#fanboy oneshot

[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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[foreverrandomwritings]

Hi can I request ❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜ with fanboy from the soft and sweet sentence starters? Thanks 😊

Changes

Summary: Going through changes while your husband is away causes you to become insecure. What will he say when he gets back home?

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x afab!Reader

Warnings: Body insecurity, weight gain, doctors office, depression if you squint and fluff.

Word count: 1381

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

It has been months since you’ve seen your husband in person. He had been deployed somewhere out in the middle of the ocean for around six months. For a mission you had zero clue about. He had only been allowed to tell you minimal details per usual. You had of course been worried like you always were when he was away.

You hadn’t realized this time was different from the others. You had grown depressed and had begun eating your feelings. You still hung out with Payback's wife and kids regularly. Your parents had made a trip out to you once and you had taken a trip out to his parents as well. You went out on hikes and picked up ceramics classes during his time away. 

You hadn’t noticed that you had started gaining more weight until you had a routine physical. When you stepped on the scale the number was higher than it normally was. Your doctor had reassured you that you were still perfectly healthy. She had told you that you physically had nothing to worry about with the added weight.  Even with her professional reassurance however you became a little insecure. 

You confided in Payback’s wife about your worries. She had dropped her jaw as the words left your mouth. She also may have smacked you a little harshly on your arm. Then proceeded to tell you that you were drop dead gorgeous and had nothing to worry about. She also made sure to tell you that if Fanboy had any problem with the added cushion that she’d find him and knock some sense into him. Which worried you slightly because she was a very fierce woman. 

You continued to worry, especially about how other people would view you. Not fitting into society's standards had always been something you struggled with but now it actually got to you. You would wear baggier clothes if you went out. Maybe not having your husband here to reassure you was a factor in your struggle. 

But you didn’t want to bother him with such trivial things while he was away. So you would make excuses why you couldn’t video call Mickey. You had slowly stopped sending him pictures of yourself. Which was something you had done since his first deployment. Some of the pictures would just be you being silly. Some of the pictures would be of you and your bearded dragon. Some of them would be of you in different positions in some of his favorite lingerie pieces. 

Now the pictures you sent were of what you had for breakfast or of the views you’d see on hikes that you went on. There were the ones of just your bearded dragon Tesoro or Treasure when translated. Some were of what you had made in your weekly ceramics class. You had sent some of you snuggled up on the couch covered in a large blanket and face mask. You had avoided sending him anything that really showed you at all. 

Fanboy had of course noticed the change in photos from you. He asked you what was wrong but you told him that everything was perfectly fine. He was secure enough in your relationship to know you wouldn’t cheat on him. So that thought was already out of the question. He also knew you well enough to know you would come to him when you were ready. 

He was just excited to get back home to you. As the days grew closer he became more and more ecstatic. He had been talking anyone’s ear off that got anywhere near him about how excited he was to be back on land, back with you. Payback was the only one that didn’t get annoyed as he was just as excited to go back home to his family. 

You however were very nervous to have your husband back home. Even though you still felt healthy and you didn’t think you looked terrible. It still worried you that the man you had been with for so long would see the change in your body and be turned off by it. The thought was silly though, you knew deep down that he would love you no matter what. He had always been a supportive husband and a radical feminist. He worshiped the ground you walked on since the very first time you met each other.

When the day finally arrived you woke up extra early to get ready. The start was slow as you studied yourself in the mirror. Looking over all the new stretch marks and cellulite. The way your hips dipped a bit more than before. Your cheeks had plumped up a little more. You looked at yourself and saw someone so beautiful and radiant that you had tears come to your eyes. 

But then the hesitation of what your husband would think came back to your mind. You have been together for many years now. The both of you had changed immensely since you first started dating. He had never stopped loving you and worshiping you and you never wavered in your love for him. Neither of you ever minded when the other changed. 

For some reason this time the change got to you. Maybe it was the fact that he had been around women and men that were fit as fiddles for the last several months. Maybe it was because this was the longest he had been away from you and you feared that the change would be too sudden. But you shook your head clearing those nasty thoughts out of your mind and got yourself ready. 

You put on a new pair of jeans you had needed to get due to the weight change. Then pulled on a graphic shirt that Fanboy had gotten for you when you first started dating. It was luckily pretty loose on you already so now it just had a bit of a tighter fit. You styled your hair quickly before slipping on a worn pair of vans. Then you were out the door and on your way to the unloading dock. 

Paybacks wife and kids were already there when you pulled in. So you stood with them. She had complimented your outfit which made you feel a bit better. You made idle conversation with her and the kids. The group of you were all extremely eager as you waited. The ship pulled up to the dock and you were squeezing her hand tightly. 

“Do you see them yet, Tina?” Their youngest and only daughter sat upon their oldest son's shoulders and was acting as the look out. 

“No Auntie I don’t see daddy or uncle Mick anywhere.” She pouted, shaking her head furiously.

“That’s alright dear, they’ll find us. They always do.” Denise reassured her daughter. Moments passed as you scanned your eyes over the Navy men and women exiting the ship. You finally saw Paybacks head over the sea of people. You knew that your husband couldn’t be far from him. 

You were right because as soon as Payback broke through your husband followed him. His eyes scanned over your form and you fought against hiding from him. He smiled at the shirt you were wearing. Then his beautiful brown eyes connected to yours and it was like he had found a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. He hurriedly stepped towards you grasping your face in his hands. 

He pulled you into a kiss that you both desperately needed. Lips melding together perfectly, two mouths made to collide like the waves and the shore. You held his hips in your hands as he pulled away. He looked you over again and you worried your lip between your teeth, nervous about what he was going to say. 

“Wow, I really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look.” You let out a loud laugh at his words, throwing your arms around him and bringing him into a hug. He nuzzled his head into your neck. Taking in the smell of your perfume. 

“You are absolutely gorgeous carina. The absolute love of my life.” Tears sprang to your eyes as your silly little worries went away. You would thank fate everyday that you got to call him your husband. 

A/N: Thank you so much for this request darling anon! So sorry it took forever and I hope you love it! I as always very much enjoy writing for my husband.

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[darkherolovercroissant]

Burned

Library 📚

Simon Ghost Riley x Fem reader

Warnings: there’s smut, so if your age is on the clock, you’re too young for his cock….so get out. Mature themes and language.

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They say when you play with fire, you get your fingers burnt. And by now, Simon was no stranger to being burnt. The streets weren’t the only place it was going down, oh hell no! The sheets were where he was going to town on the punishing.

Soap was completely oblivious to what was happening upstairs as he was laying down on a beaten up couch. All he knew was that Ghost was going to check up on you, and he was doing a very hands on check up.

