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1c3m4n · 4 months

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Tom “Iceman” Kazansky.

WARNINGS: sadness, death, Jeeps, pessimistic author, Ice being cute, mentions of Wham!

Iceman. He’s your big teddy bear of a best friend. He’s the one who’s been there for you since before Top Gun. And in your moment of need, he was there. He called to you.

Like the ‘You came.’ ‘You called.’ type relationship applies to the two of you. And you couldn’t possibly be more happy about it. It’s Tom, who’s gonna complain?

Until tonight. When you weren’t the one who initiated a call.

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You’re on a date with some Army guy. You’d met him at the O Bar, which is ironically a Navy dive bar. He had intrigued you, and you figured you’d give a shot.

That is until you hear your phone ringing in your pocket. And the ringtone ‘Cold as Ice’ by Foreigner no longer sounds so threatening.

Naturally you excuse yourself to take the call. When you answer, there is nothing but sobbing on the other end of the phone. Tom’s crying.

He never cries.

You immediately begin to worry. “Tom? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You hear more choked back sobbing as he tries to catch his breath. “M-My dad… he… he’s in the hospital. He got in some accident a few minutes ago. I’m his emergency call.”

“I’ll be there. Give me 5 minutes.”

“But… aren’t you on a date?”

“You’re more important than that Army dickhead. He’s not my type anyways. I’ll be there. Be ready.”

“I’m almost to the hospital.”

“Great. I’ll be there in 2 then.”

You rush back in to hand your date money. Then you rush to your car. You rush to the hospital. You see his Jeep CJ5 sitting in the parking lot. It needs a new paint job. Poor thing is only 6 years old and already needs new paint.

Regardless of his paint job. You slipped your heels off and ran into the hospital. Frantically looking for Iceman, you spot his frosted tips.

You rush to his side and he just pulls you into a hug. “Thank you for being here.” The only words he mumbles for a while. And they are mumbles right into your hair.

You simply wrap your arms around him comfortingly. He seems to almost melt to your skin as he feels your touch.

“Where else would I be, Tom?”

— —

About an hour passes. Waiting in the emergency room. Waiting for news of his father’s fate.

He hates his dad. Well… he thought he did. His dad was terrible. He neglected him and refused to give him any sort of fatherly love unless his son was perfect. And that’s why Iceman is well… Iceman.

(A/N: it’s about here that I started listening to Inertia by AJR)

The sentence you had said before… ‘Where else would I be, Tom?’ It really sat in his head for a while. He had never felt more loved and appreciated than that moment. With you in his arms.

Finally a nurse walks out. She asks for family of his father. Tom steps forwards. He says it’s him and you. She asks how you’re related.

Tom realizes that you’d have to be daughter-in-law or an actual daughter to go back and see him.

“She’s my wife. That’s the relation.”

You play along. It’s pretty easy to fake marry Tom. He makes love seem so easy. And every girlfriend he had seemed to break his heart so roughly each time. The only girl he seems to trust anymore is you.

And you were honored.

The nurse sighs and takes a deep breath. You know where the sigh was going.

“Mr and Mrs. Kazansky. I’m afraid to inform you that your father has passed. He lost too much blood in the accident and he didn’t even make it through the surgery.”

Tom’s world shatters.

He looks at you. And then he looks back at the nurse. He has tears that immediately start to fall. He wipes his tears and gently leads you to his Jeep.

He gets in the back seat of the car. And immediately he begins to break down.

“I never even got to know his last words… I never… never got to tell him that I loved him…”

You wrapped your arms around him. He just curls up. Which is surprising to see just how well a 6’0 very in shape pilot can fit in the backseat of a 1980 Jeep CJ5. But he manages.

He shoves his face against your neck, just breathing in your sweet smell of Cherry Coke and the mint from your gum. Or maybe it’s the mint from his gum?

“Thomas. He knew you loved him. And you don’t have to worry about letting him down. Because I’m sure he died happy knowing you tried your damndest.”

