It was stupid of them to invite the family into their new house for Christmas Eve. It was even more stupid of them to get into a huge fight before everyone arrived.
Come hour three, Mickey was officially done playing the good host with no back-up. He gulped down his glass of wine (who was he???) and went to hide in the closet, shooting a curt, nothing-to-see-here smile to Debbie as he passed her in the hallway.
He closed the door to their bedroom as quietly as he could, then just as quietly moved through the room towards the closet room right next to the bathroom. But when he opened it, his eyes immediately fell down to the person already sitting there on the floor, his arms holding his knees to his chest.
"Occupied," Ian hurled out, looking equally surprised and angered by the sudden intrusion. His face softened a bit when he saw it was Mickey standing in the door.
Mickey quickly assessed his options. There was always the garden shed... Nah, fuck that. He wasn't gonna freeze his ass off just because Ian had the same idea first.
"Shove over." He gestured sharply with his chin.
Ian complied, scooting closer to the wall so that Mickey could step around him and sit down with his back to a perpendicular wall. He waved his arms around annoyedly when his head came in contact with some of the clothes hanging down from a rod, eventually managing to get them away from his face.
He relaxed against the wall. It was then that he finally noticed that Ian's back was propped up by an empty crib, crammed into a corner all those months ago after being stuck under piles of coats and jackets for even longer in their old apartment. Mickey let out a scoff and shook his head.
How fitting that they both ended up hiding in the same spot where they'd been hiding the motherfucking stainless steel elephant in their marriage.
Mickey opened his mouth to make a snarky comment, but the words were cut short when he heard the bedroom door creak open, and then heavy-shoed footsteps come towards them.
As the light came on with a click in the bathroom and another door closed, they both let out a sigh of relief. They listened as the toilet seat went up and someone started humming the Bad Boys theme as they took a piss.
Fucking Carl, Mickey thought with a roll of his eyes. They had a bathroom downstairs, too.
He waited patiently for the incoming flush, noting the lack of running water when Carl's footsteps started retreating again. Mickey just hoped the pig wouldn't touch any of his shit on his way out.
After he and Ian had sat in the silence for a while, Mickey asked, ever-so-casually, "Who you hiding from in here?"
"My husband," Ian replied as he cleared his throat, still looking anywhere but back at him.
Mickey hummed in acknowledgment. "What did that prick do?"
"How much time do you have?"
"Got it."
Ian leaned forward and chewed on his thumbnail.
"Who you hiding from in here?" he asked curiously, sneaking a little glance at Mickey, who laughed.
"As a matter of fact, my husband, too."
"Oh yeah?" Ian said, cautious. "What'd he do?"
"Asshole invited his whole family out here, made me dress up and shit, and then left me with them all alone. Hid in the fucking closet."
"What a pussy."
"You said it, man."
Mickey rubbed at his forehead, lost in contemplation.
"Probly for the best, though," he added in a low mutter. "This way, I don't have to see that look on his face."
Ian's eyebrows furrowed. "What look?"
"The fucking--"
The closet door suddenly opened, and Carl stood there, the stupid Christmas tie that Mickey hated swinging loosely around his neck, and looked between them.
"This a sex thing?" he asked them after a beat, his expression passive.
"No," Ian said.
"Fucking could be," Mickey said at the same time.
Carl took one last look at them, his eyes jumping from Ian to Mickey, and then he shut the closet door again.
"It's hard for him. I can tell," Mickey started when they were alone again. "Seeing each and every one of his siblings popping out kids, putting them in matching fucking outfits."
"That's not--"
"Can't blame him. He wanted a family, and all he got was a husband with daddy issues." Mickey stretched out his legs, fitting them under Ian's ass. "Doesn't talk about it anymore. There's just that fucking look on his face."
When Ian spoke, his voice was gentler than before. "That doesn't sound like an actual thing."
"Oh, it's a thing!" Mickey said, a sad smile playing at his lips. "Others might not see it, but I do. Can't hide this sorta thing from me."
"My husband didn't want to buy this house," Ian said in return.
"He sounds like a piece of work."
"Thought it was too big for just the two of us. Too nice. Still thinks there are things he doesn't deserve. I know that's bullshit, so I bought the house behind his back, not taking his feelings into consideration. Not the first time I did that, either."
Mickey reached out, taking Ian's hand in his, interlacing their fingers.
"I'm sorry your husband's a dick," Ian said earnestly, giving Mickey's hand a squeeze.
"Same here," Mickey replied, watching as Ian took their hands and started leaving tender kisses on the faded F, U, C, and K letters on Mickey's hand. When he looked up and gave Mickey a hopeful smile, Mickey happily reciprocated it.
dani would you be so kind and explain how did you do the text of the "mrs. byers?" gif 🧡🧡
Hii, yes of course! Sorry it gets kinda confusing around the stroke part of the tutorial, but the video is under the cut!
so basically it’s just me duplicating the text 3 times, and then using layer masks on the two text layers in the back to erase any text that would be in the way if that makes sense? Just wanted to add that because I feel like I genuinely am confusing in this video lmaooo
44 + 63?? Idk I just love anything you write so 💕🥰
Thank you friend!😘
44. Drunk/High + 63. Cooking/Eating Together
Back before their first kiss, Ian and Mickey get drunk off cheap beer and a bottle of something stronger they stole from the Kash'n'Grab. Mickey complains that he's hungry, but Ian won't let him go back for snacks--he doesn't want to get caught, and feels kind of bad for stealing from Linda. Instead, he tosses Mickey a protein bar he carries around.
