Hello hello hello beloved, could I request #28 "I'm just getting comfortable" (I hope?) with one of my main men, Mickey Garcia?
Thank you already and also, ily and congratulations 🫀
A/N: my dear, first of all sorry for taking so long, I really wanted to write something good for you and I hope it worked out 💕 Secondly, I really love your man Mickey, I hope I did him justice, and ily too so so much, thank you for requesting this ♡
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Saturdays with Mickey were always easy to love. The lazy mornings in bed, the simple chatter shared over a warm cup of coffee, dancing in the kitchen together while you both prepared breakfast, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you along with him, moving from side to side and singing to whatever was playing, a childlike grin on his face. Some mornings had been spent walking around the city, if the weather allowed, bathing in the sun in the summer and jumping into a pile of leaves in the autumn, his hand always finding yours to hold onto it as you walked, the simple touches never failing to make you smile.
Which made Saturdays without him all the more empty.
Friday finally came, leaving you waiting patiently at the airport for him to get back, going to pick him up once he landed, watching as one by one everyone made their way to whoever was there to pick them up, waving at who you recognized, Coyote and Hangman the first ones to make their ways towards the exit, sending them a warm smile. It wasn’t long before you saw your boyfriend rush off the plane, concentratedly looking around until he spotted you, his grin visible from where you were standing, the way he broke into a jog to reach you not going unnoticed. “Home.” He hummed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up, closing his eyes tightly as he beamed, finally truly being back.
It had been a joke, initially, calling you home. Somehow, it had almost become your callsign at this point. Payback had been the first one to bring it up, seeing the way Fanboy was practically sitting on the edge of his seat on the last day before heading home, that having been the first time he had left for deployment since the start of your relationship, and he hadn’t expected for you to be waiting for his return.
He didn’t think he’d score a date, let alone a kiss, let alone a relationship, not with his ways, often considered too goofy and childish for his age, not with his job. And yet you had welcomed him into your life with a smile on your face and sweet laughter at his jokes, finding it easy to spend time with you just as much as you did with him.
“Happy to go home?” Payback had asked him, patting him on the back when he saw him smiling at his phone on their way to the gate, texting you that he’d be out soon, just having to walk the last bit. “Yep.” He answered, not paying much attention to what the question had been, grinning when you told him you were waiting for him just outside the glass doors. Which is why, when Payback saw Fanboy bolt towards them, hesitating for only a moment before rushing into your arms, he jokingly muttered a “Home, huh?”, seeing then what the reason for his happiness had been.
The second time had been when the squad was catching up on a video call, an organized mess that happened too often to always go so badly, a jumble of voices and laughter echoing through each speaker and periodically overlapping, a routine that had now settled in their lives whenever they were apart from each other. “How’s home?” Hangman asked to no one in particular, waiting for everyone to answer, still grinning after sharing his own adventures with his ma and pa, always happy to go back home. Everyone answered, “Great!” and “Good to be home.” being thrown around, until Fanboy looked to his side, mumbling a “she’s good”. He hadn’t even noticed that anyone heard him, his eyes focused on you and the way your eyebrows were scrunched together as you followed the film you were watching with attention, headphones set on your head making you oblivious to the sweetness of his voice when he uttered those words. Oftentimes you said hi at the beginning of the call, leaving them to catch up with their gossip, knowing you’d catch up to whatever was juicy enough once the call ended. And that’s when Payback decided to give you your new call-sign. Home.
“You’re back.” You said as you held onto Mickey, hands gripping the material of his jacket, one of them reaching to the nape of his neck, the mess of curls you had grown accustomed to gone and shaved into a buzzcut. And annoyingly, he still looked great. “I am, baby. Not leaving for a while, promise.” He hummed, placing a kiss on your forehead, smiling as he slipped his hand into yours. “How was the mission?” You asked, squeezing his hand gently as you took the first step towards the exit, waving back when you spotted Phoenix and Rooster side by side, smiling at you and Fanboy with a toothy grin. “Tiring, but it was a fairly quick mission, which I appreciate.” He said with a shrug and a laugh, glad to be back.
He loved his job, loved the squad, didn’t love the distance between you and him when he was away, even if it made coming home all the sweeter, but he also genuinely appreciated the feeling that came once a mission had been completed, a deep satisfaction, even once the adrenaline had left.
Even after having left for a little over two months, it was easy to slip back into the routine you had grown accustomed to before he left, afternoons of coffee runs or walks around town or simply chilling at home, evenings of cuddles and dinners on the couch, watching a cheesy show or a movie and snuggling together, and conversations shared as easily as quiet moments together were.
This morning, however, instead of your usual routine, he had to leave early, being called at the last moment to talk about some issues with the paperwork, something that they had assured him “would take no longer than an hour”, yet by the look on Mickey’s face he hadn’t been truly convinced by their words, nodding with a soft frown. Unsurprisingly, that turned out to be the correct deduction, considering that lunch time had now passed, his Saturday morning errand running over its scheduled time by yet another hour, leaving you with an empty house, something you had grown accustomed to and truly didn’t mind, even if having him by your side was always preferred, and an empty plate of pasta by your side.
