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FNAF Into the pit? More like into the daddy issues

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Plzz write fnaf Michael x femreader! It starts like a fluff and then smut👀

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Mike Schmidt x fem!reader Request Word Count:2.4k Warnings:Angst to Fluff to Smut, this got way angstier than i thought SOWWWY- but I promise, fluff ensues, Smut ensues, so MDNI/18+, Movie Spoilers Summary:After you finally return from work, a few surprises await you at home…

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Your day had been slow. Agonizingly slow. Time seemed to go by extra slow today and by the time you finally left your office, it had felt like you had spent a week there, instead of a day. But as you slowly made your way towards your car, your mood lightened, as you remembered what would await you at home.

Your loving Boyfriend and his even sweeter little sister. 

The little family you had built over the years always managed to put a smile on your face and especially after the whole drama at that Pizza Plex, you were even more grateful for what you had.

You slightly shook your head, trying to avoid thinking of those memories. The things you had seen, while Mike and You tried to save his sister from the dead children. You hoped that they got what they wanted…and that the Monster who created them had gotten what he deserved.

Your mind was about to wander back to the memory of the springlocks violently stabbing into his chest, as a knock on your car window quite literally pulled you out of your thoughts.

A quiet gasp left your lips, as you looked outside to see who had knocked. Much to your relief, it was only your coworker, who wanted to wish you a good night. You quickly uttered your goodbyes, before finally starting the car and making your way back home.

By the time you arrived, the sun had long since disappeared behind the horizon. You quickly parked your car next to Mike´s before moving towards the entrance. 

You didn't bother turning on the lights in the hallway, as you dropped your bag to the floor and kicked off your shoes.

Before you could call out for Mike and Abby, you heard someone running towards you and as you realized what was happening, you quickly duck away, stumbling backwards.

Just in time to avoid being hit by the bat that was swung into your direction.

“Mike!! It's me!! It's just me!!”, You quickly yelled and reached for the lightswitch.

As the hallway was suddenly illuminated by the dim gleam of the ceiling light, you could make out the figure of Mike in front of you. He was breathing heavily. With the bat still in his hand, he was towering over you. He just looked at you for one more second, before finally realizing what was happening. He quickly dropped the bat, a hand flying to his face, covering his mouth in disbelief of what he had just done.

“I´m sorry…”, he mumbled, dropping to his knees,”I'm so sorry. I thought…I thought it was..that it was o-one of t-them..”

Your heart broke at the sight in front of you. You quickly pulled Mike into your arms:”It's okay, Mike. I´m alright. They're gone now. They're gone.”

You gently kissed his temple, as you saw that he tried to suppress his tears. You knew that he was having a hard time dealing with the gruesome events. It had left scars on him. Both physically and mentally.

“I´m sorry..”, he muttered once more, pulling you closer to him. You only kissed his forehead again and mumbled sweet nothings into his ear until he had calmed down again.

You gently cupped your boyfriend´s face and gave him a soft smile. To your delight, he returned the smile and leaned forward to quickly peck your lips.

The sweet moment was interrupted as the voice of Abby grabbed your attention. The young girl came running into the hallway, calling out both of your names. Your smile got even bigger as she quickly came over to you, giving you a short hug, before starting to ramble about what she had drawn today and that she wanted to show you all her artworks. You happily nodded at everything that she said. 

“Alright Abbs.”, Mike suddenly said, interrupting his sister and affectionately patting her head,”You can show her tomorrow. It's time for bed now.”

The little girl pouted for a moment and turned back to you:”But I wanna stay up and play with you.”

You gave her a mischievous smile:”I tell you something. If you promise me to go to bed now, I will play and draw with you tomorrow the entire day. And I'll make your favorite Dinner, hm?”

Abby´s face lit up in anticipation. She quickly nodded and said good Night to you and Mike, before disappearing into her room.

Mike only looked at you with admiration,”How do you alway do that?”, he asked, as the two of you also made your way to your shared bedroom.

“It´s a secret”, You grinned and let yourself fall down on the bed. A satisfied groan left your lips, as you finally felt the stress from work dissolve into nothing but hot air.

You watched how Mike pulled his Hoodie over his head and throwing it to the side. Now only left in his T-Shirt, he flopped down beside you, propping his head up on his arm and looking down at you. He didn't say anything for a few seconds, just looking you up and down, before he slowly lifted his hand and gently grasped your cheek. You gasped quietly, as he suddenly leaned forward and connected your lips in a sweet and tender kiss. It only lasted for a few seconds before he pulled back again. You looked up at him and saw that his eyes were closed, as he leaned his forehead against yours.

Finally, Mike opened his mouth to say something, but after a few seconds of silence, he closed it again and he opened his eyes. You looked at his dark orbs and almost lost yourself in all the emotions, he was trying to convey only with his gaze.

“It's okay.”, you affirmed, “I know. You don't have to say anything, Mike.”

The boy only smiled at you and it was a genuine smile. One, that you rarely got to see.

Without another word, Mike suddenly sat up, pulling you with him and into his lap. You gasped loudly at the sudden change of position, which gave Mike the chance to put his mouth back onto yours.

This kiss was different. It was passionate, hungry even. He groaned lowly as he pulled your body tighter against his. Your hands pressing up against his chest, while he explored your Body with his.

“Mike..”, you warned him, as he started to kiss your jaw, your skin burning like fire everytime his lips touched you.

“Your sister…”, You mumbled again, but you and him both knew that it was already too late, that you were already at his mercy, the gaze of yours just as hungry as his.

“We'll be quiet.”, he finally answered, as he pushed you off his lap and onto the mattress. You watched how he now also pulled his Shirt over his head, before leaning down to kiss you again. You moaned against his lips, as you felt his cold hands wander under your sweater. He squeezed your hips tenderly, while making it his mission to let you drown in his kisses. As he finally parted to help you out of your clothes, you immediately missed the feeling of his lips pressing against yours.

Quickly you pulled your sweater over your head, discarding it on the floor. Mike only admired you for a few seconds, his gaze wandering all over your Body and you felt heat rising to your cheeks.

“Don't look at me like that.”, you mumbled and gently put your hand over his eyes.

Mike only chuckled at your antics,”Like what?”, he asked, acting all innocent and letting your hand remain on top of his eyes.

After a few seconds of Silence, you slowly pulled your hand back and his eyes went back to look at you.

“Like that.”, You croaked, looking away from him.

“But why?”, Mike teased, pulling you closer to his body by your hips,”I love what I am seeing.”

Upon hearing his words, you looked back up at him. his eyes held no ounce of doubt. He was a hundred percent sure.

“I love you too, Mike”, You smiled and quickly pecked his lips. Mike only returned the smile,”May I?”, he asked, mentioning towards your bra.

You quickly nodded and mere seconds later, your bra joined the heap of clothing that was already on the floor.

Mike´s lips quickly latched onto your breast, as his hand gave the same attention to the other. With a moan, your head lolled back in pleasure.

“You like that, hm?”, Mike mumbled, as he pushed you back down on the bed. You weren't able to form a coherent sentence anymore, so you just nodded.

“Please, let me have you.”, he urged, his hands wandering to the hem of your pants,”Let me make you feel good.”

“Mike please..”, You finally pressed out,”I need you..Need you inside of me.”

That was all the confirmation he needed, before finally pulling your pants down, alongside your panties.

He slowly pushed your thighs apart and started to kiss up the inside of your calves, but never quite touching you where you desperately needed him.

“Mike please.”, You whined again, while trying to keep your voice down. But your eyes widened in surprise and you tried to suppress the loud moan that made it´s way up your throat, as Mike suddenly pushed two fingers inside you without a warning. His tongue joined mere seconds after, as he ate you out like a man starved.

Your hand wandered to Mike´s hair and you gently pulled and pushed at his head as he was working you closer to your release. You could already feel that coil form inside you and after only a few more seconds, it snapped and with a suppressed moan, you came against his mouth.

As your heavy breathing started to slow down again, Mike finally looked back up at you, the desire in his eyes bigger than ever. He quickly latched his lips on yours again and you could taste yourself on him as he kissed you hungrily.

Your hands now wandered towards his sweats and as you grabbed his already hard member through his pants. He groaned lowly, closing his eyes in pleasure.

Quickly, you pulled down his pants, leaving him now also bare in front of you. Without a second thought, you grabbed his length and gave him a few experimental pumps. That seemed to do the trick on him and you watched how Mike´s brows furrowed, as he melted against your touch.

“Wanna be inside you..”,he mumbled against the skin of your shoulder. With anticipation, you lined him up with your entrance and looked back up at him. Mike was looking at you questioningly. And as soon as you gave him a small nod, he finally pushed inside of you.

You grabbed onto his biceps, as the pain slowly dissolved into pleasure. Mike slowly started moving in and out of you, grabbing your hips tightly. You suppressed a moan by sinking your teeth into his shoulder. Not to pierce the skin, but hard enough to leave a mark.

You could hear Mike mumbling incoherent words into your ear, as he picked up his pace, desperately trying to push you over the edge again.

“Mike..”, You moaned, feeling yourself coming closer and closer to the sweet sweet relief and as you looked back into his eyes and saw the adoration that he had for you, you were done for it. You clenched around him and came all over his cock. Mike followed soon after, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm.His thrusts got slower and sloppier and he finally pulled out of you, his breath still heavy against your skin. He quickly kissed your temple, before getting up. After a minute, he returned with a damp cloth and a water bottle. With a smile still on his face, he gently cleaned you both up, before slipping back into bed with you.

You chuckled, as he nuzzled his head into your neck, his stubble tickling your skin. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled his body closer to yours. His warmth engulfing you fully.

“Good Night, Mike.”, you smiled and gently kissed his cheek.

“Night.”, he replied with a yawn.

It didn't go unnoticed by you, that he didn't use his pills to fall asleep today. Or the recording of nature sounds. He didn't even look up at the Poster of Nebraska, that was now hanging over his bed again.

Looking at your beloved one last time, you smiled once more before finally closing your eyes and letting sweet sleep engulf you.

Bonus:

“Mike!?”

“Miiiike!?”

“Miiiiiike!?!?”

Your eyes snapped open and within a second, you were sitting up on the bed. Your gaze wandered to the door, where loud knocks and shouts were being heard. After a few seconds of trying to understand in which century you had woken up in, you realized where you were and the events of last night returned to you.

“Mike?”, You mumbled quietly and tapped your boyfriend's shoulder, who was laying next to you,”Mike??”

With a groan, he finally looked up at you and before you had the chance to say something, he tumbled off the bed due to leaving too much over the edge.

You couldn't suppress the chuckle that left your lips as you leaned down to check on Mike.

“Morning.”, You smiled, as you realized that he was fine. You quickly leaned down to peck his lips, which immediately seemed to wake him up more.

“Miiiiike!?!”

Your sweet moment was interrupted, as you heard Abby banging against the door again.

Mike let out an annoyed groan before getting up and putting his pants back on.

“In a minute, Abbs!”, he yelled back and the banging on the door finally stopped.

“We have a lot to do today.”, you said as you finally got up too and started to get dressed.

Mike only looked at you in confusion:”What do you mean?”

“Remember how I made Abby go to sleep yesterday?”, you chuckled and softly kissed his cheek before walking to the door. Pushing the handle down, you were immediately greeted by the sight of Abby who grabbed your hand and pulled you towards her room to show you her drawings.

Mike could only look after you with a tender smile on his face. How had he gotten so lucky?

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Hi Bunny!! This is kind of a big order…May I please have an earl grey + Margarita + cranberry juice + mocha coffee + sticky toffee pudding + Belgian waffles served by Mark Webber?

P.S Your writing is just BRILLIANT

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want to have your own order? then hit up the menu! there are tons of items to choose from and i love doing these! so thank you for those who ordered, and i hope you love this! (i've never written mark webber before, but i do have more requests in my inbox that i might take a look at ;))

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night." + sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant." + earl grey: big cock + margarita: unprotected sex + cranberry juice: mean!character + mocha coffee: breeding kink served by mark webber (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, age gap (20/29), rookie driver!reader, mean!mark (but he has the capacity to be nice), breeding kink, set in '05/'06, unprotected sex

2005

a twenty-nine year old mark webber had just met his wife, the rookie, almost ten years his junior. that was what you'd be known to mark as for the rest of your days. the rookie, his rookie.

it started a small affair, you weren't too sure how mark got under your skin so perfectly. maybe it was because a lot of these drivers were so chauvinistic, patronizing to the point where it made you seem like you were so much smaller. mark wasn't soft with you. and that extended both on and off the track.

"i can't believe you said that to both kimi and michael!" you snapped when mark got into your hotel room. his arms around you. that was what thing he liked about you. he couldn't very well pick up other drivers the way he could with you.

"what i said wasn't that bad, beautiful." he groped your ass through your jeans, "you're being so sensitive."

"i cum in that every night." you shot back, "why don't i wear a big stamp across my ass that says "webber's slut!"

he perked up a little bit, "will you."

you fisted the front of his shoulder and made a face at him, "of course i won't!" then pressed his forehead against yours, "i can't believe you did that." then pulled away, "you shouldn't have even come over."

"well if i didn't how could i cum in you?" he questioned as he got closer, "don't be so mad, beautiful. you don't look good when you're frowning." he beamed at you, "plus. it could've been so much worse. i could've said, the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

you made a face, "don't joke about that." then watched mark grab your wrist. there was a pull to him that allowed him further into your hotel room and onto the bed.

his hands pushed up your tank top, "feelin' good as always." he chuckled as his lips touched your pulse as he got you onto your back. soon he got your jeans off, followed by everything else you wore. and you pulled at his t-shirt off his back.

"you are a menace."

"ah, but you love me." he smirked, "you love when i come into your hotel room and make a mess of your pussy. i know the accent gets to you, i know you think about me all day."

"hard not to when you're ego fills up entire rooms." you raked your nails down his back and he groaned a little before he pulled you into a heated kiss. you melted a little bit. damn webber.

both naked on your hotel room while the city was alive outside. you raked your fingers through his shirt dark hair and the kisses continued. legs tangled up in one another, you felt a pull towards him. as you always did.

he rubbed his bare cock up against you and it wasn't until the kiss broke that he was able to get himself ready to fuck you properly. after all, you only deserved the best. he smirked, "you look better on your back than in a car." he got your legs up to his chest and managed to slip his cock into you.

the feeling left him with a small shudder, the sparks in his brain lit up when he got himself to the base. always took him so beautifully. he looked down at you as he held your hips. he pressed his cock up inside of you, he watched your expressions as he moved.

"fuck, webber."

"i got you, rookie. you like when i'm like this to you. those other drivers treat you like shit. but also like glass. oh, you can't hurt the girl. you can't get aggressive with her. but, i like being aggressive with you. how you bite back at me. you're not a docile puppy." but then as he sucked a mark onto your collarbone, "but then again, neither am i."

you moaned and arched your back. you clung onto the covers under your body. the cheap hotel sheets that mark was fucking you into. he curved over you and kissed you passionately. the kisses were vicious, rough in a way that left you squirming. his words were in your head.

"fuck, webber." your back arched as you felt the hear radiate through your body. and you swore you could feel mark's heartbeat, even though he wasn't chest to chest with you.

he continued to rut against you, his cock dragged across your more sensitive parts which made you moan a little louder. soon your nails dug into his shoulders, scratching across his strong back.

