#fanboy fluff

[ohtobeleah]

Nav // Mickey Garcia

Summary: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia has been keeping a secret, or three, from his new found family. After finding out he’d been transferred to North Island on a more permanent basis—he thinks now is as good a time as any to let the secret out.

Warnings. Believe it or not—this is a fluff piece. Fanboy x female reader. Slight mention of Smut.

Word Count: 5.1k

Author Note: This weekend we welcomed Rhett Abbott and Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia to the every growing list of fictional men I’d let rail me. This is such a fandom fluff piece, but it’s what you’re getting so either take it or don’t. Idk.

Callsings. Everyone had one–every one carried a story, a reason behind the name that colleagues and superior officers referred to you as and knew you as. Once you had your call sign it stuck to you like super glue. There was no changing it, no hiding from it, no running from the probably embarrassing story that the callsign was born from the ashes of or trying to fix the personality trait that people hated enough to give you shit for or loved enough to want to remind you of every day. 

For Mickey Garcia, his callsign had two stories. The first was the most commonly told whenever he was asked about it. He was simply a nerd. He loved all things Star Wars and Star Trek. He adored Battlestar Galactica and honestly? If it had a Star in the title he was convinced he’d already be obsessed with it if given the chance to binge the series or movie trilogy. He was a Fanboy, so much so his aviation helmet shared the same font as the Star Trek logo. He was obsessed, plain and simple. 

But there was also another thing Mickey Garcia was a huge fan of that earned him his callsign way back in the days of his fighter school training. He’d never forget the first time he heard you say it. Although he carried an encyclopaedic memory around, Mickey swore there was only ever one thing, one person, one gorgeous woman on his mind twenty for seven, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty five days of the year. 

The love of his life, his best friend (Don't tell Payback), his devoted wife. Mickey was well aware that he belonged in the sky. He’d wanted to be just like his father ever since he knew how to walk. There was never a question surrounding what Mickey Garcia would grow up to be. He spent more time in the sky than he did down on solid ground, that was just something you learnt to live with.

Mickey Garcia was also incredibly mindful of the fact his heart hadnt been to the earth since the first time he kissed you. When you loved him? You had sent it clear out of this world. He’d love you forever, be your devoted husband, lovingly and completely yours forever. 

“Nav and the kiddos settle in alright?” Payback asked as he and Fanboy ran through their pre-flight checks. “Kinda missed her annoying ass.” Fanboy chuckled softly in response, humming at the soft jab his best friend sent his wife. He knew the minor insult held no weight, hell–Payback had been the one who introduced the two of you in the first place. He knew you longer than Mickey and you had even been married for. 

“Only got a few boxes left to unpack.” Mickey explained as he checked all his weapon systems. “But yeah, it feels good to have them here, just not too sure how I'm gonna break it to the rest of the guys.” It wasn't that Mickey didn't want to tell the Dagger Squad, he always had every intention. But he wanted to make sure he could trust these people with his life before letting them into his family. After the events of the uranium mission and having been offered a permanent posting in North Island, Mickey felt the time was right. “Nav’s pretty keen to meet everyone though.”

That you were, so when Mickey mentioned that the gang were all meeting up on Saturday night for dinner and beers at their favourite watering hole, the Hard Deck, and wanted you and the kiddos to come along you were more than ecstatic to finally meet the people who had kept your husband safe. 

“Hey, Miles!” Mickey called out after the five year old who booked it from where he’d placed him down beside the car in the direction of the group of people who looked as if they’d transported into a parallel universe. “Miles! Hey buddy! Slow your roll alright.” Scooping up the tiny version of himself as Miles Garcia giggled at his own antics, Mickey caught sight of his squad. All staring at him wondering what the hell was going on. 

“Fanboy—who’s crotch goblin is that?” Hangman asked as he sneered and pointed at the child who now resided on his fathers hip. Watching as you came out from around the other side of the car with what seemed to be a smaller, very much younger version of the same child wrapped in a baby wrap around your chest. “And who’s this?” 

“Uh—“ Mickey cleared his throat as you made your way to his side, placing a gentle but loving kiss to his cheek before rubbing the small of his back for moral support. “Guys, this here’s my wife, Nav.” Smiling softly, you waved briefly before Mickey went on to introduce your kids. “This is Miles, he’s five and this is Morgan, she’s only—six months.” He hadn’t forgotten, but for a brief moment Mickey had to count with his fingers.

The silence was to be expected as the group of naval aviators who stood before you in the carpark of the Hard Deck Bar took in the new revelations that Fanboy was and had been married with kids the entire time they’d been in North Island. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you all.” You were the first to break the heavy silence. 

“You’re married?” Phoenix asked in disbelief, she was careful not to utter it in a way that you may have taken offense to. 

“You have kids?” Rooster couldn’t stop staring at the five year old in Mickey's arms. He looked so much like his dad it was kinda scary. 

“You had a family this whole time and didn’t tell anyone?” Hangman scoffed, he couldn’t believe it—how could Star Trek over here land a wife and two beautiful children but he couldn’t even get a damn date. “What if something had happened to you?”

“Ruben knew.” Fanboy explained as the group made their way inside, Phoenix instantly filed back to walk with you. She wanted to be the first person to tell you how great a guy your husband was—not that you didn’t already know. “He was my best man.” 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Bob asked the question everyone was asking. It wasn’t a black or white response. But nevertheless Mickey tried his best as Penny pointed them all in the direction of the tables she’d placed together. 

“They mean everything to me, I guess I just wanted to make sure that you guys were all good people, good enough for them.” Although it hurt just the slightest amount, Bob understood. “Don’t tell him I said this but the jury is still out on Hangman—I just didn’t see another viable option of introducing Nav to everyone.” Bob couldn’t help but to laugh as he looked down at the child still in Mickey's arms. “I feel awful for not telling you sooner Bob.” 

“Don’t be, your family’s important, I understand wanting to keep them safe, keep them all to yourself.” 

Fanboy left it at that as he turned his attention back to settling his family down for dinner amongst his friends. Especially keeping an eye on you before settling in beside you. A hand gravitating to your knee under the table as Mickey looked into the wrap—Morgan sleeping soundly against your chest. 

“So Nav, what do you do for a living?” Hangman asked from across the table as you looked over to provide the sandy blonde your utmost attention. 

“I own a small photography business.” You were humble in your talents. “Boudoir mostly.” 

“Say Phoenix? You wanna get in on that action?” Rooster taunted as he popped a few peanuts in his mouth, wiggling his eyebrows, leaning back on the chair he’d perched himself on across the table from Natasha. “I’ll volunteer as tribute.”

“In your wet dreams Bradshaw—“ Phoenix hissed as she took a sip of her beer. “That’s a pretty dramatic juxtaposition from a naval aviator?” Natasha turned her head back to you, watching as you soothed the little girl who was starting to stir in her wrap. “How’d you actually meet?” 

“The academy—“ Mickey interrupted as Miles got to work colouring with the crayons Payback had asked Penny for when he went to fix up the first round at the bar. Returning with beers and ample colouring supplies for his favourite five year old. “Y/n was in the Navy.” It was yet another revelation the gang had a hard time processing. “Everyone still calls her Nav though, a hard habit to kick.” 

Mickey Garcia wasn’t all that fly with the ladies, he never really had been. He’d had a few girlfriends in his short life but nothing ever lasted long enough for him to start thinking about a future with them, or a family for that matter. 

“Hey Mickey! I got a friend I want you to meet!” Ruben cried out from across the amphitheater. Mickey pried his eyes away from the book he’d been reading for five seconds to turn his head his best friend's way. He’d heard of the girl from across the street, but your paths had never had a chance to cross until now. “This is Y/n, Michelle’s younger sister.” Within the space of five entire seconds, the trajectory of Mickey's life changed forever. He’d never been a huge believer in love at first sight, but as you made yourself known out from behind Rubens shoulder? Mickey knew he was fucked, in over his head. 

“You must be Fanboy?” Mickey stood as you held your hand out to shake his. 

“Who?” He asked, smiling bright as he found himself getting lost in your eyes. Ruben just laughed to himself, knowing from this moment going forward he’d forever be known as the man who introduced Mickey Garcia to the literal love of his life. 

“Fanboy right? Ruben said you’re a big fan of Star Trek—“ Mickey had never laid his eyes on a woman more beautiful than you. 

“Oh he did, did he?” Deadpanning Ruban, Mickey held his glare for a few seconds before turning back to you. “Well uh—yeah I guess that’s me, Mickey Fanboy Garcia.” 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You had, and you’d loved everything you’d heard so far. So much so you’d begged Ruben to just cut the shit and introduce you already. He’d been dangling a carrot on a stick right in front of you for months.

“All good things I hope?” Mickey raised his eyebrow as you beamed his way, you’d definitely been shaking hands for far too long but you were both past the point of awkwardness, both just seeing who would break first. Smirking at one another like children. 

“Only the very best.” 

“I was uh, a navigation officer, callsign wasn’t all that unique but it did the trick.” You shrugged, looking around at all Mickey's friends as they tried to process everything they were learning. “I understand this is probably a lot for everyone.” 

“It’s not.” Rooster smiled as he looked at Fanboy. There’s been a switch flipped inside the proud mustache having aviator who loved a good Hawaiian shirt. “It just means that Fanboys got a lot more on the line than any of us ever thought.”

“Dadda?” The little boy sitting next to Mickey cooed just loud enough to gain his father’s attention. “I’m hungry—“

“Foods coming bud, here, you wanna sit on dad’s lap so you can tell all dads friends what you wanna be when you grow up?” The brown eyed, dark curly haired boy who looked far too much like Mickey scrambled from the seat he’d been sitting onto into his dads lap. Mickey let out an oof sound when Miles slammed his entire body weight down into his lap. He thought his dad was some kind of superhero who never felt pain or got tired. 

Whenever Mickey was deployed and on a detachment like he’d been on recently, you’d tell Miles that dad was off fighting bad guys and that once he knew everyone was safe and sound—he’d come home. Five year olds were easy to manipulate at bed time if you told them all the right things. 

“Go ahead buddy, tell ‘em what you told me.” Mickey coaxed the information he knew would melt his team's hearts out of his toddler by tickling his sides to invoke a chuckle so pure it even made Hangman smile. 

“I wanna be a superhero and fly planes like my Dadda.” 

“I never thought I’d hear someone say superhero and daddy in the same sentence while referring to Fanboy—“ Coyote snickered in the most wholesome way he could. “You got cute kids man I’ll give ya that.” 

“Nav, you look like you’re still glowing.” Bob mentioned cautiously. “You guys said Morgan’s only six months?” 

“Yeah—the last month and a bit was a little rough with the kiddos back in Miami while Mickey was stationed out here with you guys.” You were just thankful that everything had gone as well as it had and that everyone made it home. “But things are starting to mellow out.” 

“Do you not have paternity leave saved up Fanboy?” Jake Seresin was the last person Mickey ever thought that question would come from. But things weren’t that simple. 

“I’d basically just finished my leave when this assignment came about.” 

“It’s only for six weeks mamma.” Mickey cooed as he kissed your neck tenderly. Looking at you through the mirror of your bathroom as you applied a mud mask—Mickey had the same exact one plastered across his forehead and nose. His T-section. “I’ll be back before you even start to miss me.” 

“I know I know.” You smiled as softly as you possibly could. It wasn’t your husband’s fault he was government property and you knew better than anyone else now the Navy worked. “Still doesn’t change the fact it just be me and the kids—“

“I’ll call my parents and make sure they do a few weekends here and there.” It wasn’t a permanent solution, but it would help to patch the leak you knew would spring from time to time. “You know I don’t wanna leave you guys here, my girls and my best guy.” 

“But duty calls right, superman?” You turned in Mickey's embrace, with one move he had you up resting atop the vanity—legs on either side of his hips as he stood better yours. Your arms flung over your husband’s shoulders as he drank in the sight of you. His wife, his beautiful best friend, the mother of his two gorgeous children. 

“Hey you started that shit, it’s not my fault he thinks that.” Mickey beamed, leaning in in search of your lips. Kissing you softly before deepening the moment. Mickey had always been a big fan of self care days, he was adamant that’s how you both ended up with Morgan. “I love you Nav—I’ll be back before you know it.” 

“When do you leave?” It was four words that never got easier to ask, Mickey let the silence linger in the bathroom for a moment—just enjoying the time he had with you. You made things so easy, made it so easy to love you and the kids. Made it so easy for him to love his job despite the distance because even on his worst days Mickey knew he would eventually come home to you and it would be like he never even left. You were far too good for him and he knew that. 

“Thursday.” Mickey said just barely above a whisper as he leaned in to kiss you again. This time more passionate, a lot slower, needier. “Thursday around noon, Payback and I are gonna catch a cab together to the airport, I didn’t want you having to wrangle the kids up just to pile into the car an—“ You cut Mickey off by pulling him closer by the elastic of his boxer briefs, snapping the material back against his lower abdomen when his lips were back on yours. The groan he let slip into your mouth almost made you want to try for another baby. But the two of you were very much happy with the two you already had. 

“Just promise you’ll come home to us?” You knew it was an empty promise, the ever looming possibility that something could go terribly wrong always crossed your mind. But you trusted Ruben to bring your husband home safely every time they flew. 

“Nav my dear, I’m lovingly and completely yours forever.” 

“Believing me, it was the longest six weeks of my life.” You sighed, running your hand gently over the sleeping baby girl wrapped up on your chest. “But we got through it and now it just feels good to be close again, I’ve heard such good things about all of you so I feel surrounded by family already.” 

Looking around the table as food started to arrived in bits and pieces. Mickey knew he had it all. He had his friends, he had his family and to him that’s all he ever really cared about. Hearing you laugh with Bob and challenging Hangman, watching you bond with Phoenix and click with Rooster. Mickey loved how Coyote sparked a flame inside you he hadn’t seen in years talking about what it was like to be a navigator. You didn’t talk about it all that much these days, you were just happy to be a mum and a devoted wife. But sometimes, every now and again you would miss the ocean. Missed what it was like to roam patrol boats and look longingly to whatever coast you were near. Mickey knew that, but Coyote challenged it. 

He loved his friends but they were now his family. Mickey Garcia had never felt so much love radiating around him as he sat with you and his children amongst the people who carried him throughout the day. His squad, his teammates. 

His family. 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

A few months after the shocking discovery that Mickey Garcia was a husband and Father and not just some Fanboy Star Trek geek had settled in—the dagger squad had seemingly become like much loved furniture amongst the Garcia household. So much so that some had their own keys, some always had their hands up to babysit, some even knew that the back window was always slightly ajar and could be opened if drunkenly in search of a place to crash. 

Your house was the closest to the Hard Deck out of all the other houses that the daggers resided in, which meant more often than not you’d come down stairs in the early hours of the morning to feed Morgan and see a very hungover, very loudly snoring, very much passed out Jake Hangman Seresin on your couch. His chest sunken as he slept soundly, a small patch of drool seeping into the fabric with the back window cracked. 

“Jake—“ You’d nudged him, watching with a humorous smile as he jolted awake. “Coffee, drink it—then get out of my damn house.” 

“Yes mamma.” Jake would always reply, the term of endearment something the group picked up early into your friendship. Quickly becoming the one they all respectfully ran to with all their promises. The mum of the group.

Although Jake was the serial lounge hogger, it was Bradley Bradshaw who had once had a key and saw any time of the day or night to make himself at home. He never meant it in a malicious manner—he was just excited to be apart and of something bigger than himself for once. Neither you nor Mickey minded all that much—until Rooster had walked in on you and Mickey bare backing it on the same couch Jake would fling himself across after his drunken escapades. 

“So fucking pretty Nav.” Mickey cooed as you bounced on his length. Straddling his waist as his hands helps your hips steady—helping to guide you up and down at the pace you set. “God what did I ever do to deserve you—Ah fugh—!” 

“Ohhhh fuckk! Mickey baby you feel so good—why don’t you put another baby in me huh?” 

“Yeah? is that what you want darling girl? Another one of us?” He wasn’t going to say he hadn’t thought about it, a third little Garcia running around. The two you had were perfect, but a third? You’d be outnumbered. “You always look so pretty pregnant.” 

It was otherworldly the way Mickey looked up at you as he took your nipple into his mouth, you were still breastfeeding so the sensation of your husband sucking on your tits was all too much. Leaking into his mouth. 

“Ohhhh fughh! Mickey!” You were still bouncing, the head of Mickey cock kissing against your cervix as he slipped a hand between the pair of you to work you over. “I’m gonna—“ 

“Holy shit—“ Rooster stood in the entryway covering his eyes. “Holy shit I didn’t see anything!” The sound of your husband's co-worker standing in the entryway sent you skyrocketing off Mickey and fumbling for the nearest throw blanket. “Swear on my mother’s grave I saw nothing Mick!” 

“What the hell are you doing here Rooster! The door was locked!?” Mickey was holding a decorative pillow to cover his hard-on. His skin still flushed red because he was so fucking close it wasn’t funny—he was about to become a father of three. 

“You gave me a key?” Rooster caught himself smirking for a brief moment as the sound of The Jonas Brothers old number one hit ‘Burnin’ Up’ played through the house. It had been your song since yours and Mickey's Naval academy days. He’d gone as Joe Jonas one year for Halloween. The song itself had even played at your wedding. “Jonas Brothers? Really Fanboy, really?” 

“Bradshaw I’m a pacifist alright—“ Mickey sighed as he took a few steps towards the sandy blonde who was just in search of a ham and cheese sandwich. “But I’m about to pass my fist across your face.” It was needlessly to say Rooster, from that point going forward—always checked in before he entered with caution. 

But it didn’t mean the never ending revolving door of ragtag aviators stopped. No—if anything your house had never been fuller. 

“Hey Lovely.” You greeted Phoenix as she kicked her boots off, Bradley wasn’t too far behind her, next was Bob. “Here’s your Valentine’s Day package.” Unbeknownst to the group of aviators, a few months ago when Rooster had teased Phoenix about possibly taking up the opportunity to do a boudoir shoot with you, she actually said fuck it? And why not? She was a powerful woman after all who deserved to feel sexy and feminine. “There’s about fifty printouts, the dried petals from the roses and a thumb drive with like one hundred digital copies from the shoot on it.” 

“Thanks Nav—and honestly I can pay for it, really.” Natasha took the little box you gifted her before taking you into a warm embrace. 

“Don’t be silly, it’s on me.” Was all you said before you found yourself being hauled away by your screaming daughter, she was rather clinging at the moment and couldn’t be away from you for more than ten consecutive minutes before she thought the world was ending. It didn’t help that Mickey had shaved his head. She hardly recognised him at the moment. “Alright alright I’m coming darling.” 

“Did you actually do a boudoir shoot?” Rooster's hand slid up the side of Natasha's hip, pulling her into him as he whispered in her ear. “Because if so—“ Before Bradley has a chance to say he wouldn’t mind being privy to those private photos, Phoenix caught him out, leaving the taller, blonde aviator who’d subsequently stolen her heart over the course of a few years in a puddle on the floor in one of his best mate’s houses. 

“They’re your Valentine’s Day gift.” 

“Bob honey, you want a sandwich?” Mickey loved the way you just so effortlessly took care of his friends the same way you took care of him. “I’ve got peanut butter or I can do ham and cheese?” 

Bobs flushed a nice shade of red as he sat down beside Fanboy at the dining table, trying not to eavesdrop on the fact Rooster and Pheonix were in his peripheral vision practically eye fucking the ever living shit out of each other. 

“Ham and cheese please Nav.” Is all Bob utters before Miles is climbing into his lap. The two had a unique bond now that they practically wore the same kind of glasses. Miles thought he looked weird with glasses because none of the other kids in his glass wore them. But then Bob told him that his glasses could be his superhero disguise, for when he’s not saving the world like his dad. 

“Do you wanna play in the tree house with me uncle Bob?” How the fuck could he say no? Nodding softly before flipping the five year old over his shoulder. 

“Here, don’t forget your sandwich!” You cooed out as Bob made his way through the kitchen with your son strung upside down over his shoulder. “Eat before you go back to work, Mickey told me you passed out the other day because you hadn’t eaten since before seven.” Bob was quick to deadpan your husband as he took the sandwich you held out for him. Leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. 

“Thanks Nav.” He took a bite before pointing at Mickey, holding your son over his shoulder with one hand wrapped tight around the little boy's ankle as he laughed and screamed as the blood rushed to his head. “Snitches get stitches!” 