Glancing at your phone again, you smiled when opening his chat you saw that he was typing, waiting for him to be finished so that you could figure out when he’d be home. Just out now, cielo. Will be back in 20mins! 🌹 You texted him back, asking him if he needed you to warm up lunch for him, the extra serving of pasta still in the pan in the kitchen, standing up when he agreed on it, walking to the kitchen to slowly get to work, even if there wasn’t much to be done.
Pasta slowly warming up over low fire, you made your way back to the sofa, plopping down onto it and grabbing a book you had recently bought, resting your head on the back of the couch and flicking through the first pages, skipping through the synopsis of the author, settling on reading it later, and reaching the first chapter, eyes skimming through the first words. Barely getting through the first page, you smiled when you heard the door open, then quietly close, and the pitter patter of his feet behind you as he made his way over, placing a gentle kiss on your head. “Finally back.” He hummed, walking to the kitchen with a small bouquet of flowers, playfully hiding them behind his back while he reached for something to put them in, filling the container with water and setting them down somewhere where you could easily see them, their colors bright and immediately bringing more life to the room, just like he had when he walked in. “Thank you.” You commented, raising your eyes from the book to look at him, tilting your head to take in the sight of the man you fell for, the one that was simultaneously one of the best Wizzos around, while also being an incredible ray of sunshine, full of passion and enthusiasm and love. “Reminded me of you.” He muttered, caressing one of the petals and smiling softly, sitting by your side before you could stand up, placing a hand on your thigh to hold you in place, resting his head on your shoulder for a moment. “Lunch is waiting.” You reminded him, nudging him gently as you placed the book back down to your side. “Did you eat?” He asked, sitting back up and looking at you, relaxing back against you when you nodded. “Then I can wait. Just one moment.”
You wrapped an arm around his shoulder, smirking at the need of affection, his eyes fluttering closed and a pleased sigh escaping his lips, his breathing slowly growing more rhythmic and relaxed. “You’re going to fall asleep.” You added quietly after a few minutes, trying not to laugh when he opened only one eye to spy up at you, frowning softly but nodding, sitting back up. “I simply know you won’t get up again if not.” You said knowingly, that scenario having already happened more than once, his eyes following you as you made your way to the kitchen, plating his pasta and grabbing a fork, handing it to him before getting a drink for both of you too, walking back to the couch and setting everything down at the foot of it, crossing your legs as you listened to him talk. “Very true. But it’s good to be back, and I hadn’t planned on having to head out again so soon after arriving.” “You were only out for a few hours.” You pointed out with a laugh, loving the way his eyes crinkled, eyebrows raising as he lifted his finger, stopping you from adding any more while he eats a bite. “I’ve been away for months, that’s already more than enough.” His words were light, stifling a chuckle as he went back to eating, swaying his body slightly to the music that was faintly playing. “The last day before coming back, I was talking to Rooster,” Mickey said, gesturing while he ate, eyes bright as he recounted his days, “and we were maybe thinking of organizing something all together? If you’d like to join?” He asked, stabbing the last bit of pasta and eating it, before setting the plate down and resting his hands in his lap, smiling at you. You knew there was no pressure, never had been, but you had been curious to meet his friends and get to know them a little better than the simple conversations shared through video calls or rushed airport goodbyes allowed. “I’d love that.” You said honestly, nodding at him and leaning back against the couch, stretching. “Good. Good, we’ll organize it then.” he stated with a toothy grin, looking forward to it.
He loved spending time with the dagger squad, and while he always got teased about his love for you, the endless comments making him blush and smile at the same time as he thought of you, he truly didn’t mind. Hangman had even suggested that his call sign had to shift in meaning, no longer marking him as a Star Trek fan but as a you fan, with how much he tried to add a little mention of you or your passions when he talked.
“I’ll finally get properly introduced to everyone.” You jokingly said, slapping his knee and standing, grabbing his plate to leave it in the kitchen, sure that one of the two would otherwise knock it over. “Yeah, yeah, there’s time.” He raised his hands in defense, chuckling, “Plus, it’s easier to warm up to them slowly, not all of them are as easy to be around as me.” He added, standing up and walking over, his hands wrapping around your waist as his lips settled on your neck, kissing your skin as he spoke. You hummed in reply, tilting your head as your hands found his, too distracted by his kisses to come up with a reply, tilting your head as your hands found his, too distracted by his kisses to come up with a reply, simply leaning into his touch as your eyes fluttered closed, sighing at the attention. Spinning you around in his grasp, he looked into your eyes, resting his forehead against yours. “I am going to suggest more cuddling.” Mickey added after a few moments of taking you in, his hands no longer around your waist but now one resting on the small of your back, while the other found a home on the swell of your butt, much to your delight. You wrapped your arms around him tighter, head falling to rest on his shoulder with a sigh. “That sounds absolutely terrible.” You mocked him, looking at him with a playful glint, not even pretending to hate the idea. You went without him for two months, after all, and all you wanted now was to lay in his arms and kiss him, touch him, love him. “Doctor’s orders.” He joked, grinning, “But I have to shower first.” He laughed, pulling away and peeling his shirt off, putting on a show as he took a step back, shimmying his shoulders before turning, making his way to the bathroom with his shirt in his hand and a tune on his lips.
