First Steps

First steps

Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x wife!reader

Summary: Cyclone being the first and best supporter for his son.

Warnings: relatively short, not really good quality sorry about that.

"Okay buddy, here we go, you can do it."

Intrigued by Beau's words you heard from the kitchen, you frowned curiously and headed for the living room. Stopping between both rooms you saw Beau standing, leaning forward holding Luke's hands, arms raised above his head, struggling to stand on his legs and trying hard to put one foot in front of the other. Amused, a smirk stretched your lips and you crossed your arms over your chest watching the show.

Seeing you out of the corner of his eye, Beau turned his head towards you with a huge smile on his lips and swiveled towards you, pulling Luke who was staggering on his little legs.

"Hey, look at mommy. Show mommy what a big boy you are."

Raising his head from his feet on which he was focused, his smile revealed his one small tooth and he gesticulated awkwardly trying to make his way towards you with his father's encouragement. You crouch down and stretch your arms towards him, encouraging him to come towards you.

"Oh my baby, how big you are! Look at you, you can almost walk!" You exclaimed cheerfully, Luke chuckling at the sound of his mother's voice.

"He's growing up so fast! It feels like yesterday that you expelled him from your womb." He says nostalgically.

"Oh oh, don't worry I remember it very well, as if it was yesterday." You say while laughing.

Being only a meter away from you, he knelt behind Luke and when Luke seemed to find his balance, he gently let go of his hands, placing them on either side of his waist, without touching him, to catch him if necessary.

"Come on little man. Show us what you're made of."

Luke glanced behind him as Beau dropped his hands and leaned forward slightly, as if looking for balance or a way to move forward. He turned his head toward you and you clapped your hands, arms outstretched toward him, to make him come. With great confidence, probably greater than himself, he lifted his right leg to take a step forward and stopped, perhaps waiting for the fall, which didn't come.

He then raised his left foot to try again and gesticulated, clapping his hands and laughing as he saw that he was still standing. Repeating the experience, he cautiously walked towards you with a huge smile on his face, little chirps of joy coming out of his mouth. When finally after a few steps he almost reached you, he stumbled and you caught him in time. Luke in your arms you clapped and congratulated him and Beau did the same joining you. Luke imitated you, clapping his hands and shouting with joy mixed with his high-pitched laugh.

"Our baby boy walks!" Beau exclaimed joyfully, placing a kiss on the top of Luke's head and subsequently crushing his lips to yours. "I wouldn't want to live this adventure with anyone else but you."

"And I with you."

Enjoy, daddy

Pairing: Daddy!Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x wife!reader

Summary: Cyclone receives an unexpected visit while at work.

Warnings: the sexiest daddy, short one

Beau ran his palms over his face, rubbing his eyes. These last few months had been particularly grueling since the birth of your son. With the work during the day and the nights marked by little Luke's awakenings, a permanent state of fatigue had set in with him as with you. He took his steaming cup of coffee on his desk then drank a sip while sinking in his armchair, his glance slipping on one of the photographs on his desk which had been taken a few days after the birth of your progeny and a soft smile stretched his lips.

He was about to get back to work when his attention was drawn to a knock on the door, which opened directly after that. The only person who could afford to enter his office without his permission, because he let it happen, was you.

First he had the stroller in his sights and then you, a far too cheerful look on your face. You never came on the base unless there was a problem, and from the look you had, that wasn't the case.

"Hey, there's my two prides. What are you doing here, is something wrong?"

He stood up and came to meet you, putting an arm around your waist while placing a kiss on your temple.

"Everything is fine, I was out for a walk with baby Cyclone when we thought you'd like it if we came to say hello at work."

He smiled and leaned over the stroller to pick Luke up, wiggling around as he saw his father's face. Holding him with one arm around his small waist and the other hand behind his head he kissed him on the forehead to which Luke responded with a chirp.

"It's a little far from home for a walk."

"It's good to get a change of scenery once in a while." You say passing the back of your hand over the little one's rosy cheek. But Beau was far from stupid, he had a very good intuition, a very very good intuition, you weren't there for a simple courtesy visit and he became sure of it when he saw the changing bag under the stroller, way too big for a simple walk.

"Honey..." He started to say suddenly realizing but you didn't give him time to continue, cutting him off.

"The diaper has been changed, the last bottle was an hour ago, there are three more in the bag just in case and everything you need to change him. You'll manage, you're the greatest daddy ever. I love you, enjoy daddy!" Sneakily kissing him you rushed out of the office to run down the hallway. With a stunned look on his face he tried to stammer something, some kind of protest as he followed you but when he came out of the office you already had left the hallway. He glanced around, no one, not a sound except the chirping of your son still in his arms on whom he returned his attention without knowing what to say. Father and son looked into each other's eyes and while Beau looked totally lost in what had just happened, Luke's attitude contrasted with his own, a big smile on his cute face, fidgeting in his father's arms, drooling on his shoulder. As he walked back into his office realizing that you had abandoned him the baby for the day, a laugh echoed through the hallway, a sigh of relief escaped his lips, knowing that laugh all too well. He then poked his head through the door and saw you appear at the corner, laughing out loud with one hand on your abdomen and the other over your mouth trying to cover the laughter.