“Yeah dad! Snitches get stitches!” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

The Garcia household had become the home base for most things. Birthdays, public holidays, general get togethers, fried chicken Fridays, and seedy Sundays. But most importantly your humble abode had become the place people went to feel like they were at home. Not everyone was as fortunate to have their families in North Island. So you and Mickey became sort of the group mum and dad. 

“You aren't are you?” Ruben asked with wide eyes as you gifted him the small pair of socks that said best uncle ever on the tops. “You’re pregnant?” 

“After the display I walked in on a few months ago I'm shocked it hasn't come sooner–” Rooster mumbled as he looked at Mickey who sat nursing baby Morgan. Now a year old. “Congratulations by the way.” 

Your first two pregnancies had been pretty up and down. With baby Miles you suffered from hyperemesis. That was a little rough to get through when Mickey was deployed, but you had his mum and dad around to help you with things. He’d been your hospital birth baby. Epidural, all the drugs and medications readily available to help ease the pain. Morgan however, she’d been the at home birth baby. She was a breezy pregnancy so it made you wonder what it would be like to give birth at home unmedicated. 

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!” You were a sweaty mess as you laid back against Mickey in the blow up birthing pool in the middle of your living room floor. “I can't!! I can’t fucking do this!” 

“You can mamma, you’re so strong yeah? I've got you alright, you’re doing so well Nav.” Mickey had been a saint, he just knew what to do and when to do it. He was just thankful to be a part of such a magical experience. “You’re gonna bring our baby girl into the world–” It wasn't Mickey's fault that you were losing your mind from the pain. You just wanted it to be over, letting your head fall back against his shoulder as you cried in pain. 

“I fucking hate you for doing this to me.” Mickey couldn't help but to laugh softly as you placed a cool cloth against your forehead. “You did this to me, you idiot.” 

“I remember this being a two player game love, it wasn't just me.” There was not a single thing on this earth Mickey Fanboy Garcia wouldn't do for you. “You can’t not not deliver this baby Nav, she's coming regardless.” But when you groaned in agony? He wished more than anything he could take that pain away from you–but he couldn't. “You’re so beautiful–” 

“Oh my god it HURTS!” You shouted as another contraction took over your body, Mickey could feel how tight your belly was as the water lapped around your legs, spreading them to find more comfort as your doula walked you through what was going on from the edge of the pool. “Shut up Mick!” 

“Shutting up–” He mumbled as you groaned, so exhausted from your contractions. You didn't mean to lash out, so when your contraction was subsiding, giving you a little repreve for five seconds, you sobbed in in his shoulder-your back against his bare chest. 

“I didn't mean to call you an idiot, I'm sorry.” Mickey just kissed your temple lovingly. 

“You can call me whatever you want, I'm lovingly and completely yours forever.” 

“Yeah, congratulations guys, surely you’re gonna get the ol snip now hey Fanboy?” Jake smirked as he made a snipping gesture his way. 

“I've already booked the appointment for next month.” You added as you stood from your place in the living room. The entire group had come over for fried chicken friday. “If anyone else in the room wants to get a vasectomy let me know and I'll ring and add you to the booking.”

“Don't you dare come near me, that kinda shits barbaric.” Coyote cupped at his crotch. 

“It's minor surgery that can be reversed asshat.” Phoenix added as she slapped Javy upside the head in response to his statement. It made you all laugh for a moment until the conversation was drawn back to Bob’s latest conundrum. His crush on the new admin assistant in D block on base. It just felt like home when everyone was filling your home with laughter. Thinking back now you couldn't have imagined not knowing any of them. Ever. 

***~***~***~***~***~

Callsings. 

Everyone had one–every one carried a story, a reason behind the name that colleagues and superior officers referred to you as and knew you as. Once you had your call sign it stuck to you like super glue. There was no changing it, no hiding from it, no running from the probably embarrassing story that the callsign was born from the ashes of or trying to fix the personality trait that people hated enough to give you shit for or loved enough to want to remind you of every day. 

For Mickey Garcia, his callsign had two stories. The first was the most commonly told whenever he was asked about it, whenever his friends and colleagues were asked about it. They could lie and say it was because he was the biggest nerd they knew, but they didn't. 

Each time Rooster or Bob, Phoenix of Payback, Hangman or Coyote were asked about their friends' callsign. They told the truth. And the fact of the matter was Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia was and forever would be lovingly and completely yours forever.

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His Reason to Fanboy 🦸‍♀️ | Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia imagine

TGM Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x MovieStar!reader (romantic) Dagger squad (platonic), Marvel actors (platonic)

Content Warnings: fluff, slight profanity, pop culture references, timeline events not completely in order | Female!reader (she/her) | wc: about 7k

Requested 📨 yes/no for Anonymous (tagging @eternalsams though cause I know how much you love Mickey <3)

Premise: Little was known about the private life of energetic WSO Mikey 'Fanboy' Garcia to his fellow Top Gun alum. He was a walking encyclopedia when it came to all thing's superheroes and Hollywood's biggest stars. So it's the biggest surprise of their lives when the face behind his call sign Fanboy is revealed after years of wondering who claimed his heart when he was just a teenager.

Note: gosh writing this reminded me how much i love writing famous!reader x dagger pairings. this was so fun and long awaited so big apologies to the person who requested this last summer 🥰🥹. I hope it was worth the wait and I did it justice!! 🫶🏼

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If there is one thing the Dagger squad knows about their energetic WSO, Mickey Garcia, it’s that he lives up to his callsign Fanboy. Everyday they bear witness to his knowledge of all things superheroes and who’s dating who in Hollywood. The man’s apartment--or dorm on base depending on where he is--gives away all his interests and pop culture loves. Anyone who becomes friends with Mickey would have no trouble finding a birthday gift. There'd be endless ideas. 

Each room of his home had its own theme. Go to the bathroom and you’re hit with his love for Star Wars. Doctor Who memorabilia coats his kitchen. Then his living room looks straight out of Avengers tower. Throughout the apartment there’s knick knacks from attending a multitude of conventions, including a wall dedicated to signed pictures and movie posters. 

“Damn, Garcia,” Hangman whistles, roaming the vast collection. “You sure are a collector.” The WSO laughs, waltzing to his fridge to collect a case of beers for the squad. 

“My pride and joy.”

“I can see that,” Jake stops in front of a glass case filled to the brim with Funko Pops and figurines. One striking detail was the majority being characters of a certain actress hot in the Hollywood scene. “I see you also got a crush on Y/n L/n.” 

The name sent a large smile on Mickey’s face, filling his chest with warmth and butterflies, though his friends were too occupied to notice. “You can say that.” 

“C’mon, Mickey!” Y/n shouted at him from the sidewalk, waving a hand frantically toward the movie theater. “We’re gonna miss it!” It was a packed house, Mickey weaving through a horde of people after his mother dropped him off, promising to pick the two teenagers once the film ended. Listed in bold letters on the showings were “Spider-Man 2”, along with several others but they didn’t matter to them. They were there for the newest Spider-Man, having anticipated it all year.

Y/n stood with a cross body bag filled with candy, holding up the tickets. “You’re lucky I already got our seats.” Mickey fell into step as she led them inside, rolling his eyes playfully.

“At the very least we’d miss the previews, Y/n.” He held the door open, “not the end of the world.” 

“Speak for yourself,” she teased, thanking him in the process. Together they beelined for the concessions. With a soda and popcorn bucket in their hands the teens made it to their seats right as the lights dimmed. Y/n visibly excited during the trailers for National Treasure, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Then when it came time for the movie to start, she barely touched the popcorn. Leaving Mickey to enjoy it for himself. They shared candy and gasps during intense scenes. 

When the film ended the teens made their way out immersed in a debrief, “Harry is going to be a problem in the next one,” Y/n predicted with confidence, “Now that he knows Peter is Spider-Man, he’s gonna go after him to avenge his father.” The girl threw her hands up, “Which wasn’t even his fault!” 

Mickey laughed, popping a few leftover skittles in his mouth, “I’m kinda sad about Octavius. He had a change of heart in the end.” 

“Yeah,” she agreed with a sigh. They walked in the direction of the Dairy Queen next to the theater. Craving some ice cream while they waited for Mickey’s mom. “I hope one day I can be in one.” Mickey peered at her, frowning at her tone which was a mix of longing and sadness.

“A superhero movie?” 

“Any movie really,” she chuckled, pushing her hands in the pockets of her denim jacket. “A superhero one would be amazing--just because I love them so much.” Since they became friends at eight years old and their shared interest in comics, Y/n and Mickey watched pretty much every superhero movie to exist. Only when they turned 10 did their parents allow them to go to the theaters on opening weekend with supervision. It was the past year they were able to go alone now that they were fifteen and in high school.

Living in California, on the outskirts of Los Angeles, Y/n had always had a desire to go into acting. Begging her family to take her to auditions. Which was difficult considering they had full time jobs. Y/n’s mother a paralegal and her father a mechanic. When Y/n turned 10 her parents agreed to take her to commercial auditions on weekends. She landed several jobs, including ones for well known brands like Coca-Cola, Cheerios, and Motarola to promote their new phone. Children's toys, and hotel marketing. Recently came guest roles on popular tv-shows, like That’s So Raven, House, and voice acting on Danny Phantom. She had her agent to thank for that. 

But she was itching for that big break.

“You’ll make it, Y/n,” Mickey put his arm around her shoulder, the girl leaning in. “You’re the most ambitious, hard-driven, working person I’ve ever met. You’ve got family and friends who support you. An agent who cares about you.” If there was one thing he was right about it was her support team. Y/n’s agent Tanya had been with Y/n for two years and worked endlessly to secure her projects. The two were introduced in 2002 shortly after Y/n had a small role of a young vampire in Queen of the Damned. Her first feature debut, but it was so small she wasn’t listed on the credits. 

Tanya believed in Y/n more than anyone else. She was the reason Y/n appeared on more tv-shows than commercials within the last two years. While getting movie roles proved difficult, Tanya was determined and had Y/n pumping out auditions left and right. 

Mickey squeezed her shoulder gently, adding a friendly kiss to her cheek that made her heart flutter. “It’ll happen.You just have to be patient.” 

If only the two had made a bet that day. Mickey never lost faith in Y/n’s potential. And when they finally entered a relationship junior year after years of mutual pining it only heightened. They both attended University of Southern California, Y/n pursuing acting while Mickey studied aeronautical engineering. While finishing high school, Y/n auditioned consistently for L.A productions, accumulating credits on Constantine (which had her loss for words getting to work with Keanu Reeves), Ugly Betty, Bring It On: All or Nothing, and her personal favorite, X-Men: The Last Stand. Then in 2006 she had credits on Transformers, Knocked-Up, and Freedom Writers which were released in 2007. Those roles would benefit her in the years to come for the connections she made with co-stars. 

Her building resume those years resulted in Y/n getting that big break she dreamed off. One crisp January day in 2007, having just wrapped on a guest appearance on Suite Life of Zack & Cody, Y/n received a call from Tanya. Changing the trajectory of her career forever. 

“I’ve got you an audition to play Robert Downey Jr.’s daughter in this new Iron Man production.”

Y/n literally spit out her soda, choking as she tried to say, “I’m sorry, did you say Iron Man.” Of course she heard correctly, but Y/n being the massive comic fan she had to be sure. 

“Yes,” Tanya chuckled, Y/n could hear her typing away on her laptop. “I’m emailing you the scene--you’ll read for Jon Favreau, Kevin Feige and the casting director. There’s a chance Robert might be there for you two to do a chemistry read.” 

Y/n rushed to her laptop, nearly running into the wall of her dorm when she cut the corner too fast. The *ding* of the email coming through sounded, Y/n sliding into her chair at a rapid speed to open the document and print it out. 

“So you’ll do it?” Tanya’s voice reminded the girl she was still on the phone. 

“Where do I meet you?”

Now if Y/n were being honest, she wasn’t too confident of her chances of getting the role. It was the inaugural film of this highly anticipated Marvel franchise. Not to mention an L.A set so who knows how many up and coming actors are fighting for a spot. Y/n knew her odds were slim. But she was going to give the best damn performance ever. 

She planned to tell Mickey about the audition once she knew the outcome. As much as she loved and trusted him and his faith in her, Y/n didn’t want to disappoint him. Not that she ever could, Mickey adored her and supported everything she did. But since he loved superheroes as much as her, this was important to him as well.

The audition process was a long and painful process. Following the initial reading, Y/n had been called back four more times as the team narrowed down their choices. They did several scenes, particularly the ones with Robert since the character would be on screen with him the most. Each time Y/n read with Robert it was nerveracking, but she handled it well and really put her acting capabilities to the test. The man complimented her after every session to which she was grateful for. It boosted her confidence. Even if she didn’t get the role, Y/n was thankful for the experience and hoped to work with Robert in the future. 

After a grueling month-long process, Y/n received the call she’d been waiting for. From Kevin Feige himself. “We want you to be our Jordyn Stark.” It took everything in Y/n to hold back her screams of joy. Releasing them the second they ended the call. She nearly woke up the entire dorm hall, thankfully no cops were called. 

Mickey was over the moon when she told him the news. Jumping from his side of the booth to pull her up into a massive hug. Kissing all over her face, “Oh my God this is amazing!! You’re gonna be a superhero--I knew you could do it! Holy shit!” They looked like little kids in a candy store, bouncing up and down in a fit of excitement.

Proud of his girlfriend, Mickey dragged her to the nearest comic store. Purchasing a comic that featured her character and figurine. “Will you do me the honor,” he held up a sharpie, grinning at the look of joy on her face, “of signing this for me. I want to be the first person to have THE Jordyn Stark aka THE Iron Lady,” he winked, and finished, “aka THE Y/n L/n’s autograph.” 

Tears formed in her eyes. Both from the overwhelming amount of happiness and because of Mickey’s whole show. People passing by gave confused looks, unaware the girl was about to become the face of a whole generation. 

Iron Man’s release sparked a new era in Hollywood. Marvel Studios got the green light to begin plans for a whole phase of projects in the universe. Reception to Y/n’s performance of Jordyn Stark was well received. Fans and critics praised her, fellow actors committing she was the scene stealer. 

Rosario Dawson, a massive comic book fan, stated in an interview when asked if she saw Iron Man, “Are you kidding? I saw it three times in theaters--I was blown away! And the girl who played Tony’s daughter, I believe Y/n is her name, oh my gosh she was amazing,” the woman talked with her hands, “Every scene she was in had me either laughing, on the edge of my seat, or simply going ‘wow, this girl is talented’. She matched Robert’s energy on screen so you’d think they are a father-daughter duo in real life.” 

Samuel L. Jackson, who would go on to be Y/n’s co-star in future Marvel films and Hollywood projects, said, “Look I don’t say this lightly, but that girl is gonna go places. And to think this is her first big supporting role in a motion picture!” He smiled brightly, “what a talent.”

Y/n was full of excitement, not hesitating to sign her name on the dotted line for a multi-picture contract--but not before her agent and lawyer read over it. The success she garnered from Iron Man occurred rather quickly. In the following year Y/n found herself attending award shows for the first time. Winning Best Supporting Actress in an Action Movie, Best Scene Stealer, Best Duo with Robert Downey Jr. and Best Breakthrough Actress at the MTV Movie Awards. She also won her category for the Kids Choice and Teen Choice Awards. 

Before long her agent was blowing up her phone. Iron-Man 2, 3 and The Avengers were already accounted for and Y/n wanted to lengthy her filmography to prevent being typecast. Obviously she loved Superhero/Action movies, but she desired to be a versatile actress. Countless auditions, but Y/n soon became a staple name in the early 2010s with performances in Tron: Legacy, Black Swan, Insidious, Grown Ups, Contagion, teaming up again with RDJ and Jude Law in Sherlock Holmes. Then in 2012-2014 Y/n added Men In Black 3, The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Enemy, The Hunger Games: Mockinjay and Interstellar to her list. Working with amazing directors and popular franchises pushed her into international stardom. Plus making lifetime collaborations. 

Oh, and can’t forget being nominated for Best Supporting Actress at the Oscars and Golden Globes. Winning the latter and making Y/n one of Hollywood's most desired acts. Now whenever she appears in a project, the Golden Globe Winner precedes her name.

And Mickey was there every step of the way. He was living his dream of working in aviation, completing OTS and flight school to become a weapons-specialist officer in the Navy. The backseater to the pilot, but just as important. Y/n was beyond proud. Thinking of all those times Mickey randomly gave plane facts or begged her to go to the air show in high school. Anytime she traveled and saw a figurine of a plane he was missing from his collection she got it. Luckily the Navy kept him on the west coast. Making it easier to see each other during her days away from set. He loved his job. And Y/n loved him. 

Maintaining a relationship while in high-demand careers was no easy task. Especially when one’s a movie star and the other goes on classified missions for the government. Add on the fact they wanted to keep their private life a secret to prevent media scrutiny. Y/n worried in the beginning Mickey would view it negatively. Not posting about him on social media or bringing him to premiers and award shows. Like he was some dirty secret. But Mickey, the wonderful man he is, never was bothered. In fact he liked the idea. 

They talked consistently, sometimes everyday unless they were occupied with work. Y/n kept him updated on every audition. Sharing the excitement with him each role she landed and comforted by his voice when rejected. And while he didn’t go to the premieres, Mickey was at every opening weekend for her movies. Dragging his friends along each time. It’s no surprise he earned the callsign Fanboy for his endless passion for movies. Specifically the superhero ones. While drunk the first weekend in flight school he gave the entire lore of the current MCU projects. To anyone he would just be labeled a superfan. Unaware of the true reason behind his love for the MCU. 

The mid-to-late 2010s did not disappoint. Y/n’s contract for the MCU extended as Jordyn Stark became a prominent figure in the franchise. And with her strong chemistry and bonds, Y/n collaborated with several of her Marvel co-stars in projects outside of the MCU. Jeremy Renner in Arrival, working with Denis Villenueve again starring in his Enemy and Sicario. Brie Larson in Room, Tom Hiddleston in Crimson Peak. Both of whom, with Samuel L. Jackson, starred in Kong: Skull Island with Y/n. She worked with Tessa Tompson in Annihilation--who would go on to cite inspiration from Y/n’s performance in MIB when she joined the franchise in 2019. Then after working with him in Men in Black 3, Y/n teamed up alongside Josh Brolin in Sicario, Deadpool 2, and eventually parts 1 & 2 of Denis’ adaptation of Dune. 

“Oh she’s one of my favorite people to work with,” Josh said during the press tour for Endgame after the interviewer mentioned all the times the two collaborated. “I had first seen her in Freedom Writers back in 2007 and thought she was just spectacular. Then of course in Iron Man, what can I say,” he shrugged while beaming, “It’s because of her and Downey that we have the MCU in the first place. They really set it in motion and to capture that feeling of, ‘this is going to be something’ so early on is incredible.” Josh crossed his legs, grinning wide as he added, “I love working with Y/n, I’ll say yes to any project if she’s attached and I’m excited for this next thing we got going with Denis after this.”

Besides movies Y/n continued to land jobs on shows whenever she was back in L.A. Tanya, her agent with an iron fist, booked her guest appearances on The Good Place, Black Mirror, Hannible, and The Americans. Her gig on Daredevil stirred major discourse in the Marvel community. Especially after it was announced years later the MCU would be buying the rights to the Netflix Marvel productions. In 2017 she had a recurring role as part-time companion to the 12th Doctor on Doctor Who. Becoming a fan favorite, the actress was constantly asked by fans and reporters if she had plans to return for the upcoming 60th Anniversary special. Y/n enjoyed her time in England and met up with several friends. Christopher Nolen, in fact, had called her up with the offer of a role in his upcoming work, Tenet. 

How could she pass that up?

2019 from the start was going to be an interesting year for the actress. At the height of her career Y/n felt the train was non-stopping. Traveling around the world. Press tours and interviews. Finding time to decompress was a task in itself. In between projects Y/n visited Mickey at his base in Northern California. Just like old times they’d go to the movies together. Only in disguise to hide from fans and the paparazzi. Sometimes they’d see her movies--usually at Mickey’s request, but Y/n always felt weird watching herself on screen. She’d think after over fifteen years in the industry she’d be used to it, but nevertheless she’d tend to think, ‘I could’ve done that better,’ with every scene. 

