#cuddles with michael langdon

[sabrinajenre96]

Title: Instincts and Ice Cream

Pairing: Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Wife!Reader

Rating: T (Teen)

Word Count: ~2.2k

Genre: Family Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic

Summary:

Y/N is a doctor, but today she’s off-duty and soaking in rare quality time with her six-year-old twin daughters and their loyal Labrador, Kojo. A trip to the park turns into a medical emergency when one of the twins is hurt on the playground. Y/N’s maternal instincts collide with her clinical training as she rushes her daughter to the hospital—where her husband, the reserved and brilliant Dr. Michael Robinavitch, finds himself thrust into an all-too-personal case. Between juice boxes, casted arms, and late-night cuddles, this little family proves that love is a force of nature—even in chaos.

Warnings: Injury to a child (non-graphic, playground accident), medical setting (ER, brief medical description), emotional parenting moments , soft domestic fluff that may melt your insides

The day had started like honey—warm, slow, and sweet. Y/N, blissfully off-duty for once, had let her guard down and allowed the sunshine to wrap around her and her six-year-old twin daughters like a familiar, loving quilt. Spencer and Aria were laughing, wild curls flying as they raced Kojo, their loyal coffee-brown Labrador, across the sun-drenched park.

It was a perfect day. Until it wasn’t.

Ice cream melted sticky down little fingers, the girls’ giggles harmonizing with Kojo’s excited barks. They had found their way to the swings, their legs pumping like miniature engines as they soared higher and higher. But paradise was always fragile, wasn’t it?

A sharp scream split the afternoon—raw, panicked, and unmistakably hers.

Y/N’s heart launched from her chest as she sprinted toward the swings, Kojo right at her heels. One twin lay on the mulch below the swing, her little face scrunched in pain, tiny hands clutching her arm. Spencer, pale as a ghost, trembled as she pointed to the two boys who had run off after shoving Aria mid-swing.

"Spencer, what happened?!" Y/N’s voice was taut with both worry and precision, already scanning Aria’s body like a heat-seeking missile. "Did she hit her head?"

"No—just her arm, Mama. She screamed when she fell. The boys pushed her..."

Doctor mode activated—like flipping a switch, her trembling mother-heart locked hands with her trained brain. Checking Aria’s pupils, pulse, breathing. Broken arm, likely. Bruising along the jaw. No signs of concussion, thank God.

She scooped Aria into her arms with a fierce gentleness that only a mother could master. "We’re going to the hospital. Now." Spencer grabbed Kojo’s leash, her small hand set with determination. The dog, sensing the shift, fell into step, solemn and alert.

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At the hospital, Y/N’s car screeched into the lot like a storm warning. As she leapt out, Dana caught sight of them. Her break cut short as she jogged over, eyes wide.

"Y/N—what happened?!"

"Park accident. Swing. One of the twins—possible broken arm and jaw bruising."

Dana nodded without asking more. "I’ll help you get her in. Come on."

Langdon was already in the ER, standing with one of Michael’s interns—Dr. King—when Dana burst in with Y/N and the injured Aria.

"Langdon, you’re up. Y/N’s daughter took a bad fall."

Y/N reluctantly handed over her crying daughter, whispering reassurances before stepping back, her hand on Spencer’s shoulder, Kojo sitting obediently beside them.

Dana placed a comforting hand on Y/N’s arm. "Let me take them—Spencer and Kojo. You need a minute. Go grab a cappuccino. Breathe."

Y/N hesitated, her mother instincts at war with her common sense, then nodded. "Only a minute. Thank you, Dana."

Spencer was content with a juice box handed to her by a kind nurse, Kojo curled protectively at her feet as Dana kept a watchful eye.

---

Meanwhile, across the floor, Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch was signing off a patient chart when he heard the unmistakable pounding of small feet—and a familiar bark.

"Daddy!" Spencer launched herself at him, nearly knocking over his clipboard. Kojo padded in like royalty, tail wagging like a victory flag.

"Spencer? What on earth—?" He crouched beside her, hand smoothing her hair. "Why are you here, sweetheart?"

Kojo licked his cheek as if to answer, but it was the wide eyes of his daughter that filled him with dread. She looked too serious for a six-year-old.

Y/N returned then, clutching a lukewarm cappuccino, her eyes immediately landing on them. Her voice was quiet, but tired. "Aria had an accident. She’s with Langdon and one of your interns now."

Michael straightened like someone flipped a switch in him. Gone was the calm, almost aloof physician. In his place, a father, striding toward the ER with purpose. He found Langdon just finishing the initial exam.

"Busted arm," Langdon reported, sympathy in his tone. "Jaw's bruised, but no concussion. She’s a brave little one."

Relief sagged Michael’s shoulders. "Thank you. Can I see her?"

"Of course."

Minutes later, the little family reunited in the private room. Aria, teary-eyed but brave, clutched her daddy’s finger with her good hand. Spencer climbed onto the bed gently, snuggling beside her twin. Kojo curled up at their feet, ever the sentry.

Y/N stood beside Michael, her hand finding his. “She’s going to be okay.”

He kissed her temple, low and soft. “You both did good.”

The family shared a quiet moment, tangled in love, exhaustion, and gratitude. Outside the room, Dana and the nurses watched, smiles tugging at their lips. Few people knew about Michael and Y/N’s relationship—intensely private, fiercely protected. But in that moment, through the windowpane, it was written loud and clear in every glance, every gesture:

This was family.

[redroses07]

AHS boys cuddling headcanons. <3

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back from my year long hiatus! It's been a crazy year for me and I've been through a lot of ups and downs but I'm finally back! Expect me to be posting a lot now because I have a TON of ideas. Anyways, enjoy this little drabble! Love y'all!