You gently put your thumb under his chin. Tilting his face up so you can see, you offer him a kind smile.

“I’m proud of you, Commander Kazansky.”

You press a kiss to his forehead and he almost just melts. Then it hits you.

This is what love feels like. Right? The giddy feeling you get when you’re so close to someone and their presence alone can bring a smile to your face?

That’s love? Right. That’s love. No more questioning it. You’re in love with Tom.

But pick a better night to say something. Please, dear Y/N. Pick a diff-

“I love you, Tom.”

You mf.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

(A/N: another music swap happens here. To Brazil by Declan McKenna)

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Sometime within the next hour, he falls asleep in the backseat of the Jeep. So you have to find his keys in his pockets. Which is sort of uncomfortable to do.

But you rummage around his jacket pockets for a second to no avail. So you reach for his front pocket and he brushes your hand away.

He holds up his keys.

“Front left pocket, Sweetheart.”

You just smile and shake your head. You take the keys from him. Well, you try. He ends up stretching and getting in the front seat.

“You need to drive your car home, Y/N. I can drive myself.”

“I’m coming home with you, Tommy. As if I’m letting you drive on your own.”

He just smiles and nods. He puts the keys in the ignition and lets the engine turn over and the engine finally starts up.

You yawn, leaning your head against the window. It’s gonna be a long drive. And you know he’s gonna head back to his housing on the base. He hates actually going home.

Too many bad memories reside there.

So you sleep the entire hour drive. And when you wake up, you’re in Ice’s bed. And he’s in the shower.

And you hear music. You can’t quite make out the words, so you try to listen to the melody.

The song? “I’m Your Man” by Wham!

#top gun imagine #top gun fluff #top gun 1986 #top gun iceman #tom kazansky #tom iceman kazansky #fluff #top gun angst #angst #y/n #man’s in love #pessimistic author is a good thing

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1c3m4n · 4 months

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Have a short Ice fic as I try to write a more depressing one for all of you masochists who love him as much as I do.

Tom Kazansky and his sneaking out.

Tom. Thomas Jacob Kazansky. The “Iceman” as he was known around base. Your lover. Your fiancé. The love of your life. The man that proposed on your birthday. The man who met your parents, he insisted it.

Your Navy Pilot. YOUR Tom Kazansky.

So why is he going out at night? Alone. With Maverick Mitchell of all people.

Only one way to find out. Catch him in the act. Surely he’s got a good reason, right?

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Well. It’s the night. And you’ve caught him coming home late.

“Thomas.” Your lips utter his full first name. And he looks like he’s about to shit his pants. His hair is messy. And his shirt is disheveled.

“Y/N. You’re up late.” He clearly wasn’t expecting you.

“You’re home late. You know I can’t sleep without beside me. Why are you late, again?”

He seemed to hesitate. But he pulls a small box out from behind him. He’s got a small smile on his face as he tries to explain himself.

“Okay, so clearly you’ve noticed. Me sneaking out. Coming back all disheveled and messy. I’m not cheating, my love. I could never. I’ve just been busy on base, and Mitchell needed help with some puppy he bought. Little shit has too much energy for me.”

You cock an eyebrow. Taking a few steps closer, you can smell the wet dog on his clothes. You nearly gag at the smell and you just smile a bit.

“You could have just told me that, darling.”

He smiles softly. “Yeah. I could have. But that would have ruined the fact that it was supposed to be for you. But he’s too energetic. So we’re probably gonna get a cat instead.”

He smiles. It’s sweet. He was trying his best to surprise you with something. But it had been too much responsibility for the two of you.

Maybe the cat’s cute at least?

#top gun fic #tom iceman kazansky #ice x reader #top gun iceman #iceman imagine #top gun #top gun 1986 #tom kazansky #Pete Mitchell briefly mentioned #ice being a cutie #sweet boy needs a shower #y/n #ice with a cat #fluff #top gun fluff

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