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Dreams for the Wicked and the Pure: Chapter 2

A/N- Thank you guys for all the positive feed back on chapter 1! I honestly was expecting it to get 0 attention so I am quite pleased at it’s response. I hope ya’ll enjoy chapter 2. I am starting a tags list for this series so if you’d like to be added, leave a comment or private message me. Also, I am taking requests so if you want to see anything specific drop by my ask box.

Pairing- Michael x reader

Summary- Y/N, a witch starts having dreams. Weird dreams. A mysterious man appears to her and helps show her who she really is and uncovers lies about her life that she never knew were there. Little does she know she’s meddling with something wicked.

Warnings- suggestive scenes

Chapter 1

You stared blankly at your plate, mindlessly tracing the symbol on your right palm under the tablecloth.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Cordelia’s voice tore you from your sleepy trance.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” You smiled weakly at her and nodded.

“Are you sure? You haven’t even touched your eggs. Usually you’re the first one done with breakfast.” She sounded genuinely concerned which tugged at your heart. Your whole life, even as a young child, no one really gave a damn about you or how you were doing. You were seen as a “freak” and a “mindless monster” thanks to your special gifts. You were tossed aside and left to be forgotten, at least until Cordelia took you in and welcomed you into the academy. You never knew what it was like to have motherly love until you met Cordelia.

“I’m okay, just a little tired I suppose.” You said and took a bite of your toast.

“Did you not sleep good last night?” She asked. You shrugged and wiped stray crumbs from your mouth.

“Just had a bad dream, nothing too serious.” Cordelia stood up and walked over to you. She set her hands on your shoulders and placed a tender kiss on the top of your head. She often told you you were the daughter she never had, and it was moments like these that you really felt she meant it.

“I’m sorry about that. If you want, you can rest today and catch up on what you miss tomorrow.” She suggested. You considered her offer and nodded.

“That sounds nice. If that’s okay, of course.” You looked up at her and saw her warm smile.

“Of course, rest is important for a strong witch like you to be successful.”

“Thank you Cordelia, I really appreciate it.” You stood up and picked up your plate.

“Don’t worry about that, I got it. Just go upstairs and get comfortable.” She took the plate from your hand, somehow not noticing the mark on your hand.

“Okay, thanks.” You smiled and turned to head upstairs.

Once you were in your bedroom you changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top and tucked yourself in between the sheets. You closed your eyes and let out a content sigh. Willing away any bad energies, you finally let your mind rest and you soon fell into a deep sleep.

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Warmth embraced you as your foggy mind cleared. Soft silk sheets enveloped your body. You blinked awake and a heavy feeling of dread weighed heavy on your conscience. You were in a dark room, a small fire in a fire place as well as a few candles the only source of light. You were laying in a large bed adorned with blood red sheets and a black comforter. You flung your legs off the side of the bed and felt the coolness of the floor meet your bare feet. A black night gown made of a thin velvety fabric hugged your curves.

“Welcome back sleepy head.” A familiar voice spoke from a dim lighted corner of the room. You jumped to your feet and faced Michael who was comfortably seated in a plush chair. A cunning smirk pulled at his lips as he took in your stunned state.

“W-wha- How?” You stumbled over your words, trying to make sense of the situation.

“You’re back.” Michael said cooly.

“Yes, I can see that but where exactly is back?”

“Back where you belong, Y/N.” He stood up and walked over to the crackling fire.

“What?” Your voice was shaky despite your efforts to keep your cool. You couldn’t help it, you were frightened.

“You’re seeing a small glimpse of your future, the world’s future.” He said as he stared into the blazing orange flames.

“What does that mean though? How do I belong here? There is so much wreckage, destruction, death, is that’s what to come?”

“Very good Y/N!” Michael turned to face you, his stunning features held a certain level of excitement that worried you. “You’re a smart little thing, aren’t you.” He sounded sarcastic which earned a dramatic eye roll from you.

“You’re still not answering my question.” You deadpanned. Michael’s smile widened and he took a step closer to you.

“Because Y/N, you’re going to be playing a large role in what’s to come.” His words shook you to your core, making you feel light headed.

“N-no! I would never do that! I would never destroy the world, I would never murder innocent people in cold blood!” You cried and stumbled back into the wall. Michael slowly strided towards your shaking figure, stopping only a few inches away. He lifted a hand and brought it up to your cheek, gently cupping your face to make you look at him.

“Oh but my dear, you will. You are going to rain hell fire on this pathetic world and smile while doing it.” His voice was soft and airy, sending chills down your spine.

“No.” You whimpered and closed your eyes as tears threatened to fall. You didn’t want to hear what was coming out of his mouth. You felt the warmth of a tear leak from the corner of your eyes and streak down your face. Michael’s thumb brushed it away as gently.

“Don’t be sad, rejoice in the knowing that you were picked to rule, with me.” You looked up at him with teary eyes.

“Picked?” You mumbled, disgust under-toning your voice.

“Indeed.” His hot breath fanned your face and he trailed his finger down your jaw line.

“By who?” He enveloped your hand in his and turned it around to expose the pentagram on your palm. You looked down and gasped slightly.

“The power you hold inside of you is like no other, Y/N. You aren’t like your sisters, no, you’re much more powerful, much more dark.” He stared fiercely into your eyes as he spoke to you, tracing the symbol on your hand.

