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Since when? ~ Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

Summary: Mickey introduces his wife to his friends after a successful mission

Pairing: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Fem!reader

Warnings: fluffy, nothing else other than the guys poking fun at each other, oh and Hangman. He’s a warning all on his own

Notes: there isn’t enough Fanboy content so I’m just gonna make something myself. This is also a long one, I got carried away. It’s not my best so don’t judge too harshly :’)

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Fanboy doesn’t understand how the topic of love lives were brought up. He’ll admit that he zoned out on a good portion of Hangman’s rant on the last girl he had been with. He may have also started mindlessly scrolling through his camera roll and landed on a picture of you in his phone that he particularly liked. It was a picture of the two of you on a recent date night. He took the picture as you were looking at the ocean and he couldn’t help but think you looked beautiful. You weren’t even doing anything in particular and you didn’t have to. He always thought you were beautiful and that would never change.

“Fanboy! Are you even listening to me?”

Startled, Fanboy looks up and sees that everyone’s attention was on him now. Payback was biting his lip to keep himself from laughing while Phoenix clasps a hand down on his shoulder.

“Yeah yeah, I was listening to you talk about your date with Marsha.”

“Maria.”

“Yeah.. wait what did I say?”

The group around him laughs as Hangman throws his hands up, in frustration. Fanboy shrugs it off and goes back to looking at a couple pictures of you he has in a specific folder in his phone.

“What are ya lookin’ at there Fanboy?” Payback says from over his shoulder. Fanboy attempts to lock his phone to prevent Payback from seeing all the photos he has of you but it was to no avail.

“Ohhhhh do you have yourself a little girlfriend??”

“What? No!”

“Ohh come onnnnn! How’re you gonna lie to me like that? I thought we were best friends!”

Fanboy knows that Payback is joking with him but he also knew that he was right. They were best friends and they did tell each other everything. Well, almost everything. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of you. Hell no, not in the slightest. He was just a private person. He’d rather keep his home and work life separate. He knew at some point, he was going to end up telling Payback about you and now seemed better than nothing. Especially since he had already gotten a peek at you from his phone.

Sighing, Fanboy looks up at Payback from his seat, around the pool table, “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“So she’s your side hoe? Damn Fanboy, I didn’t peg you as that kinda guy.”

“What!? No! Are you kidding me?! She’s not my side hoe! She’s my wife!”

Mickey didn’t realize how loud he had said that. Once again, everyone around him had their attention on him. He heaved another sigh and rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. Everyone’s expressions varied from either shock to confusion.

“You’re married?! Since when?! You’ve never said anything about dating, let alone being married to someone!” His eyes connected with Hangman as he gave Fanboy an incredulous look.

“It’s not like any of you asked me, specifically. Besides, I try to keep my personal and work life separate. I didn’t even tell Payback if that makes it any better.”

At that he received a smack to the shoulder from Phoenix. He was shocked, as he grabbed at the place she had hit and gave her a questioning look.

“You’re telling me that you’ve been hiding a girl from Halo and I, that we could’ve been talking to this entire time?!” Phoenix glared at him while he rubbed the spot she hit.

“I wasn’t hiding her from you! I was just-“

“When can we meet her?”

Fanboy whips around to stare at Payback, who had a calm look on his face.

“You want to meet her?”

“I think we all kind of want to meet her.” Came from Bob, who was sitting on the other side of Phoenix. The others around them all nodded in agreement as Fanboy debated, silently.

“Yeah man, I wanna see the little lady who has captured the heart of my best friend.” Says Payback who places a hand down on Fanboys shoulder. He knew that his wife would be off of work by now. You had texted him that you were at the store and you would be cooking dinner by the time he left the Hard Deck.

“Let me call her really quick. She’s making dinner soon so..” Mickey walks outside and dials your number. It rings twice before you finally pick up.

“Hey Mick.”

“Hey baby, are you still at the store?” He can’t help the stupid smile that grows on his face, at the sound of your voice.

“Yeah I’m still getting some things. What’s up? Did you need me to pick something up for you?”

“Oh no no, I don’t need anything. That’s not why I called.” He started biting his thumb nail, a nervous habit that Mickey has tried to break but it never usually works. “They found out. About you, about us. Payback was looking over my shoulder and he saw me looking at a picture of us from our last date and then he started asking questions and everyone was looking at me-“

“Hey hey, Mickey, it’s okay! I don’t mind that they know about us. Hell, I figured that it was going to come out sometime, and if anyone was going to figure it out, albeit accidentally, it was going to be be Payback.”

Mickey let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Why did he think she would be mad at him? She was supportive in his decision to keep their relationship quiet. She was always understanding; that’s why he loved her so much.

“Oh and another thing, they want to meet you. Like, today, I think.”

The other line on the phone was quiet for a second. He knew he dropped a bomb on her so he wasn’t surprised by her reaction.

“Well damn, that was quick. If you’re okay with it, then so am I. Are they going to join us for dinner?”

“Yeah I think so.”

“Hmm okay, well, I’m glad I’m still here then. I’m going to finish getting the things we need for dinner and then I’ll be home. Text me when you leave the bar.”

“Okay baby, I will. Be careful at the store okay? Call me if you need anything.”

“I will. Also, quick question, did you tell them about-“

Sensing where she was going with it, Mickey, interrupted, “No no no, I didn’t get to that part.”

“Oh well, this’ll be fun to see. I’m gonna get back to shopping honey, I love you.”

“I love you too baby. Be safe.”

Mickey went back inside, after pocketing his phone. He was met with Hangman making eye contact with him.

“Well?”

“She was cool with y’all meeting her and having dinner with us. She’s at the store right now so it’s probably best that we give her time to finish up there before we head on over there.”

Payback and Rooster both stand up and put a hand on each of Fanboys shoulders.

“Sounds like a plan to me. We got time for another round of pool.” Rooster grins playfully at Payback and Fanboy, while Bob sets up another game.

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With Payback driving, Fanboy in the passenger seat, along with Hangman and Coyote in the back, they were close to arriving at Fanboy’s house that was close to base.

“So let me get this straight. She’s a nurse, you met her at a bar, dated for 3 years, then you got married and have been married for 2 and a half years? And we’re barely finding out about this now?” Hangman looks at him from the backseat of the car for answers.

“Yes, Hangman, I already told you that at the Hard Deck.”

“Sorry man, it just surprises me that you managed to keep that from us for a while. If anything, I thought Bob was going to be the one with a secret wife.”

That got a laugh out of everyone in the car and Fanboy rubbed his hand on his pant leg as they pull up to his house. He nerves we’re eating at him. This was going to be interesting.

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Upon opening the door, Mickey headed straight for the kitchen, knowing where you were, after putting his bag down by the door. He paused in the door way after looking at your attire: a pair of leggings, white socks, and one of his flannels swallowing your figure. The stupid grin came back on his face and he felt at peace. You turned around the moment you felt someone else in the kitchen.

“Hey honey.”

“Hey baby. Whatcha makin’? It smells good.”

Mickey came over to the stove and placed a kiss on your lips before wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind.

“I decided on making nachos, I hope that’s okay?”

“Yeah baby, that’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

You were leaning into him and the little moment of peace was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. You and Mickey turned around and saw his friends all staring at the display of affection. One of them stepped up to introduce themselves.

“I don’t think we’ve formally met yet. I’m-“

“Payback, I know. Mickey talks about you all the time. I’m Y/n, Mickey’s wife.”

“He talks about- You talk about me?” Payback looks behind her to look at Fanboy.

“Well yeah, I tell her everything.”

“And you don’t tell me jack shit when it comes to your love life. I see where your loyalties lie.”

Mickey rolls his eyes as you laugh. Payback and you shook hands before everyone else introduced themselves.

“Bob.”

“Hangman.”

“Phoenix.”

“Rooster.”

“Coyote.”

You smiled as they all gave you a small greeting.

“It’s nice to finally have faces to put to the names I hear constantly, and I hope you all are okay with nachos. I didn’t think we would be having people over so this was the first thing that popped inside of my head.”

Everyone gave you a reassuring smile or nod and you felt more at ease. You wanted to make a good impression, especially since they all meant a lot to Mickey.

“You’re good pretty lady. It smells good already.”

“Hangman, don’t flirt with my wife.”

Hangman smirks and winks at you when he thinks Fanboy isn’t looking. Coyote gives him a swift hit in the back of the head and you roll your eyes as you continue cooking.

“The house is really beautiful. I love the view of the ocean from here.” Rooster says while looking at some of the pictures hanging up on the wall, with Bob and Phoenix. Phoenix gushes at the pictures from y’all’s wedding with Bob. Rooster smiles at the moments captured in time of you and your husband.

“Thank you. The view is one of my favorite things about living here.”, you say from your position in the kitchen, cutting up tomatoes for salsa. Mickey gazes over at you in adoration. “Oh by the way, I didn’t end up getting any beer because I didn’t know what everyone drinks.”, you add on when you make eye contact with him.

“I’ll go get some. What about you little lady, what’s your drink of choice? Beer? Vodka? Tequila?”, Hangman says while asking Payback for his keys and tapping Coyote to come with him.

“Oh I don’t drink.”, Y/n says with a small laugh.

“Now, you’re pulling my leg. Fanboy here said he met you at a bar. You’re telling me you didn’t drink then?”, Hangman says with a smirk on his face.

Y/n looks over at Mickey, then back to Hangman, “Let me rephrase that: I can’t drink.”

Jake looks more confused than ever, along with the rest of them, “I’m not following.”

Upon seeing the others confused faces, Y/n looks over to her husband. Mickey walks over and unbuttons the middle buttons of his wife’s (his) flannel shirt for her since her hands were busy chopping up tomatoes.

She sports a little 5 month baby bump that protrudes from under a white tank top she has on. Mickey rubs his hand up and down your bump, feeling the baby kicking at his palm. Everyone’s faces went from confusion to complete and utter shock. Fanboy definitely didn’t tell them this.

Mickey gives an uneasy smile and rubs his neck, “Surprise?”

“Man, what the hell?! First you don’t tell me that you’re married, now you didn’t tell me that you’re going to be a dad?! I thought we were friends! I better be your kids godfather, you son of a bitch!”

You laugh at Paybacks reaction and wipe your hands on a dish towel.

“I didn’t even notice a baby bump! I knew you were glowing, I just didn’t know it was because of that!”, Phoenix smiled at you as she came over and gave you a surprised (but welcomed) hug.

Mickey received a couple pats on the back from his friends as he looked over at you talking with Phoenix. A happy smile on your face as you cradled your belly, making his heart pound rapidly in his chest at your happiness. She was placing her hands on your belly as she felt the baby press against her hand. Laughter irrupting from the both of you.

“Okay yeah, you’re definitely not drinking tonight little lady. Nope, not on my watch.”, Hangman shakes his head as he rubs Y/n’s shoulder. The rest of the guys, and Phoenix, agreeing along with him. Bob even offering to go to the store to buy lemonade or fruit punch as an alternative.