Your gear completely littered the floor as your hands yank his off while his mouth starts leaving marks down your neck and across your collar bones. Your hands finally managed to get that vest and jacket of his off and started working down his broad chest and down to his pants as he continued to feast on your neck.

His hands yanked your pants off quickly before picking you up and slamming your back against the wall, knocking the wind out of you.

“You ok love?“ he says in that deep and husky voice of his.

You nod before lifting his mask up a little higher for better access, but he wasn’t having it. He just removes the whole thing, successfully capturing your attention more.

“Like what you see?” He huffs

“I’d be lying if I said no.” You gasp lightly before running your fingertips along his jawline.

“You weren’t lying when you were talking to Soap earlier.”

“I never lie. You should know that by now.” He growls as his lips go back to your neck as his hands go to unbuckling his pants and dropping them just low enough.

“Ready darling?”

“Always ready for you.” You moan

“That’s my girl.”

Feeling his fingers rubbing between your legs, you gasp as they applied more pressure and then one slipping in, followed by two more.

“I swear, you don’t fuck me now…I’ll kill you.” You moan

“Alright, don’t get your panties in a twist.” He chuckles before a bigger force of pressure found its way down there.

Feeling him slide into you, your head tilts back in pleasure and your eyes screw shut. God this man was not lacking in size in any department. The cold bricks against your back making sure you stay in some state of consciousness as Ghost slips all the way in.

“Oh fucking hell. It’s been too long since I was in this darling.” Ghost grunts as you adjust to him.

“Please. Just fuck me, Simon.”

He pulls out slowly, you feeling every inch as he taunts you with the greatest feeling. He smirks as he watches your eyes close before ramming into you, making them open wide as you release a gasp.

His hand clamps over your mouth as he glared at you before turning to look at the door.

“Don’t make too much noise, unless you want more company.” His low voices echoed in your ears.

Pushing your head to his shoulder, he snickers as your arms wrap around his neck and shoulder before moving once again.

“Make all the marks you want, I love them.” He groans as you contract around him

His pace starts out slow and rough but my god did he make up for all the time you spent with horrifying thoughts about what you wanted him to do to you.

His hands grabbing your waist as he started pounding deep inside. You biting down on his shoulder as you tried to keep quiet. He just groans as your whimpers and moans echo in his ear.

He’s been dreaming of absolutely ruining you since he noticed your behaviour earlier. It’s not the first time he’s taken you, you also know it won’t be the last.

The way you tighten your legs around his waist as he continues to pound up into your abused pussy, has him groaning and trying to speed up and make it more rough with every hit.

Your bare chest moving along with the thrusts has his attention. He was a sucker for the women and how genetics made their body the biggest weakness to the strongest of men.

He praised your body every time he took it. With wandering hands and with lingering lips that had left quite the marks on your small frame.

Your eyes were screwed shut as you continued to experience the highest levels of welcomed pain and pleasure. Your core was going to hurt in the morning, but to have this mountain of a man just drilling for the jackpot of the best kind of high was worth it.

His hands sneaking around to grab what he had been ogling earlier and squeezing it before one travelled upwards to around your throat to squeeze it and smirk.

“You’re doing well, darling.” He groans

You bite your lip as he continues to pump deeper inside you. Your eyes rolling back into your head as you could feel your brain rattling around in your skull.

He stopped momentarily only to slide down to the ground with you being placed on top.

“Take it darling. Show me what you can do.” Ghost moans

Taking a moment to circle your hips around, You leaned down to give him a big kiss before slowly adjusting to this position. Starting to pick up the pace, Ghost was in heaven watching his girl ride him.

His hands coming back to your waist to pull you back down all the way when you cheated him out of taking him all. Having your completely bare frame taking him as he was only in his tactical pants and boots was easily the best mental image he could have.

Your hands came down on his chest followed by your head as your whimpers and moans got louder. At this point, Ghost didn’t care if Soap heard you, he wanted you to moan his name. Bonus points if he could make you scream it. And now that he knew you were close, he was determined to have anyone listening hear who was making you this loud.

Arching his legs up, he started pounding up into you, causing your head to lift up and the most beautiful sounds to come out of your mouth.

“Fuck, Simon. Please make me cum.” You beg

“Oh don’t worry, love. You will.” He grunts as he adds more power to his thrusts.

The feeling of knots twisting in your gut got stronger before they snapped. Launching you into pure heaven as the best orgasm took over and your body shut down.

“YES! SIMON! YES!” Your mind has shut down as your head comes down to his shoulder as he won his little challenge.

His high washed over him as his deep voice captivated your ears as he finished. You could feel it as he came inside you, it felt good and he knew it.

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After you both came back from the high, Simon headed downstairs to see a grossed out Soap who looked like he had just been physically sick.

“You good Johnny?” Simon asks

“You’re a sick man L.T” Soap dismissed before going outside to take a breather.

His fingertips still felt hot from what just occurred upstairs, but he didn’t mind. He loved playing with fire. He loved being burned by you.

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[marrziy]

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher x Male Reader

"Pertença e obedeça"

• Filme: Pânico (1996)

• Gênero: dark

• Sinopse: eles te querem de corpo e alma, e você se entrega, aceitando aquela dinâmica pouco favorável. Paixão e burrice são palavras próximas, e nessa história, o leitor vacila entre elas ao se perder em um labirinto de carícias por apego e cortes por ciúme.

• Avisos: violência, insinuações sexuais e relacionamento tóxico (tudo em nível elevado, então se liguem!)

• Palavras: 1.3k

1° pessoa - presente

As coisas não acontecem do nada; tudo vem de um processo movido à porquês.

Mas a lógica disso só existe quando é de você para si mesmo. Ao ser aplicada de você para outro alguém, aí sim as coisas surgem do absoluto nada e além.

Afinal, você não sabe o que se passa na cabeça do próximo, não o conhece ao ponto de saber exatamente qual trauma, influência ou gosto o levou a tomar determinada atitude ou escolha, então para você, tudo o que ele faz ou deixa de fazer vem do nada.

Tirando os psicólogos da rodinha, isso meio que se aplica a todo mundo.

Eu poderia dizer exatamente o momento em que a merda começou a feder na sola do sapato.

Foi uma frase curta, mas de magnitude gigantesca.

"Nunca mais conversa com ele."

Certamente, na perspectiva de Billy, houve um trajeto de uma vida até essa fala, mas para mim, que a ouvi em um sábado à tarde, durante um passeio descontraído em um parque, não houve nenhum antecedente, simplesmente surgiu e eu tive que lidar.

Mas eu não lidei, eu não soube lidar e continuo não sabendo.

Eu congelei, foi tão abrupto que me tirou a fala. Meu olhar substituiu o trabalho da boca e, se pudesse ser traduzido, estaria perguntando a Billy se ele era maluco.

