#Mickey Garcia x female reader

[ohtobeleah]

Continental Breakfast // Mickey Garcia

Summary: When the Daggers disperse back to their respective states and postings—Mickey Garcia goes home to the wife, the best friend and the significant other that is to this day, the greatest continental breakfast around.

Warnings: Pure Fluff & Smut. Minors DNE. Mickey Fanboy Garcia x F!wife reader. Female Receiving Oral. Mickey simp Garcia. Early trimester pregnancy.

Word Count: 4.1k

Author Note: Plot who? This is just Mr Simp Garcia reuniting with reader wife after the Dagger Mission. This also proves I’m capable of doing good things. I’m not just my angst. And shout out to @mandylove1000 because this is all the fluff you’re getting

The sun had barely risen over the horizon, the thought had yet to cross its mind as the clock beside your bed ticked over in the silence of the early morning darkness. 

Your bed had never felt warmer, more inviting, more comfortable or more peaceful than it did in the moment as a gentle morning breeze crept in and carried the long burlap drapes that stretched the length of your window with it. 

In the quiet of your bedroom that had yet to be blessed with the light of day you sank a little deeper into the mattress with a hum that resembled something of a purr. Your lips curled up into your cheeks as you felt yourself being drawn into a warmth that rivalled Venus itself. Mickey Garcia ran hot like a furnace, his skin radiated a heat that made you tremble but brought you solace all at once, his very aura drew you in like a moth to a flame. You were unable to break the trance his smile cast on you or the spell his laugh had you under. 

“S’early —“ Strong arms drew you into Mickey's chest as he pressed himself up against the swell of your ass. The satin nighty that adorned your curves had been the only thing separating your skin from your husband’s. “Go back to sleep.” You exhaled a drawn out sigh that earned you a few butterfly-like kisses to your shoulder as you sunk deeper and closer into your husband's warm embrace. “You Government owned men with your ridiculous internal alarm clock’s piss me off.” 

Mickey chuckled as he trailed a gently hand across your stomach—with intent behind his movements, he slowly crept down your satin clad stomach up to your hip and stopped to play with the slightly frayed hem that kept your body wrapped up like a present sitting pretty and poised under the tree on Christmas morning. All for him. You were his wife, Mrs Mickey Fanboy Garcia. His best friend, the love of his life, his better half and significant other. You were Mickey's internal present that kept on giving, no matter how many times he unwrapped your layers, you would still make him feel like that giddy high school teenager who got to see your boobs for the first time in the art supply closet. 

“Six weeks away from you made me a crazed man amor.” There was a morning husk so prominent in your husband's voice as he peppered your supple skin with delicate kisses you couldn’t resist. With heavy eyelids and a whimper that resembled something meekly pathetic you rolled onto your back as Mickey carefully hovered over you. The same strong arms that once held you close in the early morning light that had begun to creep into your bedroom now trapped you entirely beneath him, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. “Im starved—“

“Good thing breakfast in bed is always an option then Lieutenant.” You couldn’t miss the way the corner of Mickey's lips pinned to go cheeks as he leaned in and over to kiss the junction of your neck. Coaxing whimpers and soft moans from you as your legs spread wider and wider at the mere thought of your husband's next move. 

“I missed you so much.” Mickey had come home just after eight pm. His entire body ached as he sunk into the warmth of the bath you had run him full of epsom salt and rose bud bubble bath. If you hadn’t been sitting behind him stroking his length lazily beneath the water whispering sweet nothings in his ear— Mickey was sure he would have fallen asleep and drowned in the moment. He felt like he’d been on his toes for six weeks straight. The minute he was dismissed from Mirimars special detachment he was heading home to you in Seattle, where his guiding light lived. Where his heart always felt fullest. “Missed you so much it felt like a lifetime had passed.” 

“You’re home now.” You reached out to cup your husband's cheek as he kissed the pad of your thumb that trailed across his bottom lip. Deep brown eyes stared down at you with a hunger so prominent it made you throb. “You’re safe baby, at ease.” 

Mickey had been so tired after your bath late last night that the minute his head hit the soft, almost otherworldly pillow, he was out like a light. His body had given in and thrown in the towel. You’d expected nothing less as you crawled in beside him. Knowing that by the lines that had become a permanent fixture upon his face that he’d been through a lot. That he’d given his all and he’d done his very best. 

He was your TopGun. 

“You look so pretty underneath me right now it’s insane.” Mickey had dreamt about you every night he was away and fantasised about how you tasted whenever he was alone. His fist could never amount to the pleasure you brought him. Like two puzzle pieces from the same puzzle you and Mickey Garcia shared an unconditional love that was as unambiguous as Payback's cynical eyes had ever seen. “Bet you taste so sweet at this hour.” 

As Mickey's words dripped from his lips he sunk a hand between your legs, with no panties stopping him—he traced a delicate finger between your folds and watched from above as your breathing hitched in your throat. He collected your arousal from your core and soon enough you craved his touch immediately in minute he pulled away. 

“Mick—“ 

“How do you taste Amor?” It was a question that made you question your own intelligence as your husband watched you part your lips so you could kiss the tip of his finger. You could taste your arousal on his digit as you took him in further, sucking on the nimble digit like you would suck on his throbbing length. “Sweet enough for me?” 

You did nothing but hum in response as you moved your hips against your husbands, the feeling of his raging erection pressing against the cotton of his boxer briefs made you quiver underneath him. 

“Good thing I was in the mood for something sickly sweet this morning huh?” 

“Well are you going to do something Miguel?” You asked through battered eyelashes and a taunting tone as you reached between the pair of you to softly palm your husband’s hard on. You could feel the wet patch that had formed in the cotton of his boxers as he rocked his hips into your touch and dropped his forehead to yours. “Or are you just all talk?” 

“I wonder if that attitude of yours will still be there after I’m done with you.” All Mickey Garcia ever wanted was to be king in your story. All he ever wanted was to l know who you are, he wanted your heart to be for him and only him. Mickey wanted you to sing to him softly in the afternoon sun of summer evenings so he could run in the dark. Your love was internal and pure, conjured only for him and designed specifically for him. 

“Guess you’ll find out won’t you?” You tilted your chin to take Mickey's lips hostage with your own as you hummed at the taste of him. Mickey swiped his tongue across your bottom lip as he begged for more, grinding his clothed cock against your dripping core. Your legs could not have been any more open if they tried. “Fuck—“ 

“I’ve got you.” Mickey mumbled into your mouth as he began to trail kisses that felt like sparks against your skin down your neck and collarbone. “I’ve got you Amor, I’m home.” As Mickey met the satin of your nighty he pressed his face against your stomach and mumbled against the fabric, his strong inviting hands held your hips in place against the mattress. “Avert your gaze, little one.” 

You were barely even showing, but it had been a welcomed surprise just four days before Mickey was being called back to TopGun. It made the mission all the more difficult, he wanted to be a part of it—but there was no option not to come home to you. To your growing unborn child. 

“You’re such an idiot—“ You laughed softly as Mickey sank lower and lower as he sent you a look so full of love it was hard to hold a grudge of any kind against the man who loved you so tenderly. But Mickey knew that time was going to take him, he knew that day was going to come. He just wanted the devil to hate him enough before he did so. He wanted to love you in all the ways he could while he had a chance to. 

“But you love me for it, don’t you mama.” 

With gentle but firm hands, Mickey spread your knees wide as he sank to his chest between your glistening core. He was spellbound—entranced by the way your beauty captivated every part of him. There was a part of Mickey that wondered if he’d ever stop feeling like the giddy schoolboy who lost his virginity with you in the tent the two of you had shared one night during spring break in the backyard of your parents' old place. 

“So pretty Amor, so gorgeous—“ Mickey whispered in the warm morning light as it crept across your room. The sun had started to rise just as Mickey peppered your inner thigh with marks that would linger for days on end. “How’d I ever get so lucky?” 

“Patience was always your strongest virtue.” You whined. “But it’s never been mine Miguel.” You reminded your love drunk husband as he sent you a smile that could have ended world wars and started them all at once. “Please do something—“ 

“All you had to say was please, Amor.” Mickey loved it when you’d say his government name, besides his Abuela you were the only person on planet earth that could get away with it. He was Mickey to all, Fanyboy to most and Miguel to you and only you. “Smell so fucking sweet.” 

“Oh god—“ You trailed your fingers through Mickey's dark curls as he licked a stripe up your core to collect all your nectar. His dark lustful eyes never left yours as he swallowed all you could give him. “Yess—“ Heavenly praises fell from your mouth as Mickey enjoyed his continental breakfast, a taste of you and only you he’d never get tired of devouring. His jaw would ache before he ever gave up being between your legs—he’d happily die eating you out. You’d be his last meal if he was ever sent to death row. “Oh god I missed this.” 

“I can guarantee I missed it more.” Mickey mumbled against your core as he sucked against your throbbing bundle of nerves, he watched through hooded eyes as you let your head rest against the pillow and arched your back, sighing in pure pleasure and relief as he worked you over just the way he knew you liked. “That’s its Amor give into me, missed you so fucking much.” 

It never took you long to let go of all that was worrying you, all that plagued your mind, all that stressed you out on a day to day basis, when you were with Mickey. His energy gave you life and his presence protected you from harm. 

“Such a pretty little pussy.” Mickey moaned as he pulled away to spit against your core, he took one single digit and swirled the newly added moisture around before he pressed inside you, coaxing his finger up against your velvet walls. “I know you like that Amor, let me hear you.” 

You had a special power over Mickey Garcia. Everything he held dear resided in your eyes. You were the only one he ever loved, the only one forever on his mind. 

“Yesss—baby, like that right there, right there.” You were giving in, giving yourself over completely to Mickey who lapped away at your core and curled his digit tenderly into your velvet walls. He couldn’t take his eyes off the way you arched your back—the way your hands came up to squeeze at your breasts over the silk of your nighty. “Baby—“

“Such a sight.” Mickey snickered against your dripping core as he added another nimble digit to your entrance, revelling in the way you stretched around him, oh so tight. “Love your beautiful pussy mama—fuck you taste so sweet.” 

For six weeks Mickey fell asleep to the thought of being between your legs again, thinking of the life he would soon have with you and your unborn child. He was so excited to be a dad—he couldn’t wait. But the news was kept under wraps, he kept those cards close to his chest. Neither of you had told your parents, your extended families, your friends or co-workers. The news that you were expecting was just news that the two of you wanted to bask in together for a little while longer. 

“Ohhh yes—!” Your grip tightened in the curls that fell without rhyme or reason on top of Mickey's head as he ate you like you were going out of style. His eyes were on you as his nose pressed against your pubic bone and his fingers filled you perfectly. “Mickey, fuck feels so good!” You squirmed against the mattress under the immense pleasure Mickey's mouth brought you as he gave all his attention to your clit. Those sensitive nurse endings that bundled up to create a pleasure pit, all for him to tantalise and tease. “God I’m getting close, so close baby.” 

“Are you Amor?” Mickey teased as he pumped his fingers inside you as he pulled his mouth away from your core. “Is that so?” Mickey Garcia knew how to take his sweet sweet time with you. He knew how to stop and smell the roses, he knew how to enjoy the journey and not just the destination.

“Don’t stop, god please don’t fucking stop Mick—“ 

“Guess I’m just gonna have to slow things down, take my time and make you unravel bit by pleasurable bit.” He teased as his fingers came to a mere agonising halt inside you. “We don’t wanna rush this, do we Amor?”

It was invigorating, pure ecstasy invaded your bloodstream as your husband came up to press his lips against yours from where he’d been perched between your legs. Hovering above you as he kissed you oh so deeply and with enough love to knock the wind from your lungs as you tasted your sweet sweet self on his tongue. 

“I love you so much.” Mickey mumbled as he trailed his lips down your neck and worked a single palm over the strap of your nighty. His raging hard on pressed against your core as he bucked his hips to reveal just an ounce of the pressure. This moment wasn’t about him though, it was all about you. “Missed you so much, thought about you every second of every day.” 

“If you really loved me you’d make me cum—“ You teased through a whine of your own as Mickey’s palm fell against your exposed breasts. He pinched softly at the hardened bud of your nipple as he finished trailing languid kisses up and down your neck. 

“Is that so?” Mickey asked with a raised eyebrow as he watched you pop your chest further towards him as he played with your nipple. “Such a needy little thing aren’t you?” He teased as you exposed your other breasts—your nighty now fell around your midsection almost completely forgotten as your husband saw yet another opportunity to drive you insane. “Patience really wasn’t your virtue huh Amor?” It felt otherworldly as Mickey wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked a kind of pressure that had your core ignited into flames. Like a hive mind your body ached for him. He couldn’t touch you everywhere all at one like you craved for him. 

