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Imagine Michael inviting you to a party at his house.

hope you’re okay my love, seems you&rsqu…

hope you’re okay my love, seems you’ve been inactive for awhile so just checking in on you xxx

Aww, thank you, darling, for caring ❤ Yes, I am okay, fortunately! I hope you’re doing good as well! What’s less unfortunate is that I have about ten or eleven requests for stories and I haven’t been able to post them yet! I’m very, very sorry to everyone; your requests are still in the works, don’t worry 😉

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Imagine Eric comforting you after a bad breakup with someone.

I would like to read a short fanfic of yours w…

I would like to read a short fanfic of yours with John X Mike ♡

Your wish is my command, darling! I’m happy you requested this pairing; I haven’t seen this one in a while. It’s as short as I could do, I hope you’ll like it!

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Passing the most crowded part of the Greenwich park unspotted, John could finally relax at one of the benches right under a big chestnut, which leaves wouldn’t stop falling on John’s head.

“You’ve got… sowt in your disheveled hair,” John heard the familiar voice of the other comedian and quickly shook his head, so that the inanimate invaders fell on the ground covered in more colourful leaves.

John stood up and though he hesitated for a moment, he gave Michael a hug. Then they both sat down. “So, how’s it going? Everything okay?

"It’s good, as I always say,” Michael answered, the question catching him off guard. John never really cared about those things, for he absolutely despised small talks. But there he was, speaking in that strict authoritative tone, asking about Michael.

They talked about what they did last few months and complimented each other’s career (mainly Michael) and the younger felt they found again the connection they lost after the separation of the troupe.

Then John laid out the question he’s been wanting to ask for a while. “Do you think we’ll be up to another Monty Python movie?”

Michael stopped to think. “No, I don’t think so. Jonesy’s working on his new project, so that will take some time to think through. We’re not done with the work there yet. Eric will be surely off somewhere with his band. Gilliam is taking time for his movie Time Bandits. And Graham won’t stay at home with his partner!”

“That’s true… I don’t have much to do now, when Fawlty Towers is finished.” John pondered out loud. “Do you think Gra is more happy than us with his man?”

“I would say so; they’re doing so many activities together!”

“Meanwhile we’re sitting in a park, talking shop.”

“Oh, come on, you have to be happy for him. You know him much longer than I do, so you must know how difficult for him it must’ve been.”

“One thing I envy him; he’s into men and men are easy to trap. You promise them a shag and they’ll do awt.” He enjoyed the faux-shocked face Michael did.

“Do you really think it’s easy to get a man?” Michael asked with a grin to which John stubbornly nodded.

“Watch, how exactly easy,” Michael said and in one swift motion swung his arm behind John, moved closer and pressed his lips to John’s.

If there were someone watching the pair, they would think that they’re so different. Well, why not now switching to something completely different? thought John and with a smile, he returned the kiss Michael was offering him.

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Imagine sitting in the audience on a filming session and making Michael laugh.

please please please write a imagine with mich…

please please please write a imagine with michael and graham *-*

Okay! I’m so glad you wrote! 🙂 This one is a little older (that means it was already written some time ago, only I did some correction and cut out unnecessary parts), so I hope you don’t mind! Happy reading!
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December 31st. Only an hour and it will be a New Year. Michael sighed and watched the fireworks explode in afar. He leaned on the window sill with left hand, his right hand holding a glass with orange juice.

He could be over there, partying with his friends, but he wanted to remain sober, without pain in his head from drinking too much alcohol the next day (and because he had a flu, but his morals were a tad more important to him).

However, Michael still felt sort of empty. Of course; he was alone at home, but maybe, just maybe, they will come. His mind was blank and he wasn’t going to do anything about it.

Suddenly, he was circled from the back. The man stiffed, but when the person started to whisper in his ear, he immediately relaxed his senses. “It’s only Graham, Michael.”

“I knew you would come,” Michael responded. He smiled, out of the blonde man’s sight, and closing the window, he turned to his partner. “I knew, because you were afraid of me drinking all of your scotch, didn’t you?”

“Oh, you know me so well,” Graham laughed and drew the man even closer to his body. “But on the other hand, I know you well, too. You’re not going to start drinking from day to day.”

“I’m not going to start any habit that belongs to you. I tolerate you, because you’re the best person I could have ever met,” Michael sighed, but held onto Graham tightly.