"Hilarious, really hilarious." He says with a smirk, unable to blame you for a second.

"You should have seen the look on your face, would you have panicked at the thought of being alone all day with your son Vice Admiral?"

He gently shook his head in amusement and bent down to put the baby back in his baby carriage, wrapping him in his little blanket, then straightened up to face you, pulling you to him, putting his arms around your waist.

"I'd rather be alone with you, you deserve a little correction." He purrs in your ear before placing a kiss on your neck.

"If you arrange to come home early I think I can give you a moment once Luke is in bed."

"I'll be home by 7 p.m., be ready."

Well ... OMG THIS IS A GEM

First, Payback introducing himself to the baby got my heart jumping out of my chest idk why but I was like "Ooooooh 🥹". I want an uncle Rue. And second BOB OMG THE SWEETEST BOY. Finally I cackled with Coyote and Hangman.

You're a CHIEF.

Don’t drop my baby ~ Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

Summary: The Dagger bunch meet baby Garcia

Pairing: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Fem!reader

Warning: None really, just fluffy :) with some minor cursing but that’s about it

Notes: I’m getting back into the groove of writing since I haven’t done it in a month, so I wrote a little something to get it out there. I’ve been busy with college and I haven’t had the time to write anything until now. Also, I know one of the pictures isn’t Fanboy but I thought it fit the theme for this one.. forgive me 🥲 Soo I hope y’all enjoy this little piece!

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The group chat has been going off since the arrival of baby Garcia. Mickey updated the chat with many pictures over the past couple of hours and everyone was excited to meet the new addition. The hospital only allowed three to four guests in the room at a time, so the group chat took it upon themselves to section into said groups. The first group set to go was Payback, Rooster, Halo, and Phoenix.

Mickey, the ever attentive husband, was nothing but a sweetheart to you and your baby boy. Throughout the duration of the labor and delivery, and now the recovery process, he was attentive to the needs of his family. Right now, he was sitting beside you on the hospital bed, watching how your boy was just gazing up at the two of you.

He was a mix of Mickey and Y/n, but you both could tell that he was going to have a head full of curls. Whether it be from you or Mickey, you don’t know, but he was going to be Mickey’s twin.

A knock interrupted the still moment and Mickey watched as his friends, technically yours now too, walked into the room. Phoenix was holding a little stuffed bear and Halo had a small gift basket with things for you and the baby. Payback and Rooster were the last ones in the room and held smiles on their faces.

“We would’ve been here earlier but Payback couldn’t decide on what flowers to get.” Rooster replied with a smirk.

Payback swiveled his head to look back at Rooster before smacking him upside the head.

“Don’t be telling them that! It’s not my fault that I didn’t know Y/n’s favorite flowers! We all can’t be as knowledgeable as you, bird brains!”

Rooster held the smirk on his face and shrugged. “Sounds like a you problem.”

Payback rolled his eyes and landed his eyes on Y/n and the baby. He looked so small in her arms and he could feel himself getting slightly emotional.

“Well would you look at that, Fanboy, you’re a dad now. How does that feel?”

“It’s a crazy feeling, man, but I’m loving every second of it.”

The girls went to your side, explaining the little things they had gotten you and showering you with compliments.

“Look at this little guy! He’s beautiful, Y/n!” Halo gushes while rubbing Y/n’s shoulder.

“You can definitely tell that’s Fanboy’s kid. I mean, just look at that hair!” Phoenix points out with a chuckle escaping her.

“What’re you talking about? What hair?” Payback jokes while looking at Mickey’s shaved head. Everyone laughs while Mickey glares at Payback and rubs his head.

“See, now none of you are going to hold him. I don’t think he’d be happy hearing you making fun of me. Plus I don’t want y’all’s dirty ass hands on him.”

Y/n flares at Mickey while swatting his arm, “Language! The sink is behind y’all, by the way.”

“Your kid’s not even potty trained, he’s not going to care about me making fun of his daddddyyyyyy!” Payback retorts while making his way to the sink, shoulder checking Rooster on the way. Both men slightly fighting over the sink/who gets to hold the baby first.

Payback makes it over to you first and holds his arms out for the baby. Y/n laughs at his eagerness and hands off the baby, showing him how to support the head and body.

Mickey gazed at his best friend holding his son and never thought he’d be so happy to see this moment come. He went back to your side of the bed and pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead, forever grateful for you creating his son.

“Hey little guy, I’m uncle Payback, or you can call me Uncle Ruben, Uncle Rue, it’s your choice, really.” Payback said while tearing up a little bit. “He truly is beautiful guys. Y/n, you did such a good job.” He then hands the baby off to Rooster who takes to holding your son with ease.

“Hey there, I’m your Uncle Rooster. God, you’re such a pretty baby.” Rooster bounces your baby around the room as the others gather around him.

“Hey, I meant to ask, did you name him yet?” Halo asks while stroking the babies head, in Rooster’s arms.

