#mickey angst

Fandom: Mickey (and friends/family)

Prompts;

Mind control

Paralytic drugs

Alt 8: Made to Watch

"No ones coming"

Alright, so I am way better at Donald Duck than Mickey, but I wanted to give it a try. I have not played the video games really (though I have wanted to), but I've done a little research. So forgive any oofs and oocs, thanks guys!

Break my heart why dontcha 🥺❤️

———

Axel was always pretty open with his feelings for you; while you never took them to heart, the constant ‘dates’ he would take you on meant something to him, and he wasn’t about to act like the didn’t.

But it didn’t matter to you. You saw it as nothing more. And Axel wasn’t going to force it to be anything more😔

Gordan goes through hell and high water to be there for you. Battles gods and monsters to keep you, the light of his life, separated from the absolute madness that is Gordan Merkel. His love for you, his adoration isn’t open and clear, but it is there.

And maybe that’s why it’s best if you don’t know his feelings. Maybe it’s best that you get mad at the circumstances and just let his heartbreak heal😞

Henry Pearl.. “the best boyfriend you’ve never had.” He’s your best friend, your confidant, your man, he’s so close to you that you can’t even tell the absolute love he has for you, how painfully, deeply, sickeningly in love with you he is.

But if it keeps you in his life... he’s not going to risk making it anything more😣

Mark doesn’t fall for anyone. Love is nothing more than this stupid excuse to waste money and time and emotions. It’s all superficial and bullshit to mark, and when you get hurt from all of your friends getting together, Mark is on your side, spending all his time getting you drunk and high, anything to numb the pain of heartbreak.

But what you fail to see is that your Mark’s exception to his ‘Fuck Love’ rule. Like hell he’s going to let you find out either😒

Mickey... the exact opposite of mark. He falls for everyone, it hurts. But you’re different. You know how he feels about you, but you’re unaware of the extent that he so clearly tries to show you. When you complain about never finding love, all mickey wants to do is hold you, smother you in kisses and confess his feelings.

But he never will. Because that’s not what you really need. He’s not what you really need😣

Roman knows better than to let anyone in his cold, dark heart. Everyone who does ends up destroyed. But not you. He won’t let it happen to you.

Fucking Roman nightly just to feel something, some form of relief from this hatred of yourself and love, only to then cum messily and cry as you polish off a cigarette next to him... it’s all he can safely offer you.

Being heart broken and used is better than being dead😖

On a lighter note The Kid has not one ounce of shame to just curl up in your lap and smother you in all the affections and sweet words he can offer. He admits his love for you on the daily, meaning every vowel that passes his pretty lips.

If you choose not to believe him... that’s on you.

———-

You hadn’t meant for it to happen. Truly. It was an accident through and through.

You think.

Watching Axel and Mickey eyefuck each other every hour of the day was hard. It was obnoxious, obvious, and it always left a sour taste in your mouth. No matter how much you adored your men, there was always something that made you ache at the sight of them; always kissing and cuddling, Mickey always seemingly getting that little extra TLC that you needed and yet, for some reason, they started to deny you.

You’d snuck out while they were napping on the couch together, and after driving around the city for a few hours, you felt better. You ran into an old friend, hung out for a while with her, drinking at little side coffee houses and she just gave you the best advice in regards to this situation. She made you feel listened to, loved, and it made you feel good. The goodness of what Mickey used to give only you, and the goodness you wish Axel would give you.

Maybe.. maybe too good.

you finally returned home, feeling more anxious about the effects that this could cause than the actual act itself. The sun was low in the sky, indicating just how long you’d been gone, and when you passed through the threshold of your front door, Mickey practically knocks you over as he hugs you tightly.

“Baby, I was so fucking worried!” He says with a whine. “I-I-I sent you so many texts! Where were you?”

You swallowed, having seen his notifications and just ignoring them. It wasn’t to hurt him, it was to be alone. He had Axel- the least he could allow you is silence.

“I’m fine, handsome,” you assure, giving him a kiss on his cheek. Then, your face hardens slightly, “but I need to tell you both... I’ve met someone.”

Axel’s massive frame emerges from behind Mickey’s, the latter looking like he’s about to throw up from your serious words.

“Y-You what?” He squeaks, paler than before and his eyes turn glassy. You shush him and shake your head, “no no baby, she’ll just be... my Axel; but nothing between us will change.” Giving him a small kiss on the tip of his nose, you hold up a single finger to tell them to wait, and you gently grab the wrist of the blonde in the doorframe.

“Mickey, Axel, this is Jules- an old friend and...” you lace your fingers with hers. “Someone willing to participate in this experiment.” Your voice holds minimal room for argument, and your heart nearly shatters as Mickey’s lip wobbles.

You knew he’d take this hard; but he wasn’t your problem. Your problem was Axel, who merely watched in silence as Jules and Mickey shook hands.

“W-Well, lets not be rude,” Mickey sniffles, tipping his head to the living room with a fake, sad smile. “Come on Jules- I’d like to get to know you more.”

Jules kisses your cheek softly and gives you a reassuring smile, leaving you to join Mickey in the living room. Unfortunately, also leaving you to the testing gaze of Axel, his piercing green eyes cold and full of disappointment and disgust.

You sigh, “shall we join them-“

“You couldn’t even pretend to like me?” He growls. “I gave you all the love I could muster, if you weren’t fucking interested-“

“I was interested, Axel!” You whisper your yell, poking his chest. “You! You were the one who worshipped Mickey day in and day out, barely sparing me a glance! Now I want a piece of that feeling and I’m the asshole! Seriously?”

The drama, I love😫💕

———

Axel absolutely goes insane when you safeword. You assure him that you’re going to be okay and that you were just overwhelmed.

