#mickey 001

Things have been complicated with the Whitlock-Holmes twins.  Maverick knew the burden fell upon him, since the incident he had been pushing Mickey away.  And when they were together, Maverick took out his frustrations on his twin…why?  Because Mickey was the one person in the universe that he knew without a shadow of the doubt would still love him and forgive him for his behavior.

“Thanks for driving,” he commented quietly as they were heading down the street.  Currently, Maverick still was unable to drive.  “You know where you are going right?”  It never failed, Maverick on edge.  Anxious about getting there on time and making sure he brought all the proper equipment for the two of them.  

“So…” He paused, his eyes looking over at his brother whose eyes were on the road.  “I uh, I know I have been…well I’ve been difficult and taking things out on you that aren’t your fault.  I’m sorry, I don’t want to be at odds with you.”

If there was one place in the world Yu hated, it was hospitals and doctors offices. It just reminded him of his dad a little too much. So, even if he was as sick as a dog, he tended to avoid going to see a doctor and would just ride his illness out in bed and hope it passed on it's own. However, this time, it was not passing. He'd had the shivers, a raging headache and a bit of an upset stomach for some days now, making it think it was more than just a common cold. But like hell he was going to drag himself to see a doctor. So, instead he decided to drag himself over to Mickey's.

Sure, he wasn't a fully trained doctor. But he was a med student, that was about the same thing in his mind. And sure, they hadn't kept the greatest of contact since they shared a room back in uni, they had kept in contact enough to at least know where the guy was staying. Which was why he now found himself on the doorstep, a shake smile on his lips as it opened. "It's not as bad as it looks," he was quick to cut in before Mickey could even say anything about how pale he looked. "Can I come in?"

just like a tattoo i’ll always have you

Even with the truce in tact, it was strange to show up at the Devil’s clubhouse. It was weird being in Wexton. She parked on the other side of the street, and got catcalled walking across the road. Mickey was, luckily, waiting for her out by the gate. “Hi, gorgeous,” Marnie greeted him with a smile and a chaste kiss on the cheek. “How are you? Ready to do this?” She’d only ever gotten the one tattoo before. Eighteen and a way to commemorate her mother while also defying her father. A band of hearts spread out in the space at her spine. Her father didn’t even notice. Or care enough to comment on it. 

The first time hurt. Enough to make her cry and will the pain to stop. But she was a new person, now. She’d done things she’d never imagined herself ever doing. She could handle this, right? Marnie took a breath, shoulders visibly rising and falling. “You drew up my design okay?”