emo band texts 3 // emo quartet au

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wednesday
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aug, 19th 2026
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11:38 AM / 11:38
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i love mikey @(Y/N)urie
ask me questions because I'm Dallon Weekes

The Fro Kween @raytorosweave
(replying to @(Y/N)urie)
When are you and Mikey getting married?

i love mikey @(Y/N)urie
December 13th!! hhh it's too long of a wait for me

sister spooky @doubledareme
spill some Mikey tea

i love mikey @(Y/N)urie
is this the only thing you'll ever ask me

When Mikey and I were thirteen we agreed that if we were still single at 30 we would get married

I feel like that's horribly ironic

snallon weekes @dallonweekes
when are you and Mikey gonna have kids

i love mikey @(Y/N)Urie
hhh we never thought about that

@mikeyway do you want kids

Mikey Way @mikeyway
YESYESYESYESYESYES NOT YET BUT YES !!

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i love mikey @(Y/N)urie
hhh stop asking questions about my dork fiancé I have a life too you know

accidental belarusian @diantha_novik
sister salty

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11:57 AM / 11:57
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"This is a nice shade of blue," Frank commented, dipping a paint roller into a tray filled with light blue paint.

"...A different shade of blue," Mikey chuckled as Frank turned around to face his fiancé. "...Did you just reference Knocked Loose?"

"Yes Franklin, yes I did," Mikey smiled, proud of himself. He turned back to face the wall and he observed it for a second. "Should I do a second coat once this dries?"

"Huh— Uhh, yeah sure," Frank whirled around to face Mikey, some of the blue paint on his paint roller coming off and splattering onto Mikey's arm and white Circle Jerks shirt.

"I— Frank!" Mikey whined.

"Sorry," Frank shrugged and turned back around to continue painting the wall he was currently working on.

Out of pure spite, and to avenge his new Circle Jerks shirt, Mikey dipped his left hand into the blue paint before walking over to Frank and slapping his ass.

"WH— MIKES, THESE ARE NEW JEANS!!!1!2!1!!1!" Frank turned around and screeched.

"I don't care, this was a new shirt! You ruin my shirt, I ruin your jeans!" Mikey laughed, taking a step back.

"Oh, you think this is funny?" Frank walked closer and closer to Mikey until he was backed up against a wall. Frank then planted his hands on the wall, one on each side of Mikey.

"Well, I do think it's funny that you just stuck your hands against wet paint," Mikey smirked, sticking his right hand in a nearby paint tray before stamping his hand on the left side of Frank's chest.

"Oh, fuck," Frank whined, taking his hands off of the wall and looking down at them. Mikey then decided this was the time to run, so he ran out of the room to somewhere else. "Oh I am so going to destroy you for this!" Frank shouted, running after the yellow–haired boy.

"No!!1!!2!1!2!1" Mikey screeched as Frank tackled him. "Frank, there's literally paint on my back! Are you trying to paint the fuckin' living room floor blue?!"

"Oh well," Frank shrugged, sitting on Mikey's legs and straddling his hips.

"Hey y'all, we got pizza—" Raven greeted as her and Diantha walked through the front door with two domino's pizza boxes.

"...Why are y'all both covered in paint and also why do y'all look like you were about to fuck on your living room floor?" Raven asked, closing the door behind her.

"One, long story, and two, shut the fuck up Raven," Mikey pushed Frank off of him and stood up. "So what kind of pizza you got?

"I'm gonna go shower before this paint sticks to me," Frank muttered, walking out of the room.

"...Okay then..." Mikey shrugged.

"Okay so, Diantha here," Raven looked to her right at the dark–haired girl, "thinks that pineapple doesn't belong on pizza."

"I'm right! I am so very right!" Diantha exclaimed as Mikey shifted his eyes towards her.

"I wish we weren't band mates."

"You're so mean to me," Diantha mumbled, crossing her arms and walking into the kitchen.

"I... who let her— okay," Mikey sighed, grabbing one of the pizza boxes. "Oh hey, tomato and spinach!"

"The only good pizza Raven would let me get," Diantha muttered, walking back into the room with a jar of crunchy peanut butter and a spoon.

"...Where did you even get that peanut butter?" Mikey queried, sitting on the floor before taking a slice of pizza out of the box he took from Raven.

"Your kitchen..?" Diantha confusedly chuckled, sitting next to Mikey on the floor.

"Why are y'all sitting on the floor? There is a perfectly good couch right there," Raven gestured to the couch.

"Eh, I've made the commitment to the floor," Kenz shrugged.

"...I'm really conflicted," Mikey muttered.

"Hey, what's up?" (Y/N) greeted, walking through the door with Gerard behind her.

"Why is everyone just walking into my house? At least Raven and Diantha brought pizza," Mikey stood up.

"Where are you going?" Gerard asked. Mikey just shrugged as he walked out of the room.

"Hey, Frank, did you buy crunchy peanut butter?!" Mikey shouted from some part of the house.

"Uhh, no? Maybe? You're the one that sent me to the store at six in the morning!" Frank shouted back.

"Dude, that's not even that early," Gerard commented.

"See? Even Gerard thinks you're bullshit!"

"God fucking damnit, can we PLEASE stop fighting about PEANUT BUTTER?"