#mickovich

[alexxmyka]

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send “🎧” and i’ll shuffle my music and the next 5 random songs will be our muses playlist

All My Love-  Major Lazer Ft. Ariana Grande

Just One Yesterday-  Fall Out Boy

Innocence-  The Airborne Toxic Event

Tiffany Blews-  Fall Out Boy

Falling-  The Civil Wars

@mick-ovich ((Murder me I love this))

[thevaginas-a-nonfactor]

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mick-ovich:

[Text to- Plastic Prick]- what did I fuckin say about texting me

[Text to- Plastic Prick]- why should I know where the fuck he is

[Text to- This Fuck]- Listen, I figured something about Ian, would be reason enough to text you.  [Text to- This Fuck]- I also presumed, with your long ass history together you might have a clue as to where he is. Even a single one. His family’s pretty worried and Lip told me about it today

[thevaginas-a-nonfactor]

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

Send ___ for a ______ text.

[Text to- This Fuck]- Hey, man x [Text to- This Fuck]- So uh ‘m sure you know but [Text to- This Fuck]- The Gallagher’s cant find ian and I thought you might have an idea of where he’s at

[alexxmyka]

Closed with Mickovich

Original post here: Con’t from @mick-ovich

Mickey sighed heavily. “Right,” he hissed. “Maybe I don’t fuckin’ care, but I’m irritated enough to check on your scrawny ass!” He couldn’t mention that he bought the brat a bag of Wendy’s earlier today when he knew Alex was pissed, but only came back to realize that he was still locked up. He paused, staring at the door. “… Are you doin’ that fuckin’ scratching thing?”

Alex’s hand tensed around his bright, angry red arm. The younger took a hit a little too sharp from the cigarette and had to try and stifle a harsh cough. His skin was hot through the sleeves of his shirt. “Maybe---” He pulled himself to his feet and side-eyed the lock on the door. He considered multiple options for a while before he reached over and flicked the door to ‘unlocked’. He moved over to the window and sat down in the window sill, far from the door. He choked down another drag. “Do we mean something to you? Anything? Even just-- ‘Two shitty people’ or some shit would be better to me than a waste of energy.”

[alexxmyka]

*KNOCK KNOCK*(MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS SHOWING UP AT THEIR DOOR AFTER BEING MISSING FOR TWO WEEKS.)

Alex groaned when he heard the knock at the door. “God fucking dammit.” He mumbled. He’d just sat down after finally getting the place a little cleaned up. He’d gotten dirty clothes off the ground and washed all the glasses he’d been drinking out of and finally got around to the cat box. 

It had been a long couple of weeks, and Alex’s brain was absolutely fried. Mickey had gone missing. Alex didn’t sleep for the first 72 hours. He just searched for the thug. He didn’t stop looking until the previous night, and the only reason he did was because Svetlana was convinced the boy’s heart was going to give out. He was under house arrest while Mickey’s brothers were out looking for him. 

Alex slowly got up- he really needed to sleep- and made his way to the door. He checked out the window first and saw Mickey’s side. His eyes went wide and he flung the door open. He grabbed the taller male at the ear and scowled at him. “What the fuck, Mickey----Where the fuck have you been?!” He all but yelled at him. Alex pulled the other inside and quickly shut the door.

[cherryfinolahobbes]

“Are you still mad about that thing yesterday? I said I was sorry...”

@mick-ovich

[alexxmyka]

Mickey frowned at the door, arms crossed and a headache beginning to form again. His teeth caught his tongue before he spoke loud enough to be heard through the door. "You gotta come out sometime."

Send “You have to come out at some point!” for my muse to lock themselves inside their bedroom and refuse to come out.

Alex locked himself in his bedroom twelve hours previous to Mickey standing outside his door. The two had gotten into yet another fight about whether or not what they had meant anything. Mickey was one of the only people in his life he’d fucked more than once.. And the only person that stuck around. Even if it seemed like they were fighting most of the time. 

Alex closed his eyes and sat down on his bed. “The fuck I do!” He said sharply and more than loud enough for Mickey to hear. He pulled his sleeves down over his fists, the fabric rubbed over sore skin. He scratched his arms until they were bright red to try and distract himself from their stupid argument. It had little effect though. The anger boiling in his chest was only worsened when Mickey spoke. “Fuck you, man–” He added. He was exhausted of fighting. And tired of putting more into this relationship. Especially since it “wasn’t real.” He grabbed a cigarette from his nightstand and lit it. He watched his window with a hard set jaw. “Not like you fuckin’ care.”

[alexxmyka]

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