happy birthday to the light of my life🫶🏻
back in the day, little teenage ian would slip a small clue about how it’s his “birthday today” when he and mickey would hang out in the summer. he tried to be chill about it but absolutely was not. the reactions went from “why do i give a shit” to some sexual innuendo about giving him his present as the years went on.
teenage ian never got the reaction he wanted obviously but he now looks back and laughs as he shares his birthday with his husband every year. but mickey still makes a sexual joke about it every year
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A small ficlet for Ian Gallagher's birthday. Happy and full of love and light like our boy deserves. 💕
Daisy Milkovich makes her way up to the door, balancing a cake box on one flattened hand and the gift bag in the other, haphazardly trying to get her keys out of her pocket. She pauses, whispers "fuck it" to herself, and gives the large oak door three fierce kicks with the side of her leather boot.
"Alright, alright!" She hears a man's voice call from inside the house.
She sees the top of salt and pepper hair in the small window in the door just before it opens.
"Daisy! We weren't expecting you!" The man exclaims. She takes in the sight of her father. Black hair sprinkled with grey. More since the last time she'd seen him. A couple more laugh lines around his eyes perhaps. Good. She thinks, Daddy's keeping him smiling. "Did you fly in just for us?" Her father continues, taking the cake box from her hand and guiding them to the kitchen.
"Just for Dad" Daisy says with a smirk. She sets the gift bag on the counter and gives her Pops a hug. It's returned tightly. Daisy sinks into the feeling of belonging and home that ignights in her heart whenever she makes it back here. Her Pops disentangles himself and starts setting out three mugs for coffee.
Suddenly a sleepy voice shouts from upstairs "MICK! YOU MAKIN' COFFEE YET?"
Daisy and Mickey's eyes meet "He slept in? Must be gettin' old" she says.
Mickey, his eyebrows creasing together, retorts, "He's younger than me, don't know what his excuse is."
She grins as he hands her a cup of coffee with a splash of milk and she heads up the stairs.
She takes a moment to look at the framed photos lining the staircase. Her parents wedding, anniversaries, birthdays. Her arrival. The day at the courthouse when they officially gained guardianship. Big family photos with all her Gallagher aunts and uncles and cousins. Step by step she watches them all grow up and older together. Her family.
"Daddy, you decent?" Daisy calls as she reaches the second floor. She wipes a tear from her eye before her dad can see.
A bewildered voice filters through the open door of the library. "Daisy?!"
Ian emerges into the hallway, his perpetually red hair and beard still a bit wild from sleep. Ian's face changes at the sight of his daughter. A sweet crooked smile, green eyes lit up and starting to water.
She sets the coffee on the hall table and walks into her taller father's open arms.
"Missed you, Daddy. Happy birthday!" She says into his shoulder. "How old are you now? 80?"
"Shuddahp. I'm only 50." Ian bends his head down and plants a soft kiss on his daughter's black hair. "Thanks for coming, Sweetface."
"Wouldn't miss it."
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A curly and beardy Cameron for the sweetest little Birthday Empanada, the lovely Julissa.
Medium: Castle Arts Coloured Pencils (as always when drawing Ian/Cam/Highland Cows, I’m using the Botticelli Palette)
@heymrspatel I hope you are having a day even just half as fabulous as you are, because that would mean you are having a really fucking fabulous day, which is exactly what you deserve!
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On AO3
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Laughing/smiling into kisses; pulling away and looking at each other with softened smiles !
this one is so cute!!! i'm doing a little bday moment for ian <3
The last thing Ian expected to wake up to on his birthday was an empty bed. He rolled over to find that his husband was gone, which was definitely out of the ordinary because Ian always had to coax Mickey out of bed after their multiple alarms let them know it was time to get up and ready for work.
Ian checked the time, 7:52AM, earlier than their usual 8AM alarm. This made it even stranger that Mickey wasn't in bed with him. He listened closely to see if he could hear anything to signal that Mickey was moving around somewhere in their small apartment. Strangely, he felt like he could hear a pin drop.
"Mick?" he called out to what seemed to be an empty apartment.
No reply. He rolled back to his other side and reached out for his phone, pulling up his messages to shoot Mickey a quick "where tf r u" text. It was Thursday, after all. They needed to be ready to leave their apartment by 9:30 to get to the growhouse for their first pickup of the day, and Ian was really hoping to have some lazy birthday sex before hopping in the shower.
He gave himself a couple more minutes in bed, scrolling on Instagram and responding to some "Happy Birthday Ian!!" text messages from his siblings, before he decided that it was time for him to get up and start some coffee. Fiona had sent him a french press and some coffee grounds from her favorite local shop in Florida for his birthday, and Ian was enjoying his fancy new kitchen gadget.
Mickey still hadn't responded to his text, so Ian started calling him as he measured out the grounds. He listened to the line ring two or three times before hearing jingling of keys and the unlocking of their apartment door.
"Where'd you go off to before 8 in the morning?" Ian asked, glancing over at the door as it opened before ending his phone call and grabbing the kettle to fill up with water.
"Well," Mickey started, shuffling out of his boots and moving into the kitchen, "I was hoping to surprise you with some breakfast from that café you're always talking about, but it seems the cat's outta the bag on that one."
Ian chuckled softly, setting the kettle on the burner and cranking it to high heat. "I told you you didn't have to do anything for my birthday, Mick. Getting together with the family for dinner and cake feels like a celebration enough for me."
He turned to face his husband, who was standing next to their small table with a soft smile and eyebrows raised. Mickey had just set down two styrofoam boxes of take out on the table, but still had a small bouquet of blue flowers in his hand.
"Wanted to," he said quickly to Ian, stepping forward and closing the gap between them.
Ian wrapped his arms around Mickey's waist and leaned down to kiss him, pulling Mickey in closer as he slotted their lips together.
He pulled back and looked at the flowers in Mickey's hand. "Sap," he teased with a small giggle, before leaning in and kissing Mickey again.
"Yeah, yeah," Mickey grumbled. "Your birthday's so close to Mother's Day that all the shops had flowers on sale. Couldn't fuckin' get out of there without someone putting flowers in my face." Despite the grumbling, Mickey was smiling softly up at Ian.
Ian absolutely loved that his husband was sweet and loving with him like this, getting up early to get him flowers and a special breakfast for his birthday. "Sure, Mick," he said sweetly, smiling back at Mickey. He leaned down and kissed Mickey once more through a big smile.
"Happy Birthday, lover," Mickey spoke softly, smiling sweetly back at Ian and meeting his gaze.
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