#michael clifford dialogue

[ameliora-j]

— fame f❊cker 𐐪𐑂 michael clifford

𐐪𐑂 summary -> the four times you fucked a different member of the same band, and the one time they all found out 𐐪𐑂 A 5 PART SERIES

𐐪𐑂 content -> part one!, alcohol, bar meetcute, reader not rlly having boundaries, tipsy sex, non australian implied reader, tons of pet names (kitten, pretty girl, my love, etc.), unprotected piv, soft dom!mikey, stranger sex, degradation, praise, humiliation, slight feelings of insecurity (mikey), daddy kink, choking, oral (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), slight size kink, creampie, THIS BLOG IS 18+ MDNI

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Michael sits inside the dingy city bar, beer bottle in hand. The rest of the band are all strewn about the bar, having their go at girls, dancing and chatting them up—but he sits alone. Michael always was the least approached of the band members. Though, he didn’t mind—he liked being alone. He sits at the corner of the bar, his leather jacket hanging off the chair beside him so no one would attempt to sit with him.

That’s why, when you walk up to the bar and sneak right in between his legs, Michael is shocked. “‘Scuse me” you murmur to the man quietly, setting a hand on his thigh as you fit yourself between him and the bar. “Peach margarita please” you smile at the bartender.

By this point, he senses you’re already nearing drunk, the hand on his thigh being used to stabilize yourself rather than invade his personal bubble. He sets a hand on your hip to aid in your stabilization. His hand is large, warm and igniting a fire in your belly as he squeezes lightly at your hip.

“Sorry hun we’re out of peach flavor. I can do raspberry, strawberry, mango, or watermelon” the bartender smiles apologetically at you. You pout a bit, your shoulders sinking slightly in disappointment.

“Well… Can I get the most non-alcohol tasting drink with alcohol in it?” You ask, causing the girl to laugh a bit.

Michael’s interest is piqued further now, he thinks you’re just about the prettiest thing that’s ever come and forced itself upon his lap—and he’s thanking all his lucky stars you had. “She’ll take a tequila sunrise” he speaks up, smiling at the bartender, then you. “Put it on my tab” he adds.

At this, you turn to the mystery man who’s buying you alcohol—and whose lap you’re practically sat atop of. “If you think this means you’re getting your dick wet tonight, you’re insane… I hope you know” you hum softly.

Michael smirks a bit as he eyes you up and down. “Let me get this straight… You invade my personal space… practically sit on my lap… and then I’m insane for wanting to get my dick wet?” He lets out a genuine belly laugh at this, gazing at you.

Your face heats with embarrassment, finally realizing the position you’re in as you pull back and sit in the seat beside him. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t… Uh…” You stammer, shaking your head nervously.

He smiles at this, gently tipping your chin up. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it” he mutters lowly, kissing the corner of your lips. “To answer your question,” he sips his beer, “no hun, don’t wanna get my dick wet” he shakes his head. “I’d like to chat a bit if that’s alright?” He tries. “If not, you can just take the drink and be on your way.” He nods.

You smile softly as you finally get a good look at him. He’s cute… Sweet. He kinda reminds you of a kitten. “Well… I suppose you did just buy me a drink” you smile softly. ��And I could never in good conscience sit on a strange bar man’s lap and not offer him something in return” you joke softly as you make yourself comfortable.

The bartender brings your drink over quickly and you smile, thanking her as she sets it in front of you. “So… What brings you to this skimpy little dive bar?” You ask Michael.

“A beer” he smirks, holding up said drink. “And you?” He reciprocates.

“Apparently a tequila sunrise, Mr. Mystery Man” you giggle softly.

“Mr. Mystery Man?” He raises a brow—questioning, curious. In truth, he’s a bit shocked you don’t know who he is—but simultaneously thankful that he can just be himself. “I like that, Tequila Girl.” He jokes back.

“Tequila Girl is a new one” you hum softly, sipping your drink. “WOW! That is really good” you emphasize as you look over at him.

“Well I’m glad you like it, Tequila Girl” he smiles—soft but prideful as he lifts his glass bottle and tips it towards you. You clink your glass against his botte and smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Mystery Man” you say genuinely.

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Mr. Mystery Man—Michael, you had learned to be his name—was an excellent conversationalist. Not only that, he was easy to talk to. Charming, funny, smart—and extremely good looking.

The two of you fell into an easy conversation—about video games, cars, hobbies, music, your dreams, his dreams, you even delved a bit into each other’s backgrounds. The two of you became so absorbed in talking to each other that your drinks were long forgotten—until the bartender was telling you it was last call.

“Would you like to come hang out at my hotel?” Michael asks as you lift your purse onto your shoulder. “It’s been amazing talking to you, and I… Don’t want the night to end yet” he smiles—shy for the first time that evening.

That seals the deal for you—this guy could absolutely not get any cuter. You hum, pretending to think for a second before offering him a cute smile. “Only if you let me borrow more comfortable clothes” you nod, looking down at your short, sparkly sequined black dress and high heels.

“It’s a deal” he smiles back, nodding as he takes your hand. If you weren’t so infatuated with the man’s scent and eyes, you’d have noticed him hiding your face as he leads you out of the parking lot and up to a big black Range Rover. You’d been swooning over Michael all night, but when he opens your door and holds your hand to help you step into the truck, you downright fall in love on the spot.

The drive to his hotel is short, only about 15 minutes from the bar. When he opens your door for you and helps you out, you finally realize that for some reason or other he’s still hiding you in his jacket. You let out tipsy little giggles as you stumble a bit over your stilettos, walking so close to him. “Why am I hiding in here?” You whisper.

“I’ll tell you in the morning… Deal?” He hums softly, rubbing your back as you get into the elevator. “Just keep your head down, pretty girl” he hums, kissing the back of your head as you two step into the elevator.

For the moment you’re thankful your head is down because if you think your face was warming up as he calls you ‘pretty girl,’ then it’s damn near on fire as his lips press to your head. “Okay…” You whisper in a slight daze, your head swimming with lust and attraction. The two of you stand in the elevator for what feels like eternities, and when you step off, you see that you’re on the 60th floor.

“Room 60-304, love. Here we are” he smiles as he unlocks the door with his key card. You hold in a gasp as you step into the room, stilettos clicking against the marble floor.

“It’s beautiful” you whisper, spinning around slowly as you glance at everything. He smiles softly, watching you twirl around the room. “Oo, Krispies!” You exclaim in excitement, rushing over to the mini bar. You reach forward, but pull your hand back a bit, remembering hotels charge for practically everything you touch.

“Go for anything you want, beautiful” he smiles softly, nodding in reassurance. You squeal in excitement, reaching forward once more and grabbing the Rice Krispies Treat. If he had to, Michael would pinpoint this moment in time as the first time he truly fell in love. “I’ll be right back hun, I’m gonna get ya some comfortable clothes.”

You smile softly around the treat in your mouth, nodding as you look at him. He then retreats to the bedroom, and you walk to the couch, making yourself comfortable. Michael was back within ten minutes, now shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants. He held a pair of basketball shorts and a large t-shirt in his hands for you, neatly folded as he held the stack out to you. “Thanks Mikey” you smile softly, wiping your Krispies crumbs on your dress as you take the clothes and go change in the bathroom.

He sits on the couch, flipping through for a movie as he waits for you to come back. Michael begins to worry when you take longer than ten minutes, and just as he’s about to go and check on you, you come out—hair wet, face cleaned and refreshed, and body swimming in his clothes. Michael never in his life would have imagined that the sight of a woman wearing comfortable clothes would turn him on this much.

He’s unsure if it’s because it’s his clothes, or if it’s because it’s you in his clothes… Or maybe it’s just you. But no matter, he’s fighting for nearly his life to hide the large boner straining against his sweatpants as he watches you walk over and sit on the couch. “Sorry… I felt sticky and wanted a shower” you explain shyly.

“Don’t apologize” he smiles softly. “Feel better?” He asks, smiling again as you nod. “Here, love” he hums, passing you a water bottle.

“Thanks, Mikey” you smile, taking a sip of your water. “So the accent tells me you’re clearly not from here… What brings you to town?” You ask curiously as you sit criss-cross applesauce and turn to face him.

“Would you believe me if I said vacation?” He asks, humming as he turns to face you.

“Honestly, not really. But mainly cus I live here so it’s so boring to me” you giggle. “How’s your vacation so far?” You smile.

“It’s only day one but I’d say it’s going really good so far” he smiles. “Have you lived here your entire life?” He asks you, causing you two to delve into your backgrounds and a bit of family history. It’s then when you realize you could listen to Michael speak for hours, even if he just spoke in circles.

You don’t even realize you’re not paying attention to him until a smirk begins to play on his lips. “What?” You whisper, blushing as you finally make eye contact with him.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl” he hums softly. “Or… Were you not paying attention?” He taunts.

“I… No I was paying attention” you pout softly. “I was just… thinking” you mumble lamely, biting your lip and racking your brain for what question Michael possibly could have asked you. Going with the safest probability you hum and look up at him. “Yes” you nod.

Michael’s smirk widens, and he snorts a bit over an attempt to bite back a laugh. “Yes?” He asked softly, raising a brow.

“Don’t laugh!” You insist, crossing your arms with a frown. “What’s so wrong about it?” You huff.

“My love…” your face burns in embarrassment at the nickname, forcing back a smile. “I asked you what you like to do for fun,” he hums softly. Your face burns hotter now, realizing you’d been caught not paying attention. Maybe he doesn’t know why you’re not focusing on his words. This thought saves you from your embarrassment untill he proceeds to ask: “What’s got you so distracted, kitten?”

You whine softly at the petname, your hips shifting. “Mikey…” You whisper softly, looking up at him with wide, dazed eyes.

“Oh baby… You want it, don’t you?” He mocks, moving closer to you as he pushes your hair behind your ear. You nod, pouting at him as you reach to touch him. He tuts softly, shaking your head as he holds your wrists. “No my love… tell me what you want” he smirks.

