#nerd!michael

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Nerd Michael Masterlist

Claimed (wattpad) - BriannaPark michael/luke 14 parts

Summary: An adorable muke fanfic. Michael is a nerd and doesn't really have anybody, until he gets claimed by Luke Hemmings, a popular jock who has never let anyone in before. **Trigger warning: This story contains mention of rape, suicide and self harm** (Completed)

cyberbabe (wattpad) - ohitsgee michael/luke 6 parts (ongoing)

Summary: "hello, what can I do for you?"

In where, Luke found his nerdy classmates in a gay pornsite.

Dripping like Honey (ao3) - FayeHunter michael/luke E, 8k

Summary: Michael can’t seem to escape Luke and her wild ideas. She doesn’t really want to

Have Faith In This Fragile World (ao3) - SilentlyFighting michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 19k

Summary: Michael Clifford is well known in his school, not for being popular, far from it, he is the nerd. The goody-two-shoes hasn't had the best past but his peers do not know this and a couple of the football team decide that he is their next target. A mysterious group of boys make an appearance, saving him multiple times, and when Michael runs out of money to buy food, they even find ways to get him food.

The boys do not scare him that much but they certainly catch his attention. Michael learns the names of two of the boys but the leader is set to keep his identity a secret. But, when Michael has another run in with the football team and they use him as bait, will the boys identity reveal itself?

Music in Me (Once. in a Lifetime) - orphan_account michael/ashton, luke/calum T, 14k

Summary: Michael Clifford, punkest nerd there is (or maybe nerdiest punk), is excited for to spend the summer with his new friends, Luke Hemmings and Calum Hood, and his boyfriend of 5 months, Ashton Irwin. Using his intelligence and surprisingly good organizational skills, he becomes the head planner for all events at Lava Springs Resort, courtesy of Calum. It looks like it will be an amazing summer.

But under all the plans hides a lot of drama. Michael thinks his parents might get a divorce, his job actually sucks, and he might be losing his boyfriend and best friend to someone who was their rival just a few months ago. Will everything destruct? Or will it just be him?

Shameless (ao3) - HeartnArrow luke/ashton N/R, 38k

Summary: Luke is captain of the hockey team, one of the most popular guys in school along with calum hood, came out as gay last year. ashton is a nerd who gets straight a’s and has yet to have his first kiss at the age of 17. michael is his best friend who isn't really a nerd but has known ashton since preschool. ashton has always watched luke from afar, admiring him at the hockey games and in the hallways. he’s had a crush on him since freshman year but luke doesn't even know his name. or Luke was looking for a fuck buddy while Ashton was looking for love.

"Shut the fuck up you nerd" (ao3) - Anonymous michael/calum G, 545

Summary: Michael rants about Star Wars and Pokemon and Calum loves him.

The Boy With the Multi-Colored Hair… (wattpad) - crybabyyhowell michael/luke 22 parts

Summary: Senior year and Luke Hemmings, the bad boy unexpectedly falls in love with the school nerd. Who is he? Luke doesn't know, he knows him as "The boy with the multi-colored hair"...

Til We're Separate Hearts (Soarin' Flyin') (ao3) - orphan_account luke/calum, michael/ashton T, 18k

Summary: Luke Hemmings, bookworm and math geek, accidentally finds himself singing with some random, really attractive guy. They share a New Year’s kiss and Luke figures he’ll never see him again. Then everything changes when he starts his first day at East High.

video games (wattpad) - confidentmuke michael/luke 14 parts (ongoing)

Summary: nerd michael knows that he can't win over punk luke.

punk luke is fascinated by nerd michael.

one likes cigarettes and the other likes video games. yet they still find a way into each others worlds.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5sos #5 seconds of summer #masterlists #michael clifford #nerd!michael #nerd!michael masterlist #nerdy

[celestialblueboy]

Love that this man makes the sluttiest choice every 👏🏼 single 👏🏼 time 👏🏼

Pulling out the Crowley eyebrow/glasses? Signing the statue’s ass? 10/10 no notes

#david tennant #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #michael sheen #good omens season 2 #proud nerd convention

[kitmarlowe]

#the graham norton show #michael sheen #ian mckellen #michaelsheenedit #gif #shakespeare nerd 🤝 shakespeare legend #how very sweet #this was a fun lineup actually well done #ambika's (unintentional) story about sleeping with her eyes open

[thelastfinalgirl]

The Blair Witch Project. Directed by Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sánchez (1999)

#the blair witch project #blair witch #90s horror #90s movies #90s #daniel myrick #eduardo sanchez #rei hance #michael c williams #joshua leonard #horror movies #horror #horror nerd #horror community #horror movie #horror content #horror fandom #american horror #horror films #found footage

[ingravinoveritas]

Video of Ty Tennant at the Proud Nerd Con today answering a question about flirting with Michael in GO 2 and calling Michael his "daddy." I'm dying...