“Impossible.” You whispered.

“No, not impossible. Think about it Y/N, how do you think you even got here in the first place? I can tell you that was no good magic at work.” He stepped back, releasing his soft hold on your face and hand and began pacing in front of you.

“Well, I can’t control what my mind comes up with! This isn’t even real, it’s all in my head. None of this is real, you’re not real.” You suddenly felt more in control and stronger. Michael chuckled darkly as he looked at you.

“Tell yourself what you want, but you’ll realize soon enough that this is your destiny, that I’m your destiny.” You swallowed hard as he slowly approached you once more. “But when you do, I’ll be right here waiting.” He was so close to you your noses were nearly touching. His fingers teasingly traced your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I’ll see you soon Y/N.”

Before you could say anything, everything faded away in one fast swoop and you shot up in your bed, a hard loud pounding on your door startling you.

“Y/N! Y/N! Wake up!” Cordelia’s voice called out to you. “And please unlock the door.” With a wave of your hand the lock clicked open and the door swung open.

“What’s going on?” You asked, sleep heavy in your voice.

“Get packed quickly, the Warlocks have called an emergency council.” She opened the closet and pulled out your suit case.

“Why?” You yawned, feeling a little flustered.

“I don’t know, but they said it was urgent. We leave for the get in an hour so please get packed quickly.” She offered you a sympathetic smile before leaving your room, shutting the door behind her.

As you packed for the spontaneous trip, the recollection of your dreams haunted your mind. Maybe they were just that, dreams. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that they were more than that. ‘It’s okay’ you thought as you zipped your bag. ‘maybe this change of scenery will be good for me and help get my mind off of everything.’

Little did you know, things were only about to get worse.

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A/N- Hey guys! Here’s a little smut I managed to whip up. Chapter 2 of Dreams for the Wicked and the Pure will be out soon, hopefully no later than Thursday. Anyway, in the mean time here’s a smutty Hawthorne!Michael fix for ya! Also, if you have any ideas or requests my ask box is always open. I will write almost anything so yeah. Enjoy <3

Warnings- SMUT, mastrubation, degrading, chocking, fingering, oral (male receiving), Hawthorne!Michael, dom!Michael, sub!Reader, tiny bit of fluff (you’ll have to squint)

Soft moans echoed through your room as your fingers danced between your open legs. Your eyes were shut tight as you pretended your fingers were someone else’s. “Michael.” You breathed and rubbed small, fast circles on your swollen, overstimulated clit. “Fuck!” You ran a finger through your sticky arousal and spread your lips apart. You slowly inserted a finger into yourself as images of Michael, the one person you hated the most, ran through your mind.

You hated the fact that Michael, the rudest, most selfish person you knew, who constantly degraded, teased, and mocked you to no end, was the one person you wished was there between your thighs.

Just as you inserted a second finger in and cried out his name, the door burst open, causing you to scream and desperately try and cover yourself with the tousled sheets to no avail. With a simple flick of his wrist, all the blankets on your bed were sent across the room. Michael Langdon stood in the doorway, a cocky smile adorning his handsome features.

“Well. well, well, look what we have here.” He chuckled darkly and leaned against the doorframe. You felt heat blossom in your face (and belly) as his stare bore into your naked figure.

“M-Michael, please go.” You stuttered unconvincingly, and hugged your legs closer to your chest. As much as you’d wanted him only moments before, you felt too embarrassed, too shameful to face Michael at that moment. He tilted his head and sighed.

“Aw, now is that what you really want?” You looked away from him and stared down at the mattress. “Hmm?” He pushed himself from the doorframe and stalked into the room like a predator hunting his prey. “Cause if I remember correctly, you were the one crying out my name only moments ago while you defiled yourself.” He kicked the large, heavy door shut while he continued making his advances towards you. You looked up at him and bit your lip, his intimidating presence sending a fresh wave of arousal to pool at your core. You swallowed hard as you watched him come closer and closer before finally towering over you. He grasped your chin and forced your eyes to his. “Answer me.” He growled.

The pit in your belly only grew as he dominated you. “N-no.” You whimpered and leaned into his touch.

“No what, pet? Be specific.” His grip tightened and his eyes grew dark with lust.

“No Michael, you’re not wrong.” A dark smile replaced his previous stern expression as he released you. You let out a soft whine at the loss of his touch which earned a scoff from Michael.

“How pathetic. The little slut can’t even ask for what she wants and instead has to depend on her own dainty fingers to do a less than half-assed job at making herself cum.” He spat the insult at you and laughed. “Looks like you need to be taught a lesson, slut.” His face was now mere centimeters from yours, making your core absolutely ache.

“Yes Michael.” Without a second thought, you leaned forward and connected your lips with his. A moment later your hands were tangled in his blonde curls as his tongue forced its was between your lips and under yours. He slowly crawled onto the bed and laid you onto your back, allowing your body to be fully exposed to him.You gasped as his cold hand made contact with the warm, smooth skin of your left breast. He pulled away from your lips and relocated to your neck where he instantly began to suck harshly on the sensitive skin. “Michael.” You whined and moved your hands to fondle with the button of his dress pants as you grinded your hips up against his.

