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— mick had given up on looking for love long ago. after his failed relationship with ellie, he felt like there wouldn’t be any point in trying to search for a lifelong partner again. the relationship, although devastating, truly showed just how awful mickey truly was. he wasn’t an easy person to love; he struggled to even try lovehimself on his best days, let alone try and ask another person to try and do the same. he didn’t want to rope anyone in to the difficult, trying romance that loving him could be. and, more than anything, as much humility as the older man had, he didn’t want to be wrong again. the luggage of one failed relationship weighed heavily on his shoulders - an ex-fiance, a heart breaker - that putting so much work into another relationship and having nothing to show for it at the end of the road would be too devastating a blow for mickey. it wouldn’t be worth it to keep looking.
so he stopped searching. he had more or less given up on the idea of building a future with someone, managed to convince himself over time that it was better that way. it was lonelier, and more painful for a man who was once such a hopeless romantic, but it was for the best.
little did he know that he didn’t have to look for love at all; love would find its way to him whether he wanted it to or not. it almost terrified him at first when he found the person his heart adored, coming in the form of a man with bright eyes and an easy smile. too kind, too good for someone like mickey to deserve. terrified that this would be yet another person he’d only hurt in the end.
though the more time he spent with vernon, the more he came to realize that he wasn’t scared anymore. yes, mick’s heart was broken and war-torn. it was no place for anyone to try and get close, no place that anyone ought to feel comfortable in. still, green ran his fingers over the edges of his heart with such compassion and kindness; it was hard to remember what it felt like to not have it as intact as it currently was with green. he made the broken and dangerous terrain of his heart feel less daunting to be around. he made it home. if vern wanted to stay in his heart forever, mick would gladly let him. it took someone truly special to make such a cold heart feel so much warmth again. it took someone special to make mick start to doubt if he was really this awful person he’d always cracked himself up to be.
in finding vernon, he managed to find the better parts of himself he once thought were gone. would green ever realize just how much that meant to him? he doubted it.
vern gasped in surprise as the cushion collided with his side, twisting to look over at mick. the older man tried to feign innocence as he “busied” himself working on the couch, fighting a smile - though the amused gleam in his eyes more than gave away just how happy he was in that moment with green. “uh huh?” mick subtly took a step away from green, turning his head to look over towards him. he hummed, already expecting his partner to retaliate in some way. though he didn’t think anyone could ever prepare themselves for the likes of green, the other man pouncing towards him with a cushion in hand.
he initially brought his hands up to fight the man’s counter. though as arms wrapped around his neck, lips attacking him with an onslaught of kisses all over his face and neck, he could only huff a short breath, feeling the corners of his lips pull into a gentle smile. something in him went incredibly soft, hands settling on vernon’s back with practiced ease. it was too easy, instinct, to hold the man closer at every opportunity that presented itself. “you’re something, alright,” he mused as the gentle laughter started to die down. his eyes searched vern’s own, briefly touching foreheads together adoringly.
he was so soft for this man. this was the man that his heart adored. a little bit of a mess, a little more of a broken disaster than he tended to let on - and, when it came down to it, the greatest lover despite it all. an honest, selfless lover that looked at mickey and admired him despite all that his heart had been through. understood why he was the way he was, and even then, still loved him anyway. eyes wandered over vernon’s face fondly. he could’ve stayed in that moment forever.
“you know-” the soft utterance made him raise a brow. and the words that followed only made a warmth ignite under his skin, in his chest. joy. he was loved, so deeply loved. perhaps there was a part of him that had already known that long before the moment; their hearts were so entangled, it felt like he had been drowning in love long before the two of them decided to admit it. subdued features turned more revealing of how he truly felt, huffing a short breath of overwhelming joy, happiness.
he didn’t know what vern could possibly see in him worth loving. there wasn’t a way for green to realize how his heart erupted with joy at words he told himself he’d most likely never hear again. pushed back a step or two, he could only huff a disbelieving breath as green pressed their foreheads together, saying an unconvinced, “oh, yeah?” he didn’t have long to do anything as a counter, green leaning backwards enough to pull them both down onto the couch.
vernon’s uncontrollable, bubbling laughter felt nearly contagious. he couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed, heart betraying a usually impassive stance as a few notes of laughter passed his own lips. he pulled his partner close, holding him in a loving embrace. one hand gently cradled vern’s head, fingers tangled through short hair. slow to release a breath, he simply lived in the moment, taking it in for all it was worth. then, in a quiet utter, he said, “i love you, too.”
his heart felt so full that it could burst. all of it felt too good to be true. he searched vernon’s eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips - a look so gentle. he pressed a quick kiss to the other man’s forehead before resting their heads together again, eyes momentarily fluttering closed. “so much, vernon.”
mick had loved before. but with this love, tangled up with vernon in his arms, he felt like he was drowning in it every moment they were together. holding the other man close, he breathed in deeply, saying under his breath as he exhaled, voice so gently and nothing more than a whisper, “angel.” mick didn’t think he could ever get used to this feeling, something so soft and gentle in ways he never thought he’d get to experience. but as his fingers lightly traced over his lover’s skin with such familiarity in warmth, he told himself that there was never something that felt more right than this moment.