Mickey laughs at his friends antics and pulls you over to him. He wraps his arms around you from behind and cradles your belly in his hands. Y/n leans back into his chest and let’s out a sigh of relief. This turned out way better than either of them expected. At least now they know that their little boy will have many uncles and an aunt, to look up to and protect him.

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Hopefully y’all enjoyed that! The idea popped into my head and I ran with it :) Feedback is much appreciated and I appreciate you for taking the time to read it!

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his secret

pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader

warnings: 14+ implied sex (very mild)

word count: 1,500

summary: Joaquin has always wanted to keep you separate from his avenging, but when Sam and Bucky pay him an unexpected visit he can’t anymore.

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Joaquin loved you more than he’d ever loved anyone in his life. That meant he had to protect you, above all else. His way of doing that was to keep you entirely hidden from the most dangerous part of his life. You had met his family, his childhood friends and Air Force buddies, but he refused to introduce you to Sam or Bucky. They didn’t know about you at all, and Joaquin didn’t want that to change. It wasn’t that he didn’t like or trust them, he just felt that the further you got into that part of his life, the more danger you would be in, so he kept you out of it entirely. You didn’t mind. You were curious about his avenging, but he didn’t keep secrets from you. He just kept you as his secret.

You woke up one morning in Joaquin’s bed, snuggled into his chest. Sunlight was sneaking through the blinds and making his brown skin look bronze. His chin rested atop your head as you held each other tightly and tangled your legs together. You barely moved when you woke, but Joaquin knew at once.

“Good morning, mi amor,” Joaquin’s voice called out, low and gravelly as he shook off the tiredness. You smiled against his chest.

“How’d you know I was awake?“ You asked as you yawned.

“I don’t know,” Joaquin replied thoughtfully. “I can just tell.” He felt your lips spread into a smile against his chest.

“Do you have to go to work?” You asked. It was the weekend, but Joaquin didn’t exactly run on a five day week.

“No, just you and me today,” he assured you. You snuggled closer into his chest and hummed in contentment. The two of you stayed like that for a while, both of you feeling warm and safe in each other’s arms. The thing that interrupted you was the rumbling of your stomach. Joaquin chuckled when he heard it.

“You a little hungry, mi amor?” He asked with a grin.

“Yeah, but I’m nice and cozy here,” you said. Joaquin kissed the top of your head.

“I’ll go make you breakfast,” he said. He loved to cook for you. It was one of his ways of showing he loved you. You whined when he started to pull away from you.

“Don’t leave,” you said, keeping your arms closed around him. Joaquin chuckled.

“We can come right back here when we’re done with breakfast,” he offered. You sighed.

“Fine. I want to take a shower anyway,” you said. Joaquin rose from the bed, pecking your forehead as he left and headed for the kitchen while you got in the shower.

Joaquin had just finished making breakfast when there was a knock on his door. He opened it to find Bucky and Sam standing there and was immediately filled with panic. You were still in the shower but you could come out at any moment. He didn’t want them knowing about you. Not yet. Not now.

“What are you guys doing here?” He asked. They pushed past him and into his house.

“We need to head out as soon as possible. Got a tip on a possible super soldier sighting,” Sam explained.

“Okay, I’ll pack and meet you guys at the compound,” Joaquin said, doing his best to get them to leave without it seeming like he was hiding something from them. He went to stand in front of the hallway to his bedroom as if keeping his body there would somehow keep you separate from this part of his life.

“Sighting was in New Jersey, we’ve got a car downstairs for all of us,” Sam replied.

“Great, I’ll be down in a minute, you guys go wait for me,” Joaquin tried again. Meanwhile Bucky was quietly taking in Joaquin’s apartment. Bucky had noticed the two plates of food sitting on the counter.

“Who’s the other plate for?” Bucky asked. Joaquin’s mouth shut tightly as he struggled to think of an excuse. Sam grinned when he saw the lack of response. Sam and Bucky were aware that Joaquin tried to separate them from his personal life, and catching him with a girl was something they were both amused by.

“My sister,” Joaquin lied. “She’s coming over for breakfast.”

“You don’t have a sister,” Sam replied.

“How do you know that?“ Joaquin questioned, trying to change the subject.

“I’ve seen your file,” Sam replied. The conversation continued to grow louder and more chaotic as the three men argued about the true purpose of the second plate. You heard the commotion as you stepped out of the shower. You pulled on a pair of Joaquin’s boxers and one of his shirts and then headed out into the kitchen. The boys were all in the midst of arguing over each other when you appeared.

“Baby, what’s all the nois—” You stopped when your eyes landed on Sam and Bucky. Joaquin looked back at you with fear in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” you said at once. You knew how much Joaquin didn’t want you brought into this part of his life.

“‘Baby?’” Bucky repeated in question. “Have you been hiding a girlfriend from us?” The room was quiet as Joaquin tried to figure out what to do. You walked forward slowly to stand behind Joaquin as he faced his bosses. You wrapped an arm around him to rest on his stomach, your other hand gently tracing a careful line up and down his spine with your fingertips. You kissed his shoulder blade, trying to soothe the anxiety you knew he was feeling.

“Maybe it’s time,” you said quietly. Joaquin nodded.

“Seems like it,” he murmured back to you. His hand found its way to the one resting on his stomach and he curled his fingers around yours, tugging you forwards so you stood next to him. “This is y/n,” Joaquin said to Sam and Bucky. “She’s my girlfriend.” Sam smiled. Though it was amusing to him that Joaquin had put so much effort into hiding you from them, it still pleased Sam that Joaquin had someone, especially someone he wanted to protect so carefully.

“It’s nice to meet you, y/n. I would love to say that we’ve heard about you, but it seems Torres wants to hide his pretty girlfriend from us,” Sam said.

“Don’t flirt with her,” Joaquin snapped. You giggled. You released Joaquin’s hand to extend it to Bucky and then Sam.

“It’s nice to meet you guys too. I have heard about you before,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah? What does Torres say about us?” Sam asked.

“That you’re good people and he’s proud to work with you,” you said. Sam smiled. Bucky’s expression remained stoic.

“We have to get going,” Bucky said, breaking up the moment. Joaquin nodded.

“I’ll go get dressed,” he said, kissing the crown of your head as he turned towards his bedroom. You stood in Joaquin’s kitchen while two Avengers stared back at you.

“Do you guys want some coffee?” You asked, trying to fill the awkward silence.

“That’s alright, ma’am,” Bucky replied.

“Call me y/n, please,” you said.

“How long have you and Torres been together?” Sam asked.

“Eight months,” you answered.

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell us about you for that long,” Sam said.

“He wanted to protect me,” you told him. “And I expect you to protect him,” you added. Bucky smirked at your aggressive nature. Sam smiled as well. He remembered the way his sister had threatened his wingman into keeping him safe the first time she met the man.

“We will, don’t worry,” Sam replied. Joaquin appeared from his bedroom decked out in the suit the Wakandans had made for him. Bucky and Sam looked away as Joaquin leaned down over you and kissed you lovingly, cupping your face in his hand.

“I’ll be back for dinner tomorrow. Promise,” he said. You gave him a cheeky smile.

“If you aren’t, you won’t get your ‘welcome home’ present,” you teased. Joaquin blushed and his eyes flitted to Sam and Bucky.

“I think I’ll be able to persuade you if I’m late, mi amor,” Joaquin replied with a smirk.

“Torres, we don’t have time for you to seduce your girlfriend, we have to go,” Bucky interjected.

“I’m not seducing her!” Joaquin snapped.

“Well, whatever you’re doing, we don’t want to see anymore of it,” Bucky replied. Joaquin rolled his eyes as Bucky and Sam headed for the door.

Joaquin looked back at you and gave you another quick kiss before backing towards the door.

“Be safe,” you called to him. “I love you.” Joaquin smiled, refusing to take his eyes off you.

“I love you too, mi amor,” he replied before shutting the door behind him.

“So, when were you gonna tell us about your hot girlfriend?” Bucky asked. Joaquin frowned at Bucky’s words.

“I was gonna wait till your funeral, which might be sooner if either of you ever flirt with her again.”

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[make-me-imagine]

Comfort of Home

Plot: After a long stressful week, your boyfriend decides to show you how much he loves you.

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Gn!Reader

Requests: 'Fanboy surprises you with favorite food to make you smile'. + 'Fanboy builds you a pillow fort just to make you smile.'

Requested By: Anonymous

Warnings: Mentions of stress, anxiety, exhaustion. Mostly just pure fluff and comfort though.

Words: ~1k

A/n: I know it's not a gif of him as Fanboy but there aren't enough good gifs from TG.

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You tapped your fingers impatiently on the steering wheel as you slowly approached your street. All you wanted to do was get home and relax after the week you had, but the drive home felt like it had gotten longer each day.

Relief slowly began to creep over you as you turned down the familiar street. You couldnt wait to kick off your shoes, get into your cozy clothes, eat and then go to sleep.

But what you wanted the most, was Mickey. You had no idea if he'd be home tonight, with how busy he had been as well this week. The worst thing about your already stressfull week, was that you had barely been able to see him.

With your heavy work load, lazy coworkers, and general anxiety over it all, all you wanted was to be engulfed in his arms and inhale his familiar scent. But you had only beeen able to have breakfast with him twice, and lunch once, before each of you had to run off to work.

He'd been staying at the base most nights, only able to come home once this week. You missed him more than anything.

As you turned into your driveway and saw his car, your heart jolted in your chest as you smiled with relief and excitement.

Quickly grabbing your bag, you hurried inside, only making it a couple steps in before he darted around the corner and scooped you up into his arms, your feet leaving the ground as he did.

You let out a startled laugh as you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck. His scent washed over you and you felt your stress begin to fade away as your whole body relaxed.

"Baby! I missed you" he said into your neck as he hugged you tightly before setting you back on the ground.

Meeting his eyes you grinned up at him "I missed you too. I was so happy to see you were home"

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before pecking your lips "Both of our busy weeks are over it seems."

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands held your waist "Does that mean you are home for the weekend?"

"And longer hopefully. At least I should be able to come home to you every night for a while."

You grinned up at him and he smiled "Good. I hate not sleeping next to you."

Leaning closer, he kissed you, pulling you closer to him. He kissed you slowly and gently before he pulled away with a sigh.

Meeting your eyes he suddenly smiled "I got you something."

You perked up a bit "You did?"

He pulled away but slipped his hand into yours as he led you towards the kitchen. As you entered, you noticed a bright bouquet of flowers on the counter and you grinned, before walking up to them and engulfing their scent.

"So pretty." You said softly, warmth swirling in your chest.

"And this."

Looking over, you saw him set bags on the counter from your favorite restauraunt. You let out a soft gap "No"

He grinned as he pulled out the food, the smell reaching your nose as you recognized your favorite dishes "Yes."

