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dumbseee · 10 months

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life saver.

f1 au: in which, you’re a famous singer and you just got out of a very toxic relationship, so when fans starts noticing how close you’ve gotten to a certain formula one driver, they get protective.

carlos sainz jr x singer!reader.

fc: madison beer.

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y/n: today was my first concert since my hiatus, you guys were amazing and i couldn’t thank you enough for your support! i love you guys so much <3

bellahadid: you’re so strong baby!

fan1: we missed you so much!

fan2: omgggg please come to asia!

fan3: she’s the only artist i’ll sell my kidney for

fan4: her new album is devastating, i’m so glad she’s finally happy

fan5: a year without you was too much!

fan6: she looks like a princess and a fairy at the same time it’s amazing

fan7: wtf is carlos doing here?

fan8: @.fan7 he just started following her, that’s weird

fan9: @.fan8 let the boy be a fanboy omg

liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc, lewishamilton and 689 008 others.

carlossainz55: my thoughts will echo your name, until i see you again.

fan1: THE?? Y/N?? LYRICS??

fan2: am i dreaming or carlos used enchanted’s lyrics??

landonorris: looking good mate!

fan3: he looks so good wtf

fan4: i’d kill to be that damn dog

fan5: WHY IS EVERYONE IGNORING THE THIRD SLIDE?? WHO IS THAT??

fan6: @.fan5 that looks like his sister tbh

fan7: @.fan5 that must be isa, apparently they’re still seeing each other

fan8: spill the tea carlos, you’re too old to be soft lauching

liked by gigihadid, vittoria, taylorswift and 2 008 689 others.

y/n: no need to ask, he’s a smooth operator.

fan1: nah man they HAVE to be dating

fan2: @.landonorris you know something, so spill IT

landonorris: @.fan2 carlos will kill me, are you nuts?

fan3: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

fan4: @.landonorris you just ruined their whole soft launch thing BSIDODOLD

fan5: @.landonorris run boy because if carlos catch you, you’re done for

carlossainz55: i’ll shave your head in your sleep, lando norris.

landonorris: @.carlossainz55 I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING???

liked by landonorris, carlossainz55, charlottesiine and 3 789 788 others.

y/n: more pictures of our little trip to capri :) (don’t worry everyone, lando is still alive)

carlossainz55: well, now we don’t have to hide anymore, i love you mi cielo.

liked by y/n.

landonorris: i BARELY made it, carlos threatened to run me over if he saw me in the streets of monaco!

fan1: BSKDODOOD

fan2: *let’s all pretend we didn’t know already*

fan3: please take care of her, carlos.

carlossainz55: @.fan3 trust me, i will.

fan4: carlos is literally the only man I’ll trust around y/n

charles_leclerc: congrats lovers!

liked by y/n.

fan5: can’t wait for her paddock outfits!!

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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Fangirl

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x waitress!reader

Warnings: None! All fluffy

Wordcount: 919 (a short thing i know)

A/N: Just a little something I had in my head since last night

Translation: cielo means sky

Mickey is in love. Really.

Absolutely in love.

There’s this new waitress that Penny hired a few months ago, and he can’t stop thinking about her.

He’s always ready to go to the bar and ask for another round just so he can have an excuse to talk to you. He has also driven you home a couple of times when you got out really late, even though it wasn’t exactly close to the base.

But he loved talking to you. You were a bit of a nerd yourself. Scratch that; you’re a big nerd. There’s not a show you don’t know or a movie you haven’t watched. It’s like you’re this enormous encyclopedia of pop culture. Conversations with you can last for hours. And he enjoys it; he enjoys talking; he enjoys seeing that little smile on your face when you're talking about something you find fascinating, or the way your eyes shine like stars when he mentions that character you adore.

One day, however, you stop smiling. Happiness doesn’t reach your eyes anymore.

Why? Why don’t you talk about Marvel with him anymore? Where has your smile gone?

Payback tells him that maybe you’re going through a rough patch. Things will return to normal soon, and he will see that smile again.

But Mickey can’t wait for that smile to appear again by itself. Maybe he can help. Maybe he can help you.

At first, you dismiss it, not wanting to worry him. But the more you push him away, the more he insists on knowing what’s happening with you.

One day, tired of everything, he waits until the end of your turn, sitting on the hood of his car, until you come out of the bar.

“Mickey? What are you doing here?” You look at your phone to see what time it is. “It’s really late, you should go back to base and rest.”

