sweet sugar
“But someday he could’ve changed,” Ian supplies quietly. His hand in Mickey’s hair tightens. “Maybe he would’ve shown up one day and loved you enough to not hurt you.”
I was not free
archiveofourown.org/works/18150287
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internalized_misogyny
Like, I’m supposed to tell him about shit, but some shit’s gonna hurt him, right? So how do I find the line?”
Nope,” Mickey says. “If God’s real, I think he’s got a lot of fucking explaining to do.”
I need peace
archiveofourown.org/works/18293702
I was not free
archiveofourown.org/works/18150287
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internalized_misogyny
Like, I’m supposed to tell him about shit, but some shit’s gonna hurt him, right? So how do I find the line?”
Nope,” Mickey says. “If God’s real, I think he’s got a lot of fucking explaining to do.”
I need peace
archiveofourown.org/works/18293702