By September of that year Y/n was gearing up for a major project with longtime friend and collaborator, Denis Villenueve. Endgame had taken over the globe, concluding 10 years of buildup between characters and storylines. Tears upon tears were shed at the premiere. Unsure of what Marvel had planned for Jordyn Stark, Y/n prepared for the next chapter in her career. On top of Endgame she’d been in Greta Gerwig’s Little Women and the rom-com, Isn’t It Romantic. She’d signed on for a three-picture deal with Deadpool, but now he was also going to join the MCU, so the future of her character was in question. Ryan, however, assured her she’d remain in the universe, already texting plans of potential dialogue and jokes. 

Then there were countless interviews and promos.

“Hi, I’m Y/n L/n!” her excited tone was directed to the camera, sitting criss crossed on a pastel purple fabric that lifted into the backdrop. “And I’m here with Buzzfeed to answer some questions sent in from Twitter and play with puppies.” She rubbed her hands together, “Bring them in!”

Dream come true if she were being honest. Surrounded by tiny four-legged creatures that caused her heart to sour. Answering the questions was actually the difficult part, pulling the slips of paper from the bowl and reading aloud, ‘What has been your favorite role to play?’

“This is probably obvious,” her laugh was light and genuine, “but it has to be the one, the only, the absolute icon herself, Miss. Jordyn M. Stark.” Y/n visibly awed as a beagle pup climbed into her lap. “Anyone who knew me growing up--.” she instantly thinks of Mickey, smile widening, “knows my love for superheroes and comics in general. I was always at the movies opening weekend, sometimes even opening night, to watch the newest release. Getting to play Jordyn Stark has been an absolute dream come true. Not only has it fulfilled a longtime aspiration of wanting to play a superhero, but it’s opened the door to so many opportunities,” she points out the obvious, “she put me on the map. It’s crazy to think it’s been over a decade since I brought Jordyn to life on the big screen and until Marvel lets me know what’s next for her, it’s a bittersweet end to an amazing chapter in my life.”

‘What’s been the most challenging part of your career?’

Y/n thinks for a moment, petting the husky pup biting her shoelaces, “I think having to migrate from what my life was like before booking Jordyn--which is ironic considering that’s what every actor's goal is. To get that big break that shoots them into stardom if you say…” her hands move to emphasize her point. “Going from a freshman in college working a part-time job at a hotel and getting tiny gigs on L.A productions,” she lifts her left hand up, then her right, “to the train never reaching its stop…it was a big shift. I definitely was the type of actor calling up co-stars with questions like, ‘is it always like this?’” she ends it with a chuckle, “I think I managed it well, but I still think about it from time to time.”

‘Favorite actor/actresses to work with?’

She doesn’t hesitate, “Downey of course, that’s my ride or die. His name on my phone is literally, ‘Work Father/Iron Dad’.” She laughs with the crew, “And Josh Brolin--love that man so much. I’ll actually be seeing him soon and I’m excited to catch up.” A pup barks for attention and Y/n lifts him in her arms, “I love working with Tessa Tompson. She and I got close on set during Avengers and I gave her advice on joining the Men In Black family. If there’s one actress I’d love to work with again it would be Viola Davis.” Y/n clutches a hand to her chest, “We had to do so many scenes over because I could not stop staring at her in awe and would miss my cue or forget my line. Ah! I was so embarrassed--but she was great about it and I freakin’ love her. I really really adore Keanu Reeves--in fact,” a wink is sent to the camera, “I might actually have some exciting news to share soon regarding a certain action franchise he’s in.” Seconds after the interview was released Twitter was buzzing. Excited about the potential of Y/n joining the John Wick series.

‘Is there another superhero, or possibly villain, you’d be interested in playing on the big screen?’

“Ooo I like this question,” Y/n grins, clapping a bit only to have the puppy in her lap playfully take a bite at her fingers. “As I mentioned I love comic books, so any chance to play a character in one I’m taking. If I had to choose….” she scratches her chin before smirking, “Poison Ivy is one of my favorites from DC--if I were to play her alongside Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn I think that would be so iconic. I’d love to play a villian/anti-hero in general,” she shrugs nonchalantly. “ The closest I got to playing one was Shock in Daredevil. Every other character in a superhero setting I’ve done has been heroes. There’s so many villains in X-Men I think are intriguing--Dark Phoenix, Fatale, and Copycat. But for sure Poison Ivy is my top choice.”

‘Do you have any advice on romance?’

The question fills Y/n with heat, giggling under her breath which the camera catches. “I don’t think I’m the best to answer this question, because when it comes to romance I just wing it--,” her hands raise in defense, “which had worked to my advantage.” The topic of relationships was rare for Y/n. No surprise there since she’s been known to keep her private life private her entire career. Not to mention she’d been with Mickey for half her life. “My partner on the other hand is very romantic. He loves to plan dates, surprise me with my favorite candy, and will send memes at the most random times of the day because they remind him of me. He’s not in the industry,” she is quick to point out, giving viewers a first time look of her personal life, “but he knows a lot and is my biggest supporter. I love him dearly.”

The video went viral on twitter and, as expected, people had a lot to comment on the clip of Y/n’s love life. 

@/Lokidarling: awed so many times watching @/SuperY/n talk about her partner. I hope to love someone like that one day.

@/TheDoctorsWife: So we can all agree Y/n L/n’s partner is the luckiest man on the planet. 

@/MTV: currently sobbing that our wife @/SuperY/n is off the market.

@/Slick_like_AgentK: @/SuperY/n heard the rumors about her and Sebastian Stan and said ‘NOT TODAY!’

 In the weeks leading to fall Y/n made plans to read Dune at Denis’ request. Had auditions lined up for Succession, Ghostbusters: Afterlife, and The School for Good & Evil. And desperately needed time with her fiance. The two recently engaged following their 30th birthday. 

Technically they were legally married under California’s common law. They’d been together since 16 and while no rings were on their fingers, they had assets. Including cars, apartments, and dogs. Still they wanted a wedding and proper marriage documents. Both agreed to sign each other's prenup. A scene almost comical when they approached both their lawyers, who along with their families and Y/n’s agent knew of their relationship. 

Admittedly, the engagement was a result of upcoming events. Ever since Mickey informed her of his orders to return to Top Gun for a classified mission Y/n had been stressed. Thoughts plagued her mind of the dangers Mickey could face. Not just the mission but the training itself. She’d heard of incidents of technical malfunctions in the air that led to someone’s death. The thought of Mickey hurt or worse, dead, in the line of duty was her worst nightmare. And since she was not his wife, medical professionals were required to not share any information of his status if he were admitted. 

So before he shipped out, they did what the typical military couple does on a time crunch: they went to the courthouse. 

Did Y/n’s publicist bribe and threaten to sue the official if TMZ got word? Only God bore witness to that interaction. 

By the grace of a higher spirit Mickey came home to her. They had little to no contact while he was off shore so the second he called her up saying he was back in Fightertown Y/n was packing a bag. Speeding down the next morning. 

Their time together was private, and unbeknownst to both it would be the last. In a sense that is. 

Because they pulled off the impossible, Mickey and the rest of the Dagger Squad were declared an official strike squad for the Pentagon, basing the team at Fightertown. A good thing for the couple. Now instead of a four-hour drive it was cut down to just over two hours. 

“How long will you be gone?” He brushed his fingers down the length of her arm, the two cuddled on the couch watching The Bachelorette. 

“A few months,” was her reply, nibbling on a twizzler. Sighing, she nuzzled against his touch, not wanting to think about the long flight to Budapest ahead of her. She’d planned to use that time to read Dune before her first day on set. “Maybe less if all goes well. How long will you be offshore?” Y/n referred to his pending mission with the Dagger Squad. She felt him shrug against her.

“I’d say no more than a couple weeks. Rooster is team leader and Mav’s supervisor. It’ll be a piece of cake.”

Tilting her head up to look at him, Y/n smiled, “I want to meet your friends. They sound like great people.”

“They are,” Mickey grinned, matching her gaze, “You’d love them--but I have to warn you they can be a handful. Especially Javy.” He laughed as the memory popped in his head, “It’s amazing we can get stuff done at times.”

Y/n thought for a moment, laying her head back on his shoulder, “Maybe when I get back we can talk about going public. What do you think?” her tone was nervous, butterflies in her stomach for his reaction. This was the first time in a while the idea of disclosing their relationship came up. And considering they were now legally married, keeping it secret was harder by the day.

Mickey tightened his hold around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. It made her instantly relax, “Whatever you want, mi amor.” He smiled at her sigh of relief, “You know I won’t object--so long as you’re sure about it.”

“I am,” she doesn’t hesitate, “we’ve kept it hidden for so long--which I’m amazed by with all the times we’ve gone out.” The fact her disguises worked made her laugh any time she thought about it. “Everyone at Marvel pretty much had their suspicions that I was in a serious relationship. Never said anything, which I’m grateful for. But I want to share you with the world,” leaning back up, Y/n cups his cheek, stroking his jaw followed by a sweet kiss to the lips, “because you are my world.”

If only there was a camera secretly concealed in Mickey’s apartment the day his closest friends discovered the secret he’d been harboring. It happened unexpectedly, completely taking them both off guard. 

Wanting to surprise Mickey after months away filming, Y/n arrived in San Diego with their favorite take out in hand and headed straight to his apartment. As she was taking the items from her car she noticed a man with a very large camera across the street. 

Pointing the lens straight at her.

“Fuck,” was the first word out of her mouth, beginning to grab things in a rush.

“Y/n! Y/n over here!” 

Preparing herself, Y/n put on a brave face and turned on her heel. “Hello!” she smiled and waved, seeing the pap had moved closer but still kept his distance. “All I ask is please don’t take photos of my license plate, if you don’t mind.” Running into paparazzi while driving her own car always brought fear. Many celebrities had unfortunately dealt with fans showing up to their homes due to their license plate being leaked. Y/n tried her best to prevent that whenever she could.

Thankfully the gentleman was nice, waving a hand in return. “No problem!” He continued snapping pictures as she walked, following behind several paces. When she got inside, without her usual disguise because she was in a rush, Y/n caught the stunned expression of the doorman and receptionist. ‘Cat’s out of the bag.’

Ruffling for her key once in the elevator, Y/n shot a quick text to her agent and publicist, ‘sooooo we might have a problem…although it's not the worst if we’re being real.’ Quickly putting her phone back in her bag to not see the incoming replies--to spare herself the stress--Y/n hurried to the apartment. Not even giving Mickey a warning before she busted inside only to shock herself with the discovery of people inside.

“Oh my,” she said aloud, hearing the sound of someone dropping their phone followed by several gasps and a ‘what the fuck?’.

Mickey, however, was jumping from his seat, “Baby!” he shouted in glee, rushing to encompass her in a massive bear hug. Completely oblivious to the fact his friend's jaw dropping reactions behind him. “When did you get it? Just now? I thought you were coming on Monday!” 

Wrapping her arms around him, Y/n remembers why she was there in the first place. “I wanted to surprise you,” lips meet her cheek. “I brought Sambino’s.”

Mickey moans like he just won the lottery, cupping her face, “You are a living angel. How did I get so lucky?” 

Smirking, Y/n hands him the bag as they untangle and replies, “You didn’t make fun of me for being the only girl in our third grade class who liked comics.” She scrunches her nose when he ‘boops’ it, followed by a quick kiss to the lips. 

By now the group taking up the entire living room had stood up, congregating in the kitchen. All wore matching expressions: flabbergasted, awe, and pure confusion. The man closest to Mickey who towered over everyone spoke first.

“Garcia,” Payback choked out a laugh, wrapping his head around the fact he just witnessed his partner kiss THE Y/n L/n. His hand waved in their direction, “When you said you and your highschool sweetheart preferred to keep a low profile…her being the actress you’re obsessed over was not at all what I had in mind.”

Jake scoffed, “speak for yourself, I thought he was bullshitting us about having a high-school sweetheart,” at Mickey’s look of offense he raised his hands in defense, “What? You hardly ever spoke of her and quite frankly--” hands wave around the place, “you have no pictures whatsoever.” 

“Oh I do,” The WSO winds an arm over Y/n’s shoulder, to which she leans into. “Just they’re in photo albums and kept in a safe place. Away from prying eyes.” A playful smack hits his chest, Y/n rolling her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Javy cuts in with a confused chuckle. “Are we just going to ignore the fact we’re in the presence of an A-list actress--who is dating our Fanboy.”

Bob gives a friendly smile, “that makes sense why he’s always talking about the MCU and seems to know the direction it’s going before we do.” The fellow WSO then adds after chucking, “it’s because you’re really a big fan of Y/n.”

Rooster belts out a laugh, “Yo that’s kinda ironic. Fanboy dating his celebrity crush he never shuts up about. I couldn’t have predicted that at all.”

“Dating is putting it lightly,” Y/n finally speaks up, face full of amusement. Placing a hand on Mickey’s chest, their attention instantly goes to the ring on her finger. 

“Well shit,” Jake whistles, causing Nat to nudge him with her elbow, though she matched his stunned expression.

“Damn, Garcia!” Javy goes to dab him up. Reuben does the same while saying, “Congrats man!” 

“I know we may look like we’re calm,” Natasha chuckles, catching Y/n’s attention which makes her become nervous. “But I think I can confidently say for all of us we're freaking out inside--at least I know I am.” the pilot blushes, stunned to be talking to one of her favorite actresses of all time. The previous night she literally sat down to watch How to Get Away With Murder. Particularly the season Y/n was a recurring character on. 

The squad knew Mickey grew up in the same town as Y/n after he mentioned the high school he attended in Orange County. It had been the first time they hung out at his apartment where they saw his entire collection--and pretty much shrine--dedicated to his favorite franchises. Following Jake’s comment of Mickey’s little ‘crush’, the WSO casually said, “Yeah, you can say that. We actually went to high school together.” This was then followed by Mickey whipping out his sophomore year book to show proof. Ever since the squad was envious and sometimes tried to ask questions but were brushed off.

But to discover the two were married? Now that was unexpected.

Once everyone departed after several hours of giving detailed accounts of their lives--plus mentioning to Mickey a Pap had spotted her and the likelihood of the internet discovering their relationship--,Y/n let out a heavy breath, unable to fight the grin off her face. Giggling when Mickey gave her a look of ‘What did you think?’ “That was fun--Ah!.” A squeal escaped her as he picked her up, spinning them in a circle.

“Been wanting to do that since you walked through the door,” he brought her into a passionate kiss, setting her down but keeping their chests pressed together.

“Why didn’t you?” she teased, kissing him again while combing her fingers through his short hair. A blush rose on his cheeks.

“Wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with it.”

“I wouldn’t have minded,” she spoke with honesty, “but I understand. We were both surprised. I wasn’t expecting an audience--probably should’ve sent you a heads up.” Mickey shrugged, swaying them side to side.

“Honestly I’m glad you didn’t,” a light laugh escaped him, picturing his friends' faces once again. “If there was one way I was going to break the news to the squad that I'm married to the woman I keep dragging them to the movies to see, it would be like that.” 

Y/n broke into giggles, thinking to all those times Mickey sent her photos of him and his friends in the theater with captions like, ‘You already know what’s going down.’ ‘Jake and Javy are trying to bet who would pull you if they got the chance.’ ‘Wish you were here…so I could steal your sour patch kids.’ 

“Which, speaking of….” Mickey stepped back a bit, hands landing on her waist with eyes full of wonder and question. “How do you think we go from here? Now that the whole world is about to know about us?”

Y/n smiled brightly as she pictured the future. Moving her arms to wind around his neck, feeling her belly fill with warmth and happiness. 

“I think….it’s time we plan that wedding.” 

E! News reported that evening, “It looks like Bruce Wayne isn’t the only superhero who’s good at hiding information--tonight Golden Globe winning actress Y/n L/n has confirmed via Instagram her marriage to longtime partner, Naval Weapons Officer Lieutenant Mickey Garcia. Turns out the two have been in a relationship since they were teenagers--sixteen to be exact! They officially became a couple in 2005 as juniors in high school and have kept it hidden from the limelight. Wow! Talk about a well kept secret. 

“The news came following reports of Y/n spotted in San Diego several times outside of Garcia’s apartment complex. Photos then surfaced on Twitter of several occurrences where fans have speculated seeing the two in public. Cozying up at movie theaters, enjoying a weekend getaway to Hilton Head, and internet sleuths have even found an instagram account they believe is run by L/n strictly for close friends and family. Former classmates of the 30-year-old actress have come out saying they remember the two together like peas in a pod. We even have a photo someone shared of the young couple attending their high school prom. Y/n revealed in the summer of 2019 she’d been in a committed relationship, but has never given details until now.

“Y/n L/n first got her big break in Hollywood at eighteen years old when she was casted as heroine Jordyn Stark opposite Robert Downey Jr. in Iron Man. After years of small supporting roles and starring in popular commercials, the now critically acclaimed actress has appeared in several blockbuster films including Black Swan, Interstellar, La La Land and most recently Greta Gerwig’s Little Women. Besides Marvel, Y/n has been part of multi-billion dollar franchises--Men In Black, The Twilight Saga and The Hunger Games just to name a few. Then in 2016 she won the Golden Globe for Best Supporting Actress for her portrayal as DEA Agent Molly Coleman in Denis Villenueve’s Sicario. Coming down from the high of Marvel Studios record breaking release of Avengers: Endgame, Y/n recently wrapped on the upcoming sci-fi production of Dune--her fourth collaboration with Denis and has an ensemble cast with names like Timothee Chalamet, Zendaya, Rebecca Fergason, and Josh Brolin.

“In her instagram post--featuring several photographs of the couple over the years starting from when they were children to the most recent of their courthouse ceremony--Y/n thanked Mickey for his continued love and support of her, remaining her quote “cheerleader and shoulder to cry on as I progressed through this wild journey of playing dress up on the big screen. You never lost faith in me. You stood by my side, first as my best friend, then as my boyfriend, and now as my life partner. I am forever grateful for you, Mickey Garcia. And while the Navy may have given you the name, It’s an honor to be your reason to fanboy.”

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[eternalsams]

Love is All ⇴ M.Garcia

pairing: Mickey Garcia x fem!reader

summary: during your first night out after the Uranium mission, you all decide to play a game to know each other a bit better and some things are hard to believe.

content/warnings: fluff, alcohol consumption

word count: 1.7k

a/n: english isn't my first language, please take that into consideration. There's references to one of my favorite movies, can you catch them?

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The mission was a success and when everybody was cleared off the medical check, you all decided to enjoy a night out at the Hard Deck and let your captain pay a round of drinks. Except for the first night when you all met and the day at the beach for dogfight football, you didn’t really have the time to chat and really know each other. It was Hangman’s idea, of course, but none of you complained about free drinks and a fun night out. As Coyote's WSO, you already knew Javy and Jake pretty good and heard about Rooster and Phoenix from when Hangman would tell you his Top Gun stories. But you were glad you could finally put faces to the names. You were one of the youngest among Fanboy and Phoenix. To your biggest surprise, Bob wasn't as young as he seemed to be but he still kept a young soul, getting along with the youngest but also the oldest of the team.

When you passed the Hard Deck's doors, penny welcomed you all with a bright smile and a couple of applause. She was followed in her applause by a few patrons who recognized you and heard about your exploits. None of you really paid them any attention and Rooster and Phoenix stayed at the bar to take all the orders while the rest of you gathered around a pool table for a game or two. You mostly stayed with Hangman and Coyote, sometimes chuckling at something Fanboy said, making them understand where your callsign came from. Lieutenant Y/N 'Giggles' Y/L/N. You got it in flight school when you inadvertently giggled during class at an awkward silence. It stuck.

The night went on, all of you learning to know each other. Some funny anecdotes shared and embarrassingly told later, Hangman proposed -as the very mature man he was- to play truth or dare. You all drank a little bit and the alcohol in your systems made you all agree with his high-schooler idea. You grabbed the bottles of beer that were still not emptied and followed Hangman on the beach. You all sat legs crossed onto the sand and that's when you noticed that Coyote kept an empty bottle to use as a pointer. He spined the bottle and the bottleneck pointed at Bob. Hangman's face lightened up and he looked up at the blue-eyed WSO with a devilish smirk. "Truth or Dare, Baby On Board?" He asked. You could see Bob gulp silently and think about what he was about to choose. He could almost feel the fresh Californian air hitting his bare torso if he ever said Dare to Hangman. "Truth."