“I’m not leaving, cielo. Not until you tell me what’s happening.” He gets up from the car, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Mickey, everything’s okay. I told you already.”

“Bullshit.”

“Oh, come on!” You groan, walking to the bus stop. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“So there’s something that’s bothering you!” He says with a triumphant tone, as if he’s glad that he caught you in a lie.

“Miguel!”

“Nah ah, don’t Miguel me.” He grabs you by the hand and turns you around. “You know I care about you, right?”

You nod, looking at his boots.

“Then talk to me, please. I need to know what’s happening so I can help you.” His tone, more tender than before, makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. He’s so sweet and kind.

“I…talked with this guy the other day. A friend of mine.” You turn your phone around, fidgeting with it. “I told him that I had a crush on this guy… He’s amazing, and lovely. We have many things in common.”

Mickey feels his soul break in two. One part of him feels like he has lost his opportunity. Another part thinks that maybe, and just maybe, you’re talking about him.

And he needs to desperately hold onto that idea.

“Go on, please.”

“Yeah well, he told me that a girl like me should be… less like me, and more like the other girls.”

“Less you? I don’t know who this guy is, but he’s an absolute idiot. You’re awesome, cielo. Any guy would be lucky to be with you.”

You smile sadly. “You think so?”

“I don’t think so, I know so.” He places his hand under your chin, raising your hand so you can look at him. “What other stupid things did this friend of yours tell you?”

“That I should stop being a fangirl.”

Mickey frowns. “Honey, that’s like your whole personality.”

“Yeah… It’s not easy to stop being who you are.”

“Then why do you follow his advice?”

“Because I wanted to impress you!”

“Me?” He cups your face, laughing. “Cielo, do you remember my call sign?”

“Fanboy.” You close your eyes, feeling absolutely stupid. “Yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that part to my friend.”

“Hold on, hold on, let me process this.” He chuckles, licking his lips before tilting his head. "Little miss, you have a crush on me, and you stop talking about everything you like just to impress me?"

“If you say it like that, it sounds like I’m an idiot.” You whine, covering your face.

“You’re lucky I like idiots, then.”

You punch him in the shoulder, and he moves his hand over that spot, trying to sooth the pain. “Hey!”

"I am the only one who can refer to myself as an idiot, idiot."

He snorts, getting the keys of his car out of his pants. “Sooooo, there’s a new episode of The Last of Us. Maybe we can watch it together?”

“Are you asking me on a date, Fanboy?”

“Only if you accept, Fangirl.”

“But we’re getting pizza. And sweets. Lots of sweets.”

“And tissues, because you’re gonna cry a lot.” He says, walking you to his car.

“It’s not my fault that Pedro Pascal is such a good actor!”

Mickey opens the door for you, waiting until you get inside. “Do you have a Latino kink or something?”

“Miguel!”

He starts laughing while closing the door. He’s happy now. Not only can he see that smile on your face again, but he also knows that there’s an opportunity for him.

He got his own personal fangirl.

#top gun maverick #top gun x reader #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun fanfiction #mickey garcia fluff #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #mickey garcia x reader #mickey garcia #mickey fanboy garcia #fanboy x you #top gun fanboy #fanboy x reader #mickey garcia fanfic

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sometimes-i-write-good · 1 year

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¿Quieres bailar conmigo?

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x gn!pilotreader [no use of y/n]

2.6k || Fanboy comes home from leave a day early to surprise you, but you surprise him instead.

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Genre: fluff

CW: overload of charisma

Author's Note: Fanboy is my favorite Top Gun: Maverick character and I’ve already read everything in existence about him, so I have to take matters into my own hands. || cross-posted on ao3

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The first thing Mickey heard when he turned the lock to your shared apartment was a breakup song playing loudly. Punctuated by your passionate cries. In some form of a miracle, you managed to miss every note, which Fanboy took as a sign that your heart was not truly broken and José José merely possessed you with the urge to put on the performance of a lifetime.

He slipped quietly into the flat. Taking his time to unlace his shoes, set down his bag, and softly clicked the door shut behind him. You were not alerted in the slightest. Too busy in the kitchen stirring and shouting, “Qué triste luce todo sin ti. Los mares de las playas se van.”

Every other line you would spin, working your feet through a quick box step with the occasional fling of your spoon when the emotion built. “Se tiñen los colores de gris. Hoy todo es soledad.” you stepped backwards, closer and closer to Mickey with your hips swaying in a way that made his uniform fit a bit too tight.