Mickey and Y/n looked at each other, smiling, before she laid her head on Mickey’s shoulder.

“Joel Ruben Garcia.”

Payback’s head snaps towards Mickey and Y/n, wondering if he heard it correctly. “His middle name is Ruben? Are you serious?”

“We wouldn’t want it to be anything else. You’ve done so much for me and you’ve saved my life more times than I can count. It’s only fitting that our son has that with him now.”

Payback’s eyes become glassy but no tears come out, as he walks over and gives Mickey a hug. He then makes his way over to Y/n and kisses her cheek, looking at the both of them with the utmost appreciation.

The baby then gets passed to Phoenix and Halo and they coo at the little boy in their arms. Rooster and Payback make conversation with Mickey and Y/n, while watching the two girls pass the baby back and forth.

After a while, group one decided to head out and give group two their fill of baby Joel. The girls left Y/n with a hug and a promise of checking up with her later.

“Don’t hesitate to call if any of you need anything, and I mean any of you.” Payback says while patting Mickey on the back.

“That includes you, little guy.” Rooster utters while gently poking the sleeping baby next to your hospital bed. In which baby Joel squirms in his sleep before settling again. Rooster quietly laughs to himself before turning to press a quick kiss to the top of Y/n’s head. “Get some rest, okay? You deserve it, little mama.”

Y/n smiled as both boys left the room. Mickey had a goofy smile on his face as he turned back to his wife. She looked absolutely gorgeous, as she always did. He thought that her being a new mom had made her glow even more than usual, but he knew that her becoming a mom had nothing to do with it, truly. She always had a glow about her, it was what drew him to Y/n. His best friend, his wife, his amor, the love of his life.

“Mickey, are you okay?”

He didn’t realize he must have zoned out while looking at her. He shook his head clear of his previous thoughts but couldn’t help the lovesick expression resting on his face.

“Yeah baby, I’m more than okay.”

Still a bit concerned, Y/n patted the spot next to her in bed, wanting to comfort her husband in some way. Mickey’s heart pounded at the gesture, sitting down, and wrapping both of his arms around Y/n. A content silence filled the room. Everything was as it should be.

“Are you sure you’re okay, honey? You spaced out for a bit there.” Y/n says while rubbing Mickey’s arm that’s around her shoulder. He thought her concern for him was endearing, considering she just pushed out a whole human a couple hours ago.

“I’m okay, baby, I promise. I was just thinking of today, the baby, and you. This new life we’re going to have together, and how happy I am that I’m doing this with you.”

Content with his answer, Y/n sunk back into his arms and dozed off into a much welcomed nap. Mickey knew the second group of his friends were going to show up sometime within the next hour so he made himself more comfortable and tightened his arms around your sleeping form.

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Group two eventually showed up but were quickly shushed by Mickey since Y/n was still asleep. He couldn’t really get up to greet them, with Y/n now sleeping on his chest, so he settled for a small wave. The group now consisted of Hangman, Coyote, and Bob.

“Look at you, Fanboy. A family man. If you wouldn’t have told us about your secret life a couple months ago, I wouldn’t have thought the day would come.” Hangman says quietly, out of respect for your sleeping form laying on Mickey.

Mickey rolls his eyes but otherwise smiles at the small, harmless, jab from Hangman. Coyote places down a small stuffed bunny he probably bought at the gift shop downstairs and his gaze lands on the sleeping baby in the carrier, next to the bed.

“Holy shit- is this him? Like this is ACTUALLY your kid?” Coyote says, excitement mixed with slight anxiety from being in the room with the tiny human before him. Don’t get Javy wrong, he loves babies. It’s just he’s this big macho man and he feels like he could accidentally crush this tiny human with the amount of excitement he has within him.

“Nah, he belongs to the lady that’s two rooms over and we decided to keep him.” Coyote gives Mickey a deadpanned look and it breaks Mickey out of his sarcastic state of mind. “Yeah man, he’s our kid. You can hold him if you want, but hold up, give me a second.”

Mickey maneuvers himself to lay you down on the small pillows on the bed but stops once he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns around to see Bob with a pillow that’s longer than the ones the hospital provides.

“I um, didn’t know what to get Y/n or the baby so I may or may not have asked Payback to let me into y’all’s house to bring the both of you some of your essentials. Phoenix and Halo helped me out and gathered Y/n’s things while I brought yours. They also told me to bring her pregnancy pillow? I know she’s not technically pregnant anymore but they said it would bring her some type of comfort here? What I’m trying to say is that-“

Bob’s rambling was cut off as Mickey lurched forward to engulf him into a hug. Startled, Bob moved back a bit but accepted it none the less. Mickey pulled away from the hug and gave Bob a smile, before turning and positioning Y/n the way she liked to be with her pillow. Once he was done, he glanced at the three men in the room, all of them huddled around the sink. He moved himself closer to the carrier and gently picked up his son. Baby Joel wasn’t too fond of the movement and started to whine but it only took Mickey a second to calm him down and to place him in Coyote’s waiting arms. “Meet Joel Ruben Garcia.”