E ele é.

Fui descobrir isso quando interpretei a fala dele como hipérbole e não a levei a sério. Era um exagero grande demais para ser verdade...

— Desculpa! — eu disse essa palavra tantas vezes nos últimos cinco minutos que ela perdeu o sentido. — Eu prometo não fazer de novo! Já disse que vou cortar contato, que vou obedecer, então chega disso, por favor! — tentar revidar é inútil, cansa e faz doer mais, então me limito a implorar. Talvez minha lamúria desperte empatia...

Esse sou eu tentando me enganar. Me ver chorar só deixa os filhos da puta mais excitados.

— Para de se contorcer, vai acabar se machucando! — Billy repreende, terminando de traçar o "y" do próprio nome na minha barriga. Ele dá uma pausa após finalizar, afastando a lâmina ensanguentada.

— Você tá me machucando!

— Porque você merece, porra! — Billy, deitado na cama com o torço entre as minhas pernas, apoia o peitoral no meu colo e põe a língua para fora, mantendo minha camiseta erguida com uma das mãos enquanto lambe os cortes que ele infligiu à minha carne. — Eu te dei todos os avisos, mas mesmo assim, você preferiu ignorar e continuar de papinho com o fracassado do Randy... — a voz alterada dele não deixa dúvidas quanto à raiva que infla no peito. Mas a pupila está dilatada... — Cê teve sorte. O plano original era rasgar o seu cu com uma faca e depois te foder. — o olhar vultoso não abandona o meu, e condiz com o jeito que Billy me deixa lambuzado e com a forma que ele esfrega o quadril no colchão.

— Billy tá certo, gatinho. — sinto a respiração de Stu na minha nuca. Pendendo a cabeça para trás, me deparo com seu rosto sorridente. — Você meio que pediu por isso. Agora, aguente as consequências como um bom menino. — o Macher mantém meus pulsos presos, me impedindo de usar as mãos para afastá-los.

Eu bati propositalmente minhas costas contra o peitoral de Stu, o fazendo colidir na cabeceira da cama. — Você sempre está do meu lado... Por que essa agora?

Eu sei que doeu quando o ouço resmungar e descontar com um aperto bruto nos meus pulsos. — Foi mal, cadelinha, mas Billy me prometeu algo irrecusável caso eu o ajudasse a te castigar.

Billy ri contra meu estômago e morde minha pele ferida, me arrancando um gemido desgostoso.

Eu me odeio por estar intrigado e minimamente animado em um momento onde eu deveria me sentir apenas revoltado. — Que merda ele te prometeu? — o embargo na minha voz desaparece à medida que as lágrimas escorridas secam nas minhas bochechas.

Talvez isso significasse estar doente de amor.

Foi tão desesperador e doloroso sentir a faca separando a pele que agora só consigo aproveitar o alívio.

A raiva e a tristeza de ter uma cicatriz com o nome de uma pessoa no meu corpo... isso eu sinto depois.

— A bundinha. Você sabe como é raro o Billy liberar o rabo? Eu faria coisas piores por isso. — Stu tenta selar meus lábios, mas eu viro o rosto para o lado oposto.

Erro rude.

— Você quer jogar duro? Tudo bem, vamos ver o quão durão você realmente é. — Stu não poupa força na mandíbula ao morder meu pescoço. Como um cão arrependido, eu alinho nossas faces e, choramingando, aceito seu beijo. — Porra... foi mais fácil do que eu pensei. — ele murmura com nossas bocas unidas.

Billy para de me lamber quando não há mais sangue escorrendo. — E não pense que você não estará junto. Enquanto Stu estiver me fodendo, eu vou estar metendo em você. — a mão dele pousa nas minhas coxas, arranhando ao ponto de deixar vergões. — Afinal, somos um trio...

É aqui onde eu duvido dos meus sentimentos.

Eu sei o quão errado é, sinto na pele a dor de perceber que a porra da vida não é um morango... ou é, porque essa fruta é azeda pra caralho.

A questão é que, após o pior, depois de refletir e repensar minhas decisões, cogitar um milhão de vezes me impor e dar fim a essa relação, eles me tratam bem, e novamente, eu não sei lidar.

É tão bom durante o tempo em que tudo são flores, quando sinto as pétalas e não os espinhos.

Eu os amo quando não são monstros.

Mas é exatamente isso que eles são.

— Você parece bem calminho agora. Fiquei com medo de ir longe demais com a faca, sua respiração tava muito pesada e o seu abdômen contraia bastante. Mas então... tá preparado? Falta escrever o nome do Stu ainda.

Monstros.

Calafrios serpenteiam pelo meu corpo no instante em que vejo Billy com a faca na mão. — Por favor, não faz isso! Ainda tá ardendo... Essa merda dói pra cacete! — passo a me contorcer, em outra tentativa inútil de escapar desse inferno, mas Stu me acorrenta, com mais afinco dessa vez.

O filho da puta quer o próprio nome me rasgando.

— Relaxa, nem vai ser o primeiro nome completo, só o apelido, três letrinhas. — Billy tenta amenizar a situação absurda.

Absurda só para mim.

— Qual foi, cara? Não quer uma cicatriz com meu nome? — Stu abocanha a minha orelha.

Cachorro!

— E-eu faço qualquer coisa! Só... só para com isso! — a cada palavra, eu aumento o tom, em sincronia com a aproximação da faca.

Billy levanta a sobrancelha, me encarando com um sorriso, no mínimo, suspeito. — Qualquer coisa, é? — ele pausa o punho fechado no cabo quando a lâmina toca minha barriga, pressionando o suficiente para ser desconfortável, por estar próxima da região machucada. — Então me beija. Se você fizer isso, eu paro.

Billy ergue o torço e eu me curvo em sua direção. Começa lento, mas logo ele está com a língua dentro da minha boca. Meu estado entorpecido me impede de tomar iniciativa, estou apenas à disposição.

Exatamente como eles querem.

Billy se afasta quando o ar faz falta, unido a mim por um fio transparente de saliva.

— Pronto, a-agora me deixa ir!

O Loomis ri. — Você é burro ou ingênuo? Independente de qual for, apenas continue sendo, é divertido pra caralho. — ele aperta minhas bochechas, molda meus lábios em um biquinho e me dá um selinho. — Viu? Posso roubar um beijo de você quando eu quiser, então por que eu pararia por isso?

— Anda logo, Billy! — Stu se manifesta. — Faz ele chorar de novo! Ele fica tão fofo chorando... Porra, meu pau tá duraço!

Sei lá...

Talvez eu mate meus namorados algum dia desses.