“Mickey—!” He could hear the desperation in your voice. “Need you, need you so bad.” Mickey could easily blame your desire on the pregnancy hormones that were ravaging your body and brain, but he’d be doing a disservice to the teenage version of himself that sat in geography class pining over the girl who alway sat beside him if he did so.

All Mickey ever wanted in life was you. 

“Guess you could twist my arm.” Mickey rolled his eyes as he popped your nipple from his mouth and trailed those same languid and soft kisses down your stomach, settling where he belonged, between your thighs. “What do you say?” 

“Please—“ With so much need faced in the lines on your face and in the irises or your eyes, how could Mickey say no. So he said nothing at all as he went back to giving you exactly what you wanted. His mouth on your pussy, lapping away at your nectar that leaked like a faucet that hadn’t been properly turned off. “Oh god yess—that’s it Miguel, that’s it baby eat my fucking pussy.” 

It was truly an honour to devour you like this, to witness you unravel and let go of yourself. Mickey in all honesty could do this all day—but listening to your pleasure filled moans echo off the sunkissed walls as warmth slowly began to fill the bedroom that had once been shrouded in darkness was too tempting to not give in and give you what you wanted. What you needed from him. That orgasm you deserved and craved.  

Mickey held your knees apart when you tried to close your legs around his head. He lapped away at your core like it would be his last act on ear as you felt that all too familiar feeling start to bubble under the surface. 

“Oh yesss! Please Mickey, please make me cum.” The way you asked with such need had Mickey sucking your clit and curling his digits so perfectly the way he knew you liked with such passion and such fire in his actions, that he had you seeing stars. For a split second you forgot how to breath when he looked up at you with dark eyes that told you he wasn’t anywhere near finished with you, that this was just the beginning of a day full of intimacy after six agonising weeks apart. “Yes! Yes! Ahhhh fuck!” 

“Cum for me Amor—“ Mickey coaxed you closer to your high, he could tell by the way you tensed and jolted at his touch, how you reacted when he pumped his fingers inside your dripping core as he lapped at your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Cum on my face baby, don’t hold back on me.” 

How could you ever hold back when your husband was between your thighs, eating you out like he was a starved man in search of nutrition that would sustain him for days on end. You couldn’t focus on anything else but the feeling he brought you, the ever looming orgasm that was about to wash over your entire body like a tsunami—threatening to take you victim yet again as you trembled and quivered and jolted under his touch, his expert tongue. 

“Oh fuck!” You balled your fists into the white linen that lined your mattress as the coil finally wound up just enough to have you tittering on the edge of satisfaction. “Oh fuck Mickey, baby—yesss! Ahhh I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming—“ 

It was heavenly after six stressful weeks worrying about your husband. Sure you’d given yourself an orgasm here and there. A few times a week if you could be arsed to do so. But nothing could compare to the orgasm that Mickey Garcia could bring you—nothing compared to the love he had for you that showed in every touch, every moment, every mere second he spent attending to your needs. 

“Ohhhhh Mickey fuckkk—“ As you arched your back and rode out the blissful sensation that overcame you entirely, Mickey watched through dark lustful eyes. He couldn’t not. You clenched around his digits hard and trembled against his tongue as your pussy fluttered and thanked him for his service. 

“You’re a vision.” Was all Mickey had to say as he watched you ride out and come down from the highest peak of your orgasm. “You’re so beautiful.” Mickey would spend the rest of his life reminding you how beautiful you were inside and out. He told you every day. 

“Holy shit I feel like a whole new woman.” You sighed as you relaxed into the mattress, Mickey wasted no time as he mounted you once more, trapping you between strong arms and exposed chest. “Feel like I should return the favour.” You cooed as he kissed you once more with the taste of your orgasm on his tongue. It drove you manic– completely insane as you reached between the two of you to pull back the elastic of his boxer briefs. 

“I'd never say no–” Mickey mumbled into your mouth as you slowly but surely worked your palm over his hardened length. He was rock hard, straining against the fabric of his briefs as he bucked his hips into your hand to aid you in the process. “Fuck–” 

“I think it's my turn to enjoy my breakfast don't you think baby?” You teased as you pressed the pad of your thumb against Mickey's swollen tip. He oozed pre cum at the thought of your mouth on his cock. Warm and ever so inviting, made for him and only for him. “Switch with me?” 

“Yes ma’am.” It never took much to get Mickey where you wanted him. He was after all just a mere mortal man with needs and desires. With ease you were pushing him down onto his back, straddling his waist as your hands roamed up the valley of his chest. The tufted of barely there chest hair drove you crazy– Mickey knew it too. “I'm all yours Amor.” 

“I know.” You replied with confidence riddled in your early morning smile as you rocked your hips back and forth slowly a top your husband. “You've always been mine, always will be too.” You drove Mickey insane as you pinned his arms above his head and kissed his neck harshly, just enough to leave a few marks in your wake. “Gonna make you feel real good.” 

“I'm not gonna last if you keep doing that.” It made you feel powerful, that you had such a hold on your husband, the father of your unborn child, your best friend. “God Amor, if you keep grinding on me like you are, I swear to you, I'm gonna cum.” It had been so long since Mickey had felt your gentle touch, your loving hold. Six weeks away from you felt like a lifetime and then some. “Not gonna last long at all.” 

“S’okay, we’ve got all day.” You teased as you slowly but surely slipped Mickey's length, his erect and throbbing cock inside you, the plan had been to suck him off but this was just too perfect. Watching him wither away underneath you as you took him in inch by inch. “Cum inside me baby, I know you want to.” Mickey had to grit his teeth and clench his jaw to keep himself from busting then and there. He was a goner. “Feels so good.” You sat up as Mickey's hand flew to your hips, helping to guide you up and down his slicked cock with intent to milk him dry. “Fuck–” 

“Ohhh ahh fuck, baby, baby, holy shit I’m gonna cum–” To absolutely no surprise Mickey was stilling you as he sat up and wrapped you in his arms. He came so hard it damn near hurt as you rocked your hips in his lap as he spilled inside you. Recreating the same moment that had surely gotten you pregnant in the first place not ten weeks ago. “Fuck fuck fuck oh my god–”

Your bed had never felt warmer, more inviting, more comfortable or more peaceful than it did in the moment as you fell into a heap of twisted limbs with your husband, completely spent. 

“For the record Amor, you have always been and will continue to be, my favourite breakfast.” Mickey sighed as he kissed your cheek and held you close to his chest. He missed this, missed you, missed the way you raked your fingernails up his chest and down his side–leaving goosebumps in your wake. 

“Consider it continental Miguel.” You replied softly as you thought about the day ahead–spent wrapped in the sheet of your bed with your husband. “It's the most important meal of the day.”

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[blackwidownat2814]

We should be lovers instead | Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

(gif not mine, credits to the author)

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

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

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

Word count: 2.8k

Requested? Yes / No

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

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

Translation:

pendejo -> stupid

buena suerte -> good luck

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

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

And now you were part of that elite. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, sir” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are they together?" 

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

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

"I'm all ears, Machado" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're a bad person, you know" 

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, I guess we ca-" 

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

"Wanna play with me?" you offer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What way?" 

"That way" answers Payback, pointing at you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You: Why did you leave? :( 

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

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

Fanboy: yeah, he's good. 

You: Did you have dinner already? 

Fanboy: No, i was gonna order something. 

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

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

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

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

"Thank you, Mickey Mouse" 

He chuckles. "I'm not Mickey Mouse" 

"Yes you are" you state. 

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

“You killed my pizza” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” 

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

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

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

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

“Well, that’s not romantic” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you love me” 

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

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

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

“...I’ll order two more” 

"Interesting offer” 

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

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

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

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

"I'm not a pilot"

"You fly an aircraft"

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

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

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

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Bet on it ( Bradley bradshaw x reader ) part one

summary : everyone thought since they were best friend that their kids would be but after some unknown reason bradley bradshaw and y/n mitchell hated each other . after confrontation one night that leaves bradley in a dry spell well the guys make a claim and bradley's willing to bet and prove them wrong all he had to do was get into a relationship with the one person that couldn't stand him .

warning : enemies to lovers, bradley bit of a dick in the start not gonna lie , bet trope , age gap ( ten years hes 38 , she 28 ) this series is gonna be a roller coaster of emotions

They were soulmate platonic  where Mav was, goose was not far behind , both mischievous , both good at what they did . best friends til the end of time even if the time was short lived . so naturally people thought it would be the same with their kids and yet they were very wrong. It was like the two were fire and ice constantly going against each other whenever they got close .  there was a break she went to med school as bradley was back at top gun only for their secret feud to fire back up when she was transferred to a hospital right in san diego and of course she was able to win the hearts of the dagger squad and her turning up to the hard deck it was his worst nightmare come true . if they weren’t locked in the childish back and forth it was ignoring the other existence all together which honestly their friends preferred and as aggravating as y/n mitchell could be nothing was going to dampen bradley bradshaws mood tonight. He almost floated over to his friends the moment he step into the hard deck . the smile on his face was almost cheek splitting when they all looked at him . 

“ guess who got a date with the barista” he flashed his dazzling smile pulling the aviator to perch on his nose . 

“  nice even for you chicken” hangman nodded. 

“ well bagman you know i could give you some advice  , i mean i guess it been a dry spell” he shrugged taking his seat beside phoenix who rolled her eyes and called them both “ disgusting pigs”. 

“ yeah i don’t need advice we both now i do well and even better than you” . 

“ god you both ever gonna tire of the hook ups “ she groaned . 

“ hey this could be best date of my life and she could be the one” bradley smirked. 

Before they could even say more the door open and an excited y/n bounded towards them . 

“ i pass the interview i passed it” she yelled excitedly. 

“ wait the internship in new york?” nat asked unsure of how to feel . 

“ yes it’s not til six month from now but  in six month i will be heading to big city and studying under the greats of pediatrics “ she excitedly dance in her spot barely even sparing the usually happy man in her wake. 

“A date with hot ass woman and she leaving jesus this is my lucky day” rooster felt like crying he was so happy. 

“ in six month pornstache … wow playing in the dog park finally worked out good job” she smiled only for jake to lift her up and spin her around . 

“Knew you could do it , what i tell you this morning” he chuckled ruffling her hair. 

“ not to doubt myself “ she smiled bashfully . “ shit there’s my dad i’ll be back “ she giggled rushing off . 

“ or don’t that’s a good option “ rooster smiled. 

“ i don’t get why you don’t like her” fanboy mused . 

“ because you’ll learn like i did she’ll drop you like that no reason” he rolled his eyes sick of his friend constantly going on about how great she was honestly he thought the same one time and well he learned his lesson . 

“ people change or maybe you done something “ jake mused although he may of know more than he let on giving how close he and y/n got over the two years since she came to san diego. 

“ day that happens i’ll sell my bronco “ bradley scoffed. “ going to the mens room if my date comes tell her i’ll be out in a minute” . 

She stood watching the news sinking in from excitement to straight on nerves .  hoping he would show even a hint of happiness for her . 

“ it’s great news but we .. i just got you back” he smiled uneasy . 

“ it’s only a short flight and i’ll be home for holidays come on dad this is once in a lifetime opportunity i’m literally the youngest and female to be accepted on to this programme “ she almost pleaded with him . 

“ how long is it” 

“ two years with a chance to stay on in new york or head back to my residency here which i will because it will earn my spot on more paid job and more opportunities  it’s only two years and i can visit” she repeated . 

“ well i still got you for six months so i better make most of it i am proud of you but your my baby girl too … penny round on me to celebrate my daughters great work” he smiled sadly although he meant it when he said he was proud . 

“ i’ll have this one with you next one with the guys “ she smiled . 

“ sorry i was suppose to meet someone here and i don’t think i can see him “ a woman called making them turn . 

“ who you looking for honey “ penny beamed 

“ bradley bradshaw oh god i have the wrong place don’t i “ she chuckled . 

“  the wrong man i’d run if i was you” another woman scoffed. 

“ you sure he was charming when i met him “ the girls eyes widened . 

“ really rooster is great guy , don’t listen cheryl she as bitter as those gins “ y/n smiled . 

“ yeah great guy when he and hangman used me as pawn in their who can sleep with most women game , i think i was number 8 made me think i was special never felt the spark like it “ 

“ she’s drunk really rooster is great , he’s sweet and listens to good music “  y/n defended more although she didn’t know why he was an ass to her all time even though he was one that hurt her all those years.