You hopped happily over to him, making him chuckle as you wrapped your arms around his waist "You're too good to me" You mumble as you pressed a kiss to his arm

He shook his head "No, I'm your boyfriend, this is exactly how I sould be."

You smiled as you tightened your grip on him, as he moved his arm around to hold you close. "How tired are you?" he asked and you looked up at him.

You thought for a moment. The exhaustion you had felt on your way home seemed to have faded away.

"I think my body is more tired than my mind."

"So tired but not sleepy?"

You nodded in agreement and he nodded "Good"

"Good?"

Taking your hand again he lead you towards the living room. As you rounded the corner, your eyes lit up in surprise as you noticed the whole room had been turned into a pillow fort.

Pillows, cushions and blankets lined the floor, as sheets were draped above them, hanging over the tv, successfully creating a comfy cave of sorts. On the table you saw a stack of movies you had been planning on watching. Nearby, a box of snacks for you assumed after dinner.

Looking over at Mickey, he grinned down at you before wrapping his arms around you from behind "Don't worry, I'll clean it all up once we're done. What do you think?"

You felt tears prickle your eyes as you turned around to face him. His eyes widened a bit as he cupped your face.

"Baby! I didn't meant to make you cry."

You let out a laugh "It's okay, you're just so sweet. I don't deserve you."

He gently caressed your face with his thumbs "I'm supposed to say that to you." He pressed a soft kiss to your lips "You take care of me when I'm busy and stressed. The least I can do is show you how much I love you when you have a bad week. Plus-" he ran his thumb over your lips as you ginned at him "I missed your smile."

Quickly kissing him on the lips, you wrapped your arms around him and pressed your face into his chest. He quickly wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"I love you Mickey."

"I love you too Baby."

xx End xx

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Hello!! I love your work so much ❤🥰. I wanted to know if I could request something with Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia? Something fluffy, loving with him?

Thank you so much ❤🥰

Dr Cupid.

Synopsis - Mickey Garcia passes out in hospitals. Luckily, this time there's a pretty nurse there to catch him.

Pairing - Mickey Garcia x Nurse!Reader

Warnings - a little cursing, a lot of tooth rotting fluff. mentions of blood and hospitals.

Age Rating - 16+

Word Count - 1.5k

Author's Note - thank you for this request!! i love mickey so much. i've been a HUGE danny ramirez fan for years, so i was so excited when he was cast in top gun, and mickey did not disappoint. an angel <3

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You pull back the crinkly blue curtain with a bit too much force, startling the man sat on the edge of the bed.

"Sorry!" you apologise, closing it behind you. "These things are always lighter than I think they're going to be."

"It's alright, ma'am. No worries."

He's handsome. Really handsome. Big blue eyes, golden blonde hair, an air about him that exudes intelligence and compassion. You smile at him gently before retrieving his chart, giving it a once over quickly.

"Lieutenant Robert Floyd. United States Navy."

He introduces himself, shaking your hand formally. You tell him your name, and he repeats it carefully.

"Pretty name."

"Thank you, Lieutenant."

"Please, call me Bob."

"Thank you, Bob."

He smiles at you bashfully, nodding his head.

"So, Bob, what seems to be the problem today?"

"Training exercise gone wrong. I'm clumsy. You can probably tell by my medical history."

You look over the chart, and laugh softly.

"So you are. What happened this time?"

"It's just a little cut, on my shoulder. I fell onto it, onto the tarmac. I told everyone I didn't need to see a doctor, but they insisted."

"Well luckily for you, I'm a nurse," you wink, chuckling when he blushes. "Let's get this shirt off you so I can take a look. You mind if I cut it?"

"Go ahead."

You cut a line clean down the middle of his t shirt, an old, grey thing. It falls off of him, allowing you to see his shoulder wound.

Just as you're about to explain your next steps, the curtain flies open, a man in a flight suit rushing in.

"Sir, can I help you?"

"He's with me. He's in my squad," Bob reassures you. "Fanboy, you don't have to be here."

"I want to be."

"Fanboy?" you ask, confused about the unusual name.

"It's my call sign. We're pilots. US Navy."

"Why didn't I know they had pilots in the navy? I thought that was the air force."

Fanboy grins at you, all gleaming white teeth, before holding his hand out for you to shake.

"Lieutenant Mickey Garcia. Weapons Systems Officer."

You tell him your name, followed by 'nurse', which makes them both laugh.

"Well, Mickey, if you take a seat, I'll patch up Bob here and you can both get back to flying your jet planes."

Mickey steps around you, eyes darting over Bob as he goes. He catches sight of his bleeding shoulder, and all the colour drains from him.

You've seen this before.

He goes pale, and then wobbles on his feet. You stride over and wrap your arms around him, catching him as he passes out.

"Shit," Bob swears. "I'd help, ma'am, but I'm a little out of commission right now."

"It's alright," you chuckle. "This happens a lot. I'm stronger than I look."

You manage to walk Mickey backwards, sitting him in the chair that you originally sent him towards. You cradle his face in your hands, holding up his head. His eyes flutter open, straight onto you.

"Did I die? Is this heaven?" he whispers.

Both you and Bob try not to laugh as you check him over.

"I'm afraid not, Lieutenant. You're in the hospital, visiting Bob. He's hurt his shoulder. Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember," he murmurs, embarrassed.

You grab him a cup of water, placing it into his hand carefully.

"You okay?"

His big brown eyes are locked on you, not leaving for a minute. He's beautiful, you realise suddenly. Yes, Bob is handsome, but Mickey is beautiful.

"I get a little weird around blood."

"You're telling me."

The smile he gives you is enough to move mountains.

"Okay, Garcia, listen up. You're gonna sit here and drink your water. Take big, slow, deep breaths. And do not, under any circumstances, look at Bob, okay? Keep your eyes on me, no matter what."

"Yes ma'am."

You leave him in his chair, returning your attention to the blonde. You take a good look at the wound, and decide it'll need a couple of stitches.

"I'm gonna clean this up for you, and sew it shut. I'm sure you'll heal fast, being a healthy pilot and all."

You glance over at Mickey, and see that he's still watching you. Gazing at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

"Bob, I won't lie to you. This is going to hurt. Feel free to hold onto me if you need to."

You numb his shoulder, before getting to work stitching it up. You flick your eyes to Mickey intermittently, smiling gently when his stare meets yours.

"Garcia, did you bring any spare clothes? I had to cut Bob's shirt off. I doubt he wants to walk out of here shirtless."

"Yeah, Phoenix has a bag in the waiting room. I'll go and grab it."

You watch him carefully as he stands, making sure he doesn't pass out again. He leaves, and Bob grins at you.

"He likes you."

"Everyone likes me, Bob. I'm a good nurse."

"No, he likes you. That's the quietest I've ever heard him sit. And he took your orders. He doesn't do that for anyone."

You shake your head, smiling as you do it.

"Are you single?"

"Very forward, Lieutenant."

"For him, not for me! You're beautiful," he justifies, "but I'm sort of dating my copilot."

"Sort of?"

"It's complicated."

"Then make it uncomplicated, Bob."

He thinks for a moment, before nodding.

"You're right. I'm going to talk to her."

Mickey comes barging back in with a t shirt in hand.

"Phoenix packed you an overnight bag, just in case. She says this is your shirt anyway."

You look at Bob and wink, chuckling when he blushes.

"Anything else, ma'am?"

"That's all. You've been a perfect patient Bob," you say, squeezing his other shoulder. "If you go to the desk, they'll give you some spare dressings for when you need to change it. Besides that, just take care of yourself, okay?"

"Okay. Understood. Thank you, for everything. I appreciate it."

The two of them leave in a flurry of thanks, Mickey casting a longing glance back at you. You can hear them bickering on the other side of the curtain.

"Fine!" you hear Mickey say, before he reappears.

"Uh... hi."

"You forget something?" you ask, looking around the bed.

"Yeah. To ask you out."

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, corners of your lips twitching.

"And to apologise. For before. Passing out, and all. I, uh-"

He scratches the back of his neck nervously before perching on the edge of the bed. You move to sit next to him, leg pressing into his.

"I practically grew up in a hospital. My Dad wasn't a nice guy, so my Mom was here all the time."

You lace your fingers with his, resting them on your thigh.

"I used to try and clean up her injuries at home the best I could, but sometimes it wasn't enough. He finally left when I was thirteen, and I didn't have to play doctor anymore."

He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

"Now, as an adult, I have this crazy reaction to blood. Even just a papercut is enough to have me hyperventilating. I guess I saw so much of it when I was a kid, that I can't handle it now?"

He looks at you expectantly, unsure of what you'll say.

"It's way more common than you think, you know. I have people pass out on me all the time. You're not alone, I promise."

He smiles at you softly, and you're convinced you've never met someone more beautiful.

"I have a friend who works on the fourth floor. She's a psychiatrist - which I know people roll their eyes at, especially men - but, she's really great to talk to. About anything. She can help with phobias. I've seen her do it."

He nods almost imperceptibly.

"I mean... it can't hurt to talk to her, right? Just once?"

"Exactly. I can give you her number, you can give her a call whenever suits you."

He nudges your shoulder with his, your hands still linked.

"Thank you. Bob doesn't love hospitals either, but you really set his mind at ease today."

"Just doing my job."

"Trust me, you're doing a hell of a lot more."

You feel the heat rise up your chest, praying he can't hear how fast your heart is beating.

"I know you probably work crazy shifts here, but... would you like to go for dinner sometime? I'd love to get to know you in a less... uh... clinical setting."

You grin at him, squeezing his hand tightly.

"I'd love to. As long as you promise not to pass out," you wink.

"That is a promise I cannot make."

You laugh with him, shaking your head.

"I should get back to work. God knows this place needs me."

"Of course. Do your thing, SuperNurse."

You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, handing him a card with your number on.

"Call me."

"What time do you get off?"

"7."

"I'll call you at 7:01."

"Deal," you laugh, pulling the curtains back.

You watch as he leaves to join Bob and a woman you assume is Phoenix in the waiting area. You wave at Mickey as you go, the other two pilots looking between you with knowing grins on their faces.

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[eternalsams]

Sometimes I go back to my own posts and I'm like "DAMN! I'm a good writer"

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[ryebecca]

daggers in a galaxy far, far away: "Permission to hop in an X-Wing and blow something up?" - Poe Dameron, The Last Jedi ⭐️

#star wars x tgm #tgmedit #mickey garcia imagine #mickey fanboy garcia imagine #mickey garcia #mickey fanboy garcia #top gun: maverick #danny ramirez #*myedit #*mymoodboard

[seresinhangmanjake]

Top Gun Mystery Solvers (tgm/scooby-doo)

The Leader - Jake Seresin

The Former Damsel in Distress - Natasha Trace

The Genius - Mickey Garcia

The Jokester/Occasional Live Bait - Robert Floyd

The Mystery Solvers - The Daggers

(More below the cut)

The Unmasked:

The Ghost Captain - Bradley Bradshaw

The Phantom of Vasquez Castle - Javy Machado

The Knight - Reuben Fitch

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[fanboyswhore9]

All of Me~ Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Moodboard by: @mshistorylover

Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x Fem!Reader (as a part of @ohtobeleah Galentine’s Day Celebration), based on the song, All of Me by John Legend.