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[callsign-daydream]

How the Hangman Stole Christmas! - TGM

Summary: It's Secret Santa time for the Dagger Squad! Every year, Hangman manages to figure out everyone's SS and spoil the fun, but the rest of the squad is determined to keep him in the dark this year. Will they succeed, or will Jake Seresin once again be the Dagger Squad's personal Grinch?

Warnings/Content: Plain ol' silliness, alcohol mentioned, starred out swearing, OC included, little to no editing happened here

Word Count: ~1024

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve, everyone! My gift to you is this silly little blurb. Wishing you smiles, joy, and peace from Above in the coming days! <3

How the Hangman Stole Christmas!

“Go away, Bagman.”

“No.”

“**** off.”

“Forget it.”

“Seriously, Jake?”

“Didn’t you ruin Christmas enough last year?”

Jake Seresin worked with a bunch of losers. It wasn’t his fault that he’d managed to figure out everyone’s Secret Santa last year. Or that they’d decided to try it again this year. He was just that smart, and his squad was just that bad at keeping secrets. 

Of course, he probably didn’t have to announce everyone’s Secret Santa the day before the exchange, but that was besides the point.

Unfortunately, everyone was being a stick in the mud and complaining that he “ruined Christmas.” Even Fanboy was uncharacteristically tight-lipped on the topic. The other Daggers had evidently told Maverick about the incident as well, as Jake was met with an instant “I don’t know” when he approached the Captain.

Of course, the opposition was just extra incentive for Jake to get creative.

He knew he had Coyote, and he was pretty sure he could confirm a few key Daggers…

—

The bakery was crowded on a Saturday, but Jake needed to snag a few things for Daydream. Both for a Christmas present and for bribing her to tell him who she’d pulled for Secret Santa. He was debating whether she'd be more willing to tattle over a cannoli or some tiramisu when he heard a familiar voice.

“Yeah, two dozen. Thanks.”

Rooster, as Jake lived and breathed, buying a box of pistachio pizzelles that only one person they knew ate.

Hangman smirked to himself.

Busted.

—

“How’s my favorite pilot?”

Daydream looked up as Jake waltzed into her apartment. Her face was anything but impressed as she placed Pillsbury gingerbread cookies on a baking sheet.

“I’m not telling you who I have for Secret Santa.”

“Fine. I’ll keep this early Christmas present for myself.” He opened the box to display the dessert

“Tiramisu!”

He chuckled and held it high over his head. “What’s the magic word?”

She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “Still not telling.”

“Nope. I think it rhymes with peas.”

Another eye roll that made him crack a smile.

“Please.”

“With pleasure, Dreamgirl.”

She eyed him suspiciously as she accepted the gift before marching to the fridge. Jake was just debating what else could possibly get her to talk when a paper on the counter caught his eye. It was a familiar green color, with a singular name scrawled across it.

Gotcha.

—

Jake slid into the booth at the Hard Deck. He almost had all his answers, except one. And he knew exactly who to confront.

“Hey Floyd,” he greeted Bob. “You breaking hearts out here on your own?”

The man blinked behind his glasses. “I’ve been sworn to secrecy, Bagman.”

Jake held up his hands. “I didn’t ask.”

“Well, good.”

Jake nodded and knocked back his drink. He scanned the bar and was satisfied to see no sign of Phoenix. No need to have her literally swoop in and snatch Bob away just yet.

“Hope your shopping went well. Fitch must be hard to shop for.”

Bob chuckled. “I don’t have Payback.”

Jake nodded. “Right. Good thing too. I’m sure Fanboy would be easier to buy for anyway.”

There it was. Bob opened his mouth and shut it. It was fast enough to nearly miss, but Jake had spoken to his fellow aviator enough to know what it meant.

“I don’t have either of them. Keep trying, Jake.”

Jake chuckled and waved a hand. “Nah. I’m done guessing this year.”

I don’t need to.

—

Gifts and beers littered the table that the Daggers huddled around. Penny had replaced the usual jukebox tracks with Christmas music, leaving them with “Blue Christmas” in the background. The squad had elected to dress in civilians, a move Jake was glad for considering the red dress Daydream had broken out for the occasion.

“Alright!” Phoenix yelled to shut the squadron up. “Are we ready for Secret Santa?”

The table cheered, including Jake.

Rooster spoke up and lifted his bottle. “And I want to raise a toas to all of us besting Bagman this year!”

Cheering and clinking followed, until Jake stretched and smirked. This was the best part of the game, to his mind.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Rooster. Who wants me to tell them who their Santa is?”

"Not again." Phoenix's face dropped.

“But we didn’t tell you anything,” Payback said.

Jake shrugged, soaking in the incredulity of his squad. “Didn’t have to.”

“You’re bluffing,” Daydream said beside him.

With a quick swig of his beer, Jake cracked his knuckles and leaned forward.

“I have Coyote. Easy.” He passed over the box he’d wrapped to perfection, which was accepted with a lifted eyebrow.

“Coyote tells me every year, and this time around he got good ol’ Rooster.”

Everyone booed as Coyote sheepishly handed over a box full of vinyls with a bow on the front.

“Oh, come on!” Coyote snatched up his drink. “It’s one name. How could he have figured anyone else out?”

“Was last year not bad enough for you?” Fanboy asked.

“I still don’t believe you know everyone,” Daydream said.

“Fine. Rooster has you. Saw him shopping at an Italian bakery when the most cultural he gets is Del Taco every Tuesday.”

“They make good tacos!”

“Dreamgirl left her paper on the counter when I came over and has Bob. Bob does the mouth thing when he’s lying, making it easy to guess that he has Fanboy.”

Bob sputtered and did the mouth thing.

“Garcia can’t hide cards to save his life, or in this case, a Secret Santa slip. I knew you had Payback from day one.”

“This is why you always lose at poker, man.” Payback shook his head as he accepted a bag overflowing with tissue paper.

“I knew Payback didn’t have me because Phoenix made that special face she keeps just for me when she saw her paper, leaving Fitch to have Phoenix by process of elimination.”

He stuck his toothpick in his mouth and leaned back in his chair as everyone stared at him. Maybe he could be an ace detective in his post-naval career. He was a bit of a genius when it came to deduction, apparently.

Phoenix turned back to the group. “So we leave out Bagman next time?”

“Hey!"

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[make-me-imagine]

Secret Santa: Part One

12 Days of Christmas: Day 10

Plot: When you and the squad end up taking part in a Secret Santa exchange. The gifts you receive end up being love confessions. But who are they from?

[Bob's Ending] [Fanboy's Ending] [Hangman's Ending] [Rooster's Ending] [Maverick's Ending]

Pairing: Gn!Reader x ??? (Choose your own character ending) *Possible Endings: Bob, Fanboy, Rooster, Hangman & Maverick

Words: 2.9k

A/n: Bob and Fanboys endings will be posted Christmas Eve. And the other three will come out Christmas Day. I will add the links to this fic once they are posted.

