#mikey is a cat magnet

[sweeneydino]

Respite.

Thank you @avroditelovesthesun for your cat <33

Ronin loves all cats... and I'm resisting the urge to write a fic or one-shot of ronin and cats 💀

[juuuulez]

🎧 | playlist roulette, 500+ follower celebration!

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🎰 -> lip gallagher, carmen berzatto, richie jerimovich, mikey berzatto, sydney adamu, carl grimes, negan smith.

📚 -> smut, angst, fluff etc…

just inbox a character + song and i’ll write a short fic/blurb about it! songs marked 🔥 are exclusively NSFW due to, well… the nature of the song. otherwise, feel free to suggest a genre you’d prefer, or none at all, and i’ll go with the whatever suits it best. i’ve gone with songs that give a good mix of different vibes and ideas for some variety.

artists are in alphabetical order and are from my personal playlists, you’ll find: childish gambino, doja cat, faye webster, kendrick lamar, lana del rey, nicki minaj, paramore, phoebe bridgers, tyler the creator, taylor swift…

☆ childish gambino, heartbeat: ✅

⟡ richie jerimovich.

so we're done? this the real shit? / we used to hold hands like field trips / i'm a jerk, but your dude is a real dick / i read his posts on your wall, and i feel sick.

☆ childish gambino, me and your mama:

⟡ negan smith.

i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la / i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, agora hills: ✅

⟡ carmen berzatto.

somethin' different about you / love it when he hit and smack too / baby, lemme lick on your tattoos / that’s true that i like PDA / take it to a seedy place / suck a little dick in the bathroom.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, cyber sex: ✅

⟡ lip gallagher.

when he off work, he calling me on skype (yeah!) / trust me when i meet him, i’m fucking him on sight (yeah) / lemme see you can beat it, i’m feelin' just like mike (okay, okay).

☆ faye webster, kingston:

⟡ richie jerimovich.

he said, "baby, " that's what he called me, "i love you" / every single word you say makes me feel some type of way / it’s the thought of you that slightly scares me / but it takes my breath away, forget what i was gonna say.

☆ kendrick lamar, father time:

⟡ carmen berzatto.

oh, this the part where mental stability meets talent / oh, this the part, he breaks my humility just for practice / tactics we learned together, sore losers forever, daddy issues.

☆ lana del rey, margaret:

⟡ lip gallagher.

alright, let's waltz this out, 'cause / 'cause when you know, you know / and when you're old, you're old / like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring.

☆ nicki minaj, anaconda:

i-i-i’m high as hell, i only took a half a pill / i’m on some dumb shit / by-by-by-by-by-by the way, what he say? / he can tell I ain't missing no meals.

☆ nicki minaj, pink friday girls:

lookin' for my lipgloss and my liner (liner) / lookin' for me, told him meet me at the diner (diner) / got him smilin' 'cause he know i outshine her ('shine her) / had to pop her just to remind her.

☆ paramore, thick skull:

i am a magnet for broken pieces / i am attracted to broken people / i pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding / and it looks like my fault / and it looks like i’m caught red-handed.

☆ phoebe bridgers, saviour complex:

baby, you're a vampire / you want blood and i promised / i’m a bad liar / with a savior complex.

☆ phoebe bridgers, waiting room:

⟡ sydney adamu.

and i can wish all that i want, but it won't bring us together / plus, i know whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better.

☆ taylor swift, love story:

⟡ lip gallagher.

that you were romeo, you were throwin' pebbles / and my daddy said, "stay away from juliet" / and I was cryin' on the staircase / beggin' you, "please don't go.”

☆ taylor swift, paper rings:

⟡ lip gallagher.

i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings / uh huh, that's right / darling, you're the one i want, and / i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

☆ tyler the creator, are we still friends?: ✅

⟡ mikey berzatto.

don’t get green skin (green skin), keep contact (keep contact) / don’t say, "goodbye, smell you later" (bye, later) / nah, i can't / i don't want to end this season on a bad episode.

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and on a more serious note: thank you for all the support on my works!! this blog has been my little safespace for indulging in all my silly little thoughts, and it makes me so happy that others can appreciate what i make too.

i’m excited to explore more tv shows and movies and let my blog and writing grow along with my interests, so i hope you’ll all stick around for the ride!

nervous about finally posting this, i’ve been thinking about doing it for a long time….i wanna write every song on here, so i’m really excited about it!!! feel free to send in multiple if you want ;P

[magic-mikey]

It burns! The sweet, bubbly acid burns! ... Oh wait, it's just soda. Heh heh.

Mikey here!! Stole this bio from @alphab00tyyyshaker9000 (Donnie!!) So go run over there. I've finally decided to set this up!! I like art and cooking and asks. Keep reading!!

"When you’re ready to grow up and be an adult, Raphael, we’ll be in the arcade."

🛹 Cowabunga!

Heeeellloo!! Its ya boy, Michelangelo here! Everyone just calls me Mikey LOL. Getting this Tumblr set up!! You're gonna get to know all .about .me, ya boiii. Ok, so uh..lets get some basics going whoop whoop!!

Some Nicknames!

Mikey

Mike

Michael (mostly family)

Dr Delicate Touch

Dr Feelings

MikeyAngelo

The Orange one

Orange

"I'm saying we're perfect as we are! Embrace the turtle, baby!"

🔥 Family & Friends

> Raph!! (Oldest brother ) > Leo!! (@leon-neon) > Donnietello!! (@alphab00tyyyshaker9000) > Splinter ( Dad!!) > Aprill O neil!! (@sherlock-corn1)

⚠️!! Uhh I am a minor! No nsfw jokes. Period. Dont make me get the glasses and turtleneck. Also not really big on seeing ships all up in my face. You wanna ship, thats yo bizz, but please dont push it on me <3 Im all good for friends ya'll!! !! ⚠️

"How about we let the artist of the crew take a poke at it?"

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DNI ‼️

NSFW

T*cest

Sexualizing characters that are minors.

General criteria, don't be weird. Don't be mean.

No sexual like innuendos either.

"Mystic hands!" 

🍕 Interests/Likes:

Pizza!!

Art!! I post some sometimes

Asks

Cooking!!

Rupert Swaggart

Skateboaardss

My family!

Making friends!

Cats!!

Graffiti!!

Splatoon!!

"What?! Omigosh! Omigosh! Omigosh! I! Am! Freaking! Out!"

👎🚫 Dislikes:

Being shipped with OC's

Squash 🤮

People not treating me as the real Mikey

Kraang

Mentioning trauma without forewarning

Bullies

+ more I'll add later

"And you laughed at me for taking that class. Who's gonna be laughing when I'm miming up a storm?"

❌⛔ Boundaries

Do not..

Send asks romantically inclined. I'm good with all that kissing on cheeks and squeezing cheeks, but no like romantic stuff. Like meaning more than friendly.

Ask to marry me ( unless it's a joke )

Send asks of me shipped with your oc. If you do, I'm ok with them being like hugging or hanging out as friends, but no ships, like kissing or anything.

Send real hate mail.

Mention anything NSFW

Ship me with any of my brothers (EW EW DNI DNI)

Ship me with April (shes my sista from anotha mista)

Make gay jokes about Leo please 🙏

No sexual innuendos. Keep it pg guys.

Feel free to..

Send asks

Be silly

Tease me ( light-heartedly )

Draw art of me

Request art

Use tone tags

Ask random questions

"Oh mama, people are getting rustic out there."

🔥 Thats about all!! I love you all <33 See ya when I see ya :D

"Good morning, I'm Doctor Feelings. Welcome to my seminar, "Hug it out!"

Tags I've used ⬇️

> #🎨- Mikey Rambles

># 🍕- Responses

># 💙💜-Disaster duo

># 🧡💙 - Portal Duo

># 🧲 - Magnet Duo

># 🎨🧠 - Smarts and Crafts

>#🌇 - Sunset Duo

># 🛼April O Neil

># 💪🧠- Brains and Brawn

>#🎶 - Lyrics

># 🥏- Reblog

># 🖼️- Others Art

># 🌹- My art

Will probably update more!!

[mousermayhem]

Go on this is interesting

Ok so for visual reference I made ✨A Chart✨

YES Introverted Extrovert and Extroverted Introvert are TWO DIFFERENT THINGS! Just bear with me! We’ll take it from the top for the 4 turtles

Leo: He’s decent with people but is an introvert at the end of the day. He needs a good amount of alone time to function and probably would need 3-7 business days notice if he had to go to an event.

Donnie: Neither an Introvert not an Extrovert, but at the same time he’s both. He likes people and doesn’t get drained by interactions but is also just fine on his own.

Raph: Look the guy is a people magnet and really is good with them. He’d become friends with Casey, at least two kids, an old lady and her cat, and that’s just from Earth. He does a lot better around other people, but he’s still pretty selective about who he likes around. So, Extroverted at his core but with more Introverted tendencies.

Mikey: It’s Mikey man, I don’t think that guy cares much about the attention he gets as long as he has attention on him. Very very extrovert.

The others I put in just for fun.

