Is Anyone Interested In An Outlander Fanfiction ? It's Quite Hard To Find Here And Im Finally Currently

Is anyone interested in an Outlander fanfiction ? It's quite hard to find here and I’m finally currently working on one (with our delightful William Ransom). If it works, I'm thinking of doing one also about Lord John.

Please tell me ! 🥰

Get your attention

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x f!reader

Summary: Going home not having attention from his girlfriend Tom is going to propose her a bet.

Warnings: +18, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, oral sex, swearing

As Tom walked through the door, the light from the living room indicated him that it was where she was. He walked into the room to find her lying on the couch on her side, knees pulled up to her chest, her hands clasped under her cheek, head resting on the armrest and watching a movie on TV.

"Hey love, how was your day?" He said before leaning in to place a kiss on the top of her head.

"Calm and yours?" She said without looking away from the screen.

He went around the sofa to come to let himself fall on the small space which remained at the end of this one. He raised her legs to take a comfortable place and repositioned her legs on his thighs then tilted his head back against the back of the sofa.

"I can't stand him." She didn't need more than that to understand that he was talking about Maverick. Almost every night he found a way to complain about what he had done wrong during the day.

"Honey, stop caring. I hear so much about him that I feel like he's living with us."

As he gently caressed her legs he turned his head towards her before resuming.

"How do you want me to do it, he is a danger! He is totally unconscious, without any respect for the rules, unpredictable, dangerous." Under the absence of answer of her part he looked at the screen then the young woman. "Honey, are you listening to me?"

"Um um." She merely replied, already knowing these reproaches almost by heart.

Tom realized that she was no longer listening to him, perhaps he was indeed complaining a little too much about his rival. His attention returned to the screen. "What's this about?"

"Yes." She said in a weary tone making him raise an eyebrow as he turned his face towards her, she had completely dropped out and was pretending that she wasn't, thinking that he was still talking to her about Maverick. A slight chuckle shook his chest, she was completely absorbed in what she was looking at and nothing could have brought her out of her fixation, "everything maybe except ..?" He thought.

His hands slipped on her naked legs, going up to her hips, he inclined towards her, laying down kisses from the tip of his lips on her thighs going up towards the birth of her buttocks that her short shorts let guess.

"What are you doing Tom?"

"You seem to be quite captivated by your movie and not paying any attention to me. I bet I can still manage to turn you away." A smile stretching his lips, continuing to place kisses on her thigh.

A laugh echoed in her chest.

"And I bet you can't do it, it's way too interesting."

Coming to position himself above her he continued to cover her with kisses, first on the cheek, then in the neck, on the shoulder, while one of his hands caressed her thigh, going up he seized one of her buttocks in the palm of his hand before squeezing it then going down again to slip it between her thighs. He pressed himself against her coming to growl in her neck what made her laugh and she gesticulated under him, pushing back him posing a hand on his chest.

"Tom." She said laughing without however looking away from the screen. In response he seized her wrist, bringing it to his lips to kiss the inside. "Leave me alone Kazansky." She added knowing very well that it would cause the opposite.

"You didn't work today, you got all the peace and quiet you wanted." He dipped his head into her neck again. "Give me some attention." He grumbled.

"You’re crushing me." She simply replied in a joking tone.

He nibbled the skin of her neck, sliding his arms under her back, his palms then sliding under her backside. She slid one hand through his hair and the other down his back. "Here, here's some affection."

He stood up abruptly, putting his hands on either side of her head for support, and looked at her open-mouthed.

"You call that affection?" His outraged look made her giggle and before she could return her gaze to the TV, he grabbed her legs which he pulled on to unfold them and totally lay her on the couch. A cry of surprise escaped her lips and she turned her head towards him.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm gonna make you scream girl."

That sentence was enough to set her on fire and she suddenly found him much more interesting than what she had been looking at. Tom spread her legs and came to stand between them, making them go up and cross around his waist as he leaned over her burying his head under her shirt to kiss her already burning skin and was pleasantly surprised to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. He felt her heart beating faster under her chest and came to catch one of her nipples between his teeth, grabbing her second breast which made her flinch and let out a "Shit Tom." tightening the grip of her thighs around his waist. His tongue traced the outline of her nipple making her breathe harder. He pulled out from under her shirt with a naughty smile on his lips and came to crush them on hers. Sliding her hands on his chest she grabbed the bottom of his shirt to remove him and he did the same with hers. His muscular chest with the hot skin crushed again against her naked chest and pleasant tingling ran through her neck. She attacked then in his belt and the button of his jeans, he withdrew her shorts in a fraction of second and contemplated her one moment finding her always amazing, even if he knew now her body by heart he didn't get tired to look at it in the slightest details.

