#michael bluth fanfic

[asphaltsugar]

michael bluth x reader

extras: suggestive but more so in reader’s thoughts than any actions; pet names ‘sweetheart’ & ‘doll’; no pronouns or use of y/n; just something short bc he’s been plaguing my mind since i started watching arrested development a few days ago

becoming an assistant to kitty consisted of simple—boring, but you wouldn’t admit that—busy work: organizing papers from the copy room, taking calls when she (frequently) left, buying ink or staples whenever there was word of the absence of either, discreetly eyeing the head of the company whenever he passed with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled to the bones of his elbows; why else would his office be behind the secretary’s desk?

she told you michael asked one morning if you could bring the copies to his office directly, rather than handing them off to her to do so; she grumbled something about him not trusting her—whether it was a quote or simply her irritability bleeding into her request, you didn’t pry—with an eye roll and an annoyed tapping of her pen to the desk. you could tell she really did not care—it was less work for her to do, more time to catch the phone if his father called.

you did as you were asked. you made the turn into his office rather than the straight path to kitty’s desk, knocking on the already-open door as a greeting along with a brief ‘good morning’ (even though he had echoed the same words when the two of you crossed paths earlier).

his head raised from whatever he was writing in a haste, flipping a page as he sent you a smile.

“you can just leave them right there...” he drawled with a slight raise to his eyebrows, eyeing your respective movement to the corner of his desk. “that’s perfect. thank you, sweetheart.” it was quick, thrown out of his lips with a charming crease underneath his eyes.

you nodded, reminding him with a routine phrase to let you know if he needed anything else. you hoped he didn’t exactly catch the brief glance to his hands atop his desk, baby blue sleeves, of course, rolled to his elbows.

delivering papers to the head of the company, whom they were intended for in the first place, was not unusual, not difficult.

michael was definitely making it so.

no matter if he was bickering with someone on the other line, scoffing at a file and marking another, only meeting eyes with a narrowing of his own if his head was still angled to the work atop his desk, whenever you came in with a new number of papers in hand, he made sure to offer you a smile, fiddle with the folded edges of his shirt around his arms. if there wasn’t anyone in the room or another voice registering through the phone, he would ask how your day was going with a low cadence to his voice, nodding regardless of what you said.

the days were much the same. you handed him copies and files; he muttered ‘thanks, doll’ in a lower octave, a tilt of his head. his actions were becoming less a friendly demeanor and more of an ease into whatever made a heat crawl to the skin of your neck, the shells of your ears, your eyes to wander to the slope of his nose or the way he shifted to spread his legs at his desk chair.

kitty, to no one’s surprise, left early one shift, leaving you to do more work than you knew she even had that day. the office was quiet into the later hours, save for the one sitting in the room behind you muttering under his breath.

you ended the last few minutes in the copy room, already tracking the path to michael’s desk, the elevator, your apartment. the fluorescent lights were a sore that sunk into the blacks of your pupils, and you might as well have kept track of the number they subconsciously flitted to the open door of his office.

but, he wasn’t at his desk. you rifled through the pages to check that you copied the right ones and he stood in the doorway of the copy room after having been looking for you, and you hadn’t noticed him until you were nearly chest to chest.

your apologies blended into one another, his hand already reaching out in belief the papers were to slip out of yours.

before you could ask, the dusty blues of his eyes broke contact to glance at your hands.

“i got ‘em, you can head on home.” his speech was tired, slow, punctuated with a small breath and his hand brushing against your own, gesturing with a wink to the door.

perhaps it was the sleep that strung itself in your figure, or maybe it was a simple itch that needed to be scratched, but you placed a kiss to his cheek as a thank you, not glancing back as you made your way to grab your stuff.

“have a nice night, michael.”

he could call if he needed anything—the almost displeased rasp in the brief apology that met your ear through the phone a few hours later proved your point.

[teagballs]

michael bluth x reader where reader also works in business and has a bad day or something and since michael is at work (they work in diff places) he goes drinking with gob once he is done. michael taking care of a drunk reader lol. i love ur writing

take them home | michael bluth x !drunk reader

authors note: did u miss me hiiiii definitely hasn't been three months or anything. SORRY YALL im in the middle of exams rn im struggling so hard 💔 motivation to write came back when i should be studying tho ??? wtf ???? idek. anyway heres some sweet michael for the SOUL he'd be the best bf ever!!!!!

cw: drunk reader, drinking too much, vomiting. other than that just fluff!! enjoy

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You swear you could have cried when the clock finally struck six. Today was terrible, putting it simply. From an early start to annoying co-workers to an abundance of paperwork, it seemed you couldn't catch a break. To make matters worse, you knew Michael wouldn't be home till late. The responsibility he had in his position left him working after hours. You needed to release some of your built-up stress, you needed a drink. But who would you go to? Who would be without responsibilities or cares and would be willing to get wasted with you?