You heard him sing along to his favorite playlist in the shower, putting on his best performance and earning a laugh from you a few times, especially when he belted out a particularly high note, then quietly cursed when it didn’t sound as good as he had planned it to, knowing you were probably listening. By the time you had finished reading the second chapter, he’d wrapped a towel low around his waist, perfectly aware of how much he was showing, his tan skin on display along with his muscles, sending you a wink as he made his way to the bedroom to pick a clean change of clothes, emerging with a simple black t-shirt and some shorts and taking quiet steps towards you, peaking over your shoulder as you read, trying his best not to disturb you. He waited, following your eyes as they read, taking a step towards you only when you sighed, content with how the chapter ended. You watched as he plucked the bookmark from the back and placed it between the pages you had been reading, closing the book with a smirk on his face and setting it down on the shelf with a little pat on it, walking back towards you and moving your legs to one side so that he could lie in the place they were occupying. “Mickey?” You interrupted his actions, hands still raised from how they had been holding the book, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Hmm?” You both knew what he was doing. Mickey loved attention. Not always, and he always picked the moment, but he could be clingy and was unapologetically so, especially when he didn’t get to spend the time he wanted with you because of boring paperwork or unimportant meetings. “What are you doing?” You asked, letting your hands find a place on his shoulder as he laid on your lap, looking up to you with a boyish grin. “I’m just getting comfortable.” “On my lap?” “That book looked awfully comfortable, and it got its time, now it’s mine.” He explained with a slight pout, giving you his best puppy dog eyes, before leaning into your touch, relaxing immediately into it. “But I could read the book. I’ll get bored if I just have to look at you.” You teased, both of you knowing that that truly wasn’t the case, never tiring of looking at his face. “Oh, what a terrible destiny that would be.” he joked right back, closing his eyes at the feeling of your hand on his head. “I miss your hair.” You say softly, no real meaning to your words.
While you did love his luscious locks, he also looked great with his buzzed look, fingers trading down along his neck, up along his jaw, bopping him gently on the nose. He smiled, and you sent him one back, always loving the way he looked when he did so, short hair or long, his energy bright and warm. “I still look great though.” He grinned. “Always.” You agreed, rolling his eyes. “I’m still mad I had to leave this morning.” He groaned, stretching and wrapping his arms around you as best as he could, pulling you closer. “We have all of tomorrow, you know, right?” “Yeah, but I like Saturdays with you.” “Hope you like Sundays, too.” You answered, smiling at the way his words always made you feel. Mickey had never been shy, since day one, to show his love. On your first date, he couldn’t help but keep a smile on his face, or reach for your hand when you were walking home, or pull you into a hug before saying goodbye to you, not wanting to seem too forward. He texted you when he got home, a simple “Thank you for the evening, I really enjoyed it and would love to see you again soon?” And when you started dating, he showed just how much he appreciated spending time together, whether it be by walking around town, eating out or cooking at home, lounging on the couch or going out for drinks, he loved every moment. Post-Its with little messages were often hidden around the place for you to find while he was away, and his face lit up when you sent him a message or called him, and it was just so painfully obvious how much he enjoyed sharing his days with you. “I like every day with you.” he muttered. His hand rose to find your cheek, pulling you down to press his lips to yours, the position awkward but sweet, both of you moving to get more comfortable, him no longer in your lap but now you on his, legs resting by his as his hands found purchase on your hips, deepening the kiss as he did so. “I am going to suggest moving this to the bedroom.” He mutters after pulling away, biting his bottom lip as his eyes rake over your features, his cheeks slightly tinted. “You’re doing an awful lot of suggesting today.” You teased, slipping out of his grasp as he shifted below you, finding his footing as he stood and connecting your lips and his again, dragging you towards the bedroom. It was hard to navigate, he couldn’t lie, closed eyes and the added distraction of your lips and hands and soft sounds, but he did his best and finally pushed you back when he felt the edge of the bed against his legs, smirking as you fell back with a silent yelp. “Oops” he whispered, following you and placing a rushed kiss on your lips, trailing lower and lower until he was hovering over your hips, teasingly biting the small bit of skin that got exposed as you fell, the fabric of your shirt shifting upwards as you laid beneath him. “Mickey?” You said once again, following his movements with your eyes, feeling your cheeks burn at the attention as he looked up to you, smirking before kissing the tender skin better. “I’m just getting comfortable.” He said for the second time today. And for the second time today, you smiled at his words, your gaze holding love and adoration, nodding as he grabbed a better hold of your thighs, humming as he kissed your skin softly, gently, again and again.