He lifted his face from the crook of your neck and gave you a look of warning. “Ah, ah, ah.” He removed your hand from his pants and brought it up above your head as well as the other one, using his large hand to keep your wrists in place. “Don’t be a needy little slut.” His words turned you on, even though they were degrading and you would usually want to punch his pretty face in any other time. “Have patience my pet, I’m going to make sure you’re all taken care of, don’t worry.” He whispered and nibbled at your earlobe. A breathy moan escaped your lips. His hand released your wrists and traveled back down to your chest, giving your right breast the attention it had been neglected.

He kneaded the flesh and tweaked your nipple with his thumb and fore finger. He trailed hot, wet kisses from your jaw down to your other breast, swirling his tongue around the nipple and sucking bruises on the supple flesh. You closed your eyes and threw your head back, trying to resist the urge to seek out some sort of relieving friction.

“Fuck, Michael, please!” You whimpered and ran your fingers through his hair. His blue eyes glanced up at you through hooded eyelids as he released your nipple with a loud pop. He crawled back up your body and kissed you hard. He traced the middle of your stomach down to your pubic bone, ghosting his finger tips over your core.

You let out a moan when he barely tapped your clit, sending waves of electricity up you spine. “You like that you little slut? You like when I touch you like this?” He began rubbing slow, dramatic circles on your clit, making it hard for you to breathe. You tried to respond, but all you could manage was a frantic nod of your head. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I quite heard you.” His tone was low and mocking.

“Y-yes.” You muttered. Michael chuckled and withdrew his hand. “No, no, please Michael.” You cried. You didn’t care that you sounded needy, you were already overstimulated from before Michael even came into your room and now he was denying you a simple release. You felt tears staining your face as you pleaded with Michael.

“Did you really think I was going to make this easy on you, pet?” He asked and stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, tracing your jaw down to your neck and collar bone, his touch making you shiver. You were a whimpering, blubbering mess, not even caring if you were making a fool out of yourself.

“Michael, please.” Your shaky hands worked at the buttons on his shirt. You managed to unbutton all the way, exposing his defined chest and abdomen. He watched you as you traced your fingers across his pecks and abs before settling at the hem of his pants. You looked up with pleading eyes, begging him to let you continue. “Please.”

“Are you begging me?” He cockily asked, quirking an eyebrow in question.

“Yes god damn it!” You yelled, finally having enough of his attitude. “Just fuck me already you asshole!”

His eyes darkened and he lunged forward, his face so close to yours but just barely touching. His hand was wound around your neck just enough to make a pool of wetness grace your cunt. His hot breath fanned your face and his unbuttoned shirt tickled your stomach. “I think you need to learn when and when not to talk, pet. You know I was going to let you have what you wanted but then you had to go and open up that pretty little mouth of yours.” He whispered and put more pressure on your neck.

“I’m sorry.” You chocked out, fluttering your eyelashes at him hoping he’d finally give in and fuck you blind. But of course, Michael Langdon liked to keep things complicated. He let out a low ‘hmm’ before releasing his hold on your neck and sitting up. He quickly did away with his shirt and finally undid his pants, pulling out his hard cock, it’s tip an angry purple and leaking with pre cum. The sight had you drooling.

He looked at you as he pumped his cock a few times. He crooked his finger and beckoned you to sit up. “Come here, pretty girl. Come show me exactly how sorry you are.” You instantly sat up and crawled up to where your face was level with his cock. You took him in your small hands and stroked him up and down. You licked your lips before placing them on his tip. Your eyes fluttered close as you focused on taking him as deep as you could. It wasn’t long before you were gagging on his length. You lifted your head up a bit, relieving the gag. You bounced you head up and down, using your tongue to trace the long thick vein on the underside of his cock.

Groans of what you assumed could only be approval escaped Micael. He laced his fingers in your hair and helped guid you. You looked up at him, seeing his furrowed eyebrows and parted lips. The sight of you on his dick like you were made him want to just throw you down and fuck you until you saw stars and the only name you could remember was his.

Spit dribbled down your chin and you felt the intense ache in your core throb as you sucked Michael with all that you had.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He grunted and tousled a hand in his own hair. The way he said your name only made you feel more turned on. You moaned, sending vibrations through his cock making him twitch in your mouth. “Shit.” He hissed.

Needing a breath, you pulled yourself off of him and leaned back on your heels. Michael cupped your jaw and pulled you up to his lips. He kissed you feverishly and bit your bottom lip, drawing blood. He pushed your shoulder down, forcing you to lay on your back once again. his hand traveled down to your aching heat, inserting two fingers without hesitation.

A satisfied moan urged Michael on. He pumped his fingers in and out while simultaneously rubbing your clit. You didn’t bother trying to hold in your moans of pleasure. “Michael.” Your voice was high and needy. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my fingers pet?” His blue eyes bore into your y/c/e ones. You nodded fervently while biting your bloody lip. His pace sped up and he scissored into you. It didn’t take long until you were cumming onto his fingers, yelling his name and a chain of curses into the room. He allowed you to ride out your high before pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them to his mouth where he sucked your juices clean. “Mmm, delicious.” He purred.

He placed his lips on yours, allowing you to faintly taste yourself on his lips. “Michael, I need you, please. Fuck me.” Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, the ache in your core needing more than just his fingers. To your surprise, Michael didn’t say anything snarky or anything at all. His only response was rubbing the tip of his cock through your wet slit, teasing your entrance.