Contains: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Michael Langdon, and Xavier Plympton.

Tate Langdon:

This boy is definitely a little spoon.

Constantly asks you to hold him in your arms.

You, personally love this, and happily wrap your arms around him lovingly.

Places soft kisses on your fingers while you trace his features.

Absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair, he practically begs for it.

Now don't think he's always going to be the one being held, that's just what he prefers.

If you're feeling down he'll pull you into his chest, and hold you like something's going to take you from him (his abandonment issues showing)

Loves kissing your neck while cuddling.

Kit Walker:

Kit is truly the most loving partner you could ask for and cuddling with you is one of his favorite things in the whole world.

Likes to see your pretty face so prefers that you two lay facing each other.

Softly tells you all the things he loves about you while pressing kisses to your nose, lips, cheeks, and forehead.

When I tell you his hands would be all over you, I mean ALL OVER. He loves to trace his fingers down your arms, torso and stomach.

Kit also likes to sneak his hands under your shirt when your laying together, and he often falls asleep with them like that.

Cannot fall asleep unless his hands are on you in some way (will not lose you like he lost Alma)

Anyways Kit is amazing and I am in love with him.

Pre-death Kyle Spencer:

Tbh he's my least favorite Evan character so apologies if this sucks.

For some reason I feel like he loves to nuzzle his face in your neck, and he often falls asleep like that.

Lets you lay on his lap while he works on schoolwork, and starts playing with your hair when he loses focus.

Loves when you sit in his lap, he will pull you in his lap literally anywhere. No matter if you're alone, or with your friends he feels the best when you're comfortably situated on his lap.

Jimmy Darling:

Big spoon!!!!!!

Loves when you straddle his waist or wrap your arms around his neck.

Really loves to feel as close to you as possible so he'll tangle your bodies together in every possible way.

One would think it would be hard to get comfortable like that but your comfort is Jimmy's #1 priority, even if that means sacrificing his own.

So if that means his arm falls asleep or his leg cramps, that's okay! as long as you're co. mfortable.

Jimmy loves to kiss your cheeks, and when he's in a silly mood he quickly switches between the two. This leaves you flustered, and in a fit of giggles.

James Patrick March

You wouldn't expect it but James LOVES cuddling with you.

On the outside he seems like he would be cold and dismissive in a relationship but you are his EVERYTHING.

Loves when you lay on top of him and he can comfortably wrap his arms around you.

Constantly whispers to you how much he loves and adores you and would do anything for you (In love with his accent)

Probably not surprising but he likes to leave marks all over you, and not just during sex.

Will bite and suck on your skin while you're cuddling. His favorite place to leave marks is your collarbone.

He sees this as an intimate act, and loves the idea that people will know you belong to him.

Kai Anderson

Lets be real...this man is not a cuddler. To be honest he only cares about you when he's trying to make the messiah baby.

But occasionally he'll be extremely overwhelmed with cult responsibilities and will turn to you for condolences.

Holds you while he vents to you about his frustrations.

Plays with your hair or fiddles with the straps of your tank top to distract himself.

Will also ask you about your day to give him something else to think about.

These are the few times when Kai shows his vulnerable side.

Will kiss your shoulders while you tell him about your day, or give him cult advice.

Michael Langdon:

I love Michael so much y'all he's literally my husband.

Cuddling can go either way with him tbh. Sometimes it's him holding you, and sometimes it's you holding him.

When he holds you he pulls you into him and traces is fingers along your back.

Loves to intertwine your fingers and tightly grip your hand. It makes him feel closer and more connected to you.

Cuddling is when you and Michael have your most intimate bonding moments. When you spill your deepest thoughts and secrets to each other.

On the other hand, when the pressure on Michael is too much, he wants you to hold him.

He cries softly, and stuffs his face into your chest in an effort to hide his tears.

When life just becomes too much for him being held and kissed by you makes everything feel okay.

This is a weird one but I feel like he'd have you brush his hair (I love long hair Michael don't hate).

Xavier Plympton:

Likes to listen to music while cuddling, and will softly sing along if he knows the lyrics.

Will also tap on your back along to the beat.

Likes when you lay your head on his chest and drape your legs over his.

Loves to talk while cuddling, telling you everything that comes to his mind.

He talks, you listen, and that's what he loves about you.

Takes breaks in between his various rants to kiss the top of your head and make sure you're comfortable.

[american-horror-story-writer]

Sleeping with micheal langdon headcannons

My guy doesn't sleep much so he'd mainly just watch you sleep

He likes sleeping on his back most of the time or just laying on his back

If you guys sleep in the same bed, your 100% going to sleep on him

He'll pull you over on top of him, so you sleep on your stomach and on him

He'd wrap his arms around you afraid you plan to wake up and leave him

You'll just wake up randomly throughout the night and look at him seeing if he's awake

And he is, if he sees your awake he'll just be like

"what are you doing awake dear?" Michael asked calmly. "I don't know" you groaned. Michael lifted your chin and kissed you softly. "Go back to sleep then" Michael said softly. You layer your head back down on his chest and tried to sleep.

He'd love kissing you whilst in bed, asleep? Smooches. Awake? Smooches. Sick? Smooches. Any time. Smooches.

He'd rub your back whilst you sleep

In my dr the Morningstars (luci and his kids) don't run hot, contrary to popular belief. They run cold, like they are cold to the touch.

So sleeping with this man is like sleeping with and ice pack.

He also only sleeps in boxers. He'd prefer you do the same and sleep in your underwear because he like as much skin on skin contact.

If your a woman, he'd want to massage your boobs, (wit consent ofc) but he'd think of them like stress revealers.

Also when he gets up he'd prefer to carry you. Like you just wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, he's got one hand on your ass holding you up and one hand on your back.

