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abundanceofnots · 3 years

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a fic with a them and a kitten 🐈‍⬛❤

DANGER!

His instinct wakes him up, the familiar voice inside his head screaming at him to abandon the peaceful slumber and take cover.

Mickey’s eyes flip open to the sight of two beastly orange beams watching him from the darkness, and he scrambles back on the bed in a panic, elbowing Ian right in the back in the process.

“Not in the mood, Mick,” he murmurs sleepily from his side.

With a somewhat self-soothing litany of fuck fuck fuck fuck, Mickey leans over to flick on the table lamp on his nightstand. The creature isn’t on the bed anymore, so it’s probably not a complete idiot with suicidal tendencies (Creeping up on a guy like that, who fuckin’ does that? Only killers and morons, that’s who.), and when Mickey peeks over the edge of the mattress, he finds it sitting on the floor, staring at him with unblinking eyes.

Groaning, he rubs his face.

“What did I say about lettin’ that dirty clump of hair in the bedroom with us?”

To his annoyance, Ian just nuzzles deeper into his pillow, apparently not too preoccupied with the fact that his husband was virtually mauled in his sleep.

“S’not dirty anymore. Gave it a little bath.”

“Yeah? Bet it can still give me like uh—” Mickey blinks rapidly, the motors in his exhausted brain working overtime. “—like uh, rabies or—or AIDS!”

Ian gives a prolonged sigh. “It doesn’t have AIDS.”

“You don’t know that.”

And he really doesn’t, because the way this cat came to (temporarily!) stay with them was almost identical to how all shitty things happened to them.

The short version? They were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Ian was too much of a soft bitch to just walk away from the situation and forget it ever happened.

The long version is basically the same but in a bit more words. The vermin must’ve snuck into their apartment complex when they were coming back from the store, full arms of shopping bags obscuring Mickey’s view of his surroundings, and followed them all the way up onto the second floor, lured by the smell of their bullshit organic ham from Whole Foods—or the looks of Mickey’s juicy calves, who could really know for sure.

Mickey only noticed it when they stopped in front of their apartment door, and the thing curled itself around the toe cap of his right boot, hell-bent on digging into it with its sharp claws and kicking it with its hind legs.

And okay, back then, it was sorta funny. Mainly because this was the least predatory behavior Mickey’s ever seen in his life. There was just suddenly this thing—hardly a full-sized cat yet, covered from head to toe in mud that made her hair stick together in little hedgehog-y spikes—which already decided to take on a big scary shoe.

So obviously, Ian’s natural reaction was to start ovulating on the spot and claim they had to take it in.

Fuckin’ soft bitch.

“It’s starin’ at me,” Mickey remarks from the bed as he observes the cat-midget with a scowl. He really had to stop enabling Ian’s savior complex.

“Close your eyes.”

“What if it sneaks up on me again, slits my throat open?”

“You have a fat neck. It would have to dig real deep.”

Deciding the second-rate muff on the floor can wait, for now, Mickey turns to Ian. “Who’s side are you fuckin’ on?” he snips at the back of his head.

“My side,” Ian replies tiredly and then shuffles under his comforter to lie on his other side, facing Mickey. “Look, she was scratching at the door, meowing like crazy. You probably couldn’t hear it over your snores, but I did. What else was I supposed to do?”

Mickey watches him for a second. “I don’t snore.”

“Right.” Rolling his eyes, Ian hauls himself off the bed. “Must be my other husband, then. I always get you two confused.”

He takes out one of his older hoodies from the midsized wardrobe opposite the bed and lays it on top, fluffing it a little, so it forms an impromptu nest. Then, he gently grabs the cat and sits it on there, letting it sniff around the material for a couple of minutes before it finally settles down, leaning its head on its outstretched paws. Its eyes stay on alert.

“They like being high up,” Ian answers Mickey’s questioning looks when he comes back to bed. “So they can monitor us and the room at all times. Makes them feel safe.”

“The fuck did you learn that?”

“Google. Done some quick research last night.”

“Oh! So you become a fuckin’ cat lady in one night, but when I asked you to figure out how we could install a sex swing in the empty room—”

Reaching over him to switch the light off, Ian smacks a kiss on Mickey’s cheek.

“Goodnight, Mick.”

Reluctantly, Mickey closes his mouth, already feeling himself deflate.

Whatever. They’re getting rid of that thing later today.

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“Hey! You’re early,” Ian greets him from the couch. His head propped up on the armrest is the only part of him that Mickey can see from the door, and it makes him chuckle. This way, Ian looks like a magician’s assistant.