“Media naranja…” he let his voice trail off, soft enough for you to hear him. The last thing he wanted to do was interrupt the moment with a spike of adrenaline. He’d tried his best, but he never was good at subtlety when it came to you.

“Holy fuck!” You let out a startled scream, hand coming up to clutch at your heaving chest. “Mickey, I thought I asked you to stop doing that.”

“Aw, mi vida,” he laughed, stepping closer to grab you by the hips and pull you close to him. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You stick your bottom lip out at him in a pout. Far enough out that he can’t help the way his gaze lingers on it. “Don’t think you can kiss it better,” you tell him.

Fanboy hums. He brings a hand up to trail the back of his index finger down your cheek so that he can tilt your chin up a bit further. “Can’t I?” It’s fun to watch your reaction to the question, feeling the slightest strain against his fingers and you try to move closer to kiss him.

“Mickey,” you whine.

He closes the gap between you. “Mi cielo.” His voice is low, raspy. All his attempted teasing seems to take more out of him than you and he’d been away for far too long to let his moment draw out any longer. Fanboy cupped your cheek then pressed his lips against yours, filling in all the passion he’d left you without while he was away.

The last kiss he gave you before he’d left was quick. A domestic kind of peck married couples gave one another as they ran out the door for work. In a way, Mickey had convinced himself on the plane to Virginia Beach, that is exactly who the two of you were. You’d been together so long that being moved around from base to base wasn’t the heartbreaking news that it had once been but rather a fact of life the two of you had to live with. Still, it didn’t excuse the way Fanboy had let his own being late impact the last memory of him you were left with before he’d walked out the door. It was something he fully planned to make up for today.

His tongue ran over your bottom lip greedily. Mickey could, and had, memorized every corner of your mouth and it would never be enough to truly satiate him. The moment your lips parted for him Fanboy jumped on the opportunity to run his tongue along the side of yours. He moved with a confidence you had only ever been able to bring out of him.

You hum in satisfaction, fingers going to hook in the belt loops of his uniform. Sure of yourself. A goddess in control of his futile sense of humanity. Freedom and a prison all in one. There could be worse fates than being locked onto your lips for all eternity. Some Fanboy didn’t care enough to explore. Not when he had your body pressed against him and his lips bruised by the shape of yours.

“Mi cielo.” Mickey murmurs against your lips when he goes to take a breath. A kiss pressed to each of the corners of your mouth. “You have no clue what you do to me.” And then, as though you knew full well what you did to him, you slid your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to your lips once again.

You’re the one to pull away after a few more blissful moments of kissing. Mickey expected you to be. Yet he still had to take a moment, pressing his forehead to yours, hand cupped around your cheek, with his eyes closed. If he had the choice, the two of you would be in the bedroom right now but you had been in the middle of cooking, and he was hard pressed to pull you away from a task once you’d begun. “I love you.”

Mickey doesn’t need to open his eyes to know there was a goofy grin on your face. “I love you more, darling.” The words brought a heat up the back of his neck, settling on his ears. Years into this relationship and you still could fluster him. Mickey opened his eyes, pressed one more swift kiss to your lips, then leaned back to look at you.

For a moment it felt like the two of you were plunged back into the moment of your first kiss. Two kids in love staring at one another with smiles of disbelief. Fanboy knew a part of him would always be stuck in that feeling whenever the two of you kissed. There was no conceivable explanation for how he got so lucky to be able to kiss you whenever he pleased. To be able to call you his everything.

“Mi vida, when I came in… is that really how you’d react in the case of an intruder?” He asked quietly in a poor attempt to cover a soft laugh. “Scream your head off first, figure out a way to fight later?”

You roll your eyes at him and, even in your moments of playful aggravation, Mickey can’t help the way his pulse quickens. He uses his thumb to trace hearts on your waist. A way

“I’m a pilot, mi sol. There’s a reason I do all my fighting in the air.”

“I can teach you to fight.” When you laugh, he pulls you tight to him. “I’m serious. It’s easy, mi vida, a lot like dancing.”

“I’m a horrid dancer,” you tell him. Mickey shakes his head. You have the tendency to be overtly hard on yourself, but he’d seen you when he had walked through that door. Stunning, if a little out of practice. He knew that if he were to tell you that you’d only dismiss the idea entirely claiming that he thought everything you did was stunning and, while you wouldn’t exactly be wrong, he didn’t want you to shy away from his next offer, “Dance with me?”

