#mickey garcia x theater kid!reader

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Let’s do the Time Warp Again!

Pairing: Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x Theater kid!reader

Characters: Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia, Theater kid!reader, Macey (reader’s friend), Penny Benjamin, Jake “Hangman” Seresin (implied)

Warnings: Time warp, Jake was a douche to the reader (implied, no actual interaction), Penny trying to use the new kid lingo, Mickey makes for an adorable vampire and is a quiet walker 

Word Count: 1,131

Happy (almost) Halloween! 

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Your friend, Macey, nudges your shoulder, “Hey, Hey. You hear what’s playing?” 

You nod, a wide smile stretching across your lips. “Let’s do it.” You two usually spilt the song with you singing the part of Riff Raff and Macey as Magenta. 

The two of you start spinning around the table. 

Time is fleeting 

Madness takes its toll 

Neither of you notice the group of people entering, or the wondering eyes watching the two of you having fun. 

You and Macey walk back-to-back, with your fingers curled as you two take large strides toward the center of the bar. 

She leans her back against the bar top, singing her part. 

But listen closely 

Not for very much longer 

You walk towards the center of the room only to be pushed to the side by a customer dressed as Riff Raff 

I’ve got to keep it in control 

You throw your head back and laugh, clapping them on the shoulder before taking a step back. 

I remember doing the Time Warp 

Drinking those moments when 

The blackness would hit me 

You skip over towards Macey who was also pushed away so someone also “conveniently” dressed as Magenta could play out the scene. 

And the void would be calling

They pull Macey out of her seat to dance the rest of the Time Warp. 

Let's do the Time Warp again

Let's do the Time Warp again

You chuckle and shake your head, watching her having a blast. 

“They don’t have nothing on you,” Penny says. 

You turn around, “hey there, Peggy Sue.” 

“Would it really hurt you to use my real name?” 

“Hurt me? No. Is it fun? Yes.” 

“I’m not gonna win this argument, am I?” 

You shake your head, “no.” 

She slides the same drink you had earlier in front of you. 

You furrow your brows, “I didn’t order this?” 

“I know. Dracula over there,” she points towards the pool table, at the only vampire, offering you a small wave. 

“He’s cute.”

“And nice… smart… in the navy… did I say nice? Oh, and he's a little salty?” 

“Salty?” 

Penny looks away, “I may have overheard Amelia the other day.” 

You stick your bottom lip out, “I’m proud of you, getting out your comfort zone, using the young kid lingo.” 

“And no more free drinks for you.” She tries to take the drink back; you reach for it with a hearty chuckle. 

“No, no. I’m joking, you know I am, Penny my dear.” 

“How many nicknames is that so far tonight?” She asks with a sarcastic tone. 

You squint your eyes as a relaxed smile stretches across your lips, “you know you’d be sad if I didn’t make your life fun with this,” you gesture between the two of you. 

She hums, walking away to refill a few of her customers drinks. 

You lean over the bar top, so half your body is hanging over it. “You know you would!” 

“Go find the vampire!” 

You chuckle, taking her advice. You tilt your head when you realize he’s not there anymore and pout. 

Luckily your distracted by the tapping on your shoulder, for a moment you think it’s Macey but when you catch her dancing with one of the transylvanian’s, your very confused. 

But you turn to an almost unexpected surprise (there was a part of you that hoped it was him and not the cocky jerk dressed as Daenerys Targaryen). 

“Hey,” he says, a small smile dancing across his lips. 

“Hey,” you greet him. “Dracula?” 

He looks down, flapping his black and red inner lined cape. “I mean, I guess. Honestly, I didn’t realize I was coming until my friends, who... are currently watching us talk-” 

You turn around, finding the not-so-subtle group of pilots quickly looking away. “Maybe we should give them something to talk about.” 

“You mean more than your Rocky Horror Picture Show moment?” 

You hum, “you know your stuff, good. Now I don’t have to fake an emergency.” 

“You would have if I didn’t know what you and your friend were acting out?” 

You tilt your head, “no. But the other guys I’ve talked to don’t find my knowledge of movies or shows to be that, dare I say, fascinating?” 

He shakes his head. “Let me buy the pretty lady a drink and listen to her talk about the Time Warp.” He lifts his arm for you to take. 

You accept his offer (needing something to drink that’s different than your usual) and interlock your arm with his, “you wouldn’t just be saying that to persuade me into giving you my blood, would you, Mister Vampire?” 

He clears his throat, “please, Mister Vampire was my father.” 

You chuckle at his terrible old Vampire accent. 

“Call me, your almost boyfriend? He says, hoping you don’t have one.” 

You hum, removing your arm from his to stand closer to the bar. “You work fast, don’t you?” 

“Not usually but it is the time of giving.” 

“If I’m not mistaken, that’s Christmas.” 

“Oh, right. Right. Maybe when we’re still together by then I could give you my cape, to keep as a memory of our first-time meeting?” 

“Wow.” 

“Too much?” He grimaces, finding his shoes to be much more interesting. “I’m sorry. My friends were offering me advice and-” 

You shush hum. “I get it. My friend, the one I was dancing with, said I should do something to capture a guy’s attention.” 

He perks up at the confession, staring at you through his lashes. “Did you?” 

You shake your head and smile, “no because it seems like when I was myself, I was able to meet a sweet guy who’s trying his best.” 

“He sounds like an interesting guy.” 

“He does, doesn’t he?” 

“Would this guy be able to consider himself lucky and get your phone number?” 

“I don’t know,” you turn, sticking your bottom lip out pretending to think about not giving him your number. “I think I’m gonna need to know the name of the vampire I’ll be talking to for the rest of the evening before I can decide.” 

He chuckles, focusing on the ground. Is that- is the cute vampire blushing? 

“Fanboy.” 

Of course, he’d give you his called sign. 

“I’d prefer if I would be able to call you by your actual name and not your call sign. You know, maybe like the name your parents decided was yours when you were brought into the world?” You stop your mini rant (if you could even call it that) find that he’s taking a sip of his drink to hide his amusement. 

“I do. It’s Mickey.” 

“It suits you…” You furrow your brows, realizing something. “Where’d you get that drink? I didn’t see you order anything.” 

“I brought it with me when I walked over.”