[lcveloop]

hc + 😃 (sterling), hc + 🏠 (luca), hc + 💍 (quinn), hc + 🌇 (duygu), hc + 🐈 (sunwoo), hc + 🎵 (astur)

feel free to pick and choose! I tried to narrow it down <3

thematic headcanons ! found under the cut:

hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon (sterling)

Nothing to smile about in his life. No, I jest. Mostly. Even though he’s kind of scared of water, Sterling really loves fish and he has a huge aquarium in his penthouse. He spent a lot of time properly researching everything about keeping fish as pets and spends a lot of money to make sure they are healthy and happy and well taken care of 24/7. He can and does spend hours just staring at it because watching the fishies swim around is really soothing for him.

hc + 🏠 for a home-themed headcanon (luca)

Luca and Mikey live in a renovated terraced house. It’s very homey and usually kind of messy, though Luca does his best to clean up. There is lots of Mikey art on every available surface, tonnes of photos and also plenty of souvenirs from Luca’s travels. Their fridge is covered in aforementioned art and photos and magnets. Luca has a really nice bar and is super proud of his fancy little wine cabinet, naturally.

hc + 💍 for a jewelry-themed headcanon (quinn)

Her dad gave her a gold butterfly pendant for her eighth birthday. The original chain has long since broken but she got it replaced. It’s one of her most precious possessions and, for the most part, it remains on display in her room as she’s too scared to lose it to wear it often, only puts it on for special occasions. Actually prefers silver jewelry these days, usually ends up layering her necklaces. Would honestly love to get more ear piercings but she hasn’t yet because she thinks her grandparents will scold her for it (and she’s right).

hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening rituals headcanon (duygu)

Duygu always tries to keep herself away from her phone and her laptop for at least an hour before bed. She uses the time to properly pamper herself and indulges in a needlessly long skincare routine, a nice bubble bath and some meditation. Makes sure she has everything she needs for tomorrow (that her planner is up to date, clothes are ironed and laid out, bag is at least 80% packed, etc etc) and tries to squeeze some reading time in, as well.

hc + 🐈 for a pet/animal-themed headcanon (sunwoo)

More than half of Sunwoo’s camera roll is cute animals he’s spotted when he was out on a walk and most of those are cats. His favorite part about working for the Beaumont-Peters is literally Lucy’s cats who both adore him. Has been spotted napping with them when on a break. He would really love to have one of his own and I think he’d be happy to have a dog, too, but if he had to choose between the two, he’d pick a cat. His current apartment building doesn’t allow pets, though, so he isn’t getting anything until he moves out.

hc + 🎵 for a music-themed headcanon (astur)

Astur usually bounces between classic rock and hyperpop, depends on her mood, but would listen to just about anything that isn’t super slow. Avoids ballads like the plague. Sings along to stuff super obnoxiously and loves singing in the shower. It sounds bad but she has fun so she doesn’t care. Has a playlist of curated movie scores that she puts on when she’s working because she doesn’t like the silence.

[briamichellewrites]

19

Bria and Jason were hanging out with Mike, Dave and Joe at Saks. She invited Topher but he had to be on set. Shopping wasn’t his thing anyway. They planned to spend the afternoon shopping and then go out to dinner afterwards. Both Jason and Mike knew she would spend upwards of thousands of dollars before leaving. She could have a private shopper, but she preferred to do it herself. That way, she knew what she bought fit her the first time. She could also pick out what she liked. It was Friday afternoon, so the store wasn’t busy.

They went to the men’s department. There wasn’t anything that the guys could afford. They still had fun looking and trying on clothes. The paparazzi were outside taking pictures of her. They tried to ignore them. She caught Dave looking at them and then at her.

She rolled her eyes, making him nod. Someone must have called them. He and Mike were trying not to make it obvious they were sleeping together. Mike was going to pick his brother’s brain about how he realised he was gay. He was unsure if he was or not. Was he attracted to Dave? Not as much as he was attracted to Bria. He felt a magnetic pull to her. He wanted to beg her to take him back. At the same time, he didn’t want to hurt him.

He also didn’t want to start over if she was dating Topher. Mikey! His head shot over to Joe, who was holding up a shirt. It was a T-shirt with Cyprus Hill on the front. How much is it? Thirty dollars. He walked over to see if they had his size. Bria and Jason were going over to the women’s department. The guys would meet them over there.

Princess was playing with Micha’s tail. It looked like a snake. She got on her hind legs before pouncing. I got you! When she bit into it, he turned around and swung his paw at her. That hurt! She jumped out of the way just in time. Yes, she was a kitten but he was going to teach her not to bite him. He got up and moved away from her. Jasper came over and sat down on the floor. He and Christina were watching him for the weekend.

Princess went over to him and climbed into the space in his lap. He asked her what she was doing. I’m hiding! She bent down as Micha came over looking for her. He peeked inside and found her little triangle ears. There you are! As the older cat, he felt responsible for keeping track of her. She was just a kitten, so she didn’t know any better.

She tried pouncing but she couldn’t. Jasper laughed at her while scratching her head. Since adopting her and bringing her home, he was amused by her. Christina noted how happy he was. Taking care of her gave him a purpose. She distracted him from his depression by making him laugh. Play with me, human! Just petting her helped calm him down. He also loved his “grand cat”. Micha was in his teenage phase where he demanded attention and pushed boundaries.

He meowed when he didn’t get his way or he fell to the floor in a tantrum. His human could be so mean sometimes. All he wanted to do was drink water from the toilet. She told him no and closed the lid. Meow! She ignored his tantrum, as the vet instructed her to do. He was like a human toddle, who had to learn that no meant no.

When his tantrum was over, she reminded him that she loved him. I love you too, human.

Bria found some clothes she wanted to try on. The boys waited outside, so they could give their opinions. They talked amongst themselves whilst they waited. When she came out, they let her know what they thought. Where’s the other half of your shirt? The guys laughed. Her shirt was too short. It didn’t even cover her belly button. It was supposed to be that short. They gave it four out of four no’s. She came out wearing a slightly longer shirt. That was much better! They didn’t understand women’s fashion because they were guys.

She ended up buying some shirts, a handbag that cost hundreds of dollars and a dress that cost five hundred dollars. It was around a thousand dollars. She used her credit card to pay for everything. The cashier was used to rich girls coming in and spending “daddy’s money”. She couldn’t afford to buy anything, even with her discount. What would that be like to have that kind of money? Bria thanked her before leaving.

She couldn’t wait to put everything in her closet! While the boys shopped, she offered to buy whatever they wanted. They all declined because they didn’t want to use her. Yes, they were sure. Okay. They negotiated by letting her pay for dinner. She could do that. Outside, they talked about where they wanted to go.

The Penthouse at Maestro’s was only a three-minute drive away. They decided to go there. She had gone there before and had a great experience. They were seated right away at a round table. She sat in between Jason and Dave. Was she them for some reason? Not intentionally, though Dave looked suspicious. They laughed. Everything was relatively inexpensive, except for the steak. That cost hundreds of dollars.

She let them pick whatever they wanted. What was she getting? She was getting the petite steak fillet. Joe asked what Rob called her because he couldn’t remember. A vegan traitor. Jason laughed. Why did he get a cat? He did that because he got along really well with Micha. Her parents recently adopted a kitten named, Princess.

She was the same breed as Micha. He was hanging out and getting spoilt by them for the weekend. They learnt that her father was retiring for his mental health. He was diagnosed with late-onset bipolar disorder. That made it difficult for him at work and he had a disciplinary meeting. Why? What happened? Patients were noticing he was having trouble concentrating and remaining professional. They gave him a warning.

It wasn’t anything illegal, just not how he usually acted. He was usually calm and level-headed. Her mother recalled him having a harder time with stress before being diagnosed. He was on medication and was receiving treatment. What was he going to do instead? Topher “hired” him to help with the project they were working on. He was also going to look into support groups for people with bipolar disorder. His biggest concern about retirement was having nothing to do. He was so used to being active since he worked eight to twelve hours a day. It just depended on whether he was on call or not.

“What is on call”, Dave asked.

“It’s where he has to go in during a specific shift just in case they need him. So, he might work nine to five on Monday. Then, he will work five-to-one on call with various meal breaks in between. He can also sleep at the hospital when he’s not needed.”

“If I had that schedule, I would want to retire too. Holy shit!”

Yeah. It required patience, a great attitude, lots of caffeine and the love of helping people. Being in the medical field was not always an easy job. She had a lot of respect for her parents and what they did every day. After they finished eating, she rested her head on Jason’s shoulder. Was she tired? She was in a steak coma. They laughed.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

[cherry1232]

Am mostly the type to like shy x confident dynamic couples, so how about going with that? All of them.

Also is there any rules we must follow? Because it's not pinned

Alright, here we go again!! No rules though except absolutely NO NSFW, because they're minors!!

RISE! Donnie x Reader (Confident x Shy trope)

Donnie definitely was confident to the point of bragging about his smarts, but that's beside the point. Although his brothers would get annoyed when he would info dump about his smarts and shows, his s/o certainly didn't.

His s/o loved hearing him rant about new inventions to make, and often helped him, when his s/o lost her cat, Penelope, he created a device that helped find her.

She also knew when he didn't like to be touched, especially with shells, because they made boundaries when first starting out the relationship but would often help out when he was overstimulated.

However, whenever he flirted with her, the way she got flustered, automatically made him flirt with her even more, honestly it was shocking, but also hilarious to his brothers on his skill level with his s/o. It was even more shocking when they got together, they did keep it under wraps for like a year until they revealed they were dating.

RISE! Michelangelo x Reader (Confident x Shy Trope)

Michelangelo, unlike Donatello, was confident when it came to art and cooking, and his s/o was often his guinea pig with his cooking, because she was a major foodie. He quickly learned that the day they met.

However, she was not confident in the kitchen, and just like Leo, was God awful at cooking, he learned that through her burning soup on one of his pots, though she was crafty when it came to arts and crafts and often gave him new ideas for murals.

She was so shy though, to the point that she didn't talk to him for weeks on end after they met, not because she was scared, but because she was absolutely smitten for him, she was like a cat that only warmed up to one person. And that was Michelangelo.

