fiafaust (AO3) suggested that I have Iggy and the other Milkovich brothers being supportive of Mickey's being gay.

I am so sorry that this took so long. I wanted to make sure that I got it right. I hope that you enjoy it! :)

Mickey held his new purple tie in his hand, not a hundred percent sure what tomorrow was hold. He was getting married the next day, and his anxiety was mounting.

Someone knocked on his door and then opened it when he never responded, "Dude? Did you hear me? Dinner's ready." His brother, Iggy, said as he leaned against the doorframe.

Mickey exhaled slowly with a quiver of nervousness in it, "Yeah. I'll be right there."

"You nervous?" Iggy asked, for once actually making the fact that he did care known.

Mickey nodded briskly, "I'm fuckin' freakin' out. What if Terry comes?"

"He won't come. He's in jail and even if he made it out, your bro's have got your back. We won't let him in."

Mickey gulped, knowing that this was a serious statement, he didn't know what to say until the awkward, "thanks," came out. He turned the purple tie over in his hands repeatedly. It was the color that Ian had chosen for their wedding color.

"You know that none of us care that you're gay." Iggy said as he patted Mickey on the back, "We all got your back."

Mickey rubbed his hands together with the tie between them, "I'm fuckin' nervous. What if we get up there and he leaves. What if he decides he doesn't want to get married?"

Iggy scoffed, "He's not gonna do that, and you fuckin' know it. He's like head-over-heals with you." Iggy said as he took the tie from his brother and draped it over the doorknob, "by tomorrow night, you'll be a married man, Mick. Nothing to be scared of. Where's the other groom speaking of which?"

"At his house. He's prepping his suit and everything other there since he's going over there in the morning... something about it being bad luck seeing him getting dressed. Not like I've never seen it before... but he'll be back soon hopefully."

Iggy slapped Mickey on the back, "Go eat, kid."

Mickey smacked his brother's arm, "Fuck you. I'm not a kid."

"You're short and you're my little bro, therefore you are a kid."

Mickey got up and went into the kitchen just as Ian was arriving home, "heyo."

"In the kitchen!" Mickey shouted as he drew circles on the table with his finger.

Ian sauntered his way into the kitchen, "I'm back." He stole a piece of bacon and pressed a kiss to Mickey's cheek, "how are you, soon-to-be hubby?"

"Fine. It was fine." Mickey said as he picked up the remaining piece of bacon. "Why did you steal my bacon, bitch?"

"I believe the term is hot bitch who fucks me." Ian said as he brought the delicious fatty bacon to his mouth.

Mickey snickered and pointed to the chair and with his mouth half full said, "You gonna sit?"

Ian sat down and tapped his finger on the table, "Did you make sure that everything fits?"

Mickey nodded, "Yeah. Everything fits well. What about you?"

"Yeah. Everything fits. Does it feel kinda weird that tomorrow we're getting married?" Ian asked as his fingers slowly found Mickey's hand and stroked the top of it.

The brunet sighed, "It's hard to believe that we haven't gotten married already. I feel like we have been married for a long time."

Ian nodded and Mickey cast his gaze to the table as Ian said, "Yeah. I agree. But tomorrow, it's gonna be real, Mick. We're going to be married after tomorrow."

A small grin crossed Mickey's face and he brought his other hand on top of Ian's, "I love you."