"i love how you say my name. maybe if you play your cards right it'll be your name one day." he continued to fuck you, he pushed into you as much as he could. he wanted to make sure that you felt it all. you may be the upcoming star on the track, but mark was more than happy to take you apart every night. make you feel better than any rush of the race.

maybe it was because he was painfully in love with you.

his pace quickened as he felt closer to orgasm. he could feel the thump of his heartbeat in the back of his mind as he felt the urge to climax weigh heavy on him. his mouth continued to run until you pulled him in closely and kissed him all over the mouth.

his lips were bright red by the time you were done with him. you clung to him tightly as you came first. your cunt tight around his cock as he continued to fuck you passionately. his pace became uneven as he yearned for his own climax, he could feel the rush of blood to his cock and the light-headed feeling as he kept fucking you.

"that's my rookie. all mine." he said with a hint of tenderness. not enough to inflate your ego. he gave it a few more thrusts of his hips before he kept all of himself inside of you. it felt good doing it bare, it also left you flustered. naughty girl.

"fuck, webber."

"keep saying that and you might get a ring soon." he teased as he pulled out, which made you groan.

you laid in each other's embrace. you allowed him to hold your hand the way lovers did. it was tender, it was nice. it was certainly not horrible. maybe to love mark webber wouldn't be horrible.

2006

"mark alan webber." you snarled as you threw the plastic pregnancy test at his head. the plastic hit him right in the forehead, "you son of a bitch!" you were shaking, you had tears in your eyes as you threw yourself at him.

but he caught you and held you to his chest. he kissed the top of your head, "no reason to that, beautiful." he swayed you a little from side to side, "we'll figure it out. you, me and baby." mark webber was a mean man, he easily bullied his little rookie.

"you ended my career. on purpose" you grumbled.

he rubbed your back, "yeah, it took me a year to get you pregnant to wipe out my only real competition. my second choice was fernando."

you looked up at him and swallowed back some of the sadness, "mark... shut up." and were met with kisses. you tried not to laugh, even with the sadness in your stomach.

mark hated to see you cry, at least in a context whe he wasn't bullying your poor cunt. it broke his heart. to see you in such a fragile state clicked something in his brain. he held onto you tightly while you cried. you two were terrors to each other, mostly mark towards you. but, you'd make this work. and mark, despite everything, would not make you do it alone. <3

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🖤 Pairing: Damian Priest x f!Reader 🖤 Summary: Damian’s fiancée receives a head injury during a match resulting in amnesia. (Part 1/5) 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 🛑 Warnings: Head injury, hospital setting 🖤 Notes: Spanish translations are at the end of the story. I do not speak Spanish, so if anything is incorrect, please let me know and I’ll fix it!  🖤 Taglist: In the comments. If you’d like to be added, please click here!  🖤 MASTERLIST

THE INJURY

The atmosphere in Gorilla was cool, calm, and collected, as that’s the way Triple H preferred to work. Everyone had a job, a place, and they were all in position for the upcoming match. Your match. Tyson Kidd was just getting seated at his spot in front of a monitor一as the producer of your segment with Liv Morgan, he would oversee the timing of the match and, through the headset he donned, prepare the cameramen for where you both would be and what shot would be best. Tyson gave you a thumbs up and a comforting smile, as he was quite familiar with the nerves you’d built up over the past several weeks of working with him and Liv. You were confident in your skill set, you were optimistic about your growing number of fans, and you deserved to be here.

That last sentiment had been drilled into your head by your fiancé, who stood before you now. Looking up into Damian’s sparkling eyes, you momentarily lost your edge and your fiery competitiveness, replaced by the melting of your heart and the softening of your soul. You stopped bouncing from one foot to the other when he cupped your face in his warm, rough hands and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

“I love you,” he said, voice so deep it was almost inaudible over the various conversations being held around you.

You clutched his wrists, and your foreheads came together. “I love you, too,” you said.

Damian quickly kissed your lips, knowing if he lingered, neither of you would be able to pull away. “Be safe,” he told you. “You got this.” Pulling away, he initiated the intricate handshake known only to the two of you—the simple act giving you butterflies every single time—which ended with your pinky fingers wrapped around the other’s, and the two of you shared an intimate, knowing smile, saying everything, but speaking nothing.

Your music hit, the crowd cheered, and your heart began to pound. After a few deep breaths and the cue from production, you made your way through the curtain, revealing yourself to the sold out audience. The roar became even louder as you skipped down the ramp, slapping hands, high-fiving fans, and even snapping a few selfies with some of your younger fans. You promised to revisit the little girl dressed nearly identical to you, having it in your mind to gift her a souvenir of some sort from your gear at the end of the night. 

After rousing the crowd for a few more minutes, Liv’s music chimed through the speakers of the arena, and you thought the roof might come off. Liv was incredibly popular, heel or not, so you’d expected her reception to be much grander than yours, but you couldn’t help but imagine yourself standing in the middle of the ring, holding that beautiful Women’s World Championship title above your head proudly. Your star was on the rise, and those words had been spoken first by Shawn Michaels when you were on NXT, then by Triple H when you’d made your first main roster appearance on Raw. Unfortunately, you would take the pin tonight, and there was no way for you not to feel a little jealous, but, you were assured, it was all part of a bigger plan.

The first half of the match was flawless. You and Liv worked well together, anticipating each other’s moves without much need for whispering what the next run would be. As per the plan, you suplexed Liv onto the canvas before scrambling for the nearest ring post where you climbed to the top rope. This is where you were supposed to perform your finisher, which Liv would kick out of, but something went wrong, and suddenly you were falling. Falling wouldn’t be a big deal if you had landed on the canvas, but you fell backward, and your loss of equilibrium beforehand sent you head and neck first onto the padded floor. Your light blinked out, and the world was black and silent.

Damian watched you fall on the television monitor in Gorilla, and he uncrossed his arms to grab at his head. The entire arena became deadly quiet, and Damian waited barely two seconds for you to get up or move or do something, and when you only laid there, he started for the entrance ramp.

“Priest, wait,” Triple H commanded, standing and removing his glasses. Nearby Jey Uso slipped an arm around Damian’s waist to keep him from exiting Gorilla. “Just give her a second.”

“She looks fuckin’ dead, are you kidding me?” Damian shouted, making a second attempt at escaping. Jey held tight, and Damian looked down at him. “If it was your girl?” he rasped, brows knitted, fighting tears.

Jey tilted his head, offended Damian would bring up such a valid point, but he rolled his eyes and let the taller man go. 

Minutes later, when your eyes sluggishly opened, your vision was blurry and your head felt like it was in a vice. So many different voices were shouting around you, but they seemed far away. Were they yelling at you? What happened? You tried to sit up, but dizziness overwhelmed you, dropping you back to a floor that wasn’t as hard as it should have been, and your eyes closed in an effort to slow the spinning. 

“Baby, can you hear me?”

“Where’s the gurney?”

Gurney? Your eyes opened again, this time both a little less blurry and a little less dizzy, but the pain in your skull continued to worsen. So many people surrounded you, none of whom you recognized. One face, however, stood out—a handsome face, you noticed, despite the excruciating hammering in your brain, with the most concerned expression tugging at his tanned features. You didn’t know him, though, never seen him before in your life, so you weren’t sure what he was so upset about. And you weren’t sure why you cared, considering you knew exactly nothing else: why you were on your back, why your head threatened to explode, why you seemed to be the center of attention. And why were you dressed in a pretty costume, and why were there thousands of people staring at you from every direction of a crowded arena? Why?

“Can you tell me your name?”

You looked up at the man questioning you, and he shone a bright light directly into your sensitive eyes, which snapped shut as you shied away from it. “What?” you whispered.

“Your name,” he repeated. “Can you tell me your name?”

“Yeah, it’s …” You trailed off, eyes sluggishly searching everywhere, looking for nothing, and finding just that. Your name. One of the easiest questions in the world, if not the easiest, but you couldn’t answer. You opened your mouth, hoping the name would simply come spilling out, but nothing happened. Your name. Of course you know your name. “It’s …” The man looked at you expectantly, just as every single other person encircling you was doing, and it suddenly occurred to you that something was wrong. Really wrong. But then your eyes found those concerned ones, and they were still worried, even more so now, but they were lovely, dark and deep, and for some reason, you found comfort in this complete stranger’s gaze. “I—I don’t know …”

“Let’s get her strapped in.”

Strapped in? Your heart raced and you couldn’t catch your breath because you had no idea what that meant or who anyone was or where you were or who you were. Maybe if you looked into those chocolate pools again, everything would go away. Maybe this was a dream. Maybe you were dying. 

“Move! She doesn’t know what the hell is going on and she’s scared to death!”

Those ochre eyes suddenly found yours, and your sigh of relief was audible. He fell to his knees beside you and took your hand in his, and just a bit more relaxation dulled the edges of your nerves. You wished it could do the same for your pain, which was quickly becoming blinding. His skin was coarse and hot, his grip strong and soothing, and your own hand reflexively returned the squeeze.

“Hey there, pretty girl,” he said, and his voice was as rich as his irises, and his smile was like staring at the sun, and the pet name had to bear some significance, but for crying out loud, you didn’t know him from Adam. “You can hear me, right?” You nodded, wincing at the pain. “Good. Now listen—” He seemed hesitant to continue, and that ramped up your heart rate. “—you fell, okay? You hit your head, and it knocked you out for a few minutes. With me?” He spoke slowly and clearly, and the appreciation you felt for his patience was immeasurable. You nodded again. He went on to explain that you would be placed in a neck brace before being buckled to a backboard, which would then be lifted onto a gurney, and the gurney loaded onto an ambulance, because you were being taken to the nearest emergency room.

As each step took place, you were a lot less terrified now than you would have been had he not told you what was going to happen. The handsome man never let go of your hand, even when he was advised to by the medics, because your grip tightened every time you thought you might lose the connection. Once on the gurney and completely strapped down, you were wheeled through a narrow corridor between the crowd and the ramp, passing a crying little girl who was dressed similarly to you, the handsome man at your side.

“Priest, where are you going?” an older, bald man asked as they headed down a hallway toward a red exit sign. Priest. Now he had a name, but you didn’t recognize it.

“Where do you think I’m goin’?” Priest asked. “I’m goin’ to the hospital with her.”

“Come on, you can’t do that,” the bald man chuckled. “They’ll take great care of her, and you still have a promo to cut tonight.”

“You okay?” Priest asked you, his tone much softer than when he’d been speaking with the bald man, who clearly was a superior of some kind. You couldn’t nod or speak with the neck brace, so you squeezed his hand. He smiled. 

“Damian.” The bald man stepped in front of him, hand to his chest. Another name? Priest Damian? Or maybe Damian Priest? Neither rang any bells.

“Boss, fire me or get the hell outta my way, because I’m not leavin’ her alone!”

You certainly didn’t want anyone to lose their job over you, but you selfishly refused to release his hand, looking up at him with tears overflowing. Dozens of people, it seemed, surrounded you and apparently knew you, but Priest—or Damian—was the only one you felt like you should know. There had to be a reason he gave you such comfort, a reason he was fighting so hard for you. The bald man relented, however, offering his permission that Priest obviously didn’t need or want, and he and the medics lifted you onto the ambulance. After the medics climbed in after you, Priest followed, helping to close the doors, and he remained seated on the bench near the doors and out of the way of the men assisting you. He kept his hands on one of your glittering boots, though, never once breaking contact as the ambulance activated its lights and sirens feature. Your head felt like it was splitting apart right down the middle and the sudden loud sirens and flashing lights did nothing to help the situation.

Once at the hospital, you had to be separated from Priest in spite of your silent protestations. You held onto the hand of the only person in the world you felt even the slightest connection to, refusing to let go, until he bent down, lips to your ear.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he promised, “and I’ll get back there as soon as I possibly can.” You felt those lips press a warm kiss to the shell of your ear, your body relaxing just the tiniest bit, but it was relief just the same. “I love you, mi vida.”

Your eyes met his, unsure of how to respond. It was plain to see that you and Priest had an intimate relationship, but you didn’t feel a need to respond in kind to his declaration. You didn’t know him—how could you love him? Maybe it was even an unrequited love—maybe he had feelings for you, but you had none for him. That really didn’t seem likely, but the neurons in your brain were firing in every direction and you couldn’t control what kind of thoughts you had, or how many, and you certainly had no clue which ones were correct. If any were correct at all. Fuck, you were so confused.

You were taken to Radiology where they placed you inside the CT machine to assess what kind, if any, of head injury you had. The neck brace was eventually removed when it was determined your spine was intact from brain to base, and you were finally, finally, given medication to help with the pain. Your nerves were frayed, though, especially after all the questions the doctor asked you that you didn’t know the answer to. Like your name, or the year, or the President of the United States. The meds helped to relax you a bit, but you still found yourself looking for Priest. Every time the door opened, you hoped it was him, and every time you were let down when it was just another member of the medical team. You asked for him several times, for Priest, and at one point, an actual priest knocked on your door, ready to pray with you. The longer you were apart, the more anxious you became, and you couldn’t explain it. It was a strange sensation to miss a complete stranger. You sighed, resting your sore head against the uncomfortable pillow. 

Maybe they can’t find him because he left.

At the same time, down the hallway, Damian stood towering over your physician, sinewy, tattooed arms crossed in front of his chest, unintentionally intimidating anyone who laid eyes on him, the doctor included. All talent in the WWE signed paperwork for consent to be treated in the event of an emergency, as well as a form giving the facility permission to share your medical information with anyone you listed, provided that you were unable to do so. Damian Priest was the only name you’d written down. So after you were informed of your current condition, Damian was given the same report.

“She’s obviously severely concussed,” the doctor explained. Damian nodded, listening closely. “But there’s no brain damage, bleeding, or fractures, and when you take into account the height she fell from and the angle … she’s pretty lucky.” Your fall had already been plastered all over social media, so it hadn’t been difficult for Damian to show the doctor exactly how you’d come to be injured.

“She doesn’t know her own name, doc,” Damian snapped, stepping just a bit closer to the smaller man. “How’s that lucky?”

The doctor put up his hand, and Damian chewed his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. He sucked it into his mouth as he stepped back. “Yes, there’s amnesia. But it should resolve in a few days, maybe a few weeks.”

“Maybe a few months? A few years?” Damian was angry about the situation and taking it out on the wrong person. He should have been there to protect you, catch you when you tumbled off the turnbuckle—what the hell kind of husband would be if he couldn’t save you? And would he ever be a husband at all? What if you never regained your memories, despite the doctor’s confident assurance that it would take less than a month for you to recover? Damian put his own hands up in an effort to pause the conversation before it got out of control, and he scrubbed his hands over his face. “When can I take her home?”

“We’re gonna keep her overnight for observation, so probably tomorrow, possibly the next day.”

Maybe a week from now! Damian wanted to scream at the doctor who seemed to know precisely nothing for certain about your recovery. He bitterly thanked the small man before asking to be shown to your room. Taking a deep breath, he knocked gently, and your tiny voice granted him entrance. He stepped inside immediately, forgetting to take a moment to prepare himself for how you might look. You wore a generic hospital gown now, hair and makeup a mess compared to a couple of hours ago, and Damian’s heart sank like the Titanic, his stomach sloshing as if it were a half empty bottle of liquor held by a drunken sailor. He started toward you, fully prepared to gather you in his arms, tell you everything was going to be okay, that he would never stop loving you, and if you ended up like Drew Barrymore’s character in 50 First Dates, he’d love you and take care of you just the same as Adam Sandler did in one of your favorite movies.