“Right now? I’ve got dinner on the stove.”

In a swift series of steps, Mickey had you clinging onto him so that he could position the pair of you right in front of the stove. He turned off the stove with a self-satisfied smile. For every excuse you’d planned to make, Mickey had already compiled a thousand reasons why not to worry. It’s how the two of you had always been. Fanboy had lived up to his callsign in more ways than one. He followed you everywhere fixing one problem or the next, easing your fears without you having to so much as ask. A love language, people would call it, but Mickey must have been the only person on earth who could speak it.

“You’re insufferable.” Your words make him grin. The radio starts up with a new song. “Tú” by Los Elegantes de Jerez, one of his favorites to request at the Hard Deck when Penny had live bands instead of just letting the jukebox play the same music over and over each night. He’d yet to convince you to come out and dance with him, but Phoenix was always willing. Otherwise he was more than content to dance on his own, throwing out flirtatious remarks to try and persuade you to join him.

He steps back just enough to take you all in. You let out a confused laugh. “What?”

“¿Quieres bailar conmigo?”

“Mickey…”

“¿Quieres bailar conmigo, mi cielo?” He asks again with a bit more seriousness behind it and, when you don’t jump on the opportunity he adds, “Cocodrilo que duerme es cartera.”

“Fine, Mick. I’ll dance with-” You’re cut off with a squeak as Fanboy pulls you close. One arm wrapped tight around your waist, hand resting at the small of your back, and placed his left knee so that it rested against the inside of your right knee. It isn’t nearly as close as Mickey would like to be. He longed to crack open his chest and allow you to crawl inside to take residence in his heart so that the two of you physically portrayed Fanboy’s constant state of existence.

He brought his other arm up with your hand in his and waited patiently as you wrapped your arm around his neck. “Rest your weight into your hips.” He drags his gaze over your face, watching you calculate the right way to stand. Your analytical nature made him fall in love with you. The way your tongue would drag along your lips in deep concentration. It made it hard for him to remember what the hell he was saying in the first place. “The norteño means we have to keep our torsos connected.”

You settled your weight, pressing against him, and Mickey’s breath left him in a nervous exhale. “Not so confident anymore are we, Fanboy?” You laugh, and he ducked down slightly to press a kiss to the hollow beneath your ear.

“You make me crazy,” he said and started moving without giving you a warning. If he had told you to concentrate on the tempo you were bound to overthink and start lifting your feet instead of shuffling in wide arcs wherever Mickey led you. Once he was sure you weren’t going to stop him to start counting the beats he added, “we’re going to to step and swing our hips on each beat.”

Growing up his mother used to tell him how important it was to know how to dance. That it was the easiest way to find your other half that way. A perfect complement. Each move followed his lead. Right and then left. Two halves of a whole collapsed in an embrace Mickey never wanted to free himself from.

“Tú, solamente tú,” he sang into your ear with the fondness of someone discovering affection for the first time. A soulmate connected by the chorus of a song. “No necesito de nadie. Ni puedo dejar de mirarte.” You pressed against him, biting down roughly on your lip, and he could see the tender concentration as you counted in your head. “Hey,” he said, “eyes on me.”

Only, when you lifted your gaze to him, Mickey captured your lips in a tender kiss not once breaking step. These movements were second nature. Natural as ducking and dodging during a dogfight. He knew exactly where to let his smooth movements whirl him next. If he weren’t feeling so selfish, he might have included a spin just to hear your laughter. A sound as weightless as the way you moved against him. Mickey did not miss the way you playfully ground against him with each sway of your hips. The innocent confusion on your face while you watched his breath hitch. His hand stayed pressed to the small of your back. Drew you closer on each beat. Your hand on the base of his neck twirled the hair that needed to be cut before he went back. The gesture made him weak in the knees.

The song had finished minutes ago, but the two of you were still moving. He had been caught in the trance of your everything. Your smile, pulled back with mischievous joy; your eyes, how they lingered on his lips as he sang along; and your hands, how they clung to him even though he had no plans on letting you stray away from him during your dance.

He wanted to twirl the two of you out of this apartment. Take you to the Hard Deck. He wanted to call everyone on the Dagger Crew to the bar. Hell, he’d call anyone in off the streets to watch the two of you dance. Show everyone that you were his. Only he could draw this dreamy smile out of you. Only he could pull you out of your own head. Only he could love you like this.