"Damn. Fuck I love you. "

His piercing blue eyes caught hers and he detected a small spark of excitement in it that raised the temperature in him as well.

"Show me you're the best Iceman." A growl came from his throat, he moved closer to her ear his warm breath caressing her, his breath to her neck.

"I'm not sure you're ready for that yet." He sighed in a husky voice that she felt the effect of in her crotch.

"I still am for you." She sighed in return as he slid one of his hands along her waist, over her hips and then down her thigh to finally nestle it between her legs.

"Are you sure about this?" She nodded her head with her cheeks now flushed. "Then you don't mind if I check." He finished by inserting two fingers inside her, making her arch her back in surprise and squeal, him smiling in satisfaction at finding her already heavily moist. She began to undulate the pelvis under the excitement, Tom nibbling her ear, this area being particularly erogenous for her, it was enough to feel his warm breath, that he whispers something in the ear for her to feel butterflies in her lower belly. She almost implored him to be more present in her following which he withdrew his fingers, touching by the tip of his index finger her lower lip, that she took in her mouth, her glance planted in his.

"Good girl." He murmured contentedly.

A hand above her head, the other posed on her hip, he slipped inside her and she welcomed him by tightening her legs around his waist. Their tongues intermingled a few moments before he finished by withdraw from her causing her a grumble of frustration. Frustration which went away at once when he went down lower to position his head between her legs and without warning started to play with his tongue on her clitoris, his hands seizing her hips to limit movements. Again she arched her back, her breath panting, one hand on one of his, the other gripping his hair which made him grunt with pleasure. Her moans meant she wanted more, so he slipped his fingers into her again, feeling her contract around it. When he felt she was about to reach ecstasy he stopped and straightened up smiling making her whimper with frustration again. He wanted to make her go crazy and wild under the deprivation of an orgasm. He sat down then, the head rocked backwards, the strong breath, the eyes closed and a huge smile while waiting for her to seek him, what he didn't have to wait too long. In a fraction of second she came to straddle him, passing each of her legs on each side of his waist, slipping his hands in her back, he had a moan of pleasure when she positioned herself on his member.

Both undulated hips, she to better feel him, he to go always further in her. Grabbing the sofa behind his head with one hand, the other on his shoulder, she captured between her teeth his lower lip that she bit while Tom wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her stuck to him, the other grabbing her hair. Whereas he felt the pleasure to go up always higher to reach soon its paroxysm, kidneys shots were made slower but always pushed to the farthest, their two bodies in sweat sticking one to the other, their skins devoured by the fire which animated them. Feeling thousands of tingling through his body he poured in her in a final blow of kidneys reaching finally the orgasm both.

Out of breath he put his forehead against hers, his two arms embracing her waist not to undo their embrace.

"So, you thought I couldn't do it?" He finishes by saying softly causing a small laugh from his girlfriend.

"You're way too good at this." She took his face in her hands and placed a kiss on his burning forehead. "Since I'm the one who lost, what's your gain?"

"Another round." He stood up holding her still against him, her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, leading them both into their room laughing.

Want you to stay part two

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Kazansky!f!reader

Summary: It's time to get the team back together as it had been before and this evening has a lot of surprises in store for Rooster. Part one.

Warnings: None

Taglist: @alanadetigy @lilylilyyyyyy @luckyladycreator2

Flashback

Synchronization. A perfect synchronization between the raindrops rolling on the living room window with those rolling on her cheeks. Sitting on the sofa facing the window, one leg folded under herself, the other knee brought against her chest she began to stare at the driveway in front of her house in which her car was parked. She didn't realize that it had started to rain or even that she had started crying, which of the two things had happened first? Were they triggered at the same time? A sound of old engine was heard and she jumped up, ignoring the tingling that had arisen in her numb leg. She stood in front of the window, the immense hope that had been born in her evaporating suddenly and her heart squeezing when she saw that it was only the neighbor's car. She had been waiting for several days, that as usual he would come back after her, coming to park his old bronco behind her car. Which wouldn't happen again. The ringing of her cell phone sounded, pulling out her from her thoughts, she threw herself on it on the coffee table and another ounce of disappointment shook her heart when she saw "James" displayed on the screen. She tried to suppress the sobs in her voice that would have betrayed her.