But when her chaotic side came out... let's just say both she and Mikey were unhinged. Especially with "Dr. Delicate Touch"

RISE! Raph x Reader (Confident x Shy Trope)

Raph honestly is a big teddy bear, I mean his size is so big, he stands at a whopping six feet tall, and that was just so intimidating to his s/o. However, she's his number one supporter, especially with the band, they had that one time!

Raph, even though he's a big teddy bear, was so oblivious to the fact that his s/o was smitten towards him, he was like a magnet, though when he did find out, they honestly fit together like glue. He was more outgoing than she was though, so honestly it was beneficial for the both of them when it came to meeting the family.

Raph did bring out her more courageous side, especially when it came to standing up for what's right and to people who treated her like a doormat. And surprisingly enough, her cat loves him! And he was used to cats trying to scratch his face off.

He's so helpful towards her, and plans the most perfect dates, that sometimes included his cat, that's also a date where it's not one she would hate, like walking on the docs, he learned that through her poor body coordination, but that's a different story.

[tboyvampire]

Could you save my soul tonight?

A 2004-era Frerard fanfic

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“I’ve fucking had it with this shit.”

The tensions had been rising on the bus for weeks now. As the band snaked its way across the states, scraping by as they stopped in the smallest towns any of them had ever seen, the energy on the bus grew corrosive. At first it was the sleep and the food, both of which were scarce to come by most days. The boys each hit their own respective tipping points and had to cope in the ways they could manage - Ray dove head first into jamming with other bands, Mikey would disappear for days on end with whatever new boy picked him up that week, and who knows what the fuck Bob was up to most days. Gerard slipped, tripped, fell down his own dark path, sliding closer to oblivion. Frank grew more resentful of the chaos that was threatening to destroy them all.

The wear of the road marked itself differently on each boy. For the Way brothers, it had two distinct manifestations - those dark circles that grew with each passing day (Mikey disguised them with his frames and those long bangs, while Gerard passed them off as a sartorial choice by emphasizing them with makeup), but anyone who was on that bus would tell you it was really all about their smell. It hung like a thick musk in the air on the bus, only emphasized when you drew closer to either of their bunks. It was so pervasive that it almost became imperceptible after a while, but as soon as your nose caught a whiff of fresh air again, the smell would just deepen by comparison. Frank likened it to toxoplasmosis, the cat shit parasite that zombifies a cat owner and calls them to do the cat’s bidding. As weird as it sounds, the smell had a grip on him, and he couldn’t shake it. It stirred up all kinds of feelings within him, not all of which he had words for. Disgust and anger, sure, but also comfort, familiarity, and a deeper feeling somewhere below his stomach. He couldn’t help but notice he missed it when it was gone.

It was impossible for Frank not to notice Gerard’s self destructive spiral. It was cute at first, sure, seeing your friend discover himself. Something blossomed in the kid - he gained a sense of real identity and confidence, and the magnetism was palpable. He knew he had hit something special in his music, his lyrics, and he started to get cocky. The rockstar trope exists for a reason - that kind of street-heretic manic frenzy is a hotbed for creative expression, when it can be channeled properly. But Gee, poor fuck, was slowly spinning out. Bert wasn’t helping.

Something volatile was happening between Gerard and Bert, who had become sort of funhouse-mirror versions of one another, reflecting back the pain and genius in each other in blown-out proportions. Gerard clearly loved Bert’s confidence, his puckish charm, the chaos vortex he created around himself. Bert saw Gerard’s genius clear as day, and from the first moment he met him, he knew that genius would yank him far away from the maze of shitty tour vans and hot asphalt they lost themselves in most nights. But for now, this was their home, their domain. Frank could hear the two of them some nights, when they were too drunk to remember to keep it down. They always denied it in the morning.

The tour had been dragging on for weeks by the time the tension reached a boiling point. There was something in the air that day - Gee had given a fucking abysmal performance and Frank’s stage presence wasn’t enough to overshadow it this time. It was mortifying, really. Gerard could barely sing, he was sweating booze through his skin in the beating sun; his fucking pants fell down. The boys had gotten off that stage and all gone their separate ways, unsure of how to face up to the embarrassment of that experience.

Frank floated through the rest of his day, furious. He knew something had to shift, something major. Gerard had to finally fucking understand he couldn’t keep going on like this. A traditional intervention was completely out of the question. How could he hit Gee where it hurt, while simultaneously showing him how much he cared? Thoughts swarmed his head as he killed time, waiting for it to get dark.

Frank couldn’t say exactly what pushed him over the edge- true death by a thousand cuts. He sat pensive in the bus as the night grew darker, waiting for Gee to show himself. Time ticked by and the pain in Frank’s chest only grew. Then, he heard Gee talking to himself like a goddamn madman outside the tour bus, slamming into the bus as he walked by, gently shaking it. That finally sent Frank over the edge.

“Nah, fuck this, I’m done.” Frank’s vision went red with anger. He was tired of being second best, tired of this man acting like he’s hot shit when he was quickly destroying all they had worked so hard to get.

Something absolutely snapped within Frank, and his impulse to destroy kicks in. His head filled with a stingy hot anger, effervescent at his temples, radiating out down his neck and through his arms. This ends tonight. He grabbed the duct tape that they keep around to repair the tour van, and headed outside into the hot August night.

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Frank comes around the tour bus to find Gerard, swaying and smoking a cigarette, holding what must be his sixth beer of the evening. “Bitch, you have gotten on my last nerve,” he growls under his breath. Gee looks up, caught off guard by Frank’s sudden appearance. Frank locks his eyes on Gerard, smirks, and steps towards him.

“You have no idea how fucking exhausting you can be sometimes, do you?”

Gerard looks at Frank first with amusement, and then a jolt of fear rushes through his body. Fuck, Frank is MAD. What the fuck did I do?

Frank steps toe-to-toe with Gerard and inhales deeply in a vain attempt to collect himself. Even in the open air, Gerard’s thick smell fills Frank’s nose, lungs, and permeates him deeply. With a quick shove, Frank slams Gerard up against the side of the bus, his head knocking against the metal. Frank reaches his hand for Gee’s thigh, tracing his way up his jeans, over the belt, gently catching on the bottom of his t-shirt and tracing on his stomach before moving up, across his chest, up his neck, and finally, along his jawline. Frank firmly grasps Gerard’s face in his hand, and with that, steps forward and moves their bodies even closer together. The anger and tension mix together in the hot summer air and give Frank a clear message - I’m going to make this fucker listen.. I’m going to make him pay. The power and focus move through Frank’s body, down his chest, filling him with an intoxicating clarity of purpose. Suddenly he begins to feel his cock growing hard, almost filling itself with his rage, and everything seems to click into place. Ah shit, this is what this is about, isn’t it?

Gerard keeps his eyes pinned on Frank’s.. not that he has much of a choice, as their faces are mere inches away from one another’s, and Frank has his head held firmly in place. Gerard suddenly feels a cool rush flow through his body, from his chest down into the deepest reaches of his soul. He’s trembling. It’s an abysmal loss of power, instantly. His eyes widen and devolve into a pathetic pout, begging Frank..what for, he has no idea. Then, Frank pulls his face forward, moving Gee’s ear to touch Frank’s lips.

“Those pretty little puppy dog eyes aren’t gonna get you far tonight. You are a problem I am going to finally take care of. I can’t believe it took me this long to figure it out.. to understand the fucking mind games you have been playing with me. Act innocent all you want, but I am fucking done. This ends now. Do you understand?”

Gerard has no words, only panicked blinking, his eyelashes batting against his cheeks in a flurry. He doesn’t understand, at all. How could he possibly understand?

Right hand still gripped on Gee’s jaw, Frank pushes Gerard back into the warm metal of the tour bus again, harder this time. With his left hand, Frank grabs Gerard between the legs and squeezes, clamping down on his swollen balls and half-hard cock. “Does that make this any clearer?”

“Yes, Frankie,” Gerard musters through his gripped-shut jaw as a surge of pain moves through his body. As the words escape his mouth, he begins to sink even further.

“You see, Gerard.. you and your behavior lately have been absolutely disgusting, but I don’t think you have actually felt any of it. You’ve deflected it towards us without feeling any of it for yourself. That changes now. I am going to make you feel your full dose of shame so we can move on from this once and for all.” Frank lets go of Gerard’s face, digs his knee between Gerard’s legs, and brandishes the duct tape that has been held around Frank’s left wrist. Frank finds the edge of the tape, picks up the corner and loudly rips off a strip of duct tape. “Put your hands above your head, faggot,” spitting his anger out as that last word escaped his lips. Gerard does as he is told, and is suddenly rock hard under his jeans.

Frank slaps a piece of the silver duct tape to Gerard’s wrists and wraps it around once, twice, three times. He seals the wrist tape off, and holds Gerard’s immobilized wrists to the side of the tour bus. Gee’s breath is quick and shallow, staring at Frank’s face as he focuses intently on restraining him.

“Dude, what the fuck,” Gerard whimpers. He is so shocked that he can barely process the information in front of him and react. “What the hell is this about, man?” He feels like he could cry, if the shock wasn’t paralyzing him.

“Seriously Gee, you have no idea what this could be about? You are a fucking train wreck. You’re wasted all of the time. Dude, your fucking pants fell down on stage the today. You forgot the words to Vampires for fuck’s sake. VAMPIRES!! And worst of all, you fucking reek.”

Gerard averts his eyes, mind racing. He had always been self conscious of his smell, and when he had given up on keeping his life together on tour, his rigorous personal hygiene routine was the first to go. Screaming on a stage for an hour, not sleeping, getting up and doing it again day after day did not leave much room for showers. But even before then, Gerard had a particular acrid bite to his presence. The few girls he had been with had said they liked it in a weird way, but he never quite believed it. It drove Bert wild though, and so Gee didn’t have much motivation for keeping it under control, even though he knew it meant subjecting everyone on the bus to his filth.