My dude is touch starved af so he wants you 24/7

If your a guy hes just rubbing your back smoothly

Micheal might seem all mean but when he's with you my dude is soft for you. He's a simp.

And his favorite thing to do is when it's a gloomy day out and yall are cuddling, he'll just lazily fuck you.

He's laying on his right side and you are on your left, your head in the crook of his neck and he gently thrusts his thick length in and out of you. Your hips on his, his thick thighs holding your legs open whilst he thrusts. He's holding you from your back with his right hand so your squished against him, his left hand is either rubbing your clit tenderly or holding your lower back against him.

He continues to thrust for as long as yall stay in bed that day. He's tenderly kissing you and making sure you stay with him.

On other days he needs to sleep on you, you are his safe place so when he needs sleep he only can sleep in your arms

You laying on your back whilst micheal snuggles his head to the crook of your neck gently kissing your neck, his arms around your waist and his legs tangled with yours. You play with his hair gently and rub circles on his back.

He likes your heart beat and your breathing patterns, he monitors them whilst he sleeps, and if it changes he immediately wakes up. Poor baby is so worried about you 24/7

Please send asks!

[mistysconcilium]

first halloween

day 1 of seven days of halloween .ᐟ 👻

pairing - michael langdon x f!reader

synopsis - headcanons about celebrating michael’s first halloween

tags - headcanons • fluff • mention of a bad childhood

୨୧ note - michael deserves so much love so here is a fic about him. this was supposed to be a headcanon fic but upon rereading it it’s more like a regular fic but with bullets lol, apologies for that. hope you enjoy . ᐟ

⟢ you and michael had been dating for a few months before halloween, you met him at the local supermarket you usually go to. after seeing him a few times at the supermarket with his adoptive mom you asked for his number

⟢ you started of as friends but soon enough you started dating

⟢ when the topic of halloween came up one or two months before the actual holiday michael seemed confused

⟢ it turned out that michael hadn’t really celebrated halloween, like ever

⟢ after hearing this information you decided to make it your goal to make michael’s first halloween amazing

⟢ you planned out a whole day with typical halloween activities for you and michael, you even bought matching costumes

⟢ since it was his first time celebrating halloween you decided to go for simple costumes; devil costumes

⟢ and since ms. mead, michael’s adoptive mom, had a kind of strange obsession with the devil you decided that the costumes were fitting

⟢ when the day of halloween actually came you surprised him by showing up at his house and dragging him out to your car to go to your house

⟢ at your house you had prepared halloween movies and candy in the living room. you also bought matching halloween themed pj’s for you two to wear during your movie marathon

⟢ michael didn’t really understand why you would do all this for him. love wasn’t really something he was used to growing up so the thought of someone going out of their way to plan a whole day for him shocked him, but he was happy nonetheless

⟢ he couldn’t stop smiling during the movie marathon, you just seemed so happy to explain all the details and fun facts of the movies

⟢ at the end of the movie marathon when it was getting darker outside you ran to your room to grab the matching devil costumes you had bought

⟢ as you handed michael his costume he seemed confused. “a devil costume?” “yeah is it something wrong with it?” “no”

⟢ he hadn’t told you about the whole ‘anti-christ’ thing so he was shocked when he saw the costume. You couldn’t know, right? but he calmed down when you explained that it was because of ms. mead

⟢ his costume consisted of some regular black pants, a white shirt, and a red cape. while your costume was a red dress and a black cape. you each had one headband with red devil horns on it

⟢ you left your house to go trick or treating even though you were probably too old to do so. but since michael hadn’t gone trick or treating before you didn’t care, even if you got some weird looks

⟢ most people who you tricked or treat didn’t think it was weird, they didn’t say anything anyways.

⟢ at the end of the night you returned to your house. you thought that michael would change back to his regular clothes and head home, but he seemed reluctant to leave “can we have a sleepover” “sure”

⟢ after you changed into the halloween themed pj’s you went to bed and cuddled to sleep

⟢ right before you fell asleep michael whispered something he had never said to you;

⟢ “i love you”

⟢ “love you too” you yawned

and then you lived happily ever after and the world did definitely not end in a few years 😊

love, elisabet <3

dividers by @/strangergraphics

[amomentsescape]

Michael Langdon Masterlist

Cuddling With Outpost! Michael Headcanon

Queen

Reader is saved by the Outpost, only to realize that there is more to her and Michael’s fate.

Love Me

A love triangle between Queen! Reader, her servant, and a king.

Parties Are For Dummies

A friends to lovers trope based on the characters of Booksmart.

For You

Michael walks in on reader having a relapse with self-harm (warning).

Overprotective

Michael being too protective over reader.

Marvel AU

A New Life

Michael makes the choice to change his life for the better.

At a Loss

Tony is worried about Michael’s safety with being an Avenger.

Time

A solution comes to Michael five years after the initial snap.

Relinquished

Michael makes the ultimate sacrifice during the events of Endgame.

Michael Stark

Tony offers Michael the choice of a lifetime.

Beginning

Xavier and Montana join the Avengers and finally become a part of a family.

Charmed

Xavier loves to flirt and be the center of everyone’s attention.

Staring and Silence

Michael finally gets the courage to talk to his long-time crush.

Staring and Silence Part Two

Date night ensues.

Underestimate

After Peter, Xavier, and Montana are kidnapped, it is up to Michael to save them.

Way Ahead of You

Secretary Ross thinks he can get the Avengers to be under government control.

A Little Late

The witches crash Michael’s party thinking he was still the anti-christ.

Not Yours to Have

Michael finds himself being judged by the council just like Tony had been before.

Saved

Michael makes the decision to free trapped souls at the Murder House and Camp Redwood.