“Hey,” he finally greeted you, closing the door behind him before pulling a nearby chair next to your bed. He slowly sat down with a sigh, smiling at you, but you could tell the gesture was forced. He looked exhausted, if you were being honest, and you wondered if that was because of you.

“Hey,” you softly replied, idly picking at your nails in your lap.

“The doctor told me … you got some memory loss.” You swallowed, nodding. “So then before, when I kissed you and told you I love you … that was probably weird.” Despite the situation, you smirked, but it was erased quickly by the anguish tugging at the beautiful man’s features. “Well—” He leaned forward, elbows on knees. “—my name is Damian Priest. You and I have been together almost four years, and we’re getting married in about five months.”

Surely that would jar loose some memories, you thought, closing your eyes and searching your brain’s files like a goddamn card catalog—dress shopping, cake-tasting, guest lists, invitations—but your investigation turned up nothing. You had no recollection of this man or any of the nearly four years you’d apparently been together, and all you could do at this point was cover your face with your hands and let loose all the tears and sobs you’d been holding inside since being strapped onto that backboard.

“Don’t do that,” Damian begged, “don’t cry.” Because he couldn’t fucking do anything about it! “Look at me.” The desperation in his voice had you taking several deep breaths, calming the hiccuping in your throat, and once you were sure the crying wouldn’t continue, you dropped your hands from your face. It took you a few moments to actually open your eyes and meet his gaze, though. Familiar, like an acquaintance from many years ago, is all you felt when you locked eyes, and you thought this was a fate worse than death. “Everything is gonna be okay. I swear to you, everything will be okay.” You wanted to believe him, but that was a tricky path to follow.

“I guess they’re keeping me here tonight,” you said, because everything was just too much and all you wanted to do was sleep. Surely when you woke up, all of your memories would be labeled and in their proper brain files and you and your fiancé would drive off into the sunset together. Damian looked at you for a moment before nodding. “Um—” you stammered. “Will you please stay with me?”

“Of course, querida,” Damian replied, instinctively reaching for your hand until he was reminded of the situation, and he locked his hands together between his knees. “I’ll be wherever you want me to be.”

When finally you fell asleep, and Damian clicked the light off, he sat back down, delicately taking your tiny hand into both of his where it disappeared between them. He leaned forward so he could kiss the back of your hand, one kiss after another, then he pressed his forehead there and closed his eyes. You would be okay, he told himself. You had to be—he’d sworn to you that you would be, and he wasn’t about to break his second promise to you.

🎀 mi vida - my life 🎀 querida - beloved/dearest

[artiststarme]

A Grudge Be Held

Based on an enabling comment from @estrellami-1. Hope you guys like it and please leave me your opinions in the comments!

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There are a few well known facts in the universe; the earth revolves around the sun, George Michael is gay, Tim Curry has sexy legs, and Eddie Munson holds grudges.

It wasn’t because he was a bad person or because he thought people were inherently bad, he’d just been through too much to waste his time on people that had already wronged him. He didn’t give more than one chance and if they fucked that up, well, they didn’t deserve another one.

He was usually lenient on what constituted a grudge to be held. Unless someone did something directly to him or someone he cared about, it didn’t really bother him and they certainly didn’t make his list. His parents were on there (because why wouldn’t they be?), Mrs. O’Donnell was on there because he was positive at least one of his failed senior years was due to her having a bone to pick with him, and Principal Higgins was on there too because fuck that guy.

Tommy Hagan was on the list because of a rumor started that made life hard for Eddie for awhile (it was true but needless to share), Jason Carver was on there now for starting a mob trying to kill him, and Billy Hargrove earned a spot for being an asshole to anything that moved.

A person that many people were surprised wasn’t on the list was Steve Harrington. The DnD party was shocked when they heard King Steve wasn’t an object of resentment in Eddie. But he’d never done anything out of malice to Eddie specifically. Where others saw confidence and pride, Eddie looked at a lonely and broken teen that was willing to do anything to fit in. He couldn’t hate him for that. And the time where Steve stood up for Eddie against Billy Hargrove at a drug deal gone wrong forever cemented him as a good guy in Eddie’s eyes.

After his experience with the Upside Down, psychic murders, and overall shitshow that was his Spring Break, Eddie and Steve got closer. Steve coerced everyone of authority to clear Eddie’s name with help from Robin, Nancy, and the passed Chief Hopper that apparently wasn’t actually dead. He housed Eddie and Wayne until they could find a new trailer that they could afford. Then he spent every waking moment making sure Eddie was alright and included as part of the group. In laymen’s terms, Steve saved his life.

So in true Eddie fashion, he made the internal dramatic decision that he would hold grudges on Steve’s behalf. He would be a guard dog of sorts, protecting and defending the love of his life his friend. What he didn’t consider was how difficult the task would be.

Through a new lens, Eddie saw that everyone walked all over Steve. The cashiers at the grocery store blatantly charged him extra, the customers at Family Video talked over him nearly every sentence in response to questions they asked, and teens on the street laughed at the scars in their view. Worse of all though, the Party didn’t respect him. Dustin and Mike told him several times a day how stupid he was, Nancy looked at him in pity and shut down all of his opinions, Lucas talked about not having sports in common with anyone right in front of him, and Robin kept blowing off their plans to hang with Vickie.

Through it all, Steve appeared fine. He smiled and nodded in all the right places but as soon as he thought the eyes moved on, his smile would slip to reveal something sadder. And so Eddie’s vengeance began.

He “accidentally” knocked over sales racks near the registers in the grocery store when they charged an extra $2 for milk. He keyed the cars of the teenagers that laughed at the evidence of Steve’s pain. When he saw Officer Callahan yacking at Steve for speeding, he picked up a dozen eggs and pelted the man’s house in revenge.

Dealing with the kids in the Party was trickier. His glares and barbed comebacks were clear enough for Nancy and Robin to change their ways. The kids though just weren’t observant enough to pick up on the clues Eddie tried to drop. One session of a campaign though, the perfect opportunity presented itself.

“I didn’t know there were dragons in the game. If you losers had told me there were dragons, I might’ve considered playing ages ago!” Steve exclaimed from his seat on the couch, intrigued eyes meeting Eddie’s.

Eddie smirked at him. “Oh yeah, Big Boy. You should know by now that I’m full of surprises.”

Steve blushed a little bit but as he went to respond, Mike interrupted. “Steve, you’re not even playing. You shouldn’t even be here much less interrupting the game!”

Steve’s flush turned pale and he shrunk into himself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can just uh, I can go. I’ll see you guys later.”

As he moved to get up though, Eddie stood and towered over the table.

“Wait Steve, you’re gonna want to see this part.” He glowered at Mike and rasped his voice to transition back to DM’ing. “A comet flies from the dragon’s cavern and lands on Sir Madeon. Roll for damage.”

“What the hell! No, you can’t do that!” Mike stammered with a dropped jaw.

“I just did, pipsqueak. Roll for damage or die trying.”

“14,” Mike muttered. He glared at Eddie then Steve before pouting in his seat.

“The comet is too large to escape from. Sir Madeon tries to run but he’s not fast enough to avoid the flying stone. It lands on his back in a fiery crumble. The intense heat eats through his flesh, bones, and organs at once leaving only his head and limbs intact, scattered amongst the rest of the Party. He dies a horrendous death and his friends are left alone with only the smell of charred remains to remember him by.” Eddie ends his tirade with a quirked eyebrow. That’ll show these little assholes what happens when they mess with him. A quick glance at Steve shows him excitement and surprise, he absolutely was not expecting that.

“What the fuck. This is supposed to be PG,” Dustin stares at Eddie in horror. “You really just killed a character in the middle of a campaign for Steve?”

“Roll stealth and damage.” Eddie tells him deadpan.

��God-fucking-dammit! Eddie, no, please…”

“Roll or face the consequences!”

“3 stealth, Nat-20 damage,” Dustin whispered with his face in his hands. The other kids watch Eddie in a mixture of confusion and aghastment. But Steve is beaming, teeth shining from ear to ear.

“The dragon hears your cries of grief and turns its burly head towards you. Its glimmering eyes reach the you and the rest of the Party and you see its scaled lips open in a human like smile. With a speed you could never have anticipated, it slithers toward you before standing on muscled hind legs and flapping its leathery wings. Its lips curl around a blue flame. The last thing you feel is a flash of ice before you see no more.

Your friends see you disappear into a pile of ash, the heat of the flame too powerful to escape. The dragon whips its tail towards the party while they stare at where you used to stand. Will the Wise can’t even list his magical staff before the weight of the tail crushes him to the ground in a pile of shattered bones and bloody sinnew.

Luther is impaled by one of the dragon’s back spikes and killed immediately. The light in his eyes fades and all he sees is a figure with a crown waving at him in the distance. Prince Stephen and his pet dragon prosper in the face of their trespassing adversaries once again but the only witnesses to the horror are erased from the Earth.”

The boys stare at him in shock while he arranges his papers and stands. “The end. Steve and I are going to the movies. You bitchasses aren’t invited and if you’re even a little bit nasty to Steve again, I’ll pulverize you in real life just like I killed you in the campaign. Think on that.”

With that, Eddie grabs the hand of a stunned Steve and drags him from the Wheeler’s basement. After that debacle, he’s sure that the kids have gotten their point. And now he’s got a movie to see with his main man.

(The kids absolutely get his point and moving forward are a lot nicer to Steve. And a little scared of how Eddie’s mind works.

Eddie holds a grudge against the kids for months and will still reference their comments when he sees fit for the rest of their lives or at least the rest of his.

And Steve? He starts dating his DM in shining armor a mere two hours later.)

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[slasherstories123]

Hi there ^_^ Could you pretty please write headcanons on how the slashers (of your choice but I'd like to see House of Wax or Scream!!) would react to a reader that's scary-looking? (Allison Harvard for reference) Bonus points if reader is kinda awkward and stares a lot

I just think it would be so funny if those killers are just chilling then they turn around and get jumpscared by you piercing their skull with your eyes 💀💀

Love your works!! 💕

Slashers with a scary looking S/O

Pairing: RZ!Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, and Jason Voorhees

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RZ! Michael Myers

Michael doesn’t find you scary but eventually became intrigued on how you can scare other with a simple glance like he can, even if it’s on accident.

He wonders how you could have the most deadliest scare known to mankind (besides him) and be awkward.

He doesn’t blame you, he can be awkward too since his motives and actions are completely different from yours.

Even outside of him being a killer, he’ll be awkward with his actions since you’re different from people from the sanitarium and you treated him different.

Sometimes he won’t even notice you staring at him and if he does he’s going to stare right back at you. More so confused on why you’re staring at him.

It’s like a long staring contest.

A deadly one to be exact.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent will be creeped out at most, he finds you more scary than Bo definitely just by the looks.

He doesn’t mind your awkwardness since it’s normal to be that way, sometimes he’ll be awkward too but not as much as you, so he’ll be the one to initiate certain things if you’re in a awkward state.

When you stare at him, he’ll just think you’re zoned out or too deep in your head so he’ll gently wave his hand over your face sometimes just to snap you out of staring.

He finds your scary nature an advantage, especially if Bo tries to yell at him because of a victim you can be there to watch from afar just to creep Bo out enough to leave Vincent alone.

Sometimes he can’t help but draw you even if you count yourself as scary looking, even with the scary look on your face he always somehow draws you magnificently.

Jason Voorhees

Nothing really scares Jason, I mean he’s been through so much to where he just isn’t scared of anything anymore.

Although, he did compare you to other campers he’s killed, how come you have a more scary complexion compared to others?

That question lingered even when you two got together. Usually he sees people in shock or fear, never once having a scary complexion, the closest thing he’s seen were people with an angry resting face.

You being awkward doesn’t bother him one bit, instead he tries to make you feel less awkward by hugging you. It’s what he knows. Sometimes he think hugs can fix things when it comes to you.

Jason won’t notice you staring for a long while until he gets the feeling he’s being watched, he wouldn’t think it’s you u til he finally takes a look at your piercing eyes staring back at him.

He’ll let you stare at him knowing there wasn’t a threat, but will eventually poke your shoulder just so you can blink.

[slasher-fxcker]

s/o accidentally hurting michael’s feelings and making him cry? sorry i just love soft Michael imagines 😭🤎🙏🏾

A/N: Okay so I did get carried away and change this slightly, this is mostly angst but there definitely will be a fluffier part 2! I’m sorry but no matter how hard I tried I could not imagine a situation where Michael would cry. At this point I’m not fully convinced he would even possess tear ducts.

Fighting with Michael

Warnings: Toxic relationship, violence, mentions of blood. This blog is 18+ MDNI

To say you were beginning to worry was an understatement. It had been 3 days since you had seen Michael and although you knew he could handle himself, you couldn’t help but worry that something had happened to him. You weren’t sure what to do or how long you could wait, but what were you supposed to do? Call the police? Yeah that would go down great, Hi my boyfriend has been on a murder spree for the last 3 days and I haven’t heard from him, think you could help?

No, you knew all you could do was wait, luckily it wasn’t too much longer until you heard the familiar slam of the door that let you know someone was home. You rush down stairs to find Michael walking from the back door towards where you stood. You gasped when you saw him, he was covered in dirt and blood, you knew it was mostly victims but the rips in his jumpsuit made you think that some of it was his own.

He paused for a moment when he heard you, you reached a hand out and took a step towards him causing Michael to glare at you before continuing forward and pushing past you. From his behaviour and appearance, you guessed that the victim must have proved more difficult than he anticipated, but if he expected you to leave him be after practically going missing then he had another thing coming.

You followed him towards the stairs, grabbing his sleeve before he could take the first step. He spun around to face you and you couldn’t help but notice the tight grip he held on the dirty knife in his hand. You tentatively place a hand on his chest, not wanting to push him too much in his current state, “I missed you, I just want to make sure you're okay.” Michael places his hand on top of yours that rested on his chest and for a second you thought he was returning the affection, but he soon gripped your wrist tightly enough that it stung slightly before pushing you so that your back hit the wall next to the staircase. You could feel your eyes well as the emotion of the past 3 days finally got to you, your next words were a whisper but Michael heard you, “Why didn’t you just kill me?” this made him falter, he had been expecting you to either yell or leave him be, that he could deal with, but this, he didn’t know what to make of it. He just tilted his head and slightly lifted the pressure off your chest where he held you.

“You were gone for three days, do you know how worried I have been. But you don’t even care. So why, what was the point in keeping me alive if I mean so little to you.” You knew it wasn’t true, you knew Michael cared for you but you were so angry at him for how he made you feel that you couldn’t help it. You pushed his hand off of your chest, wiping the tears from you face and trying your best to match his glare, you wouldn’t be intimidated by him.

“I’m sick of being treated like this, I’m sick of you shutting me out.” You noticed his white knuckles as his fingers clenched around the blade in his hand but you held your composure, “I don’t deserve this, I stayed with you, I gave you all of me and you won’t even look at me after leaving me here.” He hadn’t reacted yet and you dared to take it one step further, slowly lifting your hand up towards his mask, “You won’t even let me see you.” He once again grabs your wrist in an iron hold, you pull away now anger boiling up inside you, your voice is no longer the soft whisper it had been, “If I mean so little to you then just finish the job Michael! Go on, kill me like you were supposed to. Do it, rid me from your life and finish this!” You barely get the sentence out and you see the glint of the knife as he raises it you close your eyes in anticipation of a pain that never comes.