“ sure look he already over there high fiving his friend “ cheryl smirked as the other girl eyes narrowed before y/n  could say anything the woman was barrelling over like a storm . 

Now as bradley looked up ready to greet his date what he didn’t expect was the slap across his face or the anger of a bull on her. 

“ you bastard i thought .. shit i thought one decent guy out there til that woman set me straight “ she pointed over at cheryl although bradley misread it  now he was pissed. 

“ whatever she said was crock of shit  trust me” he defended. 

“ so you and some guy called hangman didn’t have a sleezy contest i will not be a part of delete my number asshole “ was all she said before storming out the bar completely . 

“ she has got some nerve” was all bradley said before he storming towards the bar only he wasn’t going for the right person . 

“ what the hell is your problem  what me being happy isn’t good enough you have to ruin it “ he pulled y/n around as she almost looked shocked. 

“ i didn’t … i didn’t do anything” she stuttered out completely confused. 

 “ yeah you told her about stupid game me and hangman had … do you really like ruining things for me i mean life was great til you showed up here making everyone think your some little sweetheart when in actuality  your’re a cold hearted bitch” he scoffed. 

“ and you said he was a great guy” cheryl laughed . 

“ i guess i was wrong, drop dead rooster “ y/n walked off ignoring everyone’s calls . 

“ shit that girl defended you after i told your date what your really like jesus thanks for proving me right”cheryl saunter off playing her bill and leaving . 

“ wait wait what “ he froze . 

“ rooster what the hell .. you two used to love each other now god your at each others throat but never like that ...   i thought you were better than that .. godson or not you talk to her like that again we’re gonna have problems “ mav warned as he headed out the door .  leaving bradley looking like biggest dickhead in the hard deck head low and tail between his legs he headed back to the table the guys were bar nat and jake who probably fixing his fuck up . 

“ wow harsh man” payback whistled lowly . 

“ yeah not my finest moment “ he grumbled . 

That  sentence was like a mantra on his tongue hell he didn’t want to admit it the dry spell he was having which after his outburst completely extended it first couple of week no girl would even look his way hitting another bust as he headed back to the rest of his squad as y/n sat with jake as far as she could barely even looking his way til she ended up smiling at her phone and bidding the rest a farewell , he didn’t want to admit it but the complete freeze out was worse than before the fact she didn’t even give him a second thought was driving him crazy maybe  the dry spell was affecting him more than he thought . 

“ guess it was a bust” fanboy smirked. 

“ losing your status rooster”  javy laughed , 

“ maybe it for the best between him and hangman  they going to sleep through san diego or that was case” bob chuckled . 

“ now what i would love to see is either of them try a relationship they would fold the second things get serious” payback  pointed out . 

“ ok first ouch bob i’m nothing like bagman  and second i could do serious relationship with any girl “ he stood hand on hips . 

“ not any girl “ bob mused . 

“ baby on board is right not any girl “ jake leaned against the pool table maybe it was a risk and shit if it ended badly well he would hate it but he could see it , he could see it the moment she walked into the hard deck two years ago . 

“ i’d bet my bronco on it “ bradley stood falling into the trap hook line and sinker . 

“ you sure you wanna bet on something you’ll lose chicken ?”  he goaded willing him to take the bait . 

“ fuck it your on bagman name her , point her out” he stood toe to toe with the man . 

“ easy y/n “ that damn smile , the cocky one rooster loved to wipe of his face and yet this one was gonna be tough shit did he have it in him. “ you really are a chicken on it “ he had him hook , line  

“ your on “  sinker .

A.N : Let me know if you wanna be added to taglist for future parts

[imawkwardlysoc]

"only bought this dress so you could take it off"

Song: Dress by Taylor Swift

Pairing: bob floyd x reader (afab)

Warning(s): Allusions to smut (not written) & Aftercare

Word Count: 1,913

Summary: Y/N had just moved to Miramar and was invited to the Navy Ball in San Diego by her roommate. Soon when the both of them arrived, Y/N was met with a face she hasn't seen in a long time.

Backing away from the full length mirror, I admired the dress I picked out a few days ago. The muted gold beaded dress hugged my waist in all the right ways. With it being off the shoulder and a sweetheart neckline, it showed the right amount of chest without it being too scandalous.

“Wow, you look amazing.” I looked over to see my roommate, Natasha, entering my room.

“Are you sure? I mean is this appropriate for a naval ball?” I turned to face her.

“Yes, all heads will turn to you when you enter the ballroom,” she reassured me. “Who knows? Maybe a navy man will approach you and you end up going on a date with him, but if it’s Hangman, straight up reject him.”

I laughed at what she said. “Nat, I just moved here two weeks ago, I’m not looking for a relationship yet.”

Ever since I moved to San Diego two weeks ago, I’ve been more focused on my teaching job. I work at the local high school near a navy base as a science teacher. I was hired when the school year already started so I've been catching my students up since the substitute teacher they had barely got them learning.

“Well, the Lyft is almost here, you should finish getting ready,” she told me before leaving my room.

Slipping on a pair of gold heels, I grabbed my clutch and double checked the inside to see if I had all of the things I needed. Closing it, I walked out of my room and walked out of the house with Natasha after she locked the front door. Getting into the car, our driver started to drive us to the US Grant hotel.

“Hey, everything is going to be fine,” Natasha squeezed my hand. “All of the Dagger Squad is going to love you.”

We soon pulled up to the hotel and saw a bunch of naval higher ups in their uniforms with their plus ones. I’m pretty sure that I also saw some politicians entering the hotel. Natasha and I soon walked in and headed to the ballroom entrance where we showed our identifications along with invites.

When we walked in, I started to feel overwhelmed. Many members of the Navy and their plus ones filled the room while a live band played music.

“Oh, I see them!” Natasha started to drag me to where her friends were. “Guys, meet Y/N.”

I was soon met with two dark skinned men, one with a buzzcut, another one with a somewhat porno mustache, and one who looked like a real life Ken doll. She soon started to introduce me to them with their actual names and call signs. More of the members came and I was introduced to them along with her captain and his husband.

“Guess who finally showed up,” Jake announced. “How long does it take to get a soda?”

“Y/N, meet-” I looked over to see who came and I froze.

“Robbie?” His name fell out of my mouth.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He asked.

“Oh my god, it’s been so long.” I walked up and hugged him.

“It has.” He returned my hug.

“Wait, is this the Robbie you told me about?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded my head.

“Are we missing something here?” Mickey asked.

“Yeah, did you and Baby on Board used to have a thing or?” Jake asked.

“Baby on Board?” A confused look formed on my face when I heard the name he gave Robbie.

“No, we used to be childhood friends back in North Carolina,” Robbie explained.

“Yeah we’ve lived in the same neighborhood until I had to move to Arizona because my dad got a new job,” I nodded and pointed to Natasha. “That’s where I met Natasha.”

“And we’ve been inseparable until we had to leave for college.” Nat wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “It took me some convincing to get her to move down here.”

“Well, I had to finish both of my masters,” I told her.

“Two masters?” Admiral Kazansky raised his eyebrow.

“Yes, one in mechanical engineering and one in physics, but I also have a teaching credential for physics.” I smiled proudly.

“Do you mind if we continue this conversation while I get myself another drink?” The admiral asked me.

“I don’t mind at all Admiral,” I answered while linking arms with him.

While on our walk to the bar, he started asking me questions about my studies and why I double majored. I also talked about my time studying my undergrad at Cal Poly and getting my masters/teaching credential at the University of San Francisco. 

Throughout our conversation, I glanced at the other side of the room to see Robbie talking to some of his squadron members. We would send each other a smile if we made eye contact with each other.

Soon a familiar tune filled my ears and the room. Placing my drink down on the bar, I faced the admiral.

“Excuse me sir, but I have to do something,” I excused sir.

“It’s no problem, also call me Tom.” He smiled and I nodded my head.

Hurrying myself to the other side of the room, I made my way to where Robbie was. When I saw him leaning against the wall as he listened to his friends, a smile came onto our faces as lyrics started to echo through the room. Handing his drink to Ruben, I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the dance floor as Come On Eileen played. (A/N I just imagine the dance scene in Perks of Being a Wallflower) We started to do the dance routine that we created when we were kids whenever this song played through the stereo. We continued to dance to the song and sang out the lyrics.

“Wow, it’s been a while since we last did that,” I caught my breath after he dipped me and we moved to a slow dancing position.

“I’m surprised that we still remember it,” he chuckled.

“After the amount of times we perform this dance in front of our families, I would be surprised if we don't remember the moves,” I looked up at him.

He still had the same face from what I remembered as a little kid, but it was more defined. He was still the shy and reserved kid that I knew of as I grew up.

“Hey, wanna head out?” He whispered in my ear which sent chills down my spine.

“Sure,” I agreed.

He led me off the dance floor and went to his squad.

“It’s been great meeting you all. I hope we get to see each other again,” I told everyone.

They all said their goodbyes and Robbie and I left the hotel ballroom. As Robbie and I waited for the valet to bring his wrangler around, I felt him put his coat over my shoulders and wrapped his arm around them. Leaning against him, I looked up at him and gave a smile. Soon the wrangler was pulled up and he helped me into the car. Getting into the driver’s seat, he closed the door and untied the tie he was wearing.

During the drive to Natasha and I’s house, we were sharing stories and memories from our childhood. He also explained the reason why Jake called him Baby on Board sometimes. I laughed at the stories that he had with his crew. I guess he’s glad that he’s permanently stationed here with his crew.

Pulling up in front of the house, he got out of the driver’s seat and helped me out of the car. Walking me up to the door, we stood there for a moment, waiting to see what happens next.

“Thanks for taking me home,” I thanked him.

“No problem, it’s nice seeing you again,” he smiled. “You look beautiful by the way.”

“Thank you,” I looked down at the ground and blushed.

I soon felt his fingers touch my chin and moved my head to face him. Don’t know the reason why but I started to feel my heart begin to race as my stomach fluttered. Leaning my head in as his did, our lips touched and moved. It continued for a few more seconds as it got more passionate until we detached, looking at each other with a blush on our faces.

“Did that just?” I asked.

“Yeah, it did,” he nodded his head.

“Well, I should head in now,” I told him and grabbed my house key from my clutch.

Unlocking it, I pushed open the door and walked into the house without closing the door. I tossed my clutch on the kitchen island and started my walk down the hallway to my room. Hearing the sound of Robbie’s footsteps entering the house, I looked over my shoulder a little and gave him a wink. Entering my room, I took off my heels and started to unzip the back of my dress.

“Need help with that?” I heard Robbie’s voice enter my room.

“Please,” I answered despite me not needing any help.

Chills were sent throughout my body as I felt his breath hit my neck as he slowly unzipped my dress. I bit the inside of my lip as he started to place kisses down my neck. With my dress off, leaving me in my undergarments, I turned and started to kiss him as he led me to my bed.

*Aftercare*

Tangled up in my bed sheets, Robbie laid flat on his back while I laid my head on his chest. One of his arms wrapped around my waist while the other drew circles on my thigh.

“Imagine if we told younger us that we’ll be in this situation,” I chuckled, looking up at him.

“I feel they would be grossed out,” he let out a laugh. “I miss this, I miss us hanging out with each other.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “It sucked that we weren’t able to keep in contact with each other.”

He nodded his head and hummed in agreement. “But hey, we got to see each other again even though it took over ten years.”

“True,” I laughed.

“I know I already said that you look beautiful but that dress on you is amazing,” he complimented me.

“Well, I should buy that dress in other colors if it makes you do this,” I smirked as I gestured to us in bed.

“Nah, anything you wear can make me feel like this,” he placed a kiss on my lips.

“This isn’t going to affect our friendship right?” I asked him.

“I already lost you once, not losing you again,” he said while pulling me closer to him.

I smiled and laid my head on his chest letting out a yawn. Closing my eyes, I drifted off to sleep.

*The Morning After*

Opening my eyes, I looked over to see Robbie still sleeping. Smiling to myself and last night’s events, I quietly got out of bed and threw on his dress shirt. Walking out of my room, I walked down the hall to the kitchen to see Natasha standing there with a cup of coffee and a smirk on her face.

“So, my backseater huh?” She asked.

“Shush,” I blushed a little while pouring myself a cup of coffee.

“Hey, just saying he’s a really good guy but you already know that,” she told me.

Soon we heard footsteps revealing Robbie in his boxers and hair disheveled.

“Yeah, he really is.”