The Truth

Michael comes face to face with Apocalypse! Michael.

The Truth Part Two

Michael makes the choice to go back and get answers.

Chocolate Donut

Peter, Michael, and Morgan all spend some time on the rooftop together, eating donuts and being siblings.

Like it Never Happened

With the help of Tony and Michael, Quentin Beck was found before anything disastrous could happen.

What’s Mine

Wanda gets jealous when a few girls try to tempt Michael at a bar.

The Start

Michael reminisces on when he first met his father, Tony Stark.

It’s a Stark Thing

Michael finally gets his very own suit.

Past Wisdom

Stark’s two sons bond over past choices.

The Start

Michael reminisces on how Tony took him into the family.

[ajokeformur-ray]

Feeling an anxiety attack building because of how much studying/hours at work etc I'm doing so I'm reading Michael Langdon's wiki page to calm me down. He always makes me feel like I can fight what's in front of me.

I miss him.

I wanna climb into his lap for cuddles while he makes Outpost selections, my chest is so so tight and I'm starting to buckle under pressure which isn't gonna let up any time soon 💔

[starlightlangdon]

Foursome AU - Andy Dolan, Jim Mason, Michael Langdon, and fem!reader // The Beginning • Part 2 || 18+ to read

Here’s part two of the foursome AU! In the upcoming chapters I’ll have a name for the series, I’m still picking one that feels right for this ✨

You can find Part 1 here

( warnings: insinuations of smut, fem!reader)

Now a year later, they are all in California. Andy and Jim didn’t have many things keeping them in Eden, not anymore. Michael’s operations with the cooperative have been put on hold, at least any operations involving the apocalyptic fallout anyways. He still runs the organization and keeps track of things there. Only a fool would leave Jeff and Mutt in charge. But he isn’t as focused on the lethal operations aspect of the organization.

The more Michael began to admire Jim and Andy, the less he wanted to destroy the world where a future between the three of them was being built. He still had the plans stored somewhere just in case he ever changed his mind, but his hopes of using them faded with each passing day.

Andy continues to rebuild his image in Hollywood. He’s now more picky about what roles he accepts and who he wants to work with. He’s done groveling at rich men’s feet for roles he doesn’t even want to play. He only works with respected people now, specifically people who aren’t homophobic. Michael and Jim helped him see that nothing was worth pretending to be something you’re not, not even fame.

Jim is a surfing instructor at Santa Monica beach. He gets to see the ocean almost every day and teach people who are as eager to learn to surf as his younger self was. It’s a dream for him. For once in his life, he can confidently say that he’s happy.

Every day, they come home to an apartment they share together. They each have their own rooms, plus one room with a super king size bed that they use for… cuddling and private activities.

Soon that room would be yours.

One random Saturday, Andy and Michael messaged each other with plans to meet Jim at the beach around Jim’s lunch break. They wanted to surprise him. Andy didn’t have any scenes to shoot that day and Michael had been getting more comfortable with taking time off work to spend time with Jim and Andy.

They are walking on the beach now. Michael is wearing a pair of sneakers that he keeps in his car for times like this. With Jim’s love of the beach, they visit the beach often enough to warrant having back up shoes on hand. Andy doesn’t really give a damn about the sand so he walks casually on the beach besides the stoic Michael.

Their eyes soften as soon as they see Jim. He’s with a student, most likely his last one before his lunch break. Jim looks completely in his element, calmly guiding the student through the instructions he’s giving her. Despite his patience and calm demeanor, they can see the pure joy shining in his eyes. He’s doing what he loves and they couldn’t be happier for him.

“Fuck, I wanna go kiss him”, Andy mutters, his voice a little tense with impatience. He loved seeing Jim happy but it also made him wanna make him smile for a different reason.. Andy sighs in a mixture of longing, and acceptance. He would have to wait.

Michael joins Andy in the struggle for restraint to go over to the grinning brunette. Michael glances over at Andy and smirks. “Patience, love…” He continues to stare at Jim for a while longer but something seems to start distracting him from his moment of admiration.

The girl on the surfboard beside Jim.

Michael feels a similar feeling to the one he felt when he first saw Andy and Jim. She was pulling him in… like he was meant to see her. His eyes narrow with intrigue. Andy snorts.

“You look like you’re about to shit yourself.. What’s got you so serious?”

Michael doesn’t respond, his expression only softening slightly, the only sign that he heard Andy’s comment. After another moment of taking in the sight of the girl, Michael mutters.

“The girl.. next to Jim. She’s… different.”

Andy hadn’t really taken the time to notice the girl. It was just another student of Jim’s. He looks over at her and sees that she’s blushing as she talks to Jim. He can’t exactly tell if it’s a true blush or a forming sunburn since the sun has been pretty brutal today. That’s summer in California. But this wouldn’t be the first time they saw a girl flirting with Jim.

He notices that Jim’s attention is completely captured by her. It could just be that he’s focused on teaching her. But Jim would usually notice Andy and Michael’s appearance on the beach by now, no matter how busy he was. Andy fits in a little better than Michael does with the beach crowd but Michael typically sticks out like a sore thumb.

“Huh” Andy says, now looking at the two with the same look Michael is. “She’s cute” He shrugs.

Michaels lips quirk up a little at that. Michael can read Andy’s true thoughts about the girl, they weren’t as simple as ‘she’s cute’. Andy just didn’t want to say it out loud in worry that Michael would get jealous. He’s always had a bigger heart than he wanted people to know about. “You don’t have to lie to me… she’s beautiful.”

Andy huffs. He hates it when Michael reads his mind. But that doesn’t stop him. Andy nods begrudgingly, his tone softening slightly. “Fine. She’s hot. Happy?”

