#GOD martina you know whats up😫😍

[emmyrosee]

Also since you are in Mickey’s mood, and I am in a dad (more like daddy) mood, what about some Dad Mickey headcanons! 🖤

OH MY GOD YOU KNOW THE WAY TO MY SOUL😩

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Has never been the bad cop a day in his life

His daughter has him wrapped tf around her stubby little finger. For everything. You know how sometimes adults are like “go ask your father/mother?”

Yeah that doesn’t happen. Because Mickey will say yes. He can send little ones to you, but you can’t send them to him.

At night, if bub is crying, he’s the first one up and out, bringing the crying girl to the kitchen to get her some warm milk and bring her back into your room.

Neither of them shut. The hell. Up.

(“Dadaaaa?” A small voice asks, rousing you back awake. You hear Mickey shush her softly, “princess, don’t wake mommy up. Just drink your milk, okay-“

“Whaddya wanna do at the park tomorrow?” She interrupts.

“Pirates and princesses?” He says with a playful, poorly done pirate voice, making her squeal. “Yeah!”

“Okay muffin, sounds good. But now just-“

“If you could be an animal, what would you be, dada?”

“I would be an octopus, so I’d have eight arms to tickle you with!” Mickey answers, followed by a squeal and giggles from your little girl.)

He’s the dad™️

Like. He teaches his daughter how to ride a bike, how to braid her hair, how to pick a lock, how to change a headlight bulb, everything.

It almost makes you jealous, but he just kisses your head and reminds you that one day she’ll NEED you because he’s not getting that in depth with his kid

You two always set up date nights without the small human so you can get to know each other again, usually you send her to one of your friends’ houses

All of which end with you two drinking wine and falling asleep with cheese-and-Cracker crumbs all over you

(“Mm, what time is it?” Mickey asks, stretching the knots out of his back. You yawn and look at the TV, “it’s 7:30 in the morning, babe.”

“How’d we end up out here?”

“Date night.”

“Oh,” he says. He pauses, then turns to you. “Did we fuck?”

“No, Mickey.”

“Oh.” He pauses. “Do you want to right now?”

“No, Mickey.”

“Oh....”)

He makes you breakfast anyways because you’re his babe

When the small human grows up, he’s the first to volunteer for school... anything’s, really.

Field trips, bake sales, school parties, Santa swaps

At friends Christmas parties, he plays Santa Claus because he’s so happy all the time and he has no problem jamming pillows on his stomach and letting kiddos jump on him.

He’s so fucking good with kids. He’s like, the kid whisperer. The peid piper of kiddos and toddlers

He can entertain them for hours, letting them climb him and making them laugh and be busy while their parents do whatever

The moms are like. In love with him. Like they want him. Bad.

Bb is oblivious though

(“Wow Mickey, you sure do make a handsome Santa Claus,” one of the moms purred. From the other side of the table, you eyed her like a hawk, though Mickey’s obliviousness made it hard to not laugh.

“Thank you!” He beams.

“What’s a girl gotta do to get you to get a little gift from Santa in her stocking?” She purred. Mickey shrugged, “usually just hang them above the fireplace.”

“How about you slide down my chimney on Christmas Eve, hm?”

Mickey tilts his head, “I can barely do a pull up, you want me to crawl down your chimney as Santa Claus? I mean, I could try if your fiancée lets me borrow his latter but- wait, do you even have a chimney, Sharon?”

You choke on your wine.)

When his daughter gets to like, high school, he offers to chaperone the school dances as well, usually forcing you to go with him

He fucks you in the library I DONT MAKE THE RULES

Whatever clubs or activities your daughter does, he’s front row with roses and candy because THATS HIS BABY YO, HE A PROUD DADDY!

God. I want to marry dad!mickey like. Yesterday😩❤️