#m: montana david michaelson

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a closed starter for @atvrvxia​ based on this

     “he’s... scum of the fucking earth...” and that was something he truly felt in his bones. namely because she wasn’t the first person he’d had to comfort in the alley behind a venue when emery decided he’d had his fill of them. however she was the first person he’d actually liked. friend-wise of course. solely... friends. that was kind of the role montana had accepted for himself. for whatever reason, despite being the front man for the band, he was definitely last pick. which hit a little harder than he might have liked to admit. he wished he could have blamed his mother for giving him a complex but the woman wasn’t around enough to have any kind of lasting impact on his life. you know. aside from the mommy issues.       one hand reached out for her shoulder, resting easily against the top edge of her frame as he ducked down a bit lower, to try and peer up at her despite the downward angle she was holding her head at. music continued to pour out of the venue from the back door propped open leading through the shoddy kitchen and out to the loading docks where the two were bunkered down having already finished playing their sets for the night. “erin... please let me get you home... you can’t drive like this and... every one else is fucking hammered...” 

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open to: m / f / nb based on the first plot here information about montana here (just in case) i would prefer some sort of a connection, literally like anything you choose (minus t*boo) could be friend, band mate, someone he’s seeing casually, idk! i’m open!!

     it felt pathetic to admit but this was the only thing he’d been looking forward to all day. being able to get home, take his shirt off, kick off his shoes and socks, and finally gain some relief from the incessant pressure near the closure of his pants. montana walked around for a moment, gathering necessary supplies: his phone charger, a towel, and something to aid with the friction. with a cheery sigh, the brunette plopped down on his back on his mattress, and finally freed his aching cock. he gathered a bit of lubricant in one hand, his other hand busy pulling up his website of choice. he didn’t scroll too far down on the home page, knowing that rightly anything would do. a near pitiful, glorious moan left his lips as he began to work himself at a steady rhythm. hell he hadn’t even gotten past the foreplay when the audio cut off, and that shadowy blurb popped down from the top of his phone screen. “shit...” a thumb hit the green circle, an annoyed sigh escaping his nostrils as he held the phone to his ear. “what’s up?” i wish i could tell you that he ceased his motions, but while his tempo had slowed greatly, his lone fist continued to stroke his length despite an unknowing audience.

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open starter !!! (m / f / nb) about: montana and his band have just finished playing a wedding or run through their set at the rehearsal dinner or something... and of course he’s a little drunk and eyeing your muse at the bar. who is your muse? (the bride? the groom? best man? maid of honor? etc etc.)

     though playing at a wedding wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind when he’d convinced the boys to start booking some more private gigs or at least entertaining the idea - it was a great way to get some quick cash while tiding them over until their next rendezvous with the road. plus it usually meant a free meal and loads of free drinks. which he definitely took advantage of both before and following the set. he wasn’t sloppy, he wasn’t going to crash the reception, at least not by fumbling the bag, not for himself or the boys. but once they were done playing and it was the DJ’s turn to take over, well. who could say for sure?      warm, honeyed eyes turned from the amber liquid in his rocks glass as he looked down the line of the rather short bar top, just in time to see them press up against the edge of the counter. there was just something about formal wear, and as much as he hated having to wear a tux, he was more than enjoying everyone else’s looks as well. montana cleared his throat, turning toward them slightly with a smirk, not really bothering to disguise the way he’d been looking them over. “can i buy you a celebratory drink?” he inquired, despite the fact that it was definitely an open bar. it was the thought that counted, right?

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     it had been a long day to say the least. having finished the initial leg of the tour, done the meet and greet, crashed in the car on the way to the airport, flown back to his home state, been driven to his home town, and finally making it to the airport was quite the ordeal and run-down would have been a mild way to explain the exhaustion seeping into his bones. though, of course, the pre-gaming and the after party drinks had long since worn off, and the single complimentary refreshment they’d given him at the airport was not enough to cut it. the brunet felt like he was on autopilot, not even bothering to question the person behind the concierge desk as they mentioned his wife having already made her way upstairs. surely she was confused. maybe he was confused, maybe he wasn’t himself at all. lugging his suitcase behind his heels, montana made his way up to the designated floor, down the all-too-long hallway, and finally found his suite for the next few nights. the male shoved open the heavy door, tossed his keycard onto the countertop, and left his suitcase just inside of the entrance as he blindly moved to land face down, outstretched on the mattress. but the figure on the bed snapped him out of his exhaustion, however briefly. “um... mrs. michaelson, i take it?”     |     @heroexxs​

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a closed starter for @lilacwiine​

     the whole tour thing really wasn’t panning out how any of them had thought it would. as it would happen - they’d managed to drum up quite a bit of fans overseas. though he wasn’t sure how that had happened. maybe a bootleg got uploaded to youtube and had only been available out of the states due to... some copyright bullshit. honestly - montana didn’t know how it happened but he was more than thrilled to find himself in europe with the band. terry was a little bit less thrilled but it wasn’t like he was fishing out the money himself, it was all funded my the label. that also meant no tour bus and no bertha. but it also meant shared hotel rooms. montana felt he’d lucked out in that department to be rooming with oliver and not terry.      it was the night before their opening act, they’d been on the ground in bristol for just over 24 hours and had been taking some time to acquaint themselves with the city. it also helped that it was emery’s birthday and that gave them more of an excuse to put away a few more beers than was necessary. maybe passing out would help with jet lag. monty made his way back indoors, flicking his cigarette out into the street before sauntering over to the table and plopping down. “i feel like these are my people. i feel like this is where i belong,” he muttered with a laugh, taking a sip from his pint as he turned his eyes on the other men at the table. “where shall we go next, birthday boy?”