[blackwidownat2814]

Cass! This was so perfect for Mickey! It was so incredibly sweet and I loved the inclusion of the Spanish❤️. I hope we get some Fanboy content from you!

100 different kisses #100 w/ Fanboy (bc we’re starved of Fanboy content and I love Danny Ramirez)

PROMPT: 100. 'it's always been you' kisses

please be gentle, this is not my thing in the slightest, so please be kind and let me know what you think? A series of moments with Mickey, in ficlet form.

thank you for this, darling heart @dhwanishah09 this is completely gratuitous because I cannot break away from Danny’s long hair so it’s on him. be kind to me, I’m branching a little too far out of my comfort zone xx

It starts innocuously. Predictably. 

A weekender to a Mexican beachside border town with friends with more beer and tequila than you know what to do with. A cute boy and some of his buddies skipping the border with 36 hours to burn, a holiday fling that changes the course of your life? 

Yes. 

You feel it before you know what it is. A warmth floods you and it feels like hands tenderly caressing your back, you turn to face... nothing. But the warmth remains. And then you look up and see him. See him looking back at you across the room while he sips his beer. He has an open smile, he knows you’re looking at him and you know you’re smiling as bold as he is.

Your heart is racing, your palms are clammy, and you know his must be too. Because the warmth that emanates from him you now feel it all over. He moves to you without hesitation and he knows that he’s never felt so confident. It’s not the alcohol, it’s not the idea of a cheap holiday fuck. 

It’s you. 

“I’m Mickey,” he smiled, his dark hair is cropped and his eyes are so open and genuine, they feel like home to you so many miles away from where you should be, as he offered you his calloused palm. His incredible grin widens across his clear features like he knew it but you just confirmed it for him. His teeth are perfect and momentarily distract you into an incoherent reply, you tried again, giving him your name. He laughs quietly as your friend gets between you and introduces you to him properly. Everything he ever needed to know. And lastly?

Single. 

You were so terribly embarrassed and he laughs, he likes that emotion on you and how it clouds your features. 

His friends thrust more shots before you and before you realise what’s happening, you’re making out with the fresh-faced Naval recruit much to the hooting and hollering of his friends in the middle of the dance floor of the beach-side bar. 

“Leave with me,” he pleads, nudging his head towards the water lapping the shoreline, your fingers linked with his. 

“Anywhere,” you told him. Anytime, any place, you want to add. This wasn’t you. You were cautious, thoughtful, a good girl who didn’t give it up to pretty boys on the pretence of going into war zones but as he leads you into the sand a little while away from the fanfare, you’re not scared. He’s gentle, considerate, and unexpectedly cheeky. 

Laying down in the sand and staring up at more stars than you’d seen in your entire lifetime, it’s not long before the conversation is forgotten and you’re kissing each other frenetically. That’s how strong the pull is, that you can’t stop and you don’t want to stop because as much as you could blame it on the alcohol, you were as sober as a judge, your body, heart and soul knowing that this was what would define you in years to come. 

You want to kiss him, you want to touch and do all those things you shouldn’t because you’re here with your friends and you’ve ditched them for this beautiful boy who maybe, just maybe, as enamoured by you as you are with him. When you roll to sit on his waist, his strong hands grip your hips and he asks if this is what you want.

And you willingly take everything he gives you. 

“‘I’m in town, I don’t even know where in the world you are’,” you say aloud as you type. You hadn’t seen him in so long. You’d never made anything official or serious, but you knew in time... “‘Miss you and hope you’re around for a drink between friends?’”

You know he’s probably not around, but when your phone lights up and says he ships out at dawn, you are already giving him your hotel details and running for the shower.

You meet his friends, his detachment, he called them. It seemed cold but they seemed harmless. He needs you to meet Payback.

“All this call sign business, Mickey,” you laugh softly. “Tell me what you’ve never told me before.”

He almost blushes as he sits on his stool, keeping you close as you preferred to stand between his knees, his hands tracing the seams of your underwear against your hip under your sundress. The one he took off you that night at the beach those years ago. His favourite, the one you’d only dare wear for him and the only one you’d want him to take off.

“Fanboy,” he admits as you giggle quietly.

“My darling nerd,” you say as he explains the ins and out of how he got his call sign and those of his friends around that he knew. 

“This is Reuben,” Mickey tells you as he keeps his arm around your waist. It means a lot for him to introduce you because he flies with Rueben and they are the perfect 1-2 jab. Rueben is kind and you understand why Mickey gets along with him so well. You figure out pretty quickly why Mickey thinks Hangman is a douche, why Rooster is misunderstood and Phoenix leads. 

He doesn’t let you go all night and when he walks you back to your hotel room well after last call in the early hours of the next day, he tells you he’s never been on a mission like this and he hopes one day he can see you again. You swear you’ve felt your heart stop and he buries his forehead in your shoulder all the while you beg yourself not to fall apart for this wonderful man before you. He doesn’t need that on the eve of something that is clearly terrifying him. 

“Can you stay?” you asked him, raising your eyes to his and yours searching the deep brown pools.

“I can’t stay long. I don’t want you to think that I’m here for a cheap fuck and then I leave,” he admitted, his eyes dropping.

“It’s never cheap, Mickey,” you tell him quietly as you turn your back to him and he sees the zip, the zip he’s downed so many nights before. 

“What do I have to do to get you to stay?” Mickey asked, his delicate fingers brushing the strap of your sundress off your shoulder and replacing his lips with it. “What do I have to say to stop us being a series of moments, muñequita, and being forever instead?”

“Tell me you love me again,” you teased as his lips traced to your wildly racing pulse and your fingers were lost to his wild curls. The curls you’d missed terribly. Growing slowly, flourishing delightfully. This man before you. 

“Mi vida... Eres tú. Siempre has sido tú,” Mickey whispered into your skin. “After all this time... there’s no one else. Don’t you get that?” 

“I love you, Mickey,” you told him, using your finger to drag him by the chin back to your face. He licked his lips, tenderly kissing you, reminding you that all along... 

“Quiero estar contigo... Mi corazón es tuyo. All these years, and I knew from the moment I saw you - no, felt you, that this was all I was ever gonna need. Say yes, be mine and let’s start the rest of our lives together before we waste more time.”  

“Yes,” you breathed, as he eased you back and kissed you. “Love me,” you say like a mantra and Mickey knows because he’s always known. Just like you. It’s always been you. 

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Top Gun: Maverick - Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x f!pilot reader (callsign: Fallbeil)

4.4k || 5 times Bob remembers your little quirks and habits, and 1 time you remember his. 

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Genre: Fluff, crushing, love confessions

CW: mentions of drinking, swearing

Author’s Note: Bob is such an acts of service kind of person - I can feel it deep in my soul. Also, I thought the idea of him ending up with someone who has a scary ass callsign like Guillotine (which is Fallbeil in German) despite him being a cinnamon roll would be the funniest thing in the world. || cross-posted on ao3

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The first time you noticed something was because Hangman had that stupid ass look on his face again. That same one he always had, the only one he had in all honesty. The one that, recently, only ever seemed to be directed at you and that pissed you off most of all. 

“What?” He asked, but the smirk pulling his lips back into the stupid, smug fucking smile told you clearly: he knew exactly what.

“Leave her alone, Bagman. I’m not in the mood today,” Rooster said, and you could tell he meant it. HIs voice sounded surprisingly tired considering mornings were his prime time of existence. Maverick insisted on calling these meetings earlier and earlier, chinking away at everyone's stability, and it was proving to be too much for even the earliest of risers. 

Hangman scoffed, pressing his hand to his chest, and feigning offense. “Why am I always the bad guy? What if today was the day Fallbeil finally snapped and did something to me instead?” 

You rolled your eyes. “If I snapped, you wouldn’t be holding a conversation with me. Your head wouldn’t even be attached to your body.” 

“Living up to your name as always, doll.” 

Rooster slid into one of the empty chairs at the conference table, slapping down a notebook, and turned to look at you. “I’ll punch him if you want.” 

“I’m perfectly capable of throwing my own punches, thank you.” The look on Rooster’s face said he didn’t trust you not to take it too far. 

“And coffee mugs.” Hangman glanced over his shoulder; eyes trained on the spot where a cracked, open travel cup lay open. Opened and spilled, everywhere. “Which I managed to dodge.” 

“Try to dodge my-” but your insult was cut short by Rooster saying, “Coffee? You hate coffee.” 

You set your lips in a thin, embarrassed line. “He told me that it was tea.” 

“And you believed him?” Rooster snorted. 

You slunk back into your chair, crossing your arms with a pout. “It’s early! I’m basically the walking dead right now, birdbrain.” 

As with every mission of this sheer level of importance, your anxiety had been too great to let you sleep. Usually Bob or Phoenix or Rooster, the early risers of the group, would be up to go for a job or hit the gym with you. You were up well before all of them today and had taken it upon yourself to go for a run, shower, and be painfully early to this briefing. You had hoped Bob would be the first one there, he typically was, but the universe was out to get you because instead of those sweet, doe eyes behind some thick-lensed glasses all you got was a stupid pair of lips messing with a toothpick. 

“Don’t be too hard on, Rooster.” Phoenix called out, walking into the hangar with Fanboy, Payback, and Coyote in tow. “I already smoked him during our run this morning. He’s fragile.” 

Before Rooster could get all up in arms or Hangman could jump on a moment of vulnerability, Maverick walked in. He had his way to the head of the table while everyone else found their seats. “Good morning, everyone.” Tired, disjointed voices repeated the sentiment, pulling a smile onto Mav’s face. “I see we’re all ready for a busy day. What do you say we get started?” 

“Sorry, I’m late, sir!” Bob’s voice comes from behind you. “I couldn’t find the kettle.” 

Kettle, you thought to yourself, but Maverick just waved for him to sit down and continued talking. Before Bob headed over to the only open seat, by Hangman of all people, he placed a small cup of tea in front of you without a word. In your favorite mug, too. You brought it up to your lips to taste it… and it was perfect. Exactly the way you liked it. 

‘Thank you,’ you mouthed at him after he sat down. Bob just nodded and focused his attention on Maverick. You did the same, not even registering that he didn’t have a cup of anything for himself. 

–

The second time you noticed something nice Bob did for you was during poker night. Fanboy and Payback had decided tempting fate and coming out the other side had bonded you all for life. A point any of you could hardly disagree with. That mission was not something any of you were supposed to come back from. So, the idea of a movie night had been tossed around, but Payback always tried to guess the endings and Hangman tried to outdo the one-liners and Rooster just had to know if he knew that actor from another movie - needless to say, movie nights were shelved very fast. 

Then the idea of bar hopping came about, followed by karaoke night, followed by trivia night. Each of which ended up in all of you spending too much money on booze and drunkenly embarrassing yourselves with horrible vocals or blatantly wrong answers to obscure history questions. You all settled on the idea of a game night. It seemed to work well enough. A ‘family’ dinner followed by a board game. Except for the fact that Payback instead of placing bets no matter if it was CandyLand or Monopoly, which Coyote would double, and Hangman would triple. Leaving you all spending just as much money as you had at the bar. 

It was Bob who brought up the idea of having poker nights. Something with betting already designed into it so that none of you had to worry about emptying your bank accounts at the end of the night. That was the problem with setting elite competitors against one another, they never knew when to quit. 

You’d all been kept relatively close to TOPGUN, usually stationed a few hours away max. Months where distance wasn’t a problem, you all tried to meet once a week. If one of you weren’t stateside, then once a month worked just fine. Six months into poker nights so far and you’d been able to have at least one every month. Every time the list of things to bring shifted down a person, so that each time a new person would be in charge of chips or appetizers or the main entree, etc. It was a system that worked with military precision. 

Until the one time it didn’t. 

Bob was the last through the door of Payback’s small apartment. At least, it looked small with so many people crammed in there. “Here, I got special plates this time.” He raised them high above his head like a prize. Large, sturdy, and compartmentalized. Like the trays you’d get in the mess hall or for a school lunch. 

The statement caused immediate uproar.

“I was on plates and napkins!” Coyote said around a mouthful of sour cream and onion chips, brought by yours truly. And Hangman started making comments about how if no one was going to follow the list, then he wasn’t going to either. 

“You weren’t in charge of plates, Bob!” Fanboy tried his best not to get too worked up over it. He had created a spreadsheet of everyone’s responsibilities. Verifying everyone knew their roles was his main role in making sure this whole operation ran smoothly. “Please tell me you still brought dessert.” 

“I’ve got dessert. My grandma came out this weekend and made a peach cobbler.” 