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Walking towards the training room, you heard the familiar voices of the other pilots. You had been reunited with the dagger squad, and some other pilots you knew from the past. Another mission, another training program, trained once again by Maverick.

Through the grueling training and test flights, you were enjoying your time being with the others again. Though you had to admit you were excited about one, more than the others, but you were sure they didn't know that.

As you entered the room, your eyes cast over the group. Hangman and Rooster were bickering as usual, while Bob and Phoenix rolled their eyes. Fanboy, Payback and Coyote watched silently, sharing the occasional look.

Seeing you enter Jake turned in his seat "Y/n, perfect, perhaps you could solve our little problem."

"Nope, no." You shook your head as you took your seat, "Do not drag me into whatever is going on, I don't want to be a part of it."

Phoenix and Bob snickered as Jake leaned over"Come on, I think you'd be on my side."

"Like hell they would." Rooster broke in.

You shook your head with a soft smile as you saw Maverick enter. "Pilots, good morning." He said with a cheery voice.

His eyes ran over you and the others as he walked past. In his hands was a Santa hat.

As he stopped at the podium he looked at all of you in silence for a short moment. "Before we start our training today, I thought we might have a little Christmas fun."

You quirked your brow and sat up a bit, you saw the others do the same.

"Sir?" Bob asked with a curious tone.

"Secret Santa!" He said with a smile.

A small murmur went over the group as Maverick shook the hat in his hands. "In this hat are all of our names. You will each pick a name, and over the next three days, starting tomorrow, you have to give your person three gifts."

"Three?" Jake spoke up.

"Yes, three. On day three, by the end of the day, you must give me a slip of paper with the name of the person you gifted, and the name of the person you think is your gift giver. If you guess correctly, you get a day off of training. If you are wrong. You will be cleaning up after the Christmas party."

A small groan came from the group as you all pictured what mess would be left behind after that.

"There are two rules. One, don't get caught leaving your person a gift, or you are disqualified. Two, do not tell anyone who your person is."

As Maverick walked around holding the hat out for everyone to take a name, your eyes scanned over everyone. You wonder who would be the easiest person to buy a gift for. Your eyes lingered on one person as you thought of a thousand things you could get them.

"If you get yourself, grab a different name." He said softly as he continued down the line.

Getting to you, he gave you a small smile as you reached in. Pulling out a slip of paper you opened it to read 'Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace.' You smiled softly before closing the paper and shoving it in your pocket.

After everyone had chosen their names, the class went on like usual, though you knew everyone was a bit distracted, thinking of what to get their chosen person. Though it wasn't a competition, a familiar buzz ran through the room.

You tried not to look at Phoenix, not wanting to give away she was who you got. But you did glance around, wondering if you might find someone looking at you.

You would be lying if you didn't have someone particular in mind as to who you hoped might be your secret Santa. The same person you thought would be the easiest to buy for. Though, the luck of them getting you was pretty small.

By the end of training you had enough time left to go out and try to find a gift for Phoenix. You had thought long and hard about the types of gifts she might like, but you still struggled. Knowing she had a thing for antique and vintage objects, you thought going to an antique store might do the trick.

Walking through the store, you looked at various objects, before finally landing on an old hourglass carved out of wood. It was certainly unique, and looked old. Buying it, you hoped she would like it. Knowing you wouldn't really know for a few days.

Making it back to the base after another hour of shopping you felt relieved, having bought three gifts for Phoenix, and some wrapping paper.

As you walked down the corridor, you saw Bob walking towards you. He smiled and his eyes caught on the wrapping paper in your hands.

"Don't tell me you got all your gifts already?" He asked with mild surprise.

You smiled "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't" You said jokingly as you continued past him, seeing him smile at you as he nodded in understanding.

As you rounded the corner, you looked back, seeing him disappear around the corner. 'I bet he's a great gift giver' You thought to yourself as you made your way back to your room.

Unpacking your shopping bags, you looked at the gifts you got Natasha. The hourglass, a gift card for one of her favorite shops she could never convince herself to buy something from, and a Phoenix pendant necklace you managed to find by chance in a cute shop near the beach. You had almost jumped in excitement when you saw it.

After wrapping the gifts, you finally went to sleep, your last thoughts being about who may have picked your name from the hat.

--- --- ---

During your break in between training the next day, you snuck Natasha's first present out of your room and quickly made your way to her room. Setting the present down in front of her door, you rushed back to your room. Breathing a breath of relief as no one spotted you.

As you rounded the corner to your room, you stopped as you spotted a bouquet of flowers placed at your door.

"Wha-" You looked back down the hall in bewilderment.

You had only been gone for a few minutes, and you hadn't seen or heard anyone else.

"Sneaky" You whispered to yourself as you walked up to your door.

Picking up the flowers, you smiled at them. It was a beautiful bouquet of Gardenias in an ornamental Christmas colored vase. You smelled them as you made your way into your room.

You knew it was a well known fact that you loved flowers, and often knew the meaning behind them, enjoying the symbolism of each individual flower. You were teased by some of the others about this in the past, which didn't really narrow down who might be your secret Santa.

"Gardenias" You muttered to yourself as you tried to remember the meaning behind them.

Seeing a small note in the flowers, you pulled it out to see a short typed note.

'There's importance in the symbolism.'

You smiled as you remembered saying this once when the others were teasing you about why you were so determined to get the right flowers for someone as a gift.

Thinking back to that moment, you tried to remember who was in the room. Maverick, Hangman, Rooster, Bob, Fanboy and Coyote. Well, that doesn't narrow it down much.

"Appreciation? No, that's not it. Joy!" You knew that was at least one of them.

Setting the flowers on your table, you pulled out your phone to look it up. As you scrolled through the meaning of gardenias, your eyes caught on one particular meaning.

"Secret Love?" You asked softly, your heart beating heavily in your chest.

No, it could be the 'you're lovely' meaning. Just a friendly message. Not an admission. Unless it was?

As someone popped into your head, you felt a mild sense of hope, before you pushed it away. It might be a mistake. They may not have seen the meaning of gardenias as secret love.

You decided not to focus on this too much. Not until you knew more, maybe the next gift would tell you?

Hearing your alarm, you made your way out of your room for your next test flight. You took one last look at the flowers as you went.

As much as you tried, the idea of the flowers left for you being a confession stuck in your mind. You couldn't help but look at the others, wondering if it could be any of them.

You had hopeful thoughts for one, but that was all it was. Hope. There wasn't anything that made it seem obvious that they had feelings for you. Nor had there been from any of the others.