You whine again, frowning at him. “Mikey…” You insist, trying to wriggle free. Michael, however, is having none of it. He raises a brow, doubling down as he stares at you with a fiery gaze. You get lost in the green of his pretty eyes, tugging your lip between your teeth as you whine a bit. “Want you, please…” you whisper.

“Awh honey… Just a few hours ago you were calling me insane for wanting to get my dick wet and now you’re practically begging for it” he mocks, pinching your cheek tauntingly. “You’re so cute” he murmurs, leaning in and kissing up your jaw.

“But you need to be louder” he orders. A gentle one, but assuring you knew that he was in charge, and you’d follow his orders for the night. Not that you had any qualms about that… This beautiful man that you’d met no more than four hours ago could throw you around like a ragdoll and you’d sing praises to his name without him having to ask.

“I want you… Mikey, I need you. Know you can make me feel really really good… Want it pretty please” you look up at him with a cute pout. The innocent look in your eyes has Michael’s cock twitching in his pants, biting his lip and groaning at your pathetically cute whiny voice.

Michael would be lying if he said watching you beg for him didn’t inflate his ego just a bit. There was a ton of guys in that bar tonight, hell the rest of his band was in that bar… but you chose him. You went home with him. He was the man you were about to spread yourself out for, give your body to. The man that you were begging to touch you and make you feel good.

The knowledge of the power he currently holds over you makes his cock even harder in his pants. He groans, giving up on his attempt at keeping composure as he pushes you back against the couch cushions, enveloping your mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. You moan against his mouth, arching your back as his hands run over your body. “Pretty little thing” he mumbles as he pulls your shirt off, immediately kissing across your chest.

Michael’s hands are quick, but skillful as well. His fingers calloused due to the years of guitar playing, and you moan as the rough pads pinch at your already hardening nipples. You whine again, your hips bucking, causing your pulsing pussy to grind against his thigh as he fits himself between your legs. “Michael…” You breathe, moaning quietly.

“You make the prettiest noises baby” he murmurs softly, nipping down your neck. “‘Specially when you’re moaning my name” he mumbles, trailing kisses and hickies down your neck, to your chest. “Do it again” he growls quietly.

You gasp softly, arching your back a bit as you follow his orders, moaning his name once more. This time when you do, you lean up directly into his ear, breathing his name quietly as you tug at his hair. Michael groans at the sound of your voice, wrapping his hand around your neck. “Are you a virgin, pretty girl?” He teases.

“No, Daddy” you breathe softly, flushing in complete embarrassment as the honorific easily slips from your lips, your mind slipping quickly into a submissive haze. “I-I’m sorr-“ Michael stops your sentence almost as soon as it starts, squeezing a bit harder at your neck.

“Don’t apologize… Just keep saying it, Kitten” he smirks, leaning down and swallowing the moan that slips past your lips as he kisses you. He runs his hands down your sides, squeezing at your hips before sneaking a hand beneath your basketball shorts. “Did you leave your panties off?” He smirks, rubbing his thumb over the bare slit of your pussy. “Naughty, naughty girl” he tuts softly, shaking his head.

You whine as the pad of his thumb circles your swollen clit, unable to help the jerk of your hips as you grind against his hand. He sucks in air through his teeth as his middle finger pushes into your slippery hole, grunting as he presses down on your tummy a bit. “That’s a tight little hole, baby… Dunno if my cock’s gonna fit in it.” He mocks.

“No… No can make it fit” you moan louder as he pushes another finger into your cunt. “You can make it fit I need it” you whine loudly, arching your back.

“You’re so adorably pathetic” he laughs, crooking his fingers up to hit your gspot. “Keep making those pretty noises for Daddy ‘n maybe I’ll get you nice ‘n wet with my mouth before I split you open on this big cock.” He chuckles.

“Yes” you moan, nodding. “Yes, please,” you whine, fucking yourself on his fingers. “Oh fuck Daddy, please” you moan, circling your hips on his fingers. “Y’make me feel so good… Stretching me so good” you moan. By this point, your moans have become practically incoherent, stringing any word you could think of together in an attempt to form a sentence as you fuck youreelf on his hand.

Michael can’t take it anymore. Your whines and begs nearly have him busting out of his pants before he’s tearing off your’s. He groans at the sight of your bare cunt, pushing your legs up to your chest before diving in. He moans, spitting on your cunt before licking a bold stripe from your weeping hole up to your pulsing clit. You whine, your hands flying to his hair and pushing his face impossibly closer to your cunt.

His beard drags against your sensitive pussy lips as his mouth envelops your cunt. You’re whining out his name, leaking into his mouth as tears of pleasure leak from the corner of your eyes. You’re nearly sent over the edge as his lips wrap around your fat clit, puckering as he roughly sucks at the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling circles around it.

You whine loudly as you feel his fingers push into your entrance once more, a moan from him sending a shockwave to your cunt and igniting each nerve in your body causing your toes to curl and a loud moan to spill over your kiss-swollen lips. When you look down, you see Michael’s left hand wrapped around his thick cock. The head red and angry, dripping precum down onto the cushions of the couch as his hand strokes over it in quick motions. He’s grunting and groaning into your pussy, getting off on the taste of your and the sound of your moans alone.

Both of your heads are swimming in lust, Michael lost in his head as his ego inflates like a balloon hearing the amount of pleasure he’s causing you. The sound of him eating your cunt is filthy, making you impossibly wetter as you hear Michael’s slurps and grunts as he drinks from your cunt as if it’s a fountain of eternal youth. You tug at his long pink locks, the whiny little ‘Daddy’s spilling from your lips spurring him on as he moves faster. “Oh Daddy… Daddy please ‘m gonna cum” you whine, arching your back as you push his face even closer.

Michael chuckles as he pulls back, causing a perturbed whine to spill from your lips as you pout at him. “Oh baby… As much as I'd love to lick this little pussy until you cum… I wanna feel you squeezing my cock while you cum for me” he growls in your ear as he runs his cock through your slit.

Your hips buck as the head of his leaking cock nudges against your clit. Mikey pulls his lip between his teeth, taking a breath to calm himself as he pushes the head of his cock into your tight cunt. You whine at the stretch, pouting at him with wide eyes as your legs spread. “Please, Daddy…” you gasp.

“Fuck, Kitten” he groans as he slowly pushes his dick into you. “This tight cunt is gonna make me burst…” he grunts. “Gonna fuck this little pussy raw… Fill you up with my cum, pretty girl. Would you like that?” He taunts, moaning as he bottoms out, pressing down on your tummy.

“Yeah” you whimper. “Yeah, I like it a lot. Please” you breathe. Mikey’s awestruck at how quick he’s reduced you to nothing but moans and whines—soft cries of his name spilling from your lips as he fucks you slowly.

“You feel so good baby” he mumbles, his thumb coming to stroke against your clit. “Tightest little pussy I’ve ever had” he groans, pushing your leg up over his shoulder. You whine loudly as he pulls out and thrusts in once more, his cock kissing your gspot as your hips twitch.

“Big” you moan back, arching your back into him as he pulls your nipple between his lips. “Big-biggest… Big” you whine dumbly as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Michael chuckles at how pathetic you sound, squeezing at your throat as his hips pick up the pace, chasing his impending orgasm as he licks, sucks, and bites at your nipples. “Whose pussy is this baby?” He teases, smoothing your hair back as he holds you close to him. “Tell Daddy who you belong to ‘n I’ll let you cum.”

You whine, clenching tightly around him as more arousal spills from your cunt, making your opening more slippery and allowing Michael easier access to fuck you as he pleased. “I know you want to, baby… I feel your little cunt squeezing me… Tryin’ to milk me dry” he groans, his forehead falling to your shoulder as sweat drips off of him. “All you gotta do is tell me who you belong to, Kitten, Daddy’ll let you cum” he cooes mockingly, gently stroking over your clit.

Your voice is stuck in your throat, your jaw dropped in pleasure as you practically fight to breathe. You choke over a loud moan, your nails clawing down his back as you look into his pretty green eyes. Then and only then do you finally find a voice as his cock presses to your gspot. “You” you finally choke out loudly. “It’s yours… Your pussy I… It belongs to you!” You whine. “Oh fuck please let me cum, please!” You beg, your legs shaking as you try to hold off for him.

“Only because you beg so so pretty, Kitten” he smiles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as you moan. He holds your hip with his hand, keeping you pressed against his chest as he strokes over your clit. “Come on baby… Cum for Daddy ‘n I’ll fill you up” he whispered softly. “Keep your eyes on me baby, don’t close them” he hums, his hips stuttering as you squeeze around him.

You nod dumbly, your forehead pressed against his as you blink slowly. You swallow hard, your jaw dropping as your eyes roll back. “I’m… I’m… Cumming, ‘m cumming” you gasp around whines, your body shaking as you cum around Michael’s cock.

He groans as he feels the way you squeeze him, your cunt becoming impossibly tighter as he ruts into you. A cacophony of whines, moans, cries, and whines spill from your lips—your eyes never once breaking contact with Mikey’s as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Th-thank…” you gasp, your eyes rolling as you feel Mikey’s hips stuttering, his cock twitching against your gspot a few times before he presses his hips to your’s. His pelvis kisses your clit as the head of his cock kisses your cervix, spraying his cum deep into your awaiting womb as he lets out a symphony of moans.

He holds you to his chest as he cums, leaning in to press a passionate kiss to your lips. You let out soft whimpers and whines against his lips as your body twitches against his. He pulls back slowly, smiling lovingly as he smoothes your hair back. “Such a good girl, baby” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

You hum softly as you smile lazily at him. “Thank you, Daddy…” you whisper quietly, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“You’re so welcome, pretty girl” he smiles, kissing your nose gently as he pulls out slowly. “Now, let’s get you a bath.”

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[daniellesimagines]

twenty questions for fic writers

tagged by (not really): @swiftispunk !!!

