#ft: mickey

[maverick-wh]

@angstfactory

[derekadler]

"God, look at you. Young and in love," Derek grumbled, grabbing another beer from his fridge. He handed one to Mickey, taking the seat next to his before grabbing the remote. "Tell me why again you thought it would be a good idea to develop feelings? The sex was great, dude. Why ruin it with all the mushy stuff?" Derek knew he shouldn't be too hard on his friend, knowing how overwhelming it could be to actually like the person you're with, but then again, Derek knew what happened in the end. They left, they always did, and he didn't want Mickey to go through something like that. 

@mxlighthouse

[derekadler]

Derek wasn’t going to cry; he wasn’t. He was the one that ‘defined’ whatever the fuck they were. He was the one who said ‘only sex, no feelings.’ So why did it hurt so bad? Why did it feel like his heart was about to be ripped out his chest? Why did it feel like he couldn’t breathe? It wasn’t her fault. She was also a victim and fuck, Derek fell right into his trap yet again. He knew, he fucking knew, this was all it should be and yet he had this stupid fucking delusion that what? That Tyler would only be his? That being a fuck buddy would mean commitment? God Derek was so fucking stupid and he couldn’t even blame the guy. This was his own doing. He broke his own heart this time.

Snatching his phone, he sent out a text to Mickey. “Come over, please,” it read. “I’m about to fucking explode and I just need someone.” As much as Angel was his go to gal, Mickey had a softer side to him and he really needed the comfort. He was already berating himself and the last thing he needed was someone telling him ‘I told you so.’ He had to lay everything out in the open to get Mickey to understand and maybe that’ll ease some of the heaviness in his heart. Fuck feelings. 

@mxlighthouse