Hangman's smile faded only a bit, kind of disappointed that Bob didn't pick Dare, but he quickly found something to ask the blonde. "What's the most reckless thing you've ever done? On or out of base." The blonde pilot licked his lips wickedly and leaned back to rest his weight on his hands. Bob's face turned red and he looked away, his eyes catching the ocean waves a bit further on the beach. "I... I uhm got a girl on base one night." And with just that, howls and whistles were heard from all the boys. Phoenix and you simply laughed, surprised by Bob's confession. "Who was that girl?" Payback asked. "Hey! He picked Truth not truths." Phoenix quickly came to the rescue of her WSO. Payback raised his hands in surrender and Bob leaned over to spin the bottle.

You kept playing during the biggest part of the evening, some of your deepest and dirtiest secrets being revealed to your new friends. Some of you -Rooster and Coyote- were now wet from head to toes from going into the cold water of the ocean as a dare. Others -Phoenix, Hangman and Payback- were wasted with the amount of alcohol they consumed. Unfortunately you had to lick salt from Coyote's neck at one point, earning whistles from Hangman who snapped a picture on his phone for good measure he'd never forget this. Sadly for Bob, he now had to feel the fresh air of California when Rooster dared him to take off his shirt, he now had wrapped his arms around his bare chest, feeling self-conscious even when you and others complimented him to make him feel better about himself. Truth be told, he looked nothing like Rooster with his broad shoulders or like Hangman with his hugely developed pecs. But you wouldn't be lying if you said you didn't stare a bit too long when he took his shirt off to properly fold it next to him on the sand.

Fanboy was the only one left avoiding anything too embarrassing, he told you about his first time, he whispered dirty things in Phoenix's ears who opened her eyes wide open when he murmured those dirty words. He even drank a whole beer in one go. But nothing too embarrassing like kissing one of you or stripping out of his clothes. He finished his last dare and spined the bottle that ended up pointing at you. He kindly smiled up at you and licked his lips. "Truth or Dare, Y/N?" You chuckled and closed your eyes, wanting this game to finally end. "Truth." You could hear Hangman and Coyote sigh because they basically already knew everything about you. "Do you believe in love?" Mickey -as you learned he was called- asked you. You didn't really see the others' faces when he asked that because you kept looking at him but you could hear some laughs and some whispers at how 'lame' his question was. "I don't." You simply say and he frowned, not expecting this answer, he opened his mouth, ready to ask something else when Rooster's voice interrupted him. "Alright, I don't know what you wanted to know with this Fanboy but I think it shows that it's time we stop playing this immature game." He ended his sentence with a pointed look towards Hangman who was grinning, stopping himself from laughing out loud.

You and Fanboy were the only ones who stayed silent when you all helped cleaning up. You weren't really upset by Mickey's question or anything, just tired. But Fanboy was deep in his thoughts, how could you not believe in love? It was simply impossible for him to imagine not believing in love. You all joined the bar and noticed all customers were gone and that Penny was cleaning everything. You all helped her even if she insisted you didn't have to. Payback was the first one to leave, and then Phoenix. And at the end, only you and Fanboy were still helping Penny moping the floor and cleaning the counters while she was taking inventory. The silence was only disrupted by the sound of the waves and the crickets outside. That until Fanboy stopped moping and turned to you. "How can you not believe in love?"

You chuckled and kept cleaning the counter. "I just don't. Is it that hard to believe?" You looked up at him and smiled, shrugging to show him it didn't bother you that much. "It is! I mean... What do you mean by Love? You've never been in love before?" He rested his chin on the back of his hands that were themselves resting on top of the mop handle. "I have been in love. I'm still human, Fanboy. I just don't believe in love with a capital L. I don't think we're destined to find some kind of soulmates that will forever be by our side. I think that's bullshit." Your answer left Fanboy speechless and when you were done with the counter, you rinsed the sponge you were using and dried your hands before grabbing your stuff. "Here's a question for you, Mickey. Why do you believe in love?" You chuckled as you walked by him, intending on leaving him finish moping alone. But his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Above all things, I believe in love." He said and you turned to him, feeling he would say more. "A life without love isn't worth to be lived. And I'm not talking about parental love because that's a whole different thing but romantic love, love with a capital L, is real. Believe me." He rested the mop against a table and got closer to you. "My mom always tells me that when you find your true love, you feel it. Not in your heart like everyone might think, but in your stomach. Being away from them makes you sick, thinking of a life without them makes you sick. That's when you know you found your true love." He stopped getting closer when only a couple of feet separated you. "Have you ever felt sick?" You asked curiously. "I thought so, once. But I had only eaten something bad." He smiled, showing his pearly whites. You giggled, looking away from him not to fall for his pretty smile. Because he did have a very pretty smile. "Love is a many-splendored thing, you know? It's not always about being a sap, or cheesy. Nor as passionate as Hangman tries to make it appear." He chuckled as he tried to catch your eyes. "It can hurt, I agree. But it makes us feel alive. Love lifts us up where we belong." One of his hands tentatively grabbed yours and made you look back at him. "And where do I belong?" You took a step closer to him, linking your fingers to his. "Up there in the sky, where the eagles fly." You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from giggling once more. "I'm sorry, I didn't even realize it rhymes." He chuckled as he closed his eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed by how cheesy he sounded. "That was pretty smooth, I have to admit." You said and his eyes opened wide, staring at you in disbelief. You giggled once more and let go of his hand to grab his face and press your lips on his cheek. "I may not yet believe in love with a capital L, but I do believe in a dinner at yours. Let's say Friday, at 7?" You cocked your head to the side and watched him coming back to his senses. "That was really smooth too." He softly smiled and nodded, already wondering what he was gonna cook for you on Friday night.

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[rae-gar-targaryen]

as blue as your taste (i taste the same) [mickey “fanboy” garcia x fem!civilian reader aka “cielo”]

A/N: For Fanboy’s fangirls, more Fanboy and his cielita linda. (Remember, reblogs make the world go round!). Fic title from I’ll never tell you where, fic vibe inspired by a twittering little birdy who knows only one, two-syllable word (iykyk). 

Pairing: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x fem!reader (aka “Cielo;” as always no use of y/n – my readers are written ambiguous, but with a latina!reader in mind.)

Word Count: 3.8k (what a joke I am) of a sun-soaked morning drenched in promise, the taste of coffee, and of your love (beneath your tongue)

Warnings: my writing is its own warning, smut, so 18+ ONLY – p in v sex, unprotected sex (look, it's fic, let's suspend a certain amount of disbelief about what's advisable), touching, fingering, spit as lube, v mild daddy kink (oops i gave away the twittering little birdy reference.)

Summary: Your boyfriend, Mickey, is home and is keen to cater to you early in the morning, whether it’s with a cup of coffee, or all of him. Loving is easy, it’s partial to teasing, tugging, desperation, and softness [part of the Fanboy y Cielo ‘verse.]

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Hardwood floor, however elegant, bears the inescapable curse of being cold first thing in the morning. And the bedroom floor is chilly and smooth as ice against the flats of Mickey’s feet as he slides out of your shared bed, extricating himself from your snuggled warmth. Your shared bed – something he’d never tire of. 

Mickey cursed his internal clock, burned into his being from the repetitive, intensive military training and the value of routine imbued in every recruit. But if it wasn’t for routine, he wouldn’t be awake at 5:00 a.m., even while on leave. If it wasn’t for routine, he would still be in bed with you. If it wasn’t for routine, he would wrap his arms around you ever-tighter, ensconced in the cloudlike grip of dreamy sleep – his reality, even better with you in his arms.

But he was a man of routine. Except that today there was no barracks check. No drills. Nothing to do with his time in this moment, except to be awake. 

Stretching his arms, Mickey reveled in the popping of his joints and the pleasant tingling burn in his muscles as he made to stand, glancing over his shoulder (not enviously, he swears – but adoringly) at your still-sleeping form, starry-eyed at the sight of you clad and snuggled in his grey sweatshirt. 

The well-loved – not worn out, thanks very much – baggy one he’d worn to your first movie date, when he’d come over to your house with an armful of snacks and a perpetually sunshiney grin. You’d chosen “The Thing” (a horror sci-fi classic – and he could respect a woman of taste), and ended up burrowing into his shoulder, snuggling into the warmth of the very hoodie you were wrapped in now. He couldn’t remember now exactly when it had become a permanent fixture in your home. But now he couldn’t envision it on anyone but you. 

And you hadn’t stirred at Mickey’s departure from your bed – perhaps, Mickey thought, forlornly, perhaps you were used to being in it without him when he was gone for months at a time. The absence just as much a part of your routine as morning laps were a part of his. He shook his head gently, the now grown-in curls caressing his forehead gently at the motion. He refused to let himself dwell on that, when he was home now. When you were together. 

And you had done such a good job of maintaining your shared home while he was away. And as much as MIckey loved seeing you during your FaceTime calls, he would be remiss to say he didn’t also relish catching glimpses of the lived-in domesticity of your space in the background. The sight of your favorite blanket rumpled into the corner of the couch off to the side of your camera. A water glass left on the coffee table. Your golden retriever, Artoo, sprawled on the kitchen tile, snoozing gently while you spoke to your beloved through the little glass screen of your phone. 

It was the least he could do, Mickey thought, to give you some of that domesticity back while you slept. To contribute to your home in ways he otherwise couldn’t while away. 

With that, Mickey slid his feet in preparation over the cool hardwood once more before standing, before slipping quietly from the room, and beckoning Artoo to follow with gently-clacking paws. 

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The laundry had been started. The dishes from last night’s dinner removed from the drying rack and put away. Artoo had been walked and fed and was now curled atop his cushion with his favorite rawhide chew. And, perhaps most importantly, the softly-burbling coffee maker had filled up enough for Mickey to pour a cup, steaming, and prepared the way you liked it best. 

Slipping quietly back to your bedroom with the porcelain mug generating a welcome warmth that seeped into his fingertips – a contrast to the still-frigid surface beneath his feet – Mickey slid beneath the covers on his side of the bed. Mindful of the fact that you were still sleeping, your features angelic, smooth, and untroubled in that way of deep sleepers, lavender haze cloudy and dreamlike.  

The desire to let you sleep was at odds with the desire he felt as he gazed upon you, his cielo. His morning sky, radiant, even when compared to the purpling, blooming dawn of the expanse outside of your window, casting the room in a sweet morning glow. Bathing your features, resplendent, as though you were made to be seen in the morning light. And perhaps you were. 

It was no secret that Mickey’s days began with you, his name on your lips and his first thought when he awoke, no matter the distance between the two of you. And his nights (when he was lucky), ended with you, too. Lucky to be ensconced in your touch, with the wax and wane of your skylight pull, a siren’s song beckoning him into the bygone era of your devotion, ever lost to time in its eternity. With your breath fanning across his face, and your lips on his. 

And wouldn’t it be so nice to begin his day this way, too? 

Gently, Mickey set your coffee mug on the bedside table nearest him before turning back to you and bending to skate his hand, warmed by the sweet heat of morning caffeine encased in porcelain, beneath his (your) hoodie and along the skin of your waist, tracing up your side and along the ridges of your ribs. 

Bending, Mickey revels in the slight gasp that his touch has emitted from you as you begin to stir, quick to follow the teasing traipse of his fingertips with the skating bridge of his nose, and the sweetest skim of his lips along your neck, trailing up, up to the bridge of your cheek.

What a way to wake up.

“Good morning, tease,” you rasped, twisting in the sheets to separate Mickey’s lips from your neck so that you could crack an eye open, taking in the sight of your beloved leaning over you. “What time is it?” 

Instead of responding, Mickey pressed forward further, closing the gap between you two, to press his lips fully to yours, the softness of his (your) hoodie pressing into his chest as he sucked your lower lip between his. A little something like ardor blooming, aching in his chest as he withdrew in time to see the flutter of your lashes as you opened your eyes fully at his departure. 

“Still early, Cielo,” he murmured, nudging his nose along the bridge of yours, cocking his head to press another kiss to your cheek.

You hmmm’d at Mickey’s attentions, the tingling sensation of goosebumps erupting across your skin – no matter how many times your Mickey has kissed you, no matter how many times you feel his lips across your skin, it garners the same reaction. As though your very person was surprised, pleased, to be the recipient of this man’s love. 

The cool air of the room bit across your face, now that Mickey had retreated from you some. Prompting you to snuggle into his (your) hoodie, and burrow ever further beneath the covers to shield your legs, your slipper-socked feet, from the bite of cold air. 

“I have to get up,” you sighed, wistful that your time beneath the warm cocoon of your comforter was coming to an end. “Artoo needs to go out, and…”

Mickey silenced you with a press of his finger to your lips,

“S’alright, Cielo, I took care of it. And the dishes, and the laundry. I wanted you to sleep in. You know, you work so hard, … and I come bearing gifts,” Mickey passes you the still-warm mug from the nightstand, into your eager fingertips, pleased at the look of gentle surprise that crossed your features.

“You did all my morning chores?” You asked, cracking voice warming with the first grateful sip of your morning caffeine, ever-careful not to belabor too much the loss of the feel of his finger from your lips in favor of coffee. “Oh,” you groaned at the feeling, the taste, of the divinely hot liquid down your throat. “Holy shit, babe. This is amazing.” 

Mickey felt himself flush, a pleasing prickle tickling the tips of his ears and warming his cheeks. Though whether it was at the pleased noise you had made, or the praise that had dripped from your lips, he wasn’t sure. Both were sure to get him going. Coupled with the sight of you in his (your, damnit) hoodie, and he was working his way up to being a total goner.

“Haré cualquier cosa por ti, amor,” Mickey breathed, easing an arm around you as you pressed into his side, sipping happily at your coffee. Anything for you. “I know how you like it.” 

You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend then, at the perhaps-innuendo, “You do, do you? Careful. A girl could get used to this level of service.” 

“I do,” Mickey assured, using his arm around you to guide you between his legs, allowing your back to rest against his chest. “And you know, as a dutiful soldier, I’m only happy to serve you.” 

You huffed through your nose at that, an undignified little snort, gently knocking your elbow back into the crook of his side. 

“You’re corny when you’re horny, I just want you to know that,” you chided, your voice lilted and teasing. 

“Me?!” Mickey spluttered, indignant. “What a rude thing to say. I bring you coffee in bed, I let you sleep in my hoodie, and this is how you repay me?”

You twist in Mickey’s arms, coming to face him now, resting on your knees and leaning past him, brushing your chest to his as you place your coffee cup gingerly on his bedside table once more. 

“You’re right,” you sigh, mock consternation coloring your voice. “Maybe it’s just me that’s turned on. Hot guy brings me coffee in bed? How can a girl resist?” You slid your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, allowing your fingers to tangle in the curls at the base of his neck and tugging lightly, causing Mickey’s head to tilt, his jaw to jut ever-slightly upward, pleased at the groan that burned its way from his throat to your ears. “And don’t act like you don’t like me sleeping in this hoodie.” 

And you loved him like this, if you were honest. Teasing, sweet, as he is. And slightly at your mercy. 

You allowed your eyes to drag over your boyfriend’s angelic features, his honeytar eyes swirling as he took you in, in kind. The flash of white teeth behind full lips, parted, waiting with bated breath for your next move. Cinnamon burn married with honey sweetness. 

Your lips met his, then. Full and flush. 

And isn’t it just like Mickey to overwhelm your senses, even when you’re the one –barely– in control? If the sight of him at your mercy wasn’t devastating enough, the feel of his silken curls between your fingers was unmatched in its ecstasy, second only to the feel of his lips on yours. The clean, warm smell you associate with him surrounding you, bleeding into the taste of him on your tongue. Paired remarkably with the taste of the coffee he’d made, rich, bold, and wanting. His sweet little hitch of breath, music to your ears. 

“Rude,” Mickey murmured as your lips parted, “a rude thing, you are.” 

“Rude, hm?” You pecked another kiss to his pouted mouth, a mocking, quizzical little question. “So I shouldn’t let you fuck me now?” 

And isn’t just like Mickey … To render you breathless as he flips you beneath him? Teasing giggles punched from your lungs in exchange for the ever-sweet surprise of his display of strength as he surges over you like a tidal wave of want. 

“Don’t fucking tease me, Cielo,” Mickey breathed, lips inches from yours as his molten-whiskey eyes roved your form. “Don’t you wanna be a good girl?” His hands, warm and firm against your skin, steadied your wriggling thighs as he skated his palms along your legs and up, up, up and beneath the loose hem of your hoodie that skimmed along the tops of your thighs. 

As Mickey’s lips met yours once more, heated and heady, the tips of his fingers toyed with the hem of the underwear you had slept in. You gasped at his touch so close to where you (always) wanted him, allowing Mickey to slide his tongue along yours, deepening the kiss as he tugged your panties down your legs, allowing you the slightest of wriggles of your hips to aid him in his effort. 

And if your teasing before hadn’t done it, the feel of your back pressed to his chest as you had chided him, the feel of your thighs beneath his palms was certainly getting him there, the ache that so frequently accompanied his desire for you, rendering him half-hard. Because of course a touch was all it would take, when he (always) wanted you. 

His cherry cola girl, sweetly radiant and resplendent beneath him. Unfairly resonant of some kind of solar goddess in the lavender-gold hue of early-morning sunlight awash on the creme color of your bedroom walls, splashing along the skin of your now-bared legs, beckoning him to paint you with the reverence you deserved – an eternal piece of art worthy of worship. The very notion of you, heavy in his bones, keeping him grounded whenever he was away, even when he was in the sky.

“I’ll be good, M,” you sighed, gripping Mickey’s wrist with wanting fingers, guiding one of his hands over the top of the hoodie, over the curve of your breast, and allowing his palm to rest along the plane of your throat, pressing a sweet kiss to his fingertips. “I’ll be good if you’ll be mine.”

And who was he to refuse?

And for as many times as you had told Mickey that the was sunshine personified, that his smile was dazzling, that he was the source of light in every room – he could say the same for you, of the sight of the golden light of morning dancing in your eyes, causing them to swim with sunshine and pleasure – with your love for him so naked and plain before him. 

Kneeling between your parted thighs, one hand on your throat, the other squeezing the skin of your hip after he had absconded you of your panties. You brought your legs up to wrap loosely around Mickey’s tapered waist, encouraging him to touch you, with an impatient roll of your hips against the warmth of his thigh just barely within your reach. 

Mickey chuckled at your resulting huff of impatience, conceding with sweet sin. 

Pressing his index and middle fingers past your lips, you accepted them eagerly into your mouth, the warmth of you around any part of him enough to make Mickey close his eyes with a groan. 

“That’s good, baby,” he praised as you gently sucked his fingers, allowing them to work gently in your mouth, satisfied with the feel of your saliva coating his fingers before withdrawing them, rewarding you with a dazzling smile as he took in the glisten of you along the skin of his fingers. “Don’t worry,” he assured, leaning forward to press a kiss to your neck as brought his fingers down to run through the seam of your bared pussy, your spit and the wetness already gathered there allowing him to glide his digits along your folds. 

Your love continued to stroke you, one finger probing closer, closer to your entrance as he lavished attention with piteous lips along your neck, a heady, whiskeyed series of kisses with a chaser in the form of nipping teeth. Plucking and playing you as only he could. 

“M, God,” you gasped, as he finally, finally, slid a long finger inside of you, urging, beckoning, demanding, the heel of his hand pressing against your clit as you continued to roll your hips against it. 

Mickey’s other hand traveled up your side, pushing the hoodie up as he went to bare your tits, a light scrape of nails over a pebbled nipple enough to make you yelp, bucking your hips evermore into the hand that cupped you as he continued to finger you. 

“M, please,” you whined, the pressure building inside you painfully exquisite, but not quite enough, “I w-wanna come with you inside me.”

And who was your love if not merciful? Especially when you begged for him, so pretty? So piteous?

 “Y-yeah,” he breathed, shifting to allow your legs to release his waist so he could shuck his boxers down, his hard length prominent, curved. “Gonna fuck you, pretty girl. My good girl.” 

And his pull over you as you reached down to guide his length between your slick folds was oceanic. You’d do anything he asked, if only he’d just — and with a snap of his hips, a groan, and a pitch forward to bring his hands down by either side of your head, Mickey was seated inside of you, rendering you full. 

The surge of him was like the wax and wane of the tides as he began to roll his hips into yours, thrusting at an even, but weighted, pace – every thrust that much harder, harder, harder…

You turned your head to the side to press a kiss to the wrist of the arm that rested there, bringing your own arms up to greedily drink in the feel of your love, skin on skin. 