“Frankie, dude, I’m okay. I promise. And you know how bad camp showers freak me out. I can’t take my shirt off in front of these guys.”

“And why would that be?”

Gerard falls deep into thought again. He couldn’t find the words to express the fact that taking his shirt off meant reckoning with his physical form and exposing himself to the prying eyes of others. Sure, he sang in front of a crowd every night, but that was a performance. This was different.. this was something intimately him, that he couldn’t bear to show others. Not now.

“Uh, I… don’t want to be seen?” Gerard was searching for the right phrase to get Frank to chill the fuck out and untie him, let him hide in his own private death spiral once again.

“Bullshit, motherfucker. If you didn’t want to be seen, you wouldn’t have holes in your fucking shirt.” Frank grabbed Gerard’s chest, dug a thumb into a small hole in the center of the Motörhead shirt he had been wearing every day for years, and pulled. A loud rip signaled that the shirt had been shredded in half, hanging on by the collar at the top.

“Dude, c’mon, you know I only have like, three shirts.” Gee’s eyes welled up with tears, deeply unsettled and honestly scared. Something was off with Frank tonight, and this was escalating, quickly.

Frank laughs, staring at Gee’s terrified expression. “You’re finally realizing what kind of trouble you’re in, aren’t you?” Frank’s fingerless-glove clad hands reach up to pinch Gerard’s puffy exposed nipples, hard. Gee lets out a sharp yelp, immediately quieting himself down once he catches himself, and quickly moving his duct-taped arms down to cover his chest in a vain attempt to fend off Frank. He looks down to see his body, laid bare through the ripped shirt, his arms stuck to one another with no further range of motion. Frank grips Gerard’s wrists and pins them above his head again.

“You’re not gonna get very far fending me off like that, bitch. I know you want this, I can feel how hard your fucking cock is for me right now. Turned on being exposed like this, feeling my hands on you, squeezing these perky little tits.” Frank’s hand comes down swiftly on Gerard’s chest, smacking his nipple with a sharp clap. “You like being treated like the filthy little faggot you are, don’t you?”

Gee was fucking done for. With those words, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his mouth involuntarily opening and tongue slightly sticking out past his teeth. Hearing Frank call him a faggot unlocked something that had been living deep within him, begging to get out. Gerard had always fantasized about letting go of control…that was really what the whole death obsession was about, wasn’t it? Surrendering to the unknown, free-falling towards whatever laid in wait, all that shit. In this moment, he realized it wasn’t about wanting to die, but wanting to submit, be controlled, by something so much more powerful than him. And here he was, getting pinned against the tour bus by his sweet Frankie, the boy he had picked out of the scene to come create a new life with him. Gerard had always known Frank was hot, with his brand of fiery volatility that enraptured everyone who came in contact with him, but had always pushed those feelings down to be able to behave like a normal dude, to be able to create the kind of art he wanted to create with him. The desire was likely there all along, the magnetism… to Frank’s energy, the brightness in those big eyes, the way his hands moved so skillfully across the neck of his guitar. Come to think of it, he had had some dreams…

Frank licked Gerard’s ear, sending shock waves through his system. Letting go of his grip on Gerard’s wrists, he grabbed his waist and began pawing at him hungrily. Frank’s mouth kissed his way down Gee’s neck, his clavicle, and then off to the right to Gee’s armpit. Frank breathed deeply, filling his body and mind with this pungent presence. It tugged at something deep within him, made him feel like he was bonded to this person for life, that he would do anything to serve this man that he had tied up to the outside of the bus. Really, this was a service, to try to save Gerard by any means necessary. Why shouldn’t he have a bit of fun with it while he was at it?

Frank opened his mouth and traced a soft tongue from the bottom of Gerard’s pit, around the edges, soaking up the sweet sweat that had been building for the better part of the week. He then stuck out his tongue and licked bottom-to-top once, twice, three times, feeling his soft hairs and sticky sweet skin. He wanted to drink this man up, every last drop there was. He was going to make Gerard his tonight… mark him in some indelible way that will fuel each of them for the rest of their days.

Gerard squirmed, bucked his hips under Frank as he continued to kiss his armpit. He felt so extremely exposed, but also so seen, so held by the way Frank was approaching his flesh. Gerard knew that he was about to give himself over to this man, in ways he could not yet imagine. Gerard’s cock ached under his pants, harder than it had ever been before.

Frank slowly stopped and moved his face to meet Gerard’s again, their noses touching. He ran one hand through Gee’s hair, and the other one reached down to begin unbuckling his belt, getting ready for what was yet to come. Making fierce eye contact and brandishing a condescending smirk, Frank grew ready to really lay into him. “Bitch, you smell awful.” Gerard was confronted with his smell head-on, face to face. It was so pungent on Frank’s nose and mouth that Gerard almost passed out, first from the smell, then from the shame that washed over him like a wave, emptying him of any meaning or feeling that came before.

“Open your mouth, slut.” Gerard obliged immediately, sticking his tongue out eagerly. Frank spat in Gerard’s mouth and Gerard’s eyes rolled back, his hips swirling again. “Mmm, fuck yeah. It’s time for you to show me what else that mouth can do, bitch. Get on your knees.”

Gerard dropped instantly, his knees knocking on the asphalt, his head rested against the bus. Frank’s cock was right in front of his face, bulging out of his pants. Frank quickly unbuckled his belt, flipping open the button and slowly undoing the fly of his tight black jeans. To Gerard’s surprise, Frank was not wearing any underwear, his cock begging to be released as the fly was lowered. His cock sprung out, erect and already dripping pre-cum. Gerard was hungry and immediately launched himself onto Frank’s cock, first licking up the drop on the head of his cock, and then quickly lowering himself down, sucking his way back up and plunging his way down again. Bert had been teaching him a thing or two, and he was excited to get to show Frankie what he had learned.

Frank let out an audible moan as Gerard latched himself onto his cock. Honestly, Frank was caught off guard; he thought he was going to have to force his way into that talented little throat. After realizing his good fortune, he began to gently rock himself back and forth, thrusting himself down deeper each time Gerard came back down. His movements began to quicken as he became aware of the situation around them; holy shit, they were outside at Warped Tour... Gerard was tied up and sucking his cock… anyone could walk over at any point. Fuck, that turned him on. What if another person wanted to join in? What if Bert went looking for his little plaything? Maybe a sneaky fan would come up and take a photo, immortalizing this fucked up moment forever? The possibility sent shivers down his spine.

Gerard was lost in a hazy bliss as he continued to take Frank deeper and deeper in his throat. His mind went fuzzy, drifting into a trance-like state as he centered on his singular purpose- Frank’s rock hard cock in his mouth. The rhythmic pulse was steady and strong, punctuated by some divine moments when Frank would pause his thrusting and sink himself even deeper down Gerard’s throat. Gerard gazed up, his focus blurry, as everything around him slowly drifted away. He had never seen anything as beautiful as Frank’s face, twisted in a mix of pleasure and deep, deep anger. Now, Gerard’s only purpose in this life was to keep this man satisfied. His duct-taped arms hung down by his chest, frustratingly too high to rub against his cock, but that didn’t stop him from futilely rocking his hips in a desperate attempt to give himself some release.

Frank was in a state of frantic ecstasy, gripping fistfuls of Gerard’s long dark hair from the nape of his neck as he used his throat to its full capacity. He closed his eyes tight out of habit, and as soon as he looked down and caught Gerard’s desperate gaze, a wave of relief overtook him. The absolute devotion that shone back up at him was more than he could have ever asked for. He knew instinctively that Gee understood, that he was going to do anything he could to make Frank proud from that point forward. The relief washed over him, and the sensation deep within his cock crested. He bit his lip, gaze still fixed on Gerard’s beautiful eyes, let out a muffled moan, and released his cum into Gerard’s mouth.

The sensation seemed to collapse time; both boys spun slowly in the balance of everything that had come before, and everything that was going to follow. The importance of this moment, this connection, came crashing down on both of them, transcending the barriers of their skin, their physical connection. Their souls were wedded. They each knew instinctively that this intensity was only going to deepen from here.

Gerard knelt before Frank with a mouth full of cum, savoring the taste, the warm stickiness, the volume. Frank didn’t waste a moment before yanking Gerard up by his jaw, and then swiftly smacking him clear across the face. Gerard gagged and spat the mouthful of cum out, letting it slowly drip down his face, desperately turned on and still rendered absolutely helpless. Frank let out a sharp laugh, wiped the cum off Gerard’s face, and then fed it back to him by shoving his fingers deep down his throat. Gerard felt like he was about to cum himself, completely entranced by the power that Frank wielded over him.

Frank took a moment to catch his breath before launching into the next act; harnessing the sexual power he wielded over Gerard in this moment to cement his point deep within him. Frank brandished a smirk and began laughing to himself, silently, as Gerard struggled to compose himself. “You look so pathetic, covered in my cum, shirt ripped in half, arms taped together, hair a goddamn mess. You can’t even pretend to keep your composure. You can’t even hold my eye contact for fuck’s sake. But oh, Gee, you did such a great job. I feel like you’re finally starting to understand what I need from you. I need your devotion, your servitude, from this point forward. Do you understand me?”

Gerard was squirming, eyes rolling back and then trying to focus again on the man in front of him, cock so tense it was about to implode. He nodded his head enthusiastically and attempted to muster a yes, but he couldn’t make his mouth cooperate. He just drooled on himself again, releasing a mix of spit and cum down his face.

