Happy Birthday Molly @deathclassic and thank you for our @galladrabbles prompt :Cake.
I am writing g a few heavy pieces right now so my Galladrabbles are leaning to sweet.
Cake
Lily leaned into Mickey as the music played, soft and slow, her hand in his, her head on his shoulder.
“Papa,” she whispered, “are you crying?”
Mickey snorted. “What? No. Hell no. It’s just—someone flung cake in my eye. Probably that flower girl. Menace.”
She laughed, and he grumbled, “You already danced with daddy, your fancy ‘dad.’ Now you’re stuck with me, the guy who taught you how to throw a punch and fake a fever.”
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.
Sitting here thinking about how the arms that held Ian at a distance are now pulling him in to kiss him......how he once called him a warm mouth and now smiles and calls him “Husband” or “Lover” or “Sleepyface”.....
Talk to me about soft Mickey 🥺
The arms that held Ian at a distance are now pulling him in to kiss him......🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Soft Mickey......Mickey waking up before Ian and caressing his face....running a hand through his hair.....Mickey kissing Ian's tummy.....Mickey instinctively holding Ian's hand when they're in a crowd......Sleepy Mickey snuggling against Ian's chest.....Mickey smiling and kissing Ian's neck when he walks into the kitchen.....Mickey stealing Ian's clothes and roaming around the house in nothing but Ian's oversized hoodie.....Mickey saving all the lil dorky notes Ian leaves him before going on his morning runs......Mickey's sketchpad being filled with Ian....Mickey randomly suprising Ian with kisses.....Mickey tucking his face in Ian's neck while they slow dance in their kitchen.......Mickey holding onto Ian's hand while they're sleeping....Drunk Mickey waxing poetic about Ian's freckles....
Mickey’s grown up to be so soft, and not just emotionally, even physically, all his hard edges have rounded over and I find that so fucking adorable. That’s my soft baby boy who used to be the tough ass southside thug.