Opening your eyes slowly you see Michaels form as he breathes heavily, almost erratically. You see the knife in your peripheral, stabbed into the wall, close enough that if you turned your head your nose would brush against it. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as you took in what had just happened, the only sound in the room was Michaels breathing. You couldn’t make excuses for Michael anymore, if he couldn’t show you even a sliver of humanity then you couldn’t keep pretending it was there. Was this a game to him? Something to pass the time in between his kills, was he going to keep you around until you bored him. If he wasn’t willing to try then you weren’t willing to put up with it anymore.

You pushed him away and he let you, knowing he could stop you if he wanted. He watched you as you walked out the door contemplating if following you would do more harm than good. After you slammed the door you swore you heard something being smashed from inside the house but you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to care.

You didn’t know where you were headed as you walked down the quiet lane, but you knew you needed to get away from that house for a while. Away from Michael.

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A/N: There will be a part 2 to this, don’t worry I won’t leave you guys hanging there, it came out much longer and angsty-er than I expected

[kingofpopmj]

Won’t Go, Without Her I’d Go Crazy

Summary: Marriage is a big deal, but for Michael & Y/N, it was just that, a deal. Fed up with Michael’s behavior, Y/N decides to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Pairing: Michael Jackson x Reader

Warning: FIGHTING, CURSING & SMUT

Requested: yes

Y/N found him pacing in his office after hearing the front door slam shut. The force behind it shook all the walls in the house. She’d never seen him this upset, but she knew he hated to be alone, so she cautiously followed the sound of his angry footsteps. He slammed his fists down into the wooden desk he stood in front of, then pushed everything off of it in one swift motion. He was cursing, complaining about something or someone. She couldn’t be sure.

“Michael?” The air was unwelcoming, but still she closed the space between them. She knew he rather be comforted than left alone with his thoughts. “It’s okay. I’m here.” The tips of her fingers made contact with his arm, slowly moving into him.

In that moment, the sound of her voice only reminded him of yet another mistake. He found something in his friend that he never thought he would. And, he screwed that up too. She’s in love with him and he knows it. He’s in deep, the gut wrenching feeling of her touch, the pain behind her stares are all around a bitter reminder of how much he fucked up. How much he hurt her. There’s no way he could fix what he’s done. Instead of protecting her, what they had— what they could’ve had, what they could’ve been, everything they could’ve built together. He chose to keep her close, but far enough to save himself from getting hurt. He protected himself. He chose to avoid accepting and admitting his own feelings. The very strong feelings that led him to her in the first place. The pain of rejection seemed inevitable and by the time he realized she’d never reject him, it was too late. He’d already went too far. There was no coming back.

He fucked everything up.

“You’re okay. I got you.” She said softly. The smooth skin of her hands caressing his face as she calmed him down. He felt his hands unclench and the tightness in his chest subsiding. As long as she’s here he’ll be good. “It’ll be okay babe.” Her voice was soothing, but that word sparked a deep hatred within himself. He doesn’t deserve that term of endearment.

“No!” His voice startled her, his arm shoving her away from him. The unexpected hostility caused her to fall backwards into a bookshelf. He squeezed his eyes shut, ashamed of what he’d just done. What’s wrong with him?

“Ow!” The pain in her voice was unmistakable. She shifted her weight to her knees as she tried to stand up. He didn’t miss how she rubbed the back of her head.

“I didn’t mean to do that.” He mumbled. He didn’t want physically hurting her to be added to the long list of ways he had failed her. It’s wasn’t on purpose.

He never meant to hurt her. For some reason, when it involved her, he’d naturally become an expert at doing everything wrong.

“Michael, what’s happening?”

“None of your business!”

“Why are you yelling at me? You never—”

“Dammit Y/N! Shut up!” She flinched. Her feet found the ground and she leaned against the wall hoping it would give her the strength she couldn’t muster up herself. “What do you want from me! What the fuck do you want!”

She was trembling at this point. Staring back at him, but unable to look into his eyes. She thought that it would make things worse somehow.

“Answer the fucking question!” He roared.

“I was— I heard you. I just wanted to help. Y— you sounded really upset. I know you don’t like being alone—”

“Well, I don’t need your help! I don’t need you!” He thought if he yelled it loud enough it would be true. He thought if he said it often the spell she had him under would be broken. He thought.

“I was just trying to be a good—”

“A good what? Wife?”

“F— friend?” Her answer sounding more like a question. She was scared. She was stuttering, visibly struggling to understand him at the moment.

“I don’t need any of it from you! Fuck! When are you going to understand!”

“What?”

“You aren’t my wife! You’re a fucking mistake! A mistake I made a five years ago that I’m forced to look at everyday!”

“Michael—”

“You aren’t my wife! This was supposed to be a deal! A deal which you took too damn far! I never asked you to do all this and it sure as hell isn’t my fault you got your feelings involved!”

“I don’t—”

“I’m a lot of things Y/N, but stupid isn’t one of them! All I asked of you was to fill the role of wife in public, little did I know you’d become fucking insufferable in private. Shit! You fucking became everything I didn’t want or need! It’s pitiful watching you look after me like a devoted wife. You do and say what you think I’d approve of because in your tiny brain you’ve convinced yourself that would get me to fall for you! I. Will. Never. Fall. For. You. Ever! It’s a pathetic dream Y/N. A dream that’s never going to come true, do you hear me? You’ll never be anything to me! Life with you is like solitary fucking confinement. It’s the worst form of torture having to be your fake husband. The only thing keeping me from escaping you is that stupid fucking piece of paper!” The distance between them dissipated as he took steps towards her with each insult he threw. Now, he was inches away from her face, watching as each word he spewed broke her further. She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. Instead, she bit her bottom lip to keep from completely falling apart in front of him, she nodded her head as if to say she understood, then ran out of the room.

Y/N made it to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her and collapsing onto her bed. She hugged the pillow tight as she tried to nurse her shattered heart. She felt humiliated. There’s no way she could ever face him again. He’s different, he’s been different for a while now.

She wish she’d never met him.

The sun was setting when her sorrow quickly evolved and anger took over. She’d done nothing wrong. He’s a damn fool. She became everything he asked her to be. She did everything he wanted. No questions asked.

This wasn’t her fault. She didn’t deserve this and there was no way in hell she was going to stay locked in this room all night feeling sorry for herself. She refused to be in the same house as him. The very thought of him disgusted her.

She hated him.

She sat up, reaching for the telephone and dialing a number with a smile on her face. Michael’s been living life, why shouldn’t she?

The conversation went just as expected, thankfully the man on the other end was not only free for the night, but desperate to see her again. It made her stomach do flips. She was about to spend time with a man and be treated as she deserved.

She quickly got ready, careful to make sure her outfit was perfect. Her black dress was sexy, but subtle. This was going to be a great night.

As Y/N reached the bottom of the steps she was met with one of the assistants Michael had hired to keep her company, so he didn’t have to. She smiled brightly as the woman looked taken aback by her appearance.

“Wow. Mrs. Jackson, you look beautiful. I didn’t know you two had plans tonight. Should I have a vehicle prepared? Your driver is on call.”

“Thank you. Please, call me Y/N. Yes, that would be perfect. I’ve got a reservation to make.”

“Will Mr. Jackson be down shortly?”

“It’s just me tonight.”

“Oh.” The woman said with an inquisitive tone.

“Some old friends of mine are in town, so it’ll be a girl’s night. It’s been a while, I’m so excited to see them.” Y/N lied, feeling both proud and surprised with how quickly she came up with a lie.

“Sounds fun! Enjoy your night.”

The ride to the restaurant hit her with a flood of emotions, she felt like she was doing something wrong. She hated that. She was so loyal to him and he couldn’t care less. She vowed to herself that tonight was that start of her finally letting him go. It was time to focus on what she needed instead of what Michael needed.

The house was dark and quiet in an eerie way. Michael felt lost. He couldn’t stop picturing the look in her eyes as he yelled at her. His words cut deep and he wanted nothing more but to tend to the wounds he had inflicted on her. What the hell came over him?

She must be in shambles.

Although, he was nervous to face her again he knew he had to. The idea of her crying in her room thinking everything he said to her was true just didn’t sit right with him. She had to know he didn’t truly think that. He was angry and for some reason he took it out on her.

He slowly turned the doorknob leading into her bedroom. The bedside light was on, television off and bed empty. There was a strange feeling in the air as he searched for her, nothing looked out of place, which confused him further. He ran around the house in a panic, checking every possible place he knew she enjoyed spending her time. She wasn’t anywhere. It’s too dark, so he knew she wouldn’t be outside. She didn’t go outside alone ever, she preferred having him with her, especially at night. He hopped down the stairs, heading towards the kitchen. She loved cooking, maybe she was in there taking out her frustrations. The kitchen was dark, empty and spotless. Where the hell is she?

He frantically called out for her assistant. He’d looked everywhere. She’s gone and something is wrong.

“It’s Y/N! I can’t find her! I think— something is wrong. I can feel it. Have you seen her today? Did she say anything—”

“I spoke with her about two hours ago Mr. Jackson. She seemed fine to me.” The woman gave him a strange look which he decided to ignore.

“Fine? Well, where is she?”

“She went out to dinner with some old girlfriends. She was driven there and the driver is waiting outside of the restaurant to bring her back. She’s safe. She said you knew.”

“Of course. Yes, I thought that was next week. Okay, that’s good. Good.” He calmed down for a moment after hearing she was okay. He lied to save himself the embarrassment of explaining why he was so desperate to find her.

“I’m happy to help. It’s sweet really, how much you care for her.” She turned to walk away when he spoke up again. He needed more than just knowing she was okay.

“I’ve been so busy. I’m mixing everything up. I’ve got to start writing stuff down.” He laughed, trying like hell not to lose his shit in front of the assistant. She smiled, offering to help him with creating a schedule for his personal events. “That’d be fantastic. Thank you.” He smiled before getting back to topic. “What restaurant did you say she was at?”

Michael walked into the dimly lit restaurant, scanning the faces until he saw her. He could never miss her. She’s beautiful, too beautiful to be just another face in the crowd. He stood tall, pushing his shoulders back and walking over to her. Whoever she was with was making her laugh and as much as he loved seeing her smile, he wasn’t crazy about some stranger bringing it out in her. When she coincidentally looked up, her eyes met his, her smile faded and was replaced with a look of dread. Michael smirked, sending her a playful wink.

“Oh my god.” He heard her say, her fingers on her temples as she attempted to calm herself down. “I’m so sorry.” She said to the person sat across from her.

“Y/N, baby, fancy meeting you here.” Michael smiled, sitting down next to her. “Well, aren’t you going to introduce me?”

“This is Daniel. Daniel, this is Michael.” She gestured between the men apprehensively, unsure of Michael’s intentions.

“Ah, Daniel, the high school sweetheart. Wow. You sure know how to kick a guy when he’s down. I’m impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you babe.” He nudged her softly with his elbow.

“What’s going on here?” Daniel asked.

“Oh you know, just some husband and wife fun, isn’t that right baby?” He smiled big, wrapping his arm around her and kissing her cheek hard. She’s his and he needed to make sure everyone knew it.

“Husband? Right, well— this isn’t what it looks—”

“Is there a reason you’re still here Dillion?” Michael stared the man down, tempted to drag him out of the establishment, but decided against considering there would be about a hundred witnesses.

“It’s Daniel.”

“Don’t give a shit.”

“Should I leave?” Daniel shifted uncomfortably, looking over at Y/N.

“N—”

“Don’t look at her. Don’t talk to her. And yes!” Michael interrupted. “Do I have to spell it out for you? Three is a crowd.” He reached over, knocking back Daniel’s drink, not sparing a second to question the contents of the glass.

“Look man, I’m not sure what’s—”

“David, I’m ten seconds away from breaking your fucking neck.”

“Michael!” Y/N scolded, she was surprised by his words and harsh tone, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t the least bit curious.

“It’s Daniel.”

“I still don’t give a shit.”

“Okay. Well, since I can’t talk to Y/N—”

“Don’t say her name.”

Daniel didn’t move, he sat there watching them with a confused look on his face. Poor idiot was too scared to do anything.

“You know what, you stay Dick. My lovely wife and I were just heading out. This was great. I look forward to never seeing you again.” He stood up pulling an incorporative Y/N along with him. He dragged her into a bathroom, shutting and locking the door. She immediately tried to leave so he blocked the door with his body, shaking his head at her.

“What the hell are you doing?” She spat at him, snatching her arm away from his grasp. “Don’t touch me!”

“Wow. You’d think a wife would be more excited to receive a surprise visit from her incredibly handsome husband.”

“Cut the sarcasm Michael. You aren’t my damn husband, not a real husband anyway, you’ve made that very clear.”

“Y/N—”

“What the fuck is your problem! You have some nerve waltzing in here and interrupting my date—”

“Date!”

“Oh, spare me. I’m a lot of things Michael, but stupid isn’t one of them!” She spat his words back at him through clenched teeth, her delicate hands balled up into fists and colliding with his chest as she unleashed her pain onto him. “You think I don’t know! You think I’m that naive! I know exactly what you’re up to when you vanish for hours or even days at a time. You’ve done nothing but disrespect and make a fool of me since the moment we said ‘I do’. I wasted years, YEARS! Waiting for you to get your head out of your ass and see me! Really see me, because I’m a damn good catch and you’ve been fucking blessed to have me, even if it is as a pretend wife! I at least thought we had a friendship, but I guess I was wrong. You really know how to play up the kind, gentlemen act, unfortunately you aren’t actually capable of being genuine! I don’t know who the fuck you are and you know what? I don’t care! This is not relationship of any sort. This is nothing. I’ve never been anything more to you than a positive headline, so don’t act like you give a shit now. You don’t care and it’s impossible to grow a conscience in a fucking hour.”

“I do give a shit!”

“Bullshit!”

“When I say something I fucking mean it!”

“Whatever Michael.”

“Baby, I don’t appreciate being called a liar.”

“Stop calling me that. And, you are a liar jackass!”

“I’m not a liar! You’re being—”

“Did you really just say that with a straight face? You’re a damn adulterer! You don’t fucking care about me!”

“I fucking care!”

“Yeah, about yourself! And only yourself! You don’t give a shit about anyone, but yourself! You selfish son of a bit—”

“I give a shit.” He moved closer to her, pushing her against the wall with his chest.

“Sure you do fake husband.” She rolled her eyes, patting him on the shoulder, before attempting to push past him again. He didn’t budge. “Michael, what the fuck? Let me go!”

“I’m not letting you go.”

“You’re not— this is insane. Do you hear yourself? What the fuck is up with you today? Michael move! Get off of me!”

“You’re my wife—”

“Fake wife.”

“Stop fucking saying that!”

“You started it asshole!” He couldn’t take it anymore. He knew she wouldn’t stop fighting him and there weren’t many ways to shut her up once she got started. “What even is this? You’re mad because I went out for once instead of staying at home like some pathetic housewife? Seriously, this is quite the double standard, don’t you think man whore? You’ve been fucking everything with a pulse for three years! I go on one date and you have a fucking bitch fit! You think just because—”

He held her chin in his hand, leaning down to capture her lips. She was speechless as his other hand snaked around her waist, holding her body firmly against his.

The way he kissed her was something she’d never felt before. Her anger was replaced with confusion and her brain grew foggy. She couldn’t think straight, even struggling to stand on her own as her knees grew weak from his touch.

“W— What the hell was that?” She questioned, trying to move away from him, but once again he held her. Finally, Y/N stopped fighting his grasp and looked back at him. She felt her body tingle under his stare.

