Shy!Hawthorne!Michael Masterlist

Shy!Hawthorne!Michael Masterlist

hey so my masterlist was getting a little long so this is just so i can add a link to my masterlist w all* the shy!hawthorne!michael concepts/blurbs

Jealous Shy!Hawthorne!Michael

Giving Shy!Hawthorne!Michael a massage

Shy!Hawthorne!Michael misses your affection

Giving Shy!Hawthorne!Michael a blowie*

Shy!Hawthorne!Michael kisses his crush

Shy!Hawthorne!Michael introduces his bf to Ms. Mead

Shy!Hawthorne!Michael takes a nap w his crush

Shy!Hawthorne!Michael tells Ms. Mead about his crush

Shy!Hawthorne!Michael and his crush

Shy!Hawthorne!Michael feat. Lipstick

Shy!Hawthorne!Michael goes down on his bf*

Semi!Shy!Hawthorne!Michael kisses a boy w a girlfriend

Shy!Hawthorne!Michael dirty talks w his boyrfriend

Shy!Hawthorne!Michael explores PDA w his boyfriend*

Shy!Hawthorne!Michael feat baby blue panties

Drunk!Shy!Hawthorne!Michael

y’all remember that time Captain America laughed at Superman for eating cookies at the oscars

Masterlist (so far...)

The Impossible Conclusion- Bucky Barnes X OC

Koletta Amirite is a mutant who lives in a world where having a tattoo of your soulmate is normal. (Post-Endgame, Everyone is alive because fuck the Russos) 

Intro 1 2

Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn’t always roll that way.

Michael Langdon was smol and they took advantage of that

I'm finna do a damn essay on the multiple points in which Michael Langdon could've been saved but because everyone around him was shit to the smol bean, he is now fully satanic. Like he could've been good. So many points to make.

So, I'm going to be doing that essay. Now.

They killed Ms. Mead. I feel that if the witches didn't kill Ms. Mead, he wouldn't have been like aye I'm gonna now completely turn to my father because I'm lost, but I'm not gonna turn to you guys either cause you killed my only mother figure.

Michael's mom rejected him. I understand how resentful you could be (especially if the baby is the child is the outcome of rape and thats a whole other conversation to have within itself) but, when you see how Michael is, you'd think just maybe Vivian would want to at least talk to him. Say hi. And I think if he had a mother figure before Ms. Mead he'd be less likely to go with the 3 dickwads. Vivian should've realized that hey, even if you do stab him. He ain't gonna just fuck off forever. And also, if you'd guide him to the right path maybe he wouldn't turn to someone else for comfort.

Constance should stop trying to be a mother. Do I really need to explain this one?

Tate also rejected Michael and yelled at him. Tate is honestly a hypocrite. Like baby, what are you doinnnng??? If you hate that your "son" is being evil and shiza, try talking to him. Like if he looks up to you, obviously, teach him not to make your mistakes.

Ben is a shit therapist and person, enough said.

Violet is the only one who I can't say anything bad about, cause she didn't do anything to him, but if she would've talked to him then that could've been another relationship tying him down to do good things.

Cordelia was honestly being horrible to him then tried to pull the "I'll help you be good" out of her ass

Ariel, the Warlocks, his followers, and INCLUDING MS. FUCKING MEAD all used him and only "cared" for him because of either his power or the fact the he was the son of Satan

Mallory should've just sucked it up and made friends with Michael. Maybe even show him love. Show him how to use his powers because although she isn't the son of Satan, she does have a certain power that she can teach. Guide him to use from the light and maybe even stop the end of the world.

AND EVEN IF SHE DID GO THROUGH WITH KILLING HIM. CONSTANCE COULD'VE AT LEAST TAKEN HIM TO THE MURDER HOUSE. Not only would this put the whole anti-christ thing on hold, but he would've had to eventually reconcile with Ben, his mother, and Tate. If they would've just TAUGHT HIM RIGHT AND WRONG INSTEAD OF YELLING AT SMOL BEAN.

The Impossible Conclusion - Chapter Two

Intro 1 

A/N This is short, but I’m updating again tonight. This is a little more on the fluffy and happy side. Bucky will be coming in soon in the future; currently thinking next chapter. If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters please let me know!

“Never no tears for that sucker Only one dick, that's a bummer Dancing all night, get guys' numbers”

I swung my hips around, exaggerating my silly dance tenfold while getting water everywhere washing dishes. 

My shirt was sopping wet and I probably looked like a rat considering my hair only seemed to try and curl awfully after getting even the slightest bit wet.

“Baby, no tears for that sucker We'll never go dry this whole summer Wanna get over, get under”

“I really hope you’re not singing that about you-know-who?”, an amused voice belonging to Natasha sounded behind me. 

“Jesus!” I yelped, splashing even more water on myself and the kitchen floor before promptly glaring at the smirking red head. Huffing, I continued on with my scrubbing, this time not dancing like a fool. 

I glanced to the side of me when she came to lean against the counter, like waiting and watching prey, to see if I’d say something. 

“You know he’s not Voldemort, right?” A short silence was filled with spoons and forks clinking together as I washed them next.

“You can say his name, Nat. Today was a...tolerable day and I wanna get out of this- whatever this feeling is. I hate feeling like I can’t get out of bed in the morning.” I glared down at my soapy and pruned hands. She didn’t say anything the whole time I spoke and when I looked at her I realized she was looking out the window. 

She’s done that before. Stare off into nothing and normal people wouldn’t ask or think anything of it, but being her friend, I knew exactly why. Nat was thinking of her own soulmate and how she would never know him. His or her, never asked, name was burned off of her skin at a young age to protect any weakness from herself and others getting to her. I knew she thought how I was acting was selfish, but at the same time, she understood. 

Flicking my hands to get remaining water off before drying them off with a towel. I put my hand on her shoulder, causing her to blink, and finally look at me. Her eyes seemed hollow but tears were swimming in them. 

I pursed my lips together, smiling sadly. 

“I know things haven’t been okay. Even after everything.” I paused before sliding my hand down her shoulder until my arm was back at my side. “I love you, Nat. You’re like my sister. You are my sister.”

She smiled then, slowly and one little tear found its way down her cheek before she leaned in to hug me. 

“I love you too, Koletta.” She leaned out of the hug, fast, her long red hair almost hitting me in the face. Her smile was wide now and despite her watery eye, she looked happy. “Damn, this whole war thing has made me soft, huh?”, she choked out before wiping a stray tear. 

Straightening up after I thought about what I wanted to ask; what I needed to ask. 

“Natasha, do you think that it would be alright if I went to Morgan’s birthday party in my tactical gear-” Her eyes widened with excitement as her hold on me got tighter. “-but less knifey and I won’t even bring my glock- UGH.” I didn’t get to finish my teasing because my body was being constricted like a damn python. 

I heard a giggle over Nat’s shoulder and I stood on my tippy toes to see Wanda holding her giggles in, failing to hold them in, while walking down the hallway to her room. 

“BITCH! Come save me from this- AHH!” I didn’t get through my rather vulgar  sentence before I felt Natasha squeeze me even tighter. 

It was usually so out of character for her to be this happy, but I knew it had to do with my depressive state slowly going away. 

Despite her almost breaking my ribs, my smile started to hurt my face it was so big. 

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