#good omens 2 #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #ty tennant #proud nerd con 2024 #what in gay hell is this convention #i can't #now praying for David to give a clapback during his Q&A to let everyone know Michael is his #there is no heterosexual explanation for this #so fucking funny #also Georgia resharing this and adding 'watch your back' and tagging Anna killed it a little #but Ty is still the MVP here #amazing #ineffable lovers

[ovenproofowl]

Why would they speak in whistles? They don't always. They have a phonetic language for day-to-day interactions, but the whistle-speak lets them communicate across great distances. It's not uncommon to find in cultures before communication technology evolves.

STAR TREK DISCOVERY: 5x06 'Whistlespeak'

#star trek discovery #star trek #michael burnham #sylvia tilly #startrekedit #i love michael nerding out over xenoanthropology #honestly same it's my favourite part of star trek when we learn about new species and cultures #and i just love how this episode dealt with the whole prime directive/pre warp culture #there was an equal amount of respect for their beliefs as well as understanding that they could grasp the concept of alien life beyond thei #planet without giving up on said beliefs

[myfandomprompts]

"Or sorry... are you with friends? No, they just left."

EWAN MITCHELL as Michael Gavey - Saltburn (2023)

#ewan mitchell #saltburn #barry keoghan #michael gavey #usermyfandomprompts #ewan nation #pub aesthetic #nerd #my heart #did you notice the extra entering twice in ten seconds

[irvinis]

Nice.

Комикон хороший и конкурсы интересные.

Based on David's adventures on Proud Nerd Con. I don’t know the author of the statue, but dolls from @lydiablackblade

#david tennant #inaffable husbands #good omens #proud nerd convention #michael sheen #THIS statue #you seen these photos

[clairedelune-13]

The way Aziraphale looks at him. I can’t.

Like, “Babe, what in Heaven’s name are you doing?”

#i am 99.9% sure the crystal ball whoo-whoo is improvised #fezzes are cool #he’s a weird little demon nerd #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #david tennant #michael sheen #doctor who reference

[suzypfonne]

Link

They saved a seat for Michael 🥹

#angels demons and doctors #nerd con #good omens #group photo #cast photo #david tenannt #maggie service #nina sosanya #peter davison #donna preston #ty tennant #rich keeble #no Michael Sheen #aziraphale #crowley #Job #Ennon #Maggie #Nina #Mr Arnold #Ms Sandwich #michael sheen

[geraldmariaivo]

@pixlokita, i know i promised a comic for the ballpit au, but it turned into a small animation. Whoops. Hope you like it!

bonus content under the cut!

Version with a bonus frame:

The bonus frame by itself:

the text full says “Uncle Henry, you shouldn’t be eating this late. I understand that you have had a stressful day, however, this is not a healthy way to deal with stress. Eating before bed can cause heart burn, or esophageal irritation, which can cause difficulty sleeping. That cereal is also full of sugar and unhealthy preservatives. I will make a healthy breakfast for us in the morning.”

#into the ballpit au #michael afton #fanart #fnaf #henry emily #i made this #my art #my first animation! #person A seeing person B with glowing eyes when as far as person A knows person B’s eyes Should Not Be Doing That #and person A Does Not Know How To Deal With That #that’s top notch #I am SUCH a sucker for it #also I headcanon Henry as the kind of nerd who would absolutely eat C3P-O’s #yes he is pulling cereal out of the fridge #he put it there when he was tired okay #also ignore that that’s not a standard 80s fridge #he built it himself because he refused to buy a new one.

[anguishmacgyver]

#what a pity we didnt see more of the chaotic nerd duo #daniel jackson #jonas quinn #stargate sg1 #incorrect stargate quotes #michael shanks #corin nemec

[thecruel]

SALTBURN 2023 — dir. Emerald Fennell

#ewanmitchelledit #filmedit #michael gavey #saltburn #ewan mitchell #nerd. #gif

[myfandompromptsside]

"That's how I roll"

#ewan mitchell #ewan nation #usermyfandomprompt #michael gavey #nerd #pub aesthetic #saltburn

[assortedseaglass]

🌟Mistletoe | Yuletide🌟

Michael Gavey x Fem!Reader

Summary: Michael's Christmas plans are scuppered, but a chance encounter lifts his hopes for the New Year.