— mick had given up on looking for love long ago. after his failed relationship with ellie, he felt like there wouldn’t be any point in trying to search for a lifelong partner again. the relationship, although devastating, truly showed just how awful mickey truly was. he wasn’t an easy person to love; he struggled to even try lovehimself on his best days, let alone try and ask another person to try and do the same. he didn’t want to rope anyone in to the difficult, trying romance that loving him could be. and, more than anything, as much humility as the older man had, he didn’t want to be wrong again. the luggage of one failed relationship weighed heavily on his shoulders - an ex-fiance, a heart breaker - that putting so much work into another relationship and having nothing to show for it at the end of the road would be too devastating a blow for mickey. it wouldn’t be worth it to keep looking.
so he stopped searching. he had more or less given up on the idea of building a future with someone, managed to convince himself over time that it was better that way. it was lonelier, and more painful for a man who was once such a hopeless romantic, but it was for the best.
little did he know that he didn’t have to look for love at all; love would find its way to him whether he wanted it to or not. it almost terrified him at first when he found the person his heart adored, coming in the form of a man with bright eyes and an easy smile. too kind, too good for someone like mickey to deserve. terrified that this would be yet another person he’d only hurt in the end.
though the more time he spent with vernon, the more he came to realize that he wasn’t scared anymore. yes, mick’s heart was broken and war-torn. it was no place for anyone to try and get close, no place that anyone ought to feel comfortable in. still, green ran his fingers over the edges of his heart with such compassion and kindness; it was hard to remember what it felt like to not have it as intact as it currently was with green. he made the broken and dangerous terrain of his heart feel less daunting to be around. he made it home. if vern wanted to stay in his heart forever, mick would gladly let him. it took someone truly special to make such a cold heart feel so much warmth again. it took someone special to make mick start to doubt if he was really this awful person he’d always cracked himself up to be.
in finding vernon, he managed to find the better parts of himself he once thought were gone. would green ever realize just how much that meant to him? he doubted it.
vern gasped in surprise as the cushion collided with his side, twisting to look over at mick. the older man tried to feign innocence as he “busied” himself working on the couch, fighting a smile - though the amused gleam in his eyes more than gave away just how happy he was in that moment with green. “uh huh?” mick subtly took a step away from green, turning his head to look over towards him. he hummed, already expecting his partner to retaliate in some way. though he didn’t think anyone could ever prepare themselves for the likes of green, the other man pouncing towards him with a cushion in hand.
he initially brought his hands up to fight the man’s counter. though as arms wrapped around his neck, lips attacking him with an onslaught of kisses all over his face and neck, he could only huff a short breath, feeling the corners of his lips pull into a gentle smile. something in him went incredibly soft, hands settling on vernon’s back with practiced ease. it was too easy, instinct, to hold the man closer at every opportunity that presented itself. “you’re something, alright,” he mused as the gentle laughter started to die down. his eyes searched vern’s own, briefly touching foreheads together adoringly.
he was so soft for this man. this was the man that his heart adored. a little bit of a mess, a little more of a broken disaster than he tended to let on - and, when it came down to it, the greatest lover despite it all. an honest, selfless lover that looked at mickey and admired him despite all that his heart had been through. understood why he was the way he was, and even then, still loved him anyway. eyes wandered over vernon’s face fondly. he could’ve stayed in that moment forever.
“you know-” the soft utterance made him raise a brow. and the words that followed only made a warmth ignite under his skin, in his chest. joy. he was loved, so deeply loved. perhaps there was a part of him that had already known that long before the moment; their hearts were so entangled, it felt like he had been drowning in love long before the two of them decided to admit it. subdued features turned more revealing of how he truly felt, huffing a short breath of overwhelming joy, happiness.
he didn’t know what vern could possibly see in him worth loving. there wasn’t a way for green to realize how his heart erupted with joy at words he told himself he’d most likely never hear again. pushed back a step or two, he could only huff a disbelieving breath as green pressed their foreheads together, saying an unconvinced, “oh, yeah?” he didn’t have long to do anything as a counter, green leaning backwards enough to pull them both down onto the couch.
vernon’s uncontrollable, bubbling laughter felt nearly contagious. he couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed, heart betraying a usually impassive stance as a few notes of laughter passed his own lips. he pulled his partner close, holding him in a loving embrace. one hand gently cradled vern’s head, fingers tangled through short hair. slow to release a breath, he simply lived in the moment, taking it in for all it was worth. then, in a quiet utter, he said, “i love you, too.”
his heart felt so full that it could burst. all of it felt too good to be true. he searched vernon’s eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips - a look so gentle. he pressed a quick kiss to the other man’s forehead before resting their heads together again, eyes momentarily fluttering closed. “so much, vernon.”
mick had loved before. but with this love, tangled up with vernon in his arms, he felt like he was drowning in it every moment they were together. holding the other man close, he breathed in deeply, saying under his breath as he exhaled, voice so gently and nothing more than a whisper, “angel.” mick didn’t think he could ever get used to this feeling, something so soft and gentle in ways he never thought he’d get to experience. but as his fingers lightly traced over his lover’s skin with such familiarity in warmth, he told himself that there was never something that felt more right than this moment.