1. how many works do you have on AO3? 5

2. what's your total AO3 word count? 1,607,034

3. what fandoms do you write for? 5sos, all time low, hot chelle rae (yes still lol). venturing more into stranger things and pedro pascal characters tho

4. top five fics by kudos i don't post all my fics separately (even tho i probably should 😅)

5. do you respond to comments? if they're in my inbox yes, but actual replies/reblogs not usually

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? drive you out of my mind or ghost of you

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? the rest of them lmao i hate when there's no happy ending !!

8. do you get hate on fics? i never really have honestly except for one or two like 10 years ago

9. do you write smut? they're in the drafts, will probably never see the light of day tbh

10. craziest crossover? i don't really do that actually, i'm not much of a crossover girlie

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? only two that i know of. they never asked to post it, but they did credit me as being the original writer and the other one ppl were telling me i was crazy for thinking it was stolen even tho it was posted word for word 🙄🙄

12. have you ever had a fic translated? no but that would be so cool i think 🥺

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? yes!!! nowhere to go with the lovely @maxxisbae (idr what their blog is anymore but all the parts we wrote are under my ficrec tag (pls be advised we never finished it tho))

14. all time favourite ship? y/n and character 😇

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i have one inspired by the movie apollo 13 that i'm so excited about but i just have not had the motivation to write any more for it :(

16. what are your writing strengths? definitely arguing dialogue. i love nothing more than to argue with (basically) myself

17. what are your writing weaknesses? getting to the part i actually started the fic for lol

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language? when writers put the translation in ( ) at the end of that line, my god it's just *chef's kiss*

19. first fandom you wrote in? hot chelle rae :')

20. favourite fic you've written? i'm gonna do top 5 bc i can't pick just one lol 1: broken love (ashton irwin) 2: fix a heart (luke hemmings) 3: moving along (michael clifford) 4: the last dance (marshall traver) (listen ok i loved this series and nOBODY ELSE DID) 5: where you go (eddie munson)

tagging: @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @joelsgreys @pedgito @sonderbucky @bxcketbarnes @icanbeyourjedi @clumsyclifford

[ulkaralakbarova]

Basket-case network news producer Jane Craig falls for new reporter Tom Grunnick, a pretty boy who represents the trend towards entertainment news she despises. Aaron Altman, a talented but plain correspondent, carries an unrequited torch for Jane. Sparks fly between the three as the network prepares for big changes, and both the news and Jane must decide between style and substance. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Tom Grunick: William Hurt Aaron Altman: Albert Brooks Jane Craig: Holly Hunter Ernie Merriman: Robert Prosky Jennifer Mack: Lois Chiles Blair Litton: Joan Cusack Paul Moore: Peter Hackes Bobby: Christian Clemenson Bill Rorich: Jack Nicholson Martin Klein: Robert Katims George Wein: Ed Wheeler Gerald Grunick: Stephen Mendillo Young Tom: Kimber Shoop Young Aaron: Dwayne Markee Young Jane: Gennie James Jane’s Dad: Leo Burmester Elli Merriman: Amy Brooks Anne Merriman: Jane Welch Clifford Altman: Jonathan Benya Mercenary: Frank Doubleday Lila: Sally Knight Spanish Cameraman: Manuel Alvarez Guerilla Leader: Luis Valderrama Guerilla Soldier: Francisco Garcia General McGuire: Richard Thomsen Commander: Nat Benchley Date-Rape Woman: Marita Geraghty Weekend News Producer: Nicholas D. Blanchet Makeup Woman: Maura Moynihan Floor Manager: Chuck Lippman Paul’s Secretary: Nannette Rickert Edward Towne: Timothy W. White Tom’s Soundwoman: Peggy Pridemore Emily: Emily Crowley Newsroom Worker: Gerard Ender Donny: David Long Chyron Operator: Joshua Billings Technical Director: Glenn Faigen Technical Director: Robert Grevemberg Jr. Control Room Director: Richard Pehle Weekend News Director: James V. Franco Assistant Director: Jimmy Mel Green Assistant Director: Raoul N. Rizik Technician: Mike Skehan Audio Visual Engineer: Franklyn L. Bullard News Theme Writer: Glen Roven News Theme Writer: Marc Shaiman Lecture Host: Alex Mathews Aaron’s Cameraman: Steve Smith Aaron’s Soundwoman: Martha Smith Mother in Hall: Cynthia B. Hayes Young Tough: Dean Nitz Young Tough: Phil Ugel Young Tough: Lance Wain Ellen: Susan Marie Feldman Tom’s Female Colleague: Jean Bourne Carinci Cab Driver: M. Fekade-Salassie Uniformed Cop: Gerald F. Gough Defense Dept. Spokesman: Robert Rasch NATO Spokesman: Robert Walsh Angry Messenger: John Cusack Film Crew: Producer: James L. Brooks Production Design: Charles Rosen Casting: Ellen Chenoweth Editor: Richard Marks Director of Photography: Michael Ballhaus Unit Production Manager: David V. Lester Music Editor: Bob Badami Associate Producer: Kristi Zea Original Music Composer: Bill Conti Camera Operator: David M. Dunlap Co-Producer: Penney Finkelman Cox Foley Editor: Mark P. Stoeckinger Costume Design: Molly Maginnis Executive Producer: Polly Platt ADR Recordist: Charleen Richards Associate Producer: Susan Zirinsky Color Timer: Bob Hagans Boom Operator: Joseph F. Brennan Hairstylist: Colleen Callaghan Foley Editor: Cindy Marty ADR Voice Casting: Barbara Harris Still Photographer: Kerry Hayes First Assistant Editor: Karen I. Stern Stunt Coordinator: Jery Hewitt Construction Foreman: Steve Callas Sound Effects Editor: Patrick Drummond Supervising Sound Editor: Robert Grieve Makeup Artist: Carl Fullerton Property Master: Mark Wade Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Rick Kline Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Donald O. Mitchell Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Kevin O’Connell Dialogue Editor: Dave Kulczycki Location Assistant: Peggy Pridemore Script Supervisor: Mary Bailey First Assistant Camera: Gábor Kövér Dialogue Editor: Jacqueline Cristianini Dialogue Editor: Frank Smathers ADR Editor: Jessica Gallavan Construction Coordinator: Bruce J. Gfeller ADR Editor: Jeff Rosen Set Decoration: Jane Bogart Best Boy Electric: Jerry DeBlau Unit Publicist: Anne Marie Stein Gaffer: John W. DeBlau Sound Effects Editor: Linda Whittlesey Production Coordinator: Cynthia Streit Sound Mixer: Thomas Causey Supervising ADR Editor: Beth Bergeron Second Assistant Director: David Sardi Negative Cutter: Donah Bassett Key Grip: Dennis Gamiello Location Manager: Stuart Neumann Dolly Grip: John Lowry First Assistant Director: Yudi Bennett Se...

[gothluke]

@imisskeek writes the best puppy!luke & lashton phone sm*t i have ever read. go read if you want to see 1/2 of the best the lashies have to offer: here.

[hailsfm]

did you call nev schulman ? because i'm dying to see how this unfolds. you should meet up with fake michael. maybe he's actually your double. you know, someone like those fake elvis' in vegas. or he's your evil twin and you two have been separated at birth. this could go so many ways, please tell me you gave him a superlike, don't let this story die. it's blockbuster material. / @cliffcrdsfm

i was just on tinder and someone was catfishing pretending to be me. i'm half tempted to do a superlike, see where this leads and if they will keep it up. if it makes me a narcissist pretending to be flirting with myself? so be it. so far, someone pretending to be me is still better than all the pics of fish. @hillsfmsstarters

[mashtonasfuck]

77 “Call me if you need anything.” with mashton? 🥺👉👈 love u!!

hi beth love u, hope u like it! 💙 as usual this ran away from me and is a 1500 word one shot 😌 send me a prompt from this list if you'd like to!

tw for panic attacks (Michael has one and Ashton talks him out of it)

Michael’s hands were shaking as he slowly dialed the phone number.

Call me if you need anything.

He tried to regulate his breathing as his finger hovered over the call button, weighing up the pros and cons in his mind.

–

The scrap of orange paper stuck on the fridge had been at the forefront of Michael's mind for days. Every morning when he rolled out of bed and into the kitchen it was just there. He hadn’t even needed to look at it to know what it said anymore.

Call me if you need anything.

The phone number was etched into Michael’s brain. He didn’t make a habit of memorising phone numbers, he only knew the important ones - his mum’s home number, Calum’s mobile number (all three of them), the pizza place three blocks away, and now this one. The one he wasn't sure he even wanted to remember.

–

He’d been in the grocery store when he’d felt the first wave of a panic attack washing over him. He’d tried to squash it down, get on with his shopping and get through the checkout before it got too bad, but by the time he’d pulled his wallet out to pay for his stuff his hands were shaking so badly that he’d dropped it twice.

“Sir, I’m sorry but I need to ask you to hurry up, I’ve got a line to get through.” The cashier was staring at him disapprovingly and Michael glanced up to see the line of people all staring at him.

“I.. uh.. forget about it.. m’sorry.” Michael grabbed his wallet and shoved it hastily into his pocket before he turned around and almost ran out of the store. He found a bench as far from the entrance as he could and collapsed onto it with his head in his hands. Michael tried to remember one of the breathing exercises Calum had taught him for moments like this, but all his brain could focus on was the people staring at him in the store. Panic bubbled up inside him and Michael let out a sob.

He couldn’t even buy groceries by himself.

“...you need to try...breathe for me okay...right here...you’re okay…”

Michael tore his head away from his hands and came face-to-face with a pair of hazel eyes looking at him worriedly. The man was crouched on the floor in front of him, grocery bags at his feet.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” The man’s voice was quiet as he spoke, “D’you think you can match your breathing to mine? Just wanna help you.”

Michael’s eyes widened as the man spoke and he instinctively pulled the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands before nodding slightly. The man smiled gently at him before continuing.

“M’kay, what we’re gonna do is breathe in for three seconds, then we’re gonna hold it for three seconds, then breathe out for three seconds. Then we’re gonna keep repeating that til you calm down a bit, take as long as you need. Ready?”