“You’re my wife.” He whispered. “The date is over. I’m taking you home now.”

“Okay.” She said breathlessly, the entire exchange left her baffled.

He held her hand as the exited the restaurant, when the reached the vehicle, he waved off the driver, opening the door for her instead.

“Thanks.” She gave him a soft smile, sliding across the leather seats to leave the space open beside her, which he gladly took.

“I’d like for things to change between us.” He spoke softly as the vehicle moved. “We have a few things to discuss, but I want things to change.” He reached out for her hand, squeezing it gently. “For the better of course.”

When they arrived home, Michael led her out of the car and into the house. He kept a firm grip on her hand, turning around to give her a reassuring smile every few seconds. Finally, they reached their destination, Michael’s bedroom, although now, he was emphasizing that it would be their bedroom.

They sat close to one another on the edge of the bed, both trying to figure out what to say next. He held her hand in both of his, he couldn’t stop reaching out to touch her. A gesture which made her smile, she’d missed this, this was how he was the first year of their marriage. It just felt right.

“Okay, I’m not quite sure where to start.” His voice was soft, but not afraid. He was growing more confident with her by his side.

“Give it your best shot.” She smiled at him. He felt all the guilt and self pity lifted off his shoulders in that moment. She’s here. She’s smiling at him and the look in her eyes tells him there’s hope.

“I don’t want to do what we’ve been doing. It’s not right. This point forward we— I want this to be real. It was always supposed to be real, but I turned my back on you. It wasn’t fair to you. It went against everything in me to treat you that way. I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t want to disappear on you anymore.”

“Why? What brought this on?”

“I’ve always wanted it. I was just scared to say it. It’s not easy putting your heart in someone’s hands and hoping they protect it.”

“Tell me about it.” She muttered.

“I’m sorry. I know— I know I haven’t been the best husband—”

“You haven’t been a husband Michael.” She interrupted sadly.

“Yes, you’re right and I want to change it. I know we’re good together. I know because the feeling of you being the one is so damn strong. It scared me a few years ago, but now it doesn’t scare me. I’m not afraid. You’re who I want to be with.”

“Why?”

“Because—” a knock on the door interrupted his explanation. “Hold on. Sorry.” He jogged over to the door, opening it to reveal one of the many women he’s been using to entertain himself throughout their union.

“Great.” Y/N huffed, wiping away the tears falling from her eyes. Michael stepped out, closing the door behind him. That was it. That was the final straw.

She composed herself, standing up and walking off to her room. She didn’t bother seeing where they went, she knew better. She grabbed what she could, shoving things in bags and carrying them downstairs. She was fuming, throwing her belongings in the trunk of their vehicle before slamming it shut.

“I want things to change. For the better of course.” She mimicked Michael’s voice angrily, walking up the stairs to retrieve the rest of her clothes. “Asshole.” She stopped in front of the vanity. Her eyes fell on their wedding picture, with a flick of her wrist she launched it off the small piece of furniture. “I don’t want to disappear on you anymore.” She stared at the broken glass, trembling as she remembered that day. How happy she was. How happy they were. She thought that day was the beginning of the rest of their lives. “You’re such a fucking liar.” She cried as Michael’s face crossed her mind.

There was nothing to do other than get away from him. It was her only option. This was her only opportunity to do it quick as painless as possible and she had to take it.

“Y/N, there you are. Wait, w— what are you doing?” Michael practically ran into her room and found everything he’d been trying to stop from happening.

“I’m leaving. I want a divorce.”

“N—no. No. ” He moved towards her, the sound of broken glass under his shoes, halting his movements. “You broke this? It’s our wedding photo. What the fuck! Why would you do that?”

“Because you broke my heart!” She yelled, her finger in the air pointing at him with such anger it hurt his heart to see what he’d caused.

“Y/N—” every step he took to get closer to her was met with her stepping away, creating more distance between them.

“All you do is lie to me.” She cried, turning away to throw more of her stuff in bags.

“I don’t lie to you! I didn’t lie!”

“Yes, you did!”

“Dammit! Is this what you want? To argue? Do you want to break more shit? I can do it too!” He ran over to his bedroom, grabbing the vase off of his dresser then kicking it over. His fingers turned red from how hard he was clutching this damn vase. This damn vase that meant more to him than he cared to admit. Something had come over him. When he found himself back in the doorway of her room and she was still packing. He lost it. He threw the vase against the wall. The loud sound of the shattering glass caused them both to flinch.

“That was a gift! I gave that to you!” She cried.

“I thought we were breaking things we hate.” He shrugged, leaning against the wall.

“I never said I hated— you know what? Fine!” She spun around, walking over to the window and lifting it open. She yanked the rings off her finger, smiling at him sarcastically. Michael’s face scrunched up when he realized what was happening.

“Y/N! No! Put them back on!” He ran over to her, grabbing her from behind, trying to pull her away from the window. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Don’t do what? This!” It happened so fast. She’d launched them out of the second story window without a second thought.

“What the fuck! What’s wrong with you! Why the fuck would you do that! You know how impossible it’s going to be to find those!”

“Never said I wanted them back.”

“Well you’re getting them back! And, you’re going to fucking wear them!”

“No, I’m not!”

“I can’t believe this. What’s gotten into you?”

“What! You’re the only one around here allowed to do whatever you want, whenever you want!”

“Can we just fucking talk!” He pleaded, this was getting way out of hand.

“Oh, now he wants to talk.” She yelled, throwing her arms in the air with a vicious chuckle.

“Y/N, I want to fix this! We were so close a few moments ago, what happened? What did I do? What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong he asks?”

“Are we really doing the third person shit?”

“You know what! Fuck this! It’s fucking bullshit! I don’t have to deal with this anymore! You don’t get to hurt my heart. You don’t deserve me. You don’t even deserve to be near me! You don’t fucking deserve me! You never have and you never will!”

She stormed off without waiting for a response. The closet light flipped on and she immediately started tearing items off of hangers.

“Y/N!”

“Leave me alone!”

“No! Why are you packing? Stop!” He yelled snatching the suitcase away from her.

“I’m leaving you!”

“No! I don’t want you to leave!”

“Good thing I don’t give a shit what you want!”

“Stop!” He grabbed her wrists holding onto her, it felt like he needed to in order to keep everything together. He needed to hold on. “You can’t leave. We can fix this. I thought we agreed we both wanted to fix this?” She was squirming away from him flailing her arms to escape his tight grip, but he held on. He felt every push, kick and slap. He took it all because it meant she was still there. And, if she was this angry, he knew it was all an act, she loved him more than she could ever hate him. She’s angry because she didn’t want to leave him, but after what he’s done she thought it was her only choice to save what dignity she had left.

“I hate you!” She was crying hard and her fight against him began to die down. She was exhausted.

“No, you don’t. You don’t hate me.” He placed his hand on her cheek, wiping her tears away with his thumb. She found herself soaking in the moment, leaning into his touch before she caught herself, backing away from his touch and shaking her head at him.

“Why don’t you go back to your little girlfriend. Let me get out of here and far the fuck away from you.”

He was shocked. He’d never heard her speak that way. He knew she would cry often, but he’d never seen it with his own eyes, so he acted like it didn’t happen. Shit. He really messed up. This woman standing in front of him had endured his bullshit for so long. He destroyed her. She was sobbing her eyes out, struggling to breathe and he couldn’t think of anyway to bring her comfort.

“S— She wasn’t supposed to be here. I didn’t invite— I don’t know why she showed up, but she’s gone. Okay? I led her straight out the door. She’s nothing to me. I promise, you’ll never see her again. I don’t want her here. I don’t want her.”

“That’s a great story Michael. I like the part where just this once you didn’t fuck her while I was in the next room.”

“Y/N.” He said her name like a prayer.

“Michael.” She shot back.

“You’re being unreasonable!” He shouted, that stopped her and she turned around to face him. A coldness filled her stare.

“Unreasonable? Are you fucking insane! I’ve been the most reasonable and understanding person ever! You aren’t that easy to deal with Michael! In fact, you’re a pain in the ass! I’ve done so much for you, you fucking prick! I hate about 98% of the shit I’ve had to while married to you and—”

“No one asked you to!”

“You did! You asked me to! And, you know what, I would’ve said no back then if I knew this was the real you. This fucking ass—”

“Enlighten me Y/N! Lay it on me baby! What’s the real me? You know me so fucking well now?”

“You enjoy hurting people. You loved how I took care of you. You loved how I filled this ‘wife role’. You watched me fall in love with you and you enjoyed every second of it. It brought you so much joy to see how I looked at you like you were everything all the while treating me like I was nothing. God forbid the great Michael Jackson let his guard down and love someone. You’re a scared little boy, too scared to own the fact that I’m not the only one who lost herself in this deal. It didn’t even take a year for you to start pulling away, you caught yourself feeling something more and you weren’t man enough to own it so you shut me out. Then, you turned into this complete asshole who did whatever brought me the most pain. You enjoyed being able to break me over and over again, yet keep me here, tied to you. You effectively trapped me and you loved having the power to do so because at least no one else could have me.”

“You’re such a bitch!” The truth behind her words definitely struck a cord in him. He hated how she saw everything. He loathed how she could see right through him. He wasn’t prepared for her to throw that all at him. He was expecting another snarky come back not to be hit with the truth.

“I guess that’s one thing I could say I learned from you.”

Y/N pushed past him, dragging suitcases behind her. When she reached the stairs, he could hear the wheels smacking each step as she moved further away from him. The sound was driving him crazy.

“Fuck!” He shouted, punching the wall in front of him. It only pissed him off more when it did nothing to ease his rage. Now, he had more pain, radiating from his hand, yet it didn’t compare to the heaviness in his chest.

He wanted to punch holes into the walls until his knuckles were bloody.

The sound of the garage door opening snapped him out of his thoughts. He’s couldn’t process the idea of not seeing her everyday. He ran after her, practically flying down the stairs. When he flung the garage door open, she’d just slam the drivers door, starting the vehicle and he did the first thing he could think of.

He punched the button to close the automatic garage door leading to the driveway and jumped on the hood of the car. It scared the shit out of her, but successfully kept her from driving off.

“Get the fuck off the car! Are you crazy?”

“No! You’re crazy if you think I’m going to sit back and watch you leave!” He clutched the windshield wiper as he stared her down through the glass.

“Dammit!” She shut the car off, pushing the door open and kicking her feet out. She stood there raking her hands through her hair and kicked the door shut. “Fuck!” She didn’t look at him, taking small steps that led her to the front of the vehicle. Finally, she spoke. “What do you want from me Michael? Do you want me to sign an NDA? Sign over my rights? What? I’ll do it, okay? I’ll do anything. I’ll do whatever it takes to get away from you.” She crossed her arms, her words felt forced, but he knew she meant them on some level. She didn’t want to hurt anymore. He understood that.

“You.” He slid off the hood, taking cautious steps towards her.

“What?”

“I want you. I want to be your husband. I want to make up for all the shit I put you through all these years. I want to be what you deserve. I want you.”

“Michael, you’ve spent the entire day telling me how much I’ve ruined your life. You don’t want me, not really, not the way I want you. I don’t want to be crushed anymore. I can’t take it. Please, just let me go.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I don’t just want you, Y/N, I need you. We can do this the right way. I can— I want to be your husband. I need you, dammit doesn’t that mean enough? I’ve never needed anyone.”

“How am I supposed to believe that?” She whispered. “How am I— how are we going to that, be husband and wife? Michael, I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Do I need to get on my knees and beg you to stay? Because I will. Y/N, I’ll beg.”

“No, you don’t. I— I’m just trying to understand. Michael, help me understand.”

“Baby, please.” He sank down to the floor, looking up at her. She shook her head and attempted to pull him up from the ground, but he continued. He wrapped his arms around her hips, his face resting on her stomach. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please. I don’t want to be without you. Please, one more chance. It’s all I’ll ever ask of you. I’ll never fuck up again. Please. Y/N, just one more chance— one more chance to love you— to love you the way I should’ve from the start.”

“One more chance to love me?”

“You asked me why I wanted this earlier and I didn’t get to answer.” His stood up, holding her hands in his. She closed her eyes, leaning her head on his chest. “I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

Y/N lifted her head, staring at him as if to call his bluff, but he didn’t back down. He walked her backwards, pinning her against the car and sliding her backward to sit on the hood. His fingers moved up her thighs, spreading her legs only to move himself closer and fill the space. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he grabbed the fabric hanging off her body, tearing the slit of her dress higher and ripping her panties in the process. Her eyes followed his hands as he moved to unzip his trousers.

“Woah, what are—” he grew impatient, unable to fight the urge any longer. He was aching for her. His lips desperate to touch every part of her. He wanted to feel her, but more than anything he wanted her to feel something other than anger or pain. He wanted her to stop thinking so much. He wanted her to feel how much he wanted her. And, he wanted her in every damn way possible.

Her lips were made to be against his, her body meant for his hands, every piece of her created to be his. He just needed to remind her of it.

“You’re my wife and I love you.” Looking deep into each others eyes, her legs spreading further as he moved into them. She whimpered when he stood still, he was completely immersed in her, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy his need.

“Move. Please, move.”

“Oh. My. Fuck.” His grunts growing louder as their connection strengthened. She was so tight, so wet. It felt like his dick had died and went to heaven. Holy shit. His mind was all over the place, completely overwhelmed by the sensation of thrusting into her raw. He thought all sex was good, but this, this was indescribable.

The ultimate act of intimacy. No barriers. No limits.

His hips moved against hers and he smiled when her eyes closed. She leaned back onto the hood, savoring how he felt. Michael on the other hand was relishing in how perfect she looked beneath him.

“Michael— stop.” She whispered so low, she wanted this, her body gave into him instantly, but that small ounce of pride left behind was conflicted. She didn’t want to give in so easily, but she wanted him so bad. There was no strength left to fight him, especially when having him inside of her was the first time she’d ever felt whole.

He scanned her features, understanding her uncertainty and desperate to spend his life proving to her how safe she was with him. She couldn’t give up on him yet. He wouldn’t allow it, not without fighting like hell for her.

“You really want me to stop?” He asked. “Just say the word babe and I’ll let you go.” His breath tickled her ear as he leaned his forehead on her shoulder. “I’ll put you first like should’ve from the beginning. I’ll give you what you want and if that’s what you want. I’ll let you go.” He said, swallowing the pain that came with the thought of her actually leaving.

“Don’t.” She opened her eyes, lifting his head up, so she could see his face. If he let her go she’d never recover. She needed him in every damn way imaginable.

“You feel better than I dreamt you would.” He said, placing a tender kiss against her lips. She wrapped her leg around him, tugging his shirt open, her hands roaming his chest eagerly.

“You like the way I feel, love?” She licked her lips, tracing the skin of his pecks. “But, you haven’t even explored yet.” She slid the strap of her dress down exposing herself to him.

“Shit, you’re so fucking hot.”

“Show me what you dreamt about. Do it all to me. Michael, do everything to me.”

“Fuck!” His growl echoing through the room. Her hands stuck to his ass, finger nails piercing his skin as she pulled him deeper into her. The beads of sweat forming on his forehead only fueling her desire.

“Shit. Michael!” He could feel her walls vibrating, so he slowed down his movements enough to elongate her buildup.

“You ever going to sneak out the house again?” He purred, his voice falling into the skin of her neck as he nibbled on her. All she did was shake her head, squeezing his arms in attempt to adjust to his pace. “Tell me where you want to be.”