Michael’s smirk grows a little.

“Jim thinks so too”, Michael notes.

After a few more minutes, Jim’s session with the girl is over. She goes over to a towel just off to the side of where he was teaching her and sits down on it. Her gaze moves over to the waves as she quietly admires the ocean. This is when Jim finally notices Andy and Michael. He smiles widely and goes over to them. He sounds a little tired from being in the sun for so long but his spirits are still plenty up.

“Hey”

Michael gives a little smile to Jim but for the most part his attention is still on the girl. Andy takes notice and nudges Michael’s arm, grinning a little.

“You’re not being subtle, Mike.”

Jim’s eyebrows furrow, glancing over at the girl. He smiles a little, almost sheepishly. The same way he does whenever he is caught admiring Andy or Michael. “She’s nice. Not good with the board… but nice” He chuckles a little.

The girl glances back at Jim. Jim waves at her. She looks embarrassed at being caught looking at him and quickly turns back around.

“Ouch, Jimmy.”, Andy teases. “That was cold.”

Michael finally speaks up, looking at them as if nothing happened. But his tone suggests he is still deep in thought. “She likes you too, Jim”

Jim’s head tilts and his cheeks turn a little red. “What?” He scoffs, his hand moving up to rub the back of his neck nervously. It’s a habit they’ve seen him do plenty of times before when he was nervous. Andy’s grin grows. “I- I don’t like her” Jim sheepishly defends.

“Jim…” Michael says, almost like he’s trying to coax Jim into lowering his guard and admitting it. “She is cute…” He glances at the girl. “I have an idea”

From there, Jim introduced her to Michael and Andy. From the start, they could see that she found all three of them attractive. Her blushing was far worse than Jim’s ever was. Jim suggested that they all go out to lunch together. He had another surfing lesson scheduled with her after lunch so she had some time to kill until then. She accepted the offer. There was something about them that didn’t make her feel like she wouldn’t be in danger if she went with them. It almost felt like they already knew each other.

That was the first lunch of many that they would share together. She never made it to that second session with Jim… she was too occupied with a different kind of session with the three men who would change her life. And they were introduced to a woman that would be the thing they didn’t know their relationship needed.

6 months later, your bedroom was now that fourth bedroom in their apartment. Your apartment. Your new life together.

[beastsovrevelation]

🎄Get To Know Me Holiday Edition! 🎄

thank you @eldritchlibertine !!

Red or green: Red

Favorite Holiday Movie(s): Home Alone

Favorite Christmas Movie That Is NOT Considered A Christmas Movie: Lord of the Rings trilogy (it's on cable around Christmas ever since I was a kid)

Favorite Holiday Treat: Something we Lithuanians call κūčiukai, my grandma's mushroom dumplings and soup, and chocolate Panetone (my autistic ass can't stand dried fruit)

This is kūčiukai, by the way

Favorite Holiday Decoration: Lights, tree decorations (there's just such a variety of them I don't know how to narrow it down), those trendy plush gnome figurines, live evergreen

Favorite Thing To Bring To Friend/Family Celebration: Alcohol

Favorite Christmas Story (Book And/Or Fanfic): Eh... I'm not sure?.. O.o

Eggnog, Boiled Custard, or Apple Cider: Apple cider

Christmas Decorations Before Thanksgiving: Christmas decorations should be brought out on December 1

Are You Good At Wrapping Presents: Nope

Fictional Character For Holiday Cuddles: Archangel Michael (Legion; Good Omens), or Crowley (Good Omens), or War (Good Omens), or Adriel (Warrior Nun), or Lilith (Warrior Nun), or Michael Langdon (AHS), or Margaret Daino (The First Omen), or Sansa Stark (GOT)... I love a lot of characters, alright O.o

No Pressure Tags: @seraphhiim ; @ivereadthemanual ; @warriorgay07 ; @laraendlight ; @everydayitshalloweeen ; @4thegays

[qutequeersstuff]

@multific works

Have You: what about an imagine with Michael Langdon actually joining Cordelia when she asks him to do so ? (after she burned Miriam) He is then reunited with the girl he loved that is a witch. (They had to split up bc they were absolute opposite, it was painful bc they loved each other but they couldn't go on that way) He arrives at the coven, she sees him, lots of fluff, maybe a little crying and cuddling? If you need help with the storyline bc you haven't seen this season I can help !

His Birthday: It’s Michael’s birthday and you knew you needed something special to gift to him.

Pet: When Michal realized just how busy he will be when achieving his destiny and bringing the Apocalypse and to create a new world after, he decided you needed something or someone to keep you company. Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

True Happiness: Michael knows that his son is just like him, so when he grows up during the night, Michael is very interested to see his wife’s reaction.

Unusual Relationship (w/ Xavier Plympton): What would you do if two of the most gorgeous men want to date you?

[sabrinajenre96]

Episode twenty three - "Operation: First Date (With Kojo On Duty)"

Michael Robinavitch x wife reader x their kids

Warning ⚠️: Dr Robby in overprotective mood and Spencer and kojo being 007 spies

The moment Spencer tells her parents she’s invited Theo over for a playdate — “but it’s actually our first official date” — Michael nearly cancels the entire thing.

Y/N talks him down. “It’s a playdate. She’s six. They’re probably going to color and pretend to be doctors.”

“She’s my six-year-old,” Michael mutters. “And he’s a Langdon.”

But Spencer is all in: she picks her outfit (glitter scrubs with a pink stethoscope), makes Kojo wear a bowtie (“He’s head of security, obviously”), and sets up a “dinner” of juice boxes and mini pizzas shaped like hearts.

Theo shows up, polite and sweet, with a Lego flower and a sheepish smile. Michael stares him down while Kojo sits next to Theo with an expression that says one wrong move, kid.