And, oh, the firm, defined feel of his chest beneath your fingertips was worth any minute spent dreaming about it instead of touching it – because you could touch him now. 

For his part, Mickey was awash at the feel of you around him, silken and warm, like a bolt of eternally-pleasing velvet only he would wrap himself in. The feel of your lips along his skin, of your touch along his torso, your fingers making their way once more to bury himself in his curls, tightening and tugging at a particularly hard thrust of Mickey’s hips. 

And there you were, a veritable garden blooming beneath him, your soft-petaled heart open and bursting with your love as you moaned for him, the sound like honeyed nectar to Mickey’s ears. 

The feel of Mickey inside of you, of the heavy drag of his cock with each flexing thrust was the sweetest torture, satisfying but not quite enough as you urged him for more with your body. Your hands twined in his curls gave a particularly harsh tug as you surged upward to meet Mickey’s lips, catching his lower with your teeth and giving an insistent, but gentle scrape, the bite of someone starved. 

You were so close, so close… Just a bit more… 

“B-baby,” you gasped, “p-please, Daddy, please…” your whimper escapes your lips, the word meeting Mickey’s ears, two syllables drenched in your desperation, your desire. Syrupy and sinful, from your lips to Mickey’s ears. From Mickey’s ears, down his body, tingling along his skin. Your sweet urges, all for him.

And had you ever used that word with him before? Mickey wasn’t sure (and he was sure that if you had, he would recall it) – but the sound of your sweet, breathy moans, the sound of that word was going to play on a loop in Mickey’s mind, burning into his bones in perpetuity. As ever-present as his desire for you. He was sure of it. 

“Please,” you breathed again, dropping your hands to his sides and allowing your nails to drag along the skin of Mickey’s hips and up his torso, your thighs tightening around his tapered waist, soft, sock-bedecked feet locking in place behind him to pull your beloved closer, closer to you. 

He groaned in your ear, a desperate, jumbled rumble from somewhere deep in his chest as he acquiesced to your pleas, surging, deliberate as he continued to fuck into you.

“Say it again, baby,” he urged, inching a hand down to where your bodies were joined, the promise of his precise touch over your clit, where you needed him most a threat enough to make you weep. He gripped your jaw with his other hand, forcing your eyes to lock with his as the cinching warmth of an impending orgasm began to bleed its way through his veins. “Fuckin’ say it again,” he pleaded. 

And it had clicked, just as Mikey’s fingertips brushed your clit, causing the blush of that tightening coil inside of you to begin to burst – he had liked what you’d spilled from your lips, like the dirtiest secret. 

You gazed at the looming glimmer that looked so like desperation behind your love’s eyes, wild and wanton, parting your lips to give him what he wanted – knowing it would result in him giving you what you wanted. 

“Daddy,” you whined, fucking back onto Mickey’s cock with insistent rolls of your hips, and urging his touch along your clit, “Please make me come.” 

And who was he to refuse? 

As the moon in the sky controls the tides, you beckoned. And Mickey had no choice but to follow, rolling his thumb insistently over your clit as he fucked you, a seafoam wave of staticky pleasure overtaking you as your orgasm crested, thighs squeezing Mickey’s sides as the whole of you tightened around him like a viper. 

Pleasantly warm and venomous, your pleasure bleeding into Mickey’s as the two of you joined. 

And like a venom, your desire had spread, bleeding and burning its way through Mickey’s veins as he continued to roll his hips into yours before he spilled himself inside of you, the feeling of him giving you all of himself until he was spent made you want to pen sonnets – an incomparable feeling of secondhand ecstasy at the knowledge that you had given your love this pleasure.  

With a groan, Mickey extricated himself from you – you truly had wrapped around him like a snake, eyes roving over your blissed-out form to confirm that he hadn’t been too rough with you before allowing himself to settle in by your side…

“Soooo,” Mickey sighed beside you, his breath steadying as he came down from his high, from your collective exertion. “Daddy, huh?” 

You rolled your eyes, swatting his arm playfully with the back of your hand, “Please. As if you didn’t like it.” 

The sheets slipped against your skin as Mickey pulled you – still wearing his (your) hoodie, now pulled back down to cover you once more – across the bed, all liquid limbs and pliant bones, into his arms. Pressing a kiss into the side of your head and retrieving your forgotten coffee cup from the bedside and depositing it once more into your waiting fingers. 

“You liked it too, Cielo,” he noted, snickering at your semi-disgusted face at the dissatisfying sip of now-cold coffee. 

“Well, yeah, Mickey,” you replied, ignoring the offending coffee in favor of the pleasure of his now stroking along your hair, the two of you settling back into the lazy morning as the sunlight along the walls began to blaze orange. “You’re still so fine.” 

“And does it blow your mind?”

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[callsigndragon]

You never asked | Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Summary: Mickey has a secret. He didn't want to hide it. It's just that nobody ever asked.

Pairing: Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x fem!reader

Word count: 976

Warnings: fluff. domestic fluff. and i dont want to say anything more bc spoilers

A/N: So this is probably the beginning of many drabbles... Because i literally fell in love with Mickey Garcia, and I have the power to create all the content i want.

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@purplevortexx this is the first appearance of our latina queen. Her time to shine has come.

Mickey Garcia had a big secret. Well, it wasn't a secret. Nobody had asked him if he was married. And he just didn't share that tiny detail. 

He loved his wife. More than words could ever express. They met in high school, she was the new member of Mickey's D&D club. Well, it wasn't his club. He was just a member, just like her when she joined. Mickey swears that when Y/N walked through the doors of that small, messy basement they used as a club, he knew. 

That was the girl he was going to marry. 

He asked her hand in marriage when his training period in the Naval Academy ended. She said yes. He laughed, she cried. 

Life was good. 

Every time Mickey was deployed, Mickey's grandma, Camila, took care of her. Abuelita Garcia had a room prepared for her nieta (granddaughter) and tried to feed her every time Y/N was a bit sad or missed Mickey. The wizzo loved that his family adored his wife as much as he did. And he also liked how Y/N's cheeks were a bit chubbier whenever he came back from deployment, due to the big amount of tamales that Camila made her eat. 

"Camila wants me to gain weight. She said I'm too thin, and I need to eat more, so I can be a good mom in the future," Y/N told Mickey in one of their FaceTime calls. 

"Amor, she literally told me that every day for the first 18 years of my life" he answered, chuckling at the thought of Camila filling his wife's plate with more tamales. 

"That's where the cute cheeks come from!" 

"I don't have cute cheeks" he whined. 

"Whatever you wanna say, babe" 

-

Mickey had missed his girls a lot during the uranium mission. He didn't want to bring Y/N with him, knowing that he was only going to be there for a few weeks, then he'll be back home. 

But now that the mission is over, and he is staying in this base for a while, he needs to tell the squad that he's married. 

He can imagine Phoenix's face already. 

"So, my dear buddies," says Rooster, setting down his beer. "I think it's time to know more about each other's lives. You know about my life already but… i don't know anything about you" 

"I mean, we only know about your life because this mission was more like a soap opera than a life-threatening experience" Bob jokes, grabbing more peanuts. 

"Bob, you're not as quiet and shy as I thought you'd be," Hangman comments, moving to play his turn at darts. Phoenix is trying to beat him, even though it's virtually impossible. 

"I never said I was. You just saw a guy with glasses and thought that he would be the average quiet kid that sits at the end of the class" the wizzo retorts. 

"Which you totally are," Phoenix affirms. 

"Hey!" 

Mickey smiles, knowing how much Y/N would love to be with these amazing aviators. She is such an amazing woman… Mickey can't wait for the squad to meet her. They keep talking and sharing parts of their lives, and just when it's Fanboy's turn to speak, a little, dark haired baby girl runs into the bar, looking around and trying to find the person she's been missing for weeks.

"DADDY!" the little girl yells, sprinting towards his father, her curls bouncing up and down at every step. 

Fanboy, recognizing the voice of his little girl, kneels down, opening his arms for his princess. Once she's secured in his dad's arms, Mickey gets up, looking at the dumbfounded aviators in front of him. 

"Did she just call you Daddy?" Coyote questions, looking between baby Garcia and Mickey. "You know what, don't answer. You're identical" 

"Yeah, nine months inside me, and she grows up to be her father's spitting image" Y/N says, appearing next to Fanboy. "She missed you so much that we had to come early" 

Mickey looks at his wife and then at his daughter, not surprised to hear that his pequeña princesa (little princess) couldn't wait more to see him. She is daddy's girl. 

"Mi princesa, ¿no pudiste esperar más?" (My princess couldn't wait longer?)

"Daddy, I missed you so much" the little girl pouts, looking at his father with the same big, dark brown eyes she had inherited from him. 

"Cam, amor, ¡sólo tenías que esperar dos días más!" (Cam, love, you only had to wait two more days!) 

"That was too much time," she protests. 

"Pendejo que no piensas saludar a tu abuela o qué" says a woman standing behind Y/N. The very same woman his daughter got her name from. (Idiot, are you not going to say hi to your grandma?)

"Oh my, abuela. I didn't see you there!" Explains Mickey, a bit scared of his grandma's reaction for not hugging her. It doesn't matter how much of a grown man Mickey is. He would always be a bit scared of his grandma. 

"Who are these people, hmm? And why are all of them so skinny! Look at this girl" Camila pinches Phoenix's cheek. "You have to eat more! I have tamales in the car, do you want some?" 

"Jesus, abuelita. Don't do that to my friend" 

"Payback, why aren't you fazed by this?" Hangman's words make the whole Garcia family laugh, just then moving to hug Cam and kiss her chubby cheeks. "I'm the godfather" 

"You mean to tell me that you knew that Fanboy is not only married, but a father, and you never shared any of that information with the rest?" Rooster exposes, feeling really, really betrayed. 

And as if Fanboy and Payback had rehearsed the answer for hours, they both say it at the same time. "You never asked!" 

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[sebsxphia]

the cure for a bad day.

mickey ‘fanboy’ garcia x reader.

￫ description: mickey comes home wound tighter than ever and he’s looking for a sweet release.

￫ word count: 900.

￫ c/w: oral (m!receiving), blowjobs, deep throating, face fucking, praise, kissing and swearing.

￫ a/n: a while back i asked a question, “who would laugh out of pure joy after they got a really good blowjob?” and mickey was the common consensus, so this is the result! this is part of my 3.5K celly here! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

The warmth of Mickey’s dark amber eyes were on you as you ran your hand up and over his shaft, giving it a couple of strokes with your own spit. You watched intently as his own gaze faltered with his eyelashes fluttering open and close. Mickey wanted to hold your gaze because your piercing eyes were drawing him under, but the sight and feel of your plush lips wrapping around his head and sinking further down his shaft, made him throw his head back completely in defeat.

He let out a long and strained groan. It came from deep within his torso, with the stress of today’s training leaving his body with every run of your lips over his cock. He let his body sink deeper into the blissful sensation before picking his head back up and looking down at you. Your eyes flicked back up to him and Mickey let out another grunt, followed by his praise. “Fucking hell, my angel.” He nestled his hands into your hair and gripped onto it tightly to tug on the roots. From the hold he had on you, he was able to guide your mouth rhythmically up and down his cock.

His day was shit, for lack of better word and when you offered to make it better for him, Mickey’s cock twitched beaten his flight suit, too exhausted to change on base. He was already feeling tightly wound and he knew it wasn’t going to take much movement from your slick mouth to bring him close to the edge.

Your hand came up to gently cradle at his balls. You gave them a gentle squeeze and rolled them in the palm of your hand. A gasp, followed by another guttural groan left Mickey’s throat. It always made your cunt clench around nothing at how low and deep Mickey’s moans became in the throws of pleasure.

His hips stuttered at the feeling of your nimble hand and he jerked his hips closer, pushing his painfully hard cock further down your throat. His tip hit the back of your throat and you let out a crude sounding gag in response. “Shit, baby!” Mickey’s head was thrown back again. The feeling was all consuming and he was putty in your hands. Although Mickey’s own hands were still tightly buried in your hair, you were now close enough to his pelvis that you could control your own strokes.

You pushed to the last inch of Mickey’s cock and your nose finally met his dark curls. You spluttered on the size of him and your jaw twinged with the first signs of aching. Through all the throat training you’d gone through, you still hadn’t grown accustomed to his size. However, you remembered to breathe steady through your nose, which was the most important thing Mickey had taught you.

You pushed your mouth over the last remaining inches of his length and he praised you for doing so. “That’s it, good girl.” You let your jaw relax and swallow responsively around him. The collection of saliva in your mouth started to drool out the corners and drip down onto your thighs as you knelt on your living room floor.

“Jesus, my sweet angel. I’m not gon’ hold on much longer, you feel so fuckin’ good.”

The sweet encouragement from Mickey was all you needed to push through a couple of lasting sucks. The head of his cock was hitting the back of your throat and that’s when you felt him twitch in your warm mouth.

“Shit, shit, shit. Baby angel, I’m gon’ come.” Mickey’s chest was rising and falling rapidly with heavy pants. Strangled groans left his mouth repeatedly, followed by your name as you pushed him over the precipice. His hips chased after his own orgasm and he thrusted down your throat further than before.

Mickey was using your mouth to let out his own frustration however he wanted and it made you dizzy. Your cunt clenched around nothing again and you moaned desperately around him. It was muffled, but the vibrations went straight through to Mickey and you could finally taste his salty cum spilling down your throat.

“That’s it, angel. Take it, take my cum. Good girl.” Mickey choked out as he caught up with his own high. You swallowed a handful more times to get his warm spend down you, before pulling off his shaft inch by inch. You came off with a satisfying, ‘pop’ and a trail of spit mixed with his cum connecting from your bottom lip to the head of his softening cock.

His hands un-tangled from your hair and they rested behind his head. He leaned back onto the sofa. Normally, Mickey would follow with a string of praises and ask to pleasure you next, but on this occasion all that met your eyes and ears was Mickey letting out a huff of laughter. His hands came back to cover his face and he followed with another string of belly aching laughter. His release was clearly well needed and you had a prideful smile on your face, all due to the fact that you could reduce your sweet boy to a puddle of pleasure induced laughter.

The giggles subsided and Mickey leant down to cup your warm cheeks in his hands, ducking down to place a soft kiss to your lips. “That felt so good, you have no idea, my sweet angel. Thank you.”

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[thewulf]

Skies of Concern || Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Summary: Request -may i request for top gun maverick with husband!mickey 'fanboy' garcia x civillian maverick's daughter!reader please? when you heard that mav called mickey to join a mission, you kind of mad to your dad cause it is dangerous for mickey (worried)... Read Rest Here

A/N: Eeeeek! This one was fun to write. Super cute and fluffy. Memories are in italics. Hope you enjoy anon!

Pairing: Mickey Fanboy" Garcia x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.6k +

T/W : General TGM warnings

The sun dipped below the horizon casting a warm, golden glow across the tarmac of the Naval Air Station as you waited for the aircraft carrier to arrive back on base. You stood near the water as the anticipation built with each passing minute. You were anxiously awaiting the return of your father, Maverick, and his trusted wingman and your beloved husband, Mickey Garcia.

But even in the middle of the tension and worry that gripped your heart your mind wandered back to a warmer memory. A moment of serendipity that had brought you into the orbit of the charismatic WSO who would later become your husband much to your fathers dismay. Although he eventually came around and loved Mickey as his own son.

It was a balmy evening at the Hard Deck as you waited for your father to return from a training mission. He’d asked you to meet him there against your better judgement. Although you didn’t frequent the bar that often anymore you had sought solace in the familiar surroundings of the bar, the chatter of fellow Navy personnel providing a comforting backdrop to your thoughts. As you nursed a drink at the counter trying to push aside the nagging worry that always accompanied your father's missions, you noticed him.

Mickey Garcia, with his effortless charm and magnetic presence strode into the bar. His flight suit a testament to the adrenaline-fueled world he inhabited. His gaze briefly met yours and in that fleeting moment, something sparked between you—a connection born in the anonymity of the crowded room. You should’ve run far, far away after the smirk grew on the pilot’s face. But you couldn’t. It’s like that one look had you rooted right into the bar stool.

Unbeknownst to Mickey he had just caught the eye of Maverick's daughter. You had planned to keep your identity hidden. More than content to observe from the shadows as he approached with a casual confidence that belied the danger of his profession.

"Hey there," he greeted you. His smile as warm as the fading sunlight outside. "Haven't seen you around here before. I’d remember a pretty face like yours. You can’t be a regular, no?"

His words were laced with genuine curiosity with a playful demeanor drawing you in despite the weight of your worries. Little did you know that chance encounter would set the stage for a journey fraught with danger and adventure but so much love. Oh, so much love.

As Mickey leaned casually against the bar with that signature mischievous twinkle in his eyes you couldn't help but return his flirtatious banter. "Well,” you replied with a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Maybe I like to keep things interesting. You never know when a new face might turn up." He was right. You often avoided the Hard Dec as it was your father and Penny’s spot.

Mickey chuckled. The sweet sound sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. "I like the way you think," he said. His gaze lingering on you with unmistakable interest. "Name's Mickey, by the way. Mickey Garcia." You nodded. You knew that. Hell, you knew most of your dads pilots even if you hadn’t formally met them. But you had to play dumb to keep up your charade.

You extended your hand. A coy smile playing on your lips. "Nice to meet you, Mickey. I'm... just a girl trying to enjoy her night."

His handshake was firm, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Well, just a girl, if you ever need someone to show you around this place… you know who to call," he spoke with a confidence only pilots seemed to have.

Before you could respond to him the familiar sound of your fathers voice cut through the air, drawing your attention to the entrance of the bar. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched your father stride in. He looked to be in one piece. Your concern washed away in an instant. His presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room. When he spotted you chatting with one of his pilots at the bar he made a beeline right to you with a less than thrilled look on his face.

"Hey there, sweetheart," Your dad greeted you. His voice was warm with affection as he pulled you into a quick hug. "You holding up okay?"

You nodded. A small smile tugging at your lips as you leaned into his embrace. "Yeah, Dad," you replied oh so grateful for the familiar strength of his arms around you. "Just glad to see you back in one piece."

But as Pete pulled away his gaze fell on Mickey, and you felt a knot of tension coil in the pit of your stomach. There was a shift in the air. A subtle change in your dads demeanor that set your heart racing with apprehension.

"Fanboy," Maverick spoke with an icy tone as he turned his attention to the charming pilot beside you. "Fancy seeing you here."

Mickey's easy grin faltered and was replaced by a look of uncertainty as he met Maverick's gaze. "Hey, Maverick," he replied. His voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. "Didn't expect to run into you here. You’re not usually here after missions."

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence between them. The air thick with unspoken tension as Maverick's gaze bore into Mickey with an intensity that made you squirm in your barstool. Finally, Pete spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "No funny business with my daughter, Garcia," he said. His words a thinly veiled warning. "Or you'll answer to me."

Mickey swallowed hard. The weight of Maverick's stare bearing down on him like a leaden weight. "Yes, sir," he replied. His voice was barely above a whisper as he nodded in silent acquiescence.

And as Maverick turned away with his arm slipping around your shoulders in a protective gesture. You couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead for you with Mickey. The chemistry between the two of you was something you’d never experienced before. There had to be something more. You felt caught between the love of a father and the allure of the skies.

It had been years since that fateful meeting at the Hard Deck, years filled with adventure, love, and the occasional heart-stopping moment as you watched your husband and father take to the skies together. But through it all you had remained steadfast in your support for both of them.

As you stood there the memories of that first encounter with Mickey came flooding back. A bittersweet reminder of how far you had come since that chance meeting. Now, as you awaited their return, your heart swelled with a mixture of pride and worry. You knew all too well the dangers that lurked beyond the clouds. But despite the nagging fear that gnawed at your insides you refused to let it consume you. You had learned to trust in Mickey's skill and your dads experience.

Your thoughts then took to earlier on in the week when you father broke the news he was taking your now husband with him to go fly a mission in Russia. He couldn’t tell you the details, but you knew it was going to be risky. Anything overseas always was. A pit formed in your stomach at the thought of the two most important guys in your life putting their lives in danger once again.

Unable to contain your fears any longer you turned to your father with a pleading look in your eyes. "Dad, you can't do this," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "You can't take Mickey on this mission. It's too dangerous dad!"