"Hey Gob, do you wanna get a drink?"

He was more than happy to hit the bar with you and also a terrible influence. Drinks seemed to tally up within minutes when it had actually been hours and hours. He definitely could handle his drink better than you. Because while he was still able to form a coherent message, you were a blubbering mess.

"Another!" You slur out.

Gob discourages you finally, "Don't you have work tomorrow?"

"Who cares! All- all those pieces of shit can go- can- can go fuck... themselves" you stutter.

Gob wasn't having fun anymore. Now he was just taking care of a drunk person - he didn't want that weighing him down. So he called Michael to come pick you up.

Michael was not pleased to hear that after his 12 hours in the office, he had to pick up his absolutely shit faced partner up from his brother.

"You let them get that drunk, Gob? What's wrong with you?" Michael barked as you rest against his shoulder.

You lean against his form, looking up at his tousled locks. He definitely had them in his stressed grip a couple of times today. You play with the bottom of his tie as he speaks. Gob shrugs his lecturing off and leaves the pair of you.

With some difficulty, Michael gets you into the stair car and drives you to your apartment. He guides you up to your place and gently guides you to the sofa. He makes quick work of getting you a glass of water.

"Here, drink this," he hands you a glass. It's a chipped and old looking glass, just in case. You ignore the glass and instead try to get him to sit down with you.

"Michael, you looked tired, come lay down with me," you dragged, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could. You were spread across the sofa ungracefully, limbs anywhere they would be comfortable.

"You need to go to bed," he tells you gently. You whine out like a toddler.

"Come on! I wanna stay up with you!" you say before shifting up into a sitting position and giggling.

"You have work tomorrow," he sighs at you. He, too, has work tomorrow and would love to stay up with you, but can't.

"So? I hate that job! Who cares if I'm off cause of a-" you cut yourself off by covering your mouth and dry heaving, "a hangover-" you bolt up right and stumble to your bathroom, stabilising yourself on the walls. Michael follows closely behind.

He runs hand up and down your back and holds your hair as you throw up. The vomiting must have sobered you up a little because you suddenly feel the not so fun effects of alcohol. You rub your face, feeling hot a clammy. Michael looks at you with only concern as he hunches on the floor with you. He cups your face, and you lean your face away.

"Don't..." you grumble. "I'm gross and drunk."

Michael smiles as he smoothes over your cheek, "That may be true, but I still love you," he chuckles. You're unsure how he's even facing you with how bad your breath probably is.

"I'm tired," you sigh deeply and sniffle a little.

"I'm sure you are." Michael agrees, doing that knee slap thing as he makes his way to his feet again. "C'mon," he holds out his hand for you to take. Supporting one hand on your bath, you use the other to take his.

He guides you to your bed where you flump down. With effort, he takes your shoes off, and you turn over and wrap the duvet tight around your frame.

"Alright, sweetheart, I'm off. I'll see you tomorrow," Michael murmurs and watches your exhausted form.

"No!" you exclaim. "No, don't go!" Suddenly frantic, you unwrap yourself from your duvet cocoon.

"What do you want me to do?" He forms a lips pressed together smirk, he finds your pure distraught at the idea of him going home and getting a good night's rest awful amusing.

"Stay here! Stay in my bed!" you beg your boyfriend. In the morning, you'll remember how drunk and pathetic you were last night and grimace.

"But I have work in the morning. I'll need to go home and get ready." He toys. He already knows he'll be staying the night. He'll just have to get up early and grab his stuff for the office. Or maybe he'll take the day off, he deserves it after all.

"No, please!" You whine out again and tug on his hand. He laughs heartily and drops onto the bed, making sure to squash none of your limps.

Finally satisfied, you wrap your legs around him. You're both still in your work clothes, but who cares? You're cosy.

Tucking your head into his neck, you slur out a, "love you,"

"Love you too," he smiles, exposing his little tooth gap.