He was big, you not only knew by sight but by how he felt earlier in your mouth. You were worried about the pain that was about to come, but were even more eager for the pleasure it would bring with it. As if Michael could sense your worry, he stroked your cheek gently and leaned down to your ear. “Just relax pretty girl.” He whispered before slowly thrusting into you.

“Fuck.” You whimpered as your walls fluttered around him. He stretched you out to your limits, filling you up to perfection.

“You okay?” He demanded as he began rocking back and forth into you. You nodded and placed your hands on his shoulders, feeling a thin layer of sweat adorning his skin. You rocked your hips to meet his at his increasing pace.

“Fuck Michael, harder.” You grunted between your moans and yelps. With a groan of acknowledgment, he snapped his hips roughly into yours. His pace was fast and rough, causing your eyes to roll back and your mind to become hazy. Michael’s grunts only added to the pleasure. “Oh my god.” You gasped as he hit a certain spot that made you see stars. “Right there, yes Michael!” You encouraged him and scraped your nails down his back.

He hastily lifted one of your legs over his hip and rammed into your drenched cunt, hitting your g-spot over and over and over again until the coil in your belly snapped without warning. Waves of euphoria washed over you as screamed Michael’s name. It wasn’t long before Michael followed with his own orgasm, filling you up with his cum.

Neither of you moved as you came down from the rush you both just had. Michael’s heavy breath fanned your collar bone and his sweaty body heaved above you. You lazily ran your fingers through his hair as you gradually caught your breath.

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as you took in the situation you were in.

“What’s so funny?” He looked up at you and pulled out. You shifted and shook your head.

“Nothing, just surprised that just happened is all.” Michael let his own laugh out as he fell to his side.

“Well, it was only a matter of time before you gave into me.” He sighed and wiped his face with his arm.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, the lust fading and your usual feelings for the boy creeping back up.

“Oh don’t act like you never thought about this before. Hell, I know you’ve wanted me to fuck you silly since the moment you laid eyes on me.” He said and smirked at you. Your jaw fell slack out of shock from his accusing words.

“You don’t know shit, Michael.” You shot back. He propped himself up on his elbow and quirked an eyebrow.

“Oh and you do?” You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“Get out of my room Michael.” You sighed.

“Whatever you want, slut.” He winked at you before getting up and retrieving his clothes. You tried to not watch him dress himself but you found it hard to ignore the sight. Once he was fully clothed, he grabbed the sheets from the floor where he threw them earlier, and tossed them on your bed. “See ya later Y/N.” He smirked and opened the door. “If you ever want a round two, you’ll know where to find me.”

Before you could say anything else he left the room and shut the door with a loud bang. You groaned and rolled onto your back, rubbing a hand down your face. You laughed and sighed. “Oh Michael Langdon, what are you doing to me?”

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fangirltrash18 · 4 years

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Hi! Just some friendly advice. On your recent multi-chapter series you’ve tagged it Xavier Plympton. Will he be included? If not you should probably remove him from your tags because it is not fair. Have a great day!

Hi anon! Thanks for the advice. I tagged Xavier because personally, I’ve read countless fics about Michael with that tag so i assumed it was just a normal tag to use. Also, I know I sometimes look through the Xavier tag to find Michael fics that I may not have seen so I put that to accommodate other people like me. I think I will still use it. If it bothers you I am truly sorry, but I honestly don’t see what’s so bad about it. I mean, Cody Fern plays both characters in the same universe so I don’t see the problem with tagging Xavier.

Again, thank you for the advice. I don’t want to offend anyone and I don’t mean to come off salty or anything, but I think I justified my actions. If I get more complaints about it, I’ll certainly take it off. <3

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Dreams for the Wicked and the Pure: Chapter 1

A/N- So this is something a little different. This is my first muti-chapter fic based around AHS Apocalypse’s Michael Langdon. I am currently obsessed with this show at the moment so I am really excited to put this out. I altered the storyline from the show a bit, just a heads up. Tell me what ya’ll think and if this is something I should continue. Anyway, I hope ya’ll enjoy! <3

Warning- none... yet

Chapter 2

Darkness. Overwhelming darkness. You struggled to see, to hear, to smell. You stumbled over bodies that lay beneath the rubble that littered the ground below you. Smog, so thick it concealed everything from sight, rested heavy in the sour air. You knew you were in a dream but everything felt so real.

“Hello?” You called out, your voice rough and cracked. “Cordelia? Violet?” You stepped cautiously in a random direction feeling the hair on the back of your neck raise. You weren’t alone. You could sense a dangerous energy nearby but it comforted you as well, knowing you weren’t completely alone in this strange place. “Hello? Who’s out there?” You glanced around, trying desperately to find the person you were sensing.

Silence. Only the echoes of your desperate cries filled the night. You stood still, your heavy breaths slicing through the deadly silence. You knew you weren’t alone, you just didn’t know who was there.

Distantly you heard foot steps, slow and heavy, crunching over the rubble a few yards away. You turned to see a tall silhouette of a man approach you. You watched as he got closer and closer, slowly becoming more visible. He wore a black suit and his hair was blond and curl, framing his face in neat waves. When you could finally see his face, you noticed his confused expression. He stopped a few feet away from you, scanning you up and down.

