#wanting to write langdon and gallant

[frankenkyle19]

🎃FrankenKyle19’s Masterlist🎃

Who I write for:

AHS:

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Jimmy Darling

James March

X-MEN:

Peter Maximoff

Tate Langdon-

Tate Langdon NSFW Headcanons (smut)

Be My Good Boy (smut)

The Devil’s Chocolate 🍫 (smut)

Hold Me (smut)

I Bet I Could Scare You (Smut)

Kit Walker-

Opening Up (hurt/comfort)

Desperation (smut)

Healing ❤️‍🩹 (hurt/comfort)

This Cruel Existence (angst)

You Can If You Want (smut)

Grown up time (smut)

Kyle Spencer-

“Not….Stupid” (hurt/comfort)

Kyle Spencer Headcanons (fluff)

Kyle Spencer NSFW Headcanons (smut)

🌼Blow Dryer🌸 (comfort)

Stories Untold (hurt/comfort)

🌼Touched By A Zombie🌼 (fluff)

Cherry Medicine 🍒 (fluff)

Questions Answered (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Let Go, I’ll Catch You (smut)

Unsupervised Tablet Time (smut)

After The Glitter Fades (Fluff)

Rubber Ducky 🧼 (comfort)

Free (Fluff)

Franken!Kyle experimenting with toys (smut)

Jimmy Darling-

You Sunshine, You Temptress (smut)

Jealousy (smut)

After Work Release (Smut)

James March-

Ghost Sex (smut)

JPM’s NSFW alphabet (smut)

A Lesson In Vulnerability (hurt/comfort)

Self Pleasure (smut)

Rhythm of Your Undead Heart (smut)

Peter Maximoff-

I Hate You, I Love You (smut)

Go Slow, Speedster (smut)

🎃The sweetest Treat is You🎃(smut)

Drabble (smut)

Learning Your Lesson (smut)

The No Longer Virgin (smut)

Pegging Peter Maximoff (smut)

Food Play with Peter Maximoff (smut)

The Twinkie Thief (smut)

Glitter On The Floor After The Party (smut)

“Amaze-balls” (smut)

Graveyard adventure (smut)

‘Fur-reaky’ (smut)

Kai Anderson-

Comforting Car Ride (hurt/comfort)

Why Won’t You? (Sorta fluff)

Sweet Pain (smut)

Mask Sex (Smut)

Colin Zabel-

Best Years Of Your Life 💋 (fluff)

Sit Down (Smut)

Stan Bowes-

First Time For Everything (mxm smut)

Mr. Gallant-

Red Silk and Leather (mxm smut)

Austin Sommers

My Treat-(smut)

[americanwh0rerstory]

THE ANTICHRISTS FAVOURITE

Michael langdon x f!reader: platonic pairing

SUMMARY: reader and michael were best friends long ago. so when he shows up at outpost 3, what will happen?

CONTENT WARNING: none

A/N: i hate writing for michael because i can never perfect his character, but i need to get better at writing him for kinktober </3

NO NSFW ENJOY THE FIC

you had known michael for many years. forever his number 1 defender, and forever his best friend

you brought out the slither of goodness in him. he tried to suppress the evil urges and intentions, but for you he was good. occasionally you’d receive the odd dead rodent, but it was from michael so you never once complained

one day, however, he just disappeared. you never saw him again. constance refused to speak of him, and you couldn’t ever talk to the other ghosts of the murder house. save from moira, that was.

you never forgot michael. you never forgot the happy feeling you got when he was around, you never forgot that child-like grin he’d flash when he’s happy, you never forgot the gut wrenching feeling that flooded you when you realised he was gone. even years later you’d still cry over him, wondering what happened to your best friend

the world ended. you never got to say goodbye. you was hauled off to outpost 3 never knowing what happened to michael, you desperately hoped he would be there but he wasn’t. it was over, michael was gone��

for 18 more months.

when the long haired and mysterious man entered the outpost on behalf of the cooperative, it took you by surprise. something about him screamed familiarity yet you couldn’t place your finger on it

when addressing your living companions, his gaze lingered on you a few times but never for long. there was something in those seducing eyes that piqued your interest, something you wanted to get lost in. however you was soon snapped out of your trance when he said his name

“i am michael langdon” he said with confidence, the confidence of a natural born leader, someone with power, someone who could make heads then just from the way he carried himself.

it got even worse when the interviews began. you was second in the queue so whilst Mr. Gallant was being interviewed, all you felt was that sickly anxious feeling combining with the thumping in your chest. your heart sounded nearly like a hummingbird with how fast it was beating.

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“take a seat” michael began when you entered his office, motioning to the conveniently placed chair. however you couldn’t hold back and wrapped him up in a tight hug, mumbling something about how much you missed him

after a moment of hesitation he returned the hug with one arm, holding you gently against his chest

“im not here for affectionate reunions Y/N. i still need to interview you for the position” he reminded you as he pulled away, towering over you with his imposing figure.

he practically probed into your brain with his question, asking invasive questions that made you question yourself. but it was necessary. you wanted, no, NEEDED that position. you needed to spend time with michael again

his cold and calculating gaze never left you for even a second, analysing your every move. every subtle twitch, the goosebumps rising on the back of your neck, the nervous tick you had of scratching your fingers. he saw it all.

“you’re different to what i remember. in the way you carry yourself, i mean” he begins. “a shell of your former self, more meek than you were ever before” he finished, stating it factually like the observational person he was

“that concludes the interview though. you may leave. i’ll see you soon”

it didn’t end there though. you snuck out of your bedroom that night, making your way to where michael was staying. you had to see him, just one final moment with him. just closure for the years of separation, at least that’s what you told yourself.

he was sleeping peacefully, laying flat on his back with his arms pressed to his sides. it looked almost corpselike with how stiff he seemed to be when he slept. but the second you closed the door behind you, his eyes snapped open.

“what’re you doing here? you’re not allowed to be outside your room, let alone in mine” he scolded, eyebrows knitting with confusion as to why you were here. his lips pursed together in a thin line, holding back some harsher words he could use.

“i just needed the closure, i haven’t seen you in so long that i needed a final goodbye” you explain softly, standing by his bed. he shifted over to allow you to sit down, which you did when prompted

“well you’ve seen me now. i have a job to do, Y/N. my father sent me for a reason” he sighs “just go back to your quarters, we have plenty of time tomorrow to ‘see’ each other” he dismissed you, but he noticed the frown that threatened to break out on your lips

“did i get in?” you ask as you grasp the doorhandle, ready to leave. your eyes were trained on michael as he settled himself back into his bed

“you was always in. i just needed everyone else to think they had a chance” michael admitted after a careful moment of hesitation, reluctant to tell you that fact.

“just don’t tell anyone, i’d like them to think this is non-biased. goodnight, Y/N

[chiptaylorsfirst]

Late Night Visit

Word Count: 1,580

Pairing: dom!Mr. Gallant x male!sub!Reader

Warning: Smut, mentions of masturbation, anal sex, mention of exhibitionism kink, hair pulling, slight choking kink

Summary: You know better than to break the rules but a midnight visitor who happens to be your boyfriend makes you think a bit differently. It isn’t bad if you don’t get caught, right?

Everyone had just figured out about Ms. Venable and how she was making her own rules for her personal entertainment. Everyone could agree on the rule they hated the most, no unauthorized copulation under any circumstances. You were writing in your journal when you heard a knock on your door. “Come in,” you exclaimed, expecting to see Ms. Mead or Ms. Venable. Instead you were greeted by your boyfriend, Malcolm Gallant. There was a smirk on his face that could only be described as mischievous. He locked the door behind him then walked towards you. “Mal, what are you up to?” “We’re gonna have some fun.” You’d heard him say that sentence once too many times and it all ended the same exact way. “Baby, what about the fake rules?” 

He crawled in bed with you. “I don’t know. I guess we’d better hope that Michael Langdon helps us. That man seems to love sin.” You could do nothing but agree. Michael seemed to be very fond of sin. “But don’t we need to be quiet?” He kissed your cheek. “Only if we want to. It is pitch black outside and thankfully no one has a room anywhere near yours. Also, no one was out in the halls. I checked three times before coming to your room.” You thought about what he said for a moment. “Okay,” you replied, placing your journal and pen on the ground. Malcolm eagerly kissed you. Soon, you were getting aroused, kissing him back just as he kissed you.

The kiss broke when you both needed air. You watched as Malcolm started removing his clothes and you followed suit. You created a small pile of clothes on the ground, both of you now fully naked. You had waited for this day a whole year. That was long overdue. Malcolm got on top of you and started to jerk you off. He stopped once you were dripping pre cum, scooping it up on his fingers and sucking it off. “Y/N.” You looked up at the beautiful man before you. He was so pretty and perfect. “Get on top of me and ride me.” 

He laid down and watched as you lowered yourself on him. You moaned from the pleasurable pain you felt from being stretched out by him. It had been a while and you almost forgot about how big he was. “You ready,” he asked, desire in his voice. “Give me a second.” You waited some then finally started to bounce, creating a nice pace that Malcolm easily met. You wrapped your hand around his throat, turning him on more. It was undeniable that your boyfriend was a very kinky boy.

His moans and groans were soft. Your name constantly slipped from his lips and his eyes rolled. You placed hickies on his skin, loving the soft red, pink, and purple marks that now decorated his body. Everything felt amazing whenever your bodies were joined like this. “Tell me who you belong to.” “You, Mal. Mmm, Mr. Gall-Gallant. You.” He smiled, removing your hand from his throat and placing a kiss on your knuckles. Your moans got louder as he thrusted into you harder with every bounce of your body. 

“Fuck, mm, we’re gonna get killed.” He chuckled from under you. “Yeah, but it’s fucking worth it. I’d die happy for this.” You could easily agree as you continued. You placed your hands on his chest, trying your best not to lose all the control you had over your body. You were now bouncing at a faster pace, looking down at the pleased expression that covered your boyfriend’s face. He stared into your eyes, feeling the way that you tightened around him. “I’m, I--” You tried to speak but broken moans were the only thing that came out. He didn’t need to hear the rest of your sentence though. He already knew what you were going to say. You were close and for some reason, you were trying to hold it off. “Cum, Y/N. Scream my name while you do it.”

