I love your username and I would love to know if you have any headcanons about Ian calling Mickey ‘pookie bear Mick’? 👀 💖
calli my love ❤️🔥 i've always kind of imagined it happening as an accident, maybe when ian's trying out different pet names for mickey that he's found on tiktok or from a group of friends 👀 something like...
Ian knows that Mickey loves pet names. It's fucking darling to watch his reaction when Ian tries out a new one, just to see how it goes. If Mickey likes it, Ian starts to incorporate it into the cycle of pet names that he uses. He likes using pet names for Mickey, especially since it allows him to express his love in little ways.
He learns "pookie" or "pookie bear" from one the folks he meets from a growhouse, and Ian just knows he has to try it on Mickey. So, that night, he walks up to his husband on the couch to ask him what he wants for dinner.
"You hungry?" Ian asks, sitting down next to Mickey and throwing his arm around the man's shoulders. He pulls him in and places a soft kiss to his head.
"Fuck yeah I'm hungry," Mickey grumbles back. It's clear Ian's waited a little too long to feed his grumpy husband.
"Gonna make pancakes for dinner, I think," Ian notes, kissing Mickey's head once again. "That okay, pookie?" His heart is racing as he pulls back a bit and scans Mickey's face for a reaction.
It's pretty unclear how things are going to go until Mickey's blushing a bit and then he shakes his head with a little chuckle.
"That one's fuckin' stupid," Mickey replies with a snort. But Ian saw that blush. He knows damn well that Mickey likes it, even if he won't say it.
"Guy at the growhouse was calling people 'pookie bear' and shit," Ian chuckles a long with him. He squeezes Mickey's shoulder before he gets up and presses a short kiss to the other man's forhead.
"I like it," Mickey mumbles softly when Ian, giving Ian the sweetest, goofiest fucking smile in the world.
"Good," Ian hums as he pulls away to head to the kitchen with a little smirk.
Adding "pookie" and "pookie bear" to the list of good pet names, Ian thinks. He grabs the pancake mix and chocolate chips to start on pancakes for him and his husband. Who would have thought.
paging @galladrabbles and sweet keely @thepupperino for a very last minute drabble this week! it's been a couple of months since i've done one and this is most certainly not my best but i've been constantly thinking about cute uncle mick being a SAP for his niece so here u go 💗 (editing to add: @atthedugouts who also did a little uncle drabble this week - ur the one who has me thinking about uncles so thank u)
“Please?” Franny asked her uncles with a smile, her two front teeth missing. She looked back and forth between her uncles but kept her eyes focused a little harder on Mickey. “Pretty please, Uncle Mickey?”
Ian knew right then that they were fucked. Mickey was absolutely going to cave. He knew that Mickey could never say no to Franny, and especially not when she was looking at him like that. This is exactly why Mickey was the favorite uncle.
Mickey tilted his head to the side and looked over at Ian. “Well, Red,” he started. “Hope you’re hungry for pizza.”
Aching for some slow dancing or touching their waist to move past them for the prompts 🙏
i just feel like ian would always be wanting to slow dance with mickey. like all the time. he'd be a little cheeseball and put on music and make mickey dance with him just because he loves him and wants to be close to his hubby <3
Mickey always lets Ian pick the music when they're cooking together, and Ian is always grateful. He loves Mickey's dad rock Spotify playlists, but after listening to them all day when they're out on the job, all Ian really wants to put on some slow, soft, indie music to help him relax.
He and Mickey jabber their way through making supper, Ian talking about some family drama happening between Lip and Tami and Mickey going on about Iggy trying to find a legal job. They keep yapping all the way through their meal, too, just enjoying hearing each other talk. Listening to the other's stories about what's going on with their respective in-laws, mostly, since they spend pretty much all day together.
Once they're done eating, Ian gets up and takes their dishes to the sink while Mickey reminds him that they need to kid-proof the apartment for Franny's stay this weekend. Ian chuckles and gives a quiet "I know, Mick, I remember" as he grabs his phone and changes the music.
He turns back to Mickey, a big grin on his face, as the strings start playing over the small speaker.
♫ At last...
My love has come along ♫
He holds out his hands for Mickey, who rolls his eyes, but still takes them and stands with a grin.
"Fuckin' sap," Mickey teases, shaking his head with a small chuckle and wrapping his arms around Ian's waist.
♫ My lonely days, are over ♫
"You know it, baby," Ian smiles, leaning in to Mickey's teasing and wrapping his arms around his husband.
♫ And life is like a song...
Oh, yeah, yeah ♫
Ian pulls Mickey close and Mickey leans his head on Ian's chest, letting him take the lead in swaying them back and forth to the music.
♫ At last
The skies above are blue ♫
They move back and forth together in their small kitchen and dining space, swaying along to the music and enjoying a soft moment made just for them.
This, Ian thinks, is the perfect way to finish a busy Tuesday.
thanks @jrooc for the @galladrabbles prompt this week!! i've been obsessed with everyone's drabbles so far 🥺❤️ when i saw the prompt all i could think about was mitski and ian being a sap, so here's some of that 🥰❣️🌈✨
Ian likes TikTok about as much as any other millennial. He enjoys watching the viral trends and sharing goofy videos with his husband. Sometimes he’ll even try out a trend, but he never posts anything.
But this one… This one he might actually participate in for real. Every video he sees with this sound makes him think of Mickey.
So, he makes an Instagram post, picking each photo carefully before adding on the sweet song.