Michael was still staring at the man wide eyed but nodded back at him.

“Okay, let's breathe in.. 2.. 3.. m’kay now hold.. 2.. 3.. Breathe out.. 2.. 3..”

Michael let the man’s voice wash over him with his eyes closed, focussing on following his instructions. Vaguely in the back of his mind he realised that this is what Calum usually got him to do. Michael wasn’t sure how long it was before he felt better, but eventually he opened his eyes and smiled weakly at the stranger.

“Thanks..” Michael’s voice was a barely whisper as he spoke, but the man smiled back at him brightly.

“Hi there… you’re welcome, how are you feeling now?” The stranger ran a hand through his hair as he spoke and lowered himself to sit on the floor cross legged.

“Feel better… how’d you…?” Michael’s voice faltered and he realised how dry his throat was.

“How’d I know how to help you?” Michael nodded at the man, “Had my fair share of panic attacks n’I know it’s not always easy to remember how to help yourself. D’you need some water?”

Michael slowly reached towards the bottle of the water the man was holding out to him, taking it carefully and unscrewing the lid.

“M’Ashton by the way.” The man - Ashton - flashed him a smile before continuing, “I, uh, I was behind you in the line..”

Michael paled at Ashton’s words, panic creeping back into his subconscious until he felt a strong hand on the top of his sneaker.

“Hey… it’s all good. I actually laid into that cashier after you’d left.. Fuckin’ unprofessional bastard.”

Michael glanced up at Ashton, sensing that the other man was telling him the truth.

“I, um, I also grabbed your groceries for you.. Figured you might need them. Was just gonna leave them here for you but then I saw you panicking and well… here we are.” Ashton spread his hands in front of him as he spoke, and Michael realised that the groceries in the bags were in fact his.

“Why.. why would you do that? You don’t even know me..” Good things didn’t just happen to Michael, there had to be a catch.

“Like I said, I’ve had panic attacks myself.” Ashton shrugged, “‘Sides, I like doing nice things for people, helps me feel a bit better about the world.”

Michael blinked at Ashton not quite believing what was happening. The man had paid for his groceries.

“I can pay you back, don’t have cash right now, but if you have paypal or venmo or something..” Michael’s words died in his throat as Ashton waved him away.

“Honestly don’t worry about it man. Just promise me something?” Ashton was rooting around in his jacket pocket as he spoke, pulling out a pen and a piece of paper. “If anything like this ever happens again, or anything at all, call me?”

Michael looked down at the piece of paper Ashton was holding out to him.

Call me if you need anything.

He wasn’t sure why, but he took the paper off the other man and slid it into the pocket of his hoodie, pulling out his car keys afterwards.

“Would, um, would you help me take these to my car?” Michael glanced at Ashton and then at the grocery bags on the floor, “It’s kinda far and m’not sure I can carry it all…”

Ashton stood up in one fluid movement, bending down to pick up some of the grocery bags.

“Sure thing man, lead the way.” He smiled at Michael gently, and Michael found himself smiling back.

–

Michael almost dropped the phone as the call connected and Ashton’s voice came through the speaker.

“Hi, this is Ashton.”

“Hi, um, this is…” Michael took a breath, “Um, Michael, from the uh, from the store… you said I could… call…”

“Oh! Hey man, what’s up?” Michael could hear Ashton rustling around on the other end of the line.

“I… know you said I could call if I needed anything, and m’having a bad day… only called… cuz I didn’t know what else… Calum's not answering...” Michael’s voice trailed off as he struggled to take a breath. “M’sorry, shouldn’t have bothered you….”

“Michael, it’s okay. Breathe. Where are you? Lemme come to you” Michael could hear the worry in Ashton’s voice as he spoke and he forced himself to breathe. He rattled his address off to Ashton, the other man laughing before he spoke.

“Dude, we live in the same apartment block.” Michael let out a quiet laugh, “Give me two minutes. Is your door unlocked?”

“S’a key under the doormat..”

“Y’know that’s really not very safe right? Should get one of those key safe things, I have one - you can just text people the code for it. Apartment 7, right?”

Michael hummed in agreement and heard Ashton unlocking the door before the call disconnected.

–

Ashton found Michael sitting on the kitchen floor, palms pressed to his eyes. Ashton crossed the space between them and sat on the floor beside him.

“D’you wanna talk about it?” Ashton made sure his voice was quiet as he spoke. Michael shook his head, “S’okay… d’you want anything?”

Michael glanced up at Ashton slowly before nodding.

“...hug… please?”

Ashton’s heart broke as the other man started sobbing as he pulled him into his arms.

“I’ve got you, Michael, it’s okay.”

His gaze wandered around the room, landing on a piece of orange paper stuck to the fridge. Ashton smiled softly and hugged Michael a little tighter.

Call me if you need anything.

He was really glad Michael listened to him. Ashton didn’t know what had happened to make Michael so upset, but he knew that whatever it was he’d do everything he could to make sure he looked after the man in his arms.

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[blackbutterfliescal]

With Eyes To Hear

A Michael Clifford One Shot

Pairing: Barista!Michael Clifford x Deaf!Reader

Word count: 3.4K

Rating: Fluff

Requested by: N/A

Content: second person POV, gender neutral reader insert, Deaf!reader (uses sign language & lip reading primarily), first date, singular mention of smoking

A/N: The Deaf community is very near and dear to my heart. I’ve been taking ASL classes for just over 2 years but I’m not Deaf/HoH. I will not claim to be a voice for this community but if you are Deaf/HoH, I welcome any thoughts you want to share with me. If you want to read a really sweet Luke fic by someone who is hearing impaired, check out Can You Hear Me? and Valentine by Frankie. 💕 Also!! big big shout-out to my bby Adri for making this pretty moodboard for me 😇😘

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This afternoon was proving to be the longest in recorded history. At least that’s what it felt like to Michael. The cafe had been dead since he got there after lunch and it was nearing closing time. He felt like he could count this shift’s customers on one hand. Rainy days were always slow, but today seemed never ending.

Michael could hear the rain falling outside the door, which Calum left propped open for one last smoke break. As he moved around the pastry case to sweep the small seating area, Michael glanced out the windows to see that any hint of daylight was gone. The street lights had flickered on outside the cafe and reflected brightly off the rain-slick pavement.

He resumed his sweeping, determined to leave on time today. He broke out of his cleaning trance at the jingle of the bell above the front door. He did his best to plaster on a smile, knowing he had less than ten minutes until close.

“Oh, sorry we’re-” He stopped short.

Heavy boots hit the floor repeatedly in an effort to knock the water off on the welcome mat. The door slammed shut behind you and, though you didn’t seem to notice him, Michael winced slightly at the sound. You shrugged the oversized rain jacket off your shoulders and hung it on the coat rack by the door.

So much for leaving on time tonight,he thought.

He made his way to the register as you approached. You gave him a small smile and wave and he couldn’t help the tired grin on his face. “Sorry,” you mouthed, eyebrows furrowed. You really wouldn’t be out for coffee so late if you weren’t desperate. And you were trying hard not to track the rain all over his clean floor.

“What can I get you?” he asked. The exhaustion was evident on his face.

“Do you have a pen and paper?” you signed.

“Ummmm…” Michael dug in the pockets of his apron quickly for the notepad and pencil he usually kept. He handed them over to you in a hurry and you let out a giggle at his frantic actions. Michael’s stomach picked up with butterflies and his face cracked into a smile at the sound. You slid the notepad back across the counter with your order and your name scrawled at the bottom. When he looked up to meet your face, you gave him a timid smile.

He read out your name as he leaned down to grab a to-go cup and started to make your coffee “I used to go to have a babysitter with the same name. They were so strict! I remember this one time….” He trailed off as he turned to the machine behind him. Michael always rambled when he got nervous. And he was always nervous around people he thought were cute. When he faced toward you again, you noticed his lips moving and waved your hand to get his attention.

“I’m deaf. I can’t hear you. But I’m pretty good at reading lips! Just face me when you talk.” You kept the polite smile on your face as his cheeks flushed red. This wasn’t new territory for you by any means and you had become an expert at navigating situations like this, unfortunately.

“Oh! I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking.” he sighed and looked at his feet.

You waved again to draw his gaze back to you. “It’s fine! Just remember to look at me when you speak.” Michael smiled at you sheepishly with a small nod. “Okay.” He wasn’t familiar with the signs you were using, but he could piece together what you needed from him.

He quickly finished the order and placed the coffee on the counter, telling you not to worry about paying for it. Besides, he’d already counted the money drawer and didn’t want to have to do it again for a single coffee. You held his gaze with a toothy grin for a few beats before pointing at the door awkwardly.

“I’m...going to go. Thank you very much! I’ll see you around,” you signed.

You pulled the raincoat on again and wrapped your hands around the warm coffee before disappearing into the rain, letting the door slam behind you.

Michael stared at the door long after you’d gone. It wasn’t until Calum came back in to do some last minute clean-up that he snapped out of it.

———

That night when Michael got home, he sat in his usual spot at the computer. His phone buzzed on the table next to him, lighting up briefly to show a text from Calum.

Are you joining the game or not, man? We’re getting our asses kicked.

Michael had been at this for hours and could probably use a break to play. After a moment of thought, he shot back a quick reply.

Not tonight.I’ve got something else going on.

He sat his phone face down, causing him to miss Calum’s cheeky response, and glanced at the clock at the bottom of his computer screen. He’d been researching for hours. He decided to watch one more video before calling it a night. A yawn that stretched across his face as he clicked play on yet another video titled Deaf Culture 101.

———

It had been almost a week and Michael was still hoping to see you come back into the cafe. He’d been working on signs for anything he thought might be helpful but practicing your name was his favorite. He made Calum quiz him every day when the mid-afternoon lull hit. Calum completely understood where his friend was coming from but sometimes Michael got on a soapbox about inaccessibility for hours and that always made Calum roll his eyes, regretting his decision to be helpful.