Frank laughed, audibly this time. “Fuck, we need to take care of you, don’t we, baby?” Gerard didn’t even attempt a response this time; he was completely gone. Frank reached down to feel Gerard’s cock through his pants and was shocked at how violently he quivered under his touch. Frank could not wait to get his hand around his cock and make him beg for his release, to fully surrender into his desire. Frank unbuckled Gerard’s belt, undid the zipper and pulled down his pants, exposing his aching cock.

Frank took Gerard’s cock in his hand and smacked his balls with his other, reveling as Gerard convulsed in pain and pleasure. He rubbed the palm of his hand on the tip, covering it in pre-cum, and used that to stroke him firmly up and down. Gerard’s knees began shaking; he nearly collapsed from sheer overwhelm. Frank wanted to hold his pathetic little slut in this state for as long as humanly possible, but knew deep down that Gerard might literally pass out if he kept this up much longer.

Frank pressed his body against Gerard’s and kept a steady rhythm with one hand as he continued to hold Gerard’s taped arms firmly above his head. He was ready to give Gerard what he needed. “Okay, listen up…I’ll only let you cum if you promise to behave, to leave all that bullshit behind. You’re gonna make me proud, aren’t you, Gee? You promise to be a good little slut for me?” Gerard began nodding furiously, attempting to squeak out a yes but only mustering a series of moans that grew louder and louder. He fell into absolute abandon; it didn’t matter who heard; it didn’t matter what happened from this point forward… Everything was exactly as it needed to be, right now.

“Then cum for me, faggot.” Gerard let out a high-pitched moan and released immediately as the words escaped Frank’s mouth. The cum shot straight up in short and intense bursts, landing across his exposed chest and ripped Motörhead shirt. He bucked wildly, thrusting himself into Frank’s tight grip again and again as every ounce of sexual power drained itself from his body. Gerard’s sexual release lent itself to an emotional release, too. The boy started crying; softly at first, and then sobbing deeply to the rhythm of his already convulsing body.

Frank couldn’t believe what he was seeing; something deep cracked within Gerard. He held him in close, and let out a single tear. “Oh Gee, baby… you did a great job. Come on, let’s get you fixed up.” Frank knelt down, bit the duct tape, and ripped it off swiftly. He embraced Gerard as he stood there, bawling his eyes out, covered in both of their cum. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You know I love you, right?”

Gerard looked up at Frank, calmed his heaving body with a few deep breaths, and softly pronounced, “I love you too, Frankie.”

—

On stage the next day, the energy felt different. Not only was Gerard sober, but there was a newfound electricity in their performance that was palpable for the band and crowd alike. Halfway through the set, something overtook Gerard. In between verses, he moved close to Frank, grabbed his face, his hair, and kissed him for everyone to see. Frank looked at him, shocked, but also so deeply moved by this public display of affection. There was no room for shame anymore.

[mishacakes]

hi!! i just discovered tomiko and i love him!! he’s super fun and developed in a way i could totally see from a character in the show! if you don’t mind me asking, how does he get along with other characters? like the other turtles, april, splinter, etc. thanks in advance for answering and even if you don’t, have an awesome day/night! <33

THANK YOUU!! i appreciate it so much ;u;~

mikey - fun besties! mostly hangs out in small cat form and these two are shenanigan magnets donnie - yknow that meme of the dog going "and who's that other dog in the mirror? who is he?" that's tomi and donnie recognizing the self (self worth and parental issues) in the other and HATING IT. they'll be chill in the future but as teens they find each other insufferable raph - he was suspicious of her at first, but if mikey and leo like her (especially leo) there's nothing to worry about april - chill buds, and when tomiko moves up topside permanently she gets brought into girls night splints - OH SHIT A CAT--oh wait this is an emotionally abused teen. purple where are the adoption papers

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Masterlist part 1

Tmnt

Together:

Summary:Usagi and the turtles swap universes

Summary:Leonardo and Usagi switch minds

Summary:Master splinter ages down to a baby how the turtles react

Summary:Leonardo and Usagi swap bodys

Summary:The turtle boys reacting to their boyfriends body hair

Summary:The turtles boyfriend mutanted into something weird

Summary:How they feel about your hip dips

Summary: the turtle boys with an male s/o that just needs comfort, what's a good way to do this? Cuddling

Summary: the turtle Brothers have a male s/o who has a spoiled brother that clearly annoys him

Summary:the turtle Brothers with a boyfriend who's great at board games

Summary: Mikey had a friend that April knew so did Casey and Verna actually even splinter knew but mikeys brothers did not

Summary:the Brothers that knew a Kitsune.

Summary: The turtles accidentally drank a love potion

Summary: the turtle Brothers with a boyfriend that isn't human

Summary: the turtles crush isn't very talkative unless it's a curtain topic

What a neonplrton Is

Summary: someone mutated a bunch of sea turtles and the turtle Brothers get to met more mutant turtles and befriend some

Summary: the turtle boys have a bit of a compilation

Summary:the turtle Brothers have a tall boyfriend who picked them up to hug them but he has quite the chest

Summary: raph has a trans boyfriend that's punk

Summary: raph with a trans boyfriend who's into folk punk

Summary: what it's to date the turtle brothers

Summary: the turtles sweet and small s/o had mutanted into a big lizard and had a accident at work

Summary:how Donnie and mikey are as simps

Summary: the turtle Brothers react to your boyfriends Black cyclops cat

What I think the relationship between the 2012 and rise turtles

Summary: the turtle boys with a vampire boyfriend who's tall and romantic

Summary:you and raph like each other but you two don't know so raph decided to try and get rid of the crush in a not so good way

Summary: the turtles with a very open boyfriend.

Summary: five nights at freddys but instead with turtles

Summary: The turtle boys with a s/o whos a trouble magnet

Summary:the turtles and their boyfriend were talking at his apartment when their boyfriends freind came over and thought the turtles was his neighbor

Summary:the turtles react to you coming out

Summary:the turtle boys need back up and their brother is their back up but he's a bit different

Summary:the turtle boys with a croc mutant boyfriend who has a little something in his mouth

Summary: the Donnies with a perfect boyfriend.

Summary:enemies to lovers with the turtle

Summary:the turtle boys are stuck in bed because of their mutant crocodile boyfriend

Summary: after a rough day leo cuddles his yokai boyfriend

Summary: you do alot of things for the turtles to show you love them but they think your just being nice

Summary:based off the 2012 episode were they seen their fears, you see yours but it makes you angry and you attack Donnie

Summary:you and leo have a sleepover which ends up having a few confessions

Summary:Donnies Inhuman friend tells him how to get his crush but it's not april

Summary: April and donnie fight for your love

Summary: the turtles help you into the library after closing but a little something happens

Summary: the turtle Brothers with a really tall and smart boyfriend

Summary: the boys fell off a roof and Crack their shell so splinter bans them from fighting until it's healed

Summary: what it's like with a croc brother

Summary: you were the boys gay awaking

Summary: how the brothers react if one fell off a roof and cracker his shell

Summary: Donnie is takes his own mutant s/o around New york

Summary: the turtles having a crocodile brothers that April didn't really know about comes in handy especially when it comes to big mama

Summary: you were making out with your turtle when april/splinter walk in

Summary: the turtle Brothers with a jester/clown s/o

Summary: the turtle Brothers is your fiance cadaver

Summary: I instead of leo going in the prison dimension it was you

Summary: My ocs Jaz and Tanaka meet the turtles

Summary: theirs a new mutant on the lose but their a Rabbit and confused. You are another turtle of the family

Summary: your a dinosaur yokai bonding with the turtles

Summary: you a good friend of the turtles got into a bad accident and the turtles have to decide whether or not to pull plug or keep you in a coma.

Summary: the boys find out they love you

Summary: how the bots react when you get hic ups because you laughed to Hard/ate to fast

Summary:the turtles are your cadaver groom

Summary: the turtles have a secret admirer

Summary: the turtles are dating a member of the Adam's family

Summary: part 2 of secret admirer

Summary: your the male version of Bayonetta

Summary: when the turtles break into the police station, you also come with Donatello and Leonardo but you were a little late since you were still at home but the police aren't ready for you to pop up

Summary: April had been trying to break Donnie and his boyfriend up but that didn't work

Summary: mikey Mets his online friend that's excited to met him and his family

Summary:your the male version of Bayonetta(same as the other on just a different version)

Summary: part three of the secret admirer

Summary:you fell in love with raph but didn't think he liked you because you too were opposites, then one day you two get in a fight. But then your day got worse because the foot clan tracked you and while the turtles are fighting them raph comes over and unties you. And you suddenly figure out he doesn't hate you. And you go by TJ

Summary: your transmasc and dating the turtle boys

Summary: the turtles and Casey try again to impress you by speaking Italian

Summary:the boys with a s/o that has shark teeth/a snake touge

Summary: the boys with a teen whos chaotic and half shark

Summary:your part of the Adam's family snd dating the turtle family

Summary: the boys with a male reader who has a dragon tattoo and looks 20

Summary: the boys with a boyfriend that's the male version of Jessica rabbit

Summary:you bake a cake with the brothers

Summary: your pick up the boys plus April with one arm and with ease

Summary: the boys see you without a shirt and noticed you've been working out

Summary: the brothers reacting to you saying they have a big chest

Summary:part two of the trouble magnet

Summary:what it's like to be best friends with the turtles

Summary:how April, splinter, and casey react to you dating the turtles while looking 20 but is 15

Summary:rise turtles and 2012 turtles meet but the 2012 boys and April love the rise Verison of you but your dating the rise Verison of them

Masterlist part 2

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when the party's over// calum hood oneshot

a/n: this came about from a lot of euphoria watching and listening to billie eilish nonstop. I loved writing this. (could be a two parter....)

word count: 4.8k

warnings: mentions of smut, drug use (smoking weed), drinking alcohol, partying, emotional angst and maybe a smidge of depression.

