Author's note: I just bombed an exam and I'm now home and I've had this idea for some time now. Basically different eras of Micheal Langdon hcs.
Murder House Micheal:
This cunt falls hard and silently in love.
He would
Watch you when you sleep.
Remember EVERY FUCKING convo
Pretend he doesn’t care even tho he cares sm its medically mf concerning.
Sit with you in silence .
Lend you his clothes just to watch you in the and when he gets them back ( if he does) to smell your scent on them. (He wouldn’t let constance wash them for days)
Get quitely jealous. (Then the person is never seen again)
Being you “gifts” natures serial killer bouquet
But with you?
Soft. PAINFULLY SOFT.
He’d let you touch his face. His hair. Lay against him. Things he wouldn’t tolerate from anyone else.
And if you kissed him first?
You’d short-circuit the poor bastard. (RIP MICHEAL)
He’d genuinely look stunned for a second because deep down he never fully expects to be loved back.
Hawthorne Micheal:
He knows he's hot and would absolutely use it in his favour.
Constant eye contact.
Smirking.
Low teasing voice
Touches your waist casually just to watch you react.
But hes very possessive.
He’d want:
your full attention
emotional exclusivity
reassurance you won’t leave
He’d absolutely sleep better with you beside him, though he’d never admit it outright. (Cheeky cunt)
The antichrist by destiny. Malewife by instinct.