You were close to all of them, good friends. But secret love? You really weren't sure.

--- --- ---

The next day the pilots were abuzz with talk of their presents. Each trying to trick their Secret Santa into giving themselves away. Everyone eyed each other with suspicious gazes.

Natasha briefly mentioned the hourglass, and you could tell she had liked it. That was all the gratification you needed.

You kept your present to yourself, knowing that everyone would tease you about the flowers. Asking what their meaning was. You didn't want to out the meaning in case it was a mistake. So you played coy, only making everyone else more curious.

"Maybe their secret Santa forgot to give them their present?" Fanboy asked as he eyed you, his chin resting on the back of the chair in front of him.

You smiled softly at him and made a motion of a zipper across your lips as you looked to the front of the class as Maverick entered.

"Alright everyone, I know you are all talking about your secret Santa's Anyone get caught leaving a present?"

The was silence among the crowd and Maverick smiled "Good, stealth is important, I'd be disappointed if anyone got caught."

You were nervous to head back to your room after training. Expecting another present to be left for you. There was an odd sense of suspense, that you weren't sure was based around excitement or dread.

As you rounded the corner, and your eyes locked onto your door, you felt an odd pang in your chest as you saw nothing sitting at your door. Maybe they hadn't had time to leave it? Maybe they changed their mind on the prssent?

Getting to your door, you opened it, accepting that you were a bit disappointed. As you stepped into your room, you flinched as a small box fell from your door and bounced off your head, landing on the ground.

"What the hell?" You asked perplexed as you looked up at your door, seeing a small piece of tape, had been holding the box there. "How the hell-" You mumbled off as you reached down and grabbed the box.

You looked over at the window, wondering if they used it to get in. Or maybe they got the key?

Opening the small box, your heart was racing. Would this present give away another secret? Would it confirm or deny the meaning of the flowers? And why tape it to the door?

Seeing a small chain, you grabbed it and pulled it out, revealing a small glass apple on the end. It was cute, but you wondered why they chose it of all things.

Seeing a piece of paper in the box, you pulled it out. Taking a deep breath as you opened it.

Another typed out message.

'Did you know in Ancient Greece, to throw an apple at someone was a declaration of love?'

Your breath caught in your throat as you read over the message again and again. To throw an apple? So the rigged the box to fall on you as though they were throwing it at you?

You wanted to laugh, but your heart was hammering too heavily. You sat on your bed and looked over at the gardenias. So it did mean secret love. That wasn't a misunderstanding.

As you sat there, thinking it over, more realizations came to mind.

The person who got you happened to be in love with you, and was now using the secret Santa exchange as a way to tell you.

You let out a long drawn out breath. You were touched, and excited, yet nervous. There was only one person out of all the pilots these gifts would really mean something from. If it was any of the others, could you ever feel the same?

Who would know about Ancient Greece? You wondered. It definitely seemed like some odd fact Bob, Rooster or Fanboy might pick up at some point. Hangman could be a secret romantic. Maverick was playing the game too and he knew a lot about random things.

You felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety wash over you. Lying down you stared up at your cieling as you held the small apple necklace to your chest. It wasn't obvious who it could be. Would it be an insult to this person to keep hoping it was one specific person?

It would only hurt you more if you kept hoping it was them, and you were wrong.

Maybe the third gift would give it away. Sitting up, it suddenly donned on you that you needed to leave Natasha her second gift.

"Shit." You muttered as you looked over at envelope with the gift card. I could slip it into her locker, you thought. Or slip it under her door.

This secret Santa exchange took such a different turn than you were expecting, and you really didn't know how to act.

Looking at the clock, you saw it was nearly time to head out. You were all heading out to get dinner. You'd take the envelope with you, hoping to find a moment to slip it into her bag or car sometime during the night.

And maybe you could gather some hints about who might be your secret...admirer?

--- --- ---

As you walked across the tarmac the next day, your eyes landed on the person walking up to you.

"Nice time." Rooster said as he slowed in his step.

"Thanks, think you can beat it?" You asked with a teasing tone.

"I know I can." He winked before continuing past you and towards his jet.

You smiled and shook your head softly as you headed towards the locker room. After a long day of training, you were finally done.

You even managed to slip the last gift for Phoenix into her bag this morning. Having slipped the envelope under her door the previous night once you got back from the dinner.

During said dinner, hen the topic of secret Santa came up, you tried to pay attention To hints of who might be your secret Santa. But you learned nothing, everyone was keeping it close to their chests.

Today was the last day of the Secret Santa exchange. By eight this evening you had to give Maverick a slip of paper with your guess on it. You had yet to receive your third gift, and had yet to figure out who it was.

Opening your locker, you watched as an envelope fell to the floor. You looked around, seeing and hearing no one else in the room. Picking it up, you opened it, with your heart beating faster than before.

The third gift, what would it be? A full length confession? A gift card?

As you pulled two slips of paper out, your mouth opened slightly in surprise.

One slip was a ticket to a Christmas festival behind held about an hour away tomorrow night. You had wanted to go, but the tickets sold out too fast.

The second piece of paper was a short note, once again typed out.

'I have the other ticket, find me there.'

You stared at the paper in contemplation. So they had every intention of you finding out who they were after all. 'Find me there.'

It had to be someone who knew you wanted to go to the festival. Who did you mention it to?

Thinking back on it you sighed. Five of them knew about the ticket. That hardly narrowed it down. Though you were still aware that that specific someone always on your mind was one of them.

Tucking the ticket and note back into the envelope you put it in your duffle. You needed to decide what to do.

Not only who to guess, but whether or not you were ready to find out who they were. To find out who apparently had hidden feelings for you.

Your mind was heavy with uncertainty as you headed to Maverick's office at the end of the day. As you knocked on the door and handed him the paper, your heart was never steady.

You didn't know who you would find at the festival tomorrow, but you knew who you wanted it to be. Whether or not it was them, you would go, you had to. And if it was someone that you didn't have feelings for, well, you would deal with it then. No matter what.

Even with the nerve wracking thought it was unrequited love you might be finding at the festival, the hope that it was not unrequited, that it was a shared feeling, hidden between the two of you, made it worth the risk.

You just hoped you still thought that tomorrow.

xx End xx

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[sometimes-i-write-good]

¿Quieres bailar conmigo?

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

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

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Genre: fluff

CW: overload of charisma

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mickey,” you whine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“¿Quieres bailar conmigo?”

“Mickey…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sighed. “Do you?”

“Yes, I’m hungry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mickey laughed. “But?”