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[part-t1mes0u1mate]

How it feels liking something so obscure there’s no fanfic for it spare a couple of deranged ao3 works

[zorraansiando]

An unexpected follow up to my last Arrested Development fic, in which Michael and Gob are soft and weird.

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It had become something of an instant mood lifter, seeing the way Gob lit up at the smallest gesture, so used to being shot down by their shitshow of a family.

Still, though, Michael knew he wasn’t in a particularly generous mood at the moment with George Michael’s seemingly constant absence, and Gob deserved better than that from him.

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Tagging the beacons of AD fandom @andithil and @alivingsaint bc I thought you may want to read after being so kind to my fic so long ago! ���

[zekoagun]

if nobody else feels like michael bluth is bisexual i think i’ll EXPLODE

[d0iezz]

I was gonna do the michael bluth fan fiction as like a one off thing but it got more attention then I thought it would...sooo should I write more fanfics for funsies

[romana-after-dark]

Dead Dove December

Hello everyone! This December I’m hosting an event for the Oscar Isaac and Pedro Pascal fandom that I’m calling, Dead Dove December! From 12/01/2023 - 12/31/2023 I’m encouraging others to create something that expresses their deepest and (most importantly) darkest desires. I will be reblogging all pieces of art or fanfiction, and will post a masterlist in January. 

Details below the cut…

What is Dead Dove Do Not Eat?

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, or DDDNE has its origins in one of my comfort shows!

The phrase comes from a meme referencing the 2003 Arrested Development episode "Top Banana", in which Michael Bluth opens a paper bag labeled "DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT" and, upon discovering that there is a dead dove inside the bag, says, deadpan, "I don't know what I expected." - fanlore.org

In short, what you see in the tags is what you should expect to see in the fic. This can apply for any type of fic, including the fluffy ones, but it’s usually associated with darker themes. That being said, this is your warning that this is a DARK THEMED EVENT. If you aren’t comfortable with darker topics like non-con, excessive violence, blood/gore, death, toxic relationships, 18+ age gaps, and more, then I encourage you not to participate in this event.

How to Participate

For the month of December, post your Dead Dove fanfiction or fan art on your blog. Use the tag #deaddovedecemeber2023 and tag me. You can also send a link via ask or DM if you like! I will not be posting anything for you, just reblogging and linking. At the end of December I will post a masterlist with links to everyone’s works! Side Note - Since Tumblr doesn’t really allow for NSFW art, you can post your work on Twitter or any other site that allows it and just send me that link so I can add it to the masterlist.

Rules

You MUST be 18+ to participate. I will be checking your blog/social media to be sure. Please make sure your age is easy to find. If I find that you’re a minor or if your age isn’t readily present I will be blocking you and you will be unable to participate. You can just add that you are over 18 if you don’t want your age out on the internet. As the creator and promotor of this event, I need to know I’m not interacting with minors given the nature of this event.

The work MUST be dark in some way. There’s no limit to how dark your work needs to be or can be, but it needs to contain some sort of dark theme in order to qualify. If non con isn’t your thing, dub con via stockholm syndrome or brainwash can let you write a more comfortable scene while still remaining dark. Fics and art do not necessarily need to be NSFW.

Do NOT post anything before 12/01/2023. I will not count submissions prior to that date or after 12/31/2023. Masterlsit will be posted in January.

Your work MUST contain the proper tags. I won’t police how detailed your tags should be, but, for instance, if your work contains non-con, and you didn’t tag non-con then your work will not qualify. Please be inclusive in your writing where you can.

You may submit no more than two (2) pieces. This can include a fanfic and fanart, two fanfics or two fanarts. This is to allow someone to write a piece and make a work of art to accompany it.

I’m not going to yuck someone’s yum, but there are some things I’m just personally not comfortable with and since I’ll be reading/viewing all of these, I have a few things not allowed in the event. The list of what’s NOT allowed is shorter than the list of what IS allowed so here’s a list of the things that will NOT be tolerated in this event:

No underage/aged up minor content - To clarify, this includes things popular ships like - TLOU 1 or Show Ellie x Joel or Miguel O’Hara X Gwen Stacy. No "ageing up" minors for the purpose of a fic.

No Bestiality - To clarify, monsterfucking does NOT count as bestiality (at least to me). For example, werewolves, venom, Khonshu, e.t.c. are all allowed.

No incest - To clarify, step-sibling/step-parent relationships are permitted as long as everyone is 18+. Selfcest relationships are also allowed (like Moon Knight or Miguel with his alternate self, e.t.c.).

