Fic, Punch Drunk Love
Title: Punch Drunk Love
Ship: Mick x Coraline
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Angst
Summary: In the short time Mick was human again, there were many things he got to have again. Alcohol was one of those things, but the passionate thoughts in his mind seemed to thrive on when he was vunerable. MickCoraline. OneShot.
Author Note: This is actually my first MickCoraline fic. And it takes place in between post-The Mortal Cure and pre-Fated to Pretend.
Now that he was human for the first time in more than half a decade, there were plenty of things Mick was eager to finally be able to experience again. Food was one of those things, definitely food, sleeping in somewhere other than a freezer, and maybe actually being able to go out in the sun without having to layer himself up completely with clothes and sunscreen.
However, there were a few things that Mick didn’t really consider. There were even things that he hadn’t even thought about having again. One of those things was a little bit of a shaky subject. Though Mick might have enjoyed it, alcohol never exactly ended up doing good things to his head. Still, he wanted it; you couldn’t exactly drink or get drunk as a vampire. No one was going to go spike the blood bank. There was no way to have it as a vampire really, some thought that trying to feed off of drunks would work, but really all it did was leave a sour taste in your mouth.
Mick was up for anything he could get his hands on while he was still human, trying to get all out of that he could before the cure wore off. And sometimes, this interfered with his common sense. Mick was aware that it wasn’t exactly the best idea to down close to a whole bottle of scotch in about an hour, but he was anyway.
And, when Mick is drunk, the little hamster in his mind seems to find a little picture of Coraline that he has in his back pocket for safe keeping, and he won’t get rid of it.
Mick’s subconscious loved to seem to do that, throw thoughts of her at him like grenades, and when he was drunk they only got worse. More vivid, more passionate, more real, and it seemed to like to make him think or do crazy things as well.
It was pretty unexpected too. At one moment, Mick was just sitting there. At a table, the close to empty bottle of scotch still next to him, and all he could really smell was alcohol. Then, the image of her flashed into his mind, not of the last time that he saw her, but of the first time that he did. It was strange, and maybe it was just the scotch getting to his head, but he felt as if he was actually there, back when he first saw her, and was clueless and had no idea what he was getting himself into.
He loved it.
He could see her, yes it was definitely the scotch now, and she was there with him, in the same exact dress he had seen her in when he first met her. He went to reach over at her and suddenly he could feel himself come back to earth by hearing the huge crash of a bottle slamming to the floor.
Mick looked down at the broken glass, almost falling down while doing so, and he came back up shaking his head, trying to get the alcohol and Coraline out of his system.
As he sat trying to regain himself, Mick started having more logical and slightly sober thoughts come into his mind. Even so, his subconscious was still at work, as the far question that popped into his mind was about Coraline.
Where was she?
It was something he didn’t really consider until now, and it made him a bit curious. It was obvious where ever she was going she did not want to be, but he still had no clue of where that could be.
Mick closed his eyes, wincing from the burning that he felt in them as he did, and shook his head again, trying to get all the crazy thoughts out of his mind.
Maybe there were things that he shouldn’t try again while he was human, and now it was apparent that alcohol was one of them. It made him think insane things.
Or maybe his subconscious just enjoyed indulging in that side of him.
Close his eyes again, Mick laid his head on the table, trying to clear his mind or just hoping that he would at least fall asleep.
So he could sleep away the person who could be considered his drug.
Ship: Mick x Coraline
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Angst
Summary: In the short time Mick was human again, there were many things he got to have again. Alcohol was one of those things, but the passionate thoughts in his mind seemed to thrive on when he was vunerable. MickCoraline. OneShot.
Author Note: This is actually my first MickCoraline fic. And it takes place in between post-The Mortal Cure and pre-Fated to Pretend.
Now that he was human for the first time in more than half a decade, there were plenty of things Mick was eager to finally be able to experience again. Food was one of those things, definitely food, sleeping in somewhere other than a freezer, and maybe actually being able to go out in the sun without having to layer himself up completely with clothes and sunscreen.
However, there were a few things that Mick didn’t really consider. There were even things that he hadn’t even thought about having again. One of those things was a little bit of a shaky subject. Though Mick might have enjoyed it, alcohol never exactly ended up doing good things to his head. Still, he wanted it; you couldn’t exactly drink or get drunk as a vampire. No one was going to go spike the blood bank. There was no way to have it as a vampire really, some thought that trying to feed off of drunks would work, but really all it did was leave a sour taste in your mouth.
Mick was up for anything he could get his hands on while he was still human, trying to get all out of that he could before the cure wore off. And sometimes, this interfered with his common sense. Mick was aware that it wasn’t exactly the best idea to down close to a whole bottle of scotch in about an hour, but he was anyway.
And, when Mick is drunk, the little hamster in his mind seems to find a little picture of Coraline that he has in his back pocket for safe keeping, and he won’t get rid of it.
Mick’s subconscious loved to seem to do that, throw thoughts of her at him like grenades, and when he was drunk they only got worse. More vivid, more passionate, more real, and it seemed to like to make him think or do crazy things as well.
It was pretty unexpected too. At one moment, Mick was just sitting there. At a table, the close to empty bottle of scotch still next to him, and all he could really smell was alcohol. Then, the image of her flashed into his mind, not of the last time that he saw her, but of the first time that he did. It was strange, and maybe it was just the scotch getting to his head, but he felt as if he was actually there, back when he first saw her, and was clueless and had no idea what he was getting himself into.
He loved it.
He could see her, yes it was definitely the scotch now, and she was there with him, in the same exact dress he had seen her in when he first met her. He went to reach over at her and suddenly he could feel himself come back to earth by hearing the huge crash of a bottle slamming to the floor.
Mick looked down at the broken glass, almost falling down while doing so, and he came back up shaking his head, trying to get the alcohol and Coraline out of his system.
As he sat trying to regain himself, Mick started having more logical and slightly sober thoughts come into his mind. Even so, his subconscious was still at work, as the far question that popped into his mind was about Coraline.
Where was she?
It was something he didn’t really consider until now, and it made him a bit curious. It was obvious where ever she was going she did not want to be, but he still had no clue of where that could be.
Mick closed his eyes, wincing from the burning that he felt in them as he did, and shook his head again, trying to get all the crazy thoughts out of his mind.
Maybe there were things that he shouldn’t try again while he was human, and now it was apparent that alcohol was one of them. It made him think insane things.
Or maybe his subconscious just enjoyed indulging in that side of him.
Close his eyes again, Mick laid his head on the table, trying to clear his mind or just hoping that he would at least fall asleep.
So he could sleep away the person who could be considered his drug.