What kind of man loves like this?

To let me dangle at a cruel angle. Oh, my feet don't touch the floor. Sometimes you're half in and then you're half out but you never close the door. Michael Lawson // 31 // Marriage Counselor

[tullipsink]

Are you there?” she whispered quietly into the phone. Pause. “Yeah.” “Say something, please.” “Say what?” he replied. “Anything. That you miss me. That you miss me like I miss you.” He inhaled quietly, “Of course. Of course I miss you. I miss you so much that it hurts me every day.

A.M.// I miss you phone call (via tullipsink)

[wordsnquotes]

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

Kahlo, Frida. The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait. (via wordsnquotes)

[michaelxlawson]

evangelinejenkins:

“It’s not about me,” Eva retorted defensively, although she knew that there was no real logic behind it. Michael and Annabelle had been having problems long before “the incident” as she was now remembering it as. “Roles reversed, you wouldn’t let me not talk about it but I won’t push you,” she assured him with a calm but warm tone. “And for the record, it doesn’t matter where we are right, I’d listen to anything you had to say, no matter how many times I’d already heard it.” She’d been his listening ear and shoulder to lean on for years, it seemed stupid for him to care now. Kiss or no kiss.

She was right. It always took some work to get her to speak up whenever something was happening in that mysterious head of hers. Eventually, Michael managed to get her to open up. He’d often tried to dig deeper, as deep as she would allow him. “I know,” he admitted quietly, her assurance that no matter what was happening between them she’d still listen wasn’t needed but it was appreciated it. Her words made him feel cared for, something he had been quietly longing for as his marriage continued to crumble. “You always listen,” the man muttered, making his way over to her because the distance between them was unsettling. “You’re always here,” he continued, his steps followed his words and in a matter of seconds, there was no space separating them any longer. “Always you,” Michael breathlessly spoke, leaning forward just enough to feel the tip of her nose against his. His arms wrapped around her small frame and without hesitations or further thoughts, he pressed his lips against hers. Wanting to rid himself of the pain in his chest, only Lina seemed to be able to achieve this and Michael couldn’t understand why — so he was determined to find answers in her lips.

[michaelxlawson]

ohaddieblake:

Addie was leaned back against one of the pieces of furniture on the roof, minding her own business when she heard the male begin to get upset with someone else, grabbing her attention. She glanced up from her phone momentarily, only to look back to the screen when she realized their eyes had met. But, it was too late. She had been caught, there was no use in hiding. “Oh, don’t worry. You weren’t interrupting. I’m just avoiding working,” she let out smoothly, turning on the seat, and facing the stranger. “I don’t mean to overstep my boundaries here… and if I am, by all means, throw me off this roof–wait, no, please don’t–but,” she laughed a bit, before letting out a deep breath. “What I’m trying to get out is… that sounded harsh…? Are you good? Because I know some great hot chocolate recipes–brought to you by my kiuerig.”

A chuckle left Michael’s lips as she mentioned being thrown off the roof, not that the thought ever crossed his mind but it seemed like something very unpredictable to say at the moment. “Not to worry, I’ve yet to ever throw anyone off. Hardly think you’ll be my first victim, Miss.” The man assured with a smile, one that he had to force on his lips because his wrath had yet to entirely settle from the argument with his wife just minutes before. “I’m good,” he insisted, mostly to himself. Perhaps if he repeated the phrase enough times it would eventually become the truth. “However, I can be not so good if it gets me hot chocolate. I’m weak for anything chocolate.”

[michaelxlawson]

riverhargrove:

It had been a long day of rushing around, trying to put the finishing touches before the grand opening. Endless calls with contractors, followed by problems with his building permit— safe to say, River wanted nothing more than to relax in silence, with a good, cold beer in his hand. But, as he reached the rooftop, he heard exasperated murmurs that escalated and it took a few seconds before he registered what was going on. “No, no,” he replied hastily. “I was the one interrupting,” he continued, laughing slightly. There was a quick pause as he considered leaving the issue behind, but he couldn’t just ignore the elephant in the room. “Is everything alright?” 

“I’d hardly call it interrupting as this is a public place,” Michael assured, feeling somewhat embarrassed for the previous argument. It was very unlike him to display such things, most fights with Annabelle were at home — away from listening ears. However, it seemed the man’s patience had been wearing thin lately. As to be expected for someone who had been waiting to see his wife all through Christmas and New Years, instead he had been left all alone at home. As usual. “Oh yeah, women you know. Can’t live with them,” a chuckle left his lips before a sigh followed. “Can’t live without them.”

[michaelxlawson]

emiliawestaway:

“Yeah yeah,” Emilia rolled her eyes as she stood against the wall of the rooftop garden. “I know, you’re not supposed to smoke up here. Because of children and being considerate of other people, but what about being considerate of me, huh?” She ranted between breaths of her cigarette. “I cannot be fucked to walk all the way downstairs for ten minutes.”