Just like that, the knot in your stomach snapped. “Mm, Mal-Malcolm! Fuck.” You repeated his name like a mantra all the way until your ass was filled with his cum. You raised up off of him and kissed his cheek. “You want another round then we’re done,” he asked. “Yeah, I could go for another.” He smiled. “Kiss me first.” You obeyed him, kissing him with just enough roughness to make it pleasurable. He flipped you over unto your stomach, spreading your cheeks. “You’re gaping.” He scooped some cum onto his fingers before pushing it further into you. He kissed your shoulder then smoothly slid into you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You couldn’t think clearly and the sound of his voice was making you so hard. You loved whenever Malcolm did dirty talk during sex. He was so good at it. “Tell me you’re all mine’s.” “Mm, I’m all yours. Fuck, ugh. I belong to you, n-nobody else.” He was going fast, deep, and rough, making your eyes roll. “You’re so pretty, taking me so well.” He sucked on your neck and made a mark there. “I love you so much, Y/N.” “Agh, I love you t-too.” One of his arms wrapped around your body while he held your waist. You started to fuck yourself onto him, listening to the sound of his moans and your skin slapping. He pushed your face into the pillows, making your back arch. He hit deeper parts in you and the angle did wonders.

You were about to cum once again but you could tell that your boyfriend wasn’t ready yet. Your body was sensitive and cock drunk. It didn’t help that Malcolm kept saying provocative things in your ear that left little to the imagination. You could feel him in your stomach and he kept hitting your prostate with every movement of his hips. It drove you insane as he kept on going. “Feels good?” “Mmm hmm, very g-good.” His hand wrapped around your length. “St-stop, too much, too cl-close.” “I don’t care,” he grunted out, pounding you into the sheets. He started to pull your hair and jerk you off. “Cum all you want all over the sheets, all over my hand. I know you want to, ugh, sweet boy. “

Your cock twitched in his hand and you felt his cock pulsing in you. “Mm, Malcolm,” you moaned out. Your toes curled and eyes rolled. He kissed your shoulder and whispered in your ear. “What would you do if they caught us like this? Would you cum all over and moan my name? Fuck, I think you would. I know you would. You’re clenching more from thinking about it.” 

He let go of your hair. “I bet you wish they were here right now, don’t you?” “Y-Yes, mm, fuck, yes.” You were already cumming, painting the sheets and your lover’s hand with your seed. You felt his cum pour inside of you, filling you up and spilling out almost just as quickly. He flipped you over and laid beside you, licking your cum from his hand and chuckling softly.

“What is it, Mal?” He grinned. “You’re one kinky boy. That’s the hardest you’ve ever busted a nut.” You looked at him in utter shock. “Was it?” “Mm hmm. I keep track. Awe, you’re all flustered. It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with you liking the idea of being watched. I think it’s hot, may even have Michael come be a part of that dream of yours.” You looked into his eyes, trying to see if he was just picking on you but he wasn’t. “You sure?” He got up from the bed, starting to put on his clothes. “Mm hmm. Next week I’ll be here again and give you some news on it. I’ll go talk to Langdon and see what we can do. That is if we aren’t dead by then.” He was now fully dressed, a few marks on his skin showing.

You looked at the time, 2:55 am. You still had plenty of time. “You’ll need to cover that up, Mal.” He looked at them and smiled. “I’ll let it stay just to see the anger on their faces.” He started to walk out the door but you stopped him. “Wait.” He turned around, his attention fully on you. “Yeah?” “Come here and give me a hug and kiss before you go.” “Fucking your brains out wasn’t enough,” he joked before starting to walk towards you. He was halfway there before he paused. “Wait, how come you can’t come here.” You rolled your eyes at his slight stupidity. “Babe, you just fucked my legs numb. Going to you requires walking.” 

He laughed, walking to you and giving you the most passionate kiss you’ve had from him in a while. He hugged you, breathing in your scent. “Goodbye, Y/N. I’ll see you later.” “Bye, Mal.” You laid there, thinking about how you were going to clean the sheets and your body. But over that, your mind mostly thought of Michael watching you and Malcolm. You huffed as you felt yourself hardening again. Malcolm was already halfway down the hall and you were in no state to chase him for a quickie. The night ended with you putting use to your hand and your boyfriend doing the same exact thing with the thoughts of one another and a certain someone watching the two of you. 

[lcnelyghost]

Can you do the Evan’s dating a plus size girl? 🤭🫶🏻❤️

all that you are//the evan’s

pairings; fem reader with tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, and james patrick march

rating; pg13!

warnings; slight harsh language, body shaming, bullying

a/n: sorry to everyone that might not like what i’m gonna say, but i only write for the evan’s until they go up to season five with james. yes, i have watched the other seasons. i LOVE gallant and edward mott, but i won’t be pairing them with a female reader for obvious reasons. rory and jeff didn’t satisfy me all that much, and i still have mixed feelings on kai. yeah, i also like austin, but i don’t really know if i have that special little connection to his character yet. and no, am i fuck gonna write for jeffrey. that’s something that i’ll never feel comfortable doing.

Tate Langdon;

• Tate couldn’t give a shit about how you looked, he loved you for how you truly were. From the way you treated him, he already knew that you had a heart of gold.

• He loves how you guys have the exact same style. You enjoy wearing baggy sweaters and jeans, much like himself. And he adores how confident you are when it came to wearing what you wanted.

• If any school girls even dared to make fun of you, well.. i’m pretty sure we know what would happen..

Kit Walker;

• If Kit falls in love with someone, it’s not for the breathtaking looks they’ve been blessed with. No. It’s simply for the fact that they have such a kind heart and a beautiful soul. That’s what Kit is truly attracted to.

• He admires every last bit of you. Size isn’t important to him, not at all.

• Kit fell for you, because you’re just you. You’re not hiding behind some mask or going around with a full face of makeup, nor trying to fit in with everyone, you’re you. And that’s certainly enough for him to love and cherish.

Kyle Spencer/Franken Kyle;

• Truth be told, the little soul can’t even tell the difference between you and other girls. Right enough, not that he would even care in the slightest.

• He gets really upset when he overhears Madison saying her usual shitty comments about you. Though that soon turns into a fit of laughter when Queenie punishes her for it.

• Kyle doesn’t have the kind of feeling to care enough when it comes to you’re size. You treat him in a way he’s always wanted to be treated, and he doesn’t need anything more than that.

Jimmy Darling;

• Uh, I think we’re aware that Jimmy couldn’t give a shit if you were big or not. We’ve seen enough to prove that, trust me..

• Most of the freaks respect you and treat you no differently from the others, Jimmy makes sure it stays like that.

• If Elsa even has the nerve to ask if you could be part of the show seeing as she thought you’re figure could be quite the ‘entertainment’ for some people, Jimmy would hit breaking point.

James Patrick March;

• James isn’t one for body shaming. His mother raised him to always respect a woman, and that her size shouldn’t matter to him. If she treats him right, then by all means he should show her the love and respect she deserves.

• He isn’t fussed about you’re weight. Mr March still buys you the best of the best. Including the fanciest clothes, jewellery, perfume, everything he’d buy for the woman he loves most!

• When the time comes around for his monthly dinner with the Countess, he’s sure to fire back at her sneaky, vulgar comments. Even Miss Evers will defend you as much as she can.

“And should we be expecting you’re new partner, James? I suppose the word ‘little’ isn’t a way to describe her.”

“You mean my loyal, new partner? Ah, yes. And I suppose that word isn’t something that we should mention when you’re the topic of conversation, hm?”

Yeah, he ain’t up for her bullshit today folks.

[theswanqu33nsblog]

INTRODUCTION !!

about me:

Im 19 years old, I have been a fan of Evan for almost 5 years, I have made fanfics on Wattpad that I have already deleted by the way due to embarrassment. I'm a Scorpio sign and I always think that James and I are soulmates lmao (im weird idc) I am genuinely in love or otherwise obsessed with Evan's Kai Anderson, Stan Bowes and Colin Zabel characters. I love Taylor Swift, lady Gaga, lana del rey, the weeknd and Ariana grande.

I also love to watch movies about something people recommend me, i enjoy read, write and use the character.ai!:)

What or whom i feel comfortable to write about (smut, bot or whatever) are:

Colin Zabel

Stan Bowes

Tate Langdon

Kit walker

Kyle Spencer

Jimmy Darling

James Patrick March

Rory Monahan

Kai Anderson

Mr Gallant

Jeff Pfister

Austin Sommers

Jay bahadur

Warren Lipka

Max Cooperman

Quicksilver

Oliver McDaniel

And his others roles i havent watched the shows or movies but i will soon! (I won't make dahmers bots or fics)

If you want a smut, fic or bot, Regarding something or in some scenario, go to my bio and request whatever you want there.

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MASTERLIST!

so here im gonna put all the bots i made and gonna make, plus my sooner fics!

character.ai account: theswanqu33n

Kai Anderson AI:

* First Kai Anderson Bot

* I wanna f- government hooker

Kai's fics:

* Hands on your knees i'm Angelina Jolie.

Stan Bowes AI:

* Your home's really only a town you're just a guest in.

James Patrick March AI:

* Hotel Ball

Kyle Spencer AI:

* Zombie Kyle

Colin Zabel AI:

* Colin's baby's nanny.

* Colin Babysitter

Colin's Fics:

* Let's get in the back of your cop car officer

Tate Langdon AI:

* A new kind of love...

* Sk8er Boi

[sta-wars]

Tempus Infinitum

Chapter One

Title: Tempus Infinitum

Pairing: Mallory x Michael Langdon, Millory

Summary: Takes place when Mallory is reanimated and follows a familiar narrative. She climbs into the bathtub in Coco’s suite at Outpost 3 to travel back into the past using Tempus Infinitum, intent on stopping Michael, but things don’t go according to plan. A bathtub showdown for the ages. Both POV.

Rating: M

Warnings: Character Death, will add more as time goes by

Words: 1,181

Author Notes: Needs a beta, please let me know what you think! Not PWP. Slightly slowburn.

Taglist: Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future updates

Mallory loved her sisters and her Supreme without question. She thought her faith in them would never be shaken, and if you had asked her if in a million years she would ever think to turn against her coven, her immediate reply would have been never. Nothing could have undone her resolve to do anything to protect the coven. That is, until she woke up on the stone floor of Outpost 3, to learn that she had been placed underneath an identity protection spell. Seconds within being reanimated, everything she knew about herself was shattered into pieces. The things the people surrounding her were saying made no sense, but things began to click into place at a jarring pace. Mallory was a witch. Her magic powers along with her identity had been trapped within her under an identity protection spell, and they had been what surfaced during her interview with Michael, when she’d admitted that it felt like something was trying to claw its way out of her.

She’d admitted this in a daze, under some kind of hypnosis, as if she weren’t herself. Under Michael’s overly-familiar, honeyed suggestion. His words pried out the uncomfortable truth, and suddenly Mallory wanted nothing more than to run from what was buried inside of her. Her desperation to run away from her powers and who she really was couldn’t have been more obvious as she lost control in Venable's office. It was the opposite of what she’d felt when she’d been at Miss Robichaux’s, before she’d been placed under the identity protection spell. Or that’s what it seemed like at first glance.