"I wondered if you were going to forget your daily call. You can tell them I'm still alive."

A sigh was heard at the end of the line.

"Don't take it in that tone. You know they're just worried about you, and so am I."

"There's nothing to worry about J, everything is fine, I'm fine."

"Mau.. You know you can tell me anything."

"There's nothing to say James. Tell the parents that I'm fine, it's nothing. It's part of life, no matter how unpleasant, and you should know it better than anyone." She tried to joke by mocking her younger brother who was more used to failures in love than successes.

After a brief silence, a weak "Um." of his brother was heard, in response to his mother who was to be hanged on the phone next to him and who wanted to transmit a message through her son. He resumed in a voice that Maureen recognized, almost embarrassed, who despite her mother's request already knew her sister's answer without having to ask her.

"You know, I'd like to see my sister again, you know.. Wednesday evenings."

A slight smile stretched the girl's lips, she imagined very well her brother scratching the back of his head, this gesture always accompanying his embarrassed tone, because he suspected her answer but just wanted to please his mother. Her gaze landed on the calendar hanging on the side of the fridge and she realized that today was Wednesday, Wednesday had always been the games and pizza evening at the Kazanskys' house. She was pretty sure that this phone call and request had been premeditated by her parents. A silence of a few seconds was created between the siblings. Maureen couldn't deny that for some time she had been isolated and distanced from her parents, who were only trying to help her.

"I'll be there for 7 p.m.", she finally announced, hearing her mother's relief next to her brother.

Present day.

"It's a surprise." Rooster resumed a little stunned.

"That's what we can say yes." This was absolutely not the case for her, having learned the day before that he had returned and therefore perfectly expecting to see him. Even if she would have liked to avoid it.

A throat clearing broke the silence that had formed around them and Natasha put her arm under her friend's, making them turn their heels and change the subject.

"Alright, so how about an evening at the Hard Deck, like in the good old days?"

Phoenix grimaced when Jake gave her a slight blow in the ribs, making her big eyes considering that the pilot had just gaffered. The good old days, the parties she always shared with them, because she went there with Rooster. Natasha bit the inside of her lip realizing that she may have blundered well, and they all watched for their friend's reaction. She just smiled, if she wanted to spend time with them she would have to put up with Bradley's presence, to her greatest despair.

"Count on that." She replied with a frank smile that was meant to be reassuring for them.

In the evening Maureen went to this famous bar that had seen the birth of so many moments of complicity, laughter, anguish. When she pushed open the door, she was greeted by a female voice expressing her joy at seeing her again.

"Maureen! What a pleasure to see you again." The young woman approached the bar and over the counter Penny bent down to take her in her arms. "I knew you had come back to California but I didn't expect to see you walk through the doors of this bar." She confessed to her, glancing over the shoulder of the young woman who followed her gaze to fall on Rooster in the background who was chatting with Bob and Phoenix. Maureen turned back to the barmaid with a pinched smile.

"I'm a rock. Nothing can reach me." She winked at her before taking the pint Penny had just put on the bar, accompanied by a "Welcome back.". You bet that nothing could reach her, she could try to convince others, but it would never work on herself. She had become a rag after Bradley Bradshaw  broke her heart, and to be honest she would have preferred to erase what she had been at that time from her memory. Maureen made her way through the crowd to join the team, she was greeted and cheered by Coyote who put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple and Jake who handed her the pool tail.

"No fear I'll beat you Bagman?"

The blonde addressed her his legendary smile accompanied by his real pain look.

"As far as you're concerned, that nickname goes to someone else tonight." He joked as everyone broke down and held their breaths at what Jake had just said. He hadn’t wanted to revive painful memories, took in the mood and the teasing spirit he had just wanted to mocke his friend. Maureen found herself with her mouth open not knowing what to say, caught off guard. Nevertheless, not in the slightest hurt by Jake's words she began to laugh and took the tail that Jake was holding out to her.

"You score a point."