Masterlist

I also listened to these songs while writing so if you'd like to as well, it will make the story come more to life:

Edge of midnight (remix)--Miley Cyrus

When I R.I.P--Labrinth

Loved you a Little--The Maine, Taking Back Sunday and Charlotte Sands

When the Party's Over--Billie Eilish (you could listen to this throughout as it's the main essence)

I hope you enjoy! I'd love your feedback

***

It always starts with a quick glance.

As if their eyes have a magnetic pull forcing them to search and irrevocably find each other through the mass of the crowd. His dark meeting her light, or vice versa depending on the situation, usually his gaze holds a darker shadow.

She senses him before she even looks up and sometimes she tries to ignore it. Ignore that pull, ignore his hooded gaze and lust filled eyes that swallow her whole. As always, she’s not that strong and gives in.

When their eyes meet he holds her gaze without blinking, a staring contest of who will break first. Calum always breaks because his eyes will travel down her outfit then slowly blink his way back to her eyes. It always makes her smile and that’s why he always loses on purpose.

They’ve done this dance many times before, her role as mouse while he’s the cat watching her keep her wide berth from him. His eyes are calculated as she bounces from person to person, taking drink after drink and shot after shot. With each drink she shifts closer and closer to him which is his preference because he can keep a better eye on her. And an eye on those around her.

He’s on high alert if someone’s hands drift lower than necessary and he always makes sure she’s the one handling her cup. Their tight knit group of friends know about their dance that always leads behind a locked bedroom door.

She also knows how jealous he gets.

So when she looks his way and sees him chewing away at his bottom lip, the butterflies in her stomach twist their wings. Knowing what pushes his buttons, she draped herself over the person closest to her, her nose touching their cheek as she conversed with them over the bass of the music.

She makes sure to laugh extra loud so Calum will hear. One of her friends shakes her head, it’s working.

y/n continues on with her charade until her favorite song comes on–she absolutely has to dance to it whenever it plays. She leaves the person she was draped over moving to the area being used as the makeshift dance floor, plucking up another shot on her short journey.

She starts to move with the rocking guitar riff as Miley Cyrus’ Edge of Midnight fills the space. Her arms are above her head as she starts to let loose, allowing the music to move her body in a circle, her eyes closed as she sings along. Before it even gets to the chorus, a pair of warm, strong arms wrap around her with long fingers spreading on the midriff of her back.

“You’re pushing it,” Calum murmurs.

She smiles slowly, the movement of her dancing and the alcohol she’s consumed are taking effect. “I am?” she asks breathlessly, opening her eyes. His face is exactly where she thought it’d be, extremely close.

“You know you are,” he moves his body with hers tilting his head to the side.

Before he could kiss her, she pulls away from him and sings along with Miley, “I was born to run, I don’t belong to anyone, oh no, I don’t need to be loved by you.”

He grabs her again singing and dancing letting loose, her laugh and singing voice exuberant. She dances around him trailing her finger over the back of his shoulder, Calum rolls his head around watching her before she’s pressed to his body once more.

“See my lips on her mouth, everybody’s talking now, baby.”

Staring into each other’s eyes with a smirk on Calum’s face, it doesn’t take long until they’re kissing and time stops.

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#3

Birthday Blues // c.h oneshot

Haven't written a birthday piece in a while and this idea sprung up out of nowhere. Happy Birthday to our favorite bassist from 5sos💙

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: fluff, written in 'you' format but as female reader

Enjoy!

***

Calum isn’t very big on being the center of attention, which sounds backwards considering he’s on center stage for a living. At least he’s to the right, off-center, but still, he shares the stage with his best friends he’s proud to call brothers. So, he’s not the center of attention, except he is all the time, and he doesn’t know particularly why.

So, whenever his birthday rolls around–funny how it’s every year–he wants it to be low key. Always. A small get together at his house or a nice outing to a restaurant he enjoys going to. No theatrics, nothing crazy, no one jumping out of a cake (Ashton ignored that when he turned twenty-one), just a night spent with the people he loves.

The one time he did want to be the center of attention was when he met you and you would just not give him the time of day. It was at a house party for new clients of Crystal’s so they could all mingle and rub elbows with agents and other talent managers.

He’s heard and seen your name floating around his orbit for awhile; you were a part of breaking the stigma on one body type on runways and magazines. You posted body positivity and self-love on your Instagram/blog. Sometimes he’d see a tiktok of you on his for you page and it wasn’t until the fifth time he finally followed you and went down the endless tiktok abyss until 3 a.m.

Then he followed your Instagram and found your Twitter where you’d post your thoughts or song lyrics that were stuck in your head. Each tweet received a ton of activity and he shamelessly turned on your post notifications.

It’s like you were made for the spotlight and he was equally impressed and envious of how well you handled it all. He’s been in the industry for ten years and you’ve been in it for ten months and you’re way better at being the center of attention than he is.

When he’d heard you were attending the party he was excited to meet you and talk with you, maybe get some helpful tips on how to like being the center of attention. According to Crystal, a lot of reps wanted to represent you because you could be the next Big Thing.

Calum lingered through the party, always having a drink in hand as a comfort thing but also to give him liquid courage when he would finally be introduced to you. Throughout the party he heard your name but didn’t see you in sight until he was coming in from the garage to head into the bathroom.

Like a total cliche, he bumped into you but in the most awkward way possible. You were wearing a lace top and a small loop in your sleeve got caught on the button of his shirtsleeve that was rolled to his elbow.

“Oh my God I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed and tried to pull yourself free from his button. “Help!”

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” Calum smiled and tried to untangle you but your friend had nimble fingers and you were free. “You’re–”

“I’m so sorry!” you rushed out and exited into the garage just as more people flooded in.

Completely forgetting about the bathroom, Calum went back into the garage and tried to find you. He downed the rest of his drink and took two shots from a server walking by and searched for you. To his advantage, you were speaking with Ashton near the wet bar and Calum made a beeline for you.

“Cal! Have you met y/n yet?” Ashton announced, clapping Calum on the back.

“Sort of, we got snagged in the doorway,” Calum smiled at you and you blinked at him a few times as if trying to remember. How could you forget? It happened less than two minutes ago.

“Oh! Yeah, hi,” you smiled and Calum’s heart fluttered. “Sorry about that.”

“No worries. It’s really great to meet you.”

“You too, I’m a big fan of your music.”

“Really?” his heart fluttered even more. You knew who he was?

“Yeah, I really love–”

“y/n, Karina Tolousse is looking for you!” your friend said, appearing at your side.

“Oh, right. I’m sorry guys, I have to meet with her. It was so nice meeting you both,” you said earnestly and with one last apologetic frown, you were gone again.

This happened two more times you and Calum had an encounter with one another.

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#2

I’m a simple girl.

But I see an older handsome man and I go bananas

263 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

tour baby//poly!cashton oneshot

a/n: trying to get in the swing of writing threesomes, it’s a lot of work lol😅

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: angst, sexual content, female receiving oral, slight dominance (very slight), use of safe word, unprotected sex in an established relationship, brief choking (consensual), subspace.

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Feedback is always welcome and enjoy!

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She knew it was coming, there’s no stopping it but she didn’t think it would be hitting her this hard. The new tour seemed so far away when Ash and Cal started sharing the ideas with her after having to postpone it so many times. They wanted to make it their best tour ever, their most memorable. She’d sit and listen in admiration, loving how their faces lit up with each passing second.

They wouldn’t tell her too much though, because they wanted her to be surprised when she came to visit them and she was perfectly fine with that.

The talk of production started four months before it was supposed to start. She overheard a lot of meetings with Luke and Michael about changing the name. No Shame was supposed to be in 2020, but two years passed and they’ve all been shifting into a new era, a new sound, a different vibe.

Three months until it started was about setting up a timeline to release songs, set up interviews, do photoshoots for promo, film a music video. Run through the fifth album again.

Two months before they would be on the road again was full of rehearsals, more interviews, more run throughs.

One month before was for finalizing venues, hotel stays, flight plans, and the building excitement to be onstage again.

She loved every minute of it and she loved being a part of it. Ashton and Calum loved including her with their plans but amidst all the excitement a small part of her was starting to feel the sadness of being separated. She buried it down though because this is their whole life and she doesn’t want to derail it with her emotions.

Two weeks before Ashton and Calum were supposed to jet off to Dublin her emotions took a turn. It probably didn’t help that it was also her time of the month. She started to become distant and stayed in bed more.

“Are you sick?” Ashton asked when he entered their room after another day of rehearsal. The tv was on and she was burrowed into their blankets and pillows like a nest. He could just see her eyes above the duvet and the slight shake of her head to answer his question.

“She’s still in bed?” Calum asked, standing next to Ashton’s shoulder.

“Yeah.”

“What’s going on, baby?” Calum moves around Ashton to kneel on the floor so he can lean on the bed, his head near hers. He rubs the top of her head offering her forehead soft kisses.

“Nothing. I’m okay.”

Her voice is monotonous, eyes blank as she stares at the screen. Calum glanced back to Ashton whose lips were pursed as he observed her behavior. Then he pulled out his phone and opened an app.

“Oh…” Ashton sighs and slips onto the bed, his curly hair covering the tv screen so y/n is forced to look at him. “Do you need your heating pad and some chocolate?”

“That’s why you’re watching this movie…” Calum catches on.