The truth was she was full of doubts as the Mallory who worked alongside the coven. Once her role as the next Supreme was discovered, Mallory became troubled. Cordelia assured her that she would be ready to ascend, that she was unimaginably powerful, and would possess the strength and the power necessary to defeat an evil like Michael. Mallory wasn’t stupid, though. She knew Cordellia felt that she wasn’t ready to face Michael. Cordelia suffered from the loss of the members of their coven at the hands of Michael. Ever since they lost the witches at the Academy and found the remains of the Warlocks, something had broken within Cordellia. The decisions Cordelia made since then were ones Mallory tried hard to support, but they directly influenced her the most. How could she have agreed to Corderlia’s plan in the first place?

Cordelia was certain that if they faced Michael just then, they would lose. All of humanity would lose. Too much was at stake to risk it all with such a weak chance of winning. Everything fell onto Mallory’s shoulders and her ability to travel back in time to stop Michael. Her failed attempt to save Anastasia proved that she needed time for her powers to develop. If Mallory were to pose a threat to Michael, she needed time for her cerebellum to grow enough to support an influx of magical powers. Cordelia’s powers laid dormant for years, only growing in strength once Fiona began to rapidly fade. Placing Mallory under an identity protection spell and hiding her from the Cooperative and Michael was the only way to ensure she would one day become strong enough to succeed.

Even understanding all of that, Mallory couldn’t accept the necessity of discarding who she was. Being trapped inside of herself was the most horrible thing she could imagine. She hadn’t been aware of it but that didn’t stop it from being just about the most painful thing she’d ever experienced. Her memories didn’t even have time to come rushing back to her as she stood uselessly to the side during the witches’ confrontation with Michael on the steps of Outpost 3. Mallory tried to absorb what was being said around her and to grasp the situation. Too soon, she realized what was being asked of her-or at least some part of her did. The old part of herself that wasn’t full of anger and bitter resentment urged her to act quickly, while the others created a diversion.

Almost like a marionette pulled on strings, Mallory did what this part of her instructed her to do. She could feel her powers concentrating, surging forward at the potential of being unleashed, threatening to send her careening to the floor face-first. Somehow, she managed to climb into the claw-foot bath tub in Coco’s suite, taking a deep breath before submerging herself in water that came up to her shoulders.

Let go, a voice urged her. Strangely, it was Michael’s voice that spoke to her now, inside of her head. Mallory wanted to claw her insides out, knowing some part of him had bled over into her subconcious. She’d die fighting him, scraping him out if she had to, disgusted by everything he’d done to her kind. Don’t be afraid, Mallory, his voice entreated her. A voice that had lulled her into a suggestive state during her interview in Venable’s office, getting to the thing that had been deeply repressed by Cordelia’s spell. Michael had been attempting to influence Mallory to cast off her humanity, with no idea what lurked underneath. Neither of them had any idea.  Don’t be afraid of who you are.

Her body sank deep into the water, her spirit no longer in the tub at Outpost 3. Although she hadn’t spoken the words to the spell, she felt the words enter her and flow through her nonetheless, manifesting soundlessly. If she needed proof that Cordellia had been right about her needing time for her powers as Supreme to develop, here it was, in the form of nonverbal magic. It wasn’t just the spell she was submerged in now-it was pure magic, dark and vast, stretching all around her when she blinked her eyes open.

Here, her power, the ability to travel through time, appeared as a dark body of water, that threatened to drown her if she wasn’t careful. Each drop of water encompassed a point in time that called out to her. Her physical body remained behind at Outpost 3, in the bathtub, but here, her spirit floated through the vastness of time and space, in danger of becoming lost. You’re lost, she heard Michael’s voice say, and she blinked, remembering her purpose. She reached out a hand into the water and swam through a light, entering the past.

When she opened her eyes, she was standing in a street in a neighborhood, outside of a house. The sky was perfect blue, unmarred by the Nuclear Winter that had taken over the Earth in the present. Just a few hours ago, tears would have streamed down Mallory’s face to see the grass protruding from the lawn in front of her. Now it failed to move her while she could only focus on her purpose for being there. The smell of roses wafted on the breeze, and without knowing how, Mallory sensed this was the place where she was meant to be. Where it all began, and where she would find Michael.

[zombiefied-frat-boy]

Gallant: I'm like an avacado

Michael: How so

Gallant: Ignore me for two seconds and I will rot

[storiesforallfandoms]

behind closed doors ~ michael langdon;ahs apocalypse

word count: 2078

request?: yes!

“Can you write a dom!reader x sub!Micheal Langdon smut at outpost 3?”

description: they all think that he’s the dominant of the relationship, but things are not always as they seem

pairing: michael langdon x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

When Michael Langdon walked into Outpost 3 with his girlfriend, (Y/N), following behind him, Gallant leaned over to Mallory to whisper, “Not hard to tell who the top of that relationship is.”

It wasn’t a hard assumption to make. Michael stood at least a foot taller than her, and carried himself like he was even taller than that. When he spoke he sounded so powerful, like he was demanding the attention of whoever he spoke to, while (Y/N) was mostly silent. He handled the assessments of those in Outpost 3 to see who would be leaving with them, while (Y/N) spent most of her time in the bedroom they had been given.

It was a fair assumption, but it was a wrong one.

The minute Michael closed the bedroom door behind him, (Y/N) shoved him up against it and pressed her lips against his. He smiled into the kiss, putting his hands on her waist and holding her close to him. Her tongue licked his bottom lip before pushing into his mouth, not asking for permission but rather demanding it.

Without breaking the kiss, (Y/N) took hold of Michael’s collar and pulled him away from the door. They finally broke away so she could push him down onto the bed with so much force that he bounced slightly.

“Clothes. Off,” (Y/N) commanded, already breathing heavily from the kiss alone.

Michael smirked, excited by her dominance, and started shedding himself of his clothes. (Y/N) watched, her eyes full of lust as more articles of clothing came off of her lover. Once he was down to just his birthday suit, her eyes lingered on his hard member.

“Up,” she told him, nodding towards the headboard. “Arms out.”

Michael’s eyes widened. “Handcuffs? But I don’t - ”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you disobeying me, pet? Remember what happens when you disobey.”

Michael whimpered slightly and did as (Y/N) commanded. He knew he was going to get the pleasure he wanted no matter what, but the handcuffs were his least favorite of (Y/N)’s moods. He knew it meant he was going to be teased for a long time before finally getting his release. A painfully long time.

She went to her bag and pulled out the two pairs of handcuffs. Michael stretched his arms to either bedpost, allowing her to clamp the cool metal down on each of his wrists before she put it on the bedpost as well.

When he was fully secured, she began to shed herself of her clothes. Michael watched, his dick twitching as she reached behind her to take her bra off. He longed to grope and kneed at her perfect breasts as he felt her wrapped around him.

She didn’t take her panties off, though. Michael kept watching her hands, which were moving down her body as if she was going to remove the final article of clothing, but she didn’t. He tried to stifle the noise that came up his throat, but the whimper sound slipped from his lips anyways.

(Y/N) smirked. “Is someone needy?”

Michael nodded. She got up onto the bed and put her knees on either side of him, just nearly straddling him but still sat up enough that there was no friction between them.

“Don’t have the patience tonight, sweetheart?” she asked him. Michael shook his head. She leaned forward to grab his face. “Use your words, pet.”

“N-No, mistress,” he said. “I-I don’t h-have the patience tonight. I-I want to be inside you so bad.”

(Y/N) let his face go and sat her clothed core back against his naked dick. He sucked in a breath as he felt the dampness through her panties already. She let out a pleasured sigh as she began to move her hips back and forth, running herself up his length than back down again. Michael pulled as his restraints, wishing he could do something - anything - to feel more than what she was giving him.

She leaned down to start kissing his neck, purposely nipping at his sweet spot to earn more moans from him. He knew there would be marks forming there, but he didn’t care. He was under her spell, he was completely hers.

Her hips started to move faster. Michael was arching upwards, wishing that pesky fabric between them would just disappear. The word “please” was on his lips, ready to slip out if it meant he could be inside of her.

She sat back up and threw her head back, a loud moan slipping from her lips as her hips kept moving. Neither one of them cared much about being caught. It’s not like it would change anything; Venable’s rule about no sex in the Outpost was fabricated, and seeing Michael in this vulnerable position wouldn’t do anything to the residence of the Outpost. They were all going to die anyways. If anything, anyone who decided to peak in would get quite the show.

(Y/N)’s mouth formed an “o” shape as Michael felt her panties become wetter. He realized she had dry humped herself into an orgasm, one she seemed to still be riding out. The thought of her using him to get off made him feel like he was close to cumming himself.

“P-Please, mistress,” he whimpered.

(Y/N) looked down at him, her eyes still clouded with lust. “What was that, pet?”

“Please,” he repeated. “I need to be inside of you. I don’t...I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”

(Y/N) pouted her lip out in a mocking way. “Awe, my poor anti-Christ. You used to be able to last so long for me.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve had sex,” Michael said, feeling the need to defend himself even though he knew (Y/N) wasn’t actually mocking him. “I haven’t felt you in so long. It’s all I want.”

(Y/N) reached down between them and took his hard dick in her hand. She pumped a few times, causing Michael’s head to lull back in pleasure. It was a dangerous motion as he tried so hard to hold back the orgasm that was forming, but he feared it would be a losing battle.

She stopped suddenly and ran her thumb over the head of his cock. When Michael looked up, he saw her with her thumb in her mouth, slowly pulling it out as she sucked on it. He realized she had collected the pre-cum from the tip of his dick and was sucking it off.

Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.

She got up from the bed, much to Michael’s disappointment. He tried to pull at his restraints again until he realized (Y/N) had gotten up to take her panties off. She threw them somewhere on the floor with their other discarded clothes, before straddling Michael again. She took hold of his dick and lined it up with her entrance, poking the head of it against her still wet folds.

Involuntarily, Michael’s hips moved upwards in an attempted to finally get what he wanted. (Y/N) gasped as she felt the tip push ever so slightly inside of her. Despite the pleasure she got from watching Michael squirm, she still desired to have him inside of her just as much as he wanted it.

“Bad pet,” she chastised. “You know you’re supposed to wait until your mistress is ready.”

“I’m sorry, mistress,” Michael said. “It was an accident. I’m sorry, please don’t punish me.”

(Y/N) put on a face like she was thinking. She was still hovering over him with just his head inside of her. She started to move her hips a little, not taking him in any more but giving him just the slightest sensation as she moved.

“I don’t know,” she said. “You were a bad boy. Really, I should just leave you here without any release and make you think about what you did.”

Panic filled Michael’s eyes. The last thing he needed was to be left handcuffed to the bed, a painful erection against his belly, where anyone could walk in and find him. He didn’t mind if anyone saw him like this when (Y/N) was on his dick, but it was a whole different scenario if she just left him there.

When she slowly lowered herself further onto him, he couldn’t cried out in relief.

