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spicycinnabun · 2 months
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“Again with the moon? What’s wrong with it?”
“I just don’t like it!” Mickey said, waving his hands at the window where said moon glared at him from the sky. “It glows too much! Directly in my eyes! I can’t fuckin’ sleep!”
“Okay…” Ian replied slowly. Too slowly. Mickey wasn’t being dramatic and unreasonable. He wasn’t. “Let’s switch places.”
Mickey sniffed, nose twitching. “Why would we fuckin’ do that?”
These were their unspoken spots on the bed. Mickey was always near the window, and Ian was near the door.
“Just do it, Mick. And scoot your pillow down a little. Trust me.”
They swapped spots. Mickey’s head hit the pillow further down the bed, and Ian turned on his side. His chest and shoulder obstructed the window from Mickey’s view.
“Oh,” he said quietly. And then, even more quietly, “Thanks.”
Ian rested his hand atop Mickey’s stomach, rubbing it and smiling softly. “We’ll shop for blinds tomorrow.”
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sand-seeks-sun · 5 years
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((I’ve been a little more under the weather than I’d like to admit lately, and I’m certain it’s been showing in my late replies (compared to before) and bursts of activity - I just kind of wanted to make a post today to say how much I truly adore everyone here and have been getting a lot of relief at least mentally from reading all your stories and seeing your art and shots when I’m well enough to! We all go through a lot outside of what we do IC or in game, and I adore how every one of you puts out your unique content and makes the world around you just a little brighter even when maybe you’re feeling off yourself. So, Just a reminder to keep being fantastic! I’ll keep doing my best for my health, you all just keep being your wonderful selves 💕))
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