Drish please I am now thinking about mickey waking ian up and I am 🥰🥰🥰
Some suggestions:
Normally they wake up with ian spooned up to him and mickey will just lay there luxuriating in it for a bit, stroke ian's arms where he can, reach his hand up to scritch his head, he whispers soft little things to see if ian is up, just babbles some little nonsenses at him, if he's conscious it will turn into a conversation, if he's not yet sometimes Mickey will tell him things he's not quite ready to say straight out, things he's scared of, things he regrets, things he used to think about when they were young, and the sound of his voice eventually pulls ian from sleep but until it does it's kind if like practice, for when he's ready to say it for real.
Sometimes if mickey gets up to pee first thing ian turns over in his sleep so mickey snuggles up to his back, threads his arms under ian's arms and strokes at his chest as he rubs his nose against the back of ian's neck and shoulders, flattening his face against his skin and dropping little flat-lipped kisses as he goes. His thumb strokes across ian's sternum and when ian starts to stir and brings his hand up to cover mickey's, mickey makes little jokes in his ear about topping him until they're both laughing into sleepy kisses.
Or if Ian takes a nap while mickey gets dinner ready sometimes he'll bring a slice of tomato through into the bedroom and waft it under ian's nose just to see him smile in his sleep and mumble something about fertiliser before he rouses.
Some mornings ian is dead to the world and even though they've got blinds in the new apartment it's still way too bright and Mickey can't sleep in so he rolls himself fully over Ian and flattens himself out on top of him and blows on his face until Ian wakes up laughing at the way his husband is a whole entire troll and agrees to either blow him or make him pancakes.
On special days like birthdays and Christmas and St paddy's day and Tuesday, he wakes him up with a bj 🤫
omg mace is yqhbr ian ever gonna tag mickey to do a picrew and then comment about on his cuteness when he reluctantly does it???? because...I would like to see it.
nay.
I would pay to see it. where do I send my cash?!?
howl my beloved, oh my god. you’ve gotta be a mind reader because i was ruminating on this all day yesterday 👀 i’m genuinely unsure about whether or not yqhbr mickey would make one and post it publicly for people to see — his anxieties about his identity & privacy are still going strong! though i do think if ian in particular asked him to or tagged him to do it, he would. because of course he would ajskskdj — and then of course ian would freak the fuck out because dark hair, blue eyes, surly expression ticks every one of his boxes 😌
if you’d like to make this happen, you can mail cash or a money order to Space Mace Industries, 6969 Tag Game Lane, Las Vegas, NV 💌
(and because i Am what i Am, i’ve included some lil yqhbr mickey picrews below the cut 🥰)
Hi hi hi hi hi 😊 if you are of a mind to do more of these, how about
40. Almost kiss + 78. Above the influence 😘 😊
40. almost kiss + 78. above the influence (continuation of 3x05)
“whatever,” mickey scoffs, putting out his smoke and jumping down from where he’s been perched all afternoon watching gallagher do his stupid fucking rotc drills.
he avoids making eye contact after he hears a small huff of a laugh, knowing that ian is watching him with a smug smile.
it’s not the first time that this has come up—the kissing thing—and despite mickey’s best efforts, it probably won’t be the last. he’s threatened him, punched him, told him to get the fuck off him, anything to try and get it through ian’s head that he’s not his little girlfriend. they’re friends… friends who fuck, a lot, but that’s it.
and he’s not fucking scared.
he decides to take off, it’s too hot and they’ve been out here too long, having spent the entire morning dragging tires and other shit up and down the abandoned building, setting up the obstacle course. and he’s not going to take the bait, he’s not going to let gallagher goad him into anything.
ian can fuck off.
mickey’s eyes quickly dart over to where ian starts another circuit through the course.
he doesn’t make it far before he hears “hey!” called out behind him, but mickey doesn’t change his pace or turn around in acknowledgement. “wait up!”
mickey makes his way to the graffiti-covered stairwell, he can hear the swish of coarse fabric and thumps of heavy boots against the concrete steps.
“dick,” ian breaths out when he lets the door close on him, causing the edges of mickey’s mouth to turn upward.
it doesn’t take long before they’re walking side-by-side, stepping over broken bottles and trash, gravel crunching under their weight.
“so?” ian asks, breaking the silence.
“so what?”
“so you gonna help me or not?”
“you really want me to help you rob some old bag?” mickey asks, glancing over and meeting ian’s smirk with his own.
“yeah,” ian confirms. “it’ll be easy,” he adds, nonchalantly. his response makes mickey laugh, wondering if ian’s ever really robbed anyone before. as mickey sees it, getting your needs met ain’t robbing, that’s surviving, but taking shit for fun? well, that’s a different story.
“alright,” mickey nods. “yeah.”
“yeah?”
“i fuckin’ said yeah,” he growls back, reaching into his pocket for a crumpled pack of cigarettes. mickey taps out the last one and his lighter, tossing the now empty pack onto the ground. he barely takes one hit before ian reaches over, snatching it out of his hand.