@twinklyylights has the cutest prompt for @galladrabbles this week and it's got me feeling inspired! a little shout out to @whatthebodygraspsnot also for writing a cute little ficlet about mickey going to the gym so he can lift ian - i got some inspiration from this, as well!
this is my first time doing a drabble, and i'm definitely not a writer, BUT i do love fluff and cuddly husbands, and i'd like to share some cute shit with y'all. anyways, please be kind <3
“Uh-uh, too tired to move to the bed, Mickey,” Ian complained, eyes closed and voice full of sleep.
“Neck’s gonna hurt like a bitch in the morning, man,” Mickey said, trying to convince Ian to get up. “Come on.”
Ian seemed to only settle into the couch more as Mickey was grumbling at him. Mickey looked down at his sleepy husband, who looked perfectly content to sleep with his neck all crooked.
He got up and wiggled his arms under his giant husband, scooping him up and walking him to the bedroom.
Ian smiled sweetly against his neck. “Thanks, Mick.”
Laughing/smiling into kisses; pulling away and looking at each other with softened smiles !
this one is so cute!!! i'm doing a little bday moment for ian <3
The last thing Ian expected to wake up to on his birthday was an empty bed. He rolled over to find that his husband was gone, which was definitely out of the ordinary because Ian always had to coax Mickey out of bed after their multiple alarms let them know it was time to get up and ready for work.
Ian checked the time, 7:52AM, earlier than their usual 8AM alarm. This made it even stranger that Mickey wasn't in bed with him. He listened closely to see if he could hear anything to signal that Mickey was moving around somewhere in their small apartment. Strangely, he felt like he could hear a pin drop.
"Mick?" he called out to what seemed to be an empty apartment.
No reply. He rolled back to his other side and reached out for his phone, pulling up his messages to shoot Mickey a quick "where tf r u" text. It was Thursday, after all. They needed to be ready to leave their apartment by 9:30 to get to the growhouse for their first pickup of the day, and Ian was really hoping to have some lazy birthday sex before hopping in the shower.
He gave himself a couple more minutes in bed, scrolling on Instagram and responding to some "Happy Birthday Ian!!" text messages from his siblings, before he decided that it was time for him to get up and start some coffee. Fiona had sent him a french press and some coffee grounds from her favorite local shop in Florida for his birthday, and Ian was enjoying his fancy new kitchen gadget.
Mickey still hadn't responded to his text, so Ian started calling him as he measured out the grounds. He listened to the line ring two or three times before hearing jingling of keys and the unlocking of their apartment door.
"Where'd you go off to before 8 in the morning?" Ian asked, glancing over at the door as it opened before ending his phone call and grabbing the kettle to fill up with water.
"Well," Mickey started, shuffling out of his boots and moving into the kitchen, "I was hoping to surprise you with some breakfast from that café you're always talking about, but it seems the cat's outta the bag on that one."
Ian chuckled softly, setting the kettle on the burner and cranking it to high heat. "I told you you didn't have to do anything for my birthday, Mick. Getting together with the family for dinner and cake feels like a celebration enough for me."
He turned to face his husband, who was standing next to their small table with a soft smile and eyebrows raised. Mickey had just set down two styrofoam boxes of take out on the table, but still had a small bouquet of blue flowers in his hand.
"Wanted to," he said quickly to Ian, stepping forward and closing the gap between them.
Ian wrapped his arms around Mickey's waist and leaned down to kiss him, pulling Mickey in closer as he slotted their lips together.
He pulled back and looked at the flowers in Mickey's hand. "Sap," he teased with a small giggle, before leaning in and kissing Mickey again.
"Yeah, yeah," Mickey grumbled. "Your birthday's so close to Mother's Day that all the shops had flowers on sale. Couldn't fuckin' get out of there without someone putting flowers in my face." Despite the grumbling, Mickey was smiling softly up at Ian.
Ian absolutely loved that his husband was sweet and loving with him like this, getting up early to get him flowers and a special breakfast for his birthday. "Sure, Mick," he said sweetly, smiling back at Mickey. He leaned down and kissed Mickey once more through a big smile.
"Happy Birthday, lover," Mickey spoke softly, smiling sweetly back at Ian and meeting his gaze.
In this space right here
that we have made for each other,
you can say anything
and I will not abandon you.
Unwrap the worst things you have done.
Watch me hold them up to the light
and not even flinch.
thank you @ardent-fox for this week's @galladrabbles prompt! this poem is so lovely <3
Mickey didn’t realize the joy he would feel when he and Ian moved into their own space.
A space that was built for just him and Ian - nobody else.
They put up silly posters and Mickey made some drawings that Ian promptly framed to hang on the wall. They were building a home together in their small (but cozy) apartment on the West Side.
Here, he was safe. He was with Ian, who loved him for all that he is - the good, the bad, the really bad, and Ian’s favorite; the soft, sweet loverboy that he’s always been deep down.
thanks to @blue-disco-lights for the @galladrabbles prompt this week! i'm sick today and feeling the achy, so here's some fluff <3
There’s nothing that Mickey hates more than being sick. The stuffy nose, scratchy throat, and sore, achy muscles. God, he’s miserable. There’s not much he can do but sit under a blanket, watching the stupid cooking channel and wait for his cold meds to kick in.
But then, of course, his sweet husband gets home from work, kissing his forehead as he sets down a bag of takeout.
“Picked up some chicken noodle soup from the diner down the street. Debbie swears by it,” he says sweetly with a smile. “Says it always makes Franny feel better when she’s sick.”