She starts to cry, her eyes squeeze shut and she turns her face into the pillow. Ashton and Calum are quick to react by wrapping their arms around her. She can’t tell them she’s upset by them leaving her so soon now; now that they’re being so affectionate and attentive to her monthly dues.

“It’s okay baby, we’ll take care of you,” Calum murmurs in her ear, tickling her skin.

She lets them and she feels guilty about it but she needs to soak it up now. So she enjoys when they spend the next few days sleeping in, eating her comfort foods, watching her favorite movies and going for a walk for fresh air per Ashton’s request.

It’s a week before the first show and she’s still sullen. To avoid talking about it, she took a shower right as Ashton turned the kettle on for their nightly ritual of ‘tea time before bedtime.’ Calum sat at the kitchen counter scrolling through his phone. They’re conversing quietly when y/n enters the kitchen.

“Do you want your mint green tea or lavender tonight, angel?” Ashton asks her. He smiles at her apparel of choice, one of his holey t-shirts and a pair of Calum’s socks.

“Neither.”

“What? Why?”

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[autisticenbydonnie]

for the hyperfixation ask game: 📌, ✨, and 🏳️‍🌈?

📌 how did you find your hyperfixation?

I think I saw clips of the show on twitter and tiktok for years honestly. I def remember seeing people having a problem with April (for sadly obvious reasons :/) finally decided to watch the show after seeing people talk about the movie.

(More specifically, I saw skulltrot's video about Donnie's autism and some tiktoks and that did it for me (I think the one that made me say "fuck it I'm watching the show" is @friccafracc's 'holiday boys' one lol) )

✨ what draws you towards your hyperfixation? what is interesting about it?

Honestly, I'm a huge sucker for characters, if I care about your characters, I'm hooked. And I care so much for the turtles and others!

Also, the art style, I like the graphic and 'edgy' look to it. + Plus the character designs!! *Chef's kiss*

🏳‍🌈 do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you?

I'm of those people who likes having multiple different headcanons for the same characters. but ill post the one closest to my heart <3

Donnie

he's non-binary, full stop. no arguing. this is my hill. they/he and bi.

goth/alt/emo (no this isn't projection shoosh) and does their eyeliner as well as their eyebrows.

autistic (but that's canon). chronic pain/disability, mainly in his back and legs. chronic headaches.

stoner

Leo

I mainly headcanon Leo as transmasc gay, but I love transfem lesbian Leo with all my heart! (if I was to fully form this headcanon I'd change her name to Venus cuz I think that would be fun)

ADHD, insomnia

stoner

was the last one to like/trust draxum

Raph

*slams fists against table repeatedly* SHE/HE RAPH! honestly Raph using she/her at all is just <3333333333

also aroace :)

either blind in one eye or lost it after the kraang attack

autistic and dyslexic.

red is still her favourite colour but he also LOVES pink

Mikey

Pan, genderfluid or pangender, either way, she/he/they.

started growing hair at like 16-18 or something. he dyes it :)

ADHD (but I think that's canon too?), dyspraxia and muscle spasms.

after running out of space in the lair for graffiti, Donnie got her a drawing tablet. he draws with it a lot! (but also goes out and spray paints in new york too. sometimes he takes someone else with them, mostly he goes alone)

cat magnet, cats just love her!

(wish I could come up w/ ones from the other characters but these 4 are the ones I think about the most and are the most important to me)

Edit: I miss read the second question so i re-wrote it and moved the other answer.

[ask game]

[whatthefuckisasweep]

how about simmons for the character ask? or someone else from red team? or spencer porkensenson. or all of them if you want! :o)

For the character ask! I did Grif here! Please feel free anyone to ask more, I LOVE DOING THESE! Also thank you so much Mikey, this is a really thoughtful ask ;-;! I would do all, but that'd be WAY too long. So, Simmons!

Why I like them: Simmons is not only relatable as fuck with his social awkwardness and sass, but also in an odd way, comforting? Like he's nerdy and all that, but also chaotic and just. Emotionally fucking damaged all the time. yet he's more vocal with being nice and caring and showing his emotions. I just, I want to hug him? Like, he deserves so much, seeing that he always searches for affection and puts up with Grif's shit. I think what draws me to him most is just his growth through the series - from just nerd who'd sacrifice everything to get on top to... absolute fucking leader that does the right and logical thing most of the time and comes up with the BEST plans? DID YOU HEAR HIM TALK TO TEMPLE LIKE THAT? LIKE BRO, THIS BRAVE MOTHER- i mean, he's even gotten way better at talking about his insecurities, it warms my heart!

Why I don’t: LOL. hm. sometimes it just seems like he's filler? I wish he had more parts. Lol yes, my thing i don't like about him is that he isn't well used in the show SOMETIMES LOL

Favorite episode (scene if movie): Mm. I don't know. There's so many good simmons moments... I'd probably say that Room Zero is way up there, and Brick Gulch. Simmons plays big roles in those. Also the episodes where he goes Blue-- those are always SO fun. Hm. The one in the cave, the episodes with his recruits on Chorus, when he was gunning down all the Wyomings, the episode at Rat's Nest, the episode where him and grif meet. The one in S10 where he rides up next to Grif with the orchestral music. OH, where Sarge and Grif rescue him and Doc! And of course the end of s15--

Favorite season/movie: Probably s7-8 (just with him going 'OH FUCK WLECOMETOTHENEIGHBORHOOD" won me over, also he was a poor fucking meow those seasons), and s15 because there is so many Simmons moments. Although I will say BGC Simmons was... hrk. Fine. BGC Simmons. all of him. esp the scene where grif tricks him abt the tank, and when he gets called tomato can LOL

Favorite line: oh, fuck. god. i dont know!!!!!!!!!! "Greetings websurfers--" JKJK -- I literally can't think of any right now that are like, all time favorites. Once again, I do like "OHFUCK WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBOR HOOD"... there's also, uh "WAHT THE FUCK IS THIS PAST TENSE BULLSHIT?!" and "hah, take that! Suck it Blue- I mean Red! Suck it, Blue-uh, damn! Red! God, this is harder than I thought..." Bascically, anything where Simmons fucks up his words due to nerves or has a breakdown

OTP: answered in the Grif one, but Grimmons!

Brotp: Simmons and Caboose/Donut. CMON. He's got SUCH big brother energy? Like, PLEASE. Also I NEED MORE SIMMONS AND KAI INTERACTION!?!?!?!?

Head Canon: Simmons is an animal magnet. Cats LOVE him, dog LOVE him. He's particularly fond of hamsters and guinea pigs

Unpopular opinion: IDK... uh. i think most of my opinions are popular! simmons isn't REALLY a red head, he's got more of a browner auburn hair?

A wish: everyone wishes this but more knife simmons !!!!!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: it already happened it was the simmons labryinth

5 words to best describe them: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (cries) (sucks up) (feral)

My nickname for them: sim. rich. :3

[kazuwhora]

Hey, could I have a Tokyo Rev matchup? If that's alright ☺ I FORGOT TO ADD MY APPEARANCE ALSO I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH 😭😫🙏🏾

Ok so I'm a bisexual girl who uses any pronouns, mostly she/they. I am also around 5'5, I kinda wish I was taller so I could intimidate men with my height 😈 I am a Virgo, although I don't think I act like one. It's probably because I'm an Aries Rising and Pisces Moon. But n e wayz I am an ISFP 4w5 and tbh I kinda tone down my personality depending where I'm at💀 At school, people would describe me as kind, quiet, chill, smart, weird, innocent looking(that completely changes once I start talking because I say weird things. I once told my teacher about how some astronauts had herpes in Space 🏃🏾‍♀️). At home, my family(and friends) would describe as loud(Once I laughed so hard to the point where my mom could hear me outside), crazy, weird, chaotic, dumb(I say a lot of stupid things that make no sense 🤷🏾‍♀️), annoying, a troublemaker, competative, argumentative, mean, chill at times, really talkative although I have a stutter. I have noticed that in both areas, people have said that I'm a people magnet and a good person to be around 😁 When I'm alone I like to read fanfics 😏, listen to music, read my Warrior Cats books and when I'm with my sister or with Family, I love to dance, listen to music, watch anime, play sports, go for walks. I've been dancing ever since I was young, never went to lessons but still performed a lot for School. Most of the time, it's actually what people know me for. With my family, I was known as the Snake Girl for a few years because I really wanted one, I never got one but I do have 5 rats now 🐀 I've always loved animals, when I was younger I made a list of all the animals I wanted and there were like 20+ pets on there 😭 And because I love animals so much, I've decided I want to help them in the future but I also want to help people. I've been wondering what I should be in the future and it's changed multiple times(mostly because the hours were too long and I HATE 9-5 jobs) but helping animals and helping people is something I always want to do. So, I've decided that I'll do everything I want to do in the future and no one will stop me 😾 That's probably why I'm listed as the Troublemaker in the Family, I do what I want to do and say what I want to say without caring how other people feel because I'm my own person(Mostly, because I love having fun but also because they really need to hear it). My family doesn't like it tho 😕 whenever my sister does the same, she's always told that she's acting like me and that it's a bad thing but idc. When I'm of age, I'm gonna live my life the way I want 😌 I'm gonna get tattoos, get piercings, be a stripper while I get my desired degree in College/University. I'M GONNA DO IT ALL 💃🏾

I would also like to add that I smile and laugh a lot. I literally have smile lines from how hard I smile all the time. I could be experiencing any emotion like Anger, Happiness, Sadness, etc. and I'll still smile and laugh. I think it's the eye contact 😃