“But,” she said, continuing her thought, “I have missed this dick, too. We travel so often out there in the scary world, sometimes I almost forget how good it feels to have you inside of me.”

When she finally reached the hilt, Michael was basically a panting mess. He wanted to feel her move, to feel her rock her hips or ride him until they were both sweaty and tired. He needed her more than anything, he wanted her more than anything.

(Y/N) put her hands against Michael’s chest and started by slowly rocking her hips. The feeling was so intense for the two of them, so needed. These moments would be fleeting, as soon enough they would be on to the next Outpost (if there was even any left), and they would have to wait another long time before they could be intimate again.

Her desire to start slow and tease Michael quickly faded away as (Y/N) started bouncing on his dick. She was beginning to feel another orgasm swell up in her stomach, and she needed it now.

At the same time, Michael was feeling his own orgasm coming. His nails dug into his palms, the only thing he could really “grab” in that moment.

“I’m close,” he panted. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

“Me too,” she told him. “Cum inside of me, pet. Let me feel you coating me with your seed.”

Her permission was all he needed and Michael finally allowed himself to let go. He cried out in pleasure as he felt himself spilling inside of (Y/N). Just moments later, he could feel her walls contracting around him as she hit her second orgasm as well. Her head lulled backwards again, her moans mixing with his in the otherwise silent room.

They were both panting, sweaty messes. (Y/N) had fallen forward, her head against Michael’s chest as she twitched with post-orgasm shivers. Michael was practically dissolving into the bed. The only thing holding him back were the restraints, which were now starting to hurt.

“My love,” he said. “The handcuffs.”

“Oh! Right!”

(Y/N) was slow to get off of him, not wanting to waste a moment of feeling him inside of her. She retrieved the tiny handcuff keys and freed Michael’s wrists. A thin red line was on each of them, but he knew they’d be gone in the morning. It was the marks on his neck that would be sticking around.

Despite the two of them already being warm and sticky, Michael pulled the covers over him as (Y/N) climbed back into the bed and cuddled into his side. The fire that had been lit hours ago was still burning strong, the dim, flickering light being the only source in the room.

“I have a bad feeling about this place,” (Y/N) commented.

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t have a good feeling about the residents. Something is off about them.”

“It may be the Voodoo witch you feel,” Michael told her. “Dinah. I know her, I gave her a favor in return for taking care of those witches before the apocalypse. She’s harmless to us, she’s not powerful.”

(Y/N) sighed. “I guess you’re right. Could be that Venable too. She’s...something else.”

“She’s power hungry. It was bound to happen with the apocalypse.”

Silence filled the room. (Y/N)’s eyes grew heavier with every second that passed. She was nearly asleep when a loud knock came at the door.

“Who is it?” Michael demanded. (Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle to herself. What an extreme contrast to how I had him moments ago.

“It’s Meade,” came the voice of Venable’s right hand woman. “Ms. Venable requests your presence at once.”

Michael groaned in annoyance and got out of bed. He retrieved his clothes from the floor and quickly got dressed before turning to (Y/N).

“I’ll be back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”

She smiled at him and responded, “I never do.”

[sympathyforher]

matching tattoos with the evans headcanons part 1 <3

includes: tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer, jimmy darling, james patrick march, rory monohan, kai anderson, malcom gallant, austin sommers x gn!reader

warnings: mention of a tattoo above the groin, needles (duh), light swearing, no actual smut but some implied sexual situations with james and gallant, mention of a hard-on

almost all of the tattoo placements can be changed to your liking! the only ones that i have a specific placement for are gallants and kais. i also give some suggestions to placements i think would be cute :^) these are all in black and white, so added color can be up to your imagination.

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tate langdon

i feel like this one speaks for itself tbh

lil ghosties because you guys are lil ghosties <3

even if you aren't a ghost, these are still so cute because tate is and you'd probably be the one to pick them out and he would think they're so perfect

he would obviously have the one holding the flower

he doesn't mind getting the tattoo at all, kinda really likes it

you both hold each others hands while you get it done, even though tate doesn't really needs to, he still does it to make you feel better

and just because he wants to hold your hand

he loves tracing his fingers on yours when he holds you or you guys are cuddling in bed together

also idk why but i've always imagined tate liking to tie your shoelaces for you (probably because he loves taking care of his partner) and if you guys got it on your ankle he'd always press a little smooch to it before getting up from tying them :,)

placement ideas: ankle, upper thigh, forearm

kit walker

tattoos of "i love you" in each others handwriting :,)

kit would be very reluctant to get any tattoos (not because he's afraid of needles but he just isn't a tattoo kind of guy ya know) so if he got one it would have to be very special and meaningful

and he's a total romantic so having a lovey dovey tattoo with you is a must

you two pretty much never feel unsure about your love for one another, but, you both have your moments; whether kit has been working doubles at his job lately or you got in a little argument

your tattoos help as little reminders of just how much you love each other <3

kit would get thomas and julia's birthdays tattooed on him like immediately after getting his tattoo with you

julia and thomas also love writing 'i love you' right next to both of your tattoos so you have their handwriting too :,)

the first time they did it kit cried

placement ideas: wrist, inner finger, inner arm (just somewhere where u guys can always see it)

kyle spencer

lil smiley faces !!!!! :)

frat!kyle hates tattoos and franken!kyle hates needles so either way, you would have to really persuade him to even think about getting a tattoo

but of course he gives in cause he loves you

but it would have to be something really small and somewhere that isn't super noticeable

i feel like a relationship with kyle would be filled with so many smiles and laughter and happiness so getting a little smiley face was just perfect for you guys

every time he looks down at it the biggest grin will spread on his face and he thinks about how happy you make him and how much he loves you

franken!kyle would notice it once in awhile and excitedly get you and put your tattoos next to each other and look at them and then look at you and just be like

:)

placement ideas: inner finger, on the back of the hand (kinda imagining it where evans thumbs up tattoo is)

jimmy darling

i don't think jimmy is a huge tattoo person, he definitely has a fear of needles but would never admit it to anyone

he's a romantic like kit and madly in love with you so it would have to be a really endearing and thoughtful tattoo

jimmy knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you so the commitment of a tattoo isn't a problem

this is also the reason you guys chose "always" <3

will definitely act like a big macho man until he's in the tattoo chair grabbing onto your hand for dear life and squeezing his eyes shut asking "is it almost done?" every 5 seconds

once its done, he shakily gets up to go look at it next to you in the mirror

his eyes immediately lit up and those big beautiful dimples popped out when a cheeky grin spread across his face

"its perfect doll." he said sweetly, and then pulled you in for a long, passionate kiss that you absolutely melted into, while also trying not to focus on how ridiculously sweaty he was

placement ideas: inner arm, wrist, inner bicep, tricep

james patrick march

this one is also very self explanatory lol

he always calls you his queen/princess/prince especially in the bedroom

james is definitely the dominant one in the relationship and absolutely adores it when you call him your king

especially since you guys are basically the rulers of the hotel cortez, these nicknames are very fitting

fucking loves the feeling of getting tattooed, kinky bastard

a soft hiss would escape his lips when the needle hit certain spots, but the little moments of pain quickly turned to pleasure, and he'd shoot a flirty smirk at you

looking at the tattoos together afterwards was a loving moment for you both, but the whole experience turned him on so much, he honestly just wanted to get you in bed as soon as possible

a very memorable day and a very memorable night

placement ideas: ankle, corner of your wrist, behind the ear, back of the neck, finger

rory monohan

this man would never get a serious/romantic tattoo for the life of him

really doesn't wanna get a tattoo, not because he is afraid of needles or anything, he just isn't a big tattoo person

the only way he agrees to get a tattoo with you is if he can pick the designs out

AND you cant see what it is until its done

which annoys you a little at first, but you finally agree because you trust him; he wouldn't get anything that bad

when you guys stepped up to the mirror together after to see them, he literally has a giggle attack like a 5 year old

"oh my god rory"

"i have a bee! and you have honey! cause you're my hunny!!!!!! get it babe???"

his dorky and child-like explanation made you erupt into laughter with him and fall into his chest as he gave you a big bear hug

a couple hours later you guys were both absolutely in love with it, constantly looking at them and smiling like kids for weeks after

placement ideas: ankle, forearm, inner arm

kai anderson

this ones long lol sorry not sorry

it would actually be kai's suggestion (really more of an order tbh) to get the matching tattoos

you guys had an argument about your relationship and how you hadn't been feeling loved in the way you needed

he really does love you, and it really pissed him off to think you didn't have enough trust in him to believe that he did

so it turned into a big fight because he's a dick and can't own up to his mistakes or express his feelings/affection for you

although he would never admit it, the argument really got to him, and he was up all night thinking about it

the next day, he tells you that you guys are getting tattoos but refuses to tell you what they are

fighting with him is so exhausting, and you didn't want to get into another one after last night so you reluctantly complied

the car ride was silent, your stomach was doing somersaults and you were a nervous wreck, biting your nails thinking of all the insane things he could permanently put on your body

when the tattoo artist told you to give him your pinky, you thought your heart was going to burst out of your chest from how fast it was beating

kai ordered you to look away while he was getting his and while you were getting your own - you tried to figure out what it was by following the line the tattoo artist was making but it was too painful to tell

after you both were finished, he still didn't let you look until you got home - the car ride was hell, you even thought you were going to puke a few times

when you got home, you both sat on his couch in the basement, facing each other. he slowly and gently unwrapped yours and then did the same to his, revealing the two small matching hearts

you were filled with a mix of conflicting emotions. you were so relieved that he didn't put something derogatory or ugly on you, but you were also shocked from the small display of affection this tattoo signified - something that you rarely got with kai

he took your pinky and hooked it with his, and with a serious demeanor, yet soft eyes, simply said, "i love you y/n. don't ever doubt that again."

malcolm gallant

gallant is a passionate and kinky lover - i think we all know this

the tattoo you guys get would have to be sexy and show how you two belong to each other

it was his suggestion to get the tattoo AND he needed to choose what it was going to be because gallant is a picky diva and if it doesn't fit his taste to a tee, he would absolutely not get it

so, in his possessive nature, he decided he wanted you guys to get each others initials rightttt above your hip, more towards your groin area

he wanted it to be sexy and delicate so he spent hours going through different cursive designs until he found the perfect one

((the star in the picture could also be switched out for a heart))

getting them together was really fun, and he of course fucking loved it, especially with it being in such a sensitive area

whenever you're intimate, seeing his initial in that spot, forever permanent on your body, gets him achingly hard

he loves to pull your underwear down with his teeth to slowly reveal that little, beautiful 'G', driving you both nuts. he will always place his first soft, wet kiss on it, continuing to kiss all the way down to where you need him most

austin sommers

this one is ALSO long

i think austin would be someone that really likes tattoos, and especially finds them attractive on others

when you suggested the idea of getting matching tattoos he was soooo excited

he wanted to pick the design himself, because like gallant, he is a diva and if it isn't perfect in his eyes, he wont get it

you totally trusted him to pick out the tattoo though, he is an artistic prodigy after all

he actually took the time to go and meet with a tattoo artist to go over his ideas and create the tattoo with them to surprise you

he wanted to get something really aesthetically pleasing, but also something that would be meaningful to you both

when you first met, you drank wine, but you definitely weren't into it as much as he was. he always described the flavors of his first sip so eloquently, which honestly made you giggle a little bit because of how passionate he was about what you believed to be fancy grape juice

he was determined to get you into his wine world though, so on one of your first dates he set up a private wine tasting in his house for you, including all his favorites (the fanciest and most expensive ones of course)

you always joke about how he must have put some type of drug in those glasses because since that date, you have been almost as obsessed with wine as austin is

and now that you two were moved in together at his place, cozying up with him and drinking a glass of wine by his fireplace was part of your nightly routine

he chose the moon for his, and the sun for yours, because you are the light to his darkness as he always says

when you saw the design he had made you almost burst into tears with how beautiful and thoughtful it was

getting it tattooed together was such a loving experience, even if austin had to excuse himself multiple times when you started to bleed

placement ideas: outer calf/ankle, forearm, tricep

[americxn]

What about headcanons abt how The Evans are with animals?

this is kinda basic but it was fun to write

warnings: swearing

tate langdon

I feel like Tate is good with more 'conventional' pets like dogs, cats and rabbits but hates more exotic animals like snakes and other reptiles. He's definitely scared of snakes.

