COMING HOME || mickey garcia "FANBOY"
warnings⚠️: slight age gap? i don’t even think this is considered an age gap but reader is 25 and mickey is 30. [ spanish translation is at the bottom and so is military time ], no use of y/n (since when is y/n a trigger warning?)
you were in mid life crisis. you had three exams to do this week, and then the next week you have two more. on top of that, after your five exams— you have to present with a group about the choice of literature your four people have chosen and reinterpret it in a modern context. so in three weeks, you have your side of the project to do until it’s due.
it’s only monday, and you were sobbing in your bed with your grey covered sheets above your head. hoping, praying, that the military would give your boyfriend back to you to get through this next month. sad music was in the back ground outside of your sheets. sheets of crumbled paper all scattered over your shared bedroom. five notebooks all over the king sized bed, pencils, sharpies, and highlights all lost into the sheets.
your phone was placed down on the bed, your face planted in the soft pillow with tears all over your face. you felt a buzz from your phone, and your head tilted its way as you propped your phone up to look what it was to make your phone buzz. a soft smile plants on your face, 'MICKEY ❤️' was seen as a message. you put in your lock and open your phone, reading the green message.
hi my love, how are you? miss you ❤️.
a tear ran down your cheek as sobs come out of your mouth, not calmly handling the message you just got. it’s been two months since you’ve last seen your boyfriend, and sure you’ve been with out him longer, but with school beating your ass you’ve been in a tough space recently.
not doing so well. school’s eating my ass up right now, and honestly i’m at my breaking point…
you hit sent. chewing on your lip as you see the three bubbles pop up and then away, and then back up and then away as if mickey was trying to find a way how to soothe you.
awe i’m so sorry to hear about that. when i get back, ill make sure to give you the best princess treatment in the world. best everything for my hermosa. ❤️🩹
you smiled sadly. it’s only the halfway point of him being on duty and you’re already crashing and burning with out him. he’s supposed to be gone for four months, is what he told you.
by the time you know it, exam season will be done, you’ll crush that project, and then one more month until you’ll see me and i’ll be in your arms again. for a very long time, so… breathe for me okay baby? if you’re feeling like crashing out, just breathe for me. pretend i’m there holding you. just know, it’s killing me too for being so far away without you. we’ll get through this together mi vida ❤️.
and then you were back at it again sobbing, a hand clasped over your mouth as your eyes read that text over and over again. after two minutes, you did so as mickey told you. breathing in and out, eyes closed as you fan your hot face.
the time read 01:25, your eyes widening with horror. you had an exam tomorrow at 14:00, a class at 07:45 and ending at 11:25. putting all your notebooks in order, you took only one into your bag since you’re only going to one class tomorrow, and then for the exam you really won’t need anything other than your pencil.
finally cleaning up and finishing at 02:00, you hopped into bed and finally closed your eyes.
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it was 17:55 by the time you came back to your humble of home. after your exam was done at 16:30, your friends wanted to have a bit of a sweet treat because they had said they felt ‘good’ about the exam. you didn’t want to go, but your two friends insisted on you going because you’re the life of the party everywhere you go.
chucking your shoes off, you didn’t notice mickey in the kitchen cooking up whatever it was on the stove as you made a big stretch and strut your way to your shared bedroom. you take out your hair clip, massaging your head for a good minute then began taking off all your clothes. moving to your drawer, you picked out an old hoodie mickey gave to you for the first of winter when you weren’t smart enough to bring your own to your fourth date. you put that on, then put his basketball shorts on as well.
going to your bathroom, you removed a bits of make up on you and jewelry as well. feeling so much better and relaxed, you make your way back into the living room and sat down on the brown soft leather couch.
star wars is never on t.v unless you’re cuddled up watching it with mickey of course. so when you see star wars was on— and the t.v. was as well, you shot up straight from the couch. “did you finally notice?” an oh so well familiar voice softly asked as you spun back to look where the voice was coming from.
there was mickey garcia, standing in comfortable civilian clothes cooking dinner for two. “m—” you start off, your lips quivering in shock as your eyes widen. you stay still like a deer in headlights, unable to move. you’re questioning everything in your head right now to see if it’s real or not, if you’re so far gone from missing mickey to making it look so believably real to see him standing just a few feet away from you.
“i-.., i know i said four months.., turns out, you really just need two to train basic trainee’s and then someone else takes over your shift.” he shrugged, a sheep smile on his face as he watches you. “mi amor?” he questions, his eyebrows furrowing with his head tilted.
that’s when you slowly move towards the kitchen, your hands both in front of you. “i’m going insane..” you mumbled, “if you were going insane you wouldn’t be able to smell this good spaghetti…, and this AMAZING tomato sauce you deeply love.” he grabs the sauce from the counter, shaking it side to side to show you then putting it back down.
you were inches away from mickey now. “hi.” he whispers, “you’re real.” you hiccup, “indeed i am real,” mickey giggled out. “were you crashing out that bad for me?” he laughed, his body touching yours as he leaned back. you don’t answer him.
all you do is wrap your arms around him tightly, your face into his chest. “i’ve missed you.” you sobbed, “i know mi amor. i know.” he whispered into your hair, kissing your forehead for as long as he could. “estoy tan feliz de tener a mi viejo en mi vida..,” you giggle out, sniffs coming along as you kiss his lips. “ohh.. ookay now okay now, i’m only five years older then you missy.” he snorts. “still old, old man.”
“and you love this old man, don’t ya?”
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hermosa- beautiful, gorgeous
estoy tan feliz de tener a mi viejo en mi vida- I'm so happy to have my old man in my life
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01:25 is 1:25 A.M. ] 02:00 is 2:00 A.M. ] 14:00 is 2 P.M. ] 07:45 is 7:45 A.M ] 17:55 is 5:55 P.M ] 16:30 is 4:30 P.M ]
A/N: i have to say. this is such a long FIC and oh my gosh i didn’t mean to make it that long 😭 so many unnecessary parts but oh well, it is what it is. anyways— this is my first mickey ‘fanboy’ garcia fic so please let me know how i did! also please comment if my spanish is wrong, im hispanic but i have no CLUE on spanish 💀 i use google translate. thank you for reading💕
