27 please and thank you!
27. Do they have any ‘firsts’ in their new place?
Look i got extremely carried away with this im so sorry i dont even think it fits the ask game anymore??
Ps. There’s a surprise at the end
Ian has a thing about firsts. The first time they make a real dinner together, the first time they sleep in their own bed (that was theirs first), or the first time they watch the entire Star Wars original trilogy.
But something that really makes Ian breathless in the best way possible, is the first time Mickey writes him a note. A simple handwritten note on an old piece of paper.
He thinks back on the last eleven years together and can’t recall a single time Mickey ever wrote him anything.
The first note he finds simply says, ‘Gone to get bagels. M x’
He smiles because Mickey could have just texted him, or poked him awake to let him know – But instead, he writes a note and leaves it on Ian’s bedside table next to a fresh glass of water and his morning pills.
Ian keeps the note in the bottom drawer of his bedside table next to a photo of his mom and a ticket from his first white sox game (It wasn’t his ticket, he found it on the ground after he jumped the fence of the stadium with Lip).
It only happens a few times, on the rare occasions Ian is asleep while Mickey is awake.
His bedside drawer is now growing with notes, each their own little mundane message that makes his heart double in size.
‘Ran out of washing powder, getting some. Mick’
‘Breads fucking mouldy. M’
‘Ms Callaghan two floors up has a leaky sink, gone to check it out. Mickey x’
‘Out of smokes. M x’
One day Mickey is searching for a spare phone charger and opens the bottom drawer on Ian’s bedside table and sees the little collection of notes.
“You kept these things?” He’s holding them in his hand, fingering through them carefully.
“Yeah,” Ian shrugs self-consciously, “First time you ever hand-wrote me something, felt important.”
“Chh, soft bitch,” He’s got a fond smile as Ian grabs the notes and lays them on the mattress so he can grab at Mickey properly. He pulls his hips square against his own and leans down to press a delicate kiss to Mickey’s forehead.
“You love it.”
Mickey looks up at him with soft eyes and hums in agreement, “It isn’t though, y’know,”
“Isn’t what?”
“First time I hand-wrote you somethin’”
Ian gives him this confused puppy look, head tilted to the side slightly and eyebrows furrowed.
“Wrote you a letter ‘bout a week after I got to Mexico,” He looks nervous admitting it, eyes dropping down to the collar of Ian’s shirt. He reaches a hand up and fiddles with the fabric.
“What? I never got that.”
Mickey has a sad smile when he says “I never sent it.”
“Mick-”
“Think I still got it ‘round here somewhere.”
Ian frantically leans in, pressing a hard kiss to Mickey’s lips and bringing his hands up to hold his head firmly. He pulls away after a long minute and searches Mickey’s eyes.
“Can I read it?”
