me every last detail. If Cordelia really wants us she will come get us”.

“Fine you win”.

You rolled your eyes and she giggled. She made it very clear that no matter how many excuses you made, she was not letting you escape without a explanation.

To be honest, you couldn’t put your finger on why exactly you were trying to avoid telling Mallory who your soulmate was. If it came down to it, you would trust her with your whole life. You knew deep down that she wouldn’t judge you or hate you for something that wasn’t in your control. You guess you felt embarrassed and ashamed. You knew all of the trouble this would cause if anyone execpt Mallory found out.. and you wish you could just have a happy ending like most people did after they switched. You were going to get anything but. Your coven was actively at war with Micheal, it was either your coven killed him or he killed you guys. That’s how everything would end. You and Micheal could never end up together. You couldn’t imagine a scenario where you and Micheal could even have a happy ending. You swore Micheal being your soulmate was some kind of a messed up joke.

“You okay”?

Mallory asked you, quickly drawing you from your thoughts.

“Yeah. Just fine. So, what do you wanna know first”?

“Everything”!

She said rather loudly.

“Okay, okay. Well, first of all, it’s a male”.

“Ooo. Okay. What else, tell me you atleast got his name”.

Mallory pleased.

“I did, but.. it’s not good news Mallory”.

Your throat started to grow rather dry. You turned your body to face Mallory more and you gently took her hands into yours. Her eyebrows furrowed and she got a rather confused look on her face when you suddenly blurted out his name.

“Micheal Langdon”.

You said his name clearly and loudly, making yourself jump a little in the process. The bedroom, which previously felt calm, still, and peaceful now felt dark, bleak and even grim. It was as if just saying his full name brought about negative energy. You looked up to meet her gaze.

“What?”

“It’s Micheal Langdon, Mallory”.

Your throat was dry and slightly hoarse when you spoke. You studied her carefully, terrified of what her next move would be.

Her confused expression stayed the same but you noticed by how fast her chest was rising and falling that she was starting to breathe faster.

“So that means-“

“-He was here yesterday, yeah. I was in Los Angeles yesterday. In his penthouse”.

You finished her sentence for her.

“His penthouse? He lives in a penthouse”?

“Yeah he does”!

You two broke into laughter, loud laughter. The past couple of weeks the whole coven was focused on being quiet and staying hidden, but you didn’t care at this point. You really didn’t care about anything, right now you were lost in the moment of gossiping with your best friend. You missed this so much.

“It doesn’t look very temporary though. I think he’s staying there since Ms. Mead died, but after yesterday I’m not so certain that she actually died”.

You finished.

“What? You think he brought her back somehow”?

You opened your mouth to respond but hearing the door open and hit the wall made you lose your train of thought.

“Is there a reason why you two aren’t downstairs with everyone else”?

Cordelia said tightly. It was obvious she was cross by the way she spoke and opened the door. She didn’t look too upset though, her posture was straight and her arms were hung loosely at her side. You were the first to break the silence.

“Actually, yes. There is. You should sit down too Cordelia”.

Her gaze shifted between you and Mallory in a curious manner.

“Is everything okay? What happened”?

Her demeanor switched entirely. Her voice turning from being cold to soft and understanding. She quickly sat down on the other side of you.

You started to feel the nerves creep back in. Atleast with telling Mallory the news, you knew she would be understanding and wouldn’t turn hostile. However, you really had no idea how Cordelia would react. You hoped that she knew where your loyalty lie, that you wouldn’t go run off with Langdon just because he was your soulmate.

“So.. I switched yesterday”.

You started, your voice soft. Cordelia smiled and then sat on the other side of you on you and hugged you. You were the first to pull away from the hug.

“But. That’s not it.”

You hung your head low so that you wouldn’t have to watch her reaction.

You sat there breathing. The words were on the tip of your tongue, itching to be let out but you couldn’t say it. You felt so ashamed to even admit who your soulmate was. Before you knew it or you could even stop yourself, you felt your breaths deepen and your eyes water. You were fucking crying, great. It’s not like you could easily hide this either since you were sniffling and gasping for air.