“H—here.” She answered, shivering when his hand traced her skin to rest on her collarbone, keeping her in place as he lost himself in her pussy.

“You sure? You don’t want to be with— what was his name, Dillion— Derek — Dick?” She shook her head vigorously at his question. Her hips buckling against his before he quickly grabbed and pushed her down into the metal of the car. She let out a needy moan as her bare ass pressed against the cold surface. “Why the sudden change of heart?” His hands cupping her breasts as he awaited her answer.

“I don’t want him.”

“Who do you want?” His thumbs massaging circles around her nipples while he watched her loosen up with his every move.

“You. I want to be with you.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to be here.”

“Good.”

A trail of their discarded clothing on the garage floor led to an open door. The sounds of their moans and the shaking vehicle the only thing that warned possible bystanders that the space was occupied.

“Michael!” Her fingernails clawed at the carpeted floor of the stretch limousine as her beloved husband panted above her.

Each of his movements had purpose. One hand placed beside her head, the other clenching her thigh as he let his dick touch every part of her he’d been yearning to explore.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” He breathlessly spoke, reminding her that she was his.

He was intrigued when she guided him to lay next to her, climbing on top of him with a flirtatious smile. He’d never experienced this, fighting against the need to blink because he didn’t want to miss a second of her. Fuck. She’s on top of him and her tits are bouncing along with the rhythm of her thrusts. He was sure he’d cum inside of her, but she didn’t seem to mind. She let out a pleasure filled sob when she felt the warmth of his load release into her.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” She sung, leaving kisses all over his body.

“You’re going to drive me crazy.” He inhaled deep, catching her chin and directing her to his lips. She wasted no time letting her tongue glide across his bottom lip.

“Good.” She teased, his hand trailed down her arm, taking her hand in his and intertwining their fingers.

He couldn’t remember ever falling asleep next to someone, especially after sex. This time it wasn’t just sex. He figured that was the difference, this time mattered. This time it was making love and that was a first for him.

Last night had importance, every other night was forgettable. An endless amount of nights spent meaninglessly with numerous blurred faces, because he only ever saw hers.

It was always her.

Her face was engraved on the inside of his damn eyelids. He pictured her with every kiss, touch and fuck, because back then he thought that was her hold on him. He’d never been with her, so he assumed that’s all it was, curiosity of the forbidden fruit so to speak.

He could feel deep down it was more than just a craving of what he’d had yet to taste. He was just too chicken shit to do anything about it.

The morning after was always something he hated the thought of, he had grown accustomed to having his fun and sending them on their way. He liked it that way. He didn’t need anyone hanging around and he definitely didn’t need a body sleeping next to him. He’d never experienced the morning after, he never wanted to, until now.

He woke up next to her and that in itself made the morning after his new favorite occasion.

If it wasn’t for the smooth skin of her beautiful bare chest pressed against his side he would’ve thought last night was a dream. A very extensive, meticulous, loud and exceedingly satisfying dream.

He didn’t care how uncomfortable the floor of this limousine was, he was happy to stay right here if it meant she’d be here too. The way he saw it this was his new favorite place in the world. It brought them where they needed to be. He didn’t even mind the rug burn on his ass, watching Y/N ride him made up for that. She was rough, but damn did she know what she was doing.

Last night, they unleashed everything they’d held back for five years.

He felt her move, her eyes closed as she readjusted her head to rest in the middle of his chest, the smooth skin of her cheek tickling his peck and her body now positioned in between his legs. He stroked her hair, smiling because even in her sleep she wanted him closer. It took him back to the first and last time they fell asleep together. It was a few months into their marriage, when they had been inseparable. They had built a makeshift bed out of pillows on the Neverland theater floor. A mountain of candy, buckets of popcorn and a soda fountain to save them from any unnecessary interruptions. The plan was to have an all night movie marathon, but they found deeper enjoyment in one another’s company. That was the only time his body had been sore from laughing so much. He’d felt more like himself with her than he ever had before.

He couldn’t describe it back then. It was beyond his understanding five years ago, he didn’t know what he does now.

“Mornin’ babe.” His husky morning voice sounded as she lifted her head looking at him through sleepy eyes.

“Hi.” She giggled, burying her face into the crook of his neck.

That’s when it clicked. He finally understood.

“I like waking up next to you.”

“I like waking up on top of you.” Her lips connected with his neck and he moaned softly melting into her touch.

He’d come to the conclusion that they were connected long before they met.

It was something deep in their souls.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Wow. A surprise? Lucky me.” She played with his hair. “You didn’t have to do anything for me.”

“I wanted to.”

“Mhm. I’m guessing last night was your way of making me earn it?”

“No. That was my way of making love to my wife. My very sexy wife. Who is very flexible, that was a fun surprise.”

“It’s not my fault you’re just finding that out.” She winked at him, kicking her feet in the air innocently.

“Stop that. Don’t start. Baby, I’ll break your damn hip if you keeping looking at me like that.”

“Make me stop. Show me my surprise.”

“Of course, all you have to do is follow me my little gymnast.” He sat up uncovering himself with the thin blanket he’d found under the backseat last night. He wrapped it around her. “Wait here. I’ll get our clothes.” He stretched as he stepped out of the vehicle, he didn’t bother covering himself, he was too proud of what led him to being in this state.

If there was even the slightest chance they’d have any witnesses he preferred to be seen in all his glory.

He fought to conceal his chuckle as he collected her clothes off the ground just to let them slip through his fingers. It didn’t take much inspection to see that everything she had on last night wasn’t in a condition to be worn again, he’d torn it all to shreds. He stepped into his pants, pulling them up his legs and buttoning them before retrieving his long sleeve button up shirt from the floor. This will do. She’ll look good in this. Really good.

She stepped out wrapped in the blanket, just as he was heading back to her.

“Sorry. You were taking long and I missed you.” She batted her eyes at him, pushing her hair out of her face and tiptoeing over to him. All he could do was look at her, making a mental note of the dimple in her cheek that only appeared when she smiled at him like that.

“Here. We’ve got to cover you up. From now on, this is for my eyes only, got it?” She moved close to him, leaning against his chest as she slid the blanket off of her shoulders and onto his. She clutched the ends of the fabric, pulling him down to her eye level, hovering over his lips for a moment before placing a soft kiss. He passed her his shirt, letting the knuckles of his fingers brush against her breast and admiring the goosebumps his touch sparked.

“Feeling a smidge possessive are we?” He teased, watching her button up his shirt. His eyes lingering on the space where his shirt ended and her upper thigh began.

“Something like that.”

“I nearly killed a man last night because he made you smile. Trust me, I get it babe.”

“You were an absolute menace. Who knew?”

“I guess the thought of losing you brought it out in me.”

“Michael, I’m—”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Let’s not apologize anymore. This is our fresh start. Okay?”

He smiled, nodding at her statement. “I love you.”

“That’s something I’m gonna have to get used to hearing.”

“Well, looks like I have to say it more often.”

“Good plan, Mr. Jackson.”

“I love you, Mrs. Jackson. Damn, I love you so much.”

“I love you.”

“I’m gonna tear this shirt off of you.”

“Is that the surprise?”

“No. Come on. I’ll give you your surprise and then back to the exploring.” He winked, slipping his hand under the shirt to squeeze her ass.

“Promise?”

“Oh, yes. I don’t break my promises either baby.”

His arm curled around her back, keeping her close as they walked through the grass. He swiftly moved behind he covering her eyes with his hands and bending down to whisper in her ear.

“We’re almost there.”

“Please don’t let me fall.” She giggled, her hands reaching behind to settle on his thighs.

“Never.” A sweet kiss to her cheek. “Ready?”

“Yes!” Y/N opened her eyes, she saw newly built stables. “Michael, when did you— how?”

“They’ve been working on it for a few months. It was tough to keep it from you.”

“This is so sweet. Thank you.”

“Baby, this isn’t even the surprise.” He tilted his head up at her, a cocky grin on his face.

“Wait, what are you talking about?” She beamed, his squeezed her hand, pulling her through the large door.

“Now, you’ll have two things to ride.” His chuckle, making her cheeks burn.

There was a beautiful white horse waiting inside. Absolutely the most beautiful animal she’d ever seen in person.

“Only you could make a surprise as amazing as this embarrassing!” She walked over, placing her hand on its nose through the gate. “Wow. He’s gorgeous. I can’t believe you did this. Thank you so much.”

“Baby, there’s no reason at all to be embarrassed. You should be proud. You rocked my damn world.”

“Shush!”

“What? It’s true! I’m still tingling. My wife is an absolute legend in—”

“Michael!” Her laughter filled his ears and it was quickly becoming his favorite sound.

“Y/N. My Y/N.”

“Yes. Yours.” She reaffirmed his words, making his heart feel whole.

“We could name him miracle.”

“Why, because it’s a miracle I’ve put up with you this long?”

“Something like that.”

They had a matching passion in their eyes, one that personified the profound bond they shared. Entranced in an amorous stare, a thought crossed their minds simultaneously. One that brought on a great deal of emotion and understanding. They’d come to the conclusion that they had stumbled upon everything that most people spend their entire lives searching for.

There was something linking them, the energy of it overpowering at times, but so damn worth it. They had no control, it was something within.

Their souls were tied.

[boughkeeping]

Scary love

M. Kaiser x gn!reader oneshot

conc: It's his first time being loved like this, he doesn't know how to react so he hurt you, though he doesn't mean it.

Your love is scaring me no one has ever cared for me yeah

You held both his hands and crouched in front of him "You have to look at me Michael" instead he looks up after you say that, giving you a view of his neck instead. You sigh "You're so hard to deal with you know that?"

He tries to free his hand from your grasp but you only hold it tighter, if he really wanted to he could've easily separated his hands from yours.

"Don't bother me" he mutters, you could hear him clench his jaw. "I think you clearly want to be bothered right now"

He finally looks down to you. "Ooo...that's a really unpleasant expression you've got there"

He hisses "You're really increasing my blood pressure levels right now" you let go of one his hands and rested your face on that hand instead.

"Payback for all those months you pissed me off"

He kept quiet and looked away. You sighed again and got up this time, your hands forcing his face to look at you. "Should I slap you?"

"Hah?" He raised an eyebrow, "you're really not acting like yourself, did that Japanese triple bangs guy really get you this down in the dumps?" You squished his face, he almost bit your hand.

"Keep dreaming" he got up and threw his towel away "No way in hell"

You smiled and gave him a hard smack on the back "Now that's how Michael Kaiser acts"

He looked quite flustered, cute like a cat. "That fuckin' hurt y'know?"

"it should hurt." You picked up your bag and started to walk away "besides this is the last time we meet so really, I need to hit you hard."

Right. It hit him. He said he wanted you to leave him in a fit of anger frustrated by this sport a week ago.

Before he knew you had already left.

He wanted to chase after you, but his match would start in 20 minutes.

Fuck that.

He quickly left the room, he met Ness on the way "where are y-" he didn't even answer him he just ran in the speed of light.

You heard heavy footsteps and turned back to see who was so excited at this time, it was Kaiser. He grabbed your arm. "Clingy much?" You joked. "I am" you thought he was joking back but he wasn't. It was written in his face he wasn't.

"Doesn't your match start soon?" You were worried but he just pulled you closer to him "I meant none of it"

You were quite confused but not at the same time "meant none of what?"

He sighed "Don't play dumb [name]" You laughed but it wasn't a pleasant laugh. "Are you trying to explain yourself or apologize right now?"

"...both"

You tried to free your arm from his grasp "You don't look like it" instead he put his other hand on your shoulder "What do you want me to do?"

"I didn't come here to bid you farewell on a bitter note Kaiser please just go-" "Michael."

You grabbed your hair with your other hand "What do you really want now? You're not making this easy for me Michael"

"You're not making this easy for me either [name]"

He looked like he was going to explode.

"why the fuck did you have to come toda-"

"Oh so you hate me so much I shouldn't have come either? Okay then I'll grant you that wish from today you'll never see me ag-" He put his hand over your mouth, your faces closer.

"Why did you come today, I want you back again"

He released the hold he had on you and used his hands to hold your face gently instead. "and I always get what I want, you know that more than anyone."

You started to feel your eyes tickle "But I don't want you anymore, not with how you are."

He hummed listening to your complaints "What should I do then?"

Your hands automatically found their way to your face trying to hide your almost-gonna-cry expression but Kaiser aggressively removed your hand to hug you instead.

"I fucking hate you" your voice muffled in his chest "I deserve it" he hummed, "You're a cunt" "okay" "and your haircut is actually awful" "ouch?"

"Apologise-" He was ready "I'm sorry, you're the best journalist and your hobby-" he felt a jab in his stomach "I mean your profession is no joke, it's inferior compared to football"

"-with an eight hundred words essay" he slightly let go of the hug to take a look at you.

You raised an eyebrow "not doing it? Okay I'm leaving" he pulled you tighter "I'll do it after this match alright schatz?"

"Your match-" he kissed your hand "When I win this you come back to me"

[koolades-world]

please... sidies w the temporary wings prompt.. begging,,, i love your wriririritng...

hi! of course haha

part one can be found here! a quick recap of the story behind the wings is that it's solomon's doing because of a potion he gave you haha

enjoy <3

Mc with temporary wings p.2

Diavolo

and he thought his wing span was big!

you're his ultimate excuse to get out of work now, because he wants to help you

but it's not just an excuse. he really does enjoy his time with you and trying to teach you how to function with wings

he'll be sad when they're gone, but he's treasuring the time now

Barbatos

if you have any aches or pains, he's got a tea in order to help

he helps you keep up with caring for your new wings, because even if they're temporary, you should keep them pristine

he shares all of the tips he picked up while caring for dia, since you only deserve the best

to be honest, he won't be sad when they go because you keep knocking things over with the wings haha

Simeon

he's more than happy to help you out

he knows getting used to wings, especially on such short notice, so he can try his best to answer some questions of yours

he's got all the best tips and tricks for everyday life with the wings

if you really beg, he'll go flying with you and it'll be an experience you'll never forget

Luke

since he's still a young angel, he doesn't have nearly as much experience as everyone else around him, but he's still going to try his best to help!

he teaches you just as Michael taught him, and even though some things don't go as planned, he's still very proud of both you and himself

he's ready to bandage any injuries that you might get, and always treats you to something he made afterwards

secretly, he's just happy he gets to spend time with you, someone he sees as almost a parental figure and teach you something new

Solomon

he takes all the credit for your situation for the better or for the worse

it's not exactly what he thought that potion might do, but the results are better than what he thought they'd be!

he takes down all sorts of notes and records data about your new wings, and jots down the recipe in case you ever need those wings again

however, he takes this chance to take you to see some of his favorite sights since he himself does fly from time to time

[dolliestfairy]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 ࿐ೀ

Jason Voorhees, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, & Michael myers with Fem!Reader who is a Victoria Secret Models ✧ 𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𑁍 Tw : Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Denial, Insecurities, Mentions of Killing someone/murdering somebody, the word 'rotten' and 'blood'. Mostly fluff. Reader Skintone is Unannounced.

❁ Authors&Note ; THIS TAKE WAY TOO LONG CUS I'M SO FCKING LAZY 'M SO SORRYY 😭 but yea i tried my best... what do you think? i'll make part two if you like this one :) check out my Masterlist to see more stuff like this with different fandoms and community! happy reading fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Jason Voorhees

• absolutely loved you with all of his dead heart and soul.

• and worship you as well, i mean how couldnt he? you're just soo beautiful! your beauty can even melt his own rotten heart.