The mention of his grandma’s baking ensured the pitchforks and torches were put away, for now. That woman had godly skills in the kitchen. You would gladly sit down and eat an entire cobbler of hers by yourself in one sitting.

Coyote, still hurt by his duty being impeded on, asked, “So then what are the plates for?” 

“Fallbeil doesn’t like when her food touches,” Bob said as though it were the most common knowledge in the world. “You guys always insist on getting plates that are way too small.” 

He set down the plates on the counter, followed by the pie, and went to take off his shoes and didn’t bring anything like that up again for the rest of the night. 

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The third time you noticed something nice that Bob did for you was a day he had to leave early. A helicopter was coming to pick him and Phoenix up to take them overseas. Just for a few days, or so said those in charge, and you knew how easily a few days could change to a few weeks to a few months. 

The thought of possibly not seeing them for a while aggravated you. It meant being stuck on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest shore without your two best friends. You’d known what you were signing up for when you first started. The military liked to keep their secrets. At any moment you could be swept away for a mission, but it still felt unfair when you woke up only to realize that your wingwoman and her WSO are replaced by strangers.

Back soon, take care. 

Not signed but the handwriting was so obviously Bob. Cursive with careful, purposeful loops. Hangman tried to tear him apart for taking so much care in his notes during the pre-briefs before the uranium mission. The insults died out fast once everyone realized he had chicken scratch for handwriting. Funny how spreading a rumor Hangman deserved the callsign Rooster over Bradley could put him in his place so quickly. 

Back soon, take care.

You stared at the sticky note, so carefully pressed against the outside of your locker. It was easy to imagine the conversation among him and Phoenix. 

“I’m leaving her a note.” 

“She’ll be fine, Bob. We’ve got to go.” 

“Four words.” 

He’d gotten into the habit of leaving sticky note updates in between lengthy letters. They held more emotion than an email or text, and you found that you liked it more than digital words on a screen. You could trace your fingers over each letter. Pretend as though he were pressed up in the seat next to you like when you’d go to the Hard Deck on a busy night and everyone would shove together in a few booths. A closeness you’d found yourself longing for in all moments spent together despite there being no reason for the two of you to share an armchair in the common room. 

You had crushes before. A few relationships littered your history of schooling, but you, like many others who had graduated from TOPGUN, assumed the sky was to be your first and only love. And then Bob showed up with his quiet, gentle ways and your heart would soar every time he walked into a room. There were days you went without talking, but you could count on some kind of a note to be waiting for you on your door or waiting for you on the control of your jet. 

Reminders that he was thinking of you. The way a best friend would. Surely. That’s all it had to be. No sense in constructing something out of nothing. Something that could wreck this perfect routine the two of you had created in one another’s lives. 

You peeled the sticky note off the front of your locker to place inside, out of harm's way. Your finger traced each letter. It was likely he and Phoenix were off somewhere with Coyote or Rooster or Hangman doing something far more dangerous than the intelligence patrol you’d been assigned to. As you swung open your locker, you wished you’d had enough sense to write him a letter before he’d left. Something reminding him and Phoenix to be safe, but you hadn’t known he was leaving. You hadn’t even let the thought cross your mind.

“Oh, Bob,” you sighed. 

A smile tugs its way onto your face. He’d left a mug in your locker. Not filled with tea this time, but with pens and highlighters and all your favorite stationary to use on your paperwork. You usually had a pencil case with you filled with pens that flowed smoothly and didn’t smudge or highlighters that didn’t bleed through the page.

He must have packed extra in his bag in case you’d forgotten that pencil case, which you had. But that wasn’t the best part. Somehow he’d managed to keep a rose alive and blooming to stick amongst the stationary. For, what it seemed to you, the sole purpose of making you smile. 

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The fourth time you noticed something nice that Bob did for you was at Coyote’s birthday cookout. You were running late. Very late. More late than you’d ever been in your whole life to a point that you would have turned around if you could have, but you had been stuck on a highway without an exit for miles on end. The need to pee had never been stronger. 

Stuck in the literal sense. Construction fed into traffic fed into cars stopping for no reason at all fed into fender benders fed into your frustration. “Please just move!” You shouted at the trail of brake lights in front of you. All you had to do was make it to the next exit two miles away. 

But no one met your frustrated request. Instead, the standstill continued. You were destined to never arrive at this party. It had been weeks since you’d seen everyone together in one spot. Poker night had been postponed to tomorrow. Bound to be a dismal affair of hangovers and stale chips left out in bowls overnight. A slice of heaven on earth. Though, you would say that for just about anything if it meant being released from a fucking prison of a car. 

Your phone went off. The distinct sound of big band music filling your car. Bob’s ringtone. 

“Where are you?” His voice came through the other line at the same moment you shouted, “I want to rip my head off!” 

An amused chuckle filled your car which only caused you to fume further. “I’m serious, Robert. This two-hour drive has become four- maybe five. I lost count when I had to come to a full and complete stop for the three millionth time today. It would be so much easier if Coyote had a runway in his backyard. Then I could just fly there-”

“Fallbeil,” Bob cut in, “are you almost here?” 

“I’m a mile from my exit. I should be there in twenty. If I’m allowed to take my foot off the brake for more than a few seconds.” You let out a loud groan. “I’m going to stop at a gas station because I think my bladder might explode. So expect me in thirty actually-” 

Bob laughed and spoke once more, saving you from yet another breathless tangent. “I’m excited to see you.” 

You smiled to yourself. Grinning at the stopped cars in front of you like an idiot. “Yeah?” 

“Have I ever not been?” 

“I’m excited to see you too.” You could envision Bob’s own shy grin. No, you couldn’t hear the sounds of the party going on around him. He had closed himself off alone in a room to talk to you, which would mean the smile would be big and beaming. “Coyote enjoying himself?” 

“I think he might have cried when Natasha put on the birthday playlist she made for him.” 

“She’s good at that.” 

“Good?” Bob laughed. “She’s elite at it.” Then, after a moment of comfortable silence fell over the two of you he said, “Want me to stay on the phone until you show up?”  

If it were a normal poker night, you would have jumped on the offer. Phone calls with Bob had become a staple in that routine in one another’s lives. Letters and notes were not nearly enough to tide the two of you over. But today was a special occasion. 

“No,” you told him. “I’ll be there soon.” He deserved to go enjoy the party. Not be tied up in a phone call where you were bound to blow your lid if the car in front of you did not speed up. 

“Be careful. Drive safe.” The line clicked. 

Be careful, you turned the words over in your head wondering what they would sound like punctuated with a kiss every morning when you headed out the door. 

You turned down Coyote’s street, knowing exactly what you’d find. Cars taking every spot. Coyote was the most popular out of the crew. Charming personality, willingness to help everyone so much as passing by, and good looks. The combination needed for a party of the century. 

And the shouts of excitement that flowed from his backyard told you just that was happening. Without you, and it would continue to go on without you if you couldn’t find an open spot to park. Bob waited at the end of Coyote’s packed driveway, hands stuffed into his jeans. A surprising amount of muscle strained beneath the button up shirt he wore to every part. More cars shoved onto the asphalt and spilled over onto the lawn.

Bob waved, waited patiently for you to park the car in the middle of the street, and then came around to the driver's side of the car. “Hey,” he said as he popped open your door. “How was the drive?” 

You shot him a look. One that immediately set that bright, beautiful smile on his face. “Funny.” 

“Here, get out.” 

“What?”

“Get out. Go inside and say hi.” He leaned over to unbuckle you and the scent of his cologne tickled your nose. “I have a plate of food for you in the oven, on low so it stays warm. There’s one in the fridge too with the cold stuff.” 

“Bob-” 

“They’re all separated.” He waved you out of the car, grabbing your hand to help, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I’m glad you’re here, Fallbeil.” 

You saw him again ten minutes later because he had to park two blocks away and walk back. 

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The fifth time you really noticed Bob going out of his way for you was a few months into the two of you moving in together. Solely as roommates, two best friends making the most of a perfect situation. Rent was going up, you had an extra room, and Bob had just gotten hired as an instructor at TOPGUN. The timing couldn’t have been better. 

In truth, nothing could be better. The two of you fit perfectly into each other’s lives. Bob with his early habits. Having tea on the table for you alongside the crossword section of the newspaper he insisted on reading every morning. The hardest word always filled in as a starting point. He’d saved you the frustration of straining your mind over a word you couldn’t have dreamed up in the wildest corners of your imagination. 

The preference over sticky notes as communication over texts still remained the same. Left on the mirror in your shared bathroom always signed with “be careful” or “take care.” Sometimes there is nothing of importance to say, but Bob would write those two words anyway as a reminder. 

You’d leave voicemails if it was something that needed your immediate attention - talking on the phone to Bob became a bright spot in your week. You tried your hardest to leave them only for emergencies but hearing his voice every day had spoiled you. Sometimes your mind would lock on something you would absolutely have to tell him. Then you would find yourself pulling out your phone, typing in his number, and putting it away with a great sigh. You had planes to fly, he had students to teach, and the torture of being apart for a few hours each day made returning home to him all the sweeter. Returning home to movie nights or long walks on the beach or stories of students who remind Bob of each member of the Dagger Crew. 

Phoenix would crash often when she got called back to TOPGUN, and Bradley hung around often enough seeing that Mav and Penny had made their lives here. Everyone cycled through at some point. Even Hangman had a welcome place on your couch if he ever needed it. 

There was one night Jake had spent the night. Out of the blue and completely inconvenient as was the case with Hangman, but he offered to cook dinner while the two of you were at work and you came home to a good meal and surprisingly good company. What a sight to see the three of you laughing at a small table. 

You hadn’t minded Hangman staying over. Though he did scare the shit out of you when he knocked on your door and let himself into your room to talk. “You know he likes you,” he had said, perched on the corner of your bed with that same stupid ass look on his face that meant trouble. “I think he might even be in love with you.” 

“Bagman-” 

“Hey, I come in here to tell you some life-altering news and you start with insulting me.” Hangman had let out a low whistle. “Think about it, Fallbeil.” 

“What if it ruins everything? We’re doing so well.” 

“What if it changes everything for the better?” 

You hadn’t expected those words to play in your head as often as they did when Hangman finally left. It had been weeks since you’d last seen him. Poker night was tonight. He was hosting, and you had a feeling he was going to corner you with all sorts of questions as to if you’d made a move on Bob yet. A foolish notion. Bob might not be a skittish dog, but making a move on him still might cause spontaneous combustion. You were just trying to figure out which one of you it would be. 

What could be the right time to tell your best friend and roommate that you loved him? That you have always wanted to be more? 

You thought it over as you wiped sleep from your eyes and made your way into the bathroom. Bob had left earlier than usual this morning. It was a test day for the students and he was nothing if not prepared. Likely that kind, painfully chirpy teacher in the early hours of the day. 

There was a sticky note on the mirror. As expected. Longer than usual. Unexpected. 

Took your car this morning. Saw you needed an oil change. Be home late, then he can head to Bagman’s. Hope that’s okay. My keys are on the counter. Be safe. Love you.

You traced those last two words with the tip of your finger. It was the first time he’d added those two words. 

And they fit so naturally on the note. Like they always belonged there.

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The one time (the first time) you realized you were going out of your way to do things because you loved Robert Floyd when you went into the mall with a head full of ideas to get for Rooster’s birthday and came out twenty minutes later with one thing. One thing not for Rooster. 

A model plane for Bob. Before he’d gotten so overwhelmed with his responsibilities at TOPGUN to cease having many hobbies, he’d built model planes. It’s what had gotten him into a love of planes. At least, that’s what he had told you one night at the Hard Deck, when the two of you were shoved up against one another. 

Growing up in a small midwestern farm town didn’t give him many chances growing up to be around planes, but he’d watch the ones that flew over crops with rapt interest. He memorized flight patterns, sat alongside fields, and watched them every chance he got. Then, in the late nights where he only had his imagination to keep him company, Bob built model planes and memorized their histories.

“I’ve always wanted to be around planes.” He had slurred the words a bit back then. One too many sips of beer between handfuls of peanuts. “I kept them around me as much as I could.” 

You hadn’t been able to figure out how crop planes became fighter jets in his history, but more stories came out as the two of you moved in together. Dismissive comments about school bullies. Talks about how he knew he wasn’t the strongest, but had always felt the need to prove himself. It seemed to fit into this idea people created of him - always a bit behind the rest. You respected him for sticking to what people told him he couldn’t do and making a name for himself in spite of it all. 