All relaxed but remained surprised by their friend's reaction. Maureen thought it was adorable that they tried to spare her, but she had managed to move on. And showing it would relax the atmosphere. A general mocking "Oooh" on their part was heard mocking Rooster who nodded his head, embarrassed and perhaps even a little offended. After shooting, the young woman passed the tail to Reuben with whom she was playing against Javy and Jake. She took her beer drinking a sip, glancing at Rooster over her glass, and her heart missed a beat when she saw that he was watching her. She then looked away to report it to the game. She easily managed to turn her attention to something other than Bradley during the evening, who had stayed away from her, as if he was keeping a safe distance from her. Nevertheless, when it was her turn to play again, she leaned over the pool table to shoot and while he had stayed away until then, she felt Rooster pass right by her and position himself behind her to address Reuben who was also standing behind her back waiting for him to play. While she thought she was safe from relapse, she remembered different times when Bradley had stood right behind her when they were playing pool. His hands always finding their way on her hips, in her lower back, and once in particular, when while she had bent down, that day wearing a light dress, had taken advantage of his colleagues being distracted by something else to bend over her, and slide his hand over her thigh, gently raising the hem of her dress on her thigh whispered in her ear how much effect she was making on him in this position and dress. At this memory she lost concentration and when she shot, missed her target, which provoked the cries of jubilation of the opposing duo and the manifestation of disappointment of her teammate to whom she apologized with a sorry pout.

She straightened up and met Bradley's gaze as he plunged his eyes into her own with an indecipherable neutral expression. He wore this expression during the hour that followed, Maureen feeling the insistent look of her ex on her no matter what she was doing or where she stood. Was he trying to make her understand something?

As she was about to go to him to ask him why he was staring at her so much, a rather noisy group of men rushed into the bar, one of them looking for someone over the crowd. A smile stretched his lips and he slapped the arm of one of the men who accompanied him before heading to the small group around the billiards. The man who had been next to him turned his head towards him feeling the slap on his arm and followed in his footsteps followed by their comrades.

Javy who was leaning on the pool table, Jake sowing him not to miss his shot, straightened up when he saw the group coming, Jake doing the same then followed by the rest of the team. They were surprised to see Maureen leave them to meet the group of guys and happily welcome the kiss of the man who was obviously looking for her a few seconds before.

"Who's that?" Rooster suddenly asked  as he got up from his stool, his beer in hand, the other in his pocket. Natasha stood next to him and gave him a"Seriously?" meaning look.

"Um, don't forget that you’re the one who dumped her Rooster." Bob stammered and quickly looked away when the brown suddenly turned his head towards him.

"What are you doing there?" She asked the man who put her arm around her waist.

"Well you told me you were coming here with your pilot friends. I was with the guys and we thought the real navy men were going to come and show them what they looked like." He sneered. Maureen greeted the man's friends before turning to hers. Jake raised an eyebrow and glanced at Javy, and Mickey and Reuben imitated them. The real men of the Navy?

"An introduction is necessary I think. Oliver, this is Robert, Natasha, Mickey, Reuben, Jake, Javy and Bradley. Bob, Phoenix, Fanboy, Payback, Hangman, Coyote and Rooster, pilots. Guys, this is Oliver, Charlie, Warren, Jarod and Lloyd, SEALs." Oliver's gaze hooked Rooster's and hardened before resting his eyes on Maureen with his tender look. She was against him, his arm around her waist, Maureen's hand resting on his shoulder making shine in the light of the bar the origin of Rooster's behavior.

"Oliver is my fiancé." She admitted.

A fairly positive general reaction animated the pilots.

"I wasn't really sure if it was that since you hadn't talked about it yet but the ring spoke for itself." Phoenix sneered before coming to take her friend in her arms to congratulate her.

"Personally, I hadn't even paid attention to it, congrats Kazansky." Hangman said with a smile on the corner of his lips as he raised his beer.

All congratulated her except Rooster who had remained in the background and had difficulty welcoming the news. It was for this reason that he had had the look so insistent for a good part of the evening. As if he had tried to make her understand by his gaze, that he had understood by seeing the ring, and that it bothered him. But he had lost the right to say anything a long time ago. Phoenix gave him a discreet elbow in the ribs to tell him to react before it was badly perceived.

"Congratulations to both of you." He finally let go before finishing the end of his beer with a dry stroke.

"Would you be up for a friendly pool competition then?" Oliver said happily.