• now we know that jason is a very insecure big boy, and sometimes he felt insecure and disgust at himself because he often thinks about the untruth that he doesnt deserve to have someone as pretty as you.

• now if you see him acting like this.. please reassure him that he's enough, because truth to be told; he really need it. he is just shy... you know?..

• but besides his insecurities he is absolutely over the heels for you, he also really support your carrier and would def 100% killed for you.

• if someone tryng to take down your carrier just tell him and he'll rip their heads off their own body.

• and again; this was all just for you, the only person he would love besides his mother, ever.

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Vincent sinclair

• 'another draw insipration huhhh?' thats what this big 'ol boy thoughts about you when he first saw you.

• absolutely would die & killed for you. and let me tell you this guy is also has a mad respect for you.

• its like princess treatment you know.. anything you want he'll gave you it.. you want a new beautiful wax sculpture of yours? no problem baby.. he'll make it for you just gave him 1 weeks! you want something but its outside of the city? no problem! bo would do it for him. if he doesnt want to? lester would be the one.

• loves seeing you pose for yourself. it really gave him more ideas. he sometimes love to think of you in a different type of clothes.

• also loooove your confiedence, really boost his energy. his place was usually has this gloomy and just plain walls and floor with a rotten blood scent 'dancing' through his room, but once you step your feet in then the atmosphere would just like.. change for the better.

• he is actually kind of insecure about himself, but everyday he get better and better once he got those bless-kisses from you into his cheeks, and he freeaking loves it!

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Bo Sinclair

• really cocky about it at first...

• but then turns out he was actually obsessed with you.

• he doesnt want to admit it though.. Hell, he would rather bury his own self alive than admitting his feelings towards you.

• its just that he felt like the feelings "love" is making him vulnerable and he just seems those as something as uneccesary and a waste of time.

• thats what he thought until he felt like he cant take it anymore as he just angrily confessed his feelings towards you with like zero preparations at all like it was all just... happen.

• this guy is a weirdo, but would never admit it anyway. and yeah... he likes you, a lot. but again.. He Would Never Say This Out Loud.

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Michael Myers

• doesnt really understand about the concept of those thing called "Victorian secret" you worked to.

• until he start observe and observe and observe.. stalking and stalking here and there.. trying to find the explanation.

• and when he finally got it, it was all just make sense to it. i mean you're a very irresistable person and it left him feeling so Struck-eye.

• but he would never admit this...

• it doesnt change anything at all tbh, the way he show about how much he loves you is that he doesnt hurt or even killed you.

• instead, at some rare occasion, you'll find yourself in your room with a strange yet pretty stuff besides it where it was covered in blood and shits.

• and yeah thats how this big dude show his scary intimidating love towards you <3 he's also always sometimes watching you sleep at night. i know its kinda creepy but uh.. at least he doesnt try to hurt you ig?.............

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Hi, first of all I wanted to say that I really appreciate your blog. Your political ramblings are always fun to read and still have the seriousness they deserve and I particularly like that you reference your sources, images and so on.

I did want to ask about those sources: how do you find them? Just a general internet search about a theme? Or some journals you read regularly (keeping in mind that medias have to be read with the context in mind of course) maybe even other blogs?

thank you and in any case I wish you to have a lovely day!

Hello! Thank you so much, this is so kind! Political blogging is something that just sort of happens to me. I never mean to do it. I'm glad others enjoy it anyway

Sources: so, there's a mix. I think I might have mentioned this before, back in the midst of Clownfall, but my husband is a Doctor Who nerd who, many years ago before social media was really much of a thing, joined a Doctor Who mailing list. There, he met many other nerds, and became friends with them.

They were a bit older than him, so grew up and got jobs and that before he did. Some of them became legit Doctor Who writers, like Paul Magrs and Lance Parkinson; but others, crucially, became political journalists. These people are now among the top political journalists in the land, so Steff gets tremendous amounts of news from them; previously on Twitter, and now on Bluesky, he therefore gets to see a lot of the headlines and memes and the like as they happen.

But, yes, a lot of it is also Google searching and hunting down sources that are as reliable as I can get them. I have a fair bit of professional practice at that part. A big thing is that modern newspapers often link back to previous articles about events that built up to whatever scandal you're researching, which is very helpful for making sure you get the background before you jump in; I also like cross-referencing between two or three reliable publications to see what details are generally agreed, and then making sure to link to the specific sources for anything that's only popping up once.

In my case, I also write these to be a bit funny? So that they're readable by people who are otherwise turned off by the dry wall of text presented by traditional politics reporting. So, I also amass a collection of memes and things by (a) getting my husband to save any he likes on Bluesky, and (b) checking the outputs of political comedians to see if they've produced anything fun. I got a LOT of mileage out of Michael Spicer's the Room Next Door sketches when trying to illustrate what various UK politicians were like.

In the case of yesterday's Korean martial law post, that was a bit trickier than normal because primary sources were obviously Korean (in which I can only say hello, yes, no, thank you, sorry, wow, and amazing). So, I did more cross-referencing than usual. If I could find three agreeing on a fact, I chucked it in (insofar as that was possible) - the times where that wasn't an option, I tried to include photo or video. But also, that was a broader strokes post than I'd normally do. In terms of the speed of development and the twists and turns that developed, it was possibly equivalent to Liz Truss' fracking vote? Which, if you compare the two, way more detail went into Truss because I was much surer of the sources. And, of course, that one was about my own country's political meltdown; I knew more already.

Anyway, I hope that answers your question. Have a great day!

[libby-for-life]

I love the adam x micheal stuff you been writing!!!! Chef kiss!! Can't wait to see what you have next in store for possible possessive or yandere micheal!

Well, here's the next part!

Part 1 and 2 of Alone in Eden

TW: Physical Abuse (mild)

Adam sighed as he lied on the grass of Eden, anxiously biting his hands. Michael had told him that particular habit wasn't good for him when he had bitten his hands so hard that it left teeth marks and bloody indents.

"Adam, please don't do that. Your hands are beautiful and strong, but you are still human. I beg of you to please treat your body like...like a temple of God! With the respect it deserves." Adam nodded as Micheal hugged him to his chest, tears pricking the human's eyes. "Sh, I'm not mad, Adam. You didn't know any better." The First Man didn't know what a temple was but it sounded important.

Adam sighed again, staggered breaths leaving his lips as he stopped chewing on his hands. He promised Michael he wouldn't. Adam followed promises with every ounce of his body and to break a promise was enough to send Adam into a spiraled mess.

Lucifer and Lilith had told him to wait here. They said they were going to be here. They—they had promised him. Lucifer had given him that beautiful smile, though it seemed different than Michael's, and Lilith had reluctantly agreed that they would meet here under this tree. He made sure that it was this tree because last time Adam had gotten confused and gone to the wrong tree. He had waited all night for them but when they eventually found him, they said Adam had been at the wrong tree.

Adam had clung to them, apologizing profusely that he didn't mean to make them search for him for hours. Lilith had just scoffed and told him to do better.

"O-okay, Lily...I will." Adam promised.

Now, after waiting for hours, Adam wondered if he had been wrong about the tree. 'No. I pointed at this tree specifically. They said it was the right one...where are they?'

Adam felt the urge to bite his hands again. He wanted to distract himself from his panicking and spiraling mind. Biting his lip, he pulled fist full of grass. He kept doing it, despite the action staining his hands and creating a mess. He didn't realize how frantic his pulling was until there was no more grass to pull and he was just sitting in the dirt.

Maybe...maybe he should look for them? They... were probably busy and lost track of time! Yes! Of course. With a new resolve set in mind, he decided to go find them.

XxX

Adam stumbled through Eden, on the search for his, well, wife, and his friend. He wasn't having much luck right now. As he tripped over a root slightly and caught himself before he faceplanted the floor, he heard something. Something he had never heard before.

It sounded like...like groaning? Was an animal hurt? It was rare, but sometimes the animals accidentally hurt themselves and needed Adam to help them. Concern clouded his eyes as he ran towards the noise. Lucifer and Lilith will have to forgive him for not finding them right this second.

He stumbled into a clearing, the groaning sound becoming louder. He wasn't prepared for what he saw.

Lucifer and Lilith were...were having sex. He knew sex was despite not having experienced it. God had made them to already know it so they didn't hurt themselves while trying to populate mankind.

But... why were Lucifer and Lilith doing it?

"Ah~!" Lilith moaned out, "Yes! Show me how much better you are than the First Man!"

B-better? Adam winced, feeling...feeling that horrible feeling he got sometimes.

"Don't worry~. It won't be hard to~." Lucifer replied with a smirk. Adam could feel that horrible thing grow, suffocating him. Why...why were they saying that?!

Adam watched as they climaxed, falling into each other's arms.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" Adam asked, feeling numb. They both turned to him with wide eyes. "A-Adam?!" Lucifer looked extremely guilty while Lilith's wide eyes turned steely. "Damn it, Luci. He knows." She wobbled to her feet.

"We can't let him leave. He'll tell the angels."

Lucifer winced, looking conflicted, before nodding. "I know. We can't let him."

Adam...suddenly didn't feel safe. He didn't know why they thought he would say something but when they turned their eyes to him, Adam felt his skin crawl.

Without thinking, he ran away.

"Shit!"

"Adam!"

Adam clamped his ears shut, his eyes filling with tears. He didn't know why he felt the instinctual need to run or why he felt...scared. Very scared.

He yelped when he was tackled to the ground and bit his tongue on contact. A hand slapped over his mouth and Adam's eyes widened as tears streamed down his face. "Don't. Move." Lilith growled, straddling his hips from on his back.

Lucifer followed soon after and winced at Adam. The First Man tried to plead with his eyes to Lucifer but when the angel, the Archangel who said he was his best friend, met his eyes, he just winced again and looked away. Adam whimpered. He...he was on his own.

"Lucifer, what do we do with him?" Lilith demanded, her grip harsh and unforgiving.

'NO! What were they going to do to him?! He wouldn't say anything about...about...what did they even want for him not to say?'

He tried struggling and Lilith hissed for him to stay still and even slapped the back of his head for good measure. "Hey...maybe don't be so rough?" Lucifer said timidly. "He'll be fine." Lilith said dismissively while Adam felt dizzy from the hit.

They were equal in strength so her hitting his head made his mind swim. Suddenly, a memory came to the surface. One of Michael.

"If you ever feel lonely or don't know what to do, call for me. I'll always answer."

'MICHAEL! HELP ME, PLEASE!'

The effect was immediate. A soft pop was heard and Adam, bleary-eyed, looked at Michael. The Archange looked around for a second, as if confused and worried before making eye contact with Adam.

His confused and worried look turn to outrage. "What in Father's name are you two doing?"

Lilith and Lucifer were too stunned to speak but Adam cried out Michael's name from behind Lilith's palm, more tears leaking out as he tried to struggle out of the First Woman's grip.

Michael took out his sword, it's metal gleaming in Eden's light. "Let. Him. Go." Lilith held onto Adam for a split second before standing up and releasing him. Adam gasped and scrambled toward Michael who caught him in his muscled arms. He buried his face in his chest as Micheal continued to talk.

"Father will be hearing of this immediately. I can tell....You've eaten the fruit."

"Michael," Lucifer's voice tried to reason. "Just listen. We didn't mean for it to get this far! But—"

"Silence your tongue before I rip it out," Micheal said. "The Lord will decide your judgment."

[sourb0i]

Just got out of Beetlejuice 2! I'd give it a 4/10 overall

Pros:

All the original actors (Michael Keaton, Catherine O'Hara etc, Wynona Rider) reprised their roles really well; Catherine O'Hara in particular

The relationship between Lydia and Delia was nice; I enjoyed the whole 'you did it to me, now it's happening to you' between Celia, Lydia, and Astrid

Practical effects were good; honestly it was just refreshing to have any at all. I especially liked Charles' shark-bite effect

There were some genuinely funny parts, especially the (first part of) the wedding musical number

I thought Dolores was interesting as an antagonist, and I liked her character design (though I have gripes- see below)

Cons

The vibe just wasn't there. The plot didn't really feel committed to any one thing, and when the movie ended my first thought was "what the fuck was that about?"

There were also a lot of plot holes-- or at least, worldbuilding holes. Why was Beetlejuice working in the Afterlife office? Why is there a crime unit (and laundromat)? Why couldn't Lydia see her dead husband, even though he said he "checked up on [her and Astrid]" periodically?

I am honestly really pissed about how Barbara and Adam were written off. Obviously they can't have the original actors reprising their roles, but they deserved a better ending than a hand-waved one liner.

While Dolores had a lot of potential as an antagonist, she wasn't given nearly enough character. Her only lines (as far as I can remember) were "Where's Beetlejuice". Why is she so obsessed with him? What does she hope to gain by reuniting with him? What's the deal with her soul-sucking quest for immortality? So much wasted potential

The same was true of...the Murderous Boyfriend Who Was Such a Non-Character That I Forgot His Name As Soon As He Said it.

Seriously. They could've set up a great plot twist if they'd given him more character/more set-up with the parents. Instead the guy was a walking red flag.

I also wasn't a huge fan of Astrid's character. Like they set her up to be this girl who is ostracized bc of her mom (fair), but then instead of leaning into that they made her into this Gen Z Feminist/Eco-Warrior archetype, and it just felt like the writers were trying to make fun of that instead of actually making her into a whole person. Like, ok, she knows who Marie Curie is (even tho she got the nationality wrong), but what does she do for fun? What kind of music does she like? Does she have any hobbies outside of activism?

While I enjoyed some of the musical numbers (the wedding, and the soul train particularly) on their own merits, they just felt really out of place. The original had a solid musical theme, but this felt all over the place

Also! I wish we'd gotten to see more of Lydia interacting with ghosts in her day-to-day life! That seems like something that could be really traumatic and/or played up for comedic purposes. I loved the gag with her and the other actress in the bathroom! Give me more of that!

Overall, the movie felt like it didn't really know what to do with itself. There were so many out-of-place cameos (Burn Goreman, I'm looking at you), and stylistically and thematically it never really felt committed to one thing. It was an empty movie with nothing to say, and that's really disappointing, because it had a lot of potential to be something fun.

(Also. Produced by Brad Pitt?????)

[alaskasmonsters]

𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 (michael kaiser)

pairing: michael kaiser x gn!reader

contents: flirting, foreign language (german), teasing, petnames, enemies to lovers, mistaking attraction for hatred, reader has anger issues

w/c: 2.486 (istg this was meant to be short,,,)

summary: kaiser is infuriating. there is just something about him that made your blood boil. and when the boy started teasing you in german, knowing damn well you had no idea what he was saying you could only imagine what type of things he was saying about you.

a/n: oh look it’s my favourite trope. mistaking attraction for hatred. <3 kaiser speaks german in this one because *looks at hand* i do what i want :)) you’ll find the translations for what he says at the bottom of the post. they are pulled from my own brain (this is me trying to say i am in fact fluent in german shshshhs) also writing some of kaiser’s lines made me cringe bdhdh ngl he thinks he’s so hot 🙄🙄 and he is also the title is lowkey highkey misleading hahaha

Kaiser got under your skin like no one else did. He always had that particular skill. No matter what he did, no matter what he said, the boy infuriated you to no end.

Everything about him down to his stupid smirk, his playful tone, his insufferable confidence and sometimes even just the way he would look at you… there was nothing in the world that managed to rile you up as much as being stuck in the same room as that boy.