Content: Fluff, Language.

Yuletide Masterlist

December 15th. The night of the Catton Christmas party in Brasenose College. Term ended a week ago, but the prospect of partying with the university’s hottest boy and his gaggle of gorgeous followers was too delicious to pass up. Freshers to third-years clamoured to rub shoulders with the prime ministers and business men of tomorrow. Any way to get your foot in the door, and maybe some Christmas action too.

The single-pane windows of the old college dorm room rattled to the beat of NOW XMAS, and each time the door opened a pair of drunk undergrads tumbled into the quadrangle.

The latest two, a straw-haired girl in a Juicy Couture tracksuit and a burly boy wearing a rugby polo, stumbled from the old double doors leading to the common room. On their way, between sloppy kiss and over the top giggles, they bumped into a solitary figure.

“Sorry, mate,” the drunk boy said, watching the other young man through alcohol-heavy eyes. The girl beside him eyed the stranger and snorted. “Merry Christmas.”

Hands tucked into his pockets, scarf wrapped neatly around his neck, Michael Gavey stumbled. The pair got no reply, only a cold glance of annoyance as he made for his dorm.

Gold, string-light bulbs decorated Brasenose quadrangle, tacky Christmas trees were perched in various student windows, and the saccharine chorus of Band Aid 20 was shouted from the common room.

Michael didn’t hate Christmas. He quite enjoyed the fuss from his aunties and the jumpers his grandmother bought him. His mum snuck extra roasties onto his plate and his dad made a point to buy him each year’s Telegraph Quiz Book. This year would surely be even better. The pride on his family’s faces, each asking about his first term at Oxford. First one in his family to go to university and he gets into Oxford.

It was precisely because he liked Christmas that this one was so miserable. Michael was neither surprised nor upset when he checked his pigeonhole that morning to see no invitation to the Catton Christmas part. Him and Oliver. A pair of nobodies.

He took the new Nokia his dad got him for his A Levels out of his pocket. No texts. Punching the numbered keys, he sent one to Oliver.

Back at BC. Mince pies and port ready.

The corridor to his dorm room was empty. With the turn of his key, he opened the door. The room was cold. The ancient radiator was ticking into life and the old windows were beginning to fog with condensation. On top of his stack of maths textbooks a bottle of unopened port gleamed.

Turning on his bedside lamp, Michael gathered two dusty glasses his mother insisted he pack with him, and from his Tesco bag produced a pack of mince pies. He placed them on a paper plate and emptied the rest of the carrier bag (wallet, keys, pencil case, workbook) next to the E45 cream and battered copy of GH Hardy’s biography.

The Nokia buzzed aggressively on the table. Removing his scarf, Michael checked the screen. It was from Oliver. He unlocked the phone and checked the small envelope icon.

Something’s come up, sorry.

Michael slumped on the bed. His thumb hovered over the keypad.

Get a better offer, did you?

He deleted the text, locked the screen and threw it on the cheap duvet.

The others would still be at the pub. He could just go back and meet them there. Could, were it not for his pride. It just wasn’t the same, a group of people forced together, as opposed to those who found each other.

The pub was full of his fellow mathematics students. Spotty, eager to please and reeking of desperation to prove themselves. Michael didn’t need to. He watched as they fought for Professor Mathison’s attention, keen to discuss tutorial projects and career prospects. Mathison was already keenly aware of Michael, judging by the way his jaw dropped when Michael recited the Lagrangian form to the last letter.

With Oliver it was different. They were two outsiders, making their way in a world entirely foreign to their own, their intellect their only way in. Now it seemed the friendship Michael was working so hard to cultivate with Oliver was slipping away.  

He stared at the empty glasses. Fuck it. Pouring a little too much port in one of the glasses, Michael stuffed a mince pie into his mouth, grabbed another and made for the door.

The air was crisp, but mild for mid-December. The music of the Catton party across the quadrangle had mellowed, and through the misty windows Michael could make out shapes dancing close together, swaying slowly.

A pang of jealousy twisted in his naval and he twitched awkwardly. He wondered what it would be like, having another body pressed against his. Or rather, to have someone want to be that close to him. His mind flashed to the French girl in tutorial. She’d pressed her leg against his at the pub when Mathison mentioned a partnered project for the new year, and when he’d looked down, he saw her fingers brushing the cuff of his jumper. He’d flinched away.