“Yeah. The new guys aren’t so useless after all.” Having taken his jacket off, Mickey stalks closer to the couch, his lips already curling into a smirk. “Figured we could use the time better. Maybe take the new toy for a spin. Introduce it to my assho—WHAT THE FUCK is that thing still doing here?”

The surplus pair of eyes regard him from Ian’s chest, quite unperturbed by his outburst as it gets its chin and ears scratched.

“We kinda bonded,” Ian admits sheepishly.

“I can see that.”

In the daylight, and probably after another thorough scrub, the creature’s fur got a vivid, ginger color. Mickey would probably laugh at the resemblance if he wasn’t so set on hating this thing.

“I couldn’t just ditch her. Look at her!” Ian tries to argue, as if looking at it would solve the problem.

Nah, no way. He’s not falling for this dumb big sad eyes crap again. The last time he did, he ended up with a husband in a prissy apartment on the West Side. And now, on top of that, he’ll most likely have to share it with a tiny ass-licker—and not even the kind he likes.

“Bought some stuff,” Ian adds after a pause, motioning in the direction of the kitchen counter where a stack of cans stood next to a bag of dry cat food and cat litter. “She’ll stay with us for some time. Two weeks max, I swear. And we’ll try to find her a new home in the meantime.”

Mickey surveys the counter for another beat. “That’s for two weeks?”

“Mick’s a big eater.”

He swears his eyes grow three times their standard size at that.

“You named it ‘Mick’?” he asks reproachfully.

Ian grimaces. “Yeah? But not on purpose,” he explains apologetically. “I just started telling her about you, and she seemed to perk up every time I mentioned your name. I think she thought it was her name.”

“Great.”

“You said it yourself: Mickey can be a girl’s name, too. And it makes sense because she reminds me of you in so many ways.”

Mickey inspects the cat that’s supposed to be so much like him and finds that during their conversation, she fell asleep and was now letting out these low huffs against Ian’s T-shirt.

And sure, now, in her pacified state, just sprawled like that like a hairy-ass baby on Ian’s chest, Mickey could see himself calling her cute. Maybe. Whatever.

“Even if she looks like your long-lost sister?” he jokes.

“A ginger with Milkovich attitude. Kinda perfect, don’t you think?”

As Mickey watches his big softie of a husband tenderly stroke the cat’s fur, grinning at her as if he was already completely enamored with her, he realizes that he’s smiling, too.

Ah, shit. Mickey’s so fucked.

To be continued. Maybe.

#i only have time for something short i said to myself #and then whipped out this 1.3k fluffy baby #anyway i'm dumb #hope you like it debs!#and sorry for waiting for it only for 78 years #my fics #gallavich fic #mick meet mick #shameless fanfiction #writing prompt #nancynwheeler #answered

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bravemikhailo · 2 years

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Share your Mickey mug here!

debs!! sorry this is so late, I haven’t been here in a while! but you’re SO right, everyone should see the mickey mug my dear kenny @buffymilkovich gifted me 🥺😌 it’s so perfect and I love it very very much 🧡🧡

#literally best gift ever 🧡🥰🧡🥰🧡🧡🥰#kenny I love you!!#debs I love you!!#i love my friends if that wasn’t clear enough.#asks #nancynwheeler

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keiraknighlty · 4 years

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get to know me meme: [3/10] female celebrities ↠ emma watson

I've probably earned the right to screw up a few times. I don't want the fear of failure to stop me from doing what I really care about.

#emmawatsonedit #ewatsonedit #emma watson #emmawatsongif #dailyemsten #ewatsondaily #emmawatsonsource #dailywomen #dailywatson #hermnione #wespers #winchestre #nancynwheeler #*mine #*gtkmm

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buffymilkovich · 2 years

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Nina and I wish you a speedy recovery we love you so big

nina and debs my two favourite girls 😭😭😭😭😭

why are you both the cutest in the whole world. pls give nina a big cuddle for me. and one for yourself too. thank you honey i love you so big 🥺🥰🥺🥰

#asks #nancynwheeler #debs 🥰🥰🥰#debs i love u forever and a day

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seandorothy · 4 years

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Can you believe Mickey Milkovich invented character development?

We got nothing to be ashamed of. What fucking world do you live in? You can't... you can't... you know... I don't want you to... What did I just say to you? Done is done. What, you think we're boyfriend and girlfriend here? You're nothing but a warm mouth to me. I, Mikhailo, take you, Ian, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish you till death do us part.