"Deal. But don’t believe that it’s because you are going to marry our friend that we will spare you." Jake said before handing Oliver a tail. The pilots placed on one side of the billiards, the SEALs on the other.

Maureen smiled amused and then turned on her heels, making her way to the bar into the crowd to order a new round for everyone. She was stopped on the way by a hand on her arm that made her turn around. She found herself face to face with Rooster who wore a look that was both cold and painful.

"What is -"

"Are you really going to get married?" He cut her dryly. She widened her eyes, surprised by his gall.

"Yes Bradley I'm going to get married. Does it bother you? Too bad, maybe you should have thought about it before dumping me when you left for the other side of the world." She replied in a scathing tone, releasing her arm from his grip. "I find you have gall, I remind you that if we are there it’s by your fault, you are the last person to have something to say about it." He opened his mouth to get ready to say something when she immediately resumed. "And you want me to tell you, it's even planned for very soon, his friends all came especially from Virginia for his bachelor party. My parents are delighted, his too, Mav is delighted, our friends as well and just as much as us."

"Mav knows?" He said puzzled, surprised that he hadn't tried to talk to him about it.

"Obviously he is, you birdbrained, he is my uncle as much as he was yours and if you hadn’t turned your heels while he sought to respect the will of your mother, you would know."

"Wait, what?" He shook his head surprised by so much information.

"Move on Bradley, as you forced me to do it."

On this words she turned her heels leaving him alone in the middle of the crowd stunned by these revelations.

Dilemma

Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x f!pilot!reader (Callsign: Poppy) secret relationship + no use of Y/N.

Summary: Reader finds out she has been dismissed from the mission and is gonna confront the Vice Admiral about his decision.

Warnings: mentions of death through threats, swearing, bad writing, grammatical mistakes, sorry English isn't my first language.

Be indulgent please it's my first one putting the reader in a pilot seat, I'm more into the usual fluffy stories 🫣.

To say she was angry was an understatement, she could have knocked heads without batting an eyelid because she was so seething with rage. Strolling down the hallways towards the source of her problem she didn't even pay attention to Payback and Fanboy who called out to her as she passed by them. Making them raise their eyebrows and follow her lead as she walked towards the break room in which she entered opening the door abruptly, she quickly found the reason for her anger, sitting on the arm of one of the sofas, his smug smile still pinned on his face that she dreamed of hitting.

"You! Hangman piece of shit! "

The man turned his head towards her before straightening up and his smile widened as he guessed why she would have killed him if she could.

"Poppy my dear, you've never been better named than you are right now by the color of your face." He chuckled as she approached dangerously, determined this time to slap him in the face no matter what she risked next.

"You deserve to roast in hell!” A group of pilots formed around them intrigued by what was happening, as she was about to jump at his face, two arms encircled her waist to prevent her from going through with her gesture.  "Rooster let go of me! I'll take that stupid smile off your face and you'll see. Rooster, let me go!"

Jake looked at her with a proud look on his face without batting an eyelid as Bradley tried to restrain his friend.

"Leave him he's not worth it."

"What's going on?" Phoenix finally interjected as lost and stunned as the others.

"Maverick just grounded me on orders from Simpson, who was reportedly told that I didn't feel I had the shoulders for this mission, which was too much pressure for me. You're so afraid of getting passed over that you manage to sink whoever you can. You tried to undermine Bradley's confidence in his own abilities because he's your biggest competitor and now you're taking it out on me? Wouldn't it be you Seresin who doubt your abilities to the point of resorting to such low acts to oust the competition?"

Maybe he was hiding behind his smile or he was unaware of the lack of morality of what he was doing but Jake didn't bat an eye, still wearing his smirk.

"They made a mistake on the selection, it was about recalling the best. But maybe some of them couldn't make themselves available. So they had to plug the holes." Jake said.

"That's so low of you, yet not surprising." Interjected Bob who had placed himself next to her.

"It doesn't matter who will be chosen for this mission Jake, we are all on the same team. But maybe you don't really grasp the meaning of what that means?"

Not wanting to hear what he might have to say, if he had anything to say, she turned and walked out of the room to Vice Admiral Simpson's office. Once in front of the door she took a deep breath before knocking twice on it and entering when he gave permission.

When she entered the room, Cyclone was sitting at his desk, Warlock sitting opposite him, she stood by the door, straight as an i, hands behind her back, both men facing her.