TW: TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, MICKEY SPEAKING SPANISH (ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS WILL BE IN BOLD & ITALICS)

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The Top Gun Academy buzzed with excitement as Valentine’s Day approached, but for Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia & Y/N, the day held a special significance. Their love had blossomed amidst the roar of jet engines and the thrill of aerial maneuvers, forging a bond that was as strong as steel and as deep as the ocean.

As the sun dipped below the horizon on Valentine’s Day, casting a warm glow over the Academy, Mickey found himself standing with Y/N on a secluded overlook, their hands entwined as they gazed out at the breathtaking vista spread out before them. The air was filled with the soft strains of romantic music, a testament to the love that surrounded them.

With a gentle smile, Mickey reached into his pocket and pulled out a bouquet of roses, each bloom a vibrant symbol of his love for her. “Feliz Día de San Valentín, mi amor (Happy Valentine’s Day, my love),” he whispered, his voice filled with warmth as he offered her the flowers. “Estos son para ti, porque mereces nada más que lo mejor.” (These are for you, because you deserve nothing but the best)

Her eyes sparkled with delight as she accepted the roses, her heart overflowing with love for the man standing before her. “Gracias, Mickey,” she murmured, her voice tinged with emotion, before kissing his cheek. “Son absolutamente hermosas, al igual que tú.” (Thank you, Mickey. They're absolutely beautiful, just like you.)

Their fingers brushed against each other as Mickey and Y/N stood side by side, the warmth of their closeness enveloping them like a cocoon. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the magic of their love, time seemed to stand still as they basked in each other’s presence.

As the stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky, Mickey took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving her radiant face. “Hay algo que necesito decirte, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness. “Algo que ha estado pesando en mi corazón por demasiado tiempo.” (There's something I need to tell you, Y/N. Something that has been weighing on my heart for too long)

She turned to face Mickey, her eyes searching his for any hint of what he was about to say. “¿Qué pasa, Mickey?” she asked, her voice a gentle caress against his soul. “Puedes decirme cualquier cosa.” (What's going on, Mickey? You can tell me anything)

With a trembling hand, Mickey reached out and cupped Y/N’s cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her soft skin. “Te amo, Y/N,” he confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Eres mi principio y mi fin. Incluso cuando pierdo, estoy ganando.” (I love you, [Y/N]. You're my beginning and my end. Even when I lose, I'm winning)

Tears welled up in her eyes as she listened to Mickey’s heartfelt declaration, her heart swelling with love for the man who stood before her. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the Academy and the warmth of Mickey’s love, she knew that she felt the same way.

“Oh, Miguel,” Y/N breathed, her voice filled with emotion. “Yo también te amo, con todo mi ser. Me das todo de ti, y yo te doy todo de mí.” (I love you too, with all my being. You give me all of you, and I give you all of me)

With those three simple words, Mickey and Y/N sealed their love for each other, their hearts beating as one in perfect harmony. As they leaned in to share a tender kiss beneath the starlit sky, they knew that this Valentine’s Day would be one they would cherish forever.

Their love story continued to unfold, each day bringing them closer together and strengthening the bond that bound them heart to heart. Together, they faced the challenges of life with courage and grace, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could conquer anything that came their way.

And as they danced beneath the moonlight, lost in the magic of their love, they knew that they had found their forever in each other’s arms.

As the night wore on, Mickey and Y/N remained on the overlook, their laughter mingling with the soft rustle of the evening breeze. They shared stories of their past, dreams for their future, and whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears, their love growing stronger with each passing moment.

Eventually, they made their way back to their shared apartment, their hearts still aglow with the warmth of their love. They held hands as they walked through the corridors, stealing kisses in the shadows and reveling in the joy of being together.

As they reached, Mickey pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her in a warm embrace. “Te amo, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with love. “Now and forever, all of me loves all of you.”

She smiled up at Mickey, her heart overflowing with happiness. “And I love you, Mickey,” she replied, her voice soft but filled with conviction. “With all of me, now and always.”

And as they shared one final kiss beneath the moonlit sky, they knew that their love would stand the test of time, growing stronger with each passing day.

#Spotify #mickey fanboy garcia × reader #mickey fanboy garcia #mickey garcia #mickey garcia x reader #danny ramirez #fanboy x you #fanboy top gun #fanboy imagine #fanboy x reader #ohtobeleah

[mothdruid]

horus || mickey 'fanboy' garcia

"In the sky there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy and confusion."

god of kingship, healing, protection, the sky, and the sun

symbol: eye of horus

the egyptian deities

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[fluffyprettykitty]

For your summer sleepover 🩵 neighbour!Joaquin + saying goodbye at the door

pairing: neighbor!joaquin torres x female reader

words: ~500

a/n: thank you bb for this ask! <;3 I decided to go with the fluffy/funny route with this

You linger a little watching your new neighbor carrying your big pot from your car to your door. His muscular arms peeking under his black t-shirt, a glimpse of a golden chain shining at the back of his neck and the way he just seemed to want to help, it all made you incredibly attracted to you.

"Is this spot alright?" He asks as he turns around with a big smile on his face. God you could get lost inside it, it felt like he could power through the whole world with the warm energy he emitted.

"Yes." You stammer a little, you have no idea where you want your pot anyway, it's not like you can remember.

"I can place it anywhere you like." You chuckle as you come close to him.

"I think my mom wants it next to the door, she'll move it when she comes back from work."

"I can come by later, we'll be at the house shaping it, it's no problem for me." God, his friendly nature made you want to jump right into his arms.

"Oh, we wouldn't want to impose ourselves too much, honestly if I dragged it a little, I'd make it."

Joaquin smiled and pointed at the big heavy pot. "Well, no reason for you to break your back when I'm around."

You tried very hard to control yourself and not say something completely unhinged. Joaquin shrugged at your silence and awkwardly gestured to leave.

"Wait." You shook your head." You gotta let me make it up to you, somehow."

"Hmm." Joaquin mused and pointed at the lemon tree right next to your porch. "If you got any homemade lemonade that's my favourite."

You widened your eyes and looked between him and the tree and almost panicked because you can't remember if you got any.

"You know what." You smiled, "What about I collect some and I make you some freshly squeezed this afternoon?"

Joaquin nodded his head and beamed. Thank God your brain worked only momentarily.

"Tonight then."

"Tonight." You nodded and looked at him. You both spent a few moments looking at each other not really wanting to leave even though you had already made plans for tonight. You both stayed there smiling at each other until a honk was heard pulling you back to reality.

"Oh, shit, I gotta get to work." Your friend frantically waved from the driver's window. Joaquin chuckled bid you goodbye and headed down the street.

"New piece huh." Your friend giggled as you got inside the car. "Oh, shut up." You turned the volume up and pulled your phone up googling how to make lemonade.

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[bussyslayer333]

i don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you

summary: midnight conversations with your boyfriend mickey

pairing: mickey garcia x girlfriend!reader

word count: 0.5k

warnings: mentions of alcohol, general nonsense hehe

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” you question, eyes intently locked on his.

“Yes. Next question.” Mickey answers simply.

“No, let’s circle back. I want an explanation.”

Mickey stares in your eyes for a moment. He’s conjuring up the correct answer.

You’re both lying on the grass in your garden, beer bottles lying to the side of you. You were hosting a small get together with your friends at your house, everyone had left now. Leaving you and Mickey basking in the warm breeze brought by summers in San Diego, even at just gone midnight.

“I have a question.” Mickey finally decides.

“Shoot, my love.” You hum.

“Are we still able to communicate?”

“Hmmmmm. Considering you’re a human and I’m a worm; probably not. However, I think our love transcends those barriers so maybe.”

Mickey nods, taking in what you’ve said. “What if I found a way to become a worm as well, then we could both be worms and we could build a little worm life together.”

You squeeze his hand that is intertwined with yours, “that sounds nice.”

“I know right. Can I ask a question now?” He continues.

“Of course.” You lean up only to take a sip from your beer then lay your head back down amongst the grass.

“Would you rather we be a couple of worms or a couple of butterflies?”

“That’s a tough one.” You declare, “okay give me the facts.”

“We stay together no matter which one we become. But, in one we are worms and the other we are butterflies.” He answers, reaching a hand forward to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

He leaves his hand on your face, stroking at your cheek absentmindedly.

“Upon first inspection, I would say butterflies because they’re cuter obviously, but now i’m thinking about us living in a cute little vegetable patch as worms. Ooh could it be Bob’s veg patch?” You rant.

“The vegetable patch is wherever you want, baby.” He coos.

You nod in acknowledgment, “okay so we’re in Bob’s bountiful vegetable patch and we’re creating fertile soil so his vegetable’s can flourish as well as just having fun being a worm power couple.”

“Bet the other worms are so jealous,” Mickey chuckles.

“Totally. We’re like the Beyoncé and Jay-Z of worm couples.” You giggle.

Mickey rolls over and cages his arms above your head. He leans down and smushes his lips into yours. It’s kind of sloppy from both ends, and when you pull back breathless there is a string of spit connecting the two of you.

“Should we go inside, wormy?” He asks, rolling back down and pulling you into his chest.

You rest your head on his pec and look up to the moon.

“Five more minutes, wormy?” You tease.

“Fine.” He smiles.

“Why do we end up worms in all of these scenarios?” You ponder.

“I think it’s just testament to the idea that we’ll always find each other.” Mickey affirms.

You hum. “Sounds about right.”

a/n: sorry if this is crazy 😭😭 i just thought the worm question needed to be asked and obviously mickey would be the only to answer correctly

i hope u enjoy this weird little piece,, pls comment or reblog and tell me what you thought hehe

jake fic will be posted soon!

ty for reading!!

- honey <333

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fandom #top gun fanboy #mickey fanboy garcia #mickey garcia #mickey garcia x reader #mickey garcia x you #fanboy x reader #fanboy x you #mickey garcia imagine #fanboy top gun #fanboy imagine #danny ramirez #top gun imagine

[callsign-squints]

Don’t drop my baby ~ Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

Summary: The Dagger bunch meet baby Garcia

Pairing: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Fem!reader

Warning: None really, just fluffy :) with some minor cursing but that’s about it

Notes: I’m getting back into the groove of writing since I haven’t done it in a month, so I wrote a little something to get it out there. I’ve been busy with college and I haven’t had the time to write anything until now. Also, I know one of the pictures isn’t Fanboy but I thought it fit the theme for this one.. forgive me 🥲 Soo I hope y’all enjoy this little piece!