If you’re unsure if something is allowed or not, you can send me a DM or an ask for clarification prior to posting.

You can use any prompts you want or none, you aren’t tied to any one idea but here are some to get the ideas flowing if you need them!

Also, you can absolutely use a fic to inspire your art, or art to inspire a fic! Your inspiration piece, whether yours or someone else’s does not have to be from December, but you MUST obtain permission from the original creator before I promote your work. Most creators are happy when their work inspires others, and all my fics are open to being used for inspiration, but please reach out to the creator first.

I’m very excited! I’ve never done anything like this before so things may be updated as I go so bear with me! Looking forward to seeing what you all come up with!

Dividers and header made by the amazing @melodygatesauthor

Please consider reblogging to spread the word!

[brocktonbay]

there's PACT DICE??? i thought weaverdice was the only bad role-playing game

this is the pact dice masterdoc which contains links to all the other pact dice docs

this is the current main ruleset

but you DO also need to read the weaver dice document because it's "the system that Pact Dice is based on, minus super powers."

step number three is extra important because if you're like me and don't do this and also haven't looked at weaver dice in years, you won't know that you need a d6 until you hit page 17 out of 115 on the pactdice main doc

i was going to post a more detailed rundown about how bewildered and bemused i am by the system, but there's a disclaimer at the top of the main rules doc that explains that Pact Dice is a WIP side project and should be taken as such. [michael bluth i don't know what i expected.gif] ALSO it goes against my personal policy of being a hater in public online for extended periods of time so i shan't

TL;DR if you can follow along with all the charts and tables then i'm very happy for you and hope you enjoy your competitive draft character creation. i personally have used the Practitioner and Other classification docs for ttrpg and fanfic purposes! and i'm not even a Word of God reader! But at the end of the day i struggle to understand why a setting i love for its malleability and subjectivity has such an overwritten and classification-dependent rule system :(

[aprylynn]

I was tagged by @summerwave @jiminsproof @epiphanytear to do this test and share the results! This was literally so long ago I don’t even remember 😂

I don’t know a lot of these characters (except Kif that made me laugh so hard 😂😂😂) but I was happy to see I share a lot with the people who tagged me 💜💜💜

Some other ones that got me excited were:

40. Samwise Gamgee (LOTR) 50. Burton Guster (Psych) 61. George Michael Bluth (Arrested Development) 92. Tina Belcher (Bob's Burgers) as if i could write fanfic like her 😭 97. Amy Santiago (B99) 106. Liz Lemon (30 Rock) 115. Calvin's mom (Calvin & Hobbes) 121. Ben Wyatt (Parks and Rec) 130. Charles Boyle (B99) 132. Ted Mullens (Schitt's Creek) 137. Winston Bishop (New Girl) 151. Rom (Star Trek DS9) 152. Miles O'Brien (Star Trek DS9) 159. Geordi La Forge (Star Trek TNG) 160. Chidi Anagonye (The Good Place) 180. Harry Kim (Star Trek Voyager) 200. Amy Sosa (Superstore)

Okay that's enough. I for sure see a pattern here and I love it :))))

Tagging @lauraperfectinsanity @cosmicdreamgrl @cordiallyfuturedwight @sevencoloredstar @raplinenthusiasts (if some of you already did this sorry again this was so long ago 😂)

[alivingsaint]

Title: Getting into the Spirit

Authors: @alivingsaint

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Michael Bluth/Gob Bluth

Additional Tags: Sibling Incest, Blow Jobs, Office Sex, Halloween

Words: 2820

Summary: Some traditions never die. For Michael, it’s not for lack of trying. For Gob… over his dead body.

[thefabelmans2022]

First day of summer, 1981

A flashback to the Bluth family arriving at their summer home on the first day of summer vacation in 1981. Featuring teenage Gob, preteen Michael and Lindsay, practically-a-baby Buster, sibling relationships, low levels of angst, high levels of gratuitous piano playing.

Read on ao3

[asphaltsugar]

suggestive! ━━━ MICHAEL BLUTH and his voice

it was a confession he would certainly revel in, such a mundanity to his person that was a contrary if you were asked. you could keep it as a guilty pleasure of sorts for just a while longer.

at your insistence he not hang up, his eyes widened ever so slightly, darting to the watch at his wrist.