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tinyarmedtrex · 5 years

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reddie + in the water + first kiss

Richie watched his friends whoop and holler, celebrating the fact that they had done it. They’d survived. They’d won. It was an amazing moment. Pennywise was dead and they were free. Richie knew that as well as the rest of them but he couldn’t bring himself to celebrate with them.

Instead his eyes traveled to Eddie, who was trying to dunk Mike under the water. Both of them had their heads thrown back, belly laughs erupting from them and all Richie could think about was that Eddie had come so close to dying. Pennywise’s claw had nearly impaled him and for a terrible moment Richie had known what it would be like to not have Eddie in his life ever again.

It had terrified him.

Even watching Eddie now as he complained loudly about how dirty the water was, Richie couldn’t quite shake the feeling. It had nestled deep in his gut, the knowledge of losing something that wasn’t even his to have. Bile rose in his throat and he pushed it back down, knowing he’d never hear the end of it if he puked now.

“Rich?” Eddie swam over to him, eyes round with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing Eds.” He blinked, staring at his friend, trying to remind himself that Eddie was alive, he was fine.

“Your glasses.” Carefully, Eddie reached up and took them off Richie’s face, dunking them in the water to clean off the grime. As he did Richie’s face went to the bandaged cut on Eddie’s arm, where the claw had nicked him.

“Does it hurt?” Richie asked softly.

Eddie glanced at it before shaking his head. “No. It’ll probably get infected from this though.” He scrunched his nose in the adorable way Richie couldn’t believe he’d forgotten. How was he supposed to go back to his life, knowing that he may never see that scrunch again?

“We’ll have to amputate.” Richie joked, miming a chainsaw cutting off his arm. His heart wasn’t in it and he was sure Eddie knew. Even now, with Eddie right in front of him, his brain couldn't stop replaying that moment, how narrowly Eddie had survived, how he wouldn’t have if Richie hadn’t reacted, pushing him aside at the last second.

“Hilarious.” Eddie deadpanned. “I can see why people pay for the pleasure of watching that wit.” He raised the glasses to the sky, looking through them. They must have been slippery because they fell from his hand.

“Shit!” Both scrambled to grab them, instead knocking into each other as the glasses floated down.

“Well damn Spaghetti,” Richie said, blinking owlishly. “Now I can’t see that beautiful face.”

Eddie rolled his eyes before taking Richie’s hand. “Help me look.” He said, tugging Richie under. They dove and Richie thought that Eddie looked ethereal underwater as his hair fanned out, framing his face. It was like he didn’t belong on this world.

Maybe he doesn’t, a traitorous voice in Richie’s head said, maybe he was supposed to die there. In that sewers.

No, Richie thought as Eddie released Richie and dove deeper. He couldn’t let himself believe that. Eddie belonged here, he’d earned the right to live a long happy life, they all had.

Richie watched as he grabbed the glasses. They had settled in the silt, almost looking like they’d been there for years.

As he came back up Eddie stopped, looking into Richie’s eyes. Alive, Richie reminded himself. He’s alive.

Almost as if Eddie heard his monologue he moved in, pressing his lips briefly to Richie’s.

“What-” Richie tried to exclaim but instead he got a mouthful of water.

Eddie laughed and pulled him up, bringing him away from the others as they surfaced.

“What the hell was that?” Richie asked, pushing his hair out of his face and gaping at Eddie.

Eddie’s eyes met his, determined. “I nearly died down there. I would have, if it wasn’t for you. I’m not letting either of us waste this second chance.”

Then, softer, almost hesitantly, Eddie added. “And I thought it was about time we had our first kiss.”

Richie exhaled, staring at his friend, the first boy he’d had a crush on, the one who still had his heart, the one who’d defied some cosmic odds and lived, and he nodded. They’d survived, all of them. They could do anything now.

“What about our second kiss?” He asked.

Eddie laughed, wiping Richie’s glasses on his shirt before placing them back on his face and kissing him, his hands finding Richie’s cheeks and Richie’s going to his back, pulling him in close. They kissed until the others saw and teased them- and then gave them the middle finger and kissed more. They’d earned it.

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#reddie #kiss prompt #slowly finishing these #one day they'll be done #tinyarmedtwrites #nancynwheeler

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kexing · 4 years

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bdn hanscom-marsh is PROOF ben gets pegged every night

it IS and you’re right

#this meme took me TEN minutes to make #please appreciate it #nancynwheeler #mail

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abundanceofnots · 3 years

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a fic with their daughter in the cutest scenario you can think of

(oof. no pressure then!)

With Toe happily babbling in her high chair, Mickey feels confident he finally has enough time to prepare his morning coffee. He clicks the switch on the machine and stares vacantly as it comes alive, trying not to fall asleep on his feet.