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open to: m/f/nb

plot run down: montana is in a band (v similar to kings of leon), giving your muse a run down of a new song. your muse could be in the band, a friend, a groupie, etc. this could be a love confession, anything! idk i just... wanna do this, lmk if you need more info. 

    “i want in, like a substitute - i've been working awful hard for you. but you don't say, you just hold your breath so i can't touch what i haven't yet...”    

     the soft melody tapered off as the motion of his fingers against the strings beneath them slowed steadily. montana strummed another set of chords before he tilted his chin upward, looking across at the other seated across from him for some sort of reaction. they were seated in the shed stationed behind his house. it was often a place for creative birth, and where he and his band mates practiced, or even hosted tiny shows. “and then... something like...”

   “i push in and i pull it away, it's a hard part but the true love way... you're wanted like a wanted man, with your smart mouth and your killer hands. we could both share all that i have made - for a young man it's a heck of a wage. and I feel crazy when i see your face...” 

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a closed starter for @ofdreamland​ based on stuff we plotted!

     gearing up for the first leg of their north american tour was nerve wracking for them all, seeing as this was going to be the first round of shows they’d be playing in concession and... more than an hour’s drive from their home town. truth be told, as good of a face as he was holding together, he was nervous as all hell. because this was the big push. the jump from the nest. the shove against the safety of the shore as they tried to learn to swim and navigate the frigid and unforgiving waters of the industry they’d all become so committed to.       as a few of the other boys exited the shed from their nightly rehearsal, he felt the crisp air of the evening beginning to filter in through the open door as he heard that familiar sound of lighters clicking just outside. montana moved toward one of the walls to place his guitar down in it’s stand before beginning to switch off amps and other accessory devices in use that were likely driving his electric bill up through the roof. though he assumed that could have only been attributed to the nerves currently ripping him to shreds on the inside and how those feelings had forced his hand in tirelessly working over their sets and play-by-plays. the brunet sighed as he reached both arms up and gave himself one good stretch, eyes lingering on the darker-haired male still occupying the space with him. easily his closest confidant and longest-time friend. “what do you think... i mean we play in phoenix in two days...”

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a closed starter for @honeylcver​​ based on this

     if you had asked him, he would have replied that each last gig the band had played was his favorite, simply because he really just couldn’t pick half of the time. it had become second nature to answer with a cop out because in truth he couldn’t remember most of them. but this one... oh, this one. this one was going to stick with him, he could definitely tell. the victoria secret fashion show had been one of the more elusive gigs the band had been intent on booking, and it was also one that would have taken the most gumption to make happen, namely because to play at the show, you had to get a chart-topper. be in the top 40 of all main stream music. and for a band like their’s, that was no small feat. but they had done it, and god, victory was sweet.      it tasted like whiskey, hot on his lips, fresh in his glass, on a running rotation. this was the best after party he’d ever attended, namely because it wasn’t in some shady bar or in the back of their tour bus. it was in some ritzy club, and the place was swarming with models. no - angels. montana set his sights on the blonde he’d found his gaze glued to all night, gripping his glass tight, another sip warm on his lips as he approached the woman. “i bet you’re god’s favorite...” he started, smirking lightly once he’d gained her attention. “you’re certainly mine.”

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     montana grunted as he shut the hatch at the rear of the van he was going to be in charge of driving. bertha, the one girl who’d stayed by his side. she was a rusty old bucket, but he loved her, having been his first car and one he’d saved tips for months for. he patted the side of the large vehicle before his feet led him a few parking spots down where the second vehicle, a sedan, was parked. emery was loading up a couple more bags, and just as the brunet swooped in to assist him, muddy eyes caught sight of a figure approaching where they stood. “no way...” he stammered, eyes turning to the friend he was helping pack up the car. “you’ve got to be kidding me... marina?” he groaned beneath his breath as he tossed the last duffel inside and dropped the trunk closed, raising to his full height as the femme reached the two men. “hey, rina...”     |     @altcrcd​

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a closed starter for @writingail​ based on this !!!

     although the crowds they played for continued to grow in size with every show and added venue, he still couldn’t help the hyper-vigilance he had in recognizing familiar faces and those who frequented their gigs. especially since they were stuck playing pretty locally until phil could get his shit together and get them a proper tour. nevertheless, with or without their frequent fliers, he wanted to put on a beast of a performance, wanted to really show up and show out in hopes to keep their numbers steadily increasing. after all, word of mouth was often the best way to get yourself picked up and signed, or at least a way to make more money since more fans meant more tickets sold.      there had been one face he’d missed in the crowd tonight, one of his best friends who’d usually made it out to every single performance was no where to be seen. lame. who was gonna buy him his first drink post-finale? montana shrugged through the crowds and groupings of people leading up to the bar top, leaning forward with both elbows as he held up a hand to the bartender who already began making his usual. the male then cast his eyes down the length of both sides of the bar, taking note of a face he knew but had really never seen at a show before. gripping the handle of his large beer mug, he made his way around the u-shaped cocktail pit until he was standing directly behind the femme. “did your brother send you here to soften the blow of not being able to make it out tonight?”

