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Prompt: Fresh
Fresh Hell
Running into his husband’s ex—the one that holds most of the 13% of Ian’s heart that Mickey doesn’t—carrying luggage into their apartment building is a new fresh hell that Mickey could’ve gone his entire life without experiencing.
Yet here he is.
And the way Ian smiles when he asks, “Trevor? Are you moving in?” makes Mickey’s blood run cold.
No, it’s only temporary while Trevor’s landlord fixes some water damage.
It’s cold comfort when Ian whispers, “Huh. Trevor,” then louder, “I’m gonna call Lip.”
Mickey feels his stomach drop as Ian slides the balcony door closed behind him.