#sickey

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💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship (Sickey)

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‘ i don’t think this is the right way ‘ (Sickey)

Mickey looked back to Sam, his brows furrowed.

“It is! I can practically see the house through those trees!” He replied with a grin, pointing through the dense woodland to where he swore their house was. It was starting to get dark now, the sunset beyond the horizon and the moon slowly rising.

“Mickey...” Sam’s voice came from behind him and Mick came to a halt, looking back to him and Apollo, who seemed rather done with all their travels that day. An owl hooted in the distance.

“Angel, I’m telling you we’re nearly home, okay?” He assured, moving towards Sam. Sam’s eyes were wide, his face white as a sheet. “Angel?” Mickey’s brow furrowed. Sam’s lips parted, but no words came out as he raised his finger to point behind Mickey.

Mickey turned.

“Fuck...”

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arrest (Sickey)

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

Blood. There is blood everywhere. On his hands, on his clothes, in his mouth and nose. He's never seen so much blood. There are flashing lights all around him but all that he can see is red.

When his hands are tugged together, he doesn't fight. He knows what is happening, but he can't comprehend. He isn't a threat anymore. The weapon was dropped as soon as it was used. The smell of blood makes his stomach turn. The officer is speaking to him, but it's like he's under water.

Bubbubbub.

Nothing makes sense.

He blinks as a flash of blonde hair catches his eye, tries to focus on it and to figure out why it makes him feel sick and achy.

It's Sam. He's calling his name, waving at him, trying to push past an officer as Mickey is being led towards a car.

"It's okay," he speaks but his voice can't be heard over all the noise. "It's okay Angel," he tries to focus his eyes on Sam's, to calm and reassure him but he doesn't know it's working. Everything is red with blood. Everything isn't okay. But Sam is. And that's all that Mickey cares about. He manages to keep Sam's eye for a moment, mouth the words "Love you," before his head is shoved down and he's bundled into a police car.

Everything is fucked and red and full of blood. But at least Sam will be safe now.

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13. my muse washes your muse’s hair (Sickey)

Showering is one of Mickey’s favorite nighttime activities, especially when Sam joins him like he has done tonight. He’s thankful, honestly. Mickey is tired and his ribs ache and it’s a pain trying to keep his cast dry while washing himself with his one good arm. Thankfully, Sam has helped him out and now, he’s started lathering up Mickey’s hair with shampoo. Sam’s hands are soft, moving gently through his locks, so very careful that Mickey wonders why he isn’t so kind to his own hair.

“Head back,” Sam says softly and Mick does so without question. He can hear water splashing and then the gentle trickle of it as Sam pours some over his head from his hands, washing out the suds from the shampoo.

Mickey lets out a soft sigh and Sam repeats the action again and again until Mickey’s hair is clear of suds. “All done,” He tells Mick with a kiss to his cheek and Mickey turns carefully to face Sam, shuffling in close.

“You really are an Angel, y’know?” He says softly before kissing Sam.

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“i fucked up, why do you not care?” (Sickey)

Mick scrunched his nose at Sam, shaking his head softly. His bangs fell in his face but he made no effort to move them.

“How many times have I fucked up, Angel?” He asked softly, dampening his lips with a swipe of his tongue. “How many times have you forgiven me for the shit I’ve put you through?” He asked, reaching up to push blonde strands behind Sam’s ear.

“It ain’t that I don’t care,” He breathed softly, rough thumb moving to caress Sam’s cheek, “It’s that I love you, no matter how much you fuck up, no matter what you do - you’re mine.” He breathed a soft laugh, fingers moving to Sam’s chin.

“Just like I’m yours. Just like you didn’t care when I went away for so long, an’ came back without a word of explanation. We both care. Regardless of Fuck up’s.” He paused, looking up into Sam’s eyes. “Now shut the fuck up an’ kiss me.”

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🐧 at the zoo (Sickey)

It had been a hard sell for Sam to convince Mickey to go to the zoo, given his interest in animals usually ended with the semi-aquatic. Even those were pushing their luck, really but when Sam pointed out their new Asian Carp exhibit, Mickey had finally given in and agreed to go, just for the fish.