“I think the only way I can be considerate of you is by reminding you of what that,” Michael paused for a second to point at the cigarette in the woman’s hand before he continued, “can do to you. I mean, I’m sure you know how harmful it is, personally the stairs seem like a much better option.”

[michaelxlawson]

oliviaxolsenx:

Olivia had been getting tired of the shit that filled her life and she felt like she needed to get away. She knew she couldn’t go far but she knew of one place that throughly comforted her. As the son started to sink she made her way to the rooftop garden. The man didn’t hear her but she could hear him. After he realized she was there she stuffed her hands in her pockets. “Trouble in paradise?” She asked, knowing it wasn’t the right time for a sarcastic joke but it just came out. 

Her questioned earned a scoff from him, oh she had no idea how much trouble, Michael thought to himself. That was possibly the only thing in his marriage for the past few years; trouble. “Just a small disagreement,” Michael informed the woman, a ghost of a smile painted on his lips as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “You come to see the garden? It’s really beautiful this time of year. The Iris Katharine Hodgkin’s are already blooming and everything.”

[michaelxlawson]

amygreyson:

Amy was still a bit upset her aunt had sent over a nanny to help her out with the twins, she wanted to do everything by herself, but she knew it was taking a toll on her. So she kept her anger inside and instead take a walk. She took her baby monitor anyways, even though she knew the nanny was there. How that upset her, it was such a  trustfund baby thing to do, and she had always tried to stray away from that. It wasn’t until she stepped into the garden that she only got the end of the mans heated conversation. “No forgive me, I didn’t mean to pry.” 

“It’s not like you can turn these off,” Michael jested, pointing to his ears as he eased back into the wall he had been leaning on before his wife called. “You’re more than forgiven,” he assured the woman. “I guess you’re up here for some peace and quiet as well? I think this is the best and most popular in the building to do so.” The man was certain he spent more time on the roof that he did in his own apartment, mostly wanting to avoid his wife’s belongings. 

[michaelxlawson]

samxradcliffe:

Sam was most definitely listening to the conversation, it was hard not to considering how close he was to it. When the conversation finished, Sam looked down at his food, pretending as though he didn’t hear a word. “Don’t apologize,” he assured, taking another bite of his food. “I was just.. eating, minding my own business. Definitely not.. listening. I promise.” 

A deep sigh left Michael’s lips as he eased back into the chair he had been occupying before his phone rang. “I appreciate that,” he gave the other man a meek smile, fully knowing there was no way he hadn’t listened to the argument but glad he didn’t bring it up or ask further questions. “What you got there? It smells incredible.”

[michaelxlawson]

sofiakindell:

Sofia had her headphones on, and even then she was able to the little banter the man seemed to have on the phone, she tried her best not to listen to whatever he was going about, as she was sure she hadn’t noticed her in the corner of the garden where she always did her yoga. She shook her head slowly as she took her headphones off. No worries, I barely noticed you.” She lied, giving him a small reassuring smile. 

Her words brought a certain familiarity to the situation he was currently in. It seemed like that was destined to be his curse, being invisible. "Story of my life," Michael commented with a forced chuckle. "I can go if you're looking to be alone, Miss. This place is perfect for that," he motioned to the yoga mat she was currently on, "But perhaps not with an audience."

[michaelxlawson]

ronan-young:

“It hasn’t been that long…,” Ronan answered quietly, mostly to himself. He’d thankfully had different clothes he was able to change into at work, but by the time his shift ended he had no choice but to put on his stained shirt again. “I got my arm slashed open by something at work,” he explained to his recently acquired big brother Michael. “It was my own fault, I was being really clumsy but yeah - slashed open my arm which then stained my shirt and, well–,” Ronan gestured at his - albeit covered by his jacket - arm. “It’s been a few hours so hopefully I can still get the stains out but… yeah.”

Michael, standing at a height of five feet and eleven inches was by no means a small man. Sure, he wasn’t as tall as Ronan but he wasn’t a lot smaller by comparison either. However, no matter how tall or built he was it never made up for how squeamish things like slashing arms or blood made him. “Oh! Please do not show me!” The man pleaded as he took a few steps back, almost wanting to cover his ears as Ronan explained further. “I’ve got a really great stain remover you can borrow if you promise to not show me your arm and be more careful next time. Shouldn’t that be a requirement in your line of work? You know, to be careful.”

[michaelxlawson]

rolandcpd:

“I remember my mom saying that when I turned ten,” Roland laughed, wiping at his face and then looking to the other. Soon, he shrugged his shoulders. “I guess they weren’t kidding when they said time flies when you’re having fun,” he smiled. At the offer, the male first hesitated, never very lenient when it came to letting other people do things for him. But, he was thirty, it was time to actually relax. With a nod, and a light smile, he replied, “that would be nice, actually. I don’t think I’ve ever been there. Do they have good food, too?”  