He probably had goldfish growing up but completely forgot about them and Constance sold them because he couldn't take care of them. He probably wouldn't have even noticed that she sold them either.

Or maybe he had rats or one of his siblings had them and he took a liking to them but would never want to get any of his own.

He likes animals and he’s good with them but I don’t think that he would ever want to get any of his own. I just can’t see Tate ever committing to buying/adopting an animal of his own.

kit walker

Kit + a golden retriever would just be a pairing made in heaven. Definitely more of a dog person but I doubt he has anything against cats.

He strikes me as a person to adopt animals instead of buying them and would probable take in a few strays. I can imagine him finding an abandoned kitten or something and taking it in, staying up all night to make sure that it was healthy and being so careful to feed it properly and ensure that he’s taking good care of it. 

Especially because of the land around his house, I think that there would be a lot of animals and a few strays that he puts food out for each morning.

kyle spencer

I imagine Kyle to be pretty good with animals but not really caring about having any of his own.

Definitely a dog person, I can’t see him liking cats very much but tolerating them. 

Maybe had a hamster or guinea pig growing up but felt kind of relieved what it died because he didn’t like taking care of it.

franken kyle

I mean, we all saw what happened with that dog.

He would definitely have good intentions and wouldn’t want to hurt an animal but he would not be able to take of any kind of animal.

If you got a shared animal with him, it would probably be okay but it might take him a while to understand that the animal relied on him and that he would need to be gentle.

I also feel like he has no concept of danger so wouldn’t expect any animal to bite/attack him which, considering that he probably wouldn’t understand that he needed to be gentle with an animal, could be problematic.

jimmy darling

I can imagine Jimmy putting up a little pen outside of his caravan and keeping a bunny in there. He would make it little salads everyday and make sure to always clean out it’s cage and give it a constant supply of clean water.

Like Kit, I can’t really imagine Jimmy buying an animal but maybe he found one on the grounds of the camp and just decided to keep it.

I feel like there could be a stray cat or two that live near the camp and everyone kind of takes care of them and feeds them scraps of food and leaves their caravan doors open to give them somewhere warm to sleep.

Also, I’m not sure why, but I can imagine Jimmy with a pet tortoise? Like just watching it walk around and feeding it bits of lettuce. Don’t ask, it just makes sense to me.

james patrick march

I don’t think that James would be very tolerant with any animal and he wouldn’t be interested in ever taking care of one.

In saying that though, I feel as if James is really into evolution and natural history so he may have an interest in animals, just not any household pets that he has to take care of.

I mean, he did hunt and kill wild animals so that’s a bit of a red flag.

If you were in a relationship with James, I can imagine him being against you getting a pet, claiming that he didn’t have time to deal with an animal shitting and shedding all over his hotel. But if you got one, I think that he’d hate it at first but tolerate it because you loved it and eventually warm up to it and you would catch him talking softly to it and petting it, especially if it was a dog.

rory monahan

Definitely a dog person and probably grew up with several dogs. Loves visiting family and getting to spend time with his family’s pets.

He would love to get a pet of his own but because of work, especially with having to travel for long periods of time, he wouldn’t have the time to fully commit to it.

I think that he would really want to get a budgie or something and have it sit on his shoulder and teach it to curse but just can’t because of always filming away from home.

He probably also lives in a really expensive apartment that doesn’t allow pets. 

kai anderson

No. He would probably sacrifice it or some shit. 

In saying that though, I feel as if he grew up with cats but his dad hated them and was really aggressive towards them and it put Kai off ever getting more animals of his own.

Maybe Winter would get a pet, like a Kitten or something, and Kai would like having it around but would never let it in his room or help take care of it.

malcolm gallant

He weirdly strikes me as the type to have a slightly more exotic pet, like a lizard or something. He would probably pay someone else to take care of it but he would enjoy having it around and take a long time designing a really ornate cage for it.

Either that, or he would have one of those naked cats and buy it an over priced gold collar and give it matching food bowls and a massive cat tree. Whatever animal he gets, he would probably take care of it well but treat it more like an accessory than a pet.

Spends a ridiculous amount of money on toys, bedding and food for the animal.

Maybe he grew up with one of those crusty white dogs? I’m not sure but he definitely seems more like a cat person.

colin zabel

I can imagine Colin being a bit awkward around animals that aren’t his own, especially big dogs or really friendly cats. 

I also don’t think that he would want an animal of his own because he spends too much time working and doesn’t want to commit to a pet that he can’t take care of properly.

I think that, if he married and had kids, he would agree to get animals for their sake.

In saying that though, I can kind of see Colin walking a big breed of dog, like a german shepard or a dalmatian or something but I just really don’t think that he would have a pet of his own. 

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[ahsk1nk]

The Evans On Your Birthday

A/n: I’m really sorry for being inactive for a little bit, but here is a little HC of how all of your boyfriends would celebrate on your birthday. If you want me to include Rory, Edward, Jeff, and Mr Gallant. Enjoy!!

Warning: slight smut if you look really closely

(I love him with my whole ❤️)

Tate Langdon

If you guys were dead and stuck in the house, he would try to make the best out of the situation.

Tate would get all the ghosts to blow up balloons and put up banners

He would make you a cake (idk does the dead eat), I have a strong feeling it would be strawberry flavored

If you were both alive, he would take you to watch a movie (probably horror) and then take you to eat fast food

Tate would probably also take you to a concert

Then when you both got home he would give you a cupcake that he baked himself, or the two of you would bake

Kit Walker

He would definitely wake up early and make you breakfast in bed, with all the kids

Everyone would sing really loud and give you presents still in bed

After you ate and opened everything, Kit and the kids would lay next/on top of you.

It would be like a family day, whether that be indoors or outdoors, play board games or go to an amusement park

Then finally when the day is over, Kit would put all the kids to bed, and give you the best sex ever

I’m talking, not being able to walk sex

Franken Kyle

Of course this would be after you tell him the importance of celebrating the day you were born

He would get help from the others girls at the academy, to get you a cute little gift

I don’t think he would make it HUGE, it would be very private

You two will be in your room and Kyle gives you your present, which is a bracelet or a necklace

Then he smothers you in kisses, little pecks across your face

He would practice how to say “happy birthday” and then when he attempts it, it’ll be stuttered

Jimmy Darling

Similar to Tate, he would ask everyone at the freak show to help, doesn’t take much convincing because they all love you

Jimmy would decorate the stage with balloons and a big sign that was hand painted by everyone “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”

He would have one of the performers walk you into the main tent

Jimmy would definitely sing you your favorite song

Ugh I love him

Mr. March

I can’t decide between having the day marked in his calendar for months or him finding out a few days prior by Liz

But I think he would get you gifts for the whole month

James would buy the best gowns and jewels, giving you one item everyday for your birth month

The day of your birthday he would wake you up with breakfast imported from France or something

The whole day would be filled with sex, morning, evening, night, and all the times in between

James would want to keep you all to himself

Kai Anderson

He would treat it like every other day

He wouldnt say anything to you all day, and if you brought it up, Kai would just shrug “so?”

This would get you really mad

But when you guys are going to bed, he would give you a small present

“Happy birthday little lamb.” With a lil smirk (My heart just melted sorry)

Kai would cuddle you all night

Ahsk1nk (me)

I’ve been seeing people include themselves in these HCs and it’s so cute

I would wake you up with presents and some pancakes

Take you out to get your favorite food, and then maybe go to beach (if we are somewhere tropical)

I would write you a song, and we would do karaoke all night

[angelicmichael]

Oohh, could you please write the nonsexual prompt sharing a dessert for Outpost Michael and reader? Who wouldn't want to share a dessert with him? Thank you so much. You really are an angel 😇

A/N: anon you are too fucking sweet omg 🥺💖 I hope I didnt dissapoint with this, I'm sorry it's so late and unnecessarily long!! Lmfao. The dessert eating is at the end if anyone wants to just skip to that part hehe. I wanted to write some mutual pining so.. that's why this fic is so fucking long lol

Warnings: eating, food, lil bit of sexual tension, very brief mentions of Millory and also Gallant x Michael 👉🏻👈🏻

Living in Outpost three was beyond miserable. Constantly being treated as a second class citizen, as a gray, was definetly doing its number on you.. Every day that you continued to stay alive in this hellhole you swore you slowly descended further and further into madness. Eating gelatin cubes.. being around the same exact people, day in and day out.. with nothing else to do but to clean, with no end in sight was only a recipe for disaster.

And disaster seemed to come with a name; Langdon.

You didnt believe him when he announced that he was going to pick a select few to take with him to the sanctuary; you knew that was fucking bullshit.. but you had to admit - it was amusing watching the other outpost residents finally get a spark of excitament in their eyes. A reason to be alive.

You watched him take interest in mainly Gallant and Mallory; and that's when you felt something.. distant yet familar. Yearning; attraction, and maybe even jealousy.

It reminded and made you nostalgic of old emotions that you used to feel regularly; which now only visited you vaguely whenever you caught Michael stare for a second too long at either of them.. but it wasnt your job to monitor the relationships that were allegedly occurring.

You kept your head down until you begrudgingly got an interview; honestly surprised at first that Langdon seemed to be giving you a shot at salvation at all.