You felt Mallory’s small hand gently rub your back as you felt Cordelia’s fingers lift your chin up so that she could make eye contact with you.

That made everything worse. Atleast with your head down you could pretend no one else was there execpt you, and you could wallow in self pity and be depressed with yourself about this god awful news. But, exposing this to your supreme? To your coven? What if they thought you were a traitor? What if they kicked you out and left you to fend for yourself as Micheal came and obliterated you into fucking nothing as they all watched from the safety of Robichaux’s.

The more you thought about it, that was probably exactly what they were going to do. Mallory was only being supportive because she was your friend. Even though she was destined to be supreme, she didn’t rule the coven yet, and Cordelia still got to make the major descisions. Kicking you out and letting Micheal end you seemed like what would be best for the coven. After your stunt yesterday, you seemed to put a giant target on your back and you knew Micheal would be back to get revenge at some point.

Cordelia took you into her arms and you wept harder than you were before. You made a mental note to get a glass of water after this, since you were more than certain that you would be dehydrated from all this fucking crying. After about a minuete or so of this, when you finally stopped crying hard enough to stop gasping for air - you spoke.

“I-it was Micheal Langdon”

It came out as a mumble at first.

“What was that”?

Cordelia asked softly. You managed to unglue yourself from her clothes so that you could face her and actually see her face when you admitted who your soulmate was.

“It’s Micheal Langdon. That’s who my soulmate is”.

At first she didn’t seem to have a reaction at all, and then when her expression finally changed, she looked rather confused and almost in disbelief. She stood up from the bed and took a couple steps away from you. Your stomach dropped, this is exactly the reaction you had feared most.

“What? Micheal Langdon? Are you sure it’s him (y/n)”

She speaked fast and her voice was hushed. Mallory still sat beside you, being your silent ally, with her hand still placed on your back.

“Yes I’m sure-“

Before you even fully finished your sentence, Cordelia was already talking.

“HOW are you sure”?

She asked. You couldn’t decide whether she was angry or not at this point. It seemed she was still just trying to gather information.

“I got onto his laptop and I saw his name on a email. And honestly, all the stuff in the room kinda gave it away too”.

“What was in the room?”

“Candles, a upside down cross, and a pentagram”.

You said and by the end of the sentence you were laughing from the sheer ridiculous of it all. You could hear Mallory giggling as well. However, Cordelia was not laughing at all. In fact, she looked mad that you two were laughing.

“I would love to hear you explain what part of this is funny to you. This is no laughing matter”.

Cordelia said in a cross tone but you could tell she was trying not to smile and stay serious.

“Mallory, would you mind going downstairs and supervising the girls for me”?

“Of course”.

Mallory said and quickly left the room, shutting the door behind her as she left. You knew Cordelia most likely did this to talk to you alone. Your guessing she thought that you weren’t taking this situation too serisouly with Mallory here.

“I’m sorry for laughing, I really don’t think it’s funny. I’m just so thankful that everyone’s okay, I mean yesterday I was so certain that when we switched, that he would automatically kill all of you or do something horrible.”.

You admitted and it was as if you saw a weight lift from Cordelia’s shoulders as you explained your point of view and where you stood in this whole situation.

“it doesn’t matter to me that he’s my soulmate, I could never be with someone as despicable as him. Even if he didn’t declare war on our coven”.

You continued, trying to make it crystal clear where exactly your loyalty lie. You guessed that’s why Cordelia was so tense. Maybe she thought you would run off with him.

“As much as you say that it doesn’t matter that Micheal is your soulmate, it does matter. It’s going to hurt you when he dies, espically if we kill him and you have to witness it. Even if you don’t have emotional feelings, it will still affect your soul and your wellbeing. Trust me”.

Cordelia said and you couldn’t help but frown. Well shit.

