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for @tsuga-of-mars' prompt, mush, for this week's @galladrabbles. forgive me, the word isn't exactly spelled right here XD ik nobody wants to think abt it but this is prob set during their quarantine

Mickey retches into the bowl that Ian's holding. "Fuck! This bush tastes like dogshit."

Ian sighs and rests the back of his hand on Mickey's forehead for dramatics. "Well, healthy food almost never tastes good. Alright, alright, I'll go buy some medicine. Stay here."

Mickey rolls his eyes. "Dowhere else to be."

He stands up. Right after he puts on a mask, Mickey wraps his arms around his neck and kisses him.

"What was that for?"

Mickey can see Ian's cheeks grow even behind the mask. "Just go, dubass."

Ian and Mickey's hands.

An internal monologue being defined here as "the voice in your head that your thoughts are thought in." And for the multilingual internal monologue havers - which language do the thoughts appear in?

Ok this one is a bit angsty for me but It is a hug to everyone who sees and tries to understand and protect their mental health.

Ian glanced out the window, watching the sky darken as thunder gathered on the horizon. “Mania builds the same way,” he said, very carefully.

Mickey walked toward Ian, sensing the shift. “It starts as a rumble you think you can ignore, then it grows, pressure stacking until your world explodes.

Lightning split the sky, and Ian shrank, not from fear, but recognition. “People think it’s energy,” he mused . “But it’s pressure. It’s drowning upward.” A large boom followed, loud and merciless. Ian exhaled. “Hard to outrun.”