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5sos altered my brain chemistry (michael lane), i also write muke on ao3 because i clearly enjoy emotional damage.

this blog contains: — yearning — feelings that spiral — fictional men ruining my life

— I sometimes do manips when I bored. :)

my muke stories:

— Red vs. Blue (moodboard) — Neverland (moodboard)

Michael Clifford, the men that you AREEEEE

NEVERLAND (MUKE FIC)

where memories are currency, peter pan is the problem and loving someone might be the only way to survive forgetting.

“Second star to the right, and straight on till morning.”

Spotify playlist: NEVERLAND

TENNESSEE TITANS AESTHETIC ( MUKE FANFIC — RED VS BLUE. )

he’s not loud like Tennessee, he doesn’t need to be.

where others demand attention, he waits, where others take control, he adapts.

luke hemmings plays like the game is something to study— not something to dominate and that should make him easy to read, predictable, safe.

but somehow—he’s the one no one can figure out.

ATLANTA FALCONS AESTHETIC (MUKE FANFIC — RED VS BLUE.)

atlanta made him untouchable and he believed it.

every throw clean, every read perfect, every game under control. nothing unexpected and nothing he couldn’t break down, predict, fix.

that’s how it’s always been…until something doesn’t fit the system.

and suddenly—control isn’t enough.

this was never supposed to be personal, it was just football, a preseason game, a headline, a matchup the league could sell:

the champion vs the rookie.

red vs blue.

michael clifford — untouchable, precise, already a legacy.

luke hemmings — calm, unreadable, not playing like he’s supposed to be new.

it should’ve been simple except—luke watched him for years. studied every throw like it meant something. michael watched him once… and couldn’t stop.

no trash talk, no obvious rivalry, just something quieter. worse. a look held too long across the field, a greeting that isn’t returned.

a push that shouldn’t have meant anything—but does, because suddenly it’s not just about the game anymore, it’s about the way admiration starts to feel like a threat, the way respect turns sharp under stadium lights, the way the entire league is watching—and they still can’t look away from each other.

two quarterbacks.

two cities.

one narrative being forced onto them and somewhere between falcons red and titans blue, between what’s expected and what’s real—something breaks and something else starts.

Link for the book on here.

Spotify playlist: soon!

Michael’s Atlanta Falcons moodboard here.