“Who are you?” He asked. Unlike you, his voice was smooth and light as air. You cocked an eyebrow in question and peered at the man about 10 feet away from you.

“I think the question is, who are you? After all, this is my dream, no, nightmare we’re in.” Your voice was laced with sass, making the man chuckle darkly.

“I’m afraid you’re mistaken, you are the one impeding on my dream.” He said and stepped closer. Now you were even more confused and albeit, afraid.

“What do you mean, your dream?” You asked and took a step away from him.

“I mean, you don’t belong here, little girl.” The nickname was said condescendingly. He laced his fingers together behind his back and continued slowly making an advance towards you. “So who are you?” You studied his face which was void of any obvious emotion other than confusion and maybe a hint of annoyance, you honestly couldn’t tell.

“My name is Y/N.” You sighed, deciding that you might as well try to be civil with the arrogant man.

“Y/N.” He repeated, drawing the word out, almost as if he was dissecting it within his mind. “Beautiful name.”

“Thanks.” You said a bit sarcastically. “And you are?”

“Michael Langdon.” He stepped closer and held his right arm out to you. You hesitantly placed your much smaller hand in his large one, surprised when he brought it up to his lips and placed a lingering kiss on the back of it.

“Pleasure.” You said as he released your hand. His electric, light blue eyes met yours, sending shivers down your spine and to your core.

‘Jesus Y/N, get a hold of yourself!’ You scolded yourself internally. Michael chuckled and began walking past you.

“So Y/N, why do you think you’re here?” He questioned. You decided to follow him, not really seeing any other option at the moment.

“Um, probably because in my current unconscious state, my brain has made up a weird scenario using thousands of my deepest memories and subconscious thoughts.” You said, sass dripping from your tongue. Michael peered over his shoulder at you and let out a breathy laugh.

“You’re funny.” He snickered and looked back in front of him. “But on a serious note, why do you think your brain has conjured up this specific scenario out of all the other ones it could have come up with?” You pondered his question, stepping cautiously over a dead body covered in rubble and debris.

“I don’t know.” You whispered, mostly to yourself.

“Well, lucky for you, I think I have the answer as to why you’re here.” Michael stopped abruptly and turned around to face you. You noticed that your surroundings had changed. You were no longer on the street of Miss Robichaux's Academy, instead you found yourself standing in a field covered in a thick layer of smog. You could faintly see a large, circular structure behind Michael.

“Where are we?” You asked, feeling unsure about the situation. Michael smiled and motioned for you to continue to follow him.

“I’ll explain everything once we’re inside.”

“Inside?” You mumbled, confused where ‘inside’ was. Michael led you into an opening on the circular structure and around a spiral until you were met with a large black door. With a wave of his hand, the door slid open, revealing a white room. You were taken aback at the fact that he just used magic to open the door but then again, you were in a dream, you reminded yourself. He walked inside and glanced back at you. You felt hesitant, not sure it was very safe to go in.

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.” He said as if he could read your mind. His voice was soft and gentle, giving you a sense of comfort almost. You took a deep breath and followed him in. As soon as you had fully entered, the door slid back shut with a loud bang. You jumped, startled by the noise. Michael let out a low laugh, amused by your jumpiness. You glared at him and rolled your eyes. “Scared?” You scoffed and stepped further into the room.

“Not in the slightest.” The lie rolled off your tongue as easily as your heart beat. Michael smirked and stepped closer to you, towering above you.

“How do you know you shouldn’t be?” His words caused your heart to pump faster and you mouth to run dry.

“B-because, you’re not real. You’re just in my imagination. It’s all just a dream.” You mumbled as you stumbled back and into the wall.

“If that’s what you want to tell yourself, Y/N, then sleep well.”

You jolted awake, heart pounding at a ridiculous fast pace and sweat glistening your skin. Your breath came in pants as you tried to calm yourself down. The events of the nightmare replaying through your mind only made you more anxious. You had so many questions and so few answers. You had never had a dream remotely like that. Unlike your usual blurry, nonsense dreams, this one was so vivid, so real. Almost as if you really were in the dream, almost like real life.

You could still smell the pungent air and taste the sourness of it on your tongue. You could still feel the crunch of debris at the bottom of your feet and the hand of the man so called Michael. You looked at your palm and almost screamed at the startling sight. There, embedded on your palm was a pentagram with the words ‘All hail Satan’ written beneath it. You bit your lip, desperately trying to hold back the scream begging to come out.

“What the fuck!” You whimpered feeling tears sliding down your flushed cheeks. Confusion, fear, disbelief, and several other emotions ran wild in your mind as you continued to stare at the unholy mark on your palm.

One thing was clear, your dream, rather, nightmare, was trying to tell you something. What? You had no idea. All you knew was that you had that dream for a reason and you weren’t sure you wanted to find out why.

So what did you all think? Should I continue this or scrap it? I have an idea of where I want to take it but idk if anyone would want to read it. Anyway, thanks for reading! <3

#michael langdon imagines #american horror story #ahs apocalypse #cody fern #michael langdon #american horror story 1984 #xavier plympton #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon smut

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fangirltrash18 · 4 years

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I literally just rewatched ahs Apocalypse for the 3rd time since it’s been on Netflix. Do I regret it? Nope! Am I a whore for the beautiful antichrist? Yes, 1000%!