You leaned forward to kiss him. “Thanks, darling. Can I finish dinner?” He relented. You, with great difficulty, managed to take a step back. Only to come back and kiss him with a ferocity that parted his lips almost immediately.

A different kind of dance began. Your tongue in his mouth, searching desperately for the words he had sung earlier. All you could pull out of him were gentle groans of pleasure. Mickey’s hands gripped at your waist. You were entirely in control. Each step forward led him backwards until he was pressed up against the counter.

Abandoning your hips, Fanboy moved his hands up to your hair. He had always learned in moments like this to let you believe that you could bring him to his knees. That thought might hold more truth to it that he cared to admit. But he could always slide his hands down to cup your face. Your weakness. He would tilt your head slightly, allowing him more room to slip his tongue into your mouth, and expose your neck enough for him to trail kisses downwards. So that when he did get onto his knees for you it was entirely of his own violation.

You noticed the change. You noticed everything when you cared to. “Mickey.” Your voice was muffled by his tongue tracing the shape of your bottom lip. “Mickey.” Once more he captured his own name and you had to pull away to say, “I have to make dinner.”

He sighed. “Do you?”

“Yes, I’m hungry.”

With one final peck he watched as you made your way back over to the stove. “I’ll have to make something more. I wasn’t expecting you today.”

There was no hint of annoyance in your voice. Fanboy could see you bite back a smile. He longed to turn you around to kiss you, but instead let you turn on the gas and stir the soup you’d been making humming José José.

“You do realize ‘El Triste’ is a breakup song, mi amor?” Mickey said, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulling you flush against him as you stirred the soup on the stove.

“When you’re gone I like to pretend I’m heartbroken.”

“And when I’m home?” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck. “What do you like to pretend when I’m holding you like this?”

He could feel the sigh work its way out of your chest. You flicked off the gas once more. “I like to pretend that we’ll get a chance to eat dinner, but…”

Mickey laughed. “But?”

“But,” you said, “I think we’re ordering in tonight.”

“Are we now?” You spin around to wrap your arms around his neck, grinding up against him, and pulling away with a smug smile. “Oh, mi ciela, vamos a bailar.”

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bobfloydsbabe · 1 year

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I, Q and R please for the fanfic asks! 💕

Fe, my love, you wish is my command 💕

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

I don't think so. I used to be so embarrassed that I read reader insert fics, but now I really don't care. I'm not going to deprive myself of good fics just because it's not canon ships or with OCs, though I'd argue that most reader characters are just OCs without a name. However, that's a discussion for another day. I'm getting off my soapbox now.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

How does my controlling ass feel about collaborations? Not great. That being said, two of my Top Gun OCs are in a shared universe with another fantastic writer, but she's also one of the few people I trust with my stories and characters.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Okay, fuck. So many, and I will probably forget 98% of them because ✨ADHD✨ but let's go.

@joaquinwhorres (bestie and loml, TAILSPIN IS INCREDIBLE) @rae-gar-targaryen (anything with fanboy & cielo) @mothdruid (THE LIBRARIAN HAS MY HEART) @ereardon (My Girl and A Place Like This are just !!!) @jupitercomet (Bob x Sweet Pea give me all the feels) @sunlightmurdock (TiP and Apollo make me feral) @glodessa (church girl universe, that's all i'm saying) @seasonsbloom (bad habit, dime store cowboy, and the bob fic? absolute perfection) @notroosterbradshaw (the boyfriend/relationship experience is !!!) @yanna-banana (happy little accidents makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside) @lt-bradshaw (there's only one chapter of reverend bob and i'm already obsessed) @chemistryread (the rhett and hangman fics are so angsty i want to fling myself off a bridge in the best way) @demxters (literally anything Elle writes, but her bob and jake fics make me feel all the feels)

This turned into more of a writer recommendation list, but I stand by it. These are writers who inspire me to work on my craft, and I rarely feel worthy of creating in the same space as them. So, now, I'm going to crawl back into my hobbit hole, and pretend I didn't just embarrass myself in front of my favorite writers.