Spencer grabs Theo’s hand like a CEO closing a business deal. “Come on, we have a stuffed animal in critical condition and YOU are my assistant.”

Kojo follows. Always watching.

Y/N peeks in on them from the hallway with Sawyer, who’s recording this for future blackmail. Alex just wants the pizza.

Michael? He’s standing near the doorway with a tablet, pretending to read but watching like an undercover agent. When Theo giggles at one of Spencer’s jokes, Michael takes notes like he’s preparing for interrogation.

Later, Theo hugs Spencer goodbye and she waves from the doorway like a dramatic romcom heroine. Kojo licks Theo’s shoe, probably a sign of approval (or a threat).

That night, Y/N is cuddled in bed with Michael. “She’s growing up,” she whispers.

“She’s six,” he replies.

“She has taste. Theo is sweet.”

“He’s lucky Kojo let him leave alive.”

Kojo, asleep at the foot of their bed, lets out a low, satisfied woof.

[redroses07]

My Masterlist.

Fics!

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank Dating Headcanons

Forgotten Breakfast // JJ Maybank

American Horror Story:

AHS Boys Cuddling Headcanons

Tate Langdon // Enemies to lovers Headcanons

F**k It I Love You // Michael Langdon

How The Evan’s Would Be With A Reader Who Has Panic Attacks

Kit Walker Headcanons

Date Night // Kit Walker

James Patrick March Headcanons

Young Sheldon:

Meeting His Family // Georgie Cooper

The Black Phone:

Real First Date // Vance Hopper

Stranger Things:

Detention // Mike Wheeler

Lazy Summer Days // Mike Wheeler

Nightmares // Mike Wheeler

Finn Wolfhard

The Rock Show

Real People Fiction:

Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert

Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert pt. 2

Guitar Lessons // Johnnie Guilbert Blurb

Unexpected Proposal // Tommyinnit

Luigi Mangione x Fiance!Reader

Unexpected Consequence // Sam Golbach

Agents of Shield:

Day Off // Deke Shaw

Supernatural

Promise // Sam Winchester

General Supernatural Headcanons

Teen Wolf

Just Friends // Stiles Stilinski

The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves x Reader S4 Ending Rewrite

Star Wars:

Coming soon!!

Mood Boards <3

Outer Banks:

Rafe Cameron Dating Aesthetic

Jake and Johnnie:

Johnnie Guilbert Dating Aesthetic

Taylor Swift:

The Last Great American Dynasty

The Archer

Agents of Shield:

Daisy Johnson/Quake Aesthetic

Deke Shaw Dating Aesthetic

American Horror Story

Kit Walker Dating Aesthetic

[obscure-imagines]

-he has a lot of stress so sometimes this tall anti christ just needs a good cuddle

-and this boi gets what he wants

-sometimes he’ll just fall onto the bed and open his arms

-sometimes he’ll grab your hand and pull you onto the bed with him

-sometimes he’ll wrap his arms around you and you’ll fall into the bed together

-he’s usually the big spoon

-his arms just wrap around you

-his breath fans against your neck

-sometimes you ask him about his day, sometimes you dont

-he just likes having you in his arms

-that big sigh of relief when you’re both just completely comfortable

-he likes to just move his hands over your waist and clutch you close

-when you’re the big spoon its usually for some crazy reason because this shit does not happen often

-when you’re big spoon you know there’s no talking unless he starts talking first

-Michael is sometimes weird about cuddling when awake but when this boi sleeps he becomes a cuddle king

-like he is so grabby when he sleeps

-you’re stuck to his chest and there’s no getting out

-wake up cuddles are a thing because sleeping cuddles

-waking up in his arms always

-sometimes you just want to cuddle the day away

-he’s definitely a smiler when he cuddles 

-he’s at his most relaxed with cuddles

-someone, please cuddle this man, he needs it real bad

******* gif credit @daebom

req by @antiscocialfanwarrior

[henry-cavs-tudor]

I just wanna embrace him in my arms and 💋 him all over!😭🥺

[jeonggukieandcream]

Golden curls and a devilish smile

Request: Aw, something sweet maybe like... a Disney Movie Marathon? Where I call him Princess SINderella, like we said some time ago? Awww it’d be so cute and fluffy oofff ~ @ravenrainy​

A/N: Happy birthday, dear!!!! I hope you have a wonderful day, a prosperous new year, and I wish you all the very best!! You’ve come so far and I’m so very proud of you.  🖤❤️ I love you a lot! 🖤❤️

GIFS indicate the different (and increasingly beautiful) phases of Michael. You’re there through it all; it’s what you both deserve. I wish I could reach through the screens and bring Michael into reality for you, honey, but I can’t. This is the best I can do for you and I think Michael would appreciate this (I hope you do, too!)

Word count: 2, 200.

Something so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things had quickly become a tradition between the two of you. It was something that neither of you had known just how much you would come to enjoy and cherish this occasion between you until it was happening, and from that point was it your go-to comfort activity, your way of shedding all of your daily responsibilities, worries, fears, insecurities and stresses.

Complex people the two of you were, but your ultimate way to relax was one of life’s simplest pleasures:

Having a Disney film marathon.

The way in which this tradition had become what it was between the two of you was just as simple as the good it brought you. 

One night you had been studying while you were visiting Michael at the Murder House. Camped out on his bed had you been deeply saddened and concerned by the way that he had shuffled into the bedroom, the door wide open as a silent invitation towards Michael - it was his bedroom - and any of the nicer, gentler ghosts that wanted to join you while you watched Disney films and studied. 