#american horror story #american horror story apocalypse #michael langdon imagines #micael langdon #micael langdon fanfics #addicted

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fangirltrash18 · 5 years

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omg 😞 hope your mom gets well soon! 💖

Thanks bub ❤️

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fangirltrash18 · 5 years

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Hey! New imagines coming soon! Sorry I’ve been gone so long. I’ve been home talking care of my mom who had a really bad accident. She’s starting to recover but she still needs help. Please pray for her!

I’m hoping to have something up tonight and maybe one tomorrow?? I’m going to try my hardest!! Love you all<3

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Desperately need inspiration🙏🙏

I wish you would write a fic where...

Send me an anymous (or not) summary of the fic you wish I would write. (maybe I will write a tidbit)

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Lana Del Rey has broken me. I literally can’t stop listening to her, it’s starting to mess with me. Like the amount of inspo this woman has given me for upcoming fics is insane. It’s more than I’ve ever had haha.

Ok imma go now. Hope y’all are having a blessed day!

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Nothing Lasts Forever (g.d)

A/N- Hola mis amigos! Welcome to my second Grayson fic! I am so excited to write this I literally have jitters haha. I have been sitting around with this idea for like a week and I can’t wait to share it! Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings- angst, angst, ANGST (also drinking)

Summary- Being best friends with one of the biggest YouTube stars (as well as one of the worlds most eligible bachelors) isn’t as easy as it may seem, especially when you’re secretly in love with them. Through thick and thin you’ve been there for Grayson, but what happens when he falls in love with someone who’s not you?

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Have you ever loved someone so much that you would do anything in the world just so they can be happy? Well I have, and it kinda sucks.

Ok, ok let me give you some context so I don’t sound like a complete selfish bitch.

Grayson Dolan is my best friend. Yes, the Grayson Dolan. You may know him. Him and his twin, Ethan, are kind of a big deal around YouTube. Anyway, we’ve been glued to the hip since pre school and have grown up together. I got to witness first hand his ride to fame and all his triumphs, on and off the internet. I also witnessed his mental struggles the fame brought, the death of his beloved father, among other things that brought him down.

Just as I was there for him, he was there for me. Through all my highs and lows, he was right beside me to guide me and be my voice of reason.

The thing with friendships and people is, they grow and become richer with time. They blossom into something so beautiful and amazing that nothing can ever ruin them.

Or so it feels like.

It’s funny how within such a small amount of time, you can go from having everything, to nothing. Almost like you’re entire past, present, and future is pulled right out from under you, leaving you with that deep feeling of emptiness.

That’s how I feel now as I lay on my couch, reminiscing about “the good old days”.

My vision is blurry from the hours worth of tears and my nose is so raw from all the tissues, it hurts to sniffle.

It was hard to believe that only hours ago I was as happy as could be.

“Grayson s-sto-stop!” I laughed and tried to wiggle away from his deadly tickles.

“What’s the magic word?” He asked and continued his harmless assault. I tried several times to get the simple ‘please’ to come out of my mouth but only loud laughs escaped instead.

“G-gray-grayson p-please!”I cried. The moment that word left my mouth the tickle attack stopped. I laid sprawled halfway on the couch while I caught my breathe. Grayson just stared and laughed at my distressed state. “You are an asshole, I hope you know.” I said, only halfway joking.

“Aw, you know you love me.” He smiled and ruffled my hair. Giggling, I swatted his hand away and stuck my tongue out. It was true, I loved him. But not in the way I was supposed to.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I mumbled and slid onto the floor next to him. He laughed and nudged my shoulder. “So what do you wanna do tonight?” I asked. He hummed as he thought.

“I don’t know. You want to go see a movie? Or we could just go get sushi.” He suggested.

“Mmm sushi sounds so good.” I moaned.

“Okay perfect, sushi it is!” He exclaimed and jumped up. He lowered his arms and helped pull me up from the floor.

“Cool. I’m going to go home and change. Meet there in like an hour?”

“Sounds good to me.” He shrugged and walked me to the door. I waved goodbye and hopped into my car. Tonight was going to be a good night, I could feel it.

I was finally going to do it. I was going to tell him I loved him.

But it wasn’t a good night. Not at all. All plans I had of enjoying a night out with my best friend and confessing my biggest secret were crushed with a single phone call.

I was ruffling through my closet when I heard my phone ring across the room. I stopped fussing with the clothes and went to see who was calling. It was Grayson.

I immediately picked it up and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N/N, um I’m sorry to do this but I have to cancel our sushi plans.”

“Oh no, what’s going on?” I couldn’t help the ache in my chest hearing him cancel.

“Well I sorta forgot that I promised E I would hang out with him tonight and help him edit since he’s behind before I made plans, and now he’s on my ass.” He sounded distant which was weird, almost as if he was hiding something. But I ignored it and took him for his word. Stupid mistake.

“Oh, okay don’t worry about it. We can just do it another night.” I said and sat down on the corner of my bed.

“Again, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine Gray, don’t stress about it.” I said trying to not sound disappointed.

“Thanks Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, his voice hopeful.

“Of course.”

“Okay cool, bye Y/N.”

“Bye Gray.”

The line went dead and I sat the phone down beside me. I felt a little upset that I wouldn’t be seeing Grayson that night but I understood why he couldn’t come.