#blue-aconite #answered #fe tag #fanfic writer ask game #these are like all tgm writers #but they're all so good i want to cry #i'm not worthy of creating in the same space as them #fic rec #the great library of helena #<- yes it counts #mail

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rae-gar-targaryen · 1 year

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I recently saw a TikTok about how if this girl falls a sleep in the car, her boyfriend will put his hand on her head on the rough spots or like when he has to break so she won’t hit it anywhere. I feel like Mickey is the type of boyfriend to do the same. That man is so boyfriend shaped that just makes perfect sense to me

OH, HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD. He is THAT boyfriend.

In a Lyft, he'll give you his sweater, bunching it up so that you can rest your head on him on the road.

If he's driving, and he sees you drifting off, he'll encourage you to recline your seat slightly, making sure to brake extra-gently, bringing his hand up so that you don't jerk forward and get disturbed while you're napping. He keeps bottles of water in his car so that when you wake up, you can have something to drink, giggling to himself at your disorientation with a,

"DId you sleep well, my love?"

#lovely anons #mickey garcia hcs #fanboy hcs #mickey garcia x reader #mickey garcia asks #fanboy x reader asks #fanboy x cielo asks

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rae-gar-targaryen · 1 year

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Does Cielo have a face-claim, or anyone you picture as her?

My hope is that you envision her as YOU! Or that you see yourself in her. And hopefully she's ambiguous enough that you can see who YOU want.

I don't really envision anyone in particular. (And I never see myself.) She's Latine-coded, but not exclusively. Some lovelies that I think could embody Cielo would be:

1. Diana Guerrero

2. Lana Condor

3. Laura Harrier

4. Gina Rodriguez

5. Levy Tran

6. Bria Henderson

#lovely anons #fanboy x cielo asks #cielo asks #fanboy x reader #swallow you like sunshine #swallow you like sunshine asks #mickey garcia x reader

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rae-gar-targaryen · 1 year

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So does Payback get the 20 bucks?

I mean, I think he does. Javy forks it over begrudgingly (but congratulates Mickey after accusing him of collusion to get his pilot some money).

Obviously the real winner here is Cielo -- it takes her and Mickey a few tries, ya know? 👀👀

read "so deep in love with you" here.

#fanboy x cielo asks #fanboy x reader #baby love asks #mickey garcia x reader

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rae-gar-targaryen · 1 year

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4, 19, 20, 24, and 31 for the otp asks for Fanboy y Cielo 😘

OH MY SWEET SIERRA! THANK YOU FOR THESE!!!!! Also, how are we feeling after all this new Danny content?? The GG's, BAFTA tea, Critic's Choice, now Danny en Paris????? AHHHHH!!!! It's so much!! In the best way!!!

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

I'm feeling, at first blush, like the answer is definitely Mickey (especially because I've written it). But I do think this one is interchangeable! I think these two are just so into each other that they can't wait to start the day with a kiss to the other.

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?

They both definitely have their names for one another. To Cielo, Mickey is "M," "Lieutenant Heart-Eyes," and she's pretty liberal with the endearments. And, obviously, Mickey calls her "cielo," which is my ultimate favorite endearment in Spanish, and I think is so fitting of someone who makes his life out of the skies to call his beloved...

20. Who is dominant/ Who is submissive?

I definitely think Cielo is the more submissive one, but that she has moments where she can be shockingly dominant. They may be few and far between, but Mickey loves it when she's bold. I think Mickey, by nature of being in a profession where he has to be bold, brave, and is adrenaline-fueled, would be sort of unafraid to be dominant/bold. But, yeah, that he really enjoys it when Cielo takes control. (Aaaaand now I want to write that. You've inspired something...) Dang it Sierra!!!!! (I love you, please never stop.)

24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener?

Again, I think this one is interchangeable. I think Cielo is definitely a talker. Mickey loves hearing her talk about what she's passionate about. She's quippy and chatty and always friendly. But I also think that MIckey is someone who can be a bit of a motormouth about the things he's into, esp. his little nerdy interests. And Cielo, being a giver by nature, is a naturally-good listener.

31. Who is more affectionate?

Each of them have their own love languages. I do think Mickey's love language is touch. He loves to be touched, to be held and hugged. Cielo is definitely more than willing to give that affection. I think Cielo likes words of affirmation and regular assurance. And Mickey, while I write him as very physically affectionate (the kind of boyfriend who puts his hands in his gf's hoodie pocket, or to keep his arms wrapped around her while waiting in line, or rest his head on her shoulder), I think he would be very attuned to the type of affection Cielo needs. He's sensitive like that.