Michael’s baby blue eyes had been rimmed with redness which only served to enunciate the natural beauty of his eyes, and his golden curls were sticking to the sides of his face, so damp were his cheeks with tears. He was wearing a short sleeved grey shirt with dark blue on the collar and the edges of the sleeves, and checkered blue boxer shorts. 

It was two in the afternoon and he was in his pyjamas, which meant both that Constance, his beloved grandmother, had been neglecting him this day as she always did. and also that it was one of those days in which the voices in his head which whispered nefarious things to him about doing their bidding, about doing his father’s bidding, were louder than usual.

You had cooed softly, dropped your pen immediately and held that hand out. Like the child he was mentally did Michael continue his shuffle over to you, his eyes and face turned downwards. You didn’t even need to ask Michael what was wrong, as immediately did he say, “Grandma won’t talk to me.” A quiet mumble which you barely heard, but you did hear him. You did.

Another soft noise left your lips and you cleared Michael’s bed for him, hurriedly closing textbooks, shutting your laptop after you quickly hit save, and almost throwing everything onto the bedside table in your rush to get Michael into your arms. Again did he take the initiative, waiting for you to shuffle over to the wall, laying down and stretching an arm out. Michael laid down as soon as you were settled, tucking his damp face into the crook of your warm neck. The tip of his nose was cold as he nuzzled it above your jugular, and your nose crinkled as you giggled at his light touch.

Your outstretched arm came around him, tucking Michael into your side, and he hummed softly and sniffled, a hand fisted to dash tears away from his eyes. 

“I don’t know why I keep doing what I’m doing. I need help.” Michael burrowed into your side, so deeply that it was like he was trying to crawl inside you. He pressed himself tightly against you, an arm looping around your neck so that he could pull himself up just enough to hide his face from you, but also so that he could bury his face in your hair; using your body as the ultimate security blanket with which he would shield himself from the world and its cruelties; which never seemed to let up on him.

“I’ll help you, Michael.” A solemn vow which crawled inside Michael’s ears and brought a smile to his full lips as he once again shifted next to you, lifting his head to gaze at the television stationed at the foot of the bed.

“What are you watching?” That soft voice, those eager blue eyes. Tears had dried on his face and left tracks on his cheeks. It wasn’t the first time that Michael had come to you crying and it definitely wasn’t the last, but it was the first time that he had felt like he could ask you about what you were doing, a childlike innocence in his eyes as he looked curiously at the television.

“Cinderella.”

“What’s - “

You grabbed Michael’s hand and tugged him to lay back down beside you. “Shush. Just watch. I think you’ll like this one.”

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It came to pass after the first time that whenever either of you were upset, the other one would pick a Disney film and the two of you would watch as many as you could in the time that you had available to you.

When Michael was a student at Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, he did extremely well in keeping up with the expectations and pressures put on him, but oh, he carried so much fear, sadness and anger within him that sometimes he spent his days biting his tongue until it bled; holding himself back from cursing people out or condemning them all to the deepest pits of Hell.

For the most part could he control himself, but as pressures heightened, tensions rose and Michael’s head was left spinning against all that was being demanded from him - really, he had been thrown right into the deep end and given no time to discern up from down before people had started trying to harness his natural powers for their own, it seemed that there was need for another Disney film marathon.

You were, once again and without coincidence, camped out on Michael’s bed studying. His scent, which was saturated into the material of his duvet and pillows, helped to focus you, and being surrounded by his possessions kept you calm and focused as you wrote yet another essay. The door slammed open but you didn’t even slightly jump, so used were you to Michael’s admittedly dramatic ways.

You did look up, however, and Michael’s trembling lower lip cut across Ariel singing about I wanna be where the people are ~, and made it impossible for you to focus on the film. Mirroring the last time this had occurred did you immediately put your pen down, shove all of your materials to the side and open your arms up to Michael, who almost stomped over to you.

“They want me to take the Seven Wonders test in two weeks.”

“They what?! Michael, that could - “

“I know,” There was a notably whiny edge to his voice and you grinned to hear traces of the sweet boy that you had met all that time ago, “But everyone seems to think I can do this. No one gave me a fucking instruction manual and I - “ Michael cut himself off, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Is this Little Mermaid?”

“Yeah.” You tapped his arm. “Wanna cuddle with me? I’m gonna watch Aladdin after this and then maybe - “

You hadn’t even finished your sentence but Michael was already laying down in front of you, his head on his pillow, his body gently pushing you further back towards the wall. You laughed at his enthusiasm, your heart squeezing in your chest so deliciously, and wrapped your arm around his waist, tugging yourself closer to him as he adopted the position of the little spoon. Often times were you the little spoon, but today, emotionally vulnerable as he was, did it seem fitting for Michael to take your place. You didn’t care, really, as you pressed kisses to the side of Michael’s face, your other hand awkwardly coming to brush his golden curls back so that you could reach more of him.

“You’ll do perfectly, Michael. I wish they wouldn’t pressure you, though. You deserve so much more.”

“You are more.” Michael spoke quietly, as if he was afraid to ruin the tranquillity of the moment, and he could hear your thoughts racing, so loud were they. “They don’t know me like you do.” They don’t love me like you do. Everyone always wanted something from Michael. His name, his powers, his father... but not you. No. You saw Michael for who he truly was and you loved him all the more for it.

You were his Queen, he your King, and one day would you rise from the ashes of this world together like a phoenix.

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“Oh, my love,” A weary sigh from the suddenly open doorway of Michael’s bedroom in Outpost Three. “You look so tired. What’s the matter?”

You put your phone down, stretching languidly on Michael’s bed, aware all the time of his appreciative gaze as he made his way towards you with slow, measured footsteps which rang out around the room, the sound bouncing off the walls. To him, you were the most beautiful woman on this plane of existence and all the others. “Can’t sleep,” You sighed, “I don’t know why... for the last three days I can’t sleep... can’t study... so I’m just watching Disney clips on my phone to pass the time.”

