Michael Langdon Was Smol And They Took Advantage Of That

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.

Could you do a fluff image with Embry Call and Paul Lahote from twilight with their imprint? (Like they share an imprint if that makes sense?) thank you so much if you can but if not that’s okay too!💜

So sorry for not answering sooner! I’ve been doing midterms so ugh. I wouldn’t be comfortable with like doing a poly imagine but I wouldn’t mind doing it to where the imprint is like platonic but super close with one and romantic with the other? I appreciate your message and let me know if you’d still like me to do this imagine! 

Hi I’m the one that requesting the poly imagine and it’s okay to do one romantic and the other platonic! Maybe have embry be more romantic and paul platonic

I'm posting now! Sorry this took so long, I've been doing midterms so half the time my head is screwed on backwards. Hope you enjoy it!

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

The Impossible Conclusion- Bucky/OC Soul Mate AU

A/N: Hello! Welcome to my series lovely peeps. I’ll try to make each part as long as I can because with me doing school in August, it’ll be hard for me to give this series the attention it deserves. 

  CHAPTER ONE IS UNDER THE CUT 

Parts of the story: 

Introduction 

I spent my days waiting for you, searching the crowds for your face. I stopped breathing the moment you recognized me, as you captured my soul with your gaze. 

~Christy Ann Martine 

Chapter One 

I think the oddest thing in this peculiar world are dreams. They can be about anything, make no sense, or they can turn into nightmares that make you grasp at your sheets at night. Some people can only see in black and white in dreams and some people completely forget they’ve dreamed at all. Journals can be filled with dreams, scary ones and others can be filled with joy. 

I used to be so good at journaling my dreams in a thick black notebook that was collecting dust on my nightstand table until this morning. 

I had the dream again. 

When I met him for the first time, James or Bucky. 

At this point I don’t even know if I was allowed to whisper his name in my mind. I felt silly even though he’s my soulmate. 

“So Wakanda, what’s that like?” Rhodey was bumbling like an idiot at this point. It was silent in the jet on the way to the beautiful land or so Steve mumbled to me about the place once I had arrived silent as usual, fighting the curve of a smile on my lips when I saw Nat. 

I knew Bucky was there. That he was recovering. It’s all I could focus on, never mind the rejects new styles they had going on. 

And according to Natasha giving me a not-so-subtle heads up in front of the team as well, that he knew who I was. 

He’d never seen me in pictures or even heard my voice on the many news channels talking about my sudden disappearance. But he knew I existed and that I was indeed coming to Wakanda. 

My cheeks were flushed red when I decided there’s no use in hiding my soul mark anymore, choosing to take the hot black jacket I had on, now off, leaving me in a black skin-tight tank top and matching pure black tactical gear pants that felt to be a size too big on me. I never worried about putting armor on. 

And now sitting in the farthest corner, facing one of the many windows over looking outside and down below the jet, all I could feel were Steve’s eyes tracing the name that was very loud on my collarbone. 

I chewed on my lip to fight a smile as I turned to look into his piercing ocean eyes. He was always trying to peak after I confessed who my soulmate was when I met him shortly after the Battle of New York in 2012.

“Hey old man, how have you been?” My voice was quiet and my smile was sheepish as his eyes softened and he walked a few steps before he was beside me. 

“Could be better.” He continued to stare below my neck, only breaking that stare to look me in my eyes when my black locks blocked his view. “How are you? I mean, how are you feeling with going to Wakanda? Fighting?” 

I faced the window again. I knew he wasn’t really asking about how I was about fighting again or about going to this almost magical feeling land called Wakanda. He wanted to know how I felt about finally meeting him. I didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse, especially in this situation. 

I wanted to lie but instead I sighed and let the emotions I was feeling show on my face. 

“Honestly Steve, I don’t know how to feel. How to be. I mean I’m thirty-two. My whole life I always accepted my other half wasn’t alive and now?” I pursed my lips and didn’t continue, otherwise I most likely would’ve spilled everything out. Rogers was good at that. 

I could feel his sadness for me. Steve seemed to have hardened up through the years, but he clasped his hand on my shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. 

“Bucky knows you exist Kol. And he’s not upset that you do, he’s just trying to get it through his head that he has a soul mate.” Steve looked like he wanted to stay more about that particular topic but instead he sighed and smiled at me, watching as I shuffled from side to side, still not used to affection or touch of any kind for years.  “And stop worrying so much or you’ll get sick and I can’t bring Buck’s best girl to him unhealthy when I’m supposed to take care of you when he’s gone!” 

The statement made me sniffle a giggle because Steve tried to act all serious but the amusement in his eyes set me off. 