Coyote was grinning so hard that Mickey thought it was going to stay that way. He was a natural, which surprised Mickey a bit but was comforted at the fact. He rocked Joel in his arms and softly spoke to him. What he was saying, Mickey couldn’t hear, but it kept a smile on Coyote’s face.

He then handed the baby to Bob, who was just as excited as Coyote to be holding him. Joel eventually woke up to see a new face and gazed in wonder at Bob. He hummed some tune that was unrecognizable to Mickey but the baby was pretty content with the WSO.

Mickey’s attention is then taken by Y/n, who was beginning to wake up. Upon noticing her pillow from home, contentment washed over her as she cuddled it more. “You can thank Bob for that.” Mickey winks at her before turning his attention to Bob handing the baby to Hangman.

Y/n made eye contact with Bob and mouthed “thank you” while shaping her hands into a heart. Bob lightly blushed and formed his hands into a heart back at her.

“Hey there Joel, I’m uncle Jake. You and I, we’re going to have so much fun together. Learning about planes, going to the park, checking out all the ladies-“

“That was starting to sound wholesome but then you brought up my son checking out girls and I’m gonna have to stop you there” Y/n cuts in from her place on the bed.

Hangman laughs while shaking his head at her. “C’mon little lady, I need myself a wingman, and little Joel here is the perfect wingman.”

Coyote stares at Hangman in offense, before hitting him swiftly in the back of the head, being cautious with the baby still in his best friends arms. “Next time you ask me to be YOUR wingman at The Hard Deck, I’m just going to let you figure that shit out for yourself.”

The room erupted with laughter as Hangman continued to sway Joel with the promise of him becoming his wingman once he gets older. Mickey disagreeing on it entirely, while Coyote sulks at being replaced by a baby, and Bob with a small smile on his face.

Y/n looked around the room. She knew that in her heart, no matter what happens, her son will always be surrounded with all the love in the world. Mickey and her were going to be okay. As long as they had each other, Joel, and their friends, things would always be okay.

This is a gem 💎 THANK YOU DARLING ❤️

It's so beautifully written, that's a really cute family 😭 and Mickey is jakuftjfkynlziveuz as always. I had a big smile all the read through, you're a genius and an excellent writer ✨!

Christmas ain't the same without you

Pairings - Mickey Garcia X fem!Reader (Holiday AU)

Premise - Holidays without your lover aren’t the same, you miss him with all your heart and he does too.

Word Count - 2.8K

Warnings: Some strong language, references to Pop Culture, allusions to SMUT, and a very brutal game of UNO

a/n - Thank you @labarboteuse for this wonderful request. I initially planned it as a headcanon but the holiday season was approaching so I made this into a holiday fic. I hope you like it <3 any and all headcanons/blurbs are mostly welcome.

My Main Masterlist || Mickey Garcia Masterlist

December 25, Christmas Eve

“...and then Phoenix lost her shit and then we had to group up and shield Harvard from getting waterboarded by her.” Mickey’s face on your phone was scrunched up in delight, as he laughed recounting the tales of Christmas at the base to you.

You touched your screen as if it were his face.

Mickey was your best friend, your husband, and the love of your life.

Staying away from him while he was deployed was difficult, and you handled it like a champ. Occasionally, though, sadness would loom over you unexpectedly. Like waking up and reaching out for him, and meeting the empty side of the bed. Accidentally making two cups of coffee in the morning. One day, when you realized he was not there when you called him, you broke down in tears.

But nothing hurts like not having him home during the holidays for the first time.

When Abuela Juliana bribed you with her homemade caramel cupcakes, you couldn't say no to Mickey's family; his parents, his brother Edgar and his wife Veronica, and their four-year-old twins Camillo and Ariana.

As a single kid, you were sent to boarding school away from home. You hardly knew your parents, and they were always on some crazy trip to Europe every year during Christmas. Celebrating the holidays with his family made you feel at home. Abuela would never let go of a chance to remind you that it was your home too, and you and Veronica were her granddaughters.

You had been reading in Mickey's old room, halfway through an Agatha Christie novel from his bookshelf before he called. It was cozy, with a makeshift space near the window to read, and a lot of Star Wars and hip-hop posters everywhere on the walls.

“How was Christmas?” he asks you, smiling at the camera.

“It was perfect. Abuela kept her promise, making a batch of caramel cupcakes just for me. Camillo and Ariana almost caught Edgar placing the gifts under the tree, but Veronica and I distracted them with Spongebob Squarepants.”

“Clever.”

“Marina and Carlos banned me from the kitchen because I tried to help them, and then fed me your share too.” you sighed.

“God I hope you didn’t eat all the cupcakes, share it with Edgar and Ariana too.” he shrugged.

"No way. Nu-uh" you nodded and snuggled under the covers.

Mickey listened to you with a sad smile on his face, and it hurt you to see that he so clearly missed home.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be home Carino," he says in a dejected tone.

You just wish you could squish his face with your hands and smother him in kisses. He was sad, and you hated seeing him like that.

“I miss you, baby," you say.

He smiled, “I miss you more.” he said as he lay down on his bed. “I really wanted you to be my kiss at midnight.”