Maverick's expression hardened. His jaw tightening as he met your gaze with a steely resolve. "I have to, sweetheart," he replied with a sorrowful look as his voice firm but tinged with regret. "We're the best chance they've got and Mickey's one of the best damn WSO’s I know."

You shook your head. The frustration and fear bubbling up inside you like a tempest ready to burst. "But it's not fair," you cried out as the words tumbled out in a rush. "Both of you don’t need to go. How about just you? Or him? Not both of you! I can't take it dad. Please" You knew the pleading would likely fall on deaf ears, but you had to try.

Your voice cracked with emotion. Tears welling up in your eyes as the weight of your fear threatened to crush you. You had spent countless nights lying awake dreading this exact moment when the call would come. One that summoned your father and husband into the heart of danger once again but farther away than you thought possible.

This time felt different, the stakes higher than ever before. And as you stood there with anger and despair boiling over inside you, you knew that you couldn't bear the thought of losing them both, not now, not ever.

Maverick's expression softened. A rare flicker of sympathy crossing his features as he reached out to pull you into a comforting embrace. "I know, sweetheart," he murmured. His voice gentle against your ear. "But we have a job to do, and we'll come back to you, I promise."

You clung to him like a scared five-year-old but you really couldn’t care. You were terrified. The weight of his words offering a sliver of solace amidst the storm of uncertainty you prayed with all your heart that his promise would hold true. That both your father and husband would return to you unscathed once more.

The anticipation was palpable as you stood on the base. Your eyes fixed on the horizon where the carrier would soon appear. It had been over a week since you last saw your husband, and your father depart on their mission. Each moment of their absence had felt like an eternity.

But now as the massive silhouette of the carrier emerged from the vast expanse of the ocean your heart leaped with relief. They were back. They were safe. You knew it because you hadn't received that dreaded call. The one that brought news of tragedy and loss. Still, despite the reassurance a knot of anxiety tightened in your stomach as you waited for them to disembark. You couldn't shake the lingering worry, the fear of the unknown that had plagued you since the moment they left.

And then, finally, the gangplank descended, and a surge of relief washed over you as you caught sight of familiar figures making their way down onto the dock. Your heart raced as you scanned the crowd searching for the faces you longed to see.

And there they were.

Your father emerged first with his iconic aviator shades shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun. Beside him, Mickey walked with a confident stride. His tattered flight suit a testament to the adventure they had just returned from.

Without a second thought you rushed forward ignoring the protests from the officers guarding the walkway. Your heart pounded with a mixture of joy and apprehension. They were here. They were safe. But still you needed to see them with your own eyes. To feel the reassuring warmth of their embrace. His embrace. Your husband and beloved.

Without hesitation you rushed forward to you husband. Your arms outstretched as you leaped into his embrace wrapping your legs around his waist. "Babe!" you exclaimed while happily peppering his cheeks with kisses. "Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you? I missed you so much! Don’t go for that long again, please." Your eyes scanned his frame for any sign of distress.

Mickey laughed while wrapping his arms tightly around you and returning your kisses with equal fervor. "I'm fine, honey," he reassured you, his voice filled with affection. "Not a scratch on me. I missed you more than you know pretty lady." He gave you a squeeze as he held you in his arms as the both of you ignored the bewildered captain beside you.

Your attention wholly focused on the man holding you in his strong arms. But when you finally pulled back you couldn't help but notice the grin spreading across your fathers face as he watched the reunion between his daughter and son-in-law.

"Looks like someone's glad to see her husband and not so much her old man," he remarked with amusement twinkling in his eyes.

You flushed with embarrassment realizing you had been so caught up in your reunion with Mickey that you had all but forgotten all about your father. But as you glanced back at him you found nothing but warmth and understanding in his expression.

"Sorry, Dad," you said sheepishly. "I was just... really glad to see Mickey. It’s good to see you too." As you attempted to slip down from Mickey's hold expecting to stand on your own feet again, you felt him tighten his grip around you. He wasn't willing to let you go just yet and a warm sense of contentment washed over you as you remained enveloped in his embrace.

Maverick chuckled. His eyes had a knowing amusement in them as he watched the scene unfold. "I can see that," he replied. His voice tinged with pride. "I see I’ve officially been replaced."

You grinned with your cheeks flushing with affectionate embarrassment at your father's teasing remark. "Well, Dad," you spoke playfully jabbing his shoulder from Mickey’s hold. "I think there's enough love to go around for both of you."

Pete laughed. "I suppose so," His voice filled with warmth as he spoke. "Just don't forget who taught him everything he knows."

You smiled, feeling a rush of gratitude for the two most important men in your life. "I could never forget.”

As Maverick chuckled, shaking his head, and walked away he left just the two of you there to continue on. Mickey still held you close in his arms. His embrace filled with a longing that mirrored your own. With Pete out of sight he seemed to pull you even closer. His touch igniting that usual fire within you.

Feeling his warmth enveloping you, you melted into his embrace. Your body fitting perfectly against his. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss. A silent declaration of his desire and his longing for you. The kiss deepened becoming more passionate as if he couldn't get enough of you after being apart for too long.

When he finally pulled back his breath came out in ragged gasps. He pressed his forehead against yours with eyes dark full of desire. "God, I missed you," he murmured. His voice husky with emotion. A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as he winked suggestively. His lips curling into a playful grin. And as you stood there wrapped in his embrace surrounded by the sights, and sounds of the base, you knew that the reunion you had been longing for was just beginning.

With a shared smirk Mickey held you a as tight as he could without squeezing you completely. His gaze was filled with promises of the passion to come. "Let's get out of here my love," he whispered. His voice low and intimate. "I want to show you just how much I missed you." The earned a giggle out of you as you knew he meant business when it came to that look.

And with that he carried you effortlessly towards your car. Each step filled with anticipation and desire. With a thrill of excitement coursing through you, you knew that the night ahead held endless possibilities. And you couldn't wait to explore them all with the man you loved.

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[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Come Here - Fanboy

Pairing: Fanboy / AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 0.4k

Warnings: Periods, Cramps, Reader has a period, No Descriptions or Use of Y/N, Second Person POV ("You")

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: You have your period. Fanboy takes care of you.

Master List

It wasn’t like you meant to get so emotional when you were on your period.

But shit just happened, okay?

That commercial with the dog whining for attention at the door? Tears. Someone simply saying the word ‘orphan’ aloud? Tears. A nostalgic song plays on the radio? Tears. Dropping a cookie that you literally just baked because you were craving something sweet? Tears. Absolute tears.

You knew that it was irrational and the number of times that you had been shamed by family members or friends or significant others for it was too high to count. But you couldn’t help it. The tears just came out and there was nothing that you could do to stop them. All you could do was apologize for them in the first place and excuse yourself from the situation.

But Mickey never let you apologize for them. He told you to just let it out.

It wasn’t embarrassing. It wasn’t irrational. It wasn’t dramatic or attention-seeking. It was just something that happened because your hormones were out of whack and you were in a lot of pain. There was nothing to apologize about.

And so, when Mickey returned home to find you sniffling in front of the TV, he immediately dropped his bag and made his way over to you.

“Hey, baby,” he called, dropping down beside you and gathering you in his arms. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you sniffled, burying your face in his neck.

“Okay,” he replied, not pushing the topic. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he hugged you tighter to his chest. Slowly rubbing circles into your lower back, he rested his head on top of your own. “How are your cramps today?”

“I’ve felt better,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“I’ll get you your heating pad,” Mickey offered softly, already knowing the drill. “Do you need anything else? Water or anything?”

“Can you bring me one of the cookies on the counter? Or maybe two?” you asked softly.

“Coming right up.”

Mickey returned a few moments later with your heating pad and two cookies. The two of you snuggled up together on the couch and watched reruns on TV. Mickey felt you tense and curl up as another sharp cramp hit, causing a light whimper to escape your lips. Pressing a kiss to your shoulder, Mickey rubbed his hand up and down your side to try and soothe you.

“Do you need anything else?” he asked when he felt you relax as the cramp faded.

“No, I’m okay,” you mumbled, rolling over so that you could bury your face into his chest. Snuggling into his body warmth, you managed a small smile. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Fanboy assured you softly, pressing a kiss to your head.

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[foreverrandomwritings]

M! Congratulations again!!

It’s a celly without some romantic Fanboy, is it? [SHELTER ]  for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public(jealousy) and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay (soft and sweet).

Opposites Attract

Summary: Pushing through your anxiety you decide to finally join your husband Mickey at a squad cookout. Will your anxiety cause you to back out? Will your husbands comfort soothe your worries?

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x afab!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, depression and tooth rooting fluff.

Word count: 1666

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

You and Mickey had been married for 10 years now. But together for 15 in total, high school sweethearts as they call it. No one understood how your relationship worked. Where he was extroverted you were introverted. Where he was a big ball of sunshine you were a black void of grump. Him an optimist and you a pessimist. You would simply tell them that opposites attract. 

Though you weren’t truly that opposite of each other. You both craved physical touch and words of affirmation. You were both huge fans of common things. You had actually met him while doing a play together in high school. Both of you being stage hands as stage fright was something you had in common. You bonded quickly and had been inseparable ever since. 

You went to college while he went to the academy. You got a masters degree in creative writing and a bachelor’s in criminology. That led you to where you were currently job wise as a mystery thriller fiction author. You were the proud author of a whole ongoing series. It was also easy for you to write and move along with him as he got stationed at different locations. 

Fanboy had supported you through college and through your journey of writing the best that he could. You in turn supported him through the academy and through all the different deployments he went through. You had however found yourself staying in your own company most of the time. Having struggled with anxiety and depression your whole life meeting new people was something you tried not to do often. 

Mickey respected that decision and never pressured you to go out of your comfort zone. He always made sure to spend plenty of time with you. You would often have movie nights cuddled up together on your couch under a big fluffy blanket. You’d binge series while eating your weight in junk food. Puzzles, reading books, legos, board games and relaxing in blanket forts while whispering sweet words to each other were many other things you did together. 

While he never pressured you to meet any of his coworkers you knew deep down he wanted you to be a part of that life. You had met Payback, his wife and kids already. You’d do weekly dinners with the family. That made your husband ecstatic but you knew he craved more. 

So when he mentioned a cookout that Maverick was planning you figured that would be your chance to meet everyone. Much to his surprise you said you’d go with him. He reassured you many times before the event that you didn’t have to go if you didn’t want to. He made sure you knew that he was perfectly fine staying inside binging Criminal Minds with you until the wee hours of the morning. But you insisted that you were finally ready to meet everyone.

Your anxiety leading up to the day wasn’t as terrible as you’d expected it to be. But the day of all the anxiety seemed to hit you like a hurricane. Wave after wave after wave coursed through you as the hours ticked by. You had changed your outfit about a million times before Mickey finally stopped you and chose an outfit for you. The outfit was simple and similar to his outfit; jeans, a graphic t (matching his) and an old worn pair of vans. 

You had made two batches of brownies and two pitchers of sweet tea for the cookout. Though you were assured by your ever caring husband that it wasn't necessary at all. You got gathered into his car making sure you had everything you needed. 

“Hold on cariña.” Mickey called out as you reached your door. You looked at him expectantly and were pleasantly surprised when he brought you into his arms. He wrapped them around you and squeezed you against him. He knew that pressure could sometimes help relieve some of your anxiety. 

“You’re gonna do great. You are strong and brave, kind and thoughtful. You are in control of what happens. If you want to leave we will leave just give me the word.” He told you before giving your head a kiss. You squeezed him back as you took a deep breath, your nose filling with his scent, tajin from the candy he had eaten earlier and aftershave. 

“I’ll make sure to let you know if I want to leave Mick.” You told him in reply. That seemed to ease some of the worry he had because he let go and gave you another peck on your forehead. Opening your door for you he ushered you into the car. Then he was rounding the hood and getting into the driver's seat. He held your hand the whole way there, letting you get lost in thoughts as you stared out the window. 

Pulling up to the house you let out a shaky breath squeezing his hand. You both climbed out of the car. You grabbed the container with the brownies in it and Mickey grabbed the jugs of sweet tea. He gave you one last kiss on the head before you were both walking up the driveway to the backyard. You heard the group way before you saw them. There was splashing in the pool from the kids and chatter from the adults.

“We don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.” Mickey reassured you once again. You would never get sick of the way he cared for you. He was the steady land around your unsteady volcano. You gave him a smile you hoped was convincing but by the look he gave you, you figured it wasn’t. 

“I’m ready to meet everyone, Legro.” You replied, before you were pushing the gate open and entering the backyard. You heard a shout of your name and looked to see Payback's wife heading towards you. 

“Are those your brownies I see in there?” She asked you as she peered into the container in your hands. 

“Don’t worry Denise, I got you a batch to take home in the car.” You whispered to her, she gave you a mischievous look in return. 

“I knew I liked you for a reason.” She said simply before greeting your husband. They talked for a brief moment before she was called away by Tina, their youngest and only daughter. 

“Let’s go meet everyone.” Mickey said to you as he nodded in the direction of the crowd. Your feet answered for you as they moved across the lawn. Mickey was close behind you, catching up in one quick step. You were determined to get the awkward first greeting out of the way quickly even as your hands shook. 

“This is my wife.” Mickey said as he introduced you to the group. All eyes on you as you stared at the container in your hands. 

“Let me take that from you.” Mav said quickly moving towards you to grab the brownies out of your hands. Then Rooster was grabbing the jugs of tea from Mickey. With nothing to look at but your bare hands you trailed your eyes up to the group. 

“Hi.” You said barely above a whisper as you stepped closer to your husband. You leaned into his side as he brought an arm around your shoulder. The awkward side hug was enough to calm your nerves. They all went around the table quickly introducing themselves and greeting you. 

The night was running smoothly after that. You stuck by Mickey's side talking to people occasionally. At one point Phoenix asked you what you did for work and your shell loosened as you talked about the new book you were writing for your series. Bob perked up at that and had said he had actually read your whole series almost 5 times over. But then he got confused because he hadn’t realized you were the author. You explained that you used your middle name and maiden name as a pseudonym. 

Mickey had gone to get a drink and got caught up in a conversation with Hangman when you suddenly needed to go to the bathroom. You looked around but didn’t see Denise or Payback anywhere figuring they were off with one or all of the kids somewhere. Not wanting to interrupt your husband, you decided to go and find the bathroom yourself. After knocking on and opening almost every door you finally found the bathroom. 

You made quick work of going before washing your hands and drying them off. As you opened the door you ran straight into someone. You let out a grunt as you stumbled back a step. Anxiety suddenly running through your body at the thought of having run into someone. But the grip on your arms soothed you back down before you could erupt. You recognized the hands instantly. Looking up, your eyes connected to a set of worried chestnut brown ones. 

“I couldn’t find you outside. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He said as he scanned over you, hands still on your arms. 

“I’m alright Mick, I just had to go to the bathroom real quick. Didn’t want to disturb anyone so I just kinda wandered around for a moment.” You told him as you reached up to wrap a hand around his wrist squeezing lightly. 

“Let’s get back out there then cariña. They just announced dessert and I don’t want everyone to eat your brownies before I get some.” You laughed at him as he gave you a goofy smile. Then you were walking hand in hand back to the gathering. Mickey made sure to grab a plate full of brownies glaring at Rooster when he protested the unfairness of it. He gave you a sweet kiss as he sat back beside you and handed you a glass of sweet tea. You decided then that maybe his found family wasn’t so bad and you might just want to spend more time with them in the future.

Translations:(Google so don't come for me if they are wrong.)

Cariña- Honey

Legro- Light

A/N: Thank you for this request T. I love writing for my husband. That gif of him makes my head swim.

Tags(open): @wkndwlff & @sylviebell

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[thedaredevilsgirl]

Fanboy not having enough of you

A/N: my first headcanon for Top Gun: Maverick and of course it had to be for my favorite boy Fanboy, hope you like it. And with this headcanon I declare open the requets for the Top Gun characters.

Smut under the cut

Mickey had returned from his most recent mission the day before.

He is all hugs and cuddles and long kisses when he finally finds you again.

He won't hesitate to put you to bed and love you for the rest of the night.

But even though he has spent hours and hours showing how much he missed you, as soon as he wakes up the next morning and sees you in the kitchen wearing only his shirt he knows still hasn't had enough.

"I'm trying to make breakfast" you would say between sighs as he wraps his strong arms around your waist and would leave a kiss over the fresh mark he had left on your neck.

"We can leave the meal for later" his voice still husky from sleep sent a shiver down your body "Right now I just need you."

He slides his hand over your body as he lightly climbs up that shirt and finally touches you, almost groaning with happiness at discovering that you weren't wearing anything else underneath.

First he would make you cum on his fingers, sliding the wetness from your entrance to the clit, the first loud moan coming out of your lips as he makes slow circular motions before moving down to your entrance again and penetrating two of his long fingers hitting that spot inside you that made your eyes roll.

After the first orgasm he would have you sit down on the kitchen table and fall on his knees to taste you again, savoring every little second as if you were in front of the best of banquets.

You thanked heaven that he had let your hair grow out, because now you could pull those beautiful curls while he devoured you, and by the way Mickey moaned against your pussy he loved it.

Mickey barely waits for you to come down from your second orgasm to get up off the floor and finally enter you.

He couldn't even tell how many times had done this, but he could swear that it was always better.

He grabs your face and leaves a long kiss on your lips as increases the speed of his thrusts more and more.

"Always taking me so well Princesita" he says the last word in sapanish knowing exactly what reaction you would get.

"Mickey, please" you would plead as he moves his thumb down to your clit again.

"You're dying to cum around me aren't you Princesa?" he teases but you were so drunk with desire you can't even answer just nod positively.

"Yes?" You nod again "Then come to me mi amor, come to me."

Trembling sighs leave you both as the orgasm finally hits you and him.

"I guess we had enough this time?" You ask laughing with a silly smile on your lips.

"No, we're going to need much, much more."

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[ohtobeleah]

Hi Leah, I have a request for Fanboy. Would really love it if you could do something with like a bartender reader and Fanboy. Maybe the readers a little hard to get and he just doesn’t know how to get the girl.

Hyde // Mickey Garcia

Collecting the empty glasses, you casually and cautiously maneuvered your way around absentminded bodies that paid no mind to you floating around the Hard Deck. It was honest work that you enjoyed most nights, but on special nights like Wing Wednesday or two for one Fridays you loathed the business of the Hard Deck. No one ever did pay much mind to you—at this point you’d become furniture.

“Hey Hyde!” Except there was always one particular Naval Aviator who seemed to have a casual eye on you. Always watching as you worked your shifts behind the bar, always smiling that glowing grin whenever you caught his gaze. Always striking up a conversation whenever he was given the chance to. “Didn’t think you worked Wednesdays?” Mickey asked as you reached over his shoulder from behind to grab the empty bottle sitting on the bar table in front of him. It would have been easier to just reach around—but that meant you wouldn’t have been able to brush your forearm against the junction of his neck and shoulder. Sending a shiver down his spine at your passing touch.

“I don’t normally, but I’m filling in for Penny, Mav wanted to take her out for dinner.” You honestly couldn’t tell what you and Mickey Fanboy Garcia were, there was definitely something blooming though. He’d had his eye on you for a while now, as had you. He stood out from the crowd from the first time he’d come up to you at the bar, making a damn fool out of himself as he tried to order from the special board.

“What can I get you?” You asked as casually as you would have asked any paying patron. Fanboy wasn’t expecting anyone besides Penny to be behind the bar.

“Uhh—“ Mickey idled. Stunned, he’d forgotten what he’d even come up to the bar for. “Hi—I uh.”

“How about I circle back?” You smiled, chuckling softly as you shook your head and went over to the man who was also waiting for you to take his order.

“That’s Hyde.” It had been Rooster's voice that snapped Fanboy out of the trance he’d fallen into, watching as you made the man’s order. A White Russian. “As in Jekyll and Hyde.”

“Who’s Jekyll?” Mickey replied as his eyes never left you, he watched you work through love struck eyes as you sauntered around the bar with a gorgeous smile. Leaning on the bar with his forearms resting on the lip.

“Hyde’s Jekyll.” Rooster tried to explain the best he could without spilling your life story, it wasn’t his to tell. “She’s a little bit of a wild card Fanboy, if you’re gonna go for it just hold on for dear life.”

“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.” You made your way back over to where you’d left the mute Aviator. “You need to shave that god awful ferret off your upper lip.” Taunting the man you’d known since his childhood, you already knew what he wanted. “The usual?”