Whenever everything was okay and Steve just met the shy girl who was supposed to be his best friend’s soulmate he couldn’t believe it really. They would hang out all the time and whenever I’d get hurt or something as little as refusing to get out of my bed in the morning, he would say things like: 

“Now how am I supposed to take care of Buck’s best girl while he’s gone when you’re being this difficult?” 

Always something to that effect and it never failed to make me giggle like an idiot or make me smile through pain after a mission gone wrong. 

“Hey Koletta, do want any pancakes before we go?” 

Wanda’s voice filtered through the door of my dark bedroom and I could see her shadow from underneath the door.  

I had been writing for so long I didn’t realize that it was getting closer to the acceptable time for Wanda and Natasha to be up and walking around in the compound. 

“No thanks sis, but can you make sure to put on the TV in the living room so I don’t scared of hearing my own footsteps?” 

She chuckled and soon after a small goodbye was heard, she was gone. 

They were going out to see Pepper and Tony, maybe Steve. They tried not to tell me because they knew I would get down even more than I already felt. 

I sighed and winced at the sunlight beaming straight into my corneas from my curtains, obviously not doing their job. 

“You ready?” I felt Natasha grasp my hand as she whispered in my ear. We had landed five minutes ago, but I was frozen in my steps that I knew would lead me to my soul mate. Nat stayed back while everyone introduced themselves or were reacquainted and even though I knew I’d have to be introduced like Rhodey, I kept begging the floor to just swallow me whole right then and there. 

“Fuck no.” I sighed out a shaky breath before taking the first step forward, tightening my grip on Nat’s hand before letting go completely. “But, let’s just get this over with and stab some bad guys while we’re at it.” 

I walked with my head down, causing my raven hair to cover my face, and I could clearly hear the commotion around me going on. 

A shiver ran down my spine as I heard a velvet voice chuckle and I just knew. 

“And- Uh this is Koletta Amirite or The Black Dahlia as you know her.” 

Steve’s voice sounded like a distant buzzing sound. Like it wasn’t real and suddenly all I could do was pretend, as I usually do. 

I raised my head and smiled with no teeth, knowing now that my hair was now longer shielding my face...or my mark, that it was definitely clear who I was. I looked at the King of Wakanda first, T’Challa, smiling more widely. 

“Nice to finally meet King T’Challa, Wakanda is a beautiful country it seems.” 

He was smiling or smirking maybe? Either way it looked smug, but in a teasing way. I saw him glance at my mark before his eyes momentarily widened, before he formally introduced himself and welcomed me. 

I could see Princess Shuri not doing anything to hide her somewhat teasing smile beside her brother and I had a feeling I’d absolutely love her personality by the end of all of this. 

And this my eyes swept where I felt I needed to look. It felt like my mind was being tugged at and my heart’s strings were doing everything to remind me that my other half is three feet of the right of me, standing in front of Steve. 

I always wondered how I would have reacted if I had met him, back then I mean. Wondered if fireworks would set off in the sky or if it would feel like nothing happened. Wondered if maybe his eyes would light up with fire in them of passion, love, and all that romantic bullshit. 

But nothing prepared me for seeing the sun shine on his vibranium arm, now golden instead of the silver I’d seen in pictures and videos. No one told me how a few seconds would feel like hours as my eyes fleeted over his still form. And then emerald eyes met a steel blue, my breath hitching momentarily because I forgot to breathe. Fuck. 

He was gorgeous. Breathtaking. So many adjectives could describe him but they would never amount up to just how beautiful he was. 

My body felt like it was weightless, like I was stuck to the ground, and couldn’t move my feet. I felt like I was home finally, like I had just breathed in the breath of life itself. Home.  

His long hair was framing his face well, his strong jawline hidden by a beard that looked well on him. So well on him. His lips were chapped and were a light pink. His tongue swiped over his lips for a second and suddenly I was back on Earth. 

I couldn’t tell what he was thinking by looking over his face for any clues. It was void of any emotion and I knew if I took off the gloves that covered my shaking hands, the same ones that covered my powers up, that if I touched him I would suddenly know exactly what he was thinking. Selfish thinking. 

“James.” I simply said his name, almost down to an impossible to hear whisper. But I knew he heard me because the second I spoke, Bucky’s breath hitched, and his face once void of any emotion was now at ease almost. His pink lips parted and he blinked at me, as if he was expecting me to disappear. 

He didn’t say anything back that day. 

It took me too long to finish that one entry of the continuous dream I would have of meeting him for the first time. I would write a little and suddenly be overwhelmed with anxiety. 

It was one of the reasons I closed myself off from most people nowadays and why I took up a spare bedroom in the Avengers compound, which was now only occupied by Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and me. 

Finally getting up to start the day, I decided maybe today would be better. 

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