#mickeyvillegas

[stellamcnroe]

📲 stella & mickey

stella: mickey !

stella: i need a teeny , tiny favor .

[bashlandrya]

text ⤷ bash's burner & mick

Bash: Hey it's been a while I just wanted to say sorry, that punch was over the line. Hope your face is still pretty dude

Bash: Also I got a discount for 4/20 but I likely won't be avaliable much on the 20th lol

[stellamcnroe]

📲 stella & mickey

stella: remember your student's dad who snitched?

stella: he asked me out on a date today

stella: told him to go fuck himself 😘

[laurence-mercer]

“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”

It’s an intrusive question but, worse, it hits somewhere in him he’d rather leave untouched. “That question has more meanings than I think you know, Mr. Villegas.” He is not really so young but, from what whispers Laurie hears of him bar side, love comes easy to Mickey. He doubts the man knows how bitter a love gone wrong tastes and Laurie shakes his head. “Yeah. Yeah I’ve had love turn sour.” 

[len-covello]

“ if you could be anything in world, what would it be ?

“A lighthouse.”  The answer almost surprises her, two vodka sodas in and a few shots on top of that, but it’s late in the night and she’s leaning against the passenger side window, her warm cheek pressed against the cold glass as Mickey takes the long way home from the bar— all dark country roads lined with ancient trees. Her mouth was a metal shop—she tasted iron and copper and everything metallic but she knows it’s understood when Mickey replies with silence. The lighthouse. She wanted to be that beacon, just once, to know what it was like to stand tall before a storm and not only weather it— but to cast light for all those around. A place of safety, something that called people home. The lighthouse for once, and not the rocks beneath it.

[oliver-jameson]

💍

💍  :    our  muses  are  mistaken  for  a  couple  by  someone  else .

The after practice dinners always hit the hardest, especially when Oliver had spent the beginning of the day at work. Exercise was a release for him, and knowingly so, he always felt like he had to in order to relieve any of the stress. It hadn’t occurred to him that it may seem a bit strange for the duo to continue to go out on their own after practices, but they were friends, maybe a bit more than that at some points, but it wasn’t weird. It didn’t feel like anything more than friends going out to eat. 

The rest of the team had gone their separate ways, but something about Mickey was inviting and interesting to Oliver. A lot of the mystery came from the unintentional-- or intentional, he wasn’t entirely sure-- flirting that exhibited from both of them. Even when they had fizzled out a bit here and there, both of them still managed to introduce certain elements of flirtation that would inhibit others to question it. They may have both been in different worlds, but the game was always fun to play. As the waitress brought the check to the table, after they had both almost finished their respective meals, it occurred to Oliver that they probably should have asked for separate checks. 

“Who should I give the check to?” The woman’s intention obviously good, but definitely one that would assume they were there together. Oliver looked up at the waitress as he set his napkin on the table, a small smirk appearing on his lips as she took it from her, watching her walk away as he turned back. “Looks like I’m paying for you now,” The hint of rasp in his voice directed him to clear his throat before his eyes searched back up at the man in front of him. 

“Don’t worry, babe, you can pay next time.” 

@mickeyvillegas

[bashlandrya]

👁️

👁️  :    your  muse  is  watching  mine  sleep ,   when  my  muse  suddenly  wakes  up   &   catches  them .

Crashing on the huge couch in the house at 616 Sunstone Drive wasn’t uncommon, however waking up and finding Mickey with his feet almost brushing against Bash’s... That was a little strange. Unable to fall back asleep Bash raided the kitchen and found some crackers but there was no Norah there tonight so he quickly got bored and moved back to the couch, sitting right by Mickey’s head and looking down at his curly head, sleeping soundly, as he munched on the snacks he’d found. Should he put on his shirt and go home? Probably. He was very close to doing so when Mick suddenly opened his eyes, maybe awakened by the noises Bash was making when eating. 

Leaning closer, the man smirked a little down at the host. ❛ Mornin’. ❜ The sun was barely out but Bash wasn’t... A sleeper, if you’d call it that. Mick didn’t seem too happy about being woken up though, except his eyes did wander over Bash’s naked torso for a moment. Perhaps the other male would just head over to his room but Bash wasn’t above annoying him a little first and asking for things like he didn’t already get paid for the drugs he dealt to the rich kids. ❛ I’m hungry, ❜ he announced, leaning back and throwing another cracker into his mouth. ❛ You done starin’ to show me where the good stuff is? ❜

[ozvicario]

🪑& 🍆

"Names Oz." He shook the other boys hand, eyeing the enviable curls and the melt in your mouth smile. He was tall, dark and handsome personalized for all of the houses needs. He followed him for the 'grand tour', eyes on the merchandize. What he'd give for a chance to see what was underneath.

The gears in his head clicked as he walked through the newly renovated halls. "How do you feel about an upgrade," he asked, his hands flickering on the single switch to the room that would be his. The carpet would go, but the single couch in the corner in the otherwise empty room was here to stay.

"Ah, yeah." Mickey began, eyeing the couch. "Meant to get rid of that." He sat himself down, his palm running across the arm of the old chair. "New ones downstairs. Just haven't gotten a chance to sell this one yet. We can move it to the basement."

Oz shook his head. "Meant the lights. Couch can stay. No rules against tinkering, is there?"

Mickey shook his head in response.

"What about sex?"

"Are you offering?"

A smile curled onto his lips. Oz shut the door with the heel of his foot and moved for towards the single seat in the otherwise empty room.