When you appeared in the cafe that morning, Calum threw a wink at Michael and watched as a nervous blush crept across his face and neck. Calum gave him a small thumbs up and made sure to stay out of his way as you got closer to the front of the line.

“Good morning!” He spelled your name out at an agonizingly slow pace. “How….are you…..today?”

A wide smile took over your face and you suddenly felt a little embarrassed that you didn’t get his name last time you came in. You quickly found the name tag pinned to his apron and let out a sigh of relief before replying politely. You did your best to use signs you thought he might recognize and give him time to register them.

It took a lot of concentration for him to remember the right signs now that you were here and you could tell that he was panicking and clearly flustered. He remembered your order and your smile reached your eyes at his thoughtfulness.

“And one of these!” you said, leaning forward to point at your favorite treat in the pastry case for clarity. When you looked up from the baked goods, you met Michael’s light eyes. He must be the sweetest thing in here, you thought while holding his gaze. Your eyes went wide with shock at your own mind, causing you to glance around the rest of the shop before realizing the two of you were holding up the line.You quickly shuffled to the cash register where Michael rang up your breakfast.

As he gathered the change in his hand, you motioned for him to keep it and he slid it into the tip jar. “Thank you!” he signed with a smile. His nervous brain got ahead of him and he couldn’t come up with the right signs before he blurted out, “I wanted to ask if you’d want to hang out this weekend? I’m available Sunday afternoon?” You smiled again, reading the question on his lips. “Sure! That sounds great! Do you want to text me and make plans?” you asked, looking around for a pen and paper to write down your cell number.

Shock and excitement ran across his features as he picked up your coffee cup from the counter. He scribbled his phone number on the cardboard protector and handed it to you. Michael always felt so awkward making small talk and a new language made him even more nervous. He genuinely couldn’t believe you had agreed to a date with him. You gave him a small wave as you pivoted toward the door, giving him another smile over your shoulder before making it outside.

Michael was stuck in the same place with a goofy grin on his face until the next customer made their way to the register. Calum clapped his hand across his friend's shoulders to pull him back to reality but he didn’t come down from cloud nine for the rest of the day.

———

The two of you exchanged constant messages until Sunday rolled around. Your conversations were effortless and, most of the time, about nothing. You’d discussed every favorite you could think of, the strangest orders he’d taken each day, the interesting people you saw on your commutes, and he’d even snapped you hilariously edited candids of Calum. Poor guy had no idea his friend was turning him into a pirate or a pilot or a heavy metal rockstar.

You’d gotten a slow start to your morning as you made breakfast and sat down to watch the news until it switched to local programming around eleven o’clock. As you were getting ready for your afternoon with Michael, you realized the two of you had never decided what you were doing. He did ask you to hang out after all, so you hoped he had something in mind. When you messaged him to ask, you felt the tiniest bit guilty nixing a couple of his ideas immediately. Movies just weren’t practical since captioning devices were notoriously bad and, though a nice restaurant sounded lovely, the lighting was almost always too dim to read lips. He was throwing ideas around pretty quickly, so you thought it a little odd when he disappeared for a few minutes after a couple of rejected ideas. You knew he wouldn’t just leave you hanging, so you sat your phone down and continued your routine, deciding that if you didn’t hear from him by the time you were done, you would pitch a few plans of your own. After about ten minutes of silence, just as you picked it up to propose a place to go, your phone buzzed and lit up with Michael's name at the top of the screen.

I have a plan but it’s a surprise. I’ll send you the address but promise me you won’t look it up! Oh, and wear sunscreen 😎

You can’t help the amused smile that took over your face as you promised not to ruin his surprise. You wondered what in the world you’ve gotten yourself into but knew you’d have a good time with Michael no matter what.

After another half hour, Michael texted you that he’s ready when you are. He sent you the address and you couldn’t help trying to piece it together. You were somewhat familiar with the part of town where you were meeting, but not enough to figure out what he had planned. You let him know that you were on your way, sunscreen and sunglasses in tow.

After a short drive across town, you pulled into a fairly empty parking lot. Panic started to creep into your stomach until you spotted Michael standing outside his car at the other end, waving happily with a big grin on his face. As you parked, he came to the side of your door to help you out. He was always so sweet and thoughtful that it caused a permanent blush on your cheeks.

“Hi! How are you? I’m excited to see you again,” he signed, much improved from the last time you’d seen him. The smile on your face always seemed to accompany the warm blush when you were with Michael. “Me too!” you said as you looked around to see where he’d brought you. Your brows furrowed as you turned back to meet his gaze, “What are we doing here?” Determined to keep it a surprise, he told you that you would just have to be patient and wait. 

Patience is a virtue but not one you were known to possess, so you quickly pulled the things you needed out of your car and locked it up. Michael took your hand and led you down the sidewalk. You knew you were near the banks and you could smell the water but you still were at a loss for what you were doing.

The two of you strolled hand-in-hand for a few blocks, content with the silence between you. You had only known each other for a short time, but it made you happy to see that he had so quickly become comfortable with you. He wasn’t the same nervous, rambling man you first met, though you will admit you found him charming either way. When it came to navigating the hearing world, you were almost always outside of conversations and it made you feel warm that Michael didn’t see the need for mindless jabber. He was waiting until he could properly sign with you and that meant more than you could let him know. Instead, as you made your way wherever, you both watched the sparse tourists out and about the area for the afternoon. 

As you came upon a small path toward the banks, he motioned to the side to let you know that’s where you were headed. After a few more steps, you cleared the last row of buildings and saw the pier stretched out in front of you. Of course it was the pier and you couldn’t believe you didn’t realize sooner! You stopped for a second to take it in. It had been a while since you had gone to the pier because it was always a draw for visitors and you tended to avoid the large crowds. You took in the rows of carnival games and fried food stands outfitted in flashing lights before seeing a pair of tourists flying from one end to the other on a giant zipline. Your eyes went wide with shock and you shot a quick, worried glance at Michael. He began to laugh before he replied, “don’t worry - we’re just here for games and food!” He barely finished signing to reassure you before he wrapped your hand in his again and he took off, pulling you toward a pair of whack-a-mole seats.

The light crowd that afternoon meant that you could walk up to any stand without a wait to play and you were convinced Michael wanted to play every game there. When you were both beat out at whack-a-mole by the ten-year old next to you, you decided buzzer games probably weren’t your strong suit. The two of you raced between game stands in a never-ending fit of laughter. Some games had you competing against each other and the playful trash-talk amused the game attendants. Then, just as quickly as you’d started your banter, you’d find a single player game and become each other’s biggest cheerleader.

After losing at the cat rack, tin can alley, and the balloon bust, Michael wanted to try his hand at a game of chance, since clearly precision was not for him. His pace between games had slowed down considerably since you’d arrived and he was determined to win something to take home. He just hadn’t found much luck. The two of you wandered down the wooden platform with your fingers lazily entwined until you found the ring toss booth. You dropped his hand and signed excitedly to him that you’d find another game to try.

When he came very close to winning on several rings from the first bucket, Michael decided to give it a second go. The two of you tossed one red ring after another, almost making it many times but always watching them bounce off to the side. You picked up the last two rings in the bucket and handed one to Michael. His eyes met yours and you both nodded before turning back toward the game. He used his free hand to count down from three and you both sent the rings sailing through the air. You watched intently as they bounced around the bottle tops before Michael’s landed squarely around the golden glass bottle in the center.

He threw his arms up in the arm in victory as you looked at him with surprise and celebration on your face. His arms came down around your shoulders in a quick hug before the game attendant came over to help him claim a prize. Without hesitation, he turned to you and asked “Which one do you want?” You glanced up at the options and pointed out a small stuffed animal hanging right above you. As if on instinct, you hugged it to your chest when the attendant handed it over and thanked them and Michael. Smile on your face, stuffed animal in one hand, and Michael in the other hand, you couldn’t have been happier as you wandered between stalls.

The smell of something sweet caught your attention as you looked around to find the source. Michael must have read your mind because he began guiding you in the direction of the food stand without warning. To your surprise, the person inside the booth knew enough sign language to take your order without needing a pen and paper. Michael beamed from ear to ear watching your happiness as you were able to order treats for both of you. He only caught every second or third word, but he could see the elated smile on your face. Michael had needed to step in at most of the games throughout the afternoon, so you felt very excited to find someone who spoke your language.

Once you’d retrieved your treats and thanked the worker again, you began to walk back toward the parking lot leisurely. Just as you finished your snacks and were about to approach the end of the pier, you spotted a small photo booth kiosk. You grabbed Michael’s hand and tugged him off in that direction without much of a choice.The two of you piled onto the narrow seat and closed the curtain before you fed money into the machine. You selected a decorative frame with the date in the corner and the onscreen countdown began.

For the first pose, you held up the prize Michael won you with a toothy grin and he threw up a thumbs up, earning a laugh from you. You both pulled a funny face in the next pose and when it popped up on screen, you noticed that Michael had the tiniest bit of food stuck on the outside corner of his lips. You turned toward him and reached your hand up to rest on his cheek as your thumb swiped away the residue. Michael let out a small gasp as his face turned to you. The camera flash for the third picture caught you off guard and caused you to pull away as heat flushed over your cheeks. Before his confidence faltered, Michael cupped your face and brought his lips to meet yours. Your eyes fluttered closed briefly before he pulled away and looked into your eyes. You could read the hesitance in his expression until you placed a peck on his lips to tell him that it was okay. His mouth stretched into a wide smile and you felt your cheeks burn even hotter as you pulled back and glanced timidly at the stuffed animal in your lap.

Michael reached for the copies of the printed film strip at the bottom of the machine and flushed as he realized the last picture was of your kiss. He handed you a copy as he signed “cute” with a smile before opening the curtain and stepping out of the kiosk. You carried the photo strip in the same hand as your ring toss prize so you could hold Michael’s hand in the other. As you made your way back down the sidewalk to your parked cars, you leaned your head against his shoulder. He placed a sweet kiss to the top of your head with a smile, earning a contented hum from you before you fell back into silence for the next few blocks. You had known you would have a good afternoon with Michael, but it had exceeded all expectations.