"Lieutenant Caldwell." He sank into his seat with his elbows on the armrests, his hands folded in front of him. "To what do I owe your presence in my office?"

"I would like to speak with you about your recent decision about me sir."

A silence followed.

"We'll pick this up later." He finally said to Rear Admiral Bates who nodded and gathered his documents before getting up and leaving the office, nodding to Poppy who greeted him with a "Sir." Once the door was closed she walked towards the office.

"What the hell is this? You have no right to stop me from flying!"

"I have every right, in this case I'm not stopping you from flying, I'm removing you from this mission."

He straightened up in his seat, leaning slightly over his desk on which he crossed his hands.

"Are you aware that Hangman said all that just to get rid of me? Would you have called me back if you didn't think I could do it? Do you doubt my abilities?"

He passed his hands over his face while posted on the other side of the desk she leaned forward putting her hands flat on it.

"Of course not. But under the circumstances, under the method you are being taught, under the only way to complete this mission, there will be casualties." He paused, anchoring his gaze in hers. "And I won't risk losing you." She straightened up, gritting her teeth.

"Then it's personal."

"This is not the time to discuss this Molly."

"It's time if I decide to." She replied curtly, Beau's gaze turning stern. "You can't interfere with my career and ground me as soon as the danger is too great for your taste. It’s part of our job, if you constantly do that I will never fly again!"

"Molly that's enough, we'll discuss it tonight."

"Oh no, we're going to talk about this now. Put me back in."

"Molly..." He ran a hand over his face, his tone dragging.

"Beau, if you do this it’s over."

Her words had the effect of a bomb and he looked her straight in the eyes stunned by what she had just said.

"Your choice Beau, either accept the risk without something necessarily happening to me, or lose me."

A silence settled between the two of them, looking into each other's eyes and it seemed to last forever until he finally spoke again in a neutral tone.

"After careful consideration Lieutenant Caldwell, your abilities making you a suitable pilot for this mission, you are reintegrate in it."

She straightened up and her chest heaved as she took a deep relieved breath, she didn't realize she had been holding it until then.

"Thank you sir." She turned on her heels about to leave the office when he rose from his seat, slipping one hand into his pants pocket, the other touching the desk with his fingertips.

"I didn’t authorize you to dispose of Lieutenant." He spoke in a sharp tone.

With her hand on the doorknob she turned her head towards him, his downcast look had given way to a threatening one, knowing full well what was coming next her fingers slid from the door handle to the lock below and locked the door.

"Good." He commented on her gesture.

With a feline gait she returned to the office.

"You seem irritated."

"Why wouldn't I be? You show up into my office and discuss an order."

"Seriously Beau?" A frank laugh shook her chest. "I don't think I stormed in here like a fury and almost revealing our little secret. And as for discussing an order, it's within my rights to want to discuss a decision with my superior and express my point of view. You never would have made that decision if Hangman hadn't come in to screwed it up."

"Are you really going to blame me for wanting to protect you?"

"You can't protect me Beau, I blame you for letting the personal override the professional. We agreed this wouldn't happen! Do you know what it's like to be put on the spot for that reason?! No, you didn't think about that, did you? Maybe you were more focused on the possible loss of your toy, who would have sucked you under the desk on your lunch break otherwise?"

A dull growl escaped from his chest. "You're going too far, be careful."

"Or else what? Fire me, my career won't end there. Fire me, and what will Admiral Kazansky think of a Vice Admiral who sexually blackmailed one of his subordinates?"

His jaw clenched so hard he could have broken it in anger.

"You are going way too far Molly, stop this right now."

"It was you who started Beau, assume that for once you didn't take the right decision, even though the intention was laudable I admit, it was unprofessional." She paused and thought for a moment before going too far and regretting it. "It's up to you if you'd rather sleep on the couch tonight, if not it'll be me." She was about to turn her heels and leave once and for all of his office when in a flash he made the turn. Everything happened quickly, a hand sliding in her neck he drew against her to crush his lips on hers, pressing her against him with a hand in her lower back. Surprised but without any intention to push back him, she rolled up her arms around his nape and pressed her chest against his deepening this passionate kiss, one of those which follow the reconciliation of an argument. Taking off his lips of hers he put his forehead against hers.

"No one will sleep on the couch tonight."

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."

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests are most welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

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