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michael langdon - headers (part 17).      ✧ like or reblog if you use/save.      ✧ @dearcardan on twitter.

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Taking MDMA with Michael Langdon [Head Canon]

*Disclaimer: I do not condone the use of illegal drugs. If you chose to do so, do at your own risk*

- Both of you had grown bored of murder house and needed something new and exciting

- "C'mon Mikey it's pretty harmless!" You didn't want to pressure him, but you also knew he would enjoy the experience

- young!Michael was so innocent when it came to this sort of stuff. He watches cautiously as you shake the small bag of white crystals.

- you take his face in your hands. " I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you" you kiss his forehead. He smiles back at you and nods.

- at first Michael can't stand the taste of it as you rub it into his gums. He purses his lips and retches

- you decide to wrap some in a cigarette skin and swallow it with some water instead.

- 30 mins later you're sitting across from each other in the lounge. Michael's dialated eyes meet yours and he gives you a goofy smile

- which starts an uncontrollable giggle session as you both laugh at nothing.

- you play music and Michael watches as you dance on the coffee table, in a world of your own. Your arms flowing as you twirl around.

-he watches you and overwhelming surge of love and lust consumes him

- he intently grabs your wrist, pulling you down off the coffee table. You stumble into his arms

-He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close for a sudden and deep kiss.

- as your tongues entwine it feels as if you're kissing him for the first time. The room is full of swirling colours and fireworks

- his body pressed up against yours feels amazing, you can't help but run your hands up and down his soft skin.

- fucking Michael on mdma is like nothing you've ever felt before. Your bodies and souls become one as they melt together right there on the living room rug

- afterwards, you lay on the ground, your head on Michael's chest as you both stare at the roof, beginning to come down off your high

- he nuzzles his face into your hair, kissing your forehead

- "I Love You" he whispers

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Goodnight n Go

Michael notices when you're having an episode due to the PTSD from your last relationship and calms you down the only way he knows how. 

Pairing: Y/N x Michael Langdon

Warnings: Fluff & Angst (A/N: This is definitely not a completely accurate description of PTSD I’ve tried my best to replicate how I think it would be)

Requested: Yes! (Here)

Prompt: 52

Word Count: 1k (Unedited)

It's bad enough we get along so well Just say goodnight and go

The all too familiar smell of ground coffee beans meddled with your senses, that specific cafe was out of bounds according to your therapist but sometimes you couldn’t help but peer through the glass window staring blankly at the people who had infiltrated your spot.

The man who sat in your seat took you by surprise, his facial features were an exact replica of his, heart rattling against your chest you blinked only to be met with a completely different person.

He was imprinted in your mind, your therapist also warned you about the side effects but it had been years since he was locked away, you didn’t think the pain would linger but somehow he still managed to haunt you. Your guilty conscience weighed on your shoulders, growing heavier each day.

Continuing on, you sighed as the coffee cups began to burn your hands clasping them harder to feel the burning sensation a little more, taking your mind of the small details you kept overthinking.

Michael, right, the boy you were nursing back to health, he was the only thing that really mattered at this point in time. Only a couple more blocks you kept reminding yourself, gaze on the path as you tried to calm yourself down.

Hanging your keys on the beach themed key holder once you entered the house, you began to make your way toward the kitchen.

The blonde haired boy stood at the bench leaning on it, obviously waiting for you to return. His hair was now clean and styled in freshly curled waves that framed his face well. He wore the black turtle neck sweater you had laid out on the bed for him.

Your breath hitched as you stared at him, comprehending how attractive he looked in your ex’s attire which was a thought you weren’t so proud of.

“I uh got you coffee, I’m not sure if you like it but-,” You began to profusely apologise as you handed it towards him, making a fool of yourself.

“It’s fine Y/N, thank you,” He reassured you, taking the coffee cup smoothly out of your hand as you let out an exhale of relief, cheeks dusted slightly pink from your overreaction.

“I’m not used to not getting scolded,” You whispered confessing quietly as you watched him take a sip of the coffee waiting for his reaction to the hot bitter liquid.

“Everything you’ve done for me has been thoughtful, I don't understand why anyone would get so mad at you for doing things like that,” He stated logically, seeming calculated as he placed the cup on the bench.

“It doesn’t matter,” You quickly dismissed, moving past him but before you could you felt his hand grasp your wrist causing you to jerk back almost violently.

“There’s something you're not telling me,” He stated as you turned your head over your shoulder to look at him, eyes glazing over with something that he could recognize as fear which was the last thing he wanted you to feel.

His brows furrowed as he stared at you, his bright blue almost sparkling eyes observing your every word and move once he let go of you. Your gaze remained fixed on the floor, unable to tear it away as you fidgeted uncomfortably under his stare.

“Y/N, hey I’m sorry,” He apologized due to your reaction, trying to break you from your trance as your breathing became erratic.

The feeling of lightheadedness overwhelmed your body while your eyelids fluttered shut, instead of you hitting the cold flooring Michaels' arms had wrapped around you slowly lowering you down. Brushing your hair out of your face he sighed.

“I can’t leave you in this state,” He mumbled, placing one of his arms under your back and another under your legs to haul you up off the ground. Carrying you to your room, he softly placed you down on the mattress of your bed. Observing you quietly until he decided he was going to do something to repay the favour.

You awakened to the aroma of pasta sauce. Groaning, you swung your legs off the side of the bed to sit up while lifting your hand to your forehead. You blamed the whole situation on the new medication you’d been taking recently, It didn’t seem to be working at all either.

Standing up dizzily, you managed to make it back into the living room, leaning on one of the chairs as you watched Michael prepare what seemed like dinner.

“It’s only fair that I repay you for your kindness,” He mumbled to you while he struggled with all the herbs and spices placing them all on the bench as he tried to follow the recipe.

“Although I’m not sure cooking is my forte,” He scrunched his nose up an exhausted sigh falling from his lips as you giggled striding towards him and around the bench.

“It smells amazing,” You commented, stirring the sauce that simmered in the pot before turning back to face him.

“Go back to bed, I’ll bring it to you,” He ordered while he began plating up the food, he was quite the chef or so you thought.

“I want to sit out here with you.” You admitted, circling your way around the bench again until you reached the bottle top chairs.

He nodded, placing a bowl in front of you and joining you at the seats.

“Michael, can you please stay?” You asked, boldly placing your hand on top of his before biting your lip afraid of the possible rejection.

“Yeah sure.” He agreed, the corner of his lips upturned into a soft smile.

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