#happy birthday Mickey!

[gallavichfanficlibrary]

Happy 30th Birthday to Mickey! 🥳🎂🎉

you were wild 5 of Mickey's worst birthdays, plus one of the best.

i need you (like cake on my birthday) it’s mickey’s birthday, and ian tries to make it his best one yet

the best is yet to come. It's Mickey's nineteenth birthday - the first one he's had since coming out and moving in with the Gallaghers.

Happy Birthday, Mick Prison fic. Ian has nine days to get surprises under way to make Mickey feel loved and cared for on his day.

life without you has been hard the one where ian visits mickey in prison on his birthday and things maybe aren't that sad.

Truly, Madly, Deeply Mickey's birthday is full of love and dorky, husbandly shenanigans when the boys spend the whole day together, and Ian gives Mickey a gift that holds more sentimental value than he realized.

my love, you're the one five times ian gallagher misses mickey milkovich + one time he doesn't have to. (the birthday is at the end.)

Happy Birthday, I Guess Dialogue-only, Ian and Mickey having a sexfest on Mickey's birthday.

Three Wishes Three times Mickey celebrates his birthday and the three wishes he makes.

[mickeym4ndy]

Happy 30th Birthday Mickey Milkovich!

[juvinadelgreko]

happy birthday mickey milkovich i hope you spent the day on a pool floaty doing fuck all with your husband except getting up to 1) fuck 2) eat and 3) put more sunscreen on your pale asses

[manibolly]

Happy Birthday Mickey!

[deedala]

😅😬🥴🤗😳😱 for @heymrspatel

[daughter-horror]

BILL SKARSGÅRD

34th Birthday!

[doshiart]

what could be more fun than celebrating a birthday together and breaking a couple of laws?

@gallacrafts theme 36 – birthday boy mickey milkovich ♡

[rxinbowwparadise]

Happy birthday to this beautiful man 🥳

[obwald]

tumblr sees it first HAPPY BIRTHDAY OSWALD MY SILLY LIL GOOSE

[spadaaces]

Oswald birthday :]

[space-bowl]

Happy 7th Birthday to BaTIM! Mickey was surprised and wanted to accommodate one of his employees.

BONUS COMIC:

And then there’s Whitexx, Bendy’s other brother who can’t help but mess with him and the other workers at the Mouse House.

Extra below, feat. Boris!

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts

It took thirty years to become Mickey Milkovich, good things take time.

Read on A03

[heymacy]

#i think about the van scene every single day

╰┈➤ for @heymrspatel

[iandarling]

DIRTY THIRTY

[teddybeartoji]

light flashes behind your window.

the clock ticks midnight.

yet another year falls just as heavily as the raindrops outside. they paint the pavement a darker shade of grey while the weeds that sprout from the cracks of the concrete bloom and flourish under the dark sky. it's not too bad. you, too, are still growing.

the door of your bedroom creaks open.

warm and dim – the only light in the room is coming the from behind your window; the lamp post stands tall and strong, ever-so unfazed by the rainfall. it's doing a good job.

he looks beautiful under any and every light.

"did you really think the dark room would deceive me, hm?"

roomie!suguru's voice is sweeter than ever. it's a trap.

you give him a quiet hum. "...maybe."

the lighting strikes and he sees the small smile on your lips. it's a bit shy, perhaps even a little nervous. it's his favourite.

suguru pushes inside, taking slow, measured steps until he's stood by your bed. for just a moment, he lets his eyes wander – laid there on your side, suguru thinks you just might be something out of a painting. your legs, your thighs, your thighs, your thighs. your comfy, cute pyjamas. the lip between your teeth and the intrigue swimming in your eyes. he can't get enough of you.

"were you hiding from me?"

teasing.

there's a grin on his face, too.

you give him another hum. "...maybe."

he clicks his tongue and a shiver runs down your spine.

excitement.

the silence is heavy, and the tension even heavier; if it were brighter in the room, you'd really get to see his pupils grow. if it were more quiet, he'd hear the way your heart thunders.

he places a palm next to your body and you feel the bed dip under his weight. you don't stop him, you don't do anything other than hold your breath. another palm on the other side of you, a knee against your thigh and so, slowly, oh, so slowly, he crawls on top of you like some beast, ready to devour its prey.

you bite down on the tip of your finger and suguru's eyes drop down to your mouth the second you do so. lightning flashes from byehind him, giving him the second he needs to take a picture of you with his keen eyes. there's an air of playfullness around you, the promiximity of the two of you injecting your veins with a certain type of adrenaline. it's a dangerous game your playing, the delicate line between friends and something more fading with every shared breath you take.

it's suguru's time to hum. to purr. to pull you in some more.

lighting.

"happy birthday, angel."

every letter is coated in honey, the syllabels sticking to his lips and you find yourself starving. itching for a treat.

you bite down onto your finger harder.

with the corners of your lips stretched back, almost far enough to touch your ears, you stare up at him like the little sin that you are. oh, but he, too, wants a taste. suguru's composure is crumbling at the sight of your mischievious grin, his body lowering closer to yours as his mind grows weaker.

he's so warm. he smells so good. you want to kiss him.

the tension tightens. it's hard to breathe.

you take your finger from your mouth and it takes effort for him to not look at it.

"thank you."

maybe he wants to kiss you, too.

your lips part with a witty comment stuck on the tip of your tongue but you choke on your own words when suguru leans forward and takes your finger into his mouth.

thunder.

teeth, sharp teeth. tongue, wet tongue.

your head tilts back, eyes glued to the scene unfolding before you.

he bites and you gasp.

his own grin stretches wider as he meets your gaze.

now, you really can't breathe.

you think about your salivas mixing together in his mouth. you think about how his thighs press up against yours as he hovers above you. you think about how good it all feels.

suguru feels you pawing at the hem of his shirt and pride blooms in his chest. he inches even lower with your finger still in his mouth, his lips wrapped around the digit like he's sucking on some candy. a treat.

lighting.

he's almost close enough for your noses to brush together when he lets you go.

when he lets you have your turn.

lips. finger. saliva.

a kiss of a kind.

thunder.

[sunnysideupsus]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OSWALD!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️