“Me too.” you sniffle, tears brimming your eyes as you recall last year when he was home with you, and held you close as you counted down to midnight.

“Baby…” he whispered, noticing your tears, “don’t cry, please.” His eyebrows furrowed with worry, but just as he was about to say further, his image shook around.

It was Phoenix on the screen now, smiling with a Santa cap on.

“Mrs. Garciaaa! Happy Christmas my girl!” she hollered. You wiped your tears and realized she was drunk.

“Happy Christmas Nat.” you smiled, as she passed the phone to Payback.

“I’m sorry Y/N, she’s been drinking like a sailor once we stopped her from waterboarding Harvard.” he sighed, the camera shaking as he walked because he was clearly swatting away Phoenix with his other hand. 

Rooster, Bob, Coyote, Harvard, Yale, and even Hangman joined in to wish you. By the time they handed the phone back to Mickey, you were laughing again.

“There's my girl,” he whispers softly to you, his brown eyes adoringly looking at you.

"Good night, sweetie." you breathe out and kiss the screen.

He blushes and kisses his screen, “good night baby, can’t wait to meet you.”

December 30th, 8 AM

You woke up to the sound of We Don’t Talk About Bruno blaring through the speakers and groaned at the fact that Ariana and Camillo were watching Encanto. Again.

As you walked downstairs, you saw the twins jumping on the carpet to the song, while Veronica sang along to it with a straight face.

“Tia Y/N!” Ariana ran to you as you reached the landing, pulling at your pajamas. “Come on! Watch Mirabel with us.” She could not say Encanto yet, so she just called the movie Mirabel.

“Let her breathe Mija!” Abuela called out to her as she walked up to you, handing you a bag. “Another fresh batch.” she winked at you and you stood there, mouth agape, “Abuela you’re spoiling me.”

"Ah, nonsense!” she laughed and held your hand. "Walk me to the kitchen. I need to bake more.”

You walked her to the busy kitchen, with Edgar, Marina, and Carlos running around and helping each other.

All of them were speaking in rapid Spanish at once, and you had no idea what they were saying even though it was your third language.

“So, what shall I do?” you asked, and as soon as you did, all four of them turned to you screaming, “No!”

You were taken aback, looking at them with wide eyes as Carlos took you by the shoulders and pushed you into the living room. “When I said you and Veronica were banned from cooking for the holidays, I was serious.”

He made you sit next to Veronica, who was trying not to laugh and stood in front of you. “Ladies, you both worked day and night for the entire year. It’s time for you to relax, watch a movie, talk about whatever ladies talk about, and leave the work to us.” He pointed to himself.

Mickey really was his father’s son, because that’s what he would do whenever he was home. You never complained, his cooking skills were top-notch.

"What about Marina? Why is she working then?” you asked.

Carlos took a deep breath, and said, “I have been married for thirty years, Mija, and I could never tell that woman what to do because the only person she ever listens to is herself.”

“I can hear that!” Marina shouted from the kitchen which made you and Veronica burst out laughing.

9 PM

“Aw goddammit!” Edgar shouts as Marina slams four draw 4 cards on the table.

Abuela smacks him across the head as he realizes what he just said. "Sorry Abuela” he whispers.

It was almost 9 PM and snowing. The kids fell asleep after dinner and rewatched Encanto for the fifth time that day. It was quiet all around except for their laughter in the living room. Everyone was playing Uno next to the fireplace in cozy pajamas and glasses filled with hot chocolate. 

You were having a staring contest with Veronica as you both had only two cards left, while Edgar had ended up with half the deck. “What do you think, wanna drawback?”

“Never.” you answer, as Carlos places every card on his deck screaming “Uno!” and winning the game.

Everyone collectively groans as he gets up and heads to the kitchen for a refill.

“You know, if Mickey was here he would have won first,” Marina says as she starts to gather the cards.

"True! My first Christmas here, he almost made me cry because he won one-on-one all three times.” Veronica sighs as she rearranges her cards.

As on cue, your phone rings, and there is Mickey’s name flashing as a Video Call.

You pick it up to see him smirking at you, wearing the fur hood of his jacket.

“Good evening mi amor.” His voice comes through the speakers of your phone, as you see Marina nudge Abuela to look at you.

“Good evening, Mickey.” you smile like you always do, watching him on your screen. “Are you outside?” you ask, noticing the heavy jacket he was wearing.

"Yeah I was getting a bit bored sitting around in the hangar so I stepped out for a walk," he says.

You looked at his mother and grandmother watching you talk to him. Therefore, you sat next to them and extended your hand, making sure that everyone was visible to him.

Mickey's mischievous smile graces your screen, "okay, please tell me this is a game of UNO and Edgar ended up with half the deck."

Edgar threw up his hands, "Ma, are you gonna let your firstborn get insulted like that?"

Carlos enters holding his refill, “is that Mickey?” his face lights up when Marina nods, she hands him the phone, “Mickey! How are you?”

“Hey dad.” you could hear his laughter which always made your heart flutter.