Michael couldn’t help but chuckle at the other man’s response, remembering that his own mother would say the same thing on each of his birthdays. “At least you’re having fun,” he commented with a small smirk, not that he wasn’t enjoying the years that went by but the fact that his marriage was currently so rocky was definitely taking a toll on the older man. “Great, let’s do it then,” with perhaps a bit too much excitement Michael stood up and began to lead the way toward’s Dick’s, which thankfully wasn’t that far away. “Oh man, they’ve got the best burgers. I swear.”

[michaelxlawson]

evangelinejenkins:

Eva heard the familiar sounds of a frustrated Michael, although the aggression was not expected. It wasn’t that she was eavesdropping although she was definitely intrigued as to what the conversation between his wife had been. For purely friendship-based reasons. At least that’s what she told herself. “That sounded real bad, Mikey” she made a face, wondering she was the reason behind his unusual outburst but realizing that it was a self-centered way to think. They were both working towards getting over it and what better way than to pretend it never happened. “Do you want to talk about it?”

It was always something about the way she addressed him, it made Michael instantly relax no matter how frustrated he was at the moment. Lina seemed to be the only person that brought him peace lately, that was as terrifying as it was comforting to the man. "For once, I don't necessarily feel like talking," he breathed out, not bothering to keep the exhaustion from his tone as he usually would in front of her. "I'm so tired of this," Michael confessed, running a hand through his hair. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew she wasn’t the best person to rant to about his wife, not after what happened between them — no matter how much they both were pretending like it had been nothing. “You must be so sick of hearing the same thing over and over.”

[dailyscotteastwood]

Scott Eastwood photographed by Weston Wells for The Coveteur

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[michaelxlawson]

beau-lawson:

A tidal wave of relief washed over Beau as he stuck his first smoke between his teeth, the one the always seemed most necessary to his mental health. When he heard the familiar voice of his little brother coupled with the unfamiliar sharpness to his tone, Beau rounded the corner, his shoes scuffing the surface as Michael spoke to him without noticing it was actually Beau and not some stranger to be inconvenienced. “The wife off playing house with her boss again?” Beau snorted tactlessly as he cupped his hands to light the end of his cigarette up, only half joking - and that half being for Mike’s sake only. He always had his own suspicions about Annabelle, who seemed to have no issue spending 9 nights out of 10 away from her doting husband. He slapped the other on the back before offering his pack of cigarettes over, knowing the answer to this silent question was most likely no. “What’s her excuse this time?”

The realization that it was his brother who he had interrupted made Michael feel slightly at ease, better him than some stranger. However, Beau’s words immediately made his shoulders slump and a sigh part his lips. “I don’t find that statement amusing,” Mike protested, shaking his head. It was definitely a possibility the man had considered in the past, but he was certain he had married a workaholic and not a cheater. At least he hoped so. “I’m good,” the younger Lawson dismissed the offer with a wave of his hand, then turned to look out at the city before them. “She’s got some big project that needs to be finished and blah blah blah,” he explained, unable to hide the bitterness in his tone. "I’m going crazy, B.”

[michaelxlawson]

evangelinejenkins:

Hearing that things wouldn’t be easier to just pretend it didn’t happen wasn’t exactly what she wanted to hear. While she was a hot mess in most retrospects, this was one instance where Eva wished things were easier. “I’m not burdened,” she shook her head. After she wasn’t the one that was married. When his hands found hers, her instinct wasn’t to pull away, although she knew it should be. All his words seemed pointless, she didn’t know what she wanted to hear or even what she wanted from him but every sound that exited his mouth only made her feel worse. “So, we’ll just move through it then,” she mumbled, staring down at his hands on hers, his wedding ring drawing her attention. Swallowing hard, Eva knew the next question was one Michael would be trying to avoid. She knew him all too well. “Are you going to tell her? I mean, I started it so she really has no reason to be mad at you. I’m already her least favorite person so I don’t mind if you do.”

Of course, he had examined all the scenarios of what needed to happen and what he wanted to happen. It was the main reason Michael was barely getting any sleep. Many times he picked up the phone and called his wife, wanting to tell her what happened and wanting to beg for forgiveness but the words never left his lips. Part of him only felt anger, mostly at himself for allowing his feelings take over instead of his head. However, there was also anger at Annabelle. For making him feel abandoned and unwanted, something only Eva always managed to cure with her company. Now that felt selfish, wanting to have her too knowing there was something else there. “We’ll move through it,” he agreed with a small sigh. Not entirely sure how they were going to achieve that. “She has every reason to be mad at me,” Michael protested. “I didn’t stop it. In fact, I encouraged it,” he breathed, wishing he could at least feel some remorse for what happened but there was nothing...only sadness. “I don’t think telling her about it will make things better. Either way, she’s staying overseas for another month. She’s not my main concern right now, Lina. You are.”