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"You're ho-ome," he hears as he walks into the living room, sees Mickey leaning his head backwards over the couch's armrest, a goofy smile on his face.
He quirks his eyebrow. "Having fun there?"
"Hi," Mickey says instead of answering, voice absent of its usual gruff. He sounds younger when he gets like this, and it never fails to make Ian's heart squeeze with tenderness.
"Hey," he smiles.
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Or, Mickey gets really drunk and Ian gets to see him get all sappy.Bookmarked by PastelSnow
09 Jun 2026
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After the third beer, Mickey was forced to lean against the counter, allowing it to support his weight as his mind spiraled entirely out of control and his breathing became increasingly shallow.
His chest ached like it had been stomped on, and his hands shook like maracas, forcing him to try lightening a cigarette nearly four times before he succeeded.
Mickey had cleared half of it in one drag, before violently yanking open one of the kitchen drawers and getting his hand on the loaded .22 within.
Terry Milkovich was fucking dead.Series
- Part 13 of Husbands and Shit
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04 Jun 2026
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Fill in for 11x6. Ian and Mickey talk about the past, and focus on the future.
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- Part 11 of Husbands and Shit
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03 Jun 2026
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“Fuck. I know, I’m sorry Mick.” Ian apologizes. Since they’ve been married for nearly a year and a half now, he’s gotten slightly better at admitting he’s wrong right away, instead of playing a few dozen rounds of the blame game before coming to the same conclusion anyway. “I was trying to figure out how to tell you without scaring the shit outta you.”
“How about- ‘Yo, I’m seeing my dead mom alive and in the fuckin’ flesh over here’. That woulda worked.” Mickey rolls his eyes, but Ian doesn’t take it personally. He knows by now how Mickey shows that he’s concerned- it’s passive aggressive, with an emphasis on aggressive- but it’s a very Mickey type of care and Ian’s learned to love it.
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Another window into Ian and Mickey’s marriage. How they’re working with the realities of Ian’s disorder, and how they’re dealing with their traumatic histories- both shared and separate. Prescriptions, parents, and possibilities.Series
- Part 6 of Husbands and Shit
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01 Jun 2026
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Mickey shifts his weight and turns to look at him and that’s when Ian can see it written all over his face, adding extra weight to the bags under his eyes.
It’s a look that’s crystal clear.
It’s a look that says, I’ve had a long ass day, full of entitled douchbags and people who just don’t fuckin get me.
Lately, Mickey’s had that look on his face a lot after work. It had to have something to do with slogging it out at a court mandated nine to five where your literal job description is to be the felon who chases down and roughs up the assholes no one else wants to deal with. Ian is as sympathetic as he can be, and he tries not to remind Mickey that at least he almost never gets pissed or puked on.
“Hey,” Mickey lifts his beer in salute and takes a sip and Ian can practically feel the need radiating off of him, even though Mickey’s fighting to keep balanced.
“Put that shit down. Now.” Ian orders as he kicks his work boots off and stalks around the couch he’s well aware of what his husband needs, and even after his own gruelling work shift, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t give it to him.
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A smutty slice of life. Ian and Mickey blow off some steam in their new apartment.Series
- Part 4 of Husbands and Shit
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25 May 2026