Everyone was doing it. Quick flings with no regard for consequence. He supposed he could do it too. With the French girl, or the girl with agoraphobia. Lord knows, she was getting as much action as he was. But there was something in his studious nature, his desire for knowledge, that meant he had to be consumed by knowing someone fully, or nothing at all.

Perching his bony bottom on the cold concrete step under an old brick archway, Michael took a gulp of port and began on the mince pie. He took the top off, ate it, and thought of his grandfather, and how he would add brandy butter before replacing the pastry cover. He ate the rest quickly and sipped his port slowly, thinking over the last term. The successes; far and away the best student on the course, and the failures; one (?) friend. It was as he did this that the door behind him opened.

“Shit, sorry! Didn’t see you there!” You hadn’t done anything wrong. Not opened the door on his back or tripped over him. Michael waved his hand noncommittally and without answer. “Do you mind if I sit with you?”

He looked up at this. An old grey coat at least a size too big was wrapped around you, a scarf pulled up to your nose and muffling your voice. Michael couldn’t make much of you out, just the eyes peering down at him from above the scarf, but he could tell you were beaming at him. Why?

He gestured to the cold step. You sat beside him, gave him a bright smile that didn’t falter when he stared at you a little too long, and turned to look at the night beyond the small archway.

“Pretty, aren’t they? All the lights?” Michael didn’t respond. He shifted his body slightly away from yours and took another sip of port. You weren’t deterred. “You a Billy-no-mates too then?”

“It’s Norman-no-mates-”

“I don’t think it matters.” You cut him off. “Well?”

Michael turned his face to you. You were still watching the lights but sensed him looking at you. In turn, you looked back at him, unabashed and direct.

“I might have mates waiting inside.”

“You might, but you don’t. You’re out here drinking wine,”

“Port.”

“Port’s just fortified wine. Drinking on your own when everyone’s off partying.”

Michael didn’t blink as he watched you. You weren’t being cruel by making him feel bad for his social ineptitude. Nor were you prying into what it was that made him so deplorable to seemingly everyone in college. No. You were just stating the facts. Michael loved facts.

“NFI.”

“Snap.” You held out your hand and gave him your name. Michael’s heart didn’t leap, but it did give a strange sort of jolt.

“Michael Gavey.” He shook yours and his mouth twitched when you gave him a firm smile.

“What about you? Why are you sitting on a cold step with a stranger?”

“Mate’s back there screaming at her fella cos he necked some girl in Exeter after a Hooch too many.”

“Let me guess, Business Management?”

“The very same.”

There was a contented silence a while. Michael sipped his port and watched you from the corner of his eye. The fingerless gloves you wore were fraying a little. Everything looked second hand. From your slightly battered Mary Janes and baggy jeans to the bag by your feet. Even the scarf still wrapped around your neck. The hair there was bunching under the fabric and a few wisps kept sticking to your lip gloss. Too pretty to be sitting with him, and too rough around the edges to be the usual Catton-fodder.

Michael licked his lips. “What are you reading?” Please be something good.

“Computer Sciences.” Merry fucking Christmas. “You?”

“Maths.”

“Ah, we could have done with you at the pub quiz! ‘How many birds in total are there in the twelve days o-’”

“One-hundred and eighty-four.” Michael rattled off as though the answer was a grocery list. You stared at him, an impressed smile playing at the corner of your mouth. Michael’s heart vaulted that time. He wanted more.

“Ask me anything. I can do any sum.”

You eyed him with barely supressed glee. “Twelve times thirty-one.”

“Three-hundred and seventy-two. Come on, ask me something harder.”

“Three-hundred and seventy-two times eight.”

“Harder.”

“Times twenty-three?”

“Harder.”

You almost shouted with excitement. “Three-hundred and seventy-two times forty-seven!”

“Seventeen-thousand, four hundred and eighty-four.”

You giggled and let out a low whistle. “Fuck me,”

Yes please.

A broad flush spread across Michael’s cheeks and he licked his lips again. “I can also-”

“Better check madam is ok,” your eyes indicated behind you as you took you phone from your pocket. The white light from the small screen was garish amongst the soft golds of the Christmas lights, and Michael’s heart sank as he watched you scroll through your contacts list. So many names. He’d give anything to be among.

He didn’t pay attention to anything you were saying as you chatted to your friend. The shine of your lip gloss beneath the fairy lights was too mesmerising. Michael raised his port glass to his lips, took a sip and let the glass linger there as you ended your call. He was entranced.

“Love you, mate. Alright, chat tomorrow.” You sighed as you hung up and looked at Michael. “Home for me, I think.”