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The group chat has been going off since the arrival of baby Garcia. Mickey updated the chat with many pictures over the past couple of hours and everyone was excited to meet the new addition. The hospital only allowed three to four guests in the room at a time, so the group chat took it upon themselves to section into said groups. The first group set to go was Payback, Rooster, Halo, and Phoenix.

Mickey, the ever attentive husband, was nothing but a sweetheart to you and your baby boy. Throughout the duration of the labor and delivery, and now the recovery process, he was attentive to the needs of his family. Right now, he was sitting beside you on the hospital bed, watching how your boy was just gazing up at the two of you.

He was a mix of Mickey and Y/n, but you both could tell that he was going to have a head full of curls. Whether it be from you or Mickey, you don’t know, but he was going to be Mickey’s twin.

A knock interrupted the still moment and Mickey watched as his friends, technically yours now too, walked into the room. Phoenix was holding a little stuffed bear and Halo had a small gift basket with things for you and the baby. Payback and Rooster were the last ones in the room and held smiles on their faces.

“We would’ve been here earlier but Payback couldn’t decide on what flowers to get.” Rooster replied with a smirk.

Payback swiveled his head to look back at Rooster before smacking him upside the head.

“Don’t be telling them that! It’s not my fault that I didn’t know Y/n’s favorite flowers! We all can’t be as knowledgeable as you, bird brains!”

Rooster held the smirk on his face and shrugged. “Sounds like a you problem.”

Payback rolled his eyes and landed his eyes on Y/n and the baby. He looked so small in her arms and he could feel himself getting slightly emotional.

“Well would you look at that, Fanboy, you’re a dad now. How does that feel?”

“It’s a crazy feeling, man, but I’m loving every second of it.”

The girls went to your side, explaining the little things they had gotten you and showering you with compliments.

“Look at this little guy! He’s beautiful, Y/n!” Halo gushes while rubbing Y/n’s shoulder.

“You can definitely tell that’s Fanboy’s kid. I mean, just look at that hair!” Phoenix points out with a chuckle escaping her.

“What’re you talking about? What hair?” Payback jokes while looking at Mickey’s shaved head. Everyone laughs while Mickey glares at Payback and rubs his head.

“See, now none of you are going to hold him. I don’t think he’d be happy hearing you making fun of me. Plus I don’t want y’all’s dirty ass hands on him.”

Y/n flares at Mickey while swatting his arm, “Language! The sink is behind y’all, by the way.”

“Your kid’s not even potty trained, he’s not going to care about me making fun of his daddddyyyyyy!” Payback retorts while making his way to the sink, shoulder checking Rooster on the way. Both men slightly fighting over the sink/who gets to hold the baby first.

Payback makes it over to you first and holds his arms out for the baby. Y/n laughs at his eagerness and hands off the baby, showing him how to support the head and body.

Mickey gazed at his best friend holding his son and never thought he’d be so happy to see this moment come. He went back to your side of the bed and pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead, forever grateful for you creating his son.

“Hey little guy, I’m uncle Payback, or you can call me Uncle Ruben, Uncle Rue, it’s your choice, really.” Payback said while tearing up a little bit. “He truly is beautiful guys. Y/n, you did such a good job.” He then hands the baby off to Rooster who takes to holding your son with ease.

“Hey there, I’m your Uncle Rooster. God, you’re such a pretty baby.” Rooster bounces your baby around the room as the others gather around him.

“Hey, I meant to ask, did you name him yet?” Halo asks while stroking the babies head, in Rooster’s arms.

Mickey and Y/n looked at each other, smiling, before she laid her head on Mickey’s shoulder.

“Joel Ruben Garcia.”

Payback’s head snaps towards Mickey and Y/n, wondering if he heard it correctly. “His middle name is Ruben? Are you serious?”

“We wouldn’t want it to be anything else. You’ve done so much for me and you’ve saved my life more times than I can count. It’s only fitting that our son has that with him now.”

Payback’s eyes become glassy but no tears come out, as he walks over and gives Mickey a hug. He then makes his way over to Y/n and kisses her cheek, looking at the both of them with the utmost appreciation.

The baby then gets passed to Phoenix and Halo and they coo at the little boy in their arms. Rooster and Payback make conversation with Mickey and Y/n, while watching the two girls pass the baby back and forth.

After a while, group one decided to head out and give group two their fill of baby Joel. The girls left Y/n with a hug and a promise of checking up with her later.

“Don’t hesitate to call if any of you need anything, and I mean any of you.” Payback says while patting Mickey on the back.

“That includes you, little guy.” Rooster utters while gently poking the sleeping baby next to your hospital bed. In which baby Joel squirms in his sleep before settling again. Rooster quietly laughs to himself before turning to press a quick kiss to the top of Y/n’s head. “Get some rest, okay? You deserve it, little mama.”

Y/n smiled as both boys left the room. Mickey had a goofy smile on his face as he turned back to his wife. She looked absolutely gorgeous, as she always did. He thought that her being a new mom had made her glow even more than usual, but he knew that her becoming a mom had nothing to do with it, truly. She always had a glow about her, it was what drew him to Y/n. His best friend, his wife, his amor, the love of his life.

“Mickey, are you okay?”

He didn’t realize he must have zoned out while looking at her. He shook his head clear of his previous thoughts but couldn’t help the lovesick expression resting on his face.

“Yeah baby, I’m more than okay.”

Still a bit concerned, Y/n patted the spot next to her in bed, wanting to comfort her husband in some way. Mickey’s heart pounded at the gesture, sitting down, and wrapping both of his arms around Y/n. A content silence filled the room. Everything was as it should be.

“Are you sure you’re okay, honey? You spaced out for a bit there.” Y/n says while rubbing Mickey’s arm that’s around her shoulder. He thought her concern for him was endearing, considering she just pushed out a whole human a couple hours ago.

“I’m okay, baby, I promise. I was just thinking of today, the baby, and you. This new life we’re going to have together, and how happy I am that I’m doing this with you.”

Content with his answer, Y/n sunk back into his arms and dozed off into a much welcomed nap. Mickey knew the second group of his friends were going to show up sometime within the next hour so he made himself more comfortable and tightened his arms around your sleeping form.

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Group two eventually showed up but were quickly shushed by Mickey since Y/n was still asleep. He couldn’t really get up to greet them, with Y/n now sleeping on his chest, so he settled for a small wave. The group now consisted of Hangman, Coyote, and Bob.

“Look at you, Fanboy. A family man. If you wouldn’t have told us about your secret life a couple months ago, I wouldn’t have thought the day would come.” Hangman says quietly, out of respect for your sleeping form laying on Mickey.

Mickey rolls his eyes but otherwise smiles at the small, harmless, jab from Hangman. Coyote places down a small stuffed bunny he probably bought at the gift shop downstairs and his gaze lands on the sleeping baby in the carrier, next to the bed.

“Holy shit- is this him? Like this is ACTUALLY your kid?” Coyote says, excitement mixed with slight anxiety from being in the room with the tiny human before him. Don’t get Javy wrong, he loves babies. It’s just he’s this big macho man and he feels like he could accidentally crush this tiny human with the amount of excitement he has within him.

“Nah, he belongs to the lady that’s two rooms over and we decided to keep him.” Coyote gives Mickey a deadpanned look and it breaks Mickey out of his sarcastic state of mind. “Yeah man, he’s our kid. You can hold him if you want, but hold up, give me a second.”

Mickey maneuvers himself to lay you down on the small pillows on the bed but stops once he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns around to see Bob with a pillow that’s longer than the ones the hospital provides.

“I um, didn’t know what to get Y/n or the baby so I may or may not have asked Payback to let me into y’all’s house to bring the both of you some of your essentials. Phoenix and Halo helped me out and gathered Y/n’s things while I brought yours. They also told me to bring her pregnancy pillow? I know she’s not technically pregnant anymore but they said it would bring her some type of comfort here? What I’m trying to say is that-“

Bob’s rambling was cut off as Mickey lurched forward to engulf him into a hug. Startled, Bob moved back a bit but accepted it none the less. Mickey pulled away from the hug and gave Bob a smile, before turning and positioning Y/n the way she liked to be with her pillow. Once he was done, he glanced at the three men in the room, all of them huddled around the sink. He moved himself closer to the carrier and gently picked up his son. Baby Joel wasn’t too fond of the movement and started to whine but it only took Mickey a second to calm him down and to place him in Coyote’s waiting arms. “Meet Joel Ruben Garcia.”

Coyote was grinning so hard that Mickey thought it was going to stay that way. He was a natural, which surprised Mickey a bit but was comforted at the fact. He rocked Joel in his arms and softly spoke to him. What he was saying, Mickey couldn’t hear, but it kept a smile on Coyote’s face.

He then handed the baby to Bob, who was just as excited as Coyote to be holding him. Joel eventually woke up to see a new face and gazed in wonder at Bob. He hummed some tune that was unrecognizable to Mickey but the baby was pretty content with the WSO.

Mickey’s attention is then taken by Y/n, who was beginning to wake up. Upon noticing her pillow from home, contentment washed over her as she cuddled it more. “You can thank Bob for that.” Mickey winks at her before turning his attention to Bob handing the baby to Hangman.

Y/n made eye contact with Bob and mouthed “thank you” while shaping her hands into a heart. Bob lightly blushed and formed his hands into a heart back at her.

“Hey there Joel, I’m uncle Jake. You and I, we’re going to have so much fun together. Learning about planes, going to the park, checking out all the ladies-“

“That was starting to sound wholesome but then you brought up my son checking out girls and I’m gonna have to stop you there” Y/n cuts in from her place on the bed.

Hangman laughs while shaking his head at her. “C’mon little lady, I need myself a wingman, and little Joel here is the perfect wingman.”

Coyote stares at Hangman in offense, before hitting him swiftly in the back of the head, being cautious with the baby still in his best friends arms. “Next time you ask me to be YOUR wingman at The Hard Deck, I’m just going to let you figure that shit out for yourself.”

The room erupted with laughter as Hangman continued to sway Joel with the promise of him becoming his wingman once he gets older. Mickey disagreeing on it entirely, while Coyote sulks at being replaced by a baby, and Bob with a small smile on his face.

Y/n looked around the room. She knew that in her heart, no matter what happens, her son will always be surrounded with all the love in the world. Mickey and her were going to be okay. As long as they had each other, Joel, and their friends, things would always be okay.

#top gun imagine #top gun maverick x reader #danny ramirez x reader #mickey fanboy garcia #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #top gun x reader #danny ramirez imagine #mickey fanboy garcia imagine

[writingdumpster]

waiting

pairing: Lieutenant Mickey Garcia (Fanboy) x reader

warnings: 18+ SMUT, p in v, fingering, fem receiving oral, edging, dacryphilia, minor degradation, praise, fem masturbation, voyeurism, dom/sub dynamic (calling him sir), breeding, alcohol consumption. Minor Top Gun Maverick spoilers.

word count: 3,225

summary: After the events of Top Gun Maverick. Lots of teasing each other when Mickey comes home safe.

