Fics like the edge of all we’ve ever known

That stupid plastic bag holds its shape like it’s frozen in time, like it’s meant to rest there over his father’s dead body forever, and Mickey can’t stand it. Something about the way the plastic reflects the light, the way it’s stretched over Terry’s unmoving face, pressed against his already blue lips. “Get it off him,” Mickey mutters, taking a step towards his father. “Get that fucking thing off his head—” “Mickey,” Ian says, grabbing his arm. “We can’t.” “Get it off!” Mickey yells as the first tear falls, ripping his arm out of Ian’s grasp. Mickey’s fast but his husband is faster—thinking clearer, probably, even though they’re both still in shock. Ian gets two arms around Mickey’s waist and hauls him backwards before Mickey can come within arm’s reach of the body. // 11x08: mickey has a panic attack after finding his dead father

Fics like the edge of all we’ve ever known

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