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#sweet sierra #fanboy x cielo asks #otp asks #SIERRA YOU ARE INSPIRING SOME DOM!MICKEY THOUGHTS AND I HOPE YOURE HAPPY

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rae-gar-targaryen · 1 year

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Sleepy Mickey who drags you out of the kitchen in the morning bc it’s cold outside and the bed is cold without you and on the way back upstairs he grabs your cat and dog (one in each arm obvi) and y’all go back to bed and sleep in

Will this suffice?

#lovely anons #fanboy x cielo #fanboy x reader #fanboy x cielo asks

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rae-gar-targaryen · 1 year

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Rae…I have seen your star crossed lovers tag and now I’m intrigued 😭👀

When one leaves things in the tag, it's high risk/high reward. I suppose I must commit to this now.

The rich boy with a title and land who falls for the girl with nothing to her name? 😭

The question is -- which Danny character? Are we feeling a fanboy x cielo starcrossed lovers AU? Joaquín Torres maybe? Much to think about...

#im spiralling #my aus are getting out of control #wip #my writing #fanboy x cielo asks

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9, 23, and/or 49 for the OTP asks! with whatever couple you so please 😌

9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)?

Cielo is definitely the coffee drinker. She likes it strong and bitter; Mickey is a sweet coffee drinker. She's definitely the coffee-maker, between the two -- especially with Mickey gone so often. But when Mickey is home? He knows how to make the coffee to her liking.

23. Who asks who out on the first date?

Mickey asks Cielo. I HC'd from day one that they met on Hinge, and that he opens with a nerdy little one-liner ("Be the Leia to my Han? I'm so tired of being Solo.") Cielo accepts the invitation to the date immediately.

49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger?

Mickey is ALWAYS the driver when he's home. I think he likes the feeling of doing things for Cielo, since she takes care of business while he's away. Plus, that gives Cielo the opportunity to be car DJ.

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#fanboy x cielo asks #otp asks #fabulous fallon

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Since Cielo is an artist, I feel like Mickey would trust her to do this to (some, not all) of his books! What do you think?

https://www.instagram.com/reel/ClYSUhTDS17/?igshid=Zjc2ZTc4Nzk=

- 🎨paintnon (if no one claimed this yet)

Oh, but this is so absolutely perfect -- You are ABSOLUTELY right.

Cielo paints the edges of Mickey's well-loved copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude," the Harper Perennial edition with the green fronds and the yellow snake ... she paints the pages to match the jungle, and the bursting colors of orange, pink, and yellow, making the entire edition bloom with the flora and fauna.

Her favorite quote? "It is enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.”

Thank you for sharing this. This is so perfectly THEM. And the emoji is happily YOURS, my dove.

(Side note, I now cannot stop thinking about the girl on instagram who makes her paint molds look like little foods and then she posts reels of herself mixing them ...)

#my lovey 🎨paintnon #fanboy x cielo asks

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Hi! I just wanted to let you know that I ADORED your Christmas Mickey fic.

It was beautiful. Stunning. Mesmerising. Incredible. And every other superlative because holy shit this was amazing!

Your prose is honestly so lyrical and poetic, and you created such a warm and tender connection between all the characters. I felt like I was actually in Mickey’s family home for the perfect Christmas!

It really is one of the best and loveliest fics I have read! Thank you for sharing your writing 🥰

Beth

My darling! AW!!!!!! This is so kind, so amazing, so lovely, so sweet of you. I was not expecting this in the least????

I love writing domestic moments and lots of casual intimacy, so to have you say their connection is tender just makes my heart feel so warm. I'm honestly blown away by your words.

I've loved writing these two, loved building their world and their lives together and I have SO much more to come. So thank you for reading my fic, thank you for sharing it. I hope you stay 💜💜

#lovelies #fanboy x cielo asks #welcome my darling

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I was going to reply to the ask post, but then it got too long 💀 anywho...