Carlos takes a seat and Marina and Abuela surround him to talk to Mickey. Veronica takes the cards away from Edgar and sends him toward them. You both smile at how happy the family was to talk to Mickey.

Just then the doorbell rang.

Veronica gives you a puzzled look as to who this may be. You get up and she follows you to the door. “I swear if Camillo calls for pizza again I’m grounding him,” she mutters under her breath as you sniffle with a laugh.

Through the transparent window of the door, you could see a figure standing on the porch, but you didn't know who it was.

"Who is it?” you shouted.

"Uh, pizza delivery ma’am” a deep voice replies.

“See? I told you!” Veronica whispers as you unlock the door. You open the door, the cold air blowing inside the house as you wrap your arms around you and see that…

It was Mickey.

A wide smile plastered his face, while he held a duffle bag in one hand and his phone in the other. His heavy jacket was wet with melted snow, and his cheeks were pink.

“Told you I’d see you soon.” He breathes out in his normal voice, smoke coming out of his mouth.

Taking a moment to register what you were seeing, you realized that yes, that really was him.

Mickey, your Mickey, is back.

You break down in tears as you throw yourself at him. He catches you just in time, swirls you around, and wastes no time crashing his lips on yours.

You melt into him, the cold of his jacket being the last of your concerns. He breaks out and holds you closer, softly holding your face as you cry.

“Surprise.” He chuckles.

You punch him in the chest. “You could have told me!” you shout, but a second later you break into laughter.

You hear fast-approaching footsteps and look inside the house to see everyone rushing toward him. He puts you down as Abuela cups his face with tears streaming down her fragile face. "Mi nieto finalmente volvió a mí!” (My grandson had finally returned to me)

“te extrañé mucho Abuela” he laughs out, hugging her. (I missed you so much, grandma)

Carlos and Marina join in, and soon Veronica pulls Edgar and you in a giant group hug, a smile on everyone's face.

Until a strong wind blows through the porch, sending everyone shivering, and Carlos starts pulling everyone inside.

11 PM

And after an eventful dinner, everyone retired to their rooms.

Marina and Abuela provided Mickey with literally every dish they had prepared, and he happily ate them all. During dinner, he told the entire story of how he got here. Apparently, Maverick gave everyone a week off because the practice exercises were postponed for yet another week due to increased air traffic. Instead of telling anyone, Mickey wanted to surprise them all.

You unpacked Mickey’s bag and put out some nightwear for him while he was showering. You changed into sweatpants, turned off the lights, and sat next to the window. Watching the snow fall from the sky, and the streetlight across the house, its soft rays being the only source of light in the room. You smiled as you saw one stuck to the window and it created a beautiful pattern.

The door to the washroom opens, and you turn to see Mickey coming out of it, his hair stuck out in spikes as he dried them with a towel. He was wearing the sweatpants you had kept aside for him.

Mickey freezes watching you get up and move toward him. His eyes do not waver from yours as he sits on the edge of the bed, and you stand between his legs. Taking the towel and wrapping it around his neck, he gulps as you dry his head. He takes a deep breath and relaxes as your hands skillfully move on his scalp. 

“Love it when you do that.” He sighs, smiling up at you. “My pleasure, Lieutenant,” you smirk, knowing exactly the effect it has on him.

His smile dropped, and you saw how his eyes dilated as soon as he heard that.

He grabs your waist and tackles you on the bed. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, and the next thing you know, your back hits the bed and he hovers over you.

The dog tags on his chest strike your chest, and his eyes rake over your body like he wants to devour you.

“You wanna kiss me Mickey?” you ask as you arch your spine.

"Do you think I'll just stop at kissing"? He asks, slipping his face into the crook of your neck as he begins to slowly suck on the spots that always make you go feral. "You're such a tease darling.”

He holds on to your wrists and pins them down on the mattress, caging you against him. 

You squirm under him. “Please…” you breathe out as he bites your neck.

Against your skin, he murmurs, "Please what?"

"Please kiss me Mickey” you whisper in his ear. And that's all it took for him to let go of your wrists and grab your waist, lifting you up on the bed and falling on top of you.

He didn’t give you a second to think as he kissed you that instant. Your heart hammered in your chest as his hands, cold as ice, started to travel under your hoodie, caressing your belly, and traveling up toward your chest.

Your hands rushed straight to his hair. You were heaving for air at this point, but he didn’t let go of your mouth for a second.

While he squeezed your breasts, you hissed and backed away from his lips as he grew impatient with you. You looked at Mickey’s swollen lips and flushed-out face as you exhaled, “your hands… cold… I-” he didn’t wait for you to complete the sentence as he got up and grabbed the heavy quilt from the end of the bed, bringing it over you both. He fell down on you, and you grabbed onto his clothes.

“Impatient?” His hoarse voice sent shivers down your spine.

"Shut up!” you laugh as you take off his sweatshirt.

December 31st, 7 AM

In the early morning light, your hands brush the space next to you, expecting to meet the cold blanket.

Instead, Mickey’s warm body met your palm.

You stirred up from your sleep, your eyes slowly opened to see Mickey’s face next to you, feeling his limbs tangled with yours under the quilt.