And you loved that he trusted you enough to bring you in on those hobbies of his. Building fighter jets in the low light of desk lamps and night lights. Reminding you of the purpose of each piece. Telling the history of each plane. But your favorite part of all was when the two of you would build a jet you were flying and he would include all your statistics, everything you’ve accomplished, and, when you caught him in rare form, things Bob imagined you would do that would etch your name into the very fabric of history. 

“Did you get a present for Bradley?” He asked, hearing the click of the door behind you. There was a rag thrown over his shoulder. Bob turned to face you with a smile. In the midst of cooking, glasses slightly fogged from whatever it was he was cooking, and your heart couldn’t take it. 

“N-no,” you said, tripping up on your words. “I, um, I forgot.” 

“But on the phone you said you couldn’t wait to show me what you got?” He tilted his head, watching as you kicked off your shoes, and placed your shopping bag on the table. “I hope you’re not trying to sign your name onto my gift, Fallbeil. I spent three months finding a vintage record of ‘Great Balls of Fire’ for him.” 

You smiled at his thoughtfulness. “No, Robert, I will not steal credit for your gift. He’ll know it’s from you anyway.” You took a deep, shaky breath. “I got something for you instead.” 

Bob’s brows scrunched in confusion. “Me, but it’s Bradley’s birthday?” 

You pulled the model F-18 from the bag and held it out towards him. Your hands shook slightly. Silly considering the two of you were always going out of your way to do things for each other. Plates and oil changes and parking cars. Small things. Nothing as momentous as a declaration of pure understanding of one another. 

He said your name with a softness you’d never heard before. As though he were praying. 

“I love you.” You said it at the same time as him. And the words fell so naturally from both your lips. Like they always belonged there.

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[roosterbruiser]

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ⋆ ｡ ° 𖤐 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

⋆ ｡ ° 𖤐 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒... 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑, 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍-𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁, 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐆𝐔𝐍: 𝐌𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍.

⋆ ｡ ° 𖤐 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑... 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘 "𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑" 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖, 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 "𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐍" 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐍, 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 "𝐁𝐎𝐁" 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃, 𝐉𝐀𝐕𝐘 "𝐂𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐄" 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎, 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 "𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐘" 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐀, 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐍 "𝐏𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊" 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇.

⋆ ｡ ° 𖤐 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐎... 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃. 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝟏𝟒𝐓𝐇--𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟎𝐓𝐇, 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐔𝐏.

⋆ ｡ ° 𖤐 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄… 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐈.𝐄. 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅, 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓, 𝐄𝐓𝐂.) 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑. 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄--𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓, 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.

⋆ ｡ ° 𖤐 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

⋆ ｡ ° 𖤐 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

⋆ ｡ ° 𖤐 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

⋆ ｡ ° 𖤐 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

⋆ ｡ ° 𖤐 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖'𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐒

⋆ ｡ ° 𖤐 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃

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All Series/Works Masterlist:

I'm going to compile my series masterlists & any standalone pieces that I write in this post (at least for now). The look of the list will change as I write more. Happy reading!

Please assume that ALL works are 18+

All reader pairings are written as female readers unless otherwise stated in the description

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(Series) To The Bitter End: Doc Holliday x Earp!reader (completed)

15 Chapters (word count - approx. 47k)

Story Summary: The youngest Earp sibling joins her older brothers in Tombstone with the hope that the new climate will ease her consumption/tuberculosis symptoms and reconnect her family.  But as she settles into this new life, will she find something worth living for? Someone who can tame the loneliness? --------------------------------------------- (Series) By Your Side: Rhett Abbott x reader (completed)

23 Chapters (word count - 115k)

Story Description: Returning to Wabang was never something that Y/N had planned on, but with the loss of her father leaving her the sole owner of her family’s farm she must go back. Time spent at home forces Y/N to face the people she left behind. Will Y/N be able to navigate the murky waters of her past and present as the lines between them blur? 

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(One-shot) One More Ride: Rhett Abbot x Reader

(18+ MDNI) Rhett & Y/N spend their last night in Wabang together. Pushing away the weight of the world by falling into one another's arms. 

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(One-shot) When does it stop?: Jake Seresin x original character (reference to Bradley Bradshaw x original character)

Word Count - 397

Based on the thought of what would have happened if Bradley had been married before the Uranium mission, and Jake had been unable to save him and Maverick.

________________________________ (One-shot) Coming Home: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Reader

Word Count - approx. 5k

Story Summary: Mickey and Y/N are visiting Y/N’s hometown while away on leave. Shockingly, the pair find themselves invited to her childhood friend’s Halloween gathering. This might sound like a dream, but it’s been four years since Y/N’s had any real contact with her friend, but with a little encouragement she decided to face her fears and go. While Y/N expects awkwardness to ensue, she certainly never expected to catch a raging case of baby fever.  

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(One-shot) Summer Haze: Robert 'bob' Floyd x Reader

Word Count: approx. 3k

Story Summary: After years of dancing around their feelings for one another, Y/N and Bob find their way back to one another at a community potluck.

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(Mini-series - Completed)

Together: Jake 'Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Together Part 2: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Together Part 3: Jake 'hangman' Seresin x Reader

Word Count: approx. 6k

Story Summary: Y/N and Jake have been friends since their time at the Naval Academy. The two of them acting as each others’ refuge during every up and down. But when a death in the family rocks Y/N’s foundation the two are forced to acknowledge the reality that their feelings for one another go far beyond just a friendship.

(One-Shot) The Case (18+ MDNI) Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

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(Series) Moving Foward Masterlist

Y/N Kazansky is many things. A loyal daughter, a world-class fighter pilot, and a fierce protector of those she holds most dear. But beyond the shiny exterior is a wounded woman looking to find her way back to the life she'd known and loved. When a mission brings her back to Top Gun, she is forced to confront the sins of her past while focusing on the uncertain future falling into place in front of her. 

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(Series) (In the Bleak Midwinter)

Left with the dying wish of her husband, Y/N finds herself in Birmingham in search of one Thomas Shelby. Old wounds for both will be brought to light as the pair finds a way to heal from the hurt of the past together.

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(One-shot) Every Part of You - Aziraphale x Reader

(One-shot) Ineffable Agony - Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley (gender neutral reader)

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Nav // Mickey Garcia

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

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

Word Count: 5.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only the very best.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His family. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They’re your Valentine’s Day gift.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah dad! Snitches get stitches!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Callsings. 

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

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

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

[blackwidownat2814]

Ever so often, a fic/blurb/oneshot comes along that is complete perfection. It is absolutely everything you needed, and you didn't have to ask. That's happened a few times for me, especially with @rmtndew's "Pretty In Pink" (an August Walker story), which I've told her several times...but I digress.

This story right here, Fangirl, is another of those times. The reader here fits me to a 'T'. That's not to say other versions of reader haven't, it's just that this is one particular makes it easier to visualize myself in that role. I love all things nerdy and fandom related, and I talk about it constantly...often to the detriment of my coworkers/friends because not all of them are as obsessed as I am. My desk at work is a shrine to all things nerdy because I love it.

However, I've had some a coworker tell me that my desk was a lot. I've had my own father tell me that maybe I should talk about other stuff, and be more ladylike (my dad is in his mid-70s, so he has all those boomer tendencies). Every time someone tells me something like that, it hurts. Like this reader, I'll stop smiling about it. I'll stop talking about it. It hurt so much to hear that once, that I took every single piece of fandom related things of my cubicle walls, changed my desktop (which was Eddie Munson at the time), and even switched out my purse (a Hellfire Club mini-backpack at the time) to a 'normal' purse. I hid it all completely away.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that's why I love this, because I truly see myself in this reader. This was perfectly written and I love it and it made me emotional in a way that I felt seen.

Thank you Jinx. I had a horrible start to my day (so many things went wrong), but you've made it so so so much better.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

Fangirl

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x waitress!reader

Warnings: None! All fluffy

Wordcount: 919 (a short thing i know)

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

Translation: cielo means sky

Mickey is in love. Really.

Absolutely in love.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bullshit.”

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

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

“Miguel!”

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

You nod, looking at his boots.

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

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

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

And he needs to desperately hold onto that idea.

“Go on, please.”

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

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

You smile sadly. “You think so?”

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

“That I should stop being a fangirl.”

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

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

“Then why do you follow his advice?”

“Because I wanted to impress you!”

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

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

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

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

“You’re lucky I like idiots, then.”

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

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

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

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

“Only if you accept, Fangirl.”

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

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

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

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

“Miguel!”

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

He got his own personal fangirl.

[missmarveledsblog]

Where the hell have you been ... all my life ( Bradley Bradshaw x reader )

summary : when a pretty woman shows up at the bar well there's a questions on rooster lips only to find out she not that much of a stranger

warning : fluffy as hell it since my bet on it series been angsty as hell , age gap 10 years , fast burn because this rooster is a hopeless romantic

Friday a beautiful day of the week , one that signified the start of the weekend , one of sleeping in and being lazy . one of not training recruits or test flights  it was glorious day of the week and what made it better was having a drink or two after long hard week .  The perfect place to do such a thing was the hard deck of course a place  he know  all his life , fond memories that laced in it walls  and now he was following foot steps of the greatest men in his life . something surreal about being back even though he’s been here years now.  In all his memories and all his life though he never saw the place as busy as it was shit he couldn’t even see the bar at all as his fellow naval officers crowds the space excitedly. 

“ hey bradshaw got you a beer “ nat held the bottle up as he noticed the rest of the bar was empty , women tag chaser sitting at vacant table eyeing up the men that weren’t paying attention . 

“ penny have a deal on or something ?” he took the beer his head tilt wondering what the commotion could be . 

“some thing like that ?” she snorted as she looked to see her fellow dagger squad members coming back pouting like children . 

“ what’s wrong with you  guys “ 

“ we couldn’t get to talk to her long , jake did though” javy rolled his eyes . 

“ yeah she rejected him “ fanboy snorted . 

“ she did not reject me , all she said was she busy which she is “ the blonde shrugged . 

“ a girl all of this over a girl” he laughed wavy his arm in the direction of  the crowd . 

“ a very hot girl even bob went up “ payback smirked.

“ what are you highschoolers “ rooster snorted . 

“ once you see her man you will understand” was all jake said before he and guys  spilt into teams . 

He hated it , hated how right jake was because when the crowd started to push back either reject or fear of rejection he caught the sight of a woman that made his throat dry up and his mouth water all in one hell if he knew that’s what was waiting at the bar all this time he would of climbed his fellow navy brothers.  Everything was perfection from those eyes that sparkle or a smile warm enough to rivaled  the sun . maybe he was a highschooler because the moment his eyes hit hers well fuck he almost swallowed the bottle whole , glass and all .  He didn’t listen to his friends  “ told you so “ or  much of anything as  he strolled leisurely over to the bar or though he thinks he did .  he watch and waited his turned how he was almost  a goofy grin on his face as he watched her laugh and joke with the older men trying to relive their youth til that smile was directed at him , how  he went from wow to deer in headlights real fast . not wanting to screw it up or make a fool of himself as she got closer and closer. 

“ what can  i get you “ she smiled nearly melting him into the seat and he sighed out his order. 

Sitting on the seat he turned to see an older guy nodded and winking before nudging his head  in her direction as bradley grimaced turning his attention to anything but . it was the beer it had to be the alcohol to why words where failing him . then she came back handing his beer bright smile once more before asking him if he needed anything else which at that point he should of said “ no thank you “ but instead he asked : 

“ i need to know where the hell you’ve been…  all  my life” .

He could feel the cringe of his own words and action building throughout  , cursing his brain and mouth for betraying him in such a way and yet astonishingly  she didn’t throw a drink  in his face or tell him get the hell out but instead she broke out into laughter .

“ on the ground  while your in the sky flyboy “ she called before heading to serve another patron . 

“ how you know i’m a fly boy “ he asked turning her attention back to him . 

“ because i know flyboys all my life can tell em a mile away “ she shrugged . 

“ parents in the navy ? or family member… please don't say a husband or boyfriend  “ he winked. 

“ nah none of that .. my dad is … speak of the devil “ she nodded to the door as he turned wondering which of his higher ups produced one of the most beautiful women he’s ever known to exist only for that smile to falter the moment his eyes clapped on pete mitchell . 

“ Mav.. oh my god y/n “ he gasped  .

 “ how you know my name?” her head tilted making her look even more adorable in his eyes . 

“ see you bumped into bradley , whats it been ten years since you seen each other” pete smiled proudly seeing the two together . 

“so that’s where i was all your life growing up “ she snorted . 

“ yeah not my proudest moment … should let me take you dinner make it up “ .

“ don’t you mean catch up “ pete asked as penny stood knowing smile looking between the two . 