You were even more surprised at how the actual interview seemed to unfold; how disgustingly touch starved you were and the way in which you reacted to him. You were praying that Langdon didnt notice how your entire body was littered with goosebumps the second he touched you - a harmless gesture with his hand lightly touching your back when he walked by. Or the pure exhilaration you felt when he brushed a tear away from your cheek.. It was honestly embarrassing.

Even more embarrassing was how much you craved to see Langdon again as soon as you left the first interview.

The days following the first initial interview were torturous for you. Your days and even nights became infested with thoughts of Langdon; his blonde locks and light blue eyes even started to follow you and become familar in dreams..

You couldnt stop thinking about him.

You knew it was stupid to crave romance; it was utterly irrational. For one, if Venable were to even catch you looking at Langdon for a couple seconds too long - you knew she would want your head on a stick. That's not even to mention how jealous Gallant and the other residents would possibly be, if anything were to happen.

These thoughts were not realistic though  because you knew Langdon never viewed you like that. He treated you just as he did anyone else.. maybe even worse. He always kept his words short with you and rarely made eye contact most days.

For those reasons; you wrote off your newfound romantic thoughts about Langdon as nothing more but dumb daydreams. Just something to keep you occupied in the day while you tried to make the outpost look spotless. You figured it was a result of being beyond bored; your mind trying to find something to make life interesting once more. Anything. 

That was.. until Langdon invited you for another interview. One interview quickly turned into another.. and another.. and another until seeing Langdon privately was nearly the new normal.

The more you two continued to meet; the more your feelings for him only grew but you still chose to conceal them - well, to the best of your abilities anyway.. there was only much you could hide. However; if you didnt know Langdon prematurely, you wouldve thought he was a idiot or just purely naive for not picking up on the obvious crush you had.

It had been a couple nights now since you had last seen him.. And yet here you were; having another sleepless night that consisted of thinking of dumbass Langdon.

You stayed awake sleepless in your bed. Or.. the bed that was meant to be yours anyway. Nothing like felt home or like it was truly yours at Outpost Three though. You stared at the ceiling hopelessly; wishing you would be so lucky to feel a wave of drowsiness that could hit you and carry you off to your dreams.

You immeadietly sat up and nearly jolted out of bed when you heard three loud knocks rattle your door. The sound was distinct but haunting.. your immediate thought was Venable.. you could only help but to think what the fuck you had recently done to piss her off.

You swiftly walked through the nearly pitch black room and opened the door absentmindedly; trying to not let your paranoid thoughts control your actions and let you hesitate.. just in case it happened to be Langdon.

You would be lying if you were to say that you werent dissapointed when you found no one there; only a letter lay folded neatly on the floor.. directly in front of you.

Snatching it and opening it within the safety of your room; you had to hold back laughter when it was from Langdon - another invitation to go see him.. but it was marked urgent.

You nearly dropped the letter on the floor immeadietly; it wasnt as if you had anything else to do - you already knew you werent going to be able to sleep tonight anyway. You immeadietly took off, albeit as quietly as possible, off to Langdons office. Trying to keep your thoughts of what the hell he wanted to see you so badly for, at bay.

When you reached his room, you didnt bother knocking. You slipped right inside - knowing that knocking would only possibly wake Venable up or alert other residents of your whereabouts. Shutting the door behind you, you slowly approached him.

He sat at his desk; quickly turning around to face you as you entered. His light, ocean colored eyes were wide in what you could only guess was surprise that you came so soon. His mouth was slightly curved into a subtle smile.

"Hi". You uttered with a airy, soft laugh.

You first stood, knowing he would most likely want you to take a seat but you would rather wait for instructions than to just.. assume. You knew Michael had little to no tolerance but surely enough, he nodded at the seat that was directly across from his at the desk.

"Sit". Michael instructed, his gaze followed you as you steadfastly did as you were told.

You realized how carefully Michael was studying you as you walked over and took your seat.. and maybe it was because of the absolutely horrible lighting but you could swear you could almost see blood rushing to his cheeks..

Was he.. blushing??

You sat, completely puzzled as you watched Michael suddenly act flustered.. His motions changing from smooth and calculated to nearly awkward.. and.. just rather odd in a instant. He looked as if he wanted to say something but no words were spoken, that is - until you made the first move.

"Is something.. wrong"? You asked, trying your hardest to bite back laughter.

Seeing Langdon act so.. not like himself was basically pure comedy to you.  Although you would never admit that outloud of course.

He now looked uncomfortable; licking his lips and clasping his hands together at the table before speaking.

"(Y/n), I have to talk to you about something". Michael admitted.

His expression changed from looking rather nervous to serious again; his mouth in a straight line and the muscles in his face relaxed.

You were quite literally sitting on the edge of your seat, your stomach started to do somersaults as you desperately tried to rationally think of what he wanted to say..

"Yeah, of course. What's wrong"? You prompted, your voice coming across as unsteady.

You tried your hardest to not let your voice shake as you spoke, although you were more than certain it showcased exactly how you felt.

Langdon unfolded his hands; appearing to study his rings momentarily before his blue eyes pierced yours - looking as if they were staring right past you.. Not necessarily at you at all.

"Look; theres nothing wrong. You just need to know that theres no need to be nervous around me anymore". Langdon stated matter of factly.

He maintained eye contact with you; diligently waiting for a response as you actually tried to comprehend what he was saying.. Was he implying that you were going to the sanctuary?? Or.. possibly even something else?? Something more?

Your confusion must've been apparent on your face because before you could say anything, Langdon cut in.

"That's not why I asked you to be here with me tonight though. I wanted to.. reward you". He said.

You felt as if your heart had skipped a beat; nearly feeling woozy as your cheeks heated up. A reward?? Saying you felt speechless was a incredible understatement.

"A reward"?? You echoed your thoughts aloud.

Your words came out slow and strained with pure anticipation for what was to perhaps happen. You thought for a split second this had to be some kind of sick joke, or some kind of sick manipulation game. You wouldnt really be surprised; you overheard from the others he was famous for pulling that kind of shit.

"Yes, For giving me company. Close your eyes". Michael answered.

You immeadietly, and dumbly followed orders. However; as soon as you closed your eyes you felt fear pierce your heart. The uncertainty and possibilities of what could happen was jarring - but you had to admit it was also thrilling.

The past few months had been so fucking predictable and boring, a bit of excitement was well over due and actually.. probably healthy. Even if it was fucking terrifying.

You could hear him moving, and then something being placed on his desk in front of you. You first felt your eyebrows furrow as you opened your eyes unwillingly. Pure surprise forcing you to do so and to disobey Langdon.. oh fuck.

You opened your mouth to utter an apology but.. your gaze first caught onto the object in front of you.. leaving you speechless and with your mouth agape.

You marveled at the small slice of cheesecake was that put in front of you.. It looked entirely to good to be true; this had to be a dream.. or maybe a nightmare??

This last time you had eaten anything with any kind of remote flavour had been eons ago. Those memories served you well and made your horrifically boring days a little less painful.

You continued to blankly stare at it; not daring to move, or breathe but.. to just enjoy the view. You were half expecting for this to be some of torture again; for him to rip it away from you but a part of you reassured you that.. this was different. This was him trying, and being genuine.

You looked up to meet Langdons eyes as they intently studied you. A faint smile gracing the corner of his lips. A beautiful sight you rarely got the priviledge of admiring.

"Have some". Michael said, nodding down in direction of the dessert. "I thought you would appreciate the gesture. I cant imagine the shit Venable gives you is enjoyable". Michael sneered with a hint of laughter.

You couldnt help but to let out a giggle as well, looking down once more and noticing that the plate was also embellished with two forks.

"Thank you, Michael. You should have some too though, I dont want to be selfish-" You started, unfolding your hands from your lap and beginning to push the plate towards him.

He quickly stood up and walked up to you, stopping until he was beside you. He grabbed your wrist, tight enough to make you wince but not enough to cause any actual pain - making eye contact again.

"No.. I want to watch you have the first bite". Langdon said.

In a split second, the chair that was once behind his desk materialized right next to you, directly behind him. He sat down, watching you intently as you started to feel stupidly nervous again.

Your hands trembled a bit as you reached to grab the fork, swiftly taking a piece and then  quickly consuming it. You figured the faster you took the first bite - the less nervous you would be.. but his gaze continued to linger on you; intensely watching.

The pleasure you were momentarily wrapped in was insurmountable to anything you had previously felt in months. You had to ground yourself in order to not let a moan escape your mouth.. The rich flavor tasting so unreal; almost too good to be true.

To be completely honest, you forgot that Langdon was there at all until you noticed him grab a fork as well. Also taking a bite and continuing to watch you - clearly amused with your reaction.

You two continued to eat in silence; meanwhile you momentarily began to get lost in your own thoughts yet again. You knew he didnt have to do this; he very well could've just.. had the dessert with someone else, like Mallory, or even enjoyed it by himself, but he purposefully chose you...

Your cheeks grew hot at the thought of how he seemed to subtly state that he returned your affection. You knew there was no way that he didnt know that you harbored feelings for him; the way in which you acted flustered in his prescience had to be a dead give away.

An hour or so later you walked back to your room; the night slowly cutting into the early hours of the morning but you really couldnt care less. You really didnt care about anything, even if Venable found you. The last thought you had before you took a very shortlived nap, was how much of a sneaky bastard Langdon truly was.

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[taehyungsgrowl]

Ok BUT IMAGINE Noah having someone in that Outpost that cares for him apart from Gallant and the Grey‘s, takes him to bed with her when he can‘t sleep because of nightmares and so on. And someday Noah takes Y/N with her to an Interview with Michael and he immediately is like: 😍😍 And someday they‘re a cute little family

Michael being 😍 but what if Reader is 😠

Y/N, much like the other residents of the Outpost did not trust Langdon. She felt like she had to be wary around him, unsure if she would do the wrong thing to end up being killed. So for the most part, she just stayed out of his way. She felt lucky that he had yet to call her in for an interview. But who could she complain to? They were all on Mr. Langdon’s time. 

The only shimmer of hope in that dark underground hell was Noah. She remembers trying to explain to the boy how he ended up there without having a real explanation. So she did the best she could to turn their stories into fairytales rather than the nightmare it really was. Y/N had never really thought of herself as the “motherly” type, but his sweet vulnerability made it impossible for her not to care for him. Even the ditziest of the residents had taken a liking to Noah.  She doesn’t know what they would have done so many months without him. 

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She slept as peacefully as she could on her uncomfortable Outpost mattress - is was the little things she missed the most. What she wouldn’t do for her Bed, Bath, and Beyond mattress topper now. 

But her sleep was interrupted by a pair of tiny hands shaking her awake, “Y/N. Y/N,” Noah called her name in a hushed tone. “Wake up.” he bounced his knees on the bed, hoping that would get her to wake up. 

She opened her eyes and was met with his. “Hey, buddy,” she sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly. 