You smile realizing it wasn’t a dream this time, and your face heats up suddenly recalling the events from last night.

He opened his eyes, blinking slowly as a soft smile adorned his face. His hands moved up your body and he pulled you in. He planted a kiss on your lips.

"Hey." you smile.

"Hey." Mickey laughed as he kissed you again.

You fall into a comfortable silence, holding each other and living in the present.

Fast-approaching footsteps outside the room sent you into a panic. You only had a second before there were knocks on the door.

“Tia Y/N! Open up!!!” Ariana screamed loudly.

The two of you giggled softly as you put on your clothes. While you were fixing the bed, Mickey opened the door and got tackled by the twins.

"Ahhhhhh! Tio Mickey is back! He's here!” Camillo screams and runs through the hallway.

Mickey embraced Ariana as Camillo brought back a sleepy Veronica rubbing her eyes to wake up. In a matter of seconds, the twins pulled him by his clothes. “You need to watch Mirabel! Come on, Tio." Without looking, they ran into the living room.

Mickey looked back at you. “Who's Mirabel?”

Just as the opening lyrics of The Family Madrigal blared through the speakers, Veronica and you sighed together, "Don't ask."

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Kinktober Day 2- Anal Sex

warnings: AFAB!reader, anal sex, mentions of anal toys, rimming, slight authority kink, mentions of unprotected sex

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Everyone knows that Jake Seresin is an ass man. He’s not subtle about it in the slightest. Every time someone with a nice ass walks by, you can guarantee his eyes are on it. Luckily for you, he has deemed your ass nice enough to fuck, and that’s just what he does.

He loves to bend you over so he can look at it while he fucks you. He gropes, grabs, and digs his nails into it like he just can’t get enough. Tonight, however, he wants something different.

“You want to fuck my ass?”

“That’s right.”

“Like… you want to do anal?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“As a heart attack, honey.”

He has you pinned against the kitchen counter, his knee slotted between your thighs to keep you trapped. You look up at him, the devious smirk on his handsome face filling you with equal parts desire and fear. Fear of how he’s going to break you this time.

“Think about it. No rush,” he says before backing away. You don’t need to think about it.

“I want to.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. Right now.”

Jake grins and bites his lip. “Go get ready then, sweetness.”

You shower quickly, cleaning up and getting yourself ready for tonight’s activities. While you prepare, Jake sets out everything you need. Lube, condoms, a towel, and a plug from your little collection of toys just in case you want it.

When you come out of the bathroom, your skin is damp and you’re fresh faced, just how Jake likes you. He looks up at you from the bed and grins, and it widens when you drop your towel and make your way over to him.

“Well hello, gorgeous.”

“Hey, yourself.”

“All ready for me?” You nod. “Good.”

He helps you lay down on your stomach, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Once you’re comfortable, he grabs ahold of your cheeks and spreads them apart, letting out a groan when he sees both of your holes.

He can’t stop himself from lowering his head and dragging his tongue through your wetness, up to your tight, puckered hole. You gasp at the unfamiliar sensation, which makes him chuckle.

It’s not that you’ve never had anything in there before. He occasionally puts a finger or two in during sex, and you’ve used small toys, but you’ve never gone all the way. Jake’s delighted to be your first.

Jake opens you up with his tongue and fingers, going quickly out of desperation, but not so much so that he’d hurt you. He can be such a sweetheart sometimes.

“Ready for my cock, honey?” he asks, voice thick with desire behind you.

“Yes, sir,” you say, sounding so submissive with your airy voice and you know it drives him crazy.

He stands, and you can hear the click of the bottle of lube as he slicks his cock. Jake slaps his head against your hole a few times, letting you hear how wet he’s gotten you before he pushes the tip in.

The tip itself is a stretch, and it almost hurts as you tremble slightly. You whine, and he laughs at you.

“Come on, sweetheart, it’s not much bigger than those plugs you take. You can do it.”

After a few moments, Jake pushes in further. You can feel the slow drag of his cock inside you, and soon he’s deeper than you’ve ever had anything before. The burn has subsided, and you don’t even realize that you’re rocking your hips back against him.

“Greedy slut.”

Jake grips your hips to stop your movements and starts his own thrusts. They’re shallow and slow at first, but they quickly get faster and deeper as your tight hole works over his cock.

“Goddamn, baby, you’re tight as hell,” he groans in your ear, having leaned over your back to hit a new angle.

“Fuck, Jake, you’re so deep,” you whine, because there’s nothing that gets your boyfriend to fuck you hard like a little ego stroking.

Jake reaches around your body and finds your clit with ease. He rubs rough circles over it, pressing hard to match his deep thrusts. Luckily he has the stamina to keep up, because the position he finds himself in is difficult to hold.

You’re discovering that you don’t last as long when getting your ass fucked, because pretty soon your toes are curling and you’re grabbing Jake’s wrist, pushing him harder against your clit.

“Gonna cum,” you choke out, and the only response you get from Jake is a growl in your ear.

Your entire body tenses, then releases from your orgasm. You feel so hot all over that you don’t feel Jake’s hot cum filling up the condom.