Unfortunately, this was something that happened quite often. Kaiser and you being forced upon each other, like the universe was playing some twisted game, waiting to see who of you would break first and go at each other’s throat.

And you were pretty sure you were losing.

If getting the chance to choke Kaiser could be classified as a loss, that was. Maybe it would be a blessing. Maybe you shouldn’t look a gifted horse in the mouth. Maybe you should just wipe that arrogant smirk off his smug face forever and call it a day. Then you’d be rid of the pest called Michael Kaiser.

The boy who managed to bring out the ugliest side of you. An angry side, a spiteful side, a childish side. A side you did not like about yourself. A side you’d rather ignore, push deep deep down to the depths of your subconsciousness and never let see the light of day again.

You had no idea what you did to deserve this. Why the universe decided to punish you specifically was beyond your comprehension. Haven’t you always been an upstanding citizen? Haven’t you always tried your best to not be an asshole, to not let your anger get the best of you? And yet, and yet, here you were once again, standing in front of Kaiser, who was regarding you with one of his trademark smirks, while you were struggling to keep your cool.

The boy knew exactly how to push your buttons and he never held back. No, he seemed to bathe in your attention, all satisfied smirks and gleaming eyes, and your anger only spurring him on in his mission to be the most infuriating man on the planet.

You didn’t even know who started it this time but you were blaming Kaiser anyway. After all he was usually the one breaking the unspoken rule that was put in place for the two of you that said you were not allowed to interact. Because of how little you got along you were also advised to avoid each other as much as possible.

Regardless of who was the initiator today, it didn’t matter. The damage was already done. The “damage” being you, standing here, chest swirling with burning hot anger and Kaiser, who had nothing better to do than make it worse.

Like fucking always.

You hated Kaiser, and most days you were sure he hated you, too. Still, it was always you who got upset with him and it was always he who liked to make a joke out of the whole situation. Probably because he knew it would only infuriate you more.

The boy loved pushing your buttons.

“Weißt du, du bist echt süß,” Kaiser purred, tilting his head to the side as he regarded you, “Einfach zum Anbeißen.”

You frowned, jaw clenching in irritation as you glared at his smug face, the mocking tone of his voice not going past you.

Even when he was speaking another language. Despite knowing full well you couldn’t understand him and that you hated it. He loved it, though. Speaking German when you were already angry, knowing it only made it worse.

Whatever insults he spout at you or names he called you in the other language, with a fake smile in place, you couldn’t possibly know. But you expected the worst.

“Michael,” you warned.

His eyebrow ticked up at the usage of his first name.

That was only a small triumph. He preferred being called by his last name, especially by you. He was a weirdo who got off being addressed with the title of an emperor, and you weren’t an exception. You knew it made his skin buzz, could see it in the way he’d lit up.

Kaiser nodded, seemingly to himself as he leaned his shoulder against one of the lockers of the dressing room. Why you were even in here was beyond you. Maybe today was the day of bad decisions.

“Und dann ist es noch so einfach, dich sauer zu machen, fast schon witzig,” he continued, not dropping his smirk.

His eyes narrowed at you mockingly, hands pushed deep into his pants pockets. He seemed to look relaxed but you knew he was watching you like a hawk, waiting for what you’d do next. If you’d leave, like you did many times, storm out and slam the door shut behind you or if you’d talk back, something you often couldn’t resist either.

Your jaw ticked. Knowing that Kaiser was well aware of how easy you were to anger and provoking you anyways was something that got your blood boiling like nothing else. Your heart was already thumping wildly in your chest, the sound of it rushing to your ears. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, spurting you to act, to run or to argue or maybe to punch him. And worst of all, you could already feel the onset of shivers.

It was such a nasty betrayal of your body.

Whenever you got upset, you started shaking. It was most likely the adrenaline but if driven to a certain point of anger it’s something you couldn’t help. Your hands and your shoulders and your legs would start shaking and you’d stand there looking like a stupid chihuahua — at least Kaiser loved to compare you to one of those.

He loved to make fun of you for it. He loved to make fun of you for a lot of things…

Your body moved before you could think.

“You’re a fucking jerk,” you hissed, stepping closer until you were stood right in front of him and digging your finger into his chest.

Kaiser didn’t appear appalled or the slightest bit worried about your trembling form. His grin was sharp, eyes narrowed with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. Your anger, like so often, only seemed to spur him on.

He leant forward, pushing off the wall, weight against your finger on his chest increasing as he came face to face with you. Before you knew it his hand was on your face. His fingers found your chin, pointer finger gently lifting it as his thumbs graced your cheeks.

You froze, heart skipping a beat in disbelief at the audacity of this man. Your face flushed, you could feel the anger in your cheeks now.

“Wenn du meinst, Schatz,” Kaiser mused, emphasizing the last word and leant closer, your noses barely a breath apart.

Your hands tightened into fists by your side. You should move. You should push him away, maybe slap him while you were at it but you found yourself frozen, completely shocked by the intrusion of personal space. That was unfair. He couldn’t do that when you were angry.

Wait, no! He couldn’t do that at all!

Kaiser hummed, watching the conflict wash across your face with interest, lifting your chin up higher and dipping his head lower.

That was the moment your brain decided to bid its goodbye, your brain cells frying with its departure.

You had no idea what was happening. Whether Kaiser had just seen something on your face and gracefully decided to take it upon himself to remove it with his lips, or if he had finally thrown his last bit of dignity out of the window and was planning to bite you.

Which didn’t make much sense, because out of the two of you you were certainly the one struggling to keep yourself from being violent with him. He had never even come close, unless he was as good at hiding it as you would like to hope you were.

Kaiser’s face was still moving closer.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you realized what the only logical follow up to this action was and you stopped, not moving away when you easily could have, waiting for Kaiser to seal your lips with his.

But before it could come to that Kaiser stopped, waiting a moment, before drawing back, observing you out of hooded eyes and taking in your…whatever expression you must be making that moment.

If you had to guess it was probably similar to whatever a crashing Windows would be looking like.

“You look like you really want this ‘jerk’ to kiss you, though,” he murmured, still only centimeters away from your lips.

Before you could decide to do anything, like actually push him away or maybe pull him closer or any other insane thing, Kaiser giggled, fucking giggled, before pulling back. He didn’t withdraw without planting a kiss against your forehead, though, making you flinch.

What the-

You gaped at him, blinking. Then you realized what just happened.

You had almost let Kaiser kiss you.

You. had. almost. let. Kaiser. kiss. you.

You had almost let Kaiser kiss you!

No, wait, this wasn’t even all there was.

Kaiser had almost kissed you!

Kaiser, the most infuriating man on the planet, the asshole that got off on fighting with you, had almost kissed you. No, he did kiss you! On the forehead. He had planted his lips there, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world. Which it wasn’t!

Who even did that? Who kissed their…their…enemy anywhere?

Your hand touched the space above your brows his lips had touched, as you stared at him. He gave you a challenging look.

“You’re….you’re so? You’re unbelievable!” You stuttered, completely out of your depth.

The both of you had entered new territory with this action of his and you had no idea how to act.

“Oh? Am I?” he asked unconcerned.

You glared at him, raising your finger then changed your mind. Instead you turned around and started stomping towards the door. You could not be dealing with this right now.

You simply refused.

Kaiser chuckled, snatching your wrist. “Come on, don’t be like that. If you wanted me to kiss you you should have just said so.”

You clenched your jaw, somehow managed to talk yourself out of actually hitting him and instead only ripped your wrist from his grip.

“I didn’t !”

“Mh?”

“I didn’t want you to kiss me, you asshole,” you bit out, turning to look back at him over your shoulder, face lowered and eyes narrowed to give him your best glare.

Kaiser looked unimpressed.

“Is that so?” He tilted his head to the side, grin cheeky.

“Oh now you can speak a language I understand,” you growled, winning the inner fight against your voice of reason and facing him again.

“Magst du es nicht, wenn ich deutsch für dich spreche?” He feigned hurt, placing his hand over his heart. “Das verletzt mich echt.”

You wanted to bury your face in your hands and scream. But you didn’t. Because you were strong. So, so strong. And so brave about it.

“You know I hate that. Stop being so fucking infuriating.”

He snickered. “Why are you even so mad at me all the time?“

“Because you’re infuriating!” You deadpanned.

“And yet you find me irresistible.”

“Irresistible not to beat up.”

“How crude.”

“Shut up, already?”

With every moment the urge to wipe that self-satisfied grin from his face became stronger and with it your resolve to hold back slowly started to crumble.

Kaiser seemed to notice. Just like a shark who smelt blood he could always detect your weaknesses.

“Or what?” The challenged, stepping closer, voice lowering into a murmur, “You know, if you don’t stop being so rude I might actually have to kiss you to shut you up.”

You gaped at him, trying to step back and gain more distance between you when he took another step forward but your feet were rooted to the spot.

Was it really so easy to catch you off guard? Was Kaiser really capable of reducing you to such a mess with the threat of a kiss?

The boy laughed softly, enjoying whatever expression you must be making with your face right now. Maybe this time it was similar to a cornered animal.

“I said shut up,” you repeated, but your words had lost their heat and your face wasn’t just flushed from anger anymore.

A few moments ago you had fantasized of punching Kaiser in the face, and now…now he was saying those confusing things like they had been on his mind for a while now and you were unable to shift your focus anywhere but his slowly approaching lips.

Why did he even think of kissing you? You hated him. He hated you. What kind of fucked up game was this?

Kaiser bent forward again, suddenly directly in front of your face. How he had managed to get so close again was a mystery to you.

“Make me,” he murmured, a challenge visible in his eye.

You snarled, your anger finally taking the upper hand as your arm shot forward, fingers burying themselves in the fabric of Kaiser’s collar. You considered pushing him away, forcing him to give you space. Instead, and for no reason you were able to understand you pulled, yanking him down. Then you pressed your lips to his.

Kaiser‘s mouth felt warm against yours, lips both chapped and soft, the hand now on your waist firm. He pulled you closer, returning the kiss with fierce

You shouldn‘t question this. Not right now…maybe never. Yeah, never was probably for the best.

“Maybe you don’t hate me as much as you pretend you do,” Kaiser hummed against your lips.

The words managed to bring you back to your senses. At least partly. At least enough for you to realize what you were doing. And what you were doing was kissing Kaiser, you, who had been given a chance and still chose.

Had you actually just done this?

“You! I- Fuck you!” You hissed.

This was…You hated Kaiser. You hated him. He made you angry. On purpose! What were you doing here…kissing him?

You loosened your grip around Kaiser‘s shirt and used your flat palm to push him away. The boy didn‘t stumble, barely took a step back when you had already turned around, ready to run off.

Kaiser‘s amused laughter followed you as you pushed through the door and rushed down the corridor. His last shouted words, “Bye Schatz!” accompanying you as you disappeared behind the next corner.

You couldn‘t believe what had just happened.

You had kissed Kaiser. And the worst part about it? You kinda wanted to do it again.

translations:

“You know, you’re really cute. I could eat you right up.”

“Not to mention how easy it is to rile you up, it’s almost funny.”

“If you say so, honey (=verbatim ‘treasure’).”

“Don’t you like it when i speak german for you? That hurts me.”

“Bye honey (=verbatim ‘treasure’)”

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[byalexisness]

☆morse code

Michael Kaiser x fem! reader

in which you try asking for help using morse code.

content warning: yandere themes, possesiveness, aggression, violence, it is implied that reader is kidnapped, obssessive behavior, nonverbal threatening

after a really intense match, there was nothing kaiser wanted to do more than take you out on a date.

you, his sweet, little girlfriend.

at least, that's what that sick bastard considered you to be. in reality, you were a victim of his obssessive love.

when kaiser proposed the idea of going out on a date, you instantly accepted. not like you had another choice, but it's been months since you exited that stupid, luxurious mansion of his. a little human contact outside him wouldn't hurt.

perhaps, you could even try a way to escape, to tell someone, anyone, that you are in danger.

during these months, you secretly studied morse code, in hopes for a situation like this to happen. and, maybe, luck was on your side.

so, without any complaints, when kaiser texted you 'get ready, liebling, we are going out tonitht', you immediately put on the dress you knew he liked the most and got pretty for him.

to say michael was in an awe when he saw you was an understatement. the way you looked mesmerized him to the point he would throw the whole idea away and keep you there.

you were truly a sight to see, a goddess. the way you looked made him hard on the spot, but he brushed those thoughts away, looking at you with his usual smirk as he sneaked a hand around your waist.

"i see you've gotten all dolled up for me, liebling, just how i like you. after all, i'm sure you know that's what an emperor like me deserves." he said and he pulled you into a kiss, which you accepted with a smile. a fake one, that is, but you learned to master them.

you knew better than to upset kaiser, after all.

as soon as you arrived at the restaurant, he pulled the chair for you to sit down with a sickeningly sweet smile on his face. for anyone foreign to your relationship, you looked like your average loving couple.

and, maybe, you would've thought that too if it wasn't for the fact that you knew that act of his all too well.

as soon as the waiter came to pick your order, your gaze followed his as you let micahel tell him what he wanted to order for the two of you.

one fast blink. another one. and another one. first letter—S.

you made eye contact with the waiter, who just nodded while noting down what kaiser told him to.

pause.

a slower blink. then two other slow ones. second letter—O.

the waiter raised a brow but didn't question and he took his leave, silently watching.

as kaiser started bragging about how he scored three goals in that game, you kept your eyes on the waiter, blinking the start of the S letter again.

seeing you weren't listening, michael raised a brow. "liebling. what's wrong?"

"hmm? nothing." you chuckled nervously as you blinked again, moving your eyes to meet his blue ones.

"why are you blinking so much?" he asked, leaning over the table. he had his famous smirk plastered over his beautiful lips. his eyes were already suspicious as you blinked for the third time, finishing your last letter.

"a-ah, that?" you chuckled again, uneasiness plastering over you face. "i have...something in my eye!" you came up with a stupid lie, which kaiser did not even bother to believe. the man smirked amused. however, his blue eyes were everything but amused.

"oh? is that so, meine liebe? here..." he said in a calm tone, leaning more over the table. his arm was extended, trying to reach your face. "let me get it out." the glare in his eyes told you everything. you were caught and he didn't need to try the slightest.

"no, thank you, love." you said nervously. you took a deep breath and forced a smile for him. 'i don't want to die.' you thought as you looked into his cold eyes.

as if reading your mind, his smirk widened and leaned a little closer, his hand touching your face, grabbing your chin. before he could say anything, the waiter approached you and asked with a smile.

"good evening, miss, sir. i saw that miss was blinking at me. is everything alright?" he asked as he eyed you, a small hint of concern plastered on his face.

kaiser let go of your chin and remained quiet as he looked at you. the glare in his ocean eyes was almost daring. challenging you to say what you actually wanted to say and see the consequences.

before you could say something, you saw michael grabbing his knife, a sick smirk on his face as he cut through his steak. as if saying—'a wrong move and this will be you.'

you gulped and you felt a cold sweat washing over you. taking a deep breath, you looked at the waiter and put on your sweetest smile. "of course everything is alright, sir. i was blinking because i had something in my eye. don't worry." you said and, for anyone except kaiser, the answer seemed fully honest.

fact that made michael's smirk widen. he waited for the waiter to leave before he clicked his tongue and looked at you.

"morse code, huh?" he asked and you remained silent. "i think i told you multiple times you cannot escape me, didn't i, my dear?"

silence once again.

perhaps, he was right.

oh, he was most definitely right.