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You sat in the waiting area of the airbase. There was nobody else there. Everyone on the mission save for Maverick was quite young, and you were the only spouse. You had only been married a few months and this was the first time that you had to sit and wait to find out whether or not Mickey would be coming home ever again. You didn’t even know if he had been chosen to fly or not. You had your arms wrapped around your body and you were tapping your foot incessantly as you tried to settle your nerves. You heard the rumble of a plane landing and your foot stopped tapping briefly as you waited for the people on this plane to get off. The base constantly had people flying in and out, and it wasn’t even a major airbase. Four planes had arrived in the time you had been waiting, none of them bringing you the man you wanted to see most. You stared at the door, waiting to see if this would be the plane that brought Mickey home to you. 

The door pushed open and Hangman waltzed through the door with a smile on his face. He and Coyote were joking about something. You stood the moment you saw them. Mickey would be there soon. Most of the team had filtered through the doors and your anxiety was rolling back in. He’s fine, he just got off the plane later, nothing happened, you tried to assure yourself.

Payback walked in and you stared at him. If Mickey wasn’t coming home, Payback would be the one to tell you. Your anxiety decreased when Payback simply gave you a ‘hello’ and a kind smile. You felt like you had been waiting for years and you were about to walk onto the airstrip to find him yourself when Mickey finally entered the room. 

“Oh, thank god,” you muttered as you launched yourself towards him. You threw your arms around his neck. Mickey laughed as he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground and swinging you in a circle. You let your feet fall back to the floor as you pulled your head away just enough to crash your lips into his. Rooster had entered at the same time and he let out a wolf whistle at the sight of the two of you. Mickey chuckled against your lips. 

“I’m okay, mi amor,” he murmured through the kiss. You pulled away after a moment and let your eyes scan over every inch of him, searching for damage, but there didn’t seem to be any. 

“I was so worried,” you said, as if it wasn’t obvious. Mickey smiled and pecked your nose. 

“I’m fine, not even a scratch,” he said. 

“Did you get to fly?” You asked him. Now that you knew he was safe, you hoped he had gotten to, but you had to admit that before you knew he was safe you had been hoping he had stayed on the carrier the whole time. 

“Yep, me and Payback,” Mickey said with a smile. You grinned. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” you told him, leaning up to press another kiss against his lips. 

“You should be,” a voice called from behind the two of you. Mickey turned to see Maverick as he walked into the room. “He’s one of the best RIOs I’ve ever met,” Maverick added. Mickey loosened his grip on you, but kept one arm wrapped around your waist as he turned to face Maverick properly. You kept one arm around Mickey’s back and the other resting against his abs, your eyes never leaving your husband for a moment. 

“Thank you, Captain,” Mickey said with a smile. You leaned up onto your toes and kissed Mickey’s jaw and neck lightly while he was speaking to Maverick. Mickey blushed in embarrassment as he stood in front of Maverick. “Baby,” Mickey scolded quietly, trying to stop your affections while in the presence of his superior. You grumbled in disappointment as you leaned away. Maverick chuckled.  

“I’ll see you tomorrow for debriefs,” Maverick said. 

“You aren’t going to the bar?” Mickey asked. 

“I am. I’m not sure you are though,” Maverick said before walking out. 

“We’re going to a bar?” You asked, not bothering to keep the disappointment out of your voice. You wanted to have your husband back in your bed where he belonged. 

“One drink, mi amor. The mission was successful, we’re celebrating,” he told you. 

“I can think of some ways we could celebrate at home,” you said, trying to entice him into skipping the bar. He had been gone for five days. You needed him. Mickey smirked. 

“I can too. But drinks first. I want you to meet everyone properly,” he said. You sighed. 

“Fine,” you agreed. “One drink.” You emphasized the ‘one’ strongly.  Mickey chuckled. 

“Did you miss me that much, baby?” He asked. You ran your hands up and down his chest and abs, letting them linger at his belt buckle for a moment. 

“Yes,” you whispered against his neck before pressing kisses against his sensitive spots. “I didn’t touch myself while you were gone. Need you so bad.” Mickey groaned at your words. “Please, can we go home?” You begged. 

“One drink. You can be a good girl for another hour,” Mickey said firmly. You whined in disapproval. “And no teasing, or I’ll make it two drinks.” You leaned away from him and pouted. Mickey smiled as he saw your expression, finding you completely adorable.

“I’m going home after one drink with or without you,” you said, smirking. “And I’ll start without you if you don’t come with me,” you threatened. Mickey smirked back.

“Come on, let’s go. The faster we get there the faster we’ll go home,” he told you. 

You walked into the bar to find that everyone else was already there. They greeted your husband with loud shouts and firm pats on the back. He introduced you to each member of the team. You knew Payback already, he had been flying with Mickey for a few years already. When Mickey introduced Phoenix as his wingwoman you wrapped your arms around her in a hug, surprising both her and your husband. 

“Thank you for keeping him safe,” you said as you pulled away. 

“It’s my pleasure, ma’am,” she responded. You were going to keep talking to her, but you were interrupted by Hangman coming over and slapping your husband on the shoulder. 

“Be honest, Fanboy, did you hire this girl to pretend to be your wife? She seems a little out of your league,” Hangman joked. 

“She is out of my league,” your husband replied immediately. “So, she’s definitely out of yours.” Rooster snorted from across the high top table you were standing at. To your delight Penny brought over the drinks you had been waiting on. It was only a matter of time before you would be back home with your back pressed to the mattress. You drank your beer as fast as you could without Mickey’s friends growing suspicious. Mickey smirked at you as you placed your empty glass down. He was only half finished with his beer. You noticed and looked up at him with clear annoyance in your stare. You looked down at the drink and back up to his eyes. Mickey suppressed a laugh and pushed the glass away from him. You narrowed your eyes before getting an idea. 

“I’m gonna head home, babe. But you should stay here with your friends,” you said loud enough that everyone at the table would hear. Mickey had a look of panic in his eyes as the words left your lips. 

“That’s okay, I’ll come home with you,” he said quickly.

“You haven’t even finished your beer, baby. I’m sure one of them can give you a ride home,” You reached into his pocket and pulled out your car keys. 

“I don’t want to trouble them. I’ll come home now,” he responded at once. 

“It’s no trouble, I can drive you home,” Bob piped up. 

“Come on, Fanboy! You can’t leave before you finish your first beer,” Rooster called. Mickey glared at you. 

“Okay. I’ll finish my beer,” he said. You leaned towards him and kissed him chastely. 

“You should enjoy the night. Stay as long as you want. I won’t wait up,” you said with a smirk. Mickey’s jaw clenched as he thought of you making yourself come without him. You turned out the door and headed home with Mickey staring at you as you left. 

You didn’t waste any time stripping yourself down when you got home. You weren’t stupid enough to think your husband would stay at the bar long. You placed pillows in a stack in the center of your bed so you could lean back but stay upright. You were only wearing your bra as you sat down and opened your legs towards the bedroom door, bending your knees and so your feet were flat against the mattress. 

You reached down and ran your fingertips along your inner thighs, drawing goosebumps to your skin. You let one hand begin to stroke a line up your slit, already dripping with your arousal. You hummed lightly at the feeling. You reached up to your breast with your other hand, kneading it in your hand and pinching your nipple through the thin bra. At the same time the fingers on your other hand slid into you, making wet squelching sounds as you stretched yourself out. You were moaning freely into the empty room. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back into the pillows as you pumped in and out of yourself. 

Mickey entered the house. He could hear you moaning and felt his cock twitch at the sound. He pulled off his boots so he wouldn’t be heard as he walked into the bedroom. He held in a groan at the sight of you spread open on his bed with your fingers in your pussy and your hand squeezing your breast. Your moans were growing more and more desperate and you pulled your fingers from inside yourself to rub circles against your clit. Your eyes were still closed and you hadn’t noticed that Mickey was home yet. You were right on the edge, about to tumble over into a pool of pleasure when fingers wrapped around your wrist and yanked your hand away from your body. Your eyes shot open to see Mickey standing over you, glaring down at you with lust in his eyes. 

“You are such a slut,” he spat down at you. “You just couldn’t wait for me to finish my beer, could you?” You shook your head. 

“No, sir,” you replied. Your voice was dripping with desire. Now that you were alone with Mickey, you didn’t want to touch yourself anymore. You wanted him to touch you. 

“Well, now you’re going to have to wait, baby girl. All. Night. Long,” he told you. You whined in disapproval.

“Please, sir. I need you so bad,” you begged. Mickey loved to hear you beg. And you would’ve done anything to have him touch you at that moment. 

“Oh, you’ll have me, mi amor. But you aren’t going to come until I’ve got you crying for me,” he said slowly. You clenched at the thought. Mickey had never edged you before. Before you could say anything else, he was laying between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs and drawing your legs even further apart as he leaned down to your soaking cunt. He stopped just above you and inhaled deeply. He let out a low hum as he took in your scent. 

“Mickey!” You blushed brightly and tried to close your legs. He gripped them tightly, keeping them spread wide for himself.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby girl,” he murmured. “I’d die for this pussy,” he finished. You couldn’t think of anything to say but it didn’t matter because Mickey finally leaned down and licked a circle around your clit, drawing the most beautiful moan from you. He chuckled lightly. “You really did miss me, huh?” 

“So fucking much, Mickey. So much,” you muttered as you looked down at him perched between your legs. You dug your fingers into his arm, leaving marks behind from your nails. He looked up at you to keep his eyes locked with yours as he pushed his tongue into your opening and flicked it inside of you. You closed your eyes as a burst of pleasure spread through your nether regions. Mickey leaned away. 

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, princesa,” he ordered. You opened your eyes to meet his once more and he leaned back down, attaching his lips to your clit this time. You moaned loudly at the feeling and fought the urge to throw your head back against the pillows. 

“Ah, fuck, Mickey!” You cried out as he slipped a finger into you. All the muscles in your body tightened sharply at the feeling. He only thrust into you a few times before he pulled away entirely. He watched you writhe against the bed as your orgasm faded away. “No, please, no! Don’t stop!” You begged. Mickey chuckled. 

“I told you, baby girl. You’re gonna have to wait,” he whispered to you. And he meant it. He brought you up to the edge with his mouth and fingers five more times before he moved up your body. He kissed you roughly. His chin was glistening with your wetness and you could taste yourself on his tongue. You had wrapped your legs around his hips the moment he moved from between your legs, trying to pull his body against yours. 

“Why are all of your clothes still on?” You complained. 

“You want them off?” Mickey asked with a grin. 