Sighing, I got up from the bed and grabbed a casual dress from the floor where I had thrown it. I slipped it on and put on a little makeup. Just because Grayson couldn’t come, didn’t mean that I couldn’t still go get sushi.

By the time I had finished getting ready and driving to the restaurant I was starving.

I felt a little odd sitting alone but in a way it was kind of nice. I didn’t have to worry about what to say next or anything. It was cool just being on a date with myself. I ate in peace and occasionally scrolled through Instagram, just enjoying my time.

I wasn’t until I heard a familiar voice from the table beside me that I felt uneasy.

“I’ll take a water, what do you want babe?” It was unmistakably Grayson’s voice. I turned my head to see him sitting with a gorgeous woman who definitely wasn’t Ethan. I felt my chest tighten and my stomach drop.

He lied to me. He canceled on our plans to take another girl out.

I grabbed my purse and threw a $50 bill on the table, knowing that that would cover it and leave a handsome tip. I stood up slowly and began walking to the door as casually as possible.

I kept my head down and my strides long and somewhat quick. Thankfully I got to the entrance without notice. I turned to look at him and his date but caught his eye instead. His face paled and his shoulders tended. I just looked at him and shrugged, not really knowing what else to do, before I opened the door and left.

As soon as I was outside I couldn’t help the tears that came. I covered my mouth, trying to quiet the sobs that jolted my body.

“Y/N!” Grayson’s voice called from behind me. Instead of acknowledging him I just sped up. I could tell he was running to catch up which only made me speed up my pace. “Y/N, wait please.” I felt his hand grab onto my shirt to stop me.

Anger boiled in veins and what happened next shocked both of us.

“Grayson just stop!” I yelled and pulled away from him. “You lied to me! Why couldn’t you have just told me the truth and saved me a little less heartbreak?” Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I waited for him to answer.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He whispered. I scoffed and shook my head.

“Bull shit Grayson. You should have just told me the truth. You didn’t want to hang out tonight because you had a date. I get it Gray, you got other priorities, that’s fine. You just shouldn’t have lied to me about them.” His eyes held so much guilt it made my heart ache for him, but at the same time it made me even angrier. “And you wanna know something?” I asked, wanting to finally free myself of all my pent up emotions. He looked at me almost as if he knew what I was about to say. “I was going to tell you I loved you tonight.” I whispered, the anger giving way to more sadness.

“Y/N... I cant. I’m in love with someone else.” I looked away from him and tried to stop the tears. “But you’re my best friend Y/N and I-”

“Gray please, don’t do that.” I said and sniffled. He sighed and took a step closer. He wrapped me in his arms and hugged me close. But it wasn’t the kind of hug I wanted. It was an ‘I’m sorry for you’ hug. One that told me everything I needed to know. I was and always would be considered just a friend.

I forced myself away from his embrace and lightly pushed him away.

“I’m going to go Gray.” I whispered, knowing that after I left nothing was going to be the same between us again.

“Okay.” He said and looked down at my pathetic state.

“Have fun.” I turned around and walked off with the knowing that I just lost my best friend.

Now I’m here, on my couch polishing off a bottle of cheap vodka, tear stained cheeks and tissues littering the floor. I know I over reacted and I hate myself for being so stupid. I screwed up the best thing in my life and there’s no way I’ll be able to get that back. Not with the way I acted. More sobs leave my mouth as I pondered on the thought.

My phone buzzes next to me on the coffee table. I know it’s Grayson calling for the millionth time so I don’t even bother to look at it. I can’t talk to him tonight. Especially with how much alcohol I’ve had over the past few hours.

It’s a bad habit I’ve always had, drinking to numb the pain. Grayson was always there to help curve the urge and break the habit. But now he’s the reason I’m shit faced.

I know I shouldn’t be mad, but I am. I’m a mad, jealous mess and there’s nothing I can do about it. Sure I could bottle it all up and go apologize, but I’d still have to endure seeing him be happy with the girl he loved.

I should have seen thins coming, should have expected it. But I was too wrapped up in my own fantasy that I was blind to notice my best friend fall for someone else. I was blind to all the times he would check his phone when I was around him. I was blind to how he would want to do things less and less. Blind to how “busy” he’d gotten.

Like I said, people grow and sometimes not in the way you want them to. Grayson grew away from me and I didn’t even notice until it was too late.

Now, it’s time for me to grow. To confirm to the change that had taken over my life. Nothing lasts forever, it’s all just temporary; experiences to learn from and memories to cherish.

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Reblog if its okay to message you on anon until I am comfortable enough to reveal myself to you

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Masterlist

I finally got around to making a master list!! I do take requests for all the characters and/or fandoms listed.

Newest content at the top, older stuff is down at the bottom.

✨-requested

🍒-smut/nsfw/suggestive

💥-angst

🚬-drug/alcohol use

American Horror Story

Michael Langdon-

Dreams for the Wicked and the Pure Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Hawthorne!Michael SMUT 🍒

Jason Momoa/ Roles

Jason Momoa-

He Teaches You How To Snowboard

Approval✨💥

Too Real✨

Pictures✨🍒

Wedding✨🍒

Pregnant 💥

Jealous ✨

Fight💥

Best Friend part 1 part 2✨💥

I Don’t Like Sharing✨

Soulmates✨

Arthur Curry-

If Only You Listened part 1 part 2💥

The Dhampir and the Atlantean✨🍒

Lost and Found✨💥

First Time✨🍒

Witch Love✨

Little King

My Girl💥

Declan Harp-

I Love You💥

There will be more to come!