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[ameliora-j]

nani celebrate’s mikey’s birthday! 𐐪𐑂

hi love bugs!! ♡

as u all know michael clifford is quite literally the love of my life hehehe 🤭

and it’s his 28th birthday today!!! ♡

so send in requests for dialogues, headcanons, moodboards, blurbs, etc. !! ♡

[hailsfm]

why does that matter ? but i guess he was just being nice. i won't be revealing his name, don't wanna be the reason for trouble in the band because of some pasta. if it makes you happy, i'll let said person know to take you there too, to cure your hurting heart.

why does that matter ? but i guess he was just being nice. i won't be revealing his name, don't wanna be the reason for trouble in the band because of some pasta. if it makes you happy, i'll let said person know to take you there too, to cure your hurting heart.

[maluminspace]

The Morning After

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Pairings: Michael Clifford/Reader

Word count: 2970

Requested: by anon from this prompt list (requests now closed)-

D32 “don’t apologise for your morning wood”

D44 “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.”

Trigger Warnings: strong language, alcohol, casual sex (kinda)

A/N: This is the longest reader insert smut I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy it! Special thanks to @5sosnsfw and @h0tsos for helping me make this one of my favourite things I’ve written.

It felt as though someone was trying to stick sharp pins through your eyes into your brain. That was definitely the last time you planned to try and wake up for the rest of the day. Hangovers fucking suck. Thank god for your soft mattress, comfy pillows and warm duvet. They were going to be the only things you needed until your inevitable need for food and water forced you of bed later.

Sleep had almost taken you again when a small groan from behind you pulled you back into consciousness with a start. Despite the pain in your head, your eyes snapped open as you turned to face the person next to you.

You felt your heart rate double as your bleary eyes land on Michael Clifford. 

No, no, no...

This was exactly the opposite of what you’d wanted to happen. You’d been trying to work out how to make your move on Michael for weeks. You’d been carefully planning outfits, finessing your flirting techniques and even sneakily finding out his interests from your mutual friend, Calum. All of that effort had gone to waste now that your drunken self had apparently jumped his bones.

You couldn’t have been more angry at yourself if you’d tried. Michael was a beautiful, sweet, funny person and you’d wanted to do the whole ‘dating thing’ with him. At the very least, you’d have liked to remember the one night you’d spent with him, if that’s all that was destined to happen.

Michael groaned again as he curled his legs up closer to his chest and slung his pale, tattooed arm over his eyes. You watched him absently as you tried to think back to the previous evening.

You remembered dancing in the living room with Calum to some some old cheesy pop music, before Ashton had brought over a tray of tequila shots. Things had gotten a lot fuzzier after that. 

Whilst you tried to search your brain for any snippets of information from last night, you’d suddenly gained the presence of mind to check if you were wearing any clothes at all.

You’d cautiously lifted the duvet and sighed with relief to find that you were still wearing the old ‘Green Day’ T-shirt you’d donned for the party as well as your underwear. A quick glance over the floor next to the bed, revealed your skinny jeans and boots had been discarded there, seemingly in quite a hurry.

Before any more memories came back to you, a phone vibrated on the bedside table. You could tell by the rhythm beating out against the polished wood that it wasn’t your own. 

Michael rolled over onto his back, his eyes still closed as he blindly reached towards the sound of his phone. As his fingers closed around the mobile he fired one pretty green eye open to reject the call before slumping back into the pillows.

An involuntary moan escaped you as you ran your eyes over the man laid out beside you. His golden hair was tousled, sticking out in every direction as though someone had definitely been tugging at it during in a make-out session or something. It also would have been very hard to miss the bruises littering his pale neck. The purple marks trailed down from just beneath his jawline to the base of his neck. They definitely looked like your handiwork and if you weren’t so pissed off at yourself you’d probably have been pretty proud of yourself.

As you continue to examine Michael, it didn’t escape your notice that he was (at the very least) topless. His pale chest, littered with just the right amount of hair in your opinion, disappears beneath the duvet just below his nipples.

As much as all of those visuals and the insinuations behind them made your heart race, the thing that really had your hungover brain in a whirl was the way that the covers were tenting around Michael’s crotch.

If your mouth hadn’t been drier than the Sahara Desert, you were pretty sure you’d be drooling everywhere. There’s nothing you’d wanted more in that moment, than to lift the covers, even though it would have been entirely inappropriate to do that, of course. It doesn’t stop you from staring at the bulging covers for a little longer, though.

“Oh fuck!” 

Michael’s groggy voice broke through your daze as he hastily sat up and tried to cover the sizeable bump in the duvet with his hands. “I’m sorry...” He groaned, his voice dripping with embarrassment. “Shit!”

The shame in Michael’s tone finally dragged your attention away from his crotch and back to his face. His soft cheeks were turning crimson above the light stubble covering the lower half of his face. His startled green eyes stared back at you like those of a cornered wild animal. He was clearly mortified by his body’s unconscious reaction and you found it completely adorable.

“You don’t have to apologise for your morning wood.” You smirked, your tone sounding much dopier than you’d intended. Maybe that was a good thing though? Perhaps he’d think you were still drunk.

Michael didn’t seem to have the ability to formulate words. He was clearly a little worse-for-ware, having probably consumed as much alcohol the night before as you had.

Whilst you waited for the power of speech to return to him, you revelled in the blush that was continuing to spread over Michael’s cheeks. You were obviously still disappointed that your first sexual contact with your biggest crush was lost in the hazes of your hungover brain. There wasn’t anything you could do about that now, though. It’d definitely make you feel a little bit better about your ruined plans, though, if you could make something happen now, something you could actually remember.

“It’s just that...” Michael stuttered, bringing your attention back to the present moment. “We made-out a lot last night and it was... Well it was really hot but we were drunk so I guess we kinda passed out before we could...”

Relief flooded through you at Michael’s words. You could live with forgetting some drunken kissing but at least you’d definitely remember the first time you saw him naked, if things went your way this morning.

“So I left you wanting more, huh?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and hoping you sound as seductive as you meant to. Your hand twitched towards Michael’s which were still covering his hard dick. “I’m sorry I was such a tease.”

“Oh no!” Michael insisted, shaking his head. “I wasn’t like - I don’t mean that I have those kind of expectations of you I just...”

You giggled, gently brushing the back of his hand with the tips of your fingers. “I know what you meant, Michael.” You confirmed gently. “The only thing I regret is that I was too drunk to take care of you properly.”

Michael’s mouth opened and closed a few times soundlessly, like he was trying to formulate words but failing dramatically. It’d be amusing if you weren’t so eager to kiss that startled expression from his beautiful face.

“You mean last night wasn’t just because you were drunk?” He asked, sounding absolutely flabbergasted at the possibility that you might actually ‘like’ him.

You shake your head, biting your bottom lip between your teeth as you gently wrap your fingers around one of his wrists, slowly urging him to move his hand away from his crotch. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for a long time, Mike.” You confessed as your eyes drifted down towards the tenting duvet again. “I’ve just been waiting for the right time. I obviously just couldn’t help myself last night, though, drunk me has far less restraint than sober me. Sorry about that.” 

“Don’t be sorry!” Michael insisted, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. I’m way too much of a wuss, though. Drunk you helped a lot by making the move for me.”

Even though you were listening to what Michael had to say, you couldn’t stop yourself from removing the duvet from his lap. The soft cotton fabric of Michael’s plain black boxers was straining to keep his hard cock contained. 

You hummed appreciatively at the apparent size of Michael’s dick, subconsciously licking your lips in anticipation of actually tasting it. “Yeah?” You asked, momentarily lifting your gaze to meet his eyes again. “Would you like me to make the first move now, too?”

There was a spark of lust in Michael’s pretty eyes as he nodded. He still looks kind of dumbfounded and you can’t help but assume that he doesn’t find himself in these sorts of situations very often. “Only if you want to, though.”

That’d been all the invitation you needed. Smirking cheekily you slowly leaned into kiss him, ensuring that you committed every single second to memory. 

A soft moan escaped Michael when your lips met his and you swallowed it hungrily. Kissing Michael felt about a thousand times more magical than you’d expected it to. So what if his lips were a little chapped from dehydration? Who cared if he tasted like stale beer? None of those things mattered at all when his hands were cradling your face and his tongue was working in a perfect rhythm against your own.

Despite your impatience to move things along, you wanted to relax michael a bit before you ‘pounced’, you smiled reassuringly as you pulled away for air, resting your forehead against his. “I’m kinda sad I can’t remember exactly what happened between us.” You explained, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close. “Can you give me all the details?”

“Well, you were dancing with Calum.” Michael replied, his voice quiet and a little scratchy. “I know you two are pretty close friends but I ummm…”

The blush in the blonde man’s cheeks deepened a little and the realisation of what he was trying to tell you suddenly hit you. “You were jealous?” You smirked, thoroughly delighted with the revelation.

Michael nodded bashfully. You pulled back a little to look at him properly. His expression betrayed just how ashamed he was at admitting he was jealous. “I’m sorry, I know I had no right to be.”

“So what did you do to try and tempt me away from Calum?” You asked, unable to stop a proud smirk from curling one corner of your lips. “Did you try and fight him for my attention?”

A tiny laugh escaped the blonde man as he shook his head. “Luke got sick of me complaining so he dragged me over to you and asked if you’d dance with me.”

Michael was obviously embarrassed by the story and so you encouraged him with another kiss. You also dropped one of your hands to rest on his upper thigh, intent upon keeping him hard until you were ready to take things up a notch.

“Then what, babe?” You asked, hoping that the pet name helps Michael to realise just how much you want him. A flicker of something like lust flickers across his handsome face. “Did we dance?”

Michael nodded, swallowing hard as your hand crept higher up his thigh. You’re sort of captivated by the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat. It’s hard for you to refrain from swooping in and kissing the spot where it’d settled. “For a little while.” He finally replied. “Then we kissed and we came in here to make-out.”