He collapses, laying over your back and you’re thankful that you were already pressed into the mattress.

“Next time,” he pants, “I’m cumming inside that ass.”

Did I cry at the end? Absolutely yes

You Have Twins || Iceman [h.c]

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When the ultrasound technician spotted not one but two babies at your scan, you thought she was playing some kind of joke on you 

Tom was gawking at the screen with the stupidest smile, only because he too didn’t know whether or not Dr. Amy was kidding with you two

“No, I’m serious. There’s Baby A, and Baby B is right here,” 

Ice was standing to his feet and walking around the bed

He’s standing in front of the screen 

“No way,” 

“Yes way, Mr. Kazansky,” 

The way Tom’s smile brightened 

“We’re having two babies,”

You were still in disbelief, and then he got really excited

“WE’RE HAVING TWO BABIES!” 

The man had wanted to be a daddy ever since you met him, so the fact he was being gifted double trouble, he was perfectly fine with that 

Well, nine months later, out came via a scheduled c-section– Vivian Rose and Victor Axel Kazansky. Vivian was born two minutes before her brother

When Tom went to see them while you were in recovery, he was elated. The man never thought he could love someone more than he loved you, but the second Vivian and Victor were played in his arms– he exploded with love 

“Vivan and Victor, I’m your daddy… This is a crazy world, but I promise. Your mommy and I are going to protect you.” 

When Iceman brought the babies to you to meet, you were over the moon. They looked identical, and you two were thankful they were different sexes, or else it would be a Nicky and Alex situation from Full House with Jesse and Becky 💀

As soon as you guys got home, the sleepless nights began

Every night though, Ice would wake up with you. For each feeding, he was burping and changing the other twin as you wrapped up sessions 

“Tom, you need to go to bed. You have work tomorrow.”

“And leave you up and alone with the babies? No.”

Every morning that he left for work, you feared being alone with them by yourself, but you ventured well

And every evening when Tom got home, he’d instantly send you off to have some peace to yourself while he tended to the twins

As the kids started to grow up, Vivan said “dada” first while Victor said “mama” first, which would lay out the foundation of them being a daddy’s girl and momma’s boy in life 

The twins adored Iceman. They’d squeal and laugh each time he walked through the door, both gravitating toward him

“How are my babies doing?” 

He’d kiss their faces before pulling you close for a searing kiss 

As they grew into the toddler stages, it got terrorizing there for a little while, because the twins loved to hit the other  

You’d turn your back, and Vivian would pop Victor across the head, forcing him to cry. When you’d calm him down, he’d unleash havoc on his twin sister, always wrapping his fingers around her blonde hair and yanking 

She didn’t like that 

You and Tom oftentimes found yourselves playing referee, especially when the twins got into their school years. But no one could hurt them, except their twin. If Victor saw a little kid being mean to his sister, he’d hurt them

And that meant you and Tom sat in for many conferences 

“I don’t know what Victor’s issue is.”

Tom thought the principal was crazy

“Some parent’s kid is being a bully. He’s taking up for his sister.” 

“Mr. Kazansky, we do not tolerate physical fighting. Especially in kindergarten.” 

“Then maybe I should have a talk with that kid’s parents.”

“Tom, sweetheart,” 

“No, I’m serious.” 

Thankfully, Tom didn’t have to fight another parent. You then discovered that Maverick’s daughter, Maddie, was also attending the same school 

So Maddie was added to their friend group 

Both Vivian and Maddie are the same age, and it pushed for both girls to become the best of friends. Not only that, with Victor and Maverick’s son, Nathan, being two years apart, they would develop a strong bond 

Iceman always helped the kids with homework. They honestly never wanted you to help, only their father. Which you thought was the best outcome. You didn’t want to cry over 5th-grade math problems

The elementary school transitioned into middle, and before you knew it– your babies were in high school

Maddie and Victor may have started dating behind Maverick and Iceman’s backs 💀… More so Maverick’s. Iceman thought it was hilarious, his son caught the attention of Maddie Mitchell– but would go on to marry Bradley Bradshaw someday

“If your daughter breaks my kid’s heart, Maverick.” 

“Hey! Leave my little girl out of this! Tell your son to not stomp on my baby girl’s heart.” 

Maddie broke up with Victor. Whoops

Anywhosies, Navy timeeeee! Maddie, Victor, and Vivian joined the Navy together, with Nathan following behind shortly after, Bradley joining four years later 

Vivian and Victor made names for themselves. When anyone heard the last name “Kazansky” tagged to these kids, they knew they were smart, resilient, and quite cocky 

Iceman cried the day they graduated from training. He had never hugged two kids as tight as he did before

Vivian even made a promise to her father 

“One day, daddy, Vic, and I will carry you as you’ve always carried us.” 

That day came when Tom passed away

Vivan and Victor were a part of the group that carried their father’s casket, dressed in uniform, as they watched their Uncle Maverick stamp the wings to their father’s casket 

Everyone thought Viv and Vic were crazy to do such a thing, but they promised Tom they would carry him, no matter what happened