about him

on the surface, mikey's just a local bin man; a pint, a cigarette, a laugh with the lads. a typical working-class bloke. but there's far more beneath that

michael grew up in care after his mother overdosed, spending five months in the system before his older brother took him in and set him up in an old caravan in cornwall. at eighteen, he worked maintenance at the campsite and started going by his middle name, tom, trying to build a life separate from his past. he even had a girlfriend from school, though that ended when she realised she was a lesbian

now he's chasing the idea of a 'normal' life — wife, house, kid — but normal doesn't come easy for someone like him so that never quite worked out. the only time he gets close is with someone who fits him just right. that's where i come in

i'm actually working on a long fic all about him and us. it's nowhere near finished yet but it should give some good insight into mikey's backstory as well as my role in his life

riptide: chapter summaries

michael suddenly gets the feeling he needs to go back to the caravan where he used to live and takes me (or the reader) with him. his caravan is rundown and looks like depression and it isn't just because it's been unlived in for years. michael finally gives me a little context and we decide we can go from there

mikey's half

lovesong // the cure
the masterplan // oasis
enjoy the silence // depeche mode
my iron lung // radiohead
end of a century // blur
you can have it all // kaiser chiefs
ashes to ashes // david bowie
goodbye yellow brick road // elton john
the man who sold the world // midge ure
don't leave me now // pink floyd

my half

airwaves // thomas dolby
cast no shadow // oasis
do you want to know a secret // the beatles
live and let die // wings
master and servant // depeche mode
sail to the moon // radiohead
save your kisses for me // brotherhood of man
streets of london // ralph mctell
the lovecats // the cure
we belong // dove cameron

quotes

you're the best thing that's happened to me
^michael

whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same
^{emily brontë}

current tarot

feels emotionally complete yet still forming something tangible. there's real potential for lasting love and stability but the energy between us can be impulsive or guarded at times. the bond pushes both of us toward honesty, balance and accountability; love that asks us to grow, not hide

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