You hummed in response, trying to encourage him to keep talking as you gave into the urge to kiss his neck. 

“You were so fucking hot...” Michael recalled, his voice becoming husky as his arousal grew. 

“Tell me everything, Mikey.” You mumbled into his skin. You nipped and sucked at all of the marks you’d left there the night before as you slid your hand over his boxers, palming at him through the material. “What happened next?”

The blonde’s breath hitched in his throat at the much needed friction. “You took off my jeans.” He gasped, gripping your hair needily. “Then you pushed me down on the bed before you took of your own.”

“I wish we’d have been sober enough to fuck.” You moaned, moving your kisses back towards Michael’s lips. “I’ve wanted it for so long, babe.”

A broken whine escaped Michael as he bucked his hips, desperately seeking more friction. He obviously really liked his new pet name and you planned to use that to your advantage. “Me too.” He admitted, his voice gaspy now. “Fuck... I want you.” He stuttered.

You smirked teasingly as you grip Michael tighter. “Then take these off, babe...” you instructed before pressing another desperate kiss to his lips.

As soon as you’d pulled apart, Michael scrabbled out of his boxers. His face is flushed but you couldn’t appreciate it’s beauty for too long. Your anticipation to see Michael’s fully naked body was too strong. Your eyes roamed lower over his pale chest and soft tummy until they landed on his painfully hard dick. It’s bigger than you’d expected and it tore a surprised moan from you. “Holy shit..” 

Your reaction seemed to make Michael self conscious, as he reached to try and cover himself again. 

“Why’re you trying to hide it from me?” You asked, your voice becoming gravelly with your growing lust. “Don’t you want me to touch it?”

Michael hesitantly dropped his hands to his side and whispered “I really do. What about you, though?” He asked, his tone apprehensive and shy.

“Do you wanna touch me, babe?” You enquired. When he nodded you took one of his hands and guided it beneath your t-shirt. “You can touch me wherever you want to, Mikey.”

Michael moaned as he explored your body with his hands, trancing over your torso, back and hips as you captured his lips in another desperate kiss. As your lips moved together seamlessly, you reached down to stroke Michael’s cock, loving the way he moaned into the kiss and dug his fingertips into your skin.

You’d always kind of imagined that you’d be the one taking the lead when if you and Michael ever hooked up. It’d always been pretty clear to you that your crush is the shy type. All of his bashful smiles and the way his cheeks flushed every time you caught him looking at you when he thought you wouldn’t see him. They were all tell-tale signs that he’d need you to make the first move. What you didn’t anticipate, though, was how much you’d enjoy this power dynamic.

When you pulled away from the kiss for air, you took the opportunity to shuffle out of your remaining clothes, slinging them onto the floor to join Michael’s boxers.

You could barely contain the pleasure it brought to you when you returned your gaze to Michael. His beautiful green eyes were roaming over your body so hungrily that you were surprised his mouth wasn’t on you already. “Do you want me, Michael?” You asked, an element of your smugness seeming into your voice. 

“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you.” He groaned in response, pulling you closer until your lips met again.

It was all much more desperate and lust-filled this time. The two of you were gasping into each other’s mouths as you pressed your chest against his.

Michael seemed to gain a little more courage as his hands slipped lower to grip at your arse.

As much as you loved his new found bravery, you loved being in control a little more. You pushed him back down onto the mattress, making a show of eyeing every inch of him before laying down next him.

He turned onto his side and pulled you in for another lustful kiss as you slid your hand between your writhing bodies to stroke Michael again. “Holy fuck...” he murmured into your mouth as he bucked his hips, clumsily fucking your fist.

“You like that, babe?” You whispered teasingly. “Wait ‘til I get my mouth on you later.”

Michael groaned longingly. “I can’t wait... I wanna taste you too.” He promises as he hesitantly slips a hand between your legs stroking the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. 

You open your legs a little wider and guide Michael’s hand up to where you really need it most. He moaned even louder than you did at the feeling of touching you so intimately.

Your hand subconsciously picked up pace, stroking Michael harder and faster as you kiss him lustfully. 

Throaty moans fill the room as you both pushed each other closer to your orgasms.

Michael’s rosy blush started to spread down his neck and chest and you knew he was getting close. He buried his face in your shoulder as he gasped into your skin, cursing softly.

“Are you gonna cum for me, babe?” You asked, your voice broken and gravelly. Your own orgasm is building with surprising intensity but you want to see Michael reach his high first.

Michael didn’t even get chance to answer verbally before he came apart for you. The sounds he made were so beautiful and the way he tensed against you, unintentionally pulling you closer to him helped you follow along just seconds afterwards.

You lay together for a few long moments afterwards, your bodies pressed together and your legs intertwined as your breathing and your heart rates slowly returned to normal.

In your groggy, post-orgasm state, you held Michael close, still trying to commit every last sound and feeling to memory. Faintly, you found your self hoping that the memories last night’s antics would return to you. It didn’t matter quite so much to you anymore, though, because this morning meant so much more than a few drunken kisses. You could only hope that there were many more just like it in the future.

Masterlist

[babybluelukes]

5SOS on Zach Sang

[thisbluespirit]

#play for today#Bar mitzvah boy#jack rosenthal#Single play#Modern drama#BBC#1976#Michael Tuchner#Jeremy Steyn#Maria Charles#Bernard Spear#Adrienne Posta#Jonathan Lynn#Cyril Shaps#Jack Lynn#Pamela Manson#Harry Landis#Kim Clifford#Mark Herman#Harold Reese#absolutely one of Jack's warmest and wittiest scripts. having been frustrated by the casting of non jewish actors in his previous PfT The#Evacuees‚ Jack put his foot down on this play and it benefits from collecting some of the best jewish character actors then active in uk#stage and screen into one play. particularly wonderful are Spear and Maria Charles as the parents intent on making their son's bar mitzvah#a day to remember: her sporting a truly awe inspiring helmet of hair‚ he willing the day to have come and gone so that everything can#return to normal. there's a sharp satirical study of middle class aspirationism and the inadequacy of bar mitzvah as a standard of manhood#(all the adult male characters display various immaturities throughout the play) but it's all done with a very deep and very real affection#special mention to perennial fave Cyril Shaps (adorable as the doting if slightly air headed grandfather; actually Shaps was younger than#Spear‚ his onscreen son‚ but had always appeared older than his years) and Posta in a finely judged performance as the older sister whose#sharpness and short temper doesn't mask her love and sense of responsibility for a younger sibling who's quietly terrified about the#prospect of growing up. the dialogue is pin sharp and often laugh out loud funny‚ but there's some nice background stuff going on as well

Play for Today: Bar Mitzvah Boy (BBC, 1976)

"At this moment, on their way, are a hundred and seventeen guests. Sitting on the train, in cars, queuing for buses - all on their way. At half past six, Victor, a hundred and seventeen people from Bournemouth, from Manchester, Leeds and Glasgow, from Birmingham, everywhere... are going to turn up at the Reuben Shulman Hall expecting a dinner dance. All dressed up. Your Uncle Zalman, my cousin Freda. Your brother we don't talk about from Cardiff."

"Don't upset yourself."

"A hundred and seventeen people. A hundred and seventeen portions of chopped liver. A hundred and seventeen mushroom vol-au-vents. A hundred and seventeen chicken with croquette potatoes and helzel, French beans and coleslaw. A hundred and seventeen lokshen kugels. A four-piece band. No bar mitzvah boy. No bar mitzvah. No nothing."

[pretendtobepunkrock]

14, 17, and 21 maybe with bad boy michael??? (or whichever one you'd rather do, the point is i want u to fuck me up) 😇😇

You’d always known what you’d be getting into being with Michael.

He’d never hidden who he was, never lied to you about what he did. Michael had been upfront and honest that his life as a member of the Cobras, and you’d fallen in love with him all the same.

The door opening and closing made you stir from where you’d fallen asleep on the sofa. Sitting up, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and reached for your phone, noticing the time read 3:26am. Your eyes lifted at the same time Michael walked in, and you couldn’t help but let them settle on the dark stain on his shirt, or the bruises forming on his right hand.

“Who did you murder this time?” You joke, never quite sure with Michael. He doesn’t respond, and you look up to meet his eyes, only to find a look on his face you’d never seen before. “Mike?”

“I…he…um…” As he stuttered you stood, and Michael practically fell into your open arms. You felt his body shake, and you only tightened your arms when you feel damp against your neck. “M’ sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise.”

“I hate you seeing me weak.”

“It’s okay to cry, it doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you’ve been strong too long.” You tell him, hands moving to his face to pull him to look at you. “What happened tonight?”

“Fight. No murders, I promise.” He shrugs, gripping your hips. “I don’t know, this one just got to me.”

“That’s okay.” You nod, eyes scanning his face. “It can all get too much sometimes.”

“You’re thinking about something.” He half smiles, forehead dropping to yours. “I notice the way your eyes sparkle when you think, it’s cute.”

“I just worry about you.” You smile back, hands moving to his chest. “Comes with the whole I love you thing.”

“Ha. Right.” He nods, brushing his lips to yours. “I love you too Princess.”

“Glad to know.”

[matt0044]

My English Cast for Tokyo Mew Mew New should FUNi announce a Simuldub (praying to Anime gods).

Britney Karbowski as Ichigo Momomiya. I feel like a variant of her Wendy Marvell would capture how the character is growing up and going through puberty. She could age it incrementally over each episode, starting out fairly scratching given she’s just turning thirteen. She can voice her mother at a higher pitch.

Jad Saxton as Minto Aizawa. Something similar to her Charle from Fairy Tail but at a higher pitch and a downplayed regal dialect. I can see her dialogue being fairly classy with quite the vocabulary.

Drawing a blank on Retasu Midorikawa. I’m thinking of someone who captures her being shirking violet yet not too generic to blend in amongst other voice actors. I’m thinking Jamie Marchi or Lisa Ortiz if they can pull off an anxious teenager compared to her more sassy characters.