“Sure thing Hyde, and I’ll get whatever Fanboy here is having.” Rooster slapped Mickey's shoulder, focusing him to speak up.

“Just a rum and coke please.”

“Couldn’t remember such a simple order before? Fanboy?”

“I was too distracted—“ Mickey smiled as you looked up at him as you popped the top off Rooster Budweiser.

“Oh yeah?” You coaxed the rest from Mickey as you slid Rooster his beer, unintentionally leaning forward across the bar to get a little closer to Mickey, he could see the valley in f your chest through your shirt. His eyes only dipped for a second as he felt himself start to heat up. “By what Flyboy?”

“Your hair, s’pretty.” Bradley Bradshaw had never laughed harder in his life, he took his beer and left Mickey stranded at the bar. He could climb himself out of the hole he’d fallen into.

“I still don’t understand why you call them Penny and Mav.” Mickey crooned his neck your way as you stood behind him, looking over his shoulder and slightly up at you. His lips were so close to yours you could ever so easily just lean down a little and give him a quick peck. “Why not just mum and dad?”

“Everyone calls Penny and Mav, Penny and Mav, Flyboy.” You smirked, biting your bottom lip as you spun around, now standing in front of him to collect the rest of the empty beer bottles and glasses. Holding the tray up on your shoulder. “Besides, I still hardly know Mav—dad just doesn’t sound right.”

You were Penny Benjamin’s oldest daughter. Her teenage love child with the man who had her heart on a string, Pete Maverick Mitchell. There was never any expectation for Mav to stick around after Penny had found out she was pregnant, after all he was government property. You’d remembered a few weekends here and there, remembered spending Saturday nights and Sunday mornings at the Bradshaw household. But Mav wasn’t all that fatherly and as fate would have it they would find their way back together after years apart.

“Guess you’re right, it still sounds weird coming from your pretty lips though.” Mickey beamed as he watched you try and hide a smirk at his compliment. “You uh, you busy Friday night?” Mickey had tried a handful of times now to get you to go out on a date with him, god he’d give anything up for just one date with you—having fallen over his two left feet the first time he saw you behind the bar. “Because if you’re not? Do you maybe wanna—“ Before Mickey could finish asking you out, Hangman was swooping in, placing his empty on the tray you held as he sent you his signature thousand-watt grin.

“Jekyll, you look awfully casual this evening?”

“Yeah well, it’s peak season for walking military propaganda, you flyboys keep me run off my feet so much I get my damn steps in before I’ve even had a chance to take a five minute smoke break.” You had given up on the work attire. Settling for some blue jean shorts and a black T-shirt haphazardly tucked in at the front. What was your mum gonna do? Sack you?

“You should really give those things up Hyde—“ Jake teased as he licked his bottom lip, it made Mickey's heart drop into his stomach at the thought of losing out to Hangman. He could have any girl he wanted that walked into the Hard Deck, why did he have to have eyes for you too? “Shit’ll kill ya and we don’t want that now do we?”

“People who spend their lives running from death are already dead Hangman.” You were quick to reply, sending Fanboy a gentle smile as your eyes never left his. You could have sworn your heart did a leap in your chest when you saw the rosé colour creep across his cheeks. “Besides, I’m trying, I haven't had a square in three days.”

“Atta girl, I’ll get three more beers and a lemonade for Floyd when you’ve got a chance.”

“Tip me twenty and I’ll put that lemonade in a sippy cup.”

“You think I’m made of money or something?” Although Jake scoffed at your response, he was fishing out his wallet, pulling out a twenty dollar bill and slamming it into your open palm. As you observed the crumpled twenty, you nodded—still standing by your opinion.

“I pay my taxes just so you guys can fly around in your multi million dollar fighter jets, absolutely I do.”

“We’re all just slaves to uncle sam darlin.” Jake winked before he was letting you and Mickey get back to the conversation he had so purposefully interrupted, giving Fanboy a chance to rethink his initial date proposal.

“I uh—I can’t remember what we were even talking about before Hangman came over.” Fanboy grew nervous under the pressure of your gaze, rubbing the back of his neck as he nervously let out a soft chuckle.

“I think you were asking me out on a date.” You reminded the aviator who wore a stunned expression at your forwardness. He’d tried three times already to ask you out on a date and all three times you’d either turned him down ever so politely or asked him to ask you again another day. Today must have been that day. “You were asking me out on a date, Mickey, Friday night?”

“I’d really like to take you out Y/n.” It wasn’t often people used your actual name but it made your heart skip a beat as Mickey stood from his seat, following you back to the bar. “Take you out, just you and me?”

“What did you have in mind Mick?” You asked as you placed the empty glasses in the sink. Mickey could watch you work all day if you’d let him. “Because I’m not going to some fancy restaurant that costs a million bucks.”

“Burgers by the beach? Couple of beers, maybe some caramel slices if you're lucky.” Mickey had never been a ladies man—hell, he wasn’t even sure how he’d gotten this far with you. But when you smiled at him like he’d finally cracked the code, he couldn’t help but wonder how you’d sound screaming his name.

“Sounds like a pretty good idea.” You cooed. Giving all of Mickey your utmost attention. “Maybe I’ll even consider it this time.” You teased the aviator who was just about to lose his mind at your hard to get facade. “If you’re lucky.”

“Hyde.” Mickey fought off the urge to jump over the bar and kiss you right then and there. “I’ll just ask you every day until you say yes.” He was serious, you knew that much. Challenging Mickey as you leaned over the bar and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. He was hot, so hot you could feel the heat against his cheeks.

“Oh I’m counting on it, Flyboy.”

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[averagewriter-inthedark]

On The Floor | Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia headcanon

TGM masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no

Dancing with Mickey would look like:

Y’all are the life of the party the second the music starts blasting. Mickey’s already got his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you to him and giving you that goofy smile you love.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a wedding reception, crowded bar, or a military ball. You and Mickey are having an absolute blast on the floor and tearing it up like it’s a life or death mission.

Merengue. Bachata. Salsa. Cumbia. You guys know how to get the crowd hollering. Mickey spins you around to the point you lose your breath or in a fit of giggles. Lifting you up. Dipping you dramatically. He’s all suave when it comes to dancing with you and you love every minute of it.

Jake and the guys are watching, sometimes tying to copy y’all’s moves with their partners or even cutting in to steal you away from him. Phoenix loves when she gets the chance to dance with you two, sometimes Mickey will spin both of you at the same time. The guys will tease, “no fair he’s got both of them now!”

Mickey’s favorite is to dance bachata because he gets to hold you close, feel your hips against his. Yours is merengue because of how up beat it is and really makes you break a sweat. And all you can think about if that video of Cardi B yelling “who knows how to dance merengue!” People better clear the floor the moment you hear the beginning notes of “La Vaca”

Oh and if ‘Gasolina’ starts playing…it’s over. Both you and Mickey are dropping whatever is in your hands and running. Literally one time you both were talking to Bradley when the first note hit the speakers and y’all were gone in the blink of an eye, leaving the poor guy speechless.

of course you guys will just jump up and down like complete fools in your own little world while belting the lyrics at the top of your lungs. “Tenemo' tú y yo algo pendiente. Tú me debes algo y lo sabe'. Conmigo ella se pierde. No le rinde cuentas a nadie!”

“WE AT THE HOTEL, MOTEL, HOLIDAY INN!!”

“AND WE DANCED ALL NIGHT TO THE BEST SONG EVER! WE KNEW EVERY LINE NOW WE CAN’T REMEMBER!”

Whenever you go out you always make sure to wear proper dance shoes because you know you’re gonna be on the floor. Although you will be the type to dance barefoot. Even if it means dancing till the crack of dawn.

At home y’all can’t have music playing while cleaning or cooking. Why? Because you’ll be distracted immediately. It’ll start with a shimmy of the shoulders and maybe a two step in place movement. But eventually it always progresses to Mickey leading you in some dance routine y’all love to do. “Mickey, we have to clean! The team is gonna be here in two hours!” “Just one song, amor, then we’ll be productive.”

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[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Hello, it's me again 🥰 Can i request a fluff prompt 9, with Fanboy?

Hi, Lea! Thanks for submitting a second request for my 100 follower celebration! We absolutely needed more fuzzy, fluffy sweet Mickey fics, and I hope you like this one! Without further ado, here is my take on "I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you" with Mickey Garcia!🥰🥰🥰

Mi Reina, Mi Vida

You and your family live about three hours outside of Disney California Adventure. So, of course, you've been to the amusement park at least once a year since your children were born. The first times you went with your family were ostensibly for each of your children's first birthdays. All the remaining were for the man you married. Even the kids knew those trips were for their dad. He absolutely adored riding all the rides, happily taking each of your kids on each as many times as they wanted. And he was just the biggest, most adorable nerd, too.

But neither of you have ever attempted to go without the kids. So when it came time to plan your fifth anniversary present to your husband, you thought immediately of the place that gave him so much joy. You honestly couldn't think of a more fun trip for him and his friends. You love Disney. Let's not get you wrong. It's just that after yearly trips with the kids, it takes a bit to make you as excited as Mickey was. You figured that you could definitely convince Reuben, Jake, and Bradley to join him.

But while that's what the men will be doing the weekend after your anniversary, you have special kid-free plans of your own with your husband. And that starts with you making reservations at the restaurant where Mickey had proposed to you. That sorted, you usher all your kids into their Uncle Reuben's tender loving care and walk right into the shower. Mickey gets home as you're shaving your legs while your conditioner soaks into your hair.

"Reina, are you here?" His voice never fails to make you smile.

"I'm in the shower, Miguel!" Your own voice is sweet even while you're using his full name. You hear his heavy footsteps as he tramps through your bedroom to stand in the bathroom door.

"Reina, look at you!" His voice is a purring growl even as his eyes rake hungrily over your bare form.

"Mickey! I'm just shaving my legs. You've seen it a million times before. And it was how we made Maria if I remember correctly." You're giggling at the hungry look on his face as you sit back down on the edge of the tub and rinse your legs off. The clink of his belt buckle as he sheds his uniform is the only warning you have before he joins you under the shower.

You can't help melting into the strong arms that have held you and each of your children with so much love and care. You can't afford to stay there for very long, though, so you turn in his arms, pressing a kiss into Mickey's collarbone while he massages the conditioner out of your hair. You press a kiss to his mouth before pulling away and wrapping a towel around yourself.

"Reina, where are you going?" He sounds so petulant at losing the feeling of your skin on his.

"We have dinner reservations, Miguel!" You're not even trying to hide your smile at his tone, a tone which your youngest two, his mini-mes, copy with impunity.

"We can't miss the reservation?" You finish towel drying your hair as you hear the clatter of the soap bottles in the shower as he starts to suds up.

"No, darling, we can't. Unless you want me to cancel the reservation at Marisco's for no reason." His answering groan makes you giggle. "Alicia promised to reserve a good table for us."

"I'll be out in five, mi vida." You love your husband. Have you mentioned that yet?

Sure enough, he's out of the shower before you've even finished curling your hair. He presses a kiss against your shoulder before walking over to the bed and roughly drying off. You grin at Mickey in the mirror while he dresses, trying not to get sidetracked by his ass, thighs, arms or abs as he covers each in fabric.

He takes his time, ensuring each garment lays just right against his skin. He's going to look perfectly delicious in the Navy blue suit and bright white shirt you'd laid out. And those clothes will look even better on the floor once you both get home.

You finish getting dressed while avoiding Mickey's wandering hands. Mickey is why you've never felt self-conscious about your changing body after giving birth to three children. He's always looked at you like you are the most beautiful woman in the world. And you feel like it right now, too, wearing a navy dress to match Mickey's suit. You keep your jewelry simple, accessorizing with the diamond earrings and necklace set he bought you for your first anniversary and your wedding and engagement rings. The final part of your outfit is your heels, which Mickey does the straps for before he twirls you around for a kiss that you don't have to stand on tip-toes for.

You slip your phone and your present into your clutch and grin when Mickey helps you into the car. Marisco's is just as you remember it, beautiful and quiet. This is decidedly not a restaurant where one would bring a 4 year old and 14 month old twins. Everything is delicious as well. You wait to pull your gift out until after you've eaten your entrées.

"Happy Anniversary, Miguel Garcia. I love you. Thank you for every day where you've made me incandescently happy and thank you for the three babies you gave me."

His eyes are glistening in the candlelight as he carefully slits the envelope open. You can see his mouth part as he looks at the four tickets and all the special passes you'd bundled together for the day.

"Reina," You're surprised to hear the hitch in his voice as he starts to speak. "I love you doesn’t begin to express what I feel for you. How did you plan all of this? And what about the babies? I can't leave you alone with them."

"Mickey, who said I was going to be alone? Tasha and Abby are coming over. And I'm sure if I beg, Soph will join us too. This is just for you, Jake, Reuben and Bradley. You deserve the chance to run around the park and have fun, too." Your smile is fond as you take your husband's hand, playing with his wedding band. "Run free and be a fanboy, my love."

Just as Mickey presses a kiss to your knuckles, the band begins to play and you find yourself whisked out onto the dance floor. Dancing with Mickey is what made you fall in love with him. He'd pulled you out of your head and kept you laughing until you forgot to feel self conscious about how your body looked as you did the moves. Tonight is no different. You have a blast pulling out your rusty salsa moves, and you have just as much fun laying your head against his broad chest as you sway to a slower beat. The two of you dance for about an hour before Mickey pays and takes you home.

It's odd hearing the house so silent and to not have the baby monitor on as you both get ready for bed. But all those feelings fade the minute you're curled up to your husband and getting the breath kissed from your lungs. Tonight's going to be a Happy Anniversary, indeed. You're just glad you got a birth control implant after the twins. Otherwise, you're sure baby Garcia number four would have been in the making.

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[edensbuttercups]

Back by [redacted] demand and because I'm living through The Horrors™ id like to request yet another Fanboy fic if that's okay!

It would be #41 "you need to get some sleep" (please double check).

Thank you and I love you 🩷

I always love getting your requests and you know it, so shhhh, but also, and this is on me for being the slowest sloth writer in the world, I hope The Horrors™ have somehow chilled a little, Halloween is still a good few months away and those are the only horrors we allow in this house. Anyway, here is what I came up with! Is it good? Who knows! (I might also have to read this again tomorrow to check for mistakes, oops) Is there sleep? Very little of it! But there's Mickey Garcia and a tired reader and maybe that's all I can offer 😌 I love you and I hope you like this!!

It was early in the morning when Mickey opened his eyes, his hand smoothing over the sheets while he searched for your body. 

He frowned softly when he was met with only the fresh cold sheets, sighing slightly as he turned to find his phone. Knowing you had probably left for the day already, he decided to send a good morning text, hoping it would put you in a good mood. But deep down, he couldn't help but miss waking up by your side. 

The past weeks had slowly taken a toll on both of you, and there was nothing he hated more than seeing you stressed and exhausted from all that life was throwing your way. Mickey: Hey! Morning beautiful! I hope your day goes well, I’ll see you later :) 

He sent the text with a smile, laying in bed a little longer before untangling himself from the mess of sheets, going through the small routine of airing out the window, making the bed, stretching, then preparing coffee, sleepiness still evident in his eyes. If being on leave did anything for him, it was leaving him relaxed, sleep always being a comfort he enjoyed the most when he was by your side, as well as the walks you’d go on, the simple moments spent chatting in front of a homemade meal and a good film.

You replied an hour later, letting him know that you’d call him when you were finished, and that you hoped he had a good day. He knew you were busy, but still, he missed you. 

-----

You: “i wanna go home :(“ 

Mickey: “want me to come over? Let me know when you finish and we can walk back together 🙈” 

You: “I still have a lot to do :( I’ll try to leave a little earlier but I’ll head home, no need for you to come pick me up. But thank you either way!” 

Mickey smiled when he read your message, hoping you’d get home a little sooner, but also happy to have heard from you, his worries about your tiredness soothing a little bit. 

You were clearly overworking yourself, even if you didn’t seem to notice that, and as much as he was worried, he’d wait a little longer, ready to catch you when you needed. 

-----

The rest of the day went by somewhat uneventfully on his side, preparing some small appetizers for the evening, chilling and going on a walk while he waited for you. Yet on your side? That was a whole other story. You wanted peace and quiet, yet none of colleagues seemed to realize that, plus today had already been challenging enough, with documents and files you weren’t exactly sure how to deal with. 

Not even the ride back home was peaceful, everyone rushing to get back to their loved ones, ignoring anyone that stood in the way, including you.  

And so, when you got home, you couldn’t help the loud sigh that escaped your lips, even if a smile soon took the place of the frown, instantly relaxing when you heard Mickey’s singing coming from the kitchen, pots and pans and spoons and drawers clattering while he cooked. You knew what you’d see if you chose to sneak closer to the kitchen, waiting by the door. You’d find him, probably half-dancing, most likely using your wooden spoon as a microphone, while he cooked whatever delicious meal he had settled on. It was simple, and silly, but you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by it, be mesmerized by him, by his habits, by his way to show love. You glanced around the living room, smiling at the table, already set up, more than one candle bathing the room in a warm glow as you walked over to the few appetizers already on the table, stealing one and taking a bite, humming at the taste. “Aha!” He called from the kitchen, making you jump, his smile big while he pointed his (microphone) wooden spoon your way, “I’ve caught a thief.” “Mickey,” You chuckled, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss, yawning softly when your head rested on his shoulder. 

“Tired?” He asked, taking a breadstick from the table and biting it, the crunch of it breaking the silence.

“That’s an understatement” you chuckled, yawning again, “I’m glad tomorrow I can sleep.” You hummed, looking to your side as you wondered if that was the case. 

Was there something you were forgetting?

Ah. Yes. Plans. 8:30am. Tomorrow. 

Nothing that would take too long though-

“So?” He asked, grinning.

“Oh. You might have to repeat that.” You blushed, feeling sorry for your lack of listening.

Mickey chuckled, shaking his head and waving his hand, “you’re tired, it’s fine. I was telling you about the new exposition that’s opening in a week? Would be nice to go see it.” he said again, smiling softly. “Ah, absolutely, yeah! Sounds great” You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes, smiling. “Thank you.” You whispered. “No need to thank me, love.” He whispered back, hand smoothing over your arm, “Now, go sit down, you need food, then sleep” he chuckled, walking back to the kitchen, the clattering of plates picking back up while he served his meal. 

-----

It was on the third day in a row of waking up alone that he decided that it was enough. He could forgive week days, considering that you couldn’t exactly miss work, but now it was Saturday, and he had seen how tired you had been the night before, barely making it through dinner without yawning, then falling asleep on the couch while he was talking. He knew his voice was soothing, but this was more. 

And so he waited, hands crossed over his chest and the most dramatically annoyed face he could put on when your key turned in the lock, tired steps carrying you into your home. 

It was 10am, early enough to still have the day to yourselves, but still, his morning cuddles had been sorely missed.

“Hi!” You called, not noticing he was right there until you glanced to the side, letting out a quiet yelp. “Okay, that’s very serial killer vibes of you, Mickey.” You teased, pushing past him and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as you did, heading to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. Mickey couldn’t help the smile on his face when you kissed him, nor the chuckle at your comment, so he just followed, arms wrapped around you while you drank, soft kisses pressed to your shoulder. “Miss you” he mumbled softly. You sighed, leaning into him and humming, “I miss you too.” 

He smiled at your words, placing another kiss to your shoulder. “So, Miss Busy Bee, any other plans for the weekend?” he asked, bracing himself for what he knew was to come. “Tomorrow at two I technically have to head out.” You mumbled, chuckling when his hold tightened. "Nope," he hummed playfully, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

"Mickey," you laughed, trying to wriggle in his arms to face him. His embrace tightened around you, caging you against the counter, and one of his hands found its place on your hip.

"You need sleep," he insisted, his eyes soft yet determined, as if he could see through every layer of exhaustion you were trying to hide. He cherished every detail of your face, savoring the memory of each moment spent together.

"I think at 2 pm I'll be done with sleep," you playfully retorted, your voice tinged with tiredness. "I'm tired, but—"

"But what, love?" he asked, his tone teasing, raising an eyebrow with a smile dancing on his lips. He leaned closer, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "You need to get some sleep," he repeated, letting his words hang in the air for a moment. After a beat, he took a step back and reached for your hand, gently pulling you towards the inviting comfort of the couch.