“Do you want me to help you get some sleep?”

You shook your head and lifted an arm out of the duvet, holding your hand out towards Michael with a mischievous smirk on your face, a devious glint in your eye that looked so right on your face. You were tired enough that you were thinking and speaking without really thinking about what was going to come out of your mouth, and Michael couldn’t deny that he much preferred this lack of a filter. It made you a little bit more interesting - though, granted, you were already the most captivating person he had ever come across in his short time on Earth.

“No. But - do you want to watch Disney with me, Sinderella?”

Michael stopped at the side of your bed and tilted his head quizzically. “I beg your pardon?”

You resisted the millennial urge to say, then beg, finding the meme hilarious in this context but knowing that Michael wouldn’t understand it; and instead tugged him onto the bed with you, taking your place beside him and putting your head on his chest to better hear his heartbeat. It was your favourite song and never again did you ever want to hear a repeated refrain of any of the songs which played on a loop downstairs; you just wanted this song and this refrain for the rest of your life.

“Oh, come on,” You grinned, looking up at him, “Golden curls and those eyes? Baby, you’re a Disney princess. And, do you get it? Sinderella?”

Michael’s baby blues told you that he didn’t.

Your grin only widened as you pulled up a notes app on your phone - you would never know how Michael still had internet, electricity and a Netflix which was curiously stacked with only your favourites and things which you would enjoy once you found the time to watch them - and typed two words:

Cinderella and Sinderella.

Michael took your phone from you, his fingers grazing yours sensually as he did so, and his eyes roamed over the two words. Confusion melted into genuine amusement after a few seconds and his eyes glittered with mirth in the candlelit room, a soft orange glow cast about his face only seeming to amplify the blue of his eyes and turning his hair even more golden.

“Very clever,” He praised, “But tell me - if I’m a Disney princess, what does that make you?”

Endless possibilities filled your mind but you were only interested in the one where the laptop continued to play Disney films on repeat and Michael’s torso remained as your pillow, which rose and fell with his every breath. You just wanted this moment forever; Michael feeling safe and warm, cherished and loved in your embrace as you pressed yourself into his body; wanting to feel as much of him as you could within one touch.

“Hush, love,” Michael cooed, his chest rumbling in your ear as his deep voice filled your senses, “I’m not going anywhere. Sleep.”

“I love you,” You tried to say that you loved him a second time, which immediately followed the first, and you felt a light pressure on your forehead as Michael kissed you with his full lips.

“I love you too. My Raven.” The last two words were full of pride, of joy and of love, and you finally, finally, found sleep in the arms of your Disney princess, of your Sinderella.

Only for you would Michael allow such liberties.

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Though you and Michael had met quite by chance, it was an encounter from which serendipity had been born. Your friendship and eventual relationship was an intense roller coaster which consisted only of celestial highs and hellish lows, but you wouldn’t change any of it for all the world.

He was your Antichrist, and you were his Raven, and though you were whole individuals, together were you the unstoppable King and Queen of the New World.

[dyns33]

With Murder House Michael : “AAAW ! You are a little baby ! I will take care of you, I will cuddle you all day, rock you, pet you, like a good mommy !” 

With Grunge, Hawthorne, and Sojourn Michael : “OOOOH ! You are a cute lost boy ! I will kiss you all day, cheer you up, annoy you while ruffle your hair, like a stupid (girl)friend !” 

With F&R and Outpost Michael : “HIIIII ! You are a daddy ! I will sit on your laps, rub my nose against you neck, ask for your praises and attentions, like the child I am !” 

[tateisabigmood]

Michael Langdon Imagine- Cuddling

A/N: sorry for being so inactive, but school has been rough and i haven’t been very well, mentally. also, i got a 7,7 for my english test and i’m lowkey disappointed because it was a writing test but o well

Summary: Michael has no problem with showing you just how much he loves you, even with others around.

warnings: none

wordcount: 375 ( issa short one )

pairing: Michael Langdon x ( non gender specific ) Reader

You are clingy. You had to admit that. The constant reassurance that your partner loves you was something that you just needed. Skin-to-skin contact was your lifeline. Whether it was just holding a hand or cuddling into someone's side, you needed it.

Luckily, Michael had no problem with PDA. If anything, he encouraged it. He would ask you to sit next to him when he was working or to hold your hand during dinner. Yes, he prefers to privacy with you but in a post-apocalyptic world, privacy is a luxury that is not always available. Just like now.

Even with you laying on top of him while occupying the entire couch, Michael still radiates dominance. Everyone is listening intently to him as he explains more about the interviews to them while he is rubbing the exposed skin on your arm.

Your fingers twist his soft locks around them, playing with the silky strains. “ What happens to those who don’t make the interviews? “ Coco asks. Michael is about to answer her but you beat him to it. “ They’ll die, “ you say while dropping your voice slightly to sound like a comic villain. You chuckle at your self softly.

You look up at Michael to see him already looking at you. “ Sorry, “ you mumble. Michael gives you a small kiss on your forehead before continuing his story. “ Y/n’s right, you’ll die. “.

After he has finished up talking he orders everyone to leave so you two can be alone. You move around so that instead of laying on top of him, you’re now laying next to him. Michael lets his fingers trail over your cheeks. You two lay there for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence.

“ I’m sorry for interrupting you. “ you say. Michaels shakes his head, as well as you can do that while laying down. “ Don’t be. “. You croak out a small “ okay  “ before burying your head into his chest.

“ I love you, “ you mumble against his cotton covered chest. His fingers lace through your as he brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a small kiss against your knuckles. “ I love you too. “.

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