Noah tugged on her arm, “We gotta go,”

“Slow down - where are we going?”

Noah pulled his toy, the one Michael had gifted him, and shown it to Y/N. “Mr. Langdon gave me this. You gotta come see him.”

Y/N didn’t even attempt to mask her distrust of Michael. And she worried for Noah wondering what Michael’s intentions were with the child. She couldn’t help the protectiveness that overcame her. 

“Noah,” she sat him down on the bed with her, brushing back his hair. “We have to be careful, okay. We don’t know him.”

“He’s my friend,” Noah pouted. 

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll go talk to Mr. Langdon myself and while I do that you can hang out in here and draw me a new picture to hang up.”

Noah looked down at the bed, but nodded. 

Y/N sighed slipping on her shoes and making her way to Michael’s bedroom in her nightgown. 

She planned on giving him a piece of her mind. 

She knew what the other interviews were doing to the other residents - the psychological games and manipulation. She’d be damned if she let Michael do that with a child. 

Y/N swung open his door without knocking. To her surprise, he was already awake. He stood in front of his mirror, dressed in black from head to toe, his blonde waves brushing his shoulders.

“Ah, what do I owe this intrusion to Miss...” he questioned for her last name. 

She stomped closer until she was almost chest to chest with him. She looked up at him, the realization of how underdressed she was creeping in. 

“Leave the kid alone. Anything you need to do is going through me I don’t care if -”

“Excuse me,” he frowned down at her. “I don’t think you have a clue what you’re talk-”

“I do know.” she poked his chest. “I know that you said not all of us were going to make it out of here. And I know how some of the interviews have gone. Noah’s a good kid. Just. Please. Don’t hurt him.” Y/N didn’t expect her tears to start streaming down her face as she spoke. Partly due to the maternal instincts kicking in - the other part having to do with her fear of what Michael would do to her for approaching him like this.

Immediately, much like when he was interviewing Noah, Michael’s walls began to crumble down. His features softened as he took her wrist that was on his chest and set her hand down. 

Something about the way she cared for the boy - the way he wishes someone would have cared for him made his heart tighten. He could sense that despite her own fears, she was there protecting Noah. 

Michael never would have seen this coming from Y/N. He hadn’t gotten to her interview yet, but from the few times he’d seen her around she was not one for confrontation. 

“Hey,” he gently brought his hand up to wipe her tears, anticipating her to flinch away. When she stayed still, he swiped his thumb over her cheek. “I’m not going to hurt him. I promise.”

“Here,” he led her to his chair and knelt down. His eyes scanned down her clothing briefly before he met her eyes again. The soft glow of the candlelight made her look so beautiful. His large hand covered her knee and slowly started to rub comforting circles on it. 

“I admire how much you care for him.” his voice was low. Y/N could describe it as comforting, as strange as she thought. “I want to protect him. He’s just a child.” he said. Those words echoed in his head. 

Y/N nodded, “He is.” she sniffled, slowly looking up to meet Michael’s blue eyes. It was surprising to see him without his red eyeshadow. It softened his look so much, she got lost in his gaze for a moment. 

“He called you his friend,” she told him. She noticed Michael’s smile perk up at that. 

He chuckled softly, “I’m glad he trusts me,” he paused, taking her hand in his, “Do you? Do you trust me not to hurt him - or you for that matter?”

“I don’t know.” she sighed

“I suppose that’s fair,” Michael let go of her hand. “But I give you my word.”

She nodded and sighed deeply in an attempt to relieve her body of the tension she’d been holding. 

They both turned their heads up at the same time when Michael’s door creaked open. Noah came rushing in, crumbled paper in hand, he climbed up on Y/N’s lap. 

“Hey!” she giggled, trying to look like she hadn’t been crying. Michael stayed on the floor, his hand still lingering on her. 

“Look!” Noah held his drawing up for both Michael and Y/N to see. “It’s you, me, and Mr. Langdon.”

“That looks great,” Michael smiled, reaching up to ruffle his hair the same way Y/N always did. 

Y/N watched in awe of Langdon being able to be so tender with the child. she didn’t know if she trusted him completely, but she knew he wouldn't do anything harmful to Noah. And for now that was enough for her. 

Michael invited them to hang out in his room for the morning; he treated them to hidden snacks he had in his luggage. They had a makeshift picnic on his wooden floor. He knew Y/N didn’t trust him entirely, but he had the compulsion to make her trust him. He liked her. He knew he was there for business, but didn’t expect to meet Y/N or Noah to change his plans for the Cooperative. 

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anyway i wasnt gonna tag anyone in this one bc idk if it makes sense / is good BUT i had promised to write more Noah content so. here you go!

PLEASE!!!!! let me know if i should continue it or not!!!

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[my-insatiable-appetites]

Intrigued Part 2

Read part one here❤️

Outpost!MIchael x reader

My Masterlist!

Warnings: Mean Michael, theres no explicit smut in this one, just a little something to progress the story, slight degredation, name calling

Your legs and hips were wobbly and shaky, visibly so, Mallory had even asked you about it, asking if you were okay or if anything had happened. You tried your best to deny it, but you were sure she knew something was up.  

That night Langdon had left you there, disheveled on his desk, left to get cleaned up and redressed by yourself. His cum still leaking heavily out of you, dripping onto the floor. You had pulled your underwear back up, his cum leaking and pooling in them, a feeling that you were sure would last quite a while.  

Luckily, it doesn't seem like neither Mead nor Venable had noticed that anything was out of the ordinary.  

As for Langdon, he hadn’t spoken a word to you since that night, you didn't know what you expected of him, but a word or two would have been nice. Like a goodbye, or something, you would take any interaction you could get from him at this point.  

Since getting locked up in the Outpost, you had become incredibly touch-starved, understandably so. So, the touch and comfort Langdon provided felt so, unbelievably good.  

You wanted him close to you again, even if it was just the brush of a hand while passing him in the hallway, you would take it and cherish it, no matter how pathetic that sounded.

Something about him was, off, he made you hungry, but not in the way one would think. It wasn’t necessarily a sexual hunger either, it felt, different, it was unlike anything you ever experienced. You felt like you knew him, even though that was impossible, right?

His touch left you aching, and you had a feeling he knew this.

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“No need for rules anymore, chaos has won” you heard Langdon say from the other side of the thin sliding doors. You once again found yourself in a bit of a compromising position. You were mopping the floors and dusting the ceiling beams, it's not your fault you were assigned to do it in his office, it's not like you could refuse.  

It's not your fault there was only a sliding door separating the three of you.

You heard Gallant ramble and rant about why he hated his grandmother, and you couldn’t help but agree, she was a bitch.

“So, you like leather” Langdon said matter-of-factly, you had to admit, that one caught you off guard.

“I, like a lot of things” Gallant replied, sounding more confused than anything.  

“Can I ask you something?” He asked, sound both scared and confused at the same time,

“Are you gay? Because I’m getting a real hit off of you” Gallant asked, his voice leaning to the more flirtatious side.

“Does the idea of that excite you?” Langdon shot back, and was met with a quick, nonchalant and very flirty, “Yes, what are you gonna do about it?” from Gallant.

You heard Langdon open the shutters, revealing you.

You were still standing in the midst of the room, mop in hand, still moving and working efficiently. It was a good decision to keep moving while listening to their conversation. You tried to look like you weren’t paying attention, and Gallant may have bought it, but there was no doubt in your mind Langdon knew you had been listening.  

Langdon shot you a look saying ‘Got you’ with a little smirk before turning back to Gallant, who's face had heated up after realizing you might have heard their conversation earlier.  

“Let's continue this conversation another time” Langdon said, sound almost a bit annoyed, now you were curious if it was because of you or because of Gallant.

“What? That’s it? How did I do? Did I get in?” Gallant asked quickly, but was met with no reply.

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“Now, what did I tell you about eavesdropping on other people’s conversations, huh pet?” Langdon said after Gallant had left and after checking to see if he was really gone.  

“T-That I'm being rude?” you stuttered, clearly nervous from getting caught.

“That's right, now why did you do it this time huh? Morbid curiosity? Thought you'd hear something juicy? Come on, answer me” he said, slowly but surely walking closer while raising his voice at you.

You couldn’t talk, not metaphorically, but you physically couldn't talk, nor breathe for the matter,you felt pressure on your throat. The same kind of pressure Langdon had exerted on you during your 'interview’, yet he was still standing a few feet away, arms behinds his back, not touching you.

Your hands went up to your neck, there were indents in what felt like the shape of a hand on your throat, limiting your speech and ability to breathe. He could see you were getting scared, but he could also see how were getting excited.

“Naw, what’s wrong? Cats got your tongue?” he mocked you, smirking at your pleading eyes.

The pressure was released and you fell to your knees, coughing and gasping for breath. You saw his shoes come to a stop in front of you as he leaden down. His fingers wrapped around you chin as he lifted your head so you would look at him. His face mere inches away from yours.  

“Pathetic” he snarled as he harshly let go of you and briskly left the room off to God knows where.

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“So! Who deserves a shot at salvation?” Langdon said enthusiastically to Venable. You were cleaning the banisters of the spiral staircase in the office as they were talking. Since Venable had taken a liking to you, it seems she didn’t mind letting you clean during their conversation. It seems she trusted you enough to keep you mouth shut.

“Lets start with, Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt” He said as he chucked her personal file onto the table and sat down.

“The Vanderbilt girl is a vacuous abomination of inbreeding, she'd be my last choice to propagate the human race” Venable said, you knew she liked to speak her mind, this time seemed to be no different.

She rambled about the purples, how she didn’t like them, and what she saw as their flaws.

“At this rate it sounds like you and I will have The Sanctuary all to ourselves” Langdon laughed. He sighed heavily and stood back up only to waltz over to Venable again.

“There's no need for us to be adversaries, Ms. Venable. Take off your dress” your eyes shot up at them, with the angle they were standing in, you could make eye-contact with Langdon, but Venable had her back to you.

It seems the two of you were equally as shocked.

“I will not!” Venable laughed, seemingly trying to play off her nervousness.

“Part of your cooperation includes a physical examination” even you could tell Langdon was bullshiting at this point.

“You can read my file” Venable said dismissively, clearly not keen on taking her clothing off.  

You were suddenly hit with a wave of insecurity. Did he screw every person he was interviewing, would he have screwed Gallant if you hadn’t been in the room next to them?

“Your file won't show me what I need to see. Your shame. I want to see that part of you that humiliates you the most” he said threateningly while walking around Venable, putting his hands dangerously close to the zipper of her dress.

That was until Venable’s hand shot up to catch his before he could do anything else.

“You won't get a second chance“ he said with pure venom laced in his beautiful voice.

Venable dropped her hand, letting Langdon grab hold of the zipper of her fancy dress, wasting no time in unzipping it.

Was she really letting him do this?

