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shadowhive) wrote2019-01-26 11:30 am
shadowhive) wrote2019-01-26 11:30 am
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Closing A Goddamn Door
Closing A Goddamn Door
Pairing: Mikey Way/Ryan Ross
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff really
Notes: Forturps prompt to the snowflake thing, pets (also inspired by their snowflake drabble)
Notes 2: So I’m taking a brief break from working on the Ray fic to do this one quick (I’m gonna do ficlets for all of the snowflake prompts I got, since no one else has... apart from mine that’d need to be longer)
Mikey smiled as Ryan led him towards Panic!’s tourbus. They’d made out in a backstage corridor a few minutes earlier and Ryan insisted that if they go further it should be back on his bus. That was, of course, fine by Mikey and he was all too willing to go along with it.
That was something Mikey loved about Warped, that they were so many hot and willing bandboys that he could hook up with.
They stopped at Panic!’s bus and Ryan flushed him a smile as he inputted the code to open the door. “Here we are, the guys should still be out so we should have the place all to ourselves...”
As soon as Mikey followed him into the bus he knew that wasn’t exactly true. He heard sounds of movement and Ryan quickly exclaimed back to him. “Quick, close the door!”
Mikey blinked in confusion behind his glasses, but pushed the door closed behind him. When he looked at Ryan he blinked again, seeing exactly why he’d asked him to. “Are those... cats?” He’d heard Ray mention that someone one the tour had a bus of cars, but had dismissed it as a drunken rumour.
“Hey cuties, this is Mikey!” Ryan beamed down at them and there was three that Mikey could see. A ginger one, a black one and a tabby with one eye. They all crowded around Ryan, looking up at him with adoration. One was already playing with his laces. Ryan smiled, but soon caught himself and turned to Mikey. “Yeah, these are my cats. I hope you’re not allergic or anything.” A look of worry crossed his face then and Mikey couldn’t help but smile at the ridiculousness of it all.
“No, it’s fine.” He crouched down, reaching for the nearest one and stroking it’s head gently. The cat seemed to like that, leaning into his touch and purring softly.
“Oh that’s good! Spence was sure I’d end up being called a crazy cat man.” He grinned down at Mikey as the black cat went to sniff their new visitor. “They like you, that’s always a good sign. I’ll just sort them out then we can... have some fun of you want.”
“Yeah, sure.” Mikey replied, smiling as the black cat rubbed up against his leg. There was just something so calming about these little guys. Mikey knew he’d have to ask their names when Ryan was done, but right now he was just lost in their cute little faces.
He knew whatever happened he’d definitely find a reason to come back to the Panic! bus again.
Pairing: Mikey Way/Ryan Ross
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff really
Notes: For
turps prompt to the snowflake thing, pets (also inspired by their snowflake drabble)Notes 2: So I’m taking a brief break from working on the Ray fic to do this one quick (I’m gonna do ficlets for all of the snowflake prompts I got, since no one else has... apart from mine that’d need to be longer)
Mikey smiled as Ryan led him towards Panic!’s tourbus. They’d made out in a backstage corridor a few minutes earlier and Ryan insisted that if they go further it should be back on his bus. That was, of course, fine by Mikey and he was all too willing to go along with it.
That was something Mikey loved about Warped, that they were so many hot and willing bandboys that he could hook up with.
They stopped at Panic!’s bus and Ryan flushed him a smile as he inputted the code to open the door. “Here we are, the guys should still be out so we should have the place all to ourselves...”
As soon as Mikey followed him into the bus he knew that wasn’t exactly true. He heard sounds of movement and Ryan quickly exclaimed back to him. “Quick, close the door!”
Mikey blinked in confusion behind his glasses, but pushed the door closed behind him. When he looked at Ryan he blinked again, seeing exactly why he’d asked him to. “Are those... cats?” He’d heard Ray mention that someone one the tour had a bus of cars, but had dismissed it as a drunken rumour.
“Hey cuties, this is Mikey!” Ryan beamed down at them and there was three that Mikey could see. A ginger one, a black one and a tabby with one eye. They all crowded around Ryan, looking up at him with adoration. One was already playing with his laces. Ryan smiled, but soon caught himself and turned to Mikey. “Yeah, these are my cats. I hope you’re not allergic or anything.” A look of worry crossed his face then and Mikey couldn’t help but smile at the ridiculousness of it all.
“No, it’s fine.” He crouched down, reaching for the nearest one and stroking it’s head gently. The cat seemed to like that, leaning into his touch and purring softly.
“Oh that’s good! Spence was sure I’d end up being called a crazy cat man.” He grinned down at Mikey as the black cat went to sniff their new visitor. “They like you, that’s always a good sign. I’ll just sort them out then we can... have some fun of you want.”
“Yeah, sure.” Mikey replied, smiling as the black cat rubbed up against his leg. There was just something so calming about these little guys. Mikey knew he’d have to ask their names when Ryan was done, but right now he was just lost in their cute little faces.
He knew whatever happened he’d definitely find a reason to come back to the Panic! bus again.
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(I definitely read these in the right order ;))
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Yay!
Now keep your eyes open...
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Thank you!
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💜
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(sorry for not having a cat-icon)
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