"Now?" you teased, well aware that you were tired enough to fall asleep right there, but part of you also longed to spend time with him, to unwind and relax in his arms.

"Well, later," he chuckled, his smile making his eyes crinkle with affection. "We can have breakfast in bed, followed by cuddles, kisses, and maybe a movie." He raised his eyebrows with a pleased smirk, knowing well how tempting his offer was.

"Breakfast in bed, cuddles and kisses?” You asked, laughing, “I think I can cancel those plans for tomorrow," you muttered, leaning into his body, feeling his arms instantly wrap around you, soft touches trailing along your arms.

"Yeah?" he asked, grinning, gently swaying with you before he stopped, smirking again. "Change of plans," he declared playfully, pulling you away from the couch and back into his chest. 

He moved with a sense of purpose, guiding you to the bed and pushing you down onto it.

He leaned in to kiss your lips, starting with a gentle peck that soon deepened into a passionate embrace, leaving you completely enamored. Mickey's hand found its way to cradle your cheek, his touch gentle yet filled with a fiery passion that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers traced a path along your jawline, his touch eliciting soft sighs from your lips, surrendering to the blissful sensation that swept over you.

With every passing moment, the kiss deepened, becoming an unspoken promise of love and devotion. 

Your fingers entwined with his, holding onto him as if he were your anchor.

As the kiss finally broke, a trail of soft breaths lingered between you.

Mickey's gaze locked with yours, his eyes reflecting a love so profound it left you breathless.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice carrying a world of emotions.

“I love you too.” You said back easily, unable to hide your smile. 

"I'll make coffee," he whispered, his voice a sweet melody. "Get comfortable, and I'll be back." He hummed, standing up, holding your hand until it reluctantly fell from his grasp. 

He walked to the kitchen, his footsteps quietly pattering on the floor. As he walked, you couldn't help but watch him with adoration. The way he moved, the grace in his steps.  Once he was out of sight, you settled into a more comfortable position on the bed, letting out a contented sigh.  The room felt warmer now, and not just from the candles and the cozy setup. 

True to his word, he came back with a tray of steaming coffee cups, and the sweet aroma filled the room. He set the tray down on the bedside table before sitting beside you, his eyes locked on yours once more.

"Here you go," he said softly, handing you a cup, his fingers brushing gently against yours.

"Thank you," you replied, taking a sip and relishing the warmth that spread through you, both from the coffee and from his touch. "I think you make the best coffee," you said, smiling at him gratefully.

Mickey chuckled, his eyes shining with affection. "Well, coffee has magical powers, but it's nothing compared to the power of your smile."

Your heart fluttered at his words, chuckling, "Flattery will get you everywhere," you teased, playfully nudging his shoulder.

He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, I plan on going everywhere with you," he replied, his voice low and filled with a mixture of tenderness and playfulness.

"Smooth talker," you teased, trying to hide the blush that crept up your cheeks.

Mickey leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Only for you."

His fingers traced gentle patterns on your hand, lips kissing your cheek as he settled back by your side. 

"We're so lucky, you know," he said softly, breaking the silence.

"Lucky?" you repeated, meeting his gaze curiously.

“Lucky, yeah. I mean, to spend a Saturday morning in bed, with someone incredibly hot, yet cool and charming by their side, sipping coffee and with the promise of cuddles, maybe more” he added playfully, “I think that’s lucky.” He laughed. You couldn't help but laugh, his playful words causing your heart to dance with joy. 

"Oh, I definitely agree," you replied, teasingly raising an eyebrow. "It's not every day you get to wake up to such a perfect combination of hotness, charm, and sweetness."

Mickey grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, so you think I'm perfect, huh?"

"I was talking about me, actually," you said teasingly, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his cheek, “but you’re pretty great as well” 

He laughed, his arm wrapped around you, pulling you even closer. "Well, I agree with you. You’re perfect," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

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[callsigndragon]

We should be lovers instead | Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

(gif not mine, credits to the author)

(my god look at that pretty face and tell me you don't love him)

Pairing: Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Fem!Pilot!Reader (call sign: Bane)

Summary: Mickey has been in love with you since he met you. He can't get over you and he can't confess. Or can he?

Word count: 2.8k

Requested? Yes / No

Warnings: fluff, lots of fluff. javy simping a bit over rooster on the main? (we all simp for rooster on the main), mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, cheesy Fanboy best Fanboy.

A/N: This is for my Fanboy Anon! Thanks for requesting! it was really fun to write this. I hope you like it!

Translation:

pendejo -> stupid

buena suerte -> good luck

Being the new member of an already established squad is difficult sometimes. The rest of the members know each other, they have their ways of doing things, they know which of them is better for certain maneuvers and you have to fit in there, somehow. 

You, Y/n ‘Bane’ L/n, are the new member of the squad. You don’t know who the members are, nobody told you anything more than to be at Top Gun as soon as possible. The only thing you know is that they succeeded on a classified mission a few months ago and they were now the elite of the naval air force. 

And now you were part of that elite. 

You enter the building, the walls full of pictures flooding your mind with memories of the 13 weeks you spent here, working alongside the best pilots of the country to improve your skills. You find the picture of your promotion on the wall, finding yourself next to Payback and Fanboy, your best friends. 

You met them here, years ago, and instantly clicked with Mickey, whose first words were: “Have you seen the new Star Strek movie?” Lately he introduced himself, obviously. The three of you became inseparable. Always working together in the exercises, you end up being the second best at the program, the two of them being the first ones. Well deserved, in fact. They were a hell of a team. And you’re sure they still are. 

After the academy, you three were assigned to different stations, having to say goodbye. You still talked through texts and video calls, but when you were on a mission, having a proper signal was a problem, and you could spend days without talking to each other. 

“Bane, you’re early” you turn around, Vice Admiral Beau “Cyclone” Simpson looking surprised to see you there. One hour early. Honestly, you wanted to wander around the academy for a bit before officially joining the Dagger squad, as they called it. 

“I’m sorry, sir. I just wanted to see this place again. It’s been so long” you confess. 

“Don’t worry, I get it. It’s like coming home after a long time away, right?” he says, smiling and signaling to his office. You follow him, entering and taking a seat. “Welcome back, Bane” 

“Thank you, sir” 

“I was gonna have a meeting with your new wingmen right now, but I guess this is better. Oh, look. Here they are” Cyclone signals to someone outside the office to enter. You get up, ready to meet your new team. When you turn around, you have to hold back a laugh. 

“Bane?” say both Fanboy and Payback at the same time. 

“Oh my god, we’re together again?” you hug them, soon realizing that you’re in front of a high rank, and moving away with hot cheeks and making Payback snort. “Sorry, sir” 

“No worries. If you know each other, then I don’t have to make any introductions. Payback, Fanboy, take her with the rest of the team. Bane, get to know them because you’ll be working with them for a long time. You’re dismissed” 

The three of you walk silently out of the place, closing the door behind you, and once you’re far enough from Cyclone’s office, Payback hugs you hard and you think he’s going to break your ribs. 

“Oh my god, Reuben stop!” you laugh, Mickey trying to free you from your friend’s grip. 

“Move, it’s my turn!” he whines, hugging you as tightly as he can. You love them both, but you’ve missed Mickey a bit more. He was always so sweet and dorky, and his hugs are the warmest and comfiest you’ve ever felt. Honestly, there’s nothing that one of Mickey’s hugs cannot fix. It's just one of the many things you love about him. He's literally the perfect guy. Funny, caring, soft. And a nerd. You used to FaceTime and watch movies and tv shows together whenever you could. Before, it was difficult with him always working on a mission. Now, you just have to go to his house. 

“Guys, please, you’re gonna break my ribs and I don’t wanna see the infirmary on my first day back here” you joke, moving away from Fanboy’s embrace. 

“Okay, okay. Come with us, you gotta meet the rest” says Payback, putting his arm over your shoulders and guiding you to the rest, who were waiting at the canteen. The looks in their faces when Payback enters the room with his arm around you is priceless. They didn’t expect Payback and Fanboy to have such closeness with the new pilot.

You get introduced to everyone, Phoenix instantly dragging you away from the men because “WE NEED MORE GIRLS”, she yelled to nobody in particular. 

Fanboy watches you from afar, eyeing you up and down. How can you be even more beautiful? How can his heart still beat like crazy after all these years? How can he be completely and utterly in love with someone he hasn’t seen in person since a year ago? Mickey doesn’t understand. 

“So… I guess she’s off limits?” questions Hangman, a little knowing smile present on his face after seeing how the wizzo looks at the new pilot. 

“What?” Jake’s voice snaps Mickey out of his daydream. “Don't talk about her like that” 

“Sorry, sorry. She’s cute, though” Hangman, always the jokester, follows the curve of your body with his eyes. He isn’t really looking at you, just pretending. He remembers a conversation with Payback in which he asked what Mickey's favorite thing was, wanting to know more about the wizzo’s tastes because his birthday was in a few weeks. Payback answered in an instant: ‘Bane’. Jake was a jerk before, but he knows the limits. 

“You try to get in her pants I’ll cut your dick while you sleep, pendejo” says Mickey, annoyed by the conversation. He knows that Jake doesn't have a chance. You don't fall for guys like him. But still… he doesn't want Hangman to think about you in that way. 

“Okay, buddy. I’ll keep my distance” answers Jake, hands in the air as a surrender. 

Javy, who has been silently watching the conversation moves to sit next to Reuben. "I think it's the first time I've seen him being mad at someone" 

"You see, there are only two things that can annoy my friend over there. One, someone messes with Star Trek. Two, someone messes with Bane"

"Are they together?" 

"He wishes. And she does, too. But they're the perfect couple, two blind idiots in love. They can't see that the feelings are reciprocated" Payback, tired of all the constant flirting, the pinning and the what-if-she-doesn't-like-me-backs, is willing to tell everyone about Mickey's feelings if that means  the wizzo is finally going to make a move. 

"I mean, we could make him nervous" suggests Javy, already planning something. 

"I'm all ears, Machado" 

"Well, we're gonna need Hangman's abilities, and Rooster's smile" 

Reuben looks at Javy like he had just grown a second head. "Rooster?" 

"Bro, if I was into men, I would definitely have a crush on him. I mean, have you seen him?" 

"You're sure you're not into Rooster, Javy?" laughs Payback, earning a punch in the shoulder. "Ouch" 

"You want help or you want your wizzo to mope around forever?" Javy's words sound like a threat, and just the thought of having to see Mickey's gloomy expression forever makes him get up the chair he had been sitting on. 

"You go talk to Hangman, I'll go get Rooster. And we make the whole squad go to the Hard Deck to celebrate" Reuben explains his plan, and then leaves.

However, Javy and Reuben's plan has a flaw.

You. 

You have a rule. You don't date pilots. So when Rooster approaches you at the bar with a sweet smile and offers to go outside to talk and get to know each other better, you take your drink and look at him with a small smile. "It's this platonic or do you have any other intentions?"

"I don't know, do I have any chances?" 

You shake your head. "As a friend, yes. I don't do pilots, though" 

He clicks his tongue. "It's a shame. Let me invite you to the next one, it's the least I can do" 

Fanboy, who's playing pool with Phoenix, it's completely unbothered by the exchange you and Bradshaw are having. He knows you, you don't do pilots. One itty bitty part of him always thinks that he is not a pilot. Maybe he has a chance. 

"What's in your head, Mickey Mouse?" you say, standing next to him and pushing him slightly, so he misses the ball. "Oops" 

"You're a bad person, you know" 

"Oh but you love me" you say in a singsong voice. 

"Yeah, I do" his voice is sweet, like his smile. 

"So, when are we watching the last Fantastic Beasts movie? I've been waiting MONTHS for it." 

"You still haven't seen it?" he's really surprised by that. You love films, and you've been hooked to Newt's story since the first movie came out. "Have you been waiting for me?" 

"Of course, dummy! It's our thing. I'm not watching it without you" you say with a pout, melting his heart. 

"Well, I guess we ca-" 

"Hey, Bane! Come here, let's see your dart skills" Hangman interrupts the conversation. You look at Mickey. 

"Wanna play with me?" you offer.

"Nah, I'm good. I'm gonna beat Natasha here" 

"You wish" says Phoenix, who had been patiently waiting for the two of you to finish the conversation. 

"Buena suerte" you say, remembering the Spanish words he taught you. 

You walk away, joining the rest of the team. Phoenix sees Payback approaching, rolling his eyes. 

"What's wrong with you two?" she questions. 

"This idiot over here doesn't realize that Y/n is completely in love with him" 

"Yeah. As if!" Fanboy sits down, preparing himself for the conversation. 

"I mean, I've seen the way she looks at you" says Phoenix. 

"What way?" 

"That way" answers Payback, pointing at you. 

Fanboy raises his head, looking at you. You are indeed staring at him from the other side of the bar, with that beautiful smile that makes him forget his own name. He smiles too, winking. Your smile gets bigger, reaching your eyes. 

He swears every time you smile, the world stops moving. 

"Yeah… totally not in love with you. Man, if I had someone looking at me like that I wouldn't waste a second" Phoenix says, trying to make Mickey understand that you are head over heels for him. 

"And what do you want me to say? I think I am in love with you and that scares the crap out of me?" he says with a tired, defeated tone. "I don't want to lose my friend if she's not really into me" 

"Maybe you don't lose a friend. Maybe you get to kiss your friend" Payback gets up from his chair. "Look, now that she's here, you have only two options. Either you confess and get together, or you move on. Because, eventually, she'll get tired of waiting" 

After that, Payback leaves, leaving Phoenix and Fanboy alone. Phoenix pats his back before going with the rest to see you play darts. 

Fanboy decides to call it a night and leaves without saying goodbye. He'll see you all tomorrow, anyway.

Two hours later, when he gets out of the shower, Fanboy receives a text. It's you. 

You: Why did you leave? :( 

Fanboy: I was tired, sorry. Did you win? 

You: How could I? Hangman can hit the target with his eyes closed. He's insane 

Fanboy: yeah, he's good. 

You: Did you have dinner already? 

Fanboy: No, i was gonna order something. 

You: I'll give you half of my pizza if you open the door. 

Mickey gets up from his bed and goes to the door, opening it in one swift motion. You're holding a pizza box in one hand and texting with the other. 

"My god, deliver girl is hotter than ever" he says as a joke, but it makes your cheeks burn. He takes the pizza box and leads you inside, leaving the pizza on the table. You sit down, getting comfortable to spend the next few hours catching up with your friend. 

"Here" he says, sitting down and offering you your favorite drink. 

"Thank you, Mickey Mouse" 

He chuckles. "I'm not Mickey Mouse" 

"Yes you are" you state. 

He grabs a pillow and throws it in your direction, making the slice of pizza that you had in your hands fall into the box, all the cheese plastered against the cardboard. You turn your head slowly, looking at him with a frown. 

“You killed my pizza” 

“Oops” he simply says. When he sees you grab another pillow, he runs away from you, trying to hide behind the sofa. And just like that you’re running around the house after him, trying to hit Mickey with a pillow because he killed your pizza. Again. He had done it several times already. 

After chasing him around the kitchen island, you throw the pillow, aiming for his head. However, he’s fast and dodges it, smirking and picking it up from the floor. Now it’s your turn to run. But you’re slower than him and by the time you reach the living room again, he tackles you, both of you falling on the sofa. 

“Got ya” he says, his breath fanning over your cheeks. He’s so close to you that you’re afraid he can hear your heartbeat. His eyes fall to your lips for a second. You think you’re seeing things but something in you tells you that he might want to kiss you as much as you want to kiss him. 

“Y/n, I can’t do this anymore” he lets out, his whispered words stabbing your soul as if they were knives. What is ‘this’? Your friendship? Hundreds of thoughts running through your mind, trying to understand what you have done wrong. 

“D-did I do something wrong?” one stray tear falls from the corner of your eye. 

“Oh God, no don’t cry, please” he cleans it off with his thumb. “I can’t be your friend anymore. I wanna ruin our friendship” 

“Why?” 

“Because friends don’t kiss each other the way I want to kiss you” he confesses, a stupid, shy, beautiful smile on his face. You literally want to punch him. And you will punch him. Later. 

“Show me” you manage to say before Mickey’s lips press yours in a passionate kiss. His lips are impossibly soft against yours, and yet the way he moves them against yours makes a tingling sensation run over your whole body. 

When he moves away, he’s smiling like an idiot. “See? Friends don’t kiss like that” 

“Couldn’t you just say ‘hey, i like you’?” you complain, wanting to hit him with the pillow that is now laying on the floor, long forgotten. 

“Well, that’s not romantic” 

“Giving your girl a heart attack isn’t either” you smack him in the shoulder. 

He sighs, letting his head fall on your shoulder. “You’re literally the bane of my existence” 

You look at the ceiling for a second, trying not to smack him again for the bad pun he just made when you realize what he really just said. 

“Did you just quote Anthony Bridgerton?” you question, impressed by the reference that he just made. 

“You said you liked him. I’ve been wanting to say that sentence for months now” he says all shyly. 

“You’re a dork” you laugh, hugging him. 

“But you love me” 

“Yeah, sadly I do. I love the pizza murderer” 

He raises his head, pressing his lips against your nose. “It’s only pizza, babe” 

“It’s never just pizza. Pizza is life, pizza is love” you seriously explain to him. Nobody messes with your pizza.

“...I’ll order two more” 

"Interesting offer” 

“And I’ll kiss you until the pizza gets here” he increases the bid. 

“You got me with the pizza. But yeah, I’ll accept the kisses, too” 

"That means you're gonna be my girlfriend?"

"Well, you know my rule, I don't do pilots" you tease him.

"I'm not a pilot"

"You fly an aircraft"

"I don't, actually. I just sit there and help Reuben. Am not a pilot, babe, you have to date me"

"Hmm, if you're not a pilot guess I do have to date you"

He shakes his head and leans down to kiss your smiling lips. Yeah, you’re definitely the bane of his existence.

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[beyondthesefourwalls]

Hii! Can i request Fanboy, fluff, blanket, “You can’t trick me into confessing my secrets.” Maybe friends to lovers?

Thanks babe!❤️

Here you go, Nonny! Hope you like it babe!

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warnings: fluff

Upgraded

“I can’t believe you’re here.” 

Your words make him smile, but then again, he’s not sure he’s stopped since he showed up on your doorstep with flowers and a bottle of champagne earlier in the evening. The champagne hadn’t survived you launching yourself into his arms and shrieking in his ear, but the flowers were on your mantle, housed in an old vase he was pretty sure his mom had gifted you at some point. 

“You really think I’d miss my best friend’s birthday? Come on,” he teased, nudging his shoulder into yours. You giggled, and the sound had his heart racing. “We haven’t missed a birthday since we were 10. I wasn’t starting now.” 

“But you told me you would be deployed! How did you manage to pull this off, anyway?” 

Truthfully, it had been a long string of good luck that he had managed to get state side two weeks earlier than he had anticipated. He had immediately gone from an aircraft carrier to an airport, barely making the flight he had bought a ticket for while in the Uber on the way there. But it had all been worth it when he saw you - you were worth anything. 

“I’m not telling,” he teased. A mischievous look came over your face, and he felt your fingers nudge his sides under the blanket you were huddled beneath, stretched out on your couch while Star Wars played on the tv - a birthday tradition. “Oh, hey, no, you can’t trick me into confessing my secrets!” 

But you were already tickling him, and he jerked away from you as he laughed. You followed behind him, determined to get him to cave and knowing this was the way to always get him to do it. He flailed when he realized how close he was to the edge of the couch, and before he could catch himself, he was crashing onto the floor. You landed on top of him with a thump, still tangled in the blanket, and both of you laughed through your groans. When your giggles died down, he realized just how close your face was to his. His breath caught, and he couldn’t stop his eyes from flickering to your lips. 

“Hey Mickey?” you asked quietly. He hummed in response, his eyes going back to yours. He wondered if you had noticed them stray. “I think I know something else I want for my birthday.” 

“What’s that?” he asked, already knowing that if he could, he would give you anything. You looked nervous for a moment, but then that familiar determination took over your eyes, and you were leaning down and pressing your lips against his. It was a kiss nearly 20 years in the making, one he had dreamt about for so long, and it was everything he could have imagined and more. 

When you pulled away, you were both smiling. 

“I want you to not leave as my best friend this time,” you explained. 

He didn’t hesitate as he leant up and kissed you again. “I think that can be arranged.”

word count: 512

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