Cherami Leigh Kuehn as Bu-Ling Fong. She’s got one hell of a range and could actually take after Kether Donohue’s energized performance from the 4kids dub, using her spitfire performance as Trixx from Miraculous Ladybug. Though... maybe it’d be too on the nose with how many blonde character she’s done. :P

Though I can see them going with a Chinese-American actress to be more true to the character’s background. Any come to mind, guys?

Monica Rial or Colleen Clinkenbeard as Zakuro Fujiwara. It’s hard to say but they can toe the line between their teenage and adult characters terribly great.

Sean Schemmel as Ryo Shirogane. What? 4kids actually did get something right back in the day. Cut them some slack. He’d also do well with other male side characters or Chimera Animas that require a silly voice.

Clifford Chapin as Keiichiro Akasaka. Netflix’s Eva might not have the best rap but they certainly go Kaworu down-pat.

Josh Grelle as Masaya Aoyama. Their high pitch voice like with Armin Arlet would take well after Megumi Ogata’s performance while still sounding like a teenage boy. Additionally, they’d have good range for later story developments but... I won’t spoil it for potential new viewers.

Colleen Clinkenbeard as Tart. Her Saiyan-Saga Son Gohan voice would capture the alien’s brattiness quite well.

J. Michael Tatum or Aaron Dismuke as Pie. Analytical characters are their bread and butter.

Todd Haberkorn as Quiche. Too on the nose? Well, you can’t have a dub with Cherami Leigh and leave him out. That’s just not how it’s done.

Script adaptation could be done by Jamie Marchi. Honestly, the best parts of the Dragon Maid dub was went she hit that sweet spot between punching-up and capturing the heartfelt moments of the original picture perfectly. This being about pre-teens becoming heroes would lend well to that.

That or Monica Rial and Josh Grelle would work well just like with on Fairy Tail where they’d get cheeky with the dialogue but know exactly when the story was trying to be more down to Earth.

[ukulelecal]

Sniffles

In which you suffer from season allergies and have a sleepless night.

Pairing: Michael Clifford x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: my allergies have me feeling awful and looking literally grotesque so i wrote this. just a short lil thing for all my sexy bitches with hay fever 

You were convinced that Michael’s sighs were starting to turn from sympathetic to annoyed.

You couldn’t blame him. Hay fever wasn’t only a pain in the ass for you; your constant sneezing and sniffling wasn’t exactly pleasant for the people around you, either. Michael, however, was always patient. He made sure the house was plenty stocked with tissues and always reminded you to take your medicine and use your eye drops. He understood that you weren’t feeling well and did his best to take care of you.

Although he would never say it out loud, you knew deep down it could get a little frustrating when you often felt too congested to do anything fun and when he had to share a bed with you when your allergies kept you up at night.

This night was a particularly rough one. No matter how many times you blew your nose, it always seemed to clog up again soon after, sneeze after sneeze racking your body. No amount of eye drops could fend off the itchiness and the skin around your eyes was sore and raw from rubbing them so much.

As much as you tried to be quiet, you could feel Michael flinch awake beside you every time, just about to fall asleep when you let out a sneeze, reached for a tissue, or rolled over to be able to breathe better. He would always let out a sympathetic sigh and press a kiss to whatever his lips could reach first before starting to drift off again.

The most recent sigh due to the most recent sneeze seemed a little more aggressive, a little more forceful and less sympathetic. Maybe you were overreacting, as Michael always said it didn’t bother him, but you felt bad. It wasn’t fair that he had to stay up just because you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep.

“I’m sorry, babe,” you whispered with guilt. You crawled out of Michael’s grasp and stood, grabbing a couple pillows and the box of tissues that you kept on your nightstand. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Hm? What?” It took him a moment to register what you said in his half asleep state, but he realized it as soon as his eyes adjusted in the dark to see you out of bed with pillows in your arms. “Why?”

“I’m keeping you up.”

“No, you’re not keeping me up,” he fibbed groggily, reaching across the bed to grab at your arm. You were keeping him up, if he was being honest, but he was never going to complain about it. He never lied when he said he didn’t mind. He knew you couldn’t help it and he preferred to have you near to comfort and help you, whether or not he got a good night’s sleep.

“Yes, I am. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. You have to get up early for the studio tomorrow, you need to sleep.”

“I won’t get any sleep without you.”

“You won’t get any sleep if I’m in here, either.”

Michael huffed and you could just make out the pout on his lips in the darkness.

“I’d rather not get any sleep listening to you sneeze all night than not get any sleep knowing you’re downstairs not feeling well by yourself. Just stay, angel, please. I promise you’re not bothering me.”

It was your turn to huff. You still felt bad, but if neither of you were going to get any sleep, you might as well be together. Michael’s pout transformed into a sleepy grin when you set the pillows and tissues down. He lifted his arm as an invitation for you to lie underneath it, and you gladly accepted. You pressed your back to his chest, always wanting to face away from him at night so you wouldn’t accidentally sneeze on him.

“How about we put on a movie?” He mumbled, fingertips trailing up and down your arm. “It’ll help you fall asleep.”

“You won’t sleep, though.”

“I’ll turn it off once you’re asleep. It’s fine.”

Michael was the type that needed complete silence and complete darkness to fall asleep. The only sounds he could fall asleep to was the sound of a fan, and after years of touring, the sound of a bus. And once he met you, the sound of your soft breathing always made him feel at ease. Everything else was too distracting. Even white noise such as nature sounds kept him up. Movies were completely out of the question with their dialogue and music, and the light from the television. You, on the other hand, were always able to fall asleep during movies. You could turn the sound into background noise and let it lull you to sleep. You still felt bad about keeping him up but you agreed to let him put something on. He got to pick, knowing you wouldn’t be awake too long to care.

Soon enough, your sneezes stopped and your breathing evened out, albeit a bit raspy from your congestion. He clicked off the television and pulled you closer. He let your breaths and the knowledge that your allergies couldn’t bother you while you were asleep soothe him to sleep as well.

…

You managed to stay asleep most of the night, although you did wake up feeling absolutely awful a few times. Michael’s soft snores and warm chest always quickly coaxed you back to sleep before you completely woke up. You didn’t fully wake up until you felt Michael’s weight leave the bed. Time for him to go to the studio.

You stayed in bed until you heard him grab his phone off his nightstand and walk around to your side. He paused, as if debating on waking you up or not. You peeled your crusty eyes open, not wanting to let him leave without a goodbye.

“Hey, you,” he whispered with a grin. “How are you feeling today?”

“Not great. It’ll be better once I take my medicine, though.”

He hummed and sat on the edge of the bed next to you. He took in your puffy eyes and nasal voice, thankful that he wasn’t cursed with seasonal allergies but knowing he would take them on if it meant you didn’t have them.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked, grabbing your hand that stuck out from under the sheets. You nodded softly.

“‘Cause I stayed with you,” you mumbled lovingly. Michael chuckled, bending down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Knew it. You should go back to sleep for a while, we were up late.”

“I’ll try,” you sigh and sniffle. “Wish you could, too.”

Feigning an illness and staying home to cuddle suddenly seemed tempting, but Michael knew he was needed for vocals at the studio.

“Not today, angel.” He bent down again and kissed your lips this time. “Shouldn’t be too long. I’ll see you soon, okay? Don’t forget your medicine.”

“I won’t,” you giggle. “Love you, babe. Have a good day.”

“Love you, angel.”

You managed to get another hour or so of sleep before daily duties forced you out of bed, regardless of how awful you felt. Michael texted you a few times throughout the day to check on you and make sure you remembered your meds. You got plenty of cuddles from him once he got home, finally getting a decent night’s sleep knowing that you had a partner who loved and cared for you deeply.

[radioactivism]

oh i should specify how it would come up in dialogue lol

Butch - speech check to inspire him to save his mother himself; speech check that nullifies the neutral karma requirement to travel w/ him (he's easily impressed)

Amata - gives you the key to her dad's office w/ the pistol; gives extra supplies after assisting with Trouble on the Homefront

Lucy West - writes about you in a new letter if you also help her brother; mentions the metro where Vance is as "one of her brother's favorite places to get lost"

Leo Stahl - second optional speech check for his addiction questline

Billy Creel - becomes a source of info on where dad went; changes Maggie's dialogue to mention that Billy told her you're ok to talk to

Diego - asks father clifford to share purified water w/ the LW

Simone Cameron - speech check to enter the temple of the union

Snowflake - will start providing free facial surgery in addition to haircuts (unlike pinkerton there's a 25% chance of receiving a temporary negative effect afterwards)

Michael Masters - speech check to let you in to see Roy

Uncle Leo - gifts you the prewar suit without having to threaten him

Sierra Petrovita - "Why you sound as lovely as Ronald!" (<-doesnt do anything else. like i said, oblivious)

Red - inspires her not to run away from the police department if you take too long; will provide free healing without having to first heal timebomb

Paladin Cross - "Aren't I a little old for you?" (secretly does 15% more damage bc you gassed her up)

Flak or Shrapnel - gives you a discount

Carol - gives you a discount

Greta - gives you a discount; charges more if you flirt with Carol

Sydney or Emaline - teaches you to modify any 10mm submachine gun at a workbench to make the Ultra variant

Characters in FO3 that i would retroactively give Confirmed Bachelor/Cherchez La Femme interactions to

Butch Deloria - this one seems obvious and that's bc it is

Amata (duh)

Lucy West

Leo Stahl

Billy Creel (megaton is full of homosexuals what can i say)

Diego (catholic guilt)

Simone Cameron (would let you into the temple of the union)

Snowflake (aging zaddy)

Michael Masters

Uncle Leo (rejects advances; gay elder)

Sierra Petrovita (oblivious to advances)

Red

Paladin Cross but i dont know if i even have to specify that

Same w/ Flak and Shrapnel and Carol and Greta. and sydney. there are more canon gays in fo3 than i remembered