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a closed starter for @distantxdaydreams​ based on stuff we plotted! 

     typically, he wasn’t one for routines. but this little meet-up had gone on long enough that the boys stopped expecting him to out-drink them. which was saying a lot given his track record. these days he had to save room for orange juice. despite the way he hated the pulp. there just wasn’t another option. he’d checked. and nothing hit the way orange juice and maple syrup did.       idle fingers drummed away at the surface of the table, vison gone fuzzy as he’d been so zoned out reliving highlights from the show earlier in the evening. it had been excellent. everything going off without a hitch, no missed songs, no cracking voice, and the beers had even stayed cold on the drive to the venue. he didn’t know what more he could have asked for. other than the simple assurance that one of their newest regular fans was going to be there. he’d been able to spot her copper hair from his position on the stage, working extra hard to give her a good show, knowing they’d have time to discuss and debrief about... whatever, later that night. “the waitress came by and i ordered you OJ, it’s... what you usually get, hope that works?” he said, eyes snapping up to watch as she joined him in the padded bench across from where he sat at the table. 

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     nathan was... nice. that was certain, he was nice, and smart, and handsome. really just a picture perfect specimen. someone he definitely was physically attracted to, but there was something missing, something lacking in their interactions. a second failed date didn’t bode well for that old ‘third time’s a charm’ saying, and so he and the male had agreed to call it quits. it felt odd, coming back to mae with his tail metaphorically between his legs. she’d really been rotting for them... oddly enough. there was this really off putting thing about her trying to set him up. something in the pit of his stomach that made him feel nauseous, queasy, a bubbling kind of energy that he didn’t know how to express. he didn’t read too far into the feelings in his gut, and more so just pushed past them.       montana sighed, following his recounting of events to the femme, his eyes locked on the top of her head as she was hunched over a new piece she was working on. elbows pressed forward, gingerly planted on the edge of the table as he cradled his chin in one hand, the other laying aimlessly down on the surface. “long story short... we’re not going to be seeing each other again...”     |     @crovnprince​

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a closed starter for @pomeqraniqht​ based on this

     it was late. and he’d been bah-humbugging at the bar for a few hours before the bartender had finally told him it was time to go. he hated this fucking town. everyone knew everyone and surely they knew who he’d become. not that he really left with a good reason for everyone to suddenly forget the reputation he’d had in that town. unserious. full of himself. no ambition. montana scoffed, even now, some-odd years later when he really felt he had nothing to prove. he’d had ambition, just not for the mundane things his teachers and everyone else in that town had the energy for. 

��    both fists were stuffed into the sherpa-lined pockets of his corduroy jacket as he walked along the snow-covered sidewalk lining the streets. lamps flickered over head, more and more shop lights blinked off as he trailed along. there was really only one person he still felt called to in this god-forsaken place. one person he hoped might still offer him some warmth, some of that same child-like joy he’d once felt when they’d roamed these streets together. and so, near-frozen knuckles rapped at the wood of their front door and he took a step back. half curled fists rose to his lips as he exhaled one clouded breath against them before the door opened. “hey.”

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why do people fall in love with you?

because you feel like coming home      falling in love with you feels more like home than the place I live. it feels like driving home at night as a kid and pretending to be asleep so your parents carry you inside, sleepy and content

because you feel alive      falling in love with you is like jumping off a cliff into the water, knowing the sea will catch your fall. like looking up into the endless sky

tagged by: @atvrvxia​​

tagging: @tangcrine, @loveisliquor, @leowritings​, @cariiad​, @ncwkings​, @tvnkerbell​, omg and anyone else who wants to do it!!!

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txt: molly + montana

molly: [ link ]

molly: here, tomorrow lunch?

molly: otherwise up for the studio - my flight is it at 9 so i’ve got time :)

montana: Looks perfect

montana: As long as there's beer I'm down :)

montana: Need a lift?

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🎤🎵 The start of something new, still nothing makes me feel the way... 🎵🎤 jaimie and montana 📱

Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn't send yours, and one that they did

[02:47 a.m. - Not Delivered] U up? [03:12 a.m. - Not Delivered] Can’t believe u brought him tonight [03:23 a.m. - Not Delivered] Did u kno tht song was 4 u? [04:52 a.m. - Not Delivered] In my mind ur everything [04:54 a.m. - Not Delivered] Can’t stop thinking abt u [01:13 p.m. - Delivered] Party’s still on 4 Friday, r u coming? :)