Appearance: I'm around the age of the Tokyo Rev characters, I'm 5'5, I'm not skinny or fat so I'm kinda in the middle, I have Auburn hair and eyebrows and have braided hair with beads in it 😩 I'm very hot, I also have glasses I wear occasionally although I really need them for my left eye 😫 I do think that the glasses make me look hotter tho so I wear em 👀

I hope that's a good representation of how I am and also thank you in advance <3

u are the definition of an aries rising LOL

IM MATCHING YOU UP WITH NAHOYA SO YOU CAN BE THE MOST CHAOTIC DUO TO EVER EXIST

im not even gonna lie to you here. y'all scare me. nahoya scares me, u kinda scare me (in a good way dw I literally dropped out of highschool nothing can truly scare me) but the way y'all absolutely hype each other up an energize yourselves off of each other is freaky and mildly concerning. its like, the two of you are somehow a match made in both heaven and hell because your brains are wired the exact same way but at the same time should we really be putting those two brains together????

all jokes aside though you really are mirrored versions of yourself and its fun as fuck for the both of you. nahoya, who lives for chaos and humour is delightfully enabled by your ability to take his jokes and follow along with his chaotic nature at the same speed without a skip in your step. you, are enabled by his ability to also match your speed and encourage you to do whatever the fuck you want because its your life and you should live it how you want.

when I decided on nahoya I didn't even think of the smiley thing but it just makes so much sense as I go back and reread your description?? like its meant to be ok

you two are THE trouble makers. ppl can't handle you and if you ever show up at any toman event mikey is immediately separating the two of you because even HE can't handle it. double trouble for sure.

nahoya says fuck a job. you can just hang out with him every day right?? no but for real, he 100% does not understand responsibilities and he doesn't get why you can't actually just hang out with him every day. he has so much fun with you and when you're gone he's like ?? tf do I do now?? disturb shit on my own?? damn. he does not like it one bit and will huff at you for having responsibilities. he swears he'll become rich so you don't have to do anything and he can just spoil you so you'll stay with him forever and cause ruckus together for the rest of your lives. this is his goal.

he's one of the top 3 worst boyfriends so im not even gonna lie that hes a shit boyfriend but I bet you wont care because the fun you have together and the freedom that your relationship holds is enough to make it all worth it.

psst.. he doesn't have to say I love you for you to know. it'll be clear in the way his eyes twinkle every time he sees you <3

[notanacousticsetcal]

girl crush (lrh) - chapter two

summary - luke is 19 and 5sos is at the top of their game. daisy harlow is a solo artist becoming more popular by the day. daisy and luke “date” for publicity but some real feelings start to spark during their forced time together. the only problem? luke has a girlfriend.  

warnings - none! (for this chapter)

word count - 1.1k

a/n - chapter two! hope you guys enjoy :)

LUKE'S POV

“Look at this photograph!” Michael screams, holding a sparkly blue hair brush as his microphone. 

“Michael, you sound like a dying cat,” Calum laughs, throwing a stiff decorative pillow and hitting Michael in the junk. Mikey doubles over in pain, cursing Calum’s first born child while we all crack up. 

The boys and I sit in the backroom, tuning our instruments and preparing to go on soon, chatting and dicking off as per usual. I glance over at the television mounted in the corner. A girl is singing. She looks familiar but I can’t place her. 

“Ash, pass the remote,” I say to Ashton distractedly. 

He tosses the remote in my direction and I catch it, clicking the unmute button. Her voice floods the room. It's mesmerizing. The boys immediately shut up about whatever they were talking about and turn to look at the TV, listening to the small brunette on the screen.

“My soul’s looking for a better way to deal with all the little changes that keep freaking me out. Wouldn’t hurt to figure--”

“Who’s that?” Calum asks.

“Shhhh!” I shoosh him angrily, turning up the volume. I hear a hurt, “sorry, jeez,” from the other side of the room.

“So I don’t let me down. Sitting in the middle of a city with a million strangers and it's getting too loud.” The girl continues to sing. The song is beautiful. She’s sitting criss-cross applesauce on the stool, her legs tucked into her comfortably. She seems just that -- comfortable. Like she was made to be sitting up on that stage. Her voice is filled with emotion, the kind of emotion that's raw and unfiltered. I find myself unable to peel my eyes away from her green ones. Who is this girl? And why do I want to know?

My phone buzzes in my jean pocket and I pull it out absentmindedly. Glancing down quickly, I almost ignore it before I see the name written across the screen: Bella. 

I know you aren’t supposed to roll your eyes when your girlfriend texts you, but I couldn’t help it. 

Bella: what are you doing rn?

I type back quickly, figuring I shouldn’t ignore her even if I’m pissed. 

Sent: about to perform.

I tuck my phone away. I’ll deal with her later. My eyes travel back up to the screen like some kind of magnetic pull. The brunette finishes the last line of the song and I find myself wishing she would keep going. 

The crowd applauds and she blushes holding her hands up to her cheeks in shock and appreciation. She blows kisses to the adoring crowd and hops down from her stool, shaking hands with the band and thanking them.

Who is she?

DAISY’S POV

I swipe my key and watch the little light turn green before turning the door handle, huffing as I push past my front door. I toss my keys on the counter and groan, running my hands through my hair. What have I gotten myself into?

I didn’t get the chance to meet Luke at the event before getting whisked away for an interview but the more I think about it, the more I regret ever agreeing to be apart of this stupid marketing ploy. Mariah is going to make me lose all my hair from pure stress.

“Missy, come here baby,” I call to my brown fluff ball of a cat. She trots around the corner and rubs up against my legs sweetly.

I lean down to scoop her up in my arms. “Mommy missed you, sweet pea.” Artemis meows in response. I take that as a ‘I missed you too mommy’ but it was probably more like ‘I need to throw up this hair ball and I’m gonna do it on your carpet. You might want to put me down.’ Missy jumps from my arms and I sit down on the couch, flipping on Netflix and searching for something mindless to watch. 

My phone buzzes softly beside me. I sigh in aggravation. Rest and relaxation is never easy. I pick it up aggressively and sigh deeper at the label on the message: Mariah <3. I already have a sneaking suspicion what this will be about. 

Mariah <3: hi babes. hope you made it home safe. operation aussie boy is a-go. the AMAs are next week and guess who pulled some strings so you’ll be sitting right next to the 5sos boys? no thank you required, I know I’m amazing. love you, sleep tight. 

I tugged at my hair, running my hands over my face. I’m gonna have to see him next week? At least it won’t be just us two. Less chance for awkward polite conversation. I hope his bandmates are nice. 

I pull up Virginia’s name in my phone and press ‘call.’ I need to vent and she’s virtually my only friend on the planet. But she just happens to be the best one ever so it's kind of alright.

“Hey Daisy cakes, what’s up?” She chirps. “How’d that performance go today?” 

“It went alright. I was really nervous but I didn’t fuck up so I guess it went the best it could’ve.” I pick at my cuticles and mindlessly watch the characters on screen bicker. 

“That’s awesome. I’m sure you were great, Daise.” She sounds like she’s digging into a bag of chips. 

“You have too much faith in me. Anyways, I called because Mariah wants me to fake date Luke Hemmings from 5 Seconds of Summer.” I murmur nonchalantly, getting aggravated again just at the thought. “I’m sitting right next to him at the VMAs next weekend.”

“Oh. My. God. This is fantastic. It's going to be a modern day love story. I can sense these things. He’s your soulmate,” she concludes excitedly, holding back squeals no doubt.

“My god Virginia, absolutely not. Stop watching so much Long Island Medium you can’t sense these things,” I groan. “You sound like fucking Haley Joel Osment. Do you see dead people too, Virginia?” 

“Ha-ha. I’m a top notch love doctor not fucking Lorraine Warren - may she rest in peace,” She counters.

“Top notch love doctor my juicy ass. Text me if you want to get lunch tomorrow, I have to feed Artemis before she eats me.” I tuck the phone between my shoulder and ear as I stand up, clearing dishes from this morning off the coffee table. 

“Alright, love you.”

“Love you, bye.” I hang up and pull out a can of Missy’s food.

No matter how many things I do to try and get my mind off of this set up, I keep traveling back to Luke. There’s something about him I can’t put my finger on. 

And dammit, I’m gonna figure it out. 

[sailorvinus]

😒

✨ @bulletballet. meme. still accepting! feat. @maximuses because of course mikey was gonna show up for this one.

❝Michael. Michael, Michael, Michael. Michael De Santa. I'm sure you've heard of him. He's kind of comin' up in Vinewood in film making. Man, oh god. Wow. Let me tell you something, I had never experienced such a torrential downpour of FEELINGS for someone in my entire life. Of course, due to some differences, it'd never be a thing. I was still so in love with him that it was starting to ruin my life. Listen. I'd be sitting there, eating a Greek salad, and all of a sudden I think of his stupid ass shorts and flipflops and how he’d laugh and I’d become overwhelmed with a sense of adoration.❞

You know what? Not his proudest moment. He’d be sure to binge drink himself to sleep while watching cat videos in order to cope with how ridiculousness of that era in his life. ❝Truth be told, I can't exactly tell you why I was drawn to him like a magnet. He needs about as much therapy as I do, his personal life is a mess, and there's just a bunch of other things that are like. Oh, that's insane. Like his relationship with his ex-wife, for instance. All I know is that his best friend now looks at me like I’m the best thing in the world and that’s the most beautiful thing, to me. I had to go through difficulties to find the one for me. In a way, I’m kind of glad for all the shit I went through. Anyway, Michael and I are still good friends. I’m glad he’s in my life. The biggest thing I regret is that I allowed myself to fall in love with a man that dresses the way he does. Beautiful man from the neck up. Everything else makes me want to pitch a fit.❞