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enbymickey · 3 years
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“we were lovers in a past life” trope but the current incarnations are enemy-to-lovers trope. when. 
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enbymickey · 3 years
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soft in the middle, shelby eileen // 14 lines from love letters or suicide notes, david “doc” luben
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enbymickey · 3 years
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never grow up
tags: Season 11, uncle mickey makes an appearance, this could also be called, mickey is not ooc he's just in a new situation and trying to figure out life, stop putting him in a box, also! husbands! words: 2,250 summary: He’s tired and he wants to go lay down but his sore feet are leading him elsewhere. He doesn’t even realize he’s outside until the cold air hits his face making him realize he should’ve brought a jacket. Mickey and Franny for sure should have jackets. He just watches for a moment, watching the man that he’s been in love with since he was fifteen years old chase his five year old niece in his backyard. Their niece. Their backyard.
Ian’s tired. He’s just so fucking tired. Like bone deep, lay in bed for a few days tired. His hands and feet hurt. He just wants to get out of these clothes from the day and climb into bed then not move until he absolutely has to. He doesn’t even realize he’s basically alone in the living room still standing there, the back of the couch holding him up for the most part until the front door slams closed.
He’s about to turn around, make himself climb the stairs and just lay down but he can hear Mickey and Franny laughing outside from where he’s standing. The two most beautiful laughs in the world, if you ask him.
He’s tired and he wants to go lay down but his sore feet are leading him elsewhere. He doesn’t even realize he’s outside until the cold air hits his face making him realize he should’ve brought a jacket. Mickey and Franny for sure should have jackets.
He just watches for a moment, watching the man that he’s been in love with since he was fifteen years old chase his five year old niece in his backyard.
Their niece.
Their backyard.
Worrying about money, nagging Mickey to just get a job isn’t what he wants to be doing. He’s so proud of Mickey for showing up today. He’s so proud of him for trying, it wasn’t his fault that the asshole didn’t want to hire him. That combined with the lack of money, he kind of just wants to set the entire warehouse on fire.
He doesn’t want to be mad at Mickey but jesus christ sometimes he just can’t help it. He can’t help the anger that just consumes him when the control is out of his hands and he just wants something to work.
Because for once he just wants something to work.
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enbymickey · 3 years
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this is me trying 
tags: Season 11, uncle mickey makes an appearance, this could also be called, mickey is not ooc he's just in a new situation and trying to figure out life, stop putting him in a box, also! husbands! words: 2,250 summary: This is all new for him. This is all something he’s never planned for. He didn’t really think about what was going to happen after they got married because he’s never planned for anything to actually work out, never planned for anything to just go his way and now it has. He doesn’t know how the fuck to live like this but he so badly wants to. He doesn’t know how the fuck to save his money because he’s never had to before, always just figured it out as he went but he so badly wants to. No longer having to be in survival mode when his entire life has been just that? Can he do that? Is he capable of fucking doing that? He so badly wants to.
Mickey’s walked these streets so many times before. His blood, his tears, pieces of him seeped into the cracks of this town over the years. He’s been drunk and high out of his mind on these streets. Lost and searching for something. Getting away from something, someone, himself. These streets used to be terrified of him because he was terrified of himself, his father and this world. He used to be terrified of these streets and the monsters that lived in his home.
There are still times he’s terrified of the shadows, what could pop out and destroy everything just the way it’s been done so many times before. But he’s got his sleeping niece in his arms now as he walks home from his brother in law's place. Ian stayed back for a bit to help clean up, Debbie and Sandy walking ahead of him with Liam and Carl. Laughing so loud in the quiet of the night.
He’s been on these streets so many times before but never the way he is right now. Right now he’s trying to get closer to the laughter, trying to get closer to something instead of running from it because before he knew he could never have it. But he has it now.
And that’s terrifying too.
He has everything. He has it all. There’s something terrifying about that. There’s something pressing against his chest every single time he thinks about it.
He’s happy. Of course he fucking is. He finally understands why those fuckers run across sports fields with their junk out.
But now that he has everything that he never thought he was allowed to have, never allowed to dream of. What is he supposed to do now? How is he supposed to just live his life?
He’s no longer fucked for life.
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enbymickey · 4 years
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enbymickey · 4 years
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i literally can’t stop thinking abt that richard siken quote where he falls to the floor crying but all he can focus on is the details of the wall in front of him
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