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Imagine Michael just peppering your face with kisses to wake you up. You open your eyes and his hair is a complete mess coz he forgot to tie it up. He’s giving you a lil smile that’s only for you and softly says “Good morning, beautiful.”
This place creeped you out. It was rather surprising since you had seen enough to know there were very weird things occupying the world. The living space of Hawthorne was illuminated only by the light of strategically placed candles and fireplaces; only adding to the unnerving atmosphere.
Walking quickly down another winding corridor, you can feel eyes on you. Knowing that if you turn around there will be nothing but air, you continue on your way to your room. Your breathing quickens as you feel the presence move closer. Just one more turn and you’ll find yourself in front of your door.
You feel like prey running from a bloodthirsty predator. As you reach for the handle of your door, you feel the faint touch against your neck.
“Boo!”
Screaming, you turn only took catch a glimpse of blonde hair turning the corner. Laughter echoes through the hall.
‘It was him! That little brat. Two can play at that game.’
Transmuting to the common area, knowing he was likely to run there, you wait for him. As expected, he rounds the corner looking behind him to see if you’re giving chase.
“Gotcha!” You cheer as he stumbles back in surprise.
“Catch me if you can,” you encourage him before you disappear suddenly.
This back and forth between the two of you may be childish to most but it was a great escape from the responsibilities of your lives.
Overcoming the realization that you won that round, Michael smiles as he vanishes into the air. Today would be a fun day.
Been having a rough night and all I want is soft!Michael to hold me close in bed and tell me I'm beautiful. 😭🤧
Imagine Michael just holding you in his arms on bed as the rain falls softly on the window. You sigh contently as he strokes your back ever so gently.
Showering Together: Michael Langdon Headcanon (Fluff Version)
Showering together has become one of your favorite things to do with Michael. It always exhilarating and at the same time relaxing. It’s a moment when you both can block out the rest of the world and just enjoy each other’s company.
Helping each other undress has become an intimate moment that brings you both emotionally and physically connected on a level you will never share with another; piece by piece, each garment is removed; a chance for you and Michael to admire one another.
Michael likes to take his time with this process; slowly removing each article of clothing, his fingertips grazing against your collarbones, chest, and waist; each time causing goosebumps to form on your skin.
Sometimes he will leave a featherlight kiss on the newly exposed area causing you to shiver in delight each time.
Being sure the water is the correct temperature for the both of you; just hot enough that the glass doors and mirrors steam quickly; so that the chill on your skin is gone within seconds.
Him holding you close as you both stand together under the shower head; letting the water cascade over both of you as he rubs small circles on your lower back.
Michael likes to take the time to wash your hair; lathering shampoo between his hands before gently massaging it into your scalp. Allowing you to rinse it out before he repeats the same process with the conditioner; it’s slow and methodical, making you moan softly at how good it feels.
You reciprocate the action by taking the time to run your fingers through his hair; working out any knots that seem to pop up before applying shampoo. Michael tries to hold back but once you use your nails to work in the shampoo, he can’t help up let out little whimpers of pleasure.
When it’s time to wash up, Michael is eager to help; working his soapy hands over your back and arms; rubbing tense muscles until he feels you relax; listening for your sighs of contentment.
When you’re both clean and it’s time to dry off, Michael steps out first letting you stay warm within the glass walls of the shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he grabs yours and steps aside so you can exit the shower. Drying your hair first, he then moves on to catching any water still on your body; wrapping you in the fluffy towel and kissing the top of your head.
After finishing your separate nightly routines, you bask in each other’s presence; snuggling together as you read the last chapter of a book or listen to soft music before turning in for the night.
Playing Nurse
Summary: Michael takes care of the sick reader. (soft!Hawthorne!Michael x Reader) A/N: Because I’m sick and wanted some soft!Michael fluff
Shivering, you tighten your hold on the numerous blankets covering your body. It’s been a cycle of wrapping yourself up like a burrito and then frantically pushing off the blankets only to get tangled in them minutes later when your body overheats from your fever. Being sick is never an enjoyable experience.
Crumpled tissues line the floor and overflow from the trash bin across the room. You’ve been barricaded in your room for days now with no sign of your symptoms ceasing. Every few hours, Baldwin and John Henry come to check on you. Usually, they stand fair enough away so to hopefully not become infected but just close enough to ensure you don’t need anything. It’s not the same as being home with the coven. Cordelia took on a motherly approach whenever one of her girls got sick; helping to make soup, keeping rooms clean, and attempting to find a spell or potion to ease the stress.
Here at Hawthorne, you are mostly left to your own devices; not totally though. On cue, your door creaks open slightly and a mop of blonde curls peeks through.
“(Y/N)?” Michael’s voice sounds distant, most likely due to the pressure building up in your ears, “I brought you some soup.”
You don’t have the energy to even answer him; just groaning in response as you flip yourself into a more comfortable position. You can hear shuffling as Michael makes his way further into the room. Struggling to open one eye, your vision adjusts to the soft light and you can just make out Michael bending to pick the various tissues strewn about.
“Michael, you don’t need to clean my room. I don’t want you to get sick.”
“I won’t. I just want to take care of you. Let me be your nurse for a while.”
Humming in agreement, you settle back into bed using the headboard to sit upright. Watching him as he cleans up, you wonder how you got so lucky to have someone like Michael in your life. After completing his task, he sits on the edge of the bed bringing the bowl of piping hot soup with him. Although your senses are compromised, you can faintly smell the herbs incorporated in the meal which make it seem all the more appetizing.
“Open.” He says as he prepares to feed you the soup. You hesitate; he didn’t say anything about feeding you. You’re more than capable of handling that but you know Michael will make a fuss and pout about how you aren’t allowing him to fully act as your nurse. To appease him, you don’t question it and do as he says. Finishing the spoonful, you ask if he made it himself.
“I did!” He beams at you. His smile always makes you feel better.
“You’re lying.” You accuse him jokingly.
“Yeah, I am but it was worth a try.”
“Michael!” You laugh at his boldness. Shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly, he continues to grin at you; happy that you seem more upbeat. The two of you spend time talking about what you've missed since being sick while he continues to feed you.
With the soup finished, Michael sets the bowl aside before tucking you back into bed. Once he’s satisfied with his work, he situates himself next to you. His body adds to the warmth that the blankets encasing you both already provide.
“Can I stay here with you for a bit longer? I miss seeing you.”
“Of course but what if you get sick?”
“Then we can just be sick together.” He mumbles snuggling further into your side.
Imagine slow dancing with Michael.
Imagine Michael laying his head in your lap while you read him poetry and stroke his hair.