The baby behind him makes a high-pitched squeal, and before Mickey can gruffly remark something along the lines of fucks there to be so cheerful about at 6.30 in the morning, he's enveloped from behind by a pair of strong arms. As hard-pressed kisses trail all the way up from his shoulder to his cheek, he closes his eyes, letting out a content sigh.

"Morning," Ian whispers in between the touches of his lips. He drops his chin into the crook of Mickey's neck and squeezes him tighter, making them sway to a non-existent melody. "You making coffee for me, too?"

"No," Mickey lies. "And could you at least pretend like you didn't wake up all Little Mary Sunshine today? Not all of us can sleep through the sound of a wailing baby."

"Sorry. Told you to give me a gentle nudge next time that happens."

"I would, but it sure as fuck wouldn't be gentle."

Ian chuckles lowly. "Fuck gentle then," he mutters, gripping Mickey's earlobe in a light bite.

Mickey slaps his hands away. "Would you stop giving her a show?" he accuses, feeling his smile slip out from underneath his put-on annoyed expression.

"Daddy's a little grumpy today, Toe," Ian tells their daughter conspiratorially as he hooks his finger in the waistband of Mickey's boxers, tugging him closer. "How should we cheer him up?"

"Da-da!" Toe exclaims all of a sudden, making them both freeze.

"Did she just--?"

"Holy shit."

They stand in their kitchen like two wide-eyed idiots, processing what they just heard with Ian's finger still gripping at Mickey's underwear while Toe gets occupied again by sucking on her fist.

"Can't believe it."

"Yeah."

"She just called me dada."

Mickey pulls away so quickly his waistband snaps. "Asshole, she was clearly talking to me."

"Not fucking likely. She was clearly answering my question."

They both crouch around the high chair, talking over each other as the baby watches, loving the attention from her dads.

"Hey, jelly bean, could you please explain to your dad that the sleep deprivation is making him delusional?"

"Don't worry, kid, we both know that dad is just getting too many ideas in that big ginger head of his. We're best buds."

"Yeah, well, I'm the one who reads to her. Remind me, have you learned how to read yet?"

"Oh, a fucking classic! Reading! Don't even bother, she loves watching the TV with me more than that, anyways."

"Not as much as she loves our afternoon strolls around the neighborhood."

"Doesn't she sleep through those? Plus, we both know how much she enjoys our quiet mornings together while you're getting your beauty sleep."

That finally hits the spot. Ian straightens up, pouting as he measures them both with a hard look.

"That's it," he decides after a bit. "I'm setting up an alarm for tomorrow. No more morning bonding without me, you two!"

I wish you would write a fic where…

#hiii debs my dearest chum ✨#i promise i'm gonna get to your other msgs as soon as inspiration strikes #fanfics ask #nancynwheeler #answered #meta ficlet #toe fic 🍅#i'm sorry this one is too silly maybe #but hopefully there are some cute bits in there too!#my fics

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bravemikhailo · 2 years

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Mickey is the bravest boy ever 🥺❤

debs!! yes yes he is!!! he deserves all the love I will praise him forever 💘💞💕💖💕💞💖💘

#bravest boy exactly 😌#asks #nancynwheeler

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sarah-snook · 5 years

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22 + reddie

thank you @lvndrpnk for the idea

“Where’d you get that? How much money did you waste this time?”

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Eddie sat on his porch, chin resting on his hand as he tapped his foot impatiently. He rolled his eyes as he checked his watch and let out a loud sigh. 5:15 p.m. Richie was late. This was their first date and he was late.

Maybe he’s just running late…This is Richie after all…

He nodded to himself, thinking how very likely the idea of Richie running late was. Richie was never on time to anything. Whether it be days at the quarry or even his own birthday party, Richie was never one to be on time. In fact, it had come to the point where the losers would even tell Richie a different start time just so he would get to things they all planned on time.

I’ll wait 15 more minutes. He’s probably on his way right now. Just 15 more minutes.

It was 6:30 p.m. when Eddie decided that maybe, just maybe, Richie wasn’t going to come. He stood up, brushing the bottom of his shorts off before turning back towards his front door. As he turned the knob on the door, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

“I should have known he was messing around.” Eddie sighed as he opened his door and stepped in. “Of course he wasn’t serious about this. Of course it was a joke.”

Eddie made his way to his living room and as he plopped down on the couch, he was grateful that his mom was gone for the evening. He didn’t want her to see him. He didn’t want anyone to see the way his lip trembled and the way his eyes were scrunched up in an attempt to keep the tears threatening to pour form his eyes at bay.