“So.. what we do? I mean.. I’m happy that Micheal didn’t leave a trace here but I can’t say that I did the same”.

You said and Cordelia started to look confused so you quickly continued.

“After I figured out that I switched with Micheal, I figured that he killed everyone at Robichaux’s so.. I figured.. in order to get revenge I should do as much damage as I could”.

You swallowed and you saw Cordelia’s mouth open. Perhaps it was to start talking or because she was just shocked that you would do this?

“So, by reading his emails I found out that he was holding a cooperative meeting that night so I attented-“

“The cooperative?”

“Yes. It’s the illumanti, believe it or not”.

Cordelia nodded in understanding.

“No, I believe you. Continue”.

“So, I went and I cancelled it. I cancelled everything, I told them that the apocalypse was called off and that I.. well actually Micheal.. resigned. And then, these strange men came up to me after the meeting and were talking about Ms. Meads body”??

“Ms. Meads body? She was burned at the stake..”

“Yeah.. I don’t know. But I called off whatever they were doing with Mead too. And then, I wiped his laptop and phone clean so that he wouldn’t have contact with anyone”.

You said solemnly. As stupid as it sounded, and you would never admit it to Cordelia but you almost felt bad.

Micheal came into your world and didn’t do anything at all. He even left your phone under your pillow where you always left it for heavens sake. And then you literally ruined his whole world as payment. You were sure that as you and Cordelia spoke, he was working on fixing everything and plotting your death but.. still.

You couldn’t help but think that maybe if you had left things alone and just stayed in his hotel yesterday like he said, maybe things could be different.

It was tempting to think like that but you couldn’t. Even if you didn’t tamper with his life, that didn’t change that he was the antichrist. It didn’t change him or who he was.

“Well you did good. I’m proud of you (y/n) but it won’t be enough. Micheal is going to continue his plans so, for starters, we’ll have to call the council and determine a new plan because, this isn’t going to work. We can’t have you be here if he comes, or were going to have to change our plans entirely”.

“Do we have to kill him”?

You kind of blurted it out, you didn’t even think about it before you said it out loud.

“The council will help determine a new solution, but yes (y/n), I think that’s still going to be our plan. Trust me, I would never resort to this first. I tried to offer him help in the past but he refused. I just - I don’t know how many other options there are besides ending his life”.

Cordelia explained and you nodded.

“Yeah. I know”.

“I need to go and tell the girls that there needs to be a council meeting as soon as possible”.

Cordelia said, quickly leaving the room.

The rest of the day following up until 7 pm, which is when the council meeting was held, was rather dull. As normal.

The rest of the girls in Robichaux’s were expected to continue working on their skills but because of the unexpected circumstances you had found yourself in, you were supervising over them and helping when needed.

Cordelia would normally have you practicing with everyone else but she figured that now since Micheal was your soulmate, there was no way that she would have you go up against Micheal directly.

Even though, you were still uncomfortable with not knowing what your future held, you were thankful you wouldn’t have to hurt Micheal. Even though, you defintly still thought he deserved it, you just didn’t want to have to witness or be a direct cause of it.

~

It was 7 pm. Dinner was finished and all of the girls that were not a part of the council had headed back up to their bedrooms for individual recreation time. Normally individual recreation time didn’t exist. After dinner typically included getting back into practicing magic for a couple of hours but Cordelia made this brief schedule shift to make sure that no one would over hear the meeting.

You were sad to watch Mallory leave the living room and head up the stairs to your room, you didn’t want to go through this alone. You trusted Cordelia though, and the rest of your sisters. Since the former council members were murdered, Cordelia herself and fellow Robichaux members were put on the council instead. Mallory lingered on the stairs, sending you a supportive smile as she climbed up the rest of the remaining stairs and went back into the safety that was your shared bedroom.

