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Hello again, it's been awhile.
Pranks, getting stuck, possible danger, a little relaxation and romance. Sounds like a top gun family night don't you agree?
Finding funny pictures is hard but I hope you like them. Also if you want I can try to write something funny but I can't promise it will be good.
Found some. As for the fanboy one, that image just spoke to me.
Can't wait to read more !!! Actually you lost me from the beginning 😭 ❤️❤️
Mickey Garcia Holiday One Shot Sneak Peek
All I want for Christmas is...
Pairings - Mickey Garcia x Fem!Reader
Premise – Holidays without your lover aren't the same, you miss him with all your heart and he does too.
Word Count - No idea,
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 s 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.
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.”
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Full fic out on 30-12-2022
Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.
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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!
Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.
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I have not seen a single Mickey ‘fanboy’ Garcia edit to the hey Mickey song 😔
Muse Food
Pretty sure I may have found Jake "Hangman" Seresin’s long lost brother/twin 😂 Hopefully folks find their muses well fed 😁
Meet actor Tom Hopper!
Top Gun Maverick is literally one of my favourite movies and every time I watch it I feel like I'm gnawing on the bars of my cage. I love it
God or this one I love this one two 🥲❤️❤️❤️
personal designs / headcanons for the daggers! this is how i imagine them 🫶🏾
some other HCs:
- rooster and hangman are exes. so are coyote and phoenix, but they’re on good terms.
- hangman knows dolly patron’s entire discography by heart
- coyote speaks portuguese and creole french
- bob gets horrifically sunburnt all the time and never leaves home without sunscreen
- phoenix has a burn scar on her back from an ejection hence the callsign
- fanboy is a spirk shipper. he also shaved his head because he thought it was a requirement to join the navy (he was wrong)
- payback has a kid! he also got his callsign because he’s really bad at paying people back when they let him borrow money.
love these weird guys sm <3
you can find my designs for the rest of the TGM characters here