#aquaman #Declan Harp #Arthur Curry #Jason Momoa #masterlist #Khal Drogo #jason momoa imagine #aquaman imagine #khal drogo imagine #arthur curry imagine #dolan twins imagine #grayson dolan imagine #ethan dolan imagine #grayson dolan fanfic #ethan dolan fanfic #dolan twins imagines

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Masterlist?

I’ll work on one😁

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Best Friend Part#2 (Jason Momoa x Reader)

Here’s part 2! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you all have fun reading it! Sorry it literally took me a million years.

Rating- T

Warning- Angst and fluff

You laid in your bed and stared at the spinning fan above you. Thoughts about what happened earlier in the night plagued your restless mind. Jason’s confession, the kiss; what did that mean for your friendship and your future? Did he even mean anything he said and did? Would he even remember any of it?

You turned to your side and looked at the time on your phone. 4:20 a.m. You scoffed and threw yourself back onto your back. You thought you were done with this ‘staying up till the crack of dawn thinking about the man you could never have’ thing. But of course, Jason had to throw you a MAJOR curve ball and force your heart on an emotional roller coaster.

It figured, just as you were set on getting over him, he decided to confess his drunken love to you. You looked at the door which was open halfway and contemplated going out and waking Jason up, demanding he give you an explanation as to why he thought it would be a good idea to come and confuse your poor heart. Ultimately, you decided that that probably wasn’t the smartest idea, and that whatever you wanted to say could wait until the sun came up.

Flipping away from the door, you closed your eyes and pushed all the thoughts of the sleeping man on your couch away. You focused on the calming sway of the ceiling fan and the breathe of the wind from your open window. Finally, sleep took over you.

The annoying shrill of the alarm tore you from your peaceful slumber. Sitting up, you rubbed the remaining sleep from your eyes. The events of the previous night flooded your memory, making you jump out of bed and hurry to the living room. You crossed your fingers, hoping that Jason hadn’t already left and was willing to talk.

Once you entered the room you saw that he hadn’t left yet, but was snoring away on your couch. You quietly made your way to the kitchen and poured him a glass of water and busied yourself with making some strong-ass coffee; the best cure for a hangover you had come to learn.

As the coffee leaked into the pot, you heard Jason’s snoring come to a stop. You looked up to see him slowly sitting up and holding his head. You grabbed the water and a couple Advil and made your way to the waking man.

“Hey.” You said softly, as to not make his head pound anymore than it already was. He looked up at you with his sleepy eyes and smiled.

“Morning.” He said, his voice deep and husky from just waking up. You handed him the water and pills then sat in the seat across from him. “Thanks Y/N/N.” While he swallowed the capsules you had a sense of deja vu from the previous night.

“I’m making coffee if you want some.” You muttered, trying to start some sort of conversation.

“Thanks.” He said and nursed his water. You bit your lip, dying to ask if he remembered anything from the night before, but too nervous to actually do so,

You cleared your throat and patted your hands against your thighs. “I’ll go get it then. You can just sit if yo-” You went to stand up and go to the kitchen but Jason stopped you.

“Y/N wait.” You turned to face him, not sure what was coming next. “Did I- what happened last night?” He asked and looked at you with confused eyes. You sat back down and looked at him while trying to figure out what to say.

“You don’t remember anything?” Your heart beat faster in hopes that he might recall his actions. He shook his head. “Okay, well I mean you were completely trashed and you said- a lot.” You told him.

“Like what?” He asked, desperation evident in his voice.

“You told me that you loved me and then you kissed me.” You rushed out. You stood up and went to the kitchen to get the coffee. Jason stood up and followed you.”

“Y/N-”

“Look, I know, you didn’t mean it. Don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to.” You gave him a small smile and handed him a mug. He swallowed thickly and looked down at the counter top.

“And what if I did?” It was so quiet you barely heard it.

“I- um.” You stuttered. You were at a complete loss for words.

“Never mind, stupid question.” He laughed and took a sip of the dark liquid. You stared at him and contemplated your options.

You could either tell him how you truly feel and hope he feels the same or you could bite your tongue and possibly miss out on a great love.

You decided that the risk needed to be taken and the words that came out of your mouth felt like a ton of bricks being lifted off your shoulders. “Jason I love you.” His head shot up and his hazel eyes met yours. “I have for a long time and I was always scared to tell you because I know I don’t compare to any of the other girls you’ve been with and I just-”

His lips crashed against yours before you could even finish. You gasped but welcomed his lips against yours.

A few seconds later he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. “Y/N, you’re the only woman I have ever loved. All those other girls were to get my mind off of you because I always thought you deserved better than me. I’m sorry I was such a blind asshole.” He said and stroked your cheek. You smiled and pecked his nose.

“You’re not an asshole.” You chuckled. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“I’m sorry it took us this long. Can I try and make up for it with a date?” He asked and pulled back to look at you better. You nodded and smiled.

“That sounds great.” You chuckled. He gave you a toothy grin and kissed your forehead.

You had finally gotten the love of your life.

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