You knew about her back condition, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together, but you had never seen it, the was Venable’s spine twisted in unnatural directions. It looked painful.

Langdon trailed his fingers down the length of her back, “Doesn't it hurt?” he mumbled, it seemed like he was mocking her.

“No” Venable replied, clearly angry and humiliated.

“But does it bring you great pain?“ Langdon asked, though from the tone of his voice, it seemed he already knew the answer.

“Yes“ Venable said, you’d never heard her voice this shaky before, it was very out of character for her.

“Is this part of my test?” She managed to mumble, they were your exact words from the Langdon took you.

“Isn’t everything?” Langdon said, again, the exact same words he had told you. He briefly broke eye-contact with Venable to look back at you. You were now just half sitting on the staircase, cleaning it being the last thing on your mind. You knew he could tell you were nervous.

“So then, do I pass?” Venable said, the words still sounding scarily familiar. 

Langdon leaned in towards Venable, the lips only inch or two apart. You held your breath, yet you didn’t quite know why your were reacting like this. All you could think about was Langdon.

“No” Langdon said.

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What?

AN: I dind’t expect people to actually like this and want a part 2 haha, so well, I’m gonna keep writing this, it’s really fun!

[therenlover]

Fave Evans AHS character? Or your season rankings 💛

Good question!

This is longer than I wanted it to be...

Technically I haven’t actually watched all the seasons yet... I know! I know! I’m working my way through! But I know Evan’s characters well enough to rank them, so that’s what I’m gonna do instead of ranking the seasons! (I hope that’s okay...)

Coming in dead last at 8th place is Kai Anderson! 

I hate him. I know people love him, and that’s fine, but that rat-man can go die in a hole. He’s an awful cult leader misogynist which is bad enough, but to make matters worse he comes from Michigan. I’m originally from Michigan! Like, his part of fictional Michigan!!! I knew people LITERALLY EXACTLY LIKE HIM down to the “men lose energy when they sleep with women, but recharge with other men” comments. Part of me is convinced I know someone who inspired his character honestly. He’s gross, 0/10, I wanna push him off a cliff.

7th place goes to Jeff Pfister! (and Gallant too, let me toss him in here)

I haven’t watched very much of Apocolypse because Coven is the next season on my list! (I’m 3/4ths of the way through Freak Show rn) That being said, I’ve heard Jeff is a pretty bad guy, so he’s gonna have to sit at the bottom with Kai. His dumb haircut is a lil endearing tho, so I’ll give him a free pass. If I were gonna rank Gallant, which I won't cause I haven’t actually watched anything with him in it, he’d go here for now cause he was in Apocolypse with Jeff.

6th place is a nice tie between Mr. Mott and Rory Monahan, another season split!!!

I would rank Rory higher, but he isn’t really around long enough for me to really get to love him like the others. He’s sweet, but I don’t have much to work with in comparison to the higher people on this list. Mott is a terrible dude, like Jeff, and the only reason he’s ranked higher is because he has sillier hair most of the time, and I actually watched the season he’s in. 

In 5th place, in the middle of the pack, is Kyle Spencer!

Okay, I haven't watched Coven yet, but I did do research to write for Kyle in my imagines/read fanfictions with Kyle, and I like him a lot. This might sound terrible, but the idea of someone needing to be nursed back to health from the very worst of situations really really gets me. So do sad little Frankenstein men. Basically, pre-death Kyle is a cutie and Franken-Kyle makes me wanna hand out hugs, so he gets a solid place on the list. 

4th place, in a spot that’s subject to change in the future, is Kit Walker...

Please don’t kill me. Kit is wonderful!!! He makes me smile!!!! He has really cute moments and is the most wholesome of all the Evans! That being said, Asylum freaked me out so bad within the first 3 episodes that I’ve decided to finish it last so I don’t give myself a heart attack lol. Once I finish the season, he will probably rise on the list, but for now, he’s in 4th cause Asylum scares me. 

In 3rd place is Jimmy Darling!!!

This is where things get sticky. I love my top three!!! Jimmy is so good! He gets third probably only because I haven’t finished his season yet!!!!! He makes me happy and I love his little singing and his character and he makes me feel a lot of feelings. I really sympathize with him more than anybody else. His greasy little hair could use a touch-up tho, he looks like the dude from Grease.

2nd is Tate Langdon!

Tate was the first Evan I saw in AHS. I’ve watched Murder House twice now, and both times I fell right into Tate’s sad little emotional manipulator trap. He makes me feel really bad for him, and he wakes up the messed-up kid inside me that just wanted someone to love me unconditionally in a really unhealthy way. He’s also pretty when he cries and I like that in a man.

That leaves, in 1st place, my main fave, James Patrick March!

I’m a true crime girl at heart. Having a fictional serial murderer to simp after is already a blessing in and of itself, but James’ personality is just- ughhhh *chefs kiss* I love him. I love his little accent. I love his hair. I love his quips. He murders with style. He owns my heart and I don’t ever wanna let him go. Hotel was a solid season in and of itself, but he just really held it all together! 

And there you go! All my faves!

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Unholy Chaos (Pt.2)

Word Count:1,214

Warnings: (TW) Suicidal thoughts

Summary: After y/n’s encounter with Michael she has been feeling hopeless and craves nothing more than death because she doesn’t believe there any reason to keep on living.

A/N: This took me two weeks to complete which I can officially say it’s a lot fast than my usual update to any drabble/story. I hope y’all enjoy it, it was fun writing this plus I decided to continue the Unholy Chaos series and make it a miniseries instead of twenty chapters or more. Also it has not been proofread because I just wanted to posted it so please be nice because my grammar is not the best but I try my hardest!

Italics - Will be thoughts

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Weeks passed since she had encountered Michael at the Chapel feeling defeated on the bed her eyes bore directly at the ceiling in the dark filled room, she was currently in. Michael’s words kept replaying in her head “Where’s your god now?”, it made her spine chill in a way she had never felt and as much as she wanted to stop thinking about what he said to her she couldn't; it made her feel completely helpless. Who was Michael? Why did he come to the outpost? Her eyes moved directly to the end of her bed. She sat up observing around her room trying to find out if anyone sneaked their way, possibly trying to scare her but didn’t seem to notice anything out of place. As much as she was exhausted, she couldn’t manage to force herself back to sleep but she had to since she couldn’t be seen wandering around the outpost corridors by Ms. Venable and her soldiers. 

After spending a long time in the bathroom, she finally walked out and headed towards the common area where everyone usually sat and talked among each other for days on end. It was the same dull routine everyday wake up, get dressed, gather in common area, eat, and “hope” to be one of the few chosen that would leave the so-called “sanctuary” with Michael but at this point it seemed like no one in this outpost actually fit the standards that Michael was looking for and everyone was even more helpless than before.

  As of now she didn’t care if she lived or died because she felt like a zombie living with no reason to keep going because every single living thing was long gone, plus almost everyone that survived the nuclear bombings either body mutations or were eaten by feral cannibals outside the outpost. The reflection of the flames from the fireplace made her eyes beam. It was odd how something that once seemed calm and comforting was making her feel like nothing ever mattered. 

 “Dinner is served” Ms.Venable announced, knocking her cane on the floor making it echo throughout the room and loud enough to stop the indistinct voices filling the common area and making everyone face her.

Everyone’s footsteps filled the corridor as they made their way to the dining area and as soon as everyone entered, they were faced by the chaotic man himself sitting at the end of the table with his legs crossed. 

Everyone looked back at Ms.Venable waiting for her to say something. 

 “Mr. Langdon what graces us with your appearance at dinner?” she asked, showing a displeased expression attempting to appear happy with his presence. “He looked at her and smiled like a maniac, “I’m here to join you all for dinner!” he said excitingly. “Please, sit.” He said as politely but she knew that he was far from the charm he was showing to everyone in this room and she was sure that Ms.Venable also saw +through Michael’s facade. 

 Everyone sat down and as soon as they did, they got served with the only once in a blue moon meal and what would be considered an everyday meal if the world wasn’t in an apocalyptic state. Everyone’s face lit up beginning to savor and take in the flavor of the meal they were given. In the early stages of the apocalypse she would be gleaming with joy at the extinct food they were “blessed” and given at the dining table but that joy had slowly faded away with each passing day they were in the outpost.

 Ms.Venable sat on one side of the table and across sat Mr. Langdon, Ms.Venable scowled at him but that didn’t faze him and kept coldly staring at her. Everyone in the table kept exchanging glances between themselves because the tension in the room was intense, they all wanted to leave and eat on their own but Ms.Venable insisted that dinner was to be eaten in the dining room. “So... how’s the application process going?” asked Gallant. Michael’s gaze was broken from the sudden conversation that he wanted to know and trying to break the tension. Michael’s eyes bore into Gallant’s seeming disgruntled at the fact that Gallant was bold enough to ask such a question, when he had already been told by Michael that he wouldn’t let others know how they would be graded. 

 “That’s classified.” Langdon said quickly and coldly shutting down the conversation. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. He was only at dinner for one reason he was trying to observe by seeing right through everyone’s façade. A simple interview would not suffice for him because he was the type of person who would prefer to see others in their natural state without them being afraid to be themselves because truth be told everyone feared Langdon. He knew why they feared him, and he didn’t blame them. He was a force not to be reckoned with because if anyone attempted, they would see the bane of their existence. 

 “Nice job.” Coco whispered to him annoyingly as she elbowed him. y/n attempted to ignore everyone and continued to eat because she wanted to return to her room and just avoid every obnoxious person in this outpost. Why was she even here? Who purchased a ticket to this outpost? She thought about it since day one and she was still as confused as when she got here on the first day but this time without less energy. 

She wasn’t even considered to be part of the middle class back in the old life she once had. Who thought about even reserving a spot for her? 

 I wish I had died back on the first day of the Apocalypse. She thought to herself, maybe just maybe she would have saved herself the time, sadness, hope, and chance of going to a so-called sanctuary that Langdon claims that remains untouched with people repopulating the earth. She let out a silent melancholy sigh hoping no one would hear because once someone did they would start asking questions, if they even cared at this point everyone seems to care about themselves and if they’ll be chosen to go to the sanctuary. 

 Michael peered at her hoping to pick up something from her and he did. He found out how miserable she felt and how badly she wanted to die because there was no reason remain alive, she felt useless, annoyed and wanted to be let out of the outpost so she could inhale that radioactive smell that the outside has and just put her misery to an end. Michael found it intriguing how out of everyone else she truly craved death and wasn’t interested whether she was picked or not for the sanctuary he told everyone there was, it amused him how she was the only one that was questioning his authenticity and everyone else believed every word he told them when in reality there was no such thing. 

 This is going to be interesting. He thought to himself, he observed as she asked Ms. Venable if she could excuse herself from the table since she had finished her dinner,but she denied her and told her to sit back down and just like an obedient puppy,she did.

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