It turned out though, Mickey had more of an interest in animals than he’d expected.

“Hey, woah, look at the fuckin’ size of them..!” Mickey marveled as they approached the giraffes, towering over them. “They’re fuckin’ huge.”

“Mickey, mouth.” Sam scolded, glancing at the family stood beside them.

“What? Oh Fu--dge. Sorry,” He said to both Sam and the disapproving family. 

“They are pretty big though,” Sam replied with a small smile, his arm moving around Mickey’s waist.

“They’re huge. I wonder what they eat. Hey, look, we can go up higher and see them closer.. c’mon.” Mickey started to lead Sam up to the viewing platform.

“Mick, we’re gonna miss the Carp Exhibit if we’re not quick.”

“We’ll be quick, I just wanna see...” For the first time, Mickey was putting off seeing and interacting with fish in favor of mammals and that was special and wonderful and Mickey knew that they’d be returning soon because there was no way he’d be able to see everything today. 

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“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his head.” (Sickey)

Mickey was shaking as he said the words, his eyes firmly on his former drug dealer who currently had his arm around Sam, knife held against his middle. Things had escalated quickly. They had been heading home from a date in the city when Dan had appeared and grabbed hold of Sam. It had been six months since they’d left and Mickey had thought they’d escaped this.

“Don’t you dare.” 

Mickey repeated, glancing to Sam who stood stock still.

“You should have listened to me, Mick.”

Mickey’s heart was beating so fast that it was making him feel sick. Dan was alone but armed. He’d gone for Sam on purpose. Mickey wasn’t afraid of knives and could take Dan in a heartbeat. Sam was his weak spot.

“It’s going to be okay, Angel,” Mickey spoke to his boyfriend first then to Dan again, keeping his eyes on Sam, trying to will him to move, to put into practice one of the moves they’d been practicing together. “I swear if you don’t let him go, you’re going to regret it.”

“What you gonna do, Mick?” Mickey’s eyes moved back to Dan, then to Sam again. Sam seemed to have woken up a little, Mick nodded at him and just like that, Sam threw his head back, smacking his skull into Dan’s nose.

”FUCK!” Dan yelled, reeling backwards. Sam was out of his grip and Mickey was darting forward, grabbing Sam’s good arm and yanking him away before turning to face Dan, who now had blood pouring down his face from his nose.

“You think you can take us both?” Mick asked with eyebrows raised high at the lowlife. “Or you gonna run on home before I show every single one of your minions what a fucking weaklin’ you are?” He asked, keeping his eyes on the knife just in case.

“Fuck you,” Dan spluttered the words and spat at them. Mickey’s nose crinkled in disgust. He couldn’t believe he’d once considered this man a friend.

“Run along home Dan. Last chance.”

And Dan did.

Mickey turned to Sam finally, touching him here and there and everywhere to make sure he was uninjured.

“Oh my god,” He breathed, “Are you okay? That was amazing. You must have broke his fucking nose. Jesus. Angel. C’mere.” And Mickey drew Sam in for a kiss, full of relief and feeling proud his boyfriend had defended himself.

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“Come on, then! Hit me!” (Sickey)

Since the incident with Sam, Mickey has been pushing for him to learn a little self-defense. Mickey is well trained in MMA and has taught others in the past, but it feels strange to be sparring with his boyfriend. Sam’s arm isn’t completely healed yet and Mickey is wary of being too rough with him.

Mickey’s explained to Sam what to do, shown him the move with another member of his MMA team, but now that he’s facing Sam, hands up, clenched into fists and feet firmly apart, he’s hesitating.

“Come on, then! Hit me!” Sam’s encouragement just makes Mickey all the more nervous. But he wants to do this. He wants Sam to learn how to deflect punches and use people’s power against them just in case he has to defend himself again.

“Bossy,” He comments and takes a deep breath to steady his nerves. His hands tighten more and he tells himself Sam can do this. He exhales and throws the first punch with his right hand, there isn’t much force behind it and Sam swats it away easily.

“What was that?” Sam is smirking at him and somehow that spurs Mickey on to throw the next punch, this time its full force and when Sam manages to push it away, Mickey is already throwing the next one and just like that, the two break into a full blown sparring match.