“it’s... nearly midnight.”

you sighed through a smile. “do you have a bedtime?” a bite, knowing he would reply with a dry laugh and something else to say—and that was all you wanted of him.

and he did just that, breathed a laugh. agreed with an ‘alright’ muttered, barely audible with how low his cadence dipped and the albeit shitty connection it traveled through.

you weren’t exactly sure how long the two of you spoke. you had him relay his shift that morning, anything that occurred at the model home, the banana stand, told him he could tell you whatever he wanted with a dreamy sigh.

he figured it was a joke, the late hour finding its way onto your tongue. but the thought passed in your mind that he must know, what with the hums and lows he would mutter past his lips, the most boring of talk given in a lure. there wasn’t any effort, any entendre in his delivery; just a man whose need for sleep was being betrayed—to your almost greedy satisfaction—by his speech.

at one point something akin to a whine crossed his lips with his words. a grin nearly spread on your cheeks; a defeated laugh from him soon followed.

“i don’t have anything else to tell you, sweetheart. ‘m afraid i’ll bore you to death.”

you hummed, palm against your cheek. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

a similar sound, a delicate rumble from his throat. “good night,” he whispered.

something so inconspicuous garnered such a response, and he would be sure to remind you to the shell of your ear and a hand dragging up your hip.

[sharpie-arpi]

hey arrested development people that also write fanfics I have a request for y’all - can someone write a hanahaki disease fic PLEASE

The plot would be that Michael gets the disease after some argument with one of his siblings (maybe Lindsey or Gob not Buster lmao) He goes to a doctor about it or a library to find out what it is and then he decides to hide it from the family because they got bigger things to worry about. The family doesn’t even notice cause Michael hides it well from everyone and they got their own problems to deal with. There’s a day where either Lucille or Gob get suspicious of Michael because it seems like he’s hiding something from them but they forget about it later. George Michael finds out one day but Michael tells him to hush hush about it and that he’s working on it. When all the Bluths are together and they are arguing that’s when it gets serious and Michael faints and his cough gets worse and you can figure out the ending ok slay

TAG ME WHEN U R DONE WRITING EITHER ON MY TUMBLR OR MY AO3 @readingmyotpsandships1!

[theobscurepotato]

Yuletide Recs, Part 1

Bind Them About Thy Neck - The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly; Characters: Tuco Ramirez; Category: Gen

I can't stop talking about this fic. If you, like me, were thinking "fanfic, for this movie? Really?" please give this a shot. Poetic, beautiful -- an amazing character study.

Roses, Too - Enchanted Forest Chronicles; Characters: Cimorene, Kazul; Category: Gen

This fic reads like a missing scene from the books, which is the greatest compliment I can give for fic for this series. Hitting me right in the childhood nostalgia.

A Shimmering Balance Act - Arrested Development; Characters: George Michael Bluth, Maeby Funke; Category F/M

I've read this one at least five times over. Excellent characterization, dialogue --it's so funny & tender & I just hope for these two kids.

...And last but not least, my two excellent gifts!

Banished - Thronebreaker; Characters: Gascon Brossard, Reynard Odo; Category: M/M

Snarky and sexy and surprisingly tender; exactly what I love about this ship. My favorite piece of yuleporn this year.

Winds of Angren - Thronebreaker; Characters: Gascon Brossard, Reynard Odo; Category: M/M

I'll let the tags speak for this one, literally all my favorite things in one excellent story: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Food, Drinking, Heartfelt Conversations, Teasing, Eventual Happy Ending

[zorraansiando]

As Gob’s timid question trailed off, Michael started, all thoughts of work evaporating from his mind. He felt his expression settle in a soft, encouraging smile and pushed back from his desk, standing tall as their dynamic re-established itself. Now that he thought about it, it had been a little while since Gob had last had the chance to kneel for him, and the warning signs had all but been flashing neon at him. Shit. He needed to be better about this.

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aka I have a lot of thoughts about Gob's neediness and Michael's caretaker vibes....

[holmesandtheroman]

I don’t know if my previous asked ever sent because my phone messed up and closed out the app.. but how do I find Bateman fanfics? It never occurred to me there would even be any out there

I just search for shows that he’s been in on AO3. My favorite is Ozark and there’s a few Marty Byrde x Reader fics there but not many. I don’t think there’s any for Michael Bluth (on AO3 anyway). I’ve seen some straight up Bateman x Reader fics here on tumblr but I always think it’s awkward reading those because they’re real people with real lives, you know? In any case, I’m still doing some more searching myself, so if you want I can post updates on what I find.