OH what are some ways Mickey is powerless to his puppy hubby 🥹🥰
ian knows his own power, which drives mickey up the goddamn wall. but he still remains powerless to puppy husband....
ian eats the last muffin, mickey wants to throttle him. franny and debs made his favorite kind - chocolate chip, basically a cupcake asfkldh - and he was looking forward to it for his sunday snack. he comes into the kitchen and sees the tin sitting in the sink, crumbs still at the bottom - fucker didn't even wash it. he marches out onto the balcony, ready to push ian over the edge, when puppy husband works his magic. 🥺 i'm sorry mick 🥺 it looked so good 🥺 i am a growing boy 🥺 i'll make you more 🥺 and damn it if the idea of that stupid face covered in flour doesn't melt mickey's gay little heart lmao
mickey and his brothers go on some wacky roadtrip to see mandy. ian can't go (work thing? school thing?), and he's devastated. so ian calls and texts and facetimes all day long like 🥺 are you driving safely 🥺 can you call me 🥺 where you eating dinner tonight and can you please eat a vegetable 🥺 do you miss me 🥺 what color is mandy's hair now 🥺 i miss you 🥺 tell mandy i said hi 🥺 and iggy's like TURN YOUR PHONE OFF but mickey just makes sure it's always charged up so he can chat with his eager dumbass
and then of course when he gets back home, ian attacks mickey with hugs and slobbery kisses and bounds around the apartment all excited, following him from room to room 🥺🥺🥺 crawls into mickey's lap and stays there for hours like 😇
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It’s the middle of the night when Julien gets the ping of a text on his phone. [If you’re awake] it was prematurely sent and the text bubbles continue, then stop and then start up again… then stop for a while… then another message pings. [I’ll send you the location.] sure enough, a location is sent for a 24/7 diner. Myles has been going through it that night and he won’t admit that he’d just like some company.
unprompted asks ✯ always accepting!!
Sleep's never been something that's come easy to Julien, so when he happens to receive a notification from Myles even at such an odd hour of the night, it completely unfazes him, picking up the phone and awaiting the next message after the first one comes. It's almost CURIOUS the way Myles reaches out to him... usually, it's Julien having to initiate plans and even if Myles does attempt to start something, it's never been at this time. With that, he knows something may be off and with no hesitation, he grabs his coat, heading to the location to meet Myles.
There's a soft smile on his face when he finally sees the other, sitting down across from him. Even if Myles may not be in the best of moods, seeing the other never fails to make Julien himself happy. ❝ Have you ordered already?? ❞ He speaks gently, taking a quick glance at the menu, only to glance up at Myles. He's never been the type to push, but he also wants to find some sort of way to comfort the other... so, wordlessly, he takes the other's hand, offering it a REASSURING squeeze as if to tell him 'I'm here for you,' before he returns to his initial task. ❝ I'll just have whatever you're having. I trust you and your taste. ❞ A pause, chuckling lowly. ❝ Just don't choose something odd and make me regret it, please. ❞
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Sukuna has never said no to you.
It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list.
And you were curious how far you could go with it.
The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.
You were starting to change that.
"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.
"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.
"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary.
And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.
"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look.
You blink at him in surprise.
"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing.
Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time.
You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary.
Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"
"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."
He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.
"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."
You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.
Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.
It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.
You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.
You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.
He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"
"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"
Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.
It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you.
He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"
You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.
"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day.
"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."
You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.
"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."
You can’t say no.
At least it was mutual.
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