Rae you are too sweet 😭 I will forever be hyping up anyone and everyone because they deserve to feel good about themselves & the things they create!! I hate seeing people not feel good about themselves/their stuff because I know how that feels and it is not fun.

honestly if I was a writer, I would love to write about the small domestic moments too. you could honestly write about super mundane things like Fanboy & Cielo's grocery list and I'd eat that up because I thrive on domesticity. maybe it's because I'm a romantic to the core & will romanticize the little things, or maybe it's because those small domestic moments are something I crave so badly for myself. the tender moments of laying down together & running your fingers through your lover's hair? I'm a goner. light touches against each others backs as you move around in the kitchen together? dig my grave and write my eulogy.

ahh fellow Californian!! I live farther south so the Spanish influence is very strong and I love it so very dearly.

oh my god HE SO WOULD 😭 he's so cheesy and she gets flustered every damn time he does something like that!! I can just imagine him being like "not only are you mi Cielo, but you are my sun, my moon, and literally my stars." "Mickeeeeeey" and he'd post that as a caption on instagram for that anniversary with an accompanying picture that someone snuck of them at the beach on one of the clearest nights where you could see the stars.

keep the hokey up bestie because as you can tell, I'm into that too 😌

Awwwwhhhhh babe I adore you with my whole heart. I just keep these asks in my back pocket and read and reread them, you are an ANGEL!

I just live for small moments of domesticity -- lingering touches while theyre cooking together, and Mickey keeps his hands on her waist while he helps her perfect one of his family's dishes that hes teaching her. (Y'all know I HC Mickey is the cook, but Cielo can BAKE!)

Or? He catches her getting into her playlist while changing the sheets on her bed and just stands in the doorframe trying not to laugh at her "dancing."

She keeps her hands atop his while she teaches him to re-pot her fern that lives in their sun-soaked living room. She gives his fingers a gentle squeeze when they're done, but then quickly streaks the dirt from her hands across his face, just to mess with him... I could go on (and I will).

The couch smut I have planned occurs after a very domestic day grocery shopping together. So 👀👀

Hugs to you, fellow Californian!!! And big smooches, babe! Tyty endlessly for talking to me about these two... I want to write about them forever! Send ANY and all thots 💜🌿☀️🌻☀️

#lovelies #fanboy x cielo asks #fanboy x cielo

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OMG OMG OMG!! I just read my cup runneth over [mickey “fanboy” garcia x fem!reader, aka “cielo”] 😆😆

And I have one question for you. WJERE CAN I FIND A CHRISTMAS LOVE LIKE THAT?? I MEAN COME ON! I am a single gal and all i want to be wrapped in the warmth of Mickey's love and embrace EVERY DAY.

1. And, really, Mickey was usually the warm one, his touch like your own personal sun. But you had been in the kitchen, opening and closing the oven door, its warmth blasting across your cheeks. It was Mickey’s turn, he noted, to delight in the warmth of you, of your skin, as his hand cupped your cheek with the reverence of wintertime romance. And if you’d noticed that Mickey’s fingers were cold from when he’d been out in the crisp evening air, you hadn’t said. Too wrapped up in the comfort that his presence gave.

I am just gonna say it. I am all for this sun and moon vibes they give off!! Mickey is sunshine, he is always up in the air and flying. He provides energy and illuminates the world around cielo!! 😍☺️🫠 Cielo is moonlight filled with enlightenment and love that brings comfortable and joy. Sorry if I'm reaching 🤭

2. “My apologies, beloved,” and Mickey looked the very picture of penitent, as he unwrapped his arms from you, clasping them behind his back, eyes cast down with a contrite flutter of the fringe of his lashes.

Beloved. BEloved. BELOVED. I AM GIDDY BRO. GOT ME KICKING MY FEET AND SQUEALING MAN. . . I LOVE IT!!

3. Quick as a flash, Mickey lunged forward, swatting your behind with both hands, leaving large, white flour handprints on the black of your leggings.

I gasped SO LOUD that my coworker thought I was reading bad news lol 🤣 I went into a fit of giggles 😂

Again, your writing is so lovely to read. Can't wait for the next pieces!💜💚

Babe, my darling, my sweet -- I will NEVER, EVER tire of getting these asks from you. Thank you for reading, as always, thank you for ALL of your kindness. These make my entire day, and make me want to write more, more, more!

I especially love that you picked up on something I've tried to weave in every one of their stories -- you called it the "sun and moon dynamic" and I could not agree more!

In "swallow you like sunshine," it's repeated that to Mickey, Cielo is the sky (hence, the endearment). That he's most at home when in the sky (flying), and with her.

To Cielo, Mickey is like the ocean. Ever flowing, constant, beautiful and vaguely mysterious.

I love this rephrased as the "sun and moon" because the moon (Cielo) literally controls the flow of the ocean with her pull. Ugh, we've created something here, I KNOW we have.