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

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

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[notaboutroses]

@somerandomdudelmao Oops my hand slipped-

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When Raph died the first time, he hadn’t expected to be brought back to life. But before he could take Karai’s hand and pass on, Mikey’s ninpo dragged him back into the mortal world. There, he’d lived the rest of his days as a robot built by Donnie. He didn’t mind if he could continue to help and protect his family.

But when Leo dropped the question, he knew that was it. Raph was never going to refuse it. The thought didn’t even cross his mind. Their generator was failing and the only other one left was the one in his chest. 

If the Resistance was to survive, then they needed it.

Even as Leo begged him to refuse, even as Mikey cried, even as Casey plead for him to not go through with it, he knew that his days on the mortal plane were over.

Ascension to the spirit realm was a lot easier this time. He could watch for a while as the engineers hooked the robot's body up with powerlines and distributors. He watched until he sensed a presence behind him. When he turned, his Gram Gram was standing there.

She offered him her hand. “Are you ready to go?”

Raph chuckled wistfully. “I’m a bit overdue, ain’t I?” He took her hand. The pair floated away from the scene, scattering into light particles. He could still sense her. “There is someone waiting for you, child.”

Donnie.

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Life as a spirit was quite… interesting. At least, according to Hamtato Donatello. He could watch over his brothers whenever he wanted. See, but never speak.

Yes, he had been trying to reach his brothers’ ninpo. However, something was messing with his connection. No matter how hard he focused or tried to manifest himself, it just wasn’t enough.

So when he witnessed the events surrounding Raph, he’d almost felt… relieved. He didn’t wish death upon any of his brothers, but to be able to see one of them again and actually touch him filled him with a sense of longing.

When Karai returned with his brother in tow, Donnie was already waiting. And he knew that Raph knew.

He and the snapper locked gazes. There was one beat of silence and then he felt Raph’s arms around him. And he was warm.

The genius cried. He cried his eyes out, sobbing against Raph’s shoulder. It had genuinely amazed him that spirits were able to cry, but here he was. Raph just hugged him tightly, even lifting him into the air.

After a moment that could’ve lasted years or just a heartbeat, he chuckled and patted Raph’s arm. “Okay, big guy. Can you put me down now?”

Raph stared at him, seemingly taking that in offense, but obliged. He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, Don. I promised Mikey that I would.”

Donnie looked Raph over. His brother looked so… normal. He’d returned to the Raph they all knew and loved before the incident and the consequent robot ordeal. It was almost as if the apocalypse never happened. Gone was the Raph-chasm, his worry lines having been reduced to a less intimidating size. He had his snaggle-toothed grin back and it was lighting up the entire realm.

Before the two could even calm down from the experience, a third spirit joined their side. And while Donnie had had time to adjust to this all, Raph certainly had not.

“Dad…?”

Splinter looked the same, but at the same time, he looked so much younger than Raph could ever remember him to be. Their father smiled at him and patted his leg. “Hello Red,” he said gently.

Raph kneeled and took his dad in a proper, tight, hug. He squeezed him happily. Luckily spirits couldn’t feel pain. Splinter laughed like he always did and hugged him back with his tiny rat arms. “I’m glad to see you again,” he said softly.

Raph was crying now too, an onslaught of emotions overwhelming him. For a while, he just listened to the soothing whispers of his father and focused on the gentle sensation of Donnie rubbing his shell.

It was safe to say that they didn’t let go for a while.

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[boxwinebaddie]

CAN YOU SHARE THE FANART OF YERSEY WITH US?

oh my gosh!! it's simply kyle, ofc; i was just projecting.

and it's this lovely, lovely, talented piece of art drawn by equally lovely and talented mikisuwu! <3 who is actually selling prints, so if you've got some spare change, i'd suggest throwing it their way! i don't get paid for another two weeks ( lame ) but i know the second i do, i'm putting my boyfriend on the inspiration wall by my desk.

also...if you need to chug some water after lookin at that.

Wowza.

listen tho!! *ravenstan vc* pero like!!! the updo with the two curly strands front strands framing his face, all the little freckles, his forearms??? bitch the sweaty yersey face wipe and Washboard Ab Flash combo??? the rosacea??? tHE STAR OF DAVID NECKLACE???

i just...i gotta do it. i have to write basketball yersey.

if i don’t i fear i will literally pass away.

this did so many things to my brain; it's just the right answer. and while rp and i were having insane girlie simp kyle hours, which are 24-fuckin-7 on our cell block, i was talking about that very thing and riles was like, i have a brilliant idea, which resembles all her ideas because she is a genius, and suggested that, similar to how ravenstan plays in celebrity hockey tournaments for charity...

what if u had jers play in a celebrity charity b-ball game?

which...I Know, Right?

they should put my girl on masterchef…

…the way that she's cooking.

but that's not all! she also mentioned that it could be interestin to set it during the ravesey divorce OR post divorce when they're back

...so i had an interesting ~Choice~ to make.

very interesting indeed, darlings.

which normally, is not a difficult one, given that contrary to cooking, my specialty is burning everything to a crisp. i just...me x angst. :)

but dw: i see the angry mob forming in my inbox. like ya, ya, i know i know: boo hiss! nina is so mean and nasty! nina Never lets the boys be happy! >:( we're always in hell, its so hot, we have to drink our tears to get water, yadda, yadda, yadda, tomato, tomato, tomato

( pretty good, right? ;) xx )

sooooooo...i decided to be Kind.

*and the crowd goes wIIIILLLLLD*

bc i figured since we already have the vampire music video para that i will hopefully finish writing at some point ( fml y’all should see my gdocs ) that is a hot mess, emphasis hot, and during the infamous divorce mean old nina cruelly inflicted upon our dear, sweet boys.

i felt that it was only right and fair that you get a little water ( or a lot of water because kyle do be sweating and glistening and pouring an entire water bottle over his head like we're watching bball magic mike and shaking his beautiful lucious hair out like were in a gay loreal hair commercial ) so you can have extremely happy and in love ( everyone clap because kyle can say i love you ) ravenstan and jersey kyle wherein kyle is doing sexc jew jersey basketball jock boy things and stan is bein a rabid kyle fanboy raven in the orange eye shadow and the k choker and the yersey <3 t-shirt & big sign, displayin absolute down horrendous simp behavior in the stan(d)s.

Uncle Nina…Writing Something Nice.

what a novel concept.