But it’s more than that to Axel. To him, you’re his baby, his absolute world and he crumbles at the mere idea of him hurting you or making you any form of uncomfortable. When you safeword, he avoids you like the plague, knowing you need him but not being able to comply and give in.

He hurt you, and that’s all he knows now.

Gordan does get very anxious when you safeword, but he also knows how to make it better. He blows cool air on your face and strokes your face soothingly, reminding you that he loves you so much and how strong you are. He thanks you over and over again for stopping him, and once you’ve finally let his words sink in, then he leaves you to do what you need.

Whatever will make you feel comfortable again

Henry and The Kid are two people you don’t really safeword with. Their whole life in and out of the bedroom is to please you, make sure your pleasures come first. They live off your praise, making sure to get the clear to continue with everything.

You’re their whole world, their queen, their everything, and they’ll be damned if you think any less

Mark. Mark, Mark Mark. It’s hard to safe word with Mark because he just makes you so overwhelmed and intense and so stimulated, your body just jumps from one focus to another. And he knows this, especially when you’re hate fucking. And because he knows this, he knows your safeword is always on the tip of your tongue, he has to make it better in every way, shape, and form with aftercare and next-day experiences.

He’s lucky he’s so good with aftercare

Mickey is sorta like Henry and the Kid, but there are rare occasions when he gets possessive and rough, covering you with marks and making you tear up at the intensity.

But the minute you safeword... the second that word passes your lips, that complete dominance and roughness washes from him and he feels absolutely awful. When you safeword, it’s almost like you both need to assure each other. He cuddles you close, brushing the hair from your face while you sniffle against him, just holding each other close in silence.

He takes care of you once your better, but his domdrop is absolutely insane, he will- like axel- avoid you until you corner him, pull him into a hug and assure him that you’re not mad and that you miss him.

Roman is very rough in bed. But he bever exactly crosses that threshold of pain unless he’s in a bad mood. Then, more than not, you have to wrench yourself from his grip, scream your safeword and let the world stop while you sob and gasp for breath.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, getting on his hands and knees to make himself smaller. Your eyes are glazed and your mind is anywhere else, but you slowly nod, seeing the emerald green of his eyes makes you come back considerably. He lets you cry and curl away from him, his mind going to the darkest of holes while he desperately tries to bring you back out of this headspace.

Roman loves you. And the idea of you fearing him is enough to make him sick.

Alyssa🥺 why you hurt me like dis?

Keep doing it

——-

Axel gets mad. He gets annoyed. But it takes a lot to get him to that point of no return when he blacks out in his anger. He usually drinks to numb it, though he knows it’s not good for him. He just convinces himself that someone will forgive him and orders another😞

Gordan doesn’t really get to that level of anger. Because of his line of work, he can’t let things get to him. He just has to roll his shoulders, maybe smoke a cigarette or seven to calm himself down. He usually goes out to find some easy girl to fool around with, someone to take his frustrations out. It’s a weakness of his, but he can’t fix it. It’s a soothing enough remedy that he can’t be bothered to stop😣

Henry cries. My poor baby, he turns bright red, gets a nervous stutter and cries from embarrassment and frustrations. He also, if pushed so far, gets almost violent, throwing things and destroying his hard work on his art before collapsing into tears🥺

Honestly, Mark and Roman are in a constant state of anger. The safest thing is to not push them into a corner for interrogation or push their buttons or make them look like a fool. They fight back almost immediately, no shame in the truths they know. When they’re mad, they’re mad. But they hold grudges. They hold frustrations. They have no problem making people hurt, anything to show the world who really has the bigger balls and that they’re stronger😩

On the flip side, Mickey doesn’t get mad that often. He can take fuckery really well and is pretty strong minded and able to hold himself.

The only time people better watch their fucking mouths are when they talk about people he love. When they mess with his S/O or family or friends, he will absolutely black out and destroy whoever. He fights to avenge, not for glory🤧

The Kid knows enough about fighting to give a solid punch or smack to put someone in their place. The only issue is that so many people are already after him, people are already so cautious, everytime he raises his hand to someone, his face drops and he collapses to his knees, crying about how he wants to be good😢

Baby... baBY, DARLING, PLEASE

——-

The fire of pain resonating from your chest roared through your body as the screaming Mickey picked you up in his arms to cradle you, tears slipping from his wailing face and onto your bloodstained, dimming one. There was a deep ringing in your ears, though you assume that it’s from the bang of the gun and the pain that follows. You smile at the irony of it all- wanting to start a new, wanting to make your shared dream a reality, own a home with him, have a child, all of it, taken from you within a fourth of a second. Your eyes dip slightly, only to fly back open when mickey grabs your face in his hands.

“Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes!” He screams, applying pressure to the wound. You shush him softly, swallowing a thick ball of your blood.

“Baby,” you mumble calmly, a ring of light clouding the outside of your vision, leaving only mickey. “It’s okay... you’re gonna be okay... but you gotta go-“

“Don’t fucking say that!”

You chuckle weakly, feeling exhaustion wash over you. The only thing you can feel is the hellfire in your body, damning it to the soul that you could never shake if you lived. You stared up at the man and saw your life roll in front of you; the good and the bad, and as you feel the beats of your heart slow, you gently blink tears away.

“Go... and finish,” you manage. “My dream... our dream...” you sniffle a sob, the salty liquid making a clear line through the blood spattered on your face. “I need you to.”

“Not without you!” He screams. “Fuck you! I need you!”

Your face pinched as your head spins with your last attempt to cling to life. “Shh... quiet, baby. I love you so much, Mickey. You were-“ you turn your head weakly to vomit the growing ball of blood from your body. He gasps around a wail as you do, but when you turn to face him, you smile again as your eyes finally dip shut, the last breath expressing your finally point to the man who loved you, the man you wanted to grow old with.