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Hay It's Getting Cold Out
“The fuck?” Ian’s words stumbled from his lips as he walked into the apartment to find straw littering all over the kitchen floor.
Mickey’s head peeked up from behind the kitchen island and he ducked back down.
“Mickey why does our apartment look like a barn?” Ian walked over to the kitchen island and found Mickey on his knees surrounded by straw and plastic storage bins.
“I’ll clean it up.” Mickey muttered as he picked a knife up and jammed it into the bin, sawing a square into it before punching it through.
“What are you doing?” Ian asked trying not to sound accusatory but not being sure if he was succeeding.
Mickey paused and looked up at Ian, “It’s getting cold out, it's going to get colder this weekend, like below twenty degrees out.”
Ian raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, and we live in Chicago, this happens a lot in the fall and winter.”
“Well, I wanted to do something for Clawdia, but everything I was looking at was super expensive. But then I found this do it yourself thing and it would only cost about ten bucks.”
“Claudia?”
Mickey grimaced, “Clawdia, the cat that has the missing leg that hangs out around the pool in the summer.”
“You named her Clawdia?”
Mickey groaned, “Yes I named her, yes I’ve been feeding her, and no I don’t want her to get cold this winter, so I’m making her this cat house. But when I went to ordered the straw to get delivered I thought a bale was only like a pound or two, turns out it’s a fuckton. So I’m making more than one for any of Clawdia’s friends that get cold this winter and want a nice warm box.”
Ian felt his lips curve up in a smile, “That’s so s-”
“Fuck off Gallagher.” Mickey huffed sinking back down to keep sawing at the plastic bin.
“You know if you wanted a cat-”
Mickey groaned, “Fuck OFF.”
Ian looked at the mess and shook his head, he went to the bedroom and put his phone on the charger before digging into the closet and grabbing another knife from the closet.
He came back into the kitchen and sunk onto the floor across from Mickey.
Mickey eyed him as he grabbed another one of the storage bins and stabbed the knife into the side before sawing a line into it.
Ian glanced up at Mickey and grinned as he sawed the square out of the bin and punched it through.
Together they made six cat shelters, even with each one stuffed full of hay they still had a good amount left over.
“How about we go to the hardware store and get some wood? Make a big shelter for the rest of the hay?” Ian suggested when they finished sweeping and bagging the remainder of the straw up from the kitchen floor.
“I didn’t want to make it a big project.” Mickey sighed tying the bag up and shoving it aside.
“I know, but I’m sure we can budget it enough to make it work, besides what else would we use the hay for?” Ian asked with a laugh.
Mickey smirked, “Well, there is that fantasy about doing it in the loft of a barn in the hay.”
Ian’s laugh slipped from his face and he looked at his husband sternly, “We are NOT putting that hay in our bed.”
Mickey laughed reaching up and cupping Ian’s face with his hands, “C’mon Carrot Farmer, you know you need to make sure the stable hand is doing the chores.”
Ian let Mickey pull him into a kiss before gripping his wrists gently, “No way. Now let’s get these ones out to Clawdia before it does get cold out.”
Mickey rolled his eyes, “Spoil sport.”
“Well we couldn’t have done that at a better time.” Ian muttered as he looked at the picture Mickey had sent him.
Clawdia the three legged cat in one of the shelter boxes with four little puffy kittens around her.
“You know, that extra room we have would make a good nursery.” Mickey mused over the phone.
“No way.” Ian’s voice was firm, but when he looked at that photo again he felt his heart melting.
“Only Clawdia, and only her kittens. And once they’re all old enough we’re getting them all fixed.”
“Glad you’re agreeable because I already brought them inside. And since we still had that hay I took out the drawers of the dresser and put some in each.”
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i need to share this thought with you skhfd. so you know in ginger snaps where ginger says “trina.. stick my fist” i’ve thinking about a scenario where reader says the same to kiara after shes pissed you off, i can’t think of a scenario rn but thats been rampant in my brain lately lmaooo
please this is literally kitten/heyward!reader and kiara because they rlly just dont along 😭 i gave her one of trinas lines in an old hc drabble! i based them on ginger actually!!!
imagine it’s after you and jj really start dating and she’s surprisingly the one who has a problem with it. he can’t even pick you up without a snide comment.
“i see you’re off to pick up your girlfriend from kindergarten.” kie crosses her arms and glares across the lawn as jj revs up his bike.
he just sighs and puts his hat back on his head, “please be nice kie, you can’t get rid of her she’s literally pope’s sister.”
“whatever.”
it should have ended there but it just couldn’t, and you were in a shit mood from shit classes and unfortunately kiara wanted to pile more shit onto it.
you were visibly irked as you walked into the chateau, making a beeline straight for the fridge without much more than a curt “wassup” to everyone inside.
“jayj i don’t get why you’re so insistent on cradle robbing, maybe you should stick to girls your age.”
that was really enough, without so much as looking up from the leftover pizza you were devouring you sneer, “kie, stick my fist.” a quick glance around the room and anyone could see the tense laughter being held back, “fucking cunt.”
with that the tension is released, pope’s snicker sets off a chain reaction until everyone but kiara was laughing, “kiara one thing you need to learn about younger sisters okay? they always get the last word man…always.”
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