“Yes. Now.” You reached at the buttons on his uniform and started to pull them open. The tan fabric of his uniform was stiff and you were struggling with the buttons, your fingers shaky from being edged so many times. Mickey smirked as he watched you trying to remove his clothes. 

“Do you need some help, baby girl?” He asked. 

“Please, sir,” you whimpered. Mickey grabbed your hands and raised them to his lips, kissing your knuckles before leaning back on his knees so he was upright and undoing the buttons himself. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it off the side of the bed. You hummed in appreciation at the sight of his bare chest, reaching up and running your hands along his body. They fell down to the buckle of his belt, which you were able to get open. You pulled at the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper, but you couldn’t get his pants very far down his body while he was straddling your hips. You whined as you tried to get his pants down far enough to free his cock, but found it impossible. 

“Is there something you want, mi amor?” Mickey taunted. 

“Want your cock, sir. Need it inside me,” you whined, your voice completely and utterly desperate. 

“Yeah? My little slut needs my cock in her tight cunt?” Mickey teased. You nodded furiously. 

“Please, sir. I need you so bad,” you whimpered. Mickey smiled. He climbed off the bed to pull his pants off and then found his place back over you. His cock was leaking with precum and looked achingly hard. You moaned at the sight of him. He chuckled. 

“You ready, baby?” Mickey asked. 

“Yes! Please, Mickey!” You cried, growing more and more impatient. He smirked as he pushed into you, your wetness making him slide in easily. You both moaned loudly. 

“Missed this pussy so much, baby girl,” he groaned into your shoulder. His strokes started slow and deep, each one pulling a pathetic whine from you. He sped up his thrusts after a while and your moans grew more desperate. He felt you tightening around his cock, your pussy aching to come. But he still wasn’t done with you. He pulled out suddenly, leaving you feeling empty and incomplete. He repeated his actions three more times before you couldn’t take it anymore.

“No, no, no, please, please, please,” you whined as he pulled out of you once more. You let out a strained sob, tears rising to your eyes. “I can’t anymore, Mickey, please! I need to come so bad. Please, just make me come,” you begged. Mickey leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, hushing you tenderly. 

“Okay, mi amor, okay. I’ll let you come this time,” he assured you. “You’re being such a good girl for me, baby.” You whimpered quietly as he slid back into you. You were so sensitive after all the times he had left you hanging on the edge. His strokes were deep and slow. 

“Harder, Mickey, please,” you cried. He snapped his hips roughly into yours. He pulled your legs up so they were straightened out against his shoulders as he thrust down into you, folding your body in half beneath him. You let out a strained cry as he hit a spot inside you that had you seeing stars. You tipped over the edge, screaming out in pleasure. Mickey felt your walls pulsing around him and reached down to your clit to rub it in quick harsh circles, strengthening your already overwhelming orgasm. He was snapping his hips against yours quickly and he couldn’t stop himself from emptying himself inside of you. You gasped for air as your orgasm began receding, tears pricking your eyes. Mickey let your legs fall down around his sides and he leaned down to kiss your cheeks and neck softly as you caught your breath. He wrapped his arms around you, rolling the two of you so you lay on your sides facing one another. 

“Are you okay, mi amor?” He asked after your breathing had evened out. He ran his hand gently along your cheek. You nodded. 

“Felt good,” you said shortly, unsure whether you’d be able to get many other words out. 

“Yeah?” Mickey grinned. “You did really well, sweetheart. You're always so good for me,” he praised. 

“You came inside me, didn’t you?” You questioned. Mickey’s expression fell a bit. 

“Yeah, I did,” he replied. It was quiet for a moment. 

“Do you want to get a Plan B?” You asked.

“Do you?” Mickey countered. You didn’t say anything, taking a moment to consider what you should say. You decided that honesty was the best choice. 

“No,” you told him. Mickey smiled. 

“Me neither,” he said. You hummed contentedly and snuggled into Mickey’s chest. He turned his head down to kiss the top of your head. 

“I love you, mi amor,” he sang quietly into your ear. You just barely leaned forward and kissed his chest over his heart lovingly. 

“Love you too,” you murmured as you drifted off against the bare chest of your husband. You slept soundly for the first time since he had left as did he. Your love was the kind people wrote songs and poems and books about. Everyone who met you could see it. You had never believed in fate or soul mates, or anything similar, but when you met Mickey, you knew that you were destined to be with him for the rest of your life.

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[make-me-imagine]

Home For Christmas

12 Days of Christmas: Day 4

Plot: You think this Christmas will be the second one in a row without Joaquin home. But, unbeknownst to you, he has a surprise up his sleeve.

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Gn!reader

A/N: I did not specify which 'Falcon' the ornament was referencing, so you can choose lol.

Warnings: None!

Words: 1k

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You had a grin on your face as you walked around the house showing Joaquin the decorations you had put up.

"And, here are our stockings!" You said cheerfully as you panned the camera to the stockings hanging above the fireplace.

You and Joaquin had made them together a few years before. It had been your first Christmas together. And now, this would be your second Christmas in a row apart.

You heard him chuckle. "And what about the ornaments on the tree?"

Turning the camera to the tree in the corner, you walked closer. "I've only put on the lights and tinsel so far. The ornaments were always your favorite part, it feels weird putting them on alone."

"Well maybe when I get some time to call tomorrow, you can prop me up and I can watch."

You smiled as you turned the camera towards your face. "I was hoping you'd say that."

He grinned at you "Did you get the one I sent you?"

Walking over to the table, you flipped the camera. "Yes, I did." You spoke with amusement as you lifted the Falcon themed ornament he had sent you.

"Nice! I want that one right up front!"

"Yes Sir." You chuckled.

Hearing a muffled noise in the background, you saw Joaquin's face change before he looked back into the camera.

"I gotta go love."

You were certain the disappointment showed in your face, but you tried to smile.

"Alright."

"I will see you later okay? I love you."

"I love you too." You smiled more brightly this time. "Be careful, and text me when you can, okay?"

"You got it." He winked as he waved goodbye.

Waving in return, you saw the screen go black before the call ended. You sighed as you looked over at the tree, feeling your chest tighten a bit. It never felt right when he wasn't here, especially around the holidays. It had been nearly two months since you saw him last, you had both been so busy with work, which unfortunately kept you separate recently.

Setting your phone down, you walked around the house, the only sound you could hear was the padding of your feet on the tile. Recalling two years before, when you and Joaquin decorated the house, you felt a hint of melancholy wash over you.

The whole house had smelled like cookies, as Christmas music played over the speakers. You and Joaquin danced around together, as you decorated. Fighting playfully over which decorations went on the tree that year, before you decided to put all of them. Remembering how crowded and ridiculous the tree looked, you smiled.

After setting out a few more decorations, and cleaning up the kitchen, you headed up the stairs to take a shower. You tried to distract your thoughts with the final few Christmas present you still had to buy.

One decently long shower later, you got dressed, and walked out of the bathroom. You only made it a few steps before you stopped, your heart picking up pace as you felt your senses go into overdrive.

The soft sound of Christmas music could be heard from downstairs. Looking at your phone, you checked to see if you had connected to the speakers. Seeing this was not the case, you slowly and quietly walked towards the stairs.

Peering down the stairway, you could hear the music better, and you heard the sound of soft footsteps near the kitchen. Your heart began pounding in your chest as you quietly made our way down the steps, trying not to make a sound.

Did a family member stop by? A friend? Or was this worse? Your hands were clenched as you tried to remain calm, but prepared.

As you made your way onto the floor, you reached over and pulled an umbrella from the stand by the front door. Stepping around the corner, your whole body jolted as you saw someone standing in the kitchen.

The person stood upright out of surprise as you rounded the corner.

Your heart seemed to jump through your chest at the sight, as emotion welled through you quickly.

"Joaquin?" Your voice was a shrill whisper.

Joaquin's eyes darted from the umbrella in your hand to your face as he grinned "Did I scare you?"

"Did yo- Joaquin!" You threw the umbrella to the ground as you ran over to him.

He rounded the counter quickly as he scooped you into his arms, lifting you off the ground momentarily.

"What are you doing here!?" You voice was heavy with emotion as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck.

His familiar scent washed over you and you felt tears well in your eyes. You shut them tightly as you heard him chuckle.

"I wanted to surprise you. There was no way I was gonna let you spend two Christmas's in a row without me."

As you let go of each other, you looked into his face and smiled before you softly smacked his shoulder.

"You know I hate being caught by surprise."

He grinned "Even by me?"

You smiled and shook your head as you tugged his collar, pulling him into another hug "You're the exception"

He hugged you tightly before pulling away to press a kiss to your cheek. You gently cupped his face, before you kissed, your chest heavy with emotion and excitement.

When you pulled way he spoke softly in a sing song voice "I got you."

You rolled your eyes lightly "Yes, you did. Where were you when we were talking earlier?"

"Airport." He said with a cheeky smile.

"So you're home for Christmas?" You asked, your voice hopeful.

He nodded "And a bit longer, I got a pretty decent leave. By the time I have to go, you'll be ready to get rid of me."

You shook your head "That would never happen."

He smiled as he pulled you into another quick kiss.

"Now, how about we turn up the Christmas music, make some hot cocoa, and decorate the tree huh?"

A grin spread across your face as you nodded. You let out a startled laugh as Joaquin suddenly scooped you up into his arms and began carrying you into the next room. You held tightly onto him, as joy washed over you.

This was a Christmas you'd never forget.

xx End xx

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[siempre-bucky]

what happens when Mickey grows his hair out...

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Fem!Reader

Summary: some snippets of moments between you two when Mickey grows his hair out

warnings: oral (fem receiving), mickey like his hair pulled, mentions of smut

You loved when Mickey took leave for many reasons. He’d be home for a few weeks, being able to see his face every morning and late-night movie marathons in your shared bed or on the couch. There was one thing you enjoyed the most: his hair. Mickey’s hair grew faster than the weeds in your front yard. In a couple of short weeks, his buzz cut transformed into a beautiful head of jet black curls. 

The moment he walked into the kitchen he saw that look in your eye, “You good, mi amor?” he chuckled as he walked to the fridge, tilting the brim of his baseball cap. 

“Take it off, Mickey,” you told him, your grin widening. 

He turned around, confusion written all over his face. His deep brown eyes watched as your eyes flickered from his face up to his head. The wso smirked and sauntered over to you, placing his arms on the sides of the counter to cage you in. reaching up, you pulled the dark blue hat off to let his short curls spill from the top. “Love when your hair’s like this,” you bit back a small moan as you carded your fingers through the soft locks of hair. 

Mickey thought his hair was a struggle when he grew it out. He no longer could use his beloved 2-n-1 that you two playfully bickered about all the time, it kept getting in his face and tickling his forehead. Yet he put up with it for you, seeing your face light up when he stepped out of the shower with the wet curls stuck to his face and how you’d laugh when it tickled your nose when he hovered over you. 

