Aug 28, 2025
Everything about Mickey is beautiful including his nickname Mickey and his full name Mikhailo 💖
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Everything about Mickey is beautiful including his nickname Mickey and his full name Mikhailo 💖
i saw you ask people about mickey's first name and when did ian found out, what do you think?😇
Hey Anon! Hahah yes I'm nosy like that (:
I think Ian has tried to ask Mickey / guess pretty soon after they started hanging out, Mickey probably shrugged him off, or let him believe it was Michael or something. He already told Mickey about his middle name being Clayton, like his biological dad apparently, but Mickey didn't share his.
But Ian must have know when he visited him in juvie! I doubt that he just said "Mickey Milkovich" or guessed "Michael Milkovich" and the guy at the front desk asked "Do you mean Mikhailo Milkovich?" So he said yes but kept it to himself and didn't say anything to Mickey.
About Mickey's middle name... Maybe Mandy got mad at Mickey one time and called him "Mikhailo Aleksandr Milkovich!" and that's also how Ian learnt the correct pronunciation.
He doesn't call him Mikhailo for a long time though...
Where Have You Been? Ch 6
There was something about living in such a small town that made Mikhailo itch.
It wasn’t like it was the first time either.
Shortly before he was born, in his last life, he had died on a rollercoaster in the same small town.
He swore up and down that it was purely luck that brought him back to the same town, right around the same age, to go to the same school he went to.
He didn't know much, but he did know there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d join the choir again.
He did his best to find some of his old friends, but he knew that some people were going to be dead ends. Talia and Jane- no, Penny, were going to be so much older than him now, so it was no use trying to reach out there.
He did look though.
Talia appeared to drop off the face of the planet shortly after his own death.
Penny’s accounts were all private, but she had plenty of posts, so he had to assume the best.
He was able to find the rest of the choir easy enough, each of them seeming to have been brought back to where they started. He was just glad to see that all of them seemed to be doing well.
They all seemed happy.
And he was content to not get involved, to let each of his old friends live their new lives to the fullest, without having to be reminded of the lives they each had to let go of.
He couldn’t stop running into Clove though.
The week he had moved in with his cousin Inessa and found himself back in Uranium City, he was put in Poetry, the only empty elective class, and placed next to them.
They’d write about their hopes and dreams, their pain and the secrets that weighed on their souls.
The basic idea was all too familiar to Mikhailo; he quickly found that the thin line between rap and poetry was a good beat.
Clove sat next to him, passing their works to him for editing or general approval, which Mikhailo gave without hesitation.
They hadn’t spoken since they left high school, and he didn’t try to force the bond farther than Grade 11 poetry,
Which is why it was almost funny to see a message notification pop up on his Grindr, for someone with the name Clove.
Their profile said they were 19 and that was about the only detail given.
He figured he’d humor the message, see what they wanted.
“I just moved into a new apartment, want to help me christen it”
Mikhailo snorted at the message, thinking back to the tragic romantic he had once known.
“Want to get lunch first,” his fingers hovered over the keys, trying to decide if it would even be a good idea.
He hit send.
It took nearly two minutes before he got a response.
“I’m still unpacking, but if you want to bring dinner with you tonight, we could do that”
“Sounds like a plan, any request?”
“Bring whatever you like”
Mikhailo sat his phone down and thought about what going through with this would mean.
For starters, it meant he’d lose his virginity to his closest friend, well, someone who was at one point his closest friend.
He began to reminisce on their last life. The pizza nights where they sat a little too close to each other, the movie nights where Noel would steal his seat, only to be met with a 185 pound Ukrainian playing the part of a lap dog. How he tried to grab Noel’s hand when the rollercoaster went off its track.
He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, swiping tears away before they could fall.
Mikhailo didn’t often mourn the life he once had, but it stung from time to time.
He decided to lay on his bed for a few minutes and watch tiktoks, a valid distraction from his own brain. It wasn’t until his phone vibrated with another notification from Grindr, that he finally checked the time.
It was nearly five in the afternoon.
“Just finished unpacking, I’ll send my address here in a few,” read the first message, followed quickly by, “If you haven’t already picked somewhere, can you get me something from Blackwood’s”
Mikhailo smiled at the screen.
He then went to the website and placed an order for pickup since it was on the way. What better way to set the mood than vegan sandwiches and gluten-free brownies.
Fu Mihajlo che spinse Sejdov ad entrare in contatto con i partigiani
Fu Mihajlo che spinse Sejdov ad entrare in contatto con i partigiani
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Mickey + not knowing what other people are saying
“who is like God?”
“I am like God.”
Something wicked this way comes.
I had posted these once before on my Homebrewed IInd Legion's RP blog when I was still running it (sometimes I think to reboot it lol). However, I've added a few new main Legionnaires to the group and also made a reference for my Primarch!
All of these (except for the artwork of Valerian, that's was made by me) were created using Chapter Generator!