✰࿐ ‍ ‍ ˗ˏ 𝕬͟𝗠͟𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝕴𝗗𝗜꩜𝗧 ᅠׅ⎖

for a brief moment , ian wanted to hear that he didn't really need to take the meds , fuck it , that he could flush them all down the toilet again and it would be fine , because fuck , he wasn't like his mother , right ? no , he wasn't and didn't want to be, +

the noise of the glass breaking made ian's mind snap and when he turned his attention to the other , he already had the sharp edge of the glass touching his skin , making the redhead look at mickey's face , he wasn't afraid of him cut his neck , +

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you bet your ass you fucking need me . and lucky me for that .

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lucky for him that maybe he's naturally like that , so he'll always pull him by his tie , his shirt , everywhere he reaches to tell mickey he's his man . and seeing a smile on his face is always worth it .

" duh , you didn't want to win ? fucking leave me alone now . enjoy your victory . "