As you stood, Michael did too, pulling his trousers up and tucking his hands into his pockets. “Nice to meet you, Michael.” You shook his free hand again and took the port from the other. He watched, agog, as you downed it in one. “Graham’s? Very nice.” You passed him the empty glass and began making your way to the end of the archway. He followed you like a shadow.

At the end of the passageway into the old quadrangle you turned to face him. “What are you doing for Christmas, Michael?”

“Home,” his voice was unnaturally high and he coughed. “Home, to see family but not much else.”

“And new year?”

“Seeing some boring old school friends then back here before term st-starts-starts,” you were leaning towards him. With no hint of shyness, and perhaps a little too forcefully, you kissed him. You pulled back, smiling.

“What was that for?” The surprise of your lips on his made him shout, and it sounded more hysterical than genuine shock and curiosity.

“Mistletoe,” you stated simply, pointing at the small poesy hanging from the archway.

Michael coughed. “Of course, yeah. Thank you.” He made an odd movement and almost clicked his heels. You laughed again, turning into the dark night.

“See you in the new year, Michael.” Your voice echoed off the old stone walls. Just as Michael expected, you sounded so certain. In all your ten minutes of knowing each other, he’d learned that about you. The statement wasn’t speculation or conjecture. It was a fact. Michael loved facts.

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope it's been a kind and calm one. H x

The usual suspects: @arcielee @targaryenrealnessdarling @theoneeyedprince @ewanmitchellcrumbs @ellrond @cyeco13 @babyblue711 @exitpursuedbyavulcan @humanpurposes @myfandomprompts @barbieaemond @anjelicawrites

#ewan mitchell #michael gavey #michael gavey x reader #ewan mitchell x reader #mistletoe #saltburn #OI SALTBURN PEEPS #if you're fed up with the lack of oliver and felix fanfic #write your own and leave us to thirst over the nerd in peace #merry christmas! #hilde's twelve days of christmas

[ingravinoveritas]

Have you seen this? I head "Michael got excited about being connected through matching bracelets" and immediately thought that you're going to have some thoughts.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeQE7KSk/

Oh my god. No, I hadn't seen this video until now, but thank you SO much for sending it to me! I'll post a clip of the most pertinent part about what Michael said below, but I urge folks to check out the whole thing on Tiktok, as this is the woman who made the bracelets we saw David wearing at the Proud Nerd Con last weekend:

My first immediate reaction after seeing/hearing this was utter disbelief and delight, coupled with a complete lack of surprise because...Michael. If there is anyone who could channel "15-year-old girl during the last week of summer camp" energy, it is Michael. It's also terribly bittersweet and yet somehow fitting knowing that we're nearing the end of Michael's time in London--which I think we can now refer to as Shennant Summer, at least in Australia, though the last six months were technically the winter here.

(My second thought was that I feel like we're a hell of a lot closer than ever before to my imaginings of Michael and David getting complementing tattoos somehow manifesting into reality...)

But...my god. I don't think any of us could picture Michael and David not being connected in some way, even if/when they're not in the same city, and yet the thought of Michael wanting to have some tangible reminder of David with him always is doing things to my heart that may necessitate the use of defibrillators. I feel like this is some kind of reverse Parent Trap situation where Michael is going to "accidentally" pack one of the Tennant kids in his suitcase, which will mean David will have to go to Wales to collect his wayward offspring, and then the next thing you know they're on a yacht drinking Champagne while "I Love You (For Sentimental Reasons)" plays in the background.

I think what is so incredible to me is that we know how soft (in the best way possible) Michael is, but to know that he's specifically gotten that way over David--that he holds David in that deep heart space--is achingly beautiful. I know a lot of folks will say that this is giving all of the "friendship bracelet" and "besties" vibes, but I really don't think it's much of a stretch to think that it could be something more. Everything about this just feels so romantic at this point that, in my opinion, it would seem almost ludicrous to not consider it a possibility. Because right now, neither Michael nor David appear to be holding back, and I'm so here for it.

Thank you again so much for sending this my way. I'd love to hear what everyone else thinks, so please feel free to add your thoughts in the comments. Thanks for writing in! x

#weirdandtired #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #proud nerd con 2024 #Michael is about as subtle as a drunken llama on roller skates #at this point the subtext might as well be a billboard #i am hard-pressed to think of any other male 'BFFs' who have matching bracelets #i'm just saying #there is no heterosexual explanation for this #high profile friendship #low profile lovers #they are perfect together your honor #ineffable lovers #discourse