#ʙɪɢᴀꜱꜱʜᴇᴀʀᴛ | she/her | 21+
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( mikey remained slumped against the bathtub. his heart was still racing from the coke he’d just taken, his jaw working restlessly as he stared at the opposite wall.
tears slipped silently down his cheeks, his shoulders trembling with the effort of suppressing his sobs.
when —
— richie’s voice came through the door announcing he was leaving, mikey’s head lifted sharply. his lips parted, but no words came. he wanted to call after him, apologise and ask him to stay.
instead, he pressed the heel of his hand to his eyes, swallowing a shaky breath. )
—
mikey watches him with intent. he can’t help but lick his lips, admiring the other male in silent awe. his hazy gaze observes his licks, and then his slender bony fingers as he holds the joint and passes it over.
michael takes his hit, sinking backwards into the couch.
—
mikey knew that richie knew more than he let on. the berzatto’s eyes were often glassy, with tiny black pinpricks against his brown irises — all thanks to the opioids.
“ oh, do the honours, for sure, ” mikey hums in content. the pair of them had been at this for years. they —
mikey doesn’t fight him. in fact, he throws an arm around his shoulder, drawing him in that bit closer.
“ nothin’ you need to know about, friend, ” he hummed, nuzzling his nose into richie’s neck with a sniff. he smelt of weed, smoke and kitchen grease. just the way michael —
“ sup? ”
mikey saunters over, flopping onto the couch beside richie. he plants a sloppy wet kiss onto his cheek before tearing his jacket off. the fall weather seems to have crept up on them already.
“ whatcha got for me? ”
he’s quick. twenty minutes or so. mikey stumbles through the door, slamming it behind him. his big, boisterous personality is recognisable immediately.
“ yo, yo, yo, cousin. ”