“--the fuck,” he complains, reaching out to take it back but ian’s quicker, his lanky freckled arms, swatting him away time and time again.
mickey can’t help smiling as ian starts to laugh, keeping the lit cigarette between his teeth to bat at mickey with both hands now. their movements intensify as ian taps mickey’s stomach, causing mickey to arch a playful eyebrow and attempt to grab him, but ian takes off down an alley.
it feels stupid, chasing after ian like they’re little kids, huffing out laughs and fuck you’s as he gets close then ian darts out of the way, spinning around him with relative ease.
“no no no,” ian laughs when mickey finally catches him, pushing him up against the dirty bricks of the long abandoned alley, both of their chests heaving as they try to catch their breath. despite the lack of oxygen, mickey plucks the near finished smoke from ian’s hand, keeping him pinned with a hand on his shoulder as he makes a show of taking the last hit before tossing it on the ground.
blowing the smoke out through his nostrils, mickey looks up, taking in ian’s grin. their laughter died down and their movements slowed, leaving them overheated and sweaty, pressed up against each other.
mickey notices that ian’s eyes briefly leave his own, trailing down to his lips, before returning, soft but focused. all he would have to do is lean up an inch or two, a fucking inch or two and their lips would be pressed together, and he would prove that he’s not fucking scared.
but maybe he is... maybe he’s terrified at what kissing gallagher, kissing ian, would mean for him. what it would mean for them.
he looks down at ian’s lips, pink and slightly parted with the sweetest cupid’s bow, shaking away thoughts that he probably tastes like smoke and the donut he took from the kash ‘n grab this morning. he feels ian’s muscles underneath his fingertips and the small bumps from his abs against his own belly. fuck, he feels good.
a car alarm goes off down the street, breaking his stare and thrusting him back into reality.
ian also notices, hands almost scrambling to keep mickey close but this time mickey’s quicker, getting both of hands on ian’s chest and pushing off.
Ian works at the cowboy bar where they have the mechanical bull I don't know if those have specific names, the saloon? idk man i'm english.
Mickey is there for Mandy's bachelorette party under EXTREME duress. He does not want to be at a bachelorette party but he's just come out and all of her friends have adopted him and want him to come and get white girl wasted with them and cut loose and have some fun because he deserves it and you know them White Girls love a token gay.
He gets very drunk and decides he should ride the mechanical bull.
Ian, the health and safety conscious member of staff that he is, tries to stop him but they get into it a bit and Mickey's like try and stop me tough guy. And Ian doesn't want to get into a fight with him but he also doesn't want to hurt himself so he gets himself up on that rope and hovers for a bit. but Mickey's a big damn flirt and he keeps taunting Ian and being all sexy and stuff but also he is pretty drunk so he's a bit floppy while he's doing it and eventually Ian just gets down there with him and then...you know the rest.
Thoughts?!11?!?!
HOOOWWWWLLLLLLL
i had no idea that my day would include a cowboy bar au, but i do NOT HATE IT ONE BIT!
alright, for those who are highly confused, please see this scorcher or a video that howl shared & i melted over!
there are not enough words in the english language (your native tongue, after all) to tell you how into this idea i am.
mickey would hate the whole fucking thing, especially because the White Girls would be insufferable with gay "save a horse, ride a cowboy" jokes. but yeah, then he DRINKS. heavily. which obviously backfires because then he's just horny as hell & that bull looks GOOD ENOUGH.
plus, like, cocky mickey wanting to show off his skillz? YES PLEASE.
my question is: does mickey see ian earlier in the night? & is the bull kiiiind of to get his attention? OR is he already on the bull & then ian's all up in his business & throwing off his groove & mickey's like, i'll show you!!!!????
i would like to read this in full whenever you're ready to write! if only just the bull part.... i think you could do it real poetic justice with the way that you'd write the rolling of hips & the way that they just run their hands down & around each other? & switch the hat back & forth?????? PLEASE.
hey...so...👉👈...it's like 3:30 in my timezone...and that's sort of the normal time I like to lie down in the afternoon...so like...you wanna come lay down and talk about ian and mickey and what doughnuts they like with me? 👉👈 😬
excuuuse!! is this an invite to come lay down and cuddle and whisper about our favorite gays?! possibly have a cozy drink in cute mugs? cover ourselves in fluffly blankets maybe?
1000% YES I ACCEPT. I'M PACKING MY BAGS. I'M RUNNING TO THE AIRPORT. FUCK THAT. I'M GROWING WINGS. I'M FLYING THERE MYSELF WHILE SCREECHING THE ENTIRE TIME!
Rita! You are just in time I am pulling into my station imminently. Here is your question, did you have a beloved stuffed animal as a child and where is it now?
(Also...well, you know my other question 😘)
yesss glad I made it!
yep it was an actual teddy bear that was wearing a sort of floral onesie that was stitched on? and I remember when I was about 5 I took him to my ballet recital because apparently we needed a stuffed toy for a ballet choreography? god this is bringing back so many memories.. it currently resides in my childhood bedroom on top of my wardrobe along with all my other stuffed animals from when I was a kid <3
thank youuuu
as for your other question, I'm waiting anxiously for you to come pick me up of course 😘