“And I look refreshing doing that thing with that old smoke pipe of mine,” the blonde responded, a small smile forming on his face. That could warm any frown and Michael was no exception.

“You read my diary!” he suddenly realised and playfully punched Graham in his shoulder.

“Indeed, but try not to, when it’s laying open on our bed,” laughed Graham and snuggled his sharp nose against Michael’s cheek. “I have to know, if you didn’t fall in love with any of our friends. I hear Terry talking about you all the time.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have kissed me the other day in the studio. Eric was constantly laughing at us, John was talking about not dating anyone and distracting yourself from work and… so on and so on. But Terry was the good guy, as always. Not forcing himself onto me, kind of shy about asking questions about me and you and always happy. I’m thinking right now; how come that we all didn’t kill him for his ability to lead us yet?” Chuckling, Michael sat on their bed and watched Graham taking off his tie.

“You said it; he’s the good guy and we couldn’t have the group without Terry. We’re all funny bastards and he’s matching our personality with his occasional arguments with John. I… I actually don’t think you’ve witnessed one of their squabbles about a sketch. ”

“Well, you know Terry; constantly trying to put his ideas in the first place.”

Graham took off the upper part of his suit and sat on the bed next to Michael. “Jones is one bloody bastard sometimes. He sure is kind and understanding, but you, as my partner, I’m confessing that he propositioned me that one time. After we had done the sketch about the football match…”

“Oh, I remember! Me falling on Eric in an embrace and you had to kiss Jonesy! What a pity I couldn’t catch it. I was outside with John, when you were filming it. He said he would do it instead of you, but I don’t think he would be capable of doing such a thing as kissing other man.”

“You’re a smart one.” Graham laid down on the bed, sighing. “I know why I chose you, darling.”

“Don’t call me darling, you know I don’t fancy nicknames!” When Michael saw the blond smile, he realised that he was using mockery on him. “Want to get me angry, Chapman, eh?”

“I sure as well don’t want to, Palin,” responded Graham and pulled Michael down on him. They exchanged a few tender kisses, Michael never unlocking their fingers apart. After that, the brown-haired man let his head rest on the blonde’s chest, listening to the sound of his heart.

“You’re quite comfortable, but I have to put on sowt, what I can sleep in.” Michael stood up, slipped into comfortable trousers and a white shirt and went back to bed only to be stopped by Gray.

“Do you want to go to bed right now? There’s only a while remaining until New Year and you want to go and sleep through it?”

He laid down and pressed the bedsheets under his chin. It was December after all and it was cold as never before. “What if I said yes to all of your questions?”

“Then you know what’s coming next.” Graham said with a hint of warning in his voice.

“You always sound like that and the only thing I get is a-” Graham pulled Michael close and cut him off by placing his lips on Michael’s delicate ones. He, of course, predicted the blond’s actions, but still, it was a sensation he wanted to feel as long as possible. Graham kissed him long enough to roll on top of him and he started to unbutton his white shirt. However, he was cut by Michael, slightly pushing him backwards. “Graham, look at the clock; it’s midnight.”

The blond sat up and did as he was told, then turned back to the youngster and smiled. “Glad that I can spend it with you and not the other Pythons again.”

“Is it always that bad? You know I always catch a cold, when cachexias like this are taking place.”

“Just that bad? It is terrible! I try not to get arseholed that much, but John always pushes me. And Eric talks only about George Harrison and how he knows him well. It is more like… a pity party for everyone, only with me as a victim.”

“Oh, come here, poor soul,” replied Michael with a smile and brought Graham to his arms, tightly embracing the blond longer than he expected.

They parted, Graham rolled over to his side of the bed. “What was the hug supposed to mean? It felt like you were going to stand up any minute now.”

“What if you’re true and I’m leaving you for Terry, the Welshman that John doesn’t like very much, but is friends with him anyway?”

“Then good luck with keeping up with his leadership.”

“You’re such a bad example of a friend, you know that?”

“You know me so well. Like I said; I know why I chose you, Mike.” Graham leaned in for another kiss and when Michael responded with a smile, he knew that this man, his friend, is the best gift in his life he could ever ask for. “Happy New Year, Palin.”

Turning to the blonde, Michael took a hold of Graham’s hand. “Happy New Year, Chapman.”

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Imagine playing truth or dare with the Pythons.

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Imagine teaching John how to dance.

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Imagine listening to a music record with Graham.

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Imagine taking a silly photo with Michael and Terry.