He took deep breaths, willing himself to calm down. His mind wouldn’t let him though. Thoughts of Richie calling him “his love” and “cute” as he pinched his cheeks plagued his mind, aggravating the pain he felt in his chest.

You should have known better than to take one of his stupid jokes seriously.

He rubbed at his eyes, seconds away from falling apart at the realization that this was all just a joke to Richie. He didn’t mean any of the words he’d said to Eddie and he never would.

Great. This is great, actually. I don’t have to keep hoping, wishing, that he’d like me back. This is just the wake up call I needed. I finally know Richie will never-

A frantic knock at his door interrupted his thoughts, making him jump in surprise. He checked his watch again, reading 7:05 p.m., and squinted at the door. As he stood up and made his way to the door, he willed himself not to get his hopes up, not to think that the person on the other side of the door would be Richie.

Eddie opened the door cautiously, quickly stepping aside when Richie pushed and stumbled his way in, a giant, red monkey cradled in his arms. “Hey Eds, sorry I’m late!”

“Where’d you get that?” Eddie completely ignored Richie’s comment as he pointed at the monkey, making a face at the bright red color of the fur. There was only one place he could have gotten that, Eddie knew that, he didn’t even have to ask. “How much money did you waste this time?”

“Listen,” Richie began as he walked towards Eddie’s living room and dumped the monkey on the sofa. He turned towards Eddie and held onto his hand, looking at him with wide eyes. “That’s not important right now. What’s important is that I apologize.”

“For what?” Eddie asked, feigning ignorance. They both knew what this was about, but he wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. Richie had taken this joke to far, and for that Eddie would make him plead for forgiveness.

“What do you mean for what?” Richie furrowed his eyebrow in confusion, as he stepped closer to Eddie. “Our date, remember? I’m really fucking late!”

“Oh, you were serious?” Eddie asked, folding his arms defensively as he looked away. “I thought it was just a joke. Like all the other times.”

“What-No Eds I-” Richie stuttered as he worked to find the right words to say. He was panicking now, Eddie could see that clearly. He peered back over at him, raising his eyebrow and tilting his head at Richie as if to say “explain yourself”.

“I-I was at the arcade-”

“No shit, I couldn’t tell.” Eddie scoffed as he pointedly looked at the monkey.

“I was at the arcade,” Richie began again, as he looked at Eddie with pleading eyes, begging him to listen. “because there was something I absolutely had to win.”

“So you ditched me, making me think you stood me up just so you could win a stupid stuffed animal that probably cost you all of your money??”

“Fuck-No Eds!” Richie said as he pulled a reluctant Eddie towards him, hugging him as closely as Eddie would allow. Eddie could feel the way Richie’s heart was beating fast and wondered if it was from nerves or something else. “I was trying to win something for you.”

“If it’s that monkey, I don’t want it.” Eddie said as he let himself relax into Richie’s arms. He buried his head in the soft fabric of Richie’s shirt and closed his eyes. As much as he wanted to stay mad at Richie, the fact that he had been late, not because he had forgotten about their date or because it was a joke, but because he had been trying to get something for Eddie, put him at ease. This was real. Richie was here, holding him and telling him everything he wanted to hear, had been hoping to hear.

“Don’t say that about our son Eds.” Richie scolded as he gently pulled away from Eddie. Richie looked at him with a huge smile, and Eddie felt as if he could melt. At his words, at the way he was looking at Eddie with the fondest expression he had ever seen on Richie.

“Oh, we have a son now? I don’t remember agreeing to that.” Eddie teased, matching Richie’s smile with one of his own. “There’s no ring on my finger so I refuse to believe this child is mine.”

“Ok, first of all, that doesn’t make sense.” Richie laughed as Eddie punched him lightly on the arm, a whispered “shut up” escaping his lips. “You don’t have to be married to someone to have kids with them.”

“I know, I was just jok-”

“Second of all,” Richie interrupted him, refusing to let him play off his joke. “If a ring is what you want, does this work for you?”

Richie reached into his pocket, pulling out a chunky rhinestone ring, and presented it to Eddie on one knee. Eddie’s eyes widened at this, cheeks flushing at the sight before him.

“What the hell Richie!” Exclaimed Eddie as he continued to stare at the ring presented to him. “We haven’t even had our first date yet.”

“Yeah, well…” Richie grinned at him, that fond expression once again making it’s way back onto his face as if it was reserved only for Eddie. “When have you ever known me to do anything in the proper order anyway?”

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