"What the fuck is this?"
"An energy bar. JROTC burns a lot of calories you know, gotta keep up."
"Know somethin' that burns more calories, and you don't even need to get shot at" Mickey mutters, and makes a face as he tries the tiniest bite ever.
He barely gets any in his mouth, but crumbs go all over. Ian gets closer, and closer, and Mickey eyes him as he tries another bite.
"What are you lookin' at? Get your own nasty snack."
Ian doesn't even bother pointing out that it is his. He just reaches out and brushes the crumbs from Mickey's mouth, lingering with his thumb over Mickey's bottom lip.
Mickey looks soft, just for a second--
Then he bites it, hard, and the moment is gone.
But from then on, Ian makes it his mission to see that soft expression again.
80. Protective/Defensive + 85. Holidays - 4th July, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years
Franny has been asking her mom for weeks to take her to the mall to meet Santa, but Debbie is swamped with work and desperately needs the money at the moment. Uncle Ian and uncle Mickey offer to take Franny to the mall on their day off, and she's absolutely over the moon about it. When they're all in line to meet Santa--Franny excitedly jumping around a laughing Mickey while Ian checks his phone for a minute--Ian starts hearing someone whispering just behind them, catching a few words here and there. Words like one of those dirty Milkovich kids and fucking disgrace and that poor little girl. Ian turns to have a look at the guy and he vaguely recognizes his face from the old neighborhood. He sneaks a glance at Mickey, who unfortunately must have heard as much as Ian has, since he's currently gritting his teeth and barely containing his anger. Ian knows Mickey is only keeping it together so as not to upset Franny, but he can't just stand there and let this fucker talk shit about his husband like that. So, putting on a fake, sweet smile and trying to keep his voice level, he turns to the guy and says, "Hi, there. My husband and I can hear you, you know. We're trying to have a nice day out with our niece--you think maybe you could shut the fuck up about things you know nothing about and worry about your own child? Thanks a bunch." His saccharine smile turns into a sneer then. He doesn't wait to see the man's reaction before he turns back towards Mickey, smiling softly at him as he sneaks an arm around his waist, pulling him tight to himself. Mickey gapes at him, eyes widened. Ian looks down to see if Franny's alright, but she seems blissfully unaware of any unpleasantness and just grins, excited as ever to meet Santa. Ian looks back at Mickey, who is now sporting the fondest look on his face. "You didn't need to do that," he whispers. Ian just smiles, leans in to kiss his temple, and whispers back, "Yeah. I did."
Sole, first of all I'm still obsessed with the edit you did for me. it's so beautiful 🥺💖
second if you don't mind me asking, can you explain how did you do the transitions on the last gif?
Aw thank you, Mag!! I'm so so happy you liked it 💗
This tutorial explains it perfectly. It's the same method I use, except that instead of selecting 6 frames to do the transition I use 11 and, therefore, my Fill percents are: 5%, 10%, 15%, 20%, 30%, 40%, 50%, 60%, 70%, 80% and 90%. Also, all my scenes have 23 frames (11 for the first transition, 1 without transition and a Fill percent of 100%, and another 11 for the last transition.)
Of course! Let's talk about Baz loving the daily walks she has with Mickey!
He talks to her about their day, "Good job by the way, barking at the guy trying to flirt with Ian. Only your dad can flirt with Ian, okay?" or "I hated the broccoli Ian made as well. Fuckin' eat healthy bullshit. If you throw it straight across the room next time he serves it to you, I'll give you extra treats" or "Ian's birthday is coming up, and you gotta help me pick the best gift for your dad, yeah?" and Baz nods and barks and wags her tail to show she understands 💕
He sometimes takes a detour to get something for Ian. "Baz, do you think he'll like the red one better or the black one?" And Baz paws at the one she likes better and Mickey always picks that one. She loves when Mickey tells Ian, "Yeah, Baz picked this one out. Knows you well, huh?" and Ian smiles and gives her ear scritches 💖
Ian's phone is filled with texts and photos from Mickey during their walks.
"Baz is chasing a butterfly. Again."
"Think Baz has a crush on this stray cat in our neighborhood. Keeps running after her like a simp."
"Look at this. She's refusing to fuckin' move unless I pick her up." (Ian replied with, "Hmmm what a coincidence, this is exactly what my husband does when he's too lazy to get up from the couch 🤔")
just thinking about Ian and nick miller competing who has the best tomato garden
omg! i think ian wins, hands down. if nick’s tomatoes are any good, it’s because jess sneaks in behind him and prunes/waters/fertilizes. also lol, the fact that nick says he’s from the south side of chicago cracks me up. little mickey would beat little nick’s ass any day of the week. he’d let winston go with just a wedgie, though.