“ whatever gets her to say yes to dinner and i stop looking like an idiot “ . 

“ wouldn’t want that “ she amused smile on her face . 

“ actually its quiet here so why don’t you get off early since start of your first night was so crazy “ penny winked . 

“ ok let me grab my stuff “  she shrugged . 

“ i’ll say by to my friends “ he nodded.  “ especially jake” he added almost bouncing to his group . 

“ what just happened “ pete scratched the back of his neck . 

“ just fate unfolding before your eyes ” penny smirked as she handed him a beer. 

The smile on his face , nothing could take it off not even bagman when he got to his friends . 

“ she turn ya down listen chicken i’ll take care of her” he snickered . 

“ i got a date see you tomorrow, maybe not ..” he went to turn only for them to crowd him.

“ how you get a date .. shit i should of went up  “ the blonde cursed . 

“ funny thing actually  i know her well last time i saw her was when she was a kid … that doesn’t sound good anyways she grown up and hot … “ 

“ stop talking before i call the cops “ nat grimaced. 

“ it’s not like that you sicko  , i mean is this is gonna be my future wife i can already tell so i’ll  keep you updated especially bagman and i’ll see you later “ he almost sang as he headed to where she was waiting . 

“ you ready to go old man ?” she asked walking out ahead of him . 

“ hey i’m not that old” he called after her the big smile on his face said he didn’t care . 

“ rooster gonna be my son in law isn’t he” pete sighed as he watched the two disappear out into the night .

“ i mean your already like a father figure in his life why not add in law at the end of it “ penny nudged him excited to see the story unfold .

He couldn't believe the shift in his night , he wanted to pinch himself to see if it was real that was til he felt the sting on his forearm . 

“ did you just pinch me ?” he chuckled . 

“ yeah i was asking where are we going ?” she laughed . 

“ oh yeah i should of asked where would you like huh?  “ he smiled nervously . 

“ here give me your phone “ she rolled her eyes taking it from him hand putting in her own address unaware to him . 

“  so what made you come to san diego and your mom how is she ?” he asked softly . 

“ mom is good married to another mom lila ,   oh and i came to go college and hopefully become a doctor dad’s trying to get me to  work on base but i told him it not how that works “ she rolled her eyes .

“ i knew it .. about your mom i mean her and Mav never made sense plus i’ve seen her eye up some of the moms  at your plays and stuff “ he exclaimed making that beautiful melody that was her laugh. 

“ dude you never realized  that my mom and Mav were never actually together it was just to my grandfather happy  and me a product of too many drinks and experimentation which honestly i wish my mom took to her grave , my dad got me and to look like he was well getting his shit together but well he’s pete mitchell that only last so long “ . 

“ now that you say it i never saw them be a couple like buddies at best “ his brows furrowed. 

“ he had more sexual tension with ice than he did my mom ,  but my mom is happiest she been in year and mama lila is awesome  all about vibes and auras  while my mom is still navy seriousness they balance each other out “ she explained . 

“  so navy baby with peace and love  turns out to be a doctor ?”he chuckled. 

“ healing hands bradshaw  best booboo helper since pre k “ she winked. 

“ working in the hard deck ?” 

“ oh that’s just help penny out since she my step mom” . 

“ hey you got all these moms and i got no parents ? no fair share with orphan ?” he poke her sides making her burst into eruptions of giggles .  “ wait where are we?” he asked looking around to see nothing but houses .

“ well you never said where we were going so i thought my place so i can make you food instead … i mean you are my future husband if i heard correctly “ she got out of the car coy smile on her face. 

“ wait your heard that .. oh shit i was just .. i didn’t … “ 

“ are you coming or not ?” she called . 

“ yes ma’am “ 

@shanimallina87 something fluffy since my bet on it series is in sad stage

[topgun-imagines]

Frosty The Snowman

Requested: yes

Summary: You, your husband Mickey, and your children build a snowman together.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

Pairings: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x wife!reader

The fireplace flickered softly, casting a warm glow over your living room. You and Mickey were curled up on the couch with your kids sprawled across the room. Emma was sitting on the other side of the sofa while Finn sat on the floor in front of it. Both of the kids' eyes were trained on the TV. It was a Christmas tradition for your family to relax every Friday of the month while a classic Christmas movie played in the background. A bowl of popcorn was sitting in the center of the couch. The kids would occasionally grab handfuls of popcorn, eyes never leaving the screen.

This week's movie was Frosty The Snowman. As children, both you and Mickey loved watching the Christmas classic. Now, you were finally able to share one of your favorite traditions with your children. While Finn had seen the movie a few times before, having just turned seven in October, it was the first time that your four-year-old, Emma, had seen it. That she would remember anyways. The warm glow shining from the fireplace was the only source of light aside from the television.

There was only around five minutes left in the short film when an advertisement came on. Emma and Finn groaned loudly. They were definitely engrossed in the film. Both of them turned simultaneously to grab a handful of popcorn. Mickey pressed his lips to the crown of your head as you snuggled further into his chest. “Bedtime after this, Kiddos.” He spoke softly. You could feel his chest rumble under your ear. They hummed in response, eyes settling back on the TV as they waited for the movie.

The movie came back on moments later, drawing their attention completely. You and your husband chuckled quietly at the looks of complete concentration on their faces. Sooner than they would have liked, the TV was being shut off and you and Mickey were scooping them up. You grabbed Emma while Mickey picked up Finn. You carried them to the bathroom before setting them on the counter. Mickey headed to their room to grab their pajamas while you began to help them brush their teeth. When your husband returned you were gently washing Emma’s face. She had some chocolate stains around her mouth.

Once they were in their PJs, you lead the kiddos to their room before tucking them into bed. You could have sworn you felt Mickey pat your ass as you walked down the hallway. After pressing a kiss to both of your kids' heads, you and Mickey were about to leave the room when Finn’s soft voice called out to you. “Mumma?” He questioned. You turned back and kneeled next to his bed. He continued once he knew he had your attention. “Can we make a snowman like Frosty tomorrow?” You could hear your husband laugh softly behind you. You smiled at your son as you tucked a lock of hair behind his ear.

“Sure buddy,” You murmured, kissing his forehead again. “But you’re gonna have to get some sleep, okay?” He nodded eagerly. Both you and Mickey bid your children goodnight one last time before you closed the door to their room. You and Mickey headed back to the living room. He scooped you up bridal style causing you to shriek quietly. Setting you down on the couch, he pressed his lips to your temple before moving into the kitchen. Your husband reappeared moments later with two mugs of hot chocolate. You took one from him gratefully as he sat down next to you. A random movie was turned on as the two of you cuddled into each other.

Halfway through the movie, a loud yawn escaped your lips causing your husband to chuckle. He plucked your half-empty mug from your hands before setting both of your cups on the coffee table. The TV was shut off before the pair of you made your way upstairs. You went through your night-time routine in comfortable silence before you climbed into bed. Mickey kissed your forehead softly as your eyes slipped shut.

In the morning, you were woken by the sounds of your kid's loud laughs. You groaned slowly when one of them landed on your stomach. Your eyes fluttered open to see Emma and Finn jumping around on your bed while they tried to wake their father. Emma squealed loudly when she saw that you were awake. Your daughter snuggled into your side while Finn shook his father. Mickey groaned as he flipped over onto his back. His eyes opened, squinting slightly at the light streaming into the room.

“Mumma, Daddy, c’mon wake-up!” He called, slipping off the bed and running from the room, his sister hot on his heels. “We have a snowman to make!” For such a small boy, he was quite loud. You and Mickey shared a look before huffing and climbing out of bed. The pair of you were dressed in record time, hurrying down the stairs before your kid’s created a disaster.

By the time you were downstairs, the kiddos had already started pulling on their snow gear. Usually, they wouldn’t need it seeing as you live in sunny California but this year you were spending the Christmas season in frozen Montana. You and Mickey hurriedly got dressed before following Finn and Emma out the door. They quickly rushed to the front yard, having clearly already made a plan for their snowman.

You and Mickey sat on the porch, for the most part, watching your kids roll the snow into large balls. Some even too large for them to pick up. ‘Daddy!” Emma called loudly. Your husband's eyes darted over to your daughter, worried that she was hurt. When he saw that she was fine he relaxed instantly. She pointed at the massive ball of snow in front of her causing her dad to laugh. He stood up and moved to help the kids lift it onto the base for the snowman. Now, the only part they had left to do was the head.

Your husband rejoined you on the steps, watching your children roll the snowball through the rest of the snow littering the ground. When it was finished, Finn lifted his little sister up so that she could place the head on the snowman. Tears gathered on your lash line that you quickly wiped away. Just as you thought they were finished, Finn slipped off his scarf and handed it to Emma before walking away from their snowman. He returned moments later with two sticks and some rocks. “Come help decorate the snowman!” He yelled toward you and Mickey. Your husband stood, offering you his hand with a soft smile. Pulling you up gently, your fingers interlaced with his as you walked toward the snowman.

Finn handed you some rocks and instructed you to press them into the snowman, which they had unsurprisingly named Frosty, very gently. His instructions were very clear. You elbowed Mickey when he stifled his laugh. With your help, Frosty was decorated in a matter of minutes. Emma made grabby hands at her dad. He picked her up with an easy smile. Before he even realized it, his hat was being plucked off his head and set on the snowman. He let out an over exaggerated gasp. You watched as your husband began to tickle your daughter's sides, causing her to squeal loudly.

Your son came over to stand beside you. His hand reached up to grab yours while he grinned widely. A smile of your own came over your face. You watched your husband chase your daughter around the yard. Loud laughs filled your ears as your family was finally able to enjoy their first Christmas together. This was the first time in a while that Mickey had been home for Christmas. And after the wonderful past few days, you hoped that it would be like this for years to come.

a/n: Thank you for reading! Requests for holiday stories and moodboards are open.

[nykie-love-anime]

Day 2 ~ First Meeting

You have an assigned seat next to him at a wedding for a mutual friend. Mutual friend being your older brother and Fanboy’s captain.

“Hey I am Y/N.” you said sitting next to the handsome man at your assigned seat at your older brother, Pete’s, wedding. You really could not be happier for him and Penny marrying each other after all these years of pining. “Good afternoon Y/N, I am Mickey but you can call me Fanboy. “So who are you here for?” you questioned after sipping a bit of your champagne to calm down your nerves. “Well I am here for my captain. So the groom.” He said smiling at you.

“Me too.” You said putting down the champagne flute. Turning back to the handsome man. “So are you like a pilot or what?” you question with a raised eyebrow. “Oh no I am a Weapon Systems Officer. I fly along with Payback.” He said pointing towards the table next to yours, at his pilot who was having a conversation with Bradley. “Oh nice.” You said with a smile. “And what about you, are you a pilot or what?” he asked with a curious smile.

“Oh no, no.” you started laughing. “No that gene went to my brother I am a kindergarten teacher. I love working with kids.” You said with a small smile thinking about work and all the happy little faces you get to see every day. “Oh little kids are really cute unless they start to cry.” He shuddered at the idea causing you to burst out laughing. “Thankfully my kids are behaved most of the time.” You giggled out and he nodded looking at your empty glass.

“Would you like another drink?” he questions and you nod. “Please can I get a beer I have had enough of champagne for the rest of the night.” You said with a smile thinking back to the room getting ready with Penny and her friends. He returns with two beers and the two of you talk and laugh as if you have known each other forever.

“Ladies and gentlemen. I would like you to turn you heads to the dancefloor.” The DJ said making the people all look at him. “Please give a big applause for the happy couple. Mister and Misses Mitchell opening the dancefloor for us.” The DJ yelled hyping up the crowd. “Please note that after this lovely couple’s dance the dancefloor will be open and the bouquet toss and garter throwing will take place so single people get ready.” He continued as Hold My Hand by Lady Gaga starts to play.

Watching them dance as husband and wife made your stomach fill with butterflies at the loving looks that they are giving each other. They are moving all over the open dancefloor. Starting to slow down the crowd cheered as Pete dipped Penny giving her a kiss as the song is starting to come to an end. Them looking each other with so much love the rest of the guests no longer mattering, no longer in the room with them. It is just Penny and Mav together dancing a bit after when the songs finally comes to an end. Pete kissed her with so much passion. And the crowd are on their feet cheering as they pull away from each other finally acknowledging their friends and family.