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“Can I braid it?” you asked one night while he had his head in your lap, his favorite movie on the tv in front of you. Mickey smiled and fanned out his hair over your thighs. 

“Sure, cariño,” he hummed, his attention still on the tv. 

You could do this for hours, running your hands through his soft hair and braiding small sections before undoing it just to do it all over again. Sometimes Mickey would fall asleep to the feeling of your fingernails gently scraping his scalp, one of the few times he felt totally and completely relaxed. 

—

Mickey hated to admit he liked the attention to his hair, made his head all nice and fuzzy when you touched it. 

“Baby,” he sang as he walked out of the bathroom, towel hanging low on his hips. 

“Hmm?” you looked up from your phone, breaking out into a smile as he sheepishly looked at you from the foot of the bed. 

He pressed the back of the brush to his nose and looked at you with big eyes, “Will you brush my hair?”  

Giggling, you sat up straight and pulled him into your lap, ignoring how wet your shirt was getting. He sat up straight, goosebumps covering his tan skin as you drag the brush through his damp hair. “You used the good stuff,” you remarked happily as you smelled the product in his hair, leaning forward to kiss his bare shoulder. 

“Shampoo…and conditioner.” He was so proud of himself. 

— 

One of your favorite parts of his longer hair was in the middle of the night when his head was buried between your thighs. “Mickey, please,” you whined, your hips rising off the bed. He used his hands to pull them back down, his fingertips leaving tiny bruises which you had hoped for. 

“I’m taking my time,” he hummed against your core, the vibrations making you cry out. Your fingers curled and flexed at your sides as he ate you out like it was his last meal, tongue flicking relentlessly on your folds but purposely missing the spot you needed him the most. “You’re so pretty when you’re desperate and needy for me, cariño,” he cooed, lifting his head and pushing back his hair. Eyes on you as he went back down. 

With another small desperate whine, you tangled your hand in his hair and gave it a rough tug. “Mickey, please, please. Make me cum,” you begged. He let out a pleasure-filled groan as your grip on his hair tightened. He let your hand guide him upward, tugging hard as his lips finally covered your throbbing clit. 

—

Having his hair pulled was something he didn’t know he liked, but he craved it. It was the perfect sensation to push him over the edge. His warm body pressed against yours as his hips pistoned, mumbling noncoherent things into your neck. “W-what?” you panted, nails deep into his back. 

“Pull my hair—’m so close,” he moaned pathetically into your ear. You bit down on his shoulder and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling hard enough that he threw his head back and spilled inside you. 

— 

When his leave came to an end, you looked at him longingly when he came home from the barbershop. His curls were gone but he left just a little on the top for you to play with, “Do I still look ok?” he asked as he wrapped you in his arms. 

“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met, Garcia. With or without the hair.”

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[eternalsams]

Southern Nights ⇴ M.Garcia

pairing: Mickey Garcia x fem!reader

warning/content: protective big bro energy, recomposed family, smitten Fanboy as we love him

summary: your boyfriend is finally meeting your family but it doesn't go as he planned it.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: English isn't my mother tongue, please take that into consideration.

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"What about you, Fanboy? Doing anything special for the holidays?" Rooster asked the younger man as he took a sip from his beer. Mickey couldn't contain the smile that appeared on his lips and raised his chin, a proud look in his eyes. "I do, actually. Meeting my girl's family for the first time." All his friends howled and cheered him on, making him slightly blush. "This is getting serious, Garcia. Make sure to compliment the mama and stay away from the pop's shotguns." Hangman clapped his hand on Mickey's shoulder with a sneer. "Not everyone keeps shotguns to terrorize their daughter's boyfriend, Bagman." Phoenix slapped the blonde's hand from Fanboy's shoulder before turning to the WSO. "Don't worry, I'm sure they're gonna love you. If your girl's as wonderful as you say, her parents must be amazing people too." She reassured him. "You seem pretty in love, where did you hide the ring?" Payback teased his WSO. "In my gym bag." He admitted, not ashamed of how smitten he is for his girl. "What did you say her name was again?" Hangman's voice teased again. Mickey turned to him with a fake-smile. "Not your business, Bagman."

You were practically jumping at the sight of your childhood house. It's been so long. Your hand holding his, you were pulling him toward the big house. You both walked up the few steps on the porch and before you could knock at the door, Mickey dropped the bags he had in other hand and pulled up against him before kissing you deeply. You were surprised but didn't complain. You pulled away, your cheeks flushed and looked at him. "What was that for, Mister Garcia?" You ran your fingers on his shoulders, inspecting his button-up shirt. "I don't think your parents will allow me to kiss you that way for the next week." He then pecked your lips and smiled down at you when you giggled. "You're a dork..." He bent down to grab the two bags and you went to knock on the front door. An elder woman was quick to open it and you threw yourself in her arms, wrapping your arms around her. Mickey smiled softly and locked eyes with the woman holding you close. Your mom quickly released you from the hug and she looked at you surprised. "Oh My! He's even more handsome than on the pictures you sent me!" Mickey smiled wildly at the compliment and wrap an arm around the woman who hugged him. You watched them with a loving smile and waited for them to separate to go into the house.

Mickey was met by an incredible smell and he already felt like home. "It smells amazing, Mrs Y/L/N." Mickey held onto the bags, not really sure where to put them. "Oh, you can call me Kate, sweetie. And I hope you're hungry!" She reached for your jacket to put it in the closet. "She cooked enough to feed the whole town!" A masculine voice joined the discussion. A wide grin took place on your face and you went to hug an elder man, your father, Mickey guessed. Your dad pulled away from you and straightened up to make himself taller to face Fanboy. Kind as he was, Mickey smiled at the man and extended his hand with genuine interest. "It's very nice to meet you, Sir. Y/N can't stop talking about you, both of you actually." He quickly glanced at your mom who slightly blushed and waved it off. Your father turned towards you as he shook Mickey's hand. "Did you tell him to say that?" You simply shrug and smile at him. "Maybe." Your father laughed a bit and turned back to Mickey. "It's okay, at ease, Lieutenant. And you can call me Jacob." He tapped Mickey's shoulder before taking the bags from his hand and leaving for the rooms to drop them in your room for the holidays. "Did you bring anything else with you, darling?" Your mom asked you. "Yeah, the rest is in the car." You smiled at her and she took Mickey's hand to lead him in the kitchen so he could help her setting the table. Mickey looked back at you and you waved your fingers at him with a soft smile. Your dad came back and walked to the french doors leading to the backyard. "Hey, Junior! Come help me with your sister's bags!" He called loudly to be heard over the children's screams.

"Aunt Y/N is here?" You could hear a little boy's voice ask before you were tackled by your sister's 5 year old son, and your godson. "Hey there..." You crouched down to scoop him in your arms. "I missed you. How is California?" He held you close, tightening his little arms around your shoulders. "It's amazing. It's hot, you'd love the beach. And I brought home someone I'd like for you to meet." You stroked his back and scratched the back of his head to draw his attention. He pulled back from your neck and looked at you with a frown. You said nothing and simply smiled, walking to the kitchen where your mom and Mickey were chatting. When you passed the doors, your boyfriend looked over at you and an excited grin took place on his face when he saw the child in your arms. "Noah... This is Mickey, he's my boyfriend. Mickey, this is my first love, Noah." You kissed your godson's cheek, making him giggle. Mickey walked up to you and shook Noah's hand. "It's really nice to meet you Noah, I've heard a lot about you. Wow, you really got a firm grip!" He exclaimed as he pretended to painfully rub his hand, earning a giggle from the boy. From the corner of your eye, you could see your dad and your brother walk up to your car and get everything out. Noah got shy as Mickey kept softly smiling at him and he buried his nose in your neck. "Are you in love?" He whispered in your ear, but loud enough because you could see Mickey smile even more. "We are." You answered as you rubbed his back. "Are you gonna get married and have kids?" He then asked in your ear. You smiled even more and turned your head so you could whisper back in his ear. "I hope so. I'm just waiting for him to be ready and pop the question down on one knee." The little boy laughed and squirmed in your arms. You crouched down and let him go back outside to play with his sister. The front door opened again and you could see Mickey frown when he heard your dad and your brother talk. He walked out of the kitchen and froze.

"Bagman?!" The latter froze in turn and looked at your boyfriend then looked at you. "You gotta be kidding me..." He sighed before dropping the bags he was holding. Mickey turned to you with a shocked expression and pointed at your brother. "You didn't tell me your brother was Hangman! Why isn't your name Seresin then!" The annoyed expression on Jake's face changed to a protective one when he heard your boyfriend raising his voice while talking to you. You simply chuckled and shrugged. "Because I'm not a Seresin, Jake's dad met my mom after I was born, we don't have the same dad. They got married when I was six and I got used to calling him dad." Mickey turned back to Jake who was looking between you and your boyfriend. "Everything good, Y/N?" The blonde asked. "Everything's good, Jake. Don't worry, I should've told you guys, I knew you worked together for a while and I thought it would be fun to keep this for me until your met. And it was fun." You chuckled and took your boyfriend's hand before leading him to the backyard to greet your niece and your sister and her husband. You heard Jake groaning behind you and turned back to throw him a glare, asking him silently to behave and not cause a scene. You wanted these vacations to be perfect for everyone. Jake sighed and rolled his eyes before grabbing your bags and following his dad to your room. He dropped the bags on your bed and stopped in his track and he saw Fanboy's gym bag. The ring. He quickly checked if anyone was coming in the hallway but he only heard chatting in the backyard. He opened the bag and searched for a little satin bag, a black velvety box, anything. He stopped his research when his hand touched something that had no reason to be in a gym bag. An envelop. He took it out of the bag and read your name in Fanboy's handwriting. He felt the envelop between his fingers and recognized the shape of a ring with a stone one one side. A big one, that is. He decided he knew enough and put the envelop where it was and put everything back how it was before closing the gym bag and leaving the room.

Jake joined everyone outside in the backyard, still deep in his thoughts, and was surprised when his niece threw herself in his arms, screaming and laughing, oh so happy to have her entire family reunited for the holidays. He looked up and saw you perched on Mickey's lap, laughing at something his dad said. He locked eyes with the WSO and walked up to them, dropping off the little girl so she could go play with her brother. "I saw you brought your gym bag." He said directly to Fanboy who froze and widened his eyes. All colors left his face and he realized Jake knew about the ring and that he planned to propose. To Jake's sister. You turned to your boyfriend and furrowed your frows, feeling there was a silent discussion between the two men. "I know a good place for a good run, I'll show you tomorrow morning if you want." The blonde pilot tapped Mickey's shoulder who seemed to breathe for the first time since his colleague opened his mouth. His grip on your hips loosened and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you closer and resting his chin on your shoulder. "Thanks, man." He only said before turning his attention back to the two children trying to show him what they learned in gym class.

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