You sat in a black chair before the council, which were all seated at a table in front of you. Cordelia, Zoe, and Queenie were all members of the council. Madison used to be a member but you heard that it was only for a very brief time. By eavesdropping you had learned that Madison was a member of the council before she died, but after micheal brought her back she vanished. She never returned to the coven so her council role was revoked. You knew that Zoe and Queenie kept in touch with her though.

The living room was kept dark and dim, with the fireplace lit, providing a nice ambience with the occasional crackling log. This helped soothe you and calm your nerves.

“So.. we have come up with a descision (y/n), and we would love to propose it to you”.

Cordelia spoke. You knew that they had talked about the situation before you were invited to sit down with them but the fact that they had already came up with a descision? You didn’t know whether to be impressed or maybe.. a little offended that they had decided so quickly.

“I’d love to hear it”.

You said optimistically. You saw them all exchange nervous looks with eachother. You took a deep breath in. This could not be good. Queenie had a emphathetic look on her face as she took the next turn to talk.

“So.. There’s no easy way to put this but.. Girl.. your gonna have to date Micheal Langdon”.

“What?! Excuse me”?

“(y/n)-“

“Cordelia”!

You exclaimed, hoping that maybe she could provide a explanation or to admit to you that this was all just a joke. There’s no way you would date Micheal in ANY universe. Even if someone paid you to do it you don’t think you would really consider it.

“We wouldn’t ask you to do this unless we thought there was a better option (y/n). And, we don’t need you to really date him. We just need you to pretend you like him so that you can get close to him and make him vulnerable”.

Cordelia said quietly.

“You basically you want me to seduce him?! That’s not any better than fake dating”!

You exclaimed and then Zoe butted into the conversation.

“Cordelia’s right but Queenies bullshitting you. The whole point of this is for you to pretend that you like him, get on his good side. And then when he’s vulnerable - we can ambush him”.

You tried to speak but you stopped yourself before any sound actually came out. This proposal didn’t sound too bad.. you would just have to make sure you didn’t get attached.

“And when the time comes to ambush him, well make sure that your away from Micheal”.

Cordelia added.

“Okay.. I can get onboard with that execpt, I ruined his life. I cancelled his big apocalypse plans, crashed his Cooperative meeting and I wiped both his phone and his laptop. He’s not going to want to have ANY kind of relationship with me. I’m probably his #1 target”.

You said, shaking your head. How would this ever work?

“But (y/n), your forgetting one very important thing. Your soulmates. Even if he swears that he hates you with every fiber of his being, he won’t. Not when you two meet in person. After switching, you two share a very strong bond. He’ll be naturally attracted to you”.

Cordelia said, reassuringly. You let out a shaky breath you weren’t even aware you were holding.

“Okay. But what if your wrong and he kills me? And what if I get attached”?

Cordelia softly smiled and shook her head. She got up from the black chair to walk up to you.

“He won’t. I promise. If we weren’t absolutely certain of this then we wouldn’t have proposed this plan. Please (y/n), you are the best hope this coven has. Mallory isn’t strong enough to take Micheal on and neither am I. And, knowing the kind of person he is and what he’s done should be enough to keep you from getting attached. You know how it will end”.

The last sentence seemed to stick with you because of how ominous it sounded. If this ‘soulmate bond’ that Cordelia speaked of was real, it truly sounded like a double edged sword. It would be the thing that would keep Micheal from hurting you but what if you actually fell in love with him? And then your coven would just end up killing him.

“I’ll do it. For the coven”.

You couldn’t stop thinking how the hell you were going to pull this off? You never were the flirtatious type but you would have to try. Perhaps even die trying. You Just hoped that Mallory was awake so that you didn’t have to sit alone with this information

[oh-miss-believer-imagines]

Imagine: Being Micheal Langdon’s most trusted. Especially when he begins the plans for the apocalypse.

“I don’t know what I would do without you Y/N.” Micheal’s voice purred as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

A small blush came across your face and a smirk on your lips. You never expected to fall in love with the Anti-Christ. Yet here you were, helping him put his plans for the apocalypse in action. “I know, Micheal. I know.”