“Aah wasn’t that lovely ladies and gentlemen. Now single men on the dancefloor.” The DJ cheered as Penny and Pete smiled at the guests laughing as Jake and Bradley race towards the floor nearly falling flat on their faces. Both you and Mickey laughed at their antics. “Are you not going?” you questioned the WSO right next to you and he shook his head. “Oh come on it is just for fun.” After a few seconds of debating he sighed with a laugh and stood up. “Fine but you have to join the bouquet toss as well.” He said with a finger pointing at you. “Of course.” You laughed as he walked towards the dance floor.

“Okay gentlemen are you ready.” The DJ asked after Pete got the garter from under Penny’s dress. Another One Bites the Dust by Queen starts to play as Maverick turn around lifting his hand in the air a few times before finally letting go. The men all rush to catch the white garter but Mickey being the lucky man he is catches it with no struggle causing the rest of the men to groan out loud and Maverick to chuckle.

“Now wasn’t that a good catch ladies and gentlemen. Now all the single ladies up and on the dancefloor.” The DJ said with a laugh just as The Weather Girls - It's Raining Men starts playing and you stood up pointing at Mickey as he laughs. “Okay girls are you ready.” Penny asks preparing to throw the flowers. And just as luck would have it the bouquet came straight towards you. With a laugh you catch the flowers causing Penny and your brother to laugh.

“Well there you have it ladies and gents. Please can the lovely miss Mitchell and our handsome garter catcher stay on the dancefloor for your dance.” The rest of the girls went back to their tables. “So we meet again mister Fanboy.” You teased with a big smile. “It appears we do miss Mitchell.”

“You keep your hands were I can see them Garcia. Don’t try anything funny with my sister or I will have your ass at training Monday morning.” Mav yelled with a grin on his face but being serious, nonetheless. “Oh Mav let them be.” Penny said smiling at Mickey. “Have fun you two. Dance your hearts out.” “Thanks Pen we will.” He said with a smile turning towards you and taking your hand in his as We Belong by Pat Benatar starts playing.

“Wanna piss off my brother?” you asked with a mischievous grin. “Woman you are going to be the death of me.” He starts but nodded. As he moved on the dancefloor you pulled his face closer testing the waters. He leaned forward pressing his luscious soft lips on yours. Now this caused an uproar from the dagger squad as they cheered on their teammate making Penny laugh and Maverick to grumbled that he will make him run 50km Monday morning.

Pulling away from the kiss hesitantly you grinned up at Fanboy. “Wow.” You whispered. “Just know if I die Monday I am so going to haunt your pretty little ass.” He said with a smile. “You think my butt is pretty mister Fanboy where have you been looking all night.” You teased causing him to grumbled pinching your side as you shrieked with a laugh. “Well if I am going to die I might as well go out in style.” He muttered against your lips pulling you into a soul sucking second kiss.

Day 1 | Masterlist | Day 3

[sometimes-i-write-good]

alma perdida - prologue

Top Gun: Maverick - original character insert

725 | "Don't you dare do anything stupid, Stinger." 

Clearly whoever was shouting into the radio didn't know her very well. She'd spent years buzzing control towers, stealing jets for joyrides, and making the higher ups so miserable they almost missed Maverick.

Wouldn't dream of it. She thought. Doing, though? Now that was another story.

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Genre: Canon Divergence, Angst, Coming of Age

CW: canon-typical violence, mentions of possible character death

Author’s note:   This is my first fic for Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick. I apologize for any and all inconsistencies, there are going to be quite a few. I know nothing of the military, and I suck at creating believable timelines that follow the movies to a precise science, so this is very much a canon divergence. || It’s also cross-posted on Ao3 with a lot more information, so please show it some love there as well <3

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It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

It really wasn’t.

Mav had been clear. More clear than she had ever known him to be. If you did not meet the parameters, you did not come home. And she knew better than anyone, save Bradley, that Pete ��Maverick” Mitchell did not just spend the past few weeks teaching them to push their limits out of the kindness of his heart. He did it to get everyone home.

And it was starting to look like that would be more wishful thinking than anything. Masters and the rest of those on the mission, her closest friends, knew there would be SAMs waiting for them after Coffin Corner. The sheer amount still managed to shock her. Screaming chaos reminded her of active-duty years ago. She was the only one to make it back that time. Who is making it back this time? She thought to herself.

“I can’t shake ‘em!” Rooster screamed into the radio. He never used to scream. When the two of them were growing up, she would push his lawful good mentality to the limits, and he only ever raised his voice once - and that was the day he stopped being her friend and became an enigma. Some weird variation of not being friends but wishing we were.

Am I cursed? Bee craned her head in all directions. Smoke in the air. All over the place and she was running out of flares and countermeasures to protect everyone with. Growing up Bradley had never been one to put himself in life-or-death situations. He’d only ever been the kind to pull her out of them, and yet here she was with his screams, “I can’t shake ‘em,” filling the cabin of her Boeing F/A 18E/18F Super Hornet. Stinger in a Hornet sent to take out a nasty hive. It had felt ironic a few hours ago.

Mav had chosen her as team leader. She got to choose who flew with her. It should have been Hangman out here. Someone who would have been fast enough, capable enough. Someone who would understand that this SAM headed for him was going to take him down and headquarters would tell the rest of them to fly back to that damn aircraft carrier. He would have had a smart-ass comment. “Don’t worry, everyone,” Masters could practically hear him croon with the slightest hitch in his voice. The voice of a man whose fate had already been signed. "Someone has to play the hero. It might as well be me.”

But it wasn’t. It was Rooster up here freaking out. It was Mav waiting for him back on the carrier. That missile would be sending two people to the grave, and you couldn’t have that on your conscience.

Fanboy glanced out his canopy at Bee. In the pandemonium - the screaming and spinning and smoke - he caught her eye and read her mind. Payback banked right to avoid a SAM. Fanboy’s gaze wasn’t there, but Masters could still feel the weight of his stare. He knew her well enough. They’d stolen kisses in between briefings and talked on the phone for hours at a time when they were stationed thousands of miles apart. He knew her well enough to know that Rooster’s screams did something to her. Activated this tiny part in her brain where abandonment turned her blood to ice.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Stinger!” But she couldn’t hear him over the sound of everyone screaming. “Don’t you dare!”

Maybe if she had locked onto Fanboy’s voice instead of Rooster’s “Holy fuck, guys!” she wouldn’t have made the split decision to do a cobra maneuver over Rooster and deploy her flares. Then there would be no need to scream Mickey’s name to beg for forgiveness of a higher power she wasn’t sure she even believed in.

Outside her F-18 everything went silent. The aftermath of a mission gone awry. Purgatory. A limbo holding her jet by the strings of fate. In an instant, all that changes. Those strings snapped. There’s nothing Bee can do but plummet down beneath everyone’s line of sight. She can listen to alarms blaring as she struggles to grab onto her eject lines, and she can hear Fanboy’s panicked shrieks.

“Stinger! Stinger! Masters, oh fuck no. Please, Bee!”

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

[ouralcohol]

alch asks

kay, I've never done asks.. but ask anyway? i write for top gun and andrew garfield's peter parker/spider-man... i promise i write, I'm just a turtle, but i figure if i do blurbs of certain things, then maybe I can be a wee bit faster. though quality over quantity no? I'm dipping my toes in the pool!

[ohtobeleah]

Meet cute prompt #3- getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids

w/ Mickey Fanboy Garcia!! (Imagining Desi reader) Holy shit, Mickey IMMEDIATELY comes to mind when I read that prompt! I could SO SEE his abuela doing this and reader’s Nani or Dadi (grandmother in Gujarati)

ALSO FUCKING CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!

Eeepp. This made me blush. Wtf, how cute is this. Also—thank you so much.

Prompt #3 Getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids.

“So Fanboy, how’d you meet this lovely wife of yours?” Hangman asked as he eyed you off across the pool table. You'd just smashed him in an impromptu game of pool. “She seems like a real–” Jake couldn't say what he was really thinking, he'd get his ass handed to him if he did. “Peach–” 

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“Abuela!” Mickey was practically digging his heels into the concrete of the sidewalk his Abuela was pretty much dragging him down by the earlobe. “Would you cut it out?” He smiled bright, trying to stop his cheeks from turning a shade of crimson as he flicked his Abuelas fragile fingers off his person. “I said alright, you don't have to drag me.” 

“Well if you hadn’t put up such a fight, to begin with Miguel I wouldn't be in such a rush.” Mickey hated when his Abuela called him that, Miguel. He much preferred Mickey or even Mick. Honestly, even Fanboy would be a better alternative to Miguell. 

Mickey always thought he was in trouble whenever his mum, his sweet Carino, called him Miguell–it was probably some deeply embedded signal of PTSD from the amount of times he had actually been in trouble when he heard the sound of his mother roaring out his government name. It was just a thing now, Miguell equalled trouble and trouble was something Mickey Garcia couldn't afford to be in right now as he trailed after his aging faster than he would have liked to admit Abuela. 

“All I said was I didnt appreciate being set up on a blind date.” Mickey sighed, rubbing at his earlobe that had been squashed under the weight of what felt like the entire universe. “Not that I wouldn’t have come–” It had only been in the last few years that Mickey had really started to find his voice amongst his family. He loved his Abuela with his entire heart but sometimes he wished he could just stand up to the little old woman who thought he should be married with kids and a house in the middle of a cul-de-sac by now. “You were the one who–” Just as Mickey was about to turn the blame back on his Abuela for being late to this coffee get-together she'd been banging on about for the last three days, Mickey felt a shape sting against his forearm. Stunned, he rubbed at the spot his Abuela had slapped opened palm like as he blushed a bright red, god this was so embarrassing. Right outside the cafe they were supposedly meeting people at “Ow! You can't hit me in public! I'm Government Property!” 

“No Mijo, you’re your Carino's property, she gave birth to you, you just work for the government. She brought you into this world and I brought her into this world and I will take you out of it quicker than you can fly your little plane around in a circle.” 

“I am a grown ass man Abuela–” Mickey slightly bent down to get at eye level with the woman he admired above and beyond. 

“Aye, not until you're married and can give me all the beautiful nietas and nietos under the sun.” Ah there it was. See? Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia was never going to amount to anything until he was a husband and father. “Now go, we’re late.” Mickey just stood up and fixed his buttoned up shirt. He let out a reluctant sigh as he held the door open for his Abuela, watching as she stepped inside the cafe on the corner of the street. 

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“Sit up straight, you shouldn’t slouch mera bachcha.” Your Nani placed a gentle hand on your shoulder as you stirred your tea. “You’ll end up like me, with a back that aches in the winter.” You couldn't help but to smile at your Nani as you sat up a little straighter. Anything to make her smile, anything to make her happy. Which was why you had agreed to meet with her and her friend for coffee and brunch. 

“Ah, here they are now.” Your nani stood to wave over her friend. 

“Nani what do you mean they?” You questioned as you looked over in the direction your nani had been waving before she sat back down. There was a little old lady beaming as bright as she could at you, trailing right behind her though was a gorgeous man with curly black locks that made his smile look so much brighter and clearer than any other smile in the world. 

“Rosemary, it's so lovely to see you and Y/n.” the little old lady greeted your nani with a kind over the shoulder hug. “Y/n this is my Mijo, Miguel–” Mickey's Abuela introduced Mickey as he stuck his hand out to shake yours. Only after he wiped the palm of his hand on his jeans. 

“Mickey, I'm uh, I'm just Mickey.” He corrected his Abuela with a soft smile as he drank in the sight of you, damn, perhaps this coffee date wasn't going to be so hard to get through after all. You were beautiful.

“It's nice to meet you, just Mickey.” You couldn't help but to tease the blushing man who had been shaking your hand for a little too long before he pulled away. You watched as Mickey sat down beside you on the empty chair and your nani and Mickey's Abuela settled into their own conversation, nearly forgetting the two of you had been dragged along to begin with.  “My Nani here told me we were meeting a friend here for brunch, but I think this was a set up.” 

Mickey Garcia never thought he’d be the guy who got the girl and had the family that lived in the middle of a cul-de-sac. But when he met you for the first time in that cafe on the corner of the street with his Abuela and your Nani sitting cross from the pair of you–fist bumping under the table that their chance at matchmaking actually worked, he thought for a second he maybe could be that guy. 

“I think this was the biggest stitch up ever.” Mickey agreed. “But I can't say I'm all that mad about it.” 

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“My Abuela and Y/n’s Nani set us up actually,” Mickey explained as he cradled your newborn in his arms. “I dunno about Y/n but I thought it was love at first sight.” You'd fallen in love twice with Mickey Garcia in your lifetime. Once in the cafe on the corner and once again when he became the father of your child.

“I can't deny you were real cute Mick.”

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#Leah’s 4K Celebration 🎊