*jersey vc* everybody clap for this cocksucka!!!

heeeeelp shsksk. but!!! don’t get too comfortable!! because this a once in a lifetime moment, and don’t worry darlings, it wouldn’t be comfort…

with a little hurt first, would it? ;)

*whumpshot wizard rp vc* nOW I WASNT GONNA SAY YOU SHOULD INJURE SOMEONE BUT SHSKSK

sigh…i can’t believe it.

a fluffy whumpshot from mean-a.

it’s crazy what bad in the best sense of the word ;))))) fan art and a good internet marriage can do to you.

and you, my friends.

stay tuned. <3

-uncle nina, reformed(?) empress of erroneous evil

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[thewulf]

heyooo, i really love all of your writings, and you are very talented 🥺🫶

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). however, mickey always ensuring you that he will be okay cause he has your dad and the daggers. sooner, you got message that mav and mickey were the main in this mission, you got so worried because you did not know the survivors. when they got home, you felt relieve that both of them were save (kinda you hug mickey first, checking he had scratch/bruise and mav's like "okay, you forget about the old man").

thank you so much! cheers 💁‍♀️

AHHH YES YOU CAN. I haven't written for Mickey and this is just ahhh so cute. I feel like reader has to be a jet mechanic or something. She's always around the team but doesn't actually fly. You got it!

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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

#m's hundred celly #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #mickey garica x reader #fanboy x reader #mickey fanboy garcia fluff #mickey fanboy garcia oneshot #mickey fanboy garcia imagine #mickey garcia oneshot #mickey garcia imagine #fanboy imagine #fanboy oneshot #fanboy fluff #fluff #mickey fanboy garcia #mickey garcia #fanboy

[t4tdanvis]

Funfact of today; the first Aphmau video I watched was "Dante and Travis the show". I had no idea what was going on. Or why his head was on a pillow. I thought Travis was a famous actor and that Dante was some massively gay fanboy.

HELP THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME???

#❄.txt #ask box #i cant even imagine that being someones introduction to aphmau #but tbh? dante IS a massively gay travis fanboy u were right about that /j #idk the first aphmau video i watched #i mainly watched the minigames a lot #didnt watch a ton of the main serieses. just rewatched the minigames about a billion times /hj #i really wanna write oneshots based on those never have i ever minigames. except make them gayer #the nostalgia yknow?

[darkherolovercroissant]

It Ends Here

Simon Ghost Riley x Fem Reader

Warnings:Mentions of smut. (I’m only here to make toxic fanboys uncomfortable) mature themes & Language. Minors please go away.

Library 📚

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“It ends here” he huffs after he comes down from the high.

I smirk and trace the tattoos on his forearm while resting my head on his shoulder.

“You always say that, yet you’re the one that jumps into my bed whenever you need a release. Seems as though you have a hard time following your own word.” I snicker

“I mean it this time, no more after tonight. It’s getting to Soap.” He growled

“That muppet couldn’t find his way out of a wet paper bag.” I huff and get up to retrieve my clothes.

“I thought you liked him?” He teased

“I did until he started being a dick.” I reply

“Get used to it. That’s soap in a nutshell.”

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“Where’s Ghost?” You ask as the team stands overlooking the explosion.

“Hopefully in the explosion” soap hissed

“Aww is little soap mad?” Roach teases

“Want me to knock your ass out?” He replied

You just laugh and shake your head. You could see Price was like an exhausted father with his many troubling children. Now he lost one somewhere and the rest were about to go at it like there was no tomorrow.

“Bring your kid to work days suck” the familiar deep voice sighs as they approach from behind.

“And where the fuck were you!?” Soap yells as Simon joins your side.

“Off smelling the roses.” He shrugs before following Price

“You are the biggest disappointment I’ve ever seen” Soap continues his bickering as he followed behind Simon.

“Y/n would have to disagree.” Gaz smirks

“Wait what?” Soap stops abruptly causing me to smack right into him.

“Oh yeah. Last night, I heard them going at it like rabbits.” He laughs

As we head to our evacuation point, Soap continues to ask questions, but Simon and I just ignore him while Gaz is the one that answers them.

“Can’t believe you’d sleep with that muppet” Soap mutters as he glared at Simon who just flips him off.

“Jealous?” I tease

“Pfft you wish lass. I just don’t want any little ghosts running around. Bad enough I have to deal with him, we don’t need any more.”

I just laugh as we return home from this mission.

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It was 9:37pm when a firm knock came on my door. Pulling it open to see Riley standing there, I smirk as he rolls his eyes before pushing in the door and then carrying me to my bed.

“It ends here” I mock in a horrible English accent.

“Shut up.” He replies before removing any article of clothing.

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Happily eating my lunch, Gaz comes to join me at the table along with Soap.

“Oh god Riley! Right there!” Gaz mocks what I guess I sounded like last night causing Soap to curse before leaving followed by loud laughter from both Gaz and I.

“He must be good if he can keep you going that long. I was wondering if you guys were ever going to stop.” He laughs

“I’m so sorry Gaz” I blush

“Don’t worry about it. It’s worth seeing Soap all pissy”

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As I was about to head to bed, Soap yells from down the hall.

“I swear if I hear you two tonight, I’m gonna cut his dick off!”

“At least buy me dinner before you touch me you prick.” Riley huffs as he enters the room before me.

“You’re in a very calm mood for just being threatened.” I tease.

“I’d love to see that muppet take me. I’d break his neck before he could blink.” He replied

“So let me guess. It ends here?” I smirk as my hand reaches out for his bicep. They were very well built from years of training and the way his body had been sculpted from over the years makes your mouth water.

“It ends here” he says before pulling me closer.

“So I’ll expect you tomorrow in my bed as well.” I tease

“And the day after that and then the day after that.” He hums before lifting his mask up to kiss me.

“Can’t wait.” I moan as his lips latch onto my neck as I hear him undoing his belt before picking me up and carrying me to my bed.

#short stories #simon ghost riley #oneshot #reader is female #x fem reader #call of duty fanfic #I’m here to make toxic fanboys uncomfortable #Simon ghost Riley x fem reader #please enjoy #fanfic #darkherolovercroissant #fluff #mentions of smut #enjoy this before someone somehow finds this problematic

[marrziy]

Quando eu tiver um público maior por aqui, vou fazer enquetes pra vocês decidirem qual imagine eu irei escrever, pq eu decidir sozinho leva tempo demais, sou indeciso pra caramba

#imagines #male reader #fanboy #imagine #leitor masculino #male!reader #x male reader #fanfic #wattpad #oneshot

[slusheeduck]

I decided to pick up Teldryn Sero after the sexyman contest and I get it now.

#The man practically oneshotted a dragon and I had to stop to fan myself for a minute #I do like the headcanon I've seen that he's the Nerevarine #Mostly because he has to follow Lleras Morvayn aka the Tribunal's number 1 4th era fanboy #'Do you know about Almalexia? I wish I'd been around during her reign. Just imagine what it must have been like #to have a god so full of love and mercy right there! She must have been the gentlest entity in all of Nirn.' #Teldryn Sero viscerally recalling fighting his ex-wife to the death: 'huh yeah wild let's stop talking now.'