"I'm going to stop myself here so I don't start making this about angst" I lied. Angsty aromantic Mickey time.
One of the most famous mascots in the world and Disney's rules for him are very strict. There is a very clear outline for who he is and what he is allowed to feel and what he is and is not allowed to do. Minnie is his girlfriend. She has to be. The decision is in Disney's hands, not his own
And Minnie is nice, she really is. Mickey cares very much about her like a good boyfriend should. The rules for their interactions are very clear: everything they do must be family friendly. That's fine. He can do that. He can follow the rules
Sometimes people talk about marriage, and his stomach clenches. Walt says something once about them being married in private - it was just a joke made in-between shooting for a short, no more serious than a playground wedding, and it wasn't even his idea - and Mickey felt cold. Clammy. His heart was pounding for the rest of the day, alone in his house, his own space, running the words over and over again in his mind. Picturing someone in his space as his spouse, not as a friend, trying to pretend the thought didn't make him nauseous
They hold hands. They peck each other on the cheek. That's fine, Mickey has kissed his friends too. He doesn't mind kissing. It doesn't mean anything that he usually waits for her to kiss him first because he's scared if he initiates people will realise he's either acting or kissing her the same way he kisses all his friends
A director tells him they have to shoot that kiss scene again. "At least look like you love her" they laugh, and Mickey laughs too, and hopes it doesn't sound forced
He loves Minnie. Of course he loves Minnie. He's supposed to, it's what's expected of him. She was drawn to be his girlfriend, and they can never be more than that on screen, but that's okay. He doesn't really want to be married anyway. Not because he doesn't love her! He just isn't ready for marriage. That doesn't mean he doesn't love her
(He loves all his friends. He loves Minnie the way he loves his friends, but the more people talk about romance, the more he realises that isn't how it's supposed to be. He's supposed to love her differently. But he doesn't know what that looks like, how that feels. He loves her like a friend, he's never done anything else)
So he loves her. He'll hold her hand. He'll accept her pecks on the cheek. He'll smile and pretend he doesn't feel uneasy when people talk about marriage, or joke that he hasn't made her his wife yet, or ask when they're going to have kids and start a family like a couple should. He pretends the weird feeling in his stomach is those butterflies everyone is always talking about, and not an anxious clench that leaves him nauseous
He loves her like a friend. He never tells anyone he doesn't know what the difference is supposed to be
Oswald makes it look so easy with Ortensia. There's something there, something they have that Mickey and Minnie don't. Something Mickey is missing
That might be because they're married, though, and Mickey isn't. That's not his fault. He isn't allowed to be
(Disney might change their mind. Disney might decide they should be publicly married after all. Mickey's relationship status isn't up to him. Disney could drag him into the studio one day and tell him he and Minnie are going to be married and have children, and there's nothing he can do to stop that. His personal life doesn't belong to him)
(The thought leaves him shaken for days)
He doesn't tell anyone it's too much sometimes. Doesn't tell anyone how many of the things he does and says are things he only does because that's what a boyfriend should do, not because he wants to. Never tells anyone he admires Minnie, but doesn't know what it's supposed to mean to be attracted to her. He definitely never tells anyone how often he wishes he could just call her a friend instead of his girlfriend. If he does any of that, they'll assume he wants someone else, and he doesn't want someone else. If he has to have a partner, it should be Minnie, the girl who was drawn for him
Walt wanted him to have a girlfriend, and he got Minnie. And he loves her. He does. He swears he does. He swears, and promises, and vows, until he gets home, finally has a minute to himself, and has nothing else to distract him from the fact he's scared he doesn't love her at all. Not the way he's supposed to. He's never loved anyone the way people think he should love Minnie, doesn't think he can. He's tried. He tries so hard every day, but it doesn't happen. He can't make it happen. He still can't tell the difference. There's something missing in him that everyone thinks he should have, and he can't find it no matter how hard he tries. And if anyone ever finds out, if anyone ever discovers he can only stand the idea of living with Minnie as roommates instead of a couple, if anyone realises his skin crawls at the idea of being romantic with someone, he's going to hurt Minnie's feelings, and he's going to be in so much trouble. He might even be rewritten in an attempt to fix it, and he doesn’t know what's more terrifying: the idea that being rewritten won't work, or the idea that it will
Disney is in charge. He isn't allowed to marry Minnie. She can only ever be his girlfriend
Disney is